(This is another fantasy encounter with Suzanne that she wrote from her point of view and was edited by me.)
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It's early Thanksgiving morning as I awaken to the sound of your light snoring signaling that you are still fast asleep. It takes me a moment to get my bearings and realize where I am and remember what happen last night. I find myself naked, on the floor and aching all over. As I struggle to my feet trying to be as quiet as possible so I don't wake you, it amazes me how innocent you look in the early morning light that seeps through the window as you sleep compared to how forceful you were last night. I tiptoe down the hall to the guest bathroom before I dare turn on a light.
I am shocked at what I see in the mirror looking back at me. Staring at this stranger in the mirror it all comes rushing back to me. How I had innocently mentioned to you that my husband was going away on another business trip for the casino. How You showed up at my house (You never did tell me how you found out where we lived), forcefully kissing me as you pushed me back into the house, and then the wonderful nightmare that followed. Seeing the obvious bite marks on my breasts, the thin red lines of welts across my stomach and inner thighs. The dried cum that is matted in my hair and sticking to my body. How did I allow this to happen to me? Think Suzanne how did this happen? Why did you give in so easily to him? What if your neighbors saw him arrive and Tim your husband finds out? Think, Suzanne, think.
After he and I met twice in his hometown, where he used me as a whore and as his slut. He warned me that we would do this again and that he owned me. I was not thinking or concerned when I mentioned that my husband was leaving me alone over the holiday weekend. I was hurt and disappointed to be alone on the holiday but never dreamed he knew where I lived.
Tim hadn't been gone 30 minutes when he knocked on the front door sending me into shock when I opened the door and saw him standing there. Jerking the door open he took me so fast into his strong arms I didn't have a chance to resist or move away. His kiss was so full of lust and passion it took my breath away as he pushed me into the house until I was slammed into the wall. Finally breaking the kiss he reached up and pinched my right nipple through my bra and blouse. He then spoke the words that let me know from the beginning what was in store for me.
"Hello my slut." He said. Twisting the hardening nipple until it made me cry out.
"I told you we were going to do this again, that I owned you. Why are you acting so surprised?" He said.
I tried to speak but all that came out was a low moan as he released my aching nipple and taking a handful of my short auburn hair in his hand twisted and pulled my mouth to his again. As his tongue pushed it's way between my lips to stab at mine his right hand came up and he started to unfasten my jeans. As the front door was still open and anyone driving by could see us I was trying to twist away to at least get the door closed while he pushed my pants down to bundled up around my ankles.
Kissing me harder still he slid his hand down the front of my panties forcing his way between my thighs. As his fingers began to rub back and forth along my slit he pulled my head back until he could stare into my green eyes and I knew now that he was angry with me. He continue to rub up and down between my lower lips as he stared into my eyes until he felt my pussy juices begin to flow and wet his fingers. He then moved his fingers slightly so that he could rub and circle my clit. Pressing harder and faster until my legs buckled and I fell against him for support and moaned softly into his massive chest.
Just when I was about to beg him to take me and use me as his slut again he suddenly stopped his wicked massage, grabbed what felt like a handful of my pubic hair and pulled as hard as he could causing my moan to turn into a scream! He pulled his hand up and dropped the pubic hair on my nose as my eyes watered, and he yelled at me.
"WHAT IS THIS SLUT?" "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO ALWAYS KEEP THIS WHORE CUNT SHAVED CLEAN." He said.
His voice was getting louder with each word and I was afraid my neighbors would hear him scold me. He roughly turned me around and pushed me into the house, telling me to move as I heard the unmistakable whiz of his belt flying from the loops. With my jeans around my ankles it made it difficult to move so I started to step out of them when fire erupted in my behind.
"I SAID MOVE YOUR ASS BITCH, " he said, as his belt landed like a lightening bolt across my cheeks. I stumbled into the Living Room where he pushed me face first over the back of our sofa.
"Don't you dare move," He warned. His voice was now calm, and that scared me even more. Bracing my hands on the seat of the couch, my feet not touching the floor, my behind was raised obscenely and very vulnerable to him. As I waited I felt his eyes taking in the sight I must present. Then without warning fire once again exploded through my lower body then the sickening SMACK of the leather on my rump. The thin material of my panties offered no protection as blow after blow punished me.
