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A Sensual Assault Pt 01

A Sensual Assault Pt 01

by judith_danzon
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A Sensual Assault: Part One

The following is based on something real that happened to me. The names are not the same, and some of the actions are embellished, but it is a fictional depiction of an event I experienced. I am not a writer, but wanted to get this out. I want to thank the help of a man here who guided me on how to best write this. He knows who he is.

I'm a dancer and do some training at a local gym. The gym is used by many, not just dancers. Sometimes I work with a partner. We work on intricate movements, choreography or just the basic routines. Other times I'm on my own. I'm slender, not quite petite--my shoulders, abs and thighs are strong from dance--but with my long dark hair and very fair skin, I can appear to be frail. The men who work out at the gym sometimes watch me dance and it doesn't bother me. I am a member of a modern dance company. I'm a performer so I don't mind the attention. I have never been whistled at or heard any lewd comments tossed in my direction at the gym.

In my time there, I've noticed more and more people working on martial arts; kick boxing, and mixed martial arts. Both men and women. I watch them and in a way, their moves are similar to mine. There is a grace to the movements but with added brutal force. I find it fascinating and wonder what makes a woman want to express herself in such a violent way. There is one woman who seems to be on a similar schedule as me. She is there almost always when I'm there. I've seen her work with other women and men and her combination of grace and power is...well I find it enthralling. I'm not sure she notices me watching--she seems consumed, deep in concentration, by her own workout as I am when I am in the middle of my work. She isn't much taller than me, but her shoulders are substantially broader and her muscles defined in her arms, neck, abs and thighs. She grunts when she fights or spars, which I find somewhat sensual. I can't explain why but I do. She has dark brown skin, a few tattoos and piercings, and her hair is braided into tight ropes that fall just below her shoulders. One day we left the gym around the same time. I wanted to say something to her, to tell her I appreciate her workouts, but I kept quiet. I had to admit I was intimidated by her--her strength and power and her serious, almost gruff, demeanor. And watching her sometimes left me breathless--totally enthralled. Maybe it's wrong to say that, but I have to be honest.

It came that whenever I would go to the gym, I would hope to see her. Watching her workout gave me pleasure. And tingles too that I could not explain, but also couldn't deny. After a couple of weeks, though, she didn't show up. It happens. People come and go. I thought nothing of it and just went on with my own workouts.

One cold day after finishing a workout with a friend, we headed outside. She and I live in opposite directions. We said goodbye. I hustled home because it was cold. As I got closer to my apartment, a small studio on the ground floor of a brownstone, I felt someone behind me. I tensed up; this person was very close behind me. There was no one else around on the street. Living in the city as long as I have, I knew this was not normal. I put my hand into my coat pocket looking for my pepper spray and quickly realized I had thrown it out. It had dried up. I meant to get a new one but never did. Instead I grabbed my keys. I just wanted to get inside, close and lock my door. My hand shook as I put the key in the lock, but I was able to open it. As I stepped inside I was pushed hard from behind. The force of the push knocked me down on the floor of my apartment foyer. I heard the door slam behind me, I turned around onto my back quickly. A figure in a black hoodie and baggy sweat pants with a black mask stood over me. I heard the door slam and I started to rise up but was pushed back again, pinned tight by a strong body.

"Please...no...take what you want," I cried out. "I have some money and jewelry."

But there was no response. The body on me was instead pushing at my clothes. Grabbing my sweatshirt and tugging it up.

"No...no... Please...don't!" I feared the worst.

All I heard was hard breathing through the mask. I started to kick and fight back now, but my hands were grabbed hard and pushed back. I thrashed up. A hand was on my torso and I heard my thin tank top rip--shredded. I was naked top up and then person pushed at my sweat pants, pulling them down my legs. I kicked more, but I was tiring. I feared what was about to happen and started to cry. I felt a hand on my panties. And a rip. This was it. I was about to be raped. I didn't know what to do. Maybe if I didn't resist. If I lay lifeless they would stop. Maybe they would go away. I tried that though I was quietly sobbing. I felt a strong hand between my thighs. Gripping my sex. The mask was still on and the face was covered. And then I saw my rapist take the mask off and only saw lips. Full red lips around a dark face. The strong body was on me, straddling my hips tightly. I closed my eyes tightly. I couldn't look. I didn't want to see what was going to happen to me. I waited. Breathing hard. Praying it would be over fast...or maybe I would be spared. And then I felt something wet between my thighs. I opened my eyes and lifted my head up to see. This person's head was buried between my thighs and its tongue was furiously fluttering over my labia. And then pressing down on my clit. I was confused. I tried to scamper up and away put those strong hands pinned me down. I couldn't move.

As that tongue swiped faster at me, my breathing got even more frantic. But now it was something else I was feeling. Something deep in my core. I'd been with women who were very skilled at oral sex, but this was nothing like that. This was primal. This was savage. And to my humiliating shame, realized it was fucking arousing me. I no longer resisted. I let that tongue invade me. Fuck me. Devour me. I wanted it like nothing I ever wanted before. I was breathing hard. Moaning loud. My hand reached for the head between my thighs pushing it down, but when I made contact that tongue stopped doing what it was doing.

I was so close to cumming, I cried out. "Oh god no. Don't stop. Please don't." I was frantic. My eyes were wide, wild as I stared at the hoodie-covered head.

I watched as my assaulter pulled the hoodie down. "Oh my god," I cried, my eyes taking in what I was seeing. Those tight intricate braids. And then the familiar tattoo on the neck. The broad shoulders and strong arms. "What??? You???"

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The person on top of me who was tonguing me like no person ever had before was the woman from the gym. The mixed martial arts fighter. She flashed a wicked smile. She put her finger to her mouth. "Hush pretty girl. Let me finish you." And she went back to work using that tongue, lips, mouth and fingers on me until I screamed and gushed with the fucking biggest orgasm I've ever had.

I was on the floor of my apartment breathing hard. I didn't know what to say. I was both ashamed and aroused. I should have called the police. I should have screamed for help? A woman I didn't know forced her way in to my apartment and had her way with me. And I never felt anything so intense in my life.

She remained between my legs, using that tongue, but now in a slower, gentler pace. I moved against it and purred as she licked and cleaned the mess I made. She looked at me and gave me a very sweet smile for someone who just brutally went down on me. I was still breathing hard. "Is this how you get all your lady friends?" I asked, still panting.

She grinned. "Only the ones I feel will enjoy what I have to offer them. Was I wrong?"

I shook my head and sat up. "No...but...how did you know?"

She shrugged. "Hmmm I have my ways. And you are a very sweet thing. I've had my eye on you for awhile."

"You have? Really?"

"Oh stop little girl, you know we both did. As if you didn't watch me workout. I can tell a look of lust when I see it."

I blushed at what she called me. And she was right. I did feel that.

"Now, I have about an hour. Why don't you show me what you can do. I've seen your moves dancing so sweet and pretty. You gonna be sweet and pretty for me in bed."

I giggled now realizing that just a few moments ago I thought I was about to be raped...or worse. This was insane.

I got up on weak legs, leaving my clothes on the floor and, looking back at her, went into my bedroom. I hopped on my bed and leaned back on my elbows. My long deep black hair was loose now and draped down my back. She came in grinning, pulling off her hoodie top. She wore nothing under it. Her breasts were firm and bigger than mine, but not by much. She had silver dollar sized dark nipples. Her abs were defined by a six pack and tattoed. She pushed off her dark sweat pants, also naked under. Those muscled thighs surrounded a bare mound where a silver clit ring glinted. I wouldn't say she was butch. There was a femininity to her, but it was overshadowed by her taut muscles.

She got on the bed with me, smiling as she leaned to me. She put her arm around me, gripping my hair and we kissed. Little nips at first and then my lips parted and we kissed deeply. As my tongue played with hers, the fingers of my slender hands caressed her muscled arms. I moved around so she was leaning back against the bed. "You are so very sexy," I whispered.

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She just smiled and grabbed my hair tight and kissed me again. I purred and then pulled away, kissing down her shoulders, my tongue tasting the salt of her sweat, nibbling at her defined muscles and the tattoos, grazing my teeth on her neck. "Mmmm, yes sweet girl," she whispered, her voice softer now as I let my lips explore her until they found their way to her breasts. Her dark nipples were stiff and protruded almost a full inch. I let my tongue swirl on one then the other, my saliva getting them to glisten. She was stroking my long hair, making low, satisfied groans as I pleasured her nipples, taking my time on them, sucking and biting gently. I slid my thigh through her open thighs, feeling her warm wetness on them. I wanted to make her want me. Not just assault me when she wanted to. I didn't want her to think I was just a frail little thing she could use when she wanted. I wanted her to know I could give as good as I got.

My tongue slithered down her hard abs, sliding over each groove as I sunk down lower and lower until I was between her thighs, my eyes now on her glistening sex. "So beautiful," I murmured as the pink was accented by the brown of her lips. I bent to kiss it, softly at first, tasting her tartness. And then I French kissed it, my tongue out and wiggling between her petals. Her moans got louder with that as did her grip on my hair. "Ohhh yesss such a pretty naughty little dancer," she said.

I lifted up my bottom and wiggled it as I leaned between her thighs. And then I went to work on her. My tongue was lashing in and out of her. My fingers were rubbing her dark nubbin. My mouth latched to her lips tightly as my tongue massaged her g spot. She was shaking under me and her moans were echoing throughout the apartment. She was calling me obscene names and whimpering as I worked harder and with more passion than I ever have with any other woman. With my mouth tight on her lips, I felt her body tense and she wrapped one of her muscled legs around me. Her cry was deep, guttural, as she came hard on my mouth.

I released her lips and just kissed around her sex and thighs working my way back up to kiss her. She smiled a wicked smile and wrapped me in her arms. "Ohhh sweet baby, I think I'm gonna keep you," she said

"Oh yeah, you think so?" I smirked.

"Uh huh. You think I'm gonna let someone like you get away from me? Not gonna happen." Her strong dark arms held me tight. My slender pale body a contrast to her skin tone that I found very arousing.

"Hmmm, well, you better not try that move again. Got it." I said.

"Oh no never again," she said. "But you will always remember it, won't you."

I looked at her and nodded. And she was right. I would never forget it.

We lay together just touching and softly kissing for awhile until she got up, saying she had to get home. As she pulled away from me she kissed me, stroked my hair and glided her hand down my body and legs to my feet. She sensually caressed my feet, one, then the other, her eyes on them and then on me. "Such pretty feet," she whispered and then hopped off the bed.

I lay naked on the bed watching her as she dressed. My phone was on the dresser. She picked it up and pressed buttons. "Now you have my phone number, pretty dancer," she said. "Oh...and when you see a text come from Kiah, you'll know it's from me."

"Kiah? Such a pretty name," I said. "And I'm Judith."

"Yes...I know who you are," she said with a snicker. "Everyone knows Judith?"

I wondered what she meant by that and before I could ask her she was gone.

"Oh yes I truly do," she said with a grin and then left, leaving me naked and very satisfied on my bed.

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