A New Life

Authors Note:

This fictional story includes nonconsensual sex between adults, including a main character who has taken advantage of a situation, appearing to be something he isn't. Please look elsewhere if you do not want to read stories like this.

In the morning, Jen dressed in loose-fitting sweats for work. Her breasts and pussy were still sore from yesterday, and the thought of dressing up made her cringe. By lunch, she had taken her bra off. Having it on hurt too much. The day just seemed to drag on, and as it got later, she found it difficult to concentrate, her mind returning to her assault.

Her only distraction was when Becky called. Jen glanced at the caller ID before sighing.

"Hey, Beck, how are things going?"

"It's ok, I guess. Miss you guys," Becky answered. "How is the new apartment?"

They talked for about half an hour about new things in their lives.

"Sorry, Mom, I have got to run. I will stop by the new place to check things out in a few days if that's ok."

"Sure, dear, see you then."

Jen hung up the phone and went back to work.

After working her shift, she microwaved a frozen dinner and watched TV briefly.

Having yet to hear from her husband today, Jen sent him a text.

How are things going, babe?

A few minutes passed before he responded.

Normal crazy. You?

Still not feeling well.

Is anything going on at work that can't wait?

Nope. I'm done for the day.

Why don't you go to bed early?

I will be tied up here for a few more hours.

We can talk in the morning

Thanks babe. Love you

Love you too. Goodnight,

Jen replied, feeling both relieved and disappointed.

Goodnight

Jen shut off the TV, took some sleeping pills, and went to bed.

Over the next few days, Jen started feeling better. The pills kept her from dreaming or at least remembering what she dreamed. She still didn't know how to think about what had happened to her and didn't want to look too closely at how she had reacted to the pain both to her breasts and her pussy.

By Friday, Jen felt more like her usual self. Stan was supposed to be coming home tomorrow for at least the weekend, and she was looking forward to him holding her.

About 6 pm, her phone rang.

It was Stan! He was calling a little early tonight. He must have gotten done early today.

She picked it up and opened the video chat.

"Hey babe," she said, smiling at her husband.

Stan smiled back. "Hey, beautiful."

"You're calling a little early tonight. Get done sooner today than normal?"

"Ahh. Not really. We found a major issue. I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to come home tomorrow," Stan hated telling her, but he knew it would be worse if he put it off.

Seeing Jen's face fall broke his heart, and when he saw that she was trying not to cry, he felt like a major ass.

"I'm sorry, babe. I really wanted to come home, but I can't."

"You promised!" she yelled at the phone.

"I have been looking forward to you coming home. I miss you so much."

Jen knew she wasn't being fair to Stan. He had no choice other than to quit his job. She hadn't realized how much the promise of seeing Stan kept different feelings at bay.

"I know, dear. I tried to get home. I know you are not feeling well, and I wanted to be able to take care of you. If we get this fixed, I should be home next weekend."

Seeing Stan's reaction hurt almost as much as hearing he would not be coming home for at least another week.

"It's ok, Stan, I know it's not your fault. I guess I was looking forward to you being home," Jen said, giving him a weak smile.

"Crap," Stan said, looking away from the camera. "I have to go, babe. I don't know if I can call you back before you go to bed, so I love you and get a good night's sleep."

"It's ok, Stan. I love you, too. Goodnight."

Jen kept her smile on until the phone went dark. Life goes on, she thought. She ordered a pizza for dinner and curled up with a blanket on the couch to watch TV.

At 8 p.m., she heard someone knocking on her door. If I just sit and ignore them, they will go away. It seemed to work, and she started to relax when her phone dinged.

It was a text message from Camila.

Hey, Jen. I hate to bother you, but I need your help

.

I don't want to deal with this tonight,

Jen thought, setting her phone down.

Her phone dinged again.

Please, Jen. I don't have anyone else who can help.

Fuck,

Jen thought.

She ignored the message for about 5 minutes before she replied.

Sorry, Camila, I didn't hear the phone.

What's up?

Thank God. I just got a call from my boss.

I got the job!

The only catch is that I have to go in right now if I want to keep it.

Glad you got the position

Me too.

We need the money.

You said you need my help?

Yes, I tried my regular sitter, and they aren't answering.

Could you watch Donald for me?

Jen was afraid that was what Camila wanted her to do. She just couldn't bring herself to answer her. Part of her was hoping she would be able to watch Donald again. The idea of him using her to satisfy himself turned her on like nothing else.

It was almost like she was a toy he pulled out when he felt horny. Use her and then put her away until the next time he needs to get off. It also terrified her. She didn't like how she felt when forced to have sex.

That might not be the worst part of it, though. Getting off on being used and abused with no regard for Jen's feelings was causing her not to sleep and impacting her work.

She started typing a response several times before erasing each one. Some answers told Camila no, while others said she would be right over.

Jen?

Jen realized it had been almost 5 minutes since Camila's last text, and she still hadn't answered. She made her mind up, typing out the text.

I'm Sorry, Camila. Donald raped me the last two times I watched him, and I don't want to be anywhere near him.

There, I can finally get this out in the open.

She reached for the send icon when she remembered the feeling of Donald forcing his massive dick into her mouth. Grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples as she gave in and fucked him with her face forcing his dick down her throat.

She felt herself getting wet, remembering being helpless as he used her.

Jen? Are you still there?

Camila texted.

Jen looked at what she had written and held down the backspace until it all was gone.

Sorry.

Stan called.

I will watch Donald.

How long will you be gone?

Thanks. You so much, dear!

It's an 8-hour shift, so it will be early morning when I get home.

I hope that is still OK.

It's fine.

Let me get some things together.

I will be over in a few.

See you soon.

Jen got up and grabbed a change of clothes. She took one last look in the mirror, checking her hair. She could see the outline of her bra.

Should I take it off?

She thought.

She debated for a few seconds before unfastening it, letting her 36D breasts free of their confinement.

Might as well be comfortable

, she thought.

She knew she was only fooling herself, thinking this was for her. She didn't want Donald to have anything in the way if he decided to use her again.

Once satisfied with her appearance, she walked to Camila's apartment and knocked on the door.

The door was thrown open in a few seconds, and a frazzled-looking Camila smiled at her.

"Thanks so much, dear. You are a lifesaver," Camila said as she crushed Jen in a big hug.

"You're welcome, Camila," Jen told her after she was released.

"Sorry to run, but I am already late.

"Donald went to bed about half an hour ago and should be done for the night. Make yourself at home. When you get tired, you can sleep in my bed or on the couch," Camila told Jen as she grabbed her coat and purse and rushed out the door.

Jen stood staring at the closed door for a few minutes, trying to get her runaway pulse under control. She found herself both terrified and turned on simultaneously, knowing she would spend the night in the same apartment with Donald.

She finally got a grip on her emotions and entered the living room. She settled in on the couch and started flipping through the channels. She found a TV show she liked, and after covering herself with a blanket, she started watching it.

The first episode had just ended, and the commercials were playing before the start of the next one when she heard a noise from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. She was shrinking into the couch, pulling the covers up until only the top of her head was above the blanket, staring intently into the darkened hallway.

She tried not to move or make any sounds.

This was a bad idea. I should just run to the door and get out. I don't owe Camila anything,

Jen thought, holding her breath.

Even knowing someone was coming down the hall, Jen still jumped when Donald came into the light from the TV. He was completely naked and walked into the light with his massive hard cock leading the way.

Oh fuck,

she thought.

Maybe

Donald

won't notice me and go back to bed.

Damn, he's got a big cock

, I thought.

She shifted slightly as her pussy started leaking, and Donald noticed the movement.

"Hi, pretty lady," he said, coming over to stand with his dick less than an inch from her face.

He looked down at her with a massive grin on his face. He stepped forward until the head of his cock touched her lips. He stood there waiting for her to open her mouth, pull away, or turn her head.

Jen didn't know what to do.

A part of herself wanted to smack his cock away from her and yell at him before storming out of the apartment. Another part wanted to open her mouth and let him fuck her face like before. The two parts warred with her, leaving her paralyzed.

Seeing that she was not pulling away, he wrapped one of his massive hands around his cock and started running it back and forth over her lips and onto her cheeks. Jen could feel the slime the precum left on her face and realized with a start that she had opened her lips a little to get her tongue out to lick the head of this cock as he wiped the precum all over her face.

With each pass of his cock across her lips, she relaxed more, and her mouth gradually opened larger.

She found herself kissing the head and moaning. Her nipples were fully hard and ached as they rubbed the inside of her shirt as she moved to get into a better position for Donald. Seeing that she wasn't going to fight, Donald put the head of his cock into her mouth and reached down to grab the back of her head.

He slowly pushed forward, holding her head still as he forced more and more of this cock into her willing mouth. There was only a slight resistance when he reached the back of her throat, but a little extra force, and he pushed past it. He didn't stop until he felt her lips touching his abdomen.

Jen couldn't believe that she had been able to deep-throat him on the first try. She felt a sense of pride that the rational part of her mind couldn't understand.

Are you proud my rapist taught me to deep-throat his cock?

It screamed at the other darker part of her mind.

Donald released her head, leaving her face impaled on his cock. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, waiting.

The bastard wants me to do all the work,

Jen realized.

Jen also realized that she could not breathe and that if she didn't pull back, she would pass out. She put her hands on the outside of his thighs and pushed her face away from him.

Once he was clear of her throat, she took large breaths of air until the darkness on the edges of her vision cleared. She locked eyes with him and gave his cock a few licks before she slowly pulled herself back down on his cock.

I can't pretend he is raping me anymore.

Jen thought as she slowly moved back and forth fucking him with her face.

With each stroke out, Jen sucked and licked his cock head before forcing this massive cock down her throat. Donald just watched her as she did all the work. He could see her saliva mixed with his precum leaking out of the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her shirt.

He wanted to see more of her, so he pushed her away when she next came up for air.

Jen was confused and afraid she had done something wrong.

"See pretty ladies, boobies," Donald said, pointing at her breasts.

She hesitated for a second before she stood and took off her top. Her large breasts swung free as she tossed the shirt on the coffee table and dropped to her knees. Looking up at Donald, she put his cock back in her mouth and pushed forward, returning to the rhythm she had before.

When Donald grabbed her nipples, she moaned and picked up speed on his cock. The more he hurt her nipples, the more turned-on she got, and the faster she moved.

She felt his cock getting larger and realized he would cum, so she backed off until just the head was in her mouth, licking the tip of his cock as he exploded, sending what felt like gallons of sperm into her mouth.

Jen swallowed as fast as she could, trying to get it all. Once Donald had finished, he let go of her breasts and sat on the couch.

"Can I have a popsicle?" he asked, not turning towards her as he watched the show on TV.

Jen's mind was in turmoil. The rational part of her mind wanted nothing more than to tell him no and leave the apartment. She could not believe she had let him use her again. The darker part wanted more. It remembered the dreams after the last time. Of him fucking her, using his massive cock like a battering ram to break open her tight pussy. In a struggle with the rational part, the thought circled until it was defeated.

"Sure, Donald. A red one?"

"Please," he said with a smile, looking back to the TV.

Jen got up from her knees and walked into the kitchen. She found a red one in the freezer and opened it, staring at the frozen pop in her hand. She slowly pushed it out of the wrapper until about an inch of ice stuck out.

She took the tip and ran it over her sore nipples, moaning as the shock of the ice on her nipple sent shivers to her clit. After her nipples were covered in the red juice, she returned to the living room and sat on the coffee table before Donald.

He reached for the frozen pop, but Jen held it back just out of reach.

"I put some on my nipples for you, Donald. Want to lick it off?"

Jen lifted one of her breasts and presented it to him. After a second, he leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth.

Jen put her hand on the back of his head, holding him and moaning as he sucked and licked the red liquid off her. He switched to the other breast and repeated the process when it was all gone.

When both breasts were clean, Jen rubbed more on her breasts. Donald alternated between her breasts, sucking and licking, driving Jen crazy with sensations. She also noticed that his cock had gotten hard again.

She handed him the popsicle and pushed the coffee table out of the way. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth while he ate his popsicle and watched TV.

Jen pushed one hand inside her pants and pulled and twisted her nipples with the other. Donald lasted longer this time, and her mouth was sore before he came again, filling her mouth. As he shot a smaller load than before into her eager mouth, she had a massive orgasm falling to the floor in a ball as she came, taking the final shot of his cum in her hair.

When she collected herself, she noticed that Donald had gotten dressed and was lying on the couch. He looked like he was having trouble staying awake. His eyes kept closing before jerking open again.

She smiled down at him.

He looked so peaceful. Jen looked at the bulge in his underwear and had to stop herself from touching it again.

"Come on, dear, let's get you back into bed."

She helped him stand and put him back in bed, kissing his forehead as she tucked him in. She returned to the living room and straightened it up before getting dressed in dry clothes and lying on the couch.

In no time, she fell asleep.

Camila came home at about 4 a.m. and found Jen sleeping on the couch.

I am so lucky they moved in across the hall. I would have lost this job if it hadn't been for Jen.

Camila thought.

She watched the rise and fall of Jen's chest, noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra.

You have nice tits, dear

, she thought.

She had always liked women more than men but had never crossed the line to touch another. She watched as Jen moved, and her top opened at the button between her breasts, showing the side of her milky white tits almost to her areola.

Camila walked softly to the couch, Wanting to reach out and touch her. Camila put her hand gently on Jen's shoulder.

Jen didn't move as Camila gently moved her hair to the side so she could see her neck. She leaned down until her lips almost touched Jen's neck before she lost her nerve. Camila stood back up before she did something she would regret and shook Jen gently, watching how her breasts moved inside her pajama top.

"What. Oh, hi Camila. Sorry, I guess I fell asleep," Jen said, sitting up and stretching.

Camila watched, mesmerized, as the top rose until you could almost see the underside of Jen's breasts.

She quickly looked away before Jen noticed.

"It's fine, dear. I'm so glad you could watch Donald. Thanks to you, I have the job! I have to work a few nights a week, but I make more than twice what I did before," Camila told Jen.

"It was nothing, Camila. I was glad I could help."

Jen looked at her watch. "Sorry, it's late, and if you are home, I think I will go home myself."

Jen stood and walked towards the door.

Camila moved to stand next to the door. Jen thought she wanted to say something and wasn't surprised when Camila took her hand in hers.

"I hate to ask, but could you watch Donald tomorrow night? I was offered another shift, which would greatly help me. I think I have someone lined up for the nights next week, but they can't help this weekend. Please."

The look on her face was like a little kid asking for a treat. Jen was sure Donald would use her again if alone with him. This both scared the hell out of her and excited her more than anything else that had happened in her life.

She knew she wouldn't stop Donald from using her again if she said yes. Even the thought of being forced to pleasure him made her pussy wet. Saying no meant she was at least trying to be faithful to Stan. As she thought about her husband, she felt a wave of guilt at what she had done and her body's response at just the thought of doing it again.

All the emotions warring in her froze her in place, unable to answer.

Camila sensed some major struggle in Jen and placed her hand on Jen's arm.

"You can say no, and I won't be upset with you. I know you have a life, too."