Ring.
Ring.
What the hell is that noise?
A sleepy Jen thought, turning away from the pillow she had been hugging to her nightstand to pick up her phone.
She realized two things when she picked up the phone.
Stan was calling her, and it was after 9 am.
"Hey babe," Jen said when she answered the phone.
"Hey, sleepy head," Stan said, chuckling.
"You must have been up late last night to still be in bed."
"I had trouble sleeping last night," she replied.
The truth was she didn't get much sleep last night. Every time she got comfortable and started to fall asleep, she relived Donald using her. She remembered the fear, the pain, and the pure excitement she had felt.
Somewhere around midnight, she had gotten out of bed and undressed. She sat on the cold bathroom floor and finger fucked herself while twisting her sore nipples. She remembered the helpless feeling Donald gave her as he used her. She came hard, managing to get four fingers into her soaked pussy.
"Sorry, babe," Stan said.
He thought that her sleepless night was his fault. Her being alone and a little mad at him for not being able to come home like he had promised.
"I wish I could be there, Jen. Maybe just lay around and take it easy today."
"It's ok, Stan. I just had a problem I was working on and still don't have an answer," She felt guilty for cheating on Stan and mad at him for not being home.
"Anything you want to talk about?"
"It's just a case at work. Trying to figure out how to handle it," Jen lied.
"I'm sure you will figure it out, Jen."
They talked for about half an hour before Stan said he had to go.
"Talk to you later tonight, dear," he told her.
"I will if I can. Remember I told Camila that I would watch Donald."
"Right. Well, let me know."
"I will, dear. Have a nice day."
"You too. Love you," Stan told her as he hung up the phone.
Jen sat holding the phone and looking into space until she remembered that she had to watch Donald.
She got dressed and ate breakfast. After she finished, she straightened up the apartment before sitting down to read a book.
Before she knew it, it was time to meet Camila.
Jen walked to her door, put her hand on the knob, and shuddered.
I can't do this. It's not fair to Stan,
she thought, gripping the doorknob harder.
She had never thought she would allow herself to cheat on Stan. She had always looked down on women who fucked around on their husbands, calling them sluts, and now she was going to allow essentially a stranger to use and abuse her.
Just thinking about Donald face fucking her caused her pussy to start leaking. Being honest with herself was hard, but she was afraid of how she felt.
Just tell Camila you don't feel well and can't watch Donald,
Jen thought.
Having decided to end this, she left her apartment and walked over to Camila's door.
She took a deep breath to steady herself and knocked.
The door opened, and Jen found herself face-to-face with Camila. She wore a blouse with a couple of buttons undone, showing off the top of her ample cleavage. She had a short skirt, a little longer than a mini, with 2-inch black heels.
She looks like she is going out to a club,
Jen thought. She realized that she had never asked where Camila's new job was.
Camila smiled at Jen. "I am so glad you could do this. I kept telling myself that this time, everything would go right. I was afraid something would happen and I would lose this job. My boss told me it was because I am a single mother, and there was no one to watch Donald," Camila said, pulling Jen into a tight hug, enjoying the feel of Jen's body pressed against hers.
The hug lasted slightly longer than Jen was comfortable before Camila released her.
Shit, I can't tell her I don't want to watch Donald
, Jen thought and forced a smile onto her face.
"I wouldn't do that to you, Camila."
If anything, Camila's smile got bigger.
"Come in and make yourself at home. I have a few things to finish getting ready, and then I must run."
Jen followed her into her apartment and closed the door. Glancing around the living room, she didn't see Donald, so she relaxed and watched Camila run around, picking up clothes on the floor.
Camila noticed Jen watching her picking things up, so she bent over a little longer than necessary, giving her a nice view of her bare legs as the short skirt slid up.
Enjoying showing off, Camila picked up the last shirt on the floor, bending down and showing Jen the bottom of her thong-covered ass.
Jen looked away, embarrassed when Camila looked her in the eyes.
Camila smiled and straightened her skirt.
I don't think it would be too hard to get Jen on her knees with her face in my pussy,
Camila thought.
Looking around to ensure she had gotten all the dirty clothes off the floor, Camila glanced at her watch and realized that if she stayed any longer, she would be late.
Damn, I guess I will have to try later.
"Sorry, I have to run, or I will be late. Donald is in his room playing games. Most of the time, he stays there until he gets hungry. There are frozen dinners for yourself and him. I should be back before he goes to bed," Camila said, giving Jen one last hug before walking out the door.
Jen found herself alone in a quiet room. Donald is playing games. Maybe he will leave me alone today, she thought. Looking around, she realized that Camila hadn't finished cleaning the apartment before she had to go. She remembered seeing Camila's panty-covered ass as she bent over.
She does have a nice ass,
Jen thought.
Where did that come from? I don't like women that way.
Jen shook her head, trying to get the images out of it, and cleaned the living room.
She had just finished picking up when she heard a door squeak open.
Fuck,
she thought as Donald came into view.
He was fully dressed, at least,
Jen thought.
"Hi, Pretty Lady," Donald said as he stepped before her.
Jen took a step back and looked up at his face.
"Hi, Donald. How are you today?" she asked.
Her breath quickened, and she felt her adrenaline kicking in. She wanted to run away, and at the same time, she was incredibly excited. Her body didn't know what to do, so she stood there as Donald again stepped up.
Jen felt his stomach pressed into her breasts.
The touch caused her to suck in a quick breath, pushing her breasts out even more. She took another step back, trying to create some space between them.
Donald didn't move forward again. He just looked her in the eye before glancing at her panting breasts.
Jen couldn't look him in the eye any longer and looked at the floor instead. That was when she noticed that Donald's cock had expanded and was starting to tent the shorts he was wearing.
Of fuck, I can't do this again,
she thought, even as she felt her pussy start leaking again.
Jen stumbled backward before turning and walking quickly towards the door. I have to get away from him. She made it about halfway to the door before he spoke again.
"Stop," that was all he said, but Jen found it was like he had jerked her leach back as her body refused to go further.
She stood trembling with her back to him as she heard him walk up behind her. She sobbed when he reached around her and grabbed her breasts, pulling her body tight into his. He started squeezing and kneading her breasts through her shirt. She could feel his massive cock press into the small of her back.
No! No! No! You're not going to rape me again, asshole.
Jen thought, but even she knew the denial was weak.
Jen imagined him forcing his massive cock into her tight pussy and felt juices running down her leg. She started sobbing, but at the same time, she pushed back into him, rubbing her body against his.
He released her sore breasts and turned her around to face him. He cupped her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes.
"Pretty lady. Make me feel good," he said, letting her face go.
Jen's mouth was dry, and she tried to answer but could make the words come out. She wanted to tell him no that she was leaving, but all that happened was she nodded her head and licked her lips.
Donald smiled as he stepped away from her, his hands to his sides.
Jen hesitantly reached out and grasped the tent in his shorts, gently stroking his cock through the material. Jen grabbed his waistband, and before she could change her mind and flee, she bent forward and pulled his shorts down.
As his cock was freed from the shorts, it bounced forward and hit her in the face leaving a trail of precum. She hungerly started licking the head, and as she put it into her mouth. she dropped to her knees.
"Not like that," Donald told her, pulling her up by her hair.
"Ouch, shit, that hurts Donald," Jen exclaimed as he jerked her entirely up onto her the tip of her toes.
Donald let her hair go and smacked her face.
"Play nice," he warned her.
Jen stood there in shock. No one had ever smacked her face before, and she felt her anger rapidly rising.
"Play nice! What the fuck is your..." that was as far as she got before he smacked her face again harder.
"Play nice."
She held her cheek, unsure what to do. Thoughts warred in her head for a few seconds before she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the floor. He reached for her bra to rip it off, so she stepped back.
"Ok, sorry, Donald, I forgot," she told him, holding up one hand while she unclasped her bra. As she moved it away, her 36D breast came into view. She reached for his cock and went to drop back to her knees when he grabbed her face again.
