Lisa liked being alone during the week. As a wife and mom, the evenings were always chaos. It was the days were she did not have to go out that she liked the best. Her alone for hours. Bliss.
Lisa was in early forties. A big blonde woman, Lisa worked on try to keep her weight under control She had settled at a stand off at a size 18 dress. She was curvy, and she caught men looking at her sometimes when she wore a short dress in the summer. She always kept in mind that Marylin Monroe had been a size 16.
The Pillow Case Rapist liked Marylin Monroe too. He had also seen Lisa at the store in that dress and had fallen in love with her. He loved watching walk by, his cock getting instantly hard at the sight of her round sexy ass.
It had taken three weeks of observation to pin down Lisa’s schedule. He loved it when his loves made it easy by being home alone.
The Pillow Case Rapist easily broke in through an open window in the back bedroom. He heard the sound of music from the living room. He slowly made his way toward the sound.
He was rewarded with a wonderful sight: his love working out to a Richard Simmons tape. She was dressed in a just a sports bra and a pair of tight lycra bike shorts that showed off every curve of her gorgeous ass. He pulled out his pillow case and knife and crept up behind his Lisa…
Lisa liked the work out tapes better than the gym. It was cheaper and you did not have to deal with creeps hitting on her. She was safe to sweat a little and then have a long bath afterwards.
She was still thinking this when the pillow case was pulled over her head and the knife put to her throat…
“Be still and I won’t hurt you, “ growled a voice in her ear. Lisa froze.
“Okay, okay. Don’t hurt me. There is money in the kitchen.” Her heart beat fast with fear.
“I don’t want your money, I want to show you how much I love you, Lisa.”
Tears flowed down Lisa’s face. “Please don’t rape me. I’m married with kids. You don’t want me…”
Lisa gasped as her rapist reached a hand under her sports bra and squeezed her right breast.
“I love you, Lisa. I have to show you. Just don’t force me to hurt you. Please.”
Lisa sobbed as she felt her rapist slice off her sports bra and begins to suck her nipples.
“You are so sexy. I have loved since the first time I saw you.” He kissed every inch of her breasts.
“Please stop…don’t…” Lisa begged as her rapist pulled down her shorts. She felt his fingers on her clit as he pulled her close to him. His hot breath on her neck as his fingers made circular motions on her clit.
