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This is a story about a young woman whose past catches up with her and then threatens her current career and social standing. She is blackmailed, harassed, and turned into a mere sexual love slave. But finds she's loving it in time. "MF Non-consensual."
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Lorraine had been on edge all day; she had cleaned the entire house twice and drank nearly a full bottle of wine already. She had taken extra care with her hair today, pilling the stuff up high with lots of ringlets dangling down around her face.
She had also spent more time than normal on her makeup and nails. She felt a little sheepish at moments doing all of this for a rapist, "But God, the way he made her feel!!!!"
She had pulled out a bright orange wrap around to put on for his arrival and white high heels with a white choker. She still had to shower before his designated arrival time, "again." She had felt light all day long and it took concerted effort on her part to keep her mind from returning to the sex shop and last night's events.
She realized that her mystery lover was lightening, thunder, and rolling earth all rolled into a single convenient package, and Lorraine had discovered she loved it like that. The element of his mysterious identity had been a wonderful experience but, she couldn't wait to know him.
She found herself forming questions about what he may look like, what his occupation might be and where he lived. She knew his kiss for certain and couldn't wait for more of that heavenly stimulation.
As the hour drew near our damsel made ready showering for the second time today, and marking herself with his scent "perfume." After toweling herself down she proceeded to dress and with each moment her anxiety grew. She found herself wondering if he would approve of her wardrobe, her hair and her overall presentation, she was hopeful that he would.
Lorraine went back downstairs and seated herself on the couch, having already made sure that the front door was unlocked for her rapist. As the hands of the clock swept around to their appointed meeting she affixed the blindfold around her eyes and waited.
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David Hollingsworth approached the complex in that small Iowa town in hopes of securing for himself a relationship with potential for deeper things.
He had watched the gorgeous Lorraine Burk from the first day she took her new position in his fathers company. He had hired an old college friend of his to research her background and did extensive research on her past.
He had liked what he found and decided to go after the young vixen with all the resources at his disposal. He was hoping somehow to inspire a bond between them that might lead to something more long term than mere casual sex.
He hadn't realized that Lorraine had been attracted to him from the very first time she'd laid eyes on him, as well.
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She hadn't waited long before hearing someone approach the door and quietly enter. When she heard the sound of her suitor moving toward her something wonderful leapt inside her heart forcing an involuntary smile to her lips.
"Hello Lorraine, have you been a good girl in my absence?" he asked non-chalantly.
"Yes Master, I have waited obediently for you, as instructed my Lord!"
"That's a good girl Lorraine," he responded.
His fingers trailed the contour of her face ever so lightly and then trailed down the side of her neck. There was a slight shiver from Lorraine as a single finger caressed the hollow of her throat.
Very carefully David parted the gown she wore at the top and allowed his hands access to her ample well shaped breasts. She sighed as he stroked the creamy skin of those intriguing works of art.
He squeezed a bit more firmly as his lips captured hers and began the tender rape of her softness there. In response Lorraine pushed out her breast to his hand, as her own hunger made her ravish his mouth with equal ferocity.
The two were animals at mating season as they tasted and touched only those things that lovers treasure. Her breath was increasing in rate her nipples already bloomed to a state of hard immediate readiness.
"I missed you Master!" she gasped on the break.
"You slave, have occupied my complete focus today as well!" he replied.
David reaching behind her unfastened the blindfold and removed it from her eyes.
"Oh my God, Mr. Hollingsworth!" she gasped in shock her eyes wide in wonder.
"No Lorraine, its David from now on. I will explain it all later but right now I need you," he said with a smile.
"But I have so many things to ask," she began.
"Later Lorraine, I need you!!!" and with that David began to slip out of his cloths. His lover greedily drinking in the raw sight of his youthful fit body from where she sat. Lorraine was thrilled with the vision of his cock before her and completely understood her sense of physical soreness after their sex now.
With a smile she nodded in affirmation, as her hands began to take possession of young Hollingsworth's body. He was warm and smooth to the touch and Lorraine had a difficult time keeping her focus on anything but that belligerent swaggering mass between his legs.
Slowly and gently he began to tease the flesh of her flaming organ. As he did Lorraine began to rotate her hips against his touch and weep in the valley of creation. She was mesmerized by the black craft his hands now cast against her body and senses. It's use designed to direct her focus and subvert her consciousness allowing him to use her as he pleased. It worked, with her blessing, only too well.
Moving closer to the front of the couch David spread her legs pushing her knees up to her stomach and to the sides. He studied the full scarlet lips of her pussy and high prominent lift of her pubic bone with appreciation. She was beautifully delineated in that area and in fact perfect in every way.
Then he lowered his head between her thighs and received a sweet subdued whimper, as communication of her approval. After taking in her odor (magnificent laced with opium) he parted her vaginal lips and gave her a quick savage lick.
"Oh God David!" she sighed.
David began to burrow deeply into Lorraine's passage with that wicked tongue of his as his hands teased her breasts. She began rocking with the rhythm of his movements as the sensation promoted the sweetest little sounds from her.
His own cock was strained now to the point of physical pain from his intense desire to impale her with the thing. He continued to relish his exploration of her creative garden as she gasped and drifted into that world of pleasure induced half awareness.
Lorraine's mind was held firmly in the grip of her own pleasure principal, unable to do anything but respond and enjoy the titillating sensation of his dark wicked sorcery.
