Jo had been broken. Face down, ass up on her own bed, being raped by a former student, her fat ass clapping, all she could do was moan like a bitch and push her hips back to meet his violent thrusts, not understanding why it felt so good. His cock was mixing her up real good and she could barely concentrate on anything else. Maybe it was because it had been so long since she had been fucked so hard and deep, but as he spread her as and spat on her vulnerable asshole, getting ready to take things a step further, she just trembled and whimpered in anticipation.
This had started when she was out for her usual morning run.
He had seen her and waved her down, explaining he was an old student. Her thoughts were interrupted by him violently ramming his thick cock into her asshole, making her cry out and arch her back, a moan escaping her that was so slutty she felt herself get wetter just heating it. He kept ramming down until his pelvis started slapping her fat jiggly ass again, balls deep in her tight but receptive ass.
He had offered her coffee, and she had accepted. It was all so fuzzy...
They caught up and actually had an interesting conversation, he had even made her laugh a few times. She had to consciously stop herself enjoying it too much, not wanting to get overly friendly with an ex student-
He slapped ass hard, leaving his handprint in her supple, tan flesh.
"You love this don't you, you fat assed bitch!" He growled in her ear, pulling her short black hair back.
"Yes daddy, rape my asshole harder!" She screeched, seconds away from an orgasm. Had she really just said that? She hadn't meant to, what was-
Her thoughts stopped dead as she shivered, then convulsed, her whole body shaking as she came again, she had lost count. Collapsing into her sheets, she felt him pull out of her. She suddenly felt so empty, she wanted him back inside her. As if hearing her thoughts, he turned her over to face him and kissed her passionately. Her eyes almost rolled back in bliss again as his firm hands ran across her sensitive body.
"Don't you worry Joan, I'll be right back." He said, standing and leaving her there, sweating and moaning quietly to herself.
'Pull yourself together Jo, what happened?'
After coffee he had asked to meet her again. She remembered how tall he was, how firm he seemed to be when he hugged her. She wasn't ashamed of her body but she was sure it had seen better days. She had a son after all. He was 19, away at boarding school. His dad had left a long time ago, after she first had him at 20. She had struggled for a while until she started teaching, and with a lot of help from her friends she managed to afford an apartment. There was something about the way this man was talking to her, looking at her, that made her feel special, like he truly wanted her...she couldn't let herself think that. Wishful thinking, he was much too young for her, but she said yes to meeting again anyway.
The second time they met he bought them dinner, and it didn't even strike her it was a date until it was almost over.
"Are we- this is a weird question but...is this like a date?" She had asked.