This story has themes of forced sex. Please do not read if you are offended by or dislike such themes.
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In the four weeks following the incident at the gas station Damon and Louise began the gradual process of pulling themselves together. Louise gradually began to forgive herself for her slight arousal during her violation and the disappointment in her husband's weakness in the face of the big black aggressor. Her mind still frequently floated back to that night but the memories were becoming less traumatic as her mind settled on the impressive black member she was forced to pleasure rather than the gun pointed at Damon's head or the dead attendant. She did not understand her fascination with her attacker's cock but the memory of it was not entirely unpleasant.
She knew that the incident had hit Damon harder despite the fact that it was her who was assaulted. She could not help being a little annoyed at this but she was outwardly very supportive of him.
They had not made love since the night before the gas station incident. Louise hoped that Damon would try and make a move soon. For the first couple of weeks she could not have faced it, but as the terror subsided her libido began to grow again. She did not want to rush Damon though. She just made sure that she dressed sexily for bed, trying to make it clear that she was ready as soon as he was.
Louise had noticed Damon looking at her a lot with lust in his eyes but he still made no move. She was beginning to get a bit confused; what was he waiting for?
Damon was struggling. He had been completely emasculated during the hold up at the gas station. He felt he was utterly helpless as he watched the monster control his wife and make her suck him until he came in her mouth. He felt worse as he saw a slight but obvious disappointment in Louise's eyes when she looked at him, when he remained silent and did not help her plead for their lives. Damon was finding this really hard to get over.
To make things worse he saw that massive black cock in his wife's mouth every time he closed his eyes or had any kind of sexual thought. He began to notice a couple of weeks after the gas station hell that he had not had an erection. He thought long and hard but could not recall a single one since then. He tried masturbating but despite significant effort he could not coax his member to life; thoughts of Louise with a massive black cock always got in the way. He realised he was impotent.
He began to get stressed about the situation as it became obvious to him that Louise was ready for sex. She was dressing sexier every night and was obviously waiting for him to make a move.
By the end of the first four weeks both were becoming frustrated. They had always had an active sex life, rarely making love less than five times a week. Going an entire month without sex was unheard of. Damon knew he had to try something.
As they got into bed that evening Louise was a vision. She was dressed in a tiny see-through baby-doll nightie. Damon looked her in the eyes and smiled. 'You look stunning.'
'You like?' Louise purred with a wink.
Damon's eyes traced down her body. She really was in unbelievably good shape. Her full boobs were heaving under the thin sheer material. Her nipples were sticking out as far as they could. Louise had truly beautiful boobs, but as Damon gazed at them he was reminded of that night four weeks ago. Her nipples had been just as hard then, although it was fear that time and not arousal. As his mind slipped back to that night his thoughts of impotence hit him hard; could he go through with this and risk disappointed Louise again?
He dragged himself back into the room and continued his visual journey until he reached Louise's perfectly shaved mound. He was truly turned on but his cock had not responded at all yet. He was getting worried.
Louise climbed into bed seductively, leaned into Damon and began to gently kiss him on his lips. He immediately grabbed her close, squeezed her hard and kissed her with passion and release. The kissing was frantic and deep. They rolled all around the bed, their lips locked. Damon's hands grabbed her ass firmly. He marvelled at the two handfuls of perfectly formed soft flesh.
Damon's heart skipped a beat as Louise's hands began to work their way down to his waist. He wanted to push her hand away; give his flaccid piece more time to spring into action. He knew he could not without spoiling the moment. These thoughts were not helping one bit.
Louise was excited. She was already wet and could not wait to have her man inside her once more. However, as her hand finally reached Damon's cock two thoughts immediately ran through her mind. Despite its obvious truth she felt immediately guilty about the first thought; 'Oh my god this is so much smaller than the last cock I held.' The second thought followed in an instant; 'Why the hell is he not hard?' She felt disappointed and annoyed but she continued to try and work it, rubbing as hard and fast as she could.
Damon's stress was growing rapidly. He knew in his heart that he could not do it, he could not get hard. After another five minutes of kissing, fondling and rubbing he could take it no longer. He pushed himself away and turned his face away. 'I can't do it. I'm so sorry. I just can't.'
'What's wrong Damon?'
'I, err, I, err, I just can't, you know? I can't get hard.' He stammered.
'Don't worry my love. It can happen to anyone.' Louise was all sympathy. 'We can try again soon.'
'It's no good. I have not been able to get an erection since...you know?'
'Oh. Well I am sure it will sort itself out soon.' Damon was not convinced. He turned over and went to sleep.
Louise could not sleep. She was incredibly frustrated. She had been horny for two weeks now and when Damon finally made a move he could not get it up. She felt a very unfair resentment that Damon was letting the man from the gas station control him even now in the safety of their own bed.
As soon as she heard sleep noises from Damon she touched herself with her fingers. She bent her knees up and spread her legs a little and began to run her fingers around her moist lips. Louise rarely masturbated; it must have been three or four years since she had last felt the need to; but strong sexual feelings coursed through her body as her fingers played with her increasingly wet lips. She lost herself in her arousal before sinking two fingers inside herself. She moved them in and out rubbing them past her inflamed clitoris every time.
The feelings that filled her body were wonderful; she had missed them over the past month. She was so lost in herself that her fingers almost had a life of their own. They penetrated faster and faster, getting ever wetter and wetter. It took her only five minutes to bring herself to the point of orgasm. She bit her lip and placed her other hand hard over her mouth to stop herself making ecstatic noises as her back arched and her pelvis pumped back against her fingers. She had not felt such intensity for a long time. She felt a massive release of her sexual frustration.
After a few more intense moments of bliss she laid back and relaxed. She even allowed her mind to wander onto thoughts of the big black cock that was the subject of her last sexual encounter. The tingling between her legs got a little bit stronger as she did. Her frustration was obviously warping her mind. That last sexual encounter was assault not love making. She drifted off into sleep.
On the other side of the bed Damon felt like he had a massive hole in his stomach. He had not fallen asleep; he had faked it to avoid any more conversation with Louise about his impotence. However, the last few minutes made it crystal clear to him that she was both frustrated and disappointed in his inability to satisfy it.
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The next morning Louise woke to the sound of the shower. She got out of bed and slipped off her nightie and walked into the shower behind Damon. She was not ready to give up. She put her arms around him with her hands on his chest. She gently kissed all over the top of his back.
'Look Lou, I really do not think I can.'
'Shhh. Let's just play. What will happen will happen. Let's just enjoy ourselves.' Louise grabbed the soap and began to wash Damon's body. He marvelled at the suds as they cascaded over her beautiful naked form. She spent a long time washing every part of his body except for between his legs. Eventually she got to this area and she gently rubbed the soapy suds all over them. She was slow and meticulous. It felt amazing but there was still no life down there. Louise did not react at all; she simply said brightly 'My turn.'
Damon did not need asking twice. He washed her hair, her face and her back before starting on her tits. He rubbed the soap all over them. They felt so good in his hands; he squeezed them and pinched her nipples until she let out a moan of pleasure. He moved in and took one in his mouth. He gently sucked on her perfect breast whilst she leaned her head back and let the water flow over them. He moved onto the other boob before going down on his knees and planting a million tiny kisses all over her stomach, thighs and eventually her pussy.
She pushed his head into her body as he began to lick her lips and stick his tongue inside her. He was enthusiastic if a little lacking in talent. It certainly got Louise heavily aroused but he almost entirely missed her clitoris. She kept him down there for over ten minutes but never came anywhere near to orgasm. She eventually let him up and they kissed passionately for a long time.
She reached down to see if shower fun had done the trick. It had not and so with one last loving kiss she got out the shower and Damon followed.
Damon had enjoyed the experience immensely but was still frustrated at his own impotence. Over the next three weeks they tried many more times without success. Louise resigned herself to the fact that her only chance of orgasm was masturbation which, for the first time in her life, had become a daily pleasure.
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