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"Oh my God!" gasped the naked goddess before covering her mouth with her hand. Having been awakened from a sound sleep, her eyes were wide and her pupils huge as she abruptly sat up in the king-sized bed. Completely oblivious to the fact that her bare breasts were on display, she removed her hand and continued, "Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say. Only please . . . please don't hurt me."
An electrical engineer by trade, Ken Thompson was trained to be a problem-solver. He knew when assessing a situation, the most important thing was to keep his mouth shut until he had all the facts. It was clearly obvious-at least to him anyway-that he was in the wrong room. His eyes quickly scanned the room-there was a single open suitcase next to the TV set, a bra draped over the back of a straight-backed chair, a single pair of low-heeled pumps on the floor, and a skirt and jacket hung next to his shoulder. From where he stood just inside the door, he could also see a small travel case on the bathroom countertop and a pair of pantyhose hanging over the shower-curtain rod.
Ken had just flicked the light switch on and taken two steps into the room when the woman had been startled awake. With the only light in the room coming from behind him, he figured he probably looked very intimidating to the woman in the bed. Although a long way from being drunk, Ken had been drinking and that more than likely contributed to his decision to take advantage of the situation. Besides, the woman in the bed was extremely attractive.
Reaching back, he quickly turned the door's deadbolt and attached the security chain. Then he faced the woman and said in a calm clear voice, "Get up and come over here."
The woman slowly placed her feet on the floor, stood, and tentatively walked toward the strange man who had invaded her room. Her knees felt weak and she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks as she choked back a sob. She couldn't believe this was happening. At thirty-two years of age, she was a single, successful, smart CPA with her own company. She was only in town, because, during the coming week, she was scheduled to audit a high-tech aeronautics firm. Above all else, she wanted to survive this incident and she knew the best way to achieve that goal was to cooperate with this stranger with unknown intentions. She'd had a rape fantasy for as long as she could remember, but now that she was facing the possibility of the real thing, she was scared half to death.
Ken couldn't believe how closely the woman resembled his idea of the perfect female. Her dark, wavy hair was cut to just below her ears and a dark nest of pubic hair showed through her thin, high-cut, white panties-the only garment she wore. Quite thin, her shoulders and collarbone prominent, her ribs easily defined, her stomach flat, it was obvious that she was an active individual and took care of herself. Though her breasts weren't large, they swayed seductively as she walked towards him on long, well-toned legs.
"Turn around and place your hands on your head," Ken said when she finally reached him and she complied without hesitation. He placed his hands on her thighs and began slowly moving them upward, over her hips, her waist, her ribs . . . until they rested just beneath her breasts.
"Oh God, please don't hurt me. You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Not as long as you continue to cooperate and do just as I tell you," Ken said. "What's your name?"
"Rebecca."
"Well, Rebecca, what do you think is going to happen here tonight?" Ken asked, running his hands back down her body to her firm belly, then around to her ass, feeling her taut skin through the smooth undergarment. When his hands went back up her sides, he could feel the nervous sweat leaking from her armpits. Returning to her breasts, he firmly gripped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Oh God, are you going to rape me?" Rebecca asked.
"Technically, it could probably be called rape," Ken said. Up to this point, Ken had just been playing a game with the cute gal. Never in his life had he considered having sex with a woman against her will, but now-with this hot woman so available-he was getting more sexed up by the second. "But I prefer to think of it as fucking. I plan on fucking you and having you fuck me back. How does that sound to you, Rebecca?"
"I'll do anything you say. Only please, don't bruise me or hurt me, okay?"
Over the years, Rebecca had had more than her share of lovers. Some had been sweet and gentle while others had been rude and crude. But she hadn't really ever experienced the kind of lover she preferred-strong, masterful, assertive, and confident. Most of the men she'd known had lacked the ability to look in her eye and tell her exactly what they wanted.
She'd never been raped nor been in a situation where she feared she might be raped, but she'd often played out various scenarios over and over in her mind about being taken against her will. Her favorite fantasy involved being raped while blindfolded and tied-up spread eagle. The fantasy was so powerful she could almost achieve orgasm without even touching her genitals. So she really didn't understand her fear about her present situation and was mentally kicking herself for being so scared and pitiful.
Ken had developed an erection that threatened to burst from his pants. He ran his hands back down the firm body of the beautiful creature before him, letting one hand slide under the elastic in the front of her panties, threading his finger through her soft, wavy pubic hair. At the same time, the other hand had slid inside the back, his fingers delving between her firm ass cheeks. He pushed both hands down even further, forcing the panties to slide down over his wrists until his fingers met at the moist opening of her vagina. One finger just barely penetrated her vagina while another finger of the other hand teased the puckered opening of her anus.
"Take these panties off and get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want that ass way up in the air."
Rebecca turned to her nemesis and pleaded, "I have some condoms in my case in the bathroom. I'll fuck you back if you use a rubber. Okay?" She hated the thought of unprotected sex with a stranger. Pregnancy wasn't nearly as scary as an STD.
Ken's thoughts were the same as Rebecca's and he was thrilled she obviously wanted sex as much as he did. "You get yourself ready for the screwing of your life. I'll get the protection."
Rebecca wasn't feeling nearly as scared as she had been earlier. This guy was really quite good-looking. About her own age, he was tall-over six feet, she guessed-with dark curly hair and a strong physical presence. She didn't find his large hands and long finger as surprising as the fact that his nails were impeccably clean and neatly manicured.
She got up on the bed as instructed and peering back between her spread legs, she watched him undress. A thin layer of dark hair circled his nipples and coated his well-defined chest before traveling down the middle of his rippled stomach, outlining his navel, and continuing down until it joined his pubic hair. Rebecca sucked in a breath when she saw the huge cock sticking straight out from the mass of tight curls at his groin. She continued to watch with amazement as he rolled a condom over his cock and climbed on the bed behind her.
Clenching her ass cheeks and biting her lip in anticipation of his cock invading her exposed pussy, she was startled when she felt his breath, his tongue, and then his lips stroke her labia. The attack on her most sensitive area was such an unexpected shock to her nervous system she couldn't stop herself from crying out.
"Oh! Ooooh! Oh my God! What are you doing?" she asked even though she knew damn well what he was doing. Rebecca couldn't get her mind to believe that a rapist would orally assault her as this man was now doing. While he ravished her with his tongue offensive, he slid one hooked finger into her vagina and strummed her clit at the same time.
As an intense orgasm washed over her, Rebecca had to pull herself away from his wicked pleasuring of her nether region. Cupping her sex with her hand, she rolled over onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Stick it in," she whispered, pulling apart the lips of her pussy and offering herself completely to this handsome stranger.
Slowly, Ken inserted his rock hard baton into the slick tunnel that was open and waiting for him. When he bottomed out, he could feel the head of his cock nudge the opening of her cervix through the thin condom. Rebecca let the air out of lungs in a long sigh of ecstasy and he lowered his lips to hers, claiming them in a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, savoring her own taste and fragrance as their tongues clashed and explored one another.
Lost in a world of rapture, Ken exploded inside her, feeling the velvet fingers of this wondrous woman's vagina clench and clutch his rock hard pole. He continued sawing in and out of the remarkable woman, emptying a second load of his sperm into the condom covering his cock. As the blood drained from his softening cock, a feeling of shame overtook him. He couldn't believe what he had done. He had just raped a woman. Yes, entering her room had been an honest mistake, but then he'd taken advantage of the situation and had sex with her without her permission.
