Hiya Guys.

 

I`ve never written a blog before so please excuse me if I`m doing it wrong but I figured that this way, whoever`s interested in my drab little life will have the chance to find out what`s been happening and the reason for my longer than normal absence and if you`re not interested ... well you wouldn`t even have read this far, would you.

What I`m about to tell you happened while I was in a variety of emotional states and as such, the details come from different sources such as my obvious experience at the time, some I assumed and/or surmised and others I found out or worked out after the event but all with as much credence, poignancy and relevance as each other.   As far as I`m concerned, this is a true timeline of a particular day in my life that I`ll look back on in the future from many aspects but because I`m putting it into text while it`s still reasonably fresh in my mind, it`s helping me come to terms with it and I know that if my memory wanders for whatever reason, I can always refer back to what actually happened if I ever want or need to know.   

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A little while ago, one of daddy`s friends asked him if he and mummy would like to stay with them in Wales for a couple of weeks and as they live and work on the farm that Rex (my dog) came from, we all thought that it`d be nice to give him a holiday as well so I had to come to terms with the fact that I`d be without him but I didn`t want to begrudge him his holiday so through tearful eyes, I reluctantly watched him go into the safe hands of my parents and for those of you who don`t know about Rex, well he`s my 3 and a bit year old Dalmation who has been my friend, my protector and occasionally my lover since he was a puppy.    

The first night felt really empty not having him annoying me but it had to be endured and I went to bed after making sure all windows and doors were locked, as I always do.   Some of the things I`m going to mention may or may not have been divulged to some of you in the past but in the circumstances, I feel it`s the right time to let you all know everything that`s relavent and then you can pick out of it whatever bits take your fancy as I`m fully aware of so many different fetishes and preferences and knowing that nobody can satisfy everybody.   

I woke up on the Friday morning after Rex and my parents had gone away and as I`ve `suffered` with an addiction to masturbate at least three times a day (often more) since my early teens, the morning session is always an important one for me as it calms me down and usually sets me up until lunchtime or so giving me the chance to get the day started and handle things from there.  Anyway, as I hadn`t had my regular 5am alarm bark, I`d woken up a bit late and as occasionally happens, I didn`t have the time for my playtime which immediately left me feeling horny and frustrated but I had a number of things to do, not least a couple of timed appointments to attend and hurried about getting myself together with thoughts of a prosperous new money making scheme for me.   

I wanted to try and impress whoever the interviewer was and after I`d carefully got dressed in a bright red pencil skirt and teamed it up with a figure hugging white skinny rib top and a chunky black belt, I decided I looked a bit too slutty for a professional interview and changed it for a more conservative tailored white blouse and my mint green skirt and jacket which, when I bought it a couple of years ago, exactly matched the colour of my car at the time but stupidly I put it (the car) in a ditch on a silly night out so that reference is non existent now but I thought I`d mention it anyway.   

The skirt is summer weight, thin, plain cotton and fairly straight and stops a few inches above the knee when I`m standing up but as it`s lined, it quickly rides up over my nylons when I sit down and if I`m wearing them, almost always shows my stocking tops, almost but not quite.  That is until I cross my legs and then it effortlessly slips up another couple of inches and clearly shows not only a stocking top to anyone who`s looking from the right angle but if they`re lucky and I`m a bit lax with my posture, no doubt they`d be able to see the buckle of my suspender belt as well.   As I often do in my emails, I try to make sure you guys have the full picture with as many details that are relevant (and that I can remember) so with that in mind ... 

Always a reliable default, I`d opted for a delicate white lace bra, thong and suspender belt holding up light natural stockings with a subtle sheen and in case you`re wondering guys, yes, we do `test` clothes out in front of the mirror when we`re at home so we usually know exactly what we`re showing you but we`d never admit to it, that`d spoil the fun.   

As I stood in front of the mirror and cast judgement on myself,  the white lace of the bra clearly showing through my white blouse actually looked quite sexy and I`ve been told on many occasions that the suspender belt buckles making tell-tale bulges in a straight skirt is a nice feature and such a tease and in my rapidly increasing sexual condition, I reckoned that I looked okay and wandered off downstairs promising myself and my bedroom that I`d be back as soon as I could.

I drank a quick coffee and grabbing my bag and keys, I slipped my feet into some black heels and headed off to the car and as I buckled the seat belt up, I had a sudden tingling sensation like a shiver rush through me which culminated at my pussy and wow, did that feel awesome.    As I`d missed my morning session, I was already as horny as the devils wife and couldn`t stop my hand slipping under my skirt and giving myself a well deserved little rub and as I was wearing a thong, a naughty finger easily found it`s way inside and I gasped as my probing fingertip found my clit and I wondered if I should make myself cum there and then or stop and do it later and guys, you wouldn`t believe how difficult it was to stop myself but I managed it and reluctantly withdrew my hand from under my skirt, licked my finger clean, smoothed my skirt down as far as it`d go and started the engine.

It wasn`t a long drive into town but due to the weight of traffic and some inconvenient roadworks, it took longer than it should have done and after finding a parking space in a back street (because my usual car park was full), I walked into the office with only minutes to spare but the receptionist was very nice about it and said that she`d put my appointment to fourth in line and I sat down with two other girls and a man who, apparently were all going for the same job.   

I won`t bore you with the details of the interview but I will mention that as I`d sat almost opposite the only male in the waiting room, by the time the two girls had gone in and come out, the remaining man had evidently been staring at me to such an extent that he was in no fit state to stand up (I think you understand) and kindly allowed me to go in front of him and I`m guessing that it might have been the constant crossing and recrossing of my legs that affected him, especially as I didn`t pay any apparent attention to either my skirt or him because I made it look like I was too busy reading a magazine.   lol

As I left the interview room, the receptionist told the man that he could go in and in a polite manner, I gave him a little smile and wished him good luck and as I walked towards the main doors to the street, I heard the receptionist tell him a second time which meant he obviously wasn`t taking much notice for some reason ... I smiled to myself as I wondered how long he`d last in an office full of girls if he actually got the job.

With about half an hour to spare before my next appointment, I decided to have a coffee in town and settled myself at a window seat so I could watch the world go by as I sipped my skinny latte.  A gaggle of first year schoolgirls from the local secondary school walked past and I thought to myself how short their skirts were and remembered that when I was at school, I had to roll the waistband of mine up to get it as short as that ... but yes, a lot of us did it because it felt sexy.    As my mind was stuck in horny mode, I soon drifted off into a vague and wonderful world of gorgeous men that seemed to be unusually friendly towards me which, in my condition, wasn`t doing me any favours at all.   

All too soon, I became aware of a familiar girl frantically waving her arms at me from outside and bringing myself back to the real world and refocusing my gaze, I saw Karen (a good friend) and beckoned her inside to join me.    We chatted for a while about nothing in particular but eventually we had to part company and I went to the bank to sort something out and she went on to the wine bar as she was meeting up with an old boyfriend in the hope that they`d get back together but this time it`d be on her terms and not his (there`s a whole story attached to that comment).   Once the bank was happy with my business, I had an errand to run for Cyril (my eldery next door neighbour) and with the imminent promise of my much needed missing morning session being carried, I headed off to my car and ultimately home but stupidly I went to the car park before remembering that I`d had to park it elsewhere.   

That `elsewhere` was a side street slightly away from the main shopping area and as the noise of the town reduced with every step, I was very conscious of just how loud my heels were clicking and echoing around the walls of the buildings as I walked down the road.   I was parked in a semi residential area and I`m fairly sure it was intentional when I found two youths sitting on a wall right next to the drivers door of my car and as I got close, I remotely unlocked the door but with a confident and demanding tone, one of them told me that he`d been looking after it (my car) for me and asked me what I was going to give him for his trouble.  I paniced a bit as I`d heard of this sort of thing going on but until then, I`d never experienced it and now I knew I had to say the right thing so I could get into my car and drive away safely.  

I told him that I couldn`t offer him any cash because I didn`t have any on me and he said that he didn`t believe me with a car like and pointed to my Mercedes but even though I geniunely didn`t have any cash, I didn`t want to show him my purse and cleverly replied that it took all the cash I had to get the car which is why I don`t have any now and that seemed to hit a funny spot for him and told me that as I`m so beautiful, he`ll "Let it ride" (whatever that means).    His mate slid himself off the wall and now knowing it was unlocked, he opened the car door for me to get in and as he was standing in front of the door and looking down at me, it was so obvious what he was hoping to see so to be safe and with decorum temporarily put on pause, I gave in to his unspoken request and stretched one leg in and as my skirt slipped smoothly and surprisingly quickly up my thighs, I sat down before pulling the other one in which blatantly showed him what he wanted and a huge smile immediately came over his face as he told me to have a safe journey and carefully closed the door with me inside.

With the car started, I gave them a little wave, a cautious smile and then drove away and as the experience sank into my brain possibly for future recollection with a different ending, I began to get hot again as my fingers wandered and my mind reminded me of my intended plans when I got home.   By the time I arrived in my drive, I was fizzing with anticipation and fumbled as I tried to sort out the front door key but Cyril (my neighbour) has spotted me and shouted across the fence at me asking if I`d carried out the task he`d asked me to do in town and invited me in for a chat which suddenly put me at odds with my increasingly desperate plans.

Cyril is an old man (about 70) that lives alone and he`s so nice and kind that I hate to let him down so despite my wanton lust, I said I`d love to and wandered round to his house to the welcoming and, it has to be said, excited eyes of his naughty mind when he saw I was dressed up in a smart skirt suit compared to my usually relaxed attire.  I`ve lived next door to him for a few years and over that time, we`ve developed an understanding whereby I`ll allow him a certain amount of touching and groping as long as he doesn`t go too far as I know just how randy he can get, even at that age and apparently I give him lots of nice thoughts to mess around with when he gets lonely in the evenings.

True to form, as I walked (intentionally slowly) past him through his front door, I felt his hand gently stroke my thigh and squeeze my bum but I just carried on walking into the living room while he closed the front door and followed me in.    His normal seat is an old worn out armchair and the only other seating option is the sofa which is where I sit and probably more by design than coincidence, his armchair is under the window and directly opposite the sofa meaning that he gets the perfect opportunity for an upskirt view as the light floods in from behind him, knowing that the unsuspecting female sitting in front of him, can`t really see him clearly due to him being in the shadow.

I, of course, know that but I act naively for his benefit and I`ll cross and recross my legs knowing full well he can see not only my stocking tops (if I`m wearing stockings) but very probably the occasional flash of knickers as well but what the hell, if it makes him happy then I feel it`s worth the effort.    I`m often going round to make sure he`s okay, get his shopping list, change a fuse or a light bulb and even just to spend some time with him and as I nearly always wear a skirt or dress, he`ll often find little jobs for me to do when I`m there and strangely enough, the vast majority of them tend to involve me climbing steps of some sort from his two-step handy stool to get an extra half a metre in height to his full sized step ladders that can reach up into his attic.     

          

This is nothing to do with the main story as such but if you`ve read this far, you may get some small pleasure out of imagining the scene as I tell you about it ... As I come to the end of my tea after crossing, recrossing and generally wriggling about on the sofa in front of him, I clearly notice that he`s developed very tight trousers with a rather large bulge holding them in a tall tent shape and although I don`t say anything, he knew that I`d seen it and didn`t make any attempt to hide it which, to be honest, just made it even more sexy.

As I stand up and tell him I`ll put the empty mug in the kitchen, he also knows that I`ll be making my exit soon and suddenly remembers a faulty light bulb that needs replacing and tells me that it`s the landing light and I`ll probably need to use the step ladders to reach it and with a wry smirk, I tell him "No problem Cyril" and take my cup into the kitchen before meeting him at the bottom of the stairs.    He`s always maintained that his legs aren`t as agile as they used to be which is why I`m quite happy to help him out with any little DIY jobs that need doing and he holds out his arm with an open palm towards the stairs as a gesture for me to go first, telling me he`ll follow on behind.

At this point, I`m feeling so horny and pretty much in full tease mode and take each step slowly and carefully knowing full well that his eyes are burning into every fibre of my skirt and more importantly, my nylons as they shimmer and shine as the light bounces off of them.   Just for fun, I add an extra layer of tease on and pretend to see a bit of fluff on a step about half way up and keeping my legs straight, I lean forward and retrieve the pretend fluff and as Cyril is only a couple of steps behind me or more exactly, underneath the hemline of my skirt, I can only imagine what he saw and from the grunt of pleasure I heard, I guessed he enjoyed it as I continued upwards without looking back at him.

I reach the top of the stairs and dig the step ladder out from the spare room and after carefully releasing the safety catch, I expand and extend the steps so that they sit squarely under the offending light and begin my ascent as Cyril holds the steps for support ... Yes, I know, it`s an obvious ploy but I ignore it and in my heels, I slowly climb one step at a time so he can get a focused view of the back of my legs and probaby a reasonable upskirt view as well.    Once I was at the required height, he moved his hands from holding the steps to holding my legs just above the knees which is quite a common occurence and as often happens, one of his hands begins to wander while I carry out whatever task has been set for me.

I reach up and remove the light bulb and passing it down to him, I ask for a new one please and as we exchanged bulbs, I jokingly asked if he was looking at my bum and with no shame at all, he told me he was and guessing he was on safe ground for a bit of fun as I was busy putting the bulb in place, both hands now stroked from my knees to my ankles and then back up but continued past my knees until they almost reached my stocking tops.     I looked down at him and with a cheeky smile, I reminded him that he was supposed to be keeping me steady and not groping me and he duly apologised and slid his hands back to my knees as he told me how soft they felt.

I finally managed to get back down onto the floor with only a couple of `accidental` strokes of my thighs and once the step ladders were back in the spare room, we made our way downstairs but this time, he went first so that he could stand at the bottom and look up at me coming down ... Really, he`s got no diplomacy skills at all !     I told him that I had to get home as I was expecting a phone call and didn`t want to miss it which I felt bad about because it was a lie but I promised him I`d go round later and maybe share a bottle of wine with him on his patio while we watched the sun go down over the back of his garden and after agreeing to his request to wear a particular yellow strappy sundress, he seemed to like that idea.

We kissed our goodbyes at the front door and with full knowledge that he was watching my every step as my heels clicked down his driveway, I shamelessly put an extra little wiggle into my walk and when I got to his gate that leads onto the street, I looked back at him and he smiled maniacally as I hitched my skirt up and feigned a suspender belt adjustment before walking out of his sight.    Feeling satisfied with my moves and knowing that he was probably shoving his hands down his trousers at that very moment, I turned into my driveway again and closed the gate and under my breathe, I swore at whoever it was that left it open as I always close it out of habit so that Rex doesn`t go wandering off.     

I checked the car was secure as I walked past it and after opening the front door, I found the culprit ... a pizza menu from a local shop was casually laying on the doormat and I told myself that maybe I should padlock the gate next time I go out to stop them leaving it open.   With my excruciatingly elevated sexual need, I mentally battled with myself and fought my way to the fridge and poured a large glass of wine before walking teasingly slowly up the stairs as I wondered what fantasy I`d play out when I got to the bedroom.   As long as I`ve got the time, I adore `tease and denial` not only with men but also with myself and if my lust level is already high, it just makes it even more fun.

As I reached the bedroom door, I decided on a well established fantasy whereby I`m the carefully chosen subject of an alien abduction and my movements are restricted so that the aliens can do whatever `tests` they need to do on me and with that in mind, I got a silk scarf from a drawer and casually threw it on the bed ready to use as a blindfold and went downstairs to find some clean rope I knew I had somewhere with the intention of tying one wrist and one leg to the bed which, as I`ve done it a few times before, I knew would give me enough flexibility to thrash around to some degree and leave one hand free to `control and guide the situation` to it`s inevitable conclusion.

As I went down the stairs creating a mental image of the awaiting alien, I could feel a gentle draught coming towards me up the stairs which meant that I must have left either a door or a window open and cursing myself for being so negligent, I walked through the dining room and straight out onto the patio.    I knew I hadn`t been out there earlier and in my mind, I replayed some select moments of the previous evening in the hope that I could remember something and a possible reason for me leaving the doors open but nothing came to mind as I turned to face the house and stepped back inside.  

From then on, my life changed and as I stepped across the threshold from being in the daylight to the relative shade indoors, I briefly saw a man step in front of me seemingly from nowhere immediately before I felt a hard slap round the face and the sense of confusion as I fell to the floor.   He must have knocked me out because my next memory was one of looking backwards down the stairs as I`d been thrown over his shoulder and was being carried upstairs and quickly coming to consciousness, I screamed for Rex as well as trying to fight my way free but I soon realised that firstly Rex wasn`t around and then all I was doing was tiring myself out as my punches and wriggling had no effect on him whatsoever.

As I live in a detached house in a quiet road with double glazed windows, the neighbours buildings either side of me are a distance away and unfortunately wouldn`t have heard my shouting and screaming as he carried me into my own bedroom.  He threw me onto my bed and as I landed on my back, for the first time I got a proper look at him and knowing that I had to remember what he looked like, I tried to embed the image onto my retina for future recall.   He was tall, black and well built and had a flat patch of hair at the top of his otherwise shaved head and his chiseled facial features made him look even more dominant than the situation already was and when he asked me where my jewellery was in a deep voice that seemed to shake the windows, I whimpered something like `over there` and pointed to the chest of drawers with my jewellery box on top of it.     

I don`t wear a great deal of jewellery but I do have quite a collection and as he had his back to me and was having a good look through the rings, I wondered if I`d be able to sneak out and run downstairs with the intention of running into the street and making a noise hoping that someone might hear me but the first stage was to get out of the bedroom.  I slid myself forwards to the edge of the bed causing my skirt to effortlessly ride up all the way to the top of my thighs at the very second he turned his head and holding a couple of gold chains in his huge hands, he congratulated me on `some good shit`, as he put it.    My now fully exposed legs didn`t go unnoticed by him and he gruffed and grizzled something indecipherable under his breathe when I tugged my skirt back down to it`s intended level.

He turned his back to me again and goodness knows how he knew but as I stood up and began to slowly step towards the bedroom door, he told me that he hoped I wasn`t thinking of going anywhere and added that if I tried it, I`d be hurt and by the tone of his voice and the earlier proof, I reckoned he probably meant it.   Nevertheless I had to try it and as he continued to search the other drawers for goodness knows what, I ran as fast as I could out of the door, across the landing and down the stairs and it was only when I got to the front door that I looked behind me as I was unlocking it and was shocked to see him confidently walking down the final couple of steps with what I percieved as an annoyed stare.  

At that moment, I wished I`d taken my heels off but because I wanted to wear them during my playtime in the bedroom, I hadn`t and attempting an escape in them probably delayed me just enough for him to catch me up.   He pointed a finger at my face and asked me if I was trying to `piss him off` and in a pathetic little voice, I told him I was sorry and that it wouldn`t happen again and assuming his reason for being there was because he wanted some valuables, I told him he could take the jewellery box if he wanted it and I even offered to give him a few quid if he needed it but the scenario changed as he reached to one side of my face and rubbed my hair between his thumb and finger, telling me how soft it was.  

I wasn`t sure if it was my naturally submissive nature or whether he was softening to me but the controlled panic I was enduring inside with just a hint of disbelief caused me to tell him that I use a decent conditioner and he nodded in agreement as he stroked it again and I was begining to think about trying to feign Stockholm syndrome whereby I could befriend him and possibly lull him into a false sense of security so he drops his guard but all too quickly, he snapped back to being the dominant aggressor and with a final stroke of my hair with his huge paw, he gave me a hefty slap round the face for, as he called it, `being a stupid bitch`.    

As I fell to the floor again, (I hate being so feeble), I was in no position to verbally argue with him and again, I promised I`d try not to annoy him again with the intention of attempting another escape if and when the opportunity occured.    As he followed me upstairs, I wondered if I`d survive a jump from the bathroom window but opted against that in case I broke something I liked ... such as my legs !     When I stopped on the landing with my back to him, he pushed me roughly into my bedroom and then another push onto the bed and told me to `stay still and be quiet` and evidently noticing the awaiting silk scarf innocently laid out on the pillow, he reinforced his comment by tying my wrists to the headboard in case I thought about doing `something silly` as he put it.    

         

For a few minutes, I lay on my back with my arms tied to the headboard above my head and contemplated my next move as I watched him search through each of my drawers and then my cupboards in turn.    I made a mental note of the plain black hoodie he was wearing as well as the equally plain pale grey tracksuit bottoms and thinking back on it now, I`m a little disgusted with myself for spending longer than I should have done looking at his trackies and the fact that his bulging cock was making a very strong presence.

I was brought back down to earth when he suddenly turned towards me and again, told me to `stay there` and walked out of my room and into another bedroom which bought me some time and I edged myself up the bed so that I could bite and nibble my way out of the scarf and the knot seemed extremely well tied but after a couple of minutes, I managed to slacken it off enough to pull my hands free and with him still not back, I ditched my heels and slowly crept to the door and seeing him sitting on the edge of a bed in another room and looking closely at something he`d found, I reckoned I had a chance and stepped across to the top of the stairs as quietly as I could.

As a final glance into the room he was in proved he was still there, and I crept down the stairs but by the time I`d got to the bottom, his voice only feet behind me told me that I was in trouble and as I looked cautiously over my shoulder, I felt his hand slide round my waist and lift me up like you`d lift a naughty child.    Guessing I`d really pissed him off this time, as he carried me up the stairs, I shouted, screamed, punched, kicked and generally tried to make it awkward for him so that he`d let go and allow me to get away but of course, I knew that was never really going to happen.    

He threw me onto my bed and his face looked like thunder as he announced that I obviously hadn`t heard what he`d said and that he was fed up playing games and pulled his hoodie off over his head to reveal a toned and very muscular torso which, under different circumstances, would have been something to worship.  However I was getting genuinely scared for my own safety because I`d annoyed him a couple of times and as he was standing between my bed and the door, I knew I couldn`t make another run for it. 

The stakes increased dramatically when he began to survey my body, smile at his own amusement and cup his sizeable bulge as though he was checking it`s weight and when he pushed his tracksuit bottoms down to his ankles, he removed any doubt of his intentions.

His extremely well stocked white mesh underpants were clearly being stretched to their limits as he kicked his trackie bottoms away and when he began to step closer to the bed, I was aware that not only had my skirt ridden up when he threw me on the bed but that my blouse had lost a couple of buttons probably during the struggle on the last stair ascent and it was only the willpower of my flimsy lace bra that was preventing my boobs from being on open display.    

I was, as you`d expect, shaking with terror at his proven potential to hurt me but with very little strength left, I had to battle as best I could as he climbed onto the bed by my feet.  The situation becomes somewhat of a blur for a few minutes as I launch myself off one side of the bed and attempt another escape and when he reaches out to stop me, he grabs my jacket which I`m happy to lose but I soon found out that I was no match for his agility and even before I got to the top of the stairs, he`d got his arm tightly around my waist from behind and despite my arms and legs swinging aimlessly about in mid air, I was being physically dragged back to the bedroom.    

Once he`d closed the door and bolted it (that`s usually to keep Rex out), I received another slap which made my eyesight go funny and my face sting and in my confusion, he pushed me backwards onto the bed and straddled my legs.   I vaguely saw his face getting near to mine and the smell of cigarettes become all encompassing as his tongue explored my mouth during a deep, probing kiss.   I started regaining my senses and felt his weight on top of me as he told me how sexy I was and as I resumed my almost pointless resistance by punching his bull-like torso, he skillfully undid the clip on the front of my bra as easily as if it`s an everyday task for him.

Now his attentions were focused on my boobs as they jiggled and swayed in front of him and a much stated comment came to mind along the lines of "Some fantasies are good but not when they`re played out for real" and at that moment, I agreed wholeheartedly with it.    However, much to my horror and due, in no small part, to the lack of my usual morning satisfaction and the `tease & denial` I`d self-incurred during the day up to that point, my body seemed to be independently attuned to sexual stimulus from any source and my nipples quickly became as hard as bullets under his rough groping which he seemed to take as a compliment. 

He hauled himself upright and kneeling astride me, I saw his underpants were now full to capacity and the familiar shape of a thick cock forcing them well above his waistband as he tugged at what was left of my blouse until it was no more than shreds and given a little more space now, I swung at his head with my fists and if I say so myself, I caught him beautifully right hook next to his eye.   He didn`t see the funny side of that and returned the favour with what I guessed to be a punch as the pain shot through my head like a bolt of lightning.    I felt his weight subside as he lifted himself off the bed and in a daze, I thought he`d had enough and was hopefully leaving the house but as my eyes refocused, I saw he`d taken his pants off and was getting back on the bed with a cock that was bouncing about like a rampant stallion.

Although I continued to slap and scratch and dig my nails into his skin at every opportunity, he didn`t seem particularly worried about my actions because he was having his own fun mauling my boobs and running his hands up and down my legs until a point came when his attitude changed and in what seemed like a single movement, he`d gone from straddling my legs and toying with me to that of a true aggressor and after shoving his hand up what was left of my skirt and making quick work of ripping my thong off me, my legs were physically wrenched either side of his thick thighs and as I felt the bulbous head of his heavyweight cock nudging at my over-sensitive pussy, I knew the time had finally come to endure his passion and with all the will in the world, I wriggled, punched, scratched and fought in a desperate last stand but to no avail.

Effortlessly holding both my wrists above my head with one hand, he used his other hand to manually rub the wet head of his cock over my pussy lips and finding they were already more than adequately lubricated, he pushed the first couple of inches into me almost as a test and held it as I gasped and he sighed and when he finally forced his full length inside me, my body put up much less of a fight than I`d have expected and completely disobeyed any thoughts I should been having as the first of a number of powerful and involuntary orgasms ripped through me.   

I was totally ashamed of myself and my sudden lack of resistance but his intense thickness and relentless enthusiasm caused my body to go into, what I`d describe as a spasmodic orgasm and for some reason, I had absolutely no control when I felt my legs wrap themselves around the black bull and my ankles cross behind his back as though I was locking him in position.   

Until then, he`d been holding my wrists above my head but when my self motivated legs clung on to him, I suppose he thought it`d be safe enough to release them and as his neck muscles rippled and his sweat splashed onto my face, I thought of the contrast between the devastating fear at such a powerful intrusion of my life compared with the obvious physical god on top of me and it has to be said, humping me into oblivion. 

I sort of lost track of time and after hammering at his chest while he virtually laughed at me, he withdrew and spun me over with one hand before holding my pelvis tightly and again thrusting himself ball-deep into my aching pussy from behind which, I sensed, he enjoyed as his moans and groans got louder and a lot more fierce as he caused me to hyperventilate.    

I`m not sure if I actually passed out but I could feel my eyes bulge and I felt very dizzy as he grunted and growled behind me and after what felt like ages and I have to admit, a couple of uncontrolled orgasms later, he bellowed out something like `Oh fuck, yeah baby` and I guessed he was going to cum.   His cock seemed to stiffen and thicken, his speed and power increased and as I felt every pulse of his engorged cock as he disposed of a torrent of dirty black cum inside my belly, I had yet another body-wrenching orgasm of my own as a final offering.  

I felt mentally and physically shattered after the onslaught and following a very convincing warning about being hurt badly if I said anything about it to anyone and yet another parting slap round the face to confirm his authority, the next thing I was aware of was the sense of pain in various areas of my body and an empty bedroom because he must have knocked me out with the last slap and made his exit while I was unconscious.

It transpired that his attack left me with amongst numerous bruises, a black eye, a split lip, a dislocated shoulder and a very sore and stretched pussy not to mention the ripped blouse and laddered stockings.   Most girls have imagined the rape fantasy and believe me, I`ve had my fair share of forced encounters but this one was so utterly brutal and totally dominating that the fear aspect alone scared the hell out of me and missing my normally reliable period a week or so afterwards proved just how potent the bastard was although a visit to a private doctor sorted that aspect out.    

    

I didn`t report him because firstly, the attack was carried out in my house with no obvious method of breaking in therefore it could be considered that I allowed him access and with my word against his, pragmatically I know I wouldn`t stand a chance in our current legal system.   The second reason and probably the most influential for me is the fact that I orgasmed so many times and it has to be said, so easily which wasn`t so surprising as I was feeling insatiably horny and had taken self-tease & denial to such an increased level that almost any physical contact could have put me over the top so a well endowed rampant black bull had no problem at all. 

It`s a shame we hadn`t met in a more normal situation as I think we could have had some fun together but as it is, I loathe the sweaty douchbag and hope that somewhere in his life, he gets an equal measure of bad luck.   I do have a couple of friends that are `investigating` the situation for me and asking covert questions of select locals so hopefully I could see an interesting result in the near future and maybe even get to carry out a carefully chosen sentence of my choice.   

During a quiet evening when he got back from holiday and a bottle of wine between us, I told daddy about that day (just as I`ve described it to you guys) and although the first twenty minutes or so was more a question of trying to stop him groping me ... but failing (some of you may know about our relationship) until he realised that it was more serious than he first thought when his passion changed to anger as I explained about his little princess being held down and violated so forcefully by an athletic hulk of a man although it was tempered slightly when I told him how disobedient my body had been and he jokingly told me that it needs to be taught a lesson which we both laughed about and he subsequently apologised for although he did playfully spank my bum when I stood up and walked past him into the kitchen.

I forgave him of course and the sense of letting go of some of the negative energy inside me in the form of sharing my terror was a great help to me which is also part of the reason you guys are also reading this now.   The other part is because I know how randy you lot get even if it`s something serious so as most of you have given me some good memories as we`ve communicated with each other, I reckoned that you deserve at least the chance to get some pleasure out of me as I`ve been told by quite a few of you that I can be a bit of a `prick tease` at times so I guess I`ve now received my punishment. 

Even though Rex is back with me now, daddy said that he`d also like stay for a while so with a housefull to contend with, hopefully I`ll be safe from naughty men from outside the house at least ... however my two internal companions might be more of a struggle to control and as recalcitrant Rex had re-asserted his alpha male staus within half an hour of being back home with me (I think you know what I mean ...) and daddy had taken over the cooking and washing, I immediately knew my place in the hierarchy regardless of the fact that it`s my house !

However the first night was actually really nice as daddy and I cuddled up on the sofa after polishing off a chinese takeaway and a bottle of wine but I began to suspect he was hoping for a little something extra when his hands gradually roamed into naughty territory and as I was only wearing a T shirt and knickers, I reckoned that I`d have to give in to him or call a stop to his idea before he went too far and although I thought I`d chosen my words carefully, all I`d done was to postpone it and when we went to bed, his persuasive nature won me over until eventually we fell asleep in each others arms.

Some of you know about a previous rape I had to endure at 13 when, at a friends birthday party, I was dragged into a bedroom by two older boys (about 18 or 19) and spent the next 30 minutes being used for their satisfaction in a variety of ways during which time, I was told to stay quiet and `just take it`.    I was traumatised by that incident for ages as I relived it in my mind along with their almost sadistic nature and complete disinterest in the way I was feeling but eventually I pulled myself out of it and look back on it with a different view point.  

I don`t know who those boys were but as I recall, one of them came twice and as far as I could make out, the other one came three times so whoever their girlfriends are, I`m sure they must be very happy with them.   The most annoying thing for me at the time was the fact that daddy had bought me the most gorgeous white satin dress purely for the party and had even added a pair of white stockings so that I didn`t need to borrow some of mummy`s which is something I often used to do but those naughty boys laddered the stockings and ripped the bodice of the dress in their eagerness to fulfill their desires.

During the drive home when I told daddy about what had happened at the party, he didn`t seem too worried about the dress or the stockings and when we arrived home, he cuddled me on the sofa to comfort me until I fell asleep and the next thing I knew was waking up in my bed the next morning naked so he obviously undressed me as well ... what a kind daddy.

Those boys coud have physically damaged me so I guess it was sort of lucky that I`d already lost my virginity at 11 to a constantly rampant golden retriever on a hot summers afternoon and that itself started me exploring the sexual avenue that most of us begin during our formative teen years.    Because of being raped by the two boys at the party and a number of other `forced acts` since then, I know from experience that mentally I`ll pull through my recent encounter with the `black bull` and once the bruising and soreness has finally gone, I`ll be left with a memory to do as I wish with and if I can convert it into something useful such as a positive real-life fantasy, then I`ll be on the right track to where I came from but it`ll take time. 

I`ve waffled on for far too long (as usual) so I`ll end this now but knowing that everyone has their own sexual quirk or fetish, I hope that you guys have got a little something nice to take away from my experience and as you`ve given me plenty of pleasure over the 9 months that I`ve been on here, you deserve every bit of it.   Even being as open and detailed as I have been, I`ve still sugar-coated it to a certain degree and his true strength, overbearing power and sexual brutality will be something that will always give it an edge of surrealism for me.   Thanks for reading this and even though I`ll probably be closing this account shortly, I`m sure I`ll be back some day with renewed passion and new stories of my otherwise boring life.

 

Love you all (but one at a time please)

Jenny xx

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