A New Life Ch. 05

Ring.

Ring.

What the hell is that noise? A sleepy Jen thought, turning away from the pillow she had been hugging to her nightstand to pick up her phone.

She realized two things when she picked up the phone.

Stan was calling her, and it was after 9 am.

"Hey babe," Jen said when she answered the phone.

"Hey, sleepy head," Stan said, chuckling.

"You must have been up late last night to still be in bed."

"I had trouble sleeping last night," she replied.

The truth was she didn't get much sleep last night. Every time she got comfortable and started to fall asleep, she relived Donald using her. She remembered the fear, the pain, and the pure excitement she had felt.

Somewhere around midnight, she had gotten out of bed and undressed. She sat on the cold bathroom floor and finger fucked herself while twisting her sore nipples. She remembered the helpless feeling Donald gave her as he used her. She came hard, managing to get four fingers into her soaked pussy.

"Sorry, babe," Stan said.

He thought that her sleepless night was his fault. Her being alone and a little mad at him for not being able to come home like he had promised.

"I wish I could be there, Jen. Maybe just lay around and take it easy today."

"It's ok, Stan. I just had a problem I was working on and still don't have an answer," She felt guilty for cheating on Stan and mad at him for not being home.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

"It's just a case at work. Trying to figure out how to handle it," Jen lied.

"I'm sure you will figure it out, Jen."

They talked for about half an hour before Stan said he had to go.

"Talk to you later tonight, dear," he told her.

"I will if I can. Remember I told Camila that I would watch Donald."

"Right. Well, let me know."

"I will, dear. Have a nice day."

"You too. Love you," Stan told her as he hung up the phone.

Jen sat holding the phone and looking into space until she remembered that she had to watch Donald.

She got dressed and ate breakfast. After she finished, she straightened up the apartment before sitting down to read a book.

Before she knew it, it was time to meet Camila.

Jen walked to her door, put her hand on the knob, and shuddered.

I can't do this. It's not fair to Stan, she thought, gripping the doorknob harder.

She had never thought she would allow herself to cheat on Stan. She had always looked down on women who fucked around on their husbands, calling them sluts, and now she was going to allow essentially a stranger to use and abuse her.

Just thinking about Donald face fucking her caused her pussy to start leaking. Being honest with herself was hard, but she was afraid of how she felt.

Just tell Camila you don't feel well and can't watch Donald, Jen thought.

Having decided to end this, she left her apartment and walked over to Camila's door.

She took a deep breath to steady herself and knocked.

The door opened, and Jen found herself face-to-face with Camila. She wore a blouse with a couple of buttons undone, showing off the top of her ample cleavage. She had a short skirt, a little longer than a mini, with 2-inch black heels.

She looks like she is going out to a club, Jen thought. She realized that she had never asked where Camila's new job was.

Camila smiled at Jen. "I am so glad you could do this. I kept telling myself that this time, everything would go right. I was afraid something would happen and I would lose this job. My boss told me it was because I am a single mother, and there was no one to watch Donald," Camila said, pulling Jen into a tight hug, enjoying the feel of Jen's body pressed against hers.

The hug lasted slightly longer than Jen was comfortable before Camila released her.

Shit, I can't tell her I don't want to watch Donald, Jen thought and forced a smile onto her face.

"I wouldn't do that to you, Camila."

If anything, Camila's smile got bigger.

"Come in and make yourself at home. I have a few things to finish getting ready, and then I must run."

Jen followed her into her apartment and closed the door. Glancing around the living room, she didn't see Donald, so she relaxed and watched Camila run around, picking up clothes on the floor.

Camila noticed Jen watching her picking things up, so she bent over a little longer than necessary, giving her a nice view of her bare legs as the short skirt slid up.

Enjoying showing off, Camila picked up the last shirt on the floor, bending down and showing Jen the bottom of her thong-covered ass.

Jen looked away, embarrassed when Camila looked her in the eyes.

Camila smiled and straightened her skirt.

I don't think it would be too hard to get Jen on her knees with her face in my pussy, Camila thought.

Looking around to ensure she had gotten all the dirty clothes off the floor, Camila glanced at her watch and realized that if she stayed any longer, she would be late.

Damn, I guess I will have to try later.

"Sorry, I have to run, or I will be late. Donald is in his room playing games. Most of the time, he stays there until he gets hungry. There are frozen dinners for yourself and him. I should be back before he goes to bed," Camila said, giving Jen one last hug before walking out the door.

Jen found herself alone in a quiet room. Donald is playing games. Maybe he will leave me alone today, she thought. Looking around, she realized that Camila hadn't finished cleaning the apartment before she had to go. She remembered seeing Camila's panty-covered ass as she bent over.

She does have a nice ass, Jen thought.

Where did that come from? I don't like women that way. Jen shook her head, trying to get the images out of it, and cleaned the living room.

She had just finished picking up when she heard a door squeak open.

Fuck, she thought as Donald came into view.

He was fully dressed, at least, Jen thought.

"Hi, Pretty Lady," Donald said as he stepped before her.

Jen took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Hi, Donald. How are you today?" she asked.

Her breath quickened, and she felt her adrenaline kicking in. She wanted to run away, and at the same time, she was incredibly excited. Her body didn't know what to do, so she stood there as Donald again stepped up.

Jen felt his stomach pressed into her breasts.

The touch caused her to suck in a quick breath, pushing her breasts out even more. She took another step back, trying to create some space between them.

Donald didn't move forward again. He just looked her in the eye before glancing at her panting breasts.

Jen couldn't look him in the eye any longer and looked at the floor instead. That was when she noticed that Donald's cock had expanded and was starting to tent the shorts he was wearing.

Of fuck, I can't do this again, she thought, even as she felt her pussy start leaking again.

Jen stumbled backward before turning and walking quickly towards the door. I have to get away from him. She made it about halfway to the door before he spoke again.

"Stop," that was all he said, but Jen found it was like he had jerked her leach back as her body refused to go further.

She stood trembling with her back to him as she heard him walk up behind her. She sobbed when he reached around her and grabbed her breasts, pulling her body tight into his. He started squeezing and kneading her breasts through her shirt. She could feel his massive cock press into the small of her back.

No! No! No! You're not going to rape me again, asshole. Jen thought, but even she knew the denial was weak.

Jen imagined him forcing his massive cock into her tight pussy and felt juices running down her leg. She started sobbing, but at the same time, she pushed back into him, rubbing her body against his.

He released her sore breasts and turned her around to face him. He cupped her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes.

"Pretty lady. Make me feel good," he said, letting her face go.

Jen's mouth was dry, and she tried to answer but could make the words come out. She wanted to tell him no that she was leaving, but all that happened was she nodded her head and licked her lips.

Donald smiled as he stepped away from her, his hands to his sides.

Jen hesitantly reached out and grasped the tent in his shorts, gently stroking his cock through the material. Jen grabbed his waistband, and before she could change her mind and flee, she bent forward and pulled his shorts down.

As his cock was freed from the shorts, it bounced forward and hit her in the face leaving a trail of precum. She hungerly started licking the head, and as she put it into her mouth. she dropped to her knees.

"Not like that," Donald told her, pulling her up by her hair.

"Ouch, shit, that hurts Donald," Jen exclaimed as he jerked her entirely up onto her the tip of her toes.

Donald let her hair go and smacked her face.

"Play nice," he warned her.

Jen stood there in shock. No one had ever smacked her face before, and she felt her anger rapidly rising.

"Play nice! What the fuck is your..." that was as far as she got before he smacked her face again harder.

"Play nice."

She held her cheek, unsure what to do. Thoughts warred in her head for a few seconds before she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the floor. He reached for her bra to rip it off, so she stepped back.

"Ok, sorry, Donald, I forgot," she told him, holding up one hand while she unclasped her bra. As she moved it away, her 36D breast came into view. She reached for his cock and went to drop back to her knees when he grabbed her face again.

"You're not done," he told her, looking into her eyes.

His statement initially confused Jen, and she felt her eyes get big.

"No way, Donald. I don't know why I let you do this much, but my pants stay on."

"Play nice," he told her, raising his hand to strike her again.

Jen stepped back and raised her hands in front of her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean anything. I will fix it!" Jen sobbed.

When she realized he wouldn't hit her again, she pulled down her sweatpants and stepped out of them. She tossed them on her other clothes and stood before him in panties and socks.

Donald dropped his hand and stood there admiring her legs and breasts.

Maybe he will be happy with this, Jen thought as she stepped toward him and reached out to touch his twitching cock.

"All of it, pretty lady," he told her, putting a massive hand between her breasts to keep her away.

Trembling from fear and excitement, she slowly pulled down her panties, exposing her trimmed pussy to him. Her panties were soaked as she laid them next to her other clothes. A few seconds later, she had her socks off and stood in front of Donald, fully nude. She reached out and took his cock in her hands and, dropping to her knees, buried it to the hilt in her throat in one shot.

She grabbed his ass and started moving rapidly back and forth, pulling backward until just the head was in her mouth before forcing herself forward until her nose touched his pelvis.

The only sounds in the room were the slurping she made as she faced fucked herself and the moans both she and Donald were making. She could feel his cock swell and knew he wouldn't last much longer.

As he started grunting, she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth and licked it until he exploded, flooding her mouth. She tried to swallow all of it, but some escaped, joining the saliva covering her breasts.

When Donald finished cumming, he backed away from Jen and sat on the couch, leaving Jen in the middle of the room on her knees, catching her breath. Jen noticed that his cock had not gotten soft and was sticking up in the air.

"Come here, pretty lady," Donald told her, patting his thighs.

Jen stood and walked around the coffee table and stood in front of him. She started to drop back to her knees when Donald stopped her.

"No, sit," he told her again, patting his leg.

Jen was horrified.

She knew she had fallen pretty far from the faithful wife she had been, but this was going too far.

She looked at Donald and started shaking her head.

"No, Donald. I am not doing that."

Donald frowned at her, then grabbed her right arm and threw her across his lap.

"Pretty lady not being nice," he told her as he started swatting her bare ass with his big hand.

Jennifer was in shock.

No one had ever spanked her before, and it took several hard hits before she started crying and trying to get up. Donald didn't notice her tears or struggles as he held her down and rained blows on her ass. He alternated between both cheeks turning until her ass was a dark red.

Somewhere in there, Jen stopped struggling and just let him finish.

She noticed that the pain stopped hurting and was starting to excite her. She spread her legs a little more and was rewarded when the next blow hit her pussy instead of her ass.

The shock caused her to open her mouth wide and stop breathing. Her mind was overloaded, and she exploded in a massive orgasm when the next blow fell.

Donald held her down, creasing her sore ass until she stopped shaking. He pushed her up and helped her stand before he patted his lap again.

"Sit," he told her, his expression letting her know if she said no again, he would start beating her ass again.

Shaking badly, she sat down, facing away from him, holding his massive cock, guiding it into her tight pussy. She rubbed the head against herself to get him wet and put the head inside. She pushed down, forcing about an inch of his cock into her tight channel.

"Oh fuck" she heard herself chant as she tried to force more of the massive invader into her body. Up and down she went for several minutes, only getting about half the cock into herself.

Getting impatient, Donald grabbed her waist and forced her down hard.

Jen's mouth dropped open, and her breathing got shallow as Donald forced his cock deeper into her than anyone else. He began lifting her up and then slamming her down until she felt the head of his cock hit her cervix.

Each time he forced her down, it felt like he was punching her cervix with his cock. The pain of his cock hitting her cervix caused Jen to have another massive orgasm.

For the next ten minutes, Donald fucked her hard, driving his cock deep into her sore pussy.

Jen had multiple orgasms.

She barely knew what was going on when he pulled her down tight, and she felt him expand and explode into her, flooding her cervix and pussy with his sperm. The pain/pleasure was too much, and she passed out.

She didn't know how long she was out, but when Jen came back to herself, she was lying on the couch with her head in Donald's lap. He was creasing her face, looking worried, but broke into a smile as she opened her eyes.

"Pretty lady, ok?"

Jen thought about what she should say.

On one hand, he had raped her again. This time, David had taken full ownership of her body. He was using it until he was satisfied.

On the other hand, she had experienced the strongest orgasm of her life being used by this man.

She felt various aches and pains, most centering around her crotch and ass, but she didn't think anything was severely damaged.

"I'm okay, Donald," Jen said, sitting up.

She stood up on wobbly legs and picked up her clothes. With them in hand, she went into the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, Donald went into his room to play games.

She cleaned up the mess on the couch and fixed them lunch. Donald smiled at her while he ate, and when he finished eating, he returned to his room.

He played games the rest of the night while Jen watched TV.

About 9 p.m., Jen's cell phone rang. It was Camila.

"Hello."

"Hi, Jen. Sorry, but my boss wants me to cover another shift so I won't be home until late."

"Could you put Donald to bed for me?"

Jen didn't want to stay any longer than she had to, but Camila needed her help.

"Sure, Camila, I will put him to bed."

"Thank you, Jen.

"You're a lifesaver.

"You don't have to sleep on the couch either. If you get tired, crash in my bed. It's a lot more comfortable than the couch anyway."

"I think the couch will be just fine," Jen assured Camila.

"Jen, I know that couch is hard as a rock. You won't hurt anything sleeping in my bed."

Jen didn't want to argue with her, so she gave in.

"Ok, if I get tired before you get home, I will get into bed."

"That's my girl. Sorry, the boss is coming. I have to run. Bye."

"Bye," she said as Camila hung up the phone.

Jen checked on Donald and found him asleep in his bed. She returned to the living room and watched several shows before her eyes got heavy.

She glanced at her watch: 11:30 p.m.

I guess I can lay on the bed, she thought.

Jen turned off the TV and went to Camila's bedroom.

Camila's bedroom was messy, with clothes on the floor, but the bed was made and looked clean. Jen used the attached bath and pulled back the covers. Checking the sheets, she didn't see anything, so she moved the pillows around and was surprised to find a large dildo under the pillow.

Holy shit, Jen thought as she stared down at the toy.

It had to be 10 inches long and a couple of inches around. Jen picked it up by the bottom, turning it around for a better look.

Not as big as Donald, she thought, but bigger than Stan.

For some reason, comparing cock sizes caused her to giggle.

I wonder if this is how Camila deals with not having a man in her life, Jen wondered, bringing the fake cock towards her face.

As it approached her face, she noticed it smelled like it had yet to be cleaned since it was last used.

Gross, she thought, almost dropping the dildo back on the bed before something stopped her.

Maybe it was thought of how wrong it was, or perhaps it was because she was still horny from the fucking Donald had given her. Either way, she wanted to taste it at some level, just to see what it tasted like.

She had never thought about another woman sexually, but the desire of putting the dirty cock in her mouth was powerful. Before she could change her mind, she put the head into her mouth and started sucking.

The taste was a little strong, but Jen liked it as she pushed the fake cock into her mouth, getting more and more in until she felt it enter her throat. She fucked her face for several minutes using one hand while the other hand fingered her wet pussy inside her shorts.

Fuck it, she thought as she ripped off her shorts and panties.

She pulled the dildo out of her mouth and ran the head over her clit several times. She needed more, and after rubbing the head over her pussy she pushed the fake cock inside.

"Oh fuck," Jen started chanting as she forced more fake cock into her sore pussy.

With the fucking Donald had given her, the fake cock quickly slipped in until it hit her cervix. She fucked herself for several minutes before pulling the cum covered cock out.

Fuck this is nasty, she thought as she brought the cock covered in Donald's cum to her lips and pushed it in.

She started alternating between shoving the dildo down her throat and slamming it into her pussy, hitting her cervix as a massive orgasm started building in her body.

Almost there, Jen thought as she slammed the dildo as hard as she could into her pussy.

It pushed her over the edge, and she passed out.

Sometime later, she jolted awake. It took a few minutes to realize where she was. Glancing around the room, she realized that she was still alone.

Thank god no one found me while I was out; that could have been hard to explain, Jen thought.

As she exited the bed, she noticed a couple of things.