Forcing Angela

Angela remained out of sight before the sound of the shower running came from the adjacent bathroom. I took the time to prepare the equipment I'd scrounged, mostly from Angela's own drawers. Firstly, I pulled one of her stockings down to cover my face, a temporary measure until I could get the blindfold on her, taken from her bedside table. The gag was a pair of silk undies, and a couple of her husband's ties would do the rest. I waited silently.

It seemed as if an eternity passed before the noise of the shower stopped. In my mind, I pictured her as she moved through the ritual: the metallic click as the door opened and closed, and the rumble of a towel being pulled from the rail. The silence that accompanied the time she spent rubbing down her wet, naked body with the thick cotton bath towel. A few more minutes passed as I heard the bathroom cupboards open and close, the almost inaudiblesnickof lipstick being slid back into its cover, and a vague plastic sound that I assumed to be roll on deodorant being applied. Angela emerged, wrapped in a towel, seconds later.

I forced myself to relax as the wardrobe light flicked on and Angela entered. I held my breath – the woman was less than half a metre away, her back to me as she flicked through a selection of skirts and shirts. She had left her hair loose, the thick, wet strands clinging together and sticking to her shoulders and back. I noticed immediately the aroma of her perfume as it filled the wardrobe. I let out my breath as the light flicked off and she left. I closed my eyes. It was time.

I waited a few seconds more, before peeking through the crack into the room. She had her back to me, laying her clothes out on the foot of the bed, examining her choice for the evening. I silently let the door swing closed and I stepped out from behind it, soundlessly opening it again. I was now exposed; I had to move quickly. If she turned now, she would see me, undoubtedly scream and everything would be a disaster.

She heard something at the last minute, and began to turn as I crashed into her from behind. She gave a small cry of surprise as we crashed onto the bed. I heard the sharp intake of breath as she got ready to scream, but I already had the gag to her face, and stuffed it in her mouth as she opened it. Her wide green eyes open wider in surprise, turning quickly to fear as she realised what was happening.

She started fighting, thrashing around the bed, but she was face down and my weight was on top of her. I gradually managed to get both her hands above her head, pinned to the sheets. I bound them together with one of the ties, using the second to tether them to the bed head. The thrashing began to settle down as she realised she was trapped, and then I added the finishing touch – the satin eye mask I had taken from her bedside table. Blinded and bound, Angela lay there, breathing heavily and managing the occasional, muffled sob.

I collapsed next to her, pulling the stocking off my face. looking over the captive woman, lying still on the bed, I couldn't help but to admire my prize. Miraculously, the bath towel had remained tightly fastened throughout the struggle, although it had ridden up somewhat, allowing an exceptional view of her milky smooth thighs. I run my finger along the skin. At the touch, Angela began bucking and thrashing with renewed enthusiasm. Waiting impatiently for her to tire, I resisted the urge to speak, knowing full well that she would recognise my voice in an instant. Nor did I want to have to hit her.

Angela began to tire. I could hear her deep, long breaths as she breathed through her nose, occasionally mumbling tirades or sobs through the gag. When she was still I kissed the milky skin on the back of her thigh. The skin was fragrant and damp, the delicate perfume of the shower wash still evident as I kissed her again and again, from the back of knee up as high as was uncovered. Angela muttered something.

"Shhhh..." was all I dared reply. She was silent again.

Carefully, I rolled her onto her back. She lay rigid, her legs hard together, hands still stretched and tied high above her head. Softly, I untucked the free end of the towel, and the end came loose. I held my breath, savouring the moment before I exposed her. I opened the towel, slowly, from the top.

Her breasts were the first things that struck me; again I was taken with their perfect form and the beautiful soft nipples. They were even more impressive up close, sagging slightly to the sides as gravity had its way. I ran my finger from the nape of her neck, gently along the line of her collarbone, over the freckled chest to her right breast, circling the nipple. It quickly became erect with my touch. Leaning forward, I took the delicious nub in my mouth, circling it with my tongue and gently sucking it. I repeated the process with its partner.

A soft noise that may have been a low, suppressed moan escaped through the gag, and Angela's muscles seemed to relax slightly.

Giving each breast a last lingering caress, I began tracing my finger down, separating the towel until I reached her navel and the delicate, sensitive, skin above the pubis. I softly ran the tip of my finger back and forward, delighting in the small involuntary squeak Angela let slip as the caress tickled the delicate skin inside her hips. I breathed deeply and opened the rest of the towel.

Surprise ran over me like a freight train. Where I had expected to be met with a tangle of fiery pubes, (to match the curtains, so to speak) I was faced with the clean, immaculate lines of a freshly shaved pussy. The perfectly smooth surfaces of her womanhood were a prize I had been wanting for years and I resisted the powerful urge to force her legs apart and plunge in like an animal.

The labia formed two perfectly smooth, round mounds, with just the faintest hint of the moist, pink treasures concealed between. It was along the soft mounds that I continued tracing, gently, along the round ridges of the outside, skipping the slit between them with just the barest of touches, and back up the other side. I continued tracing in silence down her leg to the toes.

Angela, long silent, had begun to relax. Her legs, that had first been so tightly clenched they might have been one, now rested, slightly apart, still afraid to submit. I noticed, however, the unmistakable sheen and thin line of moisture appearing on her lips. I smiled, and slipped off my shirt.

I kissed her neck, starting along the jaw line and working my way down. She tilted her head slightly away, allowing me to better taste her supple skin. Again my tongue found her nipple and I gave it a pinch – pinning the swelling nub between my tongue and teeth. Her head tilted back and the sound that escaped the gag was unmistakably one of pleasure. I rubbed the orbs of her breasts, the heavy, soft weight rolling in my hands. Again I pinched the nipple. A spasm ran through her body as her head rolled backward. I rubbed her delicate skin, all the way down her leg – also freshly shaved – and, lifting the limb, separated it from its partner.

Angela offered no resistance as I planted the first kiss on the labia of her pussy. The dusky skin contrasted strongly with the milky white of the rest of her body, and it was already slick with moisture. My tongue ran the length of her slit, my eyes never leaving her covered face, watching her expression.

I pushed past the outer flaps, and the deep, wet warmth washed over my face. The feeling was electric. Angela, her legs now wide apart, let out a deep, ecstatic moan, arching her back and driving her hot, wet pussy into my face. Spreading the flaps wide with my thumbs, I exposed the pristine pinkness of her vulva, and found the soft wet fold of the clitoris with my tongue. Massaging it hard, I pressed my mouth into it, devouring the sweetness of the act. Angela's moans became louder and more regular, the thrusting of her hips rhythmic and deliberate. Finally, her whole body became tense, a soft, muffled squeak escaped through the gag, before she sagged back onto the bed. I planted a parting kiss on her lips before appraising my work.

She lay, breathing heavily through her nose, the freckles on her neck and chest mostly covered by a deep cherry flush. Her muscles, just seconds ago tensed like steel, were now relaxed and supple. There was a sheen of perspiration covering her skin, and a widening wet patch between her legs.

I sat up, leaning over her and quietly and sliding open the bedside drawer. I pulled the dildo from Its satin cover and examined the green glass phallus closely, the wide ribs running down its length, the thickness of its girth, the symmetry of its length. In the back of my mind, the significance of the symmetry drifted, and I vaguely wondered why Angela owned a double-ended sex toy.

I let the tip of the glass touch her cheek. The coolness of the glass obviously surprised her, as she gave a slight start with the contact. I again let the touch linger, running the toy down along her body, over her hip and down to her inner thigh. Angela obviously recognised the object; her legs immediately opened wide, hungrily demanding the penetration. I let the tip rest lightly against her, twisting it slightly to part the lips, letting her moisture cover the glass. Angela groaned with disappointment as I pulled it away.

Instead, I grabbed her hips and rolled her over, momentarily lamenting the loss of the view of her breasts. Now face down, I raised her hips into the air and pushed her legs forward, so that her pale arse was pointed skywards. Needing no further encouragement, Angela spread her knees wide. I reached around her and cupped her dangling breasts, savouring the bulk.

I again let the tip at the opening, the soaking cavity now spread wide, and gently pressed it forward, letting the tip stretch her vagina. A clear moan escaped her lips. I pushed it again, letting the full tip penetrate before withdrawing. The woman let out a frustrated cry. Thrusting again, the toy slid in two ribs deep: I let it sit for a second before I began to pull it out.

"Oh God!" Angela whispered. "Just fucking put it in already!"

I froze. As I had rolled her the gag had fallen out, the black satin panties, I could see, now lay under her chin, covered in saliva. In a panic I moved to replace it, but stopped. She could have already screamed, but she hadn't. I watched her face, her mouth was bent in ecstatic concentration, waiting impatiently for the next intrusion into her body. I twisted the toy, the movement bringing a smile to her lips, and pulled almost all the way out, so that the lips pulled outwards as if loathe to release their grip.

A second passed. Then another. Angela was just about to open her mouth again, when I thrust it in, deeply and hard. Her back arched, her face raised toward the roof, with a breathless smile of satisfaction on her face. I withdrew the toy before slamming it home again. Angela let out a quiet cry – biting her bottom lip as I slammed the dildo home again and again. I reached around and found the clitoris with my free hand, rubbing it manically in time with the thrusting.

Again Angela's breathing became faster, her muscles tensed. The small cries escaping her lips became more rapid as she got closer and closer to climax. There was the brief pause as she missed a few beats, before a long, loud moan of pleasure filled the room.

I had no intention of giving her body the luxury of rest. I pulled glass toy free, throwing it aside. It rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a dull clunk. Grabbing her hips, I lifted her, flipping her body onto her back again. She squeaked in surprise, but offered no inkling of protest as I pushed her legs apart and plunged my tongue in while I furiously yanked at my belt. I pushed my pants away and pulled my aching cock free of my boxers. In one fluid movement, I came up onto my knees lifting her hips as I did so.

I didn't wait. I pushed my cock past her hairless labia, sinking its full length in one stroke. The forcefulness was apparently appreciated.

"Oh fuck yes!" Angela moaned before gritting her teeth and straining against her bonds. "Yes, yes yes, yes, yes!" The cries came in time with my pounding.

I watched my cock slide in and out of her perfectly rounded mound. I watched those immaculate freckled breasts, still covered in a mottled pinkish tinge, bounce wildly with each stroke. I saw her biting her lip, forcing herself not to cry out. The thin sheen of perspiration covering her body. Her damp, fiery red hair clinging crazily to damp skin. The slickness of her juices covering my pounding tool.

The pressure built, a slowly mounting ripple that grew to a tsunami. An incredible crescendo.

I came in her like I had never come before. Gripping her hips so hard I didn't even notice I was holding her well off the bed, I felt stream after stream of semen pushed deep within her. I held her like that for a moment, both panting with exertion, before withdrawing and slumping onto the bed next to her, too spent to care that I wasn't meant to be there. I could hear Angela's breathing coming in short, ragged breaths next to me.

I was just at the point of deciding what the fuck I was going to do now, when Angela spoke:

"You know, Mitch, it's traditional to buy a girl a drink first." Her tone was almost conversational. My breathing stopped. My heart pounded in my chest, and suddenly the room seemed to close in on me.Oh, Christ.I thought.She knows.

Angela continued, answering my desperate, unspoken question: "Your car, Mitch. I saw your car parked up the street. And I could smell you, downstairs." I lay there, speechless, staring panic stricken at the wall. The patter of the rain at the window, and the faint rumble of retreating thunder the only sound, aside from the thudding of my own heartbeat in my ears.

I did the only thing I could think of, reaching over and tugging off the blindfold. Her wide eyes blinked in the light, before focussing an accusing, venomous stare on me. Her bare breasts rose and fell with her still rapid breathing. I numbly untied her hands.

Angela sat up slowly, rubbing her red wrists where the skin had been chaffed by the ties.

"So," I began slowly. Leading with an apology seemed so hollow and meaningless as to be absurd. "Now wha-" I was cut off by the stinging slap that crashed across my face with force of a truck. Off balance, I tumbled off the bed, landing on all fours. I looked up, and my effort was rewarded with another, stinging blast. I waited, but no other assault came, so I gingerly climbed to my feet, standing with my bare arse leaning against the dresser.

Angela sidled off the bed, naked, bare breasts jiggling as she moved, semen seeping from her abused pussy. There was a fire in her eyes as she stood in front of me.

"You raped me."

I swallowed. "Yes," was all I could manage.

"Like an animal, you tied me and fucked me."

"I did."

Angela was close now, so close I could feel the barest rub of her nipples on my chest. My cheek stung with a white-hot burn, so that when her hand darted forward I cringed slightly. Instead of landing the anticipated blow, she grabbed the hair on the back of my head, yanking my face down to hers. The pain was as intense and the deep passionate kiss, the heat of which made me forget the pain in my cheek. Angela kissed long and hard, her tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.

After an eternity, she broke off, none of the fire having faded from her eyes.

"Rapists will be punished, Mitch," she stated, matter-of-factly, as she picked up the skirt she'd selected earlier. "And your dues will be paid." Angela took a bra from her drawer, tightening the hot red lace around her swollen tits. She dropped a low cut blouse over the top and fastened the black, knee length denim skirt around her waist. I stood there, naked, as she disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged a moment later, her hair neat and brushed, tied away in a fiery ponytail.

I couldn't help but notice she hadn't put on any underwear.

Wordlessly, Angela stepped toward the door. Without turning she said:

"Clean up." She opened the door, the sound of music and women's laughter drifted up the stairs. "I'd better not see you when we come back." And with that, she flicked off the light, closed the door, and I was left standing, naked and alone in the darkness.