Lori's Note

With her kids upstate at her ex's place for the weekend, Lori decided she wanted to be a little daring. She peered out of her front window to the house across from her. The garage was open, which told Lori that her neighbor Dom was working on his hotrod, a 69'Dino, or something.

She drew from an old fantasy and formed a plan. Lori tore a piece of paper from one of her kid's notebooks, found a pen, and in her best cursive writing carefully wrote two sentences. When she was finished, Lori folded the paper and went outside.

She'd heard the hog call of its engine earlier, and In a cul-de-sac with only five houses, mostly everyone tolerated it. They were go-along to-get-along sort of people, but Lori had a strong suspicion that the other neighbors were too intimidated by Dom's burly junkyard-dog physique and sprawling tattoos to say anything. Too bad they didn't know him like she did.

Lori popped the note in his mailbox, then walked up his driveway. She found Dom working beneath the car's body and humming along to Hotrod's radio. She cleared her throat He slid from under the old crimson Dino on one of those mechanic's boards. He shielded his eyes from the sun, then realized who it was and smiled.

"Hey, good morning, Ms Lori. How are you?"

"Not bad," she answered before gesturing to his car. "Bit early to be clanking away, isn't it?"

Dom shot her a greasy smile. "What? Using my hand on somethin' beautiful? It's never too early for that."

Lori crossed her arms and fixed him with a knowing smile before easing into her lie. "I uh - I think the mailman got our addresses mixed up. I had something that belonged to you. I just popped it into your mailbox."

"Well," He started, standing up and giving a big bear stretch. "I appreciate that. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Lori answered. She turned to walk back to her place before calling over her shoulder. "The letter looked important."

She made it back to her house and stood poised next to her living room window. It took her a moment to muster the courage before Lori leaned over and furtively peered out. Dom was at his mailbox with her note open and reading it. A curious look crossed his face, and she didn't know what to make of it. Was he confused? Was he offended?

She watched him turn it over in his hand, then, as if sensing her eyes on him, Dom looked over to her house. Lori stepped back from the window with a jolt, then laughed. Excitement bubbled up inside of her, and she began pacing the hall between her foyer and her kitchen. What was he going to do? How would he respond?

She managed to put it out of her mind until after supper. At Eight o'clock Lori watched the sunset through her kitchen window, hoping for a night of passion and excitement. She poured a generous glass of wine and wondered how her evening would play out. Would he come in all suave like a romance novel, or quiet and forceful like some snuff film? Both possibilities put a smile on her face.

By Nine o'clock, the sun had dipped down giving way to a clear starry night and a full pewter moon. Lori walked to her back door and flicked the lock open. Then she made her way upstairs to her bed where she drowsed after a second glass of wine. She'd waited until Ten o'clock to see if Dom would show. She listened for the creek of the back door, or the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs, but there was nothing.

It came to her then, the idea that maybe she'd been too risqué; too forward. They'd tussled before, back when Lori first separated from her husband, but that had been a gritty heat-of-the-moment fling. Had her letter scared him off?

By Eleven o'clock, Lori had slipped into an alcohol-fueled slumber. She was lying on her side, curled up around a pillow, unaware of the creaking from her back door. She snored lightly, while the faint sound of footsteps climbed her stairs, and she was blissfully ignorant of the man that stood in her bedroom doorway.

He reached out and traced a gloved hand down the curve of her ass and Lori stirred at his touch. Still half asleep, she tried to roll over, but he grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her back down into the mattress. She sucked in a sharp inhale and In an instant, Lori was wide awake and sober.

Her intruder held out a folded piece of paper. "Did you write this?" The dim light from the moon was enough to illuminate the two sentences she penned in her best cursive:

"I'm all alone tonight, and I left my back door unlocked. I sure hope no one sneaks in and uses me all night."

It came back to her then what was going on, and Lori calmed. She nodded and peered back over her shoulder, catching sight of a tall imposing figure, fitted in all black and a tattered ski mask.

"Alright," she thought to herself, "snuff film it is."

Dom didn't waste any time. He pulled Lori off the bed and made her kneel. "Open for me." It wasn't until Dom started undoing his belt that the charade slipped, and a smidge of her lust showed.

Dom pulled his cock free of his jeans. He stroked it once, then gave a mirthless chuckle, clearly impressed with himself. Lori responded by spitting on his cock, then peering up at him with a defiant glee in her eye.

He cradled the back of her head and forced her down onto his cock until her lips parted around his steel. She tasted his saltiness before gagging on Dom's cock and she heard him grunt in approval. After a moment she pulled free, gasping and feeling viscous spit spill from the corners of her mouth. She stroked him, liking the slippery feel of her spit and his precum between her fingers.

He teased Her nipples through her nightgown, then when the fabric proved a nuisance, Dom quickly stripped it off of her, leaving Lori in just her panties. His fingers were cruel and they pulled at her breast heedlessly, causing her to cry out while she stroked him. Every time she made a mulling noise, she felt Dom's cock twitch.

He pulled her head back and spat in her face, eliciting a gasp from Lori. The degradation had been unexpected, and for a moment her face was frozen in surprise. Then her features softened and she peered up at him with half-hooded eyes, as her own excitement throttled.

"Spit in my face again," But Dom shook his head. "Do it! Spit in my face again!"

He did, adding a slap across her face, and a moment later Dom's cock was back down her throat, making friends with her tonsils. She writhed against his grip. When Dom began fucking Lori's mouth, it was with a vigor that made her pussy jealous. He worked his hips in a seamless pistoning motion and Lori gagged on his cock again. It wasn't long before she heard Dom call her name through gritted teeth.

Lori hardly tasted him; there was just a massive warm spurt down her throat. She hadn't expected him to cum so quickly. But something about how his cock stayed hard told her not to worry. When Dom finally expelled the last of his cum, he pulled her off of his cock by her hair, and Lori panted wildly. her chest heaved, and tears pricked her eyes. She felt a climbing mania take her as drool poured from the corners of her mouth down onto her breast. She was a wonderful mess.

Then, without warning, Dom yanked her to her feet. "I bet you thought that was going to be it, didn't you?" He laughed and pulled up his mask, revealing his wicked smile and excited eyes. "You thought your pretty little mouth and soft little hands were gonna' be enough, didn't you? Oh, no. I came to use you like the dirty bitch you are. I came to use you thoroughly!"

He gestured to her note a then repeated the word, "Thoroughly," and Lori heard dark foreboding in his voice. She saw his smile deepen as he crumpled up the note in his hand. "Open for me again." As Lori did, Dom stuffed the note in her mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled protest around the paper.

He gave her face a rough pat as if she were a pet that pleased him. Then he spun Lori around and forced her face down onto the mattress. He slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties, and with one fell yank, ripped them off. There was a little pressure around her hips, followed by the sharp sound of tearing fabric, and then they were gone.

When Lori realized what he'd done, she looked wide-eyed back over her shoulder at Dom. She couldn't believe it, and shock robbed her of words, not that she could speak. No one had ever treated her this roughly before. On the other hand, no one had ever desired her so wholly and desperately either.

Dom leaned over her and gripped her hips possessively. Lori felt the head of his cock part her open and drive deep, feeling it fill her from wall to wall. There was no grace period, no build-up, or slow flowery sex. Dom simply began fucking her hard, the way she imagine a junkyard dog fucked.

Lori had been wet since he'd woken her up. Now she was soaking! She'd drawn out the brute in Dom, and their congress was good in that way only mindless sex could be: two bodies crashing into each other.

He began slapping her ass, over and over, a barrage of flat palm strikes that made her cry out and clench hard around him. Fire spread out across her cheeks, but that was only a slight detour away from his relentless cock. She knew that Dom wasn't just firing on all cylinders now, no, frenzy was behind the wheel, driving recklessly and steering him deep into her over and over again.

Lori came then, crying out around the crumpled note in a wild banshee call. Her body trembled as her libido finally vented, and the sensation rode up her body to her mind where it smeared her thoughts in dull apathetic colors.

It wasn't long before Dom let out a choked call before burying his cock deep into her. She felt his second orgasm burst deep in her pussy, a warm pool of alabaster filling her as his cock pulsed. To her surprise, he pulled out of her, and Lori felt a warm jet of his cum spurt onto her ass. What an amount!

She spat out the note before collapsing onto her bed. Dom pulled the ski mask off and flung it across the room. He sat down hard, as if someone had zapped the strength from his legs, then collapsed next to her.

"Goddamn Dom," Lori said between shallow breaths. "That was -" She paused looking for a word that would capture both how amazing it was, and the anonymity of their fun. When no such word came to mind, Lori finished with, "I almost thought you weren't going to show."

Dom reached for the damp spit-covered note. "Are you kidding me? After this?"

He uncrumpled the paper and smoothed it out. "Do you know how fucking turned on this got me?" He rolled towards her and kissed a trail from her shoulder, up her neck, across her cheek. Then Dom fell back onto the bed, pressing the note to his chest as if it were his prized possession.

"I'm keeping this forever!"