So You Want To Share Me... Ch. 02

"Please spin 'round for me...slowly."

Kim was keenly aware of her nudity and blushed fiercely. But she spun around as requested and to his delight.

"Unfasten your bra."

She reached around, unclasped the double hooks, shimmied it forward and tossed in at James where it landed on his head and face. He left it there while they both laughed. He pushed is aside and reached for both nipples. These he gave a definitive pinch enough to cause a slice of pain. She bore it however knowing her body was heating. Her nipples came fully erect as his hands retreated. His eyes surveyed his prize. He decided the garter belt, stockings, and heels should stay. The glasses were a very nice touch.

"Have you any special request for this evening," he casually asked.

She thought for a moment as she stood in front of him. She placed her hands to her hips with one finally moving up to her mouth. A finger tapped on her lip.

She bent over, placed her hands on the arms of the chair and leaned over. Her breasts swayed seductively towards his line of sight. She moved still closer until her lips were next to his ear. She said something not quite audibly. She pulled away to look into his eyes staying bent at the waist. Breasts jostling.

"Please say that again," he asked.

She leaned back in and repeated, "I want you to rape me." She said it matter-of-factly and waited for his response still bent and leaning on the chair. She looked intently to his eyes.

In this position she was irresistible. She knew it to be a favorite pose for any man with so many women using it to their advantage.

He looked back at her with an equal gaze and simply said, "Plain vanilla." That was all.

She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head in confusion.

"It is your safety phrase."

He then reached out and grabbed her hair from behind. At the same time, he stood and whipped her around solely by the use of her hair. Once spun and with her back now to him, he pulled still more of her hair together and clasped it into one thick pony tail such that he had a majority for the best control. This he used to conduct her movements. And thus he led her to and bent her over a thickly padded arm of the sofa.

His metamorphosis was instantaneous; so much so that Kim was caught off guard. The pain she felt on her scalp was exquisite. She now knew her safe word but she had no intention of using it...at least not now.

As she was being led across the room she knew her ass was plainly in sight and that she was helpless. Her glasses were knocked off and lay somewhere on the floor. Her ever so slight clothing did nothing to hide her anatomy; in fact, it only emphasized her sensuality, making her attributes now more obvious to this man that had seized control.

She was being guided somewhere in the room. She led the way and was responding to signals he passed on to her through her hair much like a bridle on a horse. She came to rest bent over the arm of an overstuffed sofa. James held her head down as she heard a zipper in motion.

Her eyes were wide open as she contemplated what might be next. There was a loud "crack" in the air as her brain registered a sting on her fanny. "Oh it hurt so badly" she winced but still she held on. Over the next few moments she received too many swats on her ass such that her skin was searing. But even in this onslaught, she marveled at the pleasure at being controlled and subjected to such pain.

The slaps stopped. There was no talking. The room was quiet. Her head continued to be held down. She sensed James move squarely between her thighs and with a shoed foot, he kicked her feet further apart. She knew she was completely exposed in this position; both her pussy and her virgin anus. She could feel a presence just outside the lips of her pussy...nothing definitive but it was there. She wondered how and where James would impale her. She knew her pussy would be wet but what if this was not his target? She decided to be compliant and await his next assault. That was when it came.

In one forceful shove, he pushed all of himself completely inside her pussy. The shock of it forced out a deep scream that was a mixture of both pain and pleasure. In her mind, she was dealing with the searing pain of all the skin on her ass, the forced penetration now within her, her inability to move unless so directed by this stranger and wondering now if this might actually be a rape. She had her safe phrase but held onto it.

In her controlled position, he now began an assault of her vagina. His cock was fully fledged and in combination with his hand, he had two unassailable control points upon her body. She could not move yet her insides were being forcibly shoved aside with each extraction and insertion. He persevered giving no sign of emotion but providing a wickedly focused layer of stimulation to which her body responded. While she had little latitude of motion, her clitoris was receiving a pummeling to which she knew would offer just one ultimate response.

Her thighs began to tremble as she felt waves of spasm come forth from her crotch and radiate out to her toes and fingertips. As her shudders increased, her convulsions erupted in tsunamis of energy for which she had no control. In this condition she had failed to notice that her anus had been invaded by both spit and fingers. He had been loosening her for what would be a culmination of his onslaught.

In mid-orgasm, and while her spasms were at their peak, he extracted his tool, positioned on her anal sphincter and in one fell swoop pushed forcibly into her rectum. She was lubed sufficiently such that she could not resist the invasion. And before she could do or say anything, his shaft was fully inserted and with his free hand now over her mouth, she screamed uncontrollably as he unrelentingly forced himself in and out of this once virginal space. Each stab was as a knife cut into her rectum. She could no longer think as the pain was so intense. But as her ass adjusted, the searing pain morphed into something she had not before experienced, she exchanged her cries of pain to mews of desire. She pushed back in a coordinated effort such that her rectum would receive the maximum onslaught. Pleasure replaced pain.

Again she felt her crotch tingling in what she knew was a building orgasm but one induced in a way completely new to her.

He let go of her hair and mouth and with both hands on her hip points, he used these to achieve maximum penetration. There was only a single sound beyond her cries of delight. It was the sound of slapping bodies working together in that dance of dances; a penis and a hole for it. In unison, they slammed in a head on collision as if a single, cruel orgasm took them both. For his contribution, he dumped a sizable load into her awaiting chamber only to have her muscles squeeze him for still more. She refused to let him go clinging to this organ that was spent and seeking a momentary solitude for some form of recovery.

Finally she relaxed and as he withdrew, she mumbled "plain vanilla" delivered in a flat monotone. They both chuckled but in a tone that conveyed weariness. She remained on the arm of the chair in the same position untrusting of her legs to move. He came around and sat next to her head, his penis now drooping but all shiny. With one hand, he rubbed her hair and back.

"Are you okay? he questioned.

"Ummm hmmm. But I can't move." She lay there purring to herself with eyes half closed. "Do you see my glasses anywhere?" She now had her read atop her hands as she began to recover.

He returned a moment later and handed them to her. She stayed bent over but rose up on her elbows and set her glasses on her nose.

Now in place, she could see that James was quite fit. Yes he was over a half century in age but he did not go quietly into the night. No, not at all.

"James, I've never had my bottom done. Ever. And I think that may be as close to a rape as I could imagine."

She was smiling at the situation...a strange man, a strange hotel, anal orgasm and here she was with her bottom still up in the air.

They had been at it for over an hour.

"Kim, let's take a hot bath...sound good?"

"Yup. I'll get the water going."

She rose up onto shaky legs and kicked off her heels. As she walked towards the bathroom, she said, "Oh...I can feel your spunk coming out of me." This caused her to pick up the pace and scurry to the toilet. She sat down and pushed feeling a stream of liquid leave her bottom and splash into the toilet. The sensation seemed so erotic. A bit of air escaped as well.

She stayed in the bathroom but heard James order Champaign from the other room. She still had to remove her lingerie and draw a bath. In a few minutes, James joined her carrying a bottle and two glasses. He dropped his robe, popped the cork and joined her in the water.

The hot water and wine served to reinforce how spent they were. After they soaked, they stepped into the shower, lathered and rinsed. They then pulled back the covers on the bed and laid down. In moments, they were both asleep.

Chapter Ten

James awoke to Kim sucking his dick. "Shhh James. Please don't say anything."

Kim's actions were more of expediency than erotics. She seemed determined to inflate James in a very mechanical fashion. Once he was of sufficient tumescence, she simply mounted him to let her vagina finish the job. In her position of control, she made sure James could see her breasts sway as she rocked not so much up and down but more back and forth. This motion caused his penis to bend as it retook her high ground. It was a far more erotic feeling.

And in this fashion, she reached back to massage his balls, tugging and rolling them in her hand. She would pull them down almost forcefully only to release them so they could fly back into position. She would then bounce them in her palm and say, "Come on James. Cum in me. Let these boys release."

She began to gyrate her hips in an all too familiar fashion for Kim. She had acquired an ability to pole dance around her husband's penis such that she could bring herself and John to climax within a very short spell. At times it seemed a crime how her body could pull his semen from him almost as if he was victim to some high gravity anomaly. Within moments, he would pump his load into her. This always triggered a reciprocal response.

This night was no different. As her pussy danced about this pole, her hips, juices and musculature caused an immediate and compelling swelling that reached deep into John's loins. In moments, he was planting his seed in this extraordinary anatomy. And as he sprayed, Kim convulsed atop him squeezing her knees into his sides and shaking violently. In a final orgasmic expression, she flung her head back and simply cried, "Oh god...". The rest was a violent inhaling and exhaling as she remained stone still on the outside but her internals pulled out everything James had to offer. But now there would be no post orgasmic reverie.

She bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then went still further to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked gently and was rewarded with a stream of semen. She swallowed and rose to her feet.

"Bye John. I have to run. I'll never forget this....oh and you taste divine!"

Completely nude and with her geeky glasses on her face, she was absolutely charming. She reached into her purse, pulled out a conventional bikini panty, stepped both feet inside and pulled. She continued a hurried dressing, stuffing most of her clothes into her purse. All she was wearing now was a panty and the dress. As she moved, her charms giggled and bounced.

At the bedroom door, she held on to the jam and pushed her feet into her shoes. Absent the nylons, it took a bit of effort. She looked at James now sitting against a pillow with fingers locked behind his head.

James simply watched. His head spun. He wondered and even hoped she had left a glass slipper.

She blew him a kiss as he listened to her retreating footsteps on the granite floor. She was moving at a determined pace.

"Kim, grab one of my cards there on the desk just in case."

And she was gone.

Chapter Eleven

She had done it. She didn't want to linger with this man in some sort of pillow talk scenario. While he was charming and an astute lover, she wanted to be with her family, see her kids and snuggle with her husband in the safety of her home. As she thought about her family, she could feel the wetness between her thighs growing. It was not the wetness of being turned on by her man but rather the wetness from a foreign paste of a man she barely knew. He had taken her violently and in ways her husband had not. Her body had responded.

She was having deep regrets as she drove the empty highways towards home. She tried the radio but turned it off, preferring to wallow in thought. She did not understand how she could ask a stranger to rape her yet she had not and probably could not ask the same of her husband. John would do anything she asked. So why could she not say these words to him? She wondered if rape was more about the loss of control and with John, even though she had been involuntarily used as happens in any relationship, she had never been in a scenario until tonight, where she was not in control. Even James' safe phrase placed him in control. She had been at his mercy. She had never been at John's mercy even though the sex was extremely hot. She chided herself for overthinking the event. "Jeez" was how she finally put the issue to rest.

Chapter Twelve

By the time she rolled into her own garage, it was past 1AM. All the way home she could feel strange seed beckoning to escape but her panty was holding the swimmers within.

As she walked in, John was dozing on the sofa.

"I'm back" she called.

"Hi Hon. Kids are in bed."

She stripped off her shoes and dress leaving just a wet panty that was now decidedly see-through at the crotch. She looked down at her crotch and with head still down, raised her eyes to John's, "See what I brought you?" she said playfully. "I think I have a full load baby. I've done as you asked. But I need to know I am your woman. I need to hear you tell me you love me and that I am special to you. I need to hear there is no other but me. I need you inside me John. I need you to put your seed deep inside me to wash away any other. Can you John? Please?"

He smiled and ran his fingers across her sopping crotch. He then slipped his hands down the waistband of her panty. As he nuzzled his fingers around her outer anatomy, he could feel the creamy ooze that was not his. His cock sprung to life.

"Baby, I am so in love with you right now; more than ever. I know I've asked so much and you've given so much." He held her close. His fingers were playing in the goop and moving in a slow rhythm.

"Will you take me John? Right now? I want you inside."

He walked her upstairs holding her hand. She wore just the sopping panty; all else was removed. In her nakedness, the air glided over her skin to cool her. The wetness of her panty acted as a wick to draw off still more heat. She tingled at the sensation.

Once in the bedroom, she peeled off the panty, kicked it to the side and jumped backwards onto the bed taking John with her. She knew he would be hard. Spreading her legs and guiding him, she lined up their anatomies and simply said, "In!"

He lunged and because of the seed already within, he glided fully home. He lay gently astride her and rocked in and out. It was a conversational rhythm and not focused on a climatic ending. It was more about talking and relaxing. In this mode, it was not uncommon for them to talk for hours. She could ask him to dial up the heat as she liked to keep herself on a high plateau and he would manage his own elevations. At times neither would speak as they managed intensities. Sometimes both would stop to allow one to cool off before resuming again. It was an unwritten rule that neither would cum as they spoke in this mode. And so they talked.

As agreed, she walked him through every detail. How she had asked to be raped and how he had assaulted her anally. She walked him through her spanking and how she later milked him.

"But did you like?" he asked.

"I don't know yet Honey. But I need you take us both up an over now. I want your seed deepest in me to wash his out. No more talking for tonight.

He smiled and began to raise the tempo. It was an imperceptible increase as he skillfully raised her sexual metabolism. But they had managed a pre-orgasmic plateau so skillfully that just this slight increase in energy focused squarely on their groins. In just a few minutes he was fully committed such that his legs were no longer on the mattress but rather the weight was now bourn by the penis within her. The intensity was maximal. She climbed quickly and awaited for the shove over the edge she knew was imminent. In one last rational movement, she pulled John deeply into her pussy holding his buns tightly as she felt him jettison his cargo. Pallet after pallet let lose and coated her locker in a final offering. Thus triggered, she too convulsed with a scream into the night. Over and over she cried with a noise part primal and part woman. Any passerby would note the unmistakable sigh of a woman erupting.

John rolled off out of breath. The two of them lay panting like big dogs on a hot afternoon.

The stress of the day had taken its toll. She was exhausted with her mind rapidly clouding. But in one last habitual act, she mounted her legs over John's chest and began to inch forward on her knees. John watched from below as her pussy hove into view just over his mouth. She eased her anatomy down, wiggled a bit to get comfortable and then collapsed forward. They were conjoined tongue to pussy. She worked her muscles and pushed down to expel all she could. As she did so, she felt a rivulet trickle from her back door, across her perineum, to join the confluence. It tickled. The last thing she remembered was John's tongue sweeping deeply within.

To be continued...