You figure you're done, so you grab a quick shower, but when you sit back on the bed to get dressed you feel Mrs. Mendez flow up against you naked from behind and wrap her arms around you.
"My husband is away for days. You can stay the night. I'll make you breakfast."
"I don't think hanging around for breakfast is how this is done."
"But how will I ever see you again? How about tomorrow?"
"You've got to be kidding. Too crazy, too risky."
"I'd like to start a big family. Maybe a year from now?"
"This is only good for your firstborn. You can't have ten kids from ten rapes."
"It's just that, you're such a real man," she pouts, her hands massaging you. "So commanding. So powerful. I wasn't able to stop you. You just took me. Ever since I was a teenage girl I've dreamed that it could be like this." You have to admit, she's stoking your male ego -- and as your body responds, she looks over your shoulder and notices. "Oh my God! You're hard again! And so soon!"
"Yes, and that's your fault."
"It is? Really? Oh, thank you! You know ... I wouldn't be that good a rape victim, if I let my rapist walk away from me with such a great ... big ... hard-on!" She slips around and sits on your lap, facing you. "A real man like you demands satisfaction. Please let me satisfy you? Please? Please?"
"You are a very bad, bad girl," you growl. "I must discipline you."
So before you know it, another two hours have gone by. This time, when you clean up and then come back to get dressed, Mrs. Mendez just lies sprawled out on the bed, bathed in sweat, with spatters of your semen oozing from both her vulva and her mouth. Intent on impregnation, you had planned to allow her to suck you off until you were ready, but she was too damn good and you nearly fucked her throat. Your third ejaculation took over an hour to muster, during which she seemed to keep climaxing even harder and faster than before. Now she's purring and fidgeting slightly, looking intoxicated.
"I'm going to give such a nice report about you," she sighs. "I will always remember tonight."
"Because it was so horrible and traumatic for you, right?"
"Oh, yeah." She giggles wickedly. "It was a total nightmare."
"Good night, Mrs. Mendez."
When you get home, evertyhing feels so real. Surrounded by your boring ordinary life, you can't help but wonder: Did all that actually happen? |