She sat on her bed and sipped at a drink she had made for herself. She liked the warmth of the alcohol. She wondered what she was going to do with herself. She couldn't say no. She knew she couldn't stay in this neighborhood any longer. Not after what had happened. She would have to sell her house and move away. She would have to try and find a new life for herself. If she could find a good job, and maybe an attractive man to keep her satisfied? Then maybe her life would be good again.
She heard a sound. She listened. Footsteps in her living room? She shivered as she heard a man's rough voice calling her name. She wondered what he was doing in her house. Maybe he was a burglar or a rapist or someone like that? She reached frantically for the phone, but she was too late. A tall, red-headed man pushed open her bedroom door and came in.
"What do you want?"
"Don't you recognize me, honey?" he asked. "I'm Pete Daniels. I live down the street."
She recognized him then. He was an accountant who lived a few houses down. He had been at the party with his wife, a mousy looking woman. She wondered what he was doing here. She didn't like the answer that came to her mind.
"What do you want?" she asked again.
"Well," Pete said. "I saw you leave the party. I thought you might be a little lonely."
"I'm not," she said.
"Now that's not very nice," Pete Daniels said. He was looking her over carefully. He had always thought she was a good looking woman, but she'd never given any man in the neighborhood a tumble. Now John had started spreading the word that she'd put out. Pete was determined to find out for himself.
Pete liked the way her, blue robe hugged her sweet looking body. She looked like she'd just stepped out of the shower. He would bet that she had nothing on under that robe. The thought of her naked body made him tremble with lust. He wanted some of that fine looking stuff. It didn't matter if she didn't want it. She had nobody around who was going to protect her.
"Why don't you relax, sugar," Pete suggested. "I thought the two of us might have a party."
"Are you crazy?" she asked.
He watched her backing up on the bed until she could back up no farther. The front of her blue robe came open. He caught a glimpse of her firm, creamy thighs before she jerked it frantically back together. He imagined that he could see a couple of her curly black pussy hairs.
She was breathing fast and he realized that she was scared of him. That excited him. He had never had a woman scared of him before. He felt strong, like a Goddamn caveman. Pete could make this woman do anything he wanted. He could make her go through the paces like a trained dog. Like a bitch in heat. It was a feeling he'd always wanted to have.
"Why don't you take the robe off?" he asked.
"You are crazy," she said.
"No," Pete said. There was a hard glint in his eyes. "I'm not crazy. I just want to have a little bit of what you have. You won't miss it, sugar."
"I'm going to scream," she said.
Her threat did no good. Pete came toward the bed. The lustful look on his face frightened her even more. He was determined. Nothing was going to stop him from taking exactly what he wanted. Lynn searched his face for any sign of mercy, but there was none. He wanted her pussy and he was going to get it.
"Please," she begged him. "Don't do anything to me. Please don't hurt me."
"Maybe I won't hurt you," Pete said, "but you have to promise to be real nice!"
Pete grabbed her. His hand was as quick as a striking snake. He got a handful of her dark hair and he jerked her toward him. He put the palm of his other hand against the front of her robe. She felt his fingers brushing one of her tits. Pete grinned.
"You've got a whopper there, baby," he said. "You shouldn't be scared of showing it off."
He took a strong hold on the front of her robe and he ripped it downward. The buttons popped off one by one. He pulled the robe off her shoulders. He gasped as he looked down at her sweet, luscious nakedness. He put his hand back on her bare tit. His fingers cupped her mound roughly. She hated the tinge that went down her spine.
"I don't want to hurt you," Pete said. "Not really. But I might if you're not nice to me. I might get mad and hurt you a lot worse than I meant too!"
"No, please," she said.
"Then you're going to have to be very nice to me," Pete said. "Very nice. You're going to have to try real hard to please me. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she answered.
It was happening to her all over again. It was the same situation that she'd been in with Brad. There was nobody around that she could call for help. Nobody cared. She was a woman alone and she had to do exactly as he wanted or he would hurt her.
She didn't want the pain he could give her. She shrugged her shoulders. There was no use fighting something that was going to happen anyway, no matter what she did.
"I'll be nice to you," she promised.
She had made up her mind and now she tried to prove it. Immediately she raised up and put her lips against his. She stabbed her fiery little tongue between his lips. She started unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as her nimble fingers could move. She peeled it back off his shoulders and started running her fingertips through the hair on his chest. He pushed her back and he was panting.
"Baby," Pete said. "You get going good once you decide to get going!"
He pushed her back on the bed. He unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down. Then his shorts. His cock was only half hard, but already it was huge. She felt her eyes drawn to the magnificent piece of male flesh. The bloated tip grew swollen under the touch of her hot eyes. She could see it pulsating.
"You like this, baby?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered honestly.
She knew there was something wrong with her for already she could feel the burning heat between her thighs. Just looking at a man's cock did that to her. He started kicking off his shoes and trousers and he climbed into the bed beside her. He stretched out on his back with his hands behind his head.
"Why don't you show me how much you like it?" he suggested.
She kissed his mouth and then let her wet lips trail down his chest to his flat, quivering belly. Now his cock was completely hard and laying flat against his belly. She touched her wet tongue to the end of the purplish prick.
"Yeahhh," he groaned softly. "That's the way to show me you like it. God, you've got sweet lips! You know how to kiss a man's cock! My wife doesn't like this, but I can tell that you sure fucking do!"
He put his rough hand on the back of her head and he slowly pushed her face farther down until her lips touched his blood-bloated crown. It was easy. His throbbing, spermy cock slid gently between her sweet, wet lips. He gasped when he felt the touch of her tongue. Her tongue played around the bloated crown. He felt like he was pushing his cock into a velvet wetness, his balls immediately growing heavier with cum. He pushed with his hips and drove his swollen prick deeper into her hungry feeling mouth.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned softly. "You are something else! You sweet sucking cunt!"
He had never felt this good before. Her sweet, hot mouth was doing strange things to his aroused flesh. He felt his knob pushing against the deepest part of her mouth with each bobbing movement of her head. He wanted to cram his meat in deeper but he knew he'd never control himself after that.
"That's fucking nice," he whispered. "Baby, you know how to make a man feel good!"
Her head bobbed faster. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back. He tangled his fingers in her dark hair and he began thrustin up. She choked and spit out some of his leaking juice. He held her tighter. He crammed his meat in farther.
"Shit, I like that," he groaned.
She forced her head up. "Aren't you going to fuck me?"