The Pussy Whispers
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Nina laid there in a fetal position listening to him use the bathroom as if he was a guest in her home and not a rapist. Between all the sweating and the lotion on her body, her skin was slippery and she managed to slip out of the handcuffs. But before she could escape, he flushed the toilet and came back into the bedroom. She was lying down on her back. She tried to remain calm because if she panicked now and tried to escape she wouldn’t have any leverage. He would surely overpower her. She needed the element of surprise on her side. The room was completely dark now and she heard him shuffling towards her. Removing the blindfold would have indicated to him that something was amiss if he touched her face. Her instincts were now so in tuned with her surroundings that she could hear his penis swinging between his legs and slapping his inner thighs as he approached her. He had grown confident and turned off the music. Nina wondered if he had killed Bonkers because she didn’t come running when Nina screamed. She almost wished that she had gotten a dog but she hated dogs and the way they smelled after they got wet.
The weight of his body weighed the bed down as he sat next to her and ran his damp fingers over her pussy. He had washed his hands and smelled of her Dove soap. Casually, as if he was squeezing fruit to test its ripeness, he enclosed her breasts in his hands and squeezed them harder than before. Nina gritted her teeth in defiance of the pleasure she felt shooting through her body. She swallowed hard and killed the moans of pleasure before it escaped her lips. She didn’t want this fucking bastard to know that if he squeezed both her nipples at the same time—she would come again. He seemed to know her pleasure points and squeezed both of her nipples and her body came again, but her mind refused to give in to the pleasure. There was no way that she would have give him that satisfaction
He got off the bed and walked away. Nina could feel him standing at the other end of the bed as if plotting his next move. She sensed a little indecisiveness in his walk, but then he quickly made up his mind. He roughly spread her legs with his hands, and she momentarily resisted, but she relented quickly when the cold steel of the knife touched her inner thighs. The full weight of his body descended upon her, and his erection was beating fervently like a heartbeat against her skin right below her navel.
It was happening.
Nina was about to be raped.
His lips were on her neck. She could feel his hot breath assaulting her under his stocking cap. The material scratched her face as she tried to turn away from his advances. He pried her legs open again with the implicit intention of penetrating her against her will. A rage of defiance boiled over in Nina that this wasn’t going to happen. If he was going to rape her, then she would fight him with every fiber in her being. Summoning strength from places unknown, Nina managed to wriggle her hands free from behind her back. She felt emboldened because she heard the knife drop to the floor. The playing field was more even but still in his favor.
The thick head of his dick was inches away from penetrating her tight pussy. She knew he was large and it would hurt if he was allowed to enter her. She had to act now! With the element of surprise on her side, Nina delivered a kick to his groin that momentarily stunned her assailant, but he didn’t get off of her and regained his balance almost immediately. She tried to bite anywhere that she could; his chest, arms, face—anywhere, but he deftly sidestepped her gnashing teeth. He used his body as a weapon and continued to pin her down against the bed. Her blindfold was still on, but was slowly coming loose as she battled him. She used both her hands to punch him repeatedly on his chest, and then assaulted his face with numerous slaps that were so hard that under normal circumstance would stun any normal person.
They were now both operating under the rush of adrenaline and excitement. He seemed to get stronger with every slap and punch that bounced off his body. He was relentless and smothered her like a blanket. Nina felt her resolve weakening, but the thought of a stranger penetrating her made her fight on. He pinned her arms forcefully behind her head and wrapped his hands around her throat to silence her screams. Her breath was caught in her throat and it felt as if she was going to pass out. The blindfold had come loose over her right eye, but it was so dark that his body looked like a dark shadow gyrating over her. He wasn’t going to let her go. She would have to fight her way out of this or just let him have his way. Nina Rogers wasn’t used to giving in to any man, and she damn sure wasn’t about to let a man rape her in her own bed.
Sweat poured profusely from his face and through the stocking cap he was wearing to hide his face. Drops of it splattered on Nina’s face and lips. She spat it back in his face, and he became so enraged that he let go of her hands for a split second to slap her again. That’s what she wanted. The rest of the blindfold fell off and got lost on the bed. Nina’s fists slammed into his throat and her assailant screamed in pain. He rolled off her clutching his throat as he tried to catch his breath, and Nina bolted for the door. In her haste, she didn’t hear Bonkers purring, and tripped over her and went flying to the floor. She lay on the carpet for a split second as she tried to regain her composure, but that was all the time he needed.
He was on her again. She had angered him even more and would pay the price. He viciously slapped her again and she cried out like a child being reprimanded. He pinned her to the carpet with both her hands stretched out over her head. Her legs were pried open and his throbbing thickness entered her swiftly and deeply. She was instantly filled with him and he pumped his manhood furiously into her tightness. Her screams and cries went unheard and with every withdrawal of his erection, he entered her deeper.
Conflicting feelings raged through Nina’s body and she was unable to control how she felt. Her body responded and she began gyrating her hips to accept his deep thrusts. She didn’t want to enjoy it but God help her-it felt too good to resist, and the familiarity of having a big dick inside of her turned her on. She didn’t want to resist anymore. He let her hands go as if reading her mind. He took hold of her legs and tossed them over his shoulders. He pulled her deeper into his erection, and his dick felt like heaven inside of her pussy.
She wanted more. With every thrust, he pummeled and assaulted her pussy and Nina moaned in complete submission. She couldn’t help herself. Her body was in control and it wanted this sweet dick down. With a final thrust, he exploded like a rocket inside of her and Nina’s clit throbbed with excitement. He continued stroking her slowly until her legs began to quiver and her body was overheating and ready to explode. She came hard and furious without any apologies. She wasn’t sure if she had been fucked, raped, or dicked down; but her body told her it was satisfied. He collapsed besides her as if he had forgotten that he was the bad guy…the rapist. Nina lay next to him unable to move and weak from the force of her orgasm. A few seconds passed by without anyone saying a word until he pulled off his mask and looked at her.
It was Jeremiah.
He bent over and kissed her lips tenderly and she kissed him back with the passion of a woman who loved her man. She slapped him playfully on his bald head.
“You almost kicked me in the balls and busted my fucking throat—that wasn’t the plan,” he said to her as he looked down on her lying on the carpet. He still couldn’t believe that he had gone along with this rape fantasy of hers. What if she had changed her mind and called the cops? That’s why Jeremiah had insisted that before he did anything, she record on camera that this was a fantasy and not a real act. Experience had taught him that a woman scorned is capable of anything. He wasn’t about to go to jail for some crazy ass woman.
“You’re lucky I missed it by inches,” Nina laughed devilishly. She was aiming for his groin and was still pissed that she had missed it. She wanted to hurt him as he had hurt her by getting engaged to that church girl, Sedra Simon. “Those handcuffs were too tight. You need to get a better pair next time, okay baby?”
Jeremiah nodded yes, but in his mind there would be no next time. Even a blind man could see that Nina was trouble. And yet, here he was. He had to be either stupid
or retarded—or both. Can pussy be so good that you would be willing to risk everything to get inside its warmth? It was a rhetorical question, and he knew the answer because he was laying on the floor with this crazy-ass bitch that had set up this entire rape fantasy. They lay on the carpet exhausted because of all the energy they expended and were lost in their own thoughts. If they could read the other’s mind, they would both back up cautiously and walk away.
An hour after Jeremiah left her apartment, Sedra’s phone rang. It was a blocked ID that she didn’t recognize, but she picked it up anyway. On the other end was the pleasant voice of a woman and Sedra relaxed, until she brought up Jeremiah.
“Do you know where your man is going right now?” The female voice asked her sweetly.
Sedra was about to hang up, but paused when the voice mentioned Jeremiah’s brother.
“I bet you that lying bastard told you he was going to see his brother. That’s the lie I told him to tell you.”
“Who is this? What the hell do you want?”
Sedra was scared of where this would lead. Her worst nightmare was coming true that her girlfriends had been right about Jeremiah, that he was a male whore and just playing with her love for him.
“If you really want to know what your man is into then come to this address and be here in half an hour.”
The voice on the phone had given Sedra specific instructions and told her where to find the key under the rug at the front door. Sedra’s head was spinning with questions, but she had to know the truth. Was Jeremiah really a male escort as the voice had told her? Was he really about to enact a rape fantasy? Sedra’s stomach lurched and she rushed to the bathroom to vomit before leaving her apartment.
Something must have happened because Jeremiah was still in his Jeep when she pulled up and parked two spaces behind him. She had a clear view of him as he crossed the street. He didn’t look like the gentle man that she loved and had promised her love, heart, and virginity to. This had to be a mistake, but it was happening right in front of her as the voice had told her.
Twenty minutes after Jeremiah entered the building; Sedra followed him and went up to the 18th floor without any problems. The key was right where the voice said it would be and Sedra entered the apartment. Thankfully, the cat was stretched out like a princess on the couch and fast asleep. The last thing she wanted was to be attacked by a cat and scratched to death. Sedra listened intently and heard the sounds of a struggle. She followed the sounds of a feverish struggle and watched unseen by Jeremiah.
Nina saw her watching in the hallway and smiled to herself. It was show time. Jeremiah and his church girl would know the wrath of Nina Rogers. There was no way she would allow this Bible thumping, supposed virgin to steal away the best man she ever had in her life. Even though Jeremiah didn’t know it—she was in love with him. He wasn’t intuitive enough to know that her independent façade melted away whenever he came around. This was the only way to get rid of Bible girl.
Sedra watched in disgust for a few minutes as her beloved Jeremiah, wearing a ski mask and gloves, proceeded to assault the woman who had called her earlier. His vicious slaps and repeated assaults on her body stunned Sedra that a man as gentle as Jeremiah could be so cruel to a woman. She knew it was just a game, but it seemed so real that it was hard to distinguish fact from fiction. The brutality of Jeremiah’s actions was too much for her to bear watching so Sedra slipped out undetected by Jeremiah. She sat in her car and cried for a few minutes. She was humiliated and embarrassed for believing all his lies.
Everything he said was a lie. The man had a crooked tongue, incapable of telling the truth. Sedra was hurting. Her heart was broken and she wanted Jeremiah to feel the same depth of pain that he had caused her. Without contemplating the consequences of her actions, she picked up her cell phone and dialed Well Hung. She told the operator that she needed a man ASAP at her apartment within the hour. Money was no object. The gift she was going to give Jeremiah, she would now give to another man. He didn’t deserve her. Even a stranger deserved her more than this lying con artist she had fell in love with. The operator promised to have a man at her apartment in thirty minutes.
One thing about Well Hung—they could deliver faster than any fast food in the five boroughs of New York. You could get a dick faster than you could get a large pepperoni pizza with cheese.
Nina stood over Jeremiah as he lay out on the carpet, and for a brief moment she wanted to tell him that Sedra had seen everything and now knew what kind of man she was engaged to, but decided she wanted Sedra to break the news to him. It would hurt him more. He would be angry with her for a while, but he would come back. They always came back like the dogs they were. She loved him, but she knew that he was still a dog. Half the battle is knowing what you are up against and not fooling your heart to believe otherwise.
Jeremiah stared up at Nina and she looked like a tall tree blowing in the wind. Her legs were spread wide open and gave him a clear view into her shaved pussy. His dick moved a few inches, but it was time to go. He dressed quickly and made his excuses. Nina seemed understanding for once about him having to leave to go back home to his fiancée.
Jeremiah should have known it was too good to be true.
As promised, Well Hung had a man at Sedra’s apartment in less than thirty minutes. The policy at Well Hung was the same as Domino’s Pizza; if what you ordered isn’t there in the allocated time then it’s free. There is almost nothing better for a horny woman than a free sweet dick down with no strings attached. The strings attached are always invisible and can only be seen after it’s too late to return the pleasure.
The male escort sent over by Well Hung was Johnson Fire. He was second in popularity to Jeremiah. The Dicker who had the most calls for the month would get an extra two thousand dollars. Jeremiah Heat won every month. Johnson hated Jeremiah more than anyone he had ever known in his life. He wanted to get back at that cocky son of a bitch in the worst way, but up until now, he had not been able to even the score. Johnson Fire was a pretty boy with wavy hair, light skin, and green eyes. He had the same build as Jeremiah, but didn’t pull the same kind of action. Johnson wondered if Jeremiah’s dick was bigger than his, but there was no way to prove it. Everyone assumed that dark-skinned black males could throw down better in the bedroom than the light skinned brothers, but Johnson Fire backed down to no man. He could sling dick with the best of them, or so he thought. Men always overestimated their sexual prowess and never kept it within the limits of mediocrity. Johnson Fire was no exception.
He rang the doorbell and in mid buzz, the door swung open. Johnson smiled his best smile and introduced himself. His erection instantly stiffened when he saw Sedra. She was a beautiful woman. She could have any man she wanted and tonight he was thankful that he was that man. Her face looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. She must be a model or something and maybe he had seen her face in a magazine. His mind drifted back to her as she wordlessly let him inside, and he followed her to the bedroom. Johnson’s eyes cast downwards and he shook his head in disbelief at his luck tonight. Sedra had opened the door in a black thong and short pink t-shirt that only came down to her mid-section. Her ass bounced rhythmically as Johnson followed her into her and Jeremiah’s bedroom.
There was nothing romantic about this so there was no music playing or candles lit. She wanted Johnson to take action without her telling him what to do and he did just that.
Johnson approached Sedra from behind and pressed his firm body into hers. Her ass felt delicious against his erection. He slipped his hands into the waistband of her thong and glided it down her legs until she stepped out of them. He massaged her breasts through her t-shirt, but she still didn’t respond. He wasn’t deterred by her being inhibited. Quickly he slipped out of his clothes and slipped off her t-shirt. Johnson felt like a kid in a candy store on Christmas Day and everything was free. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and in a few minutes, she would be riding his dick. I love
my job Johnson thought to himself as he guided Sedra onto the bed.
She wanted this to be over quickly. She wanted him to take her virginity and be gone before Jeremiah got here, but he was taking too long. For the first time in her life, Sedra took control of the bedroom. Johnson was laid out on the bed and she mounted him, but not before slipping a condom on him. She was heartbroken but not stupid. His dick was long but thin. Jeremiah could easily break his dick in a dick fight Sedra thought to herself, but quickly pushed him out of her mind. She hated him for what he had done to her. She guided Johnson’s dick to her pussy and rubbed it on her lips a few times.
This is not how she imagined it would be for her first time. This is not how she planned to lose her virginity. She had planned to lose it to the music of Marvin Gaye and imagined her and Jeremiah coming together as Marvin sang, “I Want You.” Sedra pushed that thought of her mind and Johnson’s erection slipped inside of her. She held her breath for the pain she had read about but there was no pain. She rationalized that since his dick was pencil thin then he couldn’t fill her up and hurt her like Jeremiah. Without any concern for her pleasure, Johnson started pounding himself into Sedra’s indifferent pussy.
When she looked at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen on a woman, did Johnson finally realize where he knew her. A few months ago, he had run into her and Jeremiah on the F train. He introduced her as his fiancée, Sedra Simon. Johnson’s pulse quickened at his realization that finally he would get even with Jeremiah. The knowledge that he was fucking Jeremiah’s woman excited him and he fucked her even harder. It made it doubly sweet for him because he had overheard their conversation on the train about her being a virgin until their wedding night. Sweet virgin pussy. It had been years since Johnson had gotten him some virgin pussy. In New York, it was like being on the endangered species list. You didn’t run across too many virgins anymore. They were all probably hiding out at church or something with a crucifix around their necks. It didn’t take long for Johnson to come. If his cousin hadn’t been the owner of Well Hung, he would have been fired a long time ago for unsatisfactory work performance. Sedra had expected to bleed but there hadn’t been too much blood. She climbed off Johnson’s penis and reached for some tissue on her night stand. She wrapped it around Johnson’s limp penis and pulled the condom off to discard it into the toilet bowl.