My name is Daisy Daniels. I’m thirty-three years old, divorced three years, no children, one cat and a decent job. I live alone in a small house that I got in the divorce. Of course, I got the payments, too.

It’s Friday evening and I’m looking forward to relaxing with a hot bath and a few glasses of Merlot while I watch a nice romantic comedy. I’m ready for the weekend.

As I walked in the door nothing seemed amiss. I entered the kitchen and put my purse and cell phone on the table. Then I was hit hard from behind. I was sprawled across the table when I felt his weight on my back, pinning me down.

“Don’t scream and don’t fight and you might get out of this without getting hurt,” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to remove your clothes now. Don’t fight me and I won’t get hurt you.”

He pulled my top over my head and unfastened my brassiere then reached under me and fondled my breasts.

“Nice tits Daisy. I’m going to enjoy playing with them. Now lift your hips, the slacks are coming off, too.”

I lifted my hips and felt my britches being pulled off. Although I still had on my panties I knew that wouldn’t be the case for long. You may ask why I complied so complacently and so readily. It’s simple. I knew I was going to be raped. I figured if I complied I’d only be raped, not beaten and raped or raped and killed. It was a case of self preservation.

He rubbed my bottom and stroked my pussy through my panties.

“Love your ass Daisy. Are you a virgin back here?”

In a quivering voice I answered, “Yes, my ex-husband tried but it hurt too much. Please don’t do that to me.”

“Daisy baby, we’re going to try everything. You won’t be a virgin when I leave. Now lift your hips again and let’s get shed of your pretty panties.”

He rolled my panties down and spread my legs, rubbing me and fingering my clit. He was trying to “warm me up” but it wasn’t having much effect. It’s a bit hard to be responsive when you’re trembling with fear.

“Daisy we’re going to go into the bedroom. I think it will be more comfortable for both of us. I’m going to let you up now. Do not look at me. Walk directly to the bedroom and take a pillow case off the bed then put it over your head.”

I did as he instructed.

“Now, since you’re not getting wet, I guess we’ll have to get lubricated another way. Kneel on the floor and lift the pillow case up above your mouth.”

He forced his penis through my lips.

“Now suck, baby. Let me feel those lips. Get me good and wet.”

Several minutes later he pulled out of my mouth and lifted me up on the bed. He pushed me over backwards and hoisted my legs over his shoulders forcing my knees back to my chest and exposing me completely. I felt him probing me with his cock then he thrust into me.

“Ooooo I moaned.”

I was still dry and my saliva wasn’t enough. He was tearing me. I guess my blood provided sufficient lubrication. He began to stroke into me more easily. He was fairly large; much larger than my ex-husband had been and it hurt a lot at first. As he continued to fuck me I could feel myself becoming slicker. Even though it was rape, my body was starting to respond.

“Beginning to feel it Daisy? Feels good doesn’t it. Baby you’ll even like it when I take your sweet ass.”

Reminding me that my ass was his didn’t help. Nonetheless, I was responding to his penetration. I was thrusting back at him and moaning in pleasure.

“Come on take me deeper. Oh, fuck me hard.”

Pushing my legs even further up he began really pounding me. I could feel him banging against my cervix. That hurt a little but I was beyond caring.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming, fuck me, fuck me,” I begged him.

I climaxed explosively, soaking him, me and the bed clothes. God that may have been the best release I’ve ever had.

As I lay panting, he pulled out. He was still rock hard.

“You didn’t cum, why not, you didn’t like it? I thought it was great. Do you want me to suck you some more?”

“No Daisy you don’t need to suck me. I loved your pussy but I’m saving my cum for your tight little ass. Where can I find some KY jelly or something like that?”

I told him that there was a tube of KY in my night stand drawer. He took it out and asked, “Why do you keep this here. Do you have a little fun with your vibrator?”

Shyly I admitted that I did.

I had sat up while we were talking. He again lay me back on the bed and spread my legs.

“I’ve just got to taste you Daisy,” as he began to eat me.

My ex hadn’t believed in oral sex. I’d never experienced the pleasure that tongue, lips and teeth could deliver. When he began to nibble on my clit I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I wrapped my thighs around his head and held him tight against me as I blasted my climax in his face. My tummy was aquiver and my cunt was pulsating. I nearly fainted.

As I lay with a satisfied smile on my face he said, “Daisy baby, for a rape victim you seem to be enjoying this a little too much.”

I just smiled.

He stretched across and picked up the tube of KY from the night stand.

“Come here and lie over my lap while I get you ready for the main event.”

I crawled over his lap. He slapped my on the ass but lightly, playfully.

“OK spread ‘em, I need to get you ready.”

I felt him open me up and squeeze the cold jelly onto my rosebud. He fingered it into me and added more, slipping a second finger in. After pumping me several times he lifted me from his lap and sat me on the bed next to him.

“You’re ready and I’m going to make it easy for you. I’m going to lie on the bed. You’ll squat over me and take me in at your speed. You ready?”

“As ready as I’m ever going to be.”

He lay back on the bed and I positioned myself over him. I guided his cock so that it was poised at my very private hole then I eased down on him.

“Ummm I moaned.”

It hurt going in but it was bearable. Once the head had slipped in it began to feel nice. I sat down on him taking his entire length. Then I began to pump him.

He had one hand on my breast rolling my nipple between his fingers while the other hand stroked and played with my clit.

I wasn’t going to last very long, between his cock up my ass and his hands playing with all my other wares, I was on the verge of getting off. I started really riding him hard. Between pumping up and down and squeezing his cock with my internal muscles, I was milking him pretty good.

Just as I climaxed, he grasped my hips and pulled me down on him. I felt him swell as he sprayed my bowels, his hot cum filling me. It was simply spectacular! I’d never felt anything like it.

As I lay on his chest I felt him soften and fall out.

He lifted me off and got up. I heard him dressing.

“Daisy, keep the pillow case on for five minutes. Then you can call the police if you want. By the way, I found your key under the flower pot out front. If you leave it there I’ll be back.”

I heard the door shut and lay back on the bed in thought, screw the police, the flower pot stays.