1. Jessica’s Dangerous Obsession Addicted to Rape


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Rape, Violence, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 80.5, Source: sexstories.com

    together for over 10 years can you just walk out on me?” He did not answer he just walked out the door and shut it. Jessica walked to the bathroom and started to fill the massive bath. Watching the water fill the tub she put bubble bath in the water. The big foamy froth that formed was inviting to her. Jessica sank into the bathwater her big tits bruised up tender to the touch. It was the only real hurt left. He wasn’t nearly as rough as he could have been. She began to wash her body. Soon she was soaking in hot soap water her mind drifting back to the rape. She lay in the bath reliving every moment of what happened. Her pussy still had much of his cum in it. She reached down in the bathwater her hand moved down to her pubic mound. Her fingers stretching out and moving down slowly she ran her fingers round her pussy lips. She slowly touched her clit. The button emerged from its cover. She placed her thumb over it as she inserted two fingers into her snatch. She worked her fingers in and out of her hot pussy. She visualized the attack slowly surely she relived every sweet, horrifying moment till at last she screamed out in rapture. She went to bed slept well. The next day she went to work as usual but parked close to the building. She worked hard and tried not to think about it. When she did think about it feels of guilt and shame dominated her thoughts. She felt demented because she enjoyed it so much. Reporting it never crossed her mind. She was careful not make the same ...
    mistakes again. His offer to rape her again played though her mind. What was wrong with him thinking she would even want that? What kind of sick person was he? Her makes went away quickly. It saddens her marks were an easy way to trigger the memory. Weeks passed where her life was as normal as could be. Bored, lonely, and horny most of the time she wondered what did most days. Was he married or not? There were not many blacks in the town. The thought of going through the black part of town flashed in her brain. She let it pass it was a bad idea. When work crowed in on her she had no thoughts of what happened, at least until she got home. Then she would think of being drug by her hair, the pain, yes there was that. It was more than that his powerful way of controlling her, those massive hands shredding her clothes as if they were paper. The way he threw her around as if she was a rag doll. His total command of what happened to her. It was captivating to be so out of control of oneself. Here dreams became of rape, she thought of it over her coffee, she dwelt on what happened and wondered what would happen if she allowed it again. The dreams were graphic she would wake with her panties drenched. She never before experienced a wet dream now they are nightly. Her desire was to be controlled which is so opposite from her work. Having decided to act on her new passion, she just had to decide when to yield to them. It had to be when there was enough work to keep her there late. It ...
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