I originally met Ruth online. Not through a dating site but by playing Dungeons and Dragons on a role-playing forum site. We were in a game together and our characters occasionally interacted until they ended up role-playing a few erotic scenes not allowed on the site.
Rather than fade to black and move on without writing the encounter, Ruth sent me her email address and asked if we could continue by email. We wrote the erotic role play of our characters out together and at the same time started talking about ourselves and getting to know each other.
We knew we would never meet, and so we felt safe in sharing our personal fantasies and desires. She told me that she had always fantasized about being raped, but wouldn't really want to be. The harsher and more degrading the better.
As a Christmas gift after we had become online 'friends' and she had even sent me a few faceless nudes, we wrote a story together about us, where I raped her. She thoroughly enjoyed it and told me how often she got off to it. She even sent a few videos showing me how wet it got her and the toys she used imagining they were me. I ended the story by saying, now if I only had your address, I would make this a reality.
Ruth was careful to hide her face in all the videos she sent me, and we didn't exchange numbers; so I knew she never would, it was just something to add to her fantasy. We didn't know what state the other lived in, but we knew we were on opposite coasts. But then one night, she called my bluff.
Turns out she lived in an apartment about 4 miles from the hotel I was staying in for the week on business. I laughed at my good fortune. All the next morning I couldn't focus on work. We broke for an early lunch and my boss mentioned that my head was elsewhere. I apologized and said I had a rough night and just needed to clear my head. To my surprise he told me to take the afternoon off but make sure I made it to a dinner that night with the clients. He needed me sharp and alert for the dinner.
I headed back to my hotel room and had a couple of drinks from the mini-bar and realized I couldn't get her out of my head. I knew that she wanted it and I knew she worked nights coding, designing, and fixing websites for a national hosting company so she would be home now and probably just waking up.
As I laid on the bed thinking about her and the story, I made up my mind. Now or never. I changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a polo from my work suit and I grabbed the keys to my rental car. I headed for a flower shop and bought a vase of lilies. As I was headed out, I laughed at my luck, they sold apparel with their company name and logo, so I also bought a ball cap.
Outside her apartment my nerves were coming back, and I scratched out a quick note for the flowers. "To Ruth, may all your fantasies come true. - Will"
I chickened out and drove around the block. I stopped at a liquor store and got a bottle of vodka and a soda. In my car, I mixed the two in the Styrofoam soda cup and drank. Courage returned I drove back to the apartment.
I sat sipping my drink and was going to chicken out again when my phone chirped. New mail. She had sent me another video of her morning's activities. She was using a flesh colored dildo and moaning my name from off screen.
I responded and asked if she got the flowers I sent. I was terrified that she had sent me a fake address, and this would be a test. If it was fake she might lie to cover her tracks, but if it were real, she wouldn't lie about them. Not perfect, but it was something. Also, she would then be expecting a flower delivery.
She emailed back immediately, no flowers. I responded saying they should have arrived this morning, but no problem, while she waited I wanted a second video. I wanted her to lube up her ass as well as she could and bury the dildo playing my role as deep as she could. She knew I had an anal fixation, but had never had anal sex. I had tried with a few girls, but I never fit. One girlfriend told me, you either get to have a big dick, or you get anal, and at almost 9 inches and nearly 3 fingers across, I didn't get anal. Ruth's reply was short, "Mmmm."
Ruth's apartment was on the first floor, which was good, because I might have had trouble with stairs. I had a strong buzz, but wasn't drunk. I knocked on the door and waited. After a minute I knocked again. I went to knock a third time, and I heard her. She called out that she was on her way.
Ruth answered the door. I knew it was her. I had never seen her face, or even much of her dyed raven hair, but it couldn't be anyone else. She was 5'3" and even in her overly large shirt and sweatpants I could tell she was hiding the huge breasts that stood almost obscenely from her tiny frame. The sweatpants were tight showing her wide hips and round ass just below her tiny waist.
Her eyes were strikingly bright blue, and I lost my voice for a moment looking into them. She was beautiful. She hadn't even put any makeup on yet and she was beautiful. Her lips were soft and pink, her nose straight with a slight upturn at the tip, and the weight she carried in her hips, ass, and tits showed just slightly in her cheeks, filling out her face so she didn't look gaunt, or overly sharp.
"Are these for me?" She asked raising up on her toes and I almost missed my chance, but I knew what she wanted. As she took the vase from me, I swung my free right hand under it and punched her right in the solar plexus. Not hard, only hard enough to stun her, not hurt her. My left hand was still partly on the vase, and I managed to catch it as she fell backward and dropped to the ground. I had knocked the wind out of her and she gasped for breath unable to scream or process what just happened.
I stepped through the threshold and locked the door behind me. I dropped down on top of her and let the vase roll out of my hand spilling water everywhere. Immediately my hand went to her throat to prevent her from screaming when she got her breath back, but not squeezing her so hard as to hurt her. I forced her shirt up and confirmed, these were Ruth's tits. I pulled her sweat pants down and she wasn't wearing any underwear, she must have been doing as I asked and just thrown these on to get the door. Her pussy was waxed smooth and glistening with her juices begging to be fucked.