Sylvia just lay on her sofa, Robert's cum oozing out of her bruised and tender pussy. Her breasts were sore, the nipples bruised and swollen where he had nipped at her tender flesh. She sobbed silently, her whole body shaking as though she were gripped by a raging fever. Eventually, she pulled the tattered rags of her blouse together and kicked off her laddered pantyhose. Standing she made her way unsteadily to the bathroom.
Locking the door, she dropped her clothes into the laundry hamper. She turned the bath faucets on and poured a thin stream of bath foam under the water, filling the room with warm steam. As the bath filled, Sylvia looked at her body in the mirror. Her pussy was tender, red and swollen, with ropes of sticky cum matting her bush. Her breasts were peppered with tiny bruises, where Robert had sucked and bit at her skin. The points of her nipples were still raw and swollen, standing hard and erect from the pink circles of her aureoles. Sylvia closed her eyes and slid her hand down, over the curve of her belly, until her fingertips touched her swollen, aching clit. She blushed, even though there was no one to see, as she felt the wetness of her pussy. The slime of Robert's thick sperm had mingled with her thinner, sharper pussy juice.
Sylvia could not help thinking about the feeling of his cock inside her pussy and how it had made her wet, despite her protests. She knew that one call to the police would make his life hell and part of her mind wanted to punish him for the violation he had committed on her body. Her body itself remembered the sensation of him stretching her pussy and plunging his young, hard cock deep into her womb. Her fingertips circled the tip of her hard clit and she moaned, like a wounded animal, as they brushed against the sensitive bud. She ran her fingers along the swollen lips of her pussy, pressing them into the wet opening and feeling the slime that still coated the walls.
Sylvia knew that, with every minute she waited, it would be harder for her to call the police and that, once she stepped into the steaming bath, much of the evidence would be washed away. She reached over and turned the faucets off, then climbed into the tub, lowering herself slowly into the hot water. The warm water soothed her aching breasts and lapped gently at her gaping pussy. Gently, she stroked the scented water over her body, moistening her breasts before moving her hand lower, over her belly, to dig her fingers roughly into her pussy. It only took a few thrusts with her fingers for her to cum hard, her juices mingling with the bathwater and Robert's sperm that oozed out of her.
As the ache in her pussy eased, Sylvia pondered what she should do about Robert. She knew that, by now, the best evidence that he had raped her had been washed away. Even the bruising to her pussy lips and the soreness of her nipples would have subsided by morning. Slowly, she began to realise that she had almost enjoyed him taking her.
"If only," she mused to herself, "I had been ready for him and he had been gentler."
The realisation that she had become aroused helped Sylvia to make up her mind. She would not be calling the police. In fact, she would be calling Robert. She needed to feel him inside her again, to take his cock as he plunged it deep inside her. She levered herself to her feet and climbed carefully out of the tub, wrapping herself in the soft terry robe that she hung on the back of the bathroom door. Wrapped in the soft material, she made her way back into the bedroom and lay upon the bed, letting the robe soak the drops of water from her body. Slowly she drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep although her hand, as though possessed of its own will, slipped inside the front of her robe and rested lightly over her swollen pussy.
Sylvia was woken the next morning by bright sunlight, pouring through her bedroom window. She stretched carefully, smiling as the ache in her pussy appeared to have completely gone. Her breasts were still scattered with tiny bruises from Robert's mouth but even they had begun to fade. Sylvia swung her legs out of bed and moved over to the closet. She chose her outfit very carefully, laying the items on the bed, one by one. The blouse she chose was made of heavy, pale blue, Chinese silk. It was completely opaque, but slick and sensuous to the touch. A row of tiny pearl buttons fastened it from the high neck to below her waist. A darker blue skirt, silk lined, in fine wool and a matching jacket went to join the blouse, laid across her bed.
Sylvia smiled to herself, knowing that the combination would be imposing, possibly even intimidating. She opened a drawer in her dressing table that had remained closed for a very long time, since her husband had died, in fact. Reaching inside she slid out a white box made of stiff card. Inside, carefully wrapped in tissue, was an ivory coloured corset, lightly boned, with laces down the back and hook and eye fastenings all the way up the front. She had worn this beneath her wedding dress when she had married and again when they had renewed their vows. Sylvia laid the corset on the bed, next to her other clothes and lifted out a pair of matching silk panties. The material ran through her fingers like ice, sliding sensuously over her skin. Opening the other drawer, she took out a pair of sheer silk stockings, gossamer fine and so light that they almost floated through the air. From the bottom of her closet, Sylvia chose a pair of heels, deep blue to match the skirt and jacket she had decided to wear.
Sylvia walked, naked, across the landing into the bathroom and showered under a warm gentle spray. She carefully trimmed the soft curls covering her pussy, so that the pink of her lips showed through. Freshened up, she patted her skin dry, watching herself in the mirror and lifting her fingers to pull, slowly, at her erect, pink nipple. She chose a bottle of scent from the bathroom cabinet, something light and flowery but with a musky undertone, and dabbed a few drops behind her ear and on her wrists. Then, smiling wickedly to herself, she tilted the bottle, so that a few drops fell into the shallow valley between her breasts and trickled slowly over her skin.
Moving more swiftly now, she crossed back to her bedroom and began to dress. The corset went on first, nipping her waist and pushing her breasts upwards and together, so that the cleft between her breasts was deepened. The she slid the panties up her legs luxuriating in the whispering caress of the silk against her skin. The silk clung to her body, outlining her pussy lips and pressing against her almost bare mound. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sylvia rolled the silk of the stockings along her legs and clipped the tops to her suspenders. Standing, she looked at her reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. She knew that her figure was still striking, especially so with her breasts lifted by the half-cups of her corset. Reaching to her breasts, Sylvia eased the cups a little lower so that a thin sliver of her pink aureoles showed. Reaching for her blouse, she slid her arms into the silk and carefully fastened the buttons.
Sitting at the dressing table, Sylvia brushed out her long ash-blonde hair, working the bristles through her locks until they hung straight down her back and glistened like spun silver. Then she quickly collected it into a ponytail, secured with a simple clip.
It only took a moment to slip into the skirt and jacket and to ease her feet into the matching heels. She stood and smoothed the front of her skirt, before casting a critical eye over her reflection. An intimidating, very proper, lady looked challengingly back at her. She nodded to herself, once, briskly and turned to straighten the bedclothes.
Closing the bedroom door, Sylvia went downstairs into the kitchen and started the coffee maker dripping. As she waited for the coffee to brew, she looked out of her kitchen window and saw Robert's parents, as they prepared to leave for the day's work. Robert's car was still parked in the driveway and there was no sign of him leaving. His parents backed their cars onto the street, waved at the house and then sped away. Sylvia turned back to her coffee and poured a large mug for herself then picked up the telephone.
