To all readers – This is a story that is FICTION. The characters are not real and they do not exist. I am not writing to make anyone angry or to bring out your indignation at the content of the story. It is meant for one thing one, sexual enjoyment. It is not a grammatical thesis and neither is it a test for the spelling bee. It is a FICTIONAL story to be enjoyed and maybe even supply some with gratification. Other than that your comments are welcome. I do want to write a good story and I want the story line to flow and be easily followed by all. So enjoy and if you like it enough I will write more parts for it in the future.
Tara sat staring out the French doors of her living room while sipping on a cup of hot tea. She pulled her knees up under her chin as she thought of all that had transpired the day before in her dining room with Jerome. The black bastard had forced her. He had raped her and laughed as he did it. She hated him for it but worse than that she hated herself for finally giving into to him and cumming on that huge black cock. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she thought of how that big dick had made her cum. A small tear rolled down her cheek as guilt wracked her. How had she let herself do those things and scream those words out to the bastard? This was what had held her back from telling her husband everything. Jerome would quickly deny it all and say she begged him for it and she knew she would have to admit that to her husband Brett and she could not stand to look into his eyes and see the pain she would cause him by doing it. She couldn't lie to her husband and if he asked her if she had cum and enjoyed it she would have to tell him the truth. Even if she tried to explain the rape part it would not seem true with the fact that she had cum and screamed all those things out loud.
She took a deep breath and unfolded her legs to stand up. She walked out onto the porch and cried for ten minutes as the guilt overtook her. She lifted her pretty face and wiped the tears away and told herself she was going to see Brett today at work and talk this out and beg him to understand and forgive her.
She quickly dressed in a red silk sleeveless top with spaghetti shoulder straps that made it cling to her perfect breasts. She wore no bra because she was in a hurry to get this over with and get on with her life and marriage. She wore a mid thigh black skirt that was loose fitting and showed her lovely legs. High heeled black shoes that made her calf muscles stand out and made her appear taller than she really was. She tied her hair back with a tie band and put on some dark red lipstick.
As she drove to downtown Dallas she went over the story again and again in her mind and she found herself becoming more and more frustrated as the story changed each time. She finally decided she was going to be short and to the point and completely honest with Brett. It was the way they had been with each other from the beginning of her marriage.
She pulled in the parking garage of the huge new building and the security guard she remembered that worked for her husband was walking out of the security camera room when she pulled in her parking space. He walked over and opened the door for her as she slid out of the SUV.
"Hello Miss Tara! You look great today." He said as his eyes moved up and down her sweet body
She would have normally noticed his leer but her mind was distracted today.
"Hello Bill. Is Brett in the camera room by any chance?" She asked looking toward the door.
"No ma'am. Your hubby is on the top floor in a meeting with the suits about some of the security issues. You want me to call him?" He said as he followed her toward the elevators staring longingly at her perfect taunt ass while she walked away from him. He had always had a thing for the boss's wife. He had wanted to fuck her from the first time he laid eyes on her but he knew she was out of his league. A man can dream though and he had spent many nights pulling on his big dick while thinking of her.
"No need, Bill. I will go up and see him." She pushed the button at the elevator and waited for the door to open. She had no idea Bill stood behind her until the door opened and she stepped inside of it and turned around. He was leering at her opening and smiling a strange smile.
"If you need anything at all you just ask me ma'am. I'll be right here in the camera room." He said with a wink
Bill Smaltz was a brute of a man with huge arms and neck. He had a crew cut hair style he had worn for most of his life. He had served in the army and was a typical bully type of man. He went straight into security upon coming out of the service because the police academy labeled him as too brutal to serve on the police force. Security and bouncing at bars became him thing and he always enjoyed breaking bones and hurting someone during the course of his job.
She never replied as her mind was racing ahead. The ride up in the smooth and fast elevator seemed liked eternity to her as she drew closer to what could be here last day of happy marriage. It finally slowed as it reached the 21st floor and when it stopped the doors smoothly drew back and she stepped out into the foyer. There was a receptionist behind a large half moon desk with the logo behind her of the company who had built the building – Bloomberg Enterprises with a huge BE that was their buzz word of their commercials. The girl behind the desk was a bubbly twenty year old blond.
"Can I help you?" She said
"Yes, I am Tara Majors. Brett Major's wife and I would like to see him if possible."
"Sure. Take a seat. They are in a meeting but I will buzz in." She grinned and punched a button on the phone.
She spoke quietly into the phone as Tara sat down in the rich leather chair across from the big desk.
"He will be right out." She quipped across the desk
Tara nodded. She was sitting on the edge of the seat with her knees tightly together and her fingers interlaced across the front of them. She felt herself trembling as she thought about what was about to take place.
The two big glass doors to the left of the desk slid back and out stepped Brett smiling from ear to ear at her. She jumped to her feet and slid into his arms and hugged him tight.
"Hey baby, is everything all right?" He hugged her close and felt her body tremble
"Yes. Yes. I am fine but I really need to talk to you."
"Sure. What's up?" He pulled her back and held onto her shoulders as he looked down into her big brown eyes.
"Is there somewhere private we can go?" She looked around at the girl behind the desk who was watching intently
"Baby, I need to finish this meeting and then I can meet you in the camera room downstairs if you like? But it may take me an hour or so before I can come down. Is that ok?"
She almost burst into tears as she looked up into his baby blue eyes and thought of what she had done to him. She simply nodded and he hugged her again.
"I will be down as soon as I can and we will talk then, ok?" He said as he rubbed her shoulder and walked back through the big sliding glass doors, "Tell Bill I said to take care of you till I get down there."
She turned back to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. The soft bell sounded and she stepped into the door and gasped out loud.
Jerome stood in the elevator and when he saw it was her he smiled a huge smile. She quickly turned to step back out the door but a huge hand grabbed the back of her hair and the door closed and she yelped out loud.
He pulled her back against his body and whispered into her ear.
"Where you going, sweet baby? You done found what you're looking for right here in this elevator." His hot breath made her skin tingle as she pulled herself away from his grasp and moved to the other side of the elevator.
"Leave me alone, Jerome. I came here to talk to Brett about what you did to me last night. I am going to tell him everything." Her breasts were heaving and it was an incredible sight to Jerome as he watched the up and down movement of her silk top. Her nipples stood out against the silk material as her body responded in fear of the moment.
"You sure are some kind of fine. I can't wait till this weekend when I get to sample some more of that fine body of yours while we wait on your hubby to get through with work and all. I think I will come by real early where we can take our time and all, what do you think precious?" He was taunting her now
"Fuck you, you bastard! You will not have me again. I hope my husband kills you for what you have done!" Her hand went up to her throat in a defensive move
"Now that is no way to talk to the man that fucked you so good you came harder than you ever had, is it? You did cum harder than ever before, didn't you my little fuck toy?" He leered across the small space at her
His hand slid down to the front of his pants and began to rub at the evident lump that had formed there. Her eyes followed his hand and quickly looked away when she realized she had looked. He chuckled as she quickly looked away.