You Shouldve Asked

You should've asked

"You raped me." Jill was looking at Michael.

Michael recoiled. He said, "I'm so sorry. I got carried away and couldn't resist."

"Did you think I was asking for it?"

"No. I'm sorry." He was apologizing profusely.

"Then what was it that you couldn't resist?"

He weakly said, "You're very attractive. I'm sorry."

He was surprised that she wasn't angrier. He had come up behind her while she was leaning over a freezer. He impulsively pulled down her shorts and put his dick in her pussy. She hadn't resisted. She just remained there stoically while his cock did its thing inside her.

She said, "You must think it's okay to just pull my pants down and fuck me without asking."

He was ashamed of what he had done and terrified. He'd go to jail for sure.

Then she said, "You should've asked."

He was dumbstruck.

She said, "Did your mother just let you take things without asking?"

"No. I was taught to be polite."

"Then, why didn't you ask?"

"I don't know. I was afraid to ask."

"You thought I'd say no, so instead of asking, you just pulled down my pants and did it."

"I guess. I'm so sorry."

She said, "Are you really? Now that you fucked me, fulfilling your wet dreams, why would you be sorry?"

"Because I didn't ask."

"See. You need to learn your manners."

"Are you going to report me?"

"I don't know. Should i?"

"Please don't. I'll make it up to you."

"How? By never raping me again?"

"Well, whatever you want. I'll do anything you want."

She said, "Lay down on that rug over there and get your prick out."

They were in the basement of the local school building. The community league was holding their annual party on a Saturday. The cooks needed more meat and buns for the crowd and asked Jill to go get more supplies from the nearby community building.

She asked Michael to help, "There's more than I can carry."

He eagerly agreed.

Michael had a crush on Jill. She was a divorcee with two kids at home. He was thirty and single. He had dated girls, and was almost engaged, once. Other than that, he never had much luck. He was an engineer for the government. He just didn't have a charming personality and he was incredibly shy. He was an attractive man, with a good job and work ethic. He'd just never found a woman who really attracted him.

Jill had gotten to know him through community work. They'd delivered the newsletter and had been part of the group that helped the homeless when a local church hosted them during every winter. She thought he was a nice man, enjoying his company as she got to know him better. He had relaxed around her and enjoyed talking to her. At the same time, he had developed his crush on Jill.

Jill wasn't a beauty queen. Her figure had seen better days. Two babies and a hectic schedule had taken their toll. Her boobs sagged a little and she had a little bit too much tummy.

Michael saw her differently. She had a nice ass and she often showed some cleavage, which just drove him wild. Her boobs jiggled under her shirt, sometimes her nipples would show through.

He had more than one session by himself, imagining that he was with Jill. She was his favorite and lately, his only masturbation fantasy.

Jill had not thought about Michael in a sexual way. She was too busy with life to worry about men. Her 'dream guy' would be suave and rich. However, she liked Michael, a nice responsible man. There didn't seem to be many of them around.

Jill had a vibrator which she used occasionally, but it didn't really meet her needs, so she just stayed lonely and horny. She couldn't go out much with the two kids at home and really wasn't interested in the dating or nightclub scene. The men she met were either married, defective, boring, sometimes all three. Michael was an exception, although she hadn't realized it.

Jill had led Michael into the basement where there was a freezer holding the meat, wieners and hamburgers. They went down the stairs and entered the storeroom. She turned on the light. Michael had been watching her. She was wearing little gym shorts that revealed her beautiful legs and accented her wiggling ass. When she would bend over, the tip of her ass crack peeked out. On top she wore just a t-shirt with a bra underneath, but she had been sweating and her breasts had become quite noticeable through the damp shirt. Her nipples were poking through. She didn't even pay attention to such things anymore. When she bent over, Michael, and others, could see the top of the bra that held her luscious breasts.

She leaned over the freezer to get the packages of meat. Micheal was standing behind her and the impulse overwhelmed him. He often had impulses to do things; like most people, he ignored them. But this one time, he acted on one.

He grabbed Jill's shorts at the waist and pulled them down below her knees, along with her little panties. There it was, that beautiful butt. The two soft globes beside her sexy cleft were more amazing than he had imagined. A hint of her pubic hair peeked between her legs. Michael's little head had taken over for his big head. He pushed his hard dick between Jill's legs and it slid into her vagina.

Jill was surprised. She started to get up to resist, but for some reason she stayed still while he continued fucking her. Perhaps her subconscious was working on her. The cock inside her felt good. It had been a few years since she'd experienced such pleasure. She knew what he was doing was wrong, but it felt good. Why not let him finish.

Michael was in heaven. He'd had sex before, but it had been a few years for him too. Not having had sex in a long time and understanding the nature of what he was doing, Michael finished quickly. He felt the unequaled pleasure of ejaculating into a woman's vagina. Jill had remained stationary, letting him finish. She had even pulled one of her feet our of her clothing to keep he balance.

That's when the conversation took place.

"You should've asked." She had said.

Michael replied, "If I had asked, what would you have said?"

She said, "I don't know. I might've said yes."

He was amazed, "Really?"

She said, "Yes, really. You dumb shit. I could have you sent away to prison."

"Please. I've never done anything like that before in my life."

"Why? Because you never found anyone as irresistible as me bending over the freezer."

He said, "Well, you're a pretty woman."

She said, "I've noticed you looking at me."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't do that."

"That's okay. I like having nice men look at me."

She'd called him nice.

She said, "What are you going to do to make it up to me?"

He fumbled for any answer. He said, "Name it." Then he said, "I'll take you to dinner."

She said, "Well, you're backwards. Usually, a guy takes a girl to dinner and then tries to fuck her. You've done it the other way around."

He looked at her, uncertain about what to say.

She said, "You have no manners. Your mother should've taught you better."

"I'm sorry."

"You're like all men. Thinking of yourself first."

"I'm not that way, really."

She said, "You came and I didn't. You satisfied yourself without thinking about my needs. My husband was that way. He'd come and leave me unsatisfied."

"Gee. I'm sorry. I was in a hurry, not wanting to miss the opportunity."

"Well, you can make it up to me."

He waited.

She said, "Go lie down on that rug and get your pecker out. I want to see it. Get it hard for me."

"I don't know if I can."

"Oh, you'll be able to."

Michael did as she instructed. He laid on the rug and undid his pants. His dick was limp; he tried to stroke it to get it hard.

Jill walked over beside him and to his eternal amazement, she pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, revealing her golden pubic hair. She pulled her feet out of her clothes and kicked off her shoes.

She said, "Now you're going to get me off. As punishment for raping me, I'm going to sit on your face and you will eat my sloppy pussy until I come."

Michael didn't say a word, afraid that she would change her mind.

He looked up and saw her intimate anatomy. He hadn't seen a live woman from this angle for years. As she lowered herself onto his face, squatting with her pussy gaping open, he observed the vivid pink flesh, glistening with his cum and her juices. A glob of his own semen dropped onto his nose. Then, her thighs engulfed his head. He tried to breathe, but her raw vulva pressed down on his face like a pillow, covering his face, smothering him. He put his tongue out and she found it, moving her clit over him. He flicked his tongue on her little button and more juices poured out of her.

His hands instinctively reached for something to hold onto. He reached under her shirt, searching for her breasts. His hands slid under her bra and found the luscious globes he had dreamt about touching. Jill reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Then she pulled her bra and shirt over her head. Now she was naked. Michael's fingers toyed with her nipples and squeezed her soft flesh.

He could multitask. He continued to eat her pussy while fondling her tits and playing with his pecker. His tongue was inside her vagina now. He'd never eaten cum before and didn't like it. But he remembered the expression, "Once you get past the smell, you've got it licked."

Other than his cum, she tasted wonderful. She had been sweating all day and he liked the scent of her body. There was a trace of her lotion too, but most importantly, she was emitting a wonderful fluid from her vulva. He began to lick her more rapidly, sensing that she was nearing an orgasm. She went wild with desire; his faced was buried in her messy, sweaty cunt.

Then, the door opened to the store room. A man and a woman had come looking for the meat that Jill had failed to deliver. They were stunned to see Jill riding Michael's face. She was facing them, naked, with her pussy covering his face, her tits jiggling with her movements. He was holding his dick in his hand stroking himself.

The woman said, "We just need to get the hamburgers and hot dogs." She indelicately asked, "Where did you put the meat?"

Jill laughed and said, "Where to you think he put it."

The couple saw the food they were after, picked it up and excused themselves.

"Sorry to have interrupted." The man said.

The closed the door behind them. They could be heard laughing as they ascended the stairs.

Jill was hot now. Perhaps being discovered had added to the thrill. She was having ad hoc sex, in the basement with a man she barely knew. What kind of girl was she? Horny, was her answer.

She began to come. Her body tensed and her toes curled. Her breathing increased and her muscles spasmed. Then it hit her, the climax she had been waiting for, a climax like she hadn't felt in years. She squeezed Michael's temples between her thighs and pressed her cunt onto his face. He couldn't breathe, but she wouldn't let him go. He couldn't think of a better way to die.

She finally released. She moved back straddling his chest. He looked right at her pussy and reached for her tits again.

Then she said, "I want more. Fuck me again and this time don't be in such a hurry."

He went and locked the door and moved behind her doggy-style. She waggled her ass suggestively and he held her hips. His cock was hard again and he slid it into her warm juicy vagina with a single stroke. She moaned with pleasure as he pushed into her. He closed his eyes and savored the wonderful feeling. There was nothing to match the sensation he felt over the full length of his dick. She was doing something within her vagina to stimulate his cock. He slowed down, to let her catch up.

When Jill began to push her butt toward him and act with more urgency, he knew she was close. He unleashed his second load of semen into her warm womb. The cum washed through her and she collapsed onto the rug, spent.

He fell beside her. She looked at him, then leaned over and kissed him. He wanted to say something, but she shushed him. "Don't say anything. Just enjoy the moment."

He looked at her lively brown eyes and her pretty face. She was looking back at him, wondering about him. Was he someone she wanted to be with? Time would tell.

After a few minutes, they got dressed. Michael regretted seeing her put her tits away.

As they exited the room, she said, "Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night. I'll cook you a nice meal. The kids are in bed by nine. Maybe we can watch a movie or something."

He thought to himself about what the 'something' would be. She smiled at him, reading his mind.

As they crossed the field to where the party was still going on, he had a thought and said, "Are you on the pill or something?"

As she walked away, she said, "You should've asked."