Poor House Guest

Her body gave me hours of pleasure. I delighted in the ways I used her, all the more so because she thought I was someone else. I lived in the next house over, and one day while sitting in my backyard I heard her talking to her boyfriend. She had had a dream, a wild fantasy in which she woke up blind folded, her ears stuffed with cotton. A man handled her roughly, biting and kissing her breasts, thighs and neck. A cock was stuffed into her mouth, and strong fingers in her hair made her keep her head on it. The unknown man fucked her mouth, dumped his hot seed down her throat and then held his cock there until she swallowed it. He pulled her arms roughly behind her back and tied them there, forcing her to kneel on the floor, her back to her bed. Every time she tried to scream a hand clamped around her throat, keeping her from breathing. The man even punched her in the stomach when she tried to cry for help. The man fondled her, grabbing and roughly squeezing her breasts, grinding himself against her upper body, until he was hard again. He fucked them for a while, using them to masturbate himself. He slapped her once, twice, a third time and lifted her by the hips, until she tipped over backwards onto the bed. She tried to keep her legs closed, but he dugs his fingers behind her knees, causing her legs to spasm and open. He fucked her then, thrusting into her over and over, until he came. It didn’t last long, not the first time. He stayed between her legs, biting her breasts over and over, like an animal, squeezing and pinching them cruelly. I was hard listening to her tell about her dream and from the groans so was her boyfriend. She teased him, and gave him a hand job while she told it. I did the same for myself. She told him that the man lifted her hips and raped her anally next, and lasted longer this time, since it was his third time penetrating her. She said it hurt, that she felt torn and would have screamed, but he kept choking her. She was interrupted by her boyfriend kissing her, and for several minutes I didn’t hear anything but the slapping sounds and groans, telling me he was claiming her for himself right then and there. She laughed, and he demanded to know what happened. She said she woke up after he fucked her one last time. She said in the dream he just left her there and disappeared, and she woke up. He told her what a great dream it was, and asked if she wanted it to come true, claiming he didn’t know she was so kinky. She admitted shyly that she got off right after she woke up, giving herself a massive orgasm just thinking about it. They arranged for him to make it come true later in the week. She promised that she would stuff cotton balls in her ears, and blindfold herself every night, so he could make it come true by surprising her. He loved it and I watched through a crack in the fence as she teased him hard again, and listened to her crying out in pleasure as she rode him in his lawn chair. She was out when he left the answering machine message saying his mom was sick and he had to go out of town for the week. I snuck across the fence and erased the message before she got home. I kept a sharp eye out and saw her blind fold herself, leaving a small light on by the bed before going to sleep, her patio door open. That night I snuck across the fence again, and walked into her house. I made her dream come through, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her roughly upright. She was moaning with pleasure, not trying to scream. I didn’t fuck her mouth first; I rolled her and started by raping her ass, my hands reaching from behind to choke her every time she cried out in pain. She begged me to rape her, thanked me, screaming how she wanted it. It was the most erotic experience of my life and I fucked her over and over again. I left a typed out message, saying I’d come every night, but only if she could resist calling me. She fell for it, and every night for that whole week I raped and fucked her, leaving her bruised and marked. My teeth left rings all over her body. I always used condoms, and wore gloves going into and out of her house. I dragged her into her kitchen and fucked her on the table. I raped her in her bathroom, watching her face in the mirror as I penetrated her anally; her thighs over the counter edges, her back arching. She drank me to end every night, I left her untied and merely put my cock against her lips, leaving her free, she clawed at my thighs, yanking me against her face and fucked her own mouth, desperate for it. Whispering how much she loved me, how much she needed to be treated like this. Her voice was muffled, made huskier by the fact that she couldn’t hear.
It ended the day her boyfriend came home. All hell broke lose and I had a ringside seat for her. I made sure she had always ended in the bathroom, washing her body down and fucking her wit the soap. Since I had shaved myself and scrubbed hard I made sure no hairs were left behind. The police investigated me of course, since I was her neighbor and the most likely one to have heard her conversation. Her boyfriend came over to my house, and threatened me several times; I had to call the cops to get him to leave me alone. In the end, they never caught me, and in the months to come I got away with it. She told the cops over the phone that she couldn’t deal with it anymore, and didn’t want to press any charges after the third week. They were pretty reluctant to let go of the case, but in the end didn’t have any real proof. She and her boyfriend broke up after a month and I felt pretty guilty, but every night I went to sleep I got hard, remembering the most erotic week of my life. She started sleeping with everything locked, had a security system put in, so I felt even worse. I almost turned myself in. After a few months I was going to, since the guilt was eating me alive. But then she knocked on my door, and when I came inside she slapped me across the face, hard. Then she kissed me. I was confused, even as she climbed all over me, pushing me into the couch and clawed my pants open. She was riding my cock before I could even phrase a question. She moaned and screamed, coming before I was even fully aware of what was happening. She stopped dead after that orgasm, wrapped her legs tight around me and moaned, breathing heavily into my ear.
She explained that when her boyfriend promised to make her fantasy come true, she wanted to savor it. She told me about how she had hidden some webcams in her bedroom and around her house. She had caught me red handed, and was going to turn me in until she found the note. She wanted to know if I had the balls to come back for more. She set up more cameras and recorded everything onto DVD’s, which she hid. When the week was over she couldn’t decide what to do. She told me that she had NEVER had sex like that with anyone, and couldn’t get enough. At the same time, she hated me for having raped her. Her ex had seen all the bruises so she couldn’t deny she had been fucking someone, so she let him call the cops and pretended to be devastated by what happened, going for the “in shock” routine. She had cleaned her entire house to make sure there was no evidence, hiding all the cameras and DVDs at a friend’s house. Then she decided to wait until all the investigations had proven useless and called off the hunt, because she wanted to see what I would do. Since I didn’t move out, confess or do anything to show regret, she figured I must have been a hardcore psycho. She realized that she wanted that. She had loved getting raped, loved being hurt, loved being controlled. So we took down the fence between our houses, built a bigger one around the two, and still live as neighbors. I beat and rape her masochistic ass whenever I feel like it, and torture her in other ways. I make sure to get a different girlfriend from time to time, and ignore her while I fuck them, letting her watch through the window. Not touching her for weeks, months sometimes. I let her get boyfriends, and watch her fuck her. She’s dutiful about it, never hesitating to take care of their needs. She never tells them how, when they leave, I come over, fuck her, make her clean my house, cook for me when they’re not around. She calls me master, and when I tell her to, she dumps them. I’ve made her fuck my women sometimes, or tied her down, blind folded and had friends use her. She loves it. I love it. We got married but didn’t tell anyone. We found a beautiful little woman, as twisted as we are, and let her move in to her old house. Now my wife gets to deliver the beatings, and we share making the little beauty scream. I have to say it’s the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in.