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Ski Mask

It's no secret, I like getting fucked!

But I only get soaking wet, when my husband rapes me. We've been married for six years, and in the beginning it was tough telling him what to do and how to ravage me. I had to stop in mid fuck and show him how I'd liked to be handled, thrown, and penetrated. Years in the making and I finally have my perfect rapist husband.

We are both twenty-seven years old, our birthdays are only days apart. We are deeply in love and are childless by choice, and it will stay that way, because I got my tubes tied two years ago. My husband calls me his 'Little Unruined Wife.' He's right! I don't have a stretched out baby making hole or C-section scars. My tummy is flat and flawless, no stretch marks. My pussy is tight, small and is ideal for forced sex.

We workout everyday, to keep our bodies toned and attractive and I get extremely horny after cardio. But we aren't those male/female gym bunnies either, we just like to stay fit.

Sometimes, I cannot concentrate on my jogging, because I mindlessly stare at Darren, my husband while he lifts weights.

Darren is behind me, I watch him from the mirror in front of me, and as I run on the treadmill my mind gently slips into racy thoughts. He's 6'1 and has a broad shouldered frame, narrow waist and huge arms. He's working hard on a leg machine. Sweat dripping from his brown short hair, running down his handsome face. His white skin glistening with his sweat...my pussy tightens eagerly craving his dick.

Feeling myself getting excited, my feet stumble and I almost trip, but I grip the handles. I stop the treadmill and wipe the sweat off my face. I walk to the bathroom to dry off the dampness in-between my legs. I'm so wet for him.

Bang. The door to my stall flies open and before I know what's going on, I've got a hard calloused hand against my lips muffling my startled screams and a dick inside me that I can only assume is my Darren. He gives me just a few quick thrusts before taking my hair and forcing me to clean him up. Neither of us have cum...this is just our foreplay.

He slips out of the restroom. and I finish straightening myself up, Taking a black hair tie off my wrist I tie my waist long straight black hair into a ponytail. As I finish the last loop I get a text from my husband saying: 'I'm done let's go.'

I come out of the restroom and strong arms wrap around me and they carry me over his shoulder,

"Ready to go hun?" My husband asks.

I giggle. "Yeah." He spanks my ass and puts me down. Some of the people glare, but they don't say anything. And why should they? It's none of their business.

Once we get into the truck, a strong wiff of his body scent enters my nostrils and it makes my cunt muscles twitch in agony again for his attention.

The most wonderful thing God created is man itself. Their eyes, big rough hands, strong body, and the cock of course; I want it, I crave it, the need runs in my blood...the need to be possessed by my rapist husband. I cannot wait to get home.

He pulls over and turns off the engine. "Whats going-"

"Shut up!" He unzips my workout hoodie revealing my red sports bra. He pulls out his knife from his pocket pants, and cuts off my bra, my tits pop out. His warm hands squeezes my small grapefruit sized breasts making my light pink nipples harden.

"Stop please, I don't want to."

He places his hand over my mouth. "You're my mine, I tell you when and where I will fuck you. This-" He puts his hand on my pussy. "Is my property. You don't get a say in anything!" He adjusts the passenger seat back and pulls down my black sweatpants, and spreads my legs. He notices that my red panties have a wet spot.

"What's this?" His face shocked, he grabs my ponytail and releases the hair tie, making my hair wrap around my exposed pale thin body. He then grabs a chunk of my thick hair and pulls it towards him. His mouth against my ear. "Take your underwear off."

I do as I'm told and pull down my panties to my knees. He touches my opening with his index and middle fingers rubbing it in circular motion. "Did someone turn you on at the gym?" He said with a jealous tone.

Trembling I answer him. He uncovers my mouth for just a moment. "Yes...you did."

"That's my girl. You look at no one else but me." A wicked smile spreading across his face.

He hops over to the back seat of the truck without releasing his hand over my mouth, he drags me with force making me land on my stomach on the car seat. He rips off my underwear with one hand and gets on top of me, I'm soaking wet. He slips two fingers in my pussy easily.

His soft lips pressed against my ear again. "You like this, tell me you want my dick inside you." He says as he slides his fingers in and out of my tight hole.

I say nothing. I look at him with my big sorrowful eyes. I know what's coming and I can't do anything about it. As long as I don't say our safe word the fucking continues...And I want it to continue.

He roughly turns me around and my breasts are now pressed against his hard muscular chest. He climbs on top of me and penetrates my pussy hard and fast. He plunges in and out making his thrusts faster and firmer, my pussy filling with my juices. He is so hard it hurts.

His hand still over my mouth, my moans muffled. His free hand sliding down my back and then moving to my butt cheek, squeezing it. He grunts with every violent ram, my pussy muscles surrounding his dick as he starts to fuck me harder. I can't hold on any longer, the urge is growing inside me and I cum and scream through his hand over my mouth tasting his bitter sweat. My sweet juice drips down my thigh, he pulls out and tells me to sit up. He strokes his hard swollen dick and finishes all over my breasts. My tits covered with his cum, cum drizzling down my stomach.

We are both still breathing heavy and immediately hold each other. He kisses my forehead and gives me my clothes.

Soon after that, he starts the engine. A few minutes later we pull in and park, we get out, and soreness starts to rip through my entrance as I walk. Darren comes to my side of the truck and hugs me. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"Yes, just a little sore." I said with a weak smile, I feel so vulnerable in his arms...I love it.

"Okay, I love you." He said

"I love you too."

The next morning I wake and kiss my husband's cheek, and then I head for the bathroom, I strip down and get into the shower. Soaping up by body with lavender body-wash, washing away all the sweat and cum off my tits from last night. I tuck myself under the shower head to wet my hair and dab shampoo on it. I run my fingers through my long hair, when I see a large shadow appear on the white shower curtain. I gasp.

The curtain savagely slides open and Darren is wearing nothing, but a black ski mask. "Oh god, please don't." I implore. "Not again, I can-" He steps in and puts his hand over my mouth, silencing my cries.

He turns me and pins me to the wall and without letting go of my mouth, his other hand reaches for my hands and places them over my head. "Hold your hands there." He yells through the mask.

He rests his heavy body on mine, feeling his hard staff on my butt cheeks, now knowing which hole he has decided to offend and rape. Still with his hand over mouth, his other hand starts to rub my clit making me want to close my legs and bend down from the pain and pleasure. Letting go of my mouth briefly, He takes my shampooed hair out of his way making me feel the cotton ski mask against my right cheek.

Warm water runs down both of our bodies making them wet and easily manageable with his knee he spreads my legs a little more. I struggle and fight back, he covers my mouth again and grabs me by my wrists, holding them down with one hand. "Do you want to get hurt little girl..huh?"

He moves three fingers from my mouth and waits for a response. "No, but please I'm in pain. I can't."

"I don't give a shit about your pain. You are mine and exist to please me." He said angrily through the mask. "Now face down and kneel!"

"Darren please..." Tears run down my cheeks. "Please don't!"

"KNEEL DOWN NOW!"

I kneel down, my knees instantly hurt from the hard tile floor. He goes on his knees as well and gets behind me. He positions me into doggie style and begins to massage my butt cheeks and spreads my cheeks exposing my anus.

He gently pierces my hole with his index finger sliding it all the way in. "Mmmm, such a cute small pink hole for me to take!" He said with a deviant voice.

Both of his hands on my waist and his rock hard dick stabs through me as he enters my hole. Discomfort runs all over my body, but I slowly start to accept his jabs and begin to enjoy it.

His moans turn me on and I can feel every thrust inside me. Rubbing my insides with every push, I start to moan and scream. I bite my bottom lip and struggle to not climax. A wave of satisfaction comes over me, telling me that, I cannot hold out any longer; feeling him internally raping my very existence to pleasure his body. This control he has over me is taking me to the edge, and I'm about to cum. And as I orgasm, Darren fucks me harder and finishes inside me. I moan silently as he pulls out.

After he's done defiling me, he helps me get off the floor. I stand up and cum runs down the back of my legs. He takes off the mask and kisses me hard in the mouth. I kiss back and hug him. "I love you." He said and walks out of the shower.

I smile and say. "I love you too."

I finish showering and I can't help but think, of the next time he will take me, and rape me raw. My hunger for his body and the control he has over me is insatiable. I have the perfect rapist husband.It's no secret, I like getting fucked!

But I only get soaking wet, when my husband rapes me. We've been married for six years, and in the beginning it was tough telling him what to do and how to ravage me. I had to stop in mid fuck and show him how I'd liked to be handled, thrown, and penetrated. Years in the making and I finally have my perfect rapist husband.

We are both twenty-seven years old, our birthdays are only days apart. We are deeply in love and are childless by choice, and it will stay that way, because I got my tubes tied two years ago. My husband calls me his 'Little Unruined Wife.' He's right! I don't have a stretched out baby making hole or C-section scars. My tummy is flat and flawless, no stretch marks. My pussy is tight, small and is ideal for forced sex.

We workout everyday, to keep our bodies toned and attractive and I get extremely horny after cardio. But we aren't those male/female gym bunnies either, we just like to stay fit.

Sometimes, I cannot concentrate on my jogging, because I mindlessly stare at Darren, my husband while he lifts weights.

Darren is behind me, I watch him from the mirror in front of me, and as I run on the treadmill my mind gently slips into racy thoughts. He's 6'1 and has a broad shouldered frame, narrow waist and huge arms. He's working hard on a leg machine. Sweat dripping from his brown short hair, running down his handsome face. His white skin glistening with his sweat...my pussy tightens eagerly craving his dick.

Feeling myself getting excited, my feet stumble and I almost trip, but I grip the handles. I stop the treadmill and wipe the sweat off my face. I walk to the bathroom to dry off the dampness in-between my legs. I'm so wet for him.

Bang. The door to my stall flies open and before I know what's going on, I've got a hard calloused hand against my lips muffling my startled screams and a dick inside me that I can only assume is my Darren. He gives me just a few quick thrusts before taking my hair and forcing me to clean him up. Neither of us have cum...this is just our foreplay.

He slips out of the restroom. and I finish straightening myself up, Taking a black hair tie off my wrist I tie my waist long straight black hair into a ponytail. As I finish the last loop I get a text from my husband saying: 'I'm done let's go.'

I come out of the restroom and strong arms wrap around me and they carry me over his shoulder,

"Ready to go hun?" My husband asks.

I giggle. "Yeah." He spanks my ass and puts me down. Some of the people glare, but they don't say anything. And why should they? It's none of their business.

Once we get into the truck, a strong wiff of his body scent enters my nostrils and it makes my cunt muscles twitch in agony again for his attention.

The most wonderful thing God created is man itself. Their eyes, big rough hands, strong body, and the cock of course; I want it, I crave it, the need runs in my blood...the need to be possessed by my rapist husband. I cannot wait to get home.

He pulls over and turns off the engine. "Whats going-"

"Shut up!" He unzips my workout hoodie revealing my red sports bra. He pulls out his knife from his pocket pants, and cuts off my bra, my tits pop out. His warm hands squeezes my small grapefruit sized breasts making my light pink nipples harden.

"Stop please, I don't want to."

He places his hand over my mouth. "You're my mine, I tell you when and where I will fuck you. This-" He puts his hand on my pussy. "Is my property. You don't get a say in anything!" He adjusts the passenger seat back and pulls down my black sweatpants, and spreads my legs. He notices that my red panties have a wet spot.

"What's this?" His face shocked, he grabs my ponytail and releases the hair tie, making my hair wrap around my exposed pale thin body. He then grabs a chunk of my thick hair and pulls it towards him. His mouth against my ear. "Take your underwear off."

I do as I'm told and pull down my panties to my knees. He touches my opening with his index and middle fingers rubbing it in circular motion. "Did someone turn you on at the gym?" He said with a jealous tone.

Trembling I answer him. He uncovers my mouth for just a moment. "Yes...you did."

"That's my girl. You look at no one else but me." A wicked smile spreading across his face.

He hops over to the back seat of the truck without releasing his hand over my mouth, he drags me with force making me land on my stomach on the car seat. He rips off my underwear with one hand and gets on top of me, I'm soaking wet. He slips two fingers in my pussy easily.

His soft lips pressed against my ear again. "You like this, tell me you want my dick inside you." He says as he slides his fingers in and out of my tight hole.

I say nothing. I look at him with my big sorrowful eyes. I know what's coming and I can't do anything about it. As long as I don't say our safe word the fucking continues...And I want it to continue.

He roughly turns me around and my breasts are now pressed against his hard muscular chest. He climbs on top of me and penetrates my pussy hard and fast. He plunges in and out making his thrusts faster and firmer, my pussy filling with my juices. He is so hard it hurts.

His hand still over my mouth, my moans muffled. His free hand sliding down my back and then moving to my butt cheek, squeezing it. He grunts with every violent ram, my pussy muscles surrounding his dick as he starts to fuck me harder. I can't hold on any longer, the urge is growing inside me and I cum and scream through his hand over my mouth tasting his bitter sweat. My sweet juice drips down my thigh, he pulls out and tells me to sit up. He strokes his hard swollen dick and finishes all over my breasts. My tits covered with his cum, cum drizzling down my stomach.

We are both still breathing heavy and immediately hold each other. He kisses my forehead and gives me my clothes.

Soon after that, he starts the engine. A few minutes later we pull in and park, we get out, and soreness starts to rip through my entrance as I walk. Darren comes to my side of the truck and hugs me. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"Yes, just a little sore." I said with a weak smile, I feel so vulnerable in his arms...I love it.

"Okay, I love you." He said

"I love you too."

The next morning I wake and kiss my husband's cheek, and then I head for the bathroom, I strip down and get into the shower. Soaping up by body with lavender body-wash, washing away all the sweat and cum off my tits from last night. I tuck myself under the shower head to wet my hair and dab shampoo on it. I run my fingers through my long hair, when I see a large shadow appear on the white shower curtain. I gasp.

The curtain savagely slides open and Darren is wearing nothing, but a black ski mask. "Oh god, please don't." I implore. "Not again, I can-" He steps in and puts his hand over my mouth, silencing my cries.

He turns me and pins me to the wall and without letting go of my mouth, his other hand reaches for my hands and places them over my head. "Hold your hands there." He yells through the mask.

He rests his heavy body on mine, feeling his hard staff on my butt cheeks, now knowing which hole he has decided to offend and rape. Still with his hand over mouth, his other hand starts to rub my clit making me want to close my legs and bend down from the pain and pleasure. Letting go of my mouth briefly, He takes my shampooed hair out of his way making me feel the cotton ski mask against my right cheek.

Warm water runs down both of our bodies making them wet and easily manageable with his knee he spreads my legs a little more. I struggle and fight back, he covers my mouth again and grabs me by my wrists, holding them down with one hand. "Do you want to get hurt little girl..huh?"

He moves three fingers from my mouth and waits for a response. "No, but please I'm in pain. I can't."

"I don't give a shit about your pain. You are mine and exist to please me." He said angrily through the mask. "Now face down and kneel!"

"Darren please..." Tears run down my cheeks. "Please don't!"

"KNEEL DOWN NOW!"

I kneel down, my knees instantly hurt from the hard tile floor. He goes on his knees as well and gets behind me. He positions me into doggie style and begins to massage my butt cheeks and spreads my cheeks exposing my anus.

He gently pierces my hole with his index finger sliding it all the way in. "Mmmm, such a cute small pink hole for me to take!" He said with a deviant voice.

Both of his hands on my waist and his rock hard dick stabs through me as he enters my hole. Discomfort runs all over my body, but I slowly start to accept his jabs and begin to enjoy it.

His moans turn me on and I can feel every thrust inside me. Rubbing my insides with every push, I start to moan and scream. I bite my bottom lip and struggle to not climax. A wave of satisfaction comes over me, telling me that, I cannot hold out any longer; feeling him internally raping my very existence to pleasure his body. This control he has over me is taking me to the edge, and I'm about to cum. And as I orgasm, Darren fucks me harder and finishes inside me. I moan silently as he pulls out.

After he's done defiling me, he helps me get off the floor. I stand up and cum runs down the back of my legs. He takes off the mask and kisses me hard in the mouth. I kiss back and hug him. "I love you." He said and walks out of the shower.

I smile and say. "I love you too."

I finish showering and I can't help but think, of the next time he will take me, and rape me raw. My hunger for his body and the control he has over me is insatiable. I have the perfect rapist husband.

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Feb 4, 2018 in anal

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