Macy was excited about her trip to California. When her
husband Brad called and told her to fly out and meet him,
Macy could hardly believe it. Brad's job took him to the
West Coast from Chicago for the past two months. He left
Macy with their three children with an initial promise he
would be gone just a couple of weeks. Brad and Macy were
married for several years, but this was the first time
they were apart for any length of time.
Macy had never been to California and Brad sounded like
he really missed her. He even asked Macy to bring some
"sexy" clothes. Macy was thrilled because Brad seemed to
have little interest in anything sexual. Even though she
had three children, Macy felt she still looked great for
thirty-five. Her five-foot frame carried Macy's 100
pounds well.
Macy knew she was shapely with 38C breasts and a firm,
pear-shaped ass that looked great in tight jeans. Macy
always tried to buy sexually provocative outfits to temp
Brad. Since Brad's vasectomy and no risk for pregnancy,
Macy found her appetite for sex frequently exceeded that
of Brad's. Now Brad's call indicated that their
separation left Brad wanting Macy.
The day of Macy's flight she got up early to get ready.
During her shower Macy carefully shaved her legs. After a
brief pause, Macy shaved her entire pubic region. Macy
found it difficult not to masturbate as she carefully
glided the razor over her labia. She could feel her clit
erect with anticipation. Macy resisted the urge to give
her clit the attention it craved and quickly finished
shaving.
After her shower, Macy pulled the red thongs over her
hips and slipped into the matching red push-up bra. Macy
bought the set at Victoria's Secret. She modeled in front
of the mirror and really like the way the red strip of
cloth from the thongs disappeared between her white
buttocks.
Next Macy rolled black thigh-hi stockings over her
shapely legs. She followed the stockings with a red skirt
that was just a bit shorter than Macy generally wore.
Macy pulled the pale, pink button-up blouse over her
chest and left the top two buttons open. Macy looked
again in the mirror and liked the way the blouse showed
off just the tops of her breasts.
The final touch was the matching red jacket and red hi-
heeled shoes with ankle straps. Satisfied with her
outfit, she applied her makeup a little heavier than
usual, accenting her eyes. She also applied bright red
lipstick that matched her outfit. Before leaving, Macy
fixed her long, blond hair into a loose bun on the back
of her head. She just finished when her Mother arrived to
watch the kids.
As Macy finished final preparation her Mother commented
on how great Macy looked. Macy swelled with prides as she
boarded the shuttle for the airport. At the airport Macy
was aware of men staring at her as she walked by. She
knew she looked inviting and she held her head high and
thrust her chest outward displaying her breasts
prominently.
She walked purposefully relishing the stares. Macy
checked in and boarded the plane. As she walked to her
seat, she again felt the stares of some of the men on the
plane. Macy looked directly at one man and could see the
lust in his eyes.
"This is great," Macy thought, "all these men want me;
surely Brad will want me too."
The thoughts of all the men wanting her caused Macy's
sexual desires to stir. As she sat down Macy could feel
dampness between her thighs in response to the attention
from the men. She felt a need to dry herself, but would
have to wait until the plane was in the air.
After the plane was in the air, Macy decided that she
would go to the restroom and dry herself. She walked to
the restroom at the back of the plane and entered. She
only half-heartedly pushed the lock over. As always the
bathroom was small and very cramped. With some
difficulty, she pulled her thongs down and was disturbed
to see a thin, wet stripe in the crotch. She sat on the
toilet and took paper and wiped between her labia.
As the paper raked across her clit, she was acutely aware
of the sensitivity of the erect bud. She rubbed her clit
with the paper more time than she should. Macy felt her
excitement growing and forced herself to stop. She took a
deep breath, pulled on her thongs, and straightened her
skirt. Before leaving, Macy leaned forward to check her
backup in the mirror.
Before Macy could react someone burst into the tiny
bathroom and crushed Macy against the wall. Macy started
to protest when a hand went over her mouth.
"Not one sound, slut," came a male voice behind her.
Macy tried to calm herself. She could feel her heart
pounding. Macy reached up and tried to pull the hand down
from her mouth.
"Don't move, slut," the voice ordered in a gravelly
whisper.
Macy felt a sharp object pressed against her neck. She
glanced in the mirror and saw a silver "Cross" pen
pressing against her neck at her carotid artery. Behind
her she heard the click of the door being locked. The
tiny bathroom was flooded with light. Her thoughts were
racing as she was pressed tightly against the outside
wall of the plane.
"What does he want? How can this be happening?" Macy's
thoughts raced.
Macy suddenly realized that the four-hour flight to
California just started. This increased her anxiety and
she started to try and move. The hand over her mouth
slipped up to also cover her nose. Macy felt the hand
clamping down over her mouth and nose and she could not
breathe.
"Be still, slut, or you'll regret it," the voice said
threatening.
Macy could not draw a breath and frantically tried to
pull the hand away from her mouth and nose.
"Are you going to be still, slut," the voice demanded.
Macy quickly nodded her head up and down. The hand slid
off her nose, but remained over her mouth. Macy drew in
air rapidly through her nose. Her eyes darted back and
forth as she tried to find an escape.
"What is happening? What does he want?" Macy tried to
control the racing thoughts; "I must remain calm."
Macy slowed her breathing and glanced into the mirror.
Her attacker's face was hidden behind Macy's head. In one
hand there was the metal pen pressed into her neck; the
other hand remained over her mouth. Macy could not even
find an identifying characteristic on her assailant's
clothes.
"Not a peep, slut, and I'll remove my hand," the voice
ordered.
Macy felt the hand slowly lowered from her mouth.
"What do you...."
The words never finished from Macy's lips. The hand
clamped back over Macy's nose and mouth. He squeezed
tightly and again she could not breathe. She knew now she
would be suffocated if she did not do as she was told.
Macy tried to concentrate on not breathing. She focused
her thoughts on trying to calm herself.
Macy dropped her hands to her side trying to convey her
desire to cooperate. She fought with herself to remain
very still. It worked. Macy felt the hand relaxing.
Without another word said, the hand slowly slid from she
nose and mouth again. Macy did not speak, but slowly took
in air.
Macy felt the hem of her skirt rising and froze. The man
behind her allowed some space between Macy and the wall.
Macy looked down and her skirt was almost pulled up over
her ass. She could feel the air against her freshly
shaved cunt and the tops of her thighs.
"Unbutton the blouse, slut," the voice commanded.
Macy felt the pressure in her neck increased as he pushed
the pen harder. She raised her hands slowly and
unbuttoned her blouse. Tears started to fill Macy's eyes
as her trembling hands continued until the blouse was
completely unbuttoned. Once unbuttoned, the hand left the
hem of her skirt and jerked the blouse open. She could
clearly see the red push-up bra in the mirror. The hand
then squeezed her breasts; first her right breast, then
the left.
"Nice," the voice commented.
With that word, Macy's bra was jerked down and pulled
until her breasts were bare and the cups of the bra
trapped underneath. Her breasts were now sticking out
from the effects of the cups of the bra resting
underneath. Macy closed her eyes as her assailant started
to pinch and pull her nipples.
"Take off your panties," the voice ordered without giving
any relief to Macy's nipples.
Macy leaned forward slightly, tears now streaming down
her face. The man pinched her right nipple hard and
tightened down between his thumb and forefinger like a
vise. Macy let out a faint protest and quickly stopped.
"Please," Macy whispered hoping for relief.
"Get those panties off, slut," was the only response.
Resigned that her assailant was not going to stop now,
Macy pulled the hem of her skirt above her ass and hooked
her thumbs in the sides of the thongs. Macy slowly pushed
the thong down over her ass, but could not go any
further. Her assailant was content to leave Macy's thongs
bunched just below her ass cheeks while he turned his
attentions to her left nipple. She looked down and her
right nipple was swollen and a deep red. But, Macy noted,
it was also engorged and erect from the abuse.
"Oh, ow," Macy murmured as her attacker pulled her nipple
outward until Macy's felt her breast was being ripped
from her body.
"Shut up, slut," he ordered.
Finally, he released her nipple, but Macy knew her ordeal
was not over. As quickly as he released her nipple, Macy
felt fingers probing between her cunt lips. Macy panicked
as she suddenly remembered what she was doing just before
he broke into the bathroom. She knew he would
misinterpret what he found between her cunt. Two fingers
easily slid into Macy's wet cunt. Her clit was still
erect from the paper and Macy's juices flowed even
heavier with the abuse of her tits.
"You are a slut, you are so wet, you want me to fuck
you," he said.
Macy could not believe her ears. She heard the zipper
behind her and felt the tip of a cock touching her
asscheeks. He then pushed a third finger without
resistant into Macy's cunt.
"You're shaved too, how much do you normally charge,
slut," her assailant mocked.
Macy closed her eyes tightly and tried to support her
body was the man started fucking his fingers in and out
of her cunt. She gasped as a fourth finger was inserted
and he increased the speed of his finger-fucking. Macy
cursed her body as her pussy juices gushed out over his
hand. Then she felt an intense pressure and tried to
stand on her tiptoes to escape the pain.
"He's trying to put his fist inside me," Macy thought.
Macy tried to move away from the intense pain, but the
bathroom was too small. She was pushed upward to the
point she was on her tiptoes.
"Just a little more, slut," the man warned.
"Ahhhhhh, you're hurting me," Macy cried as she felt his
fist push into her cunt.
Macy struggled to remain on her tiptoes with the man's
fist buried into her cunt. She could feel the thickness
of his wrist where her cunt lips were stretched around
it. Although Macy felt intense pain at the obscene
stretching of her cunt, there was a strange pleasure
building also. Macy suddenly became aware of what was
happening.
"Please, god no, I can't cum," Macy thought to herself.
The man worked his fist around inside Macy and commented
on how easily it went in.
"Your whore pussy must have been fucked a thousand
dicks," her attacker said.
The words burned Macy's ears.
"Why does he think I'm a slut or a whore," Macy tried to
understand as she felt her insides being sucked outward
as he removed his fist from her cunt.
Macy felt herself being pushed forward a little. This
caused her ass to push backward. Macy's cunt was dripping
wetness as her assailant aimed his rigid rod at her
gaping pussy. Macy was so stretched from his fist, she
barely felt his cock enter her. He started fucking her
and Macy put her hands flat on the wall to keep from
being smashed into it.
Macy remembered that she was not protected and pleaded
with him not to cum inside her. Her assailant just
ignored her and reached around and abused her nipples
again. She was groaning with each thrust trying to think
of anything except the pleasure she was feeling in her
cunt.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock from Macy's
pussy. She almost protested, but thought perhaps he was
heeded her pleas not to get pregnant. His next statement
stung her ears also.
"You're so fuckin stretched I can't feel a thing," her
attacker said with disdain.
Macy did not realize that the pen was no longer pressed
against her neck until she felt his hands on each side of
her asscheeks. He pulled his buttocks east and west
widening her painfully. She was not sure what he was
doing. She knew nothing about anal intercourse.
"Not there, please, not there," Macy pleaded.
"Which will it be slut, pregnant or take it up the ass?"
her assailant responded.
Macy was silent.
"Choose, slut, I want to hear you choose," he said again.
Macy bit her lower lip and responded, "There." She did
not want to risk pregnancy.
"Beg me, slut, I know you know how," her assailant chided
Macy.
Macy shook her head negatively and he jabbed a finger
into her anus.
"I'm not going to ask you again, slut," he said.
Macy felt him slide his cock back to her cunt. She
quickly started begging.
"Please, fuck me there," Macy said.
That was not good enough for him and his cock started
pushing into her cunt again. Macy racked her brain and
then knew he wanted her to beg like a whore would beg.
"Please, fuck me in the ass, please, fuck my ass," Macy
repeated.
He took his cock out of her cunt again and Macy felt the
pressure on her anal ring. She tried to widen her legs,
but the thongs now bunched around her thighs bound her.
Macy tried to look behind her and see what was happening.
She felt her anus opening and she tried to push the
intruder out.
The burning pain was intense as the cock slowly slid,
inch by inch into her virgin ass. Macy tried not to move
as she felt her attacker's pubic hair against her ass
signaling that his cock was buried to the balls in her
rectum. He did not move for a moment. Instead, he wrapped
his hands around Macy so that his finger and thumb
clamped on to each nipple. As he pulled her tits out from
Macy's body, he also pulled his cock from her ass almost
till the head came out. He released her tits and slammed
back into her ass.
Macy was shaking her head now trying to deny the feelings
he was producing. Her tits would be pulled painfully
outward almost tearing them from her body, then released
to spring back against her chest. At the same time, he
fucked in and out of her asshole. He repeated the process
faster and faster.
It came without warning. Her orgasm shot through her body
like a wave of heat surging up from her cunt and through
her brain. Macy saw stars as he continued the pounding of
her ass and pulling her tits. She started rocking her
hips backward to meet his dick as she continued to cum
over and over again.
Macy felt him stiffen behind her then heard a low,
guttural groan. The hot fluid from the tip of his cock
warmed her intestines and sent another orgasm through
Macy. He pumped her asshole two or three more times
before pulling out. Macy almost collapsed on the sink.
In a daze, Macy felt her thong being pushed down to the
floor of the bathroom. Macy automatically stepped out of
her thongs. Macy saw the light go out and heard the door
shut. She turned and threw the bolt causing the light to
return. Macy looked at herself in the mirror.
Her makeup was streaked from her tears. Her hair at some
point had fallen out of its bun. Her skirt was still
punched up around her waist. She could see her swollen
cunt lips and feel the fluid rolling down the insides of
her thighs. She saw drops of cum on the floor and with
another drop hit the floor Macy knew it was leaking from
her ass. Both of Macy's nipples were rock hard and
bruised purple, her entire chest was beet red.
Macy drew in a deep breath as she adjusted her bra
gingerly over her tender breasts. After buttoning her
blouse she sat on the toilet and tried to clean herself
up. It was difficult as she could still feel cum leaking
from her asshole. Macy looked around for her thongs, but
they were nowhere to be found.
"He must have took them," Macy thought.
Macy was not sure what she was going to do. She sat on
the toilet until she do longer heard the dripping of cum
from her ass. Then stood up, straightened her skirt and
tried to fix her hair and makeup. Finally satisfied that
she looked better, Macy glanced down at her watch. She
was had been in the bathroom for almost three hours.
Macy tried to clear her head and exited the bathroom. As
she entered the aisle of the plane, she looked at each
man she passed. It was useless; Macy had no idea who
assaulted her in the bathroom. Even if she could identify
him, Macy knew that she could not claim rape.
"He knew me well, I acted just like a slut, cumming and
fucking him; I even begged for it," Macy thought with a
deepening sadness.
Macy returned to her seat and fell asleep the remainder
of the flight. As she exited the plane and entered the
airport, Macy was glad to see Brad.
"How was your flight?" Brad asked as he kissed Macy on
her red lips.
"An adventure." Macy responded and felt the dampness on
her thighs as she walked, "a big adventure in flight."
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