| This whole thing started with a flat tire. I was driving down the interstate when my car started to weave around. When I pulled over and got out I saw that the back tire had gone flat. I was on my way home from work and the interstate was doing it's normal stop and go routine.
I pulled out my cell phone to call AAA. When I went to use my phone, I got the low battery sign and couldn't make an outgoing call. I was wondering just what I was going to do when a car pulled over.
The driver asked me what was wrong. I told him that I had a flat and that my cell phone was dead. He said he didn't have a cell phone but would drive me to a phone to call someone. I gladly took him up on his offer as I didn't want to be stuck in rush hour on the freeway with no way to get home.
He told me his name was Ted and that he was a wine salesman on his way home. I told him that I loved wine and began discussing the various wines we both liked. We pulled off the interstate and he said I could phone from his house, which was just a few blocks away.
We got to his house and went inside. It was a modest rambler typical for the area. I could tell that he was not married as his house didn't have the usual "women's" touch. He asked me if I would like to try a new wine they were carrying that was going to be the new rage for wine drinkers. I said sure and he brought me a big glass of merlot. The wine was excellent with a nice fruity flavor and no aftertaste. I asked him about the history of the vintage and he told me about how it got into this country from Chile and was rated at about 90 points, which is very excellent wine.
After about 15 minutes I started to get a good buzz from the wine. I told him that I shouldn't drink anymore because it was going to my head, and he just smiled at me. A few minutes later I was feeling pretty drunk and getting sleepy. I told him that I must be getting old because I couldn't hold a glass of wine very well.
He came over and sat down next to me on the sofa and told me that the wine wasn't really the problem. I asked him what that meant and he said the wine had an extra ingredient to make it special. By now I was definitely feeling very groggy and said I didn't understand. He said he put some TPH in the drink along with the wine. I said I didn't know what he was talking about and he said that TPH was a colorless and tasteless drug that make people go to sleep. I was so groggy I didn't understand very well what he was saying. He said that it was also known as the date-rape drug. I understood that and tried to get up, but my legs felt like rubber and I was getting more dizzy and drowsy by the second. He told me told relax. He said he was going to wait until I was asleep and then take my clothes off and fuck me. I tried to get up but he held me down on the sofa. The last thing I remember before I went to sleep was his hand under my skirt and moving up my thighs.
I woke up wondering where I was. I looked around and saw I was in a windowless room with a lot of electronic equipment around me. I tried to move but saw that I was strapped down to a table that was a lot like a doctors examining table. Tom was standing at the end of the table with no clothes on. I looked down for the first time and noticed that I was naked. I asked him what was going on.
Tom said that he liked women my age and type. For the record, I am in my mid-40's with a better than average body. I like to work out and keep my weight down. Tom was at least 10 years younger than me and was built like an athlete.
He said that he especially liked my hairy cunt and was going to put his cock in me and fuck me slowly. He said that he would keep it in my pussy until he made me very wet. I was stunned and didn't know what to say except ask him not to. He laughed and said it was a little late for that.
He took a tube of KY jelly and put it on my pussy lips and into my vagina. The table was situated so that I was forced to keep my legs spread while he put the jelly on my pussy lips. He said that would make it much nicer for me when he put it in. I knew then that I was in trouble and was about to be raped but that there was nothing I could do about it.
He moved closer to me and got ready to put his cock in me. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side. He told me to look at him. When I did and made eye contact, he began to put his cock in me.
I have been with several men in my life, but I have never had a cock as big as Tom's in me before. It was huge and filled my pussy up completely. The look on my face must have reflected this as he laughed and said that this was the best part, seeing a woman's face when he stuck his cock in them.
Once he was in, he didn't start to fuck me right away. He said he wanted to take his time and let me get used to his cock. It was huge. I have never felt so filled in my life. It was like my husband, only twice as large.
He started to slowly pump me and tell me how good my pussy felt. He said that he liked to fuck strangers and that rape was the only way he got to fuck the women he really wanted. He said that women like me weren't interested in men like him so this was the only way he got to try them.
I asked him to stop and told him that I wouldn't tell anyone if he stopped now. He said that my pussy felt so good that he just couldn't do that.
His cock was starting to rub on my "special" spot that my husband occasionally hits. My sex life is less than great. My husband and I call his cock "Old Faithfull" because it goes off 4-5 minutes after we start fucking. I have to really concentrate to have an orgasm before he does, as he usually thanks me and rolls over and goes to sleep once he gets off.
Tom was really taking his time and my pussy was starting to feel pretty good. My instincts were telling me that it is wrong for it to feel good while being raped, but I couldn't help it. His cock was rubbing the one spot that really gets me going. I often put my finger on it when after my husband has gone to sleep after sex to finally get my orgasm.
Tom must have known what I was feeling. He told me to relax and let myself go. He said having an orgasm was very natural. My pussy was only a bunch of nerves that didn't know a husband from a rapist. He said that having an orgasm would be our little secret that no one else would have to know about.
He was fucking me very slowly and I realized that eventually he would make me come whether I wanted to or not. I decided to get it over with and relaxed and started to move with his cock.
I normally have a routine where I slowly reach an orgasmic crescendo by focusing all my energy on my pussy. I did it this time and was surprised at how fast I was approaching orgasm. I was a little scared by this and tried to stop or slow down the rising crescendo of feeling between my legs, but it was no use; I was past the point of no return. Tom apparently knew this and told me to let it go and that he would make sure my pussy got an orgasm it would never forget.
I have never had a multiple orgasm and I'm not sure this was one. I usually come for about 4-5 seconds and this time I came for at least 10-15 seconds. I just laid there and shook. When I thought I was done, I shook some more. I was sweating and breathing like I had just run a couple of miles.
Tom just looked at me and smiled. He said it was time for him to make my pussy wet. He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock as far as he could into me. He said that he was going to make my pussy very wet. I felt his cock throb and knew he was coming. He said that he was filling my cunt with his come and pumped me hard.
I didn't have another orgasm, but felt that "tingle" that women get when a man comes inside them. It was an incredible physical experience, one that I rarely experience.
When he was done he pulled his cock out of me and I could see why if felt the way it did. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen in person. He just smiled and wiped the excess come off the end of it.
He unstrapped me and told me to get dressed and that he would call AAA and drive me back to my car. I asked him what he would do if I called the police. He said that he wouldn't recommend it. He opened a closet door and showed me a camcorder that had recorded the whole thing. He said that if I called the cops he would say that I asked for this. He asked me if I wanted him to show this in court to my husband and family, especially when I had a huge orgasm. I didn't know what to say.
Tom dropped me off at my car. He left me his business card and said to give him a call if I wanted to get together again.
AAA was there within a few minutes to change my tire. I drove home and went in the house. My husband asked me where I had been and I told him that I had a flat tire and that my cell phone was dead. He said he would charge it for me and went to get it out of the car. I didn't know whether to tell him or not, and decided not to. He came back in and asked me how my day went. I started to answer him when I felt a big glob of Tom's come drip out of my pussy and into my pantyhose. I excused myself and went into the bathroom. Tom had left a big load of come in my pussy and it seemed to drip out forever. I went to bed that night without telling my husband about what had happened.
My husband and I made love two nights later. It was part of our twice-monthly ritual on alternate Saturday nights. This time I thought about what had happened earlier in the week. When my husband entered me, I imagined Tom putting his huge cock in me and filling my pussy like no one had ever done before. This time I came within 1-2 minutes with my husband still puffing on top of me. He said I must have been horny to come so soon. He came a minute later and rolled over and went to sleep.
It has been a week now since I was raped. I still haven't decided what to do. Half of me wants to call the police and tell them and my husband what happened that night. The other half of me wants to call Tom and see when we can get together. He really did have the biggest cock I have ever felt in my life.
What is a woman to do?