Every guy I meet has rape phone sex fantasies for me. I swear even guys who do not know me, whom I meet on some innocuous encounter. I was in my soccer mom mode this morning. I had dropped the boys off at school and ran some errands. I went to the grocery store, Barnes and Noble and Starbucks. When I am not high on coke, I am getting crack in a cup from Starbucks. I always assume dudes who work in coffee houses are either gay or into girls their age. Hipsters have never shown much interest in me. The guy working this morning looked like a virgin. He made some sexy milf comment, and I joked that I had underwear older than him. I guess he considered me dismissive and was not at all happy. He somehow found out where I lived and broke in a few hours before I was to go pick my boys up from school. It was like something straight out of a home invasion phone sex call. My husband was at work. I was all alone. I was working my phone sex line, but not on a call when I heard the back door. It was open for the pups to come in and out. I assumed my husband was home early, but it was Ian. Seeing him out of context was alarming. He looked pissed off too. He charged me and pinned me on the floor. He was seething mad that I dismissed him as too young. He ripped my clothes off and shoved fingers in my pussy and ass. Next thing I knew, I was his ass rape porn star. He was shoving his dick in my ass while his fist was in my cunt. I fought but I was no match for a 20 something man. He used me for the longest 30 minutes of my life. I had to pick up my boys looking like I had just been fucked. Smelling like it too.
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