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With my heart fiercely beating in my throat I quickly made up an excuse and quickly hung up the phone. For the next moment I just sat there in my car, waiting until the heavy pounding in my chest slowed down a bit and all kinds of thoughts, feelings and memories rushed through my mind.

It had been more than two years now since we had last spoken to each other and I had just called her in an impulse today, still thinking about our short e-mail contact the day before. I remembered her direct inward dialing number still very well and after some hesitation I had dialed the digits and then just pressed the ‘connect’ button on my car kit.The happy sound of her voice almost answered immediately, even before my hesitating finger could disconnect again. It was her lunch break and she joyfully recognized my voice and we had a long and very nice chat, just like in the old days.
‘She’ was my former colleague.
‘She’ was the girl I, in time, had fallen madly and deeply in love with some years ago.
‘She’ also was the girl for whom I broke up my relationship, even knowingly risking to lose my son.
Oh yeah, I was very deep into her then. More than two years had passed now but it didn’t make me forget her, on the contrary, I still thought about her almost every day. Although I gave up my job to escape her continuous influence and tried to keep ‘radio silence’, she just e-mailed me once every few months with a short and joyful meaningless message that always opened old wounds. She fed, against all the odds, my ever slumbering expectation that something could still happen, hoping she’d brake up and want me after all. Today, due to the very nice e-mail correspondence we had, I had broken my own promise to avoid her and had just dialed her number and called her, while driving back to my office. We had talked and laughed and everything felt so very good again, just like before. I even invited her for lunch some time soon, when I would be around, and she gladly excepted my invitation. Yes, we had to talk en remeness a lot, but then, as our conversation proceeded, she told me things I didn’t expect and definitely didn’t want to hear as well.
We talked about how we had continued our lives since I had left the company and when I had ensured her that my bruised relationship in the mean time had mended and was fine, she unburdened herself that she herself was doing fine but had had a crush on some marine and even almost had left her boyfriend for him. However, just his good looks and well trained body weren’t enough for her to leave her boyfriend, no, not with her little daughter and her baby son now. No, as long as her relationship was fine, she wouldn’t leave Dennes, her boyfriend. That simple confession shocked me and made my heart make a huge leap. The always so very careful Cynthia made a big slip by telling me this, because she met that marine also some years ago during the time of our ‘affaire’ and especially my crush on her.
I knew this for a fact, because she talked to me about her doubts about joining the navy in that time. A ‘friend’ had introduced her there and this ‘friend’ now obviously had meant much more to her. In a split second I realized that I had not been competing only against boyfriend Dennes back then, no I had been competing against this Ramon, the handsome marine as well! And wasn’t there also yet another boy? A player from Dennes’ soccer team? He had ‘massaged’ her back then and Dennes had second thought about that. She convinced me and him that it meant nothing, just a sports massage. It all added up at this moment and I made me feel really sick now. Had I been less than second choice then? Had I put my relationship at risk, my son, my job and my career for her while she knew that I never could stand any chance to ever rally be with her? While I was realizing this I started to sweat and I began to feel very sick in my stomach. Luckily I drove into our parking lot at that moment and I ended our conversation with a phony smile, lying to her that I had reached my client and ‘sadly’ had to hung up on her. My trembling finger pressed the ‘disconnect’ button and there I sat waiting for that sick feeling to lessen and for my heart to slow down again…..

A few weeks passed after our phone contact. The first few long nights I lie awake and everything came back to me, but it seemed now all clear and finally in the right context. I could do nothing but conclude that she had all that time played her game very well on me, just like I always knew she did on everybody else. It was almost funny to know now that, according to her, all those other girls in our office were ‘cheap whores’, because they dressed just to cheap and provocative and that they were to easy on our male colleagues. No, the then still very young and sweet Cynthia was from a totally different level. She was, as she herself also very well knew, very pretty and smart and she definitely showed her pride and virtue. Somehow I had developed a special connection with her and, without anybody expecting something, in the four years we had worked together, more and more grew between us. The breakthrough was when I had assumed that she was just like me; the silent type and I fact not any better then anybody else, but only a real master in keeping up appearances. I told her this and how I thought that she felt inside and it unmistakable had shocked her and stunned myself as well. Surprised as she was she had to admit that I was very right about her. My understanding of her made her drop her defenses for me and let me inside her mind. Only when she became certain I could keep this highly sensitive knowledge about her to myself she started to trust me more and we even became more close and even started to get a bit intimate as well. Now, years later, I had discovered that she even then had shielded her deepest and darkest secrets very well and that she was even more like those other girls as she herself would like to believe.
Damn, how I felt stupid now!
Back then I was so broken hearted and humiliated when I in the end fully chose for my life with her. At that moment she instead just simply turned me down. No, She chose to give her boyfriend his very last chance and wanted to stay ‘just friends’ with me, but it was to late for me to return to that level at that time. I felt miserable for some time, keeping my head up, but as soon as I could I decided to quit my job and left the company and especially her.
I remember how I then fought to save my relationship and my son and how very lucky I was to slowly gain everything back in time. That grievous feeling of rejection in the back in my mind lived on and on however and now, because of our last phone call, it was brought back to life again. After some sleepless nights I started to realize that that the choice I made; to get her out of my life, had been the right one. A life with her could never be a happy one, knowing that nobody could ever own or have her completely. She had much to much secrets of her own to deal with.But only this realization was not the end of it. I felt angry and stupid and my thoughts started to concentrate more and more on getting some kind of satisfaction for all the trouble and abuse I had been through. I wanted to get even and thought about revealing her secrets in a way that she could not cover them up with her beautiful smile or stunning appearance anymore. I wanted to humiliate her and make her feel like I had felt. I wanted even more than just that and I even began to think about paying her a visit to ‘settle the scores’. These thoughts turned me on, but I, considering myself like just a normal guy, didn’t feel capable at all of acting, although all kinds of scenarios kept passing through my mind. I started to make up stories about how I broke into her house, tied her up and then raped her in her own bed and I even put them on the internet.
But in time I even went further than that. I kept the last of my ‘Cealis’ erection tablets, witch I got under prescription for a while during my darker days, aside for her, just in case. This medicine would make my organ so extremely hard that even my girlfriend complained that it felt like someone would poke her inside with a thick broom stick. When I then by coincidence also could get my hands on a strip of Rohypnol tablets the fantasies to really act became much stronger and became into an urge. I hid the tablets, but kept them with me all the time; Just one tablet for her and another one for myself and I then, when everything went all right, I could fuck her until I got really tired of her! Oh yeah, sex would in my opinion be a very good way to end all this, but how?
How would I get her alone and where?
What where her daily routines so I could meet her somewhere?
How could I overpower a girl of witch I knew she had taken self defense classes?
How could I get her to take the Rohypnol tablet?
How could I myself stay unnoticed while observing or attacking her?
I lot of questions crossed my mind the following period….
But even more important, I could not let this ever emerging renewed obsession about her admit to take over my life again now.

Then, pretty soon, that certain Wednesday came….
I had visited one of our clients that happened to keep its office in her residence that day and my appointment ended much earlier as expected. Normally I also follow a training in that part of the country, so because I had some time to kill now I had parked my car in the last row at the large parking lot of the local gym. This gym was the same place of witch I knew that she used to work out her ever so fine body and I even thought that I had spotted her car, or a car just like hers, that day at the parking lot, just a row before mine and next to a large van. I felt like a little boy spying when I parked my car at some distance and after checking if I had my pills with me I started to kill some time by doing some work on my laptop and also keeping an eye on ‘her’ car. The thought that I would maybe really see her again made me nervous and made it impossible to concentrate on my work at all. I only thought about Cynthia, our affair, the way she used me, the trouble I got into, the pain she caused and the settlement I wanted….
Then, after all that time, I suddenly saw ‘my’ Cynthia in real life again.
She turned 26 years now and she still looked stunningly gorgeous as she was walking out of the gym. I held my breath while I finally watched her long golden blond hair again, her slim waist, her nice curves and her so very sexy negro-like behind. I recognized her so characteristic big smile and her small and laughing eyes even from a distance in an instant. She was dressed in her jeans, wearing those hot black boots and a black, slim fit sweater underneath her denim jacket. But she wasn’t alone however. Some guy accompanied her and for sure it wasn’t Dennes her boyfriend; the father of their two children, no, it was a somewhat bigger, muscular and handsome guy and I assumed that it was that Ramon, that marine. He walked alongside her and tried to touch her in a way lovers do, but she repeatedly pushed him away playfully, teasingly and with her so cute and shy smile. I knew that she always was very careful in public and recognized her way of acting, because I had received the same treatment from her back then as well. Walking and laughing, they soon reached his blatant looking car in one of the first rows and after a short conversation she quickly kissed him and then rushed off towards her own little car at the other end of the lot. As the guy’s car loudly drove away Cynthia waved one last time at him and then whilst she had reached her car, she opened the trunk and started to put her sports bag inside. With her bag still half outside of the trunk she suddenly paused when her phone rang. She answered with her backside facing me. She talked and let her fingers meanwhile play through her beautiful blond ponytail.
After all that time there she now suddenly was and she even almost stood there just in front of me, very close and all alone.
A lot of necessary conditions that I had thought about and that left me with questions were I could never get an answer to now came together all at once, just like that!
I can’t recall what came over me at that particular moment and therefore don’t know if it was my hunting instinct, pure insanity, desire, lust, love or rage or maybe all at once, but I remember that I had somehow slipped out of my car and approached her silently from behind.
As I came closer I heard her laughing and talking. Ramon had obvious already called her again, probably trying to arrange another meeting with her. I heard her telling him to keep back a while and that she really had to go and quickly had to collect her kids now and bring them home soon. Still laughing she hung up on him after some kind words and then, before she could turn around, I realized I really had to make my move now…….

After all my planning and thinking I really have to admit that I could never think of any good or realistic scenario at all. Today I just happened to be in the vicinity and only wanted to have a quick look around and even maybe catch a glance of her. But now I was right behind her and really had to act urgently now to stay unseen. After a short hesitation the only thing I could think of was just to give her a real strong push between her shoulder blades.
So I did and she lost her balance and fell headlong into the back of her small hatchback while her phone fell on the ground. With one hand I quickly grabbed her golden blond ponytail at the base and strongly pushed her face down into the boot of her car. I pushed my knee between her legs to secure her position, pressing her shin-bones painfully against the rear bumper. Meanwhile my other hand started to reach for the strip of Rohypnol in my pocket and after some struggle I managed to press a tablet free from the blister pack. I tried to feed her the tablet, but she spit it out a few times.
I strengthened my grip at her hair and pressed her more forcefully down with her stomach onto the edge of the boot of her car. I really started to hurt her badly now and she opened her mouth to scream. Before she could make any real noise I had pressed the tablet as deep into her throat as I could and then shut her mouth with the palm of my hand. She coughed and gargled, but I noticed that she had finally swallowed it.I st ll needed all my strength to keep her pressed down and quickly looked around the area. Her car was at the back of the parking lot and between the gym and us the large van was parked that blocked all visibility. Behind us was the final row of cars and then came a concrete sound screen, shielding us from the busy motorway behind. As long as no car would come, or the van would move, no one could see us. I waited and waited while Cynthia struggled to regain her balance, but without success. My knee kept pressing fiercely into her fine warm crotch and made it impossible for her feet to get some grip.
Her head was at the bottom of the trunk and in a awkward position and the pain in her hair, shin-bones and her stomach made her crazy. Luckily the drug I gave her started to kick in sooner as I had expected. Her workout had made her hungry and tired and the stress of her sudden attack made her heart beat fast and so her blood rushed through her veins quickly distributing the strong tranquilizer I gave her. I felt how her resistance just suddenly fainted in an instant she seemed drunk and drowsy. I loosened my grip and than lifted her up and managed to get her inside the boot of her own car. I took her keys and put her stuff at the backseat. Then I picked up her phone and removed the battery. Within twenty minutes after I had attacked her so brutally she was now unconscious and covered up in the back of her own car, totally unaware of who had overpowered her.
But what to do now?

I started her car and drove off with no particular goal in mind and soon I started to panic, realizing that what I just had done was not just a game and no fantasy, but a really serious crime. Although she had fooled and used me for so long, although she made me wreck my own life, although she taunted me, challenged me and insinuated all kinds of naughty things ‘we’ could do together, no judge in this world would obviously make any exception for me If I ever got caught for this. I, the normal and ever so obedient simple guy, had just kidnapped and drugged a person and now honestly wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible and run, just dump her somewhere and forget the whole thing!
It took me some time to regain my self-control. Finally my senses came back and I knew that so far everything had just worked out fine and this was an and would maybe also be the only opportunity to ever get even with her. I validated my determination to pay her back by swallowing my last Cealis now and decided how to proceed. I remembered that in the middle console of my car there were a lot of keys. Some of them were mother keys of office buildings that belonged to a particular owner who gave us these keys to enable us to do all kinds of maintenance works. One of the buildings that I had a key from was a small, somewhat older and unused office block and it was really close to the gym as well. In fact, it was just across the motorway, so I turned the car around and drove over there. At the back, inside the building, there was small warehouse from a former distribution center and it made it possible to hide the car inside and get in unseen. By car it took ten or fifteen minutes to get there, because I had to cross the motorway a few block away. With the pedestrian tunnel nearby however I was back at my own car in about five minutes. I took the keys I needed and phoned the training facility and informed that I could not make it this evening. Then I returned to the office building.

I opened the large door and drove Cynthia’s little car into the warehouse. I carried the now heavily unconscious body of Cynthia and her bag inside and used the elevator to get to the top floor, where the owner of this place had furnished a part of the office as a sort of a showroom, to make it easier to let the offices. The office had nice carpeting on the floor, an area with a large L-shaped lounge couch, some desks with phony plastic computer screens and some artificial plants. I laid Cynthia down on the couch and threw her bag on the floor beside her. Then I sat down myself. As I watched her laying there my stress slowly started to fade away and my arousal started to take its place. Damn, she sure still was a real fine looking woman, even vast asleep. My hands started to touch Cynthia’s beautiful and peaceful sleeping body. I rolled her sweater up until it revealed her bellybutton. I could see her well trained and slim muscular belly and the scar of the cesarean that the birth of her little daughters left behind, almost two year ago. I bent over and licked her belly, smelling her nice odour. She had taken a shower at the gym and tasted and smelled clean. I rolled her sweater up a bit more, until I saw the outline of the tasteful pure white see-through lace bra that held her fine, small breasts. I could kiss and lick more of her slim and exposed belly now. My dick became rock hard and was painfully trapped inside my pants now, so I took my pants and my short quickly completely off. Then I removed Cynthia’s denim jacket and pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her exposed in her sexy bra now. I climbed on the couch and sat down on her with my hot erected dick resting against her stomach and I began to kiss her lips while a bit of my precum already spilled on her stomach. While kissing her I removed her bra and started to knead her fine rounded tits with both hands, occasionally pinching her small, but hard swollen nipples. Cynthia’s small firm breasts soon got all of my attention and I started to lick, suckle and kiss them long-winded. She tasted and felt good, but it also felt as if my hart kept pumping more and more blood into my organ, increasing its already remarkable size. For quite a while there really was no need for me to use those pills anymore. Normally I had taken only half a pill, but I had taken the last one as a whole now just to be able to perform as long and as lasting as possible. As hard and as swollen as my dick now was I had never felt or seen it. It really insisted on some action soon! I removed her so horny boots and then her socks. Slowly I opened the buttons of her jeans, one by one and then I let my hand slide in between her jeans and panties. I felt that she wore a very small pair of G-strings, also in thin lace that probably matched her bra. My hands also felt the contours of her apparently bold pussy lips. Between her legs she felt soft and hot. Slowly I started to peel of her jeans now. When I removed it from her ankles I put her boots back on her feet again and quickly fetched my digital camera to make some nice shots of her this way. The vulnerable Cynthia just lay there, almost naked, in her tiny white G-string and with her long black boots on, ready to get brutally raped soon….

I moved her to the far end of the couch with her buttocks just half on the pillow and her legs over the edge with her feet on the ground. I opened her legs a bit and kneeled down in front of her. With my face just above her hot looking white panties I slowly started to take them off of her. Slowly the smooth shaven crack of her cunt revealed itself more and more in front of my eyes. I observed from up close how the thin white lace came out from between her warm moist pussy lips and how, in the end, the thin strap at the backside left from between her buttocks. When the tiny white cloth passed her knees I let go of it and it fell on top of the shafts of her boots. I then made her open her legs a bit further and could smell her crack even better now. Her small and evenly shaped pussy was nice and clean. No strange looking bits were sticking out, only just the darker red edges of her slightly bigger inner pussy lips. I real nice pussy she had. I pushed her legs further apart until her string became stretched between her boots and then I started to greedily eat the gorgeous pussy that I had so often fantasized about while I had been masturbating myself, thinking about her. Her moist gender tasted watery, clean, fresh and a bit salty and sour. Gently I suckled the fleshy little tent in witch her clitoris was still hidden and to my surprise I noticed how her body reacted to my oral stimulation. Slowly, but surely her little clit began to swell in my mouth. My gentle suckling became sucking until it was fully erected and deep in my mouth. Thirsty to taste even more of her fine, twelve years younger cunt I now also spread her pussy lips open wide and let my tongue dive as deep as it could into her so very appealing cavity. I ate and ate her pussy and all the time I still had a feeling that my dick kept on swelling and swelling. If I wasn’t going to fuck her real soon now it would probably just burst.

I ended my oral business with a bad grace and pulled Cynthia on the couch again. I removed the little white string from one leg en came to lay down on top of her. Slowly the deep purple and so very hard swollen head of my dick approached the soft pink entrance to the so heavenly cunt I had just had eaten so intensely. With just a little bit of pressure I pushed against her pussy and because of the extreme stiffness of my dick and the relaxed state in witch my deeply drugged victim was, my head gained easily access to Cynthia’s, so often desired, intimate inside. I looked at her sweet face, while I slowly entered her pussy deeper and deeper. Before my balls touched her belly, my dick’s head obviously pressed against the mouth of her uterus, of witch I knew that it could be sensitive for a women. Still not able to believe that my dick was now actually completely inside the girl that I had craved for for so many years I kept looking up and down from my dick to her pretty face for some while.
Then I started to fuck her.
Slowly and with long strokes my dick went in and out of her vagina. Her own fluids made my unprotected dick shine, every time I pulled it backwards. I kissed her, licked her titties a bit and then set of for a really good fuck. With large strokes I let my dick pound deep inside her. As my balls slammed against her buttocks, my dick’s head also rammed against the mouth of her uterus. Even in her drugged state I heard her softly moan and groan as my dick battered her deepest inside, but I didn’t care for her, I just wanted my payback now and I really enjoyed the way in witch I was so gruesome raping her now. I finally fucked that cunt that she had used to seduce me so often and I must have fucked her for at least an hour. Nice and gentle strokes through her hot and wet cavity were changed into faster, very deep and painful poundings and back. Then, before I even had a chance to postpone it, my orgasm hit me. My balls contracted suddenly heavily and I knew a large load of semen was already on its way. I pulled my dick back and felt the inside of my shaft burning, while my cum came rushing through it at very high pressure. As soon as my head emerged from Cynthia’s cunt I could only just adjust the angle of my erection a bit and a few large spurts of my thick, white sperm left my head already, shooting over her mount Venus. These first spurts landed on and between Cynthia’s small tits. As the following, smaller and less powerful bits of my ejaculation fell onto her stomach and just above her mount Venus, the first large spurt already flowed like a small, white river of cum into her neck. To my surprise my wet and still cum dripping dick didn’t relax, but stayed as stiff as it was. With my head I smeared my cum out over her belly. The cum on her chest and in her neck I left alone for now, because I knew she would hate this. I relaxed and looked at my in my cum drenched victim and realized that if my dick had had an average of a stroke up in down her nice vagina that lasted one and a half second, I had in the last hour fucked her at east 2.400 times! This quick math could not make me withhold a satisfied smile.
My dick kept it stiffness still, so I put it back into her pussy to fuck her some more, increasing the just calculated number of fuck-revelations.
Unfortunately she was drugged, because I would have loved her reaction now as she would discover she was all covered in sticky cum, my cum!

I fucked and fucked her on and on as long as I could, but after a while I really had to take a brake myself, so I withdrew and left her on the couch. I took a break and concentrated on the insides of her bag now, where I found here sports stuff and her purse. Between her used workout clothes I found some panties. The first one was a Bjorn Borg, dark red type of sport panties with, in her crotch, a narrow and vague white mark of dried up excretion visible. The other one, that she probably wore before she went to the gym today, was a small and sexy G-string. Simple and black and it had a clearly visible large pale white ‘snail-trail’ in the middle of her crotch. Damn, had she been wet today? Was this the result of naughty thoughts or an unfaithful visit to that Ramon? I took both the undergarments from the bag and kept them with me. She also had a bottle of some kind of isotonic energy drink with her and I could really use it now. While I enjoyed my drink I looked through the towels, bra’s, clothes, shampoos and other stuff in her bag. Then I checked her purse with her personal stuff. Her little address book contained a lot of contacts and even a few named ‘Ramon’. Like a real spy I photographed the pages and especially the page where a ‘Ramon’ was marked in a particular way. I found some pictures of her truly really lovely kids and quietly promised them to get them their mum back soon, but only after I would finish my personal business with her. I finished my drink and luckily my dick had relaxed enough so I could take a piss as well.

When I finished my break and returned from the restroom I dragged Cynthia to the far end of the couch again. In the pantry I had wetted her smaller towel and I used it to remove the big splatters and smeared out bits of cum from her. Then I laid her on her stomach with her knees on the floor, so she sat there kneeling down herself and her fine rounded ass pointed back- and upwards. Only the look of that cute exposed ass and due to the Cealis I’d taken my dick quickly regained its extreme stiffness again. I knelt down with my knees between her boots and again, but from behind now, I let my hard pole enter her pussy and I continued fucking her, holding on to her hips. I knew I could get even much deeper inside her now and I would probably really hurt, maybe even damage her inside. Usually, with my former girlfriends, I was always held back from entering them to deeply. They would warn me if I did, or put their hands between their buttocks and my belly to stop me from getting to deep inside of them. Unrestrained I could now drive my cock as deeply and as forcefully as I desired into a cunt. The best thing was that this was not just any cunt, but this happened to be also Cynthia’s very nice cunt; a young cunt, a by many men desired cunt, and definitely a very delicious cunt! As I entered her and I got really deep now her moaning increased and also became much stronger and started to sound even more grievous as well. I knew my pleasure really caused her serious pain now, but I fucked her hard and deep from behind. Her chemically enforced deep sleep got noticeably disturbed now. In a rush of anger, while I remembered the pain and trouble she caused me, I even fucked her really fierce and fast for some time, with my dick pounding the mouth of her uterus really hard. Although she was sleeping she almost screamed when I raped her this hard. Regaining my senses I eased off a little and played with her still a bit cum-sticky breast for a while. Then I withdrew and aimed for that other entrance; that entrance that became visible like a pale little pink star when I spread her buttocks; that entrance about witch she in the past made very clear she would never allow anyone access to…

First my finger massaged her anus a while. Helped with a bit of her own fluid, largely available in the nearby and very wet crack between her own legs, the tip of my finger slipped slowly inside. Man, this felt tight! Her pussy had felt good, but hadn’t feel very tight to me but fit me more like a glove. But her anus was really tight. Watching my finger inside her so forbidden arse turned me even more on and made my heartbeat increase in such a way that I got the feeling that my dick swell even more now. It was like my now even higher blood pressure tried to stiffen it even extra now to make it easy for me to invade her ass any minute now. I removed my finger and pushed the tip of my hard pole against the little pale pink star and with both hands I forcefully pulled her buttocks apart, spreading her anal seem as widely as possible. I build up some more pressure against her ‘back door’. The star first got pushed inwards and then, under influence of the increasing pressure, it opened a bit and then suddenly the head of my dick sank a bit inwards. Even more pressure was needed to push the wide base of my head though the narrow opening of Cynthia’s little asshole. I grabbed her by her hips and pushed harder, while I could see how the tension on her sphincter increased. Then, suddenly, my dick just sank more than halfway inside her fine tight ass. A few pumping motions up en down were enough to insert the rest of my full length of dick inside the hot feeling arse of my former colleague. As I roughly forced my way inside I again heard her disturbed and restless moaning. Deep inside she knew that something was very wrong, but she was still to powerless to understand or act at this moment. Deep inside her was also me and the fucking of Cynthia continued. The counter that registered the number of strokes was reset and now started to count the number of fucking-motions in this very tight cavity.

Fucking Cynthia in her tight arse was a really indescribable sensation. The inside of her ass was hot and I felt as if my dick almost burned inside. My foreskin was so tightly pulled backwards every stroke forwards, that, although my erection tablet had made me more senseless than normal, I could noticeably feel my head scrape along her insides. I had to withdrew a few times from her ass and then fucked her shortly in her still wet cunt to get my dick lubricated with her own fluids before I inserted it into her arse again. After repeating this a few times her arse was accessible enough for me to really enjoy her tight hole and I could now easily fuck her without having to hold on to her hips. On and off I played with her titties now, I grabbed her nice golden hair or spanked her nice behind. The sensation of moving my erection through her bowels was so big that another orgasm couldn’t be put off very long. Again it came heavily and again it came quick. I withdrew in time en this time, while my so heated dick rested between her cool buttocks, I sprayed my substantial second load of cum over her back. My balls had produced less cum than before, but still quite a lot. A few long spurts of my liquid ‘pearls’ landed on her spine and between her shoulder blades. As I came the room became black and little starlets danced before my eyes. My knees felt weak and goose bumps and cold sweat covered my intense reacting body. While my dick finally weakened a bit, the rest of my orgasm slowly leaked from my dick and spilled over her ass. For the second time the always so dignified Cynthia was drenched in cum, my cum…..

My dick lost it strength a bit now after an considerable state of service this day. After this last orgasm I was really exhausted now and my lower body made it very clear to me that it had performed above its regular maximum. I sat down in the comfortable chair beside Cynthia and satisfied I took another good look at her again. O yeah, I had really fucked her long and good now. Pitifully she wasn’t awake to ‘enjoy’ it as much as I did, but her fine unconscious body had provided me with enough pleasure however. But just pleasure wasn’t enough though, no, her slight inconvenience so far should be a real punishment for what she had done to me. I took another piss at the men’s room and as I returned and, while staring at her cum covered back, drank the last bit of her energy drink, my dick started to stiffen again just because of the looks at her so exposed naked behind. Now I knew why my doctor had prescribed me ‘Cealis’ over ‘Viagra’. Half I pill normally was enough for a nice weekend, but now I had taken the last one as a whole and it made the blood valves in my dick open and my still fast beating heart pumped my dick really stiff again in an instant. I kneeled down again and inserted my chemically generated and I little less sensitive erection in Cynthia’s vagina another time. There was no pre-cum at the top for lubrication and also Cynthia’s wetness had decreased, so entering her was a bit harder now.
A large degrading lump of spit between her legs had to ease the way in of my purple swollen head. Again I started fucking her. Now my lust and hornyness had lessened I recall that I felt angry and now only wanted to fuck her hard and deep, causing her pain. She moaned and slowly she turned her head sideways. As I saw her face I noticed that she had opened her eyes a bit and looked thoughtless, her face showing her agony. I kept fucking her, relying on the drug I gave her to last. Then, after a while I withdrew and started to slap her buttocks real hard. I gave her a lashing, until they where red. I’d never hit a woman before, only a gentle tap on the back, but this really loosened the evil guy in me as I hit her with force. I stopped and removed the dried up cum from her back and then lay her on her backside again. Another huge lump of spit hit her vagina and the sore way of having intercourse with the unfaithful Cynthia continued. I fell no urge to come and there was no orgasm in reach, but I just kept on pumping my hard dick up and down through her cunt. Fucking was just fucking now, nothing more, but I kept on going. When I just lost the lust and the strength to fuck her at all I stopped, although my dick kept on staggering. Counting on the drug i gave her to loose its power soon now I decided that I would be better to get her dressed again. I took the white G-string that still dangled between one of her ankles and gave her her Bjorn Borgs on. I didn’t take the trouble of giving her her bra back and as good and as bad is it went I managed to get her dressed again, occasionally stopping because my hands just got lost between her legs many times, giving in to my desires to finger her pussy a while. Finally, in exception to the chosen souvenirs and the cum-evidence containing towel, I put all of her stuff back in her sports bag. I managed to get her down again and in the darkness of the hallway I gave her another rough finger fuck treatment before I brought her back to her car.
Then, when I put her bag in her trunk I just had to do a very last sexual act to her.
My fatigued dick already became stiff again by the thought that crossed my mind, so why not try…

I put her in front of her car and made her bent over the hood forwards. I opened the doors and used both front seat belts to tie her wrists so she could not slide from the smooth body of her own car. I unbuttoned her jeans again and took them and her Bjon Borgs down until just below her knees. Then I opened my pants and gave her a last good fuck from behind, including her sweet and tight arsehole. Cynthia’s drug was starting to loose its spell and she gradually woke up a bit while my dick battered her insides roughly for the last time. Her moaning became crying and it echoed through the emty warehouse, expressing her agony. Finally she really experienced her punishment and that gave a whole new dimension to this whole experience. I fucked her pussy deep and hard and inserted my dick repeatedly fiercely into her tight, but during this evening also deep red swollen arsehole. She moaned and cried in agony and even softly started begging for her ordeal to stop. Then, when I spotted a little blood on my dick, I could finally stop.

I freed her up and, just in case, blindfolded her and laid her on the backseat of her car. Quickly I checked the surroundings of the office block, but all was dark and deserted. I opened the door and drove the car to the other end of the industrial zone where I parked it between some sea containers. I helped the drowsy and confused Cynthia behind the wheel an after some last firm touches of her breasts beneath her sweater I shut her car door and left. Quickly I got out of sight and I slipped away between the containers and warehouses in this industrial zone. During my short walk to the parking lot I got rid of the cum stained towel in some dustbin. Finally I reached my car, got in and drove off. My heart was beating fast, but as soon as I was on the motorway and left town I started really to relax again. I had had a really good fuck and she definitely received a real good fuck as well. She was damaged and must really feel sore down there a while I guessed. I felt satisfied and somehow also peaceful, in spite of the gruesome act I had committed.
Now time will have to tell if this is going to give me the closure I need…..

Farewell Cynthia….