Realising, if he dressed as a woman and pretended to be trans, Russ goes on a raping spree.
Russ realised he had been missing a trick. He heard a conversation on the radio discussing the outrage that male cross dressers were allowed to used the female lavatories in bars and restaurants. A string of successful assaults under his belt dressed as a man, he thought he could increase his opportunities dressed as a woman. Tall, with a slender build, it would be able to pull off looking female. He bought a wig and visited charity shops for clothes. He quickly realised though that wearing old women’s clothes was not for him. Instead he went online and bought slinky mini dresses and skirts that showed off his legs and worked on toning up so he could pull off the look. In fact, despite being fifty years of age, his boyish looks worked for him dressed as a woman.
On his first day out on the prowl, dressed in a blue velvet mini dress and black heels, he moved around the city looking for a target. A clothes fetishist, the same rules would apply as for his previous attacks. A woman in leather, satin or plastic, but must be a skirt or dress, something that could give easy access for what he wanted to do. A woman caught his eye, a beautiful blonde in her late thirties. Sitting alone at a table outside a bar drinking a white wine, wearing a red leather mini skirt and taking selfies, he looked on from across the pavement, his cock twitching as he imagined taking what he wanted from her. Watching as she posed, not always smiling but sometimes holding her mouth open, looking like a sex doll, he imagined fucking her pretty face. He just needed to pluck up the courage to approach her as a woman and ask to sit at the table, it was the only one not full and could use the desire to sit in the sunshine as an excuse. As he made his way to her a younger woman sat down with her. The family resemblance made it obvious it was her daughter. The desire to fuck both of them was intense but she looked far less approachable and, ideally, one on one was going to work better if an opportunity arose.
Disgruntled, he moved on, precum dripping from his hard cock strapped to the top of his thigh in the tights he had on under his dress. He walked round and round the town finding plenty of suitable victims but not finding any opportunities until he looked over the road as a woman, armed with huge shopping bags, and dressed in a blue satin skirt that sat three or four inches above the knee, entered a public house. The sun shone on her rotund buttocks in the skirt that tightly hugged them and that was it. There was one issue though, it appeared she was with her son. He pondered the situation for a moment then made his way over the road.
To his amazement the pub was full. She had chosen a four seater table and was already at the bar. He went to the toilet and got himself a drink then, moving towards them as they looked at the shopping they’d bought, he apologised and asked he could sit at their table as there were no others free. The son, being very polite, immediately said yes. His mother shot him a stare, not knowing what was joining them, a man dressed as a woman, a woman, pre-op, post-op transsexual? “Er, sure” she said, looking up at him, feeling very unsure of the situation. As he thanked them and sat down they put their shopping away and starting talking to him. The general chit chat soon changed to curiosity of what he was. “I’ve always felt in touch with my feminine side” he said, in as camp a voice as he could put on, “so i started dressing and working with make up”. “Well, you pull it off very well” said the woman and the conversation took off from there.
It was working. There was no way this woman would have let a straight looking male join their table and start talking to them, but as a woman the situation was different. As she got up to use the rest room Russ analysed the situation from his angle. Close up the face wasn’t all that, not unattractive but not ugly and certainly belied her 45 years, her body was great though. Shapely legs, great tits and that ass! His cock was rock hard as he watched her return to the table, her skirt sliding nicely up her thighs as she sat. In the mean time he’d chatted with her thirteen year old son who appeared to be gay. When he went to the loo, Russ discussed this with his mother. “Yeah, I’ve kind of guessed as he’s got older. I mean, how many straight thirteen year olds want to come out shopping with their mother when they could be playing football with their mates, or the Playstation? He’s great though, always picks great stuff out for me. “Let’s have a look then” he asked, and the pair rooted through the bags of leather dresses and skirts, tight fitting tops and high heeled boots. “Oh yes” said Russ, “he clearly has a good eye for fashion”.
The three chatted for a couple of hours and then Lynn looked at her watch. “Shit Jack, the car. We’ve only got five minutes”. “Shall I come with, in case you don’t make it? Then I could give you a lift home if you need it?” Russ suggested. “Oh, what a darling you are, thank you. Let’s go” she replied. In the rush she failed to notice a young lad at the table opposite taking pictures of her on his phone, getting some spectacular upskirts as she splayed her legs reaching for her bags. Russ looked at him and winked.
The three rushed to the car park as quick as they could, two of them in high heels. “Shit!” exclaimed Lynn, seeing the barrier down and her car, the only one in the otherwise deserted car park. “Shit. Shit Shiiiiiit!” “Oh well, let’s get our other bags from the car then Jack, if Russ here won’t mind giving us a lift home?” “Not a problem” he said, trying to guage what to do next to take advantage of the situation. Deliberately leaving some bags at the entrance, he walked with them to their car. Reaching it, Lynn looked over and saw the bags. “Oh, best not to leave them there. Jack, run over and get them please?” she said, as Russ apologised.
As he walked over to get them Russ reached into his jacket, grabbing his knife. Lynn opened the boot and leant in. Her car was placed away from a light, but one across the car park allowed just enough to shine on the satin skirt tightly caressing her ass as she bent over. That was it, his cock was hard as rock. Filled with adrenalin he came behind her. She felt his erection press into her and attempted a scream, as he placed his hand over her mouth, his other hand raising a knife to her neck. “Don’t fucking move!” he exclaimed. She tried to struggle but he just pushed her head into the boot. “Scream and I’ll slice you” he said, pushing the back of the knife against her flesh.
She wanted to scream but fear or shock, or maybe fear and shock, took over. Even as Jack approached the car she felt powerless to speak. Jack, seeing his mum bent over with the man he thought so nice pushing up her skirt, froze. He dropped the bags and watched in shock as the man lifted up his mini dress, ripped his tights open, freed his huge cock and started smearing pre cum over the back of his mother’s satin panties, ahead of slashing them off her. Then he gasped, open mouthed, as he watched the man’s huge length disappear up into her. With the knife still in one hand, Russ gripped her waist and thrust violently in and out of the woman. Looking over at Jack he spotted he had a hard on. “Ha” he laughed, “your son’s got a boner, think he likes my dick”. “Ugh” sighed Lynn as the huge cock furiously filled and stretched her. Tears streamed from her eyes as, not only was she being violated, but her son was getting turned on by the violator.
She felt the cock retract from her cunt and sighed. “He must be done” she thought to herself. However, that view was a little premature as she then felt the cock head push in at her sphincter. “No! No please, I don’t take in there” she begged. “Jack, pl… please stop him. Do anything”. Her face pushed into the depths of the boot, she was unable too see her son, who was now standing there with his cock in his hand, gently rubbing himself. “Jack’s a little busy to come and help you” laughed Russ. “Hey?” she replied. “Well, the horny gay fucker is wanking himself off looking at my big dick going in and out of your ass. I bet he’d want me to fuck him in his ass. Don’t worry though, I’m straight. Your tight hole is all I need.
Tears of pain streamed from the sides of her eyes, up into her hair, as he gripped her ever tighter and jack hammered her ass. Reaching up, he mauled her tits with his free hand. “I’ve got to fuck these fat titties” he said, reaching up for her hair, grabbing some in his fist, pulling her out of the boot and pushing her to her knees. “Jack!” she screamed, looking over at him stroking his huge cock. “Not a bad size is he? He’ll make the men very happy” laughed Russ, as he grabbed her jumper in his fist and gently ripped it with his blade until her tits in a silver satin and lace bra were clearly visible. “Mmm… look at them. How many guys have fucked them, bitch?” He asked. Lynn wept as she thought back to how many men she had pleasured in the past using her breasts, and now this thug was going to help himself.
Placing his knife in the centre of the bra, he slit the material. The fleshy mounds jiggled as they celebrated their freedom. Still with a knife in one hand, he placed his cock in between them. “Wank me off with them!” he demanded, and Lynn gently placed a hand on each breast, rubbing them up and down his shaft, glistening her flesh with his precum. “Faster bitch!” he shouted, as he started thrusting in and out of them. “Uhhhhh, I’m ready to blow” he said calmly. Putting the knife in the boot, he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth hard and fast, before pulling out wanking in her face. “Not my face please, cum on my tits” she begged. “Fuck off bitch, I’ll cum where I want” he laughed. “Don’t fuck my arse, don’t come in my face. I bet you’re a bore in bed, despite this bangin’ body you like to show off. Bet your fella’s fuckin’ all sorts if you won’t fuck him right” he scoffed.
Jack came close to watch the attacker cum on his mother. He stood wanking as Russ let out a long groan and let his first wad fly out, straight into her face, traversing from her chin, up over her nose, her right eye and up into her hair. The next shot over her left cheek, the next her nose, then her chin, the rest just showered over her mouth and cheeks until he was spent. As he laughed, he looked over at Jack. “Hey pussy boy, wanna jack off, Jack, as i stroke my dick over your mum some more?” “I” he replied, “I… wanna fuck her too!” WHAT?” Russ replied. “What? Jack?” said Lynn. “She’s the only woman I wanna fuck. I fancy her so much. I even jack off on her clothes when she’s out”. Lynn thought back to the dry white smear stains she’d seen on her clothes in the past, imagining she hadn’t wiped her husband’s sperm up properly, despite thinking that she had.
As she knelt open mouthed in shock, oblivious to her kneeling on the tarmac of the car park, Russ reached in for the knife. Grabbing it, then the woman’s hair and dragging her to her feet, he forced her over the boot again and ushered Jack to come forward and fuck his mother. “I’m sure this won’t take long if he’s fancied you all these years” laughed Russ, as Jack went straight for her ass hole. Gripping her tightly, he ploughed away as his mother sobbed into the depths of the boot, jizz sliding off her face. Jack was like a machine, pummelling her ass. “Stop. Give me your phone” said Russ. Jack passed it over unlocked and Russ took pictures of him fucking his mum.
The anal pounding took a good seven minutes before she came herself, squitting her juices over his balls. “Oh yes!” he exclaimed, realising what his mate had told him about his mate’s brother making a girl cum by fucking her in the ass. He kept on banging away before quickly stopping and pulling her skirt back down over her buttocks, then squirting his copious load over and over again on to the blue satin, as Russ took more pictures.
“Nice one lad” he whispered into his ear. “I’ve stuck my number in your Whatsapp, send me them later”. With that, he walked off into the darkness.
Feeling full of guilt, Jack tried to help his mother out of the boot. “Don’t you touch me!” she screamed, walking off with her arms folded across her chest, trying to hold the ripped jumper together as she looked for a police station. As she turned the corner she passed a kebab shop where a gang spotted her through the window. More importantly they noticed the back of her skirt. “Ey love!” said one, as the group of lads gave chase…
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The next week he was out again, looking for prey. Dressed in a green leather mini dress with a zip up the middle, he was ready for action. A skinny, long haired brunette caught his eye, having coffee in the sunshine. In a short black PVC skirt and black tights, she filled his cock with lead. He was just about to approach when her male friend arrived and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Bastard!” he mumbled under his breath, imagining her skinny legs spread for his gratification.
He walked along the road of bars that he’d visited the week before and suddenly noticed the blonde he’d seen previously. Like the previous week, she sat there drinking white wine, taking selfies. Dressed in a frilly white blouse and a black leather mini skirt with sheer tights, she was doing all the poses. “Fuck me, you love yourself” Russ thought to himself. “If I can’t have you, I want your phone. Your public selfies are worth masturbating over, what must your private pictures look like?” Daughter or no daughter, she was the only one sitting alone at the full set of tables. He had to strike while his iron was hot, very hot indeed. “Excuse me” he asked, causing her to look up from her phone, “There are no tables in the sunshine left. May I join you on this one please?” The woman, Gisele, always interested in talking to people, agreed and invited him to sit.
Unbelievably the pair hit it off, although she explained clearly she would never date a man who dresses as a woman. The wine flowed and Russ noticed that she was getting more and more inibriated, which was perfect for his plan. Her speech getting progressively slurry, he suggested he see her home. “That sounds like a good idea” she replied. “Would you mind? I only live round the corner”. He agreed and helped her on to her feet. Allowing her to hold on to him, the pair made their way to her house.
After scratching all the woodwork around the lock she finally managed to open the door and promptly fell into the hallway. Russ helped her up and she announced she was bursting for the loo. He made his way to the lounge and took in all the photos of her and her daughter. He pulled his phone out and took photos of them to jack off to later. They made a pretty pair. He imagined the pair either side of him, sucking his dick. His erection returned.
“Let’s have another” said Gisele, coming downstairs to the kitchen. A previously opened bottle of white was pulled from the fridge and she poured two large glasses. “Cheers!” she said, almost smashing her glass into his. “Cheers!” he replied, thinking this would just be perfect to render her immobile. She downed it really quickly then tripped over some books by the coffee table, sending her flying over the edge of the couch. That was it. His raging cock couldn’t take any more, seeing her leather clad ass bent over was too much. He got behind her. She felt his hardness press into her right buttock. “No, hey!” she mumbled/ “What the…?” Quickly he pulled a cable tie from his jacket and bound her hands behind her, then pulled the zip down his dress and tore open his tights, freeing his member to stand proud. Smearing his precum over the back of her skirt, he pushed it up into the small of her back. Getting on his knees, he buried his face between her legs, smelling her nectar before fingering the gusset of her tights.
He rubbed and rubbed at her crotch until she started to become wet, then plunged in two fingers, punching a hole in the material. She was wearing a thong which allowed easy access to her cunt. She kept moaning for him to stop but that was not an option, in fact he just built up speed making her wetter and wetter. Next she heard the tearing of her tights and the fresh air hitting her buttocks, followed by the snapping of her thong. “NO! Please stop!” she screamed as she felt his huge length push in to her. Grabbing her hips tightly he fucked her cunt hard and fast. Tears streamed from her eyes as not only was she being violated but his long, fat shaft was hurting her inside. He pulled out and moved to her face. Picking her head up by her hair, he tried to get his dick in her mouth but she pursed her lips. He yanked her hair hard causing her to scream, allowing him entry.
Holding her head and fucking it, he looked over at a huge picture of her daughter looking very pretty. She looked up to see him staring at it and knew he was imagining fucking her. A tear dripped down her cheek. “Thank goodness she’s out tonight” she thought to herself. “Get up!” he commanded her, and he pulled her up by her hair, and led her around the couch allowing her to sit down. Hands still tied behind her back she found it uncomfortable to sit, not that he cared. “I wanna see these tits!” he exclaimed, getting on his knees between her legs and tearing open her blouse. Buttons flew across the lounge such was the furiosity of his tearing, and he licked his lips as he saw her huge breasts in a black lacy bra. Snapping that in half, he buried his head between them and started licking and sucking them, tweaking her nipples roughly.
Then he straddled her and she looked up at him, this horror of a man dressed as a woman. “You disgust me!” she shouted. Russ just laughed as he placed his length between her tits and squeezed them in to it. After availing himself of a tit wank, he forced her back up by her hair, spun her round and pushed her back down on her belly. “Oh no, fuck off” she said into the seating of the gold velvet couch, just knowing that her anus was the only thing yet to be violated. “You’ve got a great arse, shame to waste it” he said, pushing his cock head at her anus. Slowly he pushed in. “Agh, agh agh” she moaned, as he started to fill her ass hole.
Fully in, he grabbed her hips firmly once more and fucked her ass hard. It was while he was balls deep, his sack bashing into her cunt, that the sound of a key in the door was heard. A look of shock filled Gisele’s face. “Oh no!” she murmered into a cushion. “Hiiiiiii!” came a young, vibrant voice from the hallway. Russ pulled out quickly and headed for the door. “Sophie, run!” her mother shouted. Seeing the tall man, wearing an open dress with his huge cock sticking out from a pair of ripped tights, she screamed and turned for the door. Just as she got to it he reached into the air and grabbed for her long blonde hair. “Yes!” he shouted, grabbing it and yanking her back. Sophie squealed as he dragged her backwards into the lounge where her mother now sat facing forward, too drunk to really stand up. She continued screaming as she took in the image of her, blouse ripped open, breasts out and her skirt up around her waist. It was clear what was happening, and now she was going to be part of it.
“I was hoping you would join us” said Russ, and you’ve dressed for the occasion. “Ugh” she said, regretting now that she had borrowed one of her mum’s black leather skirts to wear in college. She’d always been refused them as she felt they were too short and would bring her the wrong attention. Now, hands also tied behind her, she was flung next to her mother. Russ walked up to her, stroking his cock. Taking out his phone she took pictures of them to use later. Sophie trying to keep her legs closed, he went over and forcibly opened them. “That’s better” he said. Sophie looked on as his hard cock dripped precum as he photographed her.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked her. “Y… yes” she blurted. “Well, I won’t deflower you. This is how this will end. I’ve fucked your mum in every hole, I’ll accept you two licking and sucking me to climax”. “What? You’ve fucked her arse and now expect me to suck you off? Fuck off!” she replied. “OK then” he said, getting down between her legs, “I’ll just fuck you too”, starting to push her skirt up. “J… just do as he says Soph, protect yourself” added Gisele, keen for the whole ordeal to be over. “Uh, OK mum” she said. Russ stood up. “Lick me from either side” he demanded. The pair stuck their tongues out and ran them up and down his hard shaft. Then he instructed Gisele to suck him off. “Observe and learn Sophie, and learn quick”.
He stood there motionless, letting Gisele work on his cock. Sophie watched as she licked and sucked him, teasing the head and the tip before taking him fully in her mouth, then licking and sucking his balls. “Uhhhhhhhhhh” he moaned in pleasure. It wouldn’t be long. Moving to Sophie he said “your turn”. Sophie balked, then took his length into her mouth and worked her way with it. Her mother looked on secretly knowing this wasn’t the first blow job she’d given. The way she licking his shaft from balls to tip, tantalising his sack with her tongue, she’d clearly learned these actions from her boyfriends.
“I’m almost ready. Tease me from either side, then keep your heads together to take my load in your faces”. “Uh uh, no way” said Sophie. “Well, if you don’t i’ll just have to fuck your cunt and ass like I have your mum until I cum again. Your choice?” “Just do what he says, let’s get this over with” said her mother, keen to get untied and showered, and this man out of their house.
The pair licked Russ’s cock from either side, wiggling their tongues to add to the sensation. “Here we go!” he exclaimed, grabbing his cock in his right hand, frantically rubbing until the first shot hit the mother from left chin to right eye, then the daughter’s right eye and cheek. Next, the mother’s nose and mouth, then Sophie’s mouth and chin. He kept going, coming all over their faces before wiping himself on Sophie’s hair. Then he picked up his phone and videoed the ejaculate sliding off Gisele’s face onto her breasts and thighs, and Sophie’s sliding down onto her mother’s leather skirt.
“Just before I go” he said, picking up Sophie’s phone that she refused to let go of as he dragged her in. “Passcode!” “Oh no!” she said. “Give it!” screamed her mother, “just get him out of here!” “162254” she shouted. He unlocked it and went through her album. “Oh yes!” he said. Leaning down to her ear he whispered “virgin, my arse!”. “Now your’s, Gis. Gis covered in jizz” he laughed. She told him the code and he flicked through her’s. “You slut!” he said, putting them in his jacket pockets. “Say anything and these pics won’t just be making me cum, they’ll be everywhere! Got it? Now, one more thing. Let me film you licking my cum off each other”. The pair complied, keen to do anything that would get him out of her house and he filmed as they licked and swallowed his load from each other’s faces.
Leaving them tied up and their front door open, it wasn’t long before a gang of youths spotted an opportunity and walked down the drive…
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It was a mild spring afternoon on the day Russ looked for his next victim and the town was full of possibilities, the nice weather shortening the hemlines giving lots of easy access opportunities should the chance arise. Dressed in a red silk blouse, black leather mini and jacket, his cock held in position by wearing tights, he followed a few women until a long haired brunette caught his eye. Huge breasts in a tight, low cut top and a calf length black leather skirt, she knew guys were looking at her as she walked confidently into the public house. It had to be her! He followed her in, only to watch her meet up with a man twice her age. Getting a drink, he sat at a table that gave him a good view of her, his cock twitching as he watched the pair laugh and joke. Quite what their relationship was was a mystery, it certainly wasn’t father and daughter. It wasn’t long before he pulled his phone out and started taking pictures of her, as she pushed her chest out, making her breasts look even bigger.
His cock was really pulsing now. “Go to the fucking toilet, slut!” he thought to himself, aching to pound the horny bitch. Sadly, after one drink, the pair stood up to leave, the man smoothing his hand over her leather covered ass as they walked to the door. “Fuck!” he said under his breath, as a pretty, bespectacled blonde bounced into the room. Dressed in white sweatpants and a sweat top that doesn’t have an elasticated waist, her face lit up as she saw the man in the corner. She sat next to him and the pair kissed. Russ analysed the situation. The pants were the elasticated waist type and would come down very easily and the top would allow easy access to her breasts. The fact that she was beautiful was the icing on the cake. His cock started twitching again as he watched the amorous pair. He got up and ordered another drink, biding his time.
It was nearly an hour until she got up to visit the loo. He got up a few seconds later and followed her in. Letting her relieve herself, he left it until she opened the door to show his knife and push her back in. She screamed but there was no one else in there to hear. Placing one hand over her mouth and putting the knife against her neck, he told her to be quiet or he’d slice her. “Name?” he asked. “N…Nadine” she replied. “Please, please don’t hurt me”. “I won’t, so long as you comply” he replied. “Face the wall”. As she turned to the side he quickly locked the cubicle. Holding the knife up by her head with his left hand he buried his face in her hair and smelled it. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he breathed out, then felt his right hand reach inside her top, feeling her lithe stomach and working his way up to her breasts. “No bra” he whispered, “lovely”. She felt his hand scope the size of her tits, then tweak her nipples while now licking and kissing the back of her neck. Pressing into her, she felt his hard cock push against her buttocks.
As both hands grabbed the sides of her sweat pants she begged. “No… please don’t do this… please” she whispered. Yanking her pants down swiftly, he smirked at how right he was, they offered no resistance. A pink thong remained between him and his target, which was quickly sliced from her. Retracting the blade and putting it in his jacket pocket, he tore open his tights, freeing his huge cock, which he bounced against her round, naked buttocks. “Please don’t” she continued, as she felt the cock head searching for entry. Soon found, she felt it push up into her slowly. His long, fat penis, bigger than that of her husband, sat outside, she winced. “I’m sorry” said Russ, “this might hurt”. “Uhhhhhhhhh” she breathed as he filled and stretched her inside. A tear streamed down her right cheek. Was it the on account of the attack or the pain of the size? She didn’t let on but, as he built up speed, she certainly felt a bit sore.
With his hands now gripping her hips firmly, he thrashed in and out of her cunt as she moaned quietly, peppering her breathy comments with things like “stop, I’m married, it hurts”. However, she was reminded of how good sex felt before she met the man who has become her husband. Back in her younger days she had been quite the slag, getting fucked hard behind youth clubs and nightclubs by men who wanted to spend no more than a night with her. She moved from one to another, getting a reputation for being a girl who put out. Each powerful thrust now sending images through her mind of the guys who had fucked her in her life. While she liked the gentle lovemaking which she got very regularly from her man, this kind of fuck was different, exhilarating!
His cock smashing her with reckless abandon, she started to shake. “Shit!” she whispered loudly, knowing she was going to climax. As Russ felt her warm up inside and quickly pulled out. “What?!” she said under her breath, thinking “fucking typical man, not caring about the woman’s orgasm. Is he pulling out to come?” Then she felt his cock head push against her ass hole. Shock filled her face. “No please, I have never….” “Until now” he laughed, pushing into her anus. “AGHHHHHHH!” she squealed as his cock tore it’s way into her backside. Then she moaned louder as she climaxed , squirting her warm juices out over his bollocks. “Oh yes!” he whispered into her ear as her warm wetness dripped off his sack. He carried on pumping into her buttocks while roughly grabbing at her tits, tweaking her nipples, before suddenly pulling out.
“Sit on the loo” he commanded. “I wanna watch you suck me like you suck your man out there”. “No please” she begged, “that thing’s been in my ass”. “It’s your own shit love” he laughed, grabbing a fist of her hair and banging his hard penis against her cheeks, smearing her juice across her mouth. She raised her right hand up to grab his shaft and started rubbing it slowly. Opening her mouth she took the tip in, licking it. Then she started twirling her tongue along his shaft as he moaned in pleasure, before sinking his cock into her mouth, taking him all in, moving her head forwards and backwards, using her tongue to tease the tip, sometimes pulling away to lick and suck his balls, tasting her own cum.
“Uhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh” he moaned, “I’m gonna come!” At this, to his amazement, she opened her mouth, placing his cock head on her tongue, bracing herself for taking his salty semen in her mouth. “Uh-uh” he laughed, taking control of his shaft. “I’m coming in your face”. “No please, no one has ever done that!” she replied. “Well, there is a first time for everything” he said, chuckling. Rubbing his cock frantically while holding her head back, he shot off in her face. Her tongue still out, the first load flew over the left side of her face, covering one lens of her glasses, reducing her eyesight in that eye on the way up into her hair. The next wad of his thick white semen flew over the right side, again on her spectacles. Now unable to see anything but a white blur, she felt copious amounts of sperm splat down loudly over her nose, mouth and cheeks, her squeezing his sack gently until he was spent.
Reaching into his jacket he pulled out his phone, taking pictures of her face coated in his ejaculate. As she reached blind for the toilet paper dispenser, cleaning his cum from her glasses. He pulled down his skirt. “Glad I made you come” he said as he turned to unlock the door. “You ARE a bastard though” she replied. “That’s true” he said, looking back over his shoulder. As he walked away she called him back. “Come here!” He turned on his heels and returned to the cubicle. “If you find me, fuck me, but never hurt me” she said. He looked at her and winked, turned and made his way out, as she pondered the fact that such an attack was not cheating on her husband. “Would it happen again? How long might it be?” she thought to herself as she cleaned herself up.
Outside the toilets, her husband said to Russ as he exited, “Is there a woman in there?” “Oh, is that your Mrs? She’s been on the phone talking to her mate. Loves to talk, her. Women, eh?”