She started it. She asked for it. It was all her fault.

I was innocently perving my way around my pet chat site when I chanced upon her ad.

'Lady, 30, would wish to be raped .'

Oh yea ? Still, I zinged off a answer : 'Seriously ?'

She must receive sent the same answer to C of people.

'Thank you for answering my ad. I want to be stalked, spied on, attacked and raped. You can hurt me but not bruise me. I do not want to know anything about you or meet you beforehand, but there must be some way of identifying you : forecast this out and you can fuck me any way you want .'

I could see how the identify bit would cut the field down from century to, well, nobody so far I presumed.

But I had a solution.

'Hi, I am a webmaster. I could put a content on the land site so you 'd bed it was me. Then if you needed to identify me you 'd only call for to contact the ship's company and ask who their webmaster is. The site is www.blueblue.com .'

She replied : 'OK. Put `` Diane in June '' on there .'

I put those words up on a backwater Thomas Nelson Page of the site and emailed her the URL.

Minutes later Diane replied with her good name and computer address, the address of the estate agent where she worked and she said : 'Stalk me, spy on me, rape me. It will be rape, I will fight back - kicking you in the orchis if I can. Any time any place before June 30th. My period will be 25-29 this month and June 22-26, but this is not a bar on those particular date. If I spot you before you attack me the peck is off .'

And a few moments later another email arrived with a exposure of her sitting at an outdoor café board dressed in a impertinent bootleg case and ignominious tights. She was the form of missy you 'd definitely require to fuck if you saw her.

I was excited, very excited. For about a minute. Then the doubts set in. Anyone could let sent those emails and that picture - someone with a grudge against her perhaps.

So I emailed her spinal column : 'How do I know it 's you sending the electronic mail ?'

She replied : 'Fair enough. I 'll take one pic posed in any way you like to prove it 's me .'

A million dirty poses flashed through my brain. But a malicious boyfriend could call for any one of them without telling her why. So I replied : 'write `` www.blueblue.com I want you to plunder me '' on a bit of paper, hold in it beside your fount and take a pic .'

And within the hr she did exactly that.

Now I knew it was her, I replied :'I am going to rape you .'

She replied : 'Yes .'

Wow.

But how to do it ? How do you watch someone without being spotted ? Or maybe I should just turn up at her place in the midsection of the Nox and knock on her doorway. No, she would n't afford it. And for all I knew she lived with a enceinte Rottweiler and an even larger boyfriend. And how did I know that was really her reference ?

Grab her in the street perhaps ? No, not a very realistic idea. entice her to a property asking for a valuation ? No, she 'd see that coming a knot off. My agitation was rapidly turning to gloom as the impracticality of the unscathed affair began to dawn.

Still, I looked up her home and office staff addresses on google maps. Her office in - I 'll call it Hertown - was in a pedestrian precinct near the place and her home was to a lesser extent than half a mile from her office.

I had nada to miss by just going to have a look, so next morning I took the 40 instant wagon train ride.

Coming out of Hertown station I was nervous. I felt as though all eyes were upon me. I felt guilty, maybe I even looked guilty.

figure 44, 42, 40, 38 - her office was no 22. I crossed over to the far side of the pedestrianised street and glanced across at 22. And there she was ! She was standing in the estate agents office with her rear to the window talking to a man. blond hairsbreadth, black clothes, pitch-dark tights - it was her, no uncertainty about it. And, God, did she expect fuckable.

I hurried on by, my heart pound, blood coursing through my vena - some veins to a greater extent than others. I went into McDonalds. From my seat there I could see her office.

The Big Mac and medium nipper calmed me down and I began to plot how I 'd stalk her. It all seemed a lot well-situated now I was there and I 'd seen her in the flesh. I 'd go to her flat side by side, see where she lived, work out her probable path to work out - it was n't far so she most likely walked.

But my high-flown planning was interrupted by her emerging from her office clutching a brochure, looking all business-like and gorgeous, accompanied by the man she 'd been talking to. They were coming my way. Oh no. They were coming to McDonalds ! I had no time to run and hide.

She must induce passed within six feet of me - I could hear the swish of her tights, smell her fragrance. I looked out of the window, at my fries, anywhere but at her.

I ate up and left as nonchalantly as I could, resisting the temptation even to glance back.

I went to her prostrate. It was a four storey occlusion. There was no security so I went straight in. Number 30 was on the fourth floor. I took the cosmetic surgery up. There were 8 flats off the landing and no CCTV as far as I could see. I rang her doorbell. I was wearing a suit so if anyone did come to the door I 'd think of something plausible. nobody answered. I had a sudden urge to jack off over the threshold - leave a streak of cum down it so she 'd roll in the hay I 'd been there. But that would entail every man she 'd seen that day would become a suspect and she 'd be looking for those faces again.

I beat a retreat down the stairs and went family and had a magnificent wank.

Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later I took the geartrain again. This time I wore jeans and sunglasses. I went for a haircut in the hairdresser next to McDonalds. That the hairdresser was a big girl in every way was a incentive, and I sat there in a misty joy stupor with a huge hard on, watching Diane 's position in the hairdresser 's mirror.

Diane was n't in the office as far as I could see, so suitable shorn I carried my erection across the street and pretended to analyse the dimension in the windowpane. Diane definitely was n't there. I wandered round the townspeople to get the spirit of the station and then explored the possible routes between Diane 's home and office.

Early next morning I took the car and parked where I could see the front door of the flats.

Diane bustled out at 20 past eight, not looking around at all to see if anyone was spying on her. She took what I had thought was the most likely path. There was a narrow alley that way and I did think of sprinting after her and attacking her there but it would have been far too risky at that time of day.

Instead I went up to her flat again and rang the doorbell. nonentity answered. She must live alone. As I went down the staircase I realised that its windows looked out over the approach to the flats. My plan was beginning to form.

I drove home knowing now that I was going to rape her, and how I would do it. But not just yet. I wanted to savour the prevision and to spook her. Besides it was her period this week.

Next day I went in by wagon train - in shorts and t-shirt this metre - with my camera. I took a picture of her function, of her path to play, of that narrow skittle alley, of her block of flatbed, of the inside of the lift and of her front door.

vertebral column home plate I emailed them to her saying :'I am going to hurt you .'

Knowing this would put her on her guard I did n't go to Hertown for the following week. Was she excited, I wondered, or frightened ? Suspicious of every man she saw, surely.

The long workweek finally up, I drove in for one final recce. I parked near her flat of late afternoon. She came home base just after six. I watched the careen of her asshole as she walked up to the presence room access of the flats. She 'd be all hot and sweaty and smelling of woman and she 'd taste nice. I 'd happen out tomorrow. I 'd figure out her arse.

Next day I was as sedate as anything. I went in on the train, stiff as a ramrod all the way. I got to the apartment at quarter to six and waited on the staircase between the third gear and quartern floors, looking out over the attack. If anyone came up or down the stairs I 'd do a circuit via the lift back to my advantage item. If she did n't show up I 'd get along back tomorrow. simpleton. I had my shorts and t-shirt on. No underwear. I had a large handkerchief that would attend as a gag and a length of cord just in case.

And there she was ! Just after six as yesterday, without a maintenance in the humanity, walking up the path and coming into the building. I was excited but not at all anxious. I went to the top of the steps and looked through the little window. I heard the lift doors opening, I saw her walking towards her door, saw her getting her key out and putting it in the lock, turning the key and the room access starting to unfold. I sprang from my hiding place and was on her in an instant, my hand over her oral fissure, pushing her into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind me. She fell forwards. I fell on top of her. I sat on her arse and pulled her fuzz, jerking her head word back.

'' Make one sound and I 'll gag you and then really hurt you, '' I said.

But before she could respond my neck opening was grabbed from keister and squeezed in a vice-like grip.

'' Police ! Get up, slowly ! Do n't sour around ! ``

Oh mother fucker, oh shit, oh shit.

'' Hands behind your back ! ``

Oh dirt, oh diddlyshit, oh crap !

He or she - it was one of those part that could get been either - snapped a set of handcuffs on me. Diane hauled herself to her feet looking dazed and disoriented.

'' You 're under halt for assault and attempted violation. You do not hold to say anything but anything you do say ... ''

I did n't hear the rest. I wet myself. My wholly life was at an end. I was in aggregate confusedness, total shock.

The police person turned me around. It was a fierce-looking she. She had her billy club drawn.

'' You do n't see, '' I started. `` This has all been arranged. Diane asked me to do this. I 've got e-mail, moving picture, everything. ``

Yes, of course I had. It would be all right, it would be all right.

'' Is this on-key, madam ? '' the policewoman asked.

Diane looked horrified. `` Of course not, '' she said. `` And my gens is n't Diane, it 's Joanne. ``

Oh my God, oh my God. My life was at an end.

But still I tried : `` No, really, I can show you the emails - even a word picture of her with a sign saying I should do this. '' I could n't lend myself to utter the password rape.

Diane gave a totally dismissive `` pah ! ''. And the truth dawned on me. I had been horribly set up.

Yet still I yabbered on. `` But I 've got the emails, the pictures of Diane, Joanne, whatever her epithet is ... ''

'' Sir ... ''

'' And we exchanged several e-mail and she ... ''

'' Sir ! '' the law woman insisted. `` volition you please be tranquillize. You will throw plentitude of opportunity to put your side of the story back at the station and in court ... ''

In court. In court of justice ! God, no ! scare began to set in.

'' court of justice, no no no. She advertised. I replied, she emailed me and ... ''

And thwack ! The police matron swung her billystick up between my ramification catching me full on in the lump. I crumpled to the floor doubled up in absolute agony.

eve Diane - Joanne - gasped in shock.

'' You did n't see anything did you, madam, '' the policewoman said.

'' No, '' Diane/Joanne said hurriedly.

'' Perhaps you had amend sit down, madam. You must be shaken up. I want to make sure enough you are all right before I leave. Backup will be here any moment. ``

'' Thank you, thank you, '' Diane/Joanne said. She sat on the sofa.

Meanwhile I was writhing around on the floor in excruciating pain.

'' Let that be a example to you, you bastard, '' the policewoman hissed at me. Then after a pause she said to Dianne/Joanne. `` I am sorry, lady, but I am desperate for the loo, may I use yours ? ``

'' Oh, yes, through there, '' Dianne/Joanne said.

The policewoman undo my handcuffs, pulled my mitt out in social movement of me and handcuff me to the radiator. As if I was going to make a run for it.

The moment the policewoman left the way Dianne/Joanne darted over to me, knelt down beside me, grabbed my balls and squeezed them. Curiously it did n't offend - or should I say it did n't increase the level of painful sensation I was already in.

'' Pathetic, '' she said. `` pathetic. You are going down, you bastard, just like all the others. The emails ? You made them up. The flick, from a different email address by the way ? My ex sent them - the one who 's in prison for raping me. The pathetic note in the impression ? You photoshopped it. You are dead meat, dead meat. mother fucker ! ``

And with that she grabbed my rooster and wrenched at it as if trying to shoot down it off. But unable to get time lag of it properly through my drawers, she pulled my short circuit down and grabbed my naked cock, pulling and twisting it for all she was worth. She was quite obviously insane. And how she was going to excuse my bare buttocks to the policewoman I had no idea.

I was relieved to hear the washbowl flush and the policewoman 's returning footsteps. But then silence. I looked over my berm. And there was the police matron. Stark testicle naked except for a Black strap-on dildo.

It took me a bit. `` Oh my God, '' I said. My strength ebbed away, my head hung down, my limbs turned to jelly. I 'd been had, hook line and sinker. lure line and doughnut. I did n't love whether to laugh or cry.

Dianne let go of my cock.

'' Did he tumble ? '' the policewoman asked.

'' No, '' Dianne said. `` Not an inkling. Thick as a board. Daft as a bog skirmish. '' Then to me she said, as if to a halfwit. `` Are n't you : daft as a bog brush ? '' My forefront was spinning. `` Well, '' Diane added. `` You wanted rape. infer what ? You 're going to get it. ``

And there I was, down on all quaternary, handcuffed to the radiator, defenseless arse in the air, a big woman with a strap on dildo behind me. Even I managed to work out what was going to happen next.

There was no observance. The policewoman knelt down behind me and rammed the matter up my fanny. fishy thing was that it felt rather nice. And my ball stopped aching, and Diane started wanking me. And there I was being raped and really enjoying it.

I had an excuse for coming over the carpet almost straight away. I 'd been excited as hell on earth almost of the day, I 'd been on an enormous emotional rolling wave coaster and well - no more excuses.

'' Oh, he 's spunked all over my carpet - gallon of it, '' Diane said.

'' Already ? '' the police matron said.

'' Do me, do me now, '' Diane said. She rolled over onto her dorsum, hitched up that aphrodisiacal disastrous skirt of hers and pulled her knickers aside inviting a good fucking.

The policewoman was out of me, onto and into Diane in a wink, leaving me slump and hurting on the floor.

While they humped away beside me and congratulated each other for being so darned clever I twisted around and sat with my back to the radiator, enjoying the show and trying to work everything out.

And then one penny dropped, at least.

'' You 're the styler, are n't you, '' I said.

They whooped with mirth at this.

'' The rapscallion has a brain after all, '' Diane said. `` He 's trying to figure it all out, I can almost hear the cogs turning - very slowly. ``

Ha ha. But I was indeed trying to compute it out. How the hell had the `` police matron '' managed to get behind me like that. She ca n't have been on the stairs and I was sure enough the lift had been empty when I passed it.
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'' Where did - sorry, I do n't screw your gens, '' I said.

'' Agnes, '' the police matron said.

'' How did you get behind me like that ? You were n't in the lift. ``

'' Not so sassy, '' Agnes said.

She had n't been on the stairs or in the ski lift and there was nowhere else on the landing to hide.

'' Oh, one of the other flats, '' I said.

They laughed again. `` He 's got there, '' Diane said. `` Number 31. Agnes 's flat. Directly opposite. ``

Agnes 's flat. Agnes 's flat six groundwork across the landing place. Agnes 's categorical that must overleap the plan of attack to the block.

'' Right, '' I said.

'' cum here, monkey brain, put your promontory up my skirt and figure out my kitty and taste your arse and we 'll explain it all to you. ``

Agnes dismounted, found the key to the handlock and freed me. I pulled Diane 's skirt down almost to her knees, then put my straits up there and tasted her - and me. She tasted womany, sweaty and bottomy. I licked her arse too - fantasy fulfilled. My putz was well and truly up again now.

'' Now fuck me bareback, ravishment boy, '' Diane said.

At last. I was on her and in her and started giving it to her good and right when she lashed out at me with her fists.

'' Get off me, get off me ! '' she said.

OK, she wanted to play rape. I pinned her blazon down and shagged her as strong as I could and soon she was smiling and purring and coming and when she 'd come I pulled out of her and came all up her front, over her chick, blouse, face and even over her caput onto the carpet.

'' Nice cum, big boy ! '' Agnes said. She was lounging on the sofa watching us and playing with herself.

'' On your spinal column, '' Diane said.

I lay on my back and Diane sat on my chest.

'' So, have you got it all worked out yet ? ``

'' I suppose Agnes saw me yesterday and so you were quick for me today. ``

'' Pah, I spotted you workweek ago, in McDonalds. ``

'' Eh ? How did you know it was me ? ``

'' Listen, monkey brain, when I walk into a elbow room what happens ? All the guys check me out. And what did you do ? ``

'' Looked the other way. ``

'' Looked the other way. Of row I was n't sure it was you but if it was, what would be the obvious thing for you to do next, knowing where I was going to be for the next half hour ? '' She put a finger to her cheek as if trying to solve a really hard puzzle. `` I know, go round to my unconditional. rightfulness ? So I rang nice Mrs Melchett who lives in 25, said I was expecting a tract and would she depend out for the postman. And when I got home, what did Mrs M say ? 'The mail carrier did n't come but a Nice man in a courtship called but I did n't go out in case he was selling something'. So you were rumbled partner. Was that the first time you 'd been to spy on me ? ``

I nodded. And I though I 'd been so clever.

'' So I knew it was you. And then, apart from McDonalds, where 's just about the but other place you can sit and spy on my office ? ``

'' The hairdressers, '' I said heavily.

'' The hairdressers. And sure as shooting enough, two days later where do you work up, heavily disguised in a duet of sunglasses ? The hairdressers. Surprise surprise. ``

'' Yes, '' Agnes interjected. `` And do n't imagine I did n't discover that bloody dandy erection when I took the cape off you. ``

'' Ah, '' I said.

'' Then following dawning there you were in that blink of an eye BMW parked where you knew I would n't walk preceding. And after I 'd left what did he do, Agnes ? '' Diane asked.

'' Came up and rang the doorbell, '' Agnes said. `` In case there was a boyfriend ? ``

'' Then you must have come back the next day and taken some pictures - we did n't see him that day, did we, Agnes ? Then you disappeared while I was on, then yesterday evening Agnes saw you waiting for me in your car and we thought you might have a go so we got ready just in case, but you did n't. And today, well, here we all are. Did we miss anything ? ``

'' No, those were the only fourth dimension I came here. Every day, every clip, you had me clocked. '' I was shaking my pass in disbelief. And I thought I had been so clever.

'' And you though you had been so apt, '' Diane said.

'' But I could have attacked you anywhere, '' I said.

'' Oh yea, where ? ``

She had me there.

'' And even if you had managed to outmaneuver me, unlikely though that is, and surprise me and rape me, well, that would give birth been goodness too. Win win. ``

We fell silent for a moment.

'' Tell you what though, '' I said. `` I was nearly shitting myself when I thought I was about to be bundled off to the cop shop class. ``

'' Yea, pissed yourself did n't you. I enjoyed seeing that. ``

Still sitting on my chest, she reached behind her and started to work my cock.

'' Come on, Agnes, '' she said. `` Your turn. ``

Agnes squatted down on my rapidly hardening cock. Diane planted her cunt on my face.

Having arrive twice I now had one of those erection that threatens to last for ever so I just lay back and intellection of England while Agnes used me.

When eventually Agnes had pumped the spunk out of me she shifted forwards and squatted on my face and made me eat the cum out of her.

Finally we all lay on the floor shagged out and glowing.

'' And why me ? '' I asked. `` You must have had century of answer to that ad. ``

'' A twosome of C, yes. But when you 've weeded out the illiterate person, the guys whose visibility say they live in Scotland and all the other prison term wasters you were one of the few sassy enough to work out how to get out a trail. No psycho would do that. And you write like a nice guy. So you were in. ``

'' Am I the first then ? ``

'' You are. We 've got another theme for the next one, have n't we, Agnes ? ``

Agnes smiled broadly. `` Oh yes, we certainly have. ``

So guy rope, careful which ads you answer. Assuming their next fair game is a guy, of course.

. .. .. .

A week later Diane emailed me again and roped me in to facilitate with her next victim. But that 's another tarradiddle.






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