| Straight: Online Lovers: Dr Strangelust (3/22) |
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revisiting Chapter IV whilst pleasuring herself a second time. She couldn't help but imagine that was her in the story, a delicious thought. A series of inevitable twists and turns along the way, the heroine of the story was eagerly awaiting the outcome of Max the rapist's interview with the parole board. A favourable outcome and he could be a free. The neglected housewife could almost feel his muscled body on hers and smell his sweat. God only knew what four years of pent-up lust could do to a man. The girl reading the story felt it too, flicking her clit repeatedly with an urgent fingertip. Yet, as the story progressed before her eyes, it transpired that Max was denied parole. He was still deemed to be a threat to women by the doctors and psychologists. In a cruel twist of fate, the bored housewife then took to allowing herself to be fucked senseless by the estranged husband she abhorred, if only to stem the burgeoning desires. In a way it helped that he hated her equally, his thrusts into her wanton cunt deep and uncaring, rough and painful. As he fucked her, the Emma in the story imagined it was Max the rapist. When her husband bit her neck, she came harder than in eight years of marriage. Deep down of course she probably didn't really desire Max at all, pandering purely to her lust and crazy fantasies. In fact, if she happened to meet such a vile person who treated women in the way he did, she'd doubtless run a mile. She planned to stop corresponding soon, and was secretly relieved to hear his parole had been rejected, especially as his desires were becoming ever more extreme. Yet could she escape his clutches so easily when Max had built up such a close profile of his lustful female pen pal that he knew more or less where to find her? The last sentence forced the reading Emma to experience a second incredible orgasm that evening which jolted her body. Just when the weeks passed and the housewife thought she'd heard no more, a latest letter arrived from Max. The usual misogynous claptrap, it signed off somewhat alarmingly: 'Just so you know, I'm going over the wall tonight, Emma. And then, believe me, I'll be coming to find you.' "The bitch deserves it, the little pricktease," the student nurse mouthed to herself, before suppressing the guilt of the unwarranted outburst. But then, that was the effect Dr Strangelust's story had on her. After doing some washing and ironing, Emma returned to the laptop. Exhaling hard, she saw thater e-mail inbox had one new item in it. Despite three similar pieces of feedback sent after previous chapters, this was the first time she'd been deigned with a reply. Emma's heart pounded hard into an ample left breast, her brow was glazed and her fingers shook over the return button. A tentative push and the message filled the screen. As she read, Emma savoured the words, hearing his voice – or the voice she imagined, all baritone and confident – in her head. ~Thank you for your messages of support, Emma~ the first line read, and she shook at the mere mention of her name from one so revered and who had quickly assumed an iconic status in her life. ~I'm glad to hear you're enjoying the story~ "Oh I am," she mouthed aloud, tongue tip gliding over a set of pearly white teeth and unable almost to resist the temptation to |
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