Optimistic Evil

It "HURTS!"

"There are no tissues back here are there?" I manage to croak out.

"No" he whispers as he makes his way towards my lips. "Dr. Walters w-what are yo-"

Next thing I know his plump suckers crash onto mine and I can't help but to give in to his soft, buttery warm, sweet kiss. He gently bit my lip which turns me on so hard and thats when his hands slowly begin to travel. I pull back, in shock at our current position. Tears well up in my eyes as I began notice the danger of my situation. That's when I muster up enough courage to ask the question. In nothing higher than a mere whisper I ask.

"Are you going to rape me?"

He looks at me and back at my lips, his eyes wander the shape of my body as I start to grow extremely uncomfortable. He leans in to kiss my neck and naturally my body sends sexual endorphines rushing through my blood. I choke back a moan as a tear slowly rolls down my cheek. He pulls back slightly and spake, ever so genlty onto my neck. His warm breathe sending chills down my spine.

"It depends what you consider rape?"

He then brushes his lips aganinst mine and runs his hand along my right thigh, which is now exposed due to his hands exploring a little too much. I close my eyes and suddenly several tears pour their way down the path of my facial features.

"D-dr. Walters." I pant. "It would hurt less to know it was you. I mean at least it's someone I know. I did have a crush on you and... just please, please don't hurt me," I confess, babbling in fear. I then state, an octave lower than a whisper (if that's even possible). "I would forgive you"

[ warning it gets very graphic exit now if you are not able to handle]

He lays me back slowly as he runs his hand up my sweat shirt. His rough yet warm hand clamps over my left breast. He is so gentle, it felt almost right, like is was meant to be... almost.

"Dr. Walters please stop," I pant into his ear. At this point he is on top of me as I lay there helplessly.

"Shh. It'll be over soon," he huffs through his lust.

"Please. please, please stop I'm begging you, p-please get off. GET OFF ME PLEASE! Stop you can't do this pleassseee." I cry out as panick had now completely drowned my body.

I try pushing him off of me but he is way too heavy. He works out, I am no match for him. I wriggle my body under him but he still won't budge.

"Please," I cry, my eyes shooting out tears at this point.

He takes his time carassing my breast and licking slowly at my neck. He then plants a kiss on my lips in order to shut me up.

"Please!" I cry out, begging even. "Please. Stop dr.Walters, please stooooop!"

He was just moving on lust now. It's like he's a completely different person.

"AHHH, UHHH!" My crys fill the small car, but it seems to have aroused him even further. Were they being mistaken as moans?!

He then proceeds to leave a trail of hot wet hickey's going down my chest until he reaches my cleavage. That's when he stops, he looks up at me and smirks. Not a cynical one but an "I want you so bad" type of smirk. I break eye contact with him by looking at the ceiling and that's when he takes the chance to plant his warm moist lips on my nipple.

"MMM. Oh my God!" I let out unintentionally. This surprises him and even me. This is soo wrong but I can not change my body's chemistry.
It feels so euphoric as his tounge outlines the shape of my nipple. I choke back a moan yet again as his hand starts to travel further south.

"NO! Please, please please. y-you have to stop here, w-we can't go any further I am begging you." I argue

I can feel his erection growing on my thigh. The sound of me begging... is pleasurable to him?! HOW!? WHY!? I ram my legs shut and try to knee him in the groin. This is when he finally loosenes his suction on my bosoms and chuckles in my ear.

"Un uh uh. Don't fight it baby gurl, because I'll win everytime. Now why don't you cry and whine some more for me baby," he utters pervertdly.

I let out a sigh of heavy frustration I just can not wrap my head around the fact that this is actually happening to me right now. The reality of everything going on feels as if I'm stuck in some kind of nightmare. I have to get him to stop, I can't let him go through with it. I desperately can not afford this right now.

"GET. Off of me you perverted piece of- AHAHHHAHHHA" I start. I was abruptly cut off by the sensation of his two fingers being rammed into my vagina. "MMMM, Uh UH" I moan while hissing inwardly.

He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out. Slowly, but firmly. Next thing I know I am having a back curling, toe bending, blood rushing, juices flying, knee buckling orgasm.

"UNHNMMM! doctor Walters, MMMM." I couldnt help myself it felt soo good, especially if it's done by someone other than yourself.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of me as he then put it to his lips and contently licks my vaginal pleasure liquids off of is fingers. Still trying to catch my breath I notice his full blown hard erection through his jeans now.

"Dr. Walters," I croak. "Are you done here, please tell me it's over" I state.

He leveled himself with me once again. Laying there in anotomical postion, I tried my best not to shiver at his touch. He has no right to know that he inflicts fear in me, he doesnt deserve to hold such power over me. He then whispered everso softly, so gently you'd think he's the niceset soul one could ever meet.

"But you said to come to you if I needed anything. You said you could forgive me, you said-" at this point he let out a shaky breath into the creves of my neck. Thus inflicting goosebumps on the surface of my skin. Still laying there, no longer fighting my urge to shiver, I managed to croak out,

"But p-please," I stutter. "You didnt even give me a chance to explain or even elaborate. You know what I meant by that, it was not an offer for you to take advantage of me," I express.

He had managed to block me out. I could see on his face that he was not himself anymore. This was the act of the beast inside of him.

"I just needed human touch again, ever since my ex left and quaratine kept us inside, I felt like I was loosing my mind," he began. "And conversing with you was like coming up for a breath of fresh air."

As he tried to justify his reasons for hurting me I could feel him fiddling with his pants and soon thereafter I felt the warmth of his hairy upper thigh clashing against my freshly waxed one. I knew what was coming, but how could one prepare themesleves?... it was damn near impossible. Relaizing the depths of my situation I start to panick again. The tears well up once more and I feel as if my airway was slowly being cut off. It was beacuse he had positioned himself ontop of me. I took note of his condom swallowed pleasure staff waiting to eneter my tresaure. Yes, treasure, it was one of many things that diffrienciated me from the other 18 year olds of my generation. The thought of not being a virgin anymore, the thought of it being stolen from me... taken away by someone other than my husband, let alone tarnishing the efforts of my current beliefs. Those thoughts were enough to (in that moment) make me hate him... to make me wish the worst for him.