Roofie Coladas Ch. 02

by Cagonzon

story tags: unconscious, roofies, drugged, titjob, skullfucking

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The second time... it's easier.

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Roofie Coladas Ch. 02 by  Cagonzon ©

II: The Refill

(I make references to the first story, which I suggest you read just so
you can get proper background on what happened)

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You know how there's not supposed to be such a thing as the perfect
crime? In all the stories they tell you as a kid, the bad guy always
gets what's coming to him/her, right? Shit that goes around comes
around and fucks you up. Well, I'm here to tell you that I think I got
away with some pretty terrible shit.

"Hi, my name's... not important, but what -is- important is that I'm a
rapist."

This is the part where you, as my support group, stand up and say: "Hi,
fuckface."

Let me tell you what's going on.

About six months ago, I put the final nail in a coffin I'd been dying
to bury for more than half a decade. I 'nailed' my wife's sister,
Sarah.

The thing is... She doesn't actually know I nailed her.

She knows she got fucked, for sure. Hell, she's fucking pregnant, but
she thinks her poor, dopey and tragically innocent
soon-to-be-ex-husband Brad is the father.

I didn't mean to knock her up, although I did cum inside of her enough
times to glaze a couple of dozens of Dunkin' Donut's best. I just
figured she'd be on the pill.

Ok, Ok, I didn't figure anything. While my cock was buried balls deep
in her awesome pussy and I emptied myself inside her over and over I
gave fuck-all about any possible consequences. I was living the dream.
I was having my way with that fucking cock-tease and what's more, I got
the whole thing on tape.

Now Sarah's pregnant with my child. How do I know it's mine? You ask.
Well, because I know that she hasn't fucked poor Brad since I raped
her.

That night, six months ago, when I cooked up a special batch of my
patented Roofie Coladas and knocked Sarah, Brad and my wife out by
their pool, I did a little bit more than fuck her unconscious pussy. I
had my way with her ass as well.

I lubed it up and slid my average-sized cock into its puckered embrace
over and over, and I came a lot in there as well. I fucked her face
silly too, and coated her throat with my seed. But the ass thing is
what really got Brad in trouble.

I can still remember listening by the door with my wife as Sarah tore
her husband a new one, screaming, crying, demanding that he explain how
he dared to fuck her up the wazoo when he knew she'd never done that
before. She'd been hurting a lot. I pounded the hell out of her tiny
asshole.

Hey, first-time rapists can have feelings too, OK? I admit that while I
was still high on the adrenaline and the rush of it all, I was pretty
damn proud of what I'd accomplished. Then the shit started to hit the
area all around the fan, coming ever so close to actually splattering
me and sending my entire world down the crapper.

Sarah and Brad separated a week after that last pool party at their
house. She moved in with me and my wife and our two kids. She told us,
crying, that she couldn't trust him anymore. That she thought he'd
taken advantage of her and that what he'd done was unforgivable, too
much to overcome.

And she didn't even know she was pregnant then.

I played the part of the understanding brother-in-law, of course. While
I was sweating bullets and obsessing about how I might be found out, I
also played the part of re-conciliator, reaching out to Brad, seeing
how he was doing, talking with Sarah long into the night, to make sure
she was OK.

Of course, I was just covering my ass. Even though I was pretty sure
that she'd never remember that it had been me that ravaged her entire
body for hours that night, I constantly checked to be certain, to stay
ahead of any suspicion.

My Roofie Coladas were damn strong, and my wife still didn't remember
the time I'd tried them on her, and fucked her face and pussy in the
pre-rape tests months before I did Sarah. I hoped that wouldn't change.
So I played all sides, almost went crazy trying to keep up with
everything that was going on while appearing casual.

A month into her stay with us, Sarah barged into our bedroom one night,
crying, not even noticing that my wife's head was bobbing up and down
on my lap as her lips circled around my cock. I had my hand on the top
of her head as she was trying to deep throat me.

I say trying not because I have a huge dick, but because my wife has a
super strong gag reflex, one of the reasons I tried the drugs on her
first, so I could finally shove my cock all the way down her throat.

In any case, there we were, lying on the bed, my wife's hands gripping
the sheets as she pushed her face against my hard shaft, my hand
tangled in her hair, pushing her down. She'd been making awesome
gagging, choking noises as the head of my dick pressed against the back
of her throat, and she'd been setting a new record for herself as a
cocksucker, holding on much longer than she'd been able to before.
There was slobber coating my balls and thighs. She'd been at it for a
while.

The feeling of her lips wrapped around my shaft and the warm wetness of
her tongue swirling around it as she moved it further into her throat
in tiny increments had been too much, and I was ready to spew my load.

That was the precise moment when Sarah barged in, her eyes and hair a
complete mess as she stood there in a nightgown, crying. My wife pulled
her head up immediately, my dick flopping and waving around wetly as
she turned towards the door, a long thread of thick drool stretching
between the head of my cock and dribbling out of her lips, but the
sight of Sarah's bare legs, showing up to her mid-thighs in the short
nightdress, her small but perky tits pushing through the thin clothing
that clung to her figure in all the right places... it was too much.

It all came back to me, Sarah's legs high up in the air as I drilled
into her, her amazingly tight pussy squeezing every drop from me. In
that moment I was transported back to that night, and compounded with
the awesome head my wife had been giving me, I came.

I shot a long burst straight up into my wife's half-turned head. It hit
her square in the eye like a sniper bullet, and the following jets
splashed across her cheek and chin.

I saw all of this out of the corner of my eye, since my eyes were
locked on Sarah. Thankfully, her eyes didn't meet mine, as she might
have seen the lust in them. She was staring right at my cock as it
spurted another glob of cum onto her sister's face.

"Oh shit!" I heard both sisters say almost simultaneously.

In the following seconds Sarah turned and ran from the room, just as my
wife pulled the sheets and wiped her face free of cum. I lay there
exhausted, confused, as if I'd just run a marathon with no warning. Oh,
and the whole situation was so arousing that my cock was still hard.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" My wife was mumbling.

I remembered I shouldn't be so casual about this sort of thing. Sure,
my cock had been inside Sarah's mouth, pussy and asshole, but she'd
never actually -seen- it before.

I pulled the sheet over myself and put on a concerned face.

"Wow, that was embarrassing! You think she saw everything?" I said.

My wife had a mortified look on her face."Oh my god! I don't know how
much she saw. Oh my god! didn't you lock the door?"

I shook my head at her. "Honey, the kids know that they have to knock
before entering, they've each known that since they were five. I
haven't locked the door in years."

She'd calmed down some, and thankfully, the ridiculousness of the
situation was dawning on her. "Jeez, I think she saw everything!" She
met my eyes and shook her head.

I couldn't help it. It was pretty funny, if you ask me. And by god, my
wife thought it was funny too, after a while. One of the reasons I
loved her so fiercely was because of her sense of humor, which is as
dark as mine.

I stifled a laugh, my wife was shocked at first but then the corners of
her mouth turned up a bit as she thought about it. She covered her
mouth.

"I can't believe Sarah saw me sucking your cock."

That very phrase coming out of my wife's mouth, containing her sister's
name and a reference to my cock in the same breath, sent a shiver up my
spine, my dick wasn't going to soften any time soon.

"Well she should know better than to barge into a room."

My wife giggled. "If we did that too we might have caught her getting
butt-fucked by Brad." she whispered as she glanced at the door.

Again. My cock was so fucking hard. The memories were right there.

"I'd better go talk to her." My wife said as she ducked into the
bathroom, washed her face quickly and tightened her robe around her.
"Make sure she's OK."

I nodded. "Yeah, and ask her why she was crying."

My wife paused at the door. "She was crying?"

Shit.

It's shit like this that gets people caught, fuckbrain. I noticed she
was crying because my attention was completely on her the moment she
came in. Damn it!

I played it cool. "I think so. I could be wrong." I shrugged.

My wife's eyebrows squished a bit, but she said nothing. She left and I
thought about what a fucking idiot I was, running my mouth. I got up,
my flagpole swaying in the cool air-conditioned air, and went to wash
up. I slipped on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and sneaked down the
hall.

The hallway was dark, but I could see light coming from the door to the
guestroom and I tiptoed towards it, it was barely open, but enough for
me to put my ear against the opening.

"I'm so sorry." Sarah was saying. "It's just that... " she was crying.

"It's OK, honey, don't worry about it. We're family, these things
happen. Hey, at least you caught him with me and not some floozy
assistant." My wife was comforting her.

Shit. I don't want to get ahead of myself, the whole assistant thing...
that's for later, suffice to say that I'm making a living as a writer,
a pretty damn good living, now, and I recently found the need to hire
an assistant to help me deal with notes and paperwork. Even though my
wife trusts me, she's not too fond of the idea. Most of the applicants
are girls. Some are cute. But enough of that for now.

Sarah laughed through the tears. "Oh don't be silly, he'd never cheat
on you!" a few sniffles, then a giggle. "Especially since you..." she
lowered her voice. "Since you suck his cock like that! Oh my god how do
you do that?"

My dick could have smashed the door down if I'd let it. Hearing Sarah
talk about my dick. Fucking awesome. I resisted the temptation to
stroke myself. I had the excuse of checking up on them if they caught
me outside the door, but not if I was jerking off.

My lovely wife was bragging. I knew she was still embarrassed, but our
sex-life had taken a marvelous turn these past few months as I planned
and carried out her sister's rape.

"Well, you know I couldn't do that until recently. It's been really
hard..." they both giggled like girls.

FUCK. I could have wanked off right there, picturing them both in their
nightclothes. But unfortunately this isn't one of those stories,
there's no realistic chance of me having a threesome with the sisters
in any scenario. Sorry. Moving on.

"I'll bet! I could never do that with Brad.. he... he.. " I heard Sarah
choke up again.

"What's wrong sis? Are you sad because of Brad? Do you want to get back
together with him?"

The sobbing stopped, and Sarah's voice was angry.

"No! That fucking asshole! Can you believe he actually ... he put his
fucking dick in my ass. I bled for a week, I couldn't sit down
comfortably for days."

"You told me, but remember, those drinks were pretty strong. We all
blacked out. The same thing happened to us a few months back,actually.
we made some drinks and got wasted. We made love but neither of us
remembers anything."

"Yeah but did he fuck you in the ass while you were unconscious?" Sarah
was livid.

My wife had no answer to that.

"I just don't trust him anymore. I don't feel safe around him. And
that's not even the worst part..." She began to cry again.

"What is it?"

Yeah, damn it! what the fuck is it? I wanted to know as well by now.

Sarah's voice cracked as she bawled. "I'm pregnant."

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So now, five months later, I'm sitting here in my boxer shorts, jerking
off as I watch the video of when I raped Sarah for what must be the
millionth time. I'm up to the part where I fuck her face. I really dig
that part.

My obsession with her is very much under control by now. I can spend
days, weeks without thinking about her as I fuck my wife. I only unzip
the hidden, password-protected files in my computer a couple of times a
month, get myself off, and I'm good.

Especially now that she's pregnant. I hate to sound callous, but the
pregnancy thing really puts me off. The boob growth is great, but I
can't get over the idea that I'd be poking my child in the face with my
dick, even though it's physically impossible. For me anyway. My
fantasies were getting messed up.

And I did feel remorse. I had ruined her marriage. She thought she was
carrying the baby of a man she no longer trusted, a man who was
desperately trying to reconcile with her. That ate me up inside too.
Luckily, the thought that the kid might not be Brad's never crossed
their minds, so I was pretty sure that they wouldn't do a paternity
test. Still, I felt fucking guilty.

I took Brad out a couple of times for beers, mostly to get a feel for
what he was thinking, to see if he suspected anything, but also because
the guilt made me check up on him. He wasn't doing so great. Sarah had
asked him for a divorce, and had told him that he would have no place
in the baby's life. If it wasn't bad enough losing your wife for
something you didn't do, I could only imagine what it felt like to be
cut out of your baby's life.

And I have accepted the fact that it's actually my baby. Not out loud,
of course, but I want to take care of my child. I love my two kids, and
I realized that bringing another one into the world was kind of
awesome. It balanced the guilt, in a weird, fucked-up way. I had
knocked up my wife's sister, but I was going to do right by her, and my
baby, even if it was as an uncle.

So I suggested to my wife that Sarah stay with us until she had the
baby. Even though she'd probably get the house in the divorce, I placed
the thought in both of their heads through innocent comments. Also, I
manipulated my kids into telling her and their mother how excited they
were to have their aunt at home, and about the baby coming.

In the end, my current home situation is the following: I've got my
wife, two kids, and my pregnant sister-in-law whom I secretly raped and
knocked up living with me.

I'm a fucking saint, in their eyes, and Sarah continuously thanks me
for the love, support and attention we've given her. The bitchiness
about her that I loathed and that made me hate her in a way was gone.
Now she is a vulnerable, emotional woman who is carrying my child. I'm
not saying I love her, but I certainly want her to be alright.

So as I close the videos of my dick filling up my sister-in-law's mouth
and grab the kleenex and hand sanitizer, I'm reflecting on all of this,
and I'm pretty sure I've gotten away with it.

Where's your justice now?

I'll tell you where. She's bent over with her robes hiked up around her
waist and is getting fucked from behind. The cloth around her eyes is
down, tied around her mouth like a gag and with horror-filled eyes she
can see herself reflected in the shining scales dropped on the floor as
she's violated.

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It's now getting close to Sarah's due date. She's a single mom now, but
she's got the full support of her family, including her rapist.

Speaking about her rapist, he's doing pretty well as a writer, so maybe
now I'll tell you about the further adventures of Rapey McGuire.

In the years since I began writing, I developed a small but loyal fan
base. My sci-fi books are heavily laced with erotic overtones that
appeal to a distinct cadre of readers, and I'm also starting to branch
out into more popular mystery thrillers.

A month before I raped Sarah, my publicist had recommended that I hire
an assistant to help me juggle the different projects. I'd never had an
employee like this and after I discussed it with my wife we agreed that
the responsibilities wouldn't be limited to just my work, he or she
would also handle most of our day-to-day agendas (my wife has a pretty
intense job as a tech consultant) giving us more time to spend as a
family.

So during the interview process we waded through resumes and interviews
until we got to Amber. Yeah, I know. Total stripper name, right? Well
it was her junior year at her community college and she needed a
part-time job. She seemed smart, respectful and serious enough that we
agreed that we'd give her a trial run.

The problem was -were- Amber's tits.

She had spectacular tits. Her face was OK, kind of pretty but not that
much, had a shapely buxom body, but her tits... Damn. I'm not even that
much of a tit man, but the girl was always in tight sweaters and tops
that, while she didn't display a lot of cleavage, were tight enough
that her two ballistic missiles called attention to themselves.

Now, my wife knows me better than anyone in the world, my stint as her
sister's rapist aside, and she knew the minute Amber walked in that her
boobs caught my attention. She shook her head ruefully at me when she
caught me looking during the interview and showed me a clenched fist. I
laughed and ogled her own tits and wrote "I wanna fuck you later" on
the legal pad I had on my lap and showed it to her, but she knew that
I'd noticed the huge bazoombas.

Her saving grace -according to my wife- was that she hadn't read any of
my books. She wasn't a groupie, like the first 10 boys and girls we'd
interviewed or an aspiring writer, like the other 10 boys and girls
who'd only pepper me with questions all day. We'd been looking for
about two weeks and were pretty tired of the whole thing, so I think
that got her the job on my wife's side, and her tits got her the job on
my side. After we told her she'd been hired, she hugged us both,
thanked us and said goodbye until the following week, when she'd start.
I admit her padded front gave me a tightness in the pants.

"Don't you get any ideas, mister!" My wife had said as soon as the door
closed behind her.

"Please" I said, with a mocking face. "You're way hotter, no matter if
her brains all went to her chest."

This made my wife laugh, and it seemed to placate her. "I am hotter,
aren't I?"

If you don't know, my wife has her sister's same dark raven hair, long
to the middle of her back. Her face is awesome, with big green eyes and
a kind of dusky skin tone that makes her look exotic. Indeed, those
similar looks are what also attracted me to her sister. Her lips are
plump and made for kissing, and her body is blessed with a great
metabolism that helped her shed the pounds that 2 kids gave her, giving
her a twenty-year-old's body, even though she's thirty. She's got crazy
long legs and her tits are smallish but nice handfuls topped with pink
rosebuds.

Looking back, the only reason I became obsessed with her sister is the
taboo factor. I used to think that Sarah was hotter than my wife, but
after I exorcised those demons my eyes were opened to the truth that
I'm a fucking lucky guy. My wife is fucking hot. Out of my league hot,
but thankfully she's madly in love with me. A feeling I reciprocate
100%, regardless of the fact I raped her sister.

As a response to her question I pushed her against the door, hard. She
yelped in surprise but I held her there, pinned, and I covered her
mouth with one hand as my other hand began to grope inside her jeans.

"You're mine. The only one I want." I told her as my fingers slid under
her panties and began to fondle the soft folds of her pussy. She moaned
against my hand as I pushed past her lower lips and up into her warm
tunnel. My hand was quickly drenched in her juices as I thumbed her
clit.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 02

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-02

The second time... it's easier.

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I replaced my hand on her mouth with my own, sliding my tongue into her
hungry oral cavity as I kissed her hard. Now my free hand roamed across
her breasts, pulling down her shirt and bra as I squeezed her erect
nipples.

She pulled her face back and gasped for air, and I took the moment to
reach down and undo my pants with one hand (it's an art form), letting
my now fully erect cock join the party. She moved her hand down to my
dick, but not before licking her palm to lube it up.

Damn, but I'd gotten her to become such a dirty slut!

It hadn't always been like this, but my obsession with her sister had
made my sexual appetites grow and luckily, even after our decade of
marriage, she'd responded with a renewed sexual awakening, which I'd
eagerly enjoyed.

As she stroked my dick I removed my hand from inside her, making her
whimper, but I used both hands to quickly pull down her jeans around
her knees, and her breath became ragged when I turned her around so she
was facing the door.

Her bare ass sticking out at me gave me a clear shot at what I wanted,
and I pushed my cock against her pussy from behind, her ass cheeks
spreading around my pelvis as the head of my penis parted her soaking
folds, giving me a clear look at her asshole.

If you recall, this is before I'd reenacted Ass Ravagers 5: The
Assening with her sister. I hadn't tried anal sex before, but this
moment, as I saw my wife's warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock,
and her puckered asshole just an inch from my driving shaft, it was at
this precise moment that the thought of fucking Sarah up the ass first
came to my mind. So yeah, thank you Amber.

Putting the thoughts of ass-fucking aside for the moment, I saw that my
dick sliding in and out of my wife's cunt, and probably the whole
situation, naughtily fucking against the door not 30 seconds after
Amber left, was exciting my wife to orgasmic levels. I still had my
problem then, but it didn't stop me from enjoying as I drove myself
deeper into her, placing one of my arms around her throat, pulling
myself close to her as I slid the other hand around and renewed my
tactile assault on her clit. My wife is kind of petite, despite being
60% legs, so even with my average height I can pretty much engulf her
body when I want to.

She was moaning heavily now, not giving a shit that maybe she could be
heard through the open window by the door. She was caught up in our
fucking, and I lost myself in it too.

I felt her cum as her velvet walls tightened around me, but I was still
good for a few more minutes of pumping, so I kept the steady rhythm,
you know: "boom-fuck-a-fuck-a-fuck-a-fuck-a-fuck-a-fuck-a-fuck-a-boom"
I recommend using the CPR technique. Play 'Staying Alive' in your head
and pump at that beat, it's awesome.

Soon enough her heavy panting, the squeezing around my dick and the
excitement of fucking from 0 to 60 caught up with me, and I unloaded my
spunk into her eager beaver. Her pussy milked my cock until there
wasn't a drop left, and I leaned against her, exhausted. Her knees were
shaking as she turned around and kissed me, our tongues dancing
together as our saliva flowed from one end to the other.

"Oh fuck, baby. You fuck me so good." My wife simpered as we
disentangled each other. My cum leaked out of her, running messily down
her shaky thighs.

"You know it, my little cum-bucket."

The dirty talk was more of a joke between us. She'd never been into it
until recently and I constantly tried to best myself in coming up with
the nastiest terms for her.

She laughed and kissed me again. "OK, as long as you know that cock is
mine, we won't have a problem."

"All yours babe, you're all I need." I told her, wishing that I wasn't
seeing her sister's face instead of hers.

As we finished rearranging our clothes, she said. "I still think she's
kind of a floozy."

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Having Amber as an assistant was great. She was very organized, she
helped me categorize my ideas and works in progress and even helped me
set up an improved work schedule, around my family's free time. All in
all, it was a great set up.

Now, given that I was completely absorbed in planning for Sarah's
reckoning, I hadn't paid much attention to Amber's generous assets. In
any case, I saw that she was actually careful and respectful about it,
considering that she was working in our home, around our kids and with
my wife as well.

She didn't flaunt her great tits, but she didn't wear baggy clothes or
anything to hide them. It gave me an occasional boner to see them,
pushing against her shirts when she reached for something, or when she
stretched or did any move that meant her pushing her chest outwards,
but Sarah still occupied my foremost thoughts.

After I finally went through with it, nailed Sarah and the following
fallout of her moving in, finding out she was pregnant and all that
hoopla, Amber was a great help. In the months until Sarah popped out my
baby we all came to like her and care for her, especially my kids.

My wife no longer called her a floozy, in fact she'd kind of taken
Amber under her wing, in a way, and I know for a fact that sometimes
they went for coffee and girl talk, taking Sarah along with them. The
wife I fucked, the sister-in-law I raped and knocked up, and the
assistant with the great tits. Amber was right there with us in the
waiting room while Sarah had my baby. She was practically family now.

And that's when my cock began to twitch around her.

I know, it's fucked up. I really worry that when my daughters (one
officially known as my niece) grow up that the whole 'fuck those
closest to you' perversion becomes an issue. Luckily that's years away.

For now, Amber was the problem. After my second daughter was born, she
wanted to put her classes on hold and work full-time as a nanny. I
think she wanted to make up for a crappy family situation of her own by
inserting herself into ours, which was only clandestinely fucked up.
Whatever her ultimate reasons, she was now not so much my assistant as
she was Sarah's.

My sister-in-law got really depressed after the baby. Even though she
was a successful lawyer, the whole breakup of her marriage and now
really coming to terms with what being a single parent meant took a
toll on her. Brad had given up his attempts at reconciliation months
earlier. He'd even moved to another city to start fresh.

I admit I gave him a subtle push in that endeavor. Up until the time
he'd gone, I'd met him for a beer every couple of weeks, using the
cover story 'to make sure he was okay' but in fact just to see where
his head was at. I made the comment about how he might benefit from a
fresh start. He took it to heart. Bless the poor sod.

Don't look at me like that. I know. yeah, yeah. It's all my fault. But
you kept reading a rape story so deal with the fallout you fucker, just
like I have to.

Sarah's post-partum got so bad at one point that we suggested she get
help, since we hadn't really dealt with anything like that. My wife,
luckily, had gotten over her depression quickly on her own after both
births. She began to see a therapist and my wife enrolled her in a
bunch of classes and stuff that they would do together, to cheer her
up, and that led to me being alone in the house again.

With Amber.

In the months since I nailed Sarah, I had never really gotten the
'alone' time I used to have, no more time for marathon jack-off
championships in my undies in my home office anymore, especially since
hiring Amber. When she hadn't been in class, she'd been in my office,
sorting through my fan mail, archiving my ideas and making notes and
timelines on my stories.

She had a little desk at the front of the large room that was my home
office, her back towards me, where she did her duties. I managed to
sneak a few surreptitious jerks even with her in the room, using
headphones, opening the vids and pics of when I raped Sarah and taking
advantage of the clutter of stuff I liked to keep on my desk to hide
what I was doing.

I lowered my extremely comfortable Herman Miller chair as far as it
would go, swung myself under the desk (a massive wooden piece that
hides my legs) and whacked off slowly and quietly, keeping one eye on
my computer screen and the other on the back of Amber's head. It was
frustrating sometimes, but I still usually managed to get a good jerk
once a day, even with my titsisstant in the office.

When she became a full time nanny for Sarah, I got some of my wank time
back, but from time to time she would still pop in to do some work for
me while the baby was asleep.

Right about the time I began to get physical reactions when I looked at
her- as in elongation of the osseous kind- I began picturing her in
some of the scenarios in my head. It wasn't an all-consuming obsession
like Sarah had been, but little by little as the weeks went by, she
popped up more often at the end of my self-applied massage therapy
sessions.

I took the excuse of photographing the baby to get wide shots of Amber
holding her, and a lot of them were good enough (once I cut my daughter
out of the pictures) for spanking the monkey. I began my small database
labeled: Nanny. No names. If there's one thing you should take away
from this story is the need to become fucking Batman when you're hiding
sick shit like the perversions I have. All the files were zipped,
password protected and I removed the extensions at the end so any
layperson wouldn't be able to access those files.

Is it a pain in the ass to reverse the process in order to jack off?
Yeah. Definitely. But is it worth losing every single person you love,
and ruining your life if you get caught? No.

So, with my new interest in the busty Amber, it was inevitable that
scenarios would begin pop into my head as to what I would do to her if
I got the chance.

First thing I tried to establish, was whether I really wanted to fuck
her. Like I said, she's cute, but if it wasn't for her awesome rack,
she'd be just like any regular moderately attractive girl you see every
day.

So When I boiled it down, what I really wanted was to see her tits. I
wanted to touch them, squeeze them. Maybe rub my cock in the valley
between her melonic mountains. I wanted to pinch her nipples, bite them
lightly, and tongue them until they were pointing up at the sky.

Of course, the more I thought about it, the more worked up I got, so I
admitted to myself that hey, if I was already jacking off with her
tits, if my cock happened to slide between her lips, it wouldn't be the
end of the world. I would cum on her tits then. And maybe a little on
her chin. OK, maybe I'd cum in her mouth too.

Then I thought, hell, if she can take a cum shot, she can probably
handle a little more. Maybe I could still strip her, and depending on
what I found, decide whether to take it further.

Who was I kidding? If I got her stripped down, I'd probably just fuck
her. She may not be as hot as my wife or Sarah, but she's still got a
nice small waist that accentuates her big tits. Mmmm, her legs aren't
that bad, either, from what I've been able to tell.

Oh fuck it.

I knew that I wasn't going to stop with a tit job. But I also knew that
I couldn't take it as far as I did with Sarah. No way was I going to
take the chance of knocking Amber up. There's just one problem.

I fucking hate condoms.

Yeah, I know, I'm a Police Officer's dream rapist. One that doesn't
like to use condoms. And I know all about safe-sex and shit, too, but
honestly, Sarah is the only woman aside from my wife that I've fucked
bareback.

And look how that turned out.

So I decided to do some detective work this time around.

When I got the chance, I took a peek in Amber's purse. Score. She had
that little plastic thingie with birth-control pills. Awesome. If she's
on the pill, I can be pretty sure that she's having regular sex as
well.

That presented another problem, for me. I don't like the idea of
dipping my wick in a community pool. I had to know if Amber was the
sweet, innocent, only-fucks-her-boyfriend kind of girl, or if she got
around. I didn't care when I fucked Sarah, but that was because I was
out of my mind with lust for her pussy. This time I was going to be
more careful. It would suck to get syph or the clap or some other shit
that might be spreading around her college.

To begin with, I didn't know Amber's boyfriend. I knew she had one,
she'd mentioned a Mark or Matt or some shit like that at one point, but
I've never met him. So when the time of my niece's (daughter's)
christening came along, I casually asked her if she was bringing her
boyfriend to the event. She said that she would. Alright. I could do
some more digging at the party.

When I met the guy, I got lucky again. The guy wasn't one of those
frat-boy douche bags who would probably have skanks on the side and
bring all those germs to Amber's playground. He seemed like a decent,
if a bit shy, normal guy. And he was a fan. Score! In between the
minutes where I let him ask me all sorts of questions about my books, I
slipped in some questions of my own. He didn't notice.

Turns out, my dear Amber and her hipsterish boy had only recently begun
doing the horizontal tango. And he was pretty sure she'd been a virgin
before. I'm not Sherlock Holmes, I didn't deduce this from a stain on
the lapel of his jacket, or the way he tied his shoelaces. I just got
the guy buzzed with beer and shifted the conversation to the sexual
part of my books.

Now, some guys might get uncomfortable talking about sex in a sensual
way with another guy, I know, but not me. I like writing about sex and
don't have a problem discussing it with anyone. OK, maybe not my
grandma. But really, I'm OK talking about more than 'I nailed that
bitch over the hood of my car, bro. High five!'

So Marcus (pretentious little shit didn't like being called Mark)
loosened up talking about the sex scenes in my books. Particularly
about a certain chesty, blue-skinned alien that appeared on the covers.
Her name is Naa'ira, and she gets down and dirty fighting space pirates
and monsters in my series. Mark (fuck him!) was clearly a fan of hers,
kind of the same way Princess Leia affected me growing up.

So he basically led himself off the cliff. He was asking me about how
real the scenes felt and if I wrote them from experience (which I did,
and DO), and I asked him if he'd ever tried out any of them. He turned
beet red and cast a furtive glance at Amber, but I noticed. He said
that he'd tried to do some of the stuff, but his girlfriend was very
shy and was new at sex. He looked mortified when he said that but I
clapped him on the back and told him not to worry about it.

I could have hugged the guy, but instead I changed the subject to the
action parts and he began regaling me with his theories on where I was
taking the characters and the series as a whole. All in all, I had to
sit and listen to him for a couple of hours but I think it was worth
it.

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It's been a couple of weeks into Operation Amber. I had a hiccup along
the way when I learned that she's allergic to citrus. Fuck. So the
Roofie Colada Rape Delivery System is off the table at the moment. But
looking at the positives, it's better to have learned about that now
rather than when my cock was nestled between her tits, and she erupted
in hives or something.

So, I've been trying to find other delivery systems, and chocolate milk
seems to be the winner. There's just a little something off about the
flavor when I mix in the compound, but if you add cinnamon and claim
that it's 'the way your Nana made it' you can get away with it.

I chose chocolate milk because I saw her scarf down one box out of my
kid's stash when she thought no one was looking. So point for me. Now,
the rest of the logistics were also on the way to being taken care of.

I figured that the best way to do the deed was in my own home, this
time. I just needed my wife, Sarah and my kids to be absent.

Thank goodness for cruise ships!

I booked my family one of those week-long trips through the Caribbean,
and that took care of that. The hard part was making an excuse for me
and Amber to stay. Sarah wanted to take Amber, so she'd have help with
the baby, but I played the only card I had: I needed help.

For months I had forged ahead of schedule on my own work, but I hadn't
handed anything in, letting deadlines loom closer, until my publicist
was busting my balls. I had also put up a very good front of being
stressed and worried, keeping long hours working, when I was actually
jerking off. All so that everyone, including Amber, thought that I was
way behind on my work, and that I had to stay behind.

"You just want to get us away so you can work without us interrupting
you, don't you?" My very bright wife said at one point. She was right,
but not about the kind of work I wanted to get done.

"I swear, I don't know how this happened." I played the martyr.

Years of being the good guy, the stand-up guy, the dependable one, it
all paid off, guys.

"I think Amber should stay behind and help you." Sarah said.

Sarah. My delicious sister-in-law who'd unknowingly had my baby. I say
delicious because she's been putting her pregnancy behind her in a good
way. She's almost back in the shape she had when I raped her. My cock
was stirring for her again, too. She recommended it. Yep. That
happened.

"Well, it would be useful having an extra set of hands..." I said. "But
what about you? Don't you need help with the baby?" Even as I write
this I can't believe I said that. Way to cut it close, dickbrain.

"Don't be silly, you hired her to help you in the first place, I just
stole her." The previous victim of my attentions said to me.

My wife agreed. It didn't seem like it was reluctant. Score and Score!

"Ok, then, if you guys think it's best.." I was dancing inside, but I
managed to put on a resigned face.

Two weeks later, when the time came for them to leave, I was in my
office, pretending to work when my wife entered and locked the door
behind her. I looked at her sheepishly, but my cock was ahead of my
brain, and was already beginning to stiffen.

"The cab should be here in about twenty minutes." My beautiful wife
said huskily. "I thought maybe I should say goodbye properly."

She came around my desk and straddled me. She was wearing a pretty,
pale yellow sun dress that hiked up to her hips as she climbed on top
of me. My cock sprang to full attention against my sweatpants (part of
my writing uniform) and I could feel her warm moisture seeping through
her panties as she grinded on me.

As far as foreplay goes, feeling a warm pussy push against your cock
through straining fabric is a definite winner, and I quickly looped my
thumbs on the straps of her dress and pulled it down, taking her bra
along for the ride as her perky, rose-tipped mounds bounced free. I
began to eagerly lick and suck on her nipples, which stiffened as I
pulled her down harder against my dick.

She moaned as she continued to grind against me, I began panting too. I
needed to feel her warm embrace. I straightened quickly, making her
gasp, and pulled her up onto my desk, pushing aside my laptop as I laid
her across it. My wife's long, supple legs rose in the air around my
head as I quickly pulled down my sweats. As I lowered myself to get my
foot out of the pants, my face dropped to her wet snatch, the fabric of
her panties a darker rosy color from the dampness that soaked them.

If you know our history, you know my wife has never been into getting
oral sex, she found it gross, but she'd been coming around slowly. If
she was caught up in the ecstasy of our fucking, she would sometimes
wrap her lips around my cock, no matter that it was covered with her
own juices. In the months since she'd done that, I'd gotten her to let
me eat her out a couple of times, and I think she was getting into it.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 02

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-02

The second time... it's easier.

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Now, with her sweet aroma overwhelming me, I grabbed her panties and
pulled them aside, burying my tongue between her folds before she could
protest. I quickly found her clit and began massaging it with the tip
of my tongue. She grabbed my hair and tried to pull me away at first,
but then she gasped and moaned as I flicked her this way and that,
sending jolts of pleasure up her body. Her fingers loosened and she
began to pant heavily.

I kept my cunning linguistic attentions focused on her for an entire
minute, and I swear that even though I couldn't make her cum, she got
pretty damned close to it. In the end, I remembered that we didn't have
much time so I pulled my tongue out of her pussy and licked my way up
her tight stomach, jumping over the bunched up dress and encircling her
left nipple as I positioned my cock near her wet entrance.

I saw her body spasm as the head of my cock slid into her soft, wet and
warm pussy and her eyes were rolled back in her head. I nuzzled her
neck and bit it as I thrust hard into her, my hands under and around
her as I pulled her to me in time with my arches. I was super excited
by now, and wouldn't last much longer. Fucking from 0 to 60 always
destroyed my endurance.

Luckily, it seemed that my wife was good to go as well. I love making
her cum. I love feeling that I'm responsible for the pleasure she's
feeling. It gives me a sense of power, I guess. So when I saw her
squeeze her eyes together and turn her head to the side, I knew she was
on the verge.

My cum was boiling up in my balls as well, that feeling when you know
you won't be able to hold back anymore. I actually came before she did,
but she was right behind me. I shot my first load into her tight hole
and was rewarded a second later when her velvet grip on my cock
tightened, milking my sperm into her as her orgasm hit.

God, it was awesome. Why do I need more than this? I have no answers.

When we came down off our high, I was lying on her, our fluids coating
the edge of my desk, and I leaned in to kiss her. She hesitated at
first, but then opened her mouth to let my tongue in. Oh yes, she was
definitely coming around. The taste of her pussy mixed with her saliva
was incredible, and after a minute we were in full make-out mode, she
was sucking on my tongue and I was biting her lips as I gripped her
hair and pulled, making her moan. We both kissed with our eyes open.
We've always done so. We like to see each other as we make out.

We were interrupted by a honking horn.

Shit. The cab had arrived.

We reluctantly pulled apart, and began to straighten ourselves out. My
wife was giggling and I was chuckling. I really do love her more every
day. I just wish it was enough.

"I was just going to suck your cock, you know..." She told me sweetly
as she re-arranged her dress.

"Yeah, like that was going to be enough for me when you're wearing that
dress." I told her truthfully.

Her smile beamed at me.

"I also loved the way you tongued my pussy."

I almost fell over, I was so surprised. Pleasantly so, but still, I
hadn't expected the comment.

"I would eat you out every day if you let me." I looked her straight in
the eye to let her know I meant it.

Her eyes took on a mischievous look. "Good to know. I might just let
you do that when we get back."

I pulled her to me and kissed her again. Hard. We didn't pay attention
to the second honking of the horn, but had to stop with the knock on my
office door.

"Dammit!" I said.

"Don't worry." My wife whispered in my ear. "I'll be back for this cock
soon." She grabbed the front of my sweats, which were sticking out like
a pitched tent.

As I went with her to open the door, I completely forgot that someone
had knocked on it, so when I opened it Sarah, who had been leaning on
it like an idiot, tumbled inside. The whole moment seemed to stretch
out in slow motion.

I saw her twisting as she fell, her hands reaching for something to
hold on to and missing the door frame. I saw her mouth open in surprise
as she fell into me. I had a clear view of my sweat-pant covered
erection poking her in the cheek as she tumbled into the room. I froze.
I looked at my wife, but her eyes were on her sister, who was babbling
as she picked herself off the floor.

She looked up at me, but the stretched pants obscured half of her face.
She was essentially kneeling in front of my erection. I would've
enjoyed the scene if my wife hadn't been there to witness it.

"Ohmygod!
I'msosorryIdidn'tmeantoeavesdropIjustdidn'tknowwhatwasgoingon!" Sara
fell into a rant.

She spoke so rapidly that it was hard to make out what she was saying,
but I managed to make out that she'd been eavesdropping. But for how
long?

Had she heard us fucking? It was awesome to think so. I don't know why
it excited me. I think it was like when she'd walked in on my wife
sucking my dick. I liked imagining that I was in her thoughts with
sexual overtones.

If it had happened months earlier, I would have had to remember to act
embarrassed, but she'd been living in our house for the better part of
a year now, the lines had become blurred. I'd seen her enough times
walking out of the shower in a towel (which usually led to a wank), and
vice-versa that it wasn't that big of a deal for her to have heard us
fucking. We (my wife and I) joked a lot too, which helped.

She'd never bumped into my erect cock, though, so Sarah was still
embarrassed. I placed myself behind my wife, to hide the erection, but
it also worked out nicely since my dick pressed against her firm ass
through her dress.

My wife, as usual, came to the rescue. "God, Sarah, I know you haven't
gotten laid in a while, but couldn't you at least wait until I was done
to see if you could have a turn?" I snickered behind her. My wife's
humor had become sharp and blunt, paralleling the growth of her sexual
appetites. She'd definitely seen the cockllision, but saw it for the
accident it had really been.

Sarah was mortified. Her face was crimson but she held her own. "Jeez
don't you guys do anything other than fuck?" She'd developed a thicker
skin living in our house, and had learned that humor was often our best
escape for awkward situations.

"Hey, I'm not going to see her for a whole week. I had to give her
something to remember me by." I said.

My wife laughed and turned and kissed me before saying bye and leaving.
Sarah started to follow her but hung back. She looked back at me
through the opening of the door she'd been closing.

"I don't think you need to worry there, lover boy. From what I heard,
she's getting all she needs right here. You almost put my eye out with
that thing." She said as she closed the door all the way.

I swear there was something in her voice, a glint in her eye. Had she
just sounded wistful? Probably just my imagination. Still, I had an
hour before Amber got here. I used that time to rekindle the lustful
torch I carried for my sister-in-law, enjoying the video I shot of her
as I fucked her in the ass.

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It's been three days since my family left. Today is showtime, I think.
Amber's been staying over in Sarah's room, and I've been working her
ragged. Not sexually, unfortunately. I've just been unloading on her.
Not my cum, regrettably, just my notes and the work I'd hidden for the
past months. She's been pretty tired most nights. But not from me
fucking her, sadly.

We've 'worked' sixteen-hour days, and I've been slipping her increasing
doses of the compound so she's been getting even more tired each night.
By six in the afternoon she's usually swaying in her chair. I've caught
her dozing off a couple of times, and when I wake her, she can't
remember anything.

Last night I let her fall asleep and carried her up to the room, tucked
her into bed. I didn't do anything, this was all part of the plan. This
morning she was horrified that I'd done that, apologizing over and over
again, but I told her not to worry about it. She woke up to find
herself fully clothed like she'd been. No reason to worry. I'm golden.

"It's OK, I've carried my kids up to their bed enough times." I
laughed. What a sick fuck, right?

"Gosh I don't know why I'm so sleepy lately. I'm going to have some
coffee."

"I'll get it." I interjected, and went to the kitchen before she could
protest.

This time I gave her a nice big dose inside the mug, added a lot of
sugar, like I know she liked it. I had discarded the original chocolate
milk plan since I saw the copious amounts of coffee she drank. I should
have said something. It might stunt her growth. Ah well.

"You know, if you're still sleepy you can just take a nap until lunch.
I kind of ended last night on a roll and I'm just going to finish that
train of thought and bang out the ending. You can clean it up after."

She smiled. She was used to having to proofread my stuff after an
all-nighter.

I handed her the mug and she gratefully took a generous gulp. It was
eight in the morning. Showtime began at nine.

I had already set up my 'rape kit' the previous night. My headset
camera was charged up with an empty memory card in it. I carried Amber
to Sarah's room. I placed her on the bed gently and took several photos
as she lay there. They were for reference, so I could put everything
back the way it was.

I began undressing her. I took off her thin sweater, leaving her with a
plain white strappy shirt that hugged her torso and seemed to be about
to pop around her chest. I took her shoes off and slipped off her
jeans, which were kind of a tight fit on her, and took some more
pictures. I left her socks on. She was lying there, unconscious, in her
panties and shirt and socks. Remember how I said she wasn't much of a
looker? Well... she still wasn't. She was cute, but I honestly didn't
find her mind-numbingly attractive.

That's where the whole scenario kicked in. She was lying there,
exposed, helpless, for me to do as I wanted with her. Her tits strained
in her bra. Her white, cotton panties were those hiphuggers, not sexy
thongs but it just made her seem more vulnerable. My cock needed no
further urging, it was straining against my underwear already. What a
rapist asshole, eh?

I turned her over, placed a pillow under her hips so that her ass was
pointed skyward, her hair obscuring her slack-jawed face. I undid her
bra without taking off her shirt and slipped it out without too much
effort. I took more and more pictures.

I ran my hands all over her prone body, feeling her flesh goose bump as
I caressed the back of her legs, running my fingertips up the inside of
her thighs until I reached her cloth-covered pussy. I pulled her
panties to one side and looked at her hidden treasure.

Amber didn't trim much.

It wasn't a deal breaker for me, but I'm really more into the clean-cut
shaved pussies, or even a neatly trimmed landing strip. Amber had a
full-blown bush between her legs. This only reaffirmed my opinion that
she didn't have much experience in the sack. It's the 2000's people,
who keeps a heavy bush anymore? People who don't get out much, I
thought. Maybe I was wrong, but I didn't think so.

From the angle I had placed her I could see her tiny, puckered asshole
beckoning, but I'd learned my lesson. There was no way that I was going
to get away with fucking her in the ass without her waking up later and
discovering the anal incursion. I sighed and continued examining her
pussy.

It was a pretty pussy, despite the fact that it needed a haircut.
Lovely, pouty pink lips looked so little as I spread them apart with my
fingers. I slowly inserted my index finger, up to my knuckle. She was
so tight. Definitely not a virgin, though.

My explorations made her moan softly, and I began to massage her clit
with my thumb as I continued to probe inside her with two fingers. I
was already recording and I saw as her pussy began to moisten more and
more as I finger-fucked her. Her scent began to permeate the room and I
held up my juice-coated fingers up to my nose and inhaled her musty
aroma. I licked the tip of my index finger. Tasty. Almost virginal, I'd
say.

Before I could get more carried away, I decided to keep exploring her
body. I turned her over again, taking her panties off as I did, leaving
her legs spread open like a whore, and I saw the piece-du-resistance.

Her magnificent tits were there, beneath the thin cover of her white
top. She had big nipples and areolas. Not freakishly big, but rather
proportional to her tits, which were huge. You could tell they weren't
surgically improved because of the way the fell, in natural, bouncy
fashion underneath the straining fabric.

Holy fuck, they were gorgeous. I immediately began to massage them
through her shirt, feeling her already erect nipples harden further as
I rubbed them with my fingertips. I felt myself drooling. I pulled down
on her top a bit harder than I'd wanted to and a got a nice 'snap' from
her shirt. Crap. I gritted my teeth and carefully pulled the straps
from her shoulders, pulling her shirt down around her belly button.

I leaned back and took in the glorious sight.

Amber was there, on my sister-in-law's bed, naked except for her white,
cotton shirt bunched around her waist. Her legs spread and her
glistening bush sparkling in the light just above her slightly parted
pussy lips. her limp arms were splayed on the bed, bent at the elbow
almost in a defensive pose. Her head was turned to the side, her hair
covering half of her face, leaving one closed eye and her slightly open
mouth uncovered. A little drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

And right in the middle of the tableau were her tits. Her gorgeous,
magnificent, round, plump, bouncy, big tits, rising and falling as she
breathed shallowly, almost panting like a dog. A real bitch in heat. It
was an amazing sight, and I took a minute to capture it for posterity
with my camera.

After I did that, I climbed off the bed a stripped. I left my socks on
too. Hey, my feet get cold.

I positioned myself back on top of her, guiding my immensely
average-sized cock (a respectable 5-incher, but we've been over this)
between her tits. It was like feeding a tick-tack to a whale. Or at
least, that's how my dick looked between Amber's tits.

I smushed them together and they actually touched around and above my
cock. Big tits. Gotta love 'em. I remembered that I hadn't actually
tasted them yet, so I shifted myself down and began to lick her left
breast with gusto.

It took a while to encircle her big tit and my tongue actually dried up
a bit by the time I made the whole circuit. I nibbled on her nipple,
teased it with my tongue. I squeezed both of them in my hands and
motorboated her, leaving my mouth open, slavering all over her chest.

I might have spent the better part of an hour on her tits. I got a good
reaction from her, eliciting small moans whenever I circled her areolas
with my tongue. A glance downstairs showed me that her pussy was
leaking through and through with her juices, My cock was pressed up
against her shin at that time as I laid across and on top of her, and I
couldn't help but hump her leg a little.

It's difficult, you know? You want to do ten things at the same time. I
wanted to keep licking and fondling her tits, I wanted to slide my dick
in her pussy, feel her velvet glovebox around my cock, but I also
wanted to slide my penis inside her mouth and skull fuck her at the
same time that I wanted to use her tits to jack myself off on her face
and chest.

Sigh. So much to do. So little time.

I decided to 'stay on target', at least the original goals, and went
for the titfuck.

I climbed up again and placed my cock between her tits, where it was
all slippery from my lingual attentions. It was a good surface,
conducive to recreational activities and I grabbed both of her tits,
one in each hand (no shit, Sherlock) as I balanced myself on top of
her. I shifted my weight (I didn't want to crack one of her ribs) and
found a comfortable position where her tits enclosed my dick with
enough grip to jerk me off, but not so that my weight was on her chest.

He breasts were pliable in my hands, soft and firm at the same time,
like only real tits can feel. I began to slide my cock between her
tits, increasing the pace as I felt the crescendo rise in my balls. I
was already pretty worked up. I only spent about two minutes fucking
her big tits before I exploded. I shot a stream of cum in an arch
across her chest, splashing her neck and chin. A little even fell on
her lips. Awesome.

I took care to not make such a big mess, pushing her hair away from her
face and above her head carefully, so I would have less to clean up
afterwards. Doing that brought my face close to hers, and I immediately
knew what I was going to do next.

Her eyelids drooped as I raised her head with a pillow. I moved myself
up to her face, my cock still relatively hard, and I poked it in her
half-open mouth. Amber had a nice mouth. She had nice, hard-working
spit-generating glands too, because as her warm oral cavity engulfed me
I slid easily past the back of her tongue and into her throat. Damn.
the feeling was amazing.

My dick went all the way hard again in a few seconds as I ground my
pelvis against her face. Her gagging sounds only excited me more and I
was pretty sure I'd cum quickly. My balls were resting on her chin,
spreading the spit that slipped out around my cock as I drove my fleshy
spear into her face over and over again. I couldn't last.

I came for the second time as I pulled back from her, filling her mouth
with my cum and sending it spewing out as soon as I pushed forward
again, making her choke between my hard rod and all the baby-making
fluid I was feeding her. My cum dribbled down her chin, and made a pool
in her suprasternal notch (look it up, motherfucker, it's a real
thing). I wound down slowly, still pushing my cock back and forth in
her mouth as I sent a couple of small streams of sperm with small
jerks.

Damn that felt good.

I kept my dick in her mouth as I focused with my forehead-mounted
camera, which had recorded everything. It had gotten a bit messier than
I'd intended. Oh well. I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her limp
mouth, sliding it out to rest on her chin for a few more visuals.

I then debated something. I knew she was on the pill. The chances of
knocking her up were small, but I wondered if maybe I should still wash
my cock before I measured how deep her pussy was with it.

In the end, caution won out and I stumbled off of her and went to wash
my cock in the shower. I came back out a minute later, ready for round
two.

Her pussy had dried out a bit, and I gotta admit that her bush
discouraged me from going down on her to make her wet, I don't like
mustaches, so I just played with her clit for a minute until her juices
began flowing again.

I rubbed my dick across her bush, just to see how it felt. It wasn't
all that unpleasant, with was good, kind of ticklish, but I still
wasn't sold on the whole 70's porn star look. Aaaaanyway....

I rubbed the head of my dick between her pussy lips, waiting to get
hard again. Hey, I'm not a breeding stallion. I need time. Luckily the
slight suction generated by her moist cunt helped my erection come back
quickly.

I pressed myself against her and the head of my cock popped inside her.
Amber was tight. I mean really, really tight. I could barely move
inside her. I almost thought that maybe she'd been a virgin after all,
but what little I could move of my dick made me pretty sure that wasn't
the case.

She just wasn't stretched out yet.

I hadn't had a virginal pussy since my wife and I fucked for the first,
awkward, halting time. I gotta say. It's nice. What made it nicer was
the way her tits bounced as I hammered her. They made wide arcs, up and
down as my momentum burst against her. As she got wetter, I began to
fit better inside her, snug as a bug, until I was pretty much buried
all the way, our pubes mingling (I keep mine very short, but hers
reached it).

Roofie Coladas Ch. 02

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-02

The second time... it's easier.

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I wasn't paying much attention to the way I pounded her pussy though,
because I was captivated by her bouncing breasts. I fell on them and
began to lick and suck on them, stopping myself short of biting because
I didn't want to leave telltale marks.

I lost myself in a slow grind that let me play with her tits as I
fucked her. I slowed down, sped up when I needed to, but I was
entranced by her tits. They jiggled and swayed as I grabbed them, they
flowed away from my hands sometimes and I had to fight to keep a grip
on them so they wouldn't slip. I don't honestly know how long I played
with them.

Eventually my cock got tired of holding out and I knew I was seconds
away from bursting. I continued the 'safe' plan and pulled out,
scrambling to push my dick between her tits. I only made it past one
push between her melons before I came. Once again, I splattered her
chest, neck, but this time I managed to hit her nose too. 100 points
for me.

I fell back from her, spent. I checked the time. 2 o'clock. Holy shit.
I'd been at this for hours. I had to get moving.

I put away my camera and cleaned up the room. Only the bed was really
mussed up. I changed the sheets (after laying Amber in the bathroom
tub) lit a candle and sprayed some air freshener, and ten minutes later
the room looked pristine. I then went to the bathroom and cleaned Amber
and myself up in the tub. The cleaning and wiping itself was easy,
getting her out and clothed again was a bitch. I inspected her closely,
getting my camera and comparing her with the photos I'd taken. She
looked okay.

After it was all done I came to the part I dreaded. It was naive to
think that when she woke up she'd be unaware that something had
happened. I tucked her in, fully clothed, and gritted my teeth. The
next part was NOT going to be fun.

Hey, don't worry! I'm not going to kill her or anything, promise! But I
do need to do something to get her mind off the aches she might feel in
her pussy, tits and mouth. I sighed and closed my eyes. Then I pushed
her off the bed.

She fell awkwardly, the sheets tangling her up as she fell, and she hit
her head on the night table. I grimaced. I peeked around the bed at her
and saw that she was lying face down, a small cut on her forehead where
she'd struck the table. She was groaning and moving weakly. The wound
wasn't serious, more of a scrape, but I was sure I was just
rationalizing. I hoped I hadn't injured her badly.

I crept out of the room as she began grunting, fighting the last
effects of the drugs. I closed the door quietly and sneaked downstairs,
preparing myself. I sat down on my chair, counted to ten and called
out.

"Amber?" no answer.

I breathed in calmly and called out again. This time I heard a faint
sound. That was my cue. I got up in a rush and threw open the door to
my office, I rushed up the stairs and made sure to stomp my feet, so
she'd hear me coming up the stairs. I got to Sarah's room and knocked
loudly.

"Amber are you alright?"

I heard a pitiful cry from inside. Fuck. This might be bad.

I opened the door and found her pretty much where I'd left her. Only
she was on her back, clutching her left hand to her chest. She was
gripping her wrist with her right hand between her lovely breasts. The
cut on her forehead had begun to bleed a little bit. Holy shit. It
looked like she'd been attacked. Fuck. This was soooooo not how I had
planned this out.

I went to her side, keeping my game face on.

"Oh my god! What happened?"

"I fell." She said through her teeth. "I think I broke my wrist."

"Oh no! You've got a nasty cut on your head! How'd this happen?"

She looked around dazedly. I held my breath. She was trying to work out
what had happened.

"I don't know... weren't we..?" She frowned. I had to step in and fill
the gaps before she did.

"You were still tired this morning, and I told you to catch a few winks
until noon. I didn't want to wake you when you didn't come down for
lunch, so I let you sleep."

Her eyes were clouded with confusion and pain. She released her wrist
with a whimper and touched the large knot on her forehead. She winced,
then began to cry when she saw her fingers come away stained with a
little blood.

I knew I was fucked. There was no way I couldn't take her to the
emergency room. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!

I just had to pray to heaven, hell and everything in between that they
wouldn't examine her further. I helped her untangle herself from the
sheets and half carried her downstairs. I loaded her into my car and
drove to the emergency room.

My luck held out. There'd been a big pile-up in the freeway the
previous night with dozens of injuries (someone up there likes me.. or
maybe below?), and when I drove up with Amber they were still doing
triage on a lot of the ones that weren't in critical condition.

Since Amber was more or less ambulatory, we sat for three hours in the
waiting room until a doctor could see her. The seats were uncomfortable
as hell, but it worked in my favor. My back and ass hurt by the end of
it, and I gave surreptitious glances towards Amber every few minutes to
see how she was coping.

She was still holding her own wrist, but she squirmed and grunted. I
asked her what was wrong and she said that her back hurt, and her neck
and head from sitting there. Good. I noticed that her lips had been
puffy from when I'd skull-fucked her, but between her crying and the
time since it's happened, I figured she wouldn't notice. Besides, she'd
hit her head. She had a nice big bruise around the cut, which was
already turning purple, but at least it had stopped bleeding. I got her
ice from a machine in regular intervals, and basically just doted on
her as a father would.

Yeah. I know. What a sick bastard. Well, fuck you, you read this story,
so there!

When an exhausted-looking doctor finally examined her he gave her a
short once-over, put her wrist in a small cast and prescribed her some
meds. The nurse was a little more attentive, actually giving me a hard
look when we said what had happened, but since Amber had pretty much
bought that story, and she sounded sincere, I don't think she continued
her train of thought.

Phew.

It was around 9 by the time we got back home. I'd picked up Amber's
prescriptions on the way and had kept talking all the while. She wasn't
concussed, according to the doctor, but I still tried to keep her from
falling asleep.

She was struggling to stay awake and I finally tucked her in Sarah's
bed, in the bed where I'd defiled her body hours earlier, fully
clothed. She didn't care, and of course, I didn't suggest that she
change. That would've been creepy. Heh.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead, on the opposite side of her bruise,
and told her it would be alright. That she'd feel better in the
morning. She fell asleep quickly.

I went to my bathroom and splashed water on my face. What a day.

I couldn't help smiling at myself in the mirror.

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Three days later my family returned. They found Amber in the living
room watching TV, awkwardly eating the chicken soup I'd made her with
her right hand (she's a lefty), in my recliner, covered with a blanket
enjoying some daytime soap opera. Hey, I know how to take care of my
victims, ok?. Never let it be said that I'm an un-attentive rapist.

They gushed all over her and she had to tell the story of what happened
twice. I was standing in the doorway the whole while, looking at them.
My wife had scooched into the recliner with Amber, with her arm around
her, my son was sitting on the floor next to them, staring with
adoration at my second rape victim (I'm pretty sure he's crushing on
her, hard, which is kind of sick, really, she's almost like a sister to
him. HAH!). My eldest daughter was on the couch next to my first rape
victim.

Sarah.

She looked good.

The cruise had done wonders for her skin and mood. She had a healthy
glow and she was smiling as she listened to Amber tell the story a
third time, in a mostly different way. She was wearing the same dress
my wife had when they'd left. She'd probably borrowed it. It looked
good on her too.

My cock stirred. Heeeeeeeeellooooo...

Sarah held our daughter in her arms, and I couldn't help but smile at
the baby. My baby. I walked over and picked her up gently. Sarah spared
me a glance and a smile.

"So... you're a hero? A real Knight in Shining Armor?" She laughed, her
eyes twinkling in a strange light. Like she was looking at me for the
first time.

My wife beamed at me. Amber smiled from ear to ear as well.

I had been inside all three of them. I had skullfucked each of them
until I had cum down their throats.

"I'm no hero... I just... love my family."

The "Awwwwwwwwwww" they all let out sounded as if they'd reheased it. I
sat next to Sarah and made faces at my daughter.

THE END?

Story Tags: unconscious; roofies; drugged; titjob; skullfucking

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