I Was Raped While I Was Selling Cosmetics

Years ago, I used to sell ladies cosmetics. I'm sure you would know the one I'm talking about if I mentioned them by name. It was a door to door job. I really thought it would be a good way to make some extra money an I loved their products. My husband didn't want me to do it but, I convinced him to let me.

I went to all my neighbors, knocked on their door, spoke to the lady of the lady of the house an if no one answered I left my book. Many times they'd call me and give me an order. I did fairly well at first an I enjoyed getting out. My husband didn't want me working outside the house. He felt it was his job to make the money, mine was to be a homemaker. We weren't gonna have kids yet.

I'm 5'1", about 100 lbs., petite and I have blonde hair and brown eyes. I have a nice figure. I wear a size 6 and a 32C bra. My husbands says I'm built like a brick shit house, whatever that means. I never understood that comparison. I think it's supposed to be good though.

Anyway, I went out one morning selling my things and knocked on this door about 2 streets over from my house. A gentleman answered an I told him what I was selling. I ask if the lady of the house was home and he invited me in, implying she was. I went in and he was in his robe.

He said he works nights and was getting ready to go to bed. He made a lot of small talk an I was waiting for him to call his wife. Now, back when this happened, women didn't wear pants very often out in public. That's how long ago it was. So, I had on a dress and heels.

This guy was asking if they had men's items. I said yes, a couple and started showing the few things for men we had. He sat down close to me and seemed very interested. I ask when was his wife coming. He put his arm around me and said, "Well, she's not here." I got nervous because, he was a man at least 6'2", about 220 lbs. an a lot bigger than I was.

I tried to get up off the couch. He said, "Where you going?" I said as calmly as an could, "I'll leave my book an if she or you are interested in anything just give me a call." He was holding his arm around my waist. I said, "You need to let me go." He said, "I'd rather you stay." I tried to get up and remove his hand from my waist when he pulled me up on his lap.

His robe fell open and he was completely naked under it. He was hard and he reached up under my dress and pulled my panties and garter belt down. I'm yelling for him to let me go. He said, "This won't take but a few minutes an then I'll let you go." "Please don't do this." "Honey you're to irresistible to not." He said, "You've got my dick all stirred up and hard an I've gotta fuck this little pussy of yours in order for me to be able to go to sleep." "You can't expect me to be able to sleep after you made my dick so hard." "I just know your little pussy will make me cum an I'll sleep like a baby."

He laid me down on the couch pulled my panties and garter belt off then, forced his body between my legs and said, "You're a little thing aren't cha." "I bet your pussy is gonna be tight on my dick." I couldn't believe he was talking to me like this. This was considered to be extremely vulgar back then, speaking like that to a woman.

I'd never heard some of the words he spoke to me. He took his dick in his hand and was sliding it between my pussy lips. He started putting it in me an it was very tight. He was much bigger than my husband. He put the head in and said, "Oh baby, this is gonna feel so good." "You are tight." Then he rammed his dick in as far as he could. It hurt me. I yelled out, "Oh stop."

He said, "Give it a minute baby an you'll adjust to it." He rammed it in me and stopped, holding it in me. "When I start fucking you, if you'll cum all over my dick, it'll slide in an out better." I thought, oh my gosh how disgusting. I couldn't believe he was saying these nasty things to me. His dick felt so big and invasive to me. Then he started sliding in an out. He was moaning saying, "I ain't had this tight of a pussy in a long time honey." "You're making me feel so good."

"Are you gonna cum on my dick?" "Come on fuck daddy's dick and cum all over it." I was so repulsed. He raised up and started fucking me differently. His dick was now rubbing my clit. Even my husband didn't make me cum unless he played with my clit with his hand. I didn't want to feel good with this stranger fucking me but, he was making me feel like my husband did with his hand.

Oh my gosh, I was gonna climax on this guy raping me. Then he said, "Fuck your tight an your gonna make me cum." "I want you to cum, now cum on my dick, come on baby you know you want to." I did, I did wanna cum. An I did cum on his dick. I gave a deep groaning sigh as I exploded. I felt so guilty. I'd never had a clitoral climax with a dick in me. It felt so good. I wanted to embrace him and tell him to make me cum again.

He knew I cum. He was sliding in an out so much easier and he started fucking me fast and hard. He said, "There ya go baby, now he's grunting as he's pounding me and talking. "Didn't that feel good when you cum on my dick?" "Man, I'm loving this pussy but, I gotta cum baby." He was fucking me hard and he was swelling up getting harder then, I cum again.

I remember hearing myself saying "Noooo." He rammed into me and he cum. He jerked and cum some more as he did. He pushed up in me and then kinda relaxed on top of me. I was so embarrassed. I felt such shame because, I had cum twice on a rapist dick. He raised up and looked at me. "You like my dick didn't cha baby?"
I closed my eyes and he kissed my mouth. He got up off of me and rubbed my pussy as he did. He looked at me and said, "You are a little thing."

He pulled me up and handed me my panties and garter belt. My hose were still on. He had just unhooked them. He brought me a wash rag then walked out of the room. I wiped my pussy and put my panties and garter belt back on. He came back in the room and brought a cup of coffee for both of us.

I looked at him and said, "No thanks." "I gotta go." He said, "Hey, anytime you need a little, you know, come by anytime." I looked up at him as he stood there with his robe open, showing me his dick. I glared at him then got up and left. I walked home and collapsed on the couch.

I had just been raped. I couldn't grasp it. He raped me and made me feel something I'd never felt before. I always thought me and my husband had a great sex life. He never made me cum while fucking me. I mean I'd had vaginal climaxes when he fucked me but, never clitoral. It was amazing to have that when his dick is in your pussy. My mind was saying and thinking words I never used.

He made me feel slutty an I liked it. I felt disgusting that I was enjoying the feelings I just experienced. What was I gonna do? Did I dare tell my husband. Absolutely not. He'd want to kill the guy. I couldn't tell anyone. All I could do was remember it. An I did. It made my pussy wet remembering what he did to me.

I wish my husband could make me cum on his dick. I never spoke a word about it. Two days later I got a call from him wanting to place an order. He ordered several things. I ask, "Are these for your wife?" He said, "No, I'm not married, they're for my mother." "Oh." I told him thank you for the order and said it will take a couple weeks to get it. He said fine.

My mind was racing. I was gonna have to take this order back to him. What was I gonna do? I had such mixed feelings about going back to his house. Part of me wanted to. That was the problem. Part of me, I'm being honest, wanted him to fuck me again. It was all I could think about.

Finally, I had to take the order around. I saved his for last. It was still early. I knew he went to bed around 11:00. That was when I was there the last time anyway. I knocked on the door and he came, opened it and said, "Hey, come on in and tell me how much I owe you." I hesitated entering but, I went in. He was in his robe again.
He said, "Sit down, I'll get my check book." I did.

He came back, sat down beside me and made out the check. He offered me some coffee and I can't believe it but, I said, sure. He got me a cup an was looking at the things I brought him. I had on a dress and he said, "You look awful pretty today, Betty was it?" I said, "Yes, thank you." I felt awkward sitting there waiting for him to make a move. But, I couldn't seem to get up and leave.

He said, "I've thought about you ever since the last time you were here." I kinda hung my head. He said, "I'd like to do what we did the last time again." I didn't say anything. He slid his hand up under my dress and rubbed my pussy. I let my legs fall away. He used his other hand to undo my garter belt from my hose and then he pulled down my panties with the belt.

I was about to explode inside. His robe fell open an I saw his hard dick. I wanted to touch it. He pulled my hand on his dick and said, "How do you like it?" I just nodded my head. Then he stood up in front of me and held it right at my mouth. He said, "I want you to suck me, come on baby suck my dick for me." My pussy got so wet when he said that to me.

I opened my mouth and he slid it in. I started sucking him an I was liking it. I didn't suck my husband very often. He always leaked an I didn't like that. He was fucking my mouth and said, "Put it in your throat honey." I didn't know what that meant. He then pushed it down my throat and held it there. He held my head and fucked my mouth then, he would slide it down my throat an I'd never had that done to me.

My pussy was twitching. He stood me up and unzipped my dress. I just stood there and let him. He unhooked my bra and pulled it off. He let his robe fall to the floor. He cupped my titties and moaned as he did.
"Fuck, you're beautiful." He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I held on with my hands around his neck as he slid his dick in my pussy.

Oh my gosh, it felt so good. He held my hips and slid me on an off of his dick. I'd never been fucked like this before. It was amazing. He looked at me as he fucked me. He said, "I love fucking your pussy, you're as tight as a little girl." "Are you gonna cum on my dick again?" I finally spoke and said, "I hope so." Then he said, "Let me help you." He used his thumb and started rubbing my clit.

It didn't take but a minute an I was getting ready to cum. I was breathing harder as it built up in me and then as he rubbed me I cum. Not only did I cum, I squirted. I'd never done that before. He was fucking my so hard and he'd pull it out and make me squirt. He did it over and over again. I've never cum so many times. He fucked me longer than I've ever been fucked. I was wet with sweat and cum, my cum.

He turned me around and had me put my hands on the back of a lounge chair as he fucked me from behind. He held me up off the ground and fucked me hard. I was weak. He started swelling up and then he rammed in me deep and shot his cum in me. Grunting as he cum he finally finished. He let me down and pulled me into him. He said, "Betty, that was the best pussy I've ever had." I said, "Me too."

I was a mess. I needed a shower. He said, " Would you like to shower before you leave?" I said, "I really would."
So, he started the shower an I got in. He came in too. He was soaping me up and then he put his dick in me again. He had to hold me up around his waist he fucked me and fucked me. I didn't want him to stop. But, he finally cum and we finished our shower.

I got dried off and dressed. He said, "You look as fresh as a daisy, you don't look like you were just fucked hard, twice." We laughed. I left and went home full of cum but, so satisfied. I thought about Philip a lot. That's all I knew him as was Philip. I didn't even know his last name.

Several weeks went by. I never heard from him but, after I got my new books I went by his house and knocked on the door. No one answered. As I walked out a man was walking to the house with a For Sale sign
he was putting in the yard.

I ask him, "What happened to the gentleman who lived here." He said, "I'm not sure exactly just that he died."
I walked off stunned. I couldn't believe it. It made me sad. I went home an even cried. Later that night I cried again. My husband ask me what was wrong? I told him one of my sweet customers died an it made me sad.

I stopped selling. I just didn't have the heart after Philip died. My husband was glad. He said, "I was afraid somebody might rape you, you're so little, that was my concern." I smiled. It took me a long time to stop thinking about how he made me feel even though he raped me I fell for him. Amazing, right?