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This story is about how I was raped by my female accountant. This story is
fantasy only and all feedback is welcomed. -

LESBIAN RAPED, by my ACCOUNTANT.

by lesborape

Hi my name is Joanne and I am a 38 y/o single mom. For a couple of years now I have been having certain thoughts and some fantasies about other women, but it has never been more than a fantasy. That is, up until I was raped by a woman.

Her name was Lyn and she was a few years older than me. I met her last year when I went to her to have my taxes put into order. She was a very attractive woman for her age, and at 45 she dresses more like a business woman in her mid to late 20's. By that I mean that every time I saw Lyn she was always wearing a very tight short skirt, silk nylons with a seam up the back, very high heels and a low cut, very revealing blouse or top, that really shows of her large breasts. Her fingernails were well manicured, and
long blonde hair was professionally done. She was a stunning woman who took care of herself, and it showed.

From the first time I saw Lyn there was something about her that I had not
seen in other women. I felt myself actually attracted to her as I said I had only ever fantasized about with other women. Of course it was just a fantasy and I never wanted it to go further than that.

I worked in an office on the same street as Lyn, and I would usually see her during my lunch break and sometimes we would order lunch and coffee from the same café. One day Lyn walked in while I was ordering lunch and coffee and invited me to sit and have coffee with her. The white blouse I was wearing under my black jacket was a little see thru and showed my lace bra underneath. When you looked hard enough, and with the top couple of buttons undone, it showed off a little cleavage. I was usually quite modest and this was as “daring” as I ever got at work.

Lyn and I sat and sipped coffee and I thought I noticed her look was more focused on my breasts than my eyes. As we sat opposite from each other Lyn slipped her foot out of her high heel shoe and I would occasionally feel her nylon covered toes brush against my leg and calf, almost as if she was trying to be a bit seductive. It is obvious to me now, but at that time I simply dismissed it as my own foolishness.

Over the next few days, when I went to lunch, Lyn would walk in behind me,
almost like she had planned to be there. We would have lunch and coffee together, and sit and chat, and I was really enjoying her company. Lyn started to get a little more flirty, I guess you could say, and by the second day was giving me a kiss on the cheek when she would see me and when we would leave. By the fourth day she turned and gave me a hug and a kiss. Her stares at my breasts, my legs, my ass, all the time told me she was having some thoughts about me in the same way I was
starting to feel about her. Yet, I didn't know why I felt this way.

It was on the Friday that I was not able to go to lunch at the same time, as I was busy at work. One of the other secretaries told me that a lady had phoned asking if I was in the office, but she didn't leave her name. I didn't think anything of it. After work, as I walked to my car, I bumped into Lyn in the car park. I expected the usual hug and kiss from her, but instead she seemed a little upset and simply asked why had I not come down for lunch today. I was a bit taken back by her brusque attitude, but I told her I had been busy. I could tell by the tone in her voice she was a little cranky and I apologized. She said ok, and walked to her car. I wasn't quite sure if I had upset her, or what was wrong, but thought it weird she would be so upset. We were not really “friends,” we just met for lunch this week.

As I drove home I thought I had noticed that the same car had been following me, and as I turned into my home the car stopped down the road and turned off its lights. I went inside my home and then heard the car start and drive past. It was dark and I wasn’t sure, but I thought I had made the car out to be Lyn’s. I shook the foolishness out of me made myself coffee. I slipped out of my heels and tried to relax, and wondered why
Lyn would follow me home. Then wondered if I had just had silly thoughts in
my head and was thinking too much of things.

It was the weekend and I was looking forward to spending time with my daughter and going shopping on the Saturday. We went to the local cluster of shops, and as I shopped with my daughter I then thought I had saw Lyn and had this feeling I was being followed. I though I was being sill again, but then my daughter, who is 16, said to me that every shop she goes into she keeps seeing the same lady. When I asked what she meant she just commented that she keeps seeing the same woman in the black leather skirt
and knee high boots with blonde hair that, for her age, looks to be dressed
a bit more like a younger girl. My daughter thought it was simply funny
that out of every shop in this huge shopping centre she kept seeing the same
lady. I agreed with her and laughed nervously. I look around but did not see Lyn. At least not yet.

After a couple of hours shopping we decided to head home. As we were leaving I spotted Lyn’s car and sure enough I saw Lyn walking to her car, wearing a black leather jacket, black leather mini skirt and knee length black leather boots. I asked my daughter if that was the same woman she had kept seeing all the time and she said, “Yeah, that’s her mom.”

For the rest of the weekend I couldn't stop thinking about Lyn. Was Lyn following me, and if so, why? Did she have some kind of crush on me? I dismissed my thoughts and went to bed early Sunday night. I didn't feel to well so I decided to stay home on Monday and to my surprise Lyn came knocking on my door that afternoon. I opened the door and she asked how I was. I asked how she knew I was home she said she said she had phoned me at work and found out I was off sick. Lyn said she was a little worried about me and wanted to check I was ok. She hugged me tight as she usually did and I invited her in for coffee.

I was kind of half dressed, wearing my panties, bra, and pantyhose, with just my nightgown over the top as I was halfway thru getting ready for work when I decided to stay home. Lyn was dressed in her usual type of outfit only today she seemed just that bit more stunning, if it was possible. She was wearing a lovely white nearly see thru white blouse with a little ruffle down the front yet still showed off a lot of cleavage. She had a very tight and reasonably short red skirt with a split up the front of the left leg, a red matching business jacket, dark tan silky stockings, and red patent leather high heels. When we sat down on the sofa to have our coffee Lyn’s skirt rode up and revealed the tops of her stockings and for some reason I couldn't take my eyes of her and I’m sure Lyn noticed my stares.

We sat and talked for a while and I started to feel quite ill. Lyn suggested
that I go take a shower to make myself feel a bit better and she said she
would make more coffee for us. She then followed me to my
bedroom and insisted on helping me get undressed, even after I had said I was ok. As I sat down on the bed to remove my pantyhose Lyn knelt in front of me and slid her hands up my robe. As I was pulling the waistband of my pantyhose down, Lyn grabbed them and helped to slide them down my legs. As she did that she was running her hands up my legs a little and commented on how nice my hose were, and how silky they felt on my legs. “And you have wonderful legs as well,” she purred. I kind of blushed a bit, thanked her, and made the same comments about her.

There was an awkward moment as we paused and just stared at each other for a second. Then as Lyn looked into my eyes, with this look I can only describe as sexual lust,
she ran her hand up my robe and was moving in to kiss my lips. That is when I panicked and quickly stood up. Lyn hugged me and kissed my cheek and asked was I ok. I said yes and she said go have a shower and ill go make coffee, as she kissed my cheek again.

My mind was a mess in the shower with all sorts of thoughts about Lyn,
and that she had just come onto me, and tried to feel me up, and kiss
me in my own bedroom! I didn't know what to think, or feel, but my mind
told me it was wrong, and I could never be with a woman. I had a daughter
to think of. What would my family think of me if they knew I was into women?
I didn't know what to think, only that I had to dismiss these thoughts. My flesh tingled as the warm water caressed my skin and the soapy washcloth brushed over my breasts and thighs. I shook me head and tried to get a grip on myself. I was not into women and that was final.

I finished my show, toweled myself off, and put on a nightie and my robe, and walked back out to the kitchen where Lyn was making us both another coffee. We sat and
had small talk and then my daughter arrived home from school. I introduced my daughter to Lyn, who made pleasant talk left soon after.

My daughter then came up to me after Lyn was gone and said that Lyn was the woman she kept seeing in the shops on Saturday and she had noticed Lyn parked down the end of our street the last few days on her way to school. I was kind of lost as to what to think of it all and then the conversation turned to my daughter’s day at school and how she wanted to stay at her girlfriends for the next couple of nights. Her girlfriend’s parents
were going away for a few days. Normally I would have said no to the idea of two teenage girls, alone without supervision, but my head was still clouded by the events with Lyn, so I agreed and helped my daughter packed some clothes and hugged me goodbye, saying she would see me in a couple of days time.

After my daughter left I went into my bedroom to straighten things out and put away laundry I had done. As I looked in my dresser I noticed it was not left in the same way I had left it earlier. I knew this as I had a certain way I would fold my panties and they had definitely been moved. The more drawers that I opened the more I noticed it was like someone had been thru them, and when I opened the bottom draw there, in plain view, was a DVD movie. This wasn't any normal DVD movie it either. It was a lesbian
porno movie that I had bought.

Ok so I say I am not into women, and yes I know I have said that in the past, but there is nothing wrong with having fantasies and dreaming of certain things, and the lesbian porno was something I had bought some time back just to try and heal
my curiosity.

Then it hit me, “oh my god,” I thought Lyn was in my bedroom
while I was in the shower. It must have been her that went thru my
drawers. She obviously had to have seen the lesbian porno! For some reason I panicked thinking all sorts of things. How would I explain to a woman I had become friends with, that was clearly making moves on me, who just a few hours earlier had tried coming onto me in my own bedroom, that I was just curious and not really into this type
of thing? Worst was I didn't want to lose Lyn as a friend at the same time.

I tossed and turned most of the night and still felt quite ill the next
morning and decided it best to stay home today as well and just rest up.
By 9:30 in the morning there was a knock on the door and as I put my robe on over
my nightie and opened the door there was Lyn standing there. My heart
raced a little as all the thoughts came back to me from yesterday afternoon.
Before I could even try and tell Lyn if we could catch up another time, Lyn just walked in
and hugged me tight and kissed my cheek and asked how I was doing.
I then told her I wasn't feeling too well and needed to go back to
bed. Lyn said that she wanted to make me a cup of lemon tea, telling me she called
by to try and make me feel better. I agreed to a quick cup of tea and
Lyn made herself a coffee and told me to go sit on the sofa and she
would bring it in to me.

“She is dressed like some kind of bondage mistress,” I thought to myself as I looked at her outfit. Tight black leather mini skirt, black leather jacket, and as
usual dark tan silk stockings. Only today she was wearing black leather
knee high stiletto heel boots and her makeup seemed heavier than
normal. She definitely didn't have the look of an accountant who would
deal with clients all day. She looked more like a mistress or similar,
yet at the same time her looks made her very upper class and stylish.

As we sat for a little while and chatted Lyn asked if I wanted to come to
her home for a little while and have lunch. I declined saying that I
really just wanted to get some sleep and then she asked about my
daughter and seemed quite surprised and happy when I said that she
was staying at her girlfriends for a couple of days. It was then that Lyn
suggested that I go shower while she makes another cup of tea for me
and with that I went and showered.

When I came out of the bathroom, in just my robe, Lyn was sitting on my bed with her legs crossed, and beside her was a large bag sitting on the floor. I asked Lyn what was
in the bag and she said sharply, “just a few toys to make our time together more enjoyable. I think its time that you and me cut the pretending and have some fun.”

Before I had time to react Lyn stood up and pushed me back against the bedroom
wall and held my throat with one hand as she kissed me deeply. It took me a few seconds to react and shocked me as I felt her tongue forcing its way in my mouth. I then tried to push her off and as I did she shocked me by slamming me back against the wall and grabbing me by my hair and kissing me again. I quickly broke the kiss and told
her to stop, which she did for just a minute, as I told her I didn't want to
do this. It was then that I saw the other side of Lyn.

Before I had any time to react Lyn leaned back and slapped me really
hard across my face. As hard as the slap was it shocked me more than
it hurt me. Then Lyn grabbed me by my throat as she forced her right
knee between my legs and pinned me against the wall. I stood there
totally unable to move not only because of the hold Lyn had on me,
but more because I getting very scared.


Lyn got right in my face as she spoke to me and with her lips nearly
touching mine. She very angrily said to me in a hushed voice, “I am going to take you to bed whether you want it or not.”

It was at that point I knew I was about to be raped.

But not, I decided, without trying my best to get away first.

I nodded and told her ok and I allowed her to once again kiss me deeply. When I didn't open my mouth enough she squeezed my throat hard forcing me to open my mouth more. As her tongue worked its way inside my mouth, the kiss lasted only a minute or so and then she let go of her tight grip on me and leaned back and put her arm around my waist as to turn me around and guide me to my bed.

I waited until the exact moment that her grip on me had eased off, and
as I turned toward the bed with her behind me I took off and ran as fast
as I could away. I only just managed to break her attempt at grabbing my arm, and ran as fast as I could with her chasing me, only just made it to the entrance of the kitchen. It was then that I felt her push me hard and slam me against the kitchen counter. That
caused me to half trip and stumble and within a second she was on me. Pain shot thru my head as she grabbed me by my hair causing me to scream out. I tried yelling for help and before I could finish getting the words out Lyn covered my mouth from behind and ran quickly with me, in a kind of strangle hold, as she slammed me hard up against the opposite wall. So hard in fact that it knocked the wind out of me a little and left a small hole in the wall. I really starting crying out and tears started streaming down my face as I mumbled under her hand for her to stop. Lyn then told me I was really going to pay now and that if I wanted it rough I was going to get it really rough.

I still struggled against her as she tried dragging me back to my
bedroom and with the fight I put up it took her a while to get me
back to my bed. She would stop and slap me hard and yank on
my hair and have to get another grip on me and when I tried screaming for
help she tightly covering my mouth. At one stage she kicked me in my leg only because I had been kicking her in my struggle to get away, and when she finally got me to my bedroom she threw me on my bed. Before I could do anything she was on
top of me sitting on my chest with her left hand planted tightly over
my mouth. She moved her hand of my mouth for just a few seconds
only so she could backhand me across my face and she yelled at me,
calling me a fucking filthy slut. The slap was so hard I heard bells ring and I laid there crying my eyes out as she covered my mouth again. Put her face close to mine she told me in a very angry tone that I was nothing more than a teasing slut and I was about
to be taught a lesson.

I had never been as scared in my life as I lay there unable to move. All her body weight was sitting on me yet it didn't stop me struggling, even if the only thing I could move was my legs. I was trying hard to kick her in the back which only met with another couple of very hard slaps to my face and her yelling at me to shut up and stop struggling. Tears streamed down my face as Lyn started taunting me and telling me all the things she had been waiting to do to me. She told me how she was glad I put up a fight as she really loved very rough sex and her favorite thing was to rape women and how she had done it to other women in the past.

I cried as I listened to her tell me all this and the next thing I knew she moved further up my body and sat firmly above my chest and had both her knees pressing down on
my arms. She started to tie my wrists with a pair of pantyhose and
when she started to tie me I really put up a fight, even though her
slaps across my face had been vicious. I didn't care, my adrenalin
had taken over and I was going to fight like nothing else to stop her
from tying me down. I put up one hell of a struggle only to be met
with more fierce slaps to my face and then she punched me in my
belly and knocked all the wind out of me. The punch scared me
the most as it told me she was prepared to be as violent as she
had to be to gain control over me, and with the wind knocked out
of me for a few minutes she was able to get my wrists tied very
tight to the headboard.

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