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Crime Of Opportunity
by AB-2007 (address withheld)
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A middle-aged man stumbles across a crime being
perpetrated and decides to join in. (M+/F, nc, rp,
alcohol)
***
Looking back at it all I recall that until that night
in August I had always been a rather quiet shy man. By
the time I’d turned 50 I pretty much thought that life
had passed me by. I mean at 50 I’d only had a couple
girlfriends and my total sexual experience encompassed
those two women and an occasional hooker. Not much to
brag about.
***
It was around mid-August just past midnight and I was
leaving a club I visited from time to time in the vague
hope that I’d get lucky, which I never seemed to do,
when I happened across a scene I never expected to
witness.
As I passed a narrow ally between the club and a
Laundromat, I noticed some movement and stopped to
look. To my surprise I saw two big guys carrying what
looked like a woman - a very drunk woman - out the back
door and unceremoniously dumping her on a dirty old
mattress beside the door.
I realized that something nefarious was going on when
the men stood over the prone figure on the mattress and
pulling at their belts dropped their pants. I stared in
shock as one of the men dropped on top of the prostrate
female and even though it was dark I knew what he was
doing.
I was witnessing a rape, what looked like a drunk
patron being sexually abused by two men. I could tell
that they were a couple of bouncers for the club
because they were wearing the distinctive zebra
stripped polo shirts that club staff wore and from
their size.
I was rooted to the spot, not quit believing what I was
seeing. Did club employees do things like this? What
would happen when the woman came too and realized what
they’d done to her? How could the owners of the place
allow things like this to happen?
The noises from the alley made it obvious that the
first guy was cumming in the woman, he was grunting and
groaning loudly as he came. It was just a moment later
that the other guy who’d been standing there watching
while pulling on his prong, pushed the first guy off
the female and knelt between her stretched-wide legs
and started humping her twat with a passion.
By this time I’d dipped my hand into the waist of my
slacks and was gripping my wad-stick too. I was so
enthralled by the scene of illicit passion playing out
in front of me that I’d lost contact with reality. I
was standing in plan sight of the front of the club,
light shining down on me from the street lamp and
massaging my dick like some awestruck teenager.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise from the entrance
of the club and I realized how vulnerable I was so I
stepped into the dark of the alley to evade the people
coming my way.
My heart was pounding in my throat as the marry-makers
passed by my spot. And when I looked back at the rape I
had been witnessing I saw that the first guy was back
at it while the second man was standing and zipping up
his fly.
I was amazed when I heard soft moaning, obviously the
drunken woman was enjoying at least the physical
portion of her treatment and it even looked like she
was hugging the humping guy as he drove into her
steadily.
Finally I heard him utter a horse gasp and his butt
clinched and I knew he was empting himself in her for
the second time. I held my breath as the guy rose to
his knees and looked down at the passed-out figure on
the mattress.
For an instant I was afraid that they would notice me.
What would they do to me if they saw me and realized
that I’d witnessed what they’d done? But they didn’t,
the guy just knelt there for the longest time, breath
heaving, his shiny dick reflecting light from the
street, then suddenly he stood and fumbled with his
pants and as they went back inside I heard one of them
mumble, “That’ll teach the bitch to stiff her bar tab.”
When the steel door slammed shut and there was only her
and I still in that dark, I cautiously crept deeper
into the alley and stared down at the woman on the
mattress. She was young, maybe early 20’s and
attractive in a slutty Mandy Moore kind of way.
Then I noticed her hand was subconsciously covering her
exposed sex. The men had rucked up her short white
skirt and torn her panties off and they were tangled
under her ass, little pink silky things with lace. I
could see between her that her trimmed snatch was gummy
with sperm and her pussy slit was flame red from the
workout those two big men had given it.
I’d pulled my cell phone out to call 911 as I moved
down the alley. I hadn’t known what I’d find. But as it
turned out they hadn’t beaten her, only fucked her a
few times.
She moved then. She looked almost like she was just
asleep, maybe after good sex with her boyfriend or
something. At any rate she didn’t look like she was
hurting, there was no fear or pain in her expression.
She just looked well-fucked and quite drunk.
That’s when I decided.
I tucked the cell phone back into my pocket and came
closer, looking down at the young woman’s prone body.
The mattress was filthy, but her tanned thighs -
although sweaty - were very enticing, she had great
legs and as I reached down and squeezed a tit I
realized that she was nicely stacked too.
To this day I couldn’t tell you why I did it. I guess
you’d just have to say that it was a crime of
opportunity. I would never have done anything like that
of my own volition unless an opportunity was gift-
wrapped like she was.
I mean, there she was, sprawled out on a mattress, her
body half naked, ready to be fucked and there I was
sporting a painful stiff hard-on, what was a man to do?
It was like dejevu, in my minds eye, as I undid my belt
and opened my fly and let my pants drop to my ankles, I
imagined what I’d look like to someone standing were I
had been when I’d watched the original rape. I
nervously looked over my shoulder as I tugged my
underwear down, making my stiff dong slap against my
belly.
No one was standing at the end of the alley and I knew
that if I was going to fuck this passed out damsel in
distress I’d better do it now. I knelt down, pushing
her sprawled legs a bit farther apart and mounted her.
It was amazing. As I said earlier, my sexual experience
had been somewhat wanting and the times I’d had sex in
the past, at least the first time with a new partner
was always awkward. Things never seemed to go smoothly
for me. But this time I slipped right in. I didn’t have
to fumble, I was so hard and she was so open from being
just fucked multiple times by two big men, that I just
slipped in like a flesh-spear.
The feeling of poking a cum coated pussy was something
else. I’d never done that before and it was stimulating
to know that two cocks had unloaded into the same pussy
I was fucking - only minutes before.
I guess it was the fact that I was raping an attractive
young woman who was helpless to stop me, that made it
even better. But when she wrapped her arms around my
neck and began to thrust back at me drunkenly, it was
too much.
My body spasmed before I could help myself. My orgasm
was uncontrollable and so intense that I thought I
might pass out. My body spasmed again and I felt my
life-force gush out of me like an endless stream. Spurt
after wonderful spurt until I couldn’t breathe. I
ground myself against her so hard that I must have
bruised us both.
I couldn’t help myself I just kept pumping my cock in
and out of her and crashing against her prone body
until I must have brought her around because suddenly
she was screaming, “Stop! Rape! Stop! You’re raping me
you bastard!” at the top of her voice.
I didn’t have time to even pull out of her before hands
were pulling me off her and fists were smashing into my
face. The last thing I remember from that night was
thinking - what had I done?
***
It’s been 16 months since that August night and I’ve
got another 5 years and 2 months to go before I get out
of prison. The law put away those two bouncers too, but
they said that I was just as guilty and threw the book
at me.
Now I sit in my cell and try to fend off my pervert
cellmate every night (sometimes I’m successful and
sometimes I’m not.) and I think about the last time I
had a woman, that last night. And sometimes, just
sometimes, when I’ve relived it all and jacked off into
my cell buddies mouth, it all seems worth the price
I’ve paid.
END
More stories available by this author at:
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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