A Night of Temptation and Betrayal: The Dark Side of a Summer Encounter

Life has a funny way of throwing temptations in your way. A strong man will resist them and keep walking on his path. I always considered myself a strong man, who was integer and followed his moral code. It was one of my core values never to hurt someone or do something against their will. Yet, last year one summer night the temptation was too big and I left my path.

At that time I was 25 years old. I live in a small city, where most of the bars are concentrated in a single street. On the weekends I would often go from bar to bar with my friends and get a couple of drinks, trying to have fun and pick up women. My success rate wasn’t too great. Every few weeks I would make out with one, but only once every few months I would manage to get one home to my apartment. I was always more of a relationship guy than a player.

It was one night in August. It was nice and warm outside, so the streets were filled with a sea of mini-skirts and tank tops, making me horny all night long. I was out with my friends, who were mostly in a relationship or very shy themselves and did not make for good wingmen. We were drinking until maybe 2 a.m., when most of them decided to go home. I lived in an apartment only a few hundred meters away, so I said goodbye and walked back to my flat alone.

At first I did not see Hannah, when she drunkenly slurred past me. But she recognized me and jumped on me, almost throwing me to ground. I was shocked to feel someone’s arms around me all of a sudden, but when I realized who she was my shock disappeared and I was happy to see her. Happy, and horny.

Hannah and I had a history. A friend of mine wanted to date her and introduced her to our group. She was a pretty thing, with hazelnut brown hair, a skinny, athletic figure and an amazingly hot ass. I remember seeing her in yoga pants once and jerking off to it for the entire next week. When my friend failed and finally landed in the friend zone, I tried my luck. She liked me initially, as I was successful in my business and she thought of me as some sort of strong, alpha male. However, on our date I made the mistake of being too nice to her – a trait that drives most women away – and our night ended with a simple hug. I tried to make another day with her, but she always had an excuse or just ignored my messages. I think this caused some sort of hate in me towards her, allowing me to do what I would do that one fateful night.

After our date I saw her every few weeks, as she had become part of our circle of friends. However, when we talked it was just boring, friendly topics with no flirtation, so I stopped thinking about her as girlfriend material. In a way, she liked me as a friend, but we never got close to each other.

On that night, however, she acted as we were the best friends in the world. Funny, how alcohol changes your opinion about people.

“Hi Josh! I am so happy to see you! How are you?” she babbled as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks – dangerously close to my mouth, by the way.

“Oh, hi there! Long time no see. I’m fine, and I can see you are also doing exceptionally well today”, I said with a smirk.

“Well, you know, a girl’s got to have some fun! Especially know that I broke up with that asshole Jackson!”

I had heard about her and that guy – a typical pumped-up bodybuilder type with a brain the size of a peanut. I had also heard, that actually he broke up after he got bored fucking the same woman for a few weeks and went on to his next victim.

I figured that drunk plus breakup equals willingness, and I did not mind of making out with her a bit. After all, she had basically turned me down and I wanted to taste those sweet lips at least once.

So I suggested: “Let’s celebrate our reunion with a little drink.”

“Off to the bar”, she shouted drunkenly.

She started walking to the first bar and I followed a few steps behind her. Finally I got a better look at her that night, and I was not unimpressed. She wore a tiny mini-skirt that revealed most of her smooth, skinny thighs and a tight tank-top that did not leave much to the imagination. I got an instant boner thinking about making out with her and exploring that cute body with my hands.

We entered a small club that played house music, which was not particularly my favorite. However, Hannah loved it and started dancing immediately. I could see how some of the guys followed her every move with their eyes. It made me even hornier that tonight I had a chance to get her. I danced with her for a little bit, bringing my body close to hers. Her crotch kept rubbing against my leg and I could feel her soft boobs on my chest.

After a few minutes I took her by the hand and brought her to the bar. I ordered a round of tequila for us. I did not want to get too drunk, but I also did not want to stay sober. It would be easier to salve my conscience for taking advantage of her if I was drunk myself. She poured down the tequila as if it was water and made me order a second round. Again, she finished it without hesitation.

I felt the urge to pee, so I ordered a cocktail for her to keep her occupied.

“I got to hit the restrooms. Stay here, I will be right back”, I told her.

“Don’t leave me here to long, Josh”, she replied.

I fought my way to the bathroom. My dick was still hard and it took me some time to empty my bladder. After I finished I walked back to the bar. However, she wasn’t there anymore. Her glass was still standing at the bar almost empty, but there was no sign of Hannah. I started worrying.

I searched for her in the entire club for at least 15 minutes. There were so many people that my sight was constantly blocked and I basically had to search every square meter of the club. Since I did not find her, I figured that she must have gone to the toilet as well. I waited outside the girls’ restroom for ten minutes, but she did not show up. Finally, I showed one of the girls a picture of Hannah on my smart phone’s Facebook app and asked whether she was in there. The girl came back shaking her head after a couple of minutes.

I was disappointed and pretty pissed off that she had obviously left me there. I left the club and wanted to go home when I saw her again.

Next to the club there was a small alley leaving behind the building. There were a bunch of garbage containers blocking the view from the street, making the place a make-out-location for horny couples.

A big, muscular guy came out of the alley. Hannah scuffled next to him, her hands around his neck keeping her from falling. When they reached the street, the guy sat her down on the stairs of a building. Then be put his hands between her legs and rubbed her panties for a few seconds. “By, baby”, he said, kissing her and leaving her there.

I was furious. At that time I could only think that this bitch hade make me buy her drinks and then walked off with the first guy she encountered. Today, I know that she probably did not have much control of her anymore, but back then I felt an overwhelming anger. I walked out to her and wanted to confront her.

“How could you just leave me in the club and walk off with that idiot, you stupid bitch!” I yelled. “Do you know how this makes me feel?”

“Josh? Josh? Where were you? Take me home please, I don’t feel good!”

I realized that it was pointless arguing with her. On the other hand, if I took her home I could at least sneak a peek under that tiny skirt – a well-deserved compensation for my efforts that night.

“Okay, Hannah, hold on tight.”

I put her arms around my shoulder and supported her. Her apartment was only a few hundred meters away, but it was quite the challenge to get her there. I had to stop a couple of times and put her body against a wall to get some rest. After the first break I started walking again with my hands positioned a little higher, giving me the chance to touch her boobs. She did not object. In fact, I don’t think she realized it at all.

The second time we stopped, I placed my hands on her thighs. Her head rested on my shoulder, while a slowly pulled my hands up to her ass. I could feel her bare skin, as she was only wearing a G-string. And boy, it felt great.

However, other people were on the street and I was scared to run into someone I knew, who might have correctly assessed the situation. So I hurried to get her back to her place. When we reached the door, I looked through her purse to find the keys – a task she would probably not have managed in her state. When we went to stairs up to the second floor, I supported her with my hands on her ass again. This time, she tried to place them somewhere else, but I did not allow her to move them. In her drunken state she finally gave up.

I had not been in her flat before, so when we walked through the door I was hoping for no bad surprises, like a new temporary roommate. Luckily, the place looked empty except for us. She just dropped her purse and opened the first door on the left, which was obviously the toilet. She did not close the door entirely, so through the opening I could see how she pulled her panties down and sat down. Then I heard the noise of water splashing on water.

I got an instant boner again. I opened the door to get a better look at her. Her legs were closed so I did not see her pussy, but the sensation of watching Hannah pee, without her realizing me, was overwhelming. I had the sudden idea of extending my porn collection and pulled out my smart phone. The video camera on it was quite decent, so I filmed Hannah for a couple of minutes.

Finally, she looked at me.

“Bring me water, Jacks!” Jacks, not Josh. In her drunken state she thought I was her ex-boyfriend. However, I realized that I could get into some real trouble, if she remembered me filming her when she sobered up. I had to make sure that she was too drunk to remember any of this.

I did not say anything, as I did not want her to recognize my voice and realize that I wasn’t Jackson. Instead, I searched for the kitchen. I looked through the cabinets and found her alcohol stash. She had quite a few bottles of hard liquor, partly opened. I chose a bottle of vodka and poured some of it in a glass and filled up the rest with water. Then I brought it to her.

She was obviously thirsty and drank the entire glass with a few sips. The mixture was pretty strong, but in her state she did not seem to taste the vodka. However, her body reacted and she started gagging. She was about to through up.
“Quick, turn around” I yelled and helped her to place her head over the toilet seat. She held on to the seat as puke kept shooting out her mouth. For a few seconds I felt sorry for her. Then I realized that her skirt was pulled up to her belly and her panties down to her ankles. The view on that gorgeous pussy was finally free.

She was perfectly shaven. Not a single hair was on her pussy. I enjoyed watching every centimeter of her perfect crotch. Finally, I placed my hands on her ass. Her cheeks felt firm and soft at the same time. Her skin was perfect and touching her gave me the hardest boner of my life.

This time, she did not object. She had stopped puking and did not make any sound. I put my hands on her pussy lips to see how far I could go, but there was still no reaction from her. So I finally put a finger inside.

She was totally wet. Horny, I thought at first. But then I remembered that she had just peed and been fucked recently, so the moisture could be from anything. However, it could not keep me from touching her. A put a second finger in and started fucking her. A slight moan escaped her lips, so I went faster. God, it felt great!

Suddenly I stopped, realizing what I was doing. Legally speaking, this was already rape and could get me into prison. I started panicking, but then I told myself, that she would not remember me anyway. And even if, I could still claim that I had just brought her home and the dude in the alley had fucked her. I decided that I had gone too far and needed to stop. Not without taking a souvenir, of course. I pulled out my phone again and made a few pictures of her drunken body.

I did not want to leave her on the toilet, so I pulled her up and dragged her to the bedroom. I placed her on the stomach on the bed. Then I realized that her panties had slipped from her ankles somewhere on the way. I went back and wanted to put them on her. However, seeing her naked butt gave me a boner again. I thought that after touching her pussy and ass I should also get a peek on her boobs for all my efforts.

I turned her around and pulled her tank top and bra down. Her boobs were small, but firm, with perfect nipples. I could not resist touching them. Finally, I placed my head on her breast and started caressing it with my tongue. This time, no moan escaped her – she was out cold. After a few minutes of playing with her tits, I moved my head down. I started kissing her thighs, working my way up to her pussy. A part of my was disgusted be the idea of licking her after peeing and being fucked, but it was too late to hold myself back. I placed my head in her crotch and dove into the moist opening with my tongue.

At first, she tasted a bit salty, but after a few strokes with my tongue I started enjoying the taste. I licked her pussy lips up and down, I searched for her clit and I penetrated her pussy with my tongue. I pulled her legs up to her chest to give me a better view on her pussy. Slowly, my tongue worked its way down to her perfect little rosebud. I started licking her asshole – first gently, the more and more furiously. Finally, I stuck the tip of my tongue in her ass and started penetrating her.

After this, I was too horny to stop. Initially, I just wanted to jerk off and maybe come on her body, but the unique chance to fuck her was too overwhelming. I took a condom out of my wallet and put it on my dick. Then I started rubbing her pussy lips with my boner.

“You like to get used, you little bitch, don’t you?” I whispered. Then I put it in. Her pussy was amazingly tight. I could feel her squeezing my dick with every stroke. I got faster and faster, getting close to sensation. Yet, not a single moan escaped her mouth. After a few minutes I was close to coming, but I did not want to end it this fast. So I stopped, waited for a few seconds and the kept pumping her slowly. With one hand I caressed her breasts, with the other I took my phone and started filming it. Today I know how dangerous it was filming myself during a rape – if the tape had ever been found, I would go to prison. Back then, however, I could not think rationally anymore; I was just dominated by my animal instincts.

I kept pumping faster and faster. I was about to come, but I did not want to finish in the condom. I pulled my dick out and the condom down. I crawled up to her head and opened her mouth.

“I bet you want to taste me, you little slut.”

I put the tip of my cock on her mouth and started stroking myself. The idea of coming on her face was overwhelming, and after a few seconds sperm was shooting out all over her. It was easily the best orgasm in my life. She started coughing, as cum entered her mouth and ran down her throat. She must have gotten some in her lungs, but I did not care. Suddenly, she opened her eyes a bit. I don’t think she recognizes me, but I quickly placed me hands over her eyes.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby, just sleep”, I whispered. I waited for a few minutes, until I put my hands away. Her eyes were firmly closed again.

Picture time. I took my phone out and made a few pictures of her head covered in my cum. Until today they are one of my favorite jerk-off aides. I wiped some of the sperm with my fingers and put it in her mouth. It was a great feeling to see my cum in her mouth, and my dick started stiffening again. I had to get another look on the gorgeous ass.
A turned her back on her stomach and kneeled on her thighs. I spread her ass cheeks with both hands and took a deep look at her perfect little puckered asshole. I knew that I would never get a chance like this with her again and that I needed to touch her ass. I took some more cum from her face and lubricated her asshole with it. Then I put my finger in. I slowly started penetrating her. I watched her face, but there was no sign of reaction. So I used a second finger to fuck her asshole.

Her pussy was already tight, but her ass was amazing. I could barely get my fingers in and I knew it would be hard to fuck her without hurting her. But frankly, at that point I did not care. After her behavior that night I was still mad and justified my actions as revenge.

I took my fingers out of her ass. Then I placed them on her mouth und shoved them in, cleaning the remaining sperm with her tongue.

“Taste your ass, you fucking slut!”

I placed the tip of my dick on her ass. I was out of condoms, but I did not care. I could not get her pregnant this way and I took my chances with STDs. Stupid, I know, but like I said, in that night I could not think straight anymore. I slowly pushed my penis in her ass. It was beautiful, seeing her little rosebud open and absorb my dick. I could only get in the head of my cock until the resistance was too big, so pulled it out and in again. It took me a few strikes until I could get it in deep enough, but then there was no stopping. I pumped her faster and faster, feeling that incredibly tight ass squeezing around my dick. Every stroke brought me closer to sensation. I wanted to pull out, but it was already too late. I shot a huge load right in her asshole.

After this I was exhausted. Slowly, I realized what I had done – leave definite proof of me fucking her in her body. I cleaned her ass with my finger as well as I could. Then dressed her properly again. I left her lying on her side to make sure that she does not puke and suffocate at night. I also washed the glass to remove any sign that she was given something to drink at home. I wiped anything that I had touched to remove any possible fingerprints, just in case.
Back at home, I took the SD-card from my phone and hid it in a safe place.

No one ever found out about the incident. She probably knew she was raped, because she must have felt the pain in her ass the next morning. Maybe she thought she had drunkenly agreed to fuck a stranger, maybe she was too embarrassed. However, she apparently never mentioned it to anyone. When we met the next time a few weeks later, I was nervous as hell, but she acted normally. Then I finally knew I had gotten away with it.

Am I sorry for what I have done? Yes, definitely. I consider myself a good person, and what I did was a bad deed. Would I do it again? I don’t know. It is easy to moralize in theory, but when you see her perfect little ass in front of you, it is hard to resist.