Jessie’s Rape

I met Jessie about 3 years ago when the woman who had been cutting my hair for years retired. I called a local hair salon that I found in the phone book and made an appointment for the following week.
The next week I walked into the salon and told the receptionist that I had an appointment with Jessie. She directed me into the salon where I found a woman that I can best describe as a spinner. As Jessie and I introduced ourselves I found myself face to face with a gorgeous little brunette about 5’ 1” and 100 lbs. She was about 27 or 28 years old with a pretty face, beautiful brown eyes and lips that were made to be wrapped around a hard cock. My best guess is that she is 32-24-32 with large B or small C breasts that are just begging to be kissed, sucked and nibbled on for days. She also has a nice tight pear shaped ass that she loves to show off by wearing tight jeans.
I suppose that I should describe myself to some extent. My name is Ray and I’m 54 years old, 5’ 10” and 240 lbs. I have been married and faithful to my wife for over 20 years. In the early years of our marriage, our sex life was good as far as quality is concerned. I derive great pleasure from seeing a woman climax and I will stay down there munching on her pussy for as long as she will let me. That drives her nuts. The number of times we have sex was never what I hoped for. Due to us working different schedules, we only slept together on weekends. Between our schedule and raising 2 kids, sex was a once a week affair. As time went on, the frequency of us having sex decreased until about 5 years ago, when my wife decided that she did not want to have sex any more. No desire. Menopause? We have tried all kinds of things to increase her desire to have sex to no avail. Even her doctor is stumped. I love my wife and would never consider leaving her. But, I’m really getting tired of jerking off.
During my very first appointment with Jessie, as she cut my hair, we talked about all kinds of things. Mostly just getting to know each other. We discovered that she lived right around the corner from my place of work. We talked about what we each do for entertainment. Marital status (she’s single), favorite drink, musical taste, favorite movie, etc. It was almost like a blind date.
It didn’t take too long before I was using Jessie as my fantasy girl when I would jerk off. Oh, the things I would do to her. I could just imagine her sucking my 7 inch cock and sticking her tongue out to lick my balls while she took my prick all the way down her throat. I would picture her wrapping her delicious tits around my cock while she sucked on the head. I imagined licking her pussy and nibbling on her clit until she squirted in my mouth. Mmmm… tasty! And in my mind’s eye, I saw the prettiest little pink asshole just begging to be penetrated. I would fantasize about sliding my prick into that beautiful pussy and stroking away until she was in heaven and I was right there with her. I have lost count of how many times I have imagined fucking that cute little ass. In most of my jerk off fantasies, I have Jessie tied up and completely at my mercy. Obviously, I have a very active imagination.
As time went on and we became more and more familiar with each other, our conversations also became more familiar. We talked about everything from family to work to “So, how’s your sex life?”. I don’t know how we got on to the subject but, at one point she actually told me that she does a Brazilian wax job on her pussy. (Ok, there’s more fuel for my jerk off sessions!) She definitely likes to tease me with her talk and the way she “accidently” rubs her tits in my face when she is washing my hair.
Now, I am not a violent person. I would never think of hurting someone if I can avoid it. I would never force myself on a woman. I am basically your stereotypical “nice guy”. But, after nearly 5 years of no pussy and having this beautiful little spinner flirting with me, something snapped. I don’t even remember planning it or gathering the necessary supplies.
I found myself entering the salon through the back door that I knew was not locked because the stylists would step out there to smoke. It was about 7 o’clock on a Tuesday night. Some of the girls scheduled appointments in the evenings to cater to their customers. I knew that there were always two people in the salon because they were not comfortable being alone at night. I listened from the back room as the last customer left and Jessie locked the door. I heard the other stylist say that she was going to start cleaning. I waited as she entered the back room. As she turned the corner, I grabbed her and held a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth. She struggled briefly and was soon unconscious, blindfolded, bound and gagged on the floor. She was not my target; I just needed her out of the way. Thankfully, Jessie did not hear any of the struggle due to the music they had playing. Now I simply had to wait for Jessie to come into the back room. Sooner or later she would begin to wonder what had happened to her coworker. After about 5 minutes, I heard Jessie called out for Katie. Moments later she walked into the back room and I chloroformed her as I had done with Katie.
I carried the unconscious Jessie out to the front part of the salon. The stylists chair would be perfect for my plan. I made sure I used Jessie’s chair so that every time from now on that I sat in that chair, I would have the secret pleasure of knowing that this was the exact spot that I had ravaged this beauty. I removed her shirt and pants. I stopped for a moment take admire her body. This was even better than I imagined. She was wearing matching blue underwear consisting of a cute little half bra that just barely covered her nipples and the briefest thong I have ever seen. The camel toe I could see through the sheer garment was perfect. As I began to remove her bra, she started to show signs of regaining consciousness. I wanted some time to play before she woke up so I quickly administered a little more chloroform and then finished removing her bra and panties.
I now took the time to check out her body in detail. No tan lines, I like that. Her breasts were definitely a C cup. Natural, firm with just the slightest little bit of sag. I squeezed her tits and thought about how good it would feel to put my prick between them. The areolas were about an inch and a half wide and the lightest shade of brown, just a little darker than her tan.