Charlie answered the door and was surprised when a woman pushed her aside and entered her house.
“OK, you skanky bitch! You’ve fucked my husband for the last fucking time.” The larger woman pinned Charlie against the wall.
“What are you . . .” The woman’s hand closed around Charlie’s throat, cutting her off.
“It’s no use lying, bitch.” She looked Charlie over, “You’re pretty enough, nice tits,” she said slapping Charlie’s breasts, then squeezing them. “It’s easy to see why that bastard wants to try and fuck you.”
Charlie was torn between fear and getting turned on. She liked it a bit rough.
“Maybe I should see what else he liked about you?” She reached down and groped Charlie harshly. Charlie couldn’t help it, she closed her eyes and moaned.
“You fucking like this, don’t you, slut?”
Charlie didn’t say anything.
The woman yanked Charlie’s tee. The collar burned against Charlie’s neck as the thin material ripped, exposing her breasts. It was a nice Saturday, so she was bra-less. The woman alternated between squeezing her breasts and slapping them.
“You really are a slut! I guess I should be happy knowing my limp-dick husband probably didn’t satisfy you very much. But I bet he sucked on these, the fucking little baby!” With that, she leaned down and bit Charlie’s nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
The woman sucked hard on the tender nipple then switched to the other one. “Oh yea, you like this.” She spun her quickly and pinned Charlie against the wall and groped her ass, rubbing her through her shorts.
“Oh fuck!” were the first coherent words Charlie managed to get out. The woman reached around and unbuttoned Charlie’s jean shorts and tugged them over her hips. Her peach-colored panties contrasted nicely against Charlie’s very light mocha skin. Then the woman slapped her right cheek hard, leaving a slowly reddening handprint.
Charlie jumped hard against the rough wall. She barely felt her panties ripped down as two fingers were shoved in her pussy. She nearly came on the spot.
“Fuck, Sarah, you’re soaked — you are a fucking slut.”
In a hoarse voice, Charlie said, “I’m not Sarah.”
The woman pulled back and spun Charlie around facing her. “What did you say?”
“My name is Charlie, a lady named Sarah lives across the street.”
The woman let her go and stepped back. “Oh my god! You’re not her?”
“No!” Charlie managed to say as she sank to the floor.
The woman sat on the arm of the couch as if her own legs collapsed. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. I thought you were fucking my husband. I can’t believe this.” She slid off the arm onto the couch and started crying.
“Call the cops, I know what I did. I’m am so sorry, you have no idea. I attacked you! I won’t argue with whatever you want, whatever you want to do.”
Charlie stood on shaky legs. “You broke into my home. Pinned me against the wall, assualted me because you can’t read a fucking address right?”
The woman hung her head, covering her face.
“What is your name anyway?”
“Harriet, Harriet Sloane.”
“Well, Harriet, Harriet Sloane, stand the fuck up.”
“What?”
“Stand up.”
Harriet stood, still looking miserable, her face blotchy from the whipsaw of emotions that were still running through her.
Charlie stepped in close. Harriet half flinched expecting to get hit.
Without warning, Charlie grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her. Harriet’s mouth opened in shock, and Charlie took full advantage and slipped her tongue in. Harriet tried to pull back, but Charlie twisted them around and turned the tables on her, pinning her against the wall.
Charlie ended the kiss abruptly. “You broke into my home and got me all sorts of turned on. If you think you are getting out of here without taking really good care of me, you are fucking nuts.”
Harriet stuttered, “BBBBBuutt, I’m not . . . gay.”
Charlie looked at her. “Two minutes ago you smacked my ass and shoved your fingers up my pussy. I don’t give a shit if you’re gay or not. I am fucking horny and since you did it, you’re going to finish it. So, get your head around it quickly because I am not waiting for you.” She kissed her again, not getting much of a response, but she truly didn’t care. Charlie stepped over her shorts and tugged off her torn tee. Then she took Harriet’s hands and put them on her breasts.
“You were doing so well, don’t chicken out on me now!”
Harriet tentatively squeezed.
Charlie out her hands on top of Harriet’s and squeezed much harder. “Don’t start being gentle now. I like it just the way you were doing it. After you fuck me good, how about we both go across the street and see if Sarah is home?”
