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Basic Woman part 5 by Yoni
Hi, my name is Kathie, my story starts a little earlier. I'm 29 and
single, I should amend that to single again. I recently divorced my
husband of 4 years. When I first met John, I thought he was very sweet, I
never dreamed that in a few short days I would be bent over his footstool
while he fucked me doggy style. I wasn't exactly a virgin though I had
never gone this far before. I fooled around with a guy in school and found
that if I let him play with my tits before going down on him, that would
usually be enough. He never saw me naked and he never asked to see my
pussy. I found out after I went to college that he was actually gay, but
he always said that I gave him the best head he had ever had.
I went to college and dated a little, nothing serious and no sex. I was
determined to get through college, not end up barefoot wearing boiler suits
like my dad used to tease my mom all the time. She always laughed, but as
I grew up I could see she was really sad. When I got older, I found out
from my mom's younger sister, that mom had wanted to be a concert cellist.
She was in her second year when she met dad and then she dropped out to
have me.
I was a bit of a tomboy growing up, which never bothered dad. I think he
was a little disappointed when they found out that mom could never have
another child after me, they almost lost my mother a few hours after I was
born. Mom tried to raise me to be a proper woman while dad treated me like
the son he knew he would never have. Maybe that is why I picked the most
non threatening guy in high school to be my boyfriend.
I graduated from college with a degree in communications and a minor in
english. I was sooo prepared for the job market. Yeah right, which is why
I ended up typing for a newspaper in the copy department, well at least it
paid the bills. I proved that I could do a good job and more importantly I
could keep my mouth shut. Which is why in only 3 years I had moved up the
corporate ladder till I was the asst CEO'S personal secretary.
I met John at a corporate mixer party, I knew I wasn't there because of how
smart I was, I was just somebodies date. I got dumped shortly after
getting there and was wondering how I would get home when I met John. To
make a short story even shorter, girl meets boy, boy takes girl home and
then starts showing up everyday, on the third date I opened my legs for
him. For the next 2 weeks I learned more about sex and how to please a man
than I would have ever believed was possible when I was in college. I was a
slut for his need, almost from the first he knew how to turn me on.
My job began to suffer, but I didn't notice. John had asked me to marry
him as I was giving him a blowjob and I stopped long enough to say yes
before he blew his wad all over my face. Two days later we were married
and I just left for my honeymoon. Ten days went by like a dream, I don't
really remember where we were, it was just sex, sex, sex, it seemed like I
was constantly horney and couldn't get enough. When we got home there was a
message on my machine. I went to work and found I had been fired. It
seems that they had been considering termination when I left with no word.
Considering my time and work there, you would have thought I would at least
get a decent chance to explain. Hmmp! All I got was a severance check and
it wasn't even a weeks pay.
John just laughed and said not to worry, this just gave us more time
together and minutes later he was screwing my brains out. This lasted for a
long time, either I was sleeping or I was fucking John, with no real
thought for anything else. One morning I woke up and I felt awful. There
was a nasty taste in my mouth and I ached everywhere. I tried to get up and
go to the bathroom, instead I collasped on the floor. After a while I
managed to get to a phone and dial 911.
I woke up in the hospital with my arms tied to the bed. I had several
needles in my veins and was hooked up to so many machines that I felt they
were feeding off of me. I was severely dehydrated and suffering paranoid
delusions from the withdrawal. What's that you're probably wondering, did
I say withdrawal? Yep boys and girls I had been strung out on some kind of
designer drug that had been hyping my sex drive while making me stupid to
anything else. At first I thought it was some kind of mistake, a mixup in
the tests or something. Then I realised that I had been there for several
days and my loving husband hadn't been around to see how I was doing, in
fact I remembered he had left days before saying he would return shortly. I
had been lying in bed waiting for him for several days before I ended up on
the floor.
It turned out the bastard had left me for dead. He had some kind of
insurance thing on me and he had planned on going to a convention as part
of a business deal. He figured I would be dead from the overdose or
withdrawal of the drug. Wasn't he surprised, when after 2 months of hell I
actually pulled through and began to mend. I had weighed 59 lbs when I
went into the hospital that day and I was just topping a 100, 6 months
later, when I was released.
The divorce was brutal! He tried every trick in the book. He didn't get
the 5 million insurance, he didn't get the house, the car, or the savings,
not that there was anything to have really, it was all repossed while I was
in the hospital, but it didn't stop him from blaming me for it. I thought
I had left him behind, I hadn't seen him for nearly 2 years. One day I got
a letter from my lawyer that the divorce was final and that my ex was
wanted on several charges. I was too tired to celebrate, I just wanted to
forget anything had ever happened.
Imagine my utter surprise waking up one morning, to find myself undressed
from the waist down, on the couch in the living room. My ex husband
sitting across from me. He wanted one last look at his honey pie. We were
just going for a little ride, that is when I saw the gun, it all seemed
like a dream after that. Me getting dressed but no underwear, getting in
the car, the gun against my hip, the smile on his hateful face. I couldn't
believe it when this woman pulled up beside us and pulled him out of the
car. It was done so fast I couldn't believe it. It wasn't till she turned
to me that I finally panicked. I don't remember getting out of the car or
much of anything else till the cops were asking me if I was allright.
Of course the cops didn't want to believe a small woman had been able to
pull a grown man out of the car from a sitting position. They found a bike
owned by a man who swore he didn't know anything about it. The plates
matched but that was all. They actually had the nerve to make it seem as
if I had imagined it being a woman at all. They finally let the guy go,
but as he got on the bike, I just knew somehow that he did know the woman.
The officer taking my statement left for some reason and I was able to get
his name and phone number off the report.
I tried calling by phone, but I lost my nerve when he answered. I had just
had an experience with one man and here I was calling another that I didn't
know. I just tried again and again but my hands would start shaking and I
had to hang up. I finally made up my mind to call and answer only I kept
getting his answering machine. I just kept hitting my redial several
times, as tears running down my face, I prayed for him to answer. Finally
saying "please," I stopped. I went into the bedroom and collasped on the
bed crying, till at some point I passed out.
I woke up cramped and feeling empty, but clean somehow. I took a shower
and washed my pussy with extra care, I still felt dirty there from
yesterday. I called him one more time and again he didn't answer the
phone. Right then and there I determined I was going to meet him and
somehow convince him to tell me who the woman was who helped me. When I am
at the end of my rope I can be a real stubborn bitch about letting go.
I was nervous as hell when I finally knocked on his door. The bike was
there so I knew he had to be home. After a minute I knocked again and then
tried to look inside the house, but his window was just like a damn mirror.
I was trying to decide whether to knock again or leave and come back some
other time when the door swung open and the man asked what could he do for
me. I used some pretext for getting into his house then asked for a drink
of water. Coming back with the glass he handed it to me while I tried to
figure out what to say, when he bet me to the point.
"You're the woman from the police station aren't you," he asked. "I saw
you once when they were questioning me. Look I told them I didn't know
anything."
"Please, I just wanted to ask you about the woman," I said timidly, placing
the glass on the counter and moving closer to him.
"I don't know what you expect me to tell you, I don't know anything," he
repeated.
"PLEASE, I just want to thank her for saving me!"
"Is that" tears started in my eyes, "so much to ask?"
"I mean I was SO scared," my hands started shaking again, "That son of a
bitch was going to kill me!!!" Tears were running down my face. "He tried
to FUCK me to death," I screamed, "and when I thought I was done with him,
he came back and tried to kill me while fucking with my head."
Sobbing hysterically, I fell down on my knees shaking, I couldn't go on.
To be continued
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