(follow up to my post yesterday about my encounter with a frenchwoman)

We set the rules and a safe word - where we would meet, but not how it would happen. She told me to make it real for her.

At the edge of our city is a large park with walking trails, beaches, and lookouts. I know the place well and where some spots that were secluded and very unlikely to encounter others, especially at dusk. But it's impossible to be entirely sure we would be alone. As I approach the trailhead of the park, my heart is pounding with anxiety. I can't believe I'm about to do this; if we get caught or if she changes her decision about this, I could ruin my entire fucking life. Goodbye career, goodbye family, goodbye everything. How much was I willing to risk for kinky sexy?

I walk down the path to a seaside lookout, and she's sitting on a wooden bench, smoking a cigarette. At this point, I thought I could turn around right then, and she wouldn't even know I was there and leave. Go back to my wife and fuck her brains out instead. I'm an aggressive man, but not a violent one... This isn't me; this isn't me. Then I get a good look at her wearing this red sundress, sitting in the afterglow of sunset, and I decide in a snap. "no, this is you, you deviant piece of shit." And in that moment, I saw myself in the third person.

I walk up behind her quietly, throw my elbow around her neck, and growl into her ear, "You shouldn't be here alone."

She puts up a fake fight, begging me, "No, please," But I can overpower her easily. I'm 6'2 and 200lbs, and she's 5'2 and 100lbs; of course, I can push her down with only a fraction of my force. I pry her legs apart and jam my hand up her dress. I had expected and thought about ripping a roll in her panties, but to my surprise, she wasn't wearing any. She keeps fighting and slapping my hands and forearms while I try to touch her and force a finger inside her. I barely get one knuckle of my middle finger into her because she's putting up a good fight with me, all the while begging and crying to stop.

I'm afraid all of a sudden that she's making too much noise and that the sound is travelling. So I shout to her, "SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU," and her cries get quieter immediately.

I followed that up with, "Do what I want, and you won't get hurt," and she sobbed, "Please, stop, don't hurt me."

I grab her by the neck, lift her, and force her to turn over with her knees on the bench seat and her head dangling over it. Pulling her dress up, I say, "I'll make this easy on you," and I take out my cock from my pants and push it into her. She's soaking wet, and it only takes a single thrust for my cock to be fully in her.

It doesn't take long for me; at this point, she's crying and putting up weak resistance, seemingly having given in to my will and force.

After fucking her and grabbing her by her hair and her neck for what felt like forever, but was probably no longer than 10 minutes, I felt her orgasm, and she was crying, "No, no" Feeling her pussy pulsing caused me to cum instantly.

After I cum I grab her and turn her around, holding her by her cheeks and jaw, and I look at her dead in the eyes and say, "That's a good girl," and then zip my pants up and walk away.

Before I get to my car, she sends me a text "thank you," when I reply, it shows that I'm blocked. I never heard from her again.