On a Hot Summers Night, Would You Offer Yourself?

On a hot summer night
would you offer yourself 
to the man with the blade in his hand?
I did...

I awoke covered in a sheen of sweat
summer breeze blowing 
window open
so hot...

A noise, a movement
a hand over my mouth
the tip of a knife against my throat

Panic... 

Rough hands grabbing 
spreading, slapping 
inserting, thrusting
The knife blade telling me "not to make a sound" So I don't ...

Me... Scared shitless...

But... also getting turned on just a bit
by this faceless male with his huge cock
thrusting into me so deep
He is so big, and hard as a rock

I really want to thrust back...
To let him know I "like" what he is doing

I think.... Oh no, it's too late, (he didn't last long)... he is starting to cum...
He is getting off me and zipping up
and I am sure he's preparing to run..

I murmur 3 words... so soft, I hardly hear them myself, so I didn't think he heard...

"please... Don't go"...

He stops at the window
I see his silhouette
Moonlight catches the glint of the knife..
I am so scared, but brave at the same time...
I wonder -  what he is thinking ... should I ask twice?

I am lying here with god knows who's cum running out of my punished pussy... And I want more?

The figure with his balaclava face
returns to my bedside 
Not moving... I chance it and reach out to unzip his jeans
To my throat he holds the knife
I am gentle and take his flaccid cock out
I stroke and lick him back to life

He allows me to take his off his jeans and his shirt 
I put up my hand to remove his balaclava, but the point of the knife presses into my skin
No words pass between us.. I know what it means.. Don't take it off, or you will get hurt.

I sit him down on the bed 
And I bury my face in his cock and his cock down my throat
He is more than ready ...

I tell him I am going to sit on his cock
he nods....
My arms encircle his neck and I impale myself... again and again and again.....

He drops the knife and grabs me around the waist
He slams me down upon himself
I hear a soft moan as he cums for a second time inside of me...

His last spurt of his cum is the trigger to set me off
On my own frenzied primal rollercoaster of throbbing pulses

I am not so quiet 
I moan, and I flood his lap with my juice
My orgasm subsides
no point in denying - there is no use..

I am so wet, 
From his second cumming 
and my first one yet...

He gets dressed
Picks up his knife
And walks to the window
Ready to walk out into the night

I whisper "thank you"
And ask him to "please return, soon"

He leaves via the window

On hot steamy nights, I leave the window open...
In the hope that:

On a hot summer night
I will once again, offer myself
to the man with the blade in his hand?
I so want to again .........

To this day, he has never returned.....