Rape

She had awakened way too horny to get back to sleep. Her thoughts were always random at such a dark hour, but they often strayed between her handful of lovers of the years and the ones she hadn’t had, the ones whose cocks she only imagined while she masturbated in the lonely hours.

She writhed in the bed while her fingers traced fiery trails over her body. She stroked her neck, but she couldn’t bring herself to squeeze the way she wanted it to happen, though she experimented by herself a little when she was this hot. A bag over her head, maybe? She’d heard of such things, but she dismissed them with the thought that, god, what if she died and her mom read the report about how she was found? The thought made her giggle a little in its absurdity, but her breath caught quickly, back to business, as she found an already-erect nipple and nearly tore it off…

She didn’t move immediately to her pussy, but she was certainly aware of it. She knew it was wet and flowing already, the way it was when she knew she was going to get fucked hard, like she loved it, and she started contemplating moving to get a toy from the drawer, dismissed the idea, and continued to stroke her skin, feeling the heat of the room and the tingling of every nerve ending. What she didn’t notice was the man standing just a few feet from her bed, interrupted in whatever he’d been doing when he’d made the small noise that had awakened her, suddenly no longer interested in petty larceny. The show was about to begin. (more…)

Abby and Mark were keen walkers. Abby was a twenty-five year old American woman who had been living in England with her boyfriend, Mark for two years. She was a tall woman at five feet eleven inches, long brunette hair and dark eyes. Mark was twenty-six, a tall and attractive man.

Close to where they lived in northern England were some excellent walking trails. One warm weekend in June they left home, well packed up for the hike. They also planned to take advantage of the warm day and indulge in some sexy fun. They knew of many quiet places.

They had been walking for almost 45 minutes and had not seen anybody. Suddenly three figures came into view – two men and a woman. Mark couldn’t help but notice they were not equipped for walking.

As the three approached Mark was about to acknowledge them when one of the group produced a knife. Tom, the one holding the knife was tall and very slim. Tom demanded Mark hand over his wallet. Mark handed him his wallet. Errol the other male assailant, he was shorter than Tom but quite muscular, snatched the wallet. He was disgusted to find the wallet only contained twenty pounds. (more…)

‘Another boring night out’, Amy thought to herself as she walked across the dance floor to the toilets. She had left her friend, Paula, talking to a man at the bar who only seemed interested in taking her home and fucking her senseless.

The club was packed, everyone nudging into each other, unknown hands freely groping her butt as she edged across the dance floor to the toilet.

A group of young men were stood in a circle, dancing around another man in the middle. She had no patience for groups who took up all the space on the dance floor, and so pushed her way through.

When between them Amy’s arm suddenly got yanked from behind. A tall man pulled her tightly towards him and went for a kiss as his hands roughly caressed her body. She instinctively tried to pull away but he was too strong, his lips connecting with hers, trying to probe her mouth with his tongue. (more…)

“Now what will it be hun?” Luke growled “Are you gonna be nice and do what we say, or are you going to be difficult”. Tiffany sat on the floor of Luke’s Gun Shop; she had come there looking for her sister who had been missing for several days and now she found herself at the mercy of the four men before her.

“No, stop it. I just want to find Sarah.” Tears flowed down Tiffany’s face but the four men didn’t care.

“Fine, we’ll just have to do this the hard way.” Luke grabbed hold of Tiffany’s arm and lifted her to her feet; then he and the other men began stripping her naked, all the while Tiffany begged them to stop.

“Please, NO, DON’T DO THIS.” Her clothes were ripped to pieces pretty much useless, and she was pushed on to the floor. Luke used his belt to tie her arms behind her back. (more…)

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MILF

((vulgar:)): A (putative) mother found sexually attractive.
1999: Movie American Pie -
“Dude that chick’s a MILF!”
“What the hell is that?”
“M-I-L-F Mom I’d Like to Fuck!”
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She had a body to die for, and she was on her knees, lovingly tending the flower beds that she cherished. Robin loved her garden and spent many a happy hour tinkering away outside, pruning the roses, mowing the lawn, sweeping the leaves away or planting little flowers, ready to watch them grow to full bloom as the weeks progressed.

But it was her aching body that Robin thought about most while she was alone in the garden.

From a teenager, she had always been admired, and no wonder! At 18, she had been a beauty queen and attended many of the pageants in many of the towns in the Mid-West state where she came from. She was 5′9, dark haired, with legs that went on forever, and huge, hard breasts that dazzled the kids at college, the men in the district where she lived, and anybody that came into contact with the college girl. She had thought nothing of parading up and down the cat walk in a skimpy bathing costume that showed off her superb curves to their fullest. But the thought that people were lusting after her never crossed Robin’s naïve, young mind. Now, Robin was approaching her fifties, but her breasts were still 39DD, shapely and firm with rigid, dark nipples, and she still had the feminine curves that brought leering looks from men and boys alike. (more…)

1942: A small island in the South Pacific.

Victoria Adams leaned on the ornate railing that circled the balcony of the Governors Mansion and let out a slight, satisfied sigh. Life was good for her here. She was married to a man she loved and respected, lived in this luxurious mansion, in the lap of opulent luxury, was the most admired woman on the island and had not worked a full days work in her life. She listened to the Ocean break against the nearby shore and watched as a couple of native women dragged heavy looking fishing nets along the yellow beach, smiled at their honest toil and took a sip from her long wine glass. Yes, life was good for her.

“Darling, come here a second would you?” called her husband from his study along the second floor corridor. (more…)

I dreamt of you last night.

In the dream, there were sounds of a door creaking open. You were there at the foot of the bed were I lay. Before I could speak you covered my mouth with your lips. I felt your tongue, your strong, beautiful, talented tongue, curl around mine. The taste of your mouth and the feel of your beard scratching my cheek shot an arrow of red hot desire to the soft spot you know so well. I tried to open my eyes to see you but they were heavy with sleep so I gave into the sensations and just laid back and felt.

You were in bed with me I could feel the length of your body stretched out next to mine, our legs entwined, and the soft hair on your chest gently rubbing against my belly. I felt your hand run up the back of my leg and cup my buttock as you pulled me into you for another kiss. The kiss went on and on, your strong hand held me, so tenderly close as you gently pushed the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders. The silk fell off my breast and only then did the kiss on my lips end. You slid down the bed and cupped my breast in your hand, your tongue, poised just on the tip of my nipple driving me crazy with desire as you circled the dark pink bud. “Do you want me to bite” I heard you whisper. (more…)

What the hell was it with girls? Linda had flirted with him shamelessly for a long time. She had invited him over while both of their respective significant others were out of town. They had hung out together in her parent’s basement rec room. Her outfit had been very sexy and she had flashed her white cotton panties at him numerous times.

She’d asked him how a boy knows a girl wants to be kissed and he had ended up kissing her. They had ended up on the floor with him on the bottom in a hot 69. He had yanked off her tiny panties and eaten her plump little pussy lips and ass hole with gusto. She in turn had sucked him off. He had made her cum twice with his lips and tongue. So,like any guy of twenty-one, he had assumed that she wanted at least a repeat performance which would certainly lead to a fuck. (more…)

The story I’m about to relate happened a few years ago when my husband and I were on a camping trip; we usually go at least a couple times a year. We loaded up our motor home with the essentials and off we went towing our Honda car behind.

We drove to a new spot a few hours away in the Rocky Mountains, a national park with a campground that wasn’t full this time of year so we could enjoy nature and a little peace and quiet for the weekend.

Once there we registered, parked and settled in and started the barbeque because it was almost supper time. I set everything up outside on the picnic table while Bob, my husband proceeded to cook our steaks.

It was about this time that another motor home pulled up and began backing into the spot right beside us. (more…)

I have always had this inner desire to see my lady get taken by three men. I know it’s wrong and in some views sick. But I have always wanted this. She on the other hand has not wanted this and has told me so. But! She has made remarks about the times when I’m a little rough. She likes it, and she likes me to talk a little dirty while I’m being rough.

One evening while setting outside, 3 men walked by. The first man said hello but the other 2 just stared at Lin. She had on a sheer tank top in white. You could see clear through the top with out trying. Her shorts were very short, and with her legs drawn up under her you could see her pussy mound very clearly. After the men walked on I asked her what she would have done if those men had come up and made us go inside and tied us up. And what she would have done if they had wanted to rape her? (more…)

Forcible rape is a violent crime, usually perpetrated by men who hate women. No woman actually wants to be a victim of forcible rape but a lot of women fantasize about the sex part of it, which would be okay if the violence and the injuries could be eliminated. Amy is one of those women. She is 27 years old and married with no children and she and her husband live in a house in the suburbs He is frequently away on business trips, and during those times, I go and see Amy and we make love. On the most recent occasion, we had arranged for two friends of mine and me to go to her house and “rape” her with no violence and no injuries. We had to plan carefully what we would do and what we would not do because we didn’t want anybody to get hurt, pregnant, arrested or to catch a STD.

The scenario was that Amy would go for a walk just after dark, and when she came back, we would be lurking in the shrubbery by the door to her home. The shrubbery is cut so short that only a rabbit could hide in it, but were doing a lot of pretending anyhow. Everything went as planned. Amy unlocked her door and stood there while we stumbled out of our “hiding place” and rushed her into her house. At first, we were all wearing masks but we intended to remove then after we had blindfolded and tied up our “victim”. (more…)

It was the day that every little girl dreamed of, today was Lara’s wedding day. In St. Mary’s church a room off to the side of the chapel had been converted into a waiting area for the bride and her bridesmaids. There was a lavish vanity table that had been scattered with various paraphernalia used to make a bride and her friends look more beautiful. Lara, however, did not use any make up to feel beautiful and decided that she would not use it. She sat and toyed with various pieces of the cosmetics. All of her bridesmaids had left to go mill about and keep the guests occupied. Lara was nervous and preferred to be alone when her nerves were acting up. The ceremony was not due to start for another 20 minutes, and she needed time to think.

She was completely dressed. The white dress she wore was simple and sleek, calling back to past days. The top was a beautifully tailored corset that seemed to enhance her figure and make her look like a mold of what could be the perfect woman. Her milky white breasts were pushed up, a decent amount of cleavage showing, but still remaining modest for a proper bride. At her hips, the dress flared out and pooled in a long train behind her. In her russet hair was clasped a thin veil, her hair falling in soft natural curls to her shoulders. (more…)

I am an average female that has kept my body in good shape and spend time at the salon to keep my appearance looking good for my boyfriend and at work. Allot of men do not know how much time we put in to look pretty for their man and no idea about what it is like at the office for a woman with allot of other henpecking women. And to ad to the insult; My boyfriend when he comes home does not take into consideration that I might not be in the mood to be on the receiving end in sex if I have a bad day.

One day after work I went to the salon to get my nails done and hair and waxed my eyebrows before coming home and expected him to notice my new look and compliment me and ask about my day. But when he didn’t notice; I let loose on him verbally about him not respecting how much work a woman puts in to look good for him and that women might not want to be on the receiving end and instead do some of the giving for a change!! I told him that he needs to experience a day of being a woman and he said” I can do that. No problem. It cannot be that bad!! So I set up a time in private in my girlfriends salon who is a femdom on the side for extra money. (more…)

“You may kiss the bride.”

The preacher’s words rang in Allen’s ears. He looked down at Courtney, his young bride. She was no more than five feet tall. At 5′8, Allen towered over her. Her beautiful round face was framed in reddish-blonde hair, falling in gentle curls. Her big, gray eyes gazed up at his. Her smooth pale skin glowed in the gentle candle light. Allen’s eyes gazed over her smooth, bare shoulders, and her neck, where her soft skin plunged into the gentle cleavage of her small, perfectly-shaped breasts. She looked just the same as when they met in high school. She was a sophomore. He was a Senior. They had dated all through high school and college.

Their lips met. Courtney felt a tingle. They had kissed before. They had necked and petted, but always stopped. Tonight it would be different, Tonight it would be okay. Allen felt the promise in his new wife’s mouth. Standing at the altar, their tongues met briefly before their lips parted. The rest of the service and the reception were a blur. So many people, friends, parent’s friends. Finally it was over. Casually dressed in jeans, the young couple slipped out the back way and headed for the family cabin where they were to spend the first night of their honeymoon. (more…)

It was a long day for Camille, which started on the wrong foot when she had gotten up late for work. She had to rush through her morning routine in order to cut corners and save some time. She had a quick shower, not washing her short blonde curly locks. She left her flannel jammies in a heap on her tile bathroom floor and quickly threw on a black satin blouse and red jacket and a red wool skirt that came to her knees. She had decided against wearing a bra and underwear as she was in a hurry. Camille quickly strapped on a pair of red leather heels and dashed through the kitchen, grabbing an apple and juice box on her way to the back door. She hastily unlocked the door, grabbed her keys on the adjacent counter and scooted out to her car. She managed to save 15 minutes in her rush to get to work and only arrived several minutes late. Her boss, Kevin Scatcherd didn’t even notice her tardiness as she hung her purse on the back of her office chair in her pod created by filing cabinets, located outside of Mr. Scatcherd’s door.

She logged onto her computer and while it searched the server for the day’s unread messages, Camille stood, smoothed the wrinkles from her clothes and graciously sauntered into Mr. Scatcherd’s office. (more…)

Linda loved jogging through the park at night. It was a safe park; there hadn’t been an attack or mugging in years. And it was quiet. Rarely did she ever see another soul. Paul hadn’t called for a couple of weeks, and although she had an excursion with one of the delivery boys earlier in the week, she needed to relieve some tension. That was the rule. She belonged to Paul on the weekends, and was not allowed to make any date plans in case he wanted her. She hoped the night run would help burn away some sexual energy as she pounded along the paved path.

She was dressed in a pair of athletic short shorts that clung to her body and showed off the bottoms of her firm ass, and sports bra beneath an old cotton tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a long braid that bounced as she ran, along with her large tits despite the bra. She was sweating from the distance of her run, but despite her appearance, or because of it, she gave off a healthy, radiant glow that swelled with sexuality. That was what the masked man was thinking as she approached. (more…)

I sit back comfortable in the dark house, sipping my drink waiting for you to come home. I hear your car pull up and you coming into the house. You enter the kitchen and the lights won’t come on, I hear you cussing about the damn electric being out or something and smile.

You are pushed face down onto the kitchen table, strong arms holding you down, I can see you struggling, your strong sexy body jerking around trying to get away. I can see your big muscular body bent over the kitchen table, I stand between your legs, pushing them further apart. I undo your pants and shove them down, leaving your bare ass vulnerable for my abuse. You can feel hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them wide, you are cussing and threatening us. Your hands are tied to the table legs and a hand is over your mouth. I shove my finger in your asshole hard, with no warning, you start to struggle again, I keep moving my finger in and out of your asshole. I can feel you fighting against my finger, I pull my finger out and you feel my mouth on your asshole. I blow gently then shove my tongue deep inside you. I lick my tongue around, then push hard inside you again, I want you to relax before I fuck you hard. (more…)

She is sitting on the back porch one night, enjoying the cool air and the sunset, thoughts of the days events running through her mind as she leans back against the door and closes her eyes. All of a sudden a hand is over her mouth, her legs are lifted and she is carried into the house and thrown on the bed. Her eyes open and she enters her nightmare.

She is able to see the two men that are holding her down, one is blonde the other brunette. Her mind is going a mile a minute, “What is happening to me, is this a joke, are they going to hurt me, why am I becoming aroused?” As these thoughts fill her mind the brunette takes a knife out and one at a time cuts the buttons from her blouse. She begins to tremble as she watches the intensity on his face.

The blonde still has his hand over her mouth, he leans down and whispers to her, “don’t say a word and we won’t hurt you.”

She whimpers softly and nods her head. She still does not understand the wetness that is occurring between her legs. Why is her pussy starting to ache for the touch of them when they hold her life in their hands. (more…)

These are mostly my fantasies though some parts are true and have happened……

I guess it all started when I was a senior in high school. We had a car wash in a store parking lot to raise money for a school activity. It was a very nice Saturday afternoon, very warm. I was wearing very short shorts and a bikini top. We were washing cars, spraying each other with the hose, having fun washing cars.

A Toyota pick up came in to be washed and inside was a man of maybe 40, nice looking, serious. He paid us $5 and pulled up for us to wash his truck. I had a sponge and started soaping the truck. I noticed him looking at me. It was a serious look, lustful but not in a playful way. Lots of guys looked at us lustfully while we washed their cars but this was different. (more…)

I know I’m weird. Yes, but, I do love the gentle yet forceful rape. Where you hold me down and make love to me. Making me enjoy every minute of it. Basically: Dont call me names and Don’t make me leave with any bruises or scars.(only online stuff=fantasy)

I was drunk one night about a week ago and woke up to sever pain only to find my friends boyfriend having anal sex with me. I was bleeding and now it hurts so bad i cant have a bowel movement, the only one i had since then hurt so bad i screamed. What can i do to heal this problem, i am scared.

Wendy went into her ex-boyfriend’s apartment late afternoon. She knew he wouldn’t be home and that suited her fine. She was going to collect the last of her stuff, never to return to his place again. She had had it with him. Only two days ago she ended their relationship. She hadn’t seen him since. Wendy only had to pick up some clothes, some books and cd’s and she’d be out of his life. She didn’t exactly know where to go at this point, she was staying at her mom’s for the time being. Still, who knew what the future would bring.

She closed the door and walked down the hall. She looked at herself in the mirror for a second. She looked a mess: her long blond hair stuck to her forehead because of all the heat. It was mid-summer after all, and the temperature went sky high this week. That’s why she was wearing a light skirt and tight top. She didn’t bother wearing a bra, since her top kept her C-cup breasts in the right place.

She hesitated going into the living room. She didn’t want to be confronted with a lot of memories. Wendy couldn’t even count the numerous times her ex and her had fucked on the couch, or the number of times she had blown his cock in the bedroom, or the toilet even. Wendy took a deep breath and opened the door. (more…)

Andrea woke up with a start. She was covered in sweat and sore all over. She hated these dreams she had been having for the past month. They had the same theme to them every time. She would be in her bed and get woken up by three men tying her up and raping her, and she always wakes up just as they start to use her rougher. She knew it was only a dream as nothing was left in her room, and she always woke up in the middle. At least she was pretty sure it was a dream. It was bothering her quite a bit, and she had spoken to a doctor about it. He had told her it was a sign of her inner self wanting to feel the raw excitement of sex she had not been getting for over a year, since she had broken up with her boyfriend. She knew she was pretty, not in a model kind of way, but very attractive none the less. Her red hair touched her ass, her breasts were small b cup at best, but she had very long and sensitive nipples. She kept herself in very good shape, with a slender figure that wasn’t thin. She was very pale skinned with bright green eyes. She knew she should get a new boyfriend, that would help get rid of her dreams. She always loved the attention she got when she had worn her lace and silk bra and panties for her old boyfriend. Well no help for it, she did have to get back to writing her book. (more…)

My mother and I lived alone. She often dated but no one ever really stayed around. Then during one of the times when things were really tight mom met a man who turned out to have a great deal of money but a few strange interests.

One night my mother came into my room and explained that her new friend was willing to take care of us but in return he wanted some sexual favors from both of us. She said I could say no but he promised not to hurt either of us but we were to do whatever he requested . She said she had thought it over and we really needed the help and was willing to do it. I looked at her and knew she was scared both about our situation and about what the man wanted so I said yes I would do it whatever “it” was.

The next afternoon we went to his house. It was a large mansion all the trimmings. He met us at the door and led us down the stairs to the basement and into a back room. The room was divided into two parts. One side was set up like a doctors examination room with a sink, a work table, an examination table with stirrups and a shower. The other side looked a bit more sinister with a four poster bed, a harness hanging from the ceiling, a large wooden large table with what looked like shackles at the corners, something that looked like a pommel horse, and a large selection of leather masks, whips, and restraints. (more…)

I was bored one night so I decided to take a ride to one of my favorite bars in Manhattan. It was a small bar on the upper west side. I liked this bar cause it hand 2 girls for every man. I also liked this bar cause the crowd was mixed which was really rare for a bar on the upper west side of Manhattan. The bar was right off the west side highway, which was perfect. It was a 20-minute ride from my front door to the bar. I had been working really hard for the past two months. June and July are the two busiest months for me. I have to work 6 days a week and be on call for Sunday in case of an emergency.

I had been dating this really nice black girl named Gloria about a month before my busy season started. She broke up with me cause she claimed I didn’t seem to have any time for her. She was a selfish bitch. The only thing she wanted to do was go out and fucking party all the time and spend my fucking money. Where the fuck did she think the money came from. Some fucking women think money grows on trees. The thing was, this wasn’t the first time this has happened to me. I was tired of meeting women who just wanted to fuck around and play games and spend my money. I guess it was my fault. These are just the type of women you meet in bars. But it seems like I never learned my lesson, because here I was on another mission to another bar. (more…)