Rape

Every year for the past 5 years she has been coming to my house. As soon as my door opens she yells “trick or treat” and giggles. She’s got to be 19 by now, and knows she is to old for this. She always dresses up as a sexy witch. She wears a tight black dress that goes to her knees, a black hat, black lipstick, black eye shadow, well black everything she even dies her hair black. She is incredibly hot. She has the figure of a model. 5′9 140lbs, long naturally blonde hair (when it’s not black), deep green eyes, full lucious lips, high cheeks, big round firm breasts that look like they are a size D, maybe smaller, long perfectly shaped legs, flat stomach, and a small but cute ass. Her name is Monique . The thing about Monique is that she is a tease, she wears tight cloths and flaunts herself to all the guys. Well she has flaunted 1 to many times. I hope she is ready for this Halloween.

I looked out my window as the school bus rode by, and knew it wouldn’t be to long before all the kids starting coming to my door. I got my candy bowl out and sat it on my end table. I went to my bedroom and got my costume on. I am Dracula this year as I am every year. I took off my cloths and checked my self out in the mirror. I am a pretty hot guy for being 29. I have blue eyes and a sexy smile, sandy blonde hair that is always neatly trimmed, a goatee and mustache, a washboard stomach, and an average cock. (more…)

Andrea Frost had waited for and dreamed of this day, her parents trusted her enough to go away for a weekend together, leaving her home alone. Of course they gave her the speeches about no parties, no friends over and about being a responsible young woman! They told her that this was her chance to prove to them she could be trusted and she wanted them to trust her. At eighteen she wanted their approval to start dating and to be able to use the car she’d been given for her birthday by herself. To go to football games alone and to drive herself to school, to drill team practice and home all by herself. Andrea body was in good shape.

Her breasts being firm and cone shaped that comes with her age and youth. She had 34C’s and medium sized nipples. She had dirty blond hair and stood 5″8 and was a little thicker than all the “Ally McBeal” thin girls that seems to be the rage today. Her ass was s little padded by the baby fat she still carried. She hated that she lived far out of town away from anything fun to do like the malls or the arena. She couldn’t even walk to anything closer than 2 miles.
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Rounding the corner into the black alley, Tygra flung herself to the mud-caked ground. Tense with trepidation, she listened for signs of pursuit. Before she even had a chance to catch her breath, a figure came out of the night, hurtling past her before diving onto the ground. Even from her present position, Tygra could see that it was her best friend, Laura.

“Laura,” she whispered in relief, before terror took hold once more. “Come on! We have to get out of here and hide!” “I know!” her friend replied, over her shoulder. “Lets make a run for it!”

They got to their hands and knees as silently as they could, readying themselves to spring into the night. As they started to move though, two large figures came out of the darkness and flattened them, back into the grime and mud. Winded by the sudden attack, Tygra made herself go limp, in pretence of a faint. Laura, on the other hand, began to struggle with the sudden burst of superhuman strength that comes from extreme fear. Tygra watched as she beat her fists against the muscular chest repeatedly in a desperate attempt to free herself. Both ploys failed as the two men suddenly rose, jerking the women to their feet before they slammed them hard against the wall. (more…)

My wife Connie is 28 and we have been married for just over a year but have been together for almost 5 years. Connie is one of those women who is not a classic beauty but is very sexy and most everyone finds her attractive. She has bedroom eyes and loves to please me in any way I desire. She is 5′ 6″, weighs 115 and her body is exquisite and loves showing it off, especially her 34C chest.

One of the things I love to see is other men and women enjoying the pleasure of Connie’s body. This is where our problems started.

Connie and I began going to this club, in southern NJ, where we could join others who have similar desires. One of the fantasies Connie has is to be taken by a man or women without knowing who they are or what they look like. This sensory depravation enhances her overall pleasure and intensifies her orgasms. I guess we could be considered regulars and always seem to have a great time that we can fantasize about until our next visit.
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One evening I chatted with a man online who expressed interest in a real meeting. He sent me a pic of himself and I must say I found him to be very sexy. The pic showed a very good looking black man, about 6 foot 4, 220 pounds dressed in a t shirt that showed off his strong muscular frame. He seemed very nice as we chatted and I finally consented to meeting him at a motel. I was very excited as we firmed up the details of our meeting and couldn’t wait to get to the motel and get ready for him.

I got to the motel early and began preparing myself for my new boyfriend’s arrival. I stripped immediately and excitedly went to the bathroom to begin my transformation into the sexy girl I so much want to be.

I put on eye makeup, blush and then bright red lip stick that matched the polish on my pretty toes. When my makeup was complete I donned my red mini dress and black stockings. I then put on my wig -I looked in the mirror and loved the way my dress accentuated my shapely legs.

I pranced around the room watching myself in the mirror for a while and then suddenly noticed a Hispanic man apparently from the housekeeping staff peer in the window as he passed by. I suddenly realized that I had left the curtain of the large window that encompassed the entire outside wall of the room next to the door open a couple of feet. They could actually see me! (more…)

I so was incredibly horny last night when I got off the computer. As soon as I went to bed I pulled my thongs to the side, and I began to rub my clit, well not on the clit, but around the clit. I was thinking of our conversation about non-consensual sex, and I was so hot. My fingers were not enough, but before I got some assistance, I slipped a finger into my pussy and I was so incredibly wet, almost sopping wet. But like I said my fingers were not enough, so I got up and got my 5 inch dildo, the kind that feels real except it was purple. It was thicker than most dildos, too.

I began to play a fantasy in my head. This might seem a little vague. Well, vague might not be the right word. I pictured you grabbing me from behind, and forcing me against a table.

You told me, “You are going to suck my cock now!” (more…)

I knew when I left the house that night something interesting was going to happen. It was a steamy Saturday night, when I got together with some of the girls. We were all in the dancing mood and decided to go out to the club.

Several hours after drinking and dancing, I noticed a man at the bar who had been watching me all night. He gave me a little wink, and I thought to myself “not tonight buddy”! So I hurried back to the dance floor where the DJ was playing my favorite bump and grind song.

I had my eyes closed and was getting lost in the music, when I realized someone’s hands were on my hips behind me pulling me toward them.

The rhythm of his pelvis grinding into my ass was hypnotic. Then the music changed to a slow beat and he swung me around and when I saw his face for the first time I realized it was the guy from the bar. My first reaction was to pull away, but he grabbed me forcefully and pulled me into his arms. (more…)

I quietly slide in through the back door, listening keenly for any sounds coming from within the old, turn of the century house. I slowly close and re-latch the door, making sure it is locked soundly. I quietly tip-toe through the kitchen, tugging my gloves tight on my hands to enhance the sense of touch through them. I stop at the door to the hallway and listen again for any sounds.

I faintly hear a shower running from somewhere above me in the two-story house, so I quickly move down the hall to the beginning of the stairway. Listening intently for any change in the sound of the shower, I softly begin my ascent upwards.

About halfway up the stairs, one suddenly groans under my weight. I hear the water stop and a woman’s voice yell out “Honey, is that you?” I freeze in my tracks, not wanting her to hear, ready to bolt if she comes out of the bedroom door. I wait for what seems like an eternity, sweat starting to roll down my brow fearing, to be caught. (more…)

I live in the north of the country and often have to visit London on business. I invariably arrange to stay overnight and there is a particular Domme I usually visit. The evening before I was due to see her, she emailed, cancelling our appointment due to a family illness. It was too late to arrange a session with another Domme so more in hope than expectation I put an advert on the casual encounters section of Craigslist. It read, ‘Submissive businessman in London on Wednesday . Would any dominant Lady be interested in meeting for an evening of fun?’ Needless to say, there were no replies and I forgot about the advert.

It was over a week later when I received the following email. ‘Sorry I missed your advert last week, I was away on holiday. If you intend to visit London again, why not contact me?’ It was signed, Abi. I wrote back saying that I was often in London and asked her what she was looking for. We corresponded over the next few weeks and later I realised just how much information I had given her about myself whilst receiving practically none from her in return. It was only much later that she told me that she had paid a private detective to obtain as much information about me as he could. By this stage, however, she had me hooked and we arranged to meet. (more…)

Lindsay Wilson arrived a bit late. As she struggled to walk upright in her high heels and a briefcase under her arm, she spilled her coffee on passersby. Vera, her assistant, looked up over her reading glasses, distracted by the commotion.

“Ms. Wilson? Can I help you with that?” she asked, and got up to relieve Lindsay of her briefcase.

“Thanks Vera. What would I do without you?”

Vera knew the ropes. She was Lindsay’s global positioning system. A trim and fit, fifty year old woman who could still turn heads, she wore an updated June Cleaver hairdo and Coco Chanel style suits.

Lindsay sat in the oversized leather chair and looked out the coveted window in her office while she lazily sipped her latte. She lost herself in erotic reverie.

She visualized herself showcased as a young woman chained to a large metal cage; her form taut, like a violin string ready to be plucked. The smell of leather couches, bouquets of pubic hair on her lips, and spankings, heightened the musings, and were certainly not meant for the office. The caffeine kicked in and real life intruded on her daydream.

“Vera? Can you order me some lunch? The usual. Thanks.” (more…)

I checked into the hotel around 9, dumped my stuff in my room and immediately headed down to the bar. This was my first time traveling for a conference and my first “real” job. I was barely out of College and only 21. It all seemed so exciting.

I was surprised when my boss, Paul invited me along. I was only an entry level salesman and didn’t feel this conference pertained to my position. It was all about marketing concepts and so forth. I was no where ready for that department. But Paul said he saw potential in me and wanted to “take me under his wing” and help me advance in the company.

I sat at the bar feeling a little silly in my gray business suit and red tie ordering a rum and coke. The bar tender carded me and I could feel myself blushing as he looked a little too long at my ID before he handed it back to me. I still looked so young, like a kid wearing his father’s clothes. Seeing that my ID was from out of state, he asked me what I was doing in town. I told him I was in for the Marketing Conference at the Convention Center and told him the name of my company. He shot me a very disturbing look and said, “Oh, you are here with Paul.” He handed me the drink and then quickly added another shot of rum from a different bottle before I could pick it up. (more…)

I was so thrilled to finally be going on this trip. Mom and Daddy promised me Spring Break in Hawaii my senior year and I had been looking forward to it ever since. 18 and alone in the beautiful state of Hawaii. I had spent weeks looking for the perfect bathing suits to fit my lithe frame. I had finally selected a conservative black one-piece for laps and an extremely skimpy, two sizes too small red string bikini for sunbathing. Of course, after all the money spent in tanning booths, I didn’t really need a tan, even after a long Iowa winter.

So I was of to Hawaii for two weeks, just myself and my 19 year old cousin, who fortunately hated me just as much as I hated her and so I knew I would get just as much privacy as I wanted. As soon as I hit land I was astounded. Being an Iowa girl I had never seen the ocean before and now I was surrounded. And all the people, for such a small island there were so many people of so many different backgrounds. As I checked into my hotel room, there were a few natives giving me the eye and I heard a few words in a language I didn’t understand, and then some laughing, but I didn’t pay much attention as I assumed that they were just making some tourist jokes about all of the spring break patrons that they got every year. (more…)

Police Officer Sandra Thompson strode purposefully through the reception of the Police Station where she worked. She nodded politely and smiled towards the desk clerk as she passed him and made her way quickly towards the locker room. Her heart was beating fast as she opened her locker, and, ignoring her usual standard issue uniform, removed the clothing she had been instructed to wear for her special assignment. She had been seconded by the vice squad last week to work under cover. The squad’s aim was to bust a prostitution ring in the city, and apprehend the primary characters involved. Sandra checked her watch, it was 17:40 hrs. The final briefing was in 20 minutes.

Sandra laid out her undercover clothes and quietly giggled to herself. She had always wondered what it would be like to wear such slutty clothes, but had never dared try. As she stripped her own clothes from her body she kept looking at what she was to wear for the next week; a light blue satin halter top, very tight; a black leather micro skirt which barely covered her panties, black patent thigh high boots with spike heels and a black leather jacket. Sandra slipped the undercover clothes on and looked at her reflection in the cracked locker room mirror.

“My god” she whispered to herself. “What a slut I look!” (more…)

Amber and Nathan entered the door of the Rusty Spoke, a dive of a bar out the outskirts of town. Amber scanned the room as she entered; knowing that Nathan was doing the same.

The 22-year-old caught the attention of several men as she entered. She was a pretty girl, with shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes and a very pretty face. Her 32C, 26, 34 body was quite noticeable in her tight fitting brown denim pants, with just a hint of camel toe showing between her legs, and tight long sleeved brown shirt that showed every curve of her firm breast.

Nathan Williams walked by her side. He was a tall 24-year-old, standing two inches over six feet. He was a muscular man with handsome features and short brown hair. (more…)

It was the first time that the extended family had come together for over a year now. The occasion that had brought them together was the celebration of Graeme and Helens thirty-fifth wedding anniversary and all of their children had made the journey home to celebrate the milestone. All of their children and their respective partners had made the journey home. I was not really relishing the occasion.

Graeme and Helen had five children. My wife Louise was the eldest at thirty-three. Louise is great girl who still holds those same looks that I fell for eight years ago. She has a good relationship with her mother but struggles to even speak with her father. Even still, I had cum many a time at the thought of her sisters Sarah, Rachael and Joanne. Sarah was a secretary and at thirty was still here living in her hometown. She was a real sporty type and had the body that comes from hard physical activity. She was married to Doug, a mechanic. He was a reasonable sort of guy, but a bit of an overprotective know it all. Sarah was also the quietest of the sisters. Rachael was at twenty-five a stuck up bitch. She had married an Ivy League guy on his way up the corporate ladder who thought he was it. Brad was his name. They were both extreme conservatives who thought themselves above the rest of us. Jo was the youngest girl at nineteen, and had brought her boyfriend home from college for the first time to meet us all. This had caused a great stir in the family, as the new boyfriend, Aaron, was a Negro. Jo has the most perfect arse that I have ever seen. (more…)

It had been raining all day today, it was also my first day off in a long time and I was spending it at home, making sure the house doesn’t burn down, or the dogs don’t dig holes 6ft deep. I’m 18 working my butt off at Jr. College and part time at the mall just so I can transfer to a university in a few years and get the hell out of here, I’m still living at home, which in my own opinion sucks. My mom is off to Vegas on one of her monthly trips and I’m stuck at home this weekend, which isn’t new (I’ve been staying home alone watching the house since I was 15). The only thing that really made today suck is the fight I got into with my bestfriend earlier. Usually Ani would come over and stay with me when I had to be alone, just to keep me from going insane and bored out of my mind. Also just to keep me feeling safe, sad but true, I just feel safer with someone else sharing this house with me. But since the stupid fight we had I knew she was going to come over, not until I apologized and I wasn’t ready to do that just yet. I never had party’s when my mom was gone and fact was Ani is the only person that I let in, I don’t even have William (my now love interest) stay over. (more…)

After a weeks of chatting online, flirting and winding each other up, I arrive unexpected at your house knowing that your alone for the night, it’s 9pm and I know your upstairs surfing the Internet for porn. I enter through the back door and lock it quietly behind me then tiptoe up the stairs. I guess that you’re already aroused as I can hear the familiar moans from the movie your watching. I stand on the landing, breathing softly so you won’t notice me yet.

I move to peep through the crack of the door and I can see you pumping your cock in the blue glow of the screen. As I watch you, I feel the familiar warmth in my cunt and my breathing quickens. I undo the buttons of my coat and enter the room. You jump up in a panic, your T-shirt dropping and just covering your cock that is now almost hard, but you don’t say a word.

I take off my coat to reveal the uniform I’m wearing. I have a blue cotton shirt that is undone to my waist; a school tie worn loosely so it hangs between my large, bare tits. My navy skirt is short and flared, showing just enough thighs between it and my over the knee socks. I drop to my knees before you and flick my long, dark hair behind me. I smile and look up into your eyes. You know why I’m here. This is your chance to take me or send me away… (more…)

Taylor was sleeping soundly in her bed, when the shrill sound of her doorbell awakened her. She quickly grabbed her cell phone, checking the time. “It’s only eight in the freaking morning? Who in the HELL is here at eight in the morning?”

She throws on some pants and a jacket over her pink silk teddy, opens the door to her apartment and starts down the stairs, key to the front door in her hand. As she descends the stairs, she realizes that Alex is the one awakening her from her quiet slumber. A flutter of apprehension mixed with desire shoots up and down her body.

When she unlocks the door, he comes inside and waits for her to shut it again. Then Alex follows her up the stairs, very close behind her. Nothing has been said between the two of them, as the last time they saw each other, there was nothing left to say. He had a girlfriend, and it wasn’t Taylor. She ended the relationship. Clearly, Alex wanted more.

Taylor wasn’t saying anything because she didn’t know what to say. “Why is he here?” Is all she could think, along with, “Do I want him to be here? Should I have even let him in?” (more…)

Bob was having a small party in his apartment. His girlfriend, Susan, and their best friends, Tom and Beth, were celebrating. Susan’s brother, Tony, was going to college. The two couples were having a great time reminiscing about their college days and exploits. The night was getting late and everyone was about to leave. Just then, two big black men burst in the front door. Everyone was startled and scared. One of them waived a gun and shouted, “Get on the floor, muthafuckers!”

The group all got on the ground. The guys, after getting over their initial shock, began to get angry. “What do you want?” Bob said. “We’ll give you our money. Just leave us alone.”

“Ahhh, it ain’t as easy as that. We ain’t here fo’ money but we gonna take that too. We’re here fo’ some pussy.”

“No fuckin’ way!” Tom shouted. He began to get up when he got a gun butt upside his temple.

“Yeah fuckin’ way, muthafucka. Now you bitches get your clothes off before we put some holes in these guys. An’ you dickheads get naked too and throw your shit over there.” (more…)

I got home late that night. I was very tired. I unlocked the door and went straight through the apartment to the bedroom, not bothering to close the blinds first or to pull the drapes. All I wanted was to fall into my bed and go to sleep. Along the way, doing a striptease for whatever neighbor might be up at two a.m., I arrived in the bedroom completely naked.

“Murphy?” I called out. “Where are you, boy?”

I looked under the bed, behind the curtains, inside the walk-in closet, but found no cat. Then, as I pulled a nightshirt out of my dresser drawer, there was a rustle behind me on the bed and, despite knowing exactly what it was, I jumped and gave a little yip. It was the cat.

“Murphy!” I admonished him savagely. “You scared me!”

Pulling the nightshirt on over my head–then removing it again and turning it rightside out–I joined Murphy on the bed and stroked his back. “I really should get up and close the bedroom blinds,” I confessed to him. Like all the other blinds in the place, were wide opened. “But I’m too lazy.”

Murphy purred at me, fixing me with his weird yellow eyes, seeming to say that I could prance around naked all I wanted to–which is usually what I did–as long as I understood the consequences. I had long ago come to grips with the fact that I was an exhibitionist, and, as a consequence of that fact, that I might someday come to trouble for it.

I just didn’t expect it that night. (more…)

Finally, after 7 long hard years, I was walking out those large metal gates. Hopefully, the last time I would ever hear the slamming of those doors. 7 Years served for a crime I did not commit. I was found guilty from the testimony from a woman who lied to protect her boyfriend who had beaten and abused her. A Miss Melanie Walker, and her boyfriend Ray Holloway. Two of the sorriest excuses for a human being I had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

I was convicted of a rape I never committed. I had a good life, wife and job. I lost them all when I was convicted. In prison I was subjected to abuse that no one should ever have to go through. I was raped, beaten, subjected to humiliating days and nights of horrors I had only seen in movies. To say I was bitter has to be the understatement of the century! The only thing that kept me going was knowing that when I was released I would make them both pay for what they had done to me.

I found a job in construction making decent money, after a few weeks I had bought a used van, not the nicest vehicle in town but it ran and was dependable. It wasn’t easy in the room I was in, my cell in prison was nicer! At least it was clean. Every night I would lay in bed thinking of how I could watch her and learn her habits of life. I found the way and started to observe her from a distance. She always had the same routine. I watched her for 4 months before deciding the time was right to put my plan into action. I waited until a Saturday night to proceed. Knowing that her and her lover would be stoned, drunk, or both. (more…)

The white stretch limo made its ponderous way down the road. It was just after 10:30 in the evening on a sultry night in July. Inside the limo lounged an older couple, sipping champagne and deep in animated conversation. They spoke to each other with the easy familiarity that only long association gives. Sheila and Walter were coming home from Polanski’s ‘Dance of the Vampires.’ After a scrumptious seafood dinner at the Sandbar and the requisite after dinner cocktails, of course. Music, a fine meal and a precise measure of alcohol practically guaranteed that Walter’s advances would meet with acceptance tonight. His darling wife liked sex, just that he enjoyed it a hell of a lot more often than she decided to let him have it. The entrance to Dawson Park loomed ahead, the white posts lunging out of the darkness. On a whim, Walter tapped on the glass partition between them and the chauffeur.

“Pull over here, driver,” Walter said, his alcohol thickened tongue slurring his words. He had taken advantage of the limo’s impressive supply of champagne to keep his buzz’s edge honed to bludgeon-sharpness. Not so his wife, who drank sparingly and had all of her mental faculties intact.

“What? Why?” Sheila said, confused as to why he wanted to stop here. (more…)

Clack, clack, clack went her heels on the concrete. They were followed by an echo, almost, of larger, heavier footsteps behind her.

She walked faster, increasing the staccato effect, and her breathing was more urgent. Still the echo persisted. She stopped and turned, nobody there. On she walked, almost ran, her breath was faster almost excited. Turning a corner into the street by the railway she looked and, to her shock, nearly all the street lights were out. Faster, teetering on her heels, she ran down the street of shadows and unseen monsters.

All the time she ran she knew she could hear the continuing steps behind her, closer maybe. Stopping again, she turned and again there was nothing. Catching her breath she moved off quickly again.

There was definitely someone there, she knew that. If only she could get to the end of this street, there was only a couple of hundred yards after that. Something hit her from behind, knocked her off balance and she fell through the bushes onto the railway embankment. Gasping for breath, she looked up. He was big, well over six feet and dressed entirely in black, including the ski mask. (more…)

I was shooting some baskets at school earlier than when most people would be up. It was the first day of fall semester and I figured I’d get some extra practice time and be able to shower before my first class. I had access to the gym since I was a member of our university’s basketball team. I was the number one point guard but I knew I had to work hard. Being 5′7″ I had to work twice as hard as most people in order to keep up with the demands of running this team. I was just shooting some baskets when I noticed a black girl walk in to the gym.

I had never seen her before but she looked very familiar. She came over to my basket and asked if she could shoot around with me. The company was nice so I obliged. I watched her and she had a pretty decent jump shot. But her shoot wasn’t what kept me watching her. For a girl her size and for this sport, she was sporting one of the most amazing racks I had ever seen on a basketball player. Even with her sports bra on, her tits were flopping everywhere with each movement she made. We got to some small talk and she told me her name was Nikki. That’s when it hit me. She was the new freshman recruit that had gotten a lot of press talk for choosing to come to our university. When I pointed it out, she said she figured that I would probably have recognized her from a picture in the school paper or something. That’s why she looked so familiar. She hadn’t checked in with anyone but she thought maybe she could come into the gym and try to get a little court time before her class. I was impressed. Another gym rat like me
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In the quiet of your office, I curled in your lap, my blouse open, bra tugged down to bare my breasts, your teeth marks in livid pink on my flesh in the aftermath of us.

“Tell me a story,” you whispered against my temple. I didn’t even have to think, I knew just what to share. Your book lined shelves, your power chair, the big desk, they brought back memories.

I began, “I was in first year university. Obsessed with grades, really, because it was like bootcamp. Students were dropping like flies and I was among the most ambitious. Winners do the things that losers just won’t do, right? And I worked so hard on that paper. God. I hated him.”

Kissing my throat, you murmured, “Back up. Who?” (more…)