Rape

Jenny goes down.

There is this cute little chick who lives near me that gets me hard just thinking about her. She is of course really rich and a big bitch. So of course i never gave her another thought. Recently however, I was walking by when she damn near hit me with her car. I was so pissed off I grabbed the door and pulled her out and bitched her out and she just stood there looking really hot. I didnt notice this at first but when i calmed down What I really noticed however was how amazingly hot and tight her body looked in her short skirt and tight top. Up till now I hadn’t ever considered her at all thinking of her as a rich cunt that’s not worth thinking about.

Her body however made my second head(my cock;) ) reconsider. I mean was she really that bad?? I asked myself. She was awfully pretty with her brown hair and that amazingly supple body with those huge titties and that tight ass of hers. I knew right then that I had to have her. This little slut had to be taught a lesson in humility and had to be tamed by me.

The very next day I saw her driving by again on her way to her house. The next morning i followed her to her work and got in without anyone noticing and I scoped the place looking for the weak spots etc. I had a brilliant plan. I knew that I could get in again and accomplish this because of my various martial arts training and just because I was so driven by the passion to do this deed. And the fact that my best buddy was a security guard at the place (i found out that night that he changed jobs) didn’t hurt my chances. (more…)

Katie couldn’t believe her cute little ears.

“So, you’re breaking up with me?” she said. She knew it was the wrong thing to say, but she couldn’t think of any other way to say it.

“No,” Josh said. “We’re not breaking up with you because you’re not dating us. That’s the problem.”

Katie blinked her big brown eyes. “But we’re neighbors,” she said.

“I know, but Matt likes you and I really like you, too. We both think you’re really sexy… really sexy. Even if you were sleeping with Matt, I’m not sure I could take it. And if you were with me, I know I’d never hear the end of it from him.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Katie said.

Josh shrugged.

She had been living in the building for only six weeks after finally moving out of her aunt’s garage in the suburbs. Now that she was in the big city, Katie was sure she’d find success. She just needed a few close friends. Matt and Josh were so far the only two she’d met and that was mostly out of proximity. They lived next door.

“So, what? I have to fuck both of you guys or you’ll stop being my friend?” Katie said, frowning.

“It’s not exactly like that,” Josh said. “But Matt and I, we’re both guys in our mid-twenties. We’re not looking for friends. We’re looking for fuck buddies.”

“That’s all you want? A fuck buddy?”

“That’s all Matt wants. Me, I’m not sure. Depends…” Josh said, staring deeply into Katie’s eyes. He shook his head, getting back on point. “You’re taking all of our attention, but we’re not getting the attention we want from you, and we’re spread too thin to get it somewhere else.”

“You want me to stop coming over if I’m not going to have sex with either or both of you? And I guess you don’t want to go out for drinks with me anymore either?”

“I know it would be easier for me… for all of us, if we spent less time together,” Josh said.

“But I really like you guys.” Tears welled up in Katie’s eyes for a split second before she regained her composure. “Okay, listen. Let’s all go out tonight. I’ll show you a girl can be a good friend. I’ll help you get some action. And if you don’t score, I’ll make it up to you.” (more…)

It was 2 am and I was knackered. I’d been on since10 am the previous day and all I could think of was getting home to bed when the radio crackled into life. “Two four, do you read, over.”

“Yeah Dave, I read you, log me off will you, I’m calling it a night.” Two four, could you call in at Carnaby’s on your way home and pick up a Mrs. Reynolds, she’s heading in your direction.”

“Roger that Dave, last one though, OK.”

“Roger two four.”

Carnaby’s was the local nightclub and not the place to be at 2 am in the morning. I pulled up at the curb and shouted the name Mrs. Reynolds to my old friend John, the bouncer. “Hang on Mike, I’ll see if I can find her.” A few minutes later a tall well stacked blond bird in her thirties staggered out the door and headed towards the cab. Now I’ve always found that good manners produce bigger tips, so, I leapt out the car and opened the back door for her. She totally ignored me and just slumped in the back seat. She was wearing a lacy see through top with a sexy little black bra underneath covering her ample tits; this bird was well stacked. As she sat back, her little red mini rode up over her stockings showing a good amount of thigh. She followed my gaze to her lovely long legs but made no attempt to cover up. All the way home I kept glancing in my rear view mirror at this lovely creature asleep on my back seat and eventually angled the mirror so I could see her legs and panty covered pussy. (more…)

The air in the small library was becoming close. Kevin, and his wife Sharon, both teachers in the small private school sat grading papers. They could have done it just as easily had they went home. But Sharon always enjoyed looking out the window at the view of the river as she worked. Kevin looked across the table at his lovely wife. She was a petite woman when compared to his hulking football frame. They had been very lucky to both have landed jobs within the same school.

It was well pass 5pm and they had been at it for about an hour. But working late at the school was one of the things that had endeared them with the administration. They were seen as two very highly educated, devoted teachers. That they were the only ones left in the building was not new. They often worked late then locked the front door on their way out. The night janitor would be in by nine to clean up. The fading sunlight, as it shown on his wife, made Kevin smile. He loved looking at her. Even in the practical school clothes she was forced to wear, he could see all the sexiness trying to burst out.

Sharon was petite, when compared to her husband, but against anyone else, she held her own. Standing 5′6″ and weighing 140, she was by no means a tiny woman. Kevin stood 6′ and weighed 185. And her tough, no nonsense attitude with her students was legendary. Sharon looked up from her papers and saw the smile on her husband’s face. “I bet I know what you’re thinking?” Kevin smiled at her. “I think about that whenever I look at you. In fact, I’m thinking about taking you right here on this desk.” Sharon laughed. It wouldn’t be the first time her husband had fucked her in the school library. (more…)

Clara stood in her room and stared out into the backyard. Her step-brother and his friends were hanging out by the pool, doing cannonballs into the water and just generally goofing around. Her breathing quickened as she watched the five of them, their lean, muscular bodies, shining with water as they jumped off the diving board.

At nineteen, she was only a couple of years younger than her step-brother, but they had never become friends during the few years their parents had been married.

However, she had noticed the way he sometimes looked at her. When she was by the pool on quiet afternoons she had caught him staring at her in her tiny bikini, or in the morning when she was preparing her breakfast wearing only a thin silk robe. She liked the heat she saw in his eyes and always tried to do something to turn him on even more, like giving him a glimpse of her breasts bending over for something or reaching up into the cupboards of the kitchen, causing her robe to ride up, showing the bottom curve of her ass.

Out by the pool she always wore white bikinis, the tinier the better to tease him. She would dive in the water, turning the fabric almost transparent and then lay in one of the deck lounges, her body glistening wet, nipples stiff and erect. More than once she had noticed the bulge in his shorts before he either dove in the water himself or just abruptly left.

Normally her Mother wouldn’t tolerate the guys behaving like that, especially making so much noise. However, her Mother and step-Father were away for the month, leaving the house to the two of them. (more…)

Bree had begun babysitting for us when she was 15 years old. Her real name was Briana, but she didn’t like that, so she always called herself Bree. Now she was 18 and in the last year of high school.

I often used to kid her about what she wanted to be when she “grew up” because even at the age of 18 she was only about five foot four, about 100 pounds and cute as a button. With shoulder-length blond hair and the face of an angel, she looked like a very young Britney Spears. Only unlike Britney, she radiated a delightful innocence.

That was until she became a senior. A lot of people—me included—believe you can tell if a girl is a virgin or not merely by looking in her face. As a senior, Bree still radiated innocent beauty, but she also radiated a knowledge of her sexual attraction that she did not have before. I knew that she had a boyfriend, Chris, who was a high school football hero, so I suspected he was the culprit who had robbed her of her virginity. Lucky man.

Also, as a senior, she began asking us if she could invite someone over on babysitting night “to help me study.” Usually, the person she invited over was gone by the time we got back, but I began to suspect the study mate was Chris.

My belief was confirmed when after returning one evening from seeing a movie, I went to the bathroom and happened to notice something unusual in the basket by the sink. I bent down. It was a foil wrapper for a ribbed Trojan. Since I had had a vasectomy ten years before, I knew it was not from me. I pocketed the wrapper.
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It was 6:45am as Sabrina glanced at her wall clock on her way out the door. She was going to be late for her new temporary assignment, which is unusual for her. As she locked her apartment door she gave old lady Hendricks a wave then ran to the elevator. Smiled at the gorgeous Italian in apartment 612 as she opened her car door. As she drove through the slow moving morning traffic, she tried to think of a believable lie that would help her keep this assignment. After five years of going from one company to another she finally had the chance to become permanent. Being late on her first day wasn’t a very good impression.

By the time she parked her car it was 7:15 on her watch. She entered the building out of breath and her mind racing with worry. “Can I help you, ma’am?” the guard asked as she approached the Information Desk.

“Yes, sir. I’m looking for Jackson & Harvey.” He pointed towards the elevator and instructed her to get off on the 16th floor, “Thank you very much.”

Her heart began to beat louder and faster as she reached the 16th floor. The office wasn’t as big as she expected and unusually quiet compared to what she was use to. The lady at the front desk looked at her from the top of her glasses, “May I help you?”
“Ummm. My name is Sabrina Wilson. I was sent here by the Office Experts Agency.” She knew she was sounding extremely nervous. It matched the butterflies that filled her stomach. (more…)