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My Brutal Brothers – Part 2

Hi this is Taneesha Shah once again, this story of mine when, I was 18 year old, I was 5 feet 6 inches and my stats were 36C 28 36. This is the continuation part of my earlier story. Those who haven’t read my earlier story please read My Brutal Brothers Part-1

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Forced To Be Female Part 2

The next day I woke up to find a different uniform than I had the day before. It was the same color but alterations had been made. The back pockets were gone and the fit was very tight. Mike told me he had shorts and more pairs of panties. He handed me a packet that had prison makeup. Basically crushed bricks and ash mixed with something else (to be used as rouge and eye liner). He told me to keep most of the items in the laundry were I worked so not to lose them in a room search. He started to walk out the cell for breakfast and told me to make his bed before I left and to join him at the chow hall. I did what I was told and made the bed, put on the pants (but not the make-up). I reasoned with myself that at least I would defy him this much. Maybe I could hold on to a shred of myself.
When I got to the chow hall I didn’t look for Mike, I was scared because I knew that I had not done what he said, so I tried to avoid him. I was approached by 3 black guys and they told me to come with them, Mike is waiting. I got in line behind Mike, received my food and followed him to a table. He immediately grabbed me by the hair and asked if I had said that I would be his bitch. Just yesterday, do you remember? I told him that I remembered. He let me go and said nothing more, just ate. I ate very little. We went back to the dorm for count and he still didn’t say anything. After count we went to our job. Mike had got me a job working with him in the laundry. I was working for about an hour when he approached me and told me to go to the folding area. I did what he told me, but when I got there, 3 guys were there waiting for me. They grabbed me and pushed me down face first onto one of the tables. Mike came in and started to unbuckle my pants. I was terrified that I was going to be gang raped. Once my pants were down the guys tightened their grip and I couldn’t see what was happening. Fire leaped across my ass. Mike was whipping me with something and the pain was excruciating. He hit me again and I tried to get out of their grips, but they bore their weight on me and I couldn’t. Again I felt the pain and again and again. My eyes were filled with tears and after 10 strikes Mike stopped. When I finally stood and turned Mike was handing an extension cord to his friend. He came over to me and said that I would do as he said from now on. Next time it will be much worse. I told him that I would and that I was sorry. He told me to get dressed. I could feel blood oozing down my leg from one of the strikes. I used a towel nearby and gingerly touched it to the spot where blood was coming out. I saw that it wasn’t as bad as it felt and tried to get dressed. This was very difficult for the pants that Mike had given me were very tight and hurt when I tried to get them up. I finally did so, but the pain was immense. It was hard to walk, it was hard to sit but I managed to get through the day.
That night Mike had me wait on him constantly. He first made me change into very tight briefs that had my lower but cheeks bare, wear a long t-shirt with a belt on my waist. This gives a look of a short skirt. He had one of the queens put my makeup on me and show me how to put it on myself. He told me softly that it would get better, don’t fight it, one day I will like the fact that most of the population desire you. I told him that that day would never come. He said I have two choices, suicide or like it. What you don’t understand is how pretty you are, you never had a chance in here.
At that time the Florida Prison System allowed you to draw 25.00 a week from your account. Cash dollars. I found it crazy letting inmates have money, but that was how it was done. Mike had a lot of money and bought many things from the canteen. One of these things was coffee, but you weren’t allowed to have hot plates or anything like that in your cell. So they installed heated water dispensary in the middle of the dorm. This entailed walking through the dorm into the recreation room and filling your cups with hot water and returning to the cell. Mike made me go get the water. I had shaven legs, what amounted to a skirt on and makeup on my face. Humiliation was a tool that Mike used to distance me from the rest of the population and rely solely on him. I would walk to get the water with my eyes down, trying not to hear the remarks, people touching my legs and ass. One remark did scare me more than the others. The guy said as he was touching my ass that he would have some when Mike put me on the market. I didn’t know what he was talking about but I was too scared and humiliated to ask. I tried to think that it couldn’t possibly get worse than this.
That night Mike came to my bed and made me dance for him again, in pink panties. He rubbed my ass and told me that he was sorry he had to hit me. He rubbed lotion on my ass and said that he wouldn’t be fucking me until I healed. He lay on my bed on his stomach and told me to give him a massage. I did as I was told and when he finally had enough he put me on my knees and pulled out his cock. It was hard by this time and he made me lick and suck his balls for a long time before he had me get him off. I sucked him off and of course swallowed his cum. I was told that never to waist cum. If it ran down my cheek I was expected to use my fingers and eat it. This routine went on for 3 days. I would cry every night when I was alone and wonder if suicide was the answer.

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“My wedding day”

Hello I’m Tara, You can choose to believe it or not but, these are true events that happened back, when I was a young 19 year old naive virgin geek teenager that was attending mortuary science College with my sister

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Innocence Taken part 2

Mom walked slowly into the kitchen dragging her feet. She began pulling things from the cupboard to prepare our lunch. Her hair was still a mess and her tired low-pitch voice told me she was still hungover. Dad was still in the bedroom sleeping it off.
“So how did you guys like your new babysitter?” She mumbled.
“Same as all the rest.” Charlie said indifferently.
“I really liked him mommy. He was lots of fun.” I said this as images from the night before replayed in my mind.
“That’s great sweetie! I know Davy really likes playing with you kids.” She turned to Charlie, “Charlie, go wake your dad up and tell him it’s time to eat.”
“He’s not my dad.” Charlie stormed away.
My real dad died when I was just a baby. Doug was the man I called dad because he was the only father I’d ever known. Charlie and Stacy felt differently. They were older when my dad passed and they still have vague memories of him. This was one of the reasons I bonded so well with Davy. When Davy was a baby he contracted a severe case of bacterial meningitis which left him mentally handicapped. When his mother was told that her son would be dependent on her for the rest of his life, she abandon him and Bob. I could relate somewhat with Davy, and for that he was one of my best friends, regardless of the age difference.
The afternoon came and went, it was all a blur. I pretended to play outside, I pretended to watch tv– but my mind wasn’t in tune with those things. I couldn’t focus on anything because I couldn’t stop replaying the events from the night before. The vulnerable feeling of being blind folded while Bob’s hands touched me in places that had never been touched. The shameful feeling of guilt as I lay there letting him rob me of my innocence… and all the while enjoying it. I wondered how mad my parents would be if they found out. My mom would probably cry. My dad would probably kill Bob. Good thing I wasn’t going to tell them.
When the sun went down, I climbed into bed still thinking about it. I thought about how good Bob made me feel, how he gave me my first orgasm. I felt a puddle of warm creamy wetness settle in my panties and I began to touch myself. I closed my eyes and imagined my hands were Bob’s hands. I used the same technique that he used as I massaged my tiny little clitoris, moving my finger in a circular motion. I covered my mouth with my other hand to muffle my moans, the same way Bob did. I inserted a finger into my vagina, the pressure inside of me felt heavenly. I continued to rub myself until I finally came. Kneeling next to my bed, I prayed for forgiveness just before I fell asleep.
The next morning, as I sat at the table eating my pancakes, I began to daydream. After knowing how good it felt to have sex, I became turned on by the idea of taking someone else’s virginity. I wanted to give someone what Bob had given to me– I was obsessed with the idea. I wanted to be someone’s first. I wanted someone to be as grateful to me as I was to Bob. Then it dawned on me…
“Mom? Can I spend the night with Davy again?”
*****
“It’s time for your bath, Amelia.” Bob walked me upstairs while Davy sat in his room playing a video game. He turned the water on and set the temperature.
“I can do this myself you know.” I teased.
“Yes, I know. But I thought you might like some help.” Bob smiled.
My clothes fell to the floor as I pealed each layer off my body. I stepped into the warm bath water and began to cleanse my body.
“Stand up” Bob demanded.
I stood in the tub as water dripped slowly down my body. Bob applied some soap to his hand and then began to wash me. I began moaning in pleasure while his wet soapy hand glided back and forth between my legs. His fingers fitting snuggley inside the crease of my labia all the way back to my ass crack– back and forth, in a slow rhythmic motion. I felt my knees buckle as my pussy juices oozed all over his hand. He took his clothes off and joined me in the tub, “Would you like some company?”
“Yes please.”
He sat down in the water and picked me up, spreading my legs. I straddled him, my legs around his waist as I felt his hard cock enter me. I began riding him, up and down, in and out. His big fat cock filling my tiny pussy hole, pounding every inch inside of me. He sucked on my small breasts– the breasts of a little girl. He started kissing my neck, I started bouncing harder and faster on his throbbing dick.
“Yeah… that’s right baby. Ride that cock like a good little girl.”
“Mmm.. Yeah, I like that cock. I like that big fat juicy cock.”
I grabbed the back of his shoulders for support, moving my hips up and down, I felt like I never wanted to stop. I could stay in that bath tub and ride his beautiful cock forever. My nails began to dig into his skin, I was losing control. Bob picked me up and flipped me. He bent me over the side of the tub as he stood on his knees to enter my pussy from behind. Once again, I felt his throbbing penis penetrate my tingling vagina. He held me by the hips and fucked me hard. My poor defenseless pussy receiving every inch of his cock, it hurt so bad, but it felt so good.
“That’s my pretty little princess. You like that cock, huh? Are you my little whore?”
“Mmm yeah, I like it Bob. I like it. Fuck my pussy! I’m your dirty little whore princess!”
He forced his dick deeper inside of me. My tiny hole wasn’t able to receive it all. He pushed deeper, tearing my little pussy hole until it bled. He continued to pound me, harder… faster… in and out. I felt his cock begin to spray warm juice inside of me, filling my hole with his liquid love.
*****
It was 2a.m. now, Bob had fallen asleep in his bed. Now was my chance. I started to sneak down the stairs to Davy’s room. Davy was still awake, still playing his video game, I walked in.
“Hey Davy, how’s it goin’?”
“Were you humping my dad? I heard you.”
“Umm… yeah. Sorry about that.”
“But you’re just a little girl… you’re not a grown up.”
“I know, but I still like it… Do you like it?”
“I never humped anyone before. I just hump myself.” Davy snickered.
“Do you want to hump a girl?”
“I… umm… I do, but–”
“But?” I began sliding my hand up his thigh. I kneeled in front of him while he sat on the edge of his bed, I began rubbing the swollen member beneath his jeans. My hand gliding back and forth, the friction causing him to tremble. I reached up and unbuttoned his pants, I pulled the zipper down and was happy to see the tent in his white cotton underwear. I rubbed the tent, feeling his shaft in my hand I got so turned on. He had the mind of a child, but the dick of an 18-year-old man. I pulled his underwear off and ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft– Starting at the balls and ending at the head. I took his nice plump cock head into my mouth and began to suck it, closing my eyes and pretending it was a lollipop. My hand wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down while my mouth simultaneously sucked his man candy. I tasted a little pre-cum oozing from the tip, warm and salty, it tasted so good, I had to swallow it. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter, I used my other hand to touch myself. My left hand inside my panties, massaging my little clit while my right hand held a nice thick cock. I moved my mouth down his shaft and started to suck his balls, rotating my hand around the head of his cock.
“Do you like that Davy?”
“Yes. Keep going.” his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. I traced a ring around the tip of his cock with my tongue before taking it into my mouth again. I didn’t want to close my eyes anymore, I didn’t want to pretend I was sucking a lollipop. It was a nice, juicy dick and it tasted better than any lollipop I’d ever had. I opened my eyes and looked up at Davy, still sucking. Davy was staring down at me, watching my mouth bob up and down on his cock.
I stood up and removed my shirt, “Do you want to touch me?” Davy reached up and caressed my tiny breast mounds. I held the back of his head and moved in close, bringing his mouth to my nipple. He began flicking one of my nipples with his tongue and he used his hand to tweak the other. I pulled my shorts off and propped one leg on the bed, inviting him to lick my pussy. He fell to the floor on his knees and his mouth began to make love to my clit. I moaned softly as he french kissed the hell out of my pussy. “Do you like the taste?”
“Yes Amelia, you taste lovely.”
He continued licking, his mouth was drooling and he was becoming more eager. He sucked on my clit while panting like a dog. My nipples got harder, my clit became more sensitive and my legs began to twitch. I couldn’t help but to cry out in pleasure as my pussy released my warm creamy cum all over his face. I pulled his head away, “You can sit on the bed now.”
He got up off his knees and sat on the edge of the bed again. I climbed up on his lap, putting one leg on each side of him and lowering my wet pussy onto his hard cock. I grabbed his hands and placed them both on my ass cheeks, he held them tight, assisting each thrust with the pull of his hands. I whispered with pleasure, “Do you like how my pussy feels?”
“Mmm yes Amelia, it feels much better than when I use my hand.”
I worked my pussy up and down his huge dick, his hands squeezing my ass the entire time. I was so proud of my tight little pussy, I knew that it felt better than a grown woman’s pussy, it was so snug around a man’s cock and the thought made me feel so sexy. I began to fuck him harder, I wrapped my arms around his neck and I locked my feet together behind his back. Just then, he lifted himself off the bed with my body still attached to him. He walked across the room and pressed my back up against the wall, thrusting his cock even deeper inside of me. I was so glad that his mental disabilities didn’t effect his physical capabilities. He was much stronger than I ever imagined. He rammed my pussy with his meat stick over and over again. My body began to twitch again and I started screaming with sexual delight. My pussy moistened his cock until I felt him squirt inside me. A moment later, the bedroom door flew open, “What the hell is going on?” Bob sounded angry.
“Um.. dad… we were just..”
“I know what you were doing! Put her down!”
Davy lowered me onto the floor and took a step back, putting his hands in the air like a criminal who’d just been caught in the act. “I’m sorry daddy!”
“I’ll deal with you later. Amelia, get your ass up stairs, it’s time I teach you a lesson!”
Bob grabbed me by the wrist, his grip was tight, “Davy, go to sleep!” he screamed as he dragged me out of the room and up the stairs.
When we reached the bedroom, he locked the door. He raised his hand and before I knew what was happening, he smacked my face so hard my had jerked to the side. “WHORE!”
“I’m sorry Bob! Please don’t hurt me!”
“Shut the hell up! Whores aren’t allowed to speak!”
Just then, he grabbed a tube sock from his dresser drawer and tied it around my head covering my eyes. “If you want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one!”
He grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back, using his other hand to pinch my nose. “Now open wide you dirty little whore.”
I opened my mouth and he shoved his fat cock down my throat gagging me. “Suck on it! Suck that cock like a little whore!”
He continued to thrust into my throat, fucking my mouth like a wild beast. He pulled out just long enough for me to gasp in a breath of air. He shoved it back in, pulled my hair, pinching my nose and fucking my mouth. “Yeah, that’s right. Open wide and let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours,” he grunted, going deeper into my throat. I could feel his balls banging against my chin while I slobbered all over his moan-maker. I started to gag.
“Oh what’s wrong? The little whore can’t eat a big boy’s cock? You want me to stop? Well too fuckin’ bad you little bitch!”
His dick raped my mouth at an alarming speed, in and out, faster and faster. Just then, he pulled it out, I gasped another breath of air as I felt a warm rain on my face.
“Yeah, I’m gonna cum all over your dirty little face you little bitch. This is how we treat whores!”
He blew his load on my face and then used his hand to rub it in. My face was wet and sticky, I wanted to wash it off but there would be no washing… not anytime soon.
Still blind folded, I heard him pull another tube sock from his drawer. He wrapped this one around my mouth and tied it in the back. He grabbed me by the arms and threw me onto the bed, face down. He pulled more socks from his drawer, tying each of my hands to the bed post with my face down in the pillow. I could barely breath just enough air into my nostrils, the only part of my face that wasn’t bound. I heard him grab something clangy. Just then, I felt the sting on my back side. It was a belt.
“How do you like that you naughty little girl?”
I tried to scream but the sock gag prevented it. He struck me again and again. I could feel a small open wound on my ass, I think it was bleeding a little. When he finally stopped, I heard him put the belt down and climb onto the bed. He was sitting between my legs and I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks.
“Look at that pretty little asshole.” He inserted a finger and began to penetrate, in and out. Despite the pain of the beating I’d just taken, my pussy got a little wet.
“Mmm tight, just like your pussy. And it looks good enough to eat.”
He took his finger out and lowered his head, burying his face in the crack of my ass. His tongue began to massage my pussy from behind, the tip of his nose pressing against my asshole. It felt so good I could feel my pussy begin to throb. He moved his tongue back and began licking my asshole. “Mmm..”
The tip of his tongue circling around and around, he inserted a finger into my pussy and I laid there enjoying the sensation of his tongue eating my ass while his finger banged my pussy.
He lifted his face and spread my ass cheeks even further, spitting on my hole. He lifted his body and I felt his penis begin to press on the outside of my ass.
“I must warn you, this is going to hurt.”
He forced his cock into my tiny asshole as I balled my fists and tried to scream, it felt like he was ripping me in half.
“I’m going to make this pretty little virgin asshole mine!”
He began fucking me with no mercy, shoving his fat cock deeper and deeper inside my asshole. He tucked one hand underneath my body and began to massage my clit while still fucking me in the ass. It started to feel good… a painful pleasure.
“You like that, princess? You like it when I fuck your little asshole?”
“Mmmm!”
“Yeah, don’t you wish you could scream? Too bad you can’t make a sound. Whores deserve to be silenced.”
“Mmmm….”
He reached up and grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head back while riding my ass.
His thrusts became deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. His big fat cock invaded my asshole over and over again, pushing in and out.
“Oh yeah… yeah, I’m gonna blow my load in your little virgin asshole! Yeah… I’m gonna make your ass mine! You like that, don’t you little whore? Yeah… You like that cock tearing up your virgin asshole!”
“Mmmm!” my fists were clenched, my toes were curled. As much as it hurt, I didn’t want him to stop.
“Take it you little bitch! Take that cock!”
He gave one last thrust, holding his throbbing cock inside of me while he filled me up.
He opened the bedroom door and yelled, “DAVY! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!”
Davy stomped up the stairs, I was still tied to the bed, still gagged, still blind folded.
“Dad, what are you doing to her?”
“Not what I’m doing– what WE’RE doing. Take your pants off.”
“But daddy, I don’t want to hurt Amelia!”
“TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF DAMN IT! EITHER THAT, OR I HURT YOU!”
I heard Davy’s pants unzip. I heard their foot steps approaching near the bed. Bob untied my hands but kept me gagged and blind folded.
“We’re going to stuff this bitch. Lay down on the bed Davy.”
Davy laid next to me. Bob dragged me over onto Davy, my back resting on Davy’s chest, I felt Davy’s cock brush the outside of my ass. Bob retied my hands to the bed posts. He spread my legs and then my ass cheeks. “It’s time for you to fuck her asshole Davy. You like my sloppy seconds, right?”
“But daddy, I–”
“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING RETARD, DO WHAT THE FUCK I SAY!”
I felt Davy’s cock enter my sore asshole. Just then, I could feel Bob kneeling in front of me, he put his dick in my pussy.
He spoke to Davy, “Now reach around and grab her titties. I’m gonna show you how to fuck a dirty whore.”
Bob propped my legs up, using his arms to grip them as he started pounding me. His dick was soft at first, he could barely keep it inside of me. Slowly it began to grow, I could feel it getting bigger and I wanted to scream in pleasure. Within seconds, my pussy came all over his cock.
“Mmmm!”
“What’s that? Are you a grateful little whore? Do you have something to say?”
He pulled the sock down from my mouth, “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” I screamed. If this was my punishment then I was more than happy to accept it. Two big cocks filling both of my holes while Davy’s hands caressed my nipples and Bob began to massage my clit.
“OH YEAH! OH YEAH! FUCK ME! I’M A BAD GIRL! I’M A BAD BAD GIRL, FUCK ME BABY!”
Two cocks pounding me, in and out, hard and deep, faster and faster both of them soaked with my pussy juice.
“YEAH… YEAH… FUCK ME HARD! I’M A DIRTY LITTLE WHORE! PUNISH ME! TEACH ME A LESSON! STUFF MY PUSSY! STUFF MY ASS! OH YEAH YEAH YEAH….”
“That’s enough. Time for the whore to shut the fuck up.” Bob bunched up the tube sock and stuffed it in my mouth.
“Mmm! Mmmm!” I bit down on it hard, trying to prevent grinding my teethe while my holes were being fucked without mercy. Pulling his dick out of me, Bob began to lick my pussy while Davy still fucked my asshole. He licked and licked, around and around, putting his fingers in my pussy. I came again, all over his face this time. “Mmm!”
He put his hard cock back inside of me and continued fucking, harder, faster… He pulled it out and came all over my stomach while Davy’s cock erupted in my asshole.
*****
When morning came, Bob drove me home. He didn’t walk me to the door, he just pulled into the drive way and let me out. I thought it was strange at first, and then I wondered if maybe he was afraid to face my dad. Afraid because I had been walking funny all morning and maybe he knew my dad would catch on. I walked
into the house and dropped my bag on the floor.
“Hey sweetie! Did you have fun with Davy?” my dad was sitting on the sofa watching a ball game.
“Yeah I did…”
“That’s great! Have you eaten yet?”
“No, not yet daddy.” My voice was horse from all the screaming I’d done the night before.
“Are you okay honey?”
“Yeah I’m fine,” I walked to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal.
“Are you sure? Why are you walking like that? You look like you’re in pain…”
“Me and Davy were playing outside. I was climbing a tree and fell out.” I lied.
“Oh god…”
“It’s okay daddy, I’m fine. Just a little sore.”
“Well if you say so…”
“Hey, where’s mom?”
“Oh, she left about an hour ago. She took Charlie and Stacy to Manchester to visit grandma. It’s been a while you know… grandma’s been getting lonely.”
“I wanted to go!” I whined.
“I know Amelia, but the trip wasn’t planned. I didn’t know they were leaving until this morning and I didn’t want to interrupt your play time with Davy.”
“Well I’m home now! Lets go daddy, we can meet them there.”
“Sweetie, it’s a two hour drive. Maybe we can go next weekend.”
I sighed dramatically, “Well I’m going to my room to take a nap.”
I waddled upstairs to my room and shut the door.
“Amelia! You left your bag on the floor!”
“I’ll pick it up later!”
“No! You’ll get your butt down here and pick it up now!”
“I’m tired! Pick it up yourself!”
I began disrobing myself when my dad stormed into my room, prepared to yell at me. He paused for a moment and then let out a gasp.
“Amelia! What in the world happened to you?”
Oops… I just remembered the welt marks that Bob left on my bottom.
“DID BOB DO THIS?!”
“Daddy! Let me explain, please don’t be mad…”
“DID HE HURT YOU? WHAT DID HE DO?! TELL ME NOW AMELIA! DID HE RAPE YOU?!”
“Daddy please! Stop yelling!”
“I’m gonna kill him…” I’d never heard my dad sound so serious.
He ran across the hall into his bedroom and grabbed the first thing he could find– a baseball bat.
“Stay here Amelia! I’ll be back later.”
“DADDY STOP! JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR A MINUTE!”
“Amelia, this is none of your concern. This is between me and Bob. You just calm down and stay here.” He started to put on his socks and shoes.
“DADDY PLEASE DON’T HURT HIM!! I DESERVED THIS!!”
My dad’s voice began to break, “Honey, you didn’t do anything, this isn’t your fault. Why would you think you deserved it?”
“BECAUSE!…. Because… I liked it daddy.” I felt ashamed to say the words. My dad had always thought of me as his little angel. Now I feared that his perception of me would change, he would no longer love me. He would be disgusted by my filthy mind.
“You… you liked it?” he sounded skeptical.
“Yes! Yes daddy… I enjoyed it. Please don’t hurt him.”
“Amelia, I can’t believe this…”
“I’m sorry daddy. Please don’t be mad at me. I hope you still love me.”
He sat next to me on the bed, “Oh honey, of course I still love you.”
His hand gently brushed my cheek as he lifted my chin, pulling me in to kiss me. But it wasn’t the kisses I was used to getting. It wasn’t the kind of kisses that a father normally gives his daughter. He used his tongue to massage mine, kissing me passionately.
I have to admit, I always thought of Doug–my dad– as a handsome man. He was tall, dark eyes and dark hair with a clean cut goatee. But I never thought of him sexually… up until now anyway. He took his clothes off and laid my already-naked body on the bed. He was much different from Bob, he was much more gentle. He continued kissing my mouth passionately and then he began to kiss my earlobe. Whispering softly, “I love you so much, Amelia.” I spread my legs slightly and his gentle hand caressed the outside of my thigh, slowly lifting my leg around his body. The tip of his penis glided into me, penetrating softly. I sighed with pleasure, “I love you too daddy.” I could feel him breathing in my ear as he gently pushed deeper into me. It felt so romantic, so breath taking. He began kissing my neck, his body was so close I could feel his chest rubbing up and down my hard nipples. I moaned and it seemed to have a positive effect on him. “That’s my beautiful little girl. Daddy loves you princess.” He started to lose control, pushing deeper and deeper into my pussy. “Does my pussy feel good daddy?”
“Yes, baby. It feels wonderful” he groaned.
“Better than mommy’s?”
“Much better baby, much better.”
My dad’s cock was huge– bigger than Davy’s and bigger than Bob’s. I laid there taking in every inch of it, wishing it could last forever. I wondered if my father would sneak into my room and make love to me every night.
He lifted me up without pulling his penis out of my tight hole. He positioned himself seated upright on the bed with me on top of him. I began to ride his cock, gently at first. He ran his fingers through my long hair, softly pulling my face toward his to kiss me again. I was so aroused by his tender demeanor, I felt so close to him. My body began to tremble as I felt that familiar wave of pleasure hit every nerve ending. I bounced harder and faster on my daddy’s big juicy dick. I felt so dirty and so loved at the same time. He pulled me in closer, his cock pounding so deep inside of me. My soft, wet pussy began to spasm at the same time my dad’s throbbing member began to squirt. We came simultaneously, it was so perfect.
As we both lay there, naked and sweaty, I felt my eyelids get heavy. I was so tired. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard myself whisper, “Daddy, isn’t mommy going to be mad?”
My dad kissed my forehead, “She never has to know.”

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The Stand

The Stand
I bought a German Sheppard two years ago. A friend had some puppies and offered to sell me one. I had always wanted a dog, never had one and decided why not? He was a great pet. We would go for walks and he would keep me company on nights when I didn’t have my kids staying over. Plus my kids loved him. He listened well and never gave me a hard time. Maybe some unwanted face licking, usually in the morning when he wanted out and I was still asleep. He seemed to know that would immediately wake me up. My children named him George. I know not why. But it actually seemed to fit him.
Living alone and not always having a steady girlfriend (they all hated being second in line behind my kids), I had a habit of finding ways to keep myself entertained. My toy collection grew over the years since my divorce. It wasn’t intentional, it just sort of happened. I’d see a toy online, think it looked cool and buy it. When I received it I’d play with it for a few days or weeks and then put it in my collection. Rarely to be used ever again.
I read about self bondage on the internet and I quickly became a fan. I felt some weird need to try it. Once I tried it I fell in love. The helplessness. The frustration. The horniness that inevitably became part of every scenario I tried. It was all good. I learned quickly that being tied, cuffed or restricted meant I had to keep the bedroom door closed. My dog was a nosy kind of guy and nothing would ruin a good scenario for me than having him try to bound into the room looking to play when all I wanted to do was try to get out of my self inflicted bondage or bask in the glow of being restrained.
About six months ago I saw plans for a locking stand on the internet. I knew as I read about it and saw the pictures that I would have to build one myself. To me it was simple and ingenious. You would be restricted, yet have a possible way to cum while in bondage.
After failing to do anything about building it for about 5 months, I finally constructed my small stand on a piece of plywood approximately 3’ by 5’ to which I could lock myself on. The base was to prevent me from tipping over. I could attach myself in a kneeling position and still rest my torso lengthwise on the two foot high stand. My arms would be locked underneath me with my elbows resting on two small foam pads. My legs would be attached to the backside of the stand with my knees also on two small foam pads. In this position my knees would actually be outside of my elbows. On the back of the stand my penis would be pointed straight down against the back. I attached some leather to the back so that I could grind myself against the stand in hope of achieving orgasm while locked.
My wrists and ankles would be cuffed to the base. Leather straps were attached to hold my knees and elbows down. The knees could be locked down fairly easily. Elbows would come next, with the first elbow easily strapped down. The second elbow would be tricky. My solution was to use a one way ratcheting device which I bought at my local Home Depot. With it I could slide my elbow into the loop and use my teeth to tighten it. At that point closing the handcuffs around the post underneath me would complete the self bondage. My release was an ice timer. Attached to the ceiling would be a ring and a sock full of ice which also held the keys to the handcuffs. When the ice melted the sock would fall through the ring and drop the key right in front of me. I could then unlock my cuffs, undo the strap holding my first elbow in place and proceed to reverse the ratcheting device and free myself.
I was going to do this bondage on a Saturday on my off weekend. I tested it without actually locking my wrists to see how it felt being locked into that position and for that length of time. It was wonderful. I got aroused being in that position knowing that I would soon be locked in that position. My hard on was kept pointed straight down and I rubbed it against the stand as much as possible in an attempt to cum. Although I could get close, I couldn’t get myself over the edge. With my movements restricted to almost zero I knew this devious contraption would frustrate me beyond belief. I could hardly wait to actually lock myself in and go through with this. Afterwards I did some tinkering for comfort. I added some more foam padding for my knees and elbows. If I was going to be locked in this thing for a few hours, I needed to make sure I wouldn’t get sore on the pressure points. And though I could rest my chest and stomach on the small stand, my knees and elbows still bore some of the weight. I also added a strap around the middle which would help keep me even more immobile, if that was even possible.
I tested it 3 more times each time not fully locking myself in. I would cuff my feet, strap down my legs and put my arms in the straps. I would simply not cuff my hands so I was able to end the practice session anytime I wanted. All three of those times I had George right outside the door wanting to get in but unable. All three of those times I could get myself close to cumming, but never over the top. Each time when I could not withstand the frustration I would undo myself from the stand and get myself off immediately.
I decided that Saturday would be the day. I pulled the pieces out of my garage (with kids around I could not leave it in the bedroom) on Friday night. I put the device together and just stared at it once again. I could almost hear it calling my name. I spent a restless night sleeping knowing that I had no responsibilities the following day. I would do my chores in the morning and once completed I was going to lock myself to that stand.
I did my shopping and did some laundry. I laughed at myself for almost running through the store grabbing food as quickly as I could. It wasn’t as if the stand would disintegrate. And I had all day to do a self bondage session. But still I did not want to waste any time. I should have just done the shopping the next day. Oh well. Always a creature of habit.
Once my food was put away, George was fed and my laundry folded I was ready.
I stripped naked and went down to the kitchen to grab my ice. I put the ice into a sock and set up the timer so it would fall right in front of me. I figured with the amount of ice I used I had at least two hours before the key would fall. I was fully erect while setting this up. My excitement was off the scale.
I was interrupted by George, who came into the room to join me. I quickly shooed him out and closed the door. I even locked it. With his lack of an opposable thumb I was not sure why locking it made me feel any safer. I could hear him lay down outside the door. I checked the ice timer one more time. It was set up perfectly. I knelt down and started in. I strapped my knees to the base, locked the ankle cuffs on. I added a ball gag for good measure. It always increased my feeling of helplessness. And I loved the fact that drool would eventually work its way out and down my face. I tightened the body strap around my middle. I slipped my arms through the loops in the straps. I tightened down my right arm and put my left arm into the special strap with the ratcheting device. I pulled it tight with my teeth. I was now ready for the cuffs to officially lock me into the stand for the next few hours. I clicked one cuff closed and using the stand for leverage I pushed the other cuff closed. I felt an extreme rush. I always got that same rush whenever I closed up the final cuff. I was now trapped. No escape until the ice melted and my key dropped. I reveled in the helpless feeling. I ground my cock against the leather. I was hoping for some relief, but at the same time I almost didn’t want to cum. Knowing me if I came I would lose all my horniness and desperately want out of this predicament. Yet I continued to try to grind away with my cock. There was a little friction, but there wasn’t enough. All I succeeded in doing was increase my frustration. I decided that the next time I tried this I would attach my magic wand in some way to make me cum early and often. Maybe not often, but definitely early.
My thoughts were interrupted by George. He suddenly decided that he would start whining and clawing at the door. Perhaps my moans caused his reaction. I’ll never know. I told him to stop. Well, I made some noise. I could not form words around the ball gag. He did stop for a few minutes and then started up again. I made some angry muffled noise, but this time he ignored me. I heard him push against the door and I also heard the door give way and swing open. I was facing away from the door, but in came George. Damn. I knew I had closed and locked the door. The damn thing was obviously not closed completely. The bolt must not have fully engaged. Regardless here was George walking around me, checking me out. I muttered angrily, but he sensed that I could not make him leave. He put his face right up in front of mine and licked. I could not get away from him or his tongue. He licked some more and I had to endure it. He tired of that and walked around me. My long awaited self bondage scenario was quickly ruined. He sniffed at me and circled me. His curiosity was beginning to annoy me. He came around and licked my face again. I muttered “Get out.” But even I would have had no idea what I said had I been on the listening end. The voice inflections were there. The articulation was not.
He walked around me and he went behind me. I felt his wet snout touch me on my side. And then I felt him near my ass. It suddenly occurred to me how vulnerable I was. I was locked to this stand for about two more hours. My ass was perfectly positioned and completely exposed. However, George was a virgin. He had no knowledge of sex. So I wasn’t too concerned. And then it happened. He gave me a long lick right above the underside of my balls and over my exposed ass. I stopped struggling against my bonds. My concentration moved to George doing what he wanted and me being unable to do anything about it.
He sniffed some more and licked me again. I had forgotten about my cock for a minute. Now I became very aware of how hard it had again become. The sensation of being licked in that place and the knowledge of my complete inability to get away from it wreaked havoc in my mind. It was pleasurable. It was also bizarre.
Before I had a chance to think about this any more George decided to start a continuous lick. His tongue was on my ass. It was on my balls. He even licked my cock as it pointed downward. It felt really fucking good. I tried to grind my cock against the leather but could not move it very much. George’s licking was phenomenal. When he licked the underside of my cock head I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It threw a wave of pleasure through my body that I had never experienced before. I groaned loudly and it seemed to encourage him to concentrate on that spot. He was relentless in his tongue assault on my cock. The more I moaned the more he licked that spot. And wouldn’t you know, within a minute I felt that familiar feeling in my cock and in my balls. This damn dog was going to make me cum. He was going to make me cum! When I realized he was in complete control of my orgasm I knew I had reached the point of no return. As my cock built towards an orgasm I found that it was a feeling I had never felt before. Instead of top of my cock head getting all the friction and that bringing me off, it was the underside of my cock head, from the tip to my circumcision scar that was bringing on this orgasm. Not only was I feeling it in my balls it was my whole body that felt like it was coming. I shook on the stand grinding my cock against the leather. I pushed forward so I could get the base of my cock to feel more pressure against the back of the stand. I felt a warm rush and it hit me. I was cumming. Hard! I was squirting straight down the end of the stand. I moaned louder than I have ever moaned before. It was incredible! I was shaking and pulling at my bonds. The bonds held tight. However, my loud moans startled George and he suddenly stopped licking. The sudden lack of his tongue sent me into a frenzy. I mumbled for him to keep going.
Whether he was listening to me or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that he went back to his licking. He was lapping up my cum from the base where it had puddled and back up to my cock. I continued moaning and pulling at my bonds to no avail. Within 30 seconds I reached the point all guys reach where the cock is too sensitive to want any more pleasure. We were now working at cross purposes. Poor George wanted nothing more than to get the entire drink I was providing him. I wanted nothing more than to have my cock left alone. I was quickly reminded that I had no control in this situation. George kept licking. My only possible reaction was to pull at my bonds and moan. I also begged him to stop. It had no impact on him. My only job here was to go along for the ride. I was at his mercy. I continued to struggle to get away from George while he continued to lick. I wondered if this was going to drive me insane.
Finally, since I had stopped squirting any more cum his drink was gone and he mercifully stopped his assault on my cock. I was sweating and still moaning. Only now I moaned for the relief he had granted me. The relief that his assault stopped. I noticed that my hair was wet and my body covered in sweat. I was dribbling around my ball gag. I was still locked tight to my beloved stand. I had no way to get out until those keys dropped. I tried to look up, but I could not lift my head high enough to see what progress the melting ice had made. I knew it was melting though because there was a small wet puddle in front of me.
George came around to my front and started licking my face once again. As disgusting as it was to have him lick my face, I was not repulsed now. Hell, he got me off so fucking much harder than I could have done. Harder than I have ever cum inside a woman. Now his licking made me laugh. His tongue darted around my mouth and the gag cleaning up the spilled drool. It made me feel quite submissive as it was something he wanted to do and I did not do anything to deny him, bound as I was. It was then that I noticed his cock was poking out of his sheath. His lipstick was showing. Not only was it showing it was poking way out and hard as a rock. I felt bad for him. I thought if I could have helped him with his “problem” I would have. No doubt at that moment.
However, he knew for what he was searching. In no time he went around behind me and jumped right up on my back. I am not sure why that thought had not occurred to me previously. It was probably due to knowing he had never had sex before. I didn’t think he would know how. But when he mounted me I became keenly aware of exactly what he wanted. He wanted to cum himself and it was me he wanted to mate. I tried to verbally assert myself. I yelled through my gag for him to get down. He was not going to have any of that. I was helpless to stop him and I am sure he knew it. I felt his claws dig into my sides. His claws were digging hard into my sides. That hurt, but felt good at the same time. The strength I felt from him was powerful. He had a death grip on me. My ass was exposed and I could feel him poking away at me. He missed at least 10 times. He poked my butt cheeks and poked my crack, but nothing too close to going in. I struggled against the bonds and even tried to look up to see the progress of the melting ice. I figured I had only been bound to my stand for maybe a half an hour. I had a long time left at George’s mercy.
I felt some fluid on my crack. I must have been his precum that was leaking down. He tried to thrust his cock into me only to have it slide up my crack towards my back. This went on for a minute until he jumped down. Obviously frustrated I thought he might give up. He circled me twice as if looking for another way to mount me. I meekly mumbled and asked him to go away. I no longer had any influence on him. He was horny. I was restrained. I was his toy. And as I found out, he was going to use his toy to mate and cum.
He again jumped up on my back, grabbed my waist and began thrusting into my ass. It had been lubricated with his juices and he slipped along my crack with his big cock. Then he found a good angle for him and I felt his cock right at my hole. It seemed to surprise him as much as me, because he didn’t shove it in. He just froze right there. I was thinking he was going to give me the fucking of a lifetime. But he just held his cock right at my entrance. He held that cock for maybe five seconds. Then he shoved forward. Hard. I think he got it all the way in in one fell swoop. I am not sure because the pain was immense and I was literally seeing white. He didn’t care. He was inside my ass. Without giving me any time to adjust he began this wild thrusting. It was powerful and it was fast. He was fucking faster than I could have thought possible. Seemingly three full strokes a second.
I would like to tell you I grew to enjoy it, that it felt sensational. The truth is it continued to hurt like hell. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart. It didn’t matter to George. I was just a bitch at that point and in his mind. The lubrication got better as I think he was still shooting precum which helped line the walls of my ass. The pain wasn’t so much as close to tearing, but being stretched much more than an ass was supposed to be stretched. I was full of his cock. And I knew from reading stories about this he was also growing thicker. At least that is what it felt like. Fortunately for me, he slowed after just a few minutes. His cock was definitely thicker, but he did not knot me. I could feel him try to push his knot in, but he never succeeded. What did feel strangely good was when I felt him cum. He stopped completely and I could feel my insides get filled with a hot liquid. I could feel it very distinctly. Though I was not at all horny at this point I felt a tremendous mind fuck. Hell, I had now been fucked by a dog! Hell, I had now been raped by a dog! At least he was kind enough to make me cum before he raped me. Somehow that made it better in my mind. It is funny how your mind can rationalize things sometimes.
He continued to cum in me for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure my insides had much room left for his cum. Despite the size of the cock some of his cum pushed its way out of my ass and down my legs. Even my cock and balls were soaked with his cum. Several minutes after that I could feel him begin to get restless. He was like a typical guy. Once he cums he is done and wants to get away. He started squirming on my back and managed to turn himself around. He was now pointed away from me. His paws back on the floor. He tried pulling away, but he was still firmly entrenched in my ass. I suddenly feared that neither his cock nor my ass would give. Instead what if he managed to pull me and the stand and the base across the room? My keys were set to fall in a certain place right in front of me and within reach of my hands. What if he was strong enough to move the whole contraption? I would be stuck until someone missed me and came over to check on me. What if it were my kids? My head filled up with these thoughts. But George stopped pulling. He seemed to know he was not ready to plop out of me. So he waited patiently occasionally testing the bond between us. After a few minutes he pulled one last time and he did indeed plop out. Plop is the only word that adequately describes that moment. I heard him go into the hall and lay down. I could hear him licking at himself. I am sure he was cleaning his cock. Despite all the stories I have ever read on K9 sex, George did not clean me at all. No licking up the mess he made of my ass. Nothing. Fucker.
So I laid there and waited for my keys. I guessed I still had an hour or so to go. But I really couldn’t be sure. I had no clock to look at. I knew I was a fucking mess. Mentally fulfilled, physically in some pain. But in no distress. I felt a fucking smile on my face, like I was the kinkiest person on the planet. Yet this ordeal was not what I wanted. It was what George wanted. Plain and simple. I had been his bitch and I didn’t feel too weird about it. Although weird enough that I have never told anyone until now. But I have the anonymity of the internet to protect me. So I guess I still haven’t told anyone about it.
My pain in my ass gradually subsided to the point where I still felt stretched but empty. As my mind recalled the fucking George had giving me I became aware that my cock was again getting hard. I have almost always been a one and done kind of guy, so this was surprising to say the least. I found myself grinding again at the leather on the back of the stand. I needed to cum again despite having just been taken by my dog. I ground away but only succeeded in frustrating myself. I was hard but I could not cum. Knowing that it was not going to happen and I still had some time before I could unlock myself, I called for George as best I could. Sure, I could have waited and let the frustration build until the keys dropped. I again made a choice. George came walking into the room. I tried to encourage him to lick my poor cock. I am sure he had no clue what I was telling him to do. But he had his own ideas.
He went behind me and again jumped up onto my back. He was going to fuck me again. I heard a noise in front of me and recognized the sound of my keys falling in front of me. I grabbed them easily and started to move the keys around so that I could unlock myself. However, George started grinding his huge cock against my ass. I stopped trying to unlock myself and instead concentrated on relaxing for what I hoped was going to come. He found his mark easily this time and drove himself right into me. He grabbed my sides and basically locked himself onto me. My sides were still very tender from his first fucking. They hurt even more this time. However, my ass didn’t seem to mind his intrusion. He felt powerful and began his second assault on my poor ass. There was some pain, but it did not last. It turned into pressure and I could deal with that. He fucked me furiously and my mind fuck was back and living in my brain. I realized that I was thinking for him to fuck me. Harder. Faster. I wanted him to mate me. It was so fucking naughty. My cock was hard and I was trying to push back on him. He fucked me for what seemed like a long time. I remember thinking that he was again like a typical guy. It was taking him much longer the second go round. He rested his body on top of mine while still fucking me at incredible speeds. He was drooling on my back and it was running down my shoulder and down the side of my face mingling with my own drool. I could feel his cock growing thicker and I could feel his knot right at my ass. But it was just too big to push into me. I felt like I had to pee and realized later that it was the friction he was causing by rubbing against my prostate. I ground as much as I could trying to cum. I wanted to cum with him. I desperately wanted to cum with him. I failed, but it didn’t bother me. Having George fuck me and use me was all the pleasure I really needed. He slowed down again and I could feel his cum shooting into me. It was a great head rush. He was cumming in me and it felt wonderful. I felt full and I did not want it to end. George relaxed and put his full weight on me. My precious stand was now bearing all our weight. George’s cock was buried inside me and was not going anywhere for the moment. I hoped he would just take all the time he needed.
After about 20 minutes he moved off me and plopped out of my ass. He retreated to clean himself again. I stayed on my stand for another 10 minutes or so. I felt weak. I felt used. I felt great. And I knew this was not going to be the last time this happened. I used my keys to unlock the handcuffs. I loosened my right strap, withdrew my arm and then reversed my ratcheting device and removed my other arm. I undid the strap holding my body to the stand. I slowly maneuvered my fingers to loosen the ball gag strap so I could pull it out of my mouth. It took all my remaining strength to push my self up to a kneeling position so that I could undo my legs straps and cuffs. Once done I crawled over to George and sat down next to him. I grabbed a nearby rag and put it under me as my ass was leaking his cum. I rubbed his head and began rubbing my straining cock. As hoped George quit cleaning himself and started licking the head of my cock. Despite already having cum the sensation was too good to not cum again in a matter of a minute. And as I shot George eagerly licked at the head to get as much of my cum as he could. My orgasm was explosive. He kept licking the head of my cock until it no longer felt good. But I let him continue to lick. I was exhausted and I had this submissive need to let him do whatever he wanted. It was as if he owned my cock and if he wanted to lick then so be it. It did not matter if it felt good or it did not. It was his decision.
When he was done and was showing no more interest in me he laid his head down and quickly drifted off to sleep. I managed to get to my feet wobbly as they were and head toward the bathroom. I sat down on the throne. I was going to take a shower, but felt too weak to take one. Instead I managed to get into my bed (with a towel under me) and took probably all of 15 seconds to fall asleep myself.
It was three hours since I first locked myself onto my stand. It was the most memorable three hours of my life.

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This all started when I came home early one day and walked in the house thru the garage people door. As I burst in, the wife screamed! She said: “Oh my god, you scared the hell out of me!” She held her chest and gasp for breath as we laughed. She had just taken a shower and had only a towel around her and a towel around her long hair. She had just come into the kitchen for something.
She looked so hot and sexy, she smelled so good, with that fresh shower. I got a evil idea.
My wife has a hot figure, shapely legs and good sized tits. She’s slim and so hot looking with just that towel. I said:
“Well, did we forget to lock the door.? That’s to bad lady. I’ve been watching you for weeks, peaking thru your windows, following you shopping and now I find you alone and half naked.”
She looked at me and froze. She still was holding her hand to her chest from the scare. She slowly backed up against the refrigerator, clutching her towel. I slowly walked towards her. She began to breathe hard. I said: “Let’s just see what’s under that towel, lady.” She looked at me with panic in her eyes. She said:
“You get the hell out of her mister!”
“Now is that anyway to treat an admirer lady?”
“Don’t even think about trying anything, you creep!”
“Shhhhhh, don’t you yell out, I can’t wait to put my hands all over you?” She shivered, and gasped.
“My husband will be home any minute now, he‘ll kill you!”
“No he won’t, I know your husband, and I put something in his coffee at work. He’ll sleep in his car for the next 8 hours.” She looked at my hand rubbing my boner, her eyes wide open with panic.
I walked quietly closer to her. She had that ‘scared shitless’ look on her face. I got next to her face and started kissing her neck . I whispered: “You smell good enough to eat.” and I slowly licked around her ear.
.she mumbled ‘please don’t do that.’ Then she said:
“Oh god, stop that, that gives me goose bumps, you slime!”
“I see you have a couple of nice bumps under that towel, don’t you?”
“They’re for my husband, not you, you creepy bastard!” I now whispered in her ear. “He’s not here, and your nice tits need attention.” I slowly reached out and turned her around. I put my hands around her and felt those nice big tits, as I breathed on the back her neck. I lifted her towel in the back and pushed my boner against her ass. She was really breathing hard now, her hands were trembling.
“You wouldn’t dare do anything to me! It’s not my fault I make you crazy with desire for me. Don’t even think about taking my towel off, and feeling my bare breasts.”
“Too late lady, now drop that towel, right now.”
“NO!, I’m not going to help you molest me.”
I slowly reached around her and un-tucked her towel at her cleavage. I let it slowly descend down her body giving her hot chills, and tossed it aside. I watch the goose bumps crawl up her neck. I pulled the towel off her long hair, and tossed that aside. I pushed her up against the refrig., and pushed my hardon
against her ass tight. I felt those wonderful tits as she leaned her head back on me. “Oh god, don’t do that, mister, your making me all horny, and I hate that! My husband will kill you for touching his property.”
I said: “Give me your hand lady.” I put her hand on my warm boner. Her hand was shaking as she felt it. Then she jerked it away. She muttered: “your disgusting”.
“Let’s take a little walk to your bedroom, little miss married bitch teaser,” as I move my hand to her pussy.
“I didn’t tease you, your just a dirty man
.Oh
god.. 
.please don’t touch my vagina like that,” She said.
I grabbed her wet hair and walked her to the bedroom, holding her firm from behind. She tried to break away, she fought me all the way. I whispered: “Hold still, bitch!”
“Is this where he makes love to you?”
“He’s a wonderful lover, not a rapist like you!”
“Shut up, miss high and mighty, and lie on the bed face down.”
“I won’t do it!” I pushed her onto the bed, and held her down. I put her arms out and spread her legs.
“Now stay that way, or I’ll tie your wrists and ankles that way.”
“What are going to do, you sick raper.”
“I’m going to get you ready for the best fuck you’ve ever had, lady.”
“Ohhhhh! 
.you wouldn’t DARE!”
I tried to kick me with her legs, but I held her down. I started licking her. She shivered over and over. I kept going and licked her body, as she moaned. She was trembling now. I said: “Don’t you move lady.“ I took my clothes off, laid on her back.
“Get off me, you pervert!, your hurting me!”
“That’s the idea, I’m going to ‘get off’ in your hot little pussy, lady”
“You’re a nasty man, don’t you dare put your cock in my vagina!”
“You talk to much, maybe you need something in your mouth to suck on.”
“OH
your filthy!, I’m a lady and lady’s don’t put men’s cock’s in there mouths.”
“You’ll beg to suck my dick, when I’m done with you.”
“What are doing back there with my vagina?” I pulled her soft hips up a little and slipped my dick in her warm pussy. Wow, she was wet! Her pussy was hot and ready, and she moaned, “Please stop, mister. Don‘t have sex with me, my vagina is for my husband only. Now get off me!”
Her face was red as she tried to catch her breath, moaning 
”Don’t cum in me please, and don’t make me climax with you.” she gasped out.
I had never seen my wife this hot and worked up before. She humped back on my dick deep and moaned so sweet. I held her arms tightly.
“If you have to do me, get it over with, do me fast at least! Fuck me hard, and at least massage my tits and nipples.”
We fucked like wild rabbits in heat, moaning and squirming. She bucked like a mule. Suddenly, she tried to get away. I pulled her back.
She moaned: “You bastard!, don’t you dare rape me, OH GOD
.OH SHIT
your making me climax!, 
YES!!!” I pulled her hair tight. I pushed my dick in as far at would go. I held her down tight and shot the most I had ever unloaded in her, ever. My cum was oozing every where. She shook and bucked her ass and squeezed her pussy around my dick, still moaning.
We gasp for breath for a long time. She was really spent, mumbling something about being raped so good. I covered her up and let her sleep.
The next day we talked about how exciting that was. She said her heart would speed up just thinking about it. She said she couldn’t remember being that turned on before, ever. It made her tremble inside being raped by a stranger against her will. She leaned over and kissed me hot, and said: “Thanks, stranger.”
Then she said: “Don’t EVER do that again!, unless
. maybe you could surprise me again soon?
.please?” I said: “You’re a sick woman, I’ll plan a ‘treatment’ for you. I’m glad I’m a man and don’t have to ever worry about being raped.”
A few days later I was working in the den one afternoon, when I felt an arm go around my neck tight. The person put their hand over my mouth and whispered: “Well, what do we have here? Did we forget to lock the door?, well, get those pants off mister, and get that dick hard because we’re going to fuck, right now.”
(my wife was going to rape me?, a male?, what a wonderfully sick woman.)
She drug me backwards and out of the chair. She stopped and whispered: “Let’s see what you got stud.” She reached around me and felt my now big boner, and squeezed it over and over.
“You better get it harder than that, mister hot pants, I want a real hot mind blowing fuck out of you.”
“ Let me go!, my wife will kill you lady, my dick belongs to her and only her!”
“To hell with that bitch, your going to fuck me now, and fill my pussy with your hot cum, got it?”
“Your disgusting with your gutter talk,” I said.
She began to feel my chest, pinching my nipples. She jerked me down on my knees. She put a blindfold on me. The next thing I felt was warm pussy hair in my face.
“Stick your tongue out mister!.” I felt a wet pussy on my lips, rubbing on my tongue.
“Lick it good, and don’t forget my clit.” I heard moaning, as her pussy smothered my face. Her hands pulling my head into her. I pulled back and said: “Lady, my wife will hunt you down and beat your ass! Your just a nasty bitch.”
“Ha! Your wife is probably screwing somebody else right now.” I felt my clothes being jerked off. She rolled me on top of her.
“It’s showtime mister, now do what I say!”
“Let me go, I love my wife, you man raper!”
“ Ha ha, your dick is mine now, so stick it in me and fill my pussy with cream
. until I scream!”
“Your sick!”
“Just shut up and start fucking me hard!”
I said: “Oh well, since your FORCING me to.” She forced me to kiss her, ramming her tongue in my mouth.
She grabbed my dick and shoved it in her hot wet slick pussy. I felt her legs wrap around me tight. She started fucking me deep, and moaned loud as she slammed my dick deep in her pussy. “Come on mister, FUCK ME!!“ My balls were screaming to let my cum out and I couldn’t hold back anymore. She knew me well and grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled hard as she was about to climax.
“Oooooooooooo God! Mister, fuck me, fuck me, give me hot cum NOW!!!!” We both started moaning and
thrashing on the floor. We locked up and “Gezzzzzzz
oh BABY!..YES YES YES!, we yelled and my balls
pulled so tight and I yelled again. I started flooding her pussy, pump after pump with my hot cum. Cum and juices blending together. We twisted and thrashed on the floor with a wonderful cum and climax. It lingered and lingered as pulses in my dick and her pussy blended together.
After a long rest, I woke her sweet face up and said:
“Lady
LADY!
I think I hear my wife coming, she may have a gun!”
She slowly looked at me with content glazed eyes and said:
“ Fuck the bitch, I own you now mister.”

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If you guys want a PT2, post in the comments. I will think about it. Tell me what you want to see more of, what themes.
Should I focus more on character development or just stick to the website’s theme of sex, etc. Let me know. I will write about pretty much anything.
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Amber’s Rape Fantasy

Hey guys, this is Amber. I really liked Alex’s story and I liked seeing all of your great responses, so I decided to write one, myself. It’s not gonna be as long as Alex’s or anywhere near as good, but I just wanted to give it a try. This is another true story that took place about a week ago. Enjoy!