Rape to reality
Written on 1 December 2007 by SabrinaWell lately I have been talking to this guy online on mic. for a few month and OMG his great at telling me what to do to myself and how to do it well and calling such dirty names and I just love it so much. Once I bought an 8in dildos that sticks to any flat surface and it perfect for the bathroom wall.
He told me what to do with it and he knows what he’s doing to me, I was he’s lil slut toy online. One day he wanted me to get this outfit, which was a black tight string dress with red linings around it that just cover my ass and a boy short, along with a 5in vibrator. Overall it was too much for me to buy on my own. So he told me that he would pay for it as long as I wear it and take pic.s with it, so I let him.
The day I got the dress and toy I told him about it and he wanted me to wait for a day he’s free so he can get online and tell me what to do. So I did like a lil slave I was to him. So one night I saw him get on and he told me it was time for me to wear it and to get the new vibrator and dildos, so I did like he told me so. As soon as I got dress and brought the toys he told me “mmmmm, I can’t wait to use those toys on u in that slutly outfit and this time u don’t have to take any pics”
“y”
“don’t ask any question u bitch!”
“yes sir”
“good slut, now go by ur window in ur room and start dancing”
so I went by my window and start to dance around
“I want you to be as slutly as u can while u dancing, u hear my lil whore?!?”
as soon as he said that I was wondering how would he know that I was just dancing around and not the way he likes it, but since I love him so, I just did it for the hell of it. After a few min of dancing my ass off I heard the doorbell. And told him that there’s someone so I had to wear something else to cover myself, but he said no and to answer the door like that. I was sacred that it would be my neighbor or friend, but as I open the door I see a guy with a laptop standing there looking at me up and down as if he knew me.
The Ex
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManBen had never been so happy in his entire life! Here he was just home from his honeymoon, and ready to begin is marriage with the most beautiful and loving girl a man could ever hope for. To say his courtship of Sarah had been a whirlwind affair would be an understatement, because less that two months ago he had met her for the first time at a New Years Eve party given by a mutual friend.
They left the party arm in arm, and had been together ever since. Ben knew on his first date that Sarah was the girl for him! Incredibly beautiful, with big doe eyes, long flowing brown hair, a face like and angel, and a body that would make Jezebel jealous! Every time he even looked at her, he had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
Six months later, it was better than ever. Both of them had good high paying jobs, and with no financial worries, they could spend all the free time concentrating on the one thing they love the most–fucking each other’s brains out!! What made it even better for Ben, was the fact that his new bride while looking like a second grade school teacher, so prim and proper, had the sexual appetite of a five dollar whore!
She just couldn’t seem to get enough! And that was just fine with him! Just the mere sight of her taking off her clothes drove Ben crazy with lust. It seemed that they spent more time in bed than anywhere else! Sarah loved to ride Ben’s big pecker, sitting on top of him while grinding here pussy up and down, her heavy breasts bouncing freely as she drove herself to orgasm! Although not hung like a porn star, Ben had a respectable seven inches of meat between his legs, and Sarah was in love with every one of them! It was an idyllic life for the two newlyweds, and neither one of them had any idea of the terror that was about to befall them.
Ben and Sarah lay together intertwined, lost in a deep sleep while the digital alarm clock next to the bed glowed a soft red 2:33am! Ben’s snoring completely masked the noise of the opening of the front door as a solitary figure padded silently down the long hall, coming directly to the bedroom door! Standing outside the door, and listening intently to discern if anyone was awake, the intruder quietly pushed open the door and crept inside. The two sleeping forms on the bed were oblivious to the sound of a silenced 9mm automatic being pulled out of a carrying case, and only when the lights were suddenly turned on and a stern voice ordering them to be quiet and not to move, were they aware of anyone else in the room.
“What the hell’s going on here,” exclaimed Ben, as he tried to adjust his eyes to the light! “Shut up and be quiet,” a familiar voice hissed! “Krista, it’s you,” a stunned Ben stammered, “what are you doing here?!?” “What do you think, asshole,” she spat, “I’m gonna make you fucking pay for dumping me for this little slut!!!!” Ben looked over at a very frightened wife, who was clinging to his arm and shaking at the same time, and it was at that moment that Ben first noticed the automatic Krista was holding in her right hand. “Why the gun, Kris,” he asked in a slow measured voice?
She made a vile laugh and said, “I don’t think you two would be too cooperative without it!” For the first time Sarah spoke, and in a shaky voice asked, “W-w -what are you going to do with us?” “Oh,” Krista replied, “the little slut can talk, you’ll find out soon enough, cunt!” Reaching into a duffel bag she had brought along,
Krista pulled out a hand full of thin ropes cut to about twenty four inches each, and after tossing them on the bed, she told Sarah to tie Ben up spread eagle to the bed frame. Ben started to protest, but Krista cut him off by pointing the gun at his new wife, instantly shutting him up!!!
After the party
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManWe were all shitfaced, had 4 fifths between the 7 of us. My friend we’ll Ashley was high as hell on top of that. She’s 16, real petite but a C cup, really pretty, perfect skin.
After everyone started crashing I decided to go to my room and pass out too, but Ashley was already in my bed with her boyfriend, both passed out. It’s a big bed so I got in to and laid on the outside by Ashley. I knew she was really fucked up and probably beyond waking, and I was really horny after the strip poker we played earlier.
I nudged her a little bit, then a little more, to see if she’d move at all, if she was awake, but she wasn’t. I put my hand on her hip (she was laying on her side facing me) and started to caress her, then kissed her on the mouth.
As I kept kissing her, I started to explore a little more. I grabbed her tits and they were perfect, rubbed her flat stomach, rubbed her crotch over her pants.
I backed off and watched her for a second, still having not moved. I pinched her a little just to see, and then pinched her harder and still nothing.
Getting more encouraged, I pulled her left tit out the top of her shirt and looked at it, it was perfectly proportioned with her hard little nipples. I rubbed them and sucked on her tit for about a minute, then reached down and undid her zipper.
I fucked my best friend
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManShawn and Sarah had come home for the holidays. This had been their first time apart since they met each other in sixth grade and both were excited about the reunion. The last time they saw each other was in the very same airport where Shawn waved goodbye to his best and only friend in the world. They both went of to college.
Now Shawn was nervously waiting for Sarah in air port worried that his friend might not be the same Sarah he waved goodbye to two years ago. Sarah on the other hand wasn’t worried at all but excited to see the scrawny eighteen year old she left behind. For some reason that’s the way she always thought of him, a small skinny little nerd who would always be there for her. A quality she could never find in her new friends.
She walked around aimlessly looking for a familiar face amongst the herd of travelers in the airport. She wouldn’t have ever found him if he hadn’t called out her name. He had changed so much, at least physically. He seemed taller, bigger, no acne; he even seemed more confident. His hair wasn’t combed flat and he was wearing reasonably decent clothe. Nothing like the nerd she left behind. But as soon as she saw his smile she dropped all her bags, ran towards him, and he caught her in a bear hug.
He recognized her immediately. Accept for the new shoulder length hairdo and the fancy European clothe she hadn’t changed a bit. She was still as sweet and comforting as before. Her hazel eyes and silly laugh seemed like a long memory that had found its way back.
As they drove home they shared stories of their new lives and how much they had changed and yet stayed the same. They arrived at Sarah’s parents estate were Shawn was invited to spend thanksgiving. They spent most of the time reminiscing around their old hangouts, looking up old acquaintances, and talking the way they did before.
The night before their last day together they went to their old club house which was really an abandoned shack in the woods behind Shawn’s parent’s farm. They laid on the floor of the shack looking up at the stars through a whole in the roof which wasn’t there two years ago. They were laying in silence, it seemed like they had run out of stories to share. Shawn got up and sat with his back against the floor. He looked at his friend and for the first time realized how truly beautiful she was. Her long sexy legs, nice plump breast, the way her tight soft tummy moved as she breathed.
“When did you get so sexy?” he asked trying to stop staring at her body.
“Are you trying to say I was ugly before?” She turned her head to face him with a smirk. She thought he was being sarcastic.
He started to move toward her putting his hands on her left thigh. She freaked out and pushed her self away. “Hey now what was that?”
He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him until he sat between her thighs. She went to hit him with her hands but he grabbed them and pinned them above her head. Now he was hovering above her, face to face, he could feel her tits up against his chest. It made his dick quiver.
“I’ve never wanted fuck you at least not the way I do now” He whispered.
“Jesus Christ Shawn! What’s gotten into you?” She was completely flabbergasted. She couldn’t process the words that came out of his mouth. She wiggled and fought to get out of his grasp but he held tight. He felt heavy on top of her, hot and strong. She could smell him; feel his heavy breathing, his erection rubbing against her crotch. She finally realized that her Shawn was a MAN. A man trying to fuck her.
Gangbanged Jessica
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da Man“Hey, Jessica…come here!” I shouted from around the corner of the school building. I had always imagined what Jessica must look like under her plaid skirt. Her smooth tanned thighs always teased me and every other guy in the collage. We just knew she had a butt that won’t stop and everyone wanted to spank her!
She never was more than a goody two shoe though so no one had the chance, until today. Her friends Melody and Vicky who bother were cheerleaders, had let me know they wanted their friend to know what a good fuck felt like. They didn’t have to convince me much. Jessica would never actually spread her legs willingly though so we came up with a plan.
I stood around the corner with Melody and Vicky along with five other of Jessica’s closest friends all of whom had the best built bodies in town. Melody spoke up as Jessica came around the corner and invited her out with us. Feeling safe among her friends she accepted and began to walk in the middle of our little gang.
I walked behind her watching her butt sway in her little skirt. Vicky looked back at me and smiled when she noticed my cock had started to become erect. “Where are we going guys?” Jessica asked when we stopped next to the door of a class room.
Educating the Teacher
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManAll of the shit that Sean had ever been through was worth it just to be able to experience this moment of his life. Lisa Harrison had been a teacher in his school during his final year. He was head over heels in lust with her from the second he first saw her, but they didn’t get on. She had only been a little older than his eighteen years, but acted as if she had the right to tell him how to live his life.
She hadn’t approved of his extracurricular activities; dealing and getting into fights apparently wasn’t on her list of top priorities. She’d done her absolute best to make his life as difficult as possible, to the point where he eventually got expelled from school for the final time and was forced to take a stint in the Marines to avoid extended jail time. So she wasn’t his favourite person in the whole wide world.
Which was why this moment was so fucking sweet.
The last time he’d seen her had been in court. She’d stood there looking all fucking demure as she gave her ‘account’ of what had happened between them earlier. The anger still burned like it was fresh every time he thought of it. He’d done a lot of things in his life, but he had never raped a girl. And present company excluded of course, he never intended to.
He would have accepted doing time for a crime that he had actually committed; there were sure as hell enough of those. But to be sent to the Marines for attempted rape when the whole thing was bullshit? That he couldn’t accept. Watching her stand there turning on the waterworks while she told the jury about how he’d held her up against a wall and finger fucked her until she begged him to stop? He would have gladly done the time for murder instead if he’d been able to run across the room and strangle her.
She’d treated him like she thought he was shit from the day that they met, although that still didn’t cool the full-on lust that he felt every time that he even thought about her. The stuck up English accent drove him so crazy that he couldn’t tell if he wanted to screw someone or kick the shit out of them. She knew he wanted her; she had to. Everyone else knew it. He tried his best not to make her mad at him, but he had to make a living. The city wasn’t an easy place to live for a half Irish punk without a father. Not that he was making any excuses for himself. There were other choices he could have made and didn’t.
She caught him one day selling weed on the school grounds. It was small time shit that normally people would just have gotten a warning about, but he’d been there too many times already. He found himself sitting in her classroom after the end of school every day for the rest of the month. Not that he really thought of that as punishment until the last day.
“This is the last time I’m putting up with this from you, Sean,” his teacher said, in full-scale Bitch mode. “You’re not a child any more and you’re certainly capable of knowing right from wrong. If you’re caught engaging in any illegal activity on the school grounds again you will be permanently excluded from the school. Is that clear enough for you?”
Sean looked over at his teacher and smiled mischievously. “It is,” he agreed. “But I’ve always wondered. Are you so uptight because your dealer isn’t coming up with the goods, or do you just need a good fuck? Either way, I can hook you up, you know?”
Harrison looked unimpressed. “Today is not a good day to try to provoke me, Sean,” she replied. “I have a lot of work to do and I can think of better ways of spending my time than this.”
“You mean than with me,” Sean growled, his sense of humour disappearing as he was suddenly reminded that he would never be good enough for her. He stood up and walked towards the front of the room, agitated. “Why the fuck is it that I’m not even worth the time of day?”
“You can think what you like,” she snapped. “Just do it elsewhere, please.” That was enough for Sean. He stalked towards her, his eyes smouldering. Lisa backed away quickly, until her back hit the classroom wall and she was trapped. Sean advanced on her until his chest was grazing her nipples and he grabbed her cheek, let his mouth almost touch hers. He stood there for several moments, his breathing heavy with anger and arousal.
She didn’t move, or scream, or try to push him away. She simply stood there, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do. Her breathing was unsteady and she was trembling slightly, but she still didn’t fight him. He desperately wanted to turn his head just enough so that he could taste her, but he’d probably already done enough to get himself kicked out of the school.
Sean took a half step backwards. “I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, then let his hand slide down off Lisa’s cheek. “I’m sorry.” He left the room and didn’t look back. He’d expected her to have him kicked out for that, but she didn’t say a word to anyone. Which made him wonder about whether she had actually enjoyed the whole thing.
And that brought him back to his interpretation of the events so ashamedly described by Miss Innocent during their little courtroom drama. A couple of weeks after their not-quite kiss, she’d followed him into the students’ study room to continue an argument that he was trying to escape. He hadn’t finished an assignment for her class. Big deal. Like he was ever going to graduate from the fucking school anyway. She was arguing for argument’s sake, and she was driving him crazy. And turning him on.
Sean stomped off into the kitchen in the hope that she would leave so that he could wait until his raging hard on had gone. But no. Why would she follow him in there if she didn’t want anything to happen?
As soon as she walked through the door to the kitchen, Sean closed it behind her and slammed his body up against hers. He grabbed her arms and held them still with his left hand as he slid his right hand to her chin and held her mouth steady. He didn’t hesitate this time; he slid his mouth over hers and kissed her hard. Her mouth tasted like cream and he growled in ecstasy as he thrust up against her, the hand on her jaw moving down and onto her left breast.
He felt her groan softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his fingers over her nipple. She writhed against him for a moment, until he made it clear that he didn’t want to let her go. His hand slid into her shirt and cupped her bare breast and she turned her head away from Sean and moaned in pleasure, her face red with shame.
“I wanna fuck you baby,” Sean whispered softly, his hand sliding down across her hips and on to her thighs. He continued to kiss his teacher as he slid his hand back up her skirt and into her underwear. She moaned against him softly, squirmed as she tried to free her arms from his grip. He slid his fingers inside her gently, stroked around in a circle as he used his thumb to stroke over her clit. She arched her back against him in response, whining desperately against his mouth.
Lisa tore her mouth away from Sean’s and tried to catch her breath. He slid his mouth to her throat instead and continued his assault with his altogether far too talented mouth. God, he felt good. But she couldn’t do this. “Let me go,” she whispered softly, and he froze against her neck. “Please Sean.”
Sean straightened and slid his fingers out of Lisa’s underwear slowly. He slid both hands to her face and held her eyes level with his. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he growled, grinding his hips against hers slowly. She gulped.
“You’re a student, Sean,” she whispered. “And I’m your teacher. I’ll lose my career for this; please let me go. Please.”
And he let her go. And that brought them back to the courtroom drama. He didn’t know why she’d said what she did. Maybe she was trying to protect herself in case he tried to undermine her. It was bullshit anyway, whichever way you cut it. Being accused of rape – even attempted rape – would always put a damper on the rest of your life.
Sean watched with an arrogant detachment as two of his men marched the woman into his office and sat her down in the chair opposite his desk. He leaned back in his chair for a moment and savoured the fear that he could feel coming off her in waves. He usually wasn’t that interested in prolonging the agony, but this was certainly different.
He hadn’t seen her in ten years, but she looked almost unchanged. Her hair was the same chestnut brown and as glossy and poker straight as he remembered, although it seemed shorter now that he thought about it. She still had a gorgeously curvy figure and didn’t even seem like she’d put on a single extra pound. However, her beautiful big brown eyes were filled with fear and panic rather than her old holier than thou look, and he certainly liked the change.
Although Lisa looked the same as she had ten years earlier, Sean most certainly did not. He was no longer the gangly street punk that she remembered from his time at her school. He had grown into and developed his body to the point where he now had an impressive presence, even while sitting down. His once greasy looking half Puerto Rican features had matured, and together with a well trimmed goatee and beautifully modern, messily spiked haircut, made him look incredibly striking. His smouldering dark eyes didn’t hurt either.
She’d said that he’d never amount to anything. He had to fight to keep the smirk from his face as the bitch sat trembling in his office, knowing only too well how easily he could destroy her. In ten years he had built an empire that from nothing had turned into the strongest mafia family in the area. He was literally the most powerful man in the city and he had a hundred men snapping at his heels ready to do his dirty work for him just in case he didn’t feel like it.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Sean murmured softly, finally allowing a glint of satisfaction to shine through. Lisa almost shivered in fear.
“Look, Sean…” she started, finding it difficult to meet his gaze. She was terrified, and with good reason. Her voice lacked its trademark Bitch quality, and she suddenly seemed very fragile while on his home ground.
“Nobody has called me Sean in a very long time,” he said softly. She knew that, of course. He’d been in the news enough that she couldn’t possibly have missed his rise to infamy. Angel Morgan was always a source of interesting gossip.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. She was gripping her hands together in her lap painfully. “Angel. I know that we haven’t had the, um… most successful relationships in the past, but I promise you this has nothing to do with me.”
“Oh really?” Angel asked, one eyebrow raising in amusement.
“Really,” Lisa repeated, her eyes widening imploringly.
Angel leaned forward in his chair for a moment as he let the silence drag out. He was unsurprised to note that the change in the dynamics of their relationship had made him want the bitch even more than he had when he was a kid. After months of being bossed around and then having his life destroyed by her, having the ability to end her life in a second without even lifting a finger was a powerful stimulant.
“Because you understand how things look to me,” Angel murmured softly, deliberately allowing his eyes to roam over Lisa’s chest until she squirmed in embarrassment. “Don’t you?” She was silent, so he elaborated for her. “First you completely fuck up my life to save your own, and then when you see me actually get back on my feet, you can’t take being wrong, so you try to fuck me over again.”
Lisa’s eyes darted to meet Angel’s in panic. “It isn’t like that!” she whispered, her hands gripping her side of the desk in panic. “I promise you it isn’t! This has nothing to do with me, Angel, I swear it doesn’t!”
“And why the fuck should I believe you?” Angel asked, allowing his voice to take on some of his trademark menacing quality. He noticed her squirm again at that, and was amused to notice that she pressed her legs together very quickly. Getting wet?
“Because it’s ridiculous!” Lisa exclaimed. “Why would I try to draw your attention to me by doing this? What could I possibly have to gain from it?” It was true, it was ridiculous. There was no way on earth that she would have ever wanted to draw Sean “Angel” Morgan’s attention to her ever again. She had been less than amused to find out that her boyfriend had borrowed money from one of the mafia families. When she’d found out it had been from Sean Morgan, she had nearly had a fit. And when she’d found out that he’d borrowed it against her house and wasn’t going to pay it back…
Sold into Sex Slavery
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManHe walked into the Palace dragging behind him the beautiful 18 year old girl he had just managed to trick into his sex slavery business. He told her she was going to work in the Palace as a maid and would have a better life then what she had in her home land of Russia growing up in the rough ghettos. She was slim with long wavy red hair which fell beautifully over her pale shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled even threw the fear she was experiencing. They walked into the Kings Study room and Boris presented his newest find. “Your Majesty today I have a fine fine special to suit your needs.” “ I heard you where looking for a nice young virgin maiden for your sons 21st birthday present, his own personal sex slave a fabulous idea your Excellency I must say.”
“Shut up you babbling fool and show me your goods” King Yuri shouted. Boris pulled the young girl by her hand and pushed her in front of the King. She was trembling, wearing only an old dress way too big for her and hanging off one shoulder. “She is rare find and virgin My Lord” “Strip her I want to see her body!” the King ordered to his guards. The guards pulled roughly at her dress and tugged it off her. She stood only in her thin blue cotton panties and small white bra. She tried to cover her body but was only slapped across the face by Boris for her efforts. The guards undid her bra and removed it letting her 32C breasts bounce free, her pink nipples standing erect in the cold. They then slide her panties down her smooth shapely legs, revealing her bushy mound.” This will not do” the King growled. “How am I expected to check her young pussy with all that hair?” “Guards go shave her and bring her to my chambers to inspect.” “Boris wait here!”
The guards took her to the bathroom a few rooms down and continued to shave her bush completely smooth. Once back in the Kings Chambers the King ordered her to sit on his desk in front of him so he could check her hymen was still intact. He spread her smooth pussy lips and ran his finger up and down her entire slit. She let out a whimper and tears began to fall slowly down her face. He pushed his fat finger into her hole very slowly and found the resistance he was looking for. He removed his finger and put it to his mouth tasting the young girl. “Hmmm very tasty young cunt and oh so tight you shall do nicely.”
The King returned to Boris to discuss the price he was to pay for this young girl. $30,000 Boris says she is unspoiled and a rarity considering she is redhead. The King looked at Boris and threw $25,000 on the table “take it or leave it!” “Fine Your Majesty thank you thank you.” “Now be gone with you.” “Guards I want her washed and have her hair and all beauty treatments done find her something sexy to wear and have her ready for my sons birthday dinner tonight!”
