I am 21 y.o. boy with really nice body (tight ass and so on ). I want to sleep with a man. I've never done it but sometimes I wish some big guy with huge dick to come up to me and make me suck his cock till he comes into my mouth and then make me swallow all his load . that's just the start . Even now I get hard when I write this. I have a girl and sex with her is ok . But I every time I jerk off I think of someone raping my tight ass. I mean many girls have told me that I have nice ass and I think I could please a man .damn I really need to get something to suck,

i confess that groping and cumming on sleeping girls really turns me on. the first time i ever did it i was in middle school on vacation with a friends family. it was me and my best friend and his two older sisters sharing a hotel room. the girls took the two beds and me and my friend both slept on the floor. the girls were both older, one was 15 one was 17. i woke up at like 6 in the morning and everyone else was sleeping, walked over to one of the beds where his 17 yr old sister was sleeping on her back. i grabbed her tits through her tshirt while she was still snoring and was immediately turned on by how wonderful it felt. it was my first time groping a real tit. bolstered by my new confidence after pulling this off i moved over to the other bed where the 15 yr old sister was sleeping on her stomach. i pulled the covers off of her slowly and begin grabbing her ass through the cotton pj bottoms she was wearing. i even tried to pull her pants down so i could see her bare ass but right as i began to see the creamy color of her untanned ass, she begin to stir and i felt my heart jump up in my throat as i immeditely hit the deck and dropped to the hotel room floor. i lay still for 5 minutes, barely breathing until i heard her begin to breathe heavily again as she fell back to sleep. after almost getting caught i decided that was enough for that day and continued on as if nothing had happened. years later after having multiple girlfriends and losing my virginity, another oppertunity presented itself. when i was 16 i was at a party in highschool on a friends parents boat docked in the harbor. one of the hottest girls in our grade had passed out in one of the cabins after drinking too much and i knew right away i would have to sneak away from the rest of the party on deck to head down below to feel her up. i felt down her t shirt and was instantly incredibly hard from the combination of how hot this girl was and how wrong what i was doing was. her tits were pretty great, small but perky, but her ass was her best feature by far. i got too horny, and too confident that i wouldnt get caught, and while groping her ass i decided to try to pull her pants down to see her in just a thong. she woke up and immediately knew something was wrong. i panicked..told her that the cops were upstairs on the boat busting up the party and she needed to stay quiet. then i ran out of the room and went back on deck and tried to pretend like nothing happened. 5 minutes later another girl at the party came upstairs and demanded that i leave, and announced to everybody that the girl i had been groping was bawling her eyes out in the cabin below deck claiming that i tried to rape her. now i never had any intention of penetrating this girl but how could they know that. i realized i was in way over my head as a party full of people were looking at me like a rapist. i told them she mustve been dreaming, it wasnt true, i just went down to check on her and shook her awake to make sure she was still responsive and that was it. half of my friends believed me and the other half didnt, it was to this day one of the worst nights of my life, and going to school the next day was even worse. there were some nicknames and snickering behind my back about me groping girls and i wasnt allowed to go to parties where this girl was already at, but i got over it and time moved on. that experienced stop me from feeling up girls who passed out in my bed in college because i was in a new town with new people and was afraid that if i got caught again i would get the same reputation out here and i certainly didnt want that. after i got out of college and moved back to my home city, i had girls who i was pretty close friends with, passing out in my bed pretty often because me and my buddy had a party house and people over drinking every weekend. these girls would pass out in my bed after a night of drinking and when i finally quit partying i would jump in bed with them. the three best sleeping girl incidents of my life occurred in my room of that house, with three seperate and equally attractive girls. one of which had just gotten out of a 2 year relationship with a good friend of mine. but that confession will have to wait till my next post.

Pauline The Slut - Part 25: Making Movies

The three of us left the shop and headed for Tony's house. Tony's wife, Terri, met us at the door. Tony introduced her to my husband and me as the slut. She kissed and hugged my husband and then turned to me.

"Take that bodysuit off." I looked at her in disbelief. Then she slapped me across the face. "Your a slut and you'll be treated like a slut in this house. Now get stripped or we'll tie you to a tree, whip you and leave you there for the night." Then she slapped me across the face again.

I looked at my husband. He was smiling. I slowly started to take off the bodysuit. She put a collar on me and attached a leash to it.

"On all fours, slut." she said. She then took a butt plug with a dogs tail and stuck it in my ass. "You'll stay on all fours when you're in my house." She then led me on the lead into the house. The two men followed, laughing at the tail wagging out of my ass.

I was told to lie by the fire while they sat down with some drinks. Then Terri had me act like a dog, barking, panting, lift my leg as if peeing and hump her leg the way dogs do. The men thought this was great fun. We then had dinner. I had to go under the table and the three of them fed me bits from their plates. There was a dog bowl with water in it for me to drink. After dinner they sat in the back garden watching the sunset while I lay beside Terri's chair. Later she walked down the garden picked up a stick and threw it. I had to fetch and bring it back in my mouth. She kept doing this for about 15 minutes. Then I had to pee against a tree with my leg cocked. My husband took out his phone and filmed me. I heard him say to Tony "Beth is going to love this."

I was brought to the bedroom on the leash. There was a giant bed against the wall and at the end of the bed raised on a platform level with the bed was a cage. Terri walked me over to the cage opened it and told me to get inside. I hesitated and she kicked me in the ass. "Get in slut." I climbed into the cage. It was just about high enough for me on all fours and there was no room to turn so that I remained facing the way I got in, looking at the bed. I heard Terri lock the cage.

The three of them then stripped and got on the bed. For the next few hours they had sex while I watched from the cage. Every so often one of the men would come over and have me suck their cock through the cage or Terri would come over and take a load of cum from her cunt or her ass and have me lick it off her hand. Once she came over with a mouthful and spat it in my face.

They eventually fell asleep and I followed with an uncomfortable night's sleep in the cage.


The next morning they showered and had breakfast while I was brought a bowl of water and food and told to eat. After I'd eaten Terri took me out of the cage and brought me down to the garden she pointed to a tree and told me to go piss. I did so. When I came back she had me lie on the grass with my legs apart. She then turned on the hose, full power and hosed me down starting at my cunt. When she finished she threw me a towel and my bodysuit and heels. "We'll be waiting for you in the car."


As we drove away from the house, Terri handed me a drink and then a folder. I opened it and started to read. "What's this?"

"Your movie premiere was such a success we've decided it's time you made a professional porn movie." my husband answered. "Terri is a director and you are going to star in a couple of her movies. I'm going to make some more money out of that slut body of yours. Now read your script."

I started to cry. Of all the things that had happened over the past 8 months I never expected this. Terri shouted at me "Stop snivelling you stupid whore and read the script. I don't want you fucking up my movie."

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I read the script. I was to be the mother of a bride getting ready for her wedding day. Me, the bride and her younger sister were going to be in the bedroom putting on her wedding dress. My husband and son would be downstairs when three black men break into the house. They tie up my husband and son, come upstairs, rape the three of us and then drag us downstairs where I'm to have sex with my son while the bride has sex with her father. The younger daughter sucks off the three men while this is happening.

We arrived at a large house set back from the road. There were trucks and cars parked out front and a lot of activity going on. We got out of the car, Terri greeted everyone. We went into the house where I was introduced to the cast. The three black men I already knew. The bride was to be played by Lena, the young girl who was on the bench in the movie at Tony's. The girl playing her sister, Jemma, looked only 15/16, though she assured me she was 18 and going to college. My husband was a much older man, Tim, bronzed and grey hair while my son, Dave, looked like a college football center. I was handed another drink and sent to make up.

When we were all dressed and made up, the three of us went to the bedroom. There were cameras and lights just like a real movie set with men and women hanging around. Terri came in. "These girls are professionals and know what to do so don't you mess it up. You are to look frightened, fight these men off and when they drag you downstairs you are to protest when they tell you to suck and fuck your son. Lots of screaming and lots of tears. They are going to slap and throw you around to make this realistic."

Then the filming started. The girls looked really scared and fought the men off as if their lives depended on it. I almost believed it to be real. I tried my best to do the same. After a few hours filming upstairs and downstairs Terri was satisfied and she called a halt. We were all exhausted. There was a buffet lunch set out in the garden. All the crew and cast ate and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I sat there quietly wondering how I had landed myself in this situation. Terri came over and topped up my drink. She then handed me a script. "This is for your next movie. We'll be starting in about an hour." I was shocked. I wasn't expecting to do another movie so soon.

I read the script. "No, this can't be right." I thought. I searched for my husband. He was talking to Lena and Jemma. I ran over to him. "Have you seen this."

"No, what is it."

It's the script for this afternoon's movie. I can't do this. You can't make me do this."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is a lesbian movie. I'm to play a mother and I'm supposed to seduce my daughter whose name is Therese. That's our daughter's name. I can't do that."

"Oh, I'll talk to Terri."

He went over to Terri and they were in conversation for a few minutes. He came back "She can't change the daughter's name. This is a special film for an important client. You'll have to do it."

"I won't do it."

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to the lunch table and threw me across it. Terri came over with an electric prod which she pressed against my buttock. My body rocked with the strength of the shock. She pressed again on my other buttock.

"Stop, Help me." I screamed. Those around the table just looked on smiling. They turned me around and pressed it into my right breast and then my left one. I was thrashing about on the table. She then lowered the prod and drove it into my cunt. "No don't." I pleaded.


"Are you going to make the movie." She asked.

"Please can we change the daughters name." I begged.

"Not possible." Her finger hovered above the red button on the prod. "What's it to be, Make the movie or fried cunt."

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I sobbed "I'll do it."

"Read you script and be ready in an hour." She and my husband walked away leaving me there, shattered and sobbing. The rest of the crowd went back to their conversations.

An hour later, I was back in the house ready for the next movie. Jemma came in to the room. She looked even younger dressed in a school uniform with her hair in pigtails. She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Hello Mummy." she laughed. Terri arrived with the electric prod. "OK you know what to do. I want to hear you use your daughter's name a lot. You are going to have to persuade and pressurise her in the opening scene until she succumbs. Any fuck ups and this gets rammed into your cunt. We'll film that as well."

The filming began. Jemma arrives home from school and comes to the lounge and says hello. She sits on the couch beside me. I look at her and tell her how beautiful she is and how much I love her. I move beside her on the couch. She looks at me as I put my arm around her shoulder and stroke her hair.

Terri picks up a big board and points to it. My daughter's name is on it. I looked at Jemma. "Therese, you have become such a beautiful sexy young women." She starts to become uncomfortable. I then lean in and kiss her on the lips. She pushes me back "Mom, what are your doing." I kiss her again this time pinning her to the couch. She struggles to get up by I hold her down kissing her neck, feeling her breasts.

"Please Mom, stop."

"It's ok Therese, Mummy loves you and is going to make you a women."

I slip my hand up her short school skirt. She tries to push it away but with me nibbling her ear and my other hand unbuttoning her school blouse, she is losing the battle. I then return to her mouth, kissing her. After a few seconds she starts to respond and returns my kiss. Soon she allows me to remove her white blouse, then her bra. I start to caress and knead her young barely developed breasts while continuing to kiss her passionately.

I then bend down and suck on her nipple while slipping my hand inside her white school panties. "Oh Mom." She moans. I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to the bedroom. I remove my clothes and then her remaining clothes before we lie on the bed. I kiss her.

"I love you Therese, I've wanted to make love to you for so long." I explore her body finishing at her cunt. I then spread them wide for the camera and start to kiss and lick her cunt and ass. She responds for the camera.

After a while I reach under one of the pillows and take out a pink strap-on. "Mummy is going to fuck Therese's little cunt before all those boys ruin it." I then mount her and fuck her hard before turning her over and doing her from behind. She orgasms several times. When I'm finished, I lie back on the bed "Now Therese, time for you to taste Mummy's cunt."

I guide her head down between my legs and she starts to eat me until I orgasm.

When the filming finished, Terri comes over and takes me by the hand. As we leave the bedroom I see my husband get on the bed and Jemma take his cock in her mouth. Terri brought me to the next bedroom and threw me on the bed. The crew and others followed. There were about 20 of them.

"She's all yours boys. There's beer in the box over there. Make sure your fuck all her holes real good." I tried to make it to the door but I was grabbed by several hands and dragged back to the bed.

I confess that I did something really terrible last week: I raped one of my best female friends. I am really sorry for it, but the stupid thing is that I planned it beforehand. And it was really a turn on to do! Even though I feel really guilty, I might do it again.

So here is the story of it... Lets call my friend Danielle, she just turned 20. I know her for several years now and we are good friends of each other. Last week on the night out, I offered to drive her home. I do this often for friends so it was nothing special and she accepted. Then I made sure she got really drunk while clubbing, by getting her and my other friends a lot o shots and drinks. She didn't drink beer like us, but some mix drinks and at a rapid pace.
So soon she was really drunk and I told my friends that it was better if I brought Danielle home. So I took her by the arms and directed her out of the club and to my car. It took some time because she was so drunk. When we were in the car I told her she might need some asprine, though what I gave her was actually some drug, (GHB for those interessted). So while I drove she started to black out. Our way home goes through some forest, so i drove the car of the road and a bit further into the forest. I was really scared to do it, but Danielle turns me on so badly! I shook her gently and called her name to make sure she was passed out. There was no responds so then I decded to go for it. The drug should work for some time, so I thought to take my time. So first I just touched her body everywhere over her clothes, feeling all the curves I had lusted for so long. I kissed her lips and opened her mouth to stick my tung in. Of course she didn't kiss back but I liked it. Then I raised her shirt and paused a bit while gazing her bra. This would be the moment! I would finally she her boobs! I droped her bra and with my hands I massaged her boobs and nipples. They where so beautiful! They are not really large, but a good full hand nontheless. So i licked her tits and bit her nipples. I couldn't hold my self, I was already going to explode so hot it was! So I unbuttoned her pants and struggled to lower them a bit. It was so great to see her shaved pussy;-) With my hand I imediatly started to stroke her while likking her tits. After a while I decided to go for it fully. I lowered my pants and took my dick out. First I took her hand and let her numb hand stroke me. Then I wanted to dig in, so I moved atop of her, took a bit of manouvering in the car, but I managed. First I stroke the top of my dick along her pussy, before really jamming it in Danielle. I pumped her really hard while touching her boubs and gazing at her sleeping face. It was so good to finally fuck her great, hot body. I felt like I was going to cum, so I held it in for a while. Then I wanted to fuck her ass, she has a really nice round ass. So I turned her sideways and put my dick against her ass. I knew she never did anal, so I was going to deflorate her her. I pushed my dick in her ass slowly and then I heard her moan. At first I thought, fuck! But she didn't do anything more, so I started to fuck her ass. I imagined her voice calling my name while fucking her. Dannielle then started to moan and move a little. The drug started to wear off. So I fucked her faster and this time I didn't stop from cumming. I came in her ass and it feeled so hot to have finally fucked her, both in her pussy and her ass. Though, now it was over I started to doubt wether I should have done it. But I can't change it anymore and I was also happy in a way. I kissed her and took a towel to whipe my cum from her ass a bit. I dressed her up again and then drove her further home.

On the way she started to gain a bit of consious again. I used her key to gether inside her house and put her in her bed. Then I just left.

Yesterday I saw her again and she thanked me for bringing her home. I was a bit scared that she might find out. She did say that het ass hurted. I told her she dropped really hard. I am sorry for raping Danielle, but it was also really hot!

im going to rape my girlfriends ass when she gets home from work, ive been trying to get her to let me fuck her ass for 6 months and she always chickens out, im sick of waiting. im going to drug her with sleeping pills and do it when she passes out.

HOPE ALL YOU GUYS KNOW THAT ALL THESE SLEEPING, PASSED OUT AND DRUGGED VIDEOS ON THIS SITE IS CONSIDERED AS RAPE AND IT BEING ON THIS SITE IS CONSIDERED ILLEGAL AND GROUNDS OF IMMEDIATE TERMINATION ON THE SITE

FURTHERMORE THE ANIMAL ABUSE VIDS ON THIS SITE (BEASTILITY AND CRUSH VIDEOS) ARE ALSO GROUNDS FOR TERMINATION

Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

I'm looking for a community, website or board with a strong emphasis/ fetish on women being nothing more than property/ glorified pleasure holes.

I'm not sure where to start in terms of proper wording, maybe there's a name for this kind of fetish?I'll go into more detail of what it is I like.

I think girls are generally vapid, consumed by vanity and I find it pathetic. I want to use them to pleasure me and consider their pussies open house. I think they should be drugged and raped at will. It turns me on fiercely to imagine a women considered meat and traded between friends to pleasure men.

Anyone have an idea of which fetich genre's fit that? I'm aware of the rape fantasy (which I prefer sleeping/ drugged) control, not into hard abuse, a little but more control. I think I enjoy the humiliation aspect but not licking toilets shit either.

Any help is appreciated.

I don't know what to do. Basically, I'm in pervert's hell right now.
I supervise a group home for the developmentally disabled. We have a nice little group - a lot of fun. Mostly, they're middle aged to older. Yesterday, we got a respite in here who is barely mentally handicapped (you'd never know it without talking to her for a while), 22 years old, and just gorgeous - pretty smile, nice hair, nice eyes, slamming body (sort of skinny, but with firm looking, perky tits). I've been acting 100% professional of course (mostly), but the second that I saw her, I knew that I had to see her breasts.
Today, I had a hunch she was taking a shower, so I played dumb and walked into her room under the guise of having to tell her some mundane piece of information. She was indeed in the shower, and the door was open. I hovered there for a little while, and started to lean in to get a peak, when (son of a BITCH) a neighboring woman walked into the bathroom from another door. I had to step back, but I still HAD TO SEE the other girl naked! Somehow! So, I stepped outside, but got a view of the bathroom through the crack in the doorjam / hinges. I could only talk for so long with the door open before it looked suspicious, but I kept it there. The girl DID step out of the shower, and she was naked...but I didn't see it. The OTHER girl was in her way, just as she went for a towel, so all I got was a quick glimpse of her in the towel. Total fail.
This girl has flirtatious tendencies, so we were talking for a while. At one point, I thought that she might be flirting a little closely while she was telling me about her problems, and I told her, "It's okay, you can ask me anything. What's on your mind at this very moment?" I was hoping (but also terrified) that she would say something like, "I like you, and I want you to touch me." And...I would have done it. I've never done anything in my life to risk my career, my life, or endanger anyone. Never. But, at that moment, I thank my lucky stars that she didn't say that, because I would have (and still would, sadly) risked everything to fuck or just play around with this young girl (she looks a lot younger than 22, too). I fantasize in my mind that, as part of her disability, she has uncontrollable sexual desires (which is not uncommon with this population), exposes her self for no reason, or masterbates all the time (also very common). No such luck so far.
A couple of times, I swear, I was terrifyingly close to just cupping my hand on her breast, and imagine her just closing her eyes and whimpering for a second when I did that.
She's sleeping here overnight, and will be in all day tomorrow as well. Since she showers at night, I'm tempted to ask her to tell me when she showers because I have to check something with the water first (or something like that)...then, strategically hide my cell phone / camera somewhere in the bathroom (but where???). All I know is, I wish this girl never showed up at this house. I've been a perverted mess of a hard on since the second I met her, and it's really concerning me.
I did manage to do an extended elbow-tit earlier in the day. I forgot to mention that. I was talking to someone and she was next to me, and I moved my elbow in (and, yes, it was a firm tit). She didn't move either. I moved my arm very slightly so it would give just a little bit of a rubbing effect where her nipple definitely was, and she didn't move! I know she felt it! I was wondering if she was enjoying it since she didn't move at all.
I just know she's going to do something to bring me over the edge. I don't want to lose my job, and I'm afraid of doing something that will end my life as I know it. I have a promising career, working on an advanced degree, etc.
...but, what I would give for just a few moments of groping with her (with a postive response form her. No rape fantasies from this guy.
BTW - it gets worse. My boss lives next door, and her f#fteen year old daughter had a sleepover last night. They sleep literally a few inches on the other side of the wall from me! I couldn't stand the thought of those girls possibly getting naked some point. I imagined they were on a computer on one of those social cam-sites, and teasing / flashing the people that logged in (like a million videos that I'm sure we've all downloaded).
I need help, I think! God, I love girls that age. Once again, though, I don't act on it, but today was the first time I realized that I DO have limits, and I could cross them.
Maybe becoming a social worker in a middle school might be a bad idea for me (but that's where I'm headed). God help me!

HI, I have REALLY SICK THOUGHTS...

so here goes...

would you / HAVE YOU ever had sex with a women RIGHT AFTER SHE JUST GAVE BIRTH , like right there in the OR (operation room) - blood and all, would you??..

would you ever have sex with a whore / slut / pros (right after you shot her with a gun) just because she would shut the fuck up and or put out

would you bang a chick EVEN AFTER SHE TELLS YOU SHE HAS ""GONERIA""

Would you ever have sex with a CORPSE (in the coffen - AND , DOUBLE POINTS if its in the GROUND - Just Burried)

would you rape and murder AND THEN FUCK HER all because she didnt give you the time and day (bonus points if you say you HAVE DONE THIS - PIC OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN)

lets say you're in your 20's and 30's , would you let a women who is in her 50's and 60's SUCK YOUR DICK???... how about VICE VERSA....

would you break into a house / apt and BANG A CHICK while she is still sleeping??..

would you have sex with a 12 YR OLD even when your in your 20's and 30's

would you ever force your KID (whos about 9,10,11) to have sex with , lets say... a women whos in her teens and 20's

would you kill a rat with an obo??...

would you put HONEY on your COCK and FUCK A WOMEN haahhaahah (STICKY SITUATION)

would you eat pussy if she was in her... 40's and 50's and 60's...and you're just a minor

EASIEST THING in the world to raise a kid.. IF YOU FOLLOW THE STEPS... 1ST STEP... take the kid, and you put him on the street corner... and you leave him there.... you come back a week later... if the kid is still there... you got yourself a stupid fuckin kid... Then you just proceed from that point... it's all BS folks, ITS ALL BS and It's Bad for ya....

would you tell a chick to SUCK YOUR DICK right after you just took a massive shit!! ahhahahahahahahahahaahah

eternal damnation of the twisted mind; ok guys heres my confession, for as long as i can remember iv always wanted to feel normal, but i never have, no im not a gender bender or closet gay, but in my own diagnosis from endless research, i am a monster, the kind of things nightmares are made out of,and no i wasnt abused as a child, or have a domineering mother, i have no disability and i wasnt bullied at school, i wish and wish and pray to high heaven that my demons would subside, that i could be happy with a house a wife and kids, but that doesnt interest me at all , the thought of that makes me suicidal.the thought of working everyday for the rest of my life, abiding the law, laying down and taking crap, living by other peoples rules of right and wrong makes me physically sick. reason for my diagnosis...i dont think like normal people, i dont get disgusted at the horrific, studies on sphycotic serial killers reveal their inner windings, and i am 85 percent identical, it doesnt stop there, as long as i can remmeber iv been attracted to underage girls, not just pre-legal, pre puberty, i have sick, degrading and often voilent thoughts, the range of my fantasies goes from everything, from kids to beast to rape to degration even murder, yes thats right murder and i dont mean thinking bout it when i get pissed off i mean actually fantasising,rush of pleasure when thinking of choking someone, actually picturing a knife severing skin,planning down to a t the perfect murder and selected victims etc etc, the list could go on, i have planned my whole life, from the time i became aware of my condition i have portrayed a perfect "innocent" image of myself to others, minus a few rookie mistakes,everyday, for years and years. purely on the intention of if i ever act on my volcanic urges, that no one would suspect little old me, (you have to admit thats dedication to your art).now the awkward part...the 15 percent of me that craves normality. i have not yet acted on these impulses,the amount of times iv been ready to go on a spree that would garauntee to shock the world, i would litterally pray that i had a non-curable illness (see movie-saw)to then have an excuse to do what i want, the only thing that has stopped me from doing any of these things, my family, i couldnt bare them live with the shame of my name over their heads, my mother who is damn near a saint, my three lovely sisters, and my hard working father,it is because of them my enemies are safe to sleep at night, and the people of this world dont shudder at my name. god forbid if anything ever happens to them and i lose them, or they dissown me for whatever reason, then youll all know my name and this post will be the marking of my literary warped confession. being only 21 myself, there is plenty of time for this jekyl and hyde side of me to cease battling eeach other and show the world what were made of. untill then my friends, i leave you with one thought, is it better to die knowing you did everything u want but with a bad name, or to live a long life, and die an old unhappy man, filled with regrets, a wasted life. au revior

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

French women during World War II

I was reading a book on WWII and I was surprised to discover that french women had a lot of babies with german soldiers and it wasn't against their will.

The book says that "despite more than two million Frenchmen being held in prisoner-of-war camps, the birth rate boomed in 1942 with an estimated 200,000 children born to Franco-German couples. Up to 30 per cent of births were illegitimate in some parts of Paris".

A lot french women have lost their husbands,sons or both during the war against the Nazi but they still sleep with the occupant afterall ? Weird.

They also slept with GI's according to the book, and get babies too.
A lot of french women get black babies after the war, obviously with black GI's...

The book tells us there wasn't rape on a high scale in France.

French women had more babies within the occupation than any other period of the same duration in History. It seems they enjoyed it or am I wrong ?

What do you think of french women behaviour ?

So my fiance is now 27 years old. She has been with over 40 men through out her whole life. She has had many different tings happen to her voluntary and not. I will tell a series of stories about her and her adventures and misadventures.

The first happened when she was 11. He mother had just passed away and her father a local doctor was more interested in work and chasing tail. She was left home many tomes with care takers and her brother, but mostly just the care takers. The first care taker that she was left with was a male who would run her to all the events she had go to, being an athlete and all. When she was sad he would hold her and when she wanted to play in the pool he came to. Eventually he started taking liberties with her pussy and her small just budding breast. The last time he felt her up he pierced her hymen.

After this happened her father tried one more care taker. A couple who seemed to fit all the criteria for the job, so it seemed. The couple turned out to be drug dealers who let unsavory people in their home, and threw wild parties while her father was out of town. One night at said party, My fiance, thirteen at the time, had just came home from basketball practice. Her brother and all his friends were partying and there were other that she had not seen before their also. She went down to the party for a while and had a few drinks, then decided to retire to her room upstairs. When the awoke the next morning she was unclothed and had no idea what happened the previous night. There were talks through out her family that her brother and his friend raped her. Some say that the meth heads that were their at the party could have done it. No one really know what happened that night though.

Later on she was molested one more time within her youth, she was fifteen. Her uncle took advantage of her when she was watching T.V. late at night. After this she took to fucking random men all the time for fun.

One of my favorite stories was how she was broke in by a BBC that she worked with for the first time when she was twenty . They were seeing each other loosely and had not yet fucked. He took her to a bar to go watch the Mavs play, and have some drinks. After she went back to his place to smoke some weed and chill. Of course when she got there he was instantly trying to get in that ass. She was flirting but not really giving in. They smoked and talked for a while until she started getting the spins. She had enough. She went to his room to go lay down and sleep it off. The next thing she knew she was being woke up to a man pulling her panties off and unbuttoning her bra, she was belly down at the time. He grabbed her by her sweet thick hips and plunged himself right in her. She told me that she had never whined more than she did that night. He fucked her raw that night, and even tore her a little bit. She was turned off to BBC for a while after that one. But he did leave her with a sweet little cream pie!!!

The last is the latest. This happened the year before we had met. She was dead set on getting this large chest tattoo. The picture is irrelevant. She was short on cash but she really wanted it. She had a friend that was big into tattoo culture and knew people. So she set her up to have that tattoo done one night at her friends home. When the artist arrived he did not have his gear with him... This was curious of course. After speaking they found out he thought she was going to just come out to his home for the tattoo. Somehow she though hey, OK cool lets go. When she got to his home he did the tattoo and did a great job also. After he felt that he was entitled to some of her goods. He started feeling her up and down. He fingered her and sucked her nipples even. She told him no she did not want to and was not OK with it. At this he pried her legs open and took what he wanted. That night he raped her twice, vaginally, and once anally. Their after he told her that she was his and she was having his baby.

Now we live together and I can fuck her any way I want when ever I want.

Thank you to all the people who broke her in before me, Making her my sweet little cum slut who I can fuck how ever I like !!!

Ok I feel fucking cheated. I was at a new years party and I got with this very horny girl. Now on a side note that was very unlike me i'm usually very conservative with who I sleep with but she just hit all the right spots and I was drunk so I did not put up much of a fight. Now this is where I feel cheated I fingered her to 2 orgasms then she fucking passed out on me! Now I'm no going to rape a passed out girl so I just when and had a drink.

In the morning as people were waking up from where they had passed out the night before. She is there but dose not act like any thing has happened and dose not say any thing to me that would make me thing she remembered what we did, but as im getting up to home she give me this really long hug and and her phone number and facebook link.

Now on face book she said she had a really good time but cant remember much , she is being really nice to but not in a sexual way as far as I can tell. Anyway I feel on one hand she owes me some sex but on the other hand I don't know her and she really may not remember anything and if i bring it up it could turn in to a shit storm of I was fucking the passed out girl and would be really bad. Anyway so what do you guys think should I just go in for the kill or play it cool or just pass and think god she is not saying a raped her?
Oh and you grammar and spelling Nazis can go to fucking hell! Its 3:00AM and I don't care what you think!

Need help finding a dirty talk handjob video. It is of a young hot blonde and as she jerks off a big cock she talks about how when she was younger her older brother would come into her room and molest her. She start from when it started he would only watch her sleep take her clothes off and jerk off and cum on different places on her like her ass or face. Then he started rubbing his cock on her face and body. One of the hottest parts of the video was she described how one night her brother must of druged her because in the morning she woke up with her throat in pain with a strange taste in her mouth. And when she tryed to get out of bed she collapsed to the floor from a massive pain from her asshole. She concluded that her brother after druging her must of sodomized her and shoved his dick down her throat to. After she confronted him it got worse, in stead of stopping he started raping her all the time making her jerk him off suck his dick and the worst she sead was when ever they were home alone he would fuck her in the ass. Really good video about 20minutes long if anyone can share a link it would be cool thanks.

I confess I fucked this married woman in her bed when her Husband was away while she pretended to be sleeping! I would sneak into her bedroom at night and get naked and slide into her bed where she was already
laying naked with a wet pussy. I would molest her body while playing with myself, then I would stick my cock inside her pussy and fuck her till I came deep in her cunt. Her name is Destiny and miss our little rape sessions

When I was 18 my boyfriend took me to a lake with some of his friends. I got tired and didn't feel well so I went and laid down inside the cabin we were supposed to stay in. I fell asleep but woke up to a hand sliding in between my legs (I was on my side) I thought it was my bf but I turned around and stared directly into the eyes of a 55+ gentleman that was the friend of some parents that were there. He bolted into the bathroom immediately. I was scared and confused so I decided to pretend to sleep and wait for him to come back out to see if he would do it again. Sure enough he came out of the bathroom and tried to slide his hand inbetween my legs.. I was awake so I turned over and grabbed his wrist. I stared directly into his eyes and told him to leave me the fuck alone. I ended up telling my bf and his parents and they made the guy leave. Turns out he just was released from prison. (not sure what for) Ever since this happened I have been deeply turned on by rape, especially sleep or drugged rape. I also get hot for incest and public humiliation. I can only assume that this is the result of that experience.. but the idea of a helpless victim being taken advantage of makes me so wet. I even fantasize about it while my new boyfriend pleasures me almost 8 years later.

I have a confession. I'm a 18 year old male and I fantasize about being raped by a bunch of big black men. I want a bunch of black men to break into my house at night when I am sleeping and then they start to rape me. then they kidnap me and make me there sex slave for the rest of my life. what do you think about my fantasize. leave comments and send me pics of your cocks.

Sculpting An Ice Queen
Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabbot sat at the bar in a sports bar named Brad's with a distinct Bradley Cooper theme. She had read an article about the place and thought it was perfect to hunt for a man. It wasn't one of her local haunts, or a place she frequents with coworkers; rather no one here knew her reputation as the ice queen. In college she was so focused determined to become a lawyer who put the scumbags away, she missed out on all the debauchery common to college students. And work kept her very busy, so busy that she was 34 years old when words like, "When are you going to take time out to build a family?" began to take effect. Sure she dated whenever she could, and was by no means any virgin, but her last relationship last three months and that was back when she was 32.
Now she was one month past 40, sitting in what had become a gay bar since the end of football season, remembering the girl’s night out she had last month with coworkers.
First Det. Amanda Rollins, the newest officer assigned to the special victims unit. She's a natural blonde originally from Georgia with a mouth that shoots just as straight as her gun.
Second was Dr. Melinda Warner,the medical examiner. Warner often works with Manhattan's Special Victims Unit by providing the detectives with forensic evidence to support their cases. She was a doctor in the United States Air Force, and served two tours of duty at Ramstein Air Base during the Gulf War before she began work as a medical examiner in NYC.
Lastly was Det. Olivia Benson, Sergeant of the SVU. Her dark hair and dark eyes match her often dark mood.
Alex was lean and worked very hard to maintain a body that would make swimsuit models green with envy. She also spent hundreds of dollars keeping her hair blonde and straight. She was smart, she could take a good joke, she like sports even, but couldn't land a man. Why? This is what she asked her friends that night.
"I dunno," Rollins murmured looking for support, for a way to sugar coat it, "nine times outta ten, when a man finds out what I do for a livin'," she paused to sip her Miller Genuine Draft beer, "they're either scared out of their minds, or so aroused it sickens me."
Benson weighed in with her normal banalities, that have been told to her so many times over. "There are other fish in the sea, there's someone for everyone, everyone has cold spells…” etc.
But Alex wasn't trying to hear that, not that night. Then Warner said what they'd all been thinking for the last six years.
"Alex, we love you but honey, it's hard to find a man when you don't make the time. There are 168 hours in every given week, now if you work 50, sleep 56, and exercise 7 that only leaves 55." before Alex could continue Warner held up her sex on the beach neat to stop her before continuing
"Minus 7 hours for meals, another seven for shopping, travel, and hair."
Alex had to chime in, "41 hours a week left, plenty of time."
But Warner continued, "Yes, but given the fact you don't date on work nights, 36 of those hours are wiped out. How can you expect to make a relationship work if you can only invest five hours a week to it?"
Those words still haunt Alex, so she decided to, put herself back out there, patronizing a different bar every Saturday night since, with no success.

The next Monday was routine, but Tuesday she had an interview with a member of the Armenian Mob. Goran Jubale was awaiting trial for his hand in a double homicide. He came to SVU attention when the local Armenian Mob was brought down due to increased attention to the human trafficking problem. The head of the Mob, Barka "The Dagger" Karyo was anticipating Goran to fall on his sword for the mob. Cabbot expected that was what this meeting was about.

The first thing Cabbot noticed was his attorney was not present. The second thing she noticed was beneath his rugged good looks, was a handsome young man. She instantly regretted wearing a skirt, and sought to end this as quickly a possible.
"So, Mister Jubale, I take it you're here to confess to all the crimes committed by your boss Barka Karyo?"
"Nope." He replied in clear, but accented English,
"I was arrested first, and it's expected of me to do so, but this I cannot do." Alex straightened her glasses and replied,
"Then why am I here?" to which he smiled, the kind of smile that let's one get away with wrecking your car, and said, "I'm here to offer you a full confession in exchange..."
"In exchange for immunity? leniency? deportation? In case you forgot we've got you for murder." Alex cut him off because she noticed how he leered at her. He was unfazed,
"Nothing so...selfish. When I spoke to the SVU detectives they informed me most of the girls, either taken or brought in are hooked on drugs or raped if not both! This could easily have been my sister, my daughter! No Ms. Cabbot, all I ask for in exchange is that you share the little death with me."

Taken aback, Alex asked him to clarify, despite the fact there was no need. Goran responded as though something was lost in translation, "Share the orgasm with me and you'll get your confession." The ethical and moral obligations race through her mind. It took her 47 seconds to respond with, "You're hardly in any position to negotiate."
But that damn smile again followed by, "True, at some point I'll either be deported or executed. I also know that someone in the mob gave many girls the clap that I do not have. Your ‘em eee’ Warner will confirm this. I also know who in the mob did, for I took him to get it cleared up. I know which hospital he used and which alias he checked in under. You can get this child rapist of the streets. Is what I ask all that unappealing? It's not like I could escape during the act, I'm handcuffed to this chair. There are no eyes or ears in this room, client privilege and all. The only persons who would know is me and you."

Alex looked at the door then back at Goran, and felt her panties moisten at the thought. First she took off her heels and approached him, there was an overt bulge on his inner right thigh. Before she realized it she was running a finger across her lips; and he was smiling that damn smile again. The kind of smile a child gives you when they flushed your passport down the toilet. Before her rational mind could scream at her, she was helping him out of his orange jumpsuit, pulling down his white briefs, to reveal what she wanted. A 22 cm uncircumcised cock with a lion's mane of dark pubic hair, throbbing in the air, a droplet of pre-cum seeping from the tip. First she sheepishly stroked the cock like it was her first time with one, then it was in her mouth. Just the head at first, Alex was intimidated by the thickness of it. It reminded her of a certain cock she encountered in college but that is a tale for another day.

Goran's grunt when her tongue found it's way under his hood gave alex encouragement to increase speed and depth. Soon his grunts and moans were muted by her slurping noises. she felt him tense up as she deep throated him, getting her nose to his wild pubic mound. She held it there for three seconds then slowly took her mouth off of it. Goran's expression and heavy breathing suggested despite his good looks, he hadn't been laid in quite some time. She took his balls into her mouth though they were hairier then she would have normally liked, as she took off her lavender panties and fingered her oozing hair cunt. Goran shifted in his chair as best he could to expose his anus to Alex, into which went her left middle finger as her mouth and right hand attacked the cock again, with noisy rabid strokes, intending to make him cum. But he didn't, not even when she added her ring finger to his ass. Finally she stopped, stood, and hiked her skirt up to her waist revealing the thick black bush that proved Alex dyed her hair on a weekly basis. She hesitated at the sight of the small puddle her pussy left on the concrete floor, then mounted him. She slowly inserted the cock into her snatch and nearly came. Her strokes started slow, giving her pussy time to stretch around the cock, and when she felt comfortable with began to go faster and harder. Like a woman fucking what may be her last dick ever she was grinding on him, trying to fuck every square cm of his prick. Her moans became loud and louder as the sound of their thighs slapping together muted his grunts and non-English words of encouragement. Her daily workouts were finally paying off. Somewhere in a string of broken English Goran informed her he was about to cum. Alex adroitly hopped of the cock and had it back in her mouth, right hand pumping furiously on the veiny shaft. Just as she was thinking, "My pussy tastes good..." he exploded into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much of it and it spilled out of her mouth onto his untamed pubic hair. She pushed Goran's chair onto it's back and lowered her cunt onto Goran's mouth. He sucked her clit with a skill and passion that no man or woman had ever used on her before. Her moans were so loud that Alex had to cover her mouth with her hands, which made it difficult to balance. She came so hard there was an audible splash on the floor. Goran began coughing and choking on the amount of pussy juice that rushed into his mouth, but he recovered. It took Alex nine minutes to gather the strength to upright Goran and redress. his face glistening with her love juices, his cock growing hard and erect again. She stroked it with her hands and smiled.
"I may need to take a statement from you once or twice a week." She said.

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I want someone to fuck me while I'm asleep... fondle my tits, play with my pussy and fuck me hard while I scream for them to stop. I want to be "raped" in my sleep, is there something wrong with me?

I confess that ive always been perverted and have loved being a huge man slut ever since i lost my virginity at 14 to my best friends slutty drunk BBW mom ANALY while she was passed out!
Because of it i have an obsession with thick women and nothing turns me on more than eating out a BBW front and back>:)(i love eating a bent over asshole between licking thick thighs while slapping open her fat ass!) ever since(im 20 now) ive used quite a few sluts even gotten lucky with hot older girls id marry, but my best sex has always been from fucking the cute chubby ones.. who tend to appreciate and be very giving and if ur lucky, a lotta them are into anal. i am 20 now, ill start by saying ive had plenty of sexual experiences. im so perverted i admitive degrated myself for sex(especially after i tryed harder drugs for the sexual atmosphere), ive gangbanged old milf sluts with strangers, ive even sucked cock for my dealer after he let me finger his passed out wife(just got to do that a few times before he got deported but i had a lotta fun there if u wanna hear about that whore) anyways, no shame when ur a pervert, when i was 16 i had a quicky with a homeless slut for $5. i felt bad but liked it at the end. a friend and i were trying to pay a bum to buy us a porn magazine, and the 1st black crackhead we asked laughed and said shed get us laid for our money and took us to a corner in a quiet parking lot. we actually let her suck us off one by one around the corner behind cars while one looked out. she took out her tits and made us touch her and let us suck on them which i did only for like 2 seconds before i felt like throwing up. she got on her knees and jerked me off fast while my friend looked out. we switched back n forth cuz we woulndt cum, we were nervous. she got a little impatient when we wouldnt cum after 10 mins and kept taking out her fat saggy tits and made us touch them. she tryed to titty fuck him and bent over lifting up her dress telling me to fuck her, but we had no condom and i already wanted to leave and felt dirty and ashamed. she let him pull her hair up and down and eventually came on her tits..i grabbed her ass and smacked it open while she deepthroated and finally nutted she woulnt swallow but i came on her face and rubbed clean on her fat lips. we tryed finding her again but never came across her.
Anyways ill start with my best friend as a kid, Randy.I had been pretty close to him. We would watch porn videos we'd find and at one point we were even experimenting with eachother. as we got older we found out a lot about sex and use to make the kids in the building play with us and we'd sometimes watch porn acting like we knew everything that went on. being older we'd wrestle girls and get them to do things usually suck us off and when they wouldnt want to we'd blindfold them even bullied them into doing it. sometimes we'd feel up on asses and even hump them and act like we were "riding horses" sometimes wed get them to take their pants off without making a scene and we'd grab and jerk off on them. Randy lived alone with his single mom. She was fat BBW latina slut and she always brought guys home. she came out the shower topless a lot and act surprised even tho she knew i was over. i liked her fat tits and when we were younger me AND Randy would peep outside her window and see her have sex. She liked to go out and dress skimpy and she always brought guys home. we knew she fucked all of them. she was a screamer and always yelled. Apart from being loud she was always getting drunk, sometimes in the living room with US present practically getting fucked right behind us. she gave friends head while we were in the same room sometimes covered under a blanket to play it off. I know Randy hated it but i admit i tryed to peak whenever possible.The thought of her being used turned me on and i jerked off to her all the time. they kept dirty laundry in the bathroom so id spend an hour in there sniffing and licking her thongs and cuming in them. The first time i touched her in her sleep she was on the couch barefoot and i jacked off licking her toes. I started going all the time, trying to catch her being slutty and ocasionally going thru her underwear. Randy didnt care hed let me watch her sleep and when she came from clubbing she usually fell asleep half buzzed on the couch wearing her slutty outfits and hed let me touch her as long as she didnt wake. she always took off her bra so id usually get to see tits seeing she was a heavy sleeper i got around to sucking her fat nipples if she was dressed for it.when shed wear heels id suck her toes and cum on her feet, and occasionally shed fall face down and id get to lick her legs to ass. pulling up her skirt a little more everytime. her big round ass turned me on most and id fantasize about seeing her get flipped over ass up and fucked bent over from behind. Once me AND Randy walked in on her on all 4s giving head naked, her bf was opening her asshole right at us, slapping her ass loudly they didnt even notice we saw. We walked out quick and walked around somewhere and didnt talk about it but DAAAM i will never forget that ass. One night she came home so drunk a guy was dragging her into her room ignoring the fact that we were there she was falling drooling and her shirt was ripped and stretched so her tits were out. the guy locked the door and came out like 30 mins later..after he left Randy went to check on her and she was asleep face down naked. He said she was drunk and acted like no big deal, but i he saw what i saw..her ass and back was red and beaten,her shirt was hanging off ripped and her hair was super messed up. i knew she was passed out and pretty sure she was raped she had bite marks on her ass and was bleeding some scratches. he let me touch her a little and watched tv while i came out.. i touched softly to see if shed wake but after a while smacking her ass i saw she was out. i locked the door to be sure and took off my pants. i was sooo turned on i had a naked woman to myself. i smacked her ass harder liking that it was red and beaten. i rubbed her inner thighs all the way up and felt weird she super wet. i felt around puttting my hand all the way in while i left hickies on her ass cheeks. i was sucking and biting her everywhere i even slapped her in the face and made out with her a bit. Randy was telling me to hurry up and i made him wait 5 more minutes and locked the door. i took off my pants and jerked off in her mouth rubbing her wet lips while i fingered her ass. i wanted to try n have sex but she was face down so i was gonna cum on her face but feeling how 3 fingers easily went in and out of her ass i licked herr asshole some more then got on top of her. i slapped her ass rubbing my dick between her cheeks till i was hard enough it slipped in. i felt soooo good to be in her wet hot asshole i slappped her some more and pulled her hair hard till i came in her ass. i never told Randy all that and i got to play with her till they moved out later

Well, I'm going to confess to you about my terrible nylon fetish, you can read this if it turns you on because this is completely true. I didn't really mean to, but I've ended up writing a lot including about the time I was raped. So, if this shit turns you on, read on, but if you're fantasising about it I don't want to know because this did happen to me and it is painful to think about.

I'm a straight male teen, but I really want some nylons to wear. I hate how my body is starting to bulk and become more triangular, I also hate my bodily hair but don't want to shave it off or i'll be made fun of. I love having long legs and want to "neutral" looking slim body for a while but can't. I actually detest the male body, including my own, which is probably the explanation for my nylon fetish.

I really want to get some new nylons, but I'm too embarrassed to buy them from a store and my mail is always intercepted before it gets to me so I can't get anything online. I hate it, the ones I have no are ripped and stretched too much and stained and don't look sexy at all. I'm considering going out of town to buy nylons and just gritting my teeth about the embarrassment.

Despite all this, I don't actually like having this fetish at all. It possesses me, I have an alter ego. I call her Jess. Jess comes out when wear nylons, or sometimes, if I smoke cannabis, I become jess for real and put on a girls voice and act very girly.

I have this terrible nylon fetish. I think I have it for these reasons:
- Both of my old sisters (12 and 15 years older than me) used to carry me around on their feet when I was little, often whilst they wore nylon. I'd straddle their feet and they would "walk" with me. I used to love the feel of their nylon. I was a strange child, I remember being 6 or 7 and writing on a board in my room about wanting to have sex with a girl in my class, and how embarrassed I was when my sister read it and then would tease me about it. I can remember one time when I was about 7, I went into my sisters bedroom when I couldn't sleep and got into the younger of my two sisters beds and began cuddling her because I wanted sex, she must have been about 16 at the time. I kissed her on the cheek a few times and put my arms around her chest telling her I was cold. Nothing happened, she just acted innocently and carried me back to my bed, sat and talked to me for a while about general stuff (i don't remember what, nothing exciting) and then gave me one of the blankets from her bed.

- I used to steal their nylons, and got caught several times. I was always told they were not for boys, and that made them strictly taboo, and therefore more exciting. When asked why I couldn't describe why, I just said "they feel nice" and that was probably all I knew, because I didn't know much about sexual feelings at all.

- I don't find men attractive. I hate the male body, including my own. I think this is probably because when I was 8, I got molested by a 13 year old boy.

I've never told anyone this in real life, but I've posted it on here a few times. This is a genuine story and I'm not getting a kick out of writing this, it's a confession, coming from one fucked up person, so you can get a look into my physce and maybe understand why I'm in the dark corners of the internet. This boy was an older brother of a friend at school. Basically, I used to see his younger brother a lot as we were close friends and he would come to my house often, nothing gay we were just friends. During the summer I had a pool in my garden and he and his older brother came round.

Well, it was warm and we were in swim shorts, and the younger brother went to the toilet inside the house. This left me and his older brother in the garden shed (it's like a summer house) with his brother and he started telling me all these secrets that his brother and had told him about me. Petty stuff, like which girls I fancied, what trouble I had been in at school - he never knew about the nylons.

This boy picked up hammer that was in the shed and then threatened me to suck his cock. He never actually hit me, and that's what I'm ashamed of, but I was young and intimidated he was overwhelming me with blackmailed. This boy rolled down his trousers and told me to suck his dick unless he wanted everyone to know my secrets. I said I didn't want to and he started shouting at me. I was in the corner of the room and I did it. I didn't cry, I didn't feel anything, I just did it. I remember that taste, it didn't feel erotic at all, it just kind of felt like a finger. I didn't pull his foreskin back and he was still flaccid or maybe a semi. He didn't cum, and only did it 3 or 4 times. Maybe I was really bad at pleasing him, or maybe he came to his senses, or maybe he was interrupted. I don't remember everything, but he laughed at me and left and said don't tell anyone about this or I'll tell everyone you're gay for sucking a cock.

He stood there laughing and then walked out the garden. I was about to burst into tears and his brother returned and asked me what happened. I said nothing happened. He really wanted to know and I just yelled at him to get lost. He and his brother left.

I really hate that guy. He got away with violating me. He's made me question my sexuality for years and he's fucked me up emotionally. What else is very annoying, is he has a beautiful, absolutely stunning, girlfriend who's 4 years younger than him.

There is no karma is this world. He's got a beautiful girlfriend, while I'm a fucking creep with trust issues, sulking in the corner of the internet, questioning my own sexuality because he ruined my childhood. I've tried to kill myself many times, and considered finding a way to take him with me, but I've never had the guts to do any of it.

I struggle to trust anyone and I hate the male phesque. It makes me question my whole sexuality because of that. Basically, I want to be a girl because I hate men, including myself. The only way I feel femine and happy is with nylon. It lets me escape who I am and I become someone else.

I have considered what it I would need to have a sex change multiple times. I don't feel like I'm close to any of my family members (not even my sisters any more, they moved out when I was about 10 and I barely see them. They probably couldn't wait to get away from me). I often think though when my parents die, I'd have a sex change. However, being exceptionally tall at approximately 6ft 4, I'd hardly pass for female.

I really don't know what I should do. I guess this is just a confession rather than a question. I full expect a bunch of perverts with no morals at all to come troll me now or to call me a fag or gay. I'd rather you didn't, but hey this is the internet and I can't physically stop you, but maybe you'd understand why I am this way.

To nearly everyone, I'm a straight attractive slim tall male who does ok in society. No one knows about my dark secrets. I don't act gay or camp, or look female at all.

m a married man with a sub par sex life, I know jon the club right. It had been had been almost a month since the last time I fucked my wife. She went to sleep before I did tonight after turning down my sexual advances. I have seen and heard so many stories about guys fucking sleeping women, I figuredI could try at least. I grabbed some silicone lube, put a coup drops on my hard cock as spread it out. I curled up and lightly spooned her, she stirred a bit as I slipped between her ass cheeks. She asked me to rub her back. I guess she is a light sleeper. I rubbed her shoulders a little more using them as leverage. She started k moaning so I left her on her side and got on my knees. I started pushing into her pussy add it was so wet. I was basically raping her and she loved it. I think this opens a new stage in our relationship. I wonder adhere thus road will take us.

I am a 19 year old cunt. It's no nut november. Although I don't have a cock, I've taken part in the challenge and haved denied myself orgasms through this entire month. It's driving me cock crazy. I'm so horny and I've been edging myself endlessly, shoving stuff into my ass and cunt, watching disgusting porn. It's like I'm in heat. I don't know if I can make it much longer. I wanna be painfully raped in the ass, causing me to bleed out. I want a disgusting unwashed hairy male asshole in my face, to lick and to be farted/shit on. I wanna be punched and bit and hurt. I went to starbucks with a butt plug up my ass. I went to sleep with a jumbo bubble wand up my cunt. I want horrible people to rape my asshole and throat. I wouldn't even report it. 

This is my niece, Doreen, and she's also my employee.
Saturday night we attended a birthday party for a co-worker and Doreen got herself rather drunk.

We left early because she was past her tolerance and on the drive home she begged to stay at my place so her mom wouldn't know how drunk she got. I agree because that's what good uncles are for, I guess.

But on the way to my place she started telling me how horny she was and how she's always wanted me to fuck her. I played it hesitant because I don't trust women, especially young drunk women. Due to this mistrust I snuck my phone into the cup holder and started recording what she was saying (no, I'm not going to share it.)

Because I was hesitant she started bargaining. She was telling me how she would eat my cum, that she'd do me whenever I want, that I could be her "daddy..." From here her offers became more graphic, but now she had lifted up her dress and was working herself even while becoming more pleading ti the point of begging.

My own tensions were building up because at this point it was clear that she wasn't just kidding around. It probably didn't help that my hesitance became less insistent as this went on. At one point, though, I almost burst out laughing. I know she meant to say, "You can fuck me up my ass," but because she was no closer to sobriety yet it came out as, "You can fuck up my ass."

Anyhow, we got back to my house and while I was helping her inside she was muttering things like, "I love it when you rape me daddy, please rape me some more," and so on.

By the time I got her to the spare bedroom up stairs she was out cold. Yes, I checked, and her panties were soaked through. I admit I played with her nipples for a bit, but ultimately I just let her sleep it off and took her home Sunday afternoon once she was presentable.

However, tomorrow I'm going to arrange for her and I to be the last ones out of work. I'm going to show her the video from my phone and see what happens from there. If it all goes according to plan, then I'll have a new toy.

I confess I am going to rape some girls this summer.

Im sick of their fucking attitude always treating me differently and the bs they say behind my back.

This one is batshit insane thinks she can see ghosts and is possesed on a weekly basis. Gets angry at nothing and is a fucking whore. Ive masterbated into her panties so many times ive even worn them while jacking off and cumming into her bras and swim suits. I love cumming right where her cunt sits in the sexy ones she wares for boys but 99& of the time she doesn't ware any panties.

She likes alcohol a lot so that is how im going to do it, ive been DIY distilling store bought alcohol mainly clear vodka my goal is to get a really high proof alcohol and make a fruity drink that covers up the true amount of alcohol in it. Half way through the night I will start making them for people but hers will be made with the concentrated alcohol.

After she is so drunk she goes to bed what she does after a good amount I will sneak in and sleep test her to see how far gone she is and if need be pour more alcohol down her throut but 100% concentrated undiluted alcohol.

Once I know shes out I am going to take pictures of her nude but the head. Then I am going to lay her over the edge of the bed and fuck her throat. After its good and lubed up im going to have some fun with her slutty pussy stopping to put it back in her dirty mouth every now and then.

After ive bored with her pussy I am going to play with her asshole she has an "EXIT ONLY" Policy im going to enjoy throughly violating I may even take some pix and video to enjoy until I can do it again. I will be gentle geting it in as I don't want to damage her but once shes broke in its going to get rough I may even need to take a break to force more alcohol into her so she doesn't wake up halfway through the hardest assfuck she will ever get.

Once I am ready to blow im going make her do ass to mouth something she'd never do and ram my cock all the way down and hold it there until I finish choking her on my sperm.

Ill clean her up and pour some liquid laxitive down her thoat when im done so she will hopefully shit herself or spend all the next day on the toilet shitting her brains out so she won't question why her ass hurts so bad.

I hope she pukes alot to so she doesn't questions the taste of shit in her mouth either.

She will be my trial victim if she doesn't figure out she was raped I plan on repeating the process with some of her cute friends most of which are as stuck up and bitchy as she is, one of her friends doesn't suck dick or take it in the ass ontop of that she has B cup tits too small for a tit fuck and isn't above a 4 in the looks dept. I would enjoy butt raping her due to past issues.

Then theres the smoken red head tall nice legs pornstar ass C cup tits that could be fun to fuck and she has the most beautiful shade of green eyes. I doubt id have to make this one pass out as long as she was drunk enough and she thinks ive had as much she doesn't know I don't drink alcohol at all.

The raw honest truth I would love to be a serial rapeist but can't lack of motive is one the only girls I want to rape are ones ive known long enough to think someone should rape them because of how they act.

My mother used to take trazadone on top of ambien to sleep. Nothing could wake her for at least two hours. I was able to come home from college almost every weekend. I would wait for her to fall asleep, strip completely naked and masturbate laying next to her in bed. One of the many benefits of being an only child to a single mom who had me at 18. I was 19-20 then and she looked damn good for being almost 40. During the summer she would wear nothing more than a t-shirt to bed. I could pull back the covers and her nicely groomed pussy would be in full view. I could position her hands to make it look like she was masturbating and take polaroids. Sometimes I would jerk off while fingering her. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I was scared she would wake up or be able to tell when she did. I loved to plug her nose so she'd have to breathe through her mouth. I never ejaculated in her mouth, but dripped a fair amount of pre-cum on her tongue. I'd rub my fingers on her lips after they'd been in her pussy. Two or three times if I knew she had showered, I waited till she was nearly out and told her she forgot her medication and give her another ambien. I knew I was safe for a while, but could only bring myself to eat her out. I had a shit ton of polaroids until a girlfriend of mine found some of them. Luckily there was nothing that identified who it was. I told her it was an old girlfriend of mine and forgot I had them. She asked how old the girl was. I told her I was 20 at the time so why did it matter. She said it looked like she was older and thought it would be hot to roll-play an age difference either way. I said she couldn't tell anyone and I would deny it if she did. I told her it was one weekend when one of my mother's stayed with us. They had been out drinking that night and my mom was passed out in the bed. She just got out of the tub and walked to the kitchen in only a towel. Not seeing me in the living room she mumbled aloud "Carol (my mom) if only your son was home". Joking with her I said "you'd what". She turned beet red. She aid she didn't know I was there, and that my mom would be pissed if she heard that. I asked her again if I was home what? I told my girlfriend the woman walked into the living room, dropped her towel to the floor and said to me... tell your mom and I'll say you raped me in my sleep. I pulled my cock out and pressed it against her and said....promise. I told my girlfriend that she had me tie her up and do whatever I wanted to her, that's how I got the pictures.

Getting excited to fuck my gf in her sleep. It Was her idea, she has a low sex drive and thought that might be a way to keep us both happy. I might even record it if she lets me, but it might take a bit to talk her into that. Also why did my earlier post get deleted? Other topics are about rape and incest, I'm not breaking any rules at all, just want to talk about it and maybe get advice from other guys who have done it.

I confess that I stayed over at a girl who I knows house.
During the night I got quite bored as I could not sleep, so I started to fool around with her tits as she slept.
Eventually her body started feeling it, allowing me to move her legs apart.
I finally worked up the balls to do it, and I slowly move into position and started to slowly fuck her.
I was so worried that she would wake up and find me raping her that I came in 10 minuets.
Sadly I regret three things about that night
1) That I did it to one of my best friends
2)I still get hard a few years later thinking about it
3)I pulled out to cum, to this day I wish I'd went in as deep as I could to cum.
The next day she hinted that she knew what I did, but we act like nothing happened.

A few months ago, aka about 2 years from the first incident, I almost did it again.
This time however my girlfriend (who was still my girlfriend during the first time)was laying right next to me, I was in between them both awkwardly on a sofa.
So the second time instead of fucking her I played with her ass and tits for about an hour, then fingered her (while i did she moaned stop in her sleep, this made me do it harder)
After she had moaned stop, I started to pinch her nipples as hard as I could, actually trying to cause them bruising/damage, I would have bit them as hard as I could but I could not get into a position to do so without waking my girlfriend.

Please tell me you'r opinions on what I have done
P.S Almost every day I touch the friend inappropriately, she always gets annoyed and tells me to stop or blocks my hand, but almost half heartedly knowing I'm going to try it again anyway.

i confess i just recently broke up with my husband but I have been fucking other people the whole time we have been married... other married guys, guys that thought i was single, guys i actually pretended to date, most recently i fucked a guy in the parking lot of a walmart that i met on craigslist & a few weeks later my best friends brother. he doesn't know any of this but now that our relationship is over i want to tell him just because. i have absolutely no remorse about any of it... i even want to sleep with his best friend before i leave the state but cant see a way to get to him now. i am already planning on the guys i want to fuck when i get out of here...my exhusband was so boring i even asked for anal and he would not do it loser! i have fantasies about being raped and liking it and i constantly want to have sex with random strangers and never talk to them again.

http://www.mirror.co.uk/tv/tv-news/woman-reveals-raped-sleep-over-4977362

I have a "rape" fantasy and i told my girlfriend about it and she really likes pleasing me so we talked, and asked if i was down with role playing... i said no. it would have to be with a random girl who was unwilling to have sex. then, she said well, what if i were asleep? could you fuck me then and be closer to your fantasy? i said yea.

so, ive tried a few times to fuck her in her sleep but she wakes up mid way.. nothing wrong with that but i want to go all the way and cum without her knowing i fucked her that night... any suggestions on "knocking her out"?

Not gonna lie but I am actually proud of what I am about to admit.

For years I have fancied my mum in law ok starting to show her age a bit now but still a hot piece of cunt natural redhead and a fine body looks after herself non smoker veggie etc.

So for years I have done the usual perv things smelling her used undies etc but finally went a route a lot of you on here will probably judge me for I drugged and raped her

To be fair it is her fault she had asked me to help her move a few things in her house and the wife went shopping with her friend faand ther in law at the pub so we were alone to work away anyway about halfway though helping her we were in the attic and she had went into basically a crawlspace and was backing out and her skirt caught on something I think a bit jutting out of the hotwater tank and pulled it up so for first time ever I got to see her undies in situ so to speak and yes I was very impressed better view than dare I say it my wife .

After she struggled a bit I was amazed she called me for help so up close I could see though her undies she still had a nice full redbush and beautiful pussyflaps and as I was mere inches from her even managed to catch a whiff of her pussy scent .

After helping I slipped to the toilet for a wank but didn't help much rest of the day was a hardship horny as hell and nowhere to stick it I was glad we finished and she said she was tired and was going to lie down after pouring me a drink and having herself a herbal tea to relax herself afyer a hectic day.

Whllst sitting drinking she got up and went upstairs leaving her cup sitting so when the thought crossed my mind to stick a few sleeping tablets in her tea I opened med cupboard found a pack stuck 4 in and not a moment too soon she was back

After a while she said she was away to lie down for a bit then about half an hour later I sneaked up to peek on her and she was out cold and at this point I decided to see if I could get a sneaky peek at her cunt so went over to the bed and after a gentle shake she didn't stir so I pulled the quilt back and joy of joys she was sleeping in his her underwear so after another shake she groaned a bit but didn't wake I really got carried away

So I opened her legs and pulled her undies to the side and enjoyed the view for mere seconds till the inner voice said to touch it so byond a touch I reached over and at first rubbed up and down her flaps tugged her pubes and yet she slept so before I knew I was doing it I had worked my finger in and started to finger her and at this point her body betrayed her and she started to juice up and going with the flow I leaned in and started to lick her the taste the smell were driving me nuts and my cock I could have used to knock down a wall I was dry thrusting the air and it was this point I could have walked away but no chance I took a gamble and went for it

First I tried to make sure she was still out gave her tits a hard squeeze chewed her flaps and bar groaning she remained sleeping and I knew I couldn't deny my cock his entitlement so after moving her to a better postion I at first rubbed my warhead over her flaps and started to rest him against her vagina opening poking in an inch taking out then eventually slid him in as far as I could and yet she still slept but her body still betrayed her seemed to respond pussy muscles clenching and relaxing clenching again and her whole body seemed to rock off its own free will and when I started to pump definity her body worked with it and before I knew it I was ready to cum and as she has been though the menopause I just blew my load in her

So what next well after cumming I flipped her bra up and sucked on her nipples for a while then put her back as she had been and as a finale put my spunky semi hard cock in her mouth then left and went down to watch tv she eventually woke up after my wife came back and showed no signs off anything even thanked me for helping her only sign anything amiss she was surprised how tired she had been lol

anyway thanks for letting me get this off my chest hell letting me boast nothing else to say bar goodbye

Something I never told a soul!!!
This was 6 yrs ago and I was 34, I went to a pool party with a friend over at a house I had never been to before, cool house, nice people my age, we got toasted quick on mixed drinks, I don’t drink mixed drinks often and it was Thursday night so tomorrow was a work day also, my Pal got drunk and had left me at this house and I remember the Guy that lived there took me in to his sofa where i crashed, About 3am i woke up and this chick was on her knees touching my cock, beside her was another chick hunched down, i got so hard it was throbbing like crazy, i rolled over on my side facing them still pretending to be asleep, she had let go of it but she started back stroking me, I laid there stiff with a throbbing cock for about ten minuets until one of them put their mouth on it, she kissed it then dared the other one to>>> also, they took turns sucking me never long enough for me to blow a hot load in there mouths but they wasn’t finished with me, by now i had slowly rolled over back onto my back and they where still taking turns sucking me little sucks each time, i could hear them whispering from time to time but it was honestly so damned dark i couldn’t see anything in that room, i couldn’t remember who all was at the party that might have stayed over, i know we all were pretty dam lit though, Well one of them stood up and backed her ass up over my cock, she rubbed my cock in her crouch a few strokes and i could tell it was like touching a brillow pad, she hadn’t ever shaved that thing i would say, then it was the other ones turn and she seemed to have more of a problem getting up over it so i kind of turned over on my side a >>>little but as i did they stopped again, i thought they where going out of the room but they only checked the hall to see if anyone was up and eased the door closed more, they returned and one lifted my cock to her pussy, she rubbed it back and forth then she tried to put it inside her tight pussy hole, 4 or 5 times she slowlyyyyy pressed backwards on it and it just didn’t seem to want to go in, the next girl did the same thing except longer it seemed and as she was pressing back on it i was getting that much harder and throbbing like crazy man,>>> the one girl had gone out of the room and returned in seconds with what felt like the coldest freaking lotion ever created by man, they whispered and I herd click, then a squirt sound and her hand full of lotion was on my cock, hell I had to jerk it was so cold and instantly they froze and didn’t make a sound, slowly she reached back for my cock and rubbed the lotion on me, then one held my cock upright and the other one with her arms extended back behind herself leaned over me and positioned her ass above my cock, my cock was being guided in her ass I thought but she >>>brought one hand back and took my cock from the other girl and guided it to her pussy hole, she went down just a little and back up quickly then down on it even harder and there was a pause as it went in so slow then kind of “poped” inside, she didn’t move a muscle for a second she just sit there I think to be sure I was still sleeping, then ever so softly I felt her going further down on my throbbing cock, not much I’d say about two inches was all she put inside herself but she did fuck herself with it for a few minuets, god she was so tight and wet, and every stroke she would catch herself with her right arm on the back of the sofa to keep from going to far down I supposed but I was loving it man. Then after a while the other girl wanted to try it, I knew I would have to roll over on my side somehow but she fooled me this time, She got up on the sofa over me still sideways but with her hand on the back of the sofa behind herself and her feet(heels) where on the very edge of the sofa, she equated down over me and with one hand she lifted my cock to meet her tiny pussy, she rubbed the head of it on herself and >>>she tried to push it in, By now there whispering to one another, one is asking the other, is it in? No, is it in now? No! She kept slowly pressing back and down onto my cock, The one on the floor is now holding my cock upwards and the one over my has both her hands on back of the sofa, she pressed down a little and softly but just then her feet (heels) sliped off the sofa edge and she sat downward and “POP” my cock shoved in deep, she sat down on it pretty deep before she could stop herself, I shoved myself forwards to deepen it even more, her hands are now, one on my tummy and one on my leg, She didn’t move, SHE FROZE” my cock is in her all the way down to the hand on my cock and neither one of them are saying a word, slowly she raises up off it just a little then she stopped then back down, she does this a few times and god she is so wet now, I could feel the bottom of her guts hitting my throbbing cock stopping it from going any deeper, after a second or two she kind of rolled off it and the other girl almost shoved her over, she hoped up on me with her hills on the sofa also this time, she guided in in >>>herself and slowly she stroked it in herself, she didn’t go deep but it was in and she was stroking it like she wanted every inch of it, she was so wet and tight, ill never forget how tight they where, I was throbbing hard, stiff, thick, hard, I was going crazy wanting to cum, I didn’t know how long she would ride me, from time to time she would slow down as if to guide my cock upwards more or inwards and up more like she was hitting a spot she loved but I had to do something I wanted to blow a load so bad man and I thought any second she will cum and it would all be over, I took the chance, with my right hand I reached forwards and placed my hand on her crotch, feeling for her clit, she jerked but didn’t get off me, she stopped for a second but when I found her clit among all her pubic hair and softly rubbed it she started riding me again, upwards I would thrust as she came down on me but she would jerk upwards to not allow me in deeper, after two or three times of that I had had enough, I sat up while holding her on my cock, I rolled over with her and placed her up over the arm rest of the sofa, I wasn’t thinking of anything but the madness inside me wanting to release my cum inside her hot tight body, slowly I went>>> inside her, softly as she held her hands on my tummy pushing me backwards but that just drove me to wanting more, I pressed my hands into her shoulders leaning her forwards and crammed my cock as deep as it would go, I forced it in and held in deep, I was motionless with it deep inside her pussy while instantly her legs went stiff and she tried pushing me out of her but as she did I drove it deeper, I wanted to break her open, tare, rip it open, I wanted it all inside her, she managed to turn sideways and flop my cock out of her pussy, she slid out from under me and off onto the floor next to the other girl sitting there who to my “amazement” must have just thought it was her turn and wanted to try it too, I don’t know but I was busting to cum somewhere, she hoped up there and I bent her over, I remember having to raise her gown up over her back but my cock found her hot pussy hole easy enough, I popped it in and slowly stroked her, she too kept her hands back on my tummy but as I leaned her over I secured my feet in the sofa, leaned forwards an grabbed the sofa arm she was leaning over with both my hands, putting her inside my grasp so she couldn’t get off my cock that easy and as I >>>leaned my body against hers I shoved it in, I crammed and crammed it deep and the more she wiggled the more I shoved, with in seconds of it I had to blow, I shoved it deep and upwards once more then I drug it out and laid it between us on her back and my load exploded.. I fell back off her and she jumped up, they both sat there on the floor not saying a word to me, then about that time I heard a alarm clock or something going off, it was loud and not to far away, they hurried out of the room and the alarm quieted down then I heard, “Girls Get UP” I grabbed for my swim shorts but couldn’t find them, I didn’t know if I had removed them or if they had but I did find a blanket or throw, I covered myself and listened to the chatter coming from the hall. We’re up Mom!! Then water came on from the bathroom, it seemed like 30 minutes went by and now day light is coming in this little window near the end of the sofa, I smell coffee brewing and people talking, I hear a truck start up and drive off. Im on this leather sofa to short for anyone to be sleeping on but I can tell its leather because I am sticking to it and what ever was used as lotion, plus the cum was sticking me to it, I didn’t hear and sounds from the>>> home now and thought I better get up and run to the bathroom and get dressed, well as I flipped the bathroom light on I was shocked to see I was covered in blood from my chest to my knees, it was a total mess, I found a wash cloth and cleaned myself up as best I could standing at the vanity, as I wiped off with the hot water and thought of the tight fucks I had just enjoyed my cock started to rise again, then beside me I hear a faint tap on the door and the door opened a little, Hey Eddie, here is a towel for you hun and some coffees ready, Oh thank you very much I said as I reached round to take it there stood this blonde Princess with her eyes focused on my cock, slowly to took it from her hands and layed it on the vanity beside me as I washed off, I made sure she could watch me and I even stroke myself more just in case she was watching me through the cracked open door, wow she was pretty I thought to myself, I wonder witch one she was I rammed it in, the first one or second one that seemed to take it better.>>> I raped the towel round me and steped back into the living room and found my shorts (swim trunks) and tee shirt, I looked down at the sofa and oh lord! It was soaked with fucking blood, I snatched my towel off and wiped it up the best I could then went and cleaned off the towel, when I returned to the living room there was this lady, Hi I am Kim, spam wife, Hi I’m Eddie and well I don’t remember much about last night, we both laughed, yeah you got pretty drunk, I think we all did, it was spam birthday and he had to go to work today, Awww that’s to bad I said, Can I use your phone to call for a ride please? No its ok I’ll take you home when your ready Eddie, ok thanks I just live three streets over on --------, ok sure its ok. We talk and laugh about the night’s events and drunkards and I noticed she still had on a swim suit (g-string I think at that point)under her robe, she felt comfortable letting it open up so I could see it, I >>>even said I like your suit, sitting there drinking coffee she lifted her foot up on the chair edge and her right cunt lip poped out of her bottom, I kept looking at it enjoying the view and figured hell ill return the favor to her, because I had noticed her glancing at my package also from time to time, so I slid my hand down towards my cock as we talked, being nonchalant about it I was pressing in on my cock to arouse it up, she glanced at the wall to point out some photos on the wall and as she did I adjusted myself to allow my thickening swelling cock to fall out of my shorts leg, She said that’s my two mean assed kids there and as she looked back at me it was out and I looked over her shoulder at the pictures and there was two very pretty girls pictures hanging there, How old are they I asked? 14 yr old twins she replied with a slow soft voice, I glance back at her and her eyes where fixed on my cock, I still had my hand next to it and I pressed inwards to expose more for her to see, She said yeah they came in last night from a game about 10pm and I think they stayed up all night online chatting because both of them where half asleep this morning and didn’t want to go to school, I just laughed and pretended to be looking off at the photos hanging round the room letting her tell me who the strangers are knowing shes staring at my growing cock as I now have my fingers digging in it exposing it more and more as it hardens, she gets up and says come in the living room and ill show you my twin sister also, ok we go in >>>there, I sit on the sofa facing her with my leg jacked open and she does the same to me except our knees are touching and her robe is fully opened showing her full breast in that skinny swim suit, I often glance at her boobs to let her know i am looking while I held my coffee in one hand and cock in the other, She points out people on the walls and gives me the story behind their lives, And this one behind me she says, as she turns her back to me and gets up on one knee leaning over the sofa arm to touch a photo hanging on the wall, she had to know her robe rose up her back exposing her firm ass with that g-string on up in it so nicely, There was this huge wet spot on the sofa from her ass so I figured what that fuck I am almost sure she wants too, I reach out and touch her ass, nice tan line I say then setting my coffee down and putting both hands on her ass she didn’t say a word she just leaned forwards a little while I touched her body, I rubbed her clit and felt how wet she was, she was so Horney she was >>>dripping wet, I slod the g-string off then down past her knees and she removed it, I spread her leg and ran my toung up her virginal opening so soft and slow, every lick she would jerk and twitch as if she where already about to explode, I wanted to see this hot body of hers, I turned her round and removed her top, wow those firm tits where so awesome, I laid her back and got down on my knees on the floor, I spread her legs and sucked her pussy like no other had ever touched that shaven tight thing, it didn’t take long until she was begging me to stop for a second, but I didn’t because I knew she was about to bust, I bit her clit once more and her eyes rolled back in her head then she squirted off on my chest and face like nothing I had ever seen, I couldn’t move away fast enough so I got splattered, I didn’t care it was awesome to see her jerking and cuming so hard like that, I’M sorry she say, No its ok I loved it, I’m sorry she said again, my husband hate when I do that, I had already gotten up in front of her and was reaching out to her face, now I just wanted my cock in her mouth to shut her up before she spoiled the moment of passion, she reached down and lifted it up to her mouth, oh my god I love your cock, she >>>kisses it and stretches her lips over it, she sucks it and again stops to tell me how she loves my size and thickness, as she opened her mouth this time I crammed it in the back of her throat enough to gag her, I pulled it out long enough to let her breath then I forced it back deep in her throat, she couldn’t swallow it but I could feel it trying to turn down her throat as I forced it, I fucked her mouth until she hag gaged and vomited on my cock, I spun her around and bent her over the sofa arm and placed the head of it in, I placed both her hands behind her back and held them and slowly started in, after a few strokes I was deep inside her wet pussy and cramming my cock deeper with every stroke, she arched her back lifting her ass up towards me letting me in so I let go of her hands, I held her hips and pounded it harder with each stroke, I pulled out and sat on the sofa letting her sit on it with her ass towards me, she leaned forwards putting her hands on the floor and pounded my cock like a pro, I kept seeing that tiny asshole pull in and then relax, I wet my thumb and softly rubbed it then easeing my thumb up her >>>asshole while she pounded on me, she started jerking again and I knew this bitch was going to blow a load again, I lifted her up over on the sofa arm again bent over and placed my cock on her tight asshole, No wait she says! I’ve never done that, easy please, stop if I say so ok, I leaned back and spit a huge wad of spit on her asshole, pointed my cock down, pressed it in a little then relaxed a second then eased it a little more inwards, forwards she went, I scooted fer forwards against the armrest, crossed her arms behind her back holding them with one hand and placed it on her asshole again, I forced the head in then told her to just relax baby, as she did and raised her ass up a little more as she relaxed I went a little deeper, I knew she couldn’t get off my cock to easy because it had worked earlier that morning with the other two so I leaned forwards over her and with one huge stroke I shoved it in, wow I felt shit being shoved aside as plowed inwards, She screamed and lunged forwards but know where she could go, I grabed her by the back of her neck along with a hand full of hair and shoved her back where I wanted her while relentlessly pounding her asshole driving my cock to the bottom, her legs violently >>>flung straight out and stiffened as I crammed it in then like a fucking mad river she exploded again, she started jerking violently and squirt after gushing squirt she poured out, I went kind of crazy myself as I shoved it in and with one last hard slam I shot of deep in her tight asshole, I just held it in her till she went limp and stopped moving, so relaxed, the whole room smelled like cum and shit mixed, I released her and she slowly turned round to kiss me, we fell to the sofa kissing and relaxing, we where both soaked, we held each other for a moment or two without even a word, it was awesome, the best sex of my life, the best day of my life, She said, oh my God I am so glad you came to the party can we please stay in touch and see each other sometimes, sure I would love that if we could, we kiss again and I couldn’t help but stick my fingers inside her to taste her cum once more, she leaned back and I kissed her pussy one last time for the evening, I said wow, I’m cum drained now lol, between you and the two >>>chicks this morning wow, She laughed then said what two chicks this morning? I don’t know I told her but these two chicks had sex with me this morning and it was awesome, She laughed and said let me grab us a towel, brb, ok. She walked back in the living room and said so your not kidding me are you?
No’ I was awakened by two chicks touching me and before it was over we had sex, Who where they I said? She held up the towel I had used that morning to wipe the blood off the sofa and she said, You fucked my daughters Eddie! No way I said, no way, I couldn’t see anything didn’t know who they where, im so sorry. Get the fuck out Eddie! Just get out!
Well I never herd from her again, I seen them all from time to time but never stopped to talk or say high, I figured she blamed me for something I didn’t dream would ever happen to me.

I had to endure many subway rides were a man's dick was nestled between the cheeks of my fat ass.

On one occasion when I was a teen and was quite plump, and on my way to college, I was abused in a crowded subway. A perv got on the train and probably spotted me and moved in behind me. I had nowhere to go and he had me cornered against the train door. He had sweatpants on that had pockets. He had his hand in his pocket and the pocket lining was cut out so he could access his dick through the pocket (my friend educated me on how they do that). He was obviously jerking off and would stop every few seconds to hump against my ass. He was jerking off with his dick against my ass (his hardon was obvious through the sweatpants). After a few seconds I caught on but couldn't move.
The man had pushed himself harder against me. There was no doubt now that I could feel his erection through the fabric of his sweatpants and my leggings.
I could feel the heat and weight of the man's flesh through the lycra of my leggings. I could definitely feel his hard cock rubbing on my ass and then settling into the crevasse between my butt, rubbing on my leggings.
The crowded train and the doorway offered me nowhere to go. My face turned a bright red as I was forced to accept my predicament. Shamefully I was getting wet. I couldn't help it. But I didn't want to. This wasn't right. This stranger was taking advantage. But what if I just let him...what if I just let him satiate himself against my fat ass? What if I allowed him to that? If he didn't put it inside me there was no harm no foul was there? He might get angry otherwise. He might try and rape...no! He wouldn't surely! Maybe just let him continue to do what he was doing? So-what if I was a little wet and shit scared?
He grew bold as he saw I offered no resistance and placed his left hand on my left ass cheek and humped away against my ass with his dick in between my cheeks and then lowered his sweatpants just slightly and came all over my ass. He rubbed it into my ass with his dickhead and got off at the next stop leaving me molested and with a huge cum stain on my leggings.
On my next stop I had to run to a washroom and wipe his cum from ass using a handkerchief. I did my walk of shame to the college. Anyone paying attention to my ass would know that my ass was cummed on. My entire day was traumatized but moreover I felt guilty for being wet by getting abused and molested.

My therapist said that it's common and a biological response from my body to not get hurt from being assaulted (Although he never penetrated me)
What I didn't tell her was that I went home traumatized and while undressing I saw the thick stain of my juices on my panties and although ashamed and guilty I became wet again. Then strangely out of nowhere I shamefully smelled my leggings, it was a stench of my sweat, my juices and his cum. I inhaled it by pressing my nose into it as I rubbed my clit roughly imagining the traumatizing event of the day. I started moaning and to gag myself I shoved the cum covered handkerchief in my mouth. Drooling and swallowing my saliva with my molesters cum. As if that was not enough I wore my leggings over my head pressing my nose on the places of cum stain and where his cock was. In my mind I was degrading and shaming myself, calling myself a whore, slut, cunt as all the feminism and my dignity was dripping out my cunt. I felt guilt and shame of how I am behaving and how I was wet during the molestation and it made me cum, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back in my head as my body convolusing violently. My body went limp and after a few minutes I gathered my strength to slowly pull off the leggings above my face and I saw myself in mirror beside my bed. I was naked lying face down, sweaty, handkerchief in my mouth, leggings stuffed over my head. Shame, regret and guilt filled me as I started to see the pictures of my friends and family on my dresser. With tears in my eyes I realized of what I have done and how lowly, Wanton and a filthy whore I am. I was ashamed of the person in mirror who didn't have any dignity, self respect and was lying like a piece of limp fuckmeat. And then I felt the tingle in my stupid cunt again and I started rubbing again feeling the mix of regret, shame, humiliation as I saw the stupid fuckmeat in the mirror along with my friends and family pictures. Gagging on the handkerchief I called her disgusting names as my reflection came like a bitch. Shamefully again I covered my face in leggings and I rubbed my shame on my molested leggings.
That night I came 2 more times while degrading and abusing my cunt as moved from awake and sleep states. The next morning I woke up with tired body, sore mouth, sore cunt and reeking of the stench of my juices, sweat and his cum.

I have a confession. I'm a 18 year old male and I fantasize about being raped by a bunch of big black men. I want a bunch of black men to break into my house at night when I am sleeping and then they start to rape me. then they kidnap me and make me there sex slave for the rest of my life. what do you think about my fantasize. leave comments and send me pics of your cocks

I have a question for all ml users, does any know what type of food can put a woman into deep sleep? My wife and I had talked about me rape her while she is sleeping. I told her that I dont want to bc u always wake up. Now I am looking for a food that puts you into a deep sleep. Anyone?

I've seen a lot of incest posts here, some fake, some seem more real. I thought I would post about me and my sister when we were little. I had a really fucked up childhood. My wife was upset once that I never talked about my past. This is the story I told her and now she doesn't ask anymore.

My family used to go camping a lot in the summer. Mom would stay at home, Dad would pack everything up and my older brother and sister and me would go with him. My sister usually sat up front and my brother and I would fight like brothers do in the back seat. Dad would always threaten to leave us in the woods until we straightened up. We would stay in a cabin that my dad's friend owned in Idaho near lake pend oreille. Dad worked in a gun shop so he new all these outdoorsy guys. My older brother and I would share one cot and my dad and sister would share the other. I was little enough that I never thought this was weird. My brother would always fight me for the blankets so I would usually wind up grabbing one and sleeping in the station wagon. Once my sister woke me up knocking on the car window and wanted in. She was crying and she snuggled up with me and she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. I was a pretty sensitive kid and I would usually start crying too because I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what to do. I was like that all the time and other kids always said I was a pussy.

We all went swimming the next day. Dad told my brother and I to go swim somewhere else because we always roughhoused and he didn't like it. We went around a bend and found other kids to play with. I got the wind knocked out of me and made my way back to our car. I saw my dad inside on top of my sister naked and she was crying. She saw me looking at them and yelled for me to go away. I sat on the bank of the lake crying. My dad came out a few minutes later and spanked me with his belt and all I remember was him saying "That's for spying on me" and "Stop crying or I'll hit you harder." My bottom was bleeding and dad said as punishment I didn't get to wear my swim suit the rest of the day and I had to swim here near the car. (I figured out years later that this was so there wouldn't be any blood on my clothes when mom did the laundry.) My sister finally came out of the car and she hung out with me. Dad was keeping an eye on us both and I remember just wanting to go away and never come back.

My dad finally yelled for my brother and we got in the car and left. My brother was making fun of me all the way home because I was naked and I had to sit on a towel. My sister told him to stop and was turned around in her seat talking nice to me. When we got in the cabin dad still wouldn't let me get dressed. He inspected my but and made me bend over and he spread my butt cheeks. My sister started yelling at him to leave me alone. She pulled me out of the cabin and we ran together into the woods. My feet were cut up now and I was scared of dad. My sister took off her t-shirt and gave it to me. I think this was the first time I saw her in just a bra. We could hear my dad yelling for us and screaming that we were in trouble and he was going to teach us a lesson we'd never forget. We stayed out there until it started to get dark and cold. We were hungry but didn't go inside. We could hear my dad yelling at my brother and my brother not saying much back. My sister and I got in the car and ate some potato chips and candy, and she cleaned my feet up. We got under the blanket but neither of us could sleep. I remember my sister panicking suddenly then locking all the car doors.

She said she was sorry and I didn't know what she was talking about. She started crying and I did to. She kissed me and gave me a hug and I kissed her back. We held each other then my sister said she wanted to show me something. She pulled off her bra and showed me her tits. At least that was what I was looking at. She was actually showing me bruises on her breast where dad squeezed them. My sister pulled off her jeans and showed me bruises on her butt and she pulled off her panties and showed me a bruise above her pubic bone. Until then I didn't know that dad was doing anything to her. She got under the blanket with me and she kept kissing me and holding me and said I was the only person in the whole world she could trust. When she turned over and spooned with me she pulled my arms around her and put my hands on her breasts.

I woke up in the middle of the night because I thought I had to pee. My penis was hard and was pressing against my sister. When I moved my sister woke up too. I told her I thought I had to pee but wasn't sure and she saw my hard on. My sister said it was okay and it's just because I liked girls. When she got me to lay down again and she snuggled against me she put my penis between her butt cheeks and told me to go back to sleep. I still didn't know anything back then I was so young. She woke me up hours later and got dressed. She told me to wait in the car and not to let anyone else in. My sister came out a few minutes later with my clothes, shoes, and some food. My sister and I took off and walked down the road back to the lake. Dad and the sheriff found us hours later. Dad stared us down and we were afraid to say anything. He blamed us for ruining the trip and we all had to go home. My sister and I sat in the back seat together and my brother and dad were up front on the say back. My sister and I didn't say anything. She held my hand all the way back home and when we got home dad told us to go upstairs to our rooms and not come down except for dinner. My sister and whispered through the vent in the wall to each other and that was when she told me what dad was doing. My introduction to sex was learning that dad and my brother were raping my sister. By now I had figured out that when my dad took my sister out to the movies on saturdays he was doing the same thing. Anytime my dad did something alone with my sister and sent me and mom out of the house it was so he and my brother could rape her. I think at the time I called it beating her up. I didn't know the word rape yet.

My mom and dad had separate bedrooms. I now knew what was going on when my dad went into my sisters room to "kiss her goodnight." After I heard him walk downstairs I could count to 100 and go see my sister. She would hold me like a toy and we'd cuddle while she cried. My sister showed me the bruise on her asshole once, and she had me look at her pussy where it was red and sore. When my sister started showing me her body I was getting hard ons and she started just holding it until it went soft, or putting it between her legs or butt. One night when she was really depressed my sister came into my room in just a t-shirt, undressed me and lay down with me. She stroked me hard and was kissing me. She was grinding herself against my hip and she rolled me on my side. She curled up against me and I thought she was going to tuck my hard on in her butt cheeks again. Instead I felt slick and wetness. My sister put me inside her. She was crying the whole time and holding my hands over her breasts. She moved her hips and I think I had my first orgasm. I was still too young to cum though. I felt my sisters body shake and she pulled away from me, gave me a kiss in the mouth again and told me she was really sorry.

The next morning I was woken up by yelling. Mom was on the phone crying and dad was shaking my sister. I looked in and she was pale and there was blood on her and the bed. She tried to commit suicide. She was in the hospital for three weeks. Dad wasn't home for a while and I found out he was put in jail on suspicion or something. I guess my sister left a note but I never knew what it said, and she didn't tell me afterwards. All I know was that when Dad got home my mom had changed and she told him and my brother to get out of the house. My brother joined the army. Dad moved in with one of his gun buddies. Mom my sister and I had to go live in a tiny apartment because she was selling the house. Mom had one room and my sister and I shared the other one in one bed. Mom apologized but my sister said it was for the best.

After we got settled my sister and I were in a new school and my mom was working as a maid at a hotel. My sister and I had to pretty much take care of ourselves in the morning since mom had to be at work at 6am. My sister and I took showers together soaping and drying each other off. She taught me to kiss properly and we were making out each day before we went to school. My sister started getting us up in the mornings so we could say goodbye to mom, then she wanted to play. My sister used to be shy and reserved but now she was more aggressive and took charge. She still wouldn't talk about what dad did, but she was acting out sexually with me. We would be naked together as soon as mom left for work, and we'd fool around until we had to shower and get ready for school. My sister held me down and tickled me one morning and said she wouldn't stop until I begged her to. She was sitting on my penis and moving her hips around. I got hard and she slipped it inside her. She hadn't done anything like this since her suicide attempt and I asked her if she was going away. She said, "No, I just like to make you happy." After that we were having sex every morning that mom had to work.

I never thought about it until about three years later but my sister never got pregnant. I found out from her later that dad messed her up inside. She got pregnant when she was 12 and dad used the handle of a wooden spoon inside her to make sure she would never get pregnant again. She told me she is literally scarred for life inside.

Anyway my sister and I got older, my brother got out of the army and went up to Alaska to live. He turned out to be gay. My dad died living with a much younger woman who creepily looked at lot like my sister. Mom went kinda crazy and wound up living in an adult home until she died.

My sister and I stayed together throughout the time I went to college. She went off and found religion and I moved to the coast. My sister and I talked about once a month, then that changed to once a year. We stopped talking after she found God because she would get angry on the phone and would vent her frustration on me because Dad wasn't here anymore. We finally stopped talking to each other after she started demanding that I start going to church and make up for my sins.

So this is not your normal incest story. My sister was scared and frustrated and acted out with me because I was safe. We had a loving relationship with each other for 10 years, then everything started to fall apart when we moved apart. I don't have any guilty thoughts at all about it. I just wish my sister felt the same.

REAL RAPE STORY.. (EMAIL)

I was raped last night..by a guy that I have been seeing for awhile, for about a month, actually..

It might not even classify as rape.. I told him to stop, and he didn't, but he had already slept together quite a bit.. Things were going pretty well until recently..

I can't believe he did that to me, though...

I was kinda blowing him off the whole night, ignoring him and mnot wanting to deal with him because he had pretty much been an asshole to me for the past two weeks and not talked to me at all. We were all in the hot tub and he kept trying to get close to me and I would move away and tell him to back off. Everyone else was like "What the fuck did he do?" and bugging me to talk to him in front of everyone. So I left the hot tub and went inside, I had to yell at him to come inside the house so we could talk. He came inside and we talked about pretty much everything that was going on between us, how he really cared about me but didn't want a relationship and how he didn't want to make any promises or anything because "he goes to rodeos almost every weekend." and he didnt want to hurt me anymore than he already had. Everything seemed to work out, and I told him that I wanted to go to bed by myself, and he said he would rather be with me when I slept than be outside drinking. I took that as him being considerate and let him come in and lay down with me (bad idea..). One thing leads to another and we end up having sex.

I tell him after awhile, "******, I'm done. You need to stop."

And he doesn't.

I tried to stop him but I couldn't. I was already exhausted and I had like, no energy left at all..

After what felt like five or ten minutes of him pounding me, he finished. He tried to be all nice and stuff cuz I don't think he realized what he had done until I told him he had to leave. I tried really hard to not start crying but I kinda couldn't help it. He was like, "Oh fuck, k***** I'm so sorry. God I'm an asshole blah blah blah.." All I said was, "S***** you need to leave." He didn't get up right away so got out of bed and started getting dressed and he was like, "No, K*****, stay and sleep some," or soemthing like that, I don't exactly remember.. He left but I got dressed anyway and just went out of the room, into the livving room grabbed my boots and walked outside... Everyone was in the living room like, "What the hell... where's she goin?" I just went outside and called J*** to come pick me up and waited out there. I almost started walking before I called J*** but I went back and waited in front of the house for her. R**** came out with N***** (Big D****'s girlfriend. D****'s like 60 or somethin..) and helped her into her car and stuff. He asked me if I was okay and I just started crying.. He hugged me for a few minutes until I calmed down. He got his boots on and waited with me until J*** came. I told him what happened, and he was like, "Everything is gonna be okay, I promise.." he was really sweet and prettymuch the only one to check on me or anything...

I'm glad he did though cuz I was a wreck last night after everything...

I wake up this morning and get a text from S**** saying "Are you at home?" I said you probably shouldn't talk to me for awhile. he said he wanted to drop off some clothes that I left there last night so I told him to bring them over. He comes over and knocks on the door. I have my h eater BLASTING and I make him stand outside in the cold.. Anyway, He gives me my stuff and apologizes and calls himself an asshole for treating me like this and that I don't deserve anything he did to me and I didn't really know what to say...

So for now, things are over.. I am debating whether or not to press charges.. J**** said he did it to her on more than one occassion and that he did it to other girls too..

God, P*******... I was falling in love with him..

Whay the fuck do I have to be attracted to people that treat me like absolute shit? I don't want to be here anymore, P*******... I don't feel safe here anymore..

I don't know what to do or say..
I don't want things to be over between S***** and I, but what he did last night was really kind of devasting...
I really care about him but I don't know what to do or say.
I miss him like crazy already..

what the hell am I supposed to do? Pressing charges would be REALLY hard for me to do.. I mean, that wasnt the first time that we have slept together or anything, It is just the first time that anything like THAT has happened between him and me...
I have no idea what to do...

This experience is why I am obsessed with Louise Ogborn. She is like a hero to me because her experience lead to the capture of her abusers. She is beautiful and has been through so much, like me, and our cases are so similar. But if you ever see the comments on the internet about her, everyone says how stupid she is to have fallen for the hoax. Everyone says she�s so stupid for believing the phony cop and for taking her clothes off in the first place. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that any of the things they made her do were part of a legitimate police investigation. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that a cop would really demand that she give the man watching her oral sex.
Maybe I�m the only one who will ever truly understand her. I understand that she is not stupid. But ever since my first rape, I have felt retardedly stupid every day. I always feel like the most stupid person in the room. I have an inferiority complex. You�ll understand why later if you read about my second rape.

Two weeks went by and I hadn�t heard anything more about the investigation. I hadn�t heard anything from the cops, although I was constantly paranoid that they would show up at any time, wherever I was, at home, at school, at work, and drag me off to jail, or worse, another search.
Then one day I came back from my lunch break at work, and I went up to the break room to put my purse back in my locker and there he was, the loss prevention guy. He smiled with crocodile teeth when he saw me and I never made it to the break room, he diverted me into the conference room. He told me to have a seat so we could talk some more about the investigation and then he picked up the phone and paged another girl that worked as a cashier. I barely knew her because she was a grade below me. I knew that she was only 15 though, and just barely turned 15 at that! She eventually came to the conference room and was sat down next to me. The loss prevention guy talked to us for a little, asking us for the names of anyone that we thought was stealing. He asked us who we knew that might be willing to steal. He told us that the reason we were suspected was because the description that the jewelry store gave was of a young skinny girl with big breasts. We both met that description. She was younger, just about as skinny as me, and had big breasts for her size too, but still slightly smaller than mine, I think she was prettier than me.
After some of those stupid questions, he said that he had to do another quick search because, not having had anything on us on just the one day that they did the initial search could have been luck, but if he searched us again and again, found nothing, then it would prove our innocence. He also said that he needed to take more pictures of us. He reminded us that we had both promised to cooperate with the investigation and that if he needed to, he could have the detective come down personally to do the search and take the pictures. All the while he was setting up that tripod again and setting up the video camera. We both said that we didn�t want the detective to have to come, so he told us to take our clothes off. He said he was going to the break room for a second and that when he got back, we had better be naked, and if not there would be trouble and we would be making it worse for ourselves. We both slowly started undressing. I knew that I was just putting off the inevitable, but I was slow taking off my clothes. I hoped that if I wasn�t nude, but still in the process of taking my clothes off when he got back, that would be good enough. But soon enough he came back, dragging in a trash barrel with him with an empty liner. He told us to put our clothes into the barrel, along with my purse too.
Once again, there I was in that God forsaken room, nude and in front of a video camera, but this time there was another girl with me going through the same thing. This time was different though. It was like he was picking up where he left off. No pretense, he just felt at ease telling us to get naked, put our hands behind our heads, do this, do that! He asked us what we thought about each others� bodies. He asked me if I thought she was sexy. He asked her the same. And he touched us a lot more too. He touched our breasts for no good reason whenever he wanted. He fondled them, pinched them, squeezed them together. He had us lay on the table and spread our legs and our labias so he could take more pictures of us like that. Then he put his finger in us. The other girl started crying �Why? Why? Why are you doing this?� He didn�t answer. He just smiled and kept fingering us both at the same time. I hated him, but I felt powerless. I felt like he was holding all the cards. I was afraid of him. I was afraid of what he would do if I made him mad, and I was afraid of going to jail if he had to call the detective. Then he told us to get on our knees in front of him. I did as I was told, but she kept crying �Do we really have to do this? What does this have to do with the investigation?�
Then he dropped the bomb that completely shattered my world. �There IS NO INVESTIGATION.� I could swear that he hissed the words like some kind of snake demon. �I�m no loss prevention officer and that wasn�t your regional manager, you dumb sluts!� It took a while for it to sink in, so he told us that didn�t matter because unless we wanted the video and pictures to end up on the internet, unless we wanted all of our friends, teachers, and people that don�t like us to see what we did, we would do what he wanted. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him and told her to unzip his pants and take out his c*ck and put it in her mouth. She slowly did it, and once it was in her mouth, he told me to put my mouth on him too. He took his video camera and made sure he got plenty of footage of us both pleasing him simultaneously. He took his clothes off and then told us he had a surprise for us. He told us to bend over the table, right next to each other. Then he went in his bag and grabbed a tape and went over to the vhs player in the room and turned on the large tv on the wall and soon the tape started playing. It was the tape they made of when they strip searched/raped the other girl. He started raping us again, going from one of our pussies to the other and back again. All the while he made us watch what they did to her. It was bad enough for me, being raped while having to watch it, but I couldn�t imagine how bad it must be for her. Remember how the �detective� asked if I shaved �down there?� Well I found out why. Apparently the other girl wasn�t shaved when they searched her, so they shaved her right there on the table, on video �to make sure she wasn�t concealing anything.� While he was raping us, he told us to make out for him. It was very awkward for me because I had never considered kissing a girl before, and now I had to make out with one, while being raped� while we were BOTH being raped. Then her to lay on the table and spread her legs. I thought he was going to start raping her, but instead he forced my head between her legs and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I�d eat her out. He said that I had to eat her out until she came. All the while, he kept raping me. He made sure to get plenty of video footage of me doing that too.
Eventually she shuddered (I think she was faking) like she was orgasming. So he pulled out of my p*ssy and made me use my mouth to �clean him off.� He then put the camera in my face and interviewed me about how I liked the taste of my own p*ssy and how I liked eating her p*ssy. He asked me if I�d ever tasted my own p*ssy before, he asked me about my masturbating habits, he asked me if I�d ever eaten another girl out before. He did everything he could to further my humiliation and he captured every second on camera so he could use it against me. Then he told me to lay on the table and he proceeded to rape the other girl while making her eat me out. But he got kind of bored of that, so he made us 69 while he continued to rape her. After God only knows how long of that treatment, he made us get on our knees in front of him and he finished on our faces and made sure to get a good amount in our mouths. Then he ordered us to French kiss and share what we had in our mouths and then swallow. I prayed for God to strike him dead, or for my sake, to put me out of my misery by striking me dead. While we were doing that, he went and changed the tape and the tape of my first rape/strip search started playing. He made us watch it, he fast forwarded to the �good parts� and made cruel jokes and asked me what I was thinking here, and if I liked what they were doing there. He asked the other girl what she thought of me. After he�d rested enough, he told us to bend over the table again, and I prepared for him to rape me some more. But this time he put it in my butt. I cried, I did my best not to scream, and he told me to suck on the other girls breasts to keep my mouth occupied. Of course, I did as I was told and he got it on video. I screamed into her breasts like a pillow. She held my head tight to her chest and stroked my head to comfort me. In the background I heard the tape of my first rape still playing. I kept hearing the word �I concur� and it made me want to die. He told her that she was next and she started crying into my hair. All of a sudden my head was yanked up by my hair and he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I cried that I did, but he didn�t stop. He told me that I got to choose. I could let him keep raping my butthole, or he could swap and rape my �new girlfriend�s butthole.� I wanted him to stop. I just couldn�t bring myself to tell him to hurt her more. I felt protective of her. I told myself this was why God refused to kill me, so I could protect her and take it for her. So I told him to keep raping me and not to hurt her� he did anyways. He kept raping me for a little, but then he pulled out of me and just grabbed her and bent her body into position and started pushing his c*ck into her butthole. She started crying when he grabbed her by her hair and told her to eat my p*ssy some more. He reminded her that she never made me orgasm and said that when I came, he�d stop. She did as she was told and I laid there wondering if it had been long enough yet or if I should wait a little longer to fake my orgasm to make him stop. I didn�t want to do it too soon because I didn�t want it to be obvious that I was faking. Eventually I did fake my orgasm. She stopped what she was doing but he said he wasn�t done yet and told her to suck on my tits while he finished. It seemed like forever, but he eventually finished inside her butt.
Once he was done he put his clothes back on, but told us to stay on the table and to 69. He disassembled the tripod and put the cameras away. He told us to watch his �favorite part� on the video, it was when they were leaving, they stopped by the Customer Service Desk and zoomed the camera in on a picture behind the counter of the regional manager. He looked nothing like the guy that was with him last time! I was duped and I should have known it! I should have paid attention to that picture and known that he was not the regional manager! I�m such a F*cking idiot! He then took the trash barrel out of the room and said that when he came back, we had better still be 69-ing.

He never came back. We were discovered by the closing manager as he was doing his final walkthrough before going home. The store had been closed for an hour already. We cried and told him that we were raped and blackmailed. The manager didn�t believe us. He told us that he didn�t believe us and that he didn�t know why we were having sex in the conference room after close but that making up stories wouldn�t make it any better. He kept looking at our naked bodies. I don�t know why, but I didn�t even make an effort to cover myself. I didn�t even think to. He saw our breasts, our pussies, our whole naked bodies. He told us that he was going to finish his walk through and that we had better be gone by the time he was done because he wasn�t going to check back on us, he was just going to set the alarm and lock the doors. Once he left we ran out of the room, looking for the trash bag full of our clothes and my purse. My cell phone, my keys to my parents� car, everything was gone, and worst of all, I had no clothes. The other girl�s keys to her home were in her locker, but the key to her lock on her locker was in her pants. The bastard took off and left us there with NOTHING, not even a way to get home. We grabbed aprons from the break room and put one on to cover our fronts and one to cover our backsides. It was the best we could do, but we ran out of the building as fast as we could. We both agreed not to tell anyone about this, and then we went our separate ways and walked to our homes. She lived about half a mile away, and I lived a mile in the opposite direction. My parents weren�t home when I got there, but luckily the door was unlocked. I took a shower and thought up a lie to tell my parents when they got home. I told them that my purse was stolen out of the break room and that�s why I didn�t drive the car home. I never told them about what happened.
I didn�t sleep for the next two days. I just cried all night in my bed until I had to get up and put on a brave face for everyone during the days. I never ran out of tears. I just cried and cried and cried. I felt so used and cheap. I felt so worthless. I used to think of myself as one of the most attractive girls in my school and at work. Guys would have done anything just to see me naked, but these bastards just waltzed right into my life and decided that for nothing they would use and abuse me and get what every guy wanted and more and then use it to blackmail me into doing it again, and doing it with another girl. I wanted them to die. I wanted them to go to prison and be raped every day of a very long prison sentence and then get murdered in prison for what they did. I wanted to feel the way I used to feel. I wanted to like my body again. Instead, I tried to cut my breasts off with a kitchen knife. But I�m stupid and the knife was dull and I didn�t get too far. I just got minor cuts. I stopped wearing make up and wore baggy clothes. But I never told any of my friends at school, and I did my best to hide everything. But my friends must have picked up on it at some level because before long, my friends stopped talking to me. They stopped calling, texting, IM-ing me. They stopped talking to me in the halls. No one ever told me why. I was paranoid that the pictures and/or video had gotten out and they�d seen what happened to me. Guys stopped hanging around me. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.

But then I got raped by him again.

I went home for the holidays and saw my family for the first time in two years. My youngest brother has grown into a carbon copy of this guy I used to date, and he looks and acts like the type of guy I prefer (perfect height weight and attitude). At the same time I learned that my second youngest brother is a slut, and he's been sleeping around with girls of inappropriate ages and getting girls drunk and taking advantage of them.

Now whenever I bring a guy into the bedroom, I keep thinking about sex with my youngest, brother. And whenever I get a woman into the bedroom, I keep thinking about how my other brother has been acting towards women.

This is all huge turnoff for me. I'm protective of my youngest brother, and I am disgusted by people who take advantage of women. I end up feeling sick to my stomach every time and I'm completely incapable of getting an erection now. (I never had hangups about sex, incest, rape fantasy, or any of that shit before, I visit fucking motherless for christs sake) I don't even wake up with morning wood when I'm celibate, instead waking up with the occasional sick feeling which passes as soon as I put my mind to something nonsexual. Porn hasn't helped with either problem, and I had a full checkup and there's nothing medically wrong with me (low blood pressure I suppose, which wouldn't help the erection problem)

I keep my sex life totally separate from my personal and family life, so most of my friends and family aren't even aware I'm dating, and none of them know I've dated guys so I have nobody to talk to. I don't have enough money for a therapist because I have to move next month across the country (opposite coast), and I'm in canada so that's going to be expensive (also my rent is going to double in vancouver) So now I have nobody I can talk to about this. I don't even feel comfortable praying about it (I'm not religious and don't believe in any god answering prayer, but recognize the therapeutic value of it.) I've resorted to posting it on an obscure pornographic confessions board. If anybody has any advice would be make me feel better. Even troll advice that blames healthcare reform and black people.

I came to this site about 6 months ago and it was pretty cool looking at all the naked pictures and reading all the bullshit posts, but it never changes. It is all I want to rape this bitch , or pics or it didn't happen WTF get some kind of life guys. Rape has absolutely NOTHING to do with sex that is about control or rage. The art of seduction there is the excitement. Hell guys I am a old fuck and I routinely seduce and sleep with 20 to 30 year old women. You guys don't have a clue do ya?

Mmk. So. Sleep/drugged "rape" videos, is my main request. First off, No sleep creep/sleep assault/etc. They're just pretty crappy. Amateur is best, as always. Keeping it short and sweet as well (Smaller, shorter, better.) Well, that's all. Kthxbai.

Does anyone have any links to real rape websites? Ideally I am look for pics and vids of real drunk or drugged girls passed out being molested whilst they sleep! This is a massive fantasy of mine!

I am an 18 year old girl and I have a confession to make. i am bisexual and i have a fucking huge crush on my friend. Lets call her A. She flirts with me all the time, and when she sleeps over she always grinds up against me when we go to bed... She does it in her sleep but now im starting to wonder if she is actually awake. I fantasize about fucking her all the time. Ive cum so many times imagining im licking her pussy till she screams and squirts all over me. I had to tell someone and figured anonymously was the best way to go. You can call me fake or what ever the hell you want. Its your loss. And dont give me the whole "pics or its not real" bullshit. Im not gonna post pics of my friend on a porn site you idiot. Any suggestions on what i should do? She seems to want to fuck but she says she isnt bi or lesbian. Any idea what she should do? and no, im not going to rape her. dont even go there.

i confess that when im back home theres this girl i want to just rape in her sleep but i dont know how to do it...

I am a 50 year old man who believes he has been cuckolded for years.

You tell me what you think.

My wife was raped by a black man with a huge cock and I walked in on it , but I didn't really see what was going on inside the bedroom because it was so dark. All I knew was that when I called her name the door was slammed in my face. I thought she was just 'being my wife'. Slamming doors in my face was normal for her and still is. The weird thing about it was that she actually loved it!

You see we had been to a party that night and she had had a little too much to drink so she told me she was going home. I said OK and she left. A little while later I thought I should go and check up on her. I walked into the house and the back door was unlocked and left a jar, but I thought that she had not closed it properly because she was so drunk. Anyway I started through the house and as I reached the bedroom I called her name and that's when the door slammed in my face. I thought she just wanted to be left alone so I turned and walked away and went back to the party for a little while. It was only when I returned that I found the bedroom door wide open that i thought something was not right.

As I entered the room I found my wife lying on her stomach with the sheets rolled up into a ball and her panties lying on the floor. She had had sex and It wasn't with me! I nearly panicked and started to ask her what happened but she was so out of it (or so I think she was) that she didn't say anything but only moaned.

Then I started looking for signs of semen because she didn't use birth control and I was panicking thinking that she could have been impregnated. So I started feeling up inside her pussy and searching for any sign of semen but I couldn't really tell anything. So I took out my dick which had become hard by this time (I don't know why this happens to men when their wives are fucked but It does) because it was the longest thing I had to search for semen inside her.

Well as soon as my dick was inside she started to moan and buck and grind against my cock like never before (or since). Acting like she was looking for more cock to fuck her deeper and harder. It took me by surprise because I thought she was totally out of it and kind of forgot why I was fucking her in the first place. So I just let grind on my cock a until I came wondering what the fuck just happened?

As I rolled off her she didn't say a word and acted like she was passed out. I lay there worrying about her being pregnant for a while and finally drifted off to sleep.

Needless to say it was a life changing experience.

When we got up the next morning I tried to talk to her about what had happened but she just got mad and said that I had raped her too. So we never have been able to talk about it in any detail, I just have to live with the memory of what happened that night.

Then a strange thing happened later on that day, as there was a knock on the door. When I answered it there was this black guy from the neighborhood who said he wanted to talk to my wife. I yelled for her to come and she spoke with him for a few minutes and I asked what he wanted she said she didn't know.

Up until then we had had a pretty good sex life but then things changed. Sometimes she would make me go 6 months to a year without having sex with her.

During one point in our marriage she moved to Nashville to take care of her mother who was sick, and she would only come home about once a month. I would beg her for sex but she would just look at me when I asked her what was I supposed to do?

Not long after that she moved into the guest room and stopped sleeping in my bed all together. She still sleeps there to this day.

I know for a fact that she has cheated on me in the past because she's told me so.

Now here's the kicker. She says that she does not have a boyfriend, nor does she sleep around.

Now before some of you say that's because I'm lousy in the sack, let me tell you this. I went to boot camp in Orlando, Fla and when we had finished we had a three day pass. My friend told about this female recruit he had promised to meet at a motel but was going to meet another one instead and asked me if I would go and take care of her. I said sure.

I met her and had a great time, she liked it rough and so I gave it to her rough. Anyway I left thinking that was that, I didn't know her name, I was married we had a one night stand, done. But a few days later we are marching in formation and here she come running across the parade grounds calling for me to stop. I have to keep marching or all the guys behind me will march right over me. She breaks ranks as we continue to march telling me to stop, I tell her I can't. She then proceeds to tell me that she's shipping out the next day and asks me where I'm going, but I can't because I don't even know yet. She then gives me a slip of paper with her new duty station info on it and BEGS ME to find her. So I must have done something right! I have never had a woman complain about my having had sex with her, quite the opposite!

Now I am consumed with watching my wife with other men, because I am convinced that she is fucking them behind my back.

Now you tell me, do you think that I am a cuckold or not?

I confess I used to rape this girl while she was sleeping. We were semi-dating but I used to get her drunk then wait till she fell asleep. Then I'd take her clothes off and rape her for hours until I fell asleep. The next day shed just assume she forgot what happened

I'm a seventeen year old black girl. I'm 4'11" 94lbs with length brown hair. I've been involved with this guy that I met over the internet since I was fourteen. We met in a chat room and started out chatting everyday. I always just called him Daddy. I think it's because an old girlfriend of his called him that & it was easier then using a name. Then he started to call me and we'd have phone sex every night. Then last year in the summertime, he came and visited me. He lives about four hours away. I was really afraid at first. I was so nervous I was nearly shaking and I had to remind myself to breathe.

We met at a nice hotel near my school. I went in with him and he was very nice. He never made me do anything I didn't want to. I sucked his cock and he ate my pussy. He fingered me too. I remember it feeling really good. I had this like, epiphany. It felt great and I'd never had my pussy feel that good before just from being fingered. I'd had other boys do it but I never really got anything out of it.

We kept talking on the phone every night. Almost always phone sex. & I saved up my summer job money to buy my own laptop so we could video chat and he could see my body. We talked every night and we made plans about what I'd do after I graduated High School. I'd come and live with him and go to school.

He came and saw me again in January during winter break. I met him at a different hotel downtown this time. I spent the night. I came in and he hugged me and we cuddled and kissed. We watched a movie for a while, but eventually I couldn't help myself.

I was shaking a lot and I was nervous and a little scared but not as much as before. It was easier this time. I unbuttoned his pants and he pulled off my shirt. I was kissing him and his tongue was strong and wet. I sucked his cock for a while. It was really big so I couldn't really fit all of it in my mouth but I did my best. He ate my pussy for a bit and then he started to fuck me.

It hurt a lot at first. He held me and told me it would be okay and that it wouldn't hurt for too long. He kept going deeper and then out. And then in. & then he got an even rhythm and it kinda felt good. He stopped for a bit to give my pussy a rest I think. Then we started again. First him on top of me, then he put me on top of him. I liked it when he was on top. His cock felt really good in my pussy, but not when he did it too hard because then it would hurt like he was hitting something inside me. I loved it.

Then we stopped and ordered room service. I had chicken fingers and fries. I don't remember what he ate. But I remember he let me try my first wine. (& just btw wine happens to be really gross. Daddy says it's "an acquired taste" but I think it's just nasty) then we laid down for a while. Fucked some more and I fell asleep in his arms. But Daddy snores loudly so I buried myself under the blankets next to him and watched all three back to the future movies till i fell asleep.

I'd always told Daddy that I had a rape fantasy and I wanted him "rape" me while he was there. But of course he said he wouldn't do it while I was expecting it. So he took me in the middle of the night. Well I don't know what time it was. I think it musta been kinda early in the morning because a little light was in the room but it was still dark. I didn't know what was going on till I felt him on me sliding his cock in me from behind (I was laying on my stomach). I tried to get away but the more I squirmed the harder he held on to me and the harder he did it so eventually I just stopped trying. It hurt and I cried a little, but it was alright I guess. I passed out and whet to sleep when he was finished.

He woke me back up to breakfast being delivered. I always had to hide in the bathroom so roomservice didnt suspect anything. I don't remember what I had but I only bothered to cover myself with a blanket while eating because I didn't feel like searching the room for any clothes.

I went to take a shower and checked in the bathroom mirror to make sure there weren't any bruises or strange marks that'd raise questions. I thought about him when I was showering. I was kinda hoping he'd come in and decide he wasn't finished but he didn't. He left me alone to shower and dress. But I did make a point to walk around in my bra and panties while "looking" for my bag. I liked that he stared.

He got dressed & gave me a pocket rocket to enjoy while he would be away. He hugged me and kissed me and asked me if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I said yes. Of course I would. He's my Daddy. Why wouldn't I?

I don't feel molested or abused or anything like that. I guess it's because I always had a choice in things. I didn't have to talk to him. I wasn't forced to have sex with him. Or anything like that. I never feel dirty or slutty after I've done seeing him. I feel loved and regular(Not to mention sore and sexually exhausted). Is this weird. Should I feel bad? Why is this illegal? Nobody's getting hurt.

I confess that I wish someone or maybe 2 someones would come into my house at night while I sleep and rape me. I have a huge fantasy about this! Makes my pussy wet thinking of it :)

My confession is for the past month I've been cheating on my bf with my ex-bf. I love my current bf, he is so funny, always makes time for me, and treats me better then anyone ever has. However, recently my ex came back into town. He had moved out of state for college a year and a half ago when I was just starting my sophomore year in high school. I remember that being the happiest day of my life. My ex was very abusive, both verbally and physically. He has a big temper, especially when he doesn't get his way cause his parents spoiled him. When we were going out I often let him get his way cause Im not a very confrontational person.
I had tried breaking up with him after a fight we had. He had been trying to convince me to go all the way with him but I keep telling him no. One day I made the huge mistake of drinking at a friend's BBQ party she was having. At the party I danced and flirted with one of the guys there the entire time. To make a long story short, my ex found out, slapped me repeatedly while choking me and raped me. He called me a whore, a worthless piece of meat, and said that I deserved much worse then what he had done to me. After that night we continued to see each other, I was too afraid of him to break it up, and I kinda felt like it was my fault for flirting with someone else. He continued to sleep with me even though I would begged him not to. As time went on I stopped arguing and just let it happen. After a while I even began to enjoy it even though he was rough, painful, and cared only about getting himself off. The day he left I thought that nightmare was over.
Now after a year and a half absence he has dropped out of college, has moved backed into town, and has begun using me physically again. This time around I am a more willing participant. When he invited me to his apartment to talk and catch up I knew exactly what he was after but I went anyway. Im wrapped with guilt and I want to stop but my ex scares and excites me in a way that keeps me coming back.

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said �How could you do that, for what I did to you?� To which I replied �You'll know in four years.� I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.

a few times i raped my ex-girlfriend while she was sleeping, is pretty amazing that they wont know if you do it very slowly (or while theyre drunk doesnt matter that much but she wasn't)all i did was when she was deep asleep, spread her legs apart, and move her panties off to the side lick a bit to get it wet, and slide it in, and not shove in all the way. she knew i touched her while she slept cus i told her about it so if she felt like she had been messed with in some way i would just tell her that i was jerking off and touching her. then one time she woke up during the whole thing and oddly enough it turned her on, after that she wanted me to do "wake up calls" haha anyone else done this b4?

I confess that I find my distant cousin (20yo creamy white, Athletic, Dirty Blond, tight ass and beautiful 38C tits) to be very sexy. I've often masturbated to thoughts of fucking her under various scenarios like concentual, rape, sleep violation, etc. I've used her worn panties to jack off both for the smell of her pussy and the thought and feel of having my cock wrapped in something that was just recently absorbing her pussy juices and smell. I used to have nude pics she had taken for her boyfriend that i found on her laptop but they were lost when my hdd crashed :/

One of my somewhat fav experiences was wrestling with her while she was drunk one night, she pinned me by straddling me and she was slowly (tho probably unintended) grinding my rock hard cock as i "struggled" to break free. I was damn near dry fucking her when she lost balance and fell over at which i recovered and pinned her. She gave up immediately and asked if id give her one of my back rubs cuz she pulled a muscle playing softball so I took a good while massaging her down, from her feet, legs, hips to back (she was laying face down)as i hit mid back I made points to reach a little farther around her sides to nearly grope her tits then retreat with an innocent "oops my bad" then move toward her hips again. Then her tail bone area, then her ass. I was full on groping her tight ass with no complaints and the occasional "mmmm.." when her boyfriend drove down the driveway and she staggered up to go meet him so they could take off. Nope, no win that night so i resorted to laying in her bed and jacking off with her dirty thongs to thoughts of where I COULD have gotten.

Another is when we were younger teens wed mess around in the pool, shed try and get her legs up on my shoulders and lock her legs around my neck where as id turn in the lock and end up having her pussy right in my face, i once allowed her to get a real good tight hold so when i turned around her pussy was grinding right against my face. I especially liked it when she had a few stray pubes trying to escape from her bikini, it helped in masturbation sessions later those nights.

but yeah, just wanted to get that out there... sorry if it wasn't fap-able to most of you lowlifes. KthnxBye, commence bitching

THIS IS NOT A SEXY CONFESSION. ..I'm curious if people will actually think it IS because I said that and read it anyways..haha. Its really not though. I confess..I've let a spider control where I sleep two nights in a row. AND I think he may be trying to rape me! D:

This is all a joke..but fucking true! Last I felt something crawling up my leg..I turned the light on and it was a fucking spider!!! I hate spiders. And clowns. >_> I flipped out and then I couldn't find it after..so I slept in the couch.

Just a mere..oh I don't know, about..10 minutes ago? The same thing happened again!! ..Now I'm on the couch. >_< I am freaaaking out. I live in Canada, so its nothing like the kind of bigass spiders you get in say..like Australia or something..but still!!

I have posted other confessions that ARE sexy haha.. ^_- I hope you take the time to find and read the threads. One's under most commented. I wasn't gonna put my signature name..but what the hell. ~Callie Aria

Alright Motherless, I need some advice. I love my girlfriend, she's the love of my life. Aside from being a really incredible girl, she's one of the dirtiest sluts I've ever know. I am free to rape her whenever I want in whatever hole, she loves to be throat fucked and will drink my piss without hesitation. Which I why I kinda feel like an ass that I really want to sleep with other girls.

I'm getting tired of the same sex over and over again. It's great but I crave the experience of being with someone else. It's not that I DON'T want my girlfriend; on the contrary I want to marry her some day. But I know a hot little slut I've hooked up with before who has no qualms cheating on her boyfriend and she wants to get together and fuck. The best thing is that she and I have no ties, so it's not like I ever see her in day to day life. In fact we have nobody that we mutually know so I am not concerned about loose lips or anything like that. She's got a great body; I'd say 8/10 where my girlfriend is more of a 6.5 or a 7 depending on the attire.

My girlfriend and I have talked about how we realize our age and that we don't think it's practical to go through the rest of our adult lives with no other sex partners, but the last time I was at this crossroad with a previous girlfriend, I was given the green light to fuck and it was thrown back in my face a million times.

Should I seek her approval and risk planting a seed of insecurity?
Do I cheat on her and fight the guilt later?
Or do I keep it in my pants?

I am considering bringing in another guy (or guys) to fuck her so it kind of opens the door to the idea of other partners. What do you think?

BTW, pics are of the slut.

I used to rape my older sister a lot when we were in high school.

She was a real stoner pills drinking anything and she was cute, hot body dressed slutty and was a real princess bitch from all the attention she got. She was also mean just for fun, you all know those bitches. I hated her for being nasty to me especially in front of her friends. She�d have her GFs over and would fuck them (I had peek holes in the ceiling!). Jesus god, one had the biggest fullest tits ever! Cute 17 long brn hair narrow waist and shit her tits nearly went to her elbows when she washed her hair. Yes I had peep hole in the bathroom for sure! I fapped non stop when she stayed over! My sister had a BF and my mom would let them hang in the living room which was kind of isolated from everyone else. She�d rather they be making out at home where she assumed they would be safer. Ha. My dad didn�t approve of making out in a dark room but he agreed. He would have really freaked if he knew she was such a stoner and a slut. I would peak around the corner and in the semi dark I could see they were fucking with her skirt hiked up and him grinding on top. Anyway, she often fell asleep on the sofa and her BF would just let himself out. I would come by all innocent and go in and wake her up and help her up the stairs so no one would see she couldn�t walk. This made her hate me because I knew that she was stoned but also grateful since it pissed off my dad her sleeping on the sofa. Sometimes I couldn�t wake her she�d just mumble and be all limp. I would shake her and roll her over and she�d just lie there. So shit, of course I started to pull her panties aside and peek and grope. Sometimes she�d wake up a bit and I�d be like all time to go upstairs now. I found that keeping her on her stomach would keep her sleeping more so I could grope more while fapping and she couldn�t see me. I thought it funny that I could feel her BFs cum in her cunt and see it dripping out. I had to part her hairy cum sticky pussy lips to see and grope inside. I'd try to scoop cum out so it made a mess in her panties so maybe my mom might see them one day. Sometimes she would say Mark (BF) and mumble something and I was sure I was caught my heart beating fast scared as hell. I learned to whisper quiet baby or its me baby shit like that. He called her baby. She�d wiggle smile and pass out again. Since this worked a few times and I had an excuse of waking her up I got more brave. I started pulling her panties down and cumming on her butt crack and pussy then pulling her panties back up. I did this for a few months whenever I couldn't wake her easily. Then one night I tried to wake her and whispered once more baby. She didn't mumble so it made me feel safer. I stuck my shit scared half hard cock in her drippy cunt. It felt crazy with Mark�s cum on my dick as I slowly slipped it in and in a few slow stokes I was rock hard and unloaded a monster cum in her. You know the kind that makes your balls tighten. Her panties and bed sheets must have had globs of cum that night. My first pussy. I got better pretending to be Mark as I fucked her from behind, saying stuff he�d say to her so she'd fall asleep again if I woke her. I had to get in weird shit positions so I didn't lay on her to hard and still get my cock in her and be careful to listen and watch for my parents. I'd usually check if shes stoned, pull her panties over, fap to almost cum stick it in and unload in about 30 seconds. It was funny as fuck when she�d call me Mark as I fucked her. Soon I started to finger her ass and found that it slid in easily. I'd finger her ass and then if possible stick it into her mouth or wipe it on her lips. Oh how I wanted to fuck that bitch in the ass but was afraid unless Mark was. One day I was sure I felt cum in her ass so I slipped my cock in. Oh shit! Tight slippery fucking ass! I could feel my cum pumping thru my cum vein as her ass clamped my dick between squirts. I stayed hard even when I came in later to help her upstairs and fapped again later thinking about me raping my nasty bitch sister in the ass. I wish there were digital cameras then ya�ll be getting pics for sure!