helping you express yourself [NC]

It was love at first sight, and second, third, and on and on…

We met through some outdoorsie group, sharing a kayak going down falls, sharing a tent when we camped. Sharing a kiss after everyone else fell asleep. Finding a clearing to fuck in.

And it extended into normal life too. We’d text throughout the day, counting down minutes until we got to see each other again. Fucking like rabbits before, after, and sometimes during dates. It seemed perfect.

Until I found out you had an ex girlfriend.

It wasn’t the way I expected it to go. One day you were sobbing into a pillow, telling me how much she hurt you when she came back into your life. I worked hard to calm you. I held you, made you your favorite comfort food when you were feeling a bit better. But that’s not really what you wanted, was it?

And so I seduced her. It was really easy when she knew I was your boyfriend. She had no idea what you wanted, and just assumed I was stepping out. She had no idea what I wanted when I invited her back out to our favorite spot.

the break in [NC to desperate begging]

Every other job had gone well tonight. That was the joy of targeting college kids, wasn’t it? You could tell when their classes were going to be, or when they had some big event to go to. Hell, breaking in on Thursday or Friday was a solid bet in and of itself. And that’s not to mention some of them having random expensive shit that their parents sent them. Not many, but enough to make this easily worth it.

But not you. I didn’t know why you were home. Maybe you had work you needed to be doing. Maybe you were just staying home and playing games while your roomates went to the game. It doesn’t matter much. All that matters is I could hear you shaking under the bed, bumping into it whenever I made a particularly loud noise. You were afraid for your life, weren’t you? There wasn’t any need for that, I wouldn’t hurt you.

But you had no way of knowing that, did you? No way of defending yourself. You could try and call the police, but it would be hours before they could get here with all the traffic.

last minute vacation change [reluctance, alcohol so NC]

It wasn’t your fault, was it? That your boyfriend cancelled last minute on your vacation plans, or even that he transferred tickets to a stranger when he found out. It was day of when you found out, so you were either sharing a flight and a room with a stranger, or you cancelled.

But why should his problems ruin your vacation?

Thats how you wound up in a one bedroom hotel room with a someone. At least he was decent conversation, if not a bit forward sometimes. Teasing you about how it would be frustrating for you. How he bet you had packed all sorts of clothes for you to be undressed from.

I bet he was right. It was how many weeks since you last got fucked? Not just one of those half assed 12 am clinical fucks where your boyfriend just removes your clothes, humps you from behind for a minute or 2, and then falls asleep. How long since someone ate you out, made you scream their name as your toes pulled the sheets from the side of the bed? How long since you had begged someone to let you cum and they denied you for a bit, making it build up until you were a shaking mess?

making you my good girl [NC]

I always did enjoy having you around kitten. You were fun to talk to, sweet, funny…

And so, so fucking oblivious. You never really figured out that your boyfriends roomate wanted you. Did you? That he stroked his cock while you were in the other room riding him. That he stroked it to the sounds of your frustrations…
Even using other women to get off didn’t do enough. Inevitably I’d get bored with a new toy and go back to fantasy. Until one day I decided I needed you.

You were asleep much later than normal, while you’re boyfriend was out at work. I had been kept up all night with the sounds of you desperately trying, and failing, to cum. I decided to do something about it.

You start to stir, groggily wondering what that feeling is. And why it feels so fucking good. Whose beard is brushing over your sensitive skin, whose tongue is writhing deep inside your kitty.
Surely he had come back home for some reason? He had seen you sleeping and taken advantage. Either way. You were moaning like a wet little whore, weren’t you pet?

selling yourself [NC][prostitution][breeding]

There are some sex workers who, on the surface at least, seem glamorous in what they do. Flying to exotic locations, having fancy meals paid for by clients, and all to be companions for a night, or a weekend.

You were not one of them.

You lived in a broken down studio with your boyfriend. Constantly one bad day from eviction, no family to help.  And despite how much you love him, it’s not like he can help much. I guess this is why you don’t get tied down so early in life, isn’t that right pet?

It all started that last day. You know the one, where you couldn’t afford to eat if you wanted to keep the electricity on. You were crying in the corner, looking for that one last thing you could trade for at least a decent meal, but you came up empty.

So you decided to sell the last thing you had access to. Yourself.

When he was away at class you snuck out, determined to at least find something not humiliating. You’re plenty pretty enough, so why can’t you be like the girls you see online for a day?

paying off college [NC]

You reread the letter again for the 5th time before shredding it in frustration. While you had done well in school, it wasnt good enough to get your scholarship extended. You could take out loans for the semester, but honestly it was way too late for that. You needed the money now.

A few weeks go by and you’re leaving class. A strang offering was given to you in the nick of time, and you were just desperate enough to take it. It wasnt anything like the normal “maid” services or “companionship” posts, this one was upfront with what they wanted. They would pay you through college, provided you serviced every horrible sexual desire they had. There was even an end point, provided you actually finished college. And with you being on your last semester it was the best option.

Even though you agreed to it, you were still dreading the first phone call. It never came though, you were instead grabbed and pulled into a car as soon as you walked out of your last class. Your eyes were covered, a knife was run tenderly over your pants to get them opened faster, and a dildo was inserted into you. You cried out, half in pain, half in fear, as your pussy was violated before you were ready. Each bump of the road sends it jolting against you, stretching you out nicely for what was to come.

dream come true [somnophilia. NC]

We had a thing going, although you wouldn’t know would you? How we fucked, how i spent hours late at night devouring your body. And how when your alarm was about to go off id finish inside you, tell you I love you, and go back to my room.

This had been going on ever since I found out you were on heavy sleeping medications, although it started out as any fumbling relationship would. Tentative hands running on your body, making sure you were asleep. That was good enough for a time. But touches turned to grope, the meat of my hand digging into your bald little slit.

And you moaned, didn’t you kitten? Your back arched into me as I could feel you start to leak all over my hand.

From there, I had to have you.

The first time you were almost too tight to get it in. You gave a yelp in pain as I forcefully entered you. But the little sleepy moans never stopped. That was our first time, the start of our thing.

forced in the shower [NC]

I have no idea why you agreed to live with me kitten. Or at least not for the second year.

Our entire first year was filled with night after night of me bringing a girl home and you hearing her through the wall. Each one the same, begging for me to stop, a brief struggle, me breaking them. And then you seeing a broken, bruised woman walking out of the house the next day, legs quivering and slit leaking cum.

I guess you figured it was all consensual. That’s why you agreed to reup. And that was fine, I never made a pass at you when I could easily find someone else. Still. You did get a bit concerned when a week passed and you didnt hear anything…

And then a week and a half. 2…

By the third week you were a little worried. And now it was justified. My cock had been aching through my pants for 3 days now, you had definitely seen it a couple times. Still, you didnt take any precautions, and that’s where your predicament starts.