OuchieMyPwussy, Author at NSFW story

I [21F] want him [37M] to fuck my exgf [22F]

I have fantasied about Ben Shapiro fucking my ex girlfriend. I’m tied up and forced to watch, he’s eating her, she’s whipping her head around and clutching at the sheets in a sweat-shone bliss. She orgasms, and exclaims her surprise, she’s never had someone get her over the edge, only ever by her own hand. She exhales before she begs him to fuck her. I’m teary-eyed with embarrassment.

He throws me a glance over his shoulder. “Objectively speaking, you’re pathetic, this girl has obviously never been *taken care of* properly. But to be honest, considering it’s you who’s been administering the care, I’m not all that surprised.”

Ben pushes into her and her long tanned olive legs immediately wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to her, she’s already bucking her hips to coax him to start thrusting, she’s grabbing at the lapels of his suit to bring him down to embrace and kiss.

The wet slapping of skin and moans makes me blush, he was really going at it… and was she loving it. It made me feel worse to keep looking but I was mesmerized. Two beautiful people entangled together like that, they were art. Read more »

[M/F] Stalin Shot and Raped Me [NonCon] [Old Man] [Young Woman] [Violence]

[It happened on one of the many nights when he had gotten all his ‘friends’ from the Politburo, including me, drunk.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lfyjp0/mmmmmmf_i_was_there_when_stalin_forced_them_to/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I don’t even remember what it is that I had said to set him off… But he shot me, while he was tipsy himself, he shot me through my lower abdomen.

Everyone froze in the middle of their inebriated shenanigans, the air was taut. He ordered everyone out.

I remember him drunkly ravaging me, his disgusting breath reeked of gout and booze in my face. “красивая.” He said to me “ты выглядишь так красиво.” He thought I would feel honored receiving such an blessing, even as I breathlessly gasped each time he moved, each thrust jostled my wound, making me bleed and ache worse. I resigned to the tired blanket that blood loss and alcohol had laid over me. Instead I whimpered and growled lowly, my hands loosely balled into the lapels of the coat of his uniform

He dug his fingers into the bullet hole as he fucked me harder and harder. He nears the edge, forcing his tongue in my mouth, stifling my pained moans and groans. Read more »

[MMMMMM/F] I was there when Stalin forced them to fuck [dubcon] [history] [short]

I was there when Stalin forced his Politburo members to go on drinking binges that lasted from 5pm to 4 in the morning. Almost. Every. Single. Day. For years on end! Near the end of his run, after his wife died under “mysterious circumstances” and after the end of World War II, he did not like to be alone. The guy was an absolute madman, but I don’t think he’s lived with out regrets that haunt him to his last days. The guy was fucked in the head and just did not want to be by himself ever. And were these guys supposed to say, no? To Stalin? Are you crazy? He would get defensive and angry whenever someone would make up an excuse for not coming too many times. And the guy was unpredictable when he was angry. So everyone just let this happen. He’d call everyone in the after noon to ask them to come over, get everyone wine drunk at dinner (which would last for 4 HOURS), and the get every one super drunk by forcing people to do cheers with vodka. He would keep going and people would get just uninhibited and trashed. Taking their clothes off, getting blubbery and weeping, playing ‘pranks’ on each other which would end up escalating to the men pushing each other into lake in front of Stalin to try to fall more into his favor. It happened to me, I almost drowned two on two different occasions! Read more »

[MM/F] My [21F] Abusive Fantasy That I’m Kind of Embarrassed About ??? [NonCon] [Younger Woman] [Older Men] [Denial] [Humilation]

I’d like to lick a mans boots. Get my face stepped on

It’s strange, in my fantasies, the guy I **really** want (Ben Shapiro) refuses to touch me sexually, even if I want it. He denies me the comfort of at least being taken advantage of by someone I’m attracted to.

The guy I actually want (Ben Shapiro) would bring another larger man in a mask to ravage me while he watched and laughed and says provoking things.

In my fantasy, the guy who is fucking me is too big to be going as hard and fast as he is. I have a pretty small stature and vagina, and it’s painful to get my cervix thrusted on like that. I actually don’t cum unless it’s slower, penetration makes it hard for me to orgasm because even average-sized dicks are a challenge. I get this like cold shivering feeling all over my body. Have you ever had something hit the left side of your mid back in just the right way that your spleen feels it? You get unpleasant tingles all over your abdomen and shoulders, you feel cold and nauseous and start to sweat. It’s a very specific feeling. Well when my cervix gets hit, it’s very similar. Read more »

Ben Shapiro punished me for working out too much.

To get me to prove that my knees were feeling better, he made me crawl on them. Of course I couldn’t, my knees are killing me.

My punishment? 15 lashes on each hand. And then being tied to the bed so I cannot leave for the gym. He verbally degraded me for how my overexercise has made me feet ugly.

The worse part? How wet I was getting all the while. But he does not touch me. He never does.

Red-handed [TW: fetishization of bulimia, noncon]

I jump as I hear the door knob turn. Bolting up from kneeling in front of the toilet, I quickly pull the fingers from my mouth, wiping them on my shorts, and slam the toilet seat down, but it’s too late, you caught me red-handed. Your face read vacant, almost uninterested. “What are you doing?” You deadpanned.

“I-I was just feeling sick.” A weak lie that dribbles out, matching the drool that drips down my chin and smacks wetly against the floor.

“You disgusting brat.” Your nose crinkles and you barge into the bathroom, I shrink away and try to side step you but you grabbed the offending hand and held it up to inspect the two red knuckles, your eyes dart down to my blushed knees, then back up again to my saliva-smeared face and running nose. You crush my wrist tighter, making me hiss. “You ungrateful CUR!” You release only to strike me with the back of your hand. My head snaps to the side. I go down, not because it was particularly hard (though my head spun), but so I could tuck my head below my arms to deter anymore blows. Read more »