“You didn’t even ask…” I mutter as my bf starts moving the blankets to expose my ass and pussy. “I don’t have to” he replies, pushing my hips up and head down into the pillows. I whimper as he starts rubbing his hard cock against me. “Tell me you like it, whore” he says, pushing the tip into me. My body shudders and I feel myself getting wet. “Yes sir, I like it” I say. That is all the permission he needs, quickly shoving the rest of his cock into my tight pussy. I moan and shift, giving him better access to my dripping cunt. “Good girl” he says as he thrusts into me hard and fast. I whimper and moan, hating that my body enjoys this.
Author: SleepingNarwhal
Unknowingly used pt 2 ??[M/F] [Str8] [nc]
I can’t seem to post links to other stories here, but please check out part 1 either at this subreddit or at r/rapestories
Anyways, thanks to everyone for your comments and support. I hope all you kinky people like part 2 as much as I do!
I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Jake stares at me and smiles, slowly stroking his thick cock. I realize quickly how little clothing I have on, only a sheer night dress that has ridden up high on my thigh. I stand up and try to cover my body with a blanket from the couch, but Jake has already crossed the room in three big steps. His hands gripping my wrists. Not too tight, but strong enough that I can’t cover myself. “Good morning” he whispers in my ear, “how are you feeling?” I blink up at him and try to figure out what to say. “Uh, I’m ok, I don’t really remember much from the party last night… what happened?” Jake smiles, “how about I show you?” He says as he pulls me towards the bedroom.
Unknowingly used ?
This is going to be a quick story because for most of it I[23] was foggy and going in and out of consciousness. I’ve always liked the idea of being used and not remembering it in the morning. I’ve told my bf[26] this many times, and we had agreed to try it next time I got drunk or high enough. What actually happened isn’t what I had intended.
One night my bf’s friends came over to the apartment for game night. It was fun, filled with drinking, smoking pot, and the slow removal of my clothing. By the time everyone was getting ready to leave, I was in a tight white tank top and a pair of black panties. I was also very drunk. I remember everyone leaving, saying goodnight. The next thing I remember is being thrown on the bed in our very dark bedroom. I think I mumbled something about it being dark or me being too tired. A rough voice from behind me said, “shut up little bitch, it’s my turn to have some fun” and I felt the ball gag being tied roughly behind my head. I remember trying to sit up and not being able to even move my arms.
Second story I’ve written, all of it is true! Please give me constructive feedback ?
As I lay in bed writing my first story, my boyfriend peeks over my shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asks. I tell him I’m writing some of our sexual adventures down. He’s quiet for a moment. I brace myself for a slap on the ass, thinking that he’s mad at me for wanting to share our stories with strangers. Surprisingly, he kisses my shoulder and rolls back over, leaving me to write.
After I get a few more paragraphs done, he asks to read it. I feel embarrassed and worried, but I know a good whore never says no to anything, so I pass over my phone. He reads it once over quickly, and then again more slowly. I glance up at his face and he smiles, kissing me on he forehead, “this is great, slut. Keep writing.”
I ask him a couple of questions and he gives some tips. I want to make sure that the most men get off to my story. I’m a good whore, that’s my job. I pretend I don’t notice his cock getting hard against my leg.
My first time writing a story [MF] [Str8] [oral] [public]
I love being a little whore, and my boyfriend knows it. This is a story about how I finally got to play that role for him.
My bf and I were going on a trip, it was going to take a whole day of flying and we were both stressed out. So when we finally got on the second plane after a long layover, I knew I had to do something to cheer him up. When we were purchasing our tickets, we made sure to get in a row that was just us. It was a long flight and we wanted room to spread out, you know? So anyways, once we got settled in we kept our fingers crossed to be all alone. No such luck. He has the window seat, I was in the middle, and a stranger was on the aisle. She was an older gal, late 40’s – early 50’s, and pretty unremarkable. Needless to say, my bf and I were pretty bummed.