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Like, surprise me in the parking lot kind of rape. I always park far away because I need the walk and I don’t want to deal with people who pull out like jackasses (hehe), so it should be pretty easy. I’m putting my things in the backseat, tucking them into the foot space so they don’t move around. You come up quick and grab handfuls of my ass, using your larger body to hoist me all the way into the back.

I’d be so shocked, I wouldn’t know what was happening, and that would give you plenty of time to pin me down by the back of the neck, my cheek pressing hard to the seat. I can feel the hard outline of your cock against my ass before I even draw a breath to scream. With your free hand you punch me in the head. Not hard, you know how to pull back on your blow, but sharp. It hurts just enough to scare me into shutting up.

You lean in even as I feel your hand slip between us to your belt. There are no fumbling hands here, you’re quick and precise as you pull the strap free of its buckle, followed by a brisk zip. “You scream and I’ll fucking put you in the hospital.” I can feel your breath on the side of my face but I can’t see you.

Now your dick is free, thick, and hard, and hot against me. Your attentions turn to my clothing, swiftly yanking my dress up and underwear down to my thighs. I try to wriggle, push you off, but you’ve got just enough of your weight on me so that I can’t budge up.

“Stupid..cunt!” Your sneer turns into a groan as you line up well enough to force your cock into me with one sharp thrust. I cry out but you don’t reprimand me, you moan and curse into my ear as you start fucking me against my will.

It burns, being stretched out and stuffed so forcefully, but only at first. I get wetter and wetter as you thrust into me again and again and again. I let out little grunts as you fill me, draw breath when you pull out. Your hips are so violent I can feel and hear the whole car rocking as I’m raped.

You still moan somewhere above me but don’t say anything else, even when my grunts become sharp cries as your fucking into my pussy becomes faster, harder. When you cum you shout out a curse against my temple and bury your cock so deep it forces a guh sound out of me.

You keep pumping your cum into me almost tenderly once your orgasm has passed, pushing it deep, clearly enjoying the last ebbs of the pleasure you took from my body. When you finally push off me and start tucking yourself away you tell me, “Don’t say a fucking word about this to anyone. I’m going to give you five minutes and then you better drive straight fucking home. I’m going to follow you in case you get any ideas.”

I can hear your feet walking away and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I push my dress back down hastily as I back up out of the car, fumbling to pull my underwear back up, cringing at the squishy sensation of my panties meeting the cum seeping out of my ravaged cunt. I close the door and walk around to get in my car. I see another man walking to his car with a shopping bag and a snarky grin on his face. It’s not you, but he knows, or thinks he knows, what I’ve been doing. I turn so red that I can actually hear him laugh as he closes his car door.

On the long drive home I keep checking my mirror for you. I don’t know if it was a bluff but I’m not taking chances. I go straight home only to find a cop car waiting on the curb in front. I panic. Did someone see and call it in? Did you follow me home? Are you watching now? Are you going to kill me?

The cop walks up and motions for me to roll down the window. Stammering I ask if anything is wrong.

It’s finally happening.

That thought loops, a giddy, almost frantic rhythm under the surface of everything else. Play it cool. You have to play it cool, even though every nerve ending is fizzing like cheap champagne.

For weeks, it’s been a careful little ritual. Unlocking the door before bed. Cracking the back window just enough — an invitation hanging in the humid night air. Tonight felt different, though. So, you upped the ante. No panties under the big soft t-shirt you usually wear to bed. You made sure of that. Easy access. Practically gift-wrapped.

And the show you put on earlier? Pure artistry, if you do say so yourself. Kneeling on the living room floor, ass up, face down, fingers working magic between your legs, right in front of the window. You’d imagined unseen eyes watching, felt the heat rise not just from your own touch, but from the idea of being observed, caught, wanted like that. You made sure the wetness glistening on your cunt was visible before you finally curled into a tight orgasm, moaning just loud enough to carry. Bait. Shameless, desperate bait.

Two is company, three is a crowd. The old saying is tossed around as a joke. She sits on the bed in the hotel room while the three men take off their clothes. The girl is almost entirely confident. Her experience having sex with two men at the same time will surely carry her through. A flicker of nervousness is visible on her face as they lead her off the bed and onto her knees.

Sucking cock, she strokes the other two. With only moments to catch her breath, her mouth is passed around the trio. The coordination required to give two handjobs while deepthroating is slightly beyond her ability. The men get more impatient and unsatisfied by her awkward rhythm.

“Come on, you can do better than that. You said you were good at this.” The man lambasts her. She gurgles in response. “One more minute, then we can switch.” Groans another as he facefucks her. “Let’s get into the fun stuff.” Remarks the third, also unsatisfied by her hand. He grabs her hips, lifting her upright and drives his cock into her pussy.

Spitroasted on the men, the girl feels a moment of comfort. Having one man using her cunt while she sucks off the other is a familiar place for her. The third man complicates things. She tries her best to swap between the two regularly, but their impatience grows. One sits on the bed. “Let me fuck her. Come bounce on my dick, slut.”

“I’m trying my best, okay?” Her disrespectful tone slips through her unused mouth. The energy changes. The girl swallows as she reads the frustrated expressions of the three men. “Try harder.” Says the man on the bed as he grabs her hips and pulls her on top of him. She takes him in her pussy while another stands on the matress.

She tastes her pussy on his cock as she rides the other man. Another familiar place. The girl forgets to take care of the third man. A firm grip on her bum reminds her of his presence. Reaching behind, she tries to grab onto his cock. It’s too late.

Pulling her head away from the blowjob, she feels the head of his cock press against her ass. “Hey! I don’t do anal! I told you that before! Stop!” The girl protests. “You do now.” He would barely fit inside her without her pussy stretched by the other man. He groans and thrusts himself inside her third hole.

Her safeword is ignored. It’s nothing but theatre when three men want to take a lone woman. The impotent begging is muffled when a cock is shoved down her throat. Finally, the group is satisfied. Tears pour from her eyes as her arms are held behind her back. Fighting with all her strength wouldn’t be enough to stop even one of them.

Another desparate attempt to escape. The men pin her to the bed and switch between her holes. She begs for them to stop. They don’t. Instead they fuck her harder. The first man to finish unloads his cum all over her sobbing face. The second man finishes in her ass. As he pulls his cock from her, the third man takes his place. Their cum mixes in her used asshole.

The first is ready again. His comrades hold her down so he can properly enjoy her. The girl’s pleading has faded into the occasional mumbled word or outburst of crying. As they fuck her, one or two keeps a firm grip on her to prevent any physical resistance. Sometimes, two regain their stamina at the same time, and they both penetrate her at the same time.

I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and there's this thing I like to do sometimes. I'll put in a butt plug, find the smuttiest audio book I can, and go for a walk. It's exhilarating doing something so filthy in front of so many people without them even knowing. Today, I went on one of these little walks, except it wasn't very little. I was so engrossed by how hot the book was that I walked a little too far. It was starting to get dark when I finally realized I needed to start heading home. I didn't live in the best part of town. It wasn't the safest to be out alone at night. I turned off my book and briskly started back. The fastest way home had a shortcut through an alleyway. When I got to the entrance of it, I looked down. It was pretty dark, but taking this way would mean I'd be home safe quicker. I looked around me, and after seeing no one, I darted into the alleyway. I picked up the pace a bit. The faster I got home, the better. When I was about halfway through the alley, I saw you coming towards me. It's dark it's hard to make out your features, but I can tell by the silhouette that you're a man. I feel my heart leap into my throat. Just look down, move quickly, and don't engage, I think to myself.

"Well, hello there!" you say in a friendly tone. I keep moving, pretending not to hear you. Despite the wide birth I give you as we pass, you close the distance by reaching out and grabbing my arm.

"I said hello," you say, more firm this time, "it's only polite to say hello back."

"Please let go of me," I say, attempting to shrug off your hand.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out so late? You a hooker?" you ask, looking me up and down.

"No," I say, "just leave me alone." I attempt to move away again, but your grip tightens, and you move towards me.

"That's too bad, cause I'd love to buy your services, what do ya say?" You wrap your other arm around me and firmly squeeze my ass cheek.

"Get off!" I shout as I push you away from me. You're deceivingly strong, and you hold me in place as I struggle.

"Come on baby, I know you want it. Why else would you be out here so late? Just let me fuck you."

"Get off of me!" I shout again, struggling against you. The next thing I know, you have both your arms around me and are wrestling me to the ground. I'm fighting you with all my strength, but it's no use. In a matter of seconds, I'm lying face down in the dirt. One hand holding my arms behind my back and the other pulling down my pants and underwear. That's when you notice the butt plug.

"See," you said, pushing on the plug and wiggling it side to side, "you're a filthy little whore who walks around at night just waiting to be fucked." With that statement you plug your length inside me. Its slips in easily, as I'm drenched from earlier. I scream, half out of disgust, half out of shock. The fact that my rapist's cock could feel so good is alarming.

"If you didnt want to be fucked, then why is your pussy so wet for me?" You ram yourself inside, seeming to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. I am overcome with shame about how good it feels. I can feel my body betraying me, cumming as my pussy is used against my will... You pull out abruptly and I try to catch my breath, wondering if it's over.

You lean overtop of my panting body and whisper in my ear, "Now to give you what you really want". The next thing I know, you rip the plug from my ass. I let out a shriek from the unexpected discomfort.

"Please, no" I beg you, "I've only used plugs before, it's too big."

"Don't be silly, of course you want my cock in your ass. Why else would you be using plugs?" I can feel the head of your cock sliding up and down across my opening. "Plugs help you prepare for the real thing. If anything, I'm helping you," and with that you begin to push your hard member into my asshole.

I scream, "It hurts! Take it out! Take it out" You pay no attention to my protests as you slowly sink your entire length inside of me. Once you are as deep as you can go, you say "It's about to hurt a hell of a lot more."

You begin thrusting violently in and out of my virgin ass. I continue to scream and beg for you to stop. You simply laugh and push my face into the ground.

"This is what you wanted. Just let me help you" you say between grunts. You pound my ass hard as I cry into the dirt. "See, it's so good you're crying." you taunt.

I can feel you building to your climax. Your thrusts become more rough and purposeful. Just as your about to finish, you pull out of my ass and shove yourself deep into my cunt. Making sure to shoot every drop into my reluctant womb.

"That's it, take all my cum like the good little cumdump you are," you say before finally getting off me.

I lay in the alleyway; violated, broken and leaking cum from my abused cunt. You zip up your fly and look down on my body. You pull out your wallet and grab a 5 dollar bill.

La mala educación (2004)