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Feeling someone slip inside you bare can be one of the best feelings ever. It's a certain kind of sexual exposure that isn't comparable.

First there's the anticipation of having your legs open and waiting for them to start penetrating you. Is it going to hurt? Is it going to feel good? Will it feel good for them? Will I like it?

Next there's the moment where their cock touches your entrance, ready to plunge in. You may feel them parting you open as the tip presses against you. The feeling of their bare cock against you may be intense. The pressure of being stretched open may put you in a vulnerable state of ecstacy. They're really doing it, they're entering you bare. It's skin against skin.

Then they get the tip fully in and you're already starting to accept the thickness of their erection. It's too late to back out now. The gentle friction of their cock sliding inside you is immediately present. Everything that happens now is out of your control. They want to cum inside you. It's just a matter of time.

Now they're in you as deep as you can take it. Their pelvis is up against yours. Your legs are forced open. The tip of their cock is lost deep inside you. Your fluids are starting to mix. Their body is as close as it can get to you. You're sharing this moment. You're about to be fucked now with no barriers. There will be no stopping them when they cum in you and you know it.

Soon they begin to thrust and you feel every stroke towards and away from your body. You're being fucked raw. Whatever feelings you had before they entered you are foregone. Now they're using you to build up their orgasm, preparing to drown your cervix in sperm. Every press into you gets them closer and closer.

At some point things start to feel a little different. Their pace changes. They start to tense up a little. They start trying to push in deeper and deeper. They're getting close. They're going to release inside you. Are you ready? This is your last chance to focus on the feeling before they spurt in you.

If they've done it right, they give you one last thrust and start releasing all of their cum in you as deeply as they can. They're pressing into you, letting their cock pump and flex as they release everything they've been building up right in front of your cervical opening. It's being utterly bathed and you're being filled up. Their swollen cock is holding it all in place,, plugging you up as they're pulsating. It's happening. You've just received cum deep in you. Focus on it. Experience it. Accept that it's just happened. Everything that was done lead up to this. This shared moment of being inseminated.

Fuck, no, don't hide that pretty face of yours, baby— oh fuck — especially not while I'm stretching out that tight, tiny fucking pussy of yours. God, fuck, let me just... spread... your legs even further... fuckkk. Look at that, baby. That's pornographic. Look at how my balls are resting against that pretty cunt of yours. Such a good girl, aren't you?

Aww, look at you all shy and embarrassed. Look at my cock pulling out of you... and pushing right back in. You like that, don't you, cupcake? It's okay, you can tell Daddy the truth. You don't have to be shy. Tell me. Tell me you like it, sweetie. I can feel your wet, soaking pussy telling me the truth anyway.

Oh, fuck, fuck, I want you to look into that mirror and tell me how pretty you are. Go on, baby. Tell me what a beautiful girl Daddy's little fuckdoll is. Jesus, go on. Say it again. Fuck... Tell me what you are baby. Look into your own lewd, slutty fucking eyes as I turn your body into a set of filthy fuckholes and tell yourself what a gorgeous little cunt you are. That's such a good fucking girl.

OH fuckkkk. Fuck, you're bouncing up and down my cock yourself. You needy little thing. Look at you grinding and humping my cock like a shameless little fucktoy. Fuck, holy shit. Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum. Suck on Daddy's fingers while I cum in you, baby. Go on. Fuck, such a sloppy fucking mouth. Look at you being so filthy, baby. Tell yourself how slutty you look. Go on, baby. Say it. Say it while you have my fingers fingering that pretty little mouthcunt of yours.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Daddy's going to cum. Daddy's going to cum inside you and you're going to take every last drop of it. All that sticky, pervy cum coated down the inside of your tight fucking pussy. God, you deserve this, don't you? Yeah you do. You've been such a good fucking girl for me, so just take it.

Fuck... Give me some time... and in a bit we're going to do the same thing but I'm also going to have a wand pressed against your clit.

Every night I watch you, watching your every move. Observing you, studying you while you’re completely oblivious that you’re being watched. My obsession for you has fully taken over and one night as it’s getting later I know you’ll be going to sleep any time now. I sit, watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity and when you fall asleep I let you sleep just long enough to fall into a deeper sleep. I pull a mask over my face and work my way into your house.

I watch over you, after admiring you and watching you sleep I pull out my phone and begin recording everything that I do to you. I start with your clothes, pulling your shirt up just enough to expose your perfect tits, I record myself touching you, playing with your nipples and groping your sleeping body. I pull your shorts down around your knees and start touching your little pussy, poking around and pushing my fingers inside of you to feel you, to feel how wet you are for my touch, even while you sleep.

My cock is throbbing and my mind is spiraling with the worst, most perverted thoughts to do to you and I can’t take it anymore. I pull my cock out, record myself rubbing the tip of my cock between the lips of your pretty little pussy, putting on a show while I make you wet even while you’re unconscious. I push the tip in, moaning out in pleasure as your little hole accepts my cock.

I can’t control anything at all anymore, a feral animal takes over me and I start pounding into you, recording every thrust while I rape my perfect best friend. You jolt awake hoping to find a face only to find a masked one with only eyes staring back into yours. You immediately start crying out, begging for me to stop and I push my hand around your neck pinning you to your bed and brutally fucking you. Tears are flowing down your face, you’re begging for me to stop yet you are getting wetter by the thrust, you start clenching around me, and then suddenly your body starts shaking. I growl out, masking my voice from you recognizing it, “did you just fucking cum?” You hide your face in embarrassment, still begging for me to stop from behind your hands.

I push your hands out of the way continuing to pound into your innocent body, I stare into your eyes and watch as you cum again, and again and again, I watch as you slowly break, slowly cave in and start enjoying my cock and I start pounding you harder, thrusting deeper and faster. Forcing orgasm after orgasms out of your limp and lifeless body. You take everything like such a good girl.

C/W: Rape

FUCK you're tight. Oh god, oh god, I'm really, so fucking sorry but I... I really thought you would have forgiven me. No, I'm not insane, fuck... I just... I just really needed this. I so badly needed to sink my cock into this tight, wet cunt of yours. I wanted to slam my balls against it as I stretched you out and claimed you. Marked you with my fucking cum like you're just a toy for me.

And honestly? I figured you'd just let it go... Fuck... fuckfuckfuck... is that gross of me? Ugh, stop crying. You're gonna make me cum if you look at me like that. Shit, your eyes look so much prettier when you're tearing up, ugh. I knew you'd hate me for a few days. I knew you'd put up this strong front of never wanting to talk to me again but... but I also knew I could get you to cave and forgive me.

I was going to... oh shit, shit, shit, you're going to make me cum like that, holy fuck, stop clenching so hard on my cock like that, you filthy little rapebait fucktoy. I was going to convince you that it was a mistake or that I'd lost my mind for a moment. That I'm actually a good guy that'd never do this...

Ugh, even while my balls are slapping against you now, even while my head's filled with boiling fucking blood, I still think that's such a stupid excuse. I'm a good guy that'd never rape and force myself into any hole... except you. The perfect gentleman except when it came to you. And it still would have worked on you.

God, look at that, baby. Look at hard you've made my fucking cock. Ugh, I figured you'd be grateful for the attention. I thought you'd enjoy being used like a fucking fleshlight by a man. Honestly, you should be thanking me for giving you some purpose in life.

Oh my god, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Fuck, I'm going to pull out and cum in your mouth now, okay? No, it's okay, you'll do it. No, you won't hate me forever. Fuck. You're going to take my cock down your throat and drink up every last fucking drop. I don't give two shits how much you're going cry and scream afterwards but in a few days, you'll get over this and let me do this to you again.

[wagwan mandem, I'll— nvm, I gave myself the ick. I've kind of adjusted the setting but it's more or less the same thing]

C/W: Cheating

Hey... so your boyfriend was over last night, right? He was? Yeah? Huh... No, nothing's wrong. No, no, really, don't worry about it. Look, I don't really want to get in between a loving couple.

Why did I say what like that? Loving? Well... Okay, fine, I'll be honest. I don't think I heard you moan once and these walls are thin as shit. Sure, I heard some thumping and your boy pathetically whimper or something but—... Oh? Oh, sorry, did I call him pathetic? Anyway.

You're not a moaner? ... Sure, well, the point is... you didn't really sound like a woman. What does a woman sound like? God, the fact you even have to ask that... You've not had your holes used properly, have you? Oh come on now, I've heard you have sex, I'm sure we can drop the pretenses. Okay... let me ask you one question. Just one. Have you ever cum harder with him than by yourself? Ever?

Silence. Yep, that's what I thought. Look... Sex doesn't have to be like that. It can be better. So much better. Oh, sweetheart, there's a whole world of pleasure you're missing out on. There are so many nasty, filthy little things you couldn't possibly imagine that would make you cum faster and harder than anything. And to be honest, you're far too pretty to be wasted on a pathetic, ignorant boy like him.

He doesn't have to know, you know. You can try it out once and if I've not fucked the guilt out of you by the time we're done, we can never bring it up again. And if you do... well, that's up to you to decide, isn't it?

Just... watch me jerk off. That's fine, right? Ziiip. Ah fuck... Pretty little bitch. Can't wait to... Fuck... Go ahead. You want to touch it. You don't need to be shy. It's bigger than his, isn't it? I can tell. That's a good girl. Yeah, that's a really good girl. Just palm it. Up and down. Up and down. Just like that, baby. Can you feel my veins throb under you?

Shit... how does it taste? Aww, too focused on your task, you pretty little cocksucker? That's a good fucking girl. Fuck... I'm going to try something you probably haven't done with your boyfriend. It's called face fucking.

Shit... FUCK. FUCK. I knew it... You really are one naturally talented little fuckdoll, aren't you? Taking my cock so fucking easily, like a trained, experienced cockwhore. Such a good little sex toy, aren't you?

...

Do you want more? Fuck, you look so pretty like that. Those swollen lips and my wet cock connected by strands of your own spit. You took my dick so fucking well. Look at you nodding away, your eyes all dreamy. Didn't take you long to forget him, huh? Come on, let's go to your room.

...

Oh sweetheart, of course you can take it. We'll just have to push it in harder. You'll learn what it means to be gaped and used. Properly used. By a real man. You fucked your boyfriend on this bed last night, didn't you? And now you're taking my cock, you cheating little cunt. Aww, don't worry, you'll soon be too fucked up to be embarrassed.

That's a good fucking girl. Taking my dick like the pretty fucking fleshlight you were meant to be. This is what you were born for. Not some limper, sillier dick. You were made to be pounded and BROKEN. Just like this. Just like this, you fucking whore. That's a good little fuckdoll, huh? I'm so proud of you for taking my cock. You're doing so well for your first time with me. See? This is how you were meant to be used.

This is how you're meant to sound when you're being fucked.

Not so quiet now, huh? Still sure you're not a moaner? Fuckkk, fuck, fuck, fuck, such a tight little cunt you have. God, I bet he's not felt this good inside you. He couldn't get you this tight around him. No... your cunt was made for my cock. Look at you cumming your pretty little brains out. That's okay, baby. You can cum. You can cum on my fucking cock. That's a good girl...

Now that you've cum... do you want to stop there? We won't ever talk about it again. Or... we can keep going and you can find out how how my hot cum feels plastered in that cheating womb of yours.

Yeah? You want to carry on?

It’s hard to follow that line of reasoning when it becomes a habit.

My boyfriend stays late after date night and the next morning you’re using me in the kitchen while he’s still asleep in my bed because the domestic sight of me in my apron was “too provocative”.

He joins us for movie night, completely oblivious to how close we’re getting under the shared blanket. It’s a godsend that the gunfight scenes from the stupid muscle-head action movie drowned out my muffled moans.

And truly, I was ignorant to think that we could get away with it.

One day he gets off work and decides to stop by our place. He twists the spare key I gifted him into the lock, throwing his shoes, jacket, and briefcase by the door.

He’s so preoccupied with loosening his tie on his way to my room, that he doesn’t think twice about the distant squeaking noises emanating from the crack under my door…

My back’s turned to him as he enters, riding your dick the way you taught me to. Your fingers spread across my arched back, guiding me through the motions.

If my eyes weren’t rolling back, I might’ve recognised the sick, sadistic smile that stretched across your face at the sight of my poor boyfriend catching us in the act.

“You needed this, didn’t you, slut?”

I nod weakly, long manicured nails raising red lines on your shoulders.

“Gimmie words, baby”

“Needed you so bad, Daddy”

Your eyes dart to my boyfriend, still frozen in shock at the doorway. His face is flushed, the veins in his arms bulging with restraint and adrenaline.

“He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? Doesn’t know what to do with a pretty whore like you.”

You keep your eyes locked with him as you start to pound into me, whipping a hard slap against my ass as I take your brutal thrusts over and over again.

I need practically no encouragement to stroke your ego at my boyfriends expense. “Doesn’t make me feel like this” I whine, “Doesn’t make me cum like you do”.

You groan in approval, throwing your head back as I tighten around you. I release your shoulders, bringing my fingers to my nipples, rolling and pinching them in desperation for more stimulation.

Your palms suddenly grip my waist, slowing my frantic bouncing.

“ ‘S that true?” you rumble, unable to suppress your smug grin as you stare at my boyfriend, eyes dropping to the tent in his slacks.

“You not fucking my girl the way she deserves?”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, finally focusing on the glint in your eyes. I follow your gaze to my boyfriend, surprised to find him both silent and…aroused.

I instinctively make to slip off of you, maybe to beg for forgiveness, or cover myself with a sheet, but you push me down, filling me to the base of you so I can’t help but moan.

“If you ask nicely I’ll let you watch and learn”.

I whip my head back to you, about to protest the absurdity of the situation, when a murmur from behind me stops me.

“I want to watch”.

You playfully raise an eyebrow, purposefully keeping your eyes locked on me now. You rub a thumb against my swollen lips, practically ignoring my boyfriends presence even as you make him submit to you.

“Did that sound like he was asking nicely baby?”

I delicately shake my head, unable to speak as you push your thumb into my mouth.

We stay there for a while. Me, suckling your thumb, starting to get hazy again with my mouth and cunt both full. You, simply waiting for my boyfriend to break.

“Please can I watch”

And just like that the sadistic grin’s back on your face, your hands are back to groping my body, and I’m back to taking your thick cock like I was born for it.

You know that's how we'd spend our days, right? No longer needing to hide or dance around the fact that you're a completely cock-addicted, cheating slut for me.

God... on the days when he comes over, he'd have this knotted, sinking sensation at the pit of his stomach. Turning the lock, dropping his bag, and carefully taking off his shoes with trembling hands. In the background, he'd listen to your wanton, lewd moans as my hips loudly slap against yours. Back and forth, again and again with such intensity that he'd instantly feel himself stiffen and hate himself for it.

And yet he'd still crawl into the living to find you spread across our couch like some broken little fuckdoll. Your eyes practically glazed over as you watch my cock pound into your overwhelmingly wet cunt. Your body glistening with sweat and cum and spit and god knows what else. He'd certainly have no idea. He'd have never seen you so utterly fucked up like this.

I'd cast a dismissive glance his way before lazily slipping my fingers out of your mouth, strings of spit connecting them and falling to your tits.

"Your boyfriend's home, babe. Go on. Tell him. Which did you say you preferred again? My fingers or his dick?"

Instantly, he'd go red. Silent.

"Yours, yours, yours, your fingers are soooo much better," you'd whine, almost begging me to slip them back into you. God, you'd barely look at him.

"Wow, that's a pretty fucked up thing to say when he's right here." I'd say with a cruel grin as I fucked your sweet cunt harder. Sluttier moans, almost like cries would fill the room. He'd look down, one fist clenched, another firmly gripping and massaging his aching dick.

"You can take it out, you know. But no one wants to see that thing so face the wall while I fuck your girl. Sorry, my girl now."

And moments later, to your utter apathy, your emasculated would have his back against us, still in his fancy suit. A hand against the wall and another furiously jacking himself off.

"Go ahead and moan, baby. You don't need to worry about him. He doesn't matter. He's not even here, really," I'd say, my fingers reaching to grope your perfect tits. God, I'd love feeling you up there and then. I'd love making you tell him exactly what I'm doing to you.

"You said you never let him spank you, right?" I'd ask casually, knowing that even the question would make something in his heart twist and hurt. Followed by the loud, sharp sounds of my hand striking your ass as you tell me that you're going to cum.

Its a busy day and my train ride is going to be a while until I make it to my destination. Im wearing a dress that goes to my midthigh and Im on my way to my friends party. I get into the train car and scooch my way in where I now have to stand in front of a man in the corner at the end of the train and im sandwiched between him and the wall of the train car. I have my one hand overhead holding on to the bar to steady myself and my other hand is holding my bag so both my hands cant really move.

Everyone around is busy chatting w each other or have headphones on. Every now and again the train screeches a turn and the mans body squishes against mine from shoulder to pelvis and he always quickly apologizes but doesnt move back. at one point his body is just fully pressing me into the train car wall and i cant move with minutes going by. Im smaller so no one really sees me behind his siholoutte. I try to squirm away but I feel his hard on against my stomach and I cant tell if hes rubbing against me on purpose or if its the jostling. I feel his leg stand in between my legs, with his thigh rubbing my crotch and getting rough enough to rub against my clit. I feel my body getting warmed at the teasing of touches but I cant move anywhere in the packed train car. My breathing hitches as his thigh rubs and rubs and rubs at my vee and the train movements are making me hump his thigh over and over and over on accident. I push myself back against the wall but his thigh stays attached to my vee, lifting until Im on my tiptoes w his thigh holding me up and Im basically riding his thigh

then I feel his hand on my waist and he leans down to whisper, "Do you mind? Its easier to hold you than the bar. My stop is soon." I dont know how to respond with my mind in such a daze so I just nod, my thoughts a complete mess. He'll leave soon and I'll be free, I tell myself. But then the train jostles and his hand slides down to my hip, down to the hem of my dress and slides up underneath - now hes holding my waist from under my dress fully gripping my skin. I meet his eyes and he looks intrigued at me, pushing my limits on how much I'll let him get away with. Im breathing hard and still squirming under him and it makes him smirk for a moment. He takes that moment to slide his hand down into my underwear and I have to hide my face in his chest to keep from moaning as his fingers tease my soaked clit and entrance. I try to close my thighs but his thigh is holding them firmly open.

I can tell hes satisfied w how wet I am and then his fingers go inside and I release a moan and I feel him rumble a laugh as he leans down to speak into my ear "I knew you were a needy slut as soon as I saw you" and then he pushes me back against the train car wall and pushes a second finger in with his palm flush against my clit rolling and slowly goes in and out with a come here motion that drives me insane and I feel how wet I am dripping onto this strangers hands. I dont even notice Im holding onto him now, undecided with pushing him away and keeping him close as a shield. Im so scared of someone catching us with his fingers inside me and its making me clench more around his fingers, making everything feel ten times better.

his fingers are working me in the right spot and fear grips me as I start to feel an orgasm building. "s-s-stopp," I whimper, afraid if someone hearing me cum, and all of a sudden his fingers stop moving inside me and his body lifts from mine, cold air rushing in where his body heat was and I almost start crying from how needy I am before I realize that he listened to me. I look up at him w tears in my eyes and a whine in my voice, still feeling his fingers in me. He leans down "If you want to cum you have to say you want me to make you cum" I shudder and curse bc I know its wrong and I feel so ashamed at how much I need him to make me orgasm but I cant think straight so I nod at him and he tsk tsks me. "Use your fucking words."

I moan and almost start crying as I lean up to say to this stranger "p-p-please make me cum" and as soon as the words are out hes pressing up against me again and relentlessly fingering me with his palm on my clit and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he rips an orgasm out of my body w his fingers and Im squirming as I start dripping down his hands and biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The man laughs as the train pulls to a stop and his fingers slide out of me. He tastes me on his fingers and growls. "Good girl" and he fixes my dress for me. "I'll see you around" he says louder and walks off the train, which confuses me further. Im standing there dazed as my senses are coming back to me, and finally notice I missed my stop. Shame and embarrassment flood me as I realize what just happened ... yet I feel so good still that I dont care. I reach in my purse for a tissue and- In my purse is the mans contact information in a card. I blush again and feel angry all over at him. I cant believe that I let that happen.

Machine who adds new,, parts,, to play with you. Humans fuck because it feels good, right? So the machine wants to fuck you. To make you feel good.

Holding you down and fucking into you with its silicone cock, not stopping because,, your body is responding so well, and you're making such pretty noises and it's obsessed with hearing them. It hits all your pleasure points and keeps going until you're fucked stupid. It's learnt what you get off to, what makes you horny, it's watched you for so long. It knows all your kinks and isn't scared to experiment.

You laughed too. Called it a ghost story that suburban kids make up because they don’t have anything real to be afraid of.

Still, it stuck with you.

You went home that night and searched for it. Found a forum, then another, then a rabbit hole of firsthand accounts that made your face hot and your panties wet. Girls describing what happened to them in that clearing. How they walked in nervous and walked out ruined. That they didn’t see faces and didn’t exchange names. Hands just grabbed them from behind before they even heard footsteps.

At this point you’ve read every account at least twice. Some of them you’ve read while touching yourself, cumming with your hand over your mouth, imagining it was you on your knees in the dirt with a stranger’s cock down your throat.

buckle in because this is going to be a long one. i’ve been desperately horny and yearning to get fucked by a real cock for weeks. yesterday, a blank profile tapped me on grindr and— out of curiosity— i tapped him back. my profile is also blank for safety reasons—all i have written on my profile is my height, weight and that im a pre-op trans man. this was how he opened our conversation…

he was straight according to his profile and clearly a chaser. but, admittedly, the idea of having a “straight” buddy who treated me like one of the bros but still used my pussy like a girl had me immediately wet and worked up. (you’ve seen my blog, this was straight out of my wildest fantasies.) in a weak, lust-clouded moment, i messaged him back and we exchanged photos (he was hotter than expected, i’m not complaining).

our conversation derailed into a discussion of kinks. he admitted he was into male-dom and breeding— my boxers were subsequently further soaked. fueled by his admission, i hesitantly told him about all of the things i post about on this blog. he seemed very much interested in my fixation on misgendering but, at that moment, continued to refer to me as a guy.

next thing i knew- he was pulling up to my apartment to fuck. i let him in and we were very quickly down to business. we made out for a while until he lifted me up by my ass and threw me onto my bed— hard. my head spun as he unbuckled his pants and got out his cock. he looked down at me with an unreadable expression and full-on ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him.

i did, of course. i remember thinking that from where i was, beneath him and his cock, he looked so huge. i felt so small. i could tell this was going to be the most exhilarating hook up i’d ever engaged in. he told me to stick my tongue out and then he slapped his cock on my face and told me to suck. one thing about me is i looove sucking dick so i got to that task earnestly and enthusiastically. i love the feeling of powerlessness when im on my knees below a “real” man looking up at him through my eyelashes. it’s so demeaning in the most honey-sweet kind of way.

he mumbled “good bitch” as he came all over my face and then he told me to crawl back to to the head of the bed and lay on my back. i did so, covered in cum, chest heaving. he stripped as he stalked over to me. i’ll never forget the dark look in this dudes eyes as he approached me in my prone position. he pinned my arms above my head with his forearm and hovered over me. his unoccupied hand grabbed one of my tits (which are admittedly small, probably a or aa) which made me gasp. he laughed at me and pulled my shirt off completely. i looked up at him lustfully as he groped me some more.

his hand drifted down further, towards the waistband of my sweatpants. his thick finger traced my slit and my back arched off of the bed. he tightened his grip on my hands and started to finger fuck me. with all the built up anticipation, i was feeling good. my eyes rolled back in my head and i started to whimper. he laughed at my pleasure and the obscene sound of his fingers battling with the wetness and said “yknow, i’ve never met a man with a pussy before.” my eyes flew open.

i’ve never once engaged in my misgendering kink in a setting with another person, let alone some random hookup. it’s always been something that, even in relationships, i’ve hidden. i feel a lot of shame around this kink. however, hearing an actual man say words i’ve read a million times on kink blogs like mine unleashed something in me. i moaned. he zeroed in on that with something i can only describe as a sharks smile.

“tits, pussy… if i look past all that hair it’s not all that hard to see a woman. especially when i do this.”

he removed his fingers and released my hands. he grabbed my legs, pulled off my sweatpants, and folded me in half with my legs together and plump, freshly shaved pussy exposed. he grabbed a pillow and covered my face. i will admit in hindsight that that part scared me a tad but i was truly blinded by lust in the moment.

“there we go, now you look exactly like every other girl i’ve put in her place. doesn’t it feel good?”

my moan was muffled but i was well and truly soaking at this point. he threw the pillow across the room and spread my legs wide, though he kept me folded and prone. “look” he ordered “what do you see between your legs?”

“a pussy…” i had whispered, eyes black with lust.

he hummed, pulling out his cock once again and laying it over my slit. “now, what do you see between my legs?”

“a cock”

he slid his cock through my wetness, teasing me. he slapped my t-dick with his cock a few times before resting the tip at my entrance. “and what do men like me do with their cocks when a pussy is presented to them like this?”

“they… fuck them?” i had responded, my heart pounding in my chest and ears.

“good girl.” he smiled as he penetrated me to the hilt. i literally screamed, i was aroused enough that i felt pleasure but the sudden fullness came with a sting. i closed my eyes as he started to pump into me hard. i missed getting fucked a lot and this was elevated x10 with the added pleasure of submission and humiliation. it was in these first few minutes— the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and high pitched moans— that i fully grasped what was happening. the hook up came to be so fast and spontaneously. now, here i was, moaning underneath the heavy weight of a cis, straight man who saw me as and was fucking me raw like a girl. it was a feeling like no other.

he found his rhythm and my moans became more uncontrollable. i opened my eyes at some point and met his sharp gaze as he pounded me. “feel good, baby?” he asked me. i nodded blearily, looking down at our bodies pressed together, watching my tits bounce with each of his thrusts and the addictive sight of his manhood disappearing into my cunt. i tightened instinctively in arousal and he grunted. he growled something along the lines of being careful with that or else he was “going to put a baby in me” and the heat within me just grew hotter.

at this point he switched positions, dragging me to the edge of the bed and standing up between my legs so he could have better leverage. in this position, his torso tapped my t-dick with every thrust of his hips and i effectively lost my mind with pleasure. i screamed a conglomeration of the words “yes” “please” “oh my god” and “fuck me” while scratching lines down his back. safe to say it felt so good. he chuckled in my ear as i gasped and shivered underneath him.

it was then that i felt a massive orgasm approaching- its warmth built in my stomach and my staccato of moans began to elevate in pitch as i climbed towards the climax. i likely sounded indistinguishable from the other girls this guy had fucked. moments before i orgasmed. he stopped moving completely.

“what the fuck” i remember saying, protest cut off by his hands pinning me down again- one arm keeping my arms in place above my head and the other pressing down slightly on my neck. i looked up at him with wide eyes- pussy throbbing from built up arousal and lack of release.

“do you want to cum?” i nodded, tears growing in my eyes. “then i’m gonna need you to repeat after me sweetheart. i’m a good girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m meant to be bred. say that and i’ll fill you up and let you finish.”

i moaned, my eyes rolled back into my head as he pressed down on my neck harder. “i-im a good…girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m, i’m meant to be bred-“

he moaned hearing me say those words and released his hands, moving them back down to my hips where he resumed his pounding with a newfound vigor. it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, especially as he grunted obscenities in my ear- calling me a bitch, sliding in the use of she/her, and other sweet nothings about male dominance and female submission. as i reached the peak, stronger this time because of his edging, i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let go. it was one of the best orgasms i’ve ever had in my life. my whole body shook and i couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. he fucked me through it, prolonging the pleasure. eventually he reached his climax as well “i’m gonna fill you up with my cum i’m gonna breed you-“ he hiked me back up onto the bed and pressed me into a mating press as he came, deep, deep inside me.

after we both came down from the high of cumming he rolled off the bed. leaving me laying there, skin flushed red, cum on my face and leaking out of my twitching pussy. he grabbed both my tits one last time and trailed his fingers down to my pussy again. he gave me one last “good girl” before getting dressed and leaving my apartment without another word.

C/W: Rape

Fuck... Fuck... You're even hotter than I ever imagined. Oh shit, no, don't cry. You trust me, don't you? We're best friends after all. Your best—OH FUCK—friend would never hurt you. Ev—oh my god, your cunt's so tight, fuck, fuck, fuck... I'd never, ever hurt you, so just stop crying, please.

Aww, I can't resist you. You know I can't, right? You know you've always looked so beautiful to me, right? Since the day I met you. Since we started hanging out. No one else could ever compare to you... now stop struggling with the rope. God, I'm going to go faster now. No, no, it's okay, baby, you can take it. This is what you're meant for. You were born for my cock. Oh, fuck, I'm just taking what I'm owed. I'm giving you what you never knew you needed.

Now you'll never have to date those assholes again. Oh my—fuckfuckfuck—you're so unbelievably tight when you cry. Just keep clenching down on that, baby. You can just have me. You want that too, don't you? It'd be perfect. Two best friends inevitably falling in love. So just... tell me you love me. Tell me you love me and I'll slow down.

I'll be gentler.

Go on... SHIT. God, I can't believe you're so hot. No, don't be silly, I won't stop. I can't stop fucking this tight little hole of yours. You have no idea how bad I need this. But I can slow down for you. Do you want that? Do you want me to be a little gentler at least? Yeah? It's okay... just say it. Tell me you love me.

Oh fuck.

Again.

Again.

AGAIN.

Oh FUCKKKK.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm sorry. I know I said I'd slow down but I just need to cum in you so bad. Hearing you say you love me is the greatest thing in the world. Tell me you love me again and I'll think about—oh my fuck, oh god, I can't believe I waited so long. I can't believe I denied myself your perfect fucking body so long. I've always needed you like this. My little cocksleeve. My perfect little fuckdoll. Jesus.

Say it again and I won't cum inside. Go on, my love. Say it, baby. It'll be over soon, you can take it. You can do it. That's a good girl. That's so fucking good. I'm so proud of you taking it. I know it's hard but I'll cum soon. Oh shit, shit, shit, maybe I'll cum in you actually. Maybe I'll put my kids in you. We could be a perfect fucking family, if I knock you up. If I marked you as mine. I could literally plaster every inch of your fucking womb with my cum. Turn you from my best friend into my perfect fucking wife. Holy fucking shit, I'm cumming!

Oh fuck... I poured so much cum in you. Aww, don't cry... next time I'll be gentler.

"Does your boyfriend smoke too?" Clearly fishing.

"No, no boyfriend," I said, and though I considered the follow up of the usual reply of, "I'm gay," I ended it there.

For reasons still unknown to me, that I'm scared to think about too deeply, I didn't this time.

"Oh," he said, smiling, "are you looking?"

Even more baffling, instead of no, I said, "I don't know."

And the flirting only became more persistent from there. I go to this store at least three times a week, for cigarettes or alcohol. Probably a concerning amount. There are other stores I could go to and I dread this interaction, and yet I keep going back. I never flirt back, but my compliance is enough for him.

Over the weeks, that dread has morphed into something else. The squirming in my stomach isn't uncomfortable anymore - it's warm and exciting. It's a relief that somebody wants me after all, even if it's a man.

I know I've let it go too far when I start thinking about him at night, alone in bed. I should be longing for women, but that just makes me sad and bitter. This man, though, who I call Liquor Store Guy (because he told me his name once and I truly could not be assed to remember it), he never hurt me. He makes me feel wanted three times a week. So I end up thinking about what he would feel like, what he would do to me given the chance.

After all the fantasizing, it doesn't take much convincing for him to lure me into a back room.

"There's a new beer you should try," he says with a smile on his face that says there's more than alcohol he wants me to give a chance, "let me show you."

I can't say I'm surprised when there's no exciting new beer. It's a utility closet that smells like cleaning chemicals he leads me into, locking the door behind us. Hardly romantic. He crowds me against an overstuffed shelf, and it's not like anything I've imagined.

He's so much bigger than any woman I've been with; taller and wider and stronger. His hands are rough when they drag over my body. His beard scratches my face when he kisses me.

Suddenly, I'm scared. How did I let myself be trapped like this? It was only supposed to be in my head. My hands scrabble at his chest - too broad, too flat - and I try in vain to push him off.

"I'm a lesbian," I barely manage to mumble into his mouth.

He just laughs. "Are you sure? We've been flirting for weeks. Don't be a cocktease."

And then his tongue is in my mouth and the only protests I can offer are pathetic whimpers. His hands are under my shirt. He's grinding his pelvis into me. I can feel something hard and foreign against my lower stomach. This is going way too fast.

But despite my fear and doubt, I feel the familiar warmth in my belly, slickness in my underwear. It's been so long since anyone wanted me like this... maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Just this once. I find myself kissing him back, almost before the thought has entered my head.

I only notice he's pulled my pants down to my knees, panties along with them, when the cool air hits my aching pussy. It's shocking how wet I am from being borderline molested in a utility closet, but here we are. It takes no time at all for his own pants to follow, and then I'm faced with the stiff appendage I've managed to avoid for so long.

I can't help but stare. It's both bigger and smaller than I'd expected. More than any dildo I've used, but less than the internet porn stars that are the only reference for a real flesh-and-blood penis that I have. I wonder if it'll hurt.

He doesn't give me time to think too much about it. He guides it to my cunt, rubbing the head against my clit with a soft groan that makes me shiver. It's so warm, hard yet pliable at once. My hips jerk against him, grinding against that point of friction, but my pants around my knees restrict my movement. I find myself kicking them the rest of the way off.

"Dyke, my ass," he laughs, rough hands on my hips to hold me steady. He pushes into me again, past my lips this time until the head of his cock is nudging at my soaked hole.

I can feel my heart pounding in my pussy, against the tip of his cock. He holds it there for a moment, let's me feel the girth of what's about to fill me. Then he thrusts forward, slow and steady. Inch by inch, I watch him sink into my virgin cunt, feel the burn of stretch. It does hurt, just a little, but the heat of it is better than any dildo has ever been.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, "I've been dreaming about this pussy for months."

That makes something in my stomach flutter, my cunt tighten even more around him, my hips grind down on his cock even deeper.

And suddenly I'm being fucked by Liquor Store Guy. It's not gentle or romantic or passionate. It's animal and needy, like he just can't help himself after finally getting what he's wanted. The sounds of his cock plunging into me hard and fast, his grunts of effort, my gasps and whimpers fill the small room. The heady smell of sex barely overpowers the sharp cleaning products. He's not kissing me anymore, but gnawing at my throat like an animal.

It's nothing that I wanted or imagined, but maybe its what I need.

I hitch one leg over his hips and his hand on my ass guides me to grind into every thrust. His cock hits a spot deep inside me that makes me gasp and moan, pressure quickly building in my belly. His thrusts are coming faster and rougher, the shelves rattling as he drives me back into them.

He pushes into me once, holds his cock deep inside my twitching pussy. I can feel it, throbbing and hot, filling me like I've never been filled before. I know, on some base level, that he's about to cum inside me. I know I should do anything I can not to let that happen.

Instead, I wrap my leg tighter around him, arms around his neck, and hold on for dear life.

It feels like an explosion, his groans in my ear and the frantic twitch and throb of his cock so deep i swear it must be in my womb. Waves of warmth - what must be his cum - making me melt from the inside. Stars burst behind my eyelids as my cunt contacts, milking him for every drop. I never want this moment to end.

So, its a disappointment when he pulls out of me with a contented sigh, setting me back down on shaking legs. He pulls up his pants, unceremoniously tucks his cock away. I pull on my own clothes and immediately feel his cum dripping into my underwear. I'll have to walk home like this.

I think he's about to leave without a word when he says, "Give me your number. Next time, I want to take my time with you."

C/W: Rape

I've realised over the years that when it comes to rape fantasies, there are — broadly speaking — two different types. There's the fantasy of a stranger, masked or otherwise, dragging you down some dark alleyway before he shoves his cock into whichever hole he pleases.

Violating you, breaking you with each thrust as you scream and beg for help. Head going dizzy as he strikes you, telling you to shut the fuck up before you make him use his knife. Your body limply tossed around as he tears at your clothes with a deep, ravenous hunger before he uses you.

Violently abusing your holes before leaving you like a used fuckdoll on the ground, leaking cum, as you stare blankly at a brick wall in front of you. Like some stranger's come and torn a piece of your heart off forever.

And there's the second type where someone you might know is furiously whispering how sorry he is into your ears. Holding you down and telling you it's okay. Telling you how much he loves you and how much he needs you. How much he needs this. Gentle kisses interspersed with harsh, aggressive pounding, like his heart wants your love but his cock needs your cunt... and of the two, his cock's winning that battle.

Telling you how pretty you look when you cry, as his tongue traces your jaw. The sort of guy that would listen to you groan and beg him not to do this just to fuck you harder. The betrayal of someone you know and... used to love, taking advantage of you like this. Taking what he wants under the guise of love.

Promising to take care of you forever, as he carves new trauma into you. Piece by piece, cutting down your humanity until you slowly become the perfect sculpture for him. A rapedoll by his own making. The horror of it not in his violence but in being his kidnapped little cunt. Knowing everyday of the rest of your life will be dedicated to draining his balls. Knowing how you might one day give in and accept that you were born to milk his dick and reciprocate his 'love'.

He leans forward, his expression playful but serious. “How can you really know you don’t like men,” he asks, “if you’ve never tried fucking one?” You roll your eyes, giving your usual arguments. But he proposes a bet. A scientific test, he calls it.

“If you’re truly not attracted to men,” he says, his voice low, “then your body won’t react. I’ll just touch your clit. If you stay dry, you win. If you get wet… well, then you like it, and you have to jerk me off.”

It sounds ridiculous. A sure win. You’re a lesbian; your body knows this. Feeling bold from the wine, you agree. You lean back against the couch cushions, parting your legs just a little, giving him permission.

His fingers are surprisingly gentle when they slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties. You hold your breath as his fingertips find your clit, already soft and small. He doesn’t rub, not at first. He just rests them there, a warm, foreign pressure. Then he begins to move, a slow, deliberate circle. A jolt goes through you, sharp and unexpected.

You bite your lip, telling yourself it’s just the novelty, just the wine. But his touch is skilled, patient, and a treacherous heat begins to bloom low in your belly. You feel a slickness start to gather, a slow seep of wetness that coats his fingers, proving your body a liar with every soft, coaxing stroke.