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I smacked the woman in front of me hard and sent her flying across the room.

“Strip, slut, get those clothes off and suck my meat!” I growled at her.

“Please sir, don’t do this. Get the fuck off me, mother fucker!! Please just let me gooo–ow!” she shrieked and spit.

I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lie flat on the bed. Then I squeezed until she opened her mouth gasping helplessly for air. She was a cute little thing, a real spitfire too. She was cursing and scratching, clawing at me. But she just wasn’t strong enough. I enjoyed straddling her face and sliding my cock straight into her throat.

“Shh, shhh breathe little slut, br-ea-the, through your nose. Calm down. Don’t be scared I just want to rape you. You will survive this if you stay calm.”

She was making these wet, sexy gurgling sounds. I wanted to piss on her then, I wanted to piss right down her throat…but I was not sure if she would get mad. I did not want her to be mad at me.

Wait, I’m not really explaining this very well. I guess it’s a little complicated. I did something once and I guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. The first thing you have to understand is that I love her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six years. I tried to make our marriage work.

Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true believer. Me… not so much anymore. When we were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We were married and I thought for a few months happy.

Then it happened.

She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeded. The only problem was me. She was stuck in a marriage she did not really want; to a man she did not really love.

Susan had never been sexually outgoing before. But after the pregnancy she was almost phobic about it. She insisted on me using a spermicidal condom, even though she was on the pill (Yes it was against church law, like many Catholics, she felt she had to). Susan would not blow her second chance at happiness by allowing me to impregnate her again. I had not really wanted a child at 19 but…I would have loved him. I would have loved my son and my wife and I would have been thankful, proud to have her bear my child.

Susan was a real beauty. The first time I saw Jessica Simpson, I thought I was looking at my Susan’s twin. Not just sexy, but sweet, virginal, pure. I was in lust with her from they day we met, and I would have been proud to watch that taut little tummy grow, to see her breasts fill with sweet milk–to know that I had done that to her. But Susan was determined that would never happen. Our lives plodded along. As a good Catholic there was nothing she could do about our marriage. She did distance herself from me though. She became emotionally inaccessible.

After 5 years of obvious disdain, I gave in and found someone who would treat me right.

Beth and I only had six months, but they were unbelievable. If Susan was a good girl, Beth was a randy slut. Every sexual urge I had she was determined to satisfy. She liked oral, enjoyed anal and absolutely craved rape.

In fact Beth was a rape-slut. She simply needed me to smack her around, push her, force her–to take sex from her. I grew to love rape too. My wife found out about the affair, and put an end to it. She still could not bring herself to leave me, but she stopped having sex with me. She forced me to wait over a year without sex. I guess I would still be waiting if IT had not happened. I found naked pics of my wife.

We had gotten very drunk on New Year’s Eve and she allowed me to take the slutty-whore pics I always wanted to. There were 23 in all. I realized that I could use them to rape my wife without REALLY raping her. I forced my sweet, Catholic wife to give me all the sex I could handle. I spanked her, talked to her like a cheap whore, sucked her cunt, came in her mouth, fucked her pussy and sweet, juicy ass. I got her to agree to have unprotected sex with me. She had little choice, it was the only way she might stop me from mailing her slut pics to her family, friends and law firm. It was the only chance to save her precious career. Susan did what she had to, and earned the first set of pictures back that night. I’m proud of her.

That’s where we came Full Circle. Susan got pregnant that night. The cheating, virtual rape, unnatural sex acts and pregnancy was too much for Susan; she finally decided to divorce me. She was stunned to learn that I would receive half of everything she owned + would get alimony for 1 year. Finally she decided that it was worth it, anything to be rid of me. Poor Susan, it was not going to be that easy.

Heh.

What she did not know was that I was waiting. I had taken additional pics and video of her when we had sex that night. Even though I had given one set back, I had another. During my affair with Beth, I had purchased several pinhole Video Cameras.

It’s called a “Sugar Cube CMOS”, and only costs about $90. I bought six - three for my bedroom, and three for the den. They would run for 50 hours on a 9 volt battery. It’s about the size of a quarter. We liked to have fun in my room while Susan was working. I have dozens of rape movies. We enjoyed watching her ordeals together.

When Susan reluctantly agreed to have sex, she did not know I was filming her. There was one camera hidden at the head of my bed, one in the ceiling, and one in the wall just across from the foot of my bed.

The picture wasn’t perfect but it clearly showed Susan being fucked anally (willingly), giving and receiving head. It was enough. A law firm like Pierce, Whitman and Doyle, would never Partner with a woman who allowed naked slut pics of herself to get out–no matter what the circumstances. If Susan wanted to be considered for her huge promotion, and potentially millions of dollars (over several years), she would have to play ball.

Again.

I have a casual friend who worked with Susan’s Firm.

“So, Ron, how’s my girl doing? We may be divorced but I still care and like to keep tabs on her from time to time. She’s not working too hard, I mean it is her eighth month. Gotta look out for my son.”

“Well…you know she is a finalist for the last Partner slot. So I guess she’s under a lot of stress. They do a deep background check, and you are on probation. I guess the firm does not like to be embarrassed.”

Perfect, the time was perfect.

Right after I hung up with Ron, Beth rang my doorbell. Yes THAT Beth. When Susan left me, it was so easy to pick up where we left off. For the past 7 months she has been my woman. I did not love her or anything, but she made me so damn happy sexually. A part of me grew to need her, to look forward to seeing her–to raping her. That’s where you came in.

Beth walked in my front door and started bitching about how I didn’t treat her right, or give her enough money. She had just been to the hair dresser and her hair had this glossy shine and bounce it did not usually have. Before I had a chance to compliment her she started griping. Beth knew I hated to be bitched at by a woman. It’s just this cute thing she did sometimes to let me know she wanted to be raped. Hard. Immediately.

So I smacked her around a little, shoved her into my bedroom, and stripped her. The little slut loved it. But…there was arrogance in her eyes that I had never seen before. There is only so much you can do to a woman who likes to be raped, if you are not willing to hurt her. I guess I had been so grateful to her for the sex, I had forgotten her needs to be truly raped, and to have her reality shattered. A part of me had begun to treat her like a regular girlfriend. Beth needed to be afraid, to be treated like a cheap piece of sex. It was just wrong of me to act any other way.

We’d see how she loved things in a minute. I kept looking at her thick mane of honey brown hair. It hung halfway down her back and pooled around her face.

I don’t know why I did it, guess it was just something I needed to do. She just needed to be shown her place. I opened the drawer and put Beth’s handcuffs on her. I left her legs free. I wanted her to fight me, to think she might have a chance.

“Oooh, put the Blindfold on me too,” she said as I slowly inserted the 4 inch vibrating dildo into her ass.

Beth was ready, she knew what came next. That my fat cock was going to ram her. She was a little worried because I had not lubed her. But, she trusted me not to hurt her too bad. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is Jessica and I’m a former member of the local volunteer fire department, the reason I’m a former member is because of differences with the fire chief, who just happens to be my husband. We would get together with other members of the department on Saturday nights and just kick back, drink a little beer and watch some movies.

This one particular Saturday night I started drinking a little more than usual and had a pretty good buzz when the guys started talking about what movies they should get from the local movie rental store and them being guys they were talking about renting some porno movies for the night but they couldn’t decide who should go get them, so I finally stepped up and said I would go rent them some movies. There was my husband Jason who at this point in our marriage I despise completely, a couple of friends of ours and fellow firefighters (Roger, Dan, Kevin and Lee) and our neighbor, Michael who lived across the street from us who is always hitting on me when im outside in the garden or going to the car whose advances I always avoided because he was a black man. None of these guys ever looked at me like a woman but as a comrade whom they trusted their lives with until this night. I’m a fairly attractive woman or so many men have told me so, I’m 5-8 138 lbs. 44d-22-30 with curly black hair. When I finally came back to the fire hall everyone was getting pretty rowdy and drinking to their hearts content so I popped a tape into the VCR and sat down with the guys to watch the movies and drink some more beer.

Well all the guys were getting pretty wasted after a while and I was feeling pretty good when Dan said that he wished there was some women around because the movie was getting him pretty horny and Michael said “We have a woman right here with us” and Jason replied “no I think Dan meant a real woman” which almost started an argument but I stepped up ripping my sweatshirt upwards saying “see I am a real woman” causing everyone’s jaws to drop to the floor and Michael broke out laughing saying “WOW I knew you had some nice boobs, would you mind if I had a closer look”. I looked over at my husband who just shrugged his shoulders like he was saying go ahead so I finished taking off my sweatshirt and bra and walked towards Michael and noticed a big bulge in his pants. When I got to him he reached up with his powerful hands and gently squeezed my big brown nipples. At this point all the attention was diverted from the movie to Michael and myself. He then sucked my right nipple into his mouth causing me to catch my breath. He then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down along with my panties and rubbed my wet pussy with his hand.

All I could think about was that bulge in his pants and had to see for myself because I had never seen any cock bigger than my husbands who is only about six inches and that’s being generous if you ask me. So I knelt down between his knees and unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge dick. I thought I was going to die when I saw it, it must have been nine inches soft and as wide as my fist. I couldn’t get my fingers around it so I grasped it with two hands and began kissing all over the head of it and running my tongue up and down the shaft of this enormous monster, I thought I was in heaven. Just then all I could hear was 6 zippers in unison going down and I looked up and saw six more erect cocks all pointed in my direction and coming towards me. My husband tried to push to the front saying “hey that’s my wife I get her first” and Michael said “you said there was no women here and that he should sit his sorry ass down” and that he had a plan for him after they were done taking care of me. Read the rest of this entry »

If all the stories posted on your site are true, a lot more girls have experienced gang bangs or trains than I would have thought.

I started college recently and sex seems to be the major topic in the dorm. Girls talk openly about their experiences and fantasies. I’ve met 4 girls who readily admit to having sex with numerous partners at the same time, and quite a few others who, if they haven’t done it, they know of a girl who has. Some of the gang bangs happened when the girls were drunk or stoned, but some were when the girls were fully conscious and willing. Several “gang bang virgins” have told me they intend to experience at least one gang bang or train before they graduate.

I was conscious and willing when I experienced my one and only gang bang. It happened two years ago when I went to spend part of my summer vacation with my older sister. She’s four years older than me, and she was majoring in zoology. One of her professors got her into a summer wildlife study program at a National Park.

My parents wanted to get me out of the city and away from my friends for at least a couple of weeks. I had come home with alcohol on my breath a couple of times and they discovered I was on birth control. I think they thought my sister might be able to talk some sense into me.

From what I understood, she and the other students in her group were pretty much on their own. She got a free room in a dorm, meal passes at the lodge, and turned her field study reports in weekly. Otherwise, the students in her group were considered young adults they didn’t need any supervision. She talked to her advisor and cleared it for me to visit and share her room. It probably helped that my dad, who is loaded, made a sizable donation to the program. Anyway, they packed me onto a bus and sent me to my sister. They decided to send me on the bus rather than drive me so they wouldn’t have to fight with me for 500 miles.

Like I said, she is four years older, and brilliant. She graduated from high school a year early so even though she was only 20, she was already starting her senior year. I love my sister, but I hated the fact that I felt pressure to live up to her legacy. It wasn’t enough that I made honor roll, I wasn’t bringing home a perfect 4 point every quarter. She was a city champion high school swimmer and finished 2nd in regionals. If it weren’t for the flu, she would have gone to the state meet. She went to college on a swimming scholarship. I only finished 3rd in the city trials and lost in the first heat of regionals. That was sort of the pattern. Whatever I did well, she did better. Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that she is absolutely beautiful: She has cover girls looks, a flawless figure, spectacular 35C breasts, and long beautiful legs.

I got on the bus with a certain amount of resentment. When I arrived my sister ran up to me and gave me a long obviously heart felt hug. She turned to two friends who were with her and said “This is my sister, isn’t she beautiful?’ Her two friends were other interns from her study team, a cute guy name Phil and a nice looking girl name Jamie.

We climbed into their car for the ride from town to their dorm in the park. My sister said she was so happy when my parents told her they were sending me to spend a couple of weeks with her. She said it was the first time she was getting to spend any extended time with me since she started college. I thought it and realized she was right. I had spent a good deal of the past 4 years resenting her and hadn’t thought about all the more pleasant times we spent together. She had actually taught me how to ride a bike, swim, and helped me learn to read. When I was 4 or 5, she often read me to sleep and held me on her lap when we watched TV. Was I really mad at her or just at myself for not being able to match her achievements? Read the rest of this entry »

When I was 21, I went to Turkey on holiday with a couple of friends. As girls do, we went out to party in the resort where we were staying. As it was summer and very warm, we were all wearing skimpy tops and very short skirts to show off out well shaped tanned legs and arms. While we were walking towards the next bar, I got separated from my friends. Being tired and a bit drunk, I decided to find my own way home. So I walked the streets for an hour or so, before realizing I was totally lost.

Just as I decided to get a taxi, a police car pulled up next to me. A Turkish policeman got out and bundled me into the car. I sat in the back terrified, wondering what I had done wrong. I tried to speak to them, but the two policemen ignored me. Neither of them appeared to understand English. As we drove down along the dark streets, I started to panic. I didn’t know where I was, where they were taking me, and what they intended to do to me.

We soon arrived at a small police station which consisted of a dingy looking office and one police cell. In the cell, there was a group about 15 rough looking men who leered at me as I walked in escorted by the two policemen. In the office there was only one other policemen, who looked like he was in command.

I tried to speak to the commander in English. He glared at me with disdain and motioned to the cell, taking my hand bag from me. The other two grabbed me and dragged me to the cell. To my horror, they opened the cell door and threw me in amongst the men there.

At first I cowered in a corner as they all closed in on me, leering with evil grins on their unshaven faces. Then, in unison they all charged forward and grabbed out at me. I kicked and screamed and as they carried me into the center of the room shouting in Turkish. Several of them pinned my arms and m legs to the floor, immobilizing me face up on the stone floor, as others ripped off my skirt, my top and my panties in a brutal frenzy. And then the gang rape began.

I cried out as the first cock rammed in my pussy. Above me a bearded middle-aged face panted and grunted as he fucked me hard. I cried out, begging the police to save me. But no one came to my rescue. It was not long before his face converted into an ecstatic snarl and I felt his hot spunk shoot into me. The next one was in me within a second, as another Turkish cock hammered deep into my pussy. I cried out, sobbing, but was drowned out by the jeers of the men around me. I felt him explode inside me with a cry of joy and I screamed, pleading them to stop. As I lay there helplessly, I moaned and cried out constantly as I felt one cock after another assault my tender pussy. Again and again the men took their turn to rape me as they thrust their eager cocks into me and came ecstatically in my pussy, oblivious to my sobbing pleas. Read the rest of this entry »

It was another hard day at the office, I was pretty much frustrated with everything and thought I’d be much better off if I just left and got away for a while. So I decided to leave and take a drive. While I was out I thought I would stop by and visit with my old friend Linda. She’s always good for making the day better, so a quick little detour and there I was in front of her house. I had to park down the street because there was a maitanance crew set up that had the road blocked off for the driveway. They must have been on break, because their trucks were parked with orange cones around the work area, but no workers were visible to see me as I walked to her front door. Afterall she’s a married woman and I wouldn’t want word to get back to her husband that she’d been getting frequent visits from a black man.

When I made my way up the stairs andto the front door I glanced in the partially open blinds and WOW what I saw was incredible. My pretty white girl friend was receiving some maintananceof her own from the road crew. Linda was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and a big black man about 25 years old, wearing orange coveralls, was on his knees, with his face buried between them. There were two other white men beside her in orange coveralls, each holding one of her ankles up high in the air and using their other hands to reach up under her grey top to explore her big breasts. There was one other big black man setting in a chair in the corner, drinking a Corona and apparently directing the others. Linda looked as if she was in COCK HEAVEN, she had the zippers of the two men at her side open and slowly checking out each of thier tools while her cunt was getting a good tongueing from the younger black boy and he had some rather thick lips that clamped tight on her suit pussy the entire time. Every now and then he would pull his lips away and stick his tongue out to work her clit in circle, Hell his tongue had to be four or five inches long, he probably could have fucked her with it. Read the rest of this entry »

There are some public figures that we should be able to trust. Policemen, firemen, postal workers and others. those in uniform that command respect. That is why it is so easy for them to abuse that respect to take advantage of gullible women!
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