Someone I Knew

By Nikkinom

I almost instantly knew something was wrong when he leaned against my back. The hard on I can feel through the shorts I usually wear to sleep, I thought it would be a short trip to the top of the block where he wanted to ‘show’ me the view from up there.

He squeezed the back of my neck with one hand as the other hand went under my shirt, to pull my shorts down. The panties I wore was so old that it was loose, and that went down my legs fairly easily too. Things were moving so fast that when I heard the zipper sound, I knew it was too late.

The way he jerked my hips back, I felt anger, and impatience. He didn’t care that I was dry, and rammed his hard cock into my pussy. I felt tears swelling in my eyes the moment the tip went in, without anything to make it slippery. It took him a while to keep jabbing it in me, until I got a little wet from all the ‘teasing’.

As soon as he could get more than an inch in, he forced the rest into me and went all crazy, fucking my sore hole until I was crying profusely. Up on that floor, no one occupied the two units there, so that left us, no, him, free to do whatever he wanted to me.

As if it wasn’t bad enough to rape me, he chose to do it in public. A place where any neighbours could see us from how noisy we were. If that happened, it would be partly my fault too. I couldn’t keep myself quiet from all the pain he was causing.

That said, he was quiet as hell. He knew what he was doing. After a few minutes, I was thoroughly wet and my body went numb from the pain. I stopped crying and let him have me as hard, as fast as he wanted. He too, wasn’t shy to help himself to my breasts, grabbing them so tightly that it burnt.

The whole thing lasted for what, five minutes, before he began calling out my name. Over the last minute, he fucked me so deep that I almost came, and I actually did so when he came inside me. There was so much cum that a lot of it poured out of me when he pulled out. It was thick and slimy, and even made a small puddle.

He got dressed as I pulled my panties and shorts up. I have never felt so dirty, as dirty as the floor there.

‘See you back in the house.’

How could he do this to me, his.. his very own..

Needy Model

Lying on the bed after the photoshoot, the organiser, who was also my friend, let the room for a smoke break. In my hand I had my phone, browsing through the photos broadcasting through a portable router to check for any badly taken shots.

Rebecca’s movements in and out of the toilet did not bother me as she needed to change out of the translucent boyfriend shirt of the ‘Morning Glory’ themed shoot, a series of photos that portrayed a girl’s routine after she wakes up.

Halfway through the photos, she plopped down on the bed beside me, in a nightie that told me she intended to spend the night here.

Me: ‘You’re sleeping here tonight?’

I sat up out of respect but she pulled me back down, hand roaming down my shirt into my jeans.

Me: ‘Hey, what are you doing? I’m not that kind of photographer. I’ve got all the shots needed.’

She swiftly climbed on top of my thighs and unclipped my belt, freeing the button that held my fat belly in. Before the worst happened, I rolled onto my chest and put my phone away, only to feel my jeans getting pulled towards my knees. When I returned to face her, the unhelpful nightie was already gone, and my underwear was yanked under my cock.

Me: ‘Hey hey! Stop!’

For a moment, she kneeled upright, straightening her back (and ass) and looked at me confused. When she waded forward to my hips, and bent forward to hold my dick, I was sure she wanted to prevent any unwanted contact down there. Then all of a sudden, she slammed her ass down on my straightened dick and sent me into a gasp of pleasure. One that you guys feel when your cock is sent to another world.

Rebecca then kept my dick embedded deep inside as she changed to a squat, torturing me with those minute movements against her vaginal walls.

Rebecca: ‘Ready?’
Me: ‘No?!’

She swept her hair back and started hopping on me, clenching and opening my fists to her unbelievably skilled angle of penetration. It wasn’t just up and down. My dick head was scratching against the underside of her pussy while she grinded, rocking slightly back and forth as my dick went in and out.

Me: ‘Fuck! Stop Rebecca stop! You’re going to make me cum like this!’
Rebecca (moaning): ‘Like this?’

She sank her knees into the bed and rested her boobs on me, hips slamming viciously on my desperately, confused cock. The sly grin on her face was unmistakable. Perhaps I was the first to be unwilling to have sex with her, but this girl knew how to make a man beg for mercy.

Me: ‘Shit shit.. get off. Now!’

She hopped off my hips and stepped out of the bed. Dragging me by my feet over the edge, she pulled my arms to sit me up. Rebecca then dropped to her knees and shoved my cock into her mouth, ramming her face into my opened legs. The lack of gag reflex scared me to how many guys has she done this to, but the depth and overwhelming warmth was getting the better of me.

Me: ‘Arghh!’

She pushed me on my back and kneeled higher, containing all of my cum in her mouth as my legs trembled. Sucking me unlike anything I have ever felt, my mind went dark with the last squirt, to the last image of her licking her lips.

Rebecca: ‘Mister.. was it good?’
Me: ‘No.. I didn’t want it.’
Rebecca: ‘But you still came ah.’

I heard shuffling of shoes on the wooden flooring and she returned to my side with a piece of paper.

Rebecca: ‘See this? I’m clean.’
Me: ‘And you have to do this?’
Rebecca: ‘I’m just excited la. You’re the first guy that did a photoshoot I am proud to show others.’

She led the weary me into the showers and cleaned me up, dressing me like a little boy before leaving me to my devices. Once all the photos were backed up and confirmed, the excited girl invited me to stay for the night.

How could I refuse?

No Return

‘Open your legs wider.’

‘Good good. Now put your hand on your panties and rub.’

Jiale started to feel her panties getting wet, despite against her body’s wish. Her boyfriend, Dave, had assured her about the decency of this guy’s requests and turned up at the hotel room, only to be instructed to go behind a blindfold.

There was something about the fully covered up man that disabled her ability to question his intention. Her mind was turned on by that mystical power over her and it felt erotic to be controlled without any physical means.

The lingerie she wore for the night was given to her by Dave, a set of lacy red bra and panties to bring out her fair complexion. The accompanying outfit of a simple white tank left her bra cups visible and those shorts could not hide the panties that rode up her hips.

On the bed, her shorts was long gone and the masturbation had soaked her panties.

‘Take off your bra but leave your top on. I want to see your nipples.’

Unlike how her boyfriend worked, she was glad her nipples attracted him and removed her bra under the top, letting the shirt cling tightly onto her voluptuous assets. She sensed him getting out of the chair after a while, and the pressure on the bed affirmed her sixth sense.

‘Lie down’, he whispered seductively into her ears and felt his lips on her ear lobe, nibbling with his tongue salivating at the same time. Once he slipped his tongue into her ear, the wet slopping sounds caused her back to arch upwards and her busy hand rubbed faster on her clit.

Just before she put her hand into her panties, the grip on her wrist stopped her, only to have his hand slide down her tummy and into her underwear. ‘I’ll take it from here’, came a whisper that tingled down her spine while her pussy twitched excitedly to the stranger’s touch.

The moment his coarse fingertip reached her clit, another strong wave shook her body so ever slightly to receive the pleasure. Sure enough, having an unfamiliar hand rubbing her off was a sensational experience. One that brought an orgasm so quickly in under a minute. It wasn’t any different in intensity, but sure it did came quickly.

‘You like it?’ ‘Yes!’, she replied without much hesitation. Whatever her boyfriend had set her up for, it was awesome. As he continued petting her, he went lower into her panties, arriving at her pussy that he entered very slowly with his fingers.

Right then, her mind was screaming out for him to just hurry up. The amount of wetness should have told him how much she wanted it. Well, his finger was all she could ask for at that moment. The instant her pussy was spread apart to the size of his fingers, a squeeze of her bladder had surrounded his digits tightly.

Not only he did not move after he fit his whole finger in, he leaned his body closer to her.

‘I’ll keep my finger inside while you remove my pants.’ He brought her hand to his pants immediately and she unbuttoned them easily, diving straight into his underwear so he could start fingering her. Since she started jerking him off, he had been pumping his hand at her pussy, curled upwards to tickle the generic G-spot location till her body was thrown left to right and vice versa.

Before she realised, her body had popped the embarrassing question for a budding model. ‘Do you want to fuck me?’ Instead of saying yes, the man straightened himself and left the bed, making her wave her hand blindly in the air to see where he went.

A minute later, the first thing she felt was his cock, wrapped in a condom. Somehow, Christmas had came early for her. He caught her ankles and flipped her to the side, one leg angled at ninty degrees while the other remained straight. He climbed over her thighs and injected the squishy, manmade needle into her cunt, and proceeded to pound her fiercely.

Unlike the gentleman she felt before, this muscular hips hammered her into desperation. Her limbs went weak in no time and her pussy was bombarded with orgasms she lost count of. The manly grunts, the sexy moans, the room was echoing the sounds of lust around without shame.

The five minutes felt like a long time for her sore pussy, smeared with her own bodily fluids around her ass. She was panting deeply for air after the crazy, intense fuckathon.

Within a minute, she was held up and he provided the direction by standing over her legs. He placed her hands on his cock and tugged at her hair, bringing her mouth to his manhood for the next part. Still hyped from the sensitive clit, she performed the most comprehensive blowjob on him.

Licking the sides of his shaft for a start, her tongue went to his dickhead to fondle them with cute, small flicks. Her lips wrapped around his cock and sank him down her throat, working her way up and down the cock that tasted as good as the sex he just deposited in her pussy.

‘Get into doggy’, the familiar voice broke the silence and she quickly flipped on her fours. He went back behind her and gave her clit a few rubs to assure her the presence of a condom, before piercing it right in.

Head now lifted up by holding her hair, the pounding shook the bed wildly in sync with the rhythm her body jerked. Both her hands were suddenly picked up and positioned on two penises, and head hurriedly yanked down on another in front of her.

With four dicks leveraging on the three types of ‘jobs’, she had tried to figure out what was happening. Of course, it wasn’t easy with the enormous rod raping her pussy, fucking her minds out onto the dude in her mouth.

The hand on her head suddenly let go and the dick inside her slowed down. Only the two ‘guys’ in her hand was moving, until about three minutes later.

‘I’m ready’, those words came one by one and she was placed on her back once again. The blindfold was ripped away from her head and four guys surrounded her with their dicks being worked on.

In under a minute, four pairs of testicles worth of cum coated her face, lips, neck, breasts, and stomach, along with groans of satisfaction. But amidst the group, was another guy standing at a corner. He was armed with a camera, that wasn’t a DSLR to keep the shutter sound silent.

The guys left her to get dressed and took turns to view the photos of the day. Jiale was still confused by how they got into the room and what was going to happen to her with those photos taken.

Without saying a word to her, the men left the room with the card key. Moments later, the door opened and Dave entered, with the same camera in his hand.

‘Hey Babe. Like it?’ The cheeky smile did not help with her distressed mood. Whatever happened was still sinking into her brain, lest easier knowing that her boyfriend had all the media safe in his hands from the gangbang.

Mentally broken, she went into the shower with a zombified look and rinsed all the cum away. She wore all her clothes back with the tempting red lingerie, with her arms wrapped tightly around her boyfriend as they exited the hotel.

For the days that came, she turned into a robot that listened to Dave wholeheartedly, traumatised by how she could enjoy being a slut okay with cum getting dumped on her body. Well, the variety of sessions that the couple got into only went wilder without resistance from Jiale, who is now mind-fucked beyond salvation.

Raped with Pleasure

‘No no! Please don’t!’, cried Laura as she was dragged backwards in the arms of a stranger, having a punch delivered across her cheek bones. She was flung into the tall bushes nearby, pricking across her arms and legs painfully, but face protected by her hands. As soon as she got on her knees to crawl away, strong hands held her ankles and flattened her on the uneven ground.

Holding her face against the rocks-covered soil, his knee jabbed into her back with his full weight down on her. ‘Struggle and your pretty face will be losing bits of skin to the glass shards here. Understand?’, the fierce whisper was only audible to her as breeze hustled the leaves, silencing the fateful rape in the foilage.

Laura knew exactly what left her in this mess. It was the pink, one-piece tank top dress that made her wore G-strings and a tube folded in half, to hide her nipples under the extra layer of cloth. The walk through the playground in the park was the que for the man to pounce, and there she was under his brute force.

He remained on one knee on her lower back as her dress got stripped downwards, all the way into the leaves behind her feet. The tube bra was left hanging around her waist and G-strings? Easily ripped apart to quicken the process of getting her ready.

As he moved between her thighs to feel her soft skin, he slid right up to her pussy and jolted her ass up. Fingers then started tugging skin into her vagina as he forced his way in, thrusting a few times before juices eased the warming friction. Finally, she was feeling better despite meeting this horrific encounter.

Without much space and privacy to carry his mission, the zipping noises injected fear right into her heart, making her fully aware that there was no protection between them. After his jeans were opened, he laid himself on top of her and wriggled his butt to get his dick in. He had his hands on her breasts, fondling them while blindly poking at the two holes.

In the mix of sobs and cries, a part of her was trying to get him into the right hole and getting the whole hellish torture over. And that random jabbing did not help. Left with no choice, she swallowed hard and turned her head to whisper what she had say, ‘it’s lower’.

A disgusting phrase of ‘thank you’ later, she sent a scream into his quick-shifting hand, which told him he was in. The man began humping immediately and groaned in a satisfying tone, complimenting her with words like ‘you’re so tight’ and ‘you like being raped right?’

Well, he wasn’t just patronising her with those comments. The unwillingness of her body was making the sick crime more enjoyable. A biological response she could not overcome. With that intense level of pleasure, the brute rammed even faster to meet his personal objective.

As for Laura, the stiffness of her pussy was forcing all her sensitive spots to stand out like splinters ready to be sanded. Each time he pulled and pushed, short, powerful shocks would send more lubricant leaking through the pleasure tunnel. Three minutes was all she took for her first orgasm to spasm her thigh muscles, jerking violently under the man who got more excited.

‘You actually came before me huh? Glad you enjoyed it’, those were the last words she heard from him. Once her body calmed down, he spread her legs and positioned himself between. His hands held her waist and brought her ass up, adjusting into the much-loved doggie stance. Laura quickly brought her face off the ground and reached behind to push him away, only to end up with both her arms locked like a horse in harness.

What followed next was a rampage through her pussy, dick tearing her apart to a point her mind snapped, giving into the rape with moans. As she was nowhere loud, he let her be and continued fucking, pounding in a rhythm that soon brought him near orgasm.

Since damage was already done, he took his time pulling out of her and egged her on with ‘I’m gonna cum soon. Where should I shoot little slut?’. That sentence woke her up and her body slouched lower to free her pussy from his dick. Ironically, he laid on top of her as she went down, keeping his dick tightly fitted inside.

‘Not inside me please.. I’ll let you shoot in my mouth’. That was the only deal-breaker she could think of and his sudden gentleness kind of put her mind at ease. He got up on his feet and placed both her hands on his legs, head in front of his dick.

The moment she laid eyes on the rape tool, the amount of liquid embarrassed her a little, as if her body had betrayed the inhumane act on females. Without wasting anymore time, she brought her mouth to his dick and moved back and forth, milking his rod to the best of her skills. After all, she needed to get this over and done with.

Manly groans came shortly after and confidence delivered his dick down her throat, slurping wetly on the coarse drill bit that just completed its job. Her sixth sense was telling her that she had him under control, and making a run for it would be possible. Except that.. she was nude.

Part hand, part mouth, the final lap began and the man had a hand holding her head to guide her speed. ‘Fuck yeah!’, she barely made out what he muttered and a pile of cum just unloaded into her jaws, spraying it over her tongue and into places she could not lick off.

Once he got his fun, he yanked her tube off her waist and flung her dress at her. In a flash, his jeans went back on and he dashed out of sight. Now, feeling lost and confused, Laura wore her dress and picked her purse up.

Safely in her home, there was no tears nor shame she felt. Her body had made a pact with her mind on the walk home. As much as she wanted to feel victimised, the tingle in her clit constantly reminded her how much she enjoyed the process.

To be fucked unwillingly, and achieving a tightness she had never given to any man she had consensual sex with. What she just went through might just be that one experience of her lifetime impossible to recreate.

Strangely after that day, that particular pink, tank top dress was her favourite to go out in, never failing to get wet while feeling the thin cotton material rubbing all over her body as she moved.

A Little Too Much Enjoyment

Reena: ‘Hey! Have you been waiting for long?’

In her school P.E. shirt and a small FBT shorts, she hugged her boyfriend who just booked out. Immediately she could feel the bulge on his jeans pressing between her legs and she grabbed it naughtily, teasing Jeremy as he picked up his bulky assault bag over his shoulders.

She had a body just like any 17 year old. Slim with fats at the right spots, toned by the P.E. lessons from the cirriculum. Legs thin enough for short skirts and body well-endowed for low cuts. Not exactly a symbol of sex, but a figure that will grow on anyone once you have seen how she dressed – or undressed.

Stepping into the lift to their usual hideout floor, he hid behind her while he removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, leaving his shirt to cover his readiness. The moment they went into the corner of the stair landing, their hands went under and began roaming each others’ bodies, unhooking bra and stretching his underwear.

Reena (whispering): ‘It’s so big already.’

She sat on the lower step and leaned backwards, while he kneeled higher so his dick would be aligned to her mouth. Sucking it dutifully, she worked her tongue all over it to coat it with her saliva before pushing the stick between her lips. There wasn’t much for her to do as he did the work, ramming at her mouth as her cheeks collapsed to the strong suction.

Her shorts and panties had been stripped as her shirt was long enough, so she could masturbate while he helped himself to get it really really hard.

Once he was done, they went to the railings and she held onto it, stretching her back straight in a standing doggie. A quickie you might call it, but it was the only place they could get any sex at all. Jeremy went behind her and plunged right in, jolting her senses awake with a moan.

The silent pounding continued to their bodies jerking violently, at the same time, he had been keeping watch at the opening where the handrails were. Secretly, he had asked one of his buddies for help, to film their outdoor action. And in return..

Jeremy brought both Reena’s hands to the back and tied them up with an extra long cable tie, which she did not question in the midst of reaching an orgasm. Right then, the prominent shadow came from above and she was hugged tight from behind, by her boyfriend.

Jeremy: ‘Reena, let’s try something new today k?’

Reena: ‘I don’t want!’

He took a few steps forward till her belly was against the rails, and his friend handed his phone to Jeremy before unzipping his jeans. Reena could not scream as she was almost naked. All she did was to put up a strong struggle, that Jeremy and his friend managed by bending her arms till it hurt.

Jeremy gave way to his friend once his dick was exposed, squatting down to open his girl’s legs up for him. Unable to overpower them, she bit her lips as a huge dick pierced into her pussy, shooting pain through her body that got worse whenever she fought back.

Reena (whispering loudly): ‘Let me go now!’

It was too late when the rest of his shaft sank into her hole. It had stretched her pussy to its limit, to a point she could feel every bumps and grooves on his rod. In no time, it was sliding in and out of her, in a vacuum her pussy had created without any space for even her own juices.

Mind blanked from the intense sensation, she no longer made any sounds and had bent her chest forward, to any eyes that might look up the handrails from above or below. Her shirt was pulled up for the video and the rape ensued.

Given his size, Reena’s body gave in to the orgasms just a minute into the high-speed thrusts, weakening her legs. Anyway, her feet was almost off the ground as the unknown man lifted her up to get the perfect angle.

For him, she was unbelievably tight too. And there was no intention for him to last long. It was fuck-and-go in that situation. About five minutes into the pussy ripping sex, he began to speed up and pulled out before he came.

Both guys helped her onto the steps and Jeremy went behind her to open her mouth, while his friend stuck his dick in and tugged her head. Within seconds, her cheeks puffed up with cum and more dribbled out of her lips around his shaft. The few strokes of deep throat forced some of his cum into her tummy, and the rest left around her lips.

Once he was done, he got dressed and went behind the couple with his phone still in video recording mode. Jeremy opened her legs and leaned onto her, sinking his dick into the now-loosened pussy. Thrusting at the lifeless body, he was the only person groaning up till the moment he was about to shoot.

Aiming his dick at her face, he jerked himself off and sprayed over her forehead, tilted her head down as he came and let cum covered her eyes. Like a rapist, he let go of her once he was done and got dressed, picking her shorts and panties up for the getaway with his friend.

Friend (fainting voice): ‘Call Janice now. Let’s go find her.’

Those were the words Reena heard as they ran down the stairs, leaving her face soiled and half-naked. Broken and emotional, she did not move at all for at least five minutes. After which, someone passed by and saw her backview, white shirt with streaks of brown stains from the dirty steps and railings.

Andrew: ‘Hey.. are you alright?’

He ransacked his bag for the packet of tissue he bought from a disabled uncle, wiping her face clean before carrying her up in his arms. He brought her into his place just one floor above and gave her the shower she needed, where she gave him a strong bear hug.

Reena (whispering): ‘Don’t let go of me. Ever.’

At his place sleeping for three hours straight, it was almost 9pm when she was awakened by the smell of food. That same man, who cleaned her up, had brought a plate of noodles into the bedroom, happily feeding her once she was up.

Reena: ‘Thanks for taking care of me.’

Andrew: ‘No worries about it. I’ve seen you around. You stay on the 7th floor right?’

She nodded and finished the food, wearing her washed-and-dried t-shirt with her school skirt before making a call home.

Reena: ‘Can I drop by when I need someone to talk to?’

Andrew: ‘Sure you can. Give me a call first.’

At the door, she gave him the longest hug he ever had and left smiling.

Andrew (shouting): ‘I’ll take care of you if you want! I’ll never let you go!’

She smiled at him right before turning down the stairs. For the days to come, he experienced what the rape had done to her, unlocking a side that brought her sexuality to the next level. The reason her ex-boyfriend was with her was for sex, getting her addicted to it. Then came the rape, where she was abused so kinkily she actually enjoyed the process.

Andrew, now owns a pandora box someone else has opened, and he is more than happy to care for the newly unleashed nymphomanic.


This story is written from Angela’s point of view, a fellow reader 17 years of age who got into a complicated affair with her brother-in-law. She had intended to share her story here so she could know there were other girls like her, who understand that such things wasn’t her fault.

When I walked out of the bathroom in my nightie, he gave me a shock. He wasn’t supposed to be here, at least I didn’t let him in. After my sister had told me she was working overtime, he had been ‘kind’ enough to buy dinner to our place. But that sight he had on me, when I walked across the living room to the kitchen, there was no mistake about it.

It was of lust, desire, a woman’s instinct is never wrong. As I warmed my milk in the microwave, he was still looking in my direction, probably at the nightdress that I had grown too tall for.

Brother-in-law: ‘Angie, I bought food for you too. Jie told me you haven’t eat.’

*Damn, must she tell him everything I told her? I could have easily gone downstairs to settle my own dinner.*

Me (shouting): ‘Okay. I’m coming.’

Before I could turn around from the kitchen counter, he had snuck up behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist and covered my mouth with the other. No matter how hard I struggled or screamed, he did not drop me till we were in his room. No wait. It was their room, my sister and his. He pushed my head down against the bed so I couldn’t scream any louder than a murmur, and it was suffocating. When I felt his thighs on my legs, I knew his shorts were gone, and my options disappearing.

Brother-in-law: ‘Hey! If you keep struggling, you are going to get hurt.’

Right then, he released his grip to check if I understood.

Me (shouting): ‘Fuck off! I’ll tell Jie.’

In my mind, I was picturing my escape path. Through the bedroom door, and the main door, and shit.. the locked gates. My head was pinned to the side with a pillow, and I felt my dress lifted up above my waist. As he fought to reach my pussy, the stupid struggle accidentally lifted my butt up. He immediately kneeled on my calves, rendering me unable to straighten my body. Right then, I knew I had no choice.

Me: ‘Okay okay! I’ll do what you want. Stop hurting me.’

Slowly, he took the pillow away and I jolted up on the bed, like sitting upright. Guess what face I was giving him? Breathless and sweaty, the remorse on his face didn’t help at all. If he had left me where I was, I might not even tell on him. But in his stupid head, he must have thought he was too far in to just walk away.

Taking a glance at the door didn’t help as he spotted me, pulling my ankles so I would lie flat on the bed. I guess there was only way out of this.

Me: ‘Hey hey.. sorry sorry.. I’ll do what you want.’

Brother-in-law (sternly): ‘You sure?’

I nodded and tears formed against my wishes. How could I show him my weaker side? He laid on the bed where he could block me from dashing to the door, and grabbed my hand to place on his dick.

Brother-in-law: ‘Don’t tell me you have never done this before.’

I opened my palm and held his dick. It was clean, smooth and dry. My thumb and index finger could hardly wrap around it, but it wasn’t the handjob I was worried about. I began stroking him to my best efforts, and memories from my ex-boyfriends. It was a race against time to get him to cum as quickly as possible. Seeing that smirk on his face irritated me even more, but as I went faster, his groans became more frequent.

Brother-in-law: ‘You know, you are better than your sister at this?’

*So? I am not her anyway.*

I kept sighing as I stroked him monotonously, hoping that my sister would walk through the door. His eyes were shutting for longer periods as I pumped faster, pre-cum leaking over my hand that had nails newly manicured.

His hand reached for my head and easily controlled me. Pushing me towards his groin, I knew what was coming. Not wanting to smear his lubricant anywhere else on my face, I opened my mouth and took him in. He had made me kneel on the bed in doggie, where moments ago I was just lying beside him.

In case he forced my mouth down his 8 inches, I quickly held onto the base of his dick, automating my tempo so he would release my hair. As I focused on using my tongue to stimulate him, his hand reached between my legs, and I blamed myself for not used to wearing undies at home.

His rough fingers ran up and down my slit, wetting me involuntarily. My lips pressed hard against his shaft as I suppressed my moans, tongue still tasting up and down the side of his dick. Now that I think of it, there wasn’t any smell at all. At least nothing turned me off. Getting wetter to his touch, he poked his middle finger into my pussy and I was twitching in discomfort at first.

Not only did he continue inwards, he began fingering me like an engine. Smearing juices all over my groin. There was no words to describe how helpless I was, but there was something else he awakened in me. It was his finger, thick, rough, and fast. My mind was going blank when he ‘attacked’ at that speed, till my face was completely resting on his thigh, moaning and trembling as the first orgasm came from the most unlikely partner.

Brother-in-law: ‘Enjoying it aren’t you?’

Those words snapped me out of the delusional world and I picked myself up, pushing his hand out of the way as I did so. He got up and commanded me to lie on the bed, where I unknowingly raised my knees a little, as though.. inviting him.

He went between my legs and placed them over his shoulders, onto his back. Before I could make sense of what was happening, his tongue had already began sucking on my clit. The first one begin so hard that it got sore and sensitive. Was that what he had done with my sister? My hands dug into his hair as his lips moved up and down with his tongue, drawing lines and circles between those raw folds of meat.

I was totally drawn into his world, one that was filled with pleasure coming from an experienced and grown man. The second orgasm went into his mouth, slurping juices as my body shook more violently. He was getting everything I had been wanting to give to my Mr. Right. This man, between my legs, was owning me like the little slut inside me I hid from every guy I met.

Brother-in-law: ‘Hold your own legs.’

My hands went behind my knees to keep them up and he went nearer to my groin. Placing his dick dominantly over my clit, the next order was to put it in myself. My half-closed eyes could only listen to his voice as I reached between my legs, guiding him to where my door was. The rest of it.. well, the one-single-powerful thrust shocked me awake to my senses.

His face returned, his voice returned, more importantly, our relationship returned. I.. was.. being.. fucked.. by.. my.. brother-in-law. Did I feel disgusted? In a way, I was sharing a man Jie had found and kept to herself by ‘marriage’. He.. I didn’t know who, or what was I to him.

With every stroke, I could clearly feel the thick veins and prominent groove under his dick head. Instead of hitting the right spot, he was rummaging across every spot. My body instinctively squeezed my pussy tighter as pleasure bombarded me in every direction possible. My hands free those knees and had nowhere to hold onto, my feet were locked flinging in mid-air, my teeth had nothing to bite onto to relieve those intense orgasms.

He was making me cum at least three times back to back. Suddenly, my energy disappeared and I could tell my arms and body went flat, like battery flat. He stopped immediately and placed my arms by my side, before rolling me over.

The next thing I knew, my waist was being pulled backwards and my knees acted as a pivot. I was in doggie. He plugged into me right away and my arms regained strength, holding myself up as he pounded me towards the headboard. Right above the bed, was a picture of my sister and him. The man that was giving me yet another orgasm.

I moaned my lungs out when he pierced at that particular angle, covering all the areas he missed out in missionary. He too, was groaning extra loud, possibly from this position.

While my mind climaxed into the second orgasm, he finally stopped and spent the next minute savouring my convulsing vagina, clamping and releasing his rod that was throbbing inside me.

Brother-in-law (panting): ‘I am about to cum. But I’ll save that for your sister.’

*What? Now this?*

He pulled it out and I fell onto my side, watching him wipe my juices off his dick with the corner of my dress. I guess I was feeling a little disappointed then, but who am I to have his cum? No matter where he shot? He went back into the living room and kept his eyes on the TV, with me joining him in the sofa after tidying my hair.

I just couldn’t get the thoughts of my sister getting his load that I worked so hard for. Okay, maybe I didn’t work any harder than him. But it was mine. I took a deep breath and I reached for his waistband, without any resistance from him. He slouched lower into the sofa and my mouth enveloped his manhood unhesitant.

Working my way slowly downwards, his body did not flinch when I was gagging from the deep throat. Only when I fondled his balls in my palm, did he groan a little. Pumping my head faster, my hand had formed a ring at the base and was jerking him at the same time.

Suddenly, sounds of keys were heard at the door and I jumped onto my feet into my room. Fuck me, what overcame my mind to offer him, my sister’s husband, a blowjob?

About an hour of deep thoughts later, noises were heard from my sister’s room opposite mine. The familiar creaking sounds of the bed, sensual moans, dominating groans, slapping sounds with a hint of wetness. I was touching myself as I listened to them.

Brother-in-law (whispering loudly): ‘I am shooting!’

Sister (moaning): ‘Inside me.. all of it!’

The noisy action came to a silence abruptly, but not interrupting me from my incoming orgasm. The image of him pumping me in front was still fresh and vivid, which helped me cum for the umpteen times that night.

Before I fell asleep, I remembered hearing my sister walking past my door with him, a man I was glad I didn’t help till the end.

Sister: ‘Why did you shoot so fast today?’

Brother-in-law: ‘Cause you wore your nightgown tonight.’

Their conversation.. his words especially.. that subtle hint to me.

The next morning, he was on the sofa again, reading the daily newspaper delivered to our doorstep.

Me: ‘Jie is out already?’

Brother-in-law: ‘Yes she is. Wait for me in the bedroom after you eat.’

Did I go into his bedroom? Was I supposed to?

Dirty Acts in Dirty Places

Shelia: ‘I think there’s a toilet in this carpark. Help me find it. Super urgent.’

She dragged her boyfriend, Jacky, behind her as they walked up the ramps, setting their eyes on the small room in the center of the carpark. He had spotted it as well and let go off her hand, where she ran and locked herself in the toilet.

Shelia (shouting): ‘Jack! You still out there?’
Jacky (shouting): ‘Yes. Take your time.’

She took a good five minutes in there before the wooden door creaked eerily, her hand stretching out to pull him inside. Her skirt hung over the edges of the sink and she was naked waist down. Being her boyfriend, they had their share of intimacy, but Jacky wasn’t too keen on doing it in that dirty washroom.

Shelia (whispering): ‘Can we do it here?’
Jacky (whispering): ‘Huh? But we are meeting tomorrow right? We can do it at my place.’
Shelia (whispering): ‘Please? I’m kinda wet now.’
Jacky (whispering): ‘Even peeing can make you wet.’
Shelia (whispering): ‘Duh.. I was thinking of you raping me inside here.’

He smiled and hung his bag on the hangers, before pinning her at the cleanest wall he could find. His hands had gone to her neck but before she could kiss him, he held her by the neck and made a little squeeze, choking her a few times.

His fingers scrapped into her hair and tilted her head to the side, ears almost touching his lips that were breathing warm air into them.

Jacky: ‘You wanted this huh? Then you better don’t disappoint me.’

He jerked her head downwards and she unlocked her knees to squat at his feet. Before her eyes, his belt, zip, came undone and a flaccid piece of 4 inches dangled. Right as she wanted to hold his dick up, his fingers tugged at her hair without hesitation, whispering a short but clear phrase in her eyes, ‘no hands‘.

With just her mouth, she collected his meat onto her tongue and began sucking him, feeling blood rush into his rod to stiffen it up. In no time, he was hard as rock, but she wasn’t gagging for some unknown reason. Having a cock erect in her mouth somehow made her body ready for it. And so, her head soon bobbed back and forth at that manhood, coated with generous amounts of her saliva as she fed off him hungrily.

This was another side of Jacky Shelia had never felt before, one so powerful and scary. He was full of control and rage, confusing her if this was what she wanted when she initiated at first.

After he had enough of her blowjob, he helped her up and placed her in front of the mirror. Her spaghetti bra top was unzipped next, freeing her breasts for him to grab and knead. As painful as they were, her nipples grew hard and swollen, as though asking him to continue the hurt.

He adjusted her hips away from the sink and made her stood feet-together. Moments later, the tip of his penis touched her pussy and it did not stop advancing till he was all the way inside. Her head had been up looking into the mirror, watching the satisfied face of Jacky as he felt her wetness and warmth overpowering his senses.

Hips began thrusting, and her boobs jiggled beneath her chest. Never had she felt so turned by this kind of outdoor sex, for it was making her a woman that belonged to a man, a strong, loving man who could pleasure her. Juices dripped loudly in the confined space, right from his balls onto the ground. There were no words to describe how horny she was, jerking her ass at him whenever he paused. They were so hot the room could be a sauna, but for two person.

As Jacky went into the final phase of his intense hammerage, Shelia came faster and longer, sucking his dick deeper with her pussy. That length was perfect to stroke her g-spot, sending that tiny spot into a frenzy.

Jacky: ‘I’m gonna cum, and it will be inside you this time.’
Shelia: ‘Eh no! Jacky! Don’t don’t. Don’t play with this!’

His nails dug into her waist as he pounded her, not letting her slip out of his control. There was nothing Shelia could do except to try and lean forward, away from him. His balls continued slapping on her clit, till she came another time, and releasing the last bit of inhibition from him.

Her pelvic bone hit the ceramic as he stumbled closer, jutting his hips as thick, cream shot into her vagina. Shelia wriggled herself to break free at once but it only made things worse, massaging his dick to really force every drop out. Within that couple of minutes, he kept panting and groaning, allowing his body to freely convulse as his balls shrank quickly.

Finally, his hand held the back of her neck weakly and kept her still while he pulled out. Large blobs of cum came flowing down her legs and her feet opened up to ease the heat from the machine-like speed of his sex.

Jacky: ‘It’s not over yet sweetheart.’

He picked her up by her hair and forced her to kneel again, shoving his cum covered dick right back into her mouth. Licking and sucking him clean, the whole process did not take long and she was soon in a corner, trying to cover up her naked body.

Jacky (whispering): ‘Are you alright? Did you like it?’
Shelia: ‘Is it over?’

Jacky nodded with a concerned look and helped her wear her clothes back, walking with his arm around her waist out of the place. For once, she found herself wet just thinking about what happened, staining her panties (with some cum mixed in) even before she got home.

The two of them had opened a side to her deepest desires that would be interesting to follow up in their future meet-ups. Right after she reached her room, she snapped a photo of her wet panties, and sent it to Jacky, who was feeling really guilty about what he did.

Needless to say, they went on FaceTime to let him see her getting off. For one, he had no more energy for another round. It was just too..