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Beautiful Girlfriend

I once had a girlfriend when I was fourteen, she was the same age as I, but different from the rest of the girls at her age. Normal looking, girl-next-door, with a super blur and dependent nature. I guess that’s what makes her attractive. I was knowledgable for my age, those IT skills and explorations I did during that time did pay off.

What was her name? Cassy. In class, a normal girl who does her best at work, but still had problems catching up. At least until she met me. We did our homework together, and it was also that time when she decided I was dependable enough for her. Countless nights spent on helping her do her work, projects, even little daily tasks.

Now, I’ll tell you why is she beautiful. Her blurriness makes her manipulatable. She can do anything, as long as I asked her to, with clear and precise instructions. She wouldn’t ask why, for that never once came across her mind.

It all started when I asked her to my place to do one of the smaller project, which I was paired with her for. She didn’t gave it much thoughts before agreeing, almost immediately. When we reached, she happily sat down on my bed and started up her laptop, and doing the research, constantly asking me what is the URL for google and which link to click on. A little irritating at times, but I could manage.

Me: ‘I’m going to change first.’

Cassy: ‘Okay.’

And I started stripping in front of her. I could tell on her face she wanted to ask or say something, but she couldn’t find the words to use. So, I was down to my underwear and I slipped on my faded Hush Puppies tee. Following that, I pulled my underwear off, and put on my boxers. All along, I was looking at her astonished expression.

Me: ‘You want to change too? You brought your outside clothes right?’

Cassy: ‘Yupp. I’ll change too.’

With that, she took her clothes out, lay it nicely on my bed, and innocently taking her top off. Nothing could turn a guy on more with a fourteen year old girl stripping in front of him. Her top, shorts, then her skirt. All left on her was her small cute pink bra and matching panties.

Cassy: ‘Why are you staring like that?’

She was blushing, but still couldn’t sense what was wrong. And while she waited for my answer, she fling her tank top straight a few times before looking at me again.

Me: ‘Looking at how cute you are.’

Cassy: ‘You want me to leave it this way?’

How happier can I get? I nodded and she sat beside in bed, facing the movable desk in front of my bed, tapping away on her keyboard at the same time pulling my blanket over herself.

As her boyfriend, how could I let her get under it alone right? Sitting behind her, I wrapped it tightly around our shoulders. A boner was there, but it didn’t touch her – yet. Having a new objective in mind, we finished the project in record time, one hour.

You guys should see the amount of work we churned out. An eight page report, inclusive of research and prototype sketches. Why would any girl not able to hand up her work with me around?

When she finally hit the ‘Print’ button, she leaned back and pushed me down onto the bed with her.

Cassy: ‘Yay! Finally~’

She turned around and gave me her first kiss, on my lips. This time, her body is over me, like missionary, just that she is the one on top.

Cassy: ‘Thank you boyfriend.’

It was mission time.

Me: ‘Can you feel something poking you?’

Cassy: ‘Uh-huh.’

Me: ‘Can help me take it out?’

She slide her body down south and pulled my boxers off. Staring blankly at my standing rod.

Me: ‘Hold it.’

And she did. Her mouth opened in surprise and it was a mixed of ‘ah’ and ‘yay’.

Cassy: ‘It’s so warm!’

So, what’s next?

Me: ‘Put some saliva over it.’

She bent down and took two seconds before she pouted her lips, letting a glob of saliva hit my dickhead.

Me: ‘Now, spread it all over and keep your hand moving up and down.’

Cassy: ‘Like this?’

She used both her hands, coating every inch of the pink with saliva and stroking it up and down, too lubricated by her fluid. I could only close my eyes, and forget to answer her. She liked what she saw, my happy, ectastic look. And it wasn’t that tough work either. She kept going without complaining of tiredness.

I couldn’t just let her end there. It was just beginning to get good.

Me: ‘Take off your panties for me.’

Cassy: ‘Huh? Can I don’t?’

Me: ‘Can you?’

Cassy: ‘Yupp.’

And she hid under the blanket while she took it off, strewing it onto her tote bag.

Me: ‘Lie down here.’

Pointing to the pillow, which then she shyly grabbed my blanket, covered herself up while she lie on it.

Cassy: ‘What are you going to do?’

Me: ‘Something good.’

No I wasn’t that bastard to have sex with her. I didn’t even know if she knew anything about pleasuring herself. So I had to find out. I went under the blanket and made myself comfortable, she won’t have to see me, so I couldn’t tell if she was blushing.

Lightly nudging her knees, I separated them far enough to let her feel a little more shyness, but not shame. Very lightly, I peeled apart her pussy lips, still unmasked by any signs of pubic hair. Tapping on her clit, her body shook.

Cassy: ‘What are you doing?’

Me: ‘You like it?’

Cassy: ‘A lot.’

I tapped for a few more times before finally placing my finger at the spot and gently rolling it around in a circular motion. Her body responded and I moved on.

Spreading her pussy even wider, I knew where my finger should go. Porn, easier to access than ever, was my teacher. I pushed my finger into that hole and it went in smoothly. Her legs reacted to the probe by closing in with every cm in.

Me: ‘Relax relax. Open your legs.’

I knew she wanted it. But her body wouldn’t know. Her legs opened up again and I pushed further in, until my index finger was enveloped by her warmness and wetness.

Cassy: ‘Oh my god. It feel good. Don’t take it out.’

Me: ‘I’ll let you know something better.’

I pulled my finger out and pushed it back in, once, twice, waiting and looking out for any signs of pain. None. So I kept up, getting faster and consistent, pushing my finger deeper with every move. Cassy was almost crazy. Her body shook non-stop and her juices kept flowing, hers was thick and clear. Gooey to the touch, but it was definitely smooth riding.

I gave the final ultima and she cummed, real hard and wet, squirting out little waves of water. She had her fun.

Me: ‘Nice?’

Cassy: ‘Yupp. Way better than when I do it myself.’

Me: ‘Doing it yourself? Tell me when did you first find out?’

Cassy: ‘One time when I was showering, the towel ran up my below and it feels good. So I pulled the towel back and forth under my below.’

Me: ‘Ohh.. I see. Haha. Listen to me k? You cannot do this alone, if you want, must find me.’

Cassy: ‘Okay. I won’t forget.’

Lying back onto the bed, she sat up and continued jerking me, seemingly knowing what to do. Maybe I shall teach her how to suck as well.

Me: ‘Can you lick it?’

Cassy: ‘I can try.’

She brought her head down and licked it. I’m not sure if it was the pre-cum that tasted nice, but she took my whole dick into her mouth, slurping up and down. There was nothing else I need to teach her now, her sucking simply took all my breath and energy away, going non-stop, deep and fast.

Within minutes, I felt the build up in my balls.

Me: ‘Wait wait! I’m shooting!’

Cassy: ‘Okay, I’m ready.’

Ready?! Ready for? Ohh. She thought I was asking her to be prepared to take it all in. Should I?

Me: ‘Nono. I’m going to shoot, and you don’t have to use your mouth. I don’t know how it will taste as well.’

Cassy: ‘I taste and let you know?’

With that, she placed her mouth over my dick again and resumed her skilful blowjob. In seconds, I sprayed everything I had into mouth with such force she gulped and drank every bit, without any drops getting out.

Cassy: ‘Hmm.. Sweet. it was so much. But I like it. I’m willing to do anything for my boyfriend.’

Me: ‘Are you sure it’s okay?’

She nodded and we lay naked on the bed for a good long time, occasionally teasing each other’s body and getting each other off. Her parents were working, and during that period we had our little fun project time, they were overseas.

Our relationship lasted a good two year, moving from an emotional lovey dovey one to a wild, sexy one. Never forgettable. [:

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Raped in School

Adeline was like any school girl, having one too many piercings, skirt length way below the regulation, long flowing hair with a tinge of brown and brightly colored bra displayed through her white top.

She was in secondary three express that year. Yes, she was a smart girl, one that was so excellent that teachers would nicely tell her off about her attire in school only when she crossed the line. Carrying a military style alibaba bag, she had everything she needed inside. Lunchbox, books, her trusty iPod classic with soft soothing music, and her white Monster Beats headphones.

It’s your choice to like or hate her, it was easy to be her, but not around her. Often, guys would get turned on by her undone first button of her school uniform, but it was that far despite being just right next to her. Any guys would be super lucky to have her, imagine her satisfying all of his demands, and doing what she wouldn’t even imagine herself in it.

For as long as it seems, it was all ‘see no touch’, and Ryan was quite pushed to the limit. Adeline was in his class, and sitting one table away next to him, he was in the best spot to see everything. From the shimmering sunlight blazing through her top, revealing the silhouette of her beautiful S curve figure. Many times he had wanted to be the one holding that slim waist and pounding her hard. Her usual cross legged seating position also gave him more eye candies, it wasn’t a fat thigh bulging out of her skirt. Her firm toned thighs were always in the light, out of the skirt which was designed to cover such indecency. It looked smooth, waxed, fairly tanned, firm, yet soft to the touch. All looks. No one could come any closer to her than a glance.

Never before she was seen going out with any guys. Of course, many guys would want to be in the same group with her for any projects, yet, a group of girls would always protect her physically and academically. Being in the same group would mean fast work, precise and A+, nothing less.

She had friends, her casual happy character makes her enemy-less. Sure, a few are jealous of her looks and body, yet couldn’t help but admire her spirits, never once she had broken down.

Ryan on the other hand, was quite an average kid. He did his work, partnered with Adeline a few times, and like every other boys in his class, mesmerized by everything about her.

It was June and everyone was dreadful about the camp that would be coming up. The goal has never changed since a few years ago, to get students from different classes to know each other better. No one went through the camp and regretted, that’s why the camp is still running.

It was a good start for Adeline. Rooms for girls and guys were far apart, and the girls basically had their best times sharing all they know. It wasn’t any different for Adeline, everyone knew her. And none of them would leave her out. Everyone played and was literally tired out before dinner. But still, food and shower couldn’t be missed.

If you have ever attended a camp, you know remember. Guys take an average of ten minutes to shower. And girls? No known figures to show. Adeline wasn’t someone who would rush so she had more time to herself.

It was close to twelve midnight when she decided it was time to shower. Soaping down her young subtle body, the cubicle next to her slammed and the last girl was out. It’s just her, and her singing. Humming a tune from ‘Les Choristes’, she missed the light creaking sound from the door.

*long mechanical squeal*

‘Shit! I’m busted!’

Adeline: ‘It’s late. Shower quickly.’

She waited for an answer, but there was none.

Splashing sounds were heard from the cubicle and she didn’t gave it much thought, thinking the girl must be too tired to reply.

Humming went on, till her water was turned off.

Adeline: ‘I’m going first. Stay safe.’

Just before she could pulled her door fully open, it swung itself hard and a guy with a paper bag over his head barged in.

Placing his index finger on his ‘lips’. He had a shiny sharp Swiss Army knife in one hand, it was clear she was at a disadvantage. Adeline may be smart, sporty, fit, but nonetheless, she is still a girl, and fear pressured her into desperation.

Adeline (whispering): ‘Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you say.’

The masked man then held her by her shoulders and pressed her downwards, and she fell on her butt onto the wet floor. The guy was in a PE attire, and right away, he pulled his stretchy waist shorts down.

Man: ‘Hmm!’

The rough growl sent the signal Adeline needed to start. She took her shivering hand and cupped over his dick, giving unwilling strokes up and down. As she was doing that, he stuck the knife on the cubicle’s divider and bent over, lifting her kitty printed shirt up, and off her arms.

She did not stop to make his adversary happy, but she was far from it. Grabbing a large part of her long brown tinted hair, he pulled her face so close to his throbbing dick that if she breathed any harder, she might have smelled it.

The angry man growls again.

Adeline (whispers loudly): ‘Please. I beg you.’

Another growl.

Having no options against this hostile, she separated her pink luscious lips and let him use her mouth in any way he wanted. Which of course, he did. Plunging in and out, the snot out of her nose seemed more like lubricant, her gag reflexes was somehow pushing the right spots on his dick that he changed the blowjob to a deep throat. Who would imagine this beautiful girl would now be in this situation, taking a guy’s dick down her throat.

After a agonizing ten minutes, he pulled her by her hair to stand up, and out of the cubicle. Was she free to go already? No, the male hasn’t cummed, there’s no way it would end just like that.

Despite Adeline having no boyfriend, her fair share of porn collection have showed her more than she ever needed. Those toys in her room was just part of a large collection which is on the way from the States. And now, this shit has to happen.

Pulling her hair over the sink, Adeline followed and is now in a position so awkward that she couldn’t bear to see. Her B cup boobs were on the ledge, just a few inches from touching the ceramics of the sink. Wet, messy tangled hair couldn’t make her look and worse.

Forcefully pulling her boxers down, it went off with her lacy white panties. Oh no. Turning a rapist on was the worst thing to do.

He could not wait any longer, it was all hard and ready for this.. hole. One that he could only fantasize of having for a long long time, and to lay his hands on her boobs was another fantasy fulfilled.

Taking a whiff of her pussy, the soap she used was simply irresistible, Johnson’s and Johnson’s baby shower gel. It made her smell like a freshly bathed baby, ready to be caressed, hugged. But it was a little different for Adeline, for she was to be fucked, pounded, humiliated for being herself.

It was her worst nightmare come true. No, she was too pleasant to even have any nightmare close to this. The few seconds of a disgusting tongue running up and down her pussy was simply too much to bear, that she had broken down in tears.

Immediately when the tongue disappeared, a warm hard rod pushed her pussy lips apart, inching its way in, bit by bit, impatiently but helplessly. Soon, more than her pinky’s length were in.

Omg! How much more?!

Three more inches, and it stopped. The thing stopped for a few seconds, presumingly enjoying her tightness and just the sight of this sweet girl having a dick so huge in her. It was definitely the largest thing she had ever had inside her. No, she wasn’t turned on. The only reason why he could slide it in was because she was still wet from the shower. It couldn’t be that she was enjoying this.. could she?

Adeline then felt a vacuum built up down below whenever he pulled it out. It was accidental. She didn’t mean for vacuum to be there, it was making him thinks that she wants more, and he went on.

Ramming and thrusting her so deep and loud, hammering and pounding her so quick and mercilessly. It was too much for Adeline to take. Her mind had long given in to the abuse. Lust had overtaken her body, and she was wet beyond control. Knowing this was all wrong, she had chose not to make a single move and survived it.

Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days. Adeline felt exactly like two days had past. And she was close to dead, in terms of energy. By then, the assailant had enough of her and left a feeble weak body there.

A long while later, she regained consciousness. Dressed in her school PE attire, a few of her good friends were seen around her.

Dear readers, how do you want the story to continue? Or shall I try to write all the endings?

1. (cont.) Endless Blackmail

2. (cont.) Transformed Personality

3. (cont.) Mega Gangbang

Maybe I’m too lazy to write any. xD Looks like not.

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Eat here

A young lady sitting along the long cushion seat in Mcdonalds’ slid up to me.

Girl: ‘You’re alone?’

Me: ‘Yeah’.

Girl: ‘Sit with us.’

And I slid myself with the tray to the empty seat beside her, filling the fourth seat. It was easy to feel as though you knew them for a good long time. The three girls were jovial and all lively, it somehow kept me distracted from the staring eyes. After a long hour of chat and laughters, it was time for them to go. The three of them were good friends who worked in the vicinity, today, they finally managed to make time and caught up with each other. One of the girls, Clora, wasn’t working yet. So we coincidentally went in the same direction as well.

A casual chat along the way to her bus stop revealed that she had no plans for the day, which set my mind thinking hard for something interesting to do. A fresh 17 year old just graduated from a neighbourhood secondary school couldn’t be more than any guy’s dream. Wearing a pair of black denim shorts, it wasn’t just of decent length, but also a little wide on short at the thigh area. A 100% girl-next-door no one can not fantasize about. Our chat told me more about her though, at her ripe age, she hasn’t a single boyfriend and thus could expect her to not know anything about the sexual side, apart from masturbation.

We walked to her bus stop and having no need to go home and bear the naggings of our parents, I decided to hop onto the bus with her. Smiling innocently, we haven’t stopped talking until I was at her door.

Clora: ‘There is no one at home. You want to come in for a drink?’

Me: ‘Are you sure it’s fine?’

Clora: ‘Yes it is.’

She left the door open for me and went into the kitchen to make milo. I wasn’t that idiotic to let everyone see what I was going to do to her no? Don’t worry, I meant no harm.

Clora: ‘Feel free to treat this like your home.’

Do Not Enter without Permission of CLORA!

Who else’s room could that be? I pushed the ajar door and there it was. Never before four walls could be covered with so much posters, drawings, sketches, photos, that not much of the walls are seen. And along the longer side of her room, a wardrobe obviously designed overseas filled with beautiful dresses and clothes. Shiny, shimmering, to dark, black coloured, some were so large that they flowed out of the sliding door.

On the other side, was a long white table, a Mac, iPad, iPod classic was all it held. Other than her bed, there wasn’t anything else that was lesser than neat.

Clora: ‘You can come out now. Sorry about my bed. I don’t make them.’

Me: ‘Haha. It’s alright. Your room is pretty.’

We watched a little TV in the living room, silenced by the awkwardness of a guy in her house. There wasn’t much to do though.

Clora: ‘You want to see my work?’

What work could she be working on? She’s just 17.

We went into her room and she turned her laptop on, showing me her work, the photographs she took. It wasn’t like any other could take, not even I could do it. It’s a genre of photography that would turn many heads, and arouse many negative responses, but heck, she’s good. Then she stopped on one image, and sat beside me on her bed.

Clora: ‘The drink.’

She gave me a kiss and I tasted her strawberry lip gloss on mine. Her tongue then slipped into my mouth and started searching for a reply, and my tongue gave her one. As we kissed, she stood up and took off her shorts, allowing it to fall along her smooth fair legs, gently landing at her ankles. She then pulled her arms out under her shirt and left it around her neck. Her halter bra couldn’t make me any harder in my pants. Taking her pussy into my two fingers, I slowly twirled my fingers around, spreading her wetness all over a bigger patch on her light blue underwear.

Kneeling on the bed, we kissed and her body just got warmer and wetter by the seconds. Somehow, ‘the drink’ had done something to her. It was literally a cut to the chase with her raging hormones. We were naked in a minute or so, and the next moment I remembered, she was on top of me, riding me as hard as my length allowed her to, ramming her pussy downwards so hard I was almost sure she was getting an orgasm with every bounce. Her tightness was overwhelming, but bearable. It felt like her first time, but it was wet like she had been preparing for this the whole day.

A simple Mcdonalds’ turned of event. Half an hour of mindless fucking, and we’re still at it. She would be tweeting and I would be replying SMSes. Of course, this thirty minutes, I would have cummed – right inside her. It wasn’t on her mind to take it out and end the enjoyment. We kept pushing ourselves, and making sure my load was as deep as it could be.

Every good ten minutes or so following, we would change to a random position from her iPhone’s sex app. A mental note I made added my cumshots to about four, and it took a whole seventy or so minutes. Which after everything ended, she fainted on her bed, presumingly from overdose of pleasure. No way I would leave her there like this. What if she was assulted while out? I pulled her over myself and stuck my dick back into her ever-tight hole, with a sweet moan from her as ‘nice’. We fell into a good sleep and woke up close to a day later. Which was a hell of a fuck again, but she was still tired from the activities the day before. I had to work my magic.

No one could have ever forgotten a 17 years old’s tight pussy, in a body filled with so much vigour and sexcitement. It was pure sex and endorphines flushes. Knowing friends, and understanding them is different. (:

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Sexting

Below is a SMS conversation with Danielle. And yes, she is the one you think you know. (:

D: Heyyy. You there?

Me: Yes?

D: I’m so horny right now~

Me: I dunno how to help you. Rub u off?

D: Make me happy? :)

D: You know~

Me: Okay. I’ll try.

D: I’m soooooo wet holy crap. LOL. Okay so wrong hehe :P

Me: Haha. Did u see sth? What’s in ur mind now? Rubbing urself?

D: I didn’t see anythingggg. Haha i’m touching myself hehe :B

Me: Haha. Should u be imagining i’m all over u?

D: Should I? Tell me what would you do to me?

Me: I’d be prying open ur legs. Licking you all over.

D: Horny wet slut for you right here~

Me: My fingers will do the 2nd attack, rubbing on ur clit and sinking them into your pussy. In and out, quickly and deeply. Making sure, u’re nicely stimulated inside out.

D: I moan loud for you baby. go on. P.S really wish you’ld give me a good fuck now ;)

Me: Ur wish is my command. I’d lie atop u, and position my dick right where the head would touch a little of ur pussy, and while ur legs were trying to push my hips in, i’d force it hard the way u’d want it, pumping in and out, milking u of all ur energy and juice. Thrusting u deep, pounding u loud, ramming u hard.

D: Oh yeah that feels so good. Can you hear me moaning so loud for you? Fuck me hard.

Me: How i’d wish u to be here. To hold the magic wand that would disappear into ur dark unknowns. My balls is slapping hard on ur pussy, i want to be w u right now.

Me: U’re going to get it little D. U’re doing great. U’re making me feel great. I’m going to push it all the way into u and let’s see what would happen.

D: Oh yeah, go faster, go harder. Fuck me really hard Mr J. I wanna get an ‘A+’ for the test.

Me: Goodnight. Asleep alrdy yea?

And she is sound asleep, tired from the little work out. Hope you guys enjoyed this brief tease.

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Simple Meeting?

Through the net, she was sure it was just a simple meet up. To hand me the cash and collect the little toy. How her mind and heart wished it to be different. Or will it be? We met up at United Square after her facial and I was there, sitting and reading a book on my iPod touch. She appeared before me and took a seat.

Her: ‘Nah.’

She reached out her hand and held the money straight out for me. I took another sip from the Grande and placed it down before standing up, grabbing her hand with the money. She followed me out and we slowed our paces. It was just a pavement by the road. It could easily be a thought that I usually deal at less crowded areas, since it was a sensitive trade. So she followed on until I crossed the road and walked along a stretch of closed roads.

Her: ‘Hey, where are you bringing me to?’

She was trying to pull herself back, so it would slow me down. But why would anything slow me down? I’ve been training a lot. I dragged her during the last lap to the lift, but it was something else that showed me I could pull her along. Every moment someone walks past, she would walk normally like a girlfriend walking with a fast-paced boyfriend. Then when the public was out of sight, she would ‘resist’.

In the lift, I was sure of what I was doing. It was time for my next instruction for her.

Me: ‘I want you not to make a single sound.’

There was no ‘or’ part following it. It’s an order. And she understood well. We got out of the lift after it stopped at the highest floor of the carpark. I pulled her out of the lift by her hand and she followed quite willingly. We turned into a staircase landing which totally reminded me when I was with my ex. We walked into there and closed the door. What would happen?

I pushed her to the wall and covered her mouth with my palm, running my other hand between her thighs and between. The pink waist hugging skirt was too much to handle for my eyes. Forcefully, I wrestled with her thighs and she finally gave in, spreading her legs a little wider for more. She was wearing a lacy panties, probably a matching bra too. I kept rubbing her to get her wetter than earlier, and couldn’t stop myself after hearing her sexy moans.

After a good ten minutes, my hand was already off her mouth and she was sitting on the tiled flooring, tired and high. Taking out my scarf and laying it on the floor, I shoved her to the doggy position over it and she did so obediently, totally ready for anything pounding. I aimed for her love hole, and dived in. There, her unwilling body took it full length, lubricating it without missing any area. She was squeezing me like a cow, any everything time I went with her way – out, she would pull me back in, quite out of her control.

I went on for as long as I could think of. She wouldn’t expect herself to be taken in so easily, what about all those things she told me about ‘nothing more than a transaction’? Everyone changes their minds, so did she. We changed from doggy to missionary, and finally to cowgirl, where she happily rode non-stop until I could not take it, nor she heard me telling her I was cumming. Every load of mine went into her, and the kinky sight of her slit dripping of my cum was unable to exit my mind.

The blur girl was still high, but she knew what was happening, and didn’t show any signs of worry. Her casual fiddling with my dick brought me back quickly and I couldn’t leave without another one.

Me: ‘Lie down.’

She sat herself down on my scarf and lay down on my bag. Lifting her legs with her hands, this girl knew what to do, and what made her felt best. I pinned myself over her and started the hammering, slapping and piaking sounds, no doubt seconds are suppose to last longer, but not with her. She was so wet, horny and seductive that I didn’t have much of a session with her. In a good twenty minutes, I cummed into her and she showed her satisfied and pleasured expression once again.

We took a long while to dress up and walked to the bus stop. We didn’t speak. But I knew what I did. She was taken against her will, forced into sex without consent, and cummed into without knowing. Only when I was chatting with her later that day, she has always fantasized to be raped. And today, she accomplished that. She even wanted more.