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Trainwreck

(Milly whispered) ‘hey.. come in quick. don’t let anyone see you.’

‘Why? Afraid that you will get caught letting someone else besides your boyfriend into your room?’

(She sneered) ‘Duh..’

(I asked) ‘Where is he now? Still at work?’

‘Yupp. And.. he still has about 2 hours before he ends work.’

(I asked) ‘So what are we going to do now?’

Without saying a word more, Milly pushed me up against the wall and planted her lips on mine, forcing me to breathe through my nose as our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouth. As we made out, she worked her skilful fingers across my belt, and everything else she needed to get to my underwear.

After a brief massage to work me up even more, she freed my pent-up dick from my underwear and descended onto her knees, wasting no time to slide that unwashed, sweaty rod between her lips, sucking on it hungrily while I moaned, and struggled to take my backpack off. My jeans, they didn’t stay long on my hips either as she pulled them off my feet, until I was naked waist down.

To have a fuck buddy with such great oral-skills, I couldn’t resist placing one hand behind her head, to keep her mouth occupied for as long as she wasn’t tired. Once I had my fill, I gently nudged her head backwards to quickly wrapped both hands around her neck, forcefully lifting her up onto her feet once again.

More surprised than shock, Milly still had a smile on her face when I gave her a peck on her lips, but her delightful expression quickly turned into a confused one when I spun her around to bend her over the edge of the bed.

‘Spread your legs.’

She obeyed my command and the subsequent ones as she took my dick from under her pussy, using it to rub her clit while I set my phone to video-record.

(Milly asked) ‘What are you doing? What’s that?!’

Before she could physically react, I pushed her down onto the bed and angled myself just low enough to face that sweet pussy, glistening with juices from our forbidden ‘rendezvous’. Being stronger, I was able to hold her down easily as she struggled helplessly, up to the moment I penetrated that pinkish slit, and forced my dick into her wet, but no-longer-willing pussy.

(Milly whispered loudly) ‘Hey! Stop it! I don’t want it anymore! Get it out of me now! I’m warning you! Stop it!’

Ignoring her pleas, I began ramming my hips into her perky ass, splitting her reluctant vaginal walls apart over and over again as I gloat in her misery, first of betrayal (to her boyfriend), then of another betrayal (of me). In my mind, she had sunk as low as a person could get, and it would probably be best if I ‘stepped up’ and took ownership of a broken little girl, if she realised that there was no more turning back.

For as long as she had strength to resist, I pounded her unnaturally hard to remind her of her weakness, mixed with the pleasure she could get if she got together with me, instead of her boring, down-to-earth boyfriend who sometimes couldn’t even give it to her when she desired. I kept ramming my dick deep and hard into her until she gave in, and seemingly succumbed to my dominance.

Wasting no time, I flipped her onto her back, raised her feet over my shoulders, and replaced my hands onto her wrists before jamming my cock back in, for a frontal view of her ever-changing expression between ecstasy, irritable, regrettable, and immensely-pleasurable. There was no time for me to execute any other positions that didn’t risk her ‘escape’, so I pushed on in that final position, thrusting just my hips into that moaning little girl that no longer had any fight left in her.

(As I panted) ‘Baby.. I’m gonna cum.. And I’m gonna cum inside you.. Be ready.’

All of a sudden, her eyes widened and newfound-strength returned to her arms. Fidgeting uselessly in my strong grip, the pushing-motion she did with her thighs (still over my shoulders then), only caused me to fuck her deeper each time she ‘kicked’, rendering herself weaker sooner. You know, with a dick plunging deeper each time you try to deny it?

After half a minute or so, I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, far more than I needed to ram my dick far up her pussy, for the most thorough purge of cum I have ever felt. Waves after waves, spurts after spurts, the slight suction in her pussy had definitely worked in my favour as I instantly went soft the second I pulled out of her.

Since the deed was done, I had no more business in that room. I quickly got dressed, retrieved my phone and walked out on her with confidence, and leverage bigger than any power I had ever gotten. Needless to say, I didn’t wait too long to send her the video I had taken of us, in 4K and all.

(Milly texted) ‘So what do you want? For me to be your girlfriend? Or fuck buddy?’

(I replied) ‘For you to continue to be his girlfriend, my fuck buddy, and perhaps also help a few of my buddies? Hope you enjoyed the video.’

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Cumming Home

(In my morning voice) ‘Oh hey.. You’re home..’

(Elsie answered) ‘Yupp. For some time already.’

(I asked) ‘Where’s Maeve?’

‘Outside, probably making breakfast? I don’t know.’

Pulling the blindfolds back over my eyes, I knew it was time to wake up, but there was no rush to since it was only 8am.

(She asked) ‘Are you going back to sleep?’

‘Uh-huh.. ‘

(She hinted) ‘Haha. So tired huh. You must have done all the work last night when I wasn’t around.’

As tempting as it was to engage her subtle innuendo, I was really more concerned about her privacy, which she was most certainly entitled to in her own room (shared with her sister whom I was dating).

With the blindfold and blanket still over me, I was about to roll upright and get up/ out ‘nonchalantly’ when she spoke again, sounding louder in close proximity.

(She instructed) ‘Keep that whatever thing over your eyes until I say you can remove it. OK?’

‘Yeah ok.’

There, she came up with an easier, more convenient solution which I would never have suggested, though I would like to think of it as a proof of her trust towards me, or even, an actual, on-going test of my trustworthiness.

For the next minute, we just chatted normally about the bar I worked at, while the distinct ruffling of clothes was heard on and off. In about two minutes’ time, all I could hear was our voices, nothing else.

‘Are you done changing?’

‘Nope. Not yet.’

Sure. Perhaps she liked to be naked for a few minutes. And so, I ended the conversation as the iconic tiak tiak tiak sounds were heard on her phone, signalling her ‘busyness’.

One or two minutes after that, I felt the mattress sank, followed by a hand sliding up my leg under the blanket.

(I whispered) ‘Elsie?’

(She whispered) ‘Shhh.. ‘

By then, she has found her way into my boxers and began to fondle it, doing so in such an inexperienced manner that my junk couldn’t help but enjoy her naivety.

Soon, the blanket hiding my lower-half was pulled away, unveiling the shameless interest towards my own girlfriend’s sister.

What happened next was the execution of a standard, untrained handjob where she just held my manhood in an unyielding, firm grip, and jerked that ‘fist’ up and down.

Upon sensing how much stiffer I was getting, she began to taunt me, albeit in a self-entitled, arrogant tone. Apart from berating me about that sort of ‘attention’ I was secretly hiding from everybody, it was also her sign that her sister wasn’t as ‘good’ as she was, though she didn’t have as many partners.

Honestly, under the sort of death grip she had on my weiner, I was ‘naturally’ going to get harder, and even bigger, since she was literally suffocating it. As much as I half-enjoyed the handjob while she sang praises about how much she could please me with minimal skills, what really angered me was the demeaning words she used on her sister, her own family.

‘You can remove the towel now. I want you to look at this.’

I did exactly just that and saw her sitting about a foot from me, wearing an oversized Jersey and legs spread far enough for me to spot that smooth, hairless, tight slit.

‘I bet my sister’s vagina is all loose and ugly from fucking so many guys. Don’t you wish you had this instead?’

After that, it was all self-admiration where she spread those pinkish folds of skin, appearing damp for some reason. Fearing nothing, she slipped her middle finger into her pussy and pulled it out to show me how wet she could get.

The one thing I could never forget, was her humbling look when our gaze momentarily crossed path while looking at the sticky, juicy strands joining her thumb and middle fingertips. Yes, she could be as good as she has claimed herself to be, but I, was somehow contributing to the wetness that has formed within her.

(She uttered) ‘I think it’s time for you to get up.’

(I replied cheekily) ‘You’re right.’

She promptly left the bedroom for me to get dressed and I gladly made the bed too, all the while gloating at how she accidentally ‘owned’ herself.

Seeing her approach from the kitchen (where the common bathroom is), I graciously opened the door wider for her to enter before I exited. But instead, she shut the door behind her and flashed me a disapproving, critical look.

No more words were said when she abruptly bent over her sister’s bed, using one hand to support her upper body while pushing against the (shut) wooden door with her other.

*In short, she left the bedroom to check on her sister to see how much time she had with ‘me’.*

(She instructed in a soft tone) ‘Fuck me.’

On one hand, I was more than happy to teach her a lesson, but on the other, not too willing to do it at the expense of my own loved one. It took her some persuasion, a few more apologies, and one incriminating, difficult confession, for me to grant her her wish.

My boxers went down immediately and I stuffed my cock between her buns, for a slippery, wet welcome into her pussy. I was selfishly in my own world until the ‘penetration’ part seemed to be hurting her, did I actually stopped to ask.

(I asked concernly) ‘Umm. Have you ever.. Had sex?’

‘Not sexually? I mean, not with a dick. Just fingers, and toys?’

‘And you want me to take your virginity(?)’

Right then, she let go of the hand holding herself up and collapsed into the bed, sticking that same, freed hand down her crotch to pry those lower-lips open.

I understood her cue and resumed the process, thrusting more and more of my cock into her with each pressing second. In under a quarter of a minute, I was buried deep in her impossibly tight cunt, and actually hyperventilating from the sheer pressure (on my cock).

That said, I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears and dick when her hands went crazy grabbing at air, while her vagina was throbbing so fiercely. But once I started ramming my pipe into her disoriented pie hole, her ‘resistance’ immediately gave way to a mix of calm, euphoric, and begrudging tremors through her body.

My swift, slick thrusts gradually picked up pace for the harder, deeper strokes, officially sending her down the spiral of a recharge-discharge cycle of her sexual adrenaline.

At some point, I turned my attention back to myself and took full advantage of her convulsing vaginal walls, gapping as if her life depended on it.

After a few long minutes combining a series of rapid-shallow/ sudden-deep pumps of my cock far into her nether region, I was about to cum, though much later than she was already limp and smoothered.

Before a worse mistake was made, I pulled out, put my boxers back and helped Elsie back into her bed before leaving the room. Citing an ‘urgent’ need for the toilet, my bottoms disappeared magically almost as soon as I stepped into the bathroom, wasting no time in shagging my lover until she was filled, up to the brim, with my all-organic, liquid love.

A week later, Elsie began texting me, though she was mostly inviting me to ‘hang out’ with her (alone with her sister’s permission), or with the both of them. What she didn’t count on, was her blackmail attempt using footage she had secretly recorded that fateful morning.

In a virtual conversation, she showed me that said footage in the one way she was so used to – through a (video) message. Even without seeing her in person, I could tell how much she regretted doing that.

Although we both had the same evidence that could implicate each other, the leverage, and real-life cost, was vastly different. As far as I know, she never gave up enough to submit to my implied control over her, neither did I do anything with ‘our’ video.

That said, she wasn’t the same, demeaning person as everyone knew her to be, and thus unwittingly, becoming somewhat more likeable.

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Instant Rape-play

From the moment I entered the room, despite not making any eye contact with her, I could sense the apparent hate, and gratitude for the tray I just brought in. Keeping very still the whole time, it wasn’t until I stepped away from the study table did she make a move, scurrying across the room for her breakfast – the only one she would get, as instructed.

It was also part of my ‘job’, to remain beside her until she has eaten her fill, and stay there for the next fifteen minutes. No more than ten minutes later, she began to fidget unnaturally on the bed, taking a longer time that she should while fighting against her urges.

In another blink of an eye, her legs were wide open, and her fingers had started vibrating on her clit to ease the effects of the drug I was instigated to add to her meal. When the fifteen-minute wait was up, she was already wailing at me, for me, to ‘help’ her scratch that itch her two fingers obviously weren’t able to do so.

Just like everything I had done so far, I obeyed the invisible words ringing in my head and removed my shorts, doubting my own existence as I walked into her ‘welcoming’ hands.

Without any hesitation, she slid her mouth over my entire dick, and slurped and sucked on it as far down as she could reach. Although the whole thing happened in a mess, I could still sense the controlled-frenzy guiding her lips, to apply a gentle pressure as she vacuumed me mad.

Saliva began running down my shaft and balls in no time, dripping onto her thighs while one of her hands continously massaged my balls. By the five-minute mark/ beep on my watch, I was barely able to balance myself, but there wasn’t a need to anymore.

She pulled me onto the bed and made me lie on my back, thereafter ‘jumping’ on top of me to pop that veiny loin into her pussy. At that point in time, I was more concerned about my well-being, having made aware of how ready she was to do anything, to scratch that ‘itch’.

Seconds after she started riding me, my mind was already in a blank, and body in a violent state of confusion between ‘numb’, and ‘sensational’. I could see that my cock was rock solid, but there was nothing more, besides the occasional ‘wave of pleasure’ that sent chills up my spine.

After about two or three orgasms on her part, exhaustion got the better of her and I took over the sex – in doggystyle this time. Feeling a little weary of all that has happened, I just let my hips did all the work as she moaned and groaned in front of me, rubbing her own clit to attain climax after climax.

Clearly, not even five orgasms was enough to satiate whatever that has overcame her. Switching mindlessly to missionary, we just made out for the entire time I humped our groins together, driving dick as deep as vagina went.

‘Cumming.. I think I’m cumming.’

That mood could not have been less exciting except in this scenario, but seeing her delighted expression somehow made it better. She pushed me upwards and kept me in a push-up position, while she rotated into a 69 stance.

Replacing my knees on the bed, I jammed my meat down her throat as if it was her pussy, and unexpectedly grew harder as my ears picked up a different ‘tune’. A little choking noises, combined with lots more gagging sounds, completely overwhelmed my sexual appetite.

Over the next few seconds, my body just went automatic and hammered her face, shoving my cock deeply into her throat that I strangely enjoyed very much. When I felt the ‘urge’ coming, I was part-glad, that she wouldn’t be suffering for any longer, but also part-sad, that such a wondrous discovery has to end like that.

Finally, I cried out the last call and raised my hips to park the tip of my cock right behind her lips, before making the last few thrusts to trigger my balls. Since it was facing downward, gravity helped every shot to evacuate harder, spurting an obscene amount that cause some to leak out from the edges of her lips.

Tired beyond words, I took a few sips of water from her bottle – and froze. That (bottle) too, was laced with that dangerous shit. The supposed ‘end’ took a sharp twist into a ‘start’ and I was the one managing a raging hard on this time.

Flipping her over the edge of the bed into doggystyle, I proceeded to fuck her brains out, having already lost mine when I gave in to the unbearable (phantom) throbbing in my penis. Powered by the sex stone, I literally went at her like a bunny, blowing loads after loads that somehow felt like a fuel I couldn’t get enough of.

By the time I snapped out of the trance, we were in the middle of the bed with her, in a semi-crawling maneuver, and I, holding onto her waist while jerking my everlasting erection into her cum-filled pussy. There indeed, was a trail of cum behind me.

Still driven by the god-sent hard on deep inside her, I expended my entire energy reserves again, turning lust into its liquid form containing semen. Alas, when I felt the impending weakness overshadowing me, I rolled off her back and laid very still, for the darkness to overtake me.

When I woke up the next time, she was sleeping right next to me, looking as peaceful and as gorgeous as she always have been. A little nudge woke her up too, in a somewhat disgruntled mood that didn’t stop her from going down on me.

That alone, gave me enough charge to hop out of bed and get dressed, without releasing another load any where.

(She asked) ‘Will you come see me again?’

‘Yes. In a while.’

After that, I exited the room and heard her at the study table again, ingesting the very same food that contained the magic powder. Once I filled my tummy, hydrated myself, and took a relaxing shower, I returned to the room and once again, saw the deranged woman pleasuring herself, this time more solemnly with a pair of teary, helpless eyes staring straight at me.

That endless night, would be the third of her self-imposed, diet-and-exercise regime, though I was probably losing weight as fast.

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Dada

‘Dad?’

Despite hearing my little girl’s voice, I couldn’t open my eyes, nor move my limbs no matter how hard I tried. It must be bad sleeping posture, I reasoned with myself as I felt the mattress sinking, relative to her weight and motion. Having ‘reported sick’ from the previous-day’s experience of the same symptoms, I was in no rush to wake up, and would probably go back to sleep after addressing her.

With however much strength I had, I gave her a faint smile as she came into view, but that quickly changed when she proceeded to pull her shirt off, followed by her shorts. Bewildered, I squeezed my brows together for a hard frown, to no avail as she turned her body away, towards my feet.

The next thing I felt, was her brief struggle with my boxers as she yanked it off, exposing my manhood to the one person I would chop it off for (than let her see it). Fearing what she might to do it, I had my eyes shut – briefly until I learnt of its size when she wrapped her hand around it.

As far as I am concerned, I was up, hard, and very warm (in contrast to her palm). My forceful cries, under those strange circumstances, came out as pitiful whimpers, to which she continued to play deaf to as she began to stroke my cock.

When she finally stopped, it was for her to ‘get ready’ in the form of masturbation, while seated in front of me with her legs wide apart. She didn’t even have to use much force, to keep my head turned at her legs during the awfully long period which she rubbed herself so lovingly.

‘I’m sorry dad. I know you gave me your word. But I don’t know how else to make you keep to them.’

Once she was excessively wet, she hopped off the bed and put her phone in selfie-video mode, aimming it directly at me. Helpless, I closed my eyes and resigned to fate as she climbed on top of me next, planted very affectionate kisses, and slowly slipped her pussy down my cock.

At that instance I felt her groin plastered closely to mine, she moved her lips over my ear, and whispered something that ruthlessly, changed everything.

(She whispered) ‘i’m wetter for you than him. I promise to never see him again. And.. begins riding only.. just.. have daddy.. inside me.. ‘

Instantly, I ‘grew’ bigger, and harder, that I had opened my eyes in disbelief. Right in front of me, was her similarly-shocked gaze, staring deep into my soul while still crazily rocking that althele’s body. Switching to a back-forth motion, she began quivering within seconds, that lasted no longer than a minute before she orgasmed in a shy, shaken moan.

Lifting her bosoms off my chest, she grabbed onto my shoulders as she braced for the speed-increase, slamming or grinding at my least expected moments. From the corner of my eyes, I could estimate that it took her about twenty minutes, to get my drug-laden body anywhere near climax.

As soon as I started nodding wildly, she reacted unaccording-ly, by changing up to a squat-slam position over my cock. All she needed to do was to rub her clit a little, and her vagina straight up sealed itself tightly around my shaft.

Barely one minute into that mind-blowing, one-sided, non-consensual sex in the above killer stance, was all it took to convince my physical barrier, to give up, and pump her full of semen.

Although it was only two days from my last ‘release’, it was a huge load I blew into my little girl. The sight of my baby-making juice leaking out of her was no surprise, but she was never meant to come in any contact with it.

Once the ‘highlight’ was over, she took her time to clean me up, making sure not to obstruct the camera as she sucked my balls empty before wiping me down. For the next few hours I took to regain my strength, she remained by my side, feeding me water and some fruits.

By the time I was well enough to get on my feet, mummy had returned home. To keep all of us safe, I never breathed a single word about how our little girl brought a man home, fucked at every corner of our (supposedly empty) house, but couldn’t use our nuptial bed because I was in it.

About a month long of sleepless nights later, I took matters into my own hands and added a special ‘something’ into my girl’s morning-drink. To my own surprise, it sent her straight into an inescapable, insatiable sex-rage, bad (or good) enough to strike a one-sided deal with me to ‘ease her discomfort’.

In exchange for my cock, she unlocked her phone for me, to do anything with it. So, in the same cowgirl-position she owned me in, I deleted anything remotely related to our tryst, and reclaimed my ‘peace of mind’. My biggest regret, was how much I had underestimated the psychological effect the medicine had.

The use of it, along with our incestuous ties, and the intense activity under its influence, had formed some form of mental link that manifested within her mind. While our normal lives remained normal, I had unwittingly turned her, to be wholly mine.

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Crowded

(Shawn whispered) ‘put your hand lower.. ‘

As naive as Jolie was, she knew what was waiting ‘lower’. Still, she shifted her palm along his belly until she felt some fluids, presumably oozing from the tip of his – cock. Her ensuing pause, somehow reminded him, that she might not have done it before.

(Shawn whispered) ‘can you go lower and hold it? it will warm you up.’

Since he asked, she did as told and only stopped when she heard his deep breaths, all caused by her untrained fingers squeezing and relaxing over his dick.

(He whispered) ‘move your hand up and down.. it will.. ahhh.. yes.. like that.. ‘

In the tight constraints of his boxers, Jolie followed his instructions, jerking him off as fast as it didn’t get too obvious. As a not-too-stupid guy, he reciprocated her ‘affection’, with that hand he slipped under her dress, between her legs, to give that soft, fleshy mound a massage.

Throughout the last hour of the movie, they did just that, stiffening up that already-uncomfortable bulge, and getting the panties of an innocent-looking girl, soaking wet.

After the show, he kept her seated until everyone had left, and brought her to his ‘secret hideout’ – an unused, unlit, door-less room somewhere between the exit-only door and the stairwell leading down to the main exit.

(He whispered) ‘can I kiss you?’

(Jolie whispered) ‘kiss me? where?’

Without saying a word, he slid both hands under her dress, unclasped her bra, and raised her one-piece outfit high enough to expose her breasts. His mouth, immediately went over her nipples and suckled on them, while her fingers find their way into his hair. The more he sucked, the harder she pushed his face into her chest. The harder he sucked, the louder, her whimper of pleasure became.

It didn’t take long, for her to be slumped onto the dusty floor, and for him to finally let his cock out for air. Since he was more energetic than ever, and still on his feet, he didn’t hesitate a second, to step over her legs and positioned his cock right in her face.

‘Can you suck on it?’

(Jolie asked) ‘Suck on.. this? Mmm.. ‘

Before she even opened her mouth wide enough, he had already tucked about an inch of his cock behind her lips. Then, he paused at where he was, and let her hold the base of his shaft while she attempted to savour it. After a few blind minutes of licking and sucking it ‘wrongly’, he very nicely, stopped her.

(Shawn asked) ‘Is it OK if I move, but you just stay still and keep your lips close around it?’

‘Uh.. ok?’

With that, he held her head firmly in place and began thrusting his hips, to get as much cock into her mouth before she choked. It couldn’t be helped, that she had to endure the painful gagging before he learnt of her limits, grateful for any level of blowjob no matter how little she could take.

Another five or so harrowing minutes later, he had enough of the tiring maneuver and much to her relief, sat on the ground with her.

(He asked) ‘Have you ever had sex?’

‘No? Why?’

(He asked) ‘Do you want to?’

(She answered) ‘Do you?’

Burdened by the passing time and limited field of vision, Shawn knew he couldn’t waste a minute more, and helped Jolie onto her feet. Bending her over into a standing doggystyle, he taught her to arch her back downwards, while he slathered his cock with an ample amount of saliva.

Once ready, he poked his soft tip into her pussy, that seemed so unwilling to spread any further. Regardless of her ‘experience’, Shawn kept inching forward until she was deeply filled with his cock.

The poor, trembling young lady just did her best to remain standing as he rammed his engorged manhood into her vagina, stretching her to however long he was. Seeing that tight, small, mindless of a body at his full disposable, he make sure to hammer her at every speed he could manage, just to see if she might be the one he could ‘own’, or better still, ‘turn’.

About fifteen minutes into the rapish-sex, she unconsciously reached her climax. At the instant she came over his oversized-cock inside her underdeveloped pussy, he too, lost his mind as cum sprayed into her, lining her inner-walls with thick, gooey fluids on his way out.

‘Fuck! You are! tight!’

Almost at the same time the deed was done, his pants were up, and he even straightened her dress for her. Needless to say, they got out of that dark corner as fast as she could walk, and his goodbyes were as brief as un-rude as he could be.

(She texted him) ‘Shawn? I know that our meet up was short, but I hope you enjoyed yourself. I know I am a little inexperienced, but you definitely left your mark on me. I made a little something for you, although it’s incomplete with bits of pieces here and there. [URL removed] Hope to hear from you again.’

How silly, could he have thought she was. A hidden camera, an audio-recorder, a cotton-swab for any DNA he might have left behind, a few selfies with the bruises he caused, and of course, an IUD to keep herself safe.

Her ploy, seemed somewhat similar to Patreon, except that her ‘backers’, were all her assasilant/ blackmail victim. Crowd-funding huh?