Rape

The trifecta

2012-02-01T01:00:00.000-08:00

What is a trifecta? It originates in horse racing (picking the first, second and third horses to finish in a race), but in general usage it refers to:

'a situation when three elements come together at the same time'

So, what would be the three elements that I'm referring to? Hopefully you know me well enough by know. (Hint - see the title of this blog.) They are:

Rape
Cheerleaders
Rape (by the legal system)

In this case we have the story of a cheerleader forced to pay $45,000 in compensation after losing her appeal against her school. She was dropped from the squad after referring to cheer for a player who allegedly raped her. She filed a lawsuit in protest, which unfortunately for her was denied.

A rape victim getting raped again by the legal system. Two for the price of one. And the best part is that given the name of her high school, the year the attack took place, and her initials ('H.S'), anyone could very easily figure out who she is, and most likely find photos of her, probably in her cheer outfit.

I would save you the trouble, but got sidetracked by the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders instead. Let's be honest, cheerleaders are really sex appeal and nothing else. Walking rape targets. Hot, barely dressed, prancing about on the field. They're eye candy, G-rated sexual stimulation, for when the game gets boring. If they could get away with dressing them in bikinis on the sidelines they would.

So is anyone surprised when someone decides to help themselves?

(w)House Whores

2012-01-22T12:59:00.001-08:00

You all should know by now how much I love women who know what they're worth and don't have any qualms about using their bodies to get what they want.

So I was intruiged to read about women who find guys to 'date' for the summer so that they can get themselves a place in the Hamptons. They know what they want, and they know how to get it. The lucky guys involved know how much their places are worth, and make the most of it.

From the article:

“I’ve had girls who’d take the bus over and linger around, then have sex with anyone who had a house”

If that doesn't get you going, then try this:

“A lot of them become very picky when they’re 27, 28 — their time is limited. They’re not giving it away ... But once they get into their 30s, they start giving it away again. The product is past its expiration date.”

Gotta love it. Women who know they're hot are always too much effort - they know they're desirable, and they'll make you work for it. That's why trying to fuck strippers is always a lot of work. Try the check-out girl at the supermarket instead. The aim is always to find slightly-less hot women who may not realize what they're worth, or the ex-hottie who's worried that her looks are starting to fade.

Buy low, sell high.

Happy hunting...!

Happy New Year!

2012-01-02T06:38:00.000-08:00

Hope everyone is doing well, recovering from a good New Years Eve. Perhaps you woke up in a stranger's bed? Perhaps you found yourself a girlfriend for the night? Club, house party, passed out on the bathroom floor - take it wherever you can find it, my friends...

Spare a thought for me, if you could. The Pennsylvania Liquor Control board has produced a series of ads aimed at rape awareness that have the unfortunate side effect of giving me a hard-on. Thankfully they've pulled them due to the backlash - it's a good thing, since I would have had to take a visit to PA to take advantage of their drunk, nubile, bathroom-floor-passing-out-on young women. The article says it's harder to get rape convictions there, too...

I need a cold shower & a cigarette. And money for a Greyhound ticket. See you all there!

From red carpet to back alley...

2011-12-02T22:37:00.000-08:00

There's something about Lindsay Lohan that just brings out the worst in me. The guy who gets turned on by the drunk look in a girls eyes and has to stop himself fantasizing abou taking advantage of her. Revelling in her clumsy attempts to stop me ripping her clothes off or slurring curses at me as I bend her over the couch and fuck her like a crazed beast despite her best attempts to stop me.

The guy who delights in making women feel like objects, and worthless ones at that. Who got a hard-on from the look in girl's eyes when he said that she could have the money she was panhandling me for if she was willing to 'earn it'. The look in her eyes as she realizes that even though she considers herself down on her luck, trying to pull herself up by her bootstraps, I just see an opportunity for a cheap fuck.

See? This is what Linsey does to me. That drug-addled look on her fact, the fact that even while high, she's still got the the ability to vamp and pose for the cameras - it's all she's ever done. I wanna help her stagger off to a dark alley, hike up her skirt and fuck her like an animal, gritting my teeth and ramming my hips inside her, feeling her pussy suck me in, so deep inside her that I feel like I'm opening her up, feeling her clamp herself around me, sucking the thick veiny head of my cock back in as I slide out, ready to thrust in deeper each time.

Her eyes are glazed. I can tell she doesn't know where she is, will barely remember even remember fucking me. Perhaps I'll write my phone number on the $100 bill she asked for. I don't even know how many guys she's already fucked tonight.

'I...I don't know where my. panties arrrrre!' she slurs.

Yep. I'm getting sloppy seconds, at least. I don't give a shit. She just turns me on in this really aggressive, nasty way. She's got no shame, and no money. She's so trashy, so slutty, she'll fuck anyone to fund her habit, and she clearly can't afford the luxury of self-respect. And since she doesn't respect herself, why should I bother?

My cock is aching, numb, sore. Ready to cum, but not yet. I slide out of her. I'm throbbing and tingling.

"Take your fucking dress off"

"Wh-why?" she mumbles. "Ca-can't you just fuck me like this?"

"I said... Take. Your. Fucking. Dress. Off" I repeat.

"No." she says, more definately this time.

I slap her hard across the face. I almost feel guilty hitting her, but she's drunk enough that it needs to be hard for her to feel it.

I start to pull the dress up over her head. She's wobbling on her heels, mumbling and slurring.

"Don't make me rip the dress!" I snarl at her "You want people out there to know you've been selling yourself for drug money?"

"I.. I don't do drugs... I'm just a little... little tired cos I've been working on my movie. I'm gonna win an Oscar, y'know!'

She was standing there, in her gold heels, eyes glazed over, unfocused. Staggerring back and forth a little. Hand on her hip like she was on the red carpet.

But she was totally naked. Swollen, wet clit peeking out beneath her landing stip pussy hair. So tacky. My cock throbbed and twitched instantly.I waited for a few more moments.

Watching her try to focus on me, and stand upright without falling over. I knew that she probably wouldn't remember a think the next day. Her tits were already streaked with dried cum, and I could see wet sticky lumps sliding down between her thighs. She'd been fucked probably not more than 30 minutes ago. I could only think of how slutty this girl really was. Drove me crazy.

"Get on your hands and knees" I ordered.

She continued staggering for a few minutes, staring definately back at me.

"Well, do you want the fucking money or not? You're not the only whore in this town..." I continued.

She broke my gaze and looked down at that floor. moments later, she almost toppled over, trying to kneel in her heels. She felt forward and I managed to catch her arm, but she still scraped her wrist as she felt. She shakily turned round, and stuck her ass out at me. On her hands and knees, she was still swaying slightly... god she was totally wasted she couldn't have known what she was doing. But I didn't give a shit. All I wanted was to blow my load.

I slid my cock up and down her pussy lips, savoring the anticipation. I was going to get even deeper like this... I drew back and pushed the head of my cock between her pussy lips.

"Wait.... WAIT!" she slurred.

What?!" I snarled down at her.

"C-can I have another $50?" she mumbled, barely able to get the words out.

I grinned, and plunged balls deep into her. I had to fight back my orgasm almost immediately- she was tight, wet, and in no state of mind to consent to anything. This was gonna be fun.

"Sure. Whatever you want, Lindsay."

"You are 16, going on 17..."

2011-11-17T06:50:00.000-08:00

If you like your women, barely legal, (if not actually legal), trashy and used up, then you'll already know about Courtney Stodden. 16 years old, married to her 51 year old 'agent', has fake breasts but is apparently in complete denial.

I would have written this blog post earlier, but frankly every time I see her photos I end up in a marathon masturbation session. It's not often that a girl turns me on yet causes me to lose all respect for her just as much. And as you know, nothing turns me on more that a hot girl that I don't give a shit about. She looks like a whore. Literally. The kind of girl I would be find on Backpage or Redbook and spend an hour inside, but wouldn't want any other kind of social interaction with.

Her husband is a lucky man. He needs to milk this as much as possible - make sure he gets his money's worth from her while she's still tight and taut, and start fucking a few of the soulless skanks who will flock to him because they see his relationship with Courtney as a sign that he must be worth something. Perhaps he could get in a mother-daughter trhee way. Suggest that she should agree to it to save the marriage when it inevitably goes all of the rails, then dump her afterwards anyway. It's not like anyone's really going to have any sympathy for her, are they?

I'm so jealous. Remember guys, as far as pussy is concerned, longer term leases are always better than renting by the hour..

Check out the link for more photos and video. I would post them here, but frankly I've gotta go blow my load again..

'I'm not done with you yet...' (pt 1)

2011-10-30T19:48:00.000-07:00

'Wake up, Rose'

He'd waited months for this moment. Planned it in ridiculous details. He had too. This was much more dangerous that a simple grab off the street. Oh he'd still done a couple of those. Left one unconscious in a back alley with her clothes half torn off. The pictures from that one were really popular.

But this was diferent. Months of planning. Folllowed her countless times. Got to know her movements, her habits. Those shortcuts that she shouldn't take. The dangerous things women do cos they don't think anything will happen to them. He'd gotten to know her wardrobe, her favorite outfits. That short little skirt she wore on occasion that barely covered her ass. She's been home from college for a couple of months, and was getting ready to start her sophomore year, so she was partying with her friends most nights, or shopping at the mall during the day.

Occasionally she would bend down to pick something up, off the street, or crouch down and the entie world would be able to see what color panties she was wearing. He always like pink on girls. He couldn't believe her parents let her out of the house looking like that! Well, pretty soon they wouldn't be letting her out of the house to do anything, ever... he'd make sure of that.

Sometimes she would be showing off her thong over the waistband of her jeans. He always though it looked trashy, and not in a good way. He'd still fuck her, he'd think to himself, but he wouldn't respect her. He couldn't help smirking to himself after that thought crossed his mind.

She had a few different pairs of jeans - he'd never understand why women needed so many different pairs of jeans, all essentially the same color - until weeks of staring at her ass helped him notice the difference.

Sometimes her ass was firm and tight, and wiggled in a way that he couldn't resist. He wanted to dress her up in those jeans and parade around for him until he couldn't help himself any more and tore them off her, but that wasn't going to be his MO this time.

Occasionally she'd wear heels. He wished she did that more often, but at the same time still couldn't believe her parents let her. Her whole body would screaming 'fuck me', with every step she took. She didn't walk in heels, she strutted. He would always hope she would wear heels with the short skirt, then realized he's been watching too much schoolgirl porn. Real life was never as cliched.

He'd been going through their trash for months. Trash day was Wednesday. He'd pick out everythng that looks like it might be good and sift through it at home. Figured out her menstrual cycle. No point raping her during her period, right? May as well maximize the chance of knocking her up. Kept all her used tampons. Managed to make a bit of cash on them as well.

Some sick bastard out there was probably right now masturbating himself blind with one of them under his nose. He had to to separate Roses's from her mother's of course. That was fun. Although on reflection, he probably should have sold 'em all.

And the underwear. Two pairs over the course of 6 weeks. White, with pink hearts and a tiny little bow on the back. The second pair. Yellow. Victoria's Secret. She must have ben fucking herself silly while wearing them cos they stunk of pussy. He couldn't wait to tell Rose much that pair had gone for.

He'd not been able to crack their wireless network, but it hadn't mattered in the end. Despite having a new computer in her bedroom, Rose did everything on her phone. Facebook, email, everything. Surprisingly, no bathroom self-shot nudes. Not that it mattered. He already knew what she looked like topless. Managed to sneak a couple of shots with a telephoto zoom lens from a car across the street last week.

John knew all about her various crushes, every minute detail of what Rose and her friends got up to. Some guy called 'Chris' was apparently the big man at school, with all the girls throwing themselves at him. Lucky bastard. Well, John was gonna get his first. Chris could have what was left.

And her parents. Dad - Jim - was a patent lawyer, Mom - Diane - a teacher. One younger sister - Jen, and a younger brother - Dave, as well. John felt he knew them all, by the time he decided to make his move.

He quietly slipped a hand through the small window they always left open on the ground floor.

Small enough not to be a risk - apart from someone who'd studied the layout of their house.

Got the plans from the local town hall. He knew exactly how to open the larger window, climb in and creep up the stairs to her bedroom. Past Dave, then Jen, then Mom & Dad, and finally to Rose, at the end of the hall, all by herself.

John couldn't help laughing to himself as he was dressing earlier that night. Black leather gloves, ski black mask, tight black shirt. He caught a glimplse of himself in the mirror and coulnd't hold back a chuckle. He looked like a stereotypical home invader.

Roses' door squeaked as he pushed it open. He knew Jim had worked hard this week - big deadline due, and was exhausted. Dave had a soccer game tthis afternoon, so he was tired too. John quietly crept over to Roses bed. It was a full moon - he wanted to be able to see as much as possible, without turning on any lights.

'Wake up, Rose', he whispered. One black gloved hand was pressed hard over her mouth, and the other pressed a serrated edge knife across her throat....

"Me and a Gun"

2011-10-17T05:41:00.000-07:00

So, I was surfing around and I came across a description of 'Me and a Gun', a song by Tori Amos... about the time she was raped.

"In the song I say it was 'Me and a Gun' but it wasn't a gun. It was a knife he had. And the idea was to take me to his friends and cut me up, and he kept telling me that, for hours. And if he hadn't needed more drugs I would have been just one more news report, where you see the parents grieving for their daughter". "And I was singing hymns, as I say in the song, because he told me to. I sang to stay alive. Yet I survived that torture, which left me urinating all over myself and left me paralysed for years. That's what that night was all about, mutilation, more than violation through sex."

I've written stories where the woman (or girl) loses control and pees herself in pure fright. It's hot - it's a primal response, one that she can't control, and is a sign of how much control the guy has over her at that point. Of course, it only adds to the humiliation of the moment for her - and rape is as much about power, control and humiliation as it about sex. The fucking is just an added bonus.

So, if you read as story where a girl is raped at knifepoint in the back of a car and pees herself in fright, singing hymns, even as she feels the guy force his way inside her (and lets not kid ourselves, if you're reading this, you think it's hot)... is it hot if the story turned out to be an accurate depiction of a real life event?

I know what I think.

Happy Birthday!

2011-10-09T06:00:00.000-07:00

I know I'm a little late... Hope you enjoyed the dance, though!

You know much prom dresses turn me on. Prom dresses are designed to offer up the nubile, virgin body of the girl barely concealed within to her ready and willing date. Just look at this girl's expression. If her eyes aren't saying 'Fuck me... please?', there's something wrong with you

Anyway, perhaps you managed to survive the night with your cherry intact, or perhaps you decided that masturbating was no longer good enough? You'll have to let me know.

Either way, I'd love to pin you up against the wall of your hotel room and gently slide my fingers up the inside of your thighs, pull your soaking wet panties aside, and plunge two fingers deep inside you, all the while watching the look in your eyes....

You might struggle a little, but we both know you want it. Not that it would make a difference if you didn't. At this point, you're going to get it whether you like it or not...

Post Ramadan Rape...

2011-08-28T16:05:00.000-07:00

She didn't know how long she's been down there. It had been at least a whole day. It didn't help that the basement was pitch black, and that she kept passing out and waking up every so often, with no way of telling how long she'd been out. In fact, she didn't even know if she was awake or not, unless the door was opened and she felt someone's hands or tongue on her, someone's cock inside her.

If she wasn't getting fucked, she was in darkness and silence with nothing but her thoughts for company. She could feel cum sliding out of her pussy and asshole, warm splashes of spunk sliding off her tits, which meant that another of his friends had got hard again and wanted a fuck.

She'd given up fighting - not that she could do much, tied up as she was, but it only encouraged some of his nastier friends. The ones that enjoyed hitting her as much as they enjoyed fucking her.

John. He was the worst. He was the one that took it from a rape to a gang-rape. Jassie hadn't been been able to fuck her boyfriend all month, but now that Ramandan was over, she was craving his cock.

They'd teased each other all month - even though they couldn't touch each other, she'd let him watch as she she fingered herself. She still got wet thinking about the last time she'd got herself off for him - she was naked on her bed, her pussy tingling from the orgasm she'd already had.

She was stroking herself, legs open, eyes fixed on him as she gently teased herself. She was already turned on, just imagining what it would be like to fuck him again after what seemed like ages, but seeing how much he was turned on made it even hotter.

His delicious cock was rock hard, swollen and throbbing, glistening with pre-cum. She knew that he was desperate to fuck her - more so than usual - she could see it in his eyes.

In fact as she was getting close to orgasm, she had to almost fight him off - he ended up pinned against the wall by the bed, her foot on his chest, struggling against her even as her body was shuddering from an incredible orgasm... see how much he was turned on and how he couldn't stop himself from trying to fuck her. Just seeing how much she turned him on, enough to make him lose control - it made her cum so hard.

She wanted to tease him a little. Just imagining how hard he would fuck her when Ramadan was over. She put his knee on her throat and slid two fingers inside her dripping pussy and let him smell them before licking her fingers clean, her face just inches from his.

"I want you fuck me like I've never been fucked" she purred.

She didn't know how much of it was her fault. Perhaps if she hadn't teased him so much. Or made sure he knew she wasn't wearing underwear last night.

She was horny as fuck. She didn't care that everyone at the party could see her nipples poking through her shirt. Or that her thighs were slick with wetness. All she could think about was his cock inside her. She knew he couldn't hold out for ever.

She was in the kitchen getting a drink, their friends chatting in the living room next door when she felt him slide up behind her and slide one hand up her shirt, the other hike her skirt up over her hips.

'I'm gonna fuck you like you've been begging me to.... you litte slut' he whispered. 'So you'd better not cum to hard, unless you want everyone to hear how much you crave my cock....' She felt his cock working upside her swollen, throbbing pussy even before he finished talking.

'Mmmmmm.... fuck me like you can't hold back. Pin me down and make me take it', she murmured.

What else would he have done? Seconds later she felt him lift her knee up and spread her open, and felt his cock slide up inside her God it felt so good, she came within a couple of minutes, having waiting for his cock for so long, and so fucking like animals, his friends just in the next room!

'Hey, if you guys are gonna party like that, we should get to watch' Jassie and her boyfriend both snapped round to see John standing their with a grin on his face and a bulge in his pants.

'Why don't you come back to the living room, it's a lot more comfortable there and we can all enjoy the show!

She looked back at him, shaking her head with fear and shame in her eyes. But he had that same look of absolute, all controlling lust in his eyes that she'd seen when she got herself off for him.

'N-no.. please!... Akrem... don't do this to me!', she begged, her face red. But it was too late... he picked her up and half carried, half dragged her back to the living room. John dragged her ankles and the two of them carried her back to the living room and threw her back on the couch.

She didn't blame him at all. She could still see the embarrassment, shame in his eyes, even as he stood over her with his cock pointing up at the ceiling, her cum slidig down his balls.It was John... he was the instigator - he took a sneaky little quickie and turned it into a humiliating gang-bang. And he loved every minute of it.

As she was lying shocked on the couch, he reached down and grabbed her top, pulling her it hard over her neck and tearing it off. She was lying topless on the couch, her skirt hiked up around her hips, and John grabbed her wrists and pulled back over her head. She was half naked, held down and clearly horny.

In Akrem's place, she would have done the same thing. She tried not to notice John stroking her tits and neck and just looked up at her boyfriend fucking her - feeling how turned on he was, with the sheer force and fury he was pounding her pussy.

She could feel her pussy juices running down her butt cheeks and sliding up her thighs. He grabbed her knees and pressed them back to her chest and ground his cock into her pussy, even as she stared back at him.

She couldn't believe he was fucking her in front of his friends.. One on each side, pulling her legs open, two others sitting watching and stroking their cocks, and John holding her hands behind her head, standing behind the couch, bending down to suck and lick her nipples.

How could she argue, how could she fight back when she was dripping wet? And when after just a few minutes, she had the strongest orgasms of her life thus far? Her body twitched and shuddered, she moaned and gasped and squrmed. writhing in beautiful agony, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

She felt globs of a warm sticky liquid splatter all over her tits and face and realised she'd just been the target of a couple of cumshots. She opened her eyes and saw cum splashes all over her tits and tummy, and her boyfriends friends gripping their spent cocks and leering at her, unable to believe their luck.

She knew they'd been lusting after her for ages - she could tell the way they looked at her when they thought she wasn't paying attention. Jassie looked up at her boyfriend and saw the lust in his eyes and the sweat dripping from his brow, splashing on her hips.

Seconds later he grunted and twitched his hips and she felt him fill her with what felt like a massive load. He ground his hips into her one last time and pulled out, his cock already softening.

'Fuck I need to piss so bad!' he said and walked back toward the kitchen. Jassie was still too stunned to call after him. Big mistake.

She lay back on the couch, head still reeling from her orgasm and what had just happened. Fucked in front of his friends, as they held her down and blew their loads over her!

She had two of his cum shots slowly ooing out over her onto their couch. God, she felt so dirty, so slutty, but she was so turned on!

John had left go of her hands and gotten out his cock, so she used the cum on her chest as nipple lube and tweaked her nipples with one hand, stroking her clit with the other. She hadn't thought about the fact she was naked and alone with a bunch of horny guys with their cocks out...

'Raulo, you get her wrists this time' said John, motioning to one of the cock-strokers.

He had moved round to the front of the couch where she was peacefully stroking her clit and enjoying the afterglow.

'What?! No, you only get to watch! Only he gets to fuck me!' she squealed, realizing what was about to happen. Too little, too late.

'Akrem's not here right now, and you are clearly horny and still craving cock. And since you've emptied his balls, it's up to us to satisfy you

'No!' she screamed, but it was too late. She felt hands hold her down and pull her legs open. John was inside her in seconds, grinning down at her as he drove his cock into her. She struggled and screamed but she couldn't fight them off.

John's cock wasn't very long, but it was much fatter than her boyfriends. She winced as he pounded her pussy, still laughing and smirking as to how he'd managed to take advantage of the situation.

She screamed for Akrem, cursing and swearing, but as she opened her mouth another friend shoved his cock inside her open mouth and began fucking her face.

She tried to bite down but he'd managed to slip a spoon handle - or something - into her mouth and all she managed to do was grate her teeth. As John fucked her with a crazed look in her eyes, she screamed as best she could for help, but her face-fucker bent her neck back over the couch and fucked her mouth hard enough that she gagged almost every stroke.

She couldn't even see who it was - all she could tell that he had thick, strong cock and that his cum has slid all the way down to the base of his shaft. Even with her bottom lip brushing against his balls, she could taste his cum on the tip of her tongue.

She could feel his pubes tickle her nose as he thrusted forward, and twitched and writhed as she fought to stop herself gagging and chocking on his cock. After a few moments, with a sickening feeling in her stomach, she felt John cum inside her and slowly pull out, heard him grunt and moan.

She was screaming and yelling as best she could. Eventually the guy at her mouth - twitched his hips into her face and held them there, his cock halfway down her throat.

She was terrified she would gag on his cock and drown in his cumshot. Jassie was writhing and spasming and gasping for air, flailing her arms around to get some leverage to push him off her.

It was too late for that. She heard him moan as he filled her mouth and throat with his load. It went down the back of her throat and up the back and up her nose As he pulled out she collapsed on the couch coughing and gagging on his load. She was dripping with cumshots, saliva and spunk dribbling down her chin, John's cum mixing with his as it oozed out of her pussy.

She lay slumped on the couch, whimpering and crying 'Ak-Akrem..... where are you?! Help me... you fucking bastard!!!'

When John stepped back, she saw him standing there. Face impassive, with that same look of absolute lust in his eyes. Watching. Cock rock hard, and it seemed to her like it was visibly throbbing.

Had he been watching the whole thing? Listening to her scream and beg for him, watching John and Raulo force themselves on her and get off on it? His cock was throbbing - she could see the veins on his shaft glistening , beads of her pussy juice sliding down his balls.

She met his gaze and trembled a little. His expression was impassive, almost angry, but lustful. She shivered for a moment, a tingle running all the way down her spine to her pussy. She regained herself afer an instant and strutted forward, jabbing her finger at him, her other hand on her hip. For a split second she felt the queen of a harem about to berate one of her toys for having the audacity to stop before she gave him permission.

'What the FUCK do think you are do-'

The next thing she remembered was lying face down on the couch with the side of her face stinging and the entire room in a hushed silence. What the fuck just happened? she thought to herself. She felt someone grab her ankle and pull her back along the couch. He grabbed her other leg and pulled her knees apart without saying a word.

Seconds later his cock was buried inside her pussy and he was fucking her deep without a word. She was on her hands and knees on the couch getting drilled in front of his friends, their cum stains drying on her tits. She looked up and caught the eye of John who smirked back at her. Her face burned with shame, and she hung her head and let Akrem take his satisfication from her without argument.

Everytime they'd fucked previously, it was mutual pleasure. Sometimes she held the reins, other times he did, but they both got off hard and enjoyed making each other cum. This was different. This was an expression of power, of dominance. He fucked her hard and deep, grinding his cock into her pussy with each thrust.

Pinning her down, using her body for his pleasure. Showing her that he could use her pussy whenever he wanted, regardless of what she thought. She tried not to tear up as she felt him unload his balls inside her. There was no point arguing any more.

But even though she was humiliated, she could feel her pussy gushing and her hot juices sliding down the inside of her thighs, soaking the couch between her knees. This was the wettest she'd ever been, which only made the humiliation worse.

And he pulled out, another cock was ready to take his place. Raulo again. But it was worse. Doggy style, on her hands and knees taking a cock from behind - that she could deal with. Submission to a stronger man was hard enough, but his forced intimacy was even worse.

Slow, passionate sex, in the missionary position, the lights dimmed, whispering to her like a lover in between gently stroking and sucking her nipples... while Akrem, John & their friends watched from the couch. Begging Raulo to cum deep inside her (motivated by another stinging slap to the face)... it was like she was complicit in her own rape. She hated herself almost as much as him. All of them.

They'd all had a turn with her before they decided to take a break and leave her shivering and whimpering on the couch.

But Eid had only just started. This was the first night, after all. She didn't know it, but they weren't done with her by a long shot yet...

More fun with strippers...

2011-08-16T17:27:00.000-07:00

So, I just got back from the strip club, and thought I'd share my experiences and thoughts on women in general. Because you can extrapolate the actions and thoughts of strippers to all women in general, of course.

So, we all know I'm a dirty kinda guy. The kind of guy who shows up to a strip club wearing his thinnest pants and a hard-on. The kind of guy who then proceeds to get lap dances while wearing his a smug 'I know you can feel it' look on his face.

Some girls won't appear to notice, some girls will give it a discrete little stroke and a wink. And make sure they give it a little extra attention during the grind, or make sure to rub their breasts on your swollen cock with a little smile. And why not? The only girls who don't think the guys are just there to fuck 'em are the ones who really are 'just working their way through college'.

Let's be honest, a lap dance is essentially the closest you can get to legally paying for sex without either person ending up in jail. And the strippers that realize that are the ones who make the most money.

But it's all about how much you get, for how much you pay. Given that lapdances 'table dances') are cheap, for under $80, I can have a stripper-hot chick grind on me till I blow my load all over myself (and she discretely whispers afterwards that 'I looked like I enjoyed myself!' with a wink).... that's a good deal for the money.

Sure, I'd much rather fuck her, but I couldn't get a handjob from a Craiglist hooker for that money. Plus, in the corner of a bustling strip club, with both of us having to be discrete as possible? That's worth at least another $50 to me...

So, under $80 for what Backpage calls a 'full release massage' from a stripper? Pretty good. But, I'm a generous lover and I decide that I'd like her to enjoy it too. So I decide to wear a little cock-ring vibrator and give her a little surprise. We decided to go back to the VIP lounge after the first time she rode that.

Nothing's hotter than a stripper cumming multiple times as she grinds herself on your cock. Well, I suppose if I didn't have to pay for it, but let's be realistic here. Those involuntary twitches and gasps, and shudders, that'll be warming my cold lonely nights for months.

And if she was gonna fake an orgasm to be polite, she would have only done one, right?

Right?

So, this brings me back to my point. Clearly she knows how she makes her money. And clearly I wanna fuck her and am willing to pay for it. So I asked her, discretely of course, if she's ever 'met' any 'regular clients' outside of the club.

It turns out she has , but she doesn't fuck. She'd give me a 'private dance' at my place for $500 minimum , which might involve me eating me out or getting a blowjob.

We chatted for a little more, but I ended up declining. I mentioned that I'd done 'this kind of thing before' and had paid 'about $200 to $300', and she responded that 'that's for the low end'.

Of course, I totally agreed and said 'yeah, I know, just fucking look at you!!. Clearly you're at the "high end"' I grinned.

She smiled. 'I just thought I'd ask', I continued.

We headed back to the VIP lounge where I paid her to watch her use the little vibe on my cock to get herself off. Yeah, it was totally worth it, but I was thinking. Every John want as much pussy as he can get for a little money.

Trying to pay to fuck a stripper is a bad idea. She already knows she's hot, and she's she's had guys throwing money at her all night. Much better to find a hot chick who doesn't get offered money for sexual services 5 nights a week, preferably right before rent is due.

You gotta shift the balance of power your way. A stripper doesn't need you. But a streetwalker does. And that teenage girl carrying 3 plastic bags walking the streets she's got no place to go needs you even more. And it doesn't matter whose lips are sucking your cock you're gonna cum just as hard, aren't you?

Well, maybe. You guys might.

A Craigslist hooker on her knees in your hotel room, sucking your cock with a bored look on her face. Your $200 already in her purse. Right next to the cocaine.

Your favorite stripper on her knees in your hotel room with a little smirk on her face and your $500 already stuffed playfully up her pussy. 'I don't do this regularly, y'know. And I don't fuck'.

That teenage girl walking without a purpose. Freshly showered. And shaved. (hey, you offered an extra $50). On her knees. In nothing but a little miniskirt you bought for her. Nervously looking up at you. 'You said $800, right? Just for this?

'Can you show me the $800 first, before I start, just so... y'know, I know you're not gonna trick me?'

I know which one I think is the best deal...

Jenna Bentley: Long term lease vs. Hourly Rent...?

2011-08-11T18:19:00.001-07:00

Leasing is always better than renting.

When renting pussy, I tend to go for the short term rather than longer term. Not more than an hour. Hell, I'd do a 2 minute rental if they let me. That's all I usually need anyway.

But, as with other things. the more you can spend, the better deals you can get. And if you have billions, you can take out a long term lease on a Playboy Playmate. In this case, Jenna Bentley and her billionaire boyfriend.

If you haven't see these pictures guys, be reassured that with enough money, anyone will fuck you, and appear to enjoy themselves doing it.

As always, I'm wondering what's going through Jenna's head.... is she aware that she's a golddigger? Of course, I don't have a problem with golddigers, if they're up front about it, but it is a conscious decision?

We all know she wouldn't be seen dead with him if he was broke, but does she actually find him attractive (even just for the money) - or perhaps think she does, or has she weighed up the pros and cons and decided that it's worth closing her eyes and opening her legs for the amount of cash she can spend?

I know he doesn't care as long as he's balls deep every night, but I'm curious.

Good for him though. Being rich enough to actract goldiggers (or being a gold digger yourself) is the other american dream, anyway....

What does this look on her face tell you? I think we all know... I love it. It's like we're watching her get paid to rape herself. Who wouldn't wanna see that?

I can't help it. Sex trafficking turns me on...

2011-07-25T14:53:00.000-07:00

So, I was browsing the web, looking for some fun when I came across a news story about a young Romanian student kidnapped and

'forced into a nightmare world of brutal sex crimes'.

That caught my attention. Reading on, I heard about a young girl, raped by:

different men, 50 times a week on average, often violent, drunken strangers.

In addition, they worked her pretty hard.

Daily shifts lasted 12 hours, 10pm to 10am, seven days a week. Sometimes she would be obliged to have sex 12 times with different men. She says it was normal for her trafficked peers to have sex with 10 men a day.

Another girl was 'beaten and raped into submission'. Raped into submission. What does that entail? I can only imagine, and I've had a hard-on all day since reading this article. What did they do, keep knocking her down and fucking her until she stopped getting back up? Oh god, I hope so.

That same girl ended up fucking 20 guys a night.

20 guys a night. Against her will. Not that she would fight them off, but she would lie back and stare up at the ceiling while they emptied their balls into her bruised and beaten body. Too scared to fight back. Unable to speak enough English to explain that she was being forced into it.

She wanted to explain her predicament, tell the man that she was trafficked. Instead she cried, hoping that the man would take pity on her. He did not. None of them did.

I wish that that image didn't turn me on.

By the time I finished reading all of it I needed a cold shower. And a ticket to hell, but I've already got a first-class ride. Maybe I need an express ticket?

The stories are linked below: Try not to enjoy them too much..

Sex trafficking in the UK

Streets of Despair

You can't rape the willing... (pt. 3)

2011-07-15T13:59:00.000-07:00

Laura didn't even realize her eyes were closed until she felt John's hand gently stroking her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was smiling and looking at her - the same look of pleasure that she had seen as her pussy had milked his balls dry.

'You like, this slut?' he whispered. 'You enjoying this? I'll bet you are. It seems like the sort of thing that a dirty whore like you would lie awake at night dreaming about'.

He punctuated his point by ramming the spoon a little deeper inside her, causing her to gasp and tense up, gritting her teeth.

Laura couldn't manage to speak at this point, only shake her head.

John continued, quietly.

'You know what I like best about hurting you? Your reaction is very similiar to how you look and sound when you're cumming. Body tenses, gasping and panting, twitching, whimpering. So it turns me on even more.

You know I could tie you down and quite enjoy myself just abusing you, you know? I don't think I'd be able to stop myself. I have a real nasty streak that enjoying pushing someone like you past breaking point...'

Laura looked John deep in the eyes and felt sure she wasn't going to survive the night. He stared back at her, face impassive, with an evil smirk twisting his lips.

'Hey John. Stop scaring this dumb bitch and put her to use. We wanna take another run at her'

John stepped back and his two buddies grabbed Laura and forced her to the floor. They bent her over and one quick shoved his cock her. The other grabbed the spoon and started working it up her asshole.

She gritted her teeth and tried to stifle herself, looking at John all the while. He could see the fear in her eyes, and he loved it.

They'd been going at Laura for a couple of hours now, and it was starting to show. Her body was covered in sweat, cum, lube, spit and tears. Her make up was smeared, and her hair was stringy and matted. More importantly, although John's cock was still rock hard, his balls were empty.

And the same for his buddies. One had been pounding Laura as hard as they could for 10 minutes, but still hadn't cum. She was lying on her back now, staring up at the ceiling, lying awkwardly on her hands, still bound behind her. The guy on top of her reached down and grabbed her left breast, twisting and clawing it.

She screamed and arched her back in pain as he continued pounding her pussy. Sweat was dripping off his brow. He twisted Laura's breast even harder and she struggled and kicked under him before collapsing back on the floor.

He continued to thrust into her a few more times before he grunted and his body shuddered, as it pumped load after load of cum into Laura's abused pussy.

He slide his cock out and wiped off the cum off his shaft with his hand, smearing it over Laura's cheek as she lay there whimpering and trembling.

'Alright John, I'm done with this bitch. She's not tight enough to make me cum any more, and I'm starting to get bored of her anyway. Plus, I know I'm not when I have to hurt her in order get myself off. That's always been your thing.'

'No problem dude.... glad you could join me in tearing this one up!'

The two guys got dressed and left a few moments later, as John continued to watch Laura trembling on the floor. He walked over and sat down on the bed, and looked down at her, still cowering on the floor. She was still staring up at the ceiling. Cum was sliding off her cheek.

'It's just you and me know, Laura. And they were right. I do enjoy hurting you. If you didn't look so hot when you're taking all this abuse, I wouldn't keep doing it... Anyway, get up. I'm not done with you by a long shot....'

'Please...just let me go. I can't take any more....' she whimpered, sobbing.

'Oh, we're not done yet. In fact, I don't know when we're gonna be done. We'll be done when I can't cum any more. Or you pass out. And only then after I've fucked your unconscious body a few times. So don't even think blacking out will give you any relief.'

Laura was standing in front of him, shakily. She was weak now, almost unable to stand. The constant fucking and abuse had taken its toll on her. Tears were running down her cheeks, cum oozing out of her pussy and ass, running down her thighs.

'Go in the bathroom and bend over the counter. I want us both to be able to watch as I fuck you up the ass.'

Laura didn't move, but just stood there, sobbing. 'Please....' she murmured.

She didn't even get to finish before John slapped her hard across the face. She staggered back, and almost fell over, but managed to keep her balance.

John's cock twitched and his balls tingled. He didn't usually get off just on the physical abuse, but watching Laura get slapped and struggling to keep her balance tweaked a mean streak inside him.

He kept silent and looked at her for a moment before she turned and walked towards the bathroom, gingerly balancing in her heels.

She looked up at him. His face was impassive, cold, hard.

She rememeberd the look of pleasure as she'd slowly licked the underside of his shaft till his eyes rolled practically rolled back in his head. She'd let him blow his load in her mouth and looked up at him wide-eyed as she drooled his cumshot back onto his cock and licked it off again.

'It's too much for me to take all and once' she'd said in her best little-girl-pornstar voice. He'd known she was just saying that, but by the time she'd licked his cock clean again he was hard enough to fuck her up the ass again.

That's when she felt it. It didnt hurt, it just stung. At once point, she used to enjoy it. If she was gonna titty-fuck a guy, she would have him spit between her tits to lube her up. It made her feel dirty, like a sex toy, and she loved it. If she was feel particularly horny, she would spit on a guys dick before she sucked him. It made her feel like a porn star. This was different.

She'd never had anyone spit in her face before. The message was clear. 'Fuck you', he was saying. Even as she felt his split sliding off her forehead and onto her cheek, she could feel his cockhead begin to spread her pussy lips open. Within seconds his cock was buried inside her.

She didn't feel his hands grip and twist her breasts. All she was aware of was his cold hard eyes staring her down in the mirror. She let her mind drift back to happier times that night when this same pair of hands was over her, the same cock drilling into her pussy. She had never thought that she could be humiliated sexually - she had always enjoyed her body, and never had any qualms about enjoying sex and guys.

She could still feel cum sliding out of her. She didn't think she could ever be raped by a guy she'd happily taken up the ass earlier that night - and he'd made her cum hard, too - but she didn't want this.

He hadn't said a word since he'd hit her. She was almost more scared of his silence - she couldn't read him - wasn't sure what he was gonna do. If she could get a reaction out of his she could perhaps sense was he was capable of and what he might do.

Laura felt him start to slide in and out of her, face like stone, with a look of fury in his eyes. She felt him pull back, almost all the way out and then drive himself inside her again, before grinding his hips into hers, trying to get just that inch further inside. His teeth were gritted - fists clenched, entire body tensed and angry.

This was no lustful fuck, this was rage and anger delivered via his cock. He looked like he wasn't even enjoying it. She couldn't even make eye contact with him - it was like he was looking right through her - like her pussy was there but she wasn't - so she stared up at the ceiling and listening to his grunting and heavy breathing.

It took her a while to realize the whimpering and sobbing sounds she could hear was her own voice.

She wondered how much of her would be left when he was finally done.

You can't rape the willing... (pt. 2)

2011-07-01T13:24:00.000-07:00

"You ready guys....?"

Laura was pressed up in a corner - she'd grabbed a knife from a drawer and was waving it threatenly at them...

'Dumb bitch' grinned the first guy. He reached down and grabbed one end of the sheet Laura was covering herself with and yanked it sharply towards him. It slipped out of her hands, leaving her standing naked in front of them, cowering in the corner of her bedroom.

She squealed. 'Get the fuck away!'... I'll call the police!

'The fuck you will' John responded. The guy to his left quickly stepped forward and slapped Laura across the face, hard, with the back of his hand. She staggered back and slumped against the wall, the knife sliding to the floor.

As she recovered from her daze, he grabbed her by her hair and yanked her forwards, knocking her to knees.

'Dude, what the fuck!' John snapped at him.

'Fuck this man, I'm horny - I don't have the patience for this bullshit. You got yours, now I want a piece'.

John laughed. 'Fair enough... though I'm not done with her yet....I've gotta quieten her down before you get your time with her. Bring her over here.'

The two guys grabbed her by the arms and roughly dragged her over to John.

'So, here's the situation, Laura. These two guys are gonna fuck you. You're gonna do everything they say... empty their balls just like you emptied mine.

'Fuck you, asshole!' she yelled, and spat in his face. 'These guys lay a finger on me, I'm calling the fucking cops!'

'You're more than welcome to' smiled John. 'And you can explain exactly what happened. Give them my details. Make sure you tell the policeman how you sucked me on your knees in the alleyway, fucked me against your front door, let me lick you till you came all over my face... then got on your knees and begged me to fuck you the ass.

And how I put my cock into you mouth after taking it out of your ass. That's nasty. Even I think that's nasty... and I pay homeless girls for sexual favors.'

Laura looked at him in silence.

'And after you've finished explaining what you did of your own free will, then you can explain this part here. Sure, no means no. But you think the cops will have any sympathy for you after you tell them how much of a slut you are?

And trial will be fun, too. The men on the jury will be jealous, and the women will think you deserved it. Let's hope the judge's robes will hide his hard-on.'

John took a step back and laughed. Laura's ears burned with shame.

"Fuck you, asshole!' she snarled at him, but she could tell that John wasn't scared... he would almost enjoy the trial. She knew that it was still wrong, that she should have to feel embarrased, or slutty, that it didn't matter.

But she imagined the look on the detective's face as she detailed the night - that tiniest liitle look in her eyes that said she deserved it... and she didn't know if she'd be able to. And they'd probably make her tell a female officer. Who wouldn't even hide her disdain.

John could tell from the way her shoulders slumped he'd gotten through to her. Sure, she still spat in his face again, but he knew he'd got his point across.

'One more thing. You think you emptied me? You're stronger than me? I don't think so. Maybe the pussy is strong, but it still can be broken. And I love to break pussy. It turns me on...' John leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

'You get off making me cum. I get off on hurting you. And last girl I hurt ended up in hospital'.

John leaned away from her to get a good look at her face. She was scared... trembling. But not scared enough. Yet.

He leaned in again. 'You think you emptied me out? You wanna see what would get me hard again? I know I'll enjoy it more than you will....'

'N-no' she stammered.

'No... fuck you, you asshole. You're not getting away with this. I don't care what you think, you'll end up in jail!', she lifted her chin and stared him down, more defiantly this time.

But John could see a twinge of doubt in her eyes. He smiled.

'You think this is the first time I've done this? Based on my track record, you're more likely to call me back in a year's time telling me that you've not found anyone else that can make you cum that hard, rather than send me to the cops...'. He trailled off.

John looked at the two guys holding her arms, then disappeared into her kitchen. Laura could hear drawers being opened, doors slamming, cutlery being spilled on the floor. He returned after a moment holding a large metal plastic spoon, about a foot long. She usually used it to stir pasta. What was he thinking?

She was standing in the bedroom, pushed up against the wall by two guys who where pinning her arms down to her side. She had tried to break free, but they were simply too strong for her. John smiled at her.

His smile terrifed her now. She didn't know what to expect - she was convinced he was a sociopath. She watched him walk over to the bottle of lube on her nightstand, and turn back towards her with a smirk on his face. He poured a good amount of lube over the long handle of the spoon. It was about the length of her forearm, curved slightly. A couple of inches thick. Oh no... no.. please, no.

'Open her up for me, guys' she heard him say. She felt her thigs being pryed open, a hand behind her knee pushing it up to her chest. She was pinning against the wall,her pussy exposed, one knee up, shaking. 'Please no.. god, please don't.. please don't... I'll do anything you want.. please!'

'Yes, you will' John smiled.

'Do you know what turns me on more than hurting you?' he asked, cheerfully, rubbing the tip of the spoon handle between her legs.

'N-no...' she stammered.

'Guess' John loved toying with girls like this. The anticipation - both his, and hers, was as much as the act itself.

'I... I don't know' she whimpered. 'Puh-please don't hurt me... I'll do anything. You don't need to hurt me.'

'But I do have to hurt you' John replied. 'You see, what I love even more that hurting you is watching you beg me to stop. And the only way I can get you to that with in any conviction is to hurt you first.'

There was another guy holding her foot down on the floor, in case she decided to kick.

John smirked and started to twist the spoon handle inside her. She felt it slip inside her easily. He had lubed it up well.. perhaps this wouldn't hurt as much as she feared. But then she felt it slide deeper inside her than she was used to - push up inside her further than her biggest dildo had ever gone. She arched her back and gasped in fright. John stopped.

'It's only 3/4 of the way in, Laura.' And you're gonna take it. And then you're gonna beg me to stop. And if you do it well enough, I won't shove this up your ass. Her body was still tense - trying to get away, every muscle clenched. Her teeth were gritted. She felt John's handle on her cheek, gently cradling her face, even as he was violating her body.

'That's it sweetie....just like that' he whispered, leaning in close. 'All the way. Like the slut you are. I'm gonna tear you up inside... just to see the look on your face.'

She was terrified at this point. She felt him push the spoon further inside her. She didn't know what was going to happen. Her body was trembling, and tears were runing down her cheeks. 'Puh.. please stop!' she whimpered... 'I can't take any more...!'

Her pussy was burning and sore - she tried to shift her weight a little to reduce the pain, but it only made it hurt in different ways. She could hear the guys holding her chucking and laughing at her. She looked into John's eyes and recongised the same look of pleasure that she'd seen in his eyes as she sucked his cock, just less than an hour ago. Her blood ran cold.

'You can take it, and you're going to. You think you have any control over how deep I shove this inside your slut body, Laura?'

She shook her head.

'Ready?' John smiled. Always heighten the anticipation. Make her wait for it.

She shook her head again. She tried to say 'No', but couldn't manage anything.

He smirked, and shoved the handle three more inches inside her with such force that he almost lifted her off her feet. Laura heard herself screaming and squealing and felt an intense pain inside her. She was shaking and whimpering, and felt a creeping terror that she wouldn't survive for much longer if he kept this up.

She could hear herself sobbing, but felt disconnected from herself - like she was watching John do this to someone else, or that she was watching herself on TV. Which only make her more scared - she was worried about how badly they were hurting her. She felt the spoon twisting inside her, and wondered what they would do next...

Grind 'em up and spit 'em out...

2011-06-16T20:27:00.000-07:00

You know I love porn. And you I know I love women objectified and slutty. So you can imagine what I thought when I first saw what has happened to one of my favorite porn stars, Jayme Langford. I first saw her in an FTV shoot - the typical classy, sophisticated kind of shoot where the girls enjoy themselves and their bodies for our pleasure..

Sure, it's a fantasy, but it's a fantasy about a pretty, hot girl who is confident in herself and in her sexuality - enough that she's willing to share it with us, and us guys are grateful for it. We'd love to meet a girl like her..

Even more so when I saw some earlier pics of her, an amateur style shoot. The kind of photos you imagine that she might take for a boyfriend, or with a boyfriend.

She even, god forbid, looks a little curvy (see below) . Has a tiny bit of a belly in these earlier photos. But still, who gives a fuck? She looks like a real, beautiful horny girl that we'd be lucky to take home to bed, or perhaps to our mothers if we made it that far.

Even if you presume that every naked picture of a women is pure fantasy and male objectification of women, (because women aren't sexual creatures and don't enjoy showing themselves off, only doing so under duress), the fantasy she's portraying is at least an achievable one.

One could imagine this might be what her boyfriend sees before they make love in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation...

The rest of the photo set is here

Ok, so far, so good. Hot chick, would definitely fuck given an inch of a chance, no problem.

This is where my problem begins.

I found a more recent set of hers. Where she's clearly been sucked into the porn meatgrinder. Where she has that dead look in her eyes and is nothing but a hole for your cock. Her curves have been shrunk by cocaine and her brown hair bleached stripper blonde. Where she's opening herself up for you - nothing but a willing receptacle for your cum - something to unload your lust on, and take your load with a fixed smile and a blank stare...

Notice the bleached blonde /reddish hair. Stripper heels. Bent over a table. Opening her pussy for you. Plastic cumdumpster. Ready to take your cum and thank you for it. But it gets worse.

(The rest of the set is here)

But that's only the start. In the set, any remnants of personality or soul are completely wiped out. As much as I love women is bikinis and high heels, it seems that only ones who wear them are porns stars and beauty queens. Both or which are lust objects and nothing more....

So, here we are. In a bikini and stripper heels, bleached blonde hair, coke-whore skinny, licking and stripping with a slutty friend with trashy tattoos. She's doesn't have a boyfriend any more, she has a pimp. She doesn't have any feelings or desires, or emotions that you should care about, she exists just for your enjoyment and sexual gratification. She does what you want, what you want, when you want it, and it doesn't even cross your mind whether she wants to or not.

And why should you? If she's gonna do this to herself, why should you object? Just make her to bend over and pull her ass cheeks apart. If she'll do it on camera, she should do it for you.

Whether she wants to or not.

Now I'm turned on...

You can't rape the willing... (pt. 1)

2011-06-09T17:47:00.001-07:00

She was horny, she wanted to fuck. Well no, she wanted to be fucked. So she went along to her favorite bar to find herself a cock for the night.

Her friends told her that she needed to be more careful, but she laughed. What was gonna happen? Oh right, some guy might get back to her place and try to fuck her?

Oh what a tragedy that would be. Getting pounded by a hard cock attached to a hot guy.

'There isn't anything he can do that I wouldn't want him to' she would say. Laura loved it rough. Loved getting her on her knees and taking him in her mouth. She loved feeling a guy get hard again seconds after he had just blown his load inside her.

She loved the power she had over him. Loved making a guy cum even when he was trying to hold back. There were always a those guys who thought they could outlast her - just the look on their faces as their orgasm got the drop on them got her off. And then she would kneel in front of their cum-splatted cocks and squeeze her nipples as she felt them get hard in her mouth again.

She could cum just from feeling the head of a guy's cock hit the roof of her mouth again even as his cum was sliding out of her pussy between her thighs.

John knew he'd hit jackpot with this one. She sucked him off on her knees in the alley outside the bar, fucked him against her front door and already squirted all over his face as he tongued her clit onced they'd gotten inside her front door and torn each others clothes off. Her pussy smelled of his cum.

He knew he shouldn't be so turned on by that, but he loved sluts - and Laura was a real one. And she was a screamer, too. Came loud, and came hard.

John was sure the neighbors would complain but he would have bet money that she'd probably fucked 'em all as well. Oh well. Can't complain then, can they?

She was on her knees, twirling her hair, and sucking her finger.

'Can I suck your cock, sir?' she whispered in her best little-girl voice. John's cock was stiff again in seconds.

He knew he'd watched too much porn - she was playing the 'barely legal curious innocent teen' bit perfectly, but it got him rock hard immediately. She knew what she was doing and she was doing it well.

He felt her slide her lips up the head of his shaft, felt her flick her tongue against a vein on the underside of his cock. His balls were drained and sore. He looked down at her, eyes wide, staring up at him as she continued to fuck him with her mouth. She was moaning and sighing eyes closed, sliding and sucking, letting little tiny bubbles of cum froth around her lips.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She looked innocent and dirty at the same time - wide eyes, pretty smile, doing filthy things to him.

Out of nowhere, his balls tensed and his body shook. As Laura slide her lips up his cock and let him feel the tip of his shaft touch the back of her throat, he felt his cock twitch and erupt - thick, string wads of cum pumping out of him, coaxed painfully out of him by her expert touch.

It was almost painful - he was already sore, but he just couldn't stop himself.

His body was trembling as she slid her lips off him.

'Fuck, that was incredible!' he stammered. She smiled and whispered 'sometimes I can cum just from a guy cumming in my mouth.... it turns me on so much'

John was dimly aware that she'd swallowed his load without even batting an eyelid, but was distracted as she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

He could feel how wet she was. As straddled her hips, he could feel his cum sliding out of her and pooling on him. God, what a wonderful slut, he thought.

'Man, I think I'm gonna need a few minutes before I'm ready again... that last orgasm almost hurt, y'know!' he grinned.

'Men, they think they're so tough, but they can't handle a horny chick', she smirked. 'I'm ready to fuck again, but I've gotta wait for you?! Maybe I should go get my vibrator... or a dildo, if your cock can't handle me?'

'I would *love* to see that!' John replied.

Laura climbed off him and padded barefoot into the front room to get her toy box. She prefered to masturbate on the couch rather than in bed - more comfy. As she walked away, John stole a quick look at his phone. 'Good, they're here' he thought to himself.

'Shit!!! What the fuck.... how the fuck?!!' he her Laura scream and come running back into the bedroom, covering herself with her hands.

'John, there's a bunch of fucking guys in my living room - just fucking sitting there! - how the fuck did they get in without us knowing? How long have they been there?! Go out there and get rid of them? What do they want?'

She dived onto the bed and covered herself with the sheets.

John smirked.

'They're here to fuck you' he grinned. 'A dirty slut like you needs to be passed around - I decided to invite 'em over so we can all have a little fun. Made sure the door was left open. They've been waiting till you emptied me, so they can have their turn.

Laura stared at him, open mouthed.

'What the FUCK?! Get the fuck out of here and take them with you!' she screamed at him, picking up his clothes and flinging them at him, still covering herself with the sheet. John smirked.

Just 15 minutes ago, she'd spat on his cock and slide it between those same breasts which she was hiding from him now.

'I don't know why you're bothering to cover yourself now. I know for a fact that you've got my cumstains all over you tits. Why so shy now?"

"Get the fuck out of here, you asshole!" she screamed at him.

"Hey John, how's the slut?" A couple of guys walked into the bedroom and grinned at her. They were already naked, cocks hard, glistening wet already. "She ready for us"

"No, she's rediscovering her modesty, instead"

Laura was pressed up in a corner - she'd grabbed a knife from a drawer and was waving it threateningly at them.

'Dumb bitch' grinned the other guy. He reached down and grabbed one end of the sheet Laura was covering herself with and yanked it sharply towards him. It slipped out of her hands, leaving her standing naked in front of them, cowering in the corner of her bedroom.

One of the other guys who she'd discovered in the front room turned to John and growled.

'Enough of this shit, man. I'm horny. Let's get this fucking bitch already!'

"Yeah, I agree" John grinned, and looked round at the group.

"You ready guys....?"

Things that shouldn't turn me on, part....?

2011-05-24T06:26:00.003-07:00

I've lost count. But here's another one.

'Drug dealer's bed'. Look at the ad, which a friend saw on the metro in the UK and shared with me. Now you know I love girls down on their luck, with nowhere to turn and very limited options for supporting themselves. And the progression from 'Homeless' to 'Alleyway' to 'Drug dealer's Bed'. I knew I shouldn't enjoy the imagery, but just the thought of her sucking or fucking for a fix (after he gets her hooked) - well, we've all seen 'Requiem for a Dream'.

Then it got worse. I searched for 'Lucy's Room', like they suggested, and found the site CentrepointRoom. And on it, a couple of stories of girls (guys too, I suppose) that they've helped. This one caught my eye:

...it was pimps and drug dealers who stepped in. One guy made Lucy feel safe. "He seemed so friendly", she recalls, "but then he started hitting me". He forced her to have sex for money and started dealing drugs, like crack.

I think the only phrase hotter than 'drug dealer's bed' is 'forced her to have sex for money'.

She's cute now, but I'm sure she looked even hotter naked, perhaps streaked with dirt, on her back with her legs open, in a squalid room on a thin mattress, eyes glazed over, trying to block out the sensation of your cock forcing its way inside her, and the rough touch of your hands on her once-virgin body....

You guys check out the site and make a donation. I'm gonna have a cold shower, then go straight to hell...

Centrepoint Room

Dark, Disturbing Rape (pt. 2)

2011-04-27T13:34:00.000-07:00

She was crashing through bushes and branches, crying hysterically. Tears streaming down her face, branches and twigs slashed and sniped at her naked body. She had to get away, knew she was running for her life, but at the back of her mind, knew she would be caught again.

She caught sight of a pink shirt hung from a branch, and screamed again. She didn't even know where she was running, how fast she was going, but she knew that if she stopped, that was it. Her foot twisted underneath her, and she came crashing down, tumbling over and again, before landing awkwardly underneath a bush.

She looked up and saw a single women's shoe - a black heel - lying on the ground ahead of her. And a red bra caught on a twig just ahead of that.

How many others? she thought to herself. She was openly weeping now, body heaving with each sob. She tried to get to her feet, but her ankle wouldn't take the weight. So she knelt on the ground, took her head in her hands and cried. She hadn't even moved when John found her a few minutes later. He dragged her to her feet, and threw her over his shoulder, as she begged him to spare her.

'Please, .... please! don't! I'll do anything... you can make me your sex slave, I'll fuck you whenever you want... you can do anything you want to me.... please, for the love of god, don't do it!'

John didn't say a word as he carried her back to the clearing. He was beside himself with lust. This was going better than he'd imagined... he couldn't contain himself, but he had to - he knew it would be worth it in the end...

As he tied her to the tree, still naked, scratched and dishevelled, she was still sobbing herself hysterically. He doubted she even was even aware of what was going on. She could barely stand, was hanging from her wrists, wailing and whimpering.

John picked up the shovel.

There were already three crosses in the ground, next to where he was digging. Each cross was at the head of a raised mound of earth, about 6 ft long. John continued digging, trying not to smile to himself as she wailed and sobbed.

'No-one's gonna hear you, you know' he said. 'We're out in the middle of fucking nowhere. You should be thankful i"m at least doing this, and not leaving you in a ditch somewhere.

She begain wailing even louder. His cock stiffened in response. He was almost worried at himself now, but way past caring. He'd picked up a hot girl, dragged her out to his cabin in the woods, raped her repeatedly until she was too weak to even stand up, and he was getting his real thrill by making her watch him dig her grave?

He felt like a monster, but he also couldn't argue with the bolt of sexual energy that hit him with that thought. He almost came right there - in fact he thought he did, but his cock was just as hard and just as ready once the waves of pleasure subsided.

He put the shovel down and walked back over to her. she had stopped crying now, and her eyes were closed, quietly murmurring to herself. she opened her eyes as sensed him standing in front of her.

she didn't say anything, but looked at him with wide, tearful, but empty eyes as she slowly untied her from the tree, pulled a gun from his pants and led her to the shallow, freshly dug grave. She looked at him, again, silently weeping.

'Please' she whispered.

He motioned with the gun. 'On your back, and spread your legs. I want you one last time'.

Her face crumpled, but she obeyed without saying a word. She gingerly stepped down, then sat down in the dirt. Laying down in the dirt, she looked up at the clear blue sky and closed her eyes. Moments later, she felt him gently pull her legs open, felt her breath against his cheek, and his hand on her breast, and his cock sliding against her hips.

She opened her eyes again, and looked up at the sky, watching the clouds lazily slide by, the birds wheel overhead, as he felt the head of his cock spread her pussy lips, and gently slide down inside her. Now, her last time, she thought, he decides to be gentle, almost tender?

She stared up at the sky and let him take his pleasure from her. He was gently stroking her, breathing hard, but not heavily, plunging his cock into her and slowly pulling out - savoring his last time with her? She could feel the cold metal of his gun against her hips, digging into her side.

She couldn't even feel him violating her any more. He'd fucked her so many times at the this point she didn't even notice. So she looked up at the clouds and relaxed, wondering what it would be like. Would she feel anything? How would he do it? She'd long ago come to the realization that she would never go home again, every morning might be her last.

So at this point all she was hoping that he wouldn't make her suffer. But she knew he would enjoy it. She just knew. She'd always had a terrible fear of drowning, or choking, and she could easily imagine him drowning her in the bathtub while he slowly slid his cock in and out of her, savoring her writhing and thrashing about as she fought in vain for air. Oh god...anything but that.

He entire body tensed in fear, she gasped for breath, imagining with horror what it might feel like to gasp for breath and have nothing there. Her body tensed again, and she felt his breath on her neck, felt his body tremble as he emptied her balls deep inside her.

She was dimly aware that her fear at the possibility of drowned was probably the trigger for his orgasm - tensing her body and milking the cum of him as her pussy gripped him in fear - but before she could dwell on it further he spoke again.

'On your knees!'

She didn't move. She dragged her roughly off her back and pulled her to her knees.

She knelt in the grave, feeling his cum sliding out of her. She squinted up at him - the sun was in her eyes. Birds chirped. A wind rustled through the trees, giving her the tiniest of goosebumps and stiffening her nipples.

'You want a moment to say your prayers, sweetheart?' John smirked as he flourished the gun.

'I've been saying my prayers every morning when I wake up. I'm ready to die. Just do it, you bastard, and may God have mercy on your soul'

It didn't surprise her one bit to watch his cock stiffen quickly she said that. He was actually getting sexual pleasure out of the thought of killing her!

John couldn't contain himself any longer. This was it. Naked. Physical broken. Mentally exhausted. And now, spiritually broken. She was already resigned to death. Oh god why did this turn him on so much, and what did it mean for his future sex life?

He couldn't go through this all again, but he knew he even rape wasn't gonna be enough for him any more. He thought he'd knew how to break his victims. He was wrong - there was so much more he'd been missing out on!

He crouched down in front of her. He put his lips to her ears and began to whisper. Even though they were miles in the wilderness, he always felt a whisper was more menacing than a loud voice.

'So, it's up to you know. Either we'll do it quick, or I'll draw it out. Make you beg for me to end it. Choke you with electrical cord. Or hold you under in the bath - with my cock buried inside you - and watch the look on your face until the light fades from your eyes. And every night from then on, I'll see your face in my dreams and feel myself cum inside you as you fight for air...'

She turned pale. He could see the blood run from her face. His cock throbbed for release, as she slumped down kneeling down on her heels, unable to comprehend the sheer scale of his depravity. She looked broken, defeated, shattered.

John continued, beside himself with lust.

'Or, you can give one small little blowjob, and I'll make it quick and clean for you right here. Your choice. And if it helps, you should know that I really do wanna take my time with you, but if you suck me off instead, I'll show you a little mercy....'

He stood up again and presented his cock to her. She knelt up again, and slowly took his cock in her mouth, wrists still bound and wrapped her lips around him.

John knew he wouldn't last long. This was the orgasm he's been waiting for. He didn't even remember much about the blowjob itself - it wasn't anything special, but the context. The best blowjob he'd ever had.

Her eyes were filled with tears once more, as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. He wondered if she could taste herself on him and what she thought.

As she clumsily tried to flick the underside of his shaft with her tongue, sliding it from side to side, he couldn't take any more. His entire body shuddered and he emptied another full load of cum into her mouth, even as she felt his cum from her pussy reaching the inside of her knees, leaving wet streak marks along her thighs.
As his orgasm faded, he pointed the gun at her forehead, a few inches from her nose. He waited for her to look him in the eyes, then smiled.

Click.

A small blue flame lept from the gun and flickered, before burning steadily. If he'd given her the traditional last cigarette, it would have lit the tip. Damn. He'll have to try that trick next time. These lighters sure were realistic!

He held down the trigger long enough for her to get the message, then let it go. He smirked again.

'Come on, babe, let's go. Get dressed and I'll take you home'

She didn't remember much after that. She had a vague recollection of slumping over in the grave, bawling. He walked inside, and let her to her own devices for a while, but came outside and had to drag her to her feet. He untied her and led her inside. She wasn't quite done yet - he fucked her a few more times before helping her dress herself. She was in a daze, didn't remember the ride back or anything.

It didn't really matter what happened now, anyway. Work, friends family, she just felt like she was going through the motions. It may not have been a real gun, but she was still dead, at least on the inside. Physically she may have got up again, but mentally she was still there. Lying in a shallow grave, his cum sliding out of every hole, staring up at the sky with blank eyes...

Good to hear from you...

2011-04-24T08:36:00.000-07:00

Glad to know you're ok. To answer your question, 'Yes'. I threw it all away, by the way. Cleaned everything out.

Should I be concerned? Anyone gonna come after me? :) Again, let me know if you can. In the meantime, check out these screencaps from a great rape video I found. Something about 70s rape scenes - just the way the girls scream gets me hard. Just watching this one, tears streaming from her eyes with guys holding her down as they each take their time with her - it gets me hard thinking about doing the same thing with you.

Except you wouldn't be screaming. You'd be dripping wet and moaning for me - and all the other guys - to fuck you harder. Treating like a ride at an amusement park - guys jumping on and off you, fighting each other for the next turn at you - I love it.

Don't lie, you know you do too. The video is here:

You can download it here: Rape Scene - Defiance - Jean Jennings

You can't just leave without saying goodbye....

2011-04-17T16:19:00.000-07:00

Amy - drop me an email or comment on this blog to let me know you're ok. You can do it anonymously if you need to.

I can see comments even if I don't publish them for others to read..

Sorry you had to leave in such a rush.

I know you're still reading my blog...

The Best Blowjob EVER (pt. 1)

2011-03-31T09:31:00.000-07:00

She didn't think it would ever happen to her. in fact, her building stated that security guards would escort women to their cars if they wanted.

But no, she'd be fine, she thought. she knew what she was doing. But before she even saw him coming, she'd been hit over the back of the head and bundled into the trunk of a car.

She didn't know how long he drove for. It seemed like ages. That bastard had even snapped off the interior trunk release so she couldn't get out - she would have quite happily jumped out, even at high speed, but it wasn't an option.

The sky was dark when the trunk was finally opened again - she must have dozed off, or passed out.

He grabbed her throat, slapped her hard across the face and dragged her inside. She tried to get away but he had one hand on her throat and the other gripping her hair tightly, so even struggling was painful for her - she still tried, but to no avail. Once he got her inside, he punched her hard in the stomach, winding her, and dropping her to her knees. While she was still recovering, he quickly slipped on a pair of cuffs on her, binding her hands tight behind her back.

The rape itself wasn't a problem. If he had stopped there, she would have been fine. Well, not fine, she thought, but at least she could have talked about it. Dealt with it. There were support groups, counsellors, therapists. And he certainly didn't go easy on her. Hours at a time. He must have been on drugs. She would lie there, on a thin mattress on the floor, while he pounded her pussy furiously - harder than anyone had before.

She couldn't remember much about that part - just flashes of his face, feeling him inside her, oh god, feeling his cum sliding out of her asshole as he was fucking her pussy. She could taste him at the back of her throat, even though she didn't remember having to suck him.

But she knew that at least once she had passed out and he hadn't seemed to stop - she came too still feeling his cock tearing her up inside.

It went on till the sun came up. He had to have been on something. He didn't stop. He fucked her pussy until his balls went dry - taking longer and longer to cum each time, and fucking her harder and harder. She felt like he was getting mad at himself for not being able to cum, and was taking out that anger on her. Then he would take out a dildo and hurt her with it.

She couldn't even call it 'fucking' since there was no sexual aspect to it - at least not to her. He was just ramming as hard as possible inside her pussy, and getting off at hearing her scream. She remembered him saying how a woman writing in agony looked like a woman writhing in orgasm, and it turned him on. So he violated her pussy and stroked his cock as she gritted her teeth and arched her back in pain, before slumping back, panting on the mattress.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard him put the dildo down, and felt his cock stretching out her asshole. Seconds later, she was full of his cum.

The abuse she took was nothing compared to the realiation of how much he actually enjoyed inflicting it on her. As he smirked down at her, she saw cold lust in his eyes, no softness, no compassion. her blood ran cold - she knew he was capable of anything, and would enjoy it too.

As the sun came up, he climbed off her. She was slumped in over, barely concious, covered in sweat, tears,and cum. She'd stopped crying long ago. He left the room and returned immediately with some water. he set down the glass before rolling her over on her tummy and cutting her bonds.

'Don't go anywhere, i'll be back later', he said.

She could barely sit up, let alone stand. He'd fucked her brutally for hours, and she'd been fighting him physically and mentally the entire time. Even though she was tied up, every muscle in her body was tensed, she'd screamed herself hoarse already. She was exhausted - nothing left to give, and he knew it. She had hardly moved in the last hour , or said a word, barely even winced as that sick bastard had driven his cock into her burning asshole again and again.

She could still feel his cum sliding out of her holes, and tasted him on her lips, as she drifted off to a filful sleep, from pure exhaustion.

She awoke some time later - she didn't know how long - to find herself covered in a blanket, and a pillow under her head. But little touches of humanity among such brutal aggression, and impassive sexual rage only scared her more. The house was quiet, the floors and walls bare. she found his sitting at a table, calmly reading the paper, like nothing was wrong.

'Please.. please for the love of god, just let me go!' she pleaded, sobbing. 'You've taken everything I have.... just let me go! You can have money, or whatever you want... you must surely be bored of me now - what more is there to do with me?'

John looked up at her, his cock rapidly swelling. He'd had so much fun with her last night - fucked her raw until there was nothing left of her to fight back. He'd always known he had a slight problem, but last night made it worse. just seeing her lying there under him, barely responding to his thrusts, only whimpering softly as she felt him empty himself inside her - it drove him crazy. like nothing he'd ever experienced - and he'd expereienced a LOT.

He didn't even realize she'd passed out - and when he noticed, had no idea how long she'd been blacked out for. And it only drove him to fuck her harder, just keeping trying to get deeper and deeper, till she came to. and when she finally stirred again and opened her eyes, he blew his load again so hard that he almost passed out.

He'd planned this for a while. Got it set up, got the props ready, prepared everything outside (the digging took a while, but just imagining her reaction got him rock hard while he was doing it), scattered tattering and torn women's clothing around the area. Even a few pairs of shoes. He smirked as he took her by the hand and led her outside, out the back down, and down a gentle slope, to a shaded area underneath a tree.

John still remembered her scream. It kept him warm at night for years after. Pure, animal terror. She'd been screaming all night, but that was pain. This was fright. She snatched her hand back and took off, running into the woods.

He smiled to himself and followed her at a distance, still smirking. His cock was raging hard now, he could barely think straight. He couldn't bear it any longer, just wanted to run her down and empty herself inside her again, but part of the thrill was the chase. Driving her over the edge, before snatching her back. God, this was foreplay for him, he realized. but he didn't care...

Nicole Pitiger

2011-03-25T12:29:00.000-07:00

If you've not already heard about it, this is why I love the preponderance of mobile phones with cameras. An IU student got drunk and decided to fuck in the bathroom of a college bar. On the floor. Naked, in puddles of urine.

See below for the obligatory bio shot from the IU website. Notice the snarky comment at the bottom. Now, whenever you type in 'Nicole Pitiger' into Google, you get 'floor' and 'bar video' as suggestions.

If you know me, and what I like you'll know this is just my sort of thing. Oh I wish there were girls like this when I was in college!

Or more accurately, the sluts that were around when I was at college actually wanted to fuck me. Or at least, got drunk enough that they didn't care. Or realize.

I'm not proud.

The video is here: Nicole Pitiger - Class Act

In the NYC area? Wanna get laid?

2011-03-12T12:18:00.000-08:00

Let me introduce to a friend of mine, Laura. If you're in the New York City area, and like to fuck rough and dirty, she would love to get to know you.

She loves big black guys (who doesn't, ladies?!), long walks on the beach, and getting every hole pounded by as many cocks as possible. If you have friends you can bring with you, even better.

I would say that you could rape her, too but 'rape' implies a lack of consent, and I haven't found anything that doesn't seem to get her wet and make her beg for more...

I would fuck her myself, but I'm nowhere close to NYC and frankly, my dick isn't big enough. But, if you are looking for a girl that you can tie down, gangfuck, humiliate, degrade, use, abuse, pimp, tie up (not the same as tie down), drown in cum, and pass around, let me know. She'll show her appreciation by cumming all over you - and herself.

So, if your idea of a fun night in is a naked girl on her knees, with her wrists tied behind her, fighting her gag reflex as you shove your cock down her throat till she's slumped over in a puddle of your cum, her cum and pussy juice, drop me a line, or comment on the blog. She's a reader and has been patiently waiting for me post this...

Also, check this (which she had me post for her):

She should have hated him for it...(pt 2)

2011-03-04T14:04:00.001-08:00

'God, you're such a fucking asshole! You had to make a scene, didn't you? you've already dressed me up a like whore, now you have to tell everyone?!'

'You are a whore' john replied, smiling. 'I fucked you, I gave you money, you took it'. That's what a whore is. You were just lucky in that you enjoyed it. No charge for that. And your wet not. I can smell your pussy from here.

John walked her into a corner and pushed her gently up against the wall, pinned her hips into the wall with his, and gently stroked her hair. To anyone walking past, it might look a tender moment between lovers. What they couldn't see was John's other hand slide up between her thighs and his fingers roughly force their way inside her. Her body tensed and she gripped his shoulder. He growled softly to her.

'You're walking around dressed like a trashy slut, you still have my cum inside you and I can smell my cock on your breath. Even though you act like you don't want it, I know you do, and you do too. So don't act like you don't enjoy every second when I can feel your pussy juice running down my wrist right now....'

She gripped his shoulder more tightly, watching shoppers walking past, seeing a couple of guys look her up and down, feeling Johns fingers twist inside her pussy as he rubbed a thumb on her clit. Her thighs were slick with pussy juice. she tried to struggle against him, but he was too strong.

As she exhausted herself against him, tried hard to push him away, she felt herself getting wetter - his strength and iron grip against her weakness made her feel helpless, vulnerable - he could do whatever he wanted. It turned her on so much, despite scaring her too - perhaps because it scared her.

"If you're not careful, i'll bend you over that bench, hike up that slut skirt of yours and fuck you while everyone watches and stares.'

That was it. As she imagined herself getting fucked, used like a sex toy in front of a gawping crowd, she felt her cheeks flush red, and found herself cumming before she could stop herself. Trembling, shaking, whimpering, biting her lip to stop herself screaming, she felt wetness flowing down between her legs. looking over his shoulder at people streaming past.

Occasionally catching someone's eye. She noticed a guy across from them was walking her with a hand in his pocket, and she almost came again at that thought he might have been jerking off. As her orgasm faded, the tension ebbed out of her body and she slumped on John's shoulder. He slid his fingers out of her, and offered the back of his hand for her to lick as he sucked her cum off his fingers.

Their eyes met as they both licked her cum off his fingers, and she felt a twinge of shame in her chest, but also a throbbing of lust between her legs.

She couldn't fight it any more. He could humiliate her in public, taunt her for getting upset, and then make her cum in front of an audience despite herself. Why keep trying - she may as well accept it..

That's what she told herself when he took her to a dive bar on the edge of town and finger-fucked her under the table. That was particularly embarrassing because right as she was telling him to please stop she could feel herself cumming. So all she ended up saying was 'no.. please don't... don't no don't... stop I'm cumming ughhhhmmmm'.

That's what she told herself when he made her knees down next to the urinals in the men's bathroom. After a few minutes a crowd gathered round, just three or four guys. She didn't take her eyes off John as she sucked and slurped. she could hear them talking about her, cheering, particularly when she reached up to stroke his balls.

"Wish i had me one of those!".. "Damn that girl is a slut.. you lucky bastard".. "Bet she fucks like a champ..." "Man, look that tight butt... bet she likes it up the asshole, doesn't she?" talking about her, like she wasn't there. a pice of meat. A possession - a sex toy.

Kneeling on a tiled floor, sucking his cock, avoiding the gaze of the growing crowd, she felt dirty, used, degraded. But god she was turned on. she didn't care what it meant or how bad it made her look, she just knew loved playing the slut and she needed to fucked. Hard. Right now.

She pulled cock out of her motuh, stood up, turned round and stared straight at him.

'Take me home and fuck me till i can't walk. Right NOW'

The bathroom erupted in cheers and hoots.

"Yes Ma'am!' smirked John.
That's how she ended up back at the hotel. she sucked him off the entire ride home - he blew twice and almost crashed the car the second time, but was hard again by the time they got back to the hotel room. as soon as the door slammed beind them, he shoved her up against the wall by throat with one hand and ripped her thin mesh top off with the other.

Literally tore if off her and threw it to the floor. her pussy flooded again, just feeling his strength against her, and seeing how turned on he was. still gripping her neck, he ripped her skirt off and threw it to one side, then practically dragged her to the bathroom.

He had already handcuffed her wrists to the showerhead earlier that day, and the cuffs were stilling dangling there. He quickly locked her wrists to the showerhead and kicked away her legs so that she collapsed agains the wall, hanging from her wrists.

'What the fuck was that for, asshole?! That fucking hurt!"

"It's all you deserve, you dumb slut. And don't pretend you didn't enjoy it..."

John picked up her knees and lifted her ankles to his shoulders. His cock was aching for her pussy.. he couldn't wait. He plowed his cock as deep inside her as he could get,, listening to a satisfied, relieved moan of pleasure as hours of cock lust were finaly quenched.

'Oh goddddd yes... fuck me like a prostitute....use my body and make me hate you' she whimpered.'...Tear my pussy in half!'

John was trying to do just that. he was beside himself with lust - he had blown his load a few times already but his cok just wouldn't stay soft. She was a total cock whore - would do anything, say anything, fuck anything, anywhere, and cum buckets while doing it.

"Fuck me so hard I scream your name even when i'm fucking someone else"

That did it. John ground his his hips into hers and slammed her back into the bathroom stall that she couldn't breathe for a second - he knocked the wind right out of her. He closed his eyes and felt his entire body tense as her pussy drained his balls once more.

He opened his eyes, body still trembling, to find her looking up at him angrily. her ankles were still up over his shoulders, her wrists hanging from the shower heade,his cum oozing out of her pussy and dripping dwonw the shower stall...

'What the fuck.. you're done already?! Fuck, you a two-pump chump or what?!'

Before he could even stop himself, John had slapped her hard across the face.
If he had time to think about it, he would have stopped himself, but her attitude just struck a nerve with him. they both stared at each other in silence for a moment, shocked.

John remembered thinking, in that moment, he understood why some guys hit women. the look on her face make his cock twitch and almost cum again. It a mix of shock, lust, anger, fear and vulnerability.

It was like he'd made a point of showing that he was stronger than her, and she has responded in a positive way. The 'fuck me' look in her eyes was stronger than ever - even stronger than when she was on her knees in an urine-scented mens room with his cock in her mouth.

Seems like got off on being hit. John didn't let himself dwell on that - he didn't wanna think where it would end if he enjoyed hitting her and she enjoyed being hit.

"You fucking asshole. I hate you. You're a jerk.'

He couldn't help it. He barely remembered the next few minutes. John vaguely remembered slapping her a couple times again. He couldn't remember if she cried, but once he came to his senses, she was bent over the bathroom counter and his cock was buried in her pussy. Her hair was wrapped round his fist and she was she was looking up at him in the mirror.

'Please god, stop!! You're hurting me... please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!'

John's teeth were clenched - he was hammering his cock into her hips and pinning her down.

"You little bitch. You fucking whore!'

John knew he was almost out of control, but he couldn't stop himself. He didn't even remember her squealing, nor see the tears in her eyes as he fucked her. He pulled her hair back and slapped her across the side of the face again.

All he felt was her pussy flooding each time he hurt her. He didn't know long her fucked her for, but when he was done she was cowering on the floor of the bathroom, with her arms across her chest, looking at him with fear in her eyes. She was covered in his sweat, and he could see his cum sliding out of her pussy and pooling on the floor. She was shivering. Scared. Feeling weak and vulnerable. And he was more turned on that ever.

'Get on your hands and knees and stick your ass in the air' he smirked.

'Please.... don't', she whimpered.

'Don't fucking make me.' he growled.

Tears running down her cheeks, she gingerly rolled over, spread her legs and got into a doggy-style position. Her pussy was glistening wet, but he could hear her sniffling and whimpering.

John felt his cock swell and start to stiffen again. This was gonna be a fun night....

Teenage homeless junkie - what's not to love?

2011-02-28T10:02:00.000-08:00

[Editor's Note: We have no way of telling whether the following actually occurred or not, or if it was just another of John's asphyxiation-induced masturbation fantasies. It sounds pretty hot though...]

So, I had just left a strip club and was feeling unsatisfied. I'd managed to get out before handing over my life savings in the hope of a discrete handjob that was never going to arrive. So I was walking down the street, in a slightly seedy part of town, horny and frustrated, and slightly pissed off.

I saw a girl walking by herself, pulling a small rolling suitcase behind her. Heading home from a trip, perhaps? I decided to have some fun. I slowly caught up with her and walked beside her for a few steps.

'Hey'

She looked at me for a second.

'You wanna make some extra money?'

She shook her head and continued looking straight ahead.

'You sure?'

She nodded.

I stopped and turned the other way.

I tooked a few steps in the other direction, but changed my mind. I turned round and looked back at her. Young girl, walking by herself late at night. Isn't that how all good rapes start? I decided to follow her, perhaps walk next to her and chat. Who knows what might happen if she turned off the lighted streets and into a dark alley? I certainly couldn't be held responsibile for what I might do to a girl in that situation.

I caught up with her and started talking, keeping pace as she was walking.

'So what are you up to tonight?' I asked.

'Looking for my boyfriend'

'Where is he?'

'I dunno, he ran off and left me', she replied.

'You heading home?' I asked.

'Yeah... I actually don't have a place to stay right now.'

'You homeless?'

'Yeah.'

I know my cock shouldn't have stiffened on hearing that, but it did. We continued walking. She was pulling the suitcase behind her. It made sense now. She was wearing jeans, a winter jacket, wedge heels. Slightly dishelleved, slightly dirty - like she hadn't showered in days. Which would also make sense.

I could have dragged her into a corner and raped her, and no-one would have cared. But I suspect that she probably wouldn't have cared much either. Bears shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic, homeless girls get raped. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge?

I decided against it.

'You want a hand with that suitcase?'

'No, I'm ok, thanks'

We continued walking in silence.

A few moments passed.

In a lower voice, she said 'How much money are we talking about?'

'Well, what are you willing to do?' I responded with a smile.

'Whatever you want.'

My cock stiffened. 'Well, i've only got $30 on me right now. You can suck me off for that.'

'Sure.'

We continued walking.

'Where you wanna do it?' she asked.

'You probably know this area better than me... where do you suggest?'

'There's some bathrooms a couple of blocks from here. That'll give us some privacy.'

We continued walking and talking. Apparently she'd been homeless for a few months, panhandling. Got thrown out of her apartment with her boyfriend. She'd do everything he told her, she said. I wondered what she meant by that...

'Did he make you fuck other guys?'

'No, drugs.'

'Are you still using right now?'

'Yeah, heroin.'

'Oh right'.

'What's your name, by the way? How old are you?'

'Ally. I'm 23' she said.

'Cool. I'm Mark', I replied. I didn't think 'Ally' was her real name either. She looked like she was in her early 20s though. My cock was rock hard. Who hasn't fantasized about getting sexual services off a homeless teenage junkie?

'Have you done this before?' I asked.

'Sometimes.'

We reached the public bathroom and she forced the door open. We slipped inside, and she closed the door behind us, jamming it with a small knife from her bag. Clearly, she knew what she was doing.

I pulled $30 from my wallet. 'See, I have the money here.'

'I'm going to need the money before I do anything.'

'Fair enough.' I handed it over and made sure I was standing between her and the door.

'Get on your knees.'

As she knelt in front of me, and starte to undo her top, I reached down and pulled her tits out of her bra, roughly squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

I unzipped and pulled out my cock, rock hard, swollen, dripping pre-cum.

'You know, if you have an condom, we can fuck', she whispered.

'Nah, this is good for me'.

I didn't say it out loud, but there was no way in hell I was gonna put my cock in any of her holes. As much as homeless teenage junkies get me hard, I also like being STD-free. She opened her mouth and made to start sucking me off but I pulled my cock away. She was on her knees in front of me as I stroked myself.

'Spit in my hand'

I used her spit to lube up my cock. I stroked my cock in her face, let her stroke me off a little, and continuing squeezing full tits as I came closer to orgasm.

I didn't last long. $30 to blow my load over a homeless girl - in heels - on her knees in a public bathroom with the door jammed shut? Who would have let me fuck her doggy-style, on her hands and knees on the urine soaked floor? What is this, my birthday?

She cleaned herself up and I put my cock away.

'So, what are you gonna do now?' I asked.

'Well, I can get a room with a friend now' she said 'It's $10 a night at this one place'

So, I helped her get a room for the night.

Trophy wives, 'escorts', strippers, homeless girls. It's all the same thing. Earn your keep with your body. The American (woman's) Dream.

By the way, I was hard again before I got home and had to blow my load twice more before I finally calmed down....

Charlie Sheen is my hero...

2011-02-22T08:05:00.001-08:00

Gotta love the man. Partying with strippers & porn stars? All-night drug fueled orgies? What's not to love?

Love this chicks he picks out too. We all know I love trashy, skanky looking women, and Kacey Jordan looks the part right here. Orange skin, bleached blonde hair, she looks dirty and sweaty, and used-up. Like she's perpetually doing the 'walk of shame' the morning after being ridden hard and having every hole stretched

Which of course is just how I like 'em. Porn star heels and a dress on a Sunday morning? Love it. I just hope Charlie wasn't too coked-up to be able to take advantage of her!

Compare this other photo, from 'Good Morning America'. Notice how they tried to classy her up a little? (Not that it made much difference...)

Notice also, as usual, how TV & newspapers cover this story with outrage and thinly-veiled disdain, yet use ample photos & interviews of the 'adult stars' in question to illustrate their stories? (Ignoring the suggesting hand gestures in the screen cap from the interview.)

Gotta love the hypocrisy!

(Charlie - better get yourself tested...)

She should have hated him for it...(pt 1)

2011-02-10T15:33:00.001-08:00

By rights, she should have hated it, hated him, and hated herself. But she let him keep going, cos each time he made her cum - even when she didn't want him to - she just had to think back to the things he had made her do, and the feeling of shame and humiliation made kicked off of another orgasm. usually stronger and messier than the first one. Every time she would tell him to stop, or beg him not to make her do something, he would make her cum - hard - and then smirk at her. At this point, he had made a fool of her so many times that even she wouldn't listen to her if she begged him to stop...

It had started innocently enough - she met him in his hotel room after months of flirting and teasing - to fuck. He knew just what do do, though admittedly she was already dripping wet walking in the door. He'd made her cum half- a dozen times before even taking her panties off, gently sucking on her nipples and stroking her breasts while she straddled him and ground her swollen clit into him, the soft cotton of her panties getting wetter and wetter each time she came. Once, she caught his eye just as she started to cum, and a thrill ran down her spine as she watched him watching her cum. She could feel how stiff and swollen his cock was, but he wouldn't let her have it, even though he could tell he was aching to fuck her. That bastard.

First, he made her change into a tight, short skirt and put on a pair of heels he'd bought for her. After making her twirl and pose a few times, he directed her to her knees in front of him, where she was required to suck his cock. As she sucked and licked him, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, like she'd seen in the porn she'd found on her brother's computer, she could feel him getting stiffer under her touch. Feeling him respond to her like that only got him harder - she was getting wetter herself. she heard him flick on the TV and skip over a few channels to the adult section. pretty soon, she heard some moaning and groaning coming from the TV - he was watching porn!

She fumed. why was he watching some cheap skank fake an orgasm on TV when she was right here? She felt cheap and worthless. she thought about stopping, but decided instead to show him what he was missing. She began to lick the underside of his shaft, flicking her tongue over the ridges of his head, while sliding her lips further down his cock until she allmost gagged. she was rewarded with a grunt and a sigh.

'Ahh.. shhhhit', he moaned 'Just like that, yeah'. Hearing him so turned on only got her wetter - her pussy was dripping - she could feel the wet stickiness between her thighs. she couldn't remember how many times he'd made her cum. She felt his hands on the back of her head, as he started to gently slide his cock in and out of her mouth.

Holding her down as he fucked her face. She struggled to get away, but he was too strong - she gagged twice and chocked on his cock, struggling to breathe. She heard him grunt once more and felt his entire body shudder, even his hand on the back of her head clench and grip his hair, and her mouth was filled with his hot sticky cum.

Half was in her mouth, half went up the back of her throat. All she could smell and taste was his load. She had wanted to suck him clean as he slid out of her mouth, but all she could do was cough and splutter, clearing his load from her airway.

He sat back, cock limp, but already stiffening again. Watching her. she was covered in his cum,face, chin and tits. strings of cum hanging from her lips. She was slumped on the floor, covered in his cum, sitting in a pool of her own, pussy throbbing and clit aching for relief. She didn't know why, but she was desperate for his cock. Perhaps it was just feeling how much she'd made him cum, or some jealous reaction to some unknown porn star, or something more base than that, she didn't know. He'd told her he'd fucked a few prostitutes in his time, and she wondered whether he'd done the same to them.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. she wondered what it was like to be fucked like a whore, to sell her pussy to anyone that wanted it, to let anyone do anything to her, as long as they were paying. She could immediately feel her pussy flood - she knew that something must be wrong with her to get off on those thoughts, but she would worry about it later.

She rolled onto her back, spread her legs - still wearing those heels - and looked straight at him.

'Fuck me now. Fuck me like a Craiglist hooker. I'll do anything you say - I need to make rent!'

She didn't remember much over the next few minutes. A flash of pain as he entered her - it felt like he was tearing her open with his cock. She remembered feeling him deep inside her - deeper than she'd ever dared put anything inside her. Beyond that, it was jumble of images and sounds, and smells.

She felt like she was trying to stand up to a tidal wave of dirty lust - aggressive thrusting, pinching and tweaking, roughly pushing and grabbing her, pounding her pussy all the while. she remembered feeling his sweat drip off his forehead onto her face, heard a girl screaming and whimpering - it must have been her, though she didn't remember screaming herself.

She lost count of how many orgasms she had - she thinks she may have passed out during one of them. She felt herself gripping him - holding on him for dear life, her nails in his back as he hammered her pussy with his cock. She could feel his cum running down her asscrack each time he pulled back, and each time his hips thrust into hers, she wince with pleasure as he ground the base of his into her throbbing, glistening, clit.

She didn't know how long he fucked her for. The next cohesive memory she had was lying back on the bed, covered in his cum and sweat, trembling in pleasure still, feeling her cum ooze out of her pussy. She felt like he'd unleashed his lust and rage onto her. she vaguely remembered him calling her a whore, a prostitute, and hearing the growling tone in his voice - the disdain, the scorn, for being such as slut, even as he emptied his balls into her pussy. Hearing him call her a prostitute was what triggered her orgasm. she didn't even want to think what that meant.

She snapped out of her daze to see him counting out some money. Oh no, she thought. He wouldn't...

'Here you go, babe. $100 for the fuck and a $30 tip for being such a good fuck. Now get dressed, i'm taking you to the mall'

'Uhhhhh.. I'm not taking that. I'm not a whore!'

'Look, you can either be a slut or a whore. No-one forced you to come here. and you can't deny you enjoyed that. I've never seen a girl cum so hard. So stop being so dumb and take your goddamn money! we need to get your some new clothes, and I'm not buying them for you!'

Her face burned red as she took the money from him. she hated him, and didn't even know what she was still doing there, but her pussy was flooded again and she was so horny she needed to be fucked again.

He didn't let her shower. In fact he made her put on a mesh top that didn't leave anything to the imagination. She wasn't naked, but she wasn't hiding anything else either. The skirt barely covered her ass as well - it was tight and stretchy.

They walked out of the hotel looby together, teetering on her heels, trying to avoid the stares of the girl on the checkout desk. She felt like a whore. worse than they, she felt like they thought she was a whore. John loved it, of course - he did was playing it up. The first stop wasn't so bad - Victoria's Secret. John enjoyed playing dress-up with her - picking out underwear for her to try on, slutty little skirts and stuff. Like they were a couple. except that he loved to play it up. 'What bra size are you?' he called out to her when she was in the changing room. As they were paying, he turned to her as said 'how old did you say you were again?'

The look on the sales assistant face made her want to shrivel up and die. This was after the withering looks she had been shooting her the entire time. One of the salesgirls had already taken her aside and whispered 'you know, everyone can see your boobs, hon'. She has smiled weakly and pretended not to be concerned, but she was mortified. And yet, when she went to change, she found herself so wet that she didn't want to try on the panties lest she'd leave them with a damp spot. God, she hated him, but hated herself more for going along with it...

Happy New Year...!

2011-01-11T00:16:00.000-08:00

So, I was out last week at a bar, when a hot girl caught my eye. Tall, long blonde hair, tight body. Wearing 6 inch heels and a mini skirt that just about covered her butt. Looked totally fuckable, but she knew it. I caught her eye for a second, then she looked away. She had that haughty look about her - that "I'm hot & I know it" look. "I know you wanna fuck me, so does every other guy in here"

Of course, she was right, I wanted to pound her pussy into next week.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't imagining a night of hot, sweaty sex. I wanted to rape. her. I imagined pushing her up against a wall and rubbing two fingers, already dripping with spit, roughly up and down against her pussy. I imagined holding her down and letting her struggle - perhaps with a friend holding her arms, me holding her legs. I wanted to make her feel weak and vulnerable - slowly pry her legs open, despite her best efforts to keep them closed.

I wanted to break her. Wipe that arrogant look off her face and replace it with fear. She's always felt her looks and body to be advantage, something to use to help her get what she wants. Now, I want her to be scared of it. I want her to be frightened of what it makes men do to her. I want her to be scared of the effect her looks might have an a man - at any second, she could be attacked again, and she knows that she wouldn't be able to stop them using her body - violating her - until they were bored.

Confined spaces give her panic attacks. She can't use elevators any more. She blames herself - because I told that if she wasn't dressed like such a slut, I wouldn't have picked her and made her live up to the image she was projecting. She tries to dress down, no short skirts and high heels any more, but it doesn't help. She sees men look her up and down, eyeing her body, like a piece of meat, and she feels sick to her stomach. Is uncomfortable being alone with men - noticing her male friends checking her out, and wonders if they just see her as tight hole to cum inside, just like I did.

She hates men for lusting after her, hates herself for leading them on and for being too weak to stop them and hates me for breaking her.

So, this was my train of thought - my daydream, after making eye contact with this blonde hottie at a bar for just a couple of seconds.

I can't tell if I need to get out more, or get out less...

Kathy - the final chapter...

2010-12-23T15:05:00.000-08:00

So I was reminded by 'Kathy' that I hadn't finished her story. My apologies, how rude of me.

I'll do anything to make it up to you..

In the meantime, the rest of you... read on:

Part 1: 'Tonight, on a very special "Rape"'

Part 2: 'Kathy & John'

Part 3 - below....

Finally, it happened. A friend of her brother's, Jimmy, slept overnight. Kathy saw her chance for filling that hollow ache.

Times had gone well for her family, they were finally in a home built with their own hands and Kathy had a nice-sized room. The hall way made a shortened T, so Kathy's brother, Jeff, had a room facing her parents door. It took patience and careful crawling to slip into Jeff's room. As her brother slept on his bed, Jimmy had a sleeping bag on the floor.

"Jimmy?" she whispered "are you awake?" Her hand lightly touching his arm.

He rolls over and sits up, a silhouette against the moon's light shining through the window. "Yeah" he rumbles. His voice was just one of the things she enjoyed about Jimmy. He was the first guy that ever smelled good to her. She had to do the laundry for the guys working in the fields and just the scent of his sweat made her mouth water. "I was feeling restless, so I thought I'd come talk with you."

She crawls closer as he shifts towards her. They talk about silly, unimportant things, but it's just a pretext. Kathy moves in close enough to cuddle and runs her hands up his long legs. When Jimmy doesn't protest she keeps moving until she reaches his zipper. She strokes along the denim, wanting what she can feel but can't see. Her breathing rises with her passion and she feels her pussy moisten. "You better stop that." Jimmy says sternly. Kathy freezes. She feels confused at his rejection. "But why?" she ventures.

"If you keep doing that, something is going to happen." Kathy smirks in the darkness and the humor is clear in her voice as she hisses back "I know you don't think I snuck into my brother's room at 3 in the morning to chitchat with you."

His breath catches in surprise and she rubs harder. His hands reach for her finally, cupping her breasts and kneading her thighs. When a particularly firm stroke makes Jimmy moan, Kathy suggests they return to her room. They both crawl over quickly and Kathy moves to the window to lie down under the moonlight.

She reaches a hand out to Jimmy as she raises her yellow nightgown enough to show her lack of panties. Jimmy wastes no time laying next to her, kissing her lips, feeling her breasts. Kathy tugs at his jeans, frustrated by the tightness.

She finally gets the button undone and runs a hand down his boxers. She grips firmly and strokes him through his underwear. Their breathing is ragged and excited. Jimmy's hand becoming bolder as he reaches lower. Kathy almost has her hips raised off the floor, so eager is she to feel to contact in her most yearning place.

Yet, his hand shys away and Kathy goes on the offensive. "Kathy" he pants, as she crawls down his body to rub her lips along his covered shaft. She grumbles to her self and reaches for the waistband, freeing his passion from it's soft cloth prison. She moans happily when she feels the velveteen hardness of his cock against her lips.

"Kathy, you have to stop or we're going to have sex." She giggles and pulls her gown off over her head. She lays down and spreads her legs and her arms to welcome him to her delights.

Jimmy kneels there stunned a moment, before pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees, puts on a condom and moves atop her. He moves very gently and she writhes in a bit of impatience. Much to her surprise he starts to whisper to her what he intends to do as if they were in a sex ed video.

He rubs the head along her slick pussy lips and says "Now, I'm going to put my penis inside you. It's will be hard and you may feel a little uncomfortable. But you don't have to worry, I will go slowly and give your vagina time to adjust." Kathy stills, bemused for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Jimmy" she says with a bit of heat in her voice "Could you just shut up and fuck me?" She feels his body go rigid from nose to toe before he groans and shoves inside her. Her head throws back in delight, finally! finally! she gets what she has been craving for years. She smiled as he thrusted furiously, riding the pleasure of his hard body plunging against her, into her.

"I may never been a virgin for my husband" she muses to herself, clenching down on Jimmy in lust, wiggling her hips when she hears him moan and pump "but I'll be the best damn lay he's ever had." Jimmy sags against her as he cums.

Kathleen finally chooses to have sex, on her terms, with her partner of her choosing

... and she loves it.

He hadn't planned on it...

2010-12-15T12:51:00.000-08:00

John hadn't planned on it. But when their eyes met, his cock responded immediately. He'd been trying to stay out of the way, just going about his business at the hotel, trying to ignore the sea of pussy in the banquet room - some sorority semi-formal - hundreds of drunk college girls tottering around in heels and short, slutty dresses. But he tried not to shit where he ate - with his access to the hotel and master room keys he could rape a dozen girls a night. But even he could get caught eventually. So he made a rule for himself. No raping at work.

But this girl was different. She had a body that was begging to be fucked, and fucked hard. But it was the look in her eyes that made him hard. When their eyes met, she could see the years of frustration, starting from junior high, probably, when she first realized that humping her pillow in bed felt good, even though she didn't understand why. Frustration that had built and built, even though she didn't want it to. Even as he watched her fend of her dates drunken advances, John could see how much she was aching to be fucked, even though she wouldn't let herself succumb to her deepest desire.

He continued working, serving drinks to the girls and their dates. He kept hoping she would come over to his station, but she was at the other side of the floor. In the end, it was probably for the best - he could get a good look at her, while wouldn't be able to recognise him.

The lights came on and the party wound down. She was sitting with a group of her friends and her date was with his friends. He wasn't going to get any pussy tonight. John could see in her eyes, and her body language how horny she was, even if she didn't realize it. Girls, he thought to himself - life would be so much easier if they knew what they wanted.

At this point in the evening, he knew he could still stop himself if he wanted to... he knew he was taking a big risk, but he didn't care. She'd been shaking her tight ass all over the dance floor, leading her date on with her eyes and hips yet pushing him away with her hands. Even John felt like he'd been cockteased all night!

He managed to slip away from work as the group of girls moved towards the hotel lobby. He followed them at a distance and slowly walked up to them as the elevator door opened, getting in the elevator with them and hitting the button for the floor above his girl of choice. He avoided eye contact with them, playing with his phone, but he couldn't stop glancing over at her, eyes low, checking out her bare toned legs and tight ass.

She wasn't too drunk, but was tipsy - a tiny bit wobbly. He'd always gotten turned on watching women in heels - he could get hard just watching a girl in heel walk across the room. A girl couldn't help but be sexy in heels. Every single movement was seduction. Sure, they complained a lot about 'how much it hurt', but they all knew how good they looked.

As she got off the elevator, John made a note of which way she turned, thankful that none of her girlfriends were on the same floor. He ducked out of the elevator on his floor and walked quickly along the hall towards the stairwell, fingering the keycard in his pocket. He tore down the stairs and cracked open the stairwell door - just in time to see his girl fumbling with the lock on her door, teetering slightly on her heels, cursing the door. God he was so hard.

She opened the door and slipped inside. John shrank back into the stairwell and quickly changed into a jeans and a t-shirt, hiding his work clothes in a bag. Thankfully no-one else was in the stairs this late.

His head was pounding, his cock was throbbing. He had to get in quick before she took off that sexy outfit - he wanted to rip it off her himself. At this point, he couldn't stop himself - he was too turned on. He knew he was taking a big risk - doing something he'd promised he wouldn't. But he couldn't stop himself. Earlier, he could have chosen just to walk away, but he didn't want to. Now he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to...

His key slid in the lock, and it clicked open. He burst in the door and found her in the bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing -' she yelled. A quick hard, slap across the face. Get in quick, take them off their balance and threaten to fuck them up to bad that a stranger's cock in their pussy seems like a good deal. Another hard slap across the face - she was a little dazed - grabbed her by the hair and clamped his other hand over her mouth.

She was still struggling, but he was too strong for her. "You do as I say or else I'll fucking kill you. Slit your whore throat and let you watch yourself bleed out over that sink while I rape your ass till you go cold... you want that?!' His eyes were ice cold - or at least he tried to make 'em like that.

'N-no', she whimpered, still struggling. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a serrated edge knife. Gently sliding it over her neck, he yanked her head back from her hair.

'Are you sure, bitch?!' he growled. 'You keep struggling like that, it might be my only option. He quickly shoved her in front of the bathroom mirror, and pushed her head forward, sliding the knife gently over her throat.

'N-No.. please don't, please!! I'll do whatever you want, don't kill me!' she sobbed.

Without saying a word, John brought out a zip tie and quick bound her wrists together behind her back. 'Damn right you will bitch!'. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she stared down at the ground.

The sound of material being slowly torn. Aural foreplay. John grabbed her by her neck and forced her up against the bathroom wall with one hand, and grabbed the neckline of her dress with the other. He yanked it towards him, like starting a lawn mower, watching the look in her eyes as seams popped and material tore. A few more yanks and it was lying in pieces on the floor.

'Puh-please?' she whimpered. God, it was if this girl was trying to turn him on. Whimpering, begging, pleading. Plus of course, she was a typical prissy slut - had been fending off her boyfriend all night, but little miss 'Saving it for marriage' wasn't wearing any underwear - shaved pussy peeping out at him, and band-aids on her nipples. He whipped them off, first the left breast, then the right, smirking as she winced. He was gonna give it to her good, and the little slut deserved every inch of it...

Open letter to 'Amy'

2010-11-28T18:39:00.000-08:00

So, I said I'd write you an email. Thought I would post it here instead. Of course, 'Amy', I've changed names to protect the 'innocent'... but if you were wondering what a night out with me might entail, read on....

It would start with you naked in my hotel room, tied up, in my favorite style - wrists bound behind your back, with an electric cord wraped a few times round your neck and attached to a bedpost. I'd have to slide your lips up and down my shaft a few times to lube me up, then plunge my cock as far inside you as I could go. Till my hips were grinding on your clit. If I never explained the difference between me fucking you and me using your body to masturbate, you're about to find out.

Did I mention the plug-in vibe? Holding your delcious slender legs open, sliding the bulb of the wand over your pussy, feeling you shudder and shake in response. Feeling your pussy flood and twitch on my cock. Teasing you, bringing the buzzing closer and closer to your clit, till I slide it directly over.... your entire body stiffens involuntarily - you curl your toes, grit your teeth,and I can see your stomach mscles tense. Your pussy grips me like a vice, but that's not the best part.

You spasm and jerk to a sitting positions, and as you do, the cord tightens round your neck, almost throttling you. The strangled yelp that you manage to squeeze out only turns me on more - I could do this all night, but I've got other plans for you. Though it is hot watching the look in your eyes as the vibe edges closer to your clit - you know you can't control your reaction, and you know you're gonna end up half strangling yourself.... while cumming.

I would never get bored of this. But, like I said, this is just the start. So I empty my balls as deep inside you as I can reach, and then let you lick me clean. You suck my tender, tingling cock, still trembling from the strength of my orgasm. My knees are still wea. With your expert tongue and lips, I would no doubt be rock ard again and eager to fuck.

But instead I'll slide my cock out of your mouth and gently stroke my shaft while aiming for your tits. I'll unload a splatering of cum over your breasts, neck and shoulders. Putting my mark on you.

We'll leave it to dry on you as you get dresssed for our night out. I've got a special outfit for you - a nice thin, climgy dress. Leaves nothing to the imagination. Not quite sheer, but thin enough that everyone in the room can tell exactly how stiff your nipples are. You're only dressed in the legal sense of the word. Everyone can see everything - your pussy is just about visible. And if you're standing in the wrong light, you're practically naked. Just how I like it. The dress reaches a couple of inches below your butt and hangs loosely off one shoulder.

It's pure white. As are your stiletto heels, and the rest of your jewelry. People are going to notice you when we're out and about, and that's exactly what I want.

We stop off for a drink before the club. It's a wine bar - an older crowd. Business types with escorts who can apparently hold a conversaton more involved than 'oh god fuck me harder.' People try not to stare, but it's clear from their expression that they think I'm taking a prostitute on a date - you're dressed for fucking, not for socializing. I send you for a little walk about the bar, watching everyone watch you. Your breasts sway delicately as you walk, and I can see every talking to your nippples raher than to your face. All I'm doing is showing you off, letting them know what I'm gonna be fucking later.

When you finish your little walk about, I almost feed bad about parading you around like that, expect for the fac that I can smell your pussy even over the scent of my drink. Clearly you've enjoyed it as much as I have. So I make you put on a show. Wth a heel up on the bar rail at our feet, you bend down to adjust your ankle strap, makig sure that anyone who hadn't realized you were naked under that flimsy dress gets a quick glimpse of your slick, bare pussy.

Straightening up, you slide a finger up the inside of your thigh and scoop up the wetness slipping out off your pussy and down your legs.

We make eye contact as I suck your juice off your little finger. I'm painfully hard, ready to fuck you again , but you need to do a little more for me first.

I follow you as you strut out of the bar, watching your hips sway and the dress cling to your butt cheecks.

You walk round the back of the bar as I stand away at a distance. A couple of the bar staff are on break out back.

'Who wants to fuck me first?' I hear you say, turning away from them and hiking your dress up to expose your glistening pussy. They don't need to be asked twice. I watch in slence from the shadows as you suck one cock while being fucked by the other. Listening to you moan only makes me more eager to fuck you again. Neither of then last long, not really a surprise since you're fucking them as hard as they're fucking you, playing with your breasts and reaching back to rub your swollen clit as they pound your pussy. Pretty soon you have one guy's balls emptied into your pussy and another into your ass.

I join you at the comer of the street, still unable to think of anything but how tight your pussy felt last time and how loudly you squealed each time the vibe hit your clit.

Our limo arrives. White, of course.

'You'd better tip the driver now, since we won't really be able to once we get there. Though I know how much you like to be watched.

You climb into the front seat and I get in the back, unzipping my pants so I can slowly stroke my throbbing cock while listening to you up front. I can hear murmuring, then a zip being slowly undone.

Moaning and sighing. Best tip he'll get all night. I'm getting hard just listening to you - you suck cock like your have a clitoris in the back of your throat. Nothing's hotter than a girl who loves to suck and lets it show and it sounds lke you're having a better time than he is.

After a deliciously painful few moments, you finally finish up, and the door opens.

You've got his cum all over your chin - thick, hanging globules, and a splatter over your face. You look at me and slurp loudly, sucking up his cum up, swallow his load, lick your lips and smile at me.

'God, you are such a dirty fucking whore. I fuckening love it. Get down on your damn knees and stick that ass up in the air for me.

'Fuck me hard' you whimper. 'Those boys didn't last nearly last narly enough and they fucked my pussy like they were scared of it'

You fucking tease. Seconds later I'm drillling your pussy and you're moaning and whimpering in pleasure. On your knees inthe back of the limo, with your shoulders on the floor. White dress hiked up round your waist, drooling the last remants of the driver's cum over your chin

I look down and see cum ooozing out of your asshole as I'm ramming your pussy as hard as I can. It slides down your asscrack and dribbles down around my cock as I'm sliding in and out of you. I'm using my cock to lube up your pussy with the mixed-together cum of three other guys. And I love it.

Hey, I've told you before that I'm pretty dirty.

'There's cum from three other guys sliding out from your asshole and over my cock' I stammer at you, trying to fight back my orgasm as long as possible. 'You're the kind of slut I wanna fuck raw - you can't get enough cock... I wanna fuck you till your fucked up.

Moment later, I blow my load inside you for the second time. I hear you moan and whimper and gasp as my pounding cock, together with a little clit-rubbing kicks off your own orgasm.

When we arrive at the club, you smell of my cum and I smell of your pussy. You straighten yourself up - a little, but not too much. I want it to be obvious that we have just been fuckinng. As I pull up my pants I see the barmen's cum has oozed out of your asshole and onto my hips.

You're so fucking dirty.

The only thing that stops me pulling your hips towards me and burying my cock in your asshole is the limo door opening. We're here.

The bouncer looks you up and down. All white outfit, slightly ruffled hair, glowing complexion. Dried sticky patches on your shoulders and neck - obviously cumstains. Your dress sways in the breeze and he can see your nipples are stiff and goosebumped. Even at a distance, he can smell you've just been fucked, but you're ready to be fucked again. As he looks at you, you wink and lick your lips. He smiles as lets us through.

Upstairs in the club, table service on a balcony. We quickly finish the bottle of champagne so we can start to have fun. I have you sit on my lap with your legs spread. As you catch the eyes of the guys at the opposite table, I slowly start to fuck you with the empty bottle. You position yourself so that you pussy is covered, but they can clearly so that the neck of the bottle is sliding in and out of you. You don't break eye contact wth them as you start to brush your nipples as I'm bottle fucking you, and bite your lip as I slide a hand down betwen your legs, stroking your clit through your dress.

Pretty soon you're moaning and breathing hard, still watching them all watching you, before your body trembles and shivers and you cum hard and deep, feeling your butt and hips clench and release as you ride your orgasm.

I slide the bottle out from inside you and you lick the rim with the tip of your tongue, tasting yourself as you flick your tongue up and down along the bottle neck. The guys all cross the legs and shift in their seats as you smile and turn your attention back to me.

'Three guys. One in each hole, one at time. You choose who and where, but make sure I can watch from up here'

It doesn't take you long to find the first one. Dancing and writhing in the crowd below, guys have their hands all over you, up your dress and on your butt. It's hot and sweatly - what little modesty your outfit offered you earlier is long done - you're essentially naked - it clings to you , damp and seethrough from your sweat.

I see you lead a talk black guy to a corner and bend down - at the waist - as he unzips himself. Even as you bob you head on one guys cock, you're offering your ass to the rest of the club - making sure they all get a good look. My own cock is throbbing, hungry for you again. My head is spinning - I can't wait to get you back to my hotel room so I can take out my lust on you. Each time you make me cum, it's only a matter of moments before I'm aching to fuck you again.

Pussy now. I watch as you take another guy to a corner, behind a speaker stand and wrap your legs around him as he fucks you hard and deep. You look up and catch me watching you.

Fuck. Why do I get turned on so much watching you get fucked by random guys. We maintain eye contact as he starts to fuck you harder and harder.

I can see your body jerking against the wall with the force of each thrust. You bite you lip and toss your hair back as he grinds into you. He's so into the moment he doesn't realize you're not even looking at him. He stops thrusting and grinds into you, flooding your already well-fucked pussy with even more cum. I can see from the way you tremble and grip his shoulder that you're cumming too - hard.

Probably your strongest orgasm of the night. So far. All still while looking up at me. Somehow watching someone else fuck you is just foreplay for the both of us. He slips away quietly and I motion you back to the balcony. I call the limo. I can't fucking wait any longer to get my cock inside you again. The third guy will have to wait for some other time.

No sooner that we're back inside the limo than we're fucking each other again.. This time, I'm on my back on the limo floor an you're riding me, grinding your hips into mine...

Except that I made you empty your pussy on my stomach before you lowered yourself onto me.... Even so, I could feel his cum sliding out of you as my dick slid in. You're such a little whore, and you fuck so much that even once you're pussy's full of a stranger's cum you want more cock.... Even as I'm fucking you, you're draining out cum from you last encounter.

So fucking hot.

The limo speeds us back to my hotel. Another tip for the driver, and it's back to the room. I'll apply so much densensitizing cream that I can't feel my cock any more and fuck you furiously like the cock-hungry skank you are. Pound you for hours, till you lose track of how many times you've cum.

Everyone at the wine bar thought you were a prostitute. You should be so lucky... I'm gonna do things to you that I wouldn't dare do to a whore. I would stop, particularly with how badly you're begging, but the noisy, messy orgasms you keep having kinda destroy your credibility.

If you don't mind, I'll keep listening to your pussy rather than your mouth. I have a lot still to to get through, and the night is young.

I miss whoring...

2010-11-21T09:15:00.001-08:00

So, I was out at a show a few days ago, and caught site of a clearly mis-matched couple. He was mid 40s, slightly balding, rather dull looking , shirt and tie, rather awkward looking.

She was a 6 foot blonde, mid 20s, dressed all in white (a kind of trashy-sophiscate look that I really liked), stripper-esque heels and a short skirt. They weren't really talking to each other, and both looked a little bored. He was introducing her to various people he knew, but that was about it. Perhaps it was a a bad first date? Even so, he must have been loaded for that kind of woman to spend any time with him. I made eye contact and gave her a wink. She smiled. and winked back.

When he left her alone for a moment, I walked right over and whispered in her ear that she was way too hot to be hanging around with a dork like him. She rolled her eyes and said something about him being a rocket cscientist who'd flown her in for the weekend, but he hadn't made a move on her at all. She looked bored and frustrated. I told her she could have my number if she wanted to be shown a good time but she just giggled. We couldn't talk much more because I saw him heading back in her direction, so I excused myself with a wink and left.

I don't know if she was a date, or an escort that he'd flown in (I'm leaning towards an escort), but she was clearly expecting to spend a least a good few hours on her back with her legs in the air, and she clearly frustrated that it wasn't happening.

It made me miss whoring. Pick up a young, tight one, get her dressed in something short and slutty, take her out and show her off (the classier the location, the sluttier and skimpier she should be dressed), then back to your hotel room to fuck her senseless. Win - Win.

You want it, she expects it.

Unless you forget the fucking part! I hope she got some in the end...

Let no-one accuse me of being a philistine...

2010-11-16T13:38:00.000-08:00

So, while travelling the darker corners of the internet, I came across a picture of a Adolphe William Bouguereau painting, 'Young Girl Defending Herself against Eros'. It's a wonderful painting, but we're not here for art appreciation...

I love her outstretched arms - pushing back against someone fighting to drive his arrow deep inside her. Yet she is smiling and doesn't appear to be fighting back too hard. Perhaps I'm too far gone already, but just her pose - her struggle, her back arched as she exerts force with her hands, is enough to get me going. It's a testament both to the skill of the painter and my ability to get turned on by practically anything if I'm in the right frame of mind.

Anyway, back to your gonzo porn & Russian incest rape clips. I'm trying to finish up a new story but it staying between the thin lines of between 'horny enough that I can't concentrate' and 'so horny I have to do something about it'.

Wish me luck, or at least bail me out if it gets to that...

Kathy & John

2010-10-28T07:42:00.000-07:00

A week has passed and he's back again. He fills her every day, she hates coming home. Hates that he'll be there on the steps already rubbing himself through his pants. She doesn't know tomorrow he'll have it out and make her suck it on the steps, the concrete scraping her knees. He'll start moving her to every room, taking her on every flat surface in the house. He'll lay her on the kitchen table, telling her about how she'll be able to smell his cum when she is eating breakfast tomorrow. He takes her in the bathroom, making her watching in the mirror, squeezing her arms hard enough to bruise when she closes her eyes.

Then he takes her outside, a different spot each day, in the truck cabs of her father's equipment, laying in the hay strewn loft, on the undercab roller under the shop lights in the garage. He's taken to pulling out and coming on her lower belly than making her put her panties on and rubbing it in. She feels sticky for hours. She remembers at one point thinking "This wouldn't be so bad if he quit trying to kiss me" Shame over that thought will haunt her for years. He becomes taken with the idea of coming on every inch of skin, he's constantly stroking it in. His favorite way to start is to lay her down, fingering her and pulling her top half off, making her wheeze under his weight, sucking on her nipples then standing over her.

Sometimes he makes her stay flat, somedays he makes her kneel, he pulls out his thickened cock and rubs his sack across her face as he strokes himself off. When his orgasm comes he picks where he's going to cover her. He often makes her hold her mouth open like a fish and pumps his load in while telling her about what a good hole she is.

It was in this position that her Dad finally discovered them. Kathy is guiltily trying to button her pants as he strides over in a fury. He sends her to the house as voices raise in the yard. She sits inside trembling.

When her father finally comes in, he asks what happened. She just shakes her head. "Did he hurt you?" Head shake. "Did he try to...to..put his penis in you?" his voice is choked with anger. Head shake. After all, John hadn't fucked her today. The idea of her father's anger terrifies her. She remembers the bruised imprint of his hands from her last beating. She denies everything, anything, she can.

Tense hours pass before Mom arrives home. Kathy is so stressed from feeling her Dad's temper brewing that she immediately starts crying when her mother arrives. She doesn't remember what Mom asked, just the way her mouth twisted when she tried asking the questions she needs to know. Kathy lies again.

When she sees her mother's pain, she fabricates a less painful truth for her Mom. "No, he said he wanted to, but he was afraid he'd get me pregnant." Her memory of the changes when he took her to their bedroom seemed too ugly for daylight. She simply couldn't tell her mother that. Then, for a while there is peace. Things seem ok. No one discuss it. No one mentions it. And as far as Kathy knows, John just goes on with his life.

After the fact, rumors and stories come trickling in from the family over John prior problems. Further history had surfaced - but no one warned her Mom.

Things again settled into normalcy, at least on the outside. Behind closed doors, Kathy constantly had her hands on herself. She would squeeze one breast as she rubbed her clit with the other hand. "You're going to take it like a big girl, aren't you?" she taunted herself. Her body longed for something she didn't know how to satisfy and she played with herself for hours every night.

One night she was dreaming heavily about hands and lips and cocks when she awoke in pleasure. She found her hips ground into the large teddy bear in her bed. Her parents thought she was a little too old for teddy bears but she couldn't sleep without hers by her side. She blinked in surprise and then humped against his tail again. It felt good! She began bucking her hips against his soft tail and it rubbed her just right. Each night after she would satisfy her lust on her teddy bear.

Having found such satisfaction on her own, she giggled with secret delight. She kept trying to find other outlets, but was thwarted time and again. She even told her brother she could do head, but this adventure failed because he was too uncomfortable to cum. She was left aching and unsatisfied and satisfaction had suddenly become her priority...

Elizabeth Hawkenson - formerly of ASU

2010-10-15T16:12:00.000-07:00

Like the headline below says, I don't think her parents had this in mind when they send their blonde, pretty, good-girl daughter of to college. Well, it's too late for that now. She shows up for a casting couch interview with a some random porn producer, shows her actual college ID, and very quickly her full name and details are all over the internet.

Anytime she applies for a job, or even a new college, the first thing anyone finds when searching for her will be a video clip of her reluctantly taking some guys jizz on her face, suppressing a gag as she swallows, and looking extremely unsure of herself and what she's gotten herself into.

Or perhaps she realizes exactly she's gotten herself into and is now fully aware of how long she's suck. At this point, I'm too busy stroking myself just from the look of shame and anxiety in her eyes.

She could be fully clothed and that look on her face would still be enough to get me off.

Anyway, join me, won't you, in witnessing her downfall. Foreever branded by the unforgiving, all-remembering internet as a wannabe porn star.

Or perhaps get out your cock and join me in contributing...

The article is at the The Dirty, and the video is at YouPorn.

For added humiliation, here's her ASU profile, now removed of course:

Torture BBQ??! Sounds fun to me!

2010-10-06T14:35:00.001-07:00

An anonymous reader tipped me off to this story out of Australia:

"A man who raped and tortured his former partner over a long weekend occasionally took breaks so he and his victim could play board games and host a barbecue, a court has been told."

Not too sure what to make of it. Find it hard to believe that she would willingly stick to throw burgers on the grill if the whole ordeal was as unbearable as she's trying to make out. Particularly if they had consensual sex during this 'weekend of rape'.

I reckon she just changed her mind and played the rape card after they broke up. Get it in writing, guys!

(I know there's a joke about eating meat in here somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on it...)

Read the full story here: Torture stopped for games and BBQ

Tonight, on a very special "Rape"...

2010-10-02T12:28:00.000-07:00

The following is an entirely true story submitted by a reader. Only the names have been changed to protect the 'innocent', and applaud the guilty. Everything you are about to read happened and it was hot as it appears. Our intrepid heroine now gets herself off thinking about it and is now almost as dirty as your author.

Almost.

Anyway, read, enjoy, and wish you were there. If you'd like to pass on your congratulations to 'Kathy', or tell her what John should have done, or how she would have enjoyed it more if you had been there, please email me (on my profile) and I will pass them on. Or, since she's a reader, just comment and she can reply directly via the comments if she wants.

Just don't bother telling her that she's a dirty trailer park slut and she deserves all the abuse she gets - and more too - because I already tried that and she just lies back, spreads and makes herself cum noisily.

Repeatedly.

Anyway, if you're sitting comfortably, I'll begin...

Kathy was sleeping the wrong way in bed. Well, at least, at the wrong end. But she loved to look out at the night and feel the breeze on her face as she fell asleep and the window was on the far side of her room. Of course, in this tiny little trailer that meant the foot of her bed. It wasn't much bigger than a closet, by today's standards, but it was all hers. A built in dresser and closet taking up the far wall and her bed. She breathed the night air in deeply and sank into a restful slumber.

She blinked, confused why she was suddenly awake. A rustling to her head made her gasp as she turned to the window. "Shhhhh Kathy" her older brother Johnny said "Shhhhhh it's just me, go back to sleep." He gently pressed her head back against the pillow as he snuck in from his late night adventure. Kathy frowned, but Johnny stroked her hair gently "Shhhh Kathy, go to sleep" Her eyes fluttered shut as his weight shifted the bed.

She went to sleep.

It was another horrible school day. Every day the kids on the buses derided, bullied and picked on her because she was the only kid on her street who went to public school and they were angry that they had to take her little side road on the way home. She got off the bus, her hair aching from the latest bully pulling on it. She started the quarter mile trek to the trailer. The sound of the wind and the birds chirping cheered her and her heart lifted a little to finally be home. As she walked up to the concrete porch, she saw John sitting on the steps.

"Hi John." she greeted him, pleased to see someone home, since her parents worked swing shifts and she was usually home for hours before they arrived.

"Hello Kathy." She opened the door and they went inside. "How's your Momma doing?" he asked. "Oh good" she replied "This is her week of nights, so I won't see her til tomorrow. You want some soda?" He nodded and she poured them both a glass. "Where's your Dad today?" Kathy shook her head "I dunno, Dad's usually not home til dark."she replied. "Oh right, right." he responded. "Well, I'll come by tonight and see him." Out he went. Kat washed up his glass and went about her evening as usual. John didn't come by once Dad was home, but Kathy had already forgotten about his visit as she dragged through her dreaded math homework.She was expecting to start college soon, but it wasn't a sure thing yet.

For the next week, John stopped by and chatted with Kathy, no more than a few minutes at a time. He never seemed to worried that Dad wasn't there when he arrived and Kathy never mentioned his visits to anyone. After all, people always came & went on the weekends, so it was nice to see someone during the week when she was alone. He didn't stop by when Mom was home the next week, but Kathy never even noticed.The week after that, John was again waiting for her as she walked up to the house. He listened to her chatter about her day. "Let's sit in the living room and watch some TV." he suggested. They sat on the couch, she snuggled under his arm and he watched cartoons with her.

It was a nice afternoon. Tuesday, when they were watching TV, he pulled her onto his lap. He pulled her back against his chest and they watched TV. Occasionally, she thought she must be too heavy or bony because he would shift a bit. She kept wiggling a bit then to try to help him get comfortable, but then they'd settle and watch TV. Wednesday, after they were settled, John kept rubbing his hands down her arms and across her chest. Kathy felt awkward, but didn't know what to do. He even made her turn on his lap, so he could reach down her pants and rub her panties. Kathy knew it was wrong, but he was the grown-up. You did what the grown-ups want or you get beat, she knew that much from her Dad - even at her age. His fingers slipped into her panties and his rough, callused caress made her stomach roll. She began to fidget and twist away but he held her still, wrapping his left arm around her as his right hand split her petals apart.

"Shh now, hush girl. Be good." He scraped her as he dug in, seeking ever deeper. Kathy was all stiff and tense against his invasion. She could feel his hips moving lightly beneath her. "Spread your legs Kathy." he rasped. Kathy refused to move, too overwhelmed by the sense of wrongness, of being bad, but not understanding why. He simply moved her until he slipped a knee up between her legs. As he forced her to spread, he thrusts his fingers deeper. His breathing was hoarse and she could feel something hard rubbing along her lower spine. She can't remember when he left.

Thursday, when she saw him waiting on the porch, she felt dread. She silently opened the door and followed him inside. This time he didn't turn the TV, this time he didn't talk to her. He simply led her to the couch, and pulled off her clothes. His hands were everywhere. As she stood feeling small and defenseless, he mouthed her nipples, licked her belly, fingered her inside. Even his hands too big for her tender frame. His work roughened hands scraped and scratched every inch of her. She felt like she stood there for hours as he stroked every inch of her flesh. He rubbed the outside of his pants as he looked at her standing there, exposed before him. He pulled her into his arms and tried kissing her, but his sour beer breath made her grimace and she locked her teeth against his invasion.

He ran his tongue along her teeth, seeking access to her tongue. She clenched her jaw. He laid her on the couch then, pressing his too big frame against her. She was pinned by his weight on her hips. He rubbed his jeans into her crotch, and she whimpered from the abrasion. The instant her lips parted, he shoved his tongue in her mouth. She tried to pull back and had her tongue pulled as far in as she could, but he lapped every inch of her mouth, refusing her any sanctuary. It felt like centuries before he left. She only had time to scurry to her room and get dressed before her Dad arrived home.

Friday, she doesn't even remember walking up to the house or how he greeted her. The memory starts lying on her bed, completely naked. His belt is digging into her waist as he humps against her. He's fully dressed and he sucking at her nipples, kissing her neck as he grinds his hips against her. "I want to hump you right now, but I don't want to get you pregnant." he simply states. His tone is no different than someone asking you to pass the milk, but it's not because he's not blase. He's talking to himself more than her.

He never really looks at her face, never looks in her eyes. He's too busy watching her body beneath him, holding her wrists, pumping against her and smiling when a pained noise escapes her. The only time he turns to her face is when he's trying to stuff his sour, slimy tongue into her mouth. She always keeps her teeth together now. Her overbite allows him to touch her tongue occasionally and it's a game he always tries. She doesn't remember when he leaves.

The weekend comes and Mom is home and John is nowhere to be found. Kathy smiles more and seems delighted to spend every second of the day with her mother. Mom's tickled how obedient Kathy has been, helping with the chores without complaining. Kathy does seem a bit more clingy, she kept hugging her Mom whenever she could. Mom shooed Kathy back to her chores. The week passed in bliss for Kathy. But the next week always came.

He has her hand and he's leading her to the back of the trailer.

Not to her room, but her parent's. She tugs anxiously, she's not allowed in their room when they're not home. John tightens his grip and drags her to the bedroom. He never says a word. He strips her, strips himself and lays her in the middle of the bed. He climbs into the bed and forces her legs apart with his knees. Kathy feels so shamed she never even looked at him, simply turned her head away. Her hands are in fists of fear and her stomach roils. He raises himself up to rub along her pussy lips, he's stroking himself to harden against her. He doesn't kiss or lick or nibble or suck as he has for so many hours before. He just strokes his cock along her petals and belly. He's too big to stroke just against her little pussy. When his balls brush her soft mound, his tip almost touches her belly button. He's watching the stroke, picturing it inside of her.

Picturing her tears as he hits bottom. She knows this because he's murmuring it to her. He's telling her how much he's going to enjoy her crying out his name. He tells her he can't wait to use her everyday. He tells her he'll pay for the abortion when he knocks her up. She doesn't even know what the word means. He stops then and leaves the bedroom.

He returns with a towel he brought with him. He has her raise her hips and places it under her. His cock bobs in her peripheral vision, she tries to avoid seeing it, but he's too close. It's so red, she wonders if it's painful. He slides between her legs again. She had forgotten to try to close them distracted by the forbidden sight of his hard rod.

Even through all the shame and fear, she couldn't help but look. He tries kissing her and she closes her eyes and clenches her teeth as she turns her head away. When she resists he pushes the head inside her. Her gasp of surprise and pain gives him what he wants and he shoves his tongue in her mouth. He barely shifts his hips preparing to stroke within her when she tries to bite his tongue. His meaty hand grabs her face and squeezes he jaw until she submits. Tears from the pain run down her face. He pulls back and glares at her. "I am going to fuck you, but we can do this hard or we can do this easy. Either you open your mouth to me and I'll push all gentle-like or you fight me and I ram you until you bleed. Do you understand me?"

'Yes' her tiny little voice whispers.

"Yes what?"

'Yes Sir. I understand.'

She puts up no protest as he again kisses her. She hates the taste of his beer breath and tries to breath through her nose as he licks the insides of her cheeks. His hips begin a gentle rocking, trying to ease his shaft into her innocent flesh. Her body doesn't give way. It's not prepared for this kind of attention. He just keeps pushing, just keeps forcing it inside of her. She's crying now as he nibbles her lip, she's forgotten any thought, but the pain of being torn open. She wonders if she is going to die. "I guess I should have licked you a bit first." he mumbles as he pulls back a bit.

It never crosses his mind that a rape victim might not want to be raped, He just keeps shoving it in and dragging it out until his own pre-cum lubricates his strokes. Once he gets a smooth rhythm, he starts pushing deeper. This breaks something in Kathy. She starts begging him to stop. Begging him to end the pain, begging him to let her go, promising to be a good girl. This only makes him smile and he starts thrusting passionately inside her. He doesn't try to make it easy or tender, he just wants to feel his balls bouncing on her ass with each stroke. He reaches underneath her shoulders and then graps them firmly. He uses the leverage to use his legs and arms to force her fully onto his cock. He's panting from the pleasure of her tiny frame crammed around him like a winch pulled tight. Her pussy is so hot.

She thrashes and struggles but he just keeps plugging away. His rhythm races and the bed begins to slam against the wall with each stroke. "Oh girl, oh yeah...oh....oh I'm cumming baby. You are gonna like my cum, girl." He moans as the spray erupts inside her. He feels like every pore in his body is trying to fill her. His humping becomes erratic as he he spends his seed inside her. He collapses on top of her, his arms limply at his sides. His chest crushes her face beneath him. She fights and turns her head to the side so she can breathe.His hips keep jerking as he rides his orgasm inside her. He can feel every beat of her heart along the walls of her pussy, pounding in distress.

"So damn tight." he chuckles. He keeps her pinned until his dick relaxes, yet it won't slide out. He smiles as he realizes that it's still too thick for her. He raises up on his arms and pushes with his hips slightly. She whimpers and he can feel the blood returning to his shaft, but a glance at the clock ends the event. "I'm sorry I've got to go Kathy, though I think I could fill you again." He pulls back and savors the shiver that ripples across her skin as he withdraws. He picks up the towel and their clothes and straightens the bed before ushering her down the hall to her room. He keeps touching her as they dress. He finally looks down at the towel and only sees a few drops of blood. "Oh you little whore" he smiles "How'd you pop that cherry? Candlestick? Broom handle?" Kathy just stares at him in embarrassed confusion.

"Well, we'll explore that later. Good bye Kathy." he says before he scoops her up for a kiss. She prays for him to leave as she clenched her teeth. As he left, she huddled onto her bed and wept.

No (male) jury would convict me...

2010-09-27T19:07:00.001-07:00

I mean, such a short skirt. And knees and feet pointing together in that adorably shy sexy way. All that bare flesh just sitting there, waiting to be taken and used- a tight little pussy just waiting to be filled.

If I were to pry those legs open and grab those ankles - perhaps finding that she wasn't wearing panties underneath, who would blame me? Push her knees back to her chest and impale her on my swollen cock. Make her look me in the eye, tears streaming, unable to comprehend how a train journey could have gone so horribly wrong so quickly.

Perhaps we end up alone in the carriage together. She's trapped with me. No way to get out or get away until I'm done with her. But it won't take me too long anyway - that skinny little body, the look of fear in her eyes, the feel of her tight pussy gripping me - watching her gasp, eyes wide - her legs over my shoulders, hands clenched under her warm thighs, forcing her open. Perhaps panties pulled up above her knees.

Thrusting. stabbing. Feeling her yield and her body draw me in. Watching the look on her face. Awareness of the train rocking as it sped between the stations. Trees, houses whizzing by. Perhaps someone looking out of a window saw me standing on front of her, saw her with her heels in the air 'That dirty slut', they would have thought. Quite rightly, too - because it was her fault, not mine. I just did what any other man would have done. If he had the balls.

The sheer wrongness of it makes it even hotter. Brazen rape in broad daylight on a moving train. But I couldn't help myself. That body. Those sexy, bare legs. The way she coyly avoided my gaze, sat down and made damn sure I got a good look. Talked on the phone, tossing her hair in my direction. 'I know you want me', she was saying.

She clearly wanted it, too. Why else would she get on my carriage, by herself, dressed like that otherwise? Her entire body saying 'Take me, please. Make me a woman'. She enjoyed it too. I could tell. How could she not? I've never cum so hard, or so much. I still remember the splatter of my cum spilling out of her as I pulled my still-rock-solid cock out of her vice-like pussy.

How could she not get a thrill from feeling how much I desired her - that I wanted her so bad that I had to have her right there? And to feel how much cum she coaxed out of me in just a few short moments? Clearly the best fuck of her life - she wishes she would aways feel that lusted after, that sexy, able to drive men crazy like that.

All I did was answer her begging, pleading request to quench her deepest, unspoken desires.

And for that, they put me on trial?

I've always loved raves...

2010-09-20T06:32:00.000-07:00

You may have already seen this:

Pictures taken of a girl being gang-raped at a rave are spreading 'like wildfire' on the internet.

Notice how the police throw in the 'child porn' term (the girl in question is 16) to make it doubly bad. Of course I strong disapprove and have spent many hours on the internet not looking for these photos, because I don't find them arousing nor do I want to masturbate over them...

Of course, if any of you have seen the photos, please don't get in touch to tell me when I can get them, nor offer to send them to me...

So, do I think it's rape? Possibly, but it may not be. Could be one of those 'it's fun till your friends find out' - girl was having a great time being slutty and fucking anything with a dick, probably after taking ecstasy, but then realises that everyone has pics and thinks she's a massive super-slut.

Solution? Cry rape. Works every time. So maybe one of the guys goes to jail. That's ok, as long as her 'virtue' is restored in the process.

Of course, maybe she was raped. Will have to wait until I see the pictures till I decide. If she looks like she's enjoying it, that'll settle it, wont it?

"...Your screaming gets me hard..."

2010-09-13T05:14:00.000-07:00

The second thing was worse. She knew that they were doing as much as they could to make sure she remembered every details of the rape - that she didn`t blank or zone out. God, it wasn`t enough they had to take her body, they had to mentally scar her, too? She remembered a game that they had played. She didn't know at what point they had started to play it, but she knew that it was a good few hours into it.

She remembered being sprawled on her couch, covered in cum - dripping off her breasts, chin, sticking and splattered over her hair. The point of the game was for them to cum over her and see how long it would take before they could get it up again and cum inside her. She had to count how many thrusts it would take till they came again. They were just using her body for their entertainment - it was like they had got tired of fucking her and were finding ways to pass the time...

That thought always made her cry. She couldn't help herself, even after all this time. It always made her feel so worthless. They had got bored with her?! She didn`t know how to feel. It was like they didn`t even enjoy themselves - like her rapists didn`t even find her sexually attractive? It made it all so meaningless. It was why she still found it so difficult to take, to understand. They had initially desired her, wanted her, overcome with lust for her that they couldn`t help themselves, and then she didn`t turn them on any more?

So, she remembers being covered in cum, dripping on her face and all in her hair. None of the guys were able to cum in under a few hundred thrusts - they would gaze off into the distance and think about some porn star or slut that turned them off rather that get into the moment of fucking her - she could tell they were spacing out, not really 'there' at the time. Their little plan to make her remember every moment didn`t really work out much either - all she remembers about most of them is that they all took a long time to cum again - if they could at all.

Apart from John. Thinking about what he did still made her pussy throb.

She remembered being jolted back into the moment when she felt his load splatter all over her face, down her neck and between her breasts. It immediately began sliding down her chest and pooling in her belly button, running off the sides of the tummy, over her hips, and down between her open legs. She immediately thought that it was a huge cumshot - she felt like someone had thrown a pint of warm cream over her. When she looked up and saw John her blood ran cold. Her wrists were still bound behind her, and he was standing over her, his dick limp in his hand, with an evil smile on his face.

"I'll be able to do it in under 5', he grinned, to shouts of disbelief and jeering from the guys around him. He didn't say a word, but roughly opened her legs, pinning one knee to the couch and pulling the other knee up and away. She didn't even try to struggle any more - she was trying to relax her body and space out so that she wouldn't suffer to much.

John wasn't talking, but he could see him reach down and pick something up from the floor. A cheer went up from the guys standing in front of her, while the guys to either side craned their necks to get a better look. She felt something cold, hard and wet brush her thigh - the cold shocked her - it was almost like ice, and she stiffened with fear despite all that she had already undergone. There was only one place it was going.

She never even found out what it was. It was cold, metallic, and thick. Thicker than a cock, but not as wide as a wrist. Perhaps 10 inches, maybe more? It didn't hurt much going it - he'd clearly covered it in lube. For a split second she thought that she might survive relatively easily. She was should have known better.

The first thrust wasn't even the worst, because it was unexpected. He rammed it hard inside her - fighting her all the way - he could see how hard he had shoved it from the expression on his face - gritted teeth, anger. She felt like she was being torn in half from the inside out. It wasn't sharp, just blunt force - it was deeper than she'd even had anything inside her, even up to this point. She remembered hearing someone screaming, for a good 20 seconds before she realized it was her own voice. She had tensed her entire body, lifting her hips clear off the bed, gritting her teeth, straining at her cuffs, before collapsing back on the bed in a heap, sobbing, and feverishly begging and moaning for him to stop.

'Please, no, no, don't... not again, please don't, stop, stop...' she realized she didn't have anything to offer, nothing to bargain with that they hadn't taken already - she was soley reliant on the mercy of a group of gang-rapists, one of whom seemed to take excess pleasure in hurting her. At this point, she knew they would kill her at some point - she just didn't want it to hurt to much. She was terrified that John would just go to far without realizing and she would end up bleeding to death on floor, still naked with her wrists tied.

She slumped back on the bed, sweating, in agony, heart pounding, pussy on fire, babbling incoherently. She didn't even realize she was partially foaming at the mouth until John leaned down and wiped the drool and flecks of split from her mouth. He stared down at her, before smiley slightly, and she could feel him start to slide the makeshift dildo inside her again. She immediately tensed up, winced and gritted her teeth. She knew what was coming.

'You want me to stop?' John whispered.

She nodded, eyes watering. Pussy still burning. She didn't think she could take any more. She was still terrified that he would kill her and notice even notice.

Everyone in the room was silent. 'Yes.. please, god I can't take it any more', she croaked.

'I know' said John, quietly. 'That's what makes it so hot. You're scared for your life, aren't you? Your worried that we'll end up dumping your body in a shallow grave, aren't you?'

Her blood ran cold. She looked at him in silence. She knew that was going to kill her - that he was capable of killing her if he wanted to.

She was too scared to say anything. Thinking it was one thing, but admitting it out loud was another.

'Well?' John asked, more insistently this time.

'Y-yes.... please god, don't I beg you... please!!' she responded.

'Its up to you. If you can take this without screaming this time. Your screaming gets me hard, but watching you not try not to scream is even harder... If you scream... well, let's just say you won't be screaming for long...'

'And one more thing' John continued. 'Don't break eye contact. Look into my eyes - I love the look in your eyes when I hurt you....'

Now she was terrified. All this was turning him on? In the haze of the abuse, she had almost forgotten the game they were playing with her. He was just toying with her to get ready to fuck her again! She glanced down at his cock. Swollen, throbbing hard. Glistening with pre-cum - angry and looking for release.

This was foreplay for him. He was getting his kicks torturing her half to death, just to get a hard on so he could fuck her again! Just as that thought crossed her her mind, she felt the makeshift dildo being forced into her again. Deeper this time, rougher, more aggressively. She felt it being twisted round inside her. She was sure that he was literally tearing her up inside, but she was fixated on looking into his eyes. It took all her strength not to scream - she bit her lip so hard she could taste blood. But all the while, she watched his face, aware of the bobbing of his cock just below her gaze, seeing how turned on he was by inflicting pain on her. He was putting her through agony - and enjoying every second of it!

He finally gave it once last pussy-raking twist and pulled it out of her. He even did that slowly, making her wait agonizing seconds until the sweet relief as she felt her pussy lips close again...

She only got a moment's respite. He was inside her within seconds, his rock-hard cock agony to her bruised and battered pussy. But it didn't take long. He looked down at her, smiling a devil's grin, and pulled out slowly till just the head was inside her. Slowly pushing back in, eyes locked on hers all the while, his orgasm started before their hips met.

He closed his eyes for a second and grunted, and she felt him fill her up. It seems like a bigger load than last time. She didn't even her the cheer that went up around the room - she was too dumbstruck. As he pulled out of her, she felt his cum flood out of her and slide down her ass checks, floods of hot wetness. He made a ring with his finger and thumb, cleaned off his cock and wiped the mix of his cum and her sweat on her cheek, before turning round to high-five the other guys.

It wasn't the physical abuse she suffered, she later realized. Not even the utter helplessness - of having nothing to offer, nothing to bargain with, not even her body or her life. It was watching him get turned on as he hurt her, as she begged him to stop. She was scared for her life, vulnerable, in agony, and humiliated beyond any ability to recover.

He knew it all, and it got him hard. She didn't know there were people like him. And if there was one, there must be countless others, hiding in plain sight until the next time she let down her guard...

"No, don't...... ....stop"

2010-07-31T07:08:00.000-07:00

It had started out so well. Ashley and John had been hanging out in the basement of his frathouse. They'd snuck a keg of beer into the house and some cheap vodka. People were milling around, shouting, joking, laughing. Music had been playing, but now as the early morning approached, couples were making out on in the corners - the luckier ones on couches.

John has been after Ashey for weeks. They'd hung out and studied together, made out after a couple of parties, with the occasional drunken grope, but nothing more than that. But finally, she was let him slip a hand up her shirt to stroke her pert breasts, and occasionally run his hand over the waistband of her panties. It wasn't like she was a virgin - she had whisperred to him late one night the details of how she lost her cherry, but for some reason, she was holding out on him, and it was driving him crazy. His cock was rock hard - and had been since this morning, and each time she moved against him, or adjusted herself on the couch, he could barely contain himself. He could feel her breasts pressing up against him - she must know what she's doing to me, he thought? How can she not?

In the dim light, Ashley could feel the buldge in Johns pants without anyone noticing. She was pretty turned on - and more than a little drunk, she thought to herself, but John's touch felt so good. She wasn't ready to go all the way with him - he hadn't earned it yet, but she was so horny that she let herself relax and shifted herself on the couch so that she could feel his hand against her breasts more easily.

She could tell that he was dying to fuck her, and she closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to feel him drill his throbbing, angry cock inside her. She let out a deep sigh, her eyes still closed as John continued to gently sqeeze her nipples between his fingertips.

'God he was good' she thought. She could feel herself getting turned on - felt her pussy getting wet. He stopped briefly as someone walked past them up the stairs - there were still people moving about, watching TV, and neither wanted to be disturbed. He started up his gentle stroking again and she could hear her breathing getting heavier - he was rolling her stiff nipples back and forth between his finger and thumb, giving her a gentle tweak every so often.

She responded by moving her hand down between his legs and cupping his balls in her hand, over his jeans, slowly stroking the shaft of his cock too. She could see how turned on he was - his cock was desperate to break free. She would feel it twitch every so often, particularly if she pressed herself into him. She knew he was dying to fuck her, so she thought she might enjoy teasing him a little

John was trying hard just to focus on her breasts. Ashley's body was wrapped round him - her breasts were pushed up into his chest, and her breathing was getting heavier and heavier. As she opened her eyes and looked at him, he could see lust in her eyes - he knew she was enjoying it. She continued to stroke him through his jeans - he was grinding up against her hand,dry humping her.

He couldn't think straight - all he could feel was his cock - how stiff and swollen it felt - like it was going to burst. His body was so sensitive to her touch - he could feel her breath on his neck, smelled her perfume - and a little hint of her own natural scents.

He couldn't help himself - and he thought she would enjoy it - he slipped his other hand under her skirt and began gently stroking her pussy over her skimpy panties. He was shocked to feel how wet she was - her panties were soaked through! He looked up at her, and found her looking back at him with a sly smile on her face - she was as turned on as him - and she clearly didn't want her to stop.

He continued stroking her pusssy, feeling how wet she was, watching the look in her eyes as she squirmed delicately against him, working herself up against his fingers. She was stimulating herself against him as much has he was stimulating her. God, he was so turned on he thought his cock would burst.

Ashley was almost dripping wet. She was probably more turned on that she had ever been - it was as much what John was doing to her, as the effect that she was having on him - she could tell how much she wanted him. She closed her eyes and ground her hips onto his hand. She could feel her pussy juices all over her - her panties were soaking wet and were sticking to her butt. Ashley decided to give John a little more - she was very turned on and feeling a little daring. She quietly unzipped his jeans and slipped a hand inside.

His cock had already worked its way out of his underwear and was smearing pre-cum all over the inside of his jeans. Ashley gently wrapped her hand around his swollen, hot throbbing cock and squeezed gently, slowly using his pre-cum as lube to give him a slow, sensual handjob. She looked up at him again, and saw pure lust in his eyes. She looked deep into his eyes, ground her hips into him again and breathed slowly into his neck as she ran her thumb along the slit of his cockhead. It took all her willpower to stop herself whispering 'fuck me' in his ear.

John couldn't take it any more.

He tried, but he couldn't stop himself.

Before he knew it, he had peeled down Ashley's soaking panties, pulling them to one side to expose her delcious wet pussy. His head was spinning - all he could think about was what Ashley's pussy would feel like as he slide inside it. He looked into her eyes and saw fear overtake the lust. Her mouth started to form a 'No.... stop', and he knew that he would regret it, but it just couldn't bring himself to stop. His cock was already poking out of his jeans - it was throbbing , painfully - he knew he was going to fuck Ashley, right there, regardless of what she said, or did - he was so turned on he couldn't stop himself.

He pinned her down into the couch with an arm across her shoulders, and spread her legs. He could tell she was struggling now, trying to get up, but he pushed down onto the couch and climbed on top of her. He didn't know why she hadn't screamed or cried out yet - perhaps she was trying to get away without attracting the attention of the dozen or so guys still hanging out at the other side of the room.

The TV provided some cover for them. John felt the head of his cock graze her hips, and he rubbed his shaft along her pussy - god she was so wet, so hot. He didn't care what would happen - he was gonna fuck now and deal with the consequences later.

He pushed down further into the couch. The lighting was dark already but he didn't want anyone to interup him nor suspect what he was really doing. He kept telling himself that she wanted it as much as he did - else she would just push him off and run away. But he didn't realise how tightly he was gripping her, or that he was fully on top of her. He fumbled towards her skirt, and reach up under it towards her panties. She felt his fingers curl around the edge of her panties and start to pull them down, and tried to shift away, gently shaking her head at him. But he didn't stop - he couldn't. He slowly tugged them away, shifting his weight on top of her in order to work them loose. She was staring up at him, mouth open, eyes wide, fear mixing in with the lust.

But he didn't stop - still stroking her nipples, he edged her panties down around her thighs, clusmily but firmly. Her hips were slick with sweat and her juices - his fingers slid along them and towards her pussy lips. She tried to get away, but he pushed her down into the couch as he somehow managed to find her clit on his first attempt.

Her reaction didn't help her denials. As he gently stroked her, she involuntarily bit her lip and caught her breath. He could feel his cock twitch again - and he knew that she wanted him, no matter how many times she might tell him to stop.

Slowly stroking her clit, he felt her get wetter and wetter - the perfume of her pussy was stronger now than the perfume on her neck. As he slipped a finger inside her, she gasped again, and tried to pull away - but he put another hand on her hip and pulled her back torwards him. He continued finger-fucking her in silence, eyes locked on hers, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.

Ashley couldn't believe what was happening. She didn't want to make a scene - she was already worried that everyone would think she was a slut for what she was doing with John, but things had gone to far and she couldn't figure out what to do! She couldn't move, either - John had pinned her down to the couch and she couldn't get out - she was surprised as to how strong he was - she felt small and vulnerable in his arms. She felt him spread her legs.

God, she would have fucked him, but not here and not like this! She looked up at him and saw pure lust in his eyes - she knew how badly he wanted her. For a split second she melted inside just from the look of absolute desire he gave her - she knew that he wanted to fuck her so badly he couldn't control himself - and despite everything, she felt her pussy twitch....

She couldn't move - he was too strong for her. She knew that he was going to fuck her, right there, whether she wanted him to or not. And she wanted to fuck him. But she didn't want to fuck him on the couch in someone's basement during a party. But he wasn't giving her a choice. She felt him yank her panties down a little further and felt him push her legs apart and felt the wet, warm wet head of his cock brush against her stomach.

She still didn't know why she hadn't pushed him off yet. Well, she knew why. She wanted him. But that didn't explain it. Perhaps it was the look in his eyes - pure lust. Even as he was overpowering her physically, she had control of his head - he couldn't help himself right now - he wanted her that much - and it turned her on seeing what she could do to him.

Anyway, it didn't matter. She wasn't going anywhere. She felt him run the shaft of his cock along the inside of her thigh - it was veinly and stiff, slick with his pre-cum and her juice. He pushed her hips further into the couch, and their eyes met as he pressed the head of his cock into her pussy lips. She bit her lip again and relaxed her body - she may as well make it easier on herself. Her eyes widened as she felt him slowly open her up - god he was thick!

John was in a trance. He felt her pussy yield to his cock - build-up of pressure as he pushed up against her, and the delicious feeling of release as her pussy welcomed him inside. They hadn't said a single thing to each other for the past 20 minutes, but finally she sighed and gasped as he filled her up. He could smell and feel how turned on she was - regardless of what she told her friends the next day, he knew she wanted him right now - and she knew that he knew.

His cock was throbbing. They were intimately entwined, slowly grinding together - his cock buried inside her - her clit rubbing up against his hips - still silent, eyes locked. He wasn't able to stop himself, and she wasn't able to stop him. Was so turned on that he knew only one or two thrusts would be enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make her cum - that was what he had fantasized about all those times late at night by himself - looking into her eyes as she came, her legs wrapped around hers, feeling her pussy grip his cock in exctasy.

He continued grinding and rubbing his hips into hers. She could feel herself getting more and more turned on - watching the look of pleasure on his face, feeling his cock stretch her out and fill her up, the thrills of pleasure as her swollen clit rubbed up against his pubes. Her body tensed and stiffened, her back arched as she felt the head of his cock rub a delicate spot deep inside her, and imagined what it must look like to others in the room.

Did people know they were fucking? Perhaps people were watching secretly, getting turned by the discrete show? She felt her pussy juice slide down between her thighs an looked up at him.

Even now, held down and penetrated, she still felt like she was the one in control - she knew that only she could give him the release he so desperate for. She thrust her hips up into him, watching as he closed his eyes in pure pleasure, grindinig herself up into him. She slid down again, pulling herself halfway off his cock and then driving her pussy gently back onto him. He opened his eyes and she knew that she done it.

Moments later, she felt his entire body shudder and she was filled with his hot, sticky cum. He continued to shudder and twitch as he pumped wad after wad inside her. He came so hard that his almost drooled on her, and was twitching even after his balls were spent.

She was close to, but watching him cum pushed her over the edge... she ground her hips into hers, and closed her eyes as she felt his shaft open her up - rubbing her clit again him, remembering the animal lust in his eyes - how much he wanted her - so much so he had to have her despite her objections - to be desired that much - she couldn't stop herself cumming either, even though she knew it wasn't right.

Her orgasm was gentler, but no less strong - she felt her pussy twitch and grip his cock, squeezing every last drop out of him, as she rode the wave of his lust and his strength. Her body shuddered and twitched as she bit her lip one last time, before opening her eyes and looking up at him.

He gently slid out of her, and she discretely tucked his cock back inside his pants, pulling up her panties too. She felt his cum sliding out of her pussy, and her own juices making a wet spot in her panties. He took her in his arms, and they continued to caress...

V is for Vagina

2010-07-16T14:16:00.000-07:00

So, I don't set out to get turned on by the wrong things. It just happens - I promise. Here's another one.

If you haven't already read the graphic novel or seen the movie, check out 'V for Vendetta' - it's a classic. It's set in a near-future London under a totalitarian regime that came about after World War III.

Anyway, the particular scenes that caught my eye shows what happens to the young and pretty wife of a party official after he is killed by 'Anonymous', the ant-hero central character of the story. As you can see from the pictures, she ends up working as a caberat dancer. Not quite a stripper, but close enough.

Not only is that pose a very sexual one, it was her thoughts that really got me going:

"Now you're dead and I offer my hindquarters in submission to the world"

Which exactly what she's doing - at a club, showing off her ass and the rest of her body for money - in order to be able to survive.

The artist does a great job of highlighting her expression in contrast to the other girls on stage - they all have (rather fixed) smiles, and at least are giving the impression of being happy. Look at the smile on the face of the girl to her left.

But the party member's widow is shown with a sad, wistful look in her eyes. You can see the blankness in her stare - she's mentally not there, but is back with her husband in happier times...

You know, out of all of them, this is the girl I'd want a lapdance from...

Sun, sea and gigolos

2010-07-09T12:54:00.000-07:00

I saw this in a UK newspaper a while back, though it's a pretty old article. It's about women in the UK who travel abroad to pay for sex. Sex tourism, in other words. But it's not presented in a very negative light at all. You can imagine what the article would read like if it was about men paying for sex abroad. The scorn and disdain would permeate through every word!

But, I don't mind the double standard. It's nice to know that some women don't mind paying for it either. As long as it stays illegal, it gives the buyer a little more leverage, anyway - as long as they do their research properly and cover their tracks adequately.

I prefer the skankiness and dirtiness that comes with it being illegal, anyway...

"Sun, Sea & Gigolos..."

"How long till I can't stop myself again?!"

2010-06-29T07:42:00.000-07:00

John clambered into his car and slammed the door shut. As he reached for a cigarette, his hands were shaking. He knew the cigarette smoke would mask her delicious smell but he knew the nicotine would make it worthwhile. His heart was still racing, still high on the adrenaline. God, he'd missed the rush. He knew he had to lie low for a while though. Don't want to attract too much attention.

He'd spent most of the morning tracking her. Hadn't taken him too long to pick her out, not with the way she was dressed. Nothing slutty but just the usually casual half-naked look that girls seemed to go for these days. Tight jean short cut offs, so high that he could see the pockets protruding out, tank top and bra (straps showing, of course), flip-flops. Typical college freshman out shopping. Well, typical college freshman dressed like she has nothing to worry about, that is.

He followed her and her friend into the Gap. Pretended to look at shorts while they browsed the sales racks and yapped about nothing.

He caught her eye briefly, and winked. She looked at him for a second, when went back to her conversation. A few minutes later they made eye contact again, but after a moment she tossed her hair and turned away, with her nose practically in the air. John was already rock hard, but he could feel his cock twitch at the snub. He saw again a few minutes later as she was leaving the store by herself. He could tell she made a conscious effort to ignore him, which only made him more determined. He knew there was something wrong with him - he was getting turned on by a girl ignoring him, but it had already been way too long and he didn't care.

Besides, he wouldn't be able to ignore him for much longer.

He saw her coming out of Victoria's Secret about 30 minutes later. He savoured the thought of her in lingere - wondered what she had bought. She was still yapping mindlessly with her friend. She didn't see him, so he was able to follow her discretely for a few minutes and enjoy the sight of her parading her practically-naked body around the mall like some common tramp.

She was very skinny with an incredible ass. He imagined what it would be like to grip it tightly enough to leave red finger marks on her butt cheeks as she rode his cock back and forth. She was clearly a tease, well aware of her looks and youth with no qualms about using them.

She was flat-chested, with lovely skinny legs - she was thin enough that when she stood with her feet together, there was a gap between her thighs from just below her pussy all the way down. As she strolled around, her hips twitched gently from side to side. He could watch her walk away all day.

He positioned himself near them at the food court. He was facing away from them, making sure he wasn't in her line of sight. She was prattling on with her friend (named 'Brandi' apparently - future stripper no doubt) about some guy named Mark who 'so wanted to get in her pants' but was apparently 'like, y'know, a real douche', she yapped. 'He knows how totally hot he is and totally tries to use it to his advantage'.

God must have only given girls pussies to give them some purpose. Hot bodies and tight pussies to ensure that people actually paid attention to them. Nothing they said or did was of any worth or value, and it was all poorly articulated. Ridiculous histronics about their various friends and enemies were doing, and stereotypical fawings over the celebrities-of-the-week.

As they finished up and made to leave the mall, he made sure that he crossed their path one more time. What a body. Tight, skinny, fuckable. He gave her one last chance, even though he didn't want to - and at this point he was so far gone that even had she redeemed herself he didn't think he'd have been able to stop himself. She was walking back from the food court to meet 'Brandi' - god, such stupid names, and he walked past her, watching for her reaction.

Still the same. Steadfastly avoided eye contact. That same little hair toss that told him she knew he was watching, knew that he wanted her, but also letting him know that he was beneath her notice. He imagine that her ego was swelling in the same way his cock was at that point.

John slumped back in his car seat and took another drag on his cigarette. He knew he'd been taking way too much risk, but he had been unbearably horny - so horny that he couldn't stop himself taking more risk than usual. He knew he had to be more careful in future! But it had got to the point that even hookers weren't satisfying him.

He didn't remember much about it, just feelings and short flashes. He followed her back to the parking lot, after she had said goodbye to Brandi, up to the top floor of the garage. He grabbed his pair of black leather gloves and a knife, and sprinted up the emergency stairs to the corner where she had parked her daddy's SUV.

He had grabbed her from behind and clamped his gloved hand over her mouth before could she respond. Turned her around, a swift punch to the stomach and shoved her into the back gate of the SUV. It was all over in a probably about a minute. Pushing down on her mouth and face, he tore off her shorts, popping a button in the process. She was struggling hard, so he punched her in the stomach again and used the moment to pull her short down to her ankles, with her panties following immediately afterwards.

Her pussy was bald. "Only sluts and whores shave down there", he growled at her and she stared up at him, eyes wide in terror. She was tight, almost painfully so, but he had been horny for so long his cock was coated in sweat and pre-cum the head slipped inside her without any effort at all. She started to struggle so he decided to punch her again since it worked last time. Her body went limp but she still stared up at him.

He only thrusted a few times inside her but put everything into each one. She had that skinny kind of body he just wanted to break.

He rammed his cock so hard inside her she banged her head on the floor on the SUV. Her eyes were flooding with tears, her teeth gritted, her entire body tensed. Two more thrusts and he was already cumming. The look in her eyes as she felt his cum inside her - such a constrant to her cold haughtiness earlier in the morning - almost made him cum a second time.

He could see her crumbling, disolving - shattering. Never the same again. Innocence and navieté disappearing before his eyes. Oh god that was the moment he lived for - such power and domination - sex just wasn't the same without it.

He pulled out, ignored the spots of blood on his cock - a ice princess virgin, perhaps? - and found the strength to groan 'If you weren't dressed like such a skank, I would have picked someone else.'. He could see the immediate shame in her eyes. He staggered away, back to his car.

He was lucky this time. Too way too many risks. He was a little worried - he knew it was dangerous, but didn't care. And even worse is that it felt so worth it. Just imagining that little slut pulling back her panties after he'd left gave him a hard on. Buttoning up her shorts. Finishing packing up the SUV. feeling his cum leak out of her as she drove home in tears.

As he sat in his car, still shaking, telling himself that he would't take that much risk again, she came round the corner, tires squealing. He caught sight of her, face flushed, eyes streaked with mascara, and just imagined again her pulling her panties and then her shorts up again once he was done with her, changed forever.

Just that thought alone made him blow another load over the inside of his windshield.

He knew that he would do it again - he couldn't stop himself.

Debrahlee Lorenzana

2010-06-25T08:22:00.000-07:00

Maybe it's because I can't remember the last time I didn't have to pay for sex, but the supposedly 'work-appropriate' wardrobe of Debrahlee Lorenzana is inspiring very inappropriate thoughts in my head...

For those now following the story, this is about a woman who deemed herself 'too hot for Citibank' , alleging she was fired for distracting men because she was so hot. And of course, the natural response of any woman who wants to advance her career solely based on her professionalism and business sense is to accompany her sexual-harassment lawsuit with photos of her wearing her work wardrobe around the office.

Of course, she should be judged on her conduct and achievements rather than her looks. But that conduct also involves knowing when to be discrete. And a photos that look like the first shots for a 'fucked by my boss!!' story in Penthouse don't help either. Nor does the fact that she looks like the type of prostitute who would describe herself as a 'courtesan'.

Unless you're Madame de Pompadour, shut the hell up (and spread your legs)...

And i don't know she if does it on purpose, but she mixes 'No' with 'Yes' in a deliciously 'rape me... please?' way

Black heels with red soles?

Look closely at the photo above. Notice the sliver of sexy red on her heels, contrasted against the conservative black. It screams 'No, don't........ (stop)'

"Yes, I'm a professional career woman but I would do anything for this promotion"

Untying a white dress with leopard print heels?

"I'm conservative at work but wild after hours... would you like to see?"

Perhaps she's going not for 'You shouldn't wanna fuck me', but 'I know you wanna fuck me but I'm gonna make you deny it'.

Perhaps the closest thing to the male equivalent of facing your smirking rapist in court. Or not. I don't care. I'm too turned on to think straight. All i can think about is that dress on the floor and those heels in the air...

Hopefully she'll do Maxim soon.

"The one that got away"

2010-06-16T16:03:00.000-07:00

So, someone asked me recently when my rape fantasies first started, and while explaining, I was remind of the time I passed up on the opportunity to take advantage of a somewhat-willing girl. This was a few years ago. She was a girl blessed with massive boobs and not much else. Dumb, almost painfully so. Of course, you might argue that she may have been playing dumb. Or perhaps her tits had always got her what she wanted and she never had to engage her brain. Conversation was at time a little slow, to the extent that I was mildy embarrased to introduce her to my friends - particularly my female friends. Eventually I did, though.

However, one night we were all getting very drunk, and a number of took a cab back to my place. I unfortunately was a little drunk at this point - perhaps not drunk enough, or maybe too drunk. Everyone else ended up leaving and her and were talking. I forgot how it happened exactly, but we were skirting round the idea of doing stuff with and to each other. In my drunken state, I remember her saying something along the lines of 'well you'd better do it now cos I won't remmeber in the morning'.

Tragically, I wasn't enough of a rape-fiend to drag her upstairs to my bed and pound her raw. In fact, I remember being concerned that she wouldn't remember and telling her (no doubt drunkenly) that I was worried that she was too drunk to remember and that I probably shouldn't. I think I was still harboring the thought of actually dating this girl rather than just fucking her. Now of course, I would fuck her and then try to date her if she was still interested the next morning. Unfortunately me turning her down (if that indeed was an offer) soured the mood somewhat and she took off shortly thereafter, hitting both the cars parked in front of her and behind as she pulled out of the parking spot. No she shouldn't have been driving but I was still too confused to be concerned about that.

So there you have it. A missed opportunity with a well-endowed drunk girl who said that she wouldn't remember anything the next day. I of course would claim to be as drunk and perhaps not remember myself the next day, after some good drunk no-holes-barre fucking. Though I wouldn't be surprised if she had gone psycho or cried rape on me the next day. She was a bit of a trainwreck - I found out later that two of her closest 'friends' were in fact both lesbian who really just wonted to fuck her and were fighting each other for the chance to get in her panties.

Probably best I let that one slide. But still - what could have been...

Porn and Plastic women

2010-06-09T11:13:00.000-07:00

So, you can imagine I spend a lot of time looking at porn. Some of it is hot, some is not. I like amateur pon - nothing hotter than a sexy girl making a recording of her enjoying herself, or a couple deciding to make their own sex tape. Real, hot, fucking. I also love professional porn too, though in a different way.

Sometimes, the fakeness is appealing. In particular, compare these pictures of one my favorite porn stars - Jamie Lynn. The first pic is from her early amateur stuff - just a very sexual girl deciding to record herself having fun. Yes, it's artificial to a certain extent, but she's clearly a real women being recorded in her bedroom, perhaps by her boyfriend. Enjoying her own sexuality - active and in control.

The video is here: Jamie Lynn - Want Boobs

Now compare later photos. Still smoking hot. But now she looks plastic - fake. Souless. Passive. Waiting for your penetration. Clearly a fake girl on a fake bed in a studio. (Much to my dismay, women generally don't wear high heels in bed.)

No personality, nothing but a vacuum for you project your desires on to. Waiting for your cock and cum, whereever you decide to empty it.

This is what porn does to women, how is changes them. Sure, it's bad thing. But worse than that is that the change itself it turns me on like crazy....

Jamie Lynn - Blue Fantasies

Jamie Lynne - Danni.com

"Give me a reason?!"

2010-06-01T19:00:00.000-07:00

She was too weak to stand up. Lying awkwardly on her front, wrists still tied. They were all over in the next room, getting together an auction for who got her for the night. Please, anyone but John, she thought.

Cold, naked and shivering, still recovering from the dunking. Having her wrists tied behind her made her her helpless to defend herself, or resist, and they knew exactly how to use it to their advantage.

They'd started by ripping her clothes off, cutting her skirt with a knife and tearing it off her. Two or three guys at her shirt - it came off in pieces. Grabbing her bra and panties like they were trophies. A couple of guys tied pieces of her bra strap round their wrists - she noticed with a a chill that they appeared to already be wearing wristbands, made of similar looking material...

She knew they were going to rape her. Naked, tied up surrounded by a dozen or so cheering men - what else were they going to do with her? But they beat her down a bit first - tied an electrical cord round her neck and used the shower rail like a pulley.

Pulling down on the cord, making her stand on her tip toes as it tightened round her neck, unable to breath, terrified, the feeling made worse by not even being able to clutch at her neck, nor try to loosen the noose around her throat. And watching them all laughing, enjoying her terror. They played games with her, jerking her body around just to watch her breasts bounce.

Eventually they tired of that, and filled up her bath with water, just to hold her head under it till she thought she was going to die. They would tell her that it would 'only be 20 seconds', and then force her head under the water, slowly counting. They would always laugh when she came up for air, gasping for breath. Then it got longer. 40 seconds. Or at least, they would count to 40. She couldn't really tell how long it was.

They would give her only a moment to claw back a lungfull of air, and then shove her under again. She was convinced she was going to drown. She may have even blacked out for a second, as she remembered at the end of the last dunking a number of guys were pulling her from under the water. They let her lie there for a moment, gasping and wheezing. "Please... no more.... I can't take much more", she whimpered, weak and feeble.

They weren't verbally aggressive to her. No name calling, taunting. Very matter of fact, cool, calculated. No anger, no emotion. Which terrified her because she couldn't read them at all. Any moment they might just pull a gun out, shoot her in the head, and leave like nothing happened. She was trembling, her voice shaking.

She remembers they ordered to her stand up and watched with smirks on their faces as she struggled and staggered to her feet, still with her wrists tied behind her. They snickered as she lost her balance and face first into a wall. She remembered standing their, shivering cold, naked, still finding hard to breath, knowing exactly what they were going to do to her, just wishing they would get it over with.

She didn't remember the first time they punched her. All of a sudden she found herself in heap on the floor with a dull throbbing in her stomach, the wind knocked out of her. They were too impatient to wait for her to get up this time, so they dragged her to her feet and let her stand their for a moment.

She had to blink back the tears from her eyes, but was too stunned to do much else. John stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face, causing her to almost fall over again. She remembered sobbing, asking them why they were hurting her.

What had she done, she wanted to know?

She really wished she hadn't. John stepped forward and punched her in the stomach again, and another guy quickly followed suit. Two guys were holding her up, so although her legs buckled beneath her, she didn't fall down. Her body was slumped over, weak, trembling, terrified.

"Do you want to know why?" John smirked. "It's probably an answer you really would rather not hear..."

"Tell me, please..." she whispered, weak, still coughing and spluttering. "At least, give me a reason."

"It turns us on", John sneered. "Gets us hot watching your face crumple in pain. Seeing you wince and flinch gets me hard. Turns all of us on..."

She stared at him, open mouthed. A cold shiver ran down her spine - she was more scared then that she had ever been. Surrounded by a dozen guys who got a sexual thrill from seeing her in pain, tied up, naked, already half-drowned, completely at their mercy.

She didn't know how far they would go, how much they would hurt her, or when they would stop. It made it worse knowing that they were enjoying her pain - every wince, or reaction turned them on even more.

They only hit her a few times, but it was enough that she would flinch at any sudden movement towards her - made even more awkward that she would try to bring her hands up to protect herself. At best, she would just strain against her bonds, at worse she would fall over. Either way, they would often make as if they were going to hit or slap her, just to laugh at her reaction.

She didn't really remember much about the rape itself. She must have blacked out most of it, thankfully - she couldn't remember who was first (though it was probably that bastard John), or what they did. She remembered screaming a lot, hearing laughter, and the terrible sensation of feeling them cum inside her.

She honestly couldn't remember if they has raped her ass too, and to be honest, she didn't want to know. She knew that all of the guys had taken their turn with her, that they hadn't untied her wrists the whole time, and she remembered taking two guys at the same time on more than one occasion. Which probably did mean that they had raped her ass, now that she thought about it...

She only remembered two things in detail from the point at which they started raping her. Both, unsurprisingly, involved John.

She was standing up in her bedroom, with everyone watching. She knew at that point that she had already been raped a few times - that everyone had had their turn with her. She didn't know how she knew - it was like she was recalling a nightmare.

John was standing in front of her, stroking her body. She knew that she had tried her best to block out the sensations of her rape, but these few moments had been burned into her memory. John was gently stroking her face, drawing his hand down over her neck, over her shoulders and down towards her breasts.

She remembered her entire body tensing, trying to get away, but he had backed her into a corner and there was nowhere to go. John was gently stroking her body with the lightest of touches, looking deep into her eyes. He was triggering her 'flight' reflex - she wanted to run away, to slap his hands away, to stop the contact, but she couldn't. And he knew it. Her entire body was tense, as he gently stroked her breasts, and ran his fingers down over her tummy.

He was violating her personal space, triggering a instinctive reaction in her, but preventing her from acting on it. She strained against her bonds, tried to avoid eye contact, but he made her look into her eyes.

She felt more violated, more vulnerable than even during the rapes - she had no control over her body, or what he did to it. He placed his palm on her bare tummy and slowly slid it downwards. She was going crazy with fear and dread.

His fingers reached her pussy lips and slowly stroked her clit, as she stared up at him, transfixed with terror.

After what seemed like an eternity of stroking her, John stepped away, and she immediately crumbled into sobs. The absolute power her had over her - the feeling that her body wasn't her own, that anyone could use her, violate her, override her protests and have their way with her was too much for her.

That feeling still hadn't left her, after all this time. She still felt vulnerable, naked, helpless, even when fully clothed. She felt that anyone could walk up to her and violate her again even if she tried to stop them.

She couldn't get into an elevator with a group of people any more. She would freak out if a guy got to close to her. She felt like it was just a matter of time before someone else decided that they wanted her - or even worse, they just wanted a pussy to fuck and that she was the next one that came along, and it would start all over again. Except that this time she would remember everything.

John stripped had her bare in those few moments - she wasn't the same any more. And that bastard would probably get a huge thrill if he knew.

I called it!

2010-05-23T13:13:00.000-07:00

Ok, she's not started turning tricks, but she's apparently playing a porn star in a biopic: Lindsay Lohan to play Linda Lovelace.

And of course rape enthusiasts would have a special interest in 'Deep Throat' since Linda Lovelace (many years after, of course), claimed that she was 'forced' into making the film, and that anyone who watches the film is 'watching her getting raped'.

Sounds more to me like she just regretted doing it and is trying to blame someone, anyone else.

Hopefully we'll get to see Lindsay 'forced' into shooting sex scenes 'at gunpoint' - assuming she can stay out of jail!

It's probably a step up for Lindsay at this point, anyway...

Protect.... or Destroy?

2010-05-21T20:57:00.000-07:00

Now I know you all know how much I love my pregnant women. Can't get enough. If I think she's hot beforehand I'll only get more turned on by her when she's pregnant. I've been known to get a hard-on just watching pregnant friends of mine sit down on the couch. The vulnerability, the sexuality, the femininity, everything. Perhaps I have an unconcious desire to protect her from harm - nature's way of ensuring that her and the baby survive.

I have wonderful fantasies involving pregnant women using me to satisfy their heightened desires. Riding me to yet another orgasm, eyes closed in pleasure, beads of sweat hanging off their nipples, their swollen breasts swaying in my face - the air filled with signs and moans, using me for their pleasure, guiding my hands and lips to whichever part of their body they need my tongue to heighten their orgasm.

And my reward for all of this? A wet, sticky, hot pussy to lick and stroke with my tongue for as long as I want. Perhaps an orgasm of my own, too.

See? I'm quite capable of getting off without putting anyone in hospital or a pysch ward.

But sometimes - and it's hard to tell when - pregnant women inspire all sorts of deliciously evil fantasies. And these pictures in particular. I think it's the heels - they look rather high, and difficult to walk in, let alone run away.

Or the dress, tight, and with a design that suggests being ripped off. But for whatever reason - these photos make me think of her pregnancy as a weakness to exploit, something to take advantage of. She can't run away. She has difficulty moving around. And most importantly, something she'd do anything to protect.

Dragged off the street, dress cut from her, knife drawn across her swollen tummy - she'd happily suck any cock waved in her face if it would keep her baby safe. Or spread her legs and finger herself for while we videotaped it.

And there is honor among rapists, too. We wouldn't fuck her too hard - would normally punch her a few times just to show her we mean business. But of course, we don't want to hurt her baby.

We only wanna have a bit of fun. If she does everything we ask, it'll all be over quickly and we'll let her go. If she struggles too much, or tries to fight back, we're not going to want to hurt her, but she wouldn't want to risk getting hit accidentally - or falling over, would she?

No, of course you don't, sweetie. Just peel that dress off, nice and slowly. Yeah, just put it in the corner over there. No, keep the heels on. That's right - on all fours, on the bed. Good girl.

Ok yeah, look at the camera. Make sure you keep your hair out of your face so we can see it all. That's John, yeah, say hi. Yeah, keep make sure you keep eye contact as you suck him.

Mmm.... your pussy is tight. God, you're gonna make me cum quicker than I expected! Oh, John's cum already, has he? Well, he's next in line for your pussy. That's right, swallow and smile. Don't worry, a dozen guys won't take you too long.

So, are you hoping for a boy or a girl?

You know if you keep crying like that we're gonna have to start the taping over, right?

They called her a liar...

2010-05-10T21:05:00.000-07:00

She wasn't one of those girls who fucked anyone they took home. She was saving herself - but that didn't mean she didn't like to fool around. She knew where to draw the line, and she made sure the guys knew that too. She felt like they respected her for that. She wouldn't take off her panties, though occasionally she would let the guy take off his - it was kinda hard to suck cock if they were still half on.

If she felt he was getting a little too forward, she would just suck him nice and slow, till he came in her mouth. Even if the guy was insistent that he fuck her, she would have to 'get him ready' first - 'there's no way that cock of yours is going to fit in my tight pussy if I don't get it nice and slick first', she would say. Twenty seconds later she would be wiping the cum off her chin and 'remembering' that she had an 8am class the next day - and that her roommate would be home be soon anyway.

Despite all their bravado, frat boys were generally respectful to women - at least the ones she hung around with, she would tell herself If a guy got a reputation for not stopping when a girl said no, he would have trouble getting dates to dances - and no-one would want him in their room at the end of the night. So, she felt pretty safe.

And it wasn't like she didn't get off - she loved getting rubbed through her panties. Most of the time they were soaking wet by the time she took her jeans or skirt off anyway. Depending on how horny she was - and what she had been wearing - the guy had usually got his hands inside them before they got back to the dorm room anyway.

She had made out with this particular guy a few times already, but this was the first time she decided she wanted more. She had been wearing a short skirt and he'd been rubbing and stroking her between the thighs all night - she liked the fact that he was taking his time and teasing her, whispering compliments in her ear as they sat on the couch in the basement.

So now she was lying on her bed in nothing but her undies, with a damp patch directly over her pussy lips, writhing in pleasure as John sucked on her taut nipples and moaned his own appreciation.

His cock was raging hard, boxers at his knees already - his swollen head glistening with sweat and pre-cum, bobbing in the dim light of the room. She was enjoying herself, but still keeping an eye on things - as horny as she was, she wasn't going to fuck, and had been clear about it as she let him undress her.

She ground her hips into his thigh, teasing herself, feeling herself get wetter and wetter. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, noticing for the first time that his eyes were slightly glazed over. He seemed to be having problems focusing, which worried her slightly - they had both been drinking, but he hadn't had that much, had he?

She had been careful to limit herself, and she'd watched him carefully as they walked back to hers to make sure that he wasn't too drunk, too. She sat up, and pushed him off her, slightly worried. Shit. She'd better get him out of her before things went too far.

It all happened so quickly. She still couldn't believe how she had been so naive, for so long. In retrospect, she counted her blessings, though it took a long time before she felt lucky about it. But she had been a fool, and she couldn't be too surprised about what happened - it would have happened eventually.

She was just lucky that he was just a horny frat boy and not a vicious psychopath who really wanted to hurt her.

She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back to the bed, clumsily half-covering her mouth with one hand, stopping her yelling. With the other hand, he peeled back her panties - she still remembers feeling the chill as her wet pussy was exposed to the air, feeling how heavy and wet her panties were as he dragged them half down her thighs.

She tried to yell but he pushed her face into the pillow and muffled her cries. She see that he wasn't even focusing on her - god he was totally wasted - couldn't even see straight!

She struggled, but it was too little, too late. He pinned her down - she was unable to move - all she could do was try keep her legs clamped together as he continued to grind one hand into her face while clawing at her panties with the other. She ended up with her soaked panties wound around her ankles, but she had still been able to fight him off.

That was until he slapped her. She didn't even see it coming, just felt a stinging sensation across the right side of her face that shocked her and left her dazed for a second. But that was all he needed to pry her legs open. As she came back to her senses, she looked up and saw his throbbing, swollen cock aimed like a dagger at her pussy and knew it was over.

He was holding her down, pushing a pillow into her face to muffle her yells, his entire body braced. She still could see that image in her mind today, the calm before the storm, the moment before he violated her. She remembered how utterly helpless she felt underneath him - his grip was like iron.

Even as she knew she was seconds from being raped she tried to push him off, to free herself and get away, straining her muscles one last time - all her strength, all her fear and anger - nothing.

She felt herself open to him - felt his stomach on hers, felt him gasp as she yielded to him. The fight finally left her, and her body sagged limp on her bed. She was repulsed by him - by herself. Angry, weak, betrayed.

But her body was still aroused - her pussy was wet, her skin flushed. She felt her pussy lips stretch around him as he started to pull out of her, staring up at the ceiling, wishing it wasn't happening.

She didn't know long it went on for - it felt like an eternity, of shame, humiliation, of self-recrimination. She barely remembered it. Just a dim awareness of a flood of wet warmth somewhere too deep inside her, hearing him groan and clamber off her. She was too shocked to move, too stunned.

Her face was still stinging she realized. All she could find the strength to do was roll on her side and curl up in a ball, facing the wall. Behind her, she heard him stagger to the bathroom and throw up.

Great.

Blind drunk. And now she could feel his cum start to ooze out of her as she hugged her pillow and tried not to cry. She was still to shocked to do anything - she wanted to reach down and somehow pull his spunk out of her, but couldn't find the strength.

She lay in her bed, her attacker passed out in the bathroom, feeling his seed slowly slide out of her and tickle her thighs as it stained her sheets. Her panties were still round her ankles. Just 15 minutes ago she had been entertaining thoughts of letting him watch while she used her vibrator through her panties, now she was cowering under her sheets, her innocence ripped away - aware more than ever of her weaknesses and vulnerability.

That was what hurt the most. Well, apart from the fact that he didn't remember a single thing - so he said. He was too drunk and just thought he passed out. He wouldn't do anything like that, he said. His fraternity did not condone this sort of behavior, they said, but they didn't seem to punish it either, it seemed.

She must have led him on, they implied. Or changed her mind afterward. She, apparently was known for taking guys back to her room and fooling around - so she must had fucked one and then regretted it the next day. Not that they ever said that, of course, but they didn't need to spell it out, either. She was horrified to find out that they didn't think she was as different from the 'sluts' as she did.

The physical violation was really not the issue. She wasn't a virgin, and she had fucked herself harder and longer for many a night with her favorite dildo. It was her faith in people.

It wasn't a question of whether he fucked her or not. If she said he did, he must have done. She could see the mental high-fives and self-congratulatory glances that passed between them when she made her complaint. It was about whether she wanted it or not. You can't swab for that -it's her word against his.

Except that he tells the story to his jealous buddies over pitchers of beers, and she tells it to her therapist over a box of tissues. He wins - and he knows it.

"I love them all"

2010-04-22T04:17:00.000-07:00

Underage prostitute who slept with football stars breaks her silence

I know I shouldn't read the Daily Mail (a notorious UK paper), but sometimes it rewards me. The tell-all-story of a $3,000-a-night call girl who fucked (or rather, was fucked by) a number of French footballers. "Tell-all" is a bit of an exaggeration, since I just summarized the entire story in one line.

I love it, though - she has an innate trashiness that just turns me on. I think it's the eyeliner and the dark roots. Even though selling sex is legal in France, it's nice to know there are still girls that make it look illegal (Ignoring the 'underage' part of course, I'm talking about after her 18th birthday).

Probably what really turns me on is the reminder that there'll always be hot trashy 18 year-olds willing to spread their legs you've got the cash. And apparently be proud of it too. And who could blame her - she's making good money and having fun at the same time

Plus, she wants to be a model - and she's just managed to get her pictures in the paper. Getting herself out there in more ways than one!

Just remember:

1. Stay on the right side of the age limit.

2. Don't let 'em know how famous you are

(I'm sure she fucked some other guys that aren't mentioned in the article, but they weren't newsworthy - or she didn't realize that they were.)

3. Pay by the hour, not by the night

(Would you rather pay $3,000 for a night with one girl, or $3,000 over 10 nights for an hour with 10 different girls)?

If you follow these rules, You'll be able to take your pick of the choicest ass before the sex industry chews them up and spits them out (also hot, but that's another story) for as long as you want.

For every newspaper story, there's hundreds more girls on their backs getting the job done.

Have fun.

Dear Ashley...

2010-04-17T11:37:00.000-07:00

I wanna hold you down and enjoy you. Normally I would tie you up so I could take my time with you, but this time I want to feel you struggling against me, trying to resist me - trying to fight your way off your bed, or your couch, or wherever you are when I decide I want to have you. I'd grab your wrists, pull them behind you and slide a hand up under your shirt so I could play with your breasts.

Pretty soon that wouldn't be enough though - I'd be ripping off your shirt and bra so I can suck on your nipples. Pinning you down on your back, licking and sucking you gently, feeling my cock swell as you struggle and whimper against me - I'm simply too strong for you to stop me, and it turns me on.

Knowing that I can do what I want with you - take you and use your holes to sate my lusts. I can't think of anything but how your pussy will feel gripping my cock - imagining already that mix of lust, fear and shame in your eyes that drives me crazy. You know if you didn't make this so much fun for me, I wouldn't keep coming back...

But your half-naked body is heaving and struggling, your breasts are bouncing softly, and your breathing is heavy. I know you're trying to tell me something, but I'm too far gone to hear you. Not that it would help at all. Plus the way you way whisper 'no' would only drive me crazier with lust - make me want you more, and need you for longer before my head is cleared and I can think rationally again.

I roll you over on your back and watch you struggle for a little longer, feeling my cock throb and twitch - you're like a fly caught in my web - each move and squirm and wriggle is only wrapping you tighter in my grip.

I watch you shake and twitch, you look back over your shoulder with those pleading eyes - oh Ashley, you're doing it wrong. There's no way I can let you go now.

You're glowing with sweat, your hair is loose, tumbling over your shoulders, you're practically begging for it right there.

I let go of your wrists and grab the hem of your skirt. Short, and tight. You're such a little slut, you're not fooling anyone. You instinctively grab for it as I tug hard on your skirt, trying yank it off you. I hear a delicious ripping sound, and end up with the skirt round your hips. Short, and tight. what a slut you are.

My cock hurts. Trapped in my jeans, rock hard, yearning for release inside you - I can already feel the sweet yielding of your pussy as I take you. You're looking up at me now, one arm covering your breasts, the other trying to hike your skirt up again. But it's way too late for that, and you know it. I firmly grip your skirt with both hands, and tear it completely off you. Pure animal lust - I can barely control myself now. If I don't have you soon I can't be held responsible.

You seize the moment and roll off the bed, trying to make a dash for the door. I don't know why you bother. It's not like we haven't been through this dozens of times before. You know I'll catch you eventually.

This time, you don't even make it out of the bedroom - I grab your arm as you get up, just above the elbow.

I manage to brace myself well enough to drag you back towards the bed in a single motion, yanking your body backwards and lifting your feet clear off the floor. You land awkwardly on the bed, more shocked than anything - you were accelerating towards the door one second and flat on your back on your bed the next.

Flat on your back is your best position anyway. Enough foreplay - don't think I don't enjoy this, but I can't hold myself back any longer. Practically naked, flushed, breathing hard, breasts still bouncing, that delicious fear in your eyes. Mixed with that little look that you still can't admit to yourself is arousal. You want it, you just don't realize. No matter how many times we do this.

Now my favorite part. Your knees are up to your chest, pressed together. If I want your delicious soft center between your thighs I'm going to have to pry you open. I don't think you realize how much I enjoy it, though. Almost as much as feeling myself finally slip inside you. My strength against your weakness. I pull your knees open, slowly, one hand on each knee, feeling you struggle - your muscles fighting mine. Tears in your eyes, begging again - pleading with me not to do it. If I could stop now, I would, but after the foreplay, I need release.

I can't hear anything but the blood pounding in my head, anyway. And the sweet smell of your sticky, wet, tight gem. This is your problem. As much as you beg and plead for me to stop, your body is begging for me to keep going.

My nose fills with your scent as I press your knees to the bed, opening you up completely. Just feeling you struggle against me, trying in vain to close yourself to me again drives me crazy. My cock is already covered in precum, dripping and oozing. My entire body is electric, just waiting for release - to take you and use you and make you enjoy it.

My body shakes as my cock slide against your pussy lips. Your eyes are filled with tears. But in a few short minutes - just like every other time, you'll be grinding against me, moaning, whimpering. Sighing 'no, stop.... please!', even as your pussy drips more juice and you coat my hips with proof that you're enjoying it.

Finally. Looking deep in your eyes, still holding your legs opens, I push the head of my cock against you. After the briefest moment of resistance, you finally yield entirely, and I slide as deep as I can inside you, till I can feel your wetness tickles my balls. You're still whimpering, crying now, but I can tell you've been aching for it, as much as I have - even if you don't realize it right now. But you will soon - just like last time.

My hips are pounding yours now - sheer, raw animal aggression. Weeks of frustration built up - I'd tried to stay away, honestly, but just seeing out and about around town, on campus, in class, showing off your body to me like that - you clearly were ready for another fucking. Why else would you tease me like that? But you're gonna make cum so quickly - no matter - the second time is always the best anyway.

It just shows how hot you make me, how much you drive me crazy that I have to have you. And I can't control myself once I've got you - for all that foreplay, I take less than 30 seconds till my entire body shudders and jerks like a rag-doll, pumping wad after wad after wad of my precious cum inside you. That look in your eyes as I cum. I can tell you enjoyed it, even with those tears running down your cheeks. Why else would you get on your knees to suck me off ? You like tasting yourself on me. You like showing off how much I filled you up with. I'm hard again even as I'm pulling out of you just thinking about it.

I watch my cum flood down between your thighs as I hold your head to my hips to suck me hard again. Such a soft, wet mouth - my expert little cocksucker. I don't know why you're still crying when you clearly are enjoying it. Pretty soon you'll be on your back again, pretending to want to close your legs as I return the favor and lick you clean like last time.

Just feeling you twitch and whimper, whispering 'no... please...god, don't..... haven't you had me enough already?' makes my sore, aching cock hard again. Feeling you push back against me, or try to shift away so that I can pin you down and pull your hips back towards me... You taste so good, so slick and wet.

And I know you love it. I can tell from that look in your eyes and the quiver in your voice, and the twitch and jerk of your hips. You love my tongue. Don't even try to pretend that you don't. You can't fool me...

Lindsey - I've got $500 for you if you want it.

2010-04-09T15:44:00.000-07:00

So, Lindsey is continuing her downward spiral. Reports (from the highly reputable TMZ of course) say that she's having problems paying rent and is continually falling over drunk or out of cabs. Anyway, she's eventually going to have to release a sex tape or start doing nudes. She's too far gone for Playboy, so I suspect she may go straight to Penthouse.

Or maybe Hustler.

Anyway, I expect that she'll eventually have no choice but to start standing on street corners. Though if she's got any sense left at all, she'll post on Backpage or Cityvibe rather than actually start walking the streets. But when she does, I'm officially announcing that I'm first in line.

And I'm offering $500 for an hour with her. I know she's famous and I did watch 'Mean Girls' with my cock in my hand, but that same amount of cash could get me 2 hours with Sarah Blake.

Yes, I know Sarah says she 'doesn't do anything illegal', but she has to say that. I'm sure for enough money behind closed doors, I could convince someone who fucks for a living on camera, to spread her legs (after opening her mouth) for me.

Plus, people would actually be envious of me if I told them I fucked Sarah. If I told someone I fucked Lindsey Lohan they would laugh at me.

So, you heard it here first. If you need money Lindsey, get in touch. I'm doing this for you, not for me. Clearly you need to make rent more than I need to be mocked (or get herpes).

$500. For just an hour.

You gotta pay the rent, right?

By the way, this photo below is what she'll look like walking into my hotel room.

Now that I think about it, who's to say she's not already started? I still call first in line, though.

Thanks, Mr. Hyde!

2010-02-24T22:22:00.000-08:00

Don't know if you made it, or found it somewhere, but thanks for the pic, Mr. Hyde!

"I Hate you".... part 3?

2010-01-28T19:43:00.000-08:00

Hey babe.

So I'm glad you're back. And I'm glad you enjoyed your story. And you're right - I would never be able to break you that easily. And you know what - part of why you turn me on so much is because the harder and rougher I get, the more you like it. I haven't found anything - yet - that you think is 'too much'. Which only means that I get rougher, and harder, and more aggressive.

So imagine you were this brunette in the picture above. Except that you were hanging from your wrists and your entire weight was being borne on that dildo buried in your pussy. Which was bent at a painful angle and slowly rotating inside you - reaming you out.

You know, those machines need to be delicately and carefully balanced in order to not hurt the slut impaled on it. So imagine what an unbalanced, roughly bent home-made fucking machine would feel like?

Before we started chatting, I didn't even know that thought of a girl spitting in my face and cursing me out - while I'm fucking her as hard as I can - would be something that turns me on. Nor did I realize how much the idea of tying you up and hurting you just to see you flinch would also be such a turn on. And I would tie your legs open so you can't stop me - I would run my fingers along the insides of your thighs, just to trigger your reflexes, and watch your struggle helplessly. They say anticipation is half the fun - anticipation of pain is probably just as bad as the pain itself.

So watch out. I've gotten nastier (have you read my 'Ashley's Show' stories?) And my cock may only last so long, but there are other things I can use to keep going. This isn't sex we're talking about - more like sexual torture. Which only you inspire me to - I wouldn't be anywhere near as aggressive with anyone else.

So now imagine this blonde on her knees here. Imagine me gripping that long pole with both hands and ramming and twisting it as hard as I can inside her. That's the sort of thing you're gonna from me. That won't be an expression of pleasure on your face, but of pain. Which I'm already getting hard thinking about...

With you, all the safety switches are off. You're gonna get it as hard as I can possibly give it to you - with blunt, heavy, improvised tools. I know I can push you harder and further than I could possibly push anyone else - which is very dangerous, but also incredibly hot. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I may not break you, you're right - but I will definitely bend you. And you won't be the same again afterwards...

American Beauty. I so would have.

2010-01-26T19:50:00.000-08:00

I'm sure most of you have seen 'American Beauty' by now. And you'll have seen the scene where Kevin Spacey's character decides not to seduce (or be seduced by) Mena Suvari's high school cheerleader.

Now, I realize that I'm missing the whole point of the movie, but I were in his shoes, I totally would have. Sure, she's a virgin, but she's gonna lose it eventually, right? And if not to him, them to some college fratboy who promises her he'll pull out, that she won't get pregnant, who doesn't know what foreplay is, let alone a clitoris.

There's no reason why he couldn't have at least gently sucked on her nipples, or perhaps shown her the pleasures of getting her pussy licked, or borrowed his bitchy wife's sex toys and introduced her to the pleasures of vibration. Probably made her cum a few times. All without popping her cherry, but at least gently introducing her to her own sexuality.

Perhaps they could have fooled around for a few weeks, letting her go as far she wanted, but still enjoying herself even if she kept her virtue. And if he then decides not to make a woman of her, at least she has an better understanding of her body and herself and will be able to offer gentle hints to the boy who she finally decides to give it up to. She might actually enjoy her first time!

Yes readers, sex doesn't always have to be ultra-violent and degrading - at least not to start with.

Anyway, I was amused by that scene when I saw it. Perhaps it was a way of getting purportedly 'underage' breasts on screen while still maintaining a moral high ground.

Unfortunately, this is why I'm not allowed near high schools any more.

Well, that's what my parole officer tells me.

The Breaking of Amanda (pt 2)

2009-12-17T18:33:00.000-08:00

John turned on the device, and Amanda's entire body stffened as she felt the object turning slowly inside her. It was pretty deep inside her, bent at a 'L' shape at the end, and she felt like it was being literally drilled into her. She bit her lip and tried to keep calm, but the object kept twisting round and round inside her. She was scared - she didn't know how much of this she would be able to take, and she didn't know how powerful the device was - she hadn't seen it before John rammed it inside her.

"OK, that's the lowest setting". John's words made Amanda jump with shock. She felt the object turning round faster. She could hear the whirl of the motor. Her pussy was numb from the cold, but it still hurt. She felt like she was impaled, pinned down, even more helpless than before. She could hear John talking, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. Her pussy was burning now - she was being roughly hammered and torn up by whatever John was using on her... her entire body was shaking, she was gritting her teeth to help her endure it. She could smell the ionized air of the motor, hear it griding inside her - she felt like she was being torn apart from the inside... John was laughing at her, smirking at her as she clenched her fists and gritting her teeth in useless defiance. She could hear someone moaning and groaning and with a shock realized it was her own voice. She looked up at John and saw that he was enjoying himself - his cock was hard, he had a look of satisfied lust in his eyes - he was finally getting off.

Getting off on hurting her. Really hurting her. Amanda didn't honestly know how much more she could take, but she also knew that John would just keep going long after she begged him to stop, just to watch her reaction. She was terrified - she knew then that he was going to make her hurt - badly. He would take her as far as she could go, and then push her over the edge. She realized now what he had said - that the longer it took to break her, the more painful it would be. Despite herself, she began to sob, tears rolling down her cheeks, even her entire body shuddered and trembled with the force of the vibrations from John's device.

Suddenly, the pain stopped.

John has switched off the device, and rolled Amanda onto her back. She was weak, covered in sweat, lube and pussy juice, still trembling, terrified. She looked up at him, trying to regain her composure, but she knew it was too late. She didn't want John to start up the device again. John slowly began to pull it out of her, and Amanda realized she still hadn't seen what he had been using.

She felt him pull out the object, and looked down. With horror she saw he was using a powerdrill! It was attached to something that disappeared inside her, slowly coming into view as John slid it out.

John held it up with a smirk. A powerdrill, with a sawn-off golf club clamped in it! It was about 12 inches long, bent in the middle - obviously where John had hammered it. He smirked and pressed the power button on the drill. showing Amanda what it had been doing inside her. It spun round, making the entire drill wobble and vibrate because of the bend in the shaft. It was spinning rapidly, and violently.

John laughed. "You only got 25% of full power, sweetheart... I just wanted to show you before I put it back inside you - and work up to 50%

Amanda tried to squirm away, but she couldn't easily get up of the couch. John roughly opened her legs again and shoved the golf club inside her. She didn't even realize that she'd started screaming until she she saw how much John was grinning. She was sobbng and crying, begging him not to to put it back inside her. Now that she knew what it was, she knew how much it would hurt even before it went back inside, and she knew she wouldn't be able to take it.

John was enjoying himself. Amanda was crying and sobbing, squealing, desperately trying to get away from him. Her face was streaked with tears, She wasn't even making sense - barely getting out words or sentences. He grinned and let her beg him for a while longer.

"Puh..please.. n-no,, stop. I can't. I CAN'T. No. Don't....please. Anything, I'll do anything... any-no, please don't... please, for the love of god. I'm begging, please, no more... hurts.... so much...oh.nuh..nu-nu-nuh... please!!"

She was mumbling and sobbing. John thought that she might even have peed herself while he was pretending to shove the golf club back inside her. He couldn't believe how turned on he was - it had been so long since he had to do so much work to break one of his 'girlfriends' down that he hadn't forgotten how much fun it was. It was like this whole thing was foreplay for him, he realized - and he had gone so long without it, he'd forgotten how much it added to the whole experience. He was more turned on that he could remember - apart from when Krissy had him wrapped round her little finger, that little slut - and he knew he wouldn't last more than 10 seconds inside her. But what to do?

Amanda was still sobbing to herself, staring up at the ceiling, miles away - her body shuddering and trembling with fear - she didn't know where she was, or where she was going. She knew she couldn't take any more, she knew that John enjoyed hurting her, but she just didn't know how it would end - she just wanted it to stop, but she knew it wouldn't. Tied up, legs open totally humiliated - her stoic approach had almost worked she felt, but he had just worn her down and now that he had punched through her defenses. She didn't know when he would stop, or what sort of person she would be once he finally got down. She was that scared, and felt that helpless and vulnerable. She thought she might have peed herself but couldn't even tell...

John knelt down between Amanda's legs to get a better look at how wet she was. Her pussy was swollen and juicy, her clit bulging out. He began to tease her pussy with his fingers, running his thumb over her clit and sliding three fingers inside her. She didn't even clench or gasp like she used to, John noted to himself. But as he started to rub her pussy more, he could tell she was reaching differently than before. She was immediately wetter - he could feel it and smell it - it was like her pussy had just flooded. He began grinding his thumb on her clit a little harder, squeezing it, letting it slide away from his pressure, teasing it gently with his thumbnail. Amanda continued to get wetter and wetter, juice slowly sliding down from her pussy lips, although she didn't say anything.

"You like this, you dirty bitch?" John snarled at her, as she lay on her side on the couch. She didn't respond, so he grabbed her neck and asked her again.

"No... no, please stop!" she whisperred in response.

"Your pussy wants me to keep going though, it seems!" John responded. As he began to rub her clit again, he was rewarded with a fresh stream of wetness seeping out from her pussy. Amanda didn't say anything but shifted her hips away from him slightly.

"You're not going anywhere!" John laughed at her. He didn't know why, but she was clearly responding to having her pussy rubbed - she knew it, and was trying to avoid it - which of course meant that John wanted to keep going. As she shifted away, he slid her over on the couch so he could sit down, and held her hips firm with one hand as he began rubbing her again with the other. There was no denying it - the little slut loved it - even though she kept moaning and whimpering for him to stop. Pretty soon, her juices were tickling his wrist as he continued to stimulate her.

Amanda had always enjoyed being rubbed. She didn't know why, but it got her off very quickly. She could even get off by being rubbed through her jeans. One boyfriend in particular had used to tease her buy surreptitiously rubbing her while they were out in public - under the table at a restaurant, for example, and making her cum in her panties. He would keep making her cum, so that by the time she got home, she had to peel her sticky damp panties off. And then he would fuck her brains out.

She knew it was going to happen, as soon as John started rubbing her. She could feel it. Even tied up, sore, brutalized, battered, shaken and bruised, it was like she had been so well trained that her body responded despite herself. She could feel her pussy flood, and she knew that John would pick up on it. But she hoped that she could perhaps stop herself cumming. She tensed her body, clenching her muscles, trying to fight back as John continued to grin at her, pinning her down so she couldn't move. He'd occasionally stop to lick his fingers before getting right back to grinding her clit and pussy lips with his tongue. He could tell she was responding, but she was damned if she was going to cum for him!

She gritted her teeth, keeping her body tense and tight. Looked directly at him - tried to focus on how much she hated him for everything he had done to her, and remembered how much pain he had put her through. She remembered thinking that she might even die from being reamed out with the golf club - it hurt so much that she just didn't know if her body could take it. She remembered the helplessness, the vulnerability of being subject to whatever took his fancy, and being powerless to stop it - screaming so loudly and angrily as he raped her ass for the first time that he had had to stuff her mouth with her panties just to keep her quiet. And how horrible she felt afterwards - totally worthless, like she was just nothing.

It didn't help.

She could still feel herself responding to his touch. She could smell herself and how turned on she was. She still tried to fight back, clenching and tensing her body to stop herself, but she knew it was going to happen anyway. She tried focusing on how much she hated him, how scared and terrified she felt, but as John continued to grind her clit, her pussy responded to his touch. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her and rubbed her swollen, dripping clit with the base of his thumb agains the outside of his palm. On instinct, he reached out and tweaked one of Amanda's nipples - hard.

She couldn't stop herself, and she hated him for it. But she hated herself for it, too. The pressure was just too much - despite the fact that her entire body was clenched, and she was fighting it as hard as she could, it overwhelmed her. An orgasm of shame and humiliation. Waves of degrading pleasure lapped at her. Her entire body shuddered and trembled. She felt like her pussy was gushing cum and juice. Each twinge and shudder deepend her shame. She had fought so hard, endured so much, only to be betrayed by her own body. Her teeth were gritted, back arched, and she surrendered to him completely. It went for ages - she had fought back so much, that the feeling had built up in her more than usual, till they engulfed her, and consumed her.

If she hadn't fought so much, perhaps she would have been able to deal with it better. But she wasn't the same after that. He had violated her, painfully mercilessly, purely for his own enjoyment. Until then, she felt like she was still complete, body and mind as one. But as her orgasm finaly subsided, and she slumped back on the couch, still leaking cum from her pussy lips, she felt like her body wasn't her own. He had reached inside her emotionally and violated her in a way that went further than a simple cock in a pussy, no matter how painful or traumatic that was. Despite all that she had been through, how emotionally raped she felt, her pussy had still responded to his touch. She hated herself, and her own sexuality for it. She felt like her body had betrayed her mind. And since she had almost traumatized herself again by focusing on everything he had done to her it an attempt to stop her orgasm, the rift between her body and mind felt even greater.

Of course, she didn't figure all of this out until year later. After she had done many more degrading and humiliating things to herself - and let things be done to her - subconsciously acting on her self-loathing.

But for now, she didn't even feel John slurping and licking her cum out from between her legs. She didn't even remember how much longer he kept her for, nor how many more times he fucked her. She vaguely remembered getting out of his car outside her house, and feeling his cum running down the inside of her thighs as she put her key in the front door. But she had stopped fighting him, or resisting his assaults long before that happened. Or even keeping track of them.

Why should she bother any more? It wouldn't make any difference now.

The Breaking of Amanda (pt 1)

2009-12-17T18:05:00.000-08:00

"If it was up to me, I would have tossed you out ages ago. I'm bored with you now. I've had enough with skinny little flat chested spinners. I can only throw you around and slam you into the wall so many times before I start to want something else."

Amanda shivered and didn't say a word. She hung her head to hid her face. Bored?! After all he had done? She'd been tied up in his basement for... for.. she didn't even know how long for. Stripped naked. Used. Brutally, savagely fucked. Pussy & ass. She was covered in his cum, dried flecks and splashes on her tits, face, and hair. He had jerked off over her, emptying his balls before fucking her, so he could spend longer inside her - driving his hips into hers with gritted teeth. Her pussy & ass burned, but she had managed to maintain her dignity - and her sanity - by not showing distress. Putting on a stoic face, remaining as quiet and reserved while he raped her was how she had survived - giving him as little pleasure as possible. In fact she'd had almost managed to fight him off when he first grabbed her - those self defense classes had definitely helped, but he had picked his moment too well - she was wearing a short skirt & heels - not the best outfit for karate.

But she kicked him hard in the stomach before he took her down. She didn't know how much it helped though, because he beat the stuffing out of her once he got her back to his basement. Stripped her naked, bound her wrists behind her back and punched her in the stomach and slapped her around - just to watch her fall down, he said. But each time he picked her up off the floor just to knock her down again, she knew she had hurt him - and got under his skin. He was angry, lashing out. After he had finally got tired, and left her slumped on the floor in the dark, still tied at the wrists and locked in for good measure, that thought comforted her. She wasn't going down without a fight. Perhaps if he was bored with her, that wasn't so bad, either. He was obviously the kind of sicko who wanted her to scream and beg and cry in order to get his kicks. So if he was getting bored, she was holding her own...

John continued "Man, I would love a brunette doe-eyed 8-and-a-half-month preggo cutie right now. I love preggo chicks. Just threaten their baby and they'll do anything you ask. I once tied up a woman and told her I was gonna cut her baby out of her... she peed herself when I ran a carving knife over her tummy.

God that was hot. I took her out to a biker bar later that night and she sucked every cock and licked every pussy in that place, though. Didn't even shed a tear. It pretty hot to see what she would do to protect her baby... The look in her eyes when I would slap her tummy was so hot - she was so petrified, I could feel my cock stiffening just looking at her. And I was already rock hard to begin with...."

John drifted off, staring into space. Amanda was lying on the couch, still slightly bruised, exhausted, sore & covered in dried cum, looking up at him. He was a sicko, she thought to herself. And she was stuck her with him. She had always thought that he would eventually tire of her and let her and let her go - now she wasn't so sure.

John looked down at her and smirked. By this time he usually would have dumped her unconscious body outside a hospital or (more likely) just scared her shitless and let her go. But she was different. She had taken everything he could throw at her, with barely a reaction. No screaming, no begging, no crying. Where was the fun in that? As he pounded her pussy as hard as he could, she just lay there, occasionally wincing, but not saying a word. He could tell that he was hurting her, but she wasn't reacting much at all... As much as he wanted to find someone else for some fun, he didn't want to let this girl go until he had broken through her tough exterior. For no other reason aside from the fact that she was less likely to cause trouble for him later that way..... hmmm, he thought to himself. Perhaps that was an angle he could use....

"Hey." he said softly, lowering his voice as he slapped her hard across the face, to snap her out of her daze.

"I imagine that you want me to let you go eventually, right? You don't want to be trapped down here forever, right?"

"Whatever" she shrugged back at him.

Damn, she wasn't gonna make this easy, was she?

"Well, I'm either gonna have to kill you or let you go, right?" John hated bringing that up - he would quite happily rape a girl until she was half insane but never wanted to permanently harm them.

"Whatever. do what you want. It's not like what I say is even going to make a difference"

John's cock stiffened, despite himself. Total submission. Well, at least her words. Her body language and attitude said complete defiance. Well, he would change that.

"Well, I'm gonna wanna get rid of you eventually" John continued. "As special as you think your pussy & asshole are, there are thousands of others out there that are twice as tight and twice as wet. But I can't get rid of you till I know you're not gonna cause me any trouble. And the only way I can do that is to show you what would happen if you did. The problem with you is that most girls have normally cracked by now. I know I won't have any problems with a girl when I can let her suck my cock without worrying about her biting me.

It's almost like training an animal. But I don't know if I'll ever get you to that state. But I'm gonna try anyway. The sad thing is, that it's gonna hurt longer and more deeply, just cos you're so tough. I'm gonna have to take it to a level that I've never taken it before.... and I don't know what's gonna happen. Either you'll break before it's too late, or..... well, I just don't know..."

John studied Amanda's expression intently. Not much of a reaction, but he could see a hint of fear in her eyes, for the first time.

Oh god, he thought. This was gonna be good.

Amanda watched John walk over to the freezer in the corner of his basement. She was trying to hide her fear, but she was sure that he had realized. She had been wondering what was in the freezer, and was particularly worried about the toolbench and vice in the corner as well. Her pussy was still sore - she had trouble walking because her asshole was burning as well. She shivered involuntarily - perhaps taking the defiant approach had backfired? She knew that she couldn't take too much more - it was just a question of how much he was going to subject her to. Hopefully she could keep it together long enough for him to get bored? He had already fucked her as hard as he could - she could tell by the slightly disappointed look in his eyes that had given as much as he could but she had managed to endure it - surely it couldn't be that bad?

"Oh, and in case you were wondering" said John over his shoulder as he opened the freezer door "since it seems that you can take everything I can dish out, it looks like I'm going to have to get some help"

"Shit!" thought Amanda.

John closed the freezer door and walked over to the vice. Amanda couldn't see what he was doing, but he tightened something in the vice and began hitting it with a hammer. After a few moments, he stopped, and walked over to the couch where Amanda was lying. He grabbed her by the hair and made her get up off the couch, walking her round to the back. He roughly threw her over the back of the couch so her face was down in the cushions, and her ass was up in the air.

"Don't move" John growled.

He walked over to the bench and came back. Amanda felt his hand grip her ass and suddenly felt an icy touch on her pussy. She tried to squirm away, but he held her down and roughly penetrated her, rubbing a freezing cold liquid all over her pussy, and all the way inside.

"Chilled KY" John smirked. "You'll thank me later".

Amanda tried not to squeal. Her pussy felt numb from the cold. She couldn't tell what John was going to do to her, and was scared - it felt like he was pulling out all the stops. And she still couldn't see what he had been hammering!

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" John smirked. He didn't wait for an answer - Amanda felt something cold and hard rubbing up against her pussy lips. She tried to fight back as she felt the object push her pussy lips open and slip half way inside her. She was still on her stomach, bent over the couch, but she wriggled around to try to shake the object out.

"You crack me up, still" John laughed. "We both know you're not going to be able to escape this but you still try. It's cute"

Amanda felt the object push further inside her. It was hard, ice cold, and oddly shaped - a thick, wide angular head, but much thinner along the shaft. She gritted her teeth as she felt it push deeper inside her. John grunted too and she felt the object bore its way into her. She gasped a little, but stifled her reaction. John pushed harder, making her wince - she felt like she was been reamed out, painfully and roughly. John grabbed her head by her hair and pulled her back so that he could see her face. With one hand he shoved the object as deep inside her as he could get it, watching her reaction with a smile with the other. Amanda's eyes watered, but she said nothing.

"I know this hurts. You don't need to say anything. Just remember that the more it hurts, the hurt I'll enjoy it. And I haven't even turned it on yet."

A chill ran down Amanda's spine. Her face must have given something away, despite herself, as John's smile broadened.

"Yes, I thought that might get a reaction. I'm going to start it on low power at first, and then we're just going to keep turning it up until you tell me to stop, or it tears you apart. It's your call, babe. Cos as tough as you are, I know this little gadget is tougher. Way tougher. But I'm gonna enjoy watching you fight it."...

Hostessing at Tennessee

2009-12-11T16:39:00.001-08:00

So, I'm sure you've seen the 'scandal' surrounding Tennessee's use of 'hostesses' to aid in college football recruiting. I love how it illustrates the double standard (perhaps 'double standard' is too strong a term, but still). It's this:

The guys all want to fuck the girls. They (of course) know it. The coaches, and program directors all know it. The girls know it, of course. But no-one's saying it, (of course) - nor even alluding to it. There are strict guidelines as to conduct, as to what the girls are allowed to say and do - fair enough. But every coach will say his girls are the 'prettiest', if asked though 'it's not just about looks'. I suppose it's no different from using women to sell things to men, which happens everywhere, but when it's done within the context of a wholesome family friendly college football program the maneuvering is fun to watch. The whole concept walks very close to the line while being absolutely sure not to cross it.

Having said all that, this article in True / Slant does pretty much hit the nail on the head, right in the title:

"College Football ‘Hostesses’ are Sex Bait to Lure Top Recruits"

Of course the girls aren't dates, and I'm sure they don't do anything inappropriate, but the potential recruit can always hope, right? Maybe I'm being too heavy handed about this, but it reminds me of 'private dances' in strip clubs. Nothing explicit is ever said, but you expect that you're gonna get a little more than just a dance, don't you? (For the record, I have never gotten a 'private dance' - strip club are generally the worst places to spend money in order to get laid)

No-one should be surprised by these sorts of things, and I wouldn't be surprised if there is actual inappropriate behavior going on that we don't heard about (my suggestion to coaches - hire hookers. Much less likely to talk, and more easy to discredit if they do).

In the meantime, just remember that everyone wants to fuck the All-American highschool sweetheart girl-next-door. And she wants to get fucked (and fuck) too.

Just don't mention it to anyone. Think of the children!

More things that shouldn't turn me on...

2009-12-04T13:37:00.000-08:00

Now, in my defense, I don't go around looking for these kind of things, I just go about my day, browsing the web, wasting my time until I come across something relatively harmless and ten seconds later I discover I've got a massive hard-on...

Pretty girl in what looks like underwear, an open hand slap to the face - long, luscious legs, high heels (which I'm a sucker for), and she almost looks like she's enjoying it. There is definitely some overlap between a 'please stop it hurts' and 'oh my god I'm going to cum' expression.

Plus she's already got her legs open. You can imagine her exact same pose, a few frames later (or in a different context), as she's getting eaten out by her boyfriend, moaning in pure estasy...