1. Cheater


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Rape, Violence, Written by women, Young, Author: xxwednesdayxxx, Rating: 67.2, Source: sexstories.com

    about me. I was out working all weekend and you were LITERALLY fucking around." He took his hand and dug his nails into my inner thigh, making me cry out, but not before I put my head in a pillow to muffle my cries and avoid any further punishment. He stuck his hand into my panties and jammed two fingers into my pussy harshly. "You little lying cunt." He said angrily. "I gave you everything." He tugged his shorts down, and pulled his cock out. "MAX I am so sorry I can't stay with you, please don't do this to me." I said in a very low voice. I felt like I probably deserved this. It was the least I could do after all he had done for me. I knew how he much wanted to destroy me in that moment. He was destroyed on the inside after all. I knew it and it was my fault. I felt him pull his knife out and open it, he put it at my throat. "After you say 'Yes Sir' when I'm done with this statement, I don't want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth or you will never say another word again. Do you understand me?" I was shaking like a leaf, and nodded frantically, "Y-yes sir." I replied as requested. He ran his knife down from my throat, lightly at first, then a little deeper along my chest and abdomen, actually drawing blood in a few spots, as he thrust himself inside me. As his hips hit me, he became a little lost in ecstacy and became a little clumsy with the knife, cutting me on my upper thigh when he slipped accidentally. I cried out accidentally, but, building with him ...
    building speed, he didn't seem to mind. He dropped the knife near my face and put his hand around my throat instead. His cock tore into me, I had never been less turned on in my life and it felt like he was literally ripping me open. With his left hand he reached down and violently moved my thigh aside so he could go deeper. I bit into my pillow and moaned, mainly from cramping up in my stomach. Max grabbed my throat and squeezed harder, starting to cut off oxygen now, and lifted me back into the position he had me in before. I cried as quietly as I could. "I wanted to marry you." His red beard scraped my upper back, and he laid his head down on me as he continued to thrust into me. "I wanted to raise children with you. And you gave all of that up, you selfish little bitch." I desperately reached behind my and tried to scratch his face, as I felt close to passing out from him choking me so hard. "No, no, that's fucking bad. Don't do that." He spoke to me like a child. Like he often did, condescendingly. "You'll make such a great single mom." He moaned. "Because you deserve to be alone. And this motherfucker won't stick around for you when my child is growing inside of you....fuck.. I am so close to cumming." He loosened his grip on my throat and took my hair in his hand again, yanking my head back to an incredibly uncomfortable position. I was so angry. He wouldn't dare. I spitefully spoke out, "I'll tell him it's his. And I will name her what we always planned if she's a girl." He ...