1. It's Not Rape If You Enjoy It


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Bondage and restriction, Oral Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Spanking, Virginity, Author: Terminix, Rating: 79.3, Source: sexstories.com

    It was 1:00 am in London, and I was returning from a friend’s house partying late. I was a a 5'3 brunette weighing around 115 lbs. With piercing blue eyes, long legs, smooth, tanned skin, a pair of firm, perky breasts and a slim hourglass figure, I was considered very attractive. Over the course of the night, I had drunk around five shots, which I was beginning to regret. The alcohol clogged my senses and I was unable to see a thing, due to the effects of the alcohol combined with the pitch black night, illuminated only faintly by the flickering streetlights. Under normal circumstances, I would not be walking on the streets of the city at this dark time of night, but my judgement was too clouded with booze to care. As I stumbled along the empty sidewalk, I heard faint steps close behind me. I turned around, but could see nobody. “The drinks messing with your head,” I told myself. A shiver ran down my spine, and as I trembled, a hand grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into a dark alley while clamping his hand over my mouth. I tried to scream for help, but it came out as a muffled yelp through my attacker’s hand. A sheet of cloth was forced into my face, and I was forced to inhale its pungent odor. I collapsed soundlessly into my attacker’s arms and drifted into unconsciousness. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up, and immediately noticed that the effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off. I was able to ...
    think clearly, but could still feel the drinks at the back of my head. I was lying stark naked, arms and legs tied to the bed. I struggled against my bindings, but they were expertly tied and resistance was futile. I lifted my head and looked around the room. There was a camera in the corner watching me. My clothes, coat, and purse were lying on a table nearby. Beyond the window, the night was still black and uninviting. A tall man walked in. The first thing I noticed was his young and arguably handsome face. He had black hair, brown eyes, tall and muscular, and dressed in a tuxedo, he was the type of man that would be swarmed by women wherever he went. “This is my kidnapper?” I wondered. From my capture and position, I already knew what he desired. He wanted what all men wanted: to use me. My attacker unzipped my purse and removed my wallet. Looking inside, he read, "Born in 1996, August 6th. Barely legal,” he smiled, eyeing me. I quivered in fear, thinking of what this perverted man planned to do to me. My capturer unzipped his pants to reveal his hard, massive cock. It stood at around 8 inches, and was extremely thick. He climbed onto the bed and placed his hips above my face, his dick dangling above my face in a 69 position. “Suck my cock like the good little bitch you are. I feel any teeth and I’ll knock them out. I had no choice but to open my mouth and accept his hard member. As he started fucking my face, one hand started fondling my breasts, twisting and rolling my ...
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