by Cherry Allen
"You like that, do you?" He pulled a little harder, making her arch up off the bed a little. Then he leaned over and took one into his mouth to suck hard and nip it with his teeth while he pulled and twisted the other.
Everything he did seemed to travel a straight line right to Alice's clit. His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers pressing against the crotch of her hose and panties.
"You're all wet," he said. "What a dirty girl you are, getting hot like this." He pulled her hose and panties down enough to get his fingers in her slit. "All wet and slick for me already. Fucking you is going to be fun, Alice." He pushed two fingers into her pussy and groaned. Alice arched a little, surprised at the sudden intrusion.
"You've got a tight little pussy, don't you? What about your ass, Alice. I'll bet you have a nice, tight ass, too." His pussy-slicked fingers slid back toward her asshole, making Alice clench up instinctively. It wasn’t that she didn't want this--she did! But it was new and she'd been taught for so long that it was wrong.
"Don't fight me, girl," he said. "Your sweet little ass is mine tonight."
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The Rape Fantasies #2
Maybe I’ve seen too many Love Boat reruns, but I expected that at some point during my vacation cruise I’d have a fun, sexy affair. Raised in a small community where everyone knew everyone else, I couldn't very well have such a fling. I’d have been the talk of the town. Lately, I’d been too busy working on my career to think about getting laid anyway.
Once on the cruise, I spent hours sitting by the pool in a barely-legal bikini, and made conversation with a dozen or more men. Their wives and girlfriends always showed up eventually, though. Didn't any single guys take cruises? I made eye contact with every handsome guy I saw, even crew members. I just wanted a little excitement with no strings attached, but no luck!
The prospect of going back to my 9 to 5 unfulfilled was really bringing me down. I was pretty bummed out as I went through customs on my way home. After I'd already been through the usual rigmarole and was on my way out, a handsome man approached me and said he needed to thoroughly inspect my bag.
"But I've just gone through, and everything was fine," I said.
"This is a special inspection." And he added that he could remove everything there in the open, in front of everyone, or we could go to a private place and he would inspect it there. "We'll handle the rest of your luggage. You do want to come . . . with me."
My stomach fluttered when he said it that way. This was The Club--my fantasy. It was my turn. Oh God. I looked behind me where I'd gone through customs. I could go back, and this man would disappear. I had the opportunity to change my mind. But I did want this. I had for years.
I nodded and let him lead me out to a waiting car. He sat in the back with me, very business-like. We were taken not too far away to a plain-looking, beige building. The man led me into a room that looked like every police interrogation room on every TV cop show I've ever seen: A table in the center with two chairs, and a one-way mirror along the wall. A small rolling cabinet and a file cabinet sat in one corner. The room was cool and smelled slightly of disinfectant.
Once he'd closed and locked the door, he gestured at the table. "Please open your bag here so I can inspect it."
I thought maybe he'd just ravish me the minute we were inside, but this was much better. This was the kind of realism I was hoping for. I opened my carry-on and took a step back. He picked through the contents carefully, then pulled out a small pink pouch. My toy bag. I could feel my face start to heat up. He pulled out my vibrator and stared at it.
“I’m sorry. I thought. . . .” He started to put it away, but then held it up and cocked his head, smiling. "How can I be sure it's not a weapon?" he said, sounding far too innocent. He thumbed a switch on the base, and the vibrator buzzed to life. "Sounds like it could be dangerous. Can you assure me that it's safe?"
The sound of the vibrator and the anticipation of what was coming made me unbelievably wet. "I promise it is?" I batted my eyelashes, and could barely believe I was playing along this way.
He flipped off the toy and shook his head. “I'm sorry, ma'am. Since I can't be absolutely sure of what this device is meant to do . . . I'm afraid you're going to have to submit to a very thorough strip search. This will involve a full cavity search. I suggest you cooperate and don't give me any reason to become suspicious."
He reached behind me and began unzipping my dress. I didn’t help him undress me because I was getting off on the idea that he was an authority figure, stripping me down. If this had ever really happened in an airport or anywhere, I’d have been devastated. But because it was my idea, oh Christ, I loved it.
If the bulge in the front of his pants was any indication, he loved it, too.
I crossed my arms over my chest, as if to hide my tits from his view when the top of my dress fell to my waist.
"Please don't," I begged, and took a step backwards. "I'm not hiding anything." The cool air rose gooseflesh on my arms, my nipples becoming tight little points behind my hands. Pretending I really didn’t want him to do it was an incredible turn-on, and had been a clear part of my fantasy, so I knew it wouldn't dissuade him
He pulled my arms away from my tits. "If you try to cover yourself, it only makes it look as if you've got something to hide. I have to inspect you thoroughly."
"But I can show you what that device is meant to do," I said, my arms covering my chest again, "and you'll see that--"
He grabbed my arms and pulled them away, spinning me as he did so to handcuff my wrists behind my back. I resisted a little, which made it seem even sexier.
"You've given me no choice but to restrain you," he said in a tight voice. "Now let me look at what you were trying to hide from me." He rubbed my tits and used his thumbs to flick my hard nipples. I yelped as he sucked one rubbery point into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth.
He had me gasping by the time he pushed my dress and underwear down and ordered me to step out of them. I shook my head and refused, pulling against the handcuffs and making my tits bounce a little.
"Step out of your clothes," he repeated. "Don't make me resort to disciplinary measures."
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The Rape Fantasies #3
The Club is an organization that provides fantasy fulfillment, with forced sex fantasies as its specialty. Each woman reveals her secret rape fantasies in a friendly, non-judgmental atmosphere, pays monthly dues, and gets to enjoy the stories of other women who have had their fantasies fulfilled. All of the women of The Club are assured that the people who help them fulfill their fantasies will be disease-free, wear condoms and be careful--as careful as the women want.
They can have it rough or tender, terrifying or comical. Be ravished by one man or several. One woman or several. A slow, forced fuck by a total stranger, or a group pawing at them in lust, taking them fast and hard.
Whatever their secret, darkest desires may be, The Club will deliver.
This is Mona's story.
***
I've always loved Halloween. I love the masks, the candy and how easy it is to be anonymous. But it's the monsters that do it for me. When I was younger, I saw a movie that had a ghoulish looking man peering through bushes at a girl who was taking her bikini top off. His mouth fell open and he licked his lips. Then he dashed out of the bushes after her. When she saw him coming, she screamed and it faded to black. I think all this was supposed to imply he was going to eat her.
I've never thought that was what he wanted.
I couldn't stop thinking about that movie, and the way he looked at her like she was the most desirable thing he'd seen. He looked so hungry, but I knew he wasn't after food. I used to fantasize tha
t he caught her and sucked on her tits while she screamed and tried to push him away. Then he tore her bikini bottoms off and tasted her there, before pulling out his big monster cock.
Just thinking about that gets me wet. I can't help it. The thought of her struggling to get away, with him holding her down and licking . . . licking . . . unable to stop it as he tongue-fucks her, getting her ready . . . .
I love the rest of Halloween, too. Answering the door and putting mini candy bars in little plastic pumpkins for a princess or wicked witch or ghost is big fun. But afterwards, I always end up in bed with a vibrator and an old monster movie as my treats instead of chocolates and popcorn balls.
Until last Halloween, when my vibrator never made it out of its little satin pouch. I got tricked and treated, and it was the best Halloween ever.
Lexie, one of the coordinators from The Club, had called earlier that evening to ask some basic questions and see if I'd like to come to a special meeting next week. She wanted to bring some papers over, but said I probably had plans or company since it was Halloween. I laughed and told her I didn't have company, and my plans were the same as every year. I had no idea that the call was really to find out if I was alone . . . .
***
"Trick or treat!" Three little voices shouted from the porch as I opened the door. A ghost, a ninja and a pirate with an eyepatch stood there holding out their little bags, their fathers behind them in full costumes that probably took a lot of time or money. One was a Frankenstein's Monster, one was a pretty convincing werewolf with a painted face and claws on his hands, and one was a mummy whose eyes were the only part that showed. I complimented all their costumes, and the little kids laughed while their dads nodded.
The kids ran to the next house, but the men stayed put. The werewolf held a big candy bag decorated with black cats and orange pumpkins.
"Aren't you a little old for Trick or Treating?" I laughed and dropped a handful of candy in to the bag. The mummy stepped forward, close enough that I had to step back. The other two turned around, probably making sure no one was watching.
"Hey, what--" I was pushed back inside by the advancing men. The mummy spun me and put a firm hand over my mouth.
Oh my god, this is it! I thought. My pussy went instantly hot, and my knees shook. I was scared, just from the surprise of it. I was in disbelief that it was really happening!
"Shhhh," was all the mummy said as he turned use back around to face the other two. The Monster turned out my porch light and locked the door. The werewolf lurched forward, dropping the candy bag, and fell to his knees in front of me, nuzzling my crotch with his nose and making sniffing, grunting noises. I pushed at his head instinctively--it was all happening so fast I felt overwhelmed--and struggled against the mummy's hand by trying to turn my head. He had me tight, though, and the Monster stomped over and grabbed my wrists. He easily moved them together, though I tried to struggle, and clasped them in one big hand. He held them up above my head and put a hand on my tit.
The werewolf's fingers were between my legs now, pushing up and rubbing even though I wore jeans. I was drenched by that point, and throbbing with an ache I'd never felt before. The mummy's arm around my waist tightened. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me from behind. I moaned then and the Monster grunted. God, I loved that. No conversation--monsters usually couldn't talk, after all. Just action and animal sounds, and fucking me good and hard--I hoped.
I thought he was going to unbutton my blouse, but he grunted again and ripped it open, the buttons clattering onto the floor. He grabbed the front of my bra and tugged a little, then yanked it up so the elastic was on top of my tits. It dug into me a little, but that only added to the thrill of the whole thing.
He tilted his head as if he really didn't know what he was looking at, then pulled and pinched my nipples with his big fingers, just enough to hurt. Every time I whimpered, he did something a little differently or switched nipples. When he leaned over and sucked one between his black lips, my whole body shuddered.
The werewolf growled and tugged my jeans down enough to nuzzle my panties, then made a desperate animal sound before pulling my jeans all the way off. He licked me, poking in with his tongue, right through my panties. I shouted against the mummy's hand at the jolt it sent through me. He ripped my panties down my legs and I almost came just from the excitement of it all. I whimpered when his hot tongue lapped at my clit . . . .
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Jesus, Sara was at it again.
I rubbed my hand down my face and turned away from the window. I knew I shouldn't be watching this. She was only eighteen, for God's sake, and probably had no idea that our bedroom window was directly across from hers. On the second floor, who really worries about someone seeing in?
Not her, apparently.
I never meant to be a Peeping Tom. I walked into my bedroom one night to strip off my suit and throw some sweats on to prepare for a night of TV and relaxation, and I didn't bother turning the light on. My eye caught some movement, and it turned out I could see directly into her bedroom, where she was dancing around in a bra and panties that barely covered anything. I knew I should have closed the curtains and gone in the other room.
But my God, she was hot. Her young, taut body jiggled just right as she bounced. Before she turned the light off, she took off her bra and tossed it in a hamper. Those young tits--how could I not look? If she'd been really young, I know I would have turned away and truly felt awful. But she's eighteen. What was the harm in me getting a delicious little glimpse?
Still, I vowed to talk to her dad the next day and just let him know that we have a direct view into her bedroom and that he might want to let her know to close her blinds, all without hinting that I saw her lean, beautiful body. By the next morning, I was so focused on work that I forgot all about it. That is, I forgot until I went to change that night, even later than before thanks to a meeting that went on forever.
There she was again, dancing and jiggling around in a little lace bra and a G-string. She was curvy in all the right places, not too skinny--I think women are supposed to have a little meat on their bones--and so incredibly gorgeous that I couldn't help myself. I reached into my pants as I watched her and brought myself off just before she finally turned out her light.
Not ten seconds later, Barb walked in and asked what I was doing. I said I thought I'd seen something in the yard. She thought maybe it was a stray cat that had been hanging around, and that maybe we should feed the poor thing. To say that I felt incredibly guilty and about two inches tall is an understatement. We've been married for about ten years, and I've never been unfaithful. Never even seriously considered it. I love Barb, and it just so happens that my wife is gorgeous and sexy. I don't need to go elsewhere, even if our sex life had been pretty predictable for a while. These things happen when you're busy as hell. I felt like a cheater, though, just for looking as much as I had. Even so, I couldn't get the sight of that young, voluptuous body out of my mind.
I made love to Barb that night in a way I hadn't in a while. She was impressed, and frankly so was I. I decided that maybe this little discovery wasn't such a bad thing. I started watching every night, and the girl started taking her bra off a little earlier before going to bed. There's nothing quite like eighteen-year-old titties bouncing as a young girl dances. It should be considered some kind of art form.
Almost every night I'd get so hard watching her, I'd have to stroke myself. And even after getting off that way, I'd make love to my wife who kept teasing me and asking me if I'd been slipping hard-on pills and not telling her about it. I'd tell her I just feel a little younger, and it's not entirely a lie. I gave up thinking I'd tell the neighbor to remind his daughter to close her blinds. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and was awfully good for my sex life.
Then, just as
I was getting used to my nightly peep show and jerk off, Sara's routine changed a little. She still danced around, and sometimes did a few exercises like jumping jacks or touching her toes, all right in line with her window so I have a perfect view. But then she started turning her main light off and going to bed, but turning on the bedside lamp. I didn't have a perfect view, but her bare knees moved, and her back arched so that I could see her tits rise up, and her arm moving faster and faster . . . .
I stopped bringing myself off while she'd dance. I started waiting until she was in her bed fingering herself, and I imagined it was me doing to it to her, her young body arching beneath me, her soft little gasps prompting me to lean down and kiss her pink mouth. Maybe it tasted like candy.
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Step-Daddy's Sex Slave #1
Amber was my step-daughter. Technically, I guess she still is, since her mother and I haven't officially divorced yet. I married her mother when Amber was a junior in high school. She immediately hated me, or at least the idea of me, so much that she went to live with her father and managed to avoid me as much as possible when she came to visit her mom. When she did have to speak to me, she did it in a smart-assed little tone.
I never expected her to call me Dad--she had a father. But it would have been nice if, just once, she didn't say my name with a snarl as if it tasted bad in her mouth, making it two syllables instead of one: Gray-egg.