The Rules of R@p€ - Sex Stories

The Rules of R@p€

... don't think she wanted my parents to find out how d***k she had gotten, so she wobbled, dizzly upstairs to bed. It was only around 11pm, and I knew my Parent's would be busy well after midnight. I waited a few minutes then I got my new Camcorder, slipped into Kim's room-- and locked the door. She was out cold. Her top was off, and her jeans were undone, but still on. I stripped her, I stripped her naked--completely naked. Then I filmed it. "C'mere slut, get those panties off and spread your legs for me. I wanna smell your pussy. Kim, KIM do you like it when I rub your clit? I want to fuck you so bad...but I can't risk it. Do you mind if I just suck these fat titties for awhile? I promise I'll lick your pussy good in a few minutes, but I want your tits now." It was fun talking to my s****r like that, and it made great audio for my little movie. Kim's nearly bald pussy tasted so sweet, I ate her for about a half hour. My face was slick with her juices. I kissed my big s****r all over, and even got film of me sucking her salty ass. I slipped out just before midnight and got my digital and polaroid cameras. I spread Kim wide and took dozens of pictures of her blonde, naked body. Finally I straddled her and began to tit-fuck those 34 Ds. I got several close-ups of my thick cum all over her tits and face. My favorite shot was when I plopped my fat 6 inch dick on her helpless mouth, while it was still oozing cum. Then I cleaned her up, sprayed lysol, and pulled her Jeans back on. I ...

... took my cameras and locked her door. Champagne (any alcohol really), 2 Percocet, and 1 Ambien (2 to be safe)--perfect. She never stirred, never suspected. I could have done anything I wanted to her. The next morning she just thought she had a hangover, she blamed it all on the alcohol. It is one of the primary rules of ****. If you can d**g the woman AFTER she begins drinking, she'll never suspect. That's how the Rules of **** really started. As I got older I began covering my victim's eyes with masking tape, just in case they somehow woke up. The pictures are a nice backup. If every, fucking thing goes wrong, and she finds out--you can still blackmail her. The first thing I did the morning after was upload her digital pics to an amateur, nude website I know. (Some people have asked for the address. Usually I say no, cuz you can see her face... if I get to know you maybe. The video is off limits though, cuz you can see me in the mirror.) I began to take one pill from my mom's Ambien bottle every month. My Dad was easy, he only had severe pain once or twice a year. Each time the Doctor just wrote a new Percocet Rx for 30 pills, no refills. I was able to swipe an expired bottle with about 22 pills in it to start my collection. I knew if I was careful, patient the opportunity to d**g a woman would come again. By then I had set my sights on Beth, and I would do more than take pictures. A lot more. Rule #5: Good Night, sl**p Tight. "Ok Beth we can try it, but we have to be back by ...