It's Not Rape If You Enjoy It - Sex Stories

It's Not Rape If You Enjoy It

... nipples with his experienced fingers. Another hand delivered a sharp slap on my ass, and I cried in pain. A tear rolled down my cheek and his dick slipped out of my mouth as I cried, “P-Please. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. This is rape.” He smirked and replied, “It’s not rape if you enjoy it.” I was mortified as I realized my young cunt was dripping with anticipation. How could my body want to be abused by this vile man when I didn't want it? His other hand drifted down towards my nether regions, and I struggled in an attempt to free myself. “You sick fucker,” I spat in his face. I was rewarded with a painful slap to the face. “I have complete control over you. Angering me will do nothing but bring you pain, because you are mine.” And that was exactly how I felt: helpless. Continuing his assault on my chest, another finger rubbed against the entrance to my wet pussy, causing me to involuntarily shudder with pleasure. Occasionally one hand would withdraw from its assault on my vulnerable body to smack my ass, giving me a burst of pleasure. As much as I hated to admit it, my sick kidnapper was pleasuring me in ways I had only fantasized. His assault on my face continued, and between thrusts I gasped for air. The musky aroma of his member overpowered my senses. I eagerly sucked on the large dick, which filled my mouth and stretched my jaw to the limit. Suddenly, the finger assaulting my cunt slipped in, and I moaned in pure bliss. Another finger joined the first and slowly ...

... slid in and in a rhythmic pace, brushing my clit with every thrust. His hand slowly sped up the assault, and before long I was screaming in the ecstasy of an intense orgasm. My kidnapper removed his hands from my body, and I shuddered at the lost of his touch. He positioned his hard cock at the entrance of my pussy and started rubbing the head in circles around my twat, eliciting soft mewls from me. Then, he gave me a hard slap across my ass and I yelped in pain. As he prepared to enter, I stopped him. “Wait, I’m a virgin,” I nervously admitted, fearfully gazing at his massive "Please go easy on me." He grinned, and with one swift movement, thrust his long, thick cock into my cunt, taking my cherry. His balls rested on my ass, and I cried in pain. “It hurts, please take it out,” I begged. My rapist did not listen to me, and gave me only a few moments to recover before he started slowly thrusting into me, his balls slapping my ass with every stroke. The pain quickly turned into pleasure, and he sped up his thrusts as I moaned like the slut I had become. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Fuck me! I'm yours, punish my sweet cunt as you see fit!" Never before had I felt so full, so good. I was in heaven. Nothing else in the world mattered to me, not the fact that I was being raped, not my personal troubles. All I cared about at the moment was his cock. The kidnapper withdrew his shaft from my abused pussy, and I whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. He untied one of my legs ...