Nothing To Lose - Sex Stories

Nothing To Lose

... half assed apology? No. That’s not how this works, you dumb bitch. It’s gonna take a bit more than a pitiful ‘sorry’.”

He pulls me toward the couch, pushing me onto my back, forcing my legs open.

“Because that wasn’t enough for you.”

He then brings his hands to my pantyhose, gripping onto them and stretching them until they tear and lines himself up to my center. I’m scared. I thought I was just gonna blow him. I don’t wanna lose my virginity. Especially to him.

“James, wait!” I plead, “Stop! You don’t wanna do this. Please! Think about what you’re doing! I apologized, ok?! And surely everything I’ve done doesn’t warrant this, does it?! So please, don’t do this! Don’t do something you’ll regret down the line! Please! I’ll do anything else! I’ll choke on you until I pass out! I’ll let you beat the hell out of me! Anything! Just please don’t do this!”

He pauses for a moment. Did…did I change his mind? Is he gonna take me up on my offer? I mean, it’ll suck, but it’s worth it. But unfortunately, my false hope is just that: false. He gives me a sinister grin before thrusting his cock deep inside of me. The sudden action makes me cry. It hurts so much. And unfortunately, he doesn’t want me to have a single moment to adjust. He thrusts in and out of me with no remorse.

The only bit of solace I have is the fact that my saliva is used as lubrication to make this somewhat easier to handle. He then leans down to me, maintaining his thrusts and locking eye contact. I ...

... try pushing him back, but he grabs my wrists and pins them to the couch. I wanna go home. I hate this. I hate everything about this. I. Hate. You. I glare at him and his grin gets bigger. God, what a freak.

“You like that?” he groans out, “You like your step brother taking your virginity like this? I bet this is how you imagined it, isn’t it?”

“F-fuck you!” I respond through tears.

He starts thrusting into me harder, elevating the pain and causing me to cry even more,

“That wasn’t very nice,” he responds, “You’re gonna have to make it up to me by being a good girl and letting me flood you.”

What? No. NONONO! Before I can object, he wraps his hand around my throat, preventing me from saying anything. He then starts moving harder and faster, groaning louder and louder. Stop it! No! Fucking stop! Don’t do it! Please! Someone help me! Get him away from me! Somebody! Anybody! Please end this! Don’t let him do this to me!

He thrusts a few more times, letting out a final groan before pulling out of me, releasing my throat, and shooting his load on my clothes, spraying his cum on my skirt, shirt, and pantyhose. I’m frozen. I don’t know what I’m feeling more. Shock? Fear? Relief? I don’t know.

Now, it’s silent. Except for the sounds of both of us catching our breaths. I feel gross and used. I just wanna leave. I don’t wanna spend another second with this monster. I curl up and face away from him, letting my tears hit the cushion.

“Well,” I hear along with the ...