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Need someone to rape me and convince me that I'm enjoying it, really.
Touch and grope me until my cunt gets wet and drippy. Then point out that obviously it wouldn't get wet unless I was enjoying it. That it's all needy now because I'm such a desperate slut who wants to stretched around a cock.
Force your huge throbbing cock into my cunt, and make sure to tell me that you can feel me squeezing around it, my pussy greedily pulling it in. That if I really didn't want it, I wouldn't have let it fill me up so easily. But you can tell that my crying and struggling is just for show from how well I'm taking you.
Tell me it's not rape if I orgasm, because I'd only cum if it felt good, right? Then force me to cum again and again, squirting helplessly around your cock, even when I try so so hard not to cum from something like this.
Make me listen to the wet noises my pussy makes, and the moans and whispers that inevitably escape my mouth. Of course, you'd make sure to stop if I didn't like it! But clearly I do, because my body is making such slutty noises. Guess you need to keep going, since I like it so much.
Tell me you'll stop if I "pretend" to enjoy it. Make me beg for more and tell you how good it feels, how much I love your cock and I want your cum inside me. Then keep going anyway, because I really sounded like I wanted it, and you wouldn't want to deny me when I asked so nicely <3
want a big brother who will rub his cock against my panties and tell me it doesn’t count because it hasn’t slipped in. then one night, he can’t take it anymore and moves my panties aside to shove inside of me while covering my mouth so i don’t wake everybody else up. big brother calling me a good girl, telling me i’m taking it so well for him.
older brother who's older than you by a large amount because your parents decided to have another child again after raising him so good, older brother who's basically your father , older brother with salt n pepper hair , older brother who lets you come back to his land during the summer just because your parents said you're always whining about him leaving after visting saying "when's bubbie gonna be back??:((" , older brother whos weirdly maternal towards you even though you arent a baby anymore , older brother people confuse as your father , older brother who teaches you to kiss because hes been with so many people , older brother who lets you try giving him head so you learn to be a good girl and suck adult cock right , older brother who plays with your kiddo parts n gets so guilty bc ur supposed to be his little sister who hes supposed to take care of but you're just so cute and love him so much, who is he not to love you even more?
Big brother teasing you — touching your little parts, making you suck him and jerk him and make him come, showing you naughty videos of other boys. But he won't fuck you, no... He wants to keep you a pure atrocity.
My cute little hyno whore. She trained herself and had no idea. I bought her a clicker. I told her “Every time you're about to cum, click this twice, and then cum.” She obediently followed my instructions for months. On top of that, whenever we hung out, if she reached for her bong and took a hit, I would click once. Every time she reached for her bong: “click”
After a couple of months of her training, I tested her. We sat on the couch watching a show. I reached into my pocket for my device.
“Click”
She instinctively reached for her bong and took a hit. I let some time pass, and then tried again.
“Click”
Without a word, she reached over, sparked up and took another hit.
“Click”
Another hit.
“Click”
Another hit.
I let her relax for a bit, letting the herb make her brain nice and stupid for me.
I could tell she was so high at this point, the perfect opportunity to see how well she had trained herself.
“Click click”
She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan. I let her regain her composure before testing her again.
“Click click”
Another soft moan escaped her lips. Now I knew I had her under my control. Her brain belonged to me.
“Click”
Another hit from her bong, making her just a little bit dumber.
“Click click”
Her eyes rolled back as she came yet again.
Just as she finished cumming, I went again.
“Click click”
This time she was louder, almost unable to hold back, throwing her head back and moaning with pleasure.
Hmmm, I wonder just how many times I can make my pretty whore cum?
Oh my God someone train my stupid virgin pussy to stretch around anything for ur amusement. Tell me that I can only cum when you take my virginity and only ever rub my aching clit to get me wet.
Just pull me aside whenever and shove too many fingers into my drippy cunt. Make me stretch myself around giant dildos and mock me when my hole gapes after. Spend hours working me open so I can take beer bottles and baseball bats.
Laugh at my moans as my virgin cunt becomes more and more fucked out and loose, as my swollen gaping hole gets more gushy and drools even more every time it's stretched open. Bully me when my cunt adjusts so well to being stuffed full that im permanently wide open and soaking wet, my pussy can't tighten up even when I try.
And when I beg you to please finally fuck me and take my virginity, please finally let me cum. Tell me my gaping cunt is too disgusting and loose to even be worth fucking.
Ignore my crying and force me to hold my loose cunt wide open as you masturbate and cum into my fucked out useless hole, a pathetic cum dump that's not even worth your cock.
I do it because I knew I could never change who I am deep down, and I could never tell her about this rape kink that drives me. I love her, truly, in my own twisted way, and I want to keep this part of me alive, hidden inside our marriage like a secret fire.
When I first met her, I tried to change myself. I really did. I thought maybe with someone as sweet and caring as her, I could bury this urge, pretend to be the normal husband she deserved. But I couldn’t. The need built up inside me until it clawed its way out, demanding I act on it. Now, every night, I slip something into her drink, watch her eyes grow heavy as she drifts off to sleep.
Then I fuck her hard while she lies there still, her body limp under me. I fuck her stupid like that, pounding away until I cum inside her, and she never knows. That’s what gets me. Owning her completely without her consent, turning her into my personal fuck toy while she sleeps peacefully.
Normal sex is boring as hell.
We do it sometimes when she’s horny, her legs willingly spread for me. But it doesn’t feel the same. There’s no raw power in sliding my cock into her wet pussy when she’s begging for it. It’s bland, like eating the same meal every day.
Drugging her at night changes everything.
I plan it out, mix the sedative into her wine or her tea, sit there smiling at her across the table as she sips it down. By the time she’s in bed, knocked out, I’m rock hard. I strip her clothes off and ram into her. No foreplay, no gentleness, just forceful fucking until I empty my balls. It’s better than any vanilla bullshit, then she wakes up clueless the next morning.
There were times early on when I couldn’t hold back during our regular sex. I’d flip her over suddenly, pin her down, and fuck her rough, like I was raping her for real. I’d grab her wrists, slam my cock into her ass or her pussy, making her take it all. She fought back a little, and it scared her badly. She cried afterward, asked what was wrong with me, why I had to be so brutal. So I stopped.
Now I only ever fuck her gently when she’s awake, slow thrusts, soft kisses, gentle caresses to keep her happy. But I hate it. Vanilla sex is dead to me. It’s weak, it’s fake, it doesn’t feed the hunger. It’s like sipping water when you crave blood.
This kink, this need to rape, it’s who I am. I can’t switch it off.
It’s a different kind of release to own her body like it’s my property. I’m a gentle husband during the day, but at night, she’s mine to use. I love being cruel like that, unleashing my true self on her sleeping form.
Her body’s perfect. She has a porn-shaped figure I molded over the years with my touches. I treat her like a pocket pussy, a convenient warm hole for my cock to slide in, without a word from her. I enjoy the rape part so much because it’s complete domination. Mentally, I break her down without her knowing. She’s mine to drug, to fuck senseless, to fill with cum while her mind rests.
I get off on the secrecy, the risk, the way her body submits to me every time. I’ve done it hundreds of times now, and each one feels better than the last. I love how still she stays as I pound into her.
This is true power. I, the rapist husband, am getting away with it day after day.
I loved every second of slipping into her bed at night, knowing she was out because of what I gave her. I didn’t care how long it took to set up, either, because I savored the anticipation. I’d wait until she was deep asleep, then I’d climb on top, force her legs apart, and shove my cock inside her dry cunt. I loved the way her face stayed slack, no shock, no glaze of pain because she wasn’t awake to feel it.
But I pictured what her eyes would look like if she woke up mid-thrust. Perhaps wide with fear, pleading with me to stop. And it was all legal in my head, because she was my wife, my property. I think I damaged something in her over time, maybe her trust or her sense of safety, even if she couldn’t identify it. It was her spirit I was after, breaking it down piece by piece through these hidden rapes. I know I pushed it close a few times, when she twitched a little, and I had to freeze, cock buried deep, waiting for her to be still again.
