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I pulled her pussy lips apart and just stared at how pretty and pink she was. “So fucking hot,” I growled and spat directly on her swollen, little clit and watched my saliva drip down her slit and toward her ass. Melanie inhaled sharply and shook her head, whispering, “No. I don’t want this.” I chuckled darkly. “Your body tells another story.” She gripped my head, ripping my ball cap off, and tried to push me away. But she was no match for my strength and how much I wanted to suck on her cunt. I wanted to make Melanie come all over my face. I wanted to force an orgasm from her so she cried and hated herself. “Sweet, soft little pussy,” I murmured against her now soaked pussy and dragged my tongue through her slit. I nipped at her swollen clit, causing her to moan and cry and curse me out. I latched onto her clit again and sucked it in hard and deep. Her scent and flavor drove me crazy. I growled like a wild animal as I ate her out. This moment, this woman made me feel frenzied. I wanted to devour her. She kicked and pulled my hair, tried to scratch my face, and told me “no” and “stop” in between her moans of pleasure. “That’s it,” I said around slurpy sounding licks and sucks while I kept eating her out. “Keep fighting. It makes my cock hard.” My palms were on her inner thighs, making sure she stayed nice and split open for me. While sucking on her clit, I inserted two fingers into her wet, tight fuck-hole, thrusting in and out of her in brutal motions. Her legs trembled as I swirled my tongue around her nub and twisted my fingers inside her, scissoring my fingers knowing it hurt because of her screams and cries to stop. But her body was silky, wet, and leaking. For me. I added a third finger. She’d need to be stretched out before I rammed my massive, uncut cock into her. I forced myself to pull away and rose to stare down at her spread legs. My cock was hard and long and pointing straight out from my body, leakingmore pre-cum. I aimed the tip of my dick at her pussy hole and shoved in hard and deep, taking her savagely, and damn near coming from the sound of her shocked cry from my brutal penetration. Melanie’s head kicked back, and she closed her eyes, no doubt feeling so fucking stretched and full of me. I pistoned in and out of her, bruising her cunt with every thrust of my dick. She grunted and braced her hands on the ground, her nails clawing at the dirt as I fucked her. “Cry for me. Let me see those tears.” Back and forth. Harder and faster. “Your pussy is so wet. I can hear it sucking at my cock. I bet you feel like my pretty, little whore right now, don’t you?” “Fuck. You,” she snarled, and my balls drew up tight, her anger aimed at me, making me almost fill her up with my cum. “Feels so good being raw in your cunt. Feels like fucking heaven having my bare cock in your pussy.” Melanie’s snatch clamped down around my shaft, and I snarled in pleasure. I knew she’d come for me. I’d make sure of it. With three more pumps, I pulled out, flipped her onto her belly, angled her hips up, but kept my hand on the back of her head, pushing it on the forest ground. I positioned myself behind Melanie and had every intention of fucking her doggy style like my good little slut. I spread Melanie’s ass cheeks wide, notched the head of my dick at her fuck-hole, and with one forceful thrust, I entered her again. I was sweating like a motherfucker. I pushed in and pulled out of her vice-like cunt. “So tight, little girl.” I had a fierce hold on her hips, knowing I’d leave bruises and wanting her all marked up. “I hate you,” she cried. “Maybe, but you love me fucking you.” I bent forward and dragged my tongue along the back of her neck before sinking my teeth into her nape until she cried out and yelled that it hurt. I plowed in and out of her and reached around to find her clit, rubbing it to help her orgasm. “Come on, little girl. Give me what I want so I can blow this big fucking load into your gorgeous cunt.” She screamed she’d never give me what I wanted, but she lied as she cried in pleasure, her inner muscles clenching and pulsing around me. With her still coming, I tipped my mouth to bit the side of her neck and groaned, coming right along with her. I came harder than I ever had before. Melanie’s cries rang in my ears and made the pleasure even more intense. “Jesus Christ, darling. Knowing you hate this but can’t do anything about it is so fucking hot.” I filled her pussy until I felt my jizz spilling out of where we were connected. Her orgasm ended before mine did, and when I sagged forward, hands braced on the forest ground on either side of her body, we were both panting from the exertion. After long seconds of enjoying a good cockwarming, I pulled out, held her ass cheeks apart, and watched my spunk spill out of her body and drip onto the leaf-laden ground. She rolled onto her back and looked up at me, her chest heaving, dirt and leaves covering her bare chest because of how I’d kept her pinned down. I stared down at Melanie and watched as her lips slowly curled into a smile. I helped her off the ground, brushed off the dirt that covered her but held onto her when she seemed unsteady on her legs. “Little girl… you played your part perfectly.” I pulled her to my chest and wrapped my arms around her. “Grandpa Ivan,” she whispered, and I closed my eyes as she clutched onto my flannel. “That was the most intense game we’ve played so far.” I grunted, and despite my balls being drained and my cock spent from fucking her, the damn length thickened all over again. Was it wrong fucking my granddaughter? Sure as shit was. But we’d been doing it since she was eighteen and had moved out of her piece-of-shit mother’s house and stayed with me. And over that summer, something changed between us. I hadn’t been a constant in her life and had only seen her a handful of times over the course of her lifetime when I visited her father, my son, and when I wasn't on the road trucking. Although she wasn't a stranger, in a sense, she was. But that didn’t change the fact we were blood, and fucking my granddaughter crossed every line. I pulled her back and cupped her cheeks, staring into her face. “I wasn't too rough this time?” I knew I had been hardcore tonight, but when she asked me to play this game, she said she wanted me to push the bounds and go harder than I ever had before. Fulfilling her rape fantasy needed to seem real for her, and when she smiled up at me, I knew I’d given her what she wanted. “Come on, baby. Let’s get a room for the night so I can make love to you nice and slow and worship this tight, little, fucking body until you come twice before I let you fall asleep.” Her contented sigh told me she liked that idea, and I was all about giving my girl anything and everything she wanted.IVAN I pulled her pussy lips apart and just stared at how pretty and pink she was. “So fucking hot,” I growled and spat directly on her swollen, little clit and watched my saliva drip down her slit and toward her ass. Melanie inhaled sharply and shook her head, whispering, “No. I don’t want this.” I chuckled darkly. “Your body tells another story.” She gripped my head, ripping my ball cap off, and tried to push me away. But she was no match for my strength and how much I wanted to suck on her cunt. I wanted to make Melanie come all over my face. I wanted to force an orgasm from her so she cried and hated herself. “Sweet, soft little pussy,” I murmured against her now soaked pussy and dragged my tongue through her slit. I nipped at her swollen clit, causing her to moan and cry and curse me out. I latched onto her clit again and sucked it in hard and deep. Her scent and flavor drove me crazy. I growled like a wild animal as I ate her out. This moment, this woman made me feel fr
IVAN I stared into her eyes and leaned in, breathing in deeply, my nostrils flaring. Fuck, I was so damn hard, my cock throbbing from the blow job and then the chase. “What’s your name?” I growled. Demanded. She pursed her lips and shook her head. I bared my teeth, showing her with just my eyes and expression she better fucking obey. “M-Melanie.” I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. Melanie stared at me with wide, teary eyes, her long, blonde hair a wild, tangled mess around her face. The moon cut through the trees above, and I leaned back slightly to look at her body. She wore a little, white tank and some cut-off shorts. Her legs were long, and I bet her pussy was fucking beautiful. She could pretend she was afraid, and I’m sure she was, but I smelled her pretty, drenched cunt. I’d seen the way her pupils dilated, heard her rapid breathes when she looked at my enormous cock. She licked her pink, swollen lips, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my thumb o
MELANIE I sat there, heart pounding in my ears, the weight and darkness of the night pressing down on me. In that stillness, I knew I had to feign the compliance he expected—anything to give me a chance to survive. I forced my face into an expression of resigned submission. Every muscle in me screamed to flee, yet I played the part of the obedient captive. My mind raced with plans for escape, calculating the precise moment when I might catch him off guard. Because the thought of inaction was more unbearable than any other risk. For several agonizing minutes, the oppressive quiet was punctuated only by Ivan’s slow, measured breaths and the distant murmur of the dark road. I wasn't looking at him, but I couldfeelhis eyes on me—a silent, predatory appraisal that made my skin crawl. He’d taken his hand off my thigh to cut the engine of the truck, but now it was back, harder and firmer than before as he jerked me across the seat so I was nearly on top of his lap. And still I said noth
MELANIE The truck rumbled beneath me as I sat in the dimly lit cab, my pulse thudding so loudly I could almost hear it over the engine’s roar. I was terrified, and that froze me to the seat. Hands shaking and held in my lap, I glanced to the side to look at my captor. He was at least three times my twenty-years, built like a tank, and probably having been on the road so long he had no civility left. Now, with the cold glow of the dashboard painting everything in dimly lit hues, I couldn’t stop glancing at him. Ivan—big, rough, and undeniably dominant—hadn’t spoken since I’d been forced into this nightmare. But that silence was short-lived as his voice cut through like the cruel edge of a blade. “I’m gonna have fun with you, little girl,” he snarled, a dark smirk curling his lips. I had nothing to say but choked, terrified with silence. Even as his massive hands gripped the wheel, each shift of gear punctuating my dread, I felt the weight of every choice I’d made. Ivan steered us
MELANIE The trucker pulled me along the cracked, cold asphalt of the parking lot, and every step was an agonizing surrender that was beyond my control. I glanced over my shoulder, staring at the neon sign in the window that seemed so harsh now, growing further away with every step I was forced to take. Every once in a while there was a faraway, ceaseless hum of the trucks plowing down the freeway. It blended into this disorienting soundtrack that drowned out the thrumming of my pulse in my ears. “Stop,” I said again and tried yanking my arm free. But he just gripped me tighter, bruising. My muscles strained in futile resistance against Ivan’s grasp. It was like iron and unyielding as he dragged me closer to his waiting semi. Every fiber of my being screamed to break free—even as the terror of my predicament rendered my limbs heavy and unresponsive. The chill of the night air against my bare skin was almost painful, and it mingled with the potent stench of diesel fumes, tar, and
I ended up at a truck stop in the dead of night. That’s where he found me — an older man with oil-streaked hands who forced me into his semi truck. No matter how hard I resisted, he did what he wanted to me. --- 001 MELANIE The truck stop was nearly empty, the neon OPEN sign flickering in the gas station window. There was a small diner attached to the gas station, a greasy spoon little thing with chipped tables, yellow tile flooring, and grease staining the walls. I stepped inside. The bell jingled above my head. It was late as hell. It was the kind of hour where only drifters, hitchhikers, and nefarious men loitered, looking for dangerous things to do. My car had broken down on the side of the highway, and I’d been forced to walk a long stretch of deserted road to get help. I was tired, hungry, thirsty, and just wanted to sit and rest. But everything felt wrong. Even the night air hummed with the promise of evil. But also something…thrilling. I grabbed a bottle of water,