Erotic Rape Novels & Stories

Erika pushed her bum backwards into my lap and back on the bed, straddling me reverse cowgirl style, where she could exert her form of sexy control. Her back to me, she fingered her sensitive clit while opening and closing her knees. Like Audra's 'butterfly', Erika's version pulsed my cock with each cycle, bringing us back to the edge of the abyss, so close to cumming that one tiny wrong move would send us both crashing over the edge, collapsing into each other in a heaving, gasping pile of spasming flesh.

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2 Seraph finally climbed on top of him. She swung one leg over his hips and positioned herself above his aching cock. The heat from her pussy hovered just above his swollen head. Dorian’s body trembled from the long hours of teasing. His cock throbbed painfully. It was dark red and slick with precum. Seraph gripped the base with one hand. She sank down slowly onto his aching cock. The tight wet heat enveloped the head first. Her pussy lips stretched around his thickness. She lowered herself inch by inch. The slick walls gripped him firmly.

"I know. Why don't you show me just how much?" I clenched my teeth and then my body jerked when he inserted a third finger into my honeypot. "I hate you," I cried, my whole body shaking. Eric's face hardened and then he dipped his head down to my chest. His lips fastened on one of my covered nipples and he sucked it along with the fabric, the other hand still working on my pussy. I screamed when he bit down on my nipple so hard and then tugged on it with his teeth, his fingers moving faster and harder and his thumb pressing down on my clit. I felt like I was being electrocuted.

Oh holy shit, my flower is full. He did not move. I think this idiot touched saw me hurt. He kissed me as he crawled his hands on my body and stopped on my chest, while his other finger played with my crown. He's slowly thrust and super gentle which further awakens the whole spirit of my flirtation. I Can not understand myself. I like what's happening. Is it still rape? Which is I know I enjoy what he does. He moves slow but after moves a little fast. I could also feel the tightness of his grip on my thigh. He thrust deeper, slightly harder and fast. I also knew I was close to reaching orgasms.

She gave a soft whimper when he discreetly slipped his hand under her t-shirt and pinched her erect nipple hard. ‘You better stop that little firebird or I am going to throw you over this table and ram my cock so hard and deeply into your sweet, tight, virgin pussy you won’t be able to walk afterwards.’ Mervon could not help the moan that escaped her lips at the tone of his deep, sexy voice. Oh God, how on earth could she be so turned on at the thought of him raping her in front of the other three men?’ It would be rape, because there was no way on this earth she would ever give herself to him willingly, no matter how good his kisses were.

I rubbed harder, trying to make myself feel normal again. Eric kept going, his voice louder now, closer. “Thursday I want your mouth. I’ll stand in front of you, hold your head, and slide my dick between your lips while you talk about limits. Every time I get a problem right, I’ll push deeper. You’ll choke and drool all over your chin. Spit running down your neck, mixing with those hickeys . Then I’ll cum right on your tongue or paint your whole face. You’ll look so messy and used, Aiden. And you’ll still come back for more because you need the cash and you secretly love how dirty I make you feel.”

Eric is lying right on top of her, all his weight pushing her into the bed, with both his hands pinning her down to the bed, making it impossible for her to escape. "Just relax Alicia, you are going to love it." He whispered in her ear. Alicia heart was still pounding, when she felt Eric left hand raising her down up, and pulling down her pant. Is he about to rape me... She thinks. She was indeed right, Eric was about raping her but not in the usual way. He slapped her ass cheeks, then puts a finger into her ass, and then add another finger. Alicia heart rate accelerated, she knew what he was going to do. Eric is going to rape her ass!. No! No! No!, I can't let that happen. She yelled in her

I quickly waved my hand and said, "No, no. Nothing happened. You woke up before I could even do anything. By the way, what were you dreaming about just now?" Hearing this, she became a little embarrassed and lowered her head, unable to look at me. "Come on, it's fine. Just tell me," I urged her. Finally, she spoke, stumbling over her words. "It's nothing. I just dreamed that a man tied me up, and then..." I pressed her for more. "And then what?" "And then he... he took me..." The more she spoke, the more embarrassed she became. Eventually, she just lowered her head and stopped talking. Her whole body burned with shame.

I don't give a shit about her but the sight of Eros is making me feel fucking murderous after the gross assault to my mind. That's like... fucking rape. I'm being raped by my own mind. "You looked like you disconnected from reality," Eros laughs, still flaunting his chest like a slut. It makes me... fuck, I just hate this guy so much, "What now? What did I do?"

Her nails, trapped against the wall, scratch against the paint, leaving faint, desperate marks. He fucks her like she’s a sin he’s confessing through flesh. Each thrust is an act of violent absolution, a purging of the twisted desires that have consumed him. He pours his rage, his obsession, his desperate craving into her, making her body bear the weight of his torment. He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission.