Novel & Cerita Gang Rape Fantasy

Too late. “No, rape is when a mob of Mothers twice your age use electric prods to force you down on the ground, when they hold you down and shoot you up with double the amount of the shit they usually give you to get you hard so you have no choice but to react, so that all of them--all ten or twelve or so many you can’t keep track anymore--take a turn riding you like you’re a not even human, not even an animal, but a machine, like an unfeeling, plastic dick not attached to a mind or a soul. That, Daniel-whoever-the-hell-you-are, is rape!”

Naughty-elle. He took out his phone and searched for Naughty-elle on only fans. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her sleeping figure. Gabrielle was a popular anonymous user on only fans with about one point four million subscribers. Her specialty was masturbating and display of sex toys collections. Mouth wide, he turned to her again and her eyes were open.

"Because you're mine to torture." He slams me back to the ground,his heavy body crushing me against the pointy rocks. He flips me around and holds me down by pressing his knee on my spine, tears roll down my face and drop to the ground,my breasts ache,the roughness of the ground bruising them as he moves his hand between my legs,he rubs my pussy in hard rough strokes,I cry and sob and shout. The clinking of a belt increases my panic "No,no,no please no." "And finally,I fulfill my rape fantasy."

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

I casually walked off the premise glancing back at the ladder an idea forming in my head. Impossible thoughts began as I walked the short distance home. Ava wanted to be rape and she had even fantasized about me doing it. Even in my wildest dreams I had never considered such a thing but with the seed planted, I could not shake the thought. My heart beat increased and my cock grew just thinking about it. It would not be true rape but would certainly be the most intense roll playing we had ever done. Against my better judgment, my next line of thinking went into how.

*Fuck… her tits…* I could almost feel the weight of them again, the soft give of her flesh when I squeezed, the way her nipples would harden against my tongue. I imagined shoving that tight top down, freeing them right there in the office, sucking one deep while I fucked her against the wall. The wet sounds of my mouth on her, the slap of my hips, her nails digging into my back while she moaned like a dirty slut for me.

There are things I’d love to share with her, but I’m not sure she’ll ever be ready for them. The list of things I want to do to this woman is endless. Even now, imagining her licking her lips and begging me to do the filthiest things to her are driving me wild. Sure, she has a rape fantasy, but is the idea she has in her head romanticized? Or does she really crave being taken, against her will, with nothing more than a single word keeping her from being in very real danger?

The sounds of the rain and thunder mixed with the wet noises his fingers made as they fucked her. Jake watched her face the whole time. “That’s it. Feel how wet you are. You’ve been thinking about this cock, haven’t you?” She nodded, too turned on to lie. “Yes… I have.” He added a third finger, stretching her. The pressure built fast. Mira’s legs started to tremble. She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

Jake fucked her deep and steady, but tonight he was a little rougher than usual, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust. “Fuck, you’re so wet tonight,” he groaned. “What’s got you this horny?” Lily moaned louder, her nails digging into his back. “You… just you… I want you Jake.” she gasped. But that wasn’t entirely true. In her mind, she was imagining multiple hands on her body. Multiple cocks. Being used from every angle. The fantasy made her pussy clench around Jake’s cock. She had seen it in a p**n she watched recently when she felt their sex life was lacking something. She stumbled upon a gangbang video. Ever since then, she's been wanting it, even though she's been in denial for most ti

For just a few of those moment she realized that maybe she did not care about the dream-state "who," it felt good so she should just accept "what" was happening under the general blanket of her security about it being my bed, and let herself go with the sensations she felt. I am told that anonymous sex/rape is a popular female fantasy. She slipped a bit into it. Her body was wet inside, and what she could feel moving in her felt good. She heard somebody moaning - it sounded like her. It seemed that she was enjoying it. She was not fully awake yet so the dreamy part of her mind started to imagine things. Her near-silent moans turned into louder noises as she let herself go to a more primitive