Gang Rape Fantasy Novels & Stories

How the hell did the guy who used to fuck me for hours: pounding my ass, choking me, making me squirt until I blacked out now turned into this limp pathetic dick? I couldn’t stay in that bed. Grabbed my robe, went to the living room, turned on the TV and went straight to p**n. Rough gangbang. Desperate MILF getting destroyed in every hole by three guys. I spread my legs wide on the couch and my fingers dove right back into my soaked cunt. The moans filled the room. I matched them — three fingers pumping, thumb grinding my clit, other hand squeezing milk out of my tit in messy sprays. “Yes… fuck her like the whore she is…” I whispered, pretending it was me.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

I hated myself for having rape fantasies and dreaming of men raping me, much older men. God, I was so fucked up. But I didn't care, I just let myself drown in sensation. I unconsciously let out a soft moan. "Fuck! You want me to enter that fucking pussy of yours, huh, you fucking desperate bitch." He continued as a panicked look crossed my face when I heard him unzipping his pants, " You want me to fuck you hard, till you're limp and your pussy is gaping wide?"

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

They laugh, pounding harder until they unload, their hot seed deep inside me But it still goes on. They chain me to the wall, whips cracking my skin as clamps bite my nipples, tugged by leashes. They make me crawl, collared and beg for their cocks. Wyatt fucks my ass doggy-style, pulling the leash. Bryce takes my mouth, choking me lightly. They cum on my face, marking me. “Our property.” Bryce says, rubbing it in. I wake in the fantasy tied to the bed, plugs in both holes, waiting for more. They own me completely, both body and mind.

Lila's body betrayed her fully now, hips rising to meet the thrusts. The large cock stretched her relentlessly, the vibrations building an unbearable pressure. She felt the possession deepen, her own desires merging with the dark spirit's hunger. Tears mixed with sweat, her soft skin flushed red. The room filled with the wet sounds of fucking, her moans echoing off the walls lined with innocent dolls that now seemed to watch. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, emotional intimacy twisting with the raw invasion— she was no longer just Lila, but part of this dark fantasy.

The fantasies grew darker, more daring. “Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.”

Her nymph trait had her on edge, her body craving more, the fantasy so vivid she could almost feel their cocks inside her, stretching her, claiming her. The dream shifted again, Delilah on her knees now, sucking Eli's cock while Zeke took her from behind and Damien played with her nipples. "You're our slut," they chanted in her mind, the words degrading and arousing. She curled her fingers inside herself, hitting that sweet spot as her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple until it hurt. "Yes, mark me—make me yours," she begged in her fantasy, her real body shaking as an orgasm built. The room smelled of her arousal, a heady scent that filled the air as she fucked herself harde

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

He was about to move, but placed my hand on his chest holding him in place. His hands grabbed my hair as he started to groan as he was about to release, but I stood up and led him to the private room. I took off his clothes for him and laid him on the bed. With my clothes still on, I took his hand and led it to my vagina. I let out a soft moan as I felt his fingers slip in and slowly start moving around. I was barely able to enjoy it when he turned me over and penetrated me. And it was over in a few minutes, and there was nothing sweet or romantic about it.