Novel & Cerita Gang Rape Fantasy

“Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…” Julian moaned loudly, lost in it. He imagined being on all fours, a powerful man behind him growling “Take Daddy’s load, you worthless cumdump,” breeding him deep while he cried and begged for more. The fear of being used mixed with pure filth in his head. His balls tightened. With a broken cry, he came hard—thick, ropey spurts shooting across his oiled chest and abs, some even hitting his chin. He kept stroking through the orgasm, milking himself dry, body shaking as the fantasy lingered.

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

“There were no signs of sexual assault.” “You can’t think in terms of conventional rape or sex crimes,” I said. “This is far more extreme. This man is driven by a need to dominate and inflict pain. He fantasises about control, about taking, restraining, torturing, killing. At least some of those fantasies will mirror what actually happened.” I paused, watching Ruiz, expecting to lose him. I didn’t.

His other friend without warning slams into me from behind and I scream in pleasure. “Ngggggggggh, shit fuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes keep going, fuck me just like that. Yes… yes… oh yes” the guy from behind continues to fuck me senseless as I tug at my breast and watch in daze as Rosa pleasures herself with a vibrator. This scene is so crazy, I had only seen it in p**n sites who would have thought my fantasies would be brought to life just a few days before my wedding. While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch.

Bethany had more than once mused that every time her ex- boyfriend, who was sixteen at the time when they broke up, had sex with his college girlfriend he was being raped- at least in the legal sense of the word. Bethany liked to pretend that consoled her. But really I wanted to be the one to console her even now in the kitchen while it was just her and me and no one else, while we had this one private moment together, just the two of us. I would tell her right here, right now no more holding back, consequences be damned. I pulled myself from the edge of the cliff one more time. The secret fantasy that I had harbored since Bethany had first been dumped flooded my mind despite my best efforts

“For six months. Let me play with you and your body.” “What do you want in return?” I asked, crossing my arms and trying to be brave and make a fair deal with the devil. “I know you’re not nice enough to just give me a million dollars just for being an ambassador or… or rough sex.” He chuckled. It was dark and delicious. “Sweetheart, call it what it is. Consensual non-consent. Rape fantasy.” I shivered. “I will be your fake boyfriend and pretend to be your doting and loving partner in public. But behind the closed doors, you’ll be my good little slut.”

Three weeks ago I had my sexiest fantasy come true when I got gang banged by five guys on a pool table. Jared was the ring-leader and has since taken an interest in me and helping me to continue fulfilling my gang bang fantasies.. under his watch of course. My name is Eve, I'm 20 years old and at college. My new acquaintance Jared, made me a proposition after fucking me on a pool table at a party and letting his friends fuck me too. He saw how much I loved getting used and suggested that he knew plenty of guys who would be more than happy to participate in my gang bang adventures. His only conditions are that I do exactly as he says and I'm not allowed to fuck anyone else that he hasn't appr

How do you wanna play this? Lara's fingers trembled over her phone, the gangbang fantasy she'd nursed since college now seconds from reality. Alone in her dim apartment, the faint tang of yesterday's takeout lingered on her tongue, mixing with the dry swallow in her throat as she scrolled back through old journal entries. Four hands, six, more pulling her under like riptides, no escape from the crash. Her thighs clenched against the worn couch cushion, heat pooling low, shame twisting like an undertow even as her pulse thrummed insistent.

I picture him standing right there in the photo coming to life—those big hands pinning me down, that mouth on my neck, his thick cock stretching me open instead of my desperate fingers. “Fuck… Luca,” I moan a little louder, thighs spreading wider on Gia’s bed. I add a third finger, pumping harder, my palm grinding against my clit with every thrust. My other hand slips under my tank top, pinching and rolling my stiff nipple. “Just like that… please…” I’m so close already, panting, hips bucking off the mattress as I chase the fantasy of him watching me fall apart for him. “So you’re looking at my picture and touching yourself?”

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.