Gang Rape Fantasy Novels & Stories

His cum shot across her ass and lower back, hot and thick, joining the mess already coating her thighs. The mirror flared bright. "Trial complete. Riley. Your fantasy is next." Riley stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically. "No. No, I don't…" But the images came anyway, flooding her mind. Her deepest fantasy: being worshipped. Licked. Devoured. Every inch of her body claimed by a woman's mouth, hands, tongue. She'd dreamed of soft curves pressed against hers, of fingers buried inside her, of tasting another woman's arousal on her lips.

Jade's POV Cum for me (1) I never meant to confess it out. I have been quietly unraveling behind a calm smile. For six weeks I had sat in Dr. Rowan Hale’s elegant office, my knees pressed together, my hands folded in my lap, talking about everything except the truth but today the words finally clawed their way out. “I have these… fantasies,” I whispered, staring at the Persian rug instead of his face. “Dark ones. I dream about being taken against my will. Held down and used without mercy. There's no safe word in my head. Just… force.”

“That’s a fucking win for me. What do you think? You don’t think it’s rape? “What? No. I’d know if things went down that road. I’d just…know,” “You didn’t know you were into men when you slept with him,” “And it still felt right,” I argued. “He never made me feel otherwise. Come on, the man gave me six mind-blowing orgasms on our first night,” Indra gasped. “How can that be rape when he basically showed me my own personal heaven?” “You fucking whore,” she gasped. “Six?!” I laughed. “Oh my God, who the fuck even cums that much? How are you alive?”

I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

Even though he doesn't care, it won't be enjoyable to him… ‘Except he loves fucking dead girls!’ My brain screams it in my head. Somehow, it fills my head with terror. Thick bumps creep along my bare skin, crippling my thoughts. Fucking dead bodies is one dark kink, and just realizing how lost Mr. Russo is, he might be into that fetish too. ‘But he won't fuck me in my unconsciousness, right?’ I try to make sense of it. ‘It’s rape…’ ‘No darling, you already sold your soul to him for a night when you were devilish enough to poison another—’

“I have been touching my cunt for months thinking about this exact thing, riding you reverse while you spread my ass and watch my holes take you deep. “Imagine me sneaking into your shop after dark, bending over a car hood so you can fuck me raw then pulling me on top just like this to drain your balls.” He thrust up hard to meet every bounce, his cock driving deeper as he groaned and sucked dark marks into my shoulder, one hand reaching around to slap my bouncing tits hard enough to make them sting and redden. “Keep talking dirty like that princess, tell me every nasty fantasy while you milk my cock with this sloppy cunt,” he growled against my skin, his fingers digging into my ass as he sp

No Sadhika Gang rape "I wish that was a story and the dreadful night was a horrible nightmare but this is my painful truth." *****

Elena moaned softly and started rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, exactly like the women on the screen. “Oh fuck, Cassie… you’re so wet. Feel how our pussies are kissing? Grind on me, sweet girl. Copy them exactly.” I started moving my hips, sliding my swollen clit against hers. The sensation was incredible — hot, slippery, intimate. Every roll made our juices mix and created the wettest, filthiest slapping sounds. Elena’s hands gripped my ass, pulling me harder against her. “Yes… just like that,” she breathed, eyes half-closed in pleasure. “Rub your little clit on Mommy’s. Fuck, you feel so good. Look at the screen and do exactly what they’re doing.”

I spat, my voice hoarse. His fist connected with my gut again, a brutal blow that stole my breath. "Shut up! Or the tape goes back on!" He paused, letting the pain fester. "You paid me to make your wife think she was going to get gang-raped. Isn't that what you said her fantasy was?" I nodded, clutching my stomach, the air a precious commodity. "You wanted her blindfolded and horny? Well, she looks pretty horny and blindfolded to me."