Knocked Out Jerked Off Novels & Stories

I was drowning--In the best and worse way possible. They spat on me. They slapped my face. They called me every degrading name they could think of — “cum toilet”, “piss whore”, “shakafu slut”, “heartbreak cumdump”. At one point all four of them stood around me and pissed on me at the same time, completely covering my body in their hot urine while they jerked their cocks. Then the real depravity began. Marcus and Rico forced both their cocks into my pussy at the same time while Tyler fucked my ass. Triple penetration. I screamed as they stretched me beyond limits,but that was a short scream as Jake shoved his cock straight down my throat to shut me up.

The memory ignited something deep within me, a fury so consuming that it drowned out any sense of restraint. I brought the hammer down with force on his left kneecap. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the room, followed by his piercing screams. They were loud, desperate cries of agony, but they didn't stop me. I lifted the hammer again, slamming it down with even more force. The kneecap shattered completely under the repeated blows, fragments of bone pushing through torn flesh. Blood splattered everywhere, but I didn't care.

He jerked and bled profusely. Crooked smile grabbed my leg, causing me to fall as my jaw met the knee of the mean-looking one. He grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and screamed as he head butted me. He wailed in pain and dropped me. He bit more than he could chew. I sensed an incoming kick from the shirtless guy, I dodged it perfectly only for the smoker’s claws to bury into my guts. I pulled out his claws without reacting and jabbed him with mine on his neck. He gagged for air as he slowly died. Before I could turn around, something hard struck me on the head and I felt dizzy.

I startle awake when someone slaps me across the face. My eyes are open, but nothing around me is registering. A bedroom. Not my bedroom, and not a hotel room. I get another smack, making me turn to look at my assailant. A toothless baby stares back at me, smiling and drooling. Last night comes back to me. We didn't have sex once. We didn't have it twice. No, we woke up two more times and ended up having sex three times. And it was all fucking fantastic. Even when we were half asleep.

Oh my God, I'm going to die soon. "Never fight again before you regret ever breathing the air on this earth!" With a single beat, this unlucky jerk enters my body and violently rapes me, my mouth closed, making me unable to fight back, only tears and destruction that gnaw away at every moment. I know, this is just the start torture, there is still a lot of hell I will endure, and I have to be prepared for all that demonic abuse and treatment! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

He kept alternating holes as Kiki squealed and screamed her way through one orgasm after another. "Fuck her man, she's gone cross-eyed!!" one of the guys watching the show yelled. "Here it cums bitch, watch this!" he hollered as he pulled out and laid his horsecock in her ass crack and started jerking off. Kiki looked over her shoulder just in time to catch his first shot in her right eye.

Never heard of them. His lips curved into that lazy, maddening smirk. “You’ve never seen a hot guy in boxers before?” “I—What?—That’s not—” I stammered, mentally screaming at myself. Look away. But my eyes refused to cooperate. “Relax,” he said, walking past me like I wasn’t even there. “I live here. If anything, you’re the intruder.” “I knocked!” I snapped, finally regaining some brain function. “Well, I said your name. Which counts.And you called me here in the first place”

JENNA’S POV “Yes... you idiot. Spank me... you motherfucker!” I ground out through gritted teeth. Alec smiled, a low sound vibrating right against my back as he took in every single bit of my surrender. “That’s what I thought.” I barely had time to suck in a breath before his hand landed hard on my bare ass. A loud, sharp slap pierced the quiet room. I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the sting radiated across my skin.

So waking up next to him felt less like fate and more like an impossible tie‑breaker neither of us had planned. I yanked my dress over my head. “You’re unbelievable.” He smirked. “So I’ve been told. By you. Many, many times.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.” “Pretend what didn’t happen?” he teased, sitting up. “You moaning my name in E minor?” I glared. “You’re disgusting.” He stood, bare-chested and infuriatingly unbothered. “You’re the one who kissed me first.”