Molested Stories Novels & Stories

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

I wait for her to speak, but she doesn’t. “You could have used that to your advantage at the Mistress Auction.” It’s something that makes me angry to think about, and I’m glad she didn’t. She looks over at me, and I pull both her feet toward me, bringing her body close to mine. She’s straddling my hips and we are nose to nose. “Tell me.” “I just wanted to keep it private. It’s kind of embarrassing.” “I think it’s wonderful.” She blushes a little, and then brings her hand up to play with my chest hair. “My foster mom had a boyfriend who used to threaten to do things to me. He watched me a little too closely. I think he had a weird obsession with me."

She screamed, turning to look at my friends as they surrounded us, clearly mesmerized by the sight in front of them. A few minutes later,I was spewing my cum into her asshole and all over her boobs. “It's fucking hot.” Mason whispered. “Do you think we could join in next time?” Tyler asked and surprisingly, Cynthia bit her bottom lip and locked gazes with me, sealing our adventure.

I sighed, turning to the other side to see Zoe was still sleeping. I averted my gaze away from her, staring at the wardrobe.Last night wasn't something that was meant to happen. It shouldn't have happened. Does he do it with his models?. Ewww! I can imagine how much of a pervert he is. Touching other women that way without a hint of hesitation or shame. He must have been doing it for a very long time which is sickening in a way. That's sexual harassment and molestation. If he does this type of thing to his models, why haven't they reported to the police or any NGOs?.I sighed again.

She holds her arms out wide, encompassing the space around her as though it’s a living, breathing entity that she’s embracing fully. “Wow!” Monica says breathlessly. “I’ve been in New York with Nora Jacobs since the day after graduation.” Somehow, it pales in comparison to everything Molly has done. She shoves Monica's shoulder, hard. “I know! I saw your influence all over her last collection! Congrats, bitch! You’re making that coin with her while I’m sleeping in hostels with one-night stands.” “That sounds interesting,” Katarina interjects. “Tell me more about that." Molly grins lasciviously. “I wish there were more to tell. You’ve heard of a two-pump chump? There was an Italian who came l

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

"There was once a teenage girl. Pretty much about our age. She was cute, funny, caring, loving, kind-hearted... And a gem in short. She used to be timid but her life all of a sudden took a nasty turn. A turn that needed to awaken the voice in her. Else the consequences would be deadly. She was being molested by her elder stepbrother. " I begin to narrate. Creating the story there on the spot. "Mmmm. Now that's interesting!" Rachel inputs and I roll my eyes.

She moaned loudly into my pussy, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. We ground against each other, wet and messy. Her heavy tits pressed against my stomach, her hips rocking as she fucked my face. I did the same, bucking up into her mouth while devouring her. The sounds were filthy—slurping, moaning, the wet squelch of her fingers still pumping into me alongside her tongue. Jake’s stroking grew louder, his fist flying over his thick cock. “That’s it… eat each other’s pussies. Fuck, I’m so hard watching my stepsister and stepmom like this.”

So, I told him everything that he needed to know about the real me that I have left in the past, Kendra. Kendra was a little girl who had been molested and sexually assaulted by one of her foster parents when she was 10 years old. Kendra was never taken in by a loving family, she always ended up with greedy drug addicts who wanted to collect monthly checks so they used her instead as a front. Before she ended up in an orphanage and in desperation of being saved she fled into the arms of the first boy who gave her attention and the time of day. Kendra lived for that boy, she did everything and anything to please him and prove that she was worthy of his love and attention. The boy was all bad

I searched her face, looking for any sign she was joking but there was none just hunger. “I’ve touched myself thinking about this kind of thing,” she whispered, leaning closer until our knees touched. The contact sent sparks racing up my thigh. “Being used and shared. Being held down while multiple guys take you on.” She continued. “I want your stepdad to fuck me first and your brothers pinning me down while you watch. Then I want you to taste me with their cum still dripping out of me.” Her words hit me like a punch in my gut. My clit throbbed so hard I had to bite to stay quiet. The noise in the cafeteria drifted and I could only feel the slick mess between my legs and the way Mia looked a