Novel & Cerita Molested Stories

There is a hint of anger in her voice. I know she would not believe me like what she did before when I told her that Uncle Jonathan molested me ten years ago. When I was a kid I don't know that it was wrong but I knew it wasn't good, so I told it to her but she said that I was only dreaming and stop creating stories. She thought that it was only part of my imagination as a kid. Years had passed and as I grew up I understand more about the world and realized that what he did was a sin and punishable by law.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

I woke up the next morning still covered in dried cum. My pussy and ass felt sore and swollen, but in the best way possible. Thick white streaks were crusted on my tits and thighs, and when I shifted on the bed, more fresh cum leaked out of my holes to the soaked sheets. I smiled to myself. Last night’s welcome gangbang had wrecked me, but my body was already hungry for more. That’s why I came to The Cock Fest. No rest, no breaks, just cock after cock until I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Then twelve and fifteen. About six months each. Then I got to high school and realized that it wasn't just a game we were playing back then, but me getting molested. I had been molested by the boyfriends of my mom, but my mom had been too drunk and high to notice that." "So I was an easy prey for William's charms. Sweet at first, gentle with me during sex, but painful then, boom..." I chuckled sadly, oblivious to the tears rolling down my eyes. "... He switched up the game. Started yelling at me, beating me up, and cheating on me openly with other girls." "Sometimes, he would force me to have sex with him unprotected, and when I got pregnant with Kyle, because, I mean, how was I supposed to

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

"Like I said before anything concerning your life matters to me." "I was hesitant to tell you."He opened up the bed for her. "Why?"She wanted to know. "I thought you were gonna judge me." "I'd never do that.We all have our own way of dealing with things Alex.No one is perfect.We all have our flaws." He came to lie down beside her."I have a confession to make too."When he didn't say anything she continued. "Brian molested me when I was fourteen.I never told anyone not even Nicole.It happened for a whole year."

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

He hugged me, "Don't say it anymore. If it breaks your heart so much, don't say anything." I shook my head, "No. I want to continue. I have never told any man my story before, I will try and complete it." "Immediately I got to their house, they molested me. They tore my clothes and raped me. They would rape me till I fainted and lock me up. But they fed me well, they even gave me to some of their friend's to do the same. I became used to this with time, it went on for two years. I aborted six pregnancies for them, but they didn't care." I cried.

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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."