Rape Scenes の小説・ストーリー

It didn't look like Riley was going to have much competition after all. I rolled over onto my side and caught her attention. "You ready? Scared?" She shook her head. "I have to go change, but it's you who should be scared. You got your cup on?" No she didn't. My body hardened just because she most certainly did. "Don't wear your bra... be a rebel," I called after her and dropped back down on the bed as my blood began to boil. The movie had two real sex scenes, which I would make sure we rehearsed over and over and over again.

She rolls his eyes, as if it's something that doesn't surprise him at all. “How do you know?” I roll my eyes. “Your circumstantial face is obvious,” she points out, waving her finger. “It's such a cliche in men!” She rolls her eyes. “Cliché? Really? Whoops! I had not thought of it.” “Yes,” she nods briskly. “I'm not going to ask you if you've seen porn, because you obviously have,” suddenly I feel my heart race when I hear a specific word. “We have all seen porn at some point in life!” Here again, the blessed word. Unable to avoid it, I start to scratch the back of my neck, even if it doesn't itch. I thank heaven Harper doesn't know what I usually do when I'm nervous. “The point is that nine

Bree said, putting her hand over her mouth with wide eyes. Rome looked on, not saying a word, obviously ogling at the naked breast. When the guy touches her breast, the girl stops trembling. Then the girl takes and rips the guy's shirt off him. They both desperately take each other's clothes off, going for it, standing up. Rome shook with silent laughter next to Bridgette as she watched transfixed by the intensely erotic scene. It ended with the characters on the floor panting from exertion. Bridgette looks over and sees Rome practically drooling, licking his lips about 50 times. She picks up a pillow on the sofa, hits him on the arm, and pauses the movie.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

The next night we met in Mark's office to talk about our two revealing scenes during the week, plan the next p**n scene for Saturday and go over our overall plans first afterward. After discussing it, we decided to go with a shower scene and a massage scene for our revealing shoots. The shower scene was self-explanatory. The massage scene would feature Andrew as the client with me as the masseuse. I would start off with the normal massage and we would progress from there. I made sure to suggest that this be an oil massage to add to the look of the scene.

We eat sprawled naked across the bed, feeding each other with fingers, licking spilled champagne from skin, sucking berry juice from nipples. Stories flow— old scenes, funny bloopers, who hooked up with who off-camera. Laughter echoes off the walls. By early afternoon, the mood shifts again. Slow and nasty this time. They tie me to a high-backed chair near the window— soft silk ropes around my wrists and ankles, legs forced wide, pussy exposed to the room. Riley kneels between my legs with the new wand—

Cole’s eyes grew wide as he watched her squat over him. Brea grabbed his hard cock and aimed it up as she lowered herself onto it and impaled herself in one erotic downward shove. Cole’s body jumped and then stiffened as he groaned loudly. Brea then proceeded with said raping of her fiancé as she stroked her pussy up and down over his erection with a fevered pace. Cole reached up and tweaked both nipples with his fingers and he was panting harder than she was. “Brea, you are one hot babe!” He met her thrusts with his own.

Facials began to appear—Chris pulling out at the last second to paint her face, thick ropes landing across her cheeks and lips, dripping into her open mouth as she licked what she could reach, eyes locked on the camera. By the time the clock pushed past the early hours, Jade was a beautiful wreck—body marked, glistening, trembling, yet still arching toward the next touch, the next thrust. The men, breathing hard, cocks spent but not satisfied, finally eased back for a longer pause, beers cracked open once more, the camera still rolling quietly in Alex’s hand.

The last part came out in a hoarse whisper that I hoped no one in the planetarium heard. He stopped moving his fingers but didn’t remove them right away, relishing in the pulsing sensation my pussy did around them. Immediately, I felt betrayed. “Not yet, Rene.” He kissed my temple and removed his fingers from my panties, which were now soaked and sticking to the mound of my pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lick his fingers, making me whimper. Without warning, the lights came up and I scrambled to button my jeans. Kai’s jacket was over his lap, no doubt hiding an erection that I knew was present. He looked at me “Did you enjoy the show?”

For the next hour, she watched the story unfold. When the first sex scene started, her collar activated and held her still, fighting her desire to rip off the headphones and cover her eyes. She had seen Xavier rape Sophie so many times before, but this was different. The consensual aspect spared her the fear and anguish she felt during those times, leaving only an instinctive reaction.