Hardcore

Keywords: Gun,

With the tightness of your ass I am soon ready to cum but decide that one final humiliation is required. At the last moment I make you turn round and cum on your face and mouth. I then sit back and make you wank at gunpoint to a final orgasm.

I let you dress and, with the remnants of your tights, I tie your wrists and ankles and put you in the front passenger seat. I drive you to your door.

'Your choice,' I say 'You can call the police and this will become a public story. Or you can be a good girl and I promise that next time I'll bring a friend and we will tie you up and do all sorts of unspeakable things to you.

*

*Part 2: The Reaction*

'You're a fucking bastard..'

'Yeah, and you're a fucking slut. Get out of my cab before I make you blow me again.

I untie your hands and watch as you untie your feet. You climb out and walk away on unsteady legs. You feel my spunk run down your thighs and you can still taste me in your mouth.

You are angry. You go straight to the shower strip off and climb under the hot water. You scrub yourself clean of the sweat and mess of the rape. RAPE. That's what it was. That bastard. Cunt. Fucking bastard cunt.

Your mind is burning with anger as you stand in the stream of water but then you realise you are no longer washing yourself. Your hand is in your crotch and you are playing with yourself. Your fingers are inside your pussy. You try to convince yourself that you are just washing out my foul spunk but you know that's a lie. Your mind is filled with the scenes of the past hour. The gun. The obscenity. The orgasms. Fuck the orgasms. You can't remember cumming so hard. Your mind is focused on the moments when you came. Flashes of you crying out in pleasure and you remember crying out to be fucked. 'Christ, maybe he's right, you are a slut.'

Your fingers are flying now and you suddenly double-up in a crashing orgasm. You moan aloud and slide to the floor as the heat of your orgasm passes. You lie for ages. The water pounding your body. Eventually you get out and dry off. You slide into bed naked. But lying in the dark you can't stop reliving the scenes in that car. You can't sleep. You are too angry. No. Not angry. Your fingers probe your pussy. It's hot and slippery. 'Christ, you are still aroused.' You are angry with yourself now. How can you be so turned on by the humiliation of having been raped. But were you raped? You begged for it. Wanted it like a common tramp. You felt a surge of lust when he made you tear your tights open. You sucked his cock. You'd never done that before. He came in your mouth. Dirty bastard. But you liked it.

You are lying on your front and your hand is clasping your pussy. Two fingers are inside you and you hump your hand. The humping becomes more frantic and you reach round to probe your bum with your other hand. You'd never had anal sex before tonight. You thought it disgusting. He made you do it. Bastard.

But you loved it. You want it again. Your fingers try to create the sensation of being fucked that way but fail miserably. You want it. But you know you won't get it again unless you submit to more humiliation. To your surprise that thought makes you cum again. You gasp and moan into the pillow and then, as the climax subsides, you drift off to sleep.

Next morning you wake late. It's Saturday. You are meeting your friend Kaz to go shopping. You go through the motions of getting ready and make your way to the rendezvous with Kaz. You have a normal day. Shopping, coffee, lunch, then more shopping. You have a good time, but always, in the back of your mind, there is the lingering image of the rape.

At one point you pass the Anne Summers' sex shop near the mall. You have passed it a thousand times before but for the first time you are curious. What do they sell in there?

'Let's go in here,' you suddenly blurt out, and pull Kaz towards the door.

'For heaven's sake why? What if someone sees us? What are you thinking, Lou?' Kaz answers and pulls you past the door.

'I'm just curious. That's all. No big deal'

'Those places are just for perverts. It's probably full of dirty old men flicking through magazines and fondling the merchandise. It's disgusting.'

You don't argue. You allow Kaz to pull you on.

'I need some new jeans' she carries on not realising the turmoil you feel.

In Debenhams you are looking through the jeans with Kaz. She picks out a couple of pairs and heads for the changing area. You go with her as you have done a hundred times. Kaz enters the booth and you lean in by the side of the curtain. Kaz removes her coat and then wriggles out of the skirt she is wearing. Her back is to you as she bends to remove the skirt. For the first time you notice how pert her bum is. She is wearing sheer black tights and underneath she has on skimpy thong type lacy pants. She really has lovely legs and a cute bum. Suddenly you imagine pushing her to the floor and tearing open the gusset of her tights and licking her pussy. You can imagine its heat and the taste of her juices. You can hear her moans of pleasure as you lick her to orgasm. You are lost in this revere. Staring at your friend. Aware only of the feelings of arousal and lust. Lust for a woman. Lust for sex. You just want sex and you don't care who it's with...

'Lou! What do you think I said...'

You snap back, realising Kaz is waiting for your opinion. She has obviously asked more than once already.

'Good. Good, very sexy.'

'What?'

'I mean very nice. Looks good on you.'

'Jesus Lou, what's the matter with you today? You want to go into that sex shop, then you tell me I look sexy. Have you gone queer or something? Cause if you have don't be trying it on with me, it's just too creepy for words.'

'Don't be silly, you respond 'I just... Oh nothing ignore me I'm just a bit pre-occupied at the moment.

She's right. What is your problem? You can't stop feeling aroused. Even thinking about having sex with your friend. A woman! That bastard has made you into a pervert. Or is it just that the experience has opened you to new experiences? You decide to put it out of your mind and enjoy the rest of the day.

By the time you get back to Kaz's house you are aware that your panties are soaked. Despite trying to forget about sex you have felt aroused most of the day. The plan now is for you and Kaz to spend a relaxing evening at her place. A bottle of wine and a video and you will stay the night. But you don't want to do that. You know that you are going to want to masturbate again and you can't risk being heard. You're not even sure if you can wait for bedtime. Besides, you're not even sure if you can trust yourself not to make a pass at Kaz. You want an orgasm and you'd like it to be by someone else.

'I can't stay,' you suddenly announce.

'Why not? We always do this after a day out.'

'I know. I'm sorry. I just don't feel well. I need to be home. Sorry. I'll call you tomorrow.' With that you head out and get into your car.

As you drive home your head is a whirl of confused thoughts. You can't understand this. You have always thought sex was just something you did with a steady boyfriend. Never that important. You'd always focused on your career. You are ambitious and that has made you very determined. Sometimes you've felt you may even be aloof. Yes you'd had men. But it was all very gentle and polite. You made love in bed, with the lights out. Nice, but no fuss, no mess. You insisted on condoms even though you took your own precautions as well. The men dealt with the messy bit.

You'd enjoyed it. Of course you had. You didn't always cum but that was the men. Too quick. You didn't encourage oral sex as it embarrassed you. And you had never sucked a cock before last night. But now you wanted it all. You wanted to be licked and to suck. You wanted to be fucked, not made love to. You wanted to taste spunk again. But most of all you wanted to be fucked up the ass. You wanted to be filled and fucked hard. You wanted to be dirty. You wanted the mess.

Would he come tonight? Your fingers are pressing into your crotch as you drive and suddenly you realised the truth. You want him. You want to be raped and tied up and abused. You want to be fucked in every way possible. You want to be gang-raped and covered in spunk. Would he come tonight? Please let him come tonight. Your whole body is aching for sex. Dirty, nasty sex, with nasty brutish men. Big men, with big dicks that will fill you and hurt you.

You are panting and begging for him to come and your pussy is burning. You arrive home hardly remembering the journey at all. You run to the door and fall in. Ripping open your jeans you fall onto the hall floor just inside the door. The door is still ajar as you wriggle your jeans and pants down enough to get your fingers to your pussy. You are sprawled on the floor in the darkness wanking with two hands. Your eyes are closed and you are straining towards your orgasm, panting and gasping.

'Didn't I tell you she was a dirty slut' it's his voice in your head. No. He is here. Your eyes snap open and you see them silhouetted in the doorway. There are two men. No three. Or is it four? You can't tell.

You scramble backwards as they enter the house. You hear the door shut and there is darkness and hands grab you and lift you off the floor. You struggle but it is useless. You swear at them to leave but are stopped short by a ringing blow to your face. You are carried upstairs and into your bedroom. You are dropped onto the floor with a thud that momentarily knocks the wind out of you. You feel hands on you again and your clothes are stripped from your body. In a few moments you are naked and lying curled on your side on the floor, arms crossed in front of your body. Torchlight shines in your eyes and traces down your body.
This time Bobby didn"t stop. He lifted his head just long enough to say, "Come for me, wench!" Then he kept his tongue busy between her legs. In seconds, Annie was crashing into orgasm.

Keywords: Gun,

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