Category: rough sex

My husband is so proud of me that I go into th…

My husband is so proud of me that I go into the office so early. He knows I’m trying to get ahead so I can snag that promotion I’ve been asking for. He is so supportive of me and my ambition, which is why I married him in the first place. But some days I feel guilty, because I know the truth. I know the real reason I go into the office early. 

I wasn’t lying about trying to snag the promotion, but I definitely left out how I was going about getting it. I’d been coming in early so that my boss could fuck me right on top of his desk. I let him pound all of my holes as hard as he wants, too. He knows I’m married, and I know he is too. Maybe that’s what makes it so fun.

“So how many times do I have to fuck you before I get the promotion?” I asked him the moment he walked in the door. I’d been waiting for him in his office wearing nothing but my stockings and heels. I draped myself over his desk as he smiled and told me good-morning. He took off his clothes while I spread my legs, baring my pussy for him. 

“I don’t know. Why don’t we fuck some more and find out,” he smiled at me and I grinned back, excited to get him inside of me again. He fucked so much better than my husband. He had a hunger for me that my husband had lost for me long ago. To him, I was a fresh, new pussy to fuck and boy did he sure fuck it! He pulled my ass to the edge of his desk and bent down to give me a passionate kiss. 

There was so much between us and I could feel the current of his lust as it flowed through me. I lived for these moments alone with him before work. I tried  not to think of my husband laying in bed alone at home while I fucked my boss each morning. I took my boss’s cock deep inside of my pussy and I let him fuck me nice and hard, in a way that I had never let my husband take me. I don’t know why I let my boss do whatever he wanted to me, but I couldn’t help it. 

Maybe it was the way his cock made me cum in ways my husband’s never had. Maybe it was the way he dominated me, telling me what to do or how to do it. Maybe it was the promotion that I was earning with my pussy and would probably get if I just kept showing up early and letting him dump his cum in me. 

I knew he was using me. I knew I was nothing more than a cum dumpster for him. I was a hot secretary he could screw on the side. That thought made me cum so hard every time I thought about it. I was the side bitch. I was the other woman. And I was going to profit from it. I came so hard that I could feel my eyes roll so far back into my head that I was worried they wouldn’t roll back.

He fucked me harder and harder each day, drilling me into the desk until I had bruises from where the desk pushed into my skin. I let him slap me, pull my hair and choke me. I let him call me names and I did it all because I was a cheating slut. I told myself that I was doing this for the promotion, but I knew that it was much, much worse than that. I was fucking my boss because I was a slut. I liked cumming. I liked being used. The promotion would be nice, but my boss’s cock was pretty fucking perfect, promotion or not. 

He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. But those we…

He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. But those were his two best qualities. I was the kind of slut that needed it nice and hard. I needed to be used and treated like shit by someone that I knew truly didn’t give a shit about me. He was good at not giving a shit. He was good at making my body feel as worthless as I felt inside all of the time. 

His words burned and stung. His slaps, chokes and shakes made me tremble and cry out. I loved the pain when he abused me, but his hands were never enough. I needed his cock to abuse me too. I needed to feel him let go of himself and lose control on me. I needed to feel his anger course through me as he raped my pussy and my ass. 

He took what he wanted from me, and I didn’t have a choice. But I stayed with him, even after he started raping me every night. I stayed with him even after he started using my holes all day whenever, and however he wanted. I was the one that came the hardest when he raped me and I was the one that couldn’t seem to stay away. 

“Please! Fuck me!” I begged him, and I sounded so pathetic. I didn’t care. I wanted him to hate me. I wanted him to think of me as a pathetic piece of shit. I wanted him to hate fuck me, taking out all of his aggression, using all of his strength to tear my tiny, helpless body apart. 

slut-problems: Marissa and I chose our new roo…

slut-problems:

Marissa and I chose our new roommate carefully. We had been talking about adding a guy to our mix and so when Stephie moved out it was the perfect opportunity to choose a guy that would add to our lives in a meaningful way. We knew Kyle was the right guy when he came in to interview for the room. 

Kendra asked him, “Would you ever have a threesome with two hot girls?” and then she gestured to me, implying that she meant us. 

“I would absolutely love that,” he said, adjusting his dick in his pants as he sat before us. I looked at Marissa and indicated my desire. So it was settled. He moved in. 

All we had to do to set the ball in motion was start making out and licking each others’ pussies in our common areas and eventually he walked in on us and all the fun began. We all were having so much fun fucking each other that none of us wanted to go to work or get anything done. For weeks we barely functioned, only looking forward to the times when we could all be together fucking like wild rabbits. 

We all thought that the novelty and the fun would eventually wear off, but it’s been seven months and we are still going strong, still fucking constantly as a trio. In fact, both Marissa and I have also been sleeping with Kyle by ourselves when the other isn’t home. When all of this started I never would’ve imagined that it would play out like this, but it’s like we are all so compatible with one another. There isn’t a lot of jealousy either. It is the most perfect threesome I’ve ever heard of or seen. It’s pretty fucking awesome, actually. 

I’d never had an orgasm during sex and I was f…

I’d never had an orgasm during sex and I was fucking sick of it. I’d tried every position and lots of different guys. The only way I seemed able to cum was with my high-powered vibrator on my clit. I explained this to Joel and like every other guy before him, he was certain that he would crack the code and make me orgasm. I told him not to get his hopes up like every other guy before him had, but I could tell he was doing it anyway. 

“Have you every tried anal?” he asked me. 

“No, but I don’t see how that will help me cum…” I said skeptically. 

“Just trust me,” he said soothingly, but I didn’t trust him. This was going to be like all the other times. 

Joel kissed me deeply and he fingered my pussy and my asshole, trying to get me horny and ready. His kisses were nice and I liked the way his body felt against mine. I knew I wasn’t in love with him, but he had a nice smile and he really was a nice guy. I let him have his way with me, and I let him tease my mouth with his tongue as he worked his fingers in and out of me. 

“Do you have your vibrator?” he asked me. “The one you use to make your clit cum?” 

“Yeah, it’s right here,” I said and I got up to grab it. 

“Okay, lay back for me and turn that on. Put it on your pussy.” I obeyed him and I let him kiss me a bit as the vibrator took my clit closer and closer to an orgasm. It was feeling good to kiss him and feel the vibration on my clit. 

“Okay, I’m going to put my cock in your ass now,” he whispered, grabbing the lube. I tensed up a bit, afraid. I’d never had anal sex and I was pretty sure it was going to hurt. To my surprise, he was able to get his cock into my ass rather easily. My asshole sucked his cock right up inside of itself and I let out a long, low moan. It really did feel good between his cock in my butt and the vibe on my clit. 

“How is this?” he asked and I answered by letting out another moan, and then another. He kept on fucking me and I could tell that I was about to have one hell of an orgasm. He was fucking me harder and faster now and the vibrator was working my clit into a frenzy. That’s when it hit me. There was a wall of pleasure and it was like I smacked myself against it and it knocked me the fuck out. I felt like I could barely breathe as I took his cock deeper and deeper in my ass. 

“Did you just cum?” he asked me. 

“Yes!” I said with excitement. “Don’t stop! Keep going!” I screamed and Joel listened. He held my ass in place and he fucked me harder. And harder. And even harder. My screams became uncontrollable. I held the vibrator to my clit, not wanting my cum to ever end. I had needed this my whole life. I deserved this moment, and so I took it. 

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YES!” I screamed and Joel looked down at me, a crazed look in his eyes. He knew what he was doing to me, and he looked pleased with himself, so pleased that he lost control. I could see it in his face that he was cumming before he had wanted to. But I smiled at him, happy that he was feeling pleasure too. I watched his face as he came and I turned my vibrator off as he pulled his cock from my ass. 

“So you had an orgasm during sex!” he said with excitement. 

“Well, it wasn’t quite the way I had pictured,” I admitted. “But I’ll take it! Thank you so much Joel!” 

“You are more than welcome. I’d be happy to work on making some more orgasms for you if you want to,” he offered. 

“Yeah? I’m off from work today, so I have some time.” 

“I have time too,” he smiled. “But my dick needs a few minutes. Maybe we should try taking a shower together. Do you have a waterproof vibrator?” he asked. 

“As a matter of fact I do,” I smiled, and I got up to grab it. I had finally found a guy that could work with me! It was the best day of my life! I’d cum during sex!

slut-problems: Pastor Rick had found Melba on …

slut-problems:

Pastor Rick had found Melba on the streets, walking aimlessly. She was homeless and she was begging people for loose change or whatever other things they would give her. She would take food or drink, and anything else people were willing to give her. She had a glazed over, glassy look in her eyes that Pastor Rick recognized. She had given up on her life and she had lost all hope. 

He watched as Melba asked for change to each person that passed by and he waited to see if anyone was willing to give her greasy, homeless body a warm blanket, or a bit to eat but no one stopped. No one gave her anything. She crouched down on the side of the road and bowed her head. She began to cry silently, her tears shimmering like gold in the moonlight. 

Pastor Rick got out of his car and he walked to her. He held out a ten dollar bill to her and she grabbed for it and then looked up at him as if to question why he was being so kind. She said nothing as she took the ten and tucked it into a pocket. She didn’t smile or acknowledge him, and he realized then how forgone she was. She couldn’t be more than twenty-years-old, but she was covered in a layer of dirt and he wanted to help her, he really did. 

“I have a place for you to stay if you want to get out of the weather,” he told her and he offered his hand to her. She didn’t take it immediately. She paused as if she were thinking, contemplating all of her alternatives. 

“Where?” she asked. 

“I live nearby and I have a shower and a bed there for you. I may even have some fresh clothes for you if you don’t mind helping me out with something.” 

“What do you need help with?” she asked. 

“I need help with a lot of things. Maybe you can pick one to help me with?” he asked her. He reached for her hand and this time she stretched out her own to meet his and he pulled her up to standing. He helped her into his car and he began to drive back to his church. He knew that he could help her if she only would trust him. 

They arrived at the church and Pastor Rick took her back to his own quarters where he found a fresh towel and made sure there was a razor and some soap for Melba to clean herself with. 

“Here you are,” he said to her. “Just put your clothes outside the door and I will throw them in the washer for you.” 

“Okay,” she said and he waited for her to get into the shower. He went to the lost and found and pulled out a few items for Melba to wear while her clothes washed and dried. He hadn’t tried to work his magic on her yet. He wasn’t even sure if she was hot or not underneath the layers of filth and grime the streets had left on her. He wasn’t certain he even wanted to use her yet, until she emerged from the shower, her eyes bright and her cheeks rosy. Not only was she beautiful, she was stunning. She had used some of the make-up another girl had left in his bathroom earlier that week and she looked almost normal, except for the anxious way her eyes darted around the room like someone was coming for her. 

“Come sit down with me,” he said and he motioned for her to sit on his bed next to him so he could talk to her. “Listen,” he said and he turned his gaze deep inside of her. He stared into her soul, using his powers of hypnosis and suggestion to get Melba to do anything that he wanted. “You are mine now,” he told her. “You are going to help me and my congregation spread the truth about Jesus Christ now. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she said in a monotone voice. She was already under his spell. It had been too easy. Now all he needed to do was tell her what he wanted her to do. 

“You are going to serve my cock for me, emptying it as often as you can. I want you to use all of your holes. I want your pussy, your asshole and your mouth. You will want to give them to me whenever I ask you. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” she said. 

“Good. Now come here and suck on my cock for me. I like your make-up, by the way. It looks nice on you.” 

“It was in the bathroom,” she said. 

“I know. Now suck my cock,” he said and he pulled it out of his pants for her and even he was shocked at how much tenacity Melba put into her cock sucking. She worked his cock with her mouth in ways that most women were unable. She must have been a little abuse victim for the way she sucked cock and he was excited about this new find! He wanted to try using her in every possible way and in every possible hole, but for now he was solely focused on using her mouth, on fucking it as brutally as she would let him. 

She was so hypnotized by him that her eyes kept rolling back into her head as he used her face. He worked his cock in and out of her mouth, pushing it down her throat as far as it would go. She took it without choking, confirming that she was either an abuse victim or a hooker. Either way, Pastor Rick was rejoicing on his good find! He was enjoying the way she took his cock down her throat, the way she didn’t even choke. It felt like he was fucking a pussy and he loved every second of it! 

“I’m going to cum, you slut! You want the cum all over your face?” She looked up at him with sad, used eyes and he decided that he would cum all over them. He pulled his cock out and he smiled sadistically at her. 

“Open your pretty eyes nice and wide for Pastor Rick,” he commanded her and he watched as she obeyed. Then, with great aim he shot his load all over those pretty, brown eyes. She flinched as the cum landed in her eyes and he finished himself off all over the rest of her face. “Take the Holy Semen all over your stupid face, whore. It will cleanse you of all your sins.” She touched the cum on her face and looked at him with disdain for a moment. 

“Now wipe it off of your face and eat it. This is the Holy Semen. If you ingest it, it will bring you eternal life,” he said. 

“What if I don’t want eternal life?” she asked. “What if I just want to die?” 

“That can be arranged, whore, but you’d better eat my cum before I beat the shit out of you,” he said raising his hand to her. She flinched again and then followed his orders, eating his cum obediently. 

“See, Melba. You did it! Now all you have to do is follow my orders and you’ll be just fucking fine.” 

“Are you going to rape all of my holes?” she asked. She didn’t seem afraid, or even surprised by the situation. 

“Of course I am. Isn’t that what you want?” he smiled at her sadistically. 

“I’m just happy to have a warm place to sleep,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t give me that bullshit about the Holy Semen.” 

“It’s not bullshit, Melba. My semen is fucking Godly, and to insist otherwise is blasphemous and is punishable by death.” 

“Cool,” she said. “I’ve been wanting to die for a long time.” 

“Well then, whore, I’m happy to help. I’m all about the long, slow, torturous deaths though,” he told her and he gave her a sneer he usually reserved for the mirror. He was always having to put on a front for his congregation that he was a nice guy that was just trying to help. Melba had seen through all of that and for that he was glad. Now he had a girl he could fuck with that knew all about what a heinous and horrible man he really was. He would help her die, most definitely. She would die a slow, painful death filled with brutal beatings and hard fucking from his cock in every one of her stupid, little holes. 

slut-problems: I want to be raped and used by…

slut-problems:

I want to be raped and used by him more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Every time he walks by I imagine us on my couch fucking, his hands wrapping my neck. He slaps me, back and forth across the face. 

“You cheating bitch,” he says and we both know it’s true as he pounds my pussy with his cock even harder. I cum like crazy on his dick. His cock is bigger. He’s better looking. He fucks better. My husband is great and all, but his brother Chet is the one I really want. I married the wrong brother, but it’s okay. I’m going to somehow let him know. I’m going to get him in my pussy! I’m going to drain load after load of his precious cum into my hungry, little pussy. I know he wants me. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. I can tell he wants to devour me, to tear me apart with his cock, to choke me with his hands. 

I can sense that he likes it rough. He’s not vanilla like my fucking husband. I’m so fucking bored with the wrong brother. I wish there were a way to get rid of my husband and then take his brother instead. If there was a way I would have thought of it by now. So instead I think about Chet while I fuck my husband. I think about everything that we would do and exactly how we would do it. 

“You came so hard,” my husband says after I have an orgasm that was inspired by Chet. 

“I know,” I tell him. “I was thinking about getting choked and slapped. Maybe you should try that on me sometime.” I leave out the part about Chet. He can’t know. 

“You know I’m not into that, babe. I could never hurt you,” he says. As sweet as that is it makes me want to die. What’s a girl got to do to get manhandled around here, anyway? Every time he says something like that it just pushes me one step closer, one step further to Chet. I know Chet would choke me out until I passed out. I just fucking know it. 

“Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you!” I screamed…

“Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you!” I screamed as he walked through the door! “I frosted you some cookies! And I made you this!” I held up the painting I’d made of us while he was gone at work. 

“Baby girl!” he opened his arms for me as I ran to him, the picture still in my hand. I wrapped my arms around him and he closed himself around me, filling me with his inner warmth. 

“Oh, Daddy, I missed you so much!” 

“I missed you too, beautiful girl.” He smiled at me lovingly and then I handed him the painting. I watched closely as he set his satchel down on the floor and looked closer at what I’d made for him. 

“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked, hoping he really did. 

“This is beautiful,” he said. “Is this us?” 

“YES!” I screamed, happy that he could tell. 

“Let’s put it up on the bulletin board,” he said, and he walked right over to it and pinned it up. “There! And now you must be ready for your reward.” He smiled down at me as I looked up at my painting, in the place of honor I had hoped it would end up. 

“My reward?” I asked, excited. I loved rewards!

“Yeah, come on into the bedroom and I’ll give it to you,” he said, his voice taking on a sexy twinge, just the way I liked it best. 

“Okay!” I said excitedly and I skipped after him into the bedroom. He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, and he began to pull my shoes off and then my socks. Then he helped me out of my dress and my bra. 

“Do you like my pink panties, Daddy?” I asked him, knowing that he did. I’d worn them for him because I knew that he liked them. 

“I love your panties, baby girl,” he said with a twisted smile. He scrambled out of his own clothes and then he was on top of me, kissing me with a hunger that I’d never seen another man possess for me. I was hungry for him too and I met every one of his kisses with my own insatiable hunger. 

He pulled my pink panties off of me and smiled at them before he threw them to the floor. I giggled as he poised his cock just above my pussy and gave me a naughty look as he pushed it inside of me. I let my senses fill with Daddy’s love as his cock moved in and out of me. I had never felt so close to someone as I did with Daddy. Every movement of his hips, every thrust of his cock made me feel so special. I loved him so deeply, so richly, and so fully. I felt like my heart was going to burst. 

Instead it was my pussy that burst. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I came hard for him. I moaned and screamed for him, unable to believe that this was real, and that the pleasure that I was experiencing with him were actually possible. He suddenly flipped me over and next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees. 

“Daddy…”

“Baby girl…” 

He pushed into me from behind and I could feel myself full of him again, and it was almost too much. I was bursting with joy and my heart was so full of love that I almost couldn’t take it. That’s when I came again, and as I did I reached up and grabbed Daddy by the neck. I held onto him that way, arching my back as he banged into me from behind. 

I was screaming so loudly and I knew that I had never cum this hard in my entire life. The love I felt for Daddy was so intense, that I knew I was in over my head. I was drawing in his love and I clung to him for dear life, trying to make it through the waves of pleasure that coursed through me, over me and under me. My orgasms were a dark and stormy sea, and we rocked together there, back and forth as I screamed and cried. I knew that I couldn’t handle any more pleasure, that I was about to explode. I tried to scream for him, to tell him to slow down, to stop, when it happened. 

An even bigger wave of pleasure washed all the other waves out. I shrieked so loudly that I was already losing my voice. Daddy just kept fucking me, pounding me, no matter how I begged him to stop. 

“Please! Please! Please! Stop Daddy! Stop!” I screamed, but he didn’t stop. He knew somehow that I didn’t really want him to stop. Just like I never wanted him to leave and I never wanted him to let go or pull his cock out of me. I wanted him inside of me forever, and I wanted to be a part of him, for us to become one. 

That was when Daddy came, and I could hear his loud moans of pleasure as he let go and filled my pussy to the brim with his hot Daddy cum. I loved him so fiercely. I wanted him forever. My hands were still wrapped around his neck, my back still arched in an uncomfortable pose. 

“I love you, baby girl,” he whispered, and I lifted my face toward his. He bent down until his lips met mine and we shared the most intimate kiss of our relationship. It was so sweet and tender and I could feel all of his love inside of me. I only hoped that he could feel mine. 

My mother told me not to give myself away too …

My mother told me not to give myself away too easily, not to let men have what they wanted too soon. She told me to respect myself and I listened to her with my eyes wide and my heart heavy. I told myself I would always listen to my mother and I would make men respect me. I would make them work to get my pussy, like my mother taught me. I would insist that they were in love with me first and I would make them treat me well. 

I don’t know where I went wrong, or how. All I know is that he’s pounding my pussy as hard and fast as he wants to, and he expects me to take it. I know I promised I wouldn’t give up my pussy to any guy unless he says he loves me, but somehow he convinced me to let him stick his cock inside of me. I don’t know what possessed me to say yes, but ever since then all he wants to do to me is fuck me. He doesn’t take me out on dates anymore. He doesn’t dote on me or buy me things like he did at the beginning. 

Now all he takes is my body. As soon as I walk through his front door he grabs me and pulls all of my clothes off. Then he fucks me as hard as he wants for as long as he wants. I tried to stick up for myself. I asked him why we never went anywhere anymore and why he just fucks me all the time. 

“I thought you liked cumming, honey,” is all he had to say about that, right before he bent me over and shoved his cock into me from behind. 

“But! But, my mother told me that if a guy is only using me for sex that it’s not a real relationship,” I tried to explain as he pinned me down and shoved his cock into my pussy for round three. He’d already used me twice and I was so sore I couldn’t imagine fucking anymore. 

“Your mother is old-fashioned,” he told me. “She doesn’t know the way the world works now. Now girls like getting fucked. They like cumming. They don’t need to play stupid games. We all know you want this,” he said, his voice harsh and sadistic. 

“What if I don’t like it?” I asked him. 

“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop,” he said and though he had my face pressed down into the pillow and he was hammering away at my pussy with his cock, I suspect he could still see the guilty look on my face. He had called my bluff, and he was right. I did enjoy getting my pussy fucked. I enjoyed how hard he fucked me and how much he made me cum. It just made me feel guilty somewhere, deep down. 

The thoughts of my guilt were punctuated by the thrusts of his cock, deep inside of my pussy. I let out a few screams of pleasure. Why did I love being used so much? My mother had been right. I should have stood up for myself. Then none of this would be happening. But then, I wouldn’t be cumming this hard, either. And that’s when I had to stop thinking as my orgasm peeled my mind away from the core, until there was no thought, only pleasure. Until I surrendered to my true purpose, being the place he liked to dump his cum. 

You can feel it all around you. It’s in the ai…

You can feel it all around you. It’s in the air, in your breath, coursing through you like the desire you feel in your heart when you know I’m about to strike, about to take you. You are a scared, little bunny and I am the hunter, the one who will stalk you until you are nothing but a pile of broken girl all over my bed. I won’t stop until you are a tenderized and used up piece of meat. I will not stop until you are truly mine. 

You can feel it all around you. It’s in your bones, and now it’s deep inside of you, deep in your pussy. It’s pounding, and pounding, relentlessly hounding you until you feel your screams erupting from your depths within. I know you don’t understand what it is you like about the way I use you, the rough heart with which I tear your body, mind and soul apart, the whirlwind that rips you into shreds and takes your body down. 

Go ahead and scream. Go ahead and writhe and yell. Go ahead and show me what I already know, that you live for these moments when I take control and drive you forward toward the places you’ve always longed to go. I’m going to take you home, you fucking slut. I’m going to drive this cock so fucking deep into your cunt that it’s going to come out your filthy, little mouth. Can you feel how deep I am inside you, hollowing you out until you’re nothing but an empty soul for me to fuck? I’ll break you down, I’ll make you beg, I’ll listen to your screams as you cry for me. 

Your screams are like music to my ears. Cry for me, baby. Sing me the perfect tune of lust. Sing for me as you cum, screaming my name, screaming and cursing as I break you down completely. 

His brutality had me hooked. It made me cum so…

His brutality had me hooked. It made me cum so fucking hard that I didn’t care what he did to demean and use me. I wanted it. I craved it. I was hooked. 

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