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35 Stories of Forced Sex
Anna Mann and Ginny Watson
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Authors note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
A Fall From Grace
Call Me Angie
Cosplay – Rape Her
Drugged And Banged On My Birthday
Forced By Our Professor
Fulfilling Her Fantasy
Molesting The Model
Paying The Price
A note from the Author
Pillaged By The Pack
Raped By The Dog
Raped In The Ruins
Raped On Flasher Street
Gang Rape Her
Raping The Ebony Tease
Rape My Wife
Road Rage Rape
Rosie Gets Raped
Wrong Place – Wrong Time
A note from the Author
Bestiality, Incest & Rape
I Came On My Sleeping Daughter
The Darkest Secret
Kay took another sip then swallowed hard, the raw spirit burned her tongue but she barely noticed. One more glass and I’ll be ready she told herself and reached for the bottle of brandy she had bought earlier. What she had planned required a little Dutch courage, and probably a couple of screws loose she silently admitted. It wasn’t something many girls tried to instigate, hell she didn’t even know if it was going to happen, a lot of things needed to slot conveniently into place.
“But I do want it.” she told her reflection in the mirror, maybe she was a little crazy, maybe she was a whole lot crazy she couldn’t say, but what she did know for sure was that what she had planned was a fantasy that had lived inside her for years.
Why now? That was a question that proved a little easier to answer. Four months pregnant Kay had felt her horniness mounting daily. Now her belly had started to show and her breasts had begun to fill, and every day my pussy is dripping she told herself as she studied her fishnet dress, delighted that as they grew harder her nipples had worked through the holes and now stood proud and free.
I shouldn’t really be drinking she added with a hint of guilt as she pressed a hand against her swollen belly. But just one night won’t hurt. She knew other girls her age who went clubbing, drank to excess and smoked heavily while going on to give birth to a perfectly healthy baby. And I want to do this before I get married and settled down. Steve her boyfriend had popped the question, more to appear to be doing the right thing rather than through any actual willingness, but twenty two year old Kay wasn’t exactly ready either. It just seems like the thing to do she told herself, maybe the prospect of married life scared her a little, but not more than bringing a baby into the world alone.
So it’s not just because I’m so horny she thought then grinned, it’s because I’m running out of time too.
Stepping back from the full length wardrobe mirror Kay studied the overall effect of her dress. The net was a reasonably fine mesh, not too large and not so small that it obscured her body beneath. With both erect nipples poking through and her dark areola showing nicely she knew that everyone who saw her would understand that it was a statement being made, dressed yet completely naked. And I’m not wearing these panties she decided. It had been a debate but now that she was looking at herself the white cotton briefs were proving to be a distraction, the fabric a stark contrast to her deep brown skin tone. Moments later she had wriggled them down to her ankles, oh yeah that looks much better she thought and shivered in excitement to see how well the shaved triangle of her dark mound showed through the mesh.
Now, it’s time to make fantasy a reality she told herself and slipped into a long coat that reached to her knees, she knew where she was going and checking the time she smiled. Almost 1AM, and if I stroll casually I should get there before 2.
Her front door closed with a click and she looked around cautiously before pushing the key under a loose brick in the wall that separated her rented house from the neighbour. Now I don’t have to worry about losing it if things work out. Stepping onto the street she pressed two fingers against her wrist, her pulse was racing, but not from fear, it was a sign of her intense anticipation.
It will be safe for the first mile or so she reminded herself as she pulled the belt around her coat tighter and headed from the suburbs toward the town centre. From there she would then wander toward the old industrial park. In her town industry had died many years before, businesses had been crushed under an onslaught of cheap imports. Eventually every unit on the park stood empty and decay had swiftly set in, now the zone was a sinister place, barely lit and rank with overgrown weeds.
It was a place that people avoided, seedy and dirty by day, and after darkness had fallen it became the domain of perverts. The shadows hid flashers and dirty old men, this was a place where morality never ventured, and of course no decent girl would ever walk there. Only hookers and the terminally naive. The hookers were there usually because they were reaching the end of their careers, middle aged women with wrinkles and saggy, empty tits and cunts that had given up the battle and sagged even worse than the boobs. On rare occasions a drunken clubber would wander the wrong way, one of those college types, big fat tits, a short skirt and a dizzy head filled with air.
And that is who I will be tonight Kay told herself and felt her nipples harden further as her excitement mounted. Now the centre lay behind her, she had been walking for less than twenty minutes and already weeds were appearing in the cracked pavement. She was getting closer, and as her pussy began to drip she unbuckled the belt and let her coat gape.
Life had never been particularly kind to Alex. Often, when sobriety visited him he would look back on a waste. His marriage had collapsed, but he had never resented her for leaving, he had a problem that he knew she would never understand and so he had tried to hide his compulsion away.
He remembered when it had first begun, just out of college he had found himself a job as a bicycle courier. Alex would pedal furiously across the city delivering important documents and small packages. It was a hectic life and very often he found himself caught short between his base and destination. Winter was the worst as he felt the chill creep into his bladder and turn a dull need into a raging demand. Determined not to piss himself he had turned swiftly into a small and leafy lane and almost tossing his bike aside he tore at his zip and tugged out his limp cock aiming into the gap in a wooden fence. The relief was instant and he shuddered mid flow, he had successfully saved his pants so no red face at his next stop as he tried to think of an excuse that would work to explain sodden trousers from the crotch down. It was right at that moment that Alex had looked up, and then gasped to find a middle aged woman standing in her window not more than a dozen paces away, a woman staring at his cock.
Alex willed his flow to end and began to pull away but suddenly stopped. He followed her eyes, he saw the longing in her expression, and as he continued to pee he felt his meat begin to stiffen.
And she never took her eyes off it he recalled, she loved every second, and rather than quickly zip up and race away Alex had taken a ridiculously long time shaking the last drips from the end. At that point he was so hard he was on the verge of showing her another more creamy flow. He saw her eyes come up to meet his, she licked her lips suggestively then squeezed her tits together so it looked as though her blouse might burst open... and then, in the blink of an eye she was gone.
That moment changed his life. She wasn’t pretty or desirable in fact she was really quite plain and verging on overweight, but none of that mattered to Alex, he just had to remember her eyes and their intensity and his cock turned to iron. The following day he returned, and without any real urge to pee he pressed close to the fence and let his hard cock point toward her window. Disappointment flooded as the window remained empty. Alex waited until the cold shrivelled his arousal, feeling as deflated as his cock he began to tuck himself away only to pause. He had heard the clicking of heels on pavement, Alex held his breath as the footsteps drew closer, he peeped to the side and gasped, the woman approaching was much younger and gorgeous. Suddenly his boner returned so hard that it was almost painful and his cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment. Just as she was about to pass him he turned to face her and stroked his shaft pulling the foreskin back to reveal a throbbing and swollen glans.
The woman’s stride faltered as she noticed that the man who had been facing away from her was now waving a straining cock at her. Her mouth fell open and eyes widened, shock was written across her face, a shock that turned to something akin to horror as Alex lost control and shot a thick rope of cum directly at her, his seed splashing to the pavement beside her foot. Frozen she hesitated clearly not sure if she should turn and run or rush past the semen squirting flasher. Alex grunted, his second spurt stronger, and groaning deeply he saw the colour drain from her cheeks as his semen dripped from her fingers.
Alex had grabbed his bicycle, and as the pretty young woman stared aghast at her cum splattered hand he pedalled hard all the time struggling to tuck his still solid and oozing cock back into his pants.
IN THE WEEKS THAT FOLLOWED Alex gradually began to relax and accept what he was becoming. During the week directly after his display he had feared every movement outside his small rented apartment, every shuffling footstep he imagined belonged to the police. Somehow they had traced him and he imagined them at his door with expressions of disgust and handcuffs. But time passed and he never felt the heavy hand of the law on his shoulder, his confidence grew as his self-loathing faded away. He had dreams, almost every night, dreams where he repeated his exposure over and over again. He always saw her face, her shock to see his waving cock, eventually he twisted her look of revulsion into an expression of desire. She had enjoyed his show, and she had relished the warmth of his sperm on her fingers.
Of course Alex had to do it again, and he did over the next ten years, hundreds of times, sometimes with great success, others were a disappointment. His target would glance and shrug, a case of no big deal, Alex loved their shock, and the gasp he heard always pushed him close to ejaculation, so disinterest would leave him feeling empty, and in a strange way... cheated.
His career changed and he found himself driving around the country, it was a relief in a way because he had decided that lightening should never strike twice in the same place, he deliberately avoided using an area too many times. He also married, but despite having a beautiful and loving wife he still felt the need for exposure.
His moment of shame came several years after his marriage, crouching down behind a low hedge he had followed the movements of a stunning young woman. At first he had wondered if she was working, he rarely flashed hookers because mostly they laughed at his display. Having seen far too many cocks they were decidedly jaded when another was waved at them.
But she isn’t a hooker he had told himself as she drifted closer, and she is beautiful he added as he stroked himself to the point of orgasm. He was an expert at controlling his climax, he always timed it perfectly so that he could approach, stroke to draw her attention then shoot before she could turn and run. The young woman drew closer, Alex saw a bead of cum ooze from the head of his cock and knew that the moment had arrived. With a groan he stood and pushed through the scanty bush, he saw her eyes drawn to his cock, her mouth opened slightly in surprise. His cum spurted hard and hit her on the thigh, his second eruption shot higher to splatter against her blouse... it was the most perfect performance of his life... and then it all came crashing down as she leapt forward and spinning him around she forced him to the ground. Shocked and immobilised Alex had felt his heart sink as the cold steel of handcuffs wrapped around his wrists.
That was the beginning of his disgrace. The undercover officer had been watching out for a group of thugs that had been terrorising lone women, but she was more than happy to arrest a flashing pervert.
His trial made the newspapers and with a picture of his face printed in every local rag the women started to come forward, each of them claiming to have witnessed the same pervert in action.
A specialist declared that his condition would not improve with a custodial sentence, and so Alex went into therapy just as his wife walked out of their marriage. And with his reason for living beyond salvation he played the therapy game, and after just six months he walked away... rehabilitated they said... but in his mind he knew that it was a very different thing.
Alex wasn’t cured.
Alex was just going to be more careful.
Kay looked over her shoulder but saw nothing. The sparsely placed street lights flickered and stuttered, some had given up completely and left pools of darkness surrounded by a deep gloom. Ahead lay the skeletons of once busy factories and warehouses, behind lay the fading lights of the city and civilisation.
A stray mutt had made her start as it darted from the cover of thick grass and nettles that had grown up in a patch of waste ground where once a row of shops had stood. She checked her pulse again and found it the same as before, still she wasn’t scared... the reaction was simply her excitement building.
And now the fun begins she told herself as ahead she saw the orange flicker of flames dancing against a crumbling wall. Bums and vagrants she realised, even in the summer months they seemed to crowd around their fire lit inside an old forty gallon oil drum.
The coat slipped from her shoulders and Kay folded it neatly then lifted a raft of creeping weeds to push the bundle underneath hiding it from sight. Now only the skimpiest of net dresses stood between her nudity and dozens of lusting eyes. Her head held high Kay walked forward, a glance down confirmed that despite the low light her nipples and mound were clear to see. The firelight grew stronger, she heard low conversations, wood smoke drifted on the breeze along with alcohol and body odour. Kay shuddered as wicked thoughts ran through her head, she could see them now, so many of them all dressed the same way, boots and filthy torn coats, most sported scruffy beards and long unwashed hair. Several turned to study her as she approached, suspicious eyes peered from grimy faces. She understood their silence, these were men excluded from society, men who were blamed for every criminal act that ever happened.
And I could be a trap she realised, after all how many other naked black girls wandered such a threatening area in the early hours of the morning. Of course they would mistrust anything that looked too good to be true. Kay saw them whispering to each other, their voices so low she couldn’t catch a single word. But they are discussing me she thought as she slowly walked past, and soon they will be looking at my ass, and I think that is even more tempting.
On she walked slowly approaching what had been a vast car showroom. Now the entire glass frontage had been shattered leaving wide voids filled with shadow. Kay drew level with the front entrance then caught her breath, a deeper darkness had moved in the shadows and she heard broken glass underfoot... someone had seen her...
And now he’s following me she told herself, then realised that between her legs a slippery flood had formed.
ALEX HAD DRIFTED AFTER his therapy sessions. Of course he had lost his job, and the stigma of being a registered sex offender hung around his neck like an albatross, it was something that he was not permitted to hide from any potential employer... and he didn’t really blame them when they turned him away.
They hadn’t all turned him away, not completely. He had sat on the opposite side of the desk from a Ms Jenkins, a member of the HR department for a string of real estate agents. He had applied for a position as a lister, the guy who found new properties to sell, and took photographs and details. It would be perfect for him, fresh air, driving around new areas... always his mind was on new flashing opportunities.
“Is there anything else I should know.” the young brunette had asked. The interview had gone so well that Alex felt a small tear welling in the corner of his eye as he slowly nodded, he had to tell her because it was a condition of his suspended sentence.
“Yeah,” he sighed and pushed his hand into his pocket to feel his rapidly swelling cock, “I’m on the Sex Offenders Register.”
Her eyes darted up to his and for a split second he could have sworn that a smile had flickered.
“Really?” she said softly, “Do you mind me asking what you did?”
“Exposure.” Alex replied, that time he was sure the smile had teased her lips. “I’m a chronic flasher.” Under his coat he sneaked a hand to his zip and gingerly began to ease it down. The interviewer nodded.
“So you showed yourself to who? Schoolgirls?”
Alex frowned, that was something that he had never done, he may have been a pervert but he prided himself on a few moral standards.
“Never,” he replied quietly as he eased his standing cock free of his pants under the coat. “No Ms Jenkins, I have only flashed pretty young women like you... and we both know I haven’t got this job... so why don’t you make my day and take a look at this?” and as he finished speaking he eased the coat away and sat in front of her openly stroking his erect cock.
The brunette stared at his display her expression neutral, and then she looked up from his cock to focus on his eyes. “I think what you are doing right now could put you behind bars if I were to report you.”
Alex followed her eyes back down to his groin and smiled, she was so calm and casual yet still she watched. “You would probably be doing me a favour,” he replied as he concentrated on controlling the orgasm being fed by her eyes. “At least inside I won’t have to stress about not being able to get a job.”
“I’m not going to report you,” she had answered, “Because I think you will find work eventually.”
“But not here, not today!” Alex smiled as she shook her head, he liked her, he liked all the girls who had watched him without turning away.
“No, not here.” she agreed, then bit her lower lips as his cum jumped into the air and landed in a sticky line across her desk. “But it will happen.” she replied softly as he stood, and taking a small step forward Alex shot his second load across her upturned face.
“You are as much of a pervert as me.” he whispered as he laid another line cross her blouse to soak into her tits.
She had looked up at him and grinned as his seed leaked into her mouth and dripped from her chin.
“Maybe I am,” she replied then licked her lips, “But the difference between us is I never got caught doing anything illegal... and I never will.”
His wife had cleaned him out during the divorce and what was left of his small savings began to trickle away. No-one had looked upon his case with any sympathy and so the pariah had sunk into the shady world of the derelict-lands. Alex sheltered in the decaying buildings, sometimes he earned a little as a casual labourer, and for a while he had tended the garden of a woman who had a good heart and no idea of his past. But it wasn’t long before he was revealed, and for the first time it hadn’t been Alex doing the revealing.
That had been his last reasonably regular job, now he relied on the little he received from the authorities. His home was any one of a hundred derelict shells, and at night he slept with one eye open, always fearful of the desperate men that surrounded him.
And so Alex had settled into a corner of a long abandoned car showroom and let his mind drift back to his greatest crime and his absolute fall from grace.
It had been during the previous summer, one of those nights were the heat of the day had lingered radiating up from the pavement. It was a Friday, he remembered that because the city had been thronged with girls in light summer dresses that left little to the imagination, and many wore even less than that. Boob tubes without bras, skin tight and nipple emphasising. Micro miniskirts that displayed thongs that seemed to disappear right inside the girl’s body when she bent over, Alex had seen several and wondered if they did it for effect. Others wandered around in shorts that were so tight they rode up between puffy lips to create a toe that would make any camel proud. That night the array of sexy girls had driven Alex almost to distraction as he watched them from a darkened shop front. He was slumped on a cardboard box with his belongings gathered together in a couple of black plastic bags. In their eyes he was just another bum, reluctantly he had to concede that they were correct in their assumptions. One pretty young thing dressed in a completely revealing top had approached, leaned forward until Alex could look directly at her naked tits, and then dropped a few coins beside his knees. “Get something to eat... on Me.” she had added as his eyes bore into her erect nipples.
Alex had grunted his thanks and berated himself for having sunk so low as to need the charity of such a pretty young thing. She walked away with a grin on her lips and Alex instantly understood her, she had also gained a small thrill, probably something that she would never admit but she had also flashed. And she is buzzing inside like I do when they look. And I was safe in a way, it’s not like accidentally showing a friend, that would always look staged... no I’m safe because I’m a bum, and she will probably never bump into me again. So there will never be any red faced shame.
Alex smiled and stuffed the coins in his pocket, she had made him even hornier than usual and he wished he had been quick witted enough to show her his cock. But she had gone, lost in the crowd.
Midnight had passed and the crowds began to thin, now many of the girls were drunk, some staggering, a few clinging desperately to lamp posts and metal railings. Alex watched a black girl with a quickening interest. Unsteady on her feet he had seen her slump sideways against the wall beside him, her eyes closed and she counted slowly to ten. He grinned, she was trying to force herself sober. No chance of that he chuckled softly, she had slid down the polished granite facade and now sat on the floor not more than a couple of paces from his side.
“Hey there sexy.” he had said quietly as he shuffled closer and began to free his rapidly stiffening cock.
The girl shook her head and quickly placed a hand over her mouth in an effort not to vomit.
“I think you had too much to drink.” Alex reached her side and pressed against her wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“John, is that you?” she slurred, “Fuck babe, I am so pissed.”
“Yeah I can see that,” Alex laughed then slid his hand inside her blouse to squeeze a fat yet firm breast. “You just relax here with me until your head stops spinning.”
She looked down and squinting through one eye began to giggle, against his dark pants the white skin of his erect cock almost glowed in the pale lamp light. “Dirty bastard.” the girl hiccupped then continued to giggle... and clearly convinced that she was sitting with boyfriend John she slowly leaned forward and took the standing cock into her warm mouth.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” Alex groaned as he placed his hand on the back of her head and grasped her thick hair, “Suck me you dirty little slut.”
The black girl mumbled and gurgled as she tried to pull away, Alex pushed her down with more force and closed his eyes as she began to gag. He was a big guy, not BBC size but certainly above average in both length and girth. Now his tool was forcing into her throat and she was fighting both the reflex to gag, and also to breathe. “Suck me,” he grunted as her fingernails clawed at his thigh. Panic had filled her and suddenly she was sober. Alex pulled free just as she understood the only way to be free of him was to bite, and bite hard. Just in time his cock cleared her pearly white teeth as they closed with a snap. Alex maintained his grip on her hair twisting viciously and killing her urge to struggle. Now she grimaced as he pulled her head back and rising to his knees he quickly took himself in hand and jerked off unloading into her gasping mouth before directing a wad to land in her eye.
“Now I’ve painted you white.” he chuckled as spurt after spurt splashed against her ebony skin.
The black girl blinked hard in an effort to squeeze the stinging cum from her eyes and began to softly sob. Alex released her hair and rocked back on the balls of his feet. “I never really fancied a black chick before,” he said almost conversationally, “But after tonight I think my attitude is going to change.” His hand slipped up her inner thigh as she sagged back against the wall, just as swiftly as it had returned her sobriety deserted again leaving her head spinning and sight blurred. Alex continued to probe between her thighs before smiling to find that she was wearing a thong. His fingers slipped past the slender strip of delicate fabric and pushed between sodden lips. Which means she’s horny too he reasoned, or why would she be so wet? This is turning her on!
Instantly his cock twitched back to life. It’s been a very long time he told himself , and the black girl groaned softly as he began to turn her over onto her hands and knees. Unsteadily she wobbled and Alex lifted her short skirt and laid it on the small of her back. “You’ve got a fucking beautiful ass.” he said in genuine appreciation, round and brown the cheeks were firm yet elastic to his touch, “Now let’s see if you have a beautiful cunt too?”
Weakly she protested, but Alex ignored her whispered plea as he placed the end of his still oozing cock against her pink slit. She wants this he told himself, she’s just playing hard to get... and as she groaned loud he rammed his length deep inside her hole and marvelled at how hot and tight she was.
It was a shock he told himself as he returned to the present and his dirty vermin infested corner in the abandoned showroom, but that dirty black slut was so fucking tight. And how she had moaned as he pumped her hard, with one hand he tugged the buttons from her blouse to let her tits hang and swing in time with his passion. He had even amazed himself that he had managed to pump so much cum up her gripping and twitching hole.
He had left her gasping on the floor, face down with her tits smeared on the concrete and her legs spread to display how wide she was gaping as his cum trickled from between her lips.
And that started my fascination with black girls he sighed, once you go black you never go back. The expression made a lot of sense to him because since that very first time he had grabbed a variety of drunk girls and fucked them hard, white girls, Indian girls, Asian girls... but the black girls were always the best.
And I’m horny now just remembering.
And then Alex gasped, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief... because walking across the frontage of the showroom was a girl, a girl who was almost naked... a black girl who was almost naked.
Hallucination? Or a dream come true?
He didn’t know for sure, but he was about to find out.
KAY SLOWED HER PACE a little and resisted the urge to look back over her shoulder, more stealthy sounds had confirmed that she was still being followed and before she could stop herself she had pressed her palm to her mound and slipped a finger through a hole in the net.
Slippery when wet she giggled inside, she wasn’t just wet she was dripping, she pictured how she must look, her milky arousal glistening on contrasting shades of skin, dark chocolate outside with a delicate pink inner. Circling her clit she continued forward and listened for his approach.
It’s actually going to happen she told herself, it had almost happened before, when she was just eighteen.
But I made a mistake that night she reminded herself, I spoke to him, actually chatted about my body and sex... so when I spread my legs it wasn’t rape.
She had worn the same dress then but with panties, a dark brown that closely matched her skin tone. And she had kept the coat on just allowing it to gape when the man approached her.
It had been close to midnight and Kay had strolled to a secluded area of the local park, so many men had propositioned her that night thinking she must be a hooker, and it was nice to take a break from the offers she thought as she settled down on a wooden bench to debate what she should do next. What she wanted most just wasn’t happening, and then she had sensed a presence, a feeling of someone watching, a feeling that made her tingle all over.
Do it she had urged silently as she set her focus on a distant and dark building on the horizon. I must be crazy her inner voice decided, to be setting herself up as a target. Women avoid places like this for the very same reason that I’m here. Don’t wander around there after dark, there are only perverts and rapists around that place.
And she had intentionally ventured into the forbidden zone that ran from the old industrial area through to the eastern end of the city park, and it was the perverts and rapists that she wanted to meet... perverts had shown in abundance, but it was the rarer and more careful breed that she craved the most.
And he wasn’t that breed she admitted when she looked back on that night, he had emerged from the bushes where he had been spying. But rather than grab her and wrestle her bodily to the ground he had started a conversation. A creepy conversation she had conceded, but he had actually chatted before the urge had overtaken him. Even then he had been filled with remorse, his cock wilting within moments of pushing between her shaven lips. He wasn’t a rapist she told herself as he turned tail and quickly disappeared back into the bushes, he may have been a lurker and a perv but when push came to shove his sense of morality had won. Yes, he had penetrated her, but the second that she began to struggle and say no he had pulled out and run.
He was an opportunist, not a rapist... but what about the guy behind me now she asked herself as blood pounded in her ears and her breath came shallow and rapid. Is he a pervert?
Or is he the man that I have always dreamed of meeting?
ALEX WATCHED HER PASS the broken windows and groaned softly, she couldn’t have been more perfect if she’d been gift wrapped and wearing a big red bow. Black, slim in the right places, phat in those that mattered. He loved African ass, the sort that seemed to defy gravity, so round that the firm yet bouncing cheeks looked like the silicon tits of porn stars, disproportionate yet still as sexy as hell.
And this chick has a bloody amazing ass he told himself as he edged closer to the shattered main entrance. Broken glass crunched underfoot and he froze, he had seen her flinch and expecting her to run he had paused holding his breath. Her reaction had been momentary and a second later she walked on seemingly unconcerned.
She’s perfect he groaned inside as out of habit he began to tug his pants zip to free the cock that never let him down when he spotted an arousing target.
She isn’t drunk! That fact rung alarm bells, sober girls were a risk. Sober girls usually had smartphones with cameras to record any misdemeanour. Grabbing a girl so drunk she could barely stand was easy, he simply wrapped one hand across her mouth and the other around her waist. Life on the streets had caused him to lose weight... but not his strength, he was now what polite people described as wiry, lean but still strong and tough. Grabbing a drunken girl like that he would whisk her into the shadows of an alley or side street. Resistance could soon be subdued with a sharp slap, then as his standing cock strained and twitched he would tear her clothes like a wild beast before stabbing his meat deep and hard.
How many times had he cum when he took them? Alex couldn’t say. Why hadn’t he been hunted down and caught? That was another conundrum, the police had his DNA on record, after all he was a registered sex offender. But still, even though he left his calling card inside each of them the cops had never come looking.
Because those girls get told that they deserved it, wandering around in the early hours, semi naked and pissed out of their tiny minds. Maybe they sober up and then feel too ashamed to report me. Whatever the reason Alex felt that he was charmed.
But they were drunk. And I think this one is sober.
He stepped onto the pavement and studied her. She was walking too straight, there was no hint of wobble. Often he saw his target falter, then suddenly drift sideways to grasp a lamp post or place a hand against a wall. The act of steadying themselves as alcohol fucked with their brains.
No, this one is sober he repeated, then groaned silently again as he noticed her ass crack and the absence of panties beneath the see through dress.
Could she be a hooker? He shook his head. They seldom ventured into his area, it was simple economics. Those girls were looking for money, and bums rarely had any. No, she can’t be a whore he decided, no girl as young and hot ever tried to sell herself to the down and outs. Sometimes older hookers nearing the twilight of their careers ventured into the wastelands, but they were usually more interested in scoring a couple of grams of the white powder that made their woes drift away for a few hours. Then they would fuck to get their fix. But I don’t think this one is a junkie either he told himself as he began to follow at a discrete distance, all the time stroking his erect cock as he studied her perfect black peaches bouncing provocatively on each step. She seems too... he considered the correct word before deciding on Proud.
Except that isn’t really correct. The hookers that entered the wastelands looked tired and defeated, almost as though their backs were bent under the burden of a hard life, this girl was the opposite. She isn’t defeated, she’s here for a reason he decided, and then suddenly remembered the afternoon that he had flashed an undercover officer, the same day that his entire life had turned to shit.
For a second he paused, was he falling back into the same trap?
His pace slowed as doubts entered his mind, was he really charmed or was this the moment that his past caught up and he had to face the music?
Ahead a street lamp glowed brighter than all the others, the black girl hesitated, and Alex suppressed a deep groan as she bent over to fiddle with the buckle on her shoe. She had bent at the waist rather than the knees, and the action had tightened the net across her ass and parted her dark labia to reveal a glistening pink slit.
I don’t care if she is a cop Alex groaned, even if there’s a whole team of them waiting to pounce... I’ll still get my cock up her before they can lay a finger on me. And as the girl continued to fiddle with her shoes, her ass wiggling provocatively, Alex gave his meat a final tug before racing swiftly forward... and before she could scream he had a hand over her mouth, and his arm around her waist.
Is he still behind me? Kay resisted the urge to look over her shoulder. To do that might startle him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. On she walked, her pace casual. Too fast and she would be rushing him, too slow and it might look too obvious. When is he going to make his move? The question filled her mind, constantly she listened for rapid footsteps to signal that he was about to take her. Frustration mounted as each second past and she heard and felt nothing.
There she told herself, just up ahead was a street lamp, and unlike all the others this one cast a strong pool of light. Right there I’m going to stop. I’ll pretend I have to refasten my shoes, I’ll bend right over in front of him. He’ll see my pussy, and I’ll take as long as necessary fixing my heels, long enough for him to decide to take me.
I really am crazy she repeated, yet despite her racing pulse and a swarm of butterflies roiling down in the pit of her stomach, her grin was wide.
Under the light she paused, once more she resisted the urge to peep behind. Now Mr Rapist, take a good look at this. Bending forward she reached down to the strap of her left shoe, and pushing her ass back slightly she felt her lips part. Now he can see my pink she giggled, knowing instinctively that under the light he would be able to see every delicate fold of her inner labia. The net pulled tight and she felt the pressure on her lips as she changed to the right shoe and made a point to wiggle her ass.
Come on! She cried inside, I can’t make this any more obvious!
Oh my God! Kay froze, she heard the unmistakable sound of soft shoes scuffing gritty pavement, he was rushing forward.
It’s going to happen... and before she could even draw a breath a rough hand clapped hard over her mouth, and another snaked around her torso just below her breasts. He pulled her back hard as he adjusted his grip to pin her around the waist. Kay felt his erect cock trapped between her ass cheeks as he lifted her from her feet.
I have to struggle a little she reminded herself and began to kick her legs and writhe in his grip. The cock against her ass twitched and she felt his hand press harder over her mouth.
“Help!” she managed a muffled plea through his fingers, then found herself being carried away from the light and onto a patch of derelict land rank with beds of weeds and nettles like black mounds all around her, stinging leaves brushed her legs and set a tingling heat on her skin. His grip was like iron, a man driven by insatiable lust and for the first time Kay felt the icy hand of fear on her, what if he was more than a rapist, what if he decided to destroy the evidence of his crime?
“So fucking hot.” he groaned as behind a mound of earth and builder’s rubble he forced Kay down onto a rotting mattress. “I don’t care who you are,” he grunted as with the strength of the possessed he tore the net dress from the hem right to the neck leaving it in tatters and hanging from her arms, “Just to stick my cock in you will be worth the consequences.” And as Kay struggled feebly he slapped her across the face, then spun her over and dropping between her spread legs he heaved her up onto her knees... and with a deep and satisfied groan he plunged his straining tool deep into her dripping box.
ALEX MOVED FAST, ALL the time his focus was on her gaping cunt. Just to drive into that hoy hole he would give his freedom. Maybe she is an undercover cop, but the law or not I’m gonna fuck her tonight. Two paces away and she still hadn’t moved, and that was strange. Alex had expected her to hear him coming, she should have turned around, she should have cried out in alarm to find a scruffy and dirty down and out barrelling toward her with his hard cock on display and bouncing.
He had timed it all wrong, he understood that but the sight of her juicy cunt had proven too much for restraint. In the perfect world he would have crept to within a few feet before pouncing, if she hadn’t been so slow to react he would have screwed his chances, then he would have been faced with a woman fighting tooth and nail to protect her virtue.
This is too easy he warned himself as his hand clamped down over her mouth. This has to be a setup he conceded as without resistance or reaction he rammed the length of his cock against her ass crack and yanked her by the waist against his groin. Lifting her she began to struggle, but Alex failed to believe she was fighting in earnest. Half-hearted he told himself, and that proves to me this is all staged. Well Miss Hot Black Policewoman... before you get the cuffs on me I promise I’m gonna plunder that sweet hole.
Of course Alex knew the surroundings like the back of his hand, he knew his way around blindfolded, so as sure footed as a mountain goat he skirted around the spoil heaps to the mattress he’d seen earlier. A perfect spot he reasoned, close enough to be convenient but hidden from casual observers. He had made a mental note, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would be using it so soon, and definitely not with such a perfect subject.
He dropped her to the old mattress and prepared for her assault, once again her actions were feeble and unconvincing. You are a cop he groaned, and then slapped her face hard. A part of him wanted to punish her for the deceit, yet strangely another part of him rejoiced. In just minutes his life on the streets would come to an end, within the hour he would be in a holding cell awaiting his appointment with a judge. Guilty beyond any doubt, he would have no appeal, no chance of parole... because he was about to rape a police woman. Many could say it was entrapment but Alex wasn’t going to argue that technicality. I’m scum he groaned inside as he snatched hard at her dress tearing it, ruining it, exposing firm tits with dark and very hard nipples. And that beautiful shaved cunt he thought as, deciding he wanted to watch her ass wobble as he hammered her tight hole, he roughly flipped her over so she lay face down and trembling.
Oh fuck I’m so close he cried inside as he heaved her up onto her knees, face down and ass up she was in the perfect position for doggy style. Her knees were apart, almost as though she was intentionally making it easy for him. And that filled him with a strange feeling of respect, here was a WPC prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice to catch a sex fiend. She was going to let him rape her, then use it in evidence. But I don’t give a shit about her motives he thought as in the faint glimmer of moonlight he saw her cunt suddenly gape.
Hard and fast he thrust forward spearing her dripping hole, balls deep he drove. He heard her groan and gasp, felt her push back against him. More and more doubts filled his mind, she was reacting, but not like any of the others he had raped. This girl was giving herself to him. And if she was police surely she would have been rescued by now, I can’t deny I raped her. So why are her colleagues hesitating?
Alex hammered harder and revelled in her moans and groans, reaching around her hips he pulled her back harder then pushed both hands forward in an effort to grasp her tits.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, suddenly he realised something that he hadn’t noticed before. The slut is pregnant, he felt the baby bump in her belly. And she’s no cop he told himself.
“Are you pregnant?”
The black girl mewled softly and ground her ass back against his groin before gasping a single word... “Yes!”
Alex exploded, and throwing his head back he cried out as his balls pumped wad after wad of thick cum deep into her occupied womb. Beneath him she shuddered and writhed and cried, over and over she repeated the word Yes. Alex humped forward and heard her gasp.
“What’s the score here.” he grunted as slumping forward onto her back he massaged her full tits. “Why are you out here, surely you knew you’d get raped?”
“I hoped so.” She whispered, then sighed as his cock slipped from her wet hole followed by a dribble of cum. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to say anything about what happened here,” she added, “You’re safe.”
Alex felt a new level of confusion wash over him. The girl had set out to get raped? It beggared belief. “You wanted to get raped, tonight?”
She nodded, and then shuddered. “It’s been my fantasy for so long and now it’s finally happened.” she paused for a moment then cautiously continued. “You can refuse to answer if you want, but will you tell me something? Am I the first girl you ever raped?”
Alex smiled, then shook his head. “No, you’re not the first.” beneath him he heard a groan, now she was trembling. It turns her on he suddenly realised. “Being honest with you, I’m a registered sex offender.”
“Can you fuck me again?” she groaned. “Can you force me?”
Alex grasped a handful of her hair and twisted hard, he heard her gasp and then squeak in pain, his cock twitched as she began to beg him.
“It hurts,” she groaned, “Oh fuck that hurts.”
Alex twisted harder then drove his rejuvenated shaft deep as she winced and whimpered. “I want to rape your ass too.”
The girl beneath him froze and shuddered, Alex pumped harder pushing her climax to a higher level.
“I want to grab you off the street again, strip you naked, slap you hard then force my hard cock right up your phat ass. Then after force you to suck me clean.”
Beneath him she wailed, her orgasm so powerful that tears dripped to the mattress where she collapsed gasping and wheezing.
“When?” she finally whispered.
“When what?” Alex asked, his mind still bemused that the rape he thought was going to land him behind bars for the rest of his life had taken such a radical and unexpected turn.
“When do you want to rape my ass?”
“Do you live alone?” he asked.
The girl nodded.
“Later, I want to throw you onto your bed, tie you up then force my hard cock into every one of your holes... all night long.” he paused for a moment, wondering if he was going too far, then added quietly, “That’s if having a registered sex offender in your home doesn’t scare you too much.”
“My name is Kay,” she replied and shuffled around until she was on her back beneath him, “And the thought of having a rapist and sex offender in my home terrifies me, it terrifies me so much I think I’m going to cum again just imagining it... so I guess we need to find a way out of here... so you can help me fulfil another fantasy...”
“Just promise you’ll tell me about everything that you’ve ever done... then rape me again!”
And you are just perfect Alex thought as he shuffled up until he was straddling her chest, I don’t think I shall ever get tired of raping you... Kay. Then grinned as she closed her eyes and sucked his cock into her warm and very willing mouth.
You came here seeking a pervert. You found me... and I think that this is the night that my luck changed for the better.
TWO MONTHS DOWN THE line and Alex was still living in Kay’s apartment. During the day he worked as a delivery driver for the florists where she worked, it was a job that suited him very well. And by night, filled with the lust generated from so many unsuspecting eyes noticing his rock hard cock he raped Kay hard and rough, before they snuggled up together... and discussed every kinky and perverted thing he had done during the day.
Soul mates, theirs was a match made in heaven...
Or maybe even hell, depending on your perspective!
Everyone had told her she was heading for the wrong side of town.
“You're going where?” her friend Leslie had gasped in horror. “Listen Angel, a black girl, there, alone!” she had shaken her head, blonde hair shifting on her shoulders, “That's a no-go area for any girl, but for a girl like you...” she trailed off.
“You mean a fat chick?” Angel replied, she knew she was over-weight, she just wished her friends would stop pussy footing around the subject. I'm a BBBW she often thought when faced with rude staring or whispered comments, I’m a Big Beautiful Black Woman.
“I didn't mean that,” her friend replied quickly, “And anyway you're not fat, you're cuddly.”
Angel smiled, Leslie was always so diplomatic, but she wasn't under any illusions, she was fat, not grossly, but fat all the same. Her tummy had developed first, just a little extra above her belt, soon she was struggling to work out where her waist had gone, her once perfect African shape had disappeared, now hips and torso formed a solid trunk without any pinching in. At least the upside is my boobs got bigger she chuckled, they had swelled from a modest B cup to an eye catching D, and in a way they drew attention away from the less attractive parts of her body. But it's still fine she thought as ignoring Leslie's final plea for her to reconsider she began the long trek to the festival, I've got what lots of guys want, big tits and a big ass.
THE FESTIVAL PROMISED to be interesting, it was a little of everything, arts and crafts, music and dance, lots of ethnic attractions including a few from her land of origin, Kenya.
Ancestral home she corrected, Kenya was ancestral not origin, she was born and raised in the UK, it was her father that had emigrated from his home by Lake Victoria and settled in chilly England. Regardless of her true nationality she knew that the attractions promised to teach her about her heritage, and for that alone it was worth the travelling she would have to do.
And the buses don't even run direct she remembered as the first of several pulled away from the station. She would have to change to another number near the city centre, then after that she was faced with a long walk through an area just slightly above the level of slum before she could get onto the route to take her to the show ground and festival site.
That trip through the slums didn't really worry her unduly, the area where she lived wasn't that much better. But not exclusively white she thought as Leslie's concerns drifted back into her mind, she didn't want to admit she lived in an unequal or divided society, but there was the proof... her home was in a culturally diverse area of Africans, Indians, Arabs and Eastern Europeans. But where I am heading is White Man's Land! They may have been just as poor, but they tolerated no hint of colour.
For the first time Angel began to question her decision to travel. Maybe I should have arranged a taxi for the last leg she debated, then pictured her purse. I can't afford that, so I have two choices, stay at home and miss everything, or walk through a dangerous neighbourhood.
The bus pulled over in the city centre and Angel hopped off. And how do I know it's that dangerous, I'm only going on hearsay and rumour, the people there are probably very decent, I'm probably worrying for nothing. The thought cheered her up as she waited for her connection, it was going to be the shortest part of her trip and the beginning of the unknown.
SETTLED INTO THE SEAT she stared through the window, ten minutes of travel before she had to hop off again, then she would have to walk. A short cut across derelict land, the remnants of industry long dead. All around stood empty factories and warehouses and acres of cracked concrete smothered in weeds and briars.
“Hi.” the voice came from beside her and Angel smiled as she turned to face the new arrival. And surrounded by empty seats he decides to sit right beside me. She was flattered in a way, obviously the well dressed man was interested, or was it simply curiosity? She'd been caught up in that scenario often, a guy appeared interested then she discovered he just wanted to touch her hair of skin, like she was part of some weird petting zoo.
“Hi.” she replied and grinned as she saw his focus shift to her exposed cleavage.
“I hope you don't mind me being forward,” he said quietly, “But you really are very beautiful.”
“You mean the view is beautiful.” she chuckled.
His eyes flicked up to hers before returning to her breasts, teasing slightly Angel squeezed her arms against her sides, she knew that the gentle pressure would force her boobs forward to fill her bra and threaten an overflow, it was something she did often and loved to see the reaction of onlookers.
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