Blogger

投诉/举报!>>

Blog
more...
photo album
more...
video
more...
Home >> 1 Erotic stories>> A slut's account: That rape o...

Add Favorites

cancel Favorites

A slut's account: That rape opened the door to my desires. 

    page views:1  Publication date:2021-07-28  
That rape opened the door to my desires.
He was my best friend's boyfriend; I'd met him a few times, he was quite handsome and very strong. But I didn't have any romantic feelings for him. After all, I was already married, and he was my best friend's boyfriend, and we hadn't met that often.
However, one day, my best friend confided in me, saying she couldn't handle her boyfriend's strength at all. He said his penis was incredibly thick and long, hard, and lasted for over an hour each time. The worst part was that he was very rough, never showing any tenderness, leaving my best friend red and swollen every time. Good
heavens! Although I sympathized with my best friend, I felt a beast hidden deep within me suddenly awaken. From that moment on, I was curious about just how thick, hard, and strong my best friend's boyfriend really was. But I never had the chance. Every time I thought about what my best friend said, my heart raced, and I could even feel my legs getting wet.
Finally, one day, my husband went on a long business trip. In my free time, I naturally spent more time with my best friend. It was common for me to eat at her house, and I often saw her boyfriend there. Occasionally, I'd catch glimpses of his sexy abs and the exaggerated bulge between his legs. It seemed my best friend was right; her boyfriend was a real hunk.
I could clearly feel the restlessness within me, but I didn't talk to him much. Gradually, however, I couldn't help but pay more attention to my appearance, especially wearing clothes that accentuated my figure. Out of consideration for my best friend, I didn't dare dress too revealingly, but I was definitely attractive.
Later, we talked more, and the atmosphere became more relaxed. Sometimes, even before my best friend returned home, I'd go to her house without any hesitation. Of course, I'd just go to get something and come right back. Actually, getting something was just an excuse; I always had an urge to be near him, to see him, and my gaze would often unconsciously drift towards his stomach and crotch. I often felt guilty about this, my feelings were conflicted—a conflict that wasn't just desire, but also a strange sweetness. I suddenly realized that deep down, I was actually quite horny, quite lustful.
Before I knew it, my husband had been away on a business trip for a month or so, which meant I hadn't been with a man for a month or so. The desire burning deep inside me seemed to have reached my crotch; my underwear was often damp, and naturally, I thought of my best friend's boyfriend's abs and groin. That evening, my best friend and I watched her boyfriend's game and went back to her house to cook dinner. Her boyfriend rested for a bit before going to shower. My best friend and I cooked in the kitchen.
I noticed that outside her kitchen was a small balcony, which faced the bathroom window. Oh my god, would I be able to see him showering? If I showered at her house, would he be able to see me from the balcony? Out of curiosity, while my best friend went to the living room, I went to the balcony and looked through the window. To my disappointment, the window was closed tightly; I couldn't see anything.
That day, my best friend suddenly said she would be late getting off work and asked me to come to her house to cook, saying she would be back soon. I pushed open her door and heard someone singing and water running in the bathroom; I knew her boyfriend was showering. My heart started racing. Looking from the side, I saw the bathroom door was open. Oh my god. How embarrassing if he came out naked? Even so, I secretly longed for him to come out naked.
Then I remembered the small balcony, so I went to the kitchen. Looking through the balcony, I saw the bathroom window was also open. My heart leaped into my throat. Could this be my chance to see his...thing? So I slowly adjusted my position to avoid being seen. Finally, I saw it. The angle wasn't great, but I finally saw what I'd always wanted to see. It was so thick and long, even before it was erect, it was as thick and long as my husband's. I gasped. How long and thick would this thing be when it was in full power? What would it feel like to have such a magnificent penis inside me?
I didn't dare look for too long, afraid he'd find out and it would be embarrassing. So I started cooking. My best friend came home soon after. We chatted and laughed during dinner, but deep down, I couldn't possibly be as calm as before. What would happen between him and me? I didn't know. That night, I had a dream. I dreamt that he suddenly barged into my house, went into my and my husband's bedroom, pulled back my blanket, tore my pajamas, and then pulled out his huge penis and forcefully thrust it into the crevice between my legs. What followed was a frenzied rape, showing no mercy whatsoever. He brutally penetrated me, frantically kneaded my breasts, and even slapped my buttocks hard. I was completely conquered and overwhelmed by this man. Waves of pleasure washed over me, with endless thrusting. Finally, he ejaculated inside me, then pulled out and demanded that I lick him clean. I instinctively grabbed at it, but grasped nothing, and woke up. When I woke up, I found the sheets were soaked. The
sweet dream had ended just like that. I knew that sooner or later I would become his woman. At the same time, I also came to terms with myself. I knew I liked rough, hard men and craved being brutally raped.
Days passed, and he seemed to sense my desire. He added me on WeChat and occasionally sent me some risqué jokes. I couldn't help but tease him a little. One night, it was late, and I couldn't sleep. My husband called, but I was too lazy to talk much, so I hung up after a few words. Then, he texted me.
Him: Asleep?
Me: No. What's wrong?
Him: Your best friend is ignoring me again, it's happened so many times, all because of this.
Me: Because of what?
Him: She thinks I'm too rough.
Me: Can't you be more gentle with her?
Him: I'm usually very gentle with her.
Me: So what does she mean by rough?
Him: She means during intimacy.
Me: Hahaha, so you mean you're rough during sex? (I couldn't help but tease him)
Him: Yes.
Me: Can't you be gentler?
Him: I can't help it, how can I be gentle during sex?
Me: ......
Him: She always cries out in pain.
Me: Hahaha, could it be because yours is too big? (I was a little breathless)
Him: It is very big. I haven't even had enough yet. She doesn't want to continue.
Me: So you're still hard? (Oh my god, I actually said that to him!)
Him: Yeah, it hurts so much.
Me: Really? Let me see how big it is?
Him: Don't tease me, do you really want to see?
Me: If you dare to send it, I dare to see it.
Him: I'm in the bathroom right now, I can show you for free, haha, but you can't talk.
Me: (I sent a laughing emoji), Okay.
Then send me the video. After I answered, he pointed the camera directly at his crotch. A thick and long penis appeared on my phone screen, hard and erect, almost touching his stomach. It was covered with thick hair near his testicles, and his testicles were also big and full, with a frighteningly large glans. My breathing quickened rapidly, and I felt a strange sensation between my legs. Soon, my underwear was soaked.
He turned off the video.
I couldn't help but send him a message: It's really thick and hard.
Him: Is it thicker and longer than your husband's?
Me: Much bigger than my husband's, and much harder too.
Him: (Sent a smug emoji) I have to go back to the bedroom, afraid she'll suspect something.
Me: Hmm.
After putting down my phone, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. My mind was filled with his erect penis, the huge glans, the thick, dark pubic hair, and the two full, plump testicles, seemingly loaded with countless ammunition. After tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep and had another sweet sexual dream. In the dream, he sneaked into my bedroom, without saying a word, and directly pulled out that huge penis I had been dreaming of, and put it to my mouth. I took it into my mouth without hesitation, licking it for a long time, and then he suddenly pressed me down, and that cannon aimed at my vagina and thrust it in hard. My vagina was already wet and craving his thrusts. He pumped violently, all the way in, and I quickly climaxed. But he didn't stop at all, continuing to thrust hard without any mercy, occasionally flipping me over to fuck me, spanking my ass as he did so. His spanking was just as rough, merciless, hitting my ass while he was thrusting and hitting me, constantly cursing "you slut who needs to be fucked," and occasionally squeezing my breasts. I felt myself being ruthlessly ravaged, played with, and conquered by a fierce male animal. Finally, after several orgasms, accompanied by his low growls, he filled my womb with his countless offspring.
When I woke up, the sheets needed changing, just like last time.
I had a premonition that I was getting closer and closer to being raped, and I became increasingly restless. I wanted to save face and maintain my composure, but I also desperately wanted it to happen.
Finally, I couldn't resist anymore. That day, he had argued with his best friend, and he came to my house for dinner. I teased him: "Why did you argue again? Did you swear at her during intimacy again?"
He looked at me strangely, both helpless and a little smug, and said: "Yeah, you know mine is too big."
I was breathing heavily and blushing as I said: "You're just showing off."
He: "What's so smug? Didn't you see it that night?"
I: "How can you tell from the video?"
He immediately stood up, pulled down his pants, and actually pulled it out, and it was already hard and standing straight up. I was a little surprised he would do this, but I couldn't take my eyes off him between his legs. He knew I was aroused too. He quickly picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I struggled, but it was useless. He was too strong, and soon he tore off my clothes and spanked me hard. What happened in my dream was really happening. I resisted, not because I didn't want it, but because I wanted him to rape me in the most brutal way, so I could appear more reserved.
What happened next was no different from my dream. When I was enjoying myself, I even cursed myself, calling myself a slut, completely forgetting about being reserved. When he was about to ejaculate, I held his neck tightly, and he completed his final thrusts inside me before ejaculating.
We rested for a bit, and then I told him, "You can't stay here too long, my best friend will be in trouble looking for you later."
He went to the bathroom, quickly washed his penis, and then left.
During the time my husband was away on a business trip, my best friend's boyfriend would come over and ejaculate inside me whenever he had the chance. Sometimes during my fertile period, I would rather take the pill myself than let him use a condom. Without realizing it, I got used to using vulgar language in bed, saying things like "f***er," "big dick," and "slut." It felt natural to say them, and even exciting. He became increasingly outrageous and lasted longer, often leaving me red and swollen. His insults became more explicit, calling me a slut who needed to be fucked and saying I must have been trying to seduce him for a long time. Saying these things in bed felt exciting, but afterwards, I felt embarrassed.
The blissful days passed by, and the day my husband came home drew closer. Thinking about this made me feel lost. After my husband came home, it wouldn't be convenient for my best friend's boyfriend to come and comfort me. But there was nothing I could do.
After my husband came home, my best friend's boyfriend rarely came over. Even when he did, he was with my best friend, and they just chatted. Occasionally, there was a chance for a secret tryst, but it was always rushed and unsatisfying, which was really frustrating. I became irritable and often lashed out at my husband for no reason. My husband, on the other hand, would just laugh and try to appease me.
One day, I ignored my husband again. He came up behind me, hugged me, and said mysteriously, "Did you see some handsome guy while I was away on my business trip? Tell me. If you're nice to me, maybe I'll help you seduce him."
I cursed, "You're crazy."
My husband wasn't angry and continued, "Tell me, my wife has such a great figure, there must be some hunks wanting to date you. Don't you want to?"
I pretended, "Do you think everyone is as lecherous as you?"
My husband said, "It's abnormal if you're not. It's normal for women to like hunks."
I felt guilty. Had he found out about my affair with my best friend's boyfriend? But I still didn't say anything.
My husband didn't say anything more. But slowly, after browsing pornographic websites on the bedroom computer, he didn't close them, as if he wanted me to see. And the websites he browsed were all about wives cheating. Another day, my husband smiled mysteriously and said to me, "I registered a new QQ account and got a sexy profile picture. You can chat with other men, but it's just chatting, nothing else can happen." I suddenly noticed that there was a webcam in the bedroom. Oh my god, this is insane! Is my husband encouraging me to video chat with other people, or even... engage in nude video chat?
I felt something was wrong; I felt like my husband was testing me. But I couldn't resist the temptation and decided to chat with men. However, I didn't use the QQ account my husband had registered; instead, I registered another QQ account and joined some groups. Soon, quite a few men added me. At first, I just chatted casually with these men, but later it became more and more explicit, and we even started video chatting. My focus, of course, was on their looks, physique, and of course, their size and whether they were hard when erect.
Generally, I chatted when my husband wasn't around. One night, after my husband fell asleep, I got up and chatted with a netizen named "Anonymous." This was the man with the thickest penis among the netizens I had been chatting with recently, and I started to have some desire for him. I turned on my computer, logged into QQ, and Anonymous was online. I sent him an emoji.
He quickly replied: "Still up so late? Are you thinking about my big dick?"
I replied: "You're so annoying."
He quickly sent a picture, and his thick, hard penis made my heart race again. I replied: "Wow, it's huge, really huge."
Anonymous: "Bigger than your husband's, right?"
Me: "Much bigger than his, and much harder too.
" Anonymous: "Want me to fuck you?"
Me: "Yeah."
Anonymous: "Then can I come to your city to find you?"
Me: "I...I'm not ready yet, besides, my husband's around right now.
" Anonymous: "Even if he's around, he might not find out. Isn't it more convenient during the day?
" Me: "We'll see."
Anonymous: "Look how uncomfortable I am, so swollen."
At this moment, he video-called me. I answered, and what came into view was his young, handsome face, and of course, his proud and erect penis, its size and firmness no less than my best friend's boyfriend's. I greedily stared at this thick rod, and couldn't help but start unbuttoning my pajamas, one button at a time, until my D-cup breasts were almost completely exposed, only the pajamas covered my nipples.
He quickly typed: "Your breasts are so big, it seems your husband is taking good care of you."
Me: "Don't mention him, he's never very hard."
Him: So, do you think mine is hard enough?
Me: Mm.
Him: Your breasts are so big and perky.
I sent a blushing emoji.
Him: "Let me see your pubic hair?"
I hesitated for a moment, then couldn't resist pointing the camera between my legs, showing him not only my pubic hair but also my labia clearly on his screen. He started masturbating, swearing as he did so: "Slut, I'm going to fuck you hard."
I couldn't help but rub my breasts while replying: "Your dick is really hard and thick."
Him: "I'm going to your area on a business trip next month. Shall we have dinner together?"
I couldn't control myself anymore and typed: "You want to come over and fuck my slutty pussy?"
Him: "Need I say more? Slut, tell me your phone number."
In a moment of impulse, I sent him my phone number. After sending it, I felt a little regretful, wondering if he was a bad person.
But he didn't call me for a while, which made me feel a little relieved. We still chatted on QQ every night, and when it was convenient, we'd have nude chats. Sometimes he'd even ejaculate wildly in front of the screen. I felt like I really wanted to see him.
After a few peaceful days, my husband jokingly asked if I'd met any hunks online. Half-jokingly, half-seriously, I told him, "There was one, really thick and long." To my surprise, instead of getting angry, his eyes lit up. He asked, "Really? What does he look like? Do you like him?"
I replied, "He's quite handsome. And his thing is really erect, looks really hard." As I said this, I clearly saw a strong reaction between my husband's legs. It seems my husband really enjoys being cheated on. I also found myself very excited.
My husband pretended to be angry and said, "Fine, you slut, I'll install a camera for you, and you can use it for this kind of thing."
I said, "I can't help myself."
My husband said, "I told you, it's just chatting, nothing can actually happen. Hahaha, looks like some people can't control themselves."
Seeing that my husband wasn't really angry, I deliberately said, "That's possible. What if this handsome guy sleeps with your wife? Would you be angry?"
My husband said, "I would be angry, and I would definitely punish you."
I asked, "How would you punish me?"
My husband said, "I'd punish you by making you his girlfriend, so you can keep getting slept with by him."
I blushed and said coquettishly, "You really want your wife to be slept with by someone else?"
My husband said, "No. Just kidding. You can't do anything like that."
That night, my husband held me as we slept, and we were silent for a long time. My husband suddenly spoke up: "What's wrong? Thinking about that handsome guy?"
I replied, "Honey, you're so annoying."
My husband chuckled and said, "Looks like you're smitten. Why don't you try meeting him?"
I said, "No way."
My husband said, "It's okay. As long as it doesn't affect our normal life, I support you."
I said, "What if I can't control myself after meeting him and he takes advantage of me? Won't you be angry?"
My husband said, "I will. But if you can describe the process to me, maybe I won't be so angry."
I cursed, "Pervert."
Then, my husband pinned me down. This time, he was unusually hard and unusually strong.
The next day, everything was the same as usual. I desperately wanted him to come. But my husband was all smiles, sometimes saying he was angry, sometimes saying he wasn't. I didn't know what his attitude was. But judging from his reactions, my sixth sense told me that he would allow, or even encourage, me to date other men. It was really perverted, but also very exciting.
Days passed like this. Suddenly one day, I received a call from an unknown number. I asked who it was. The caller told me to guess. I said I couldn't guess. The other person said, "If you guess right, I'll reward you with a big sausage." I suddenly realized it was Wuming.
I asked, "Have you arrived here yet?"
He replied, "Yes. Shall we have dinner together tonight?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sure. Just dinner. Don't think about anything else."
He chuckled and hung up, then texted me to arrange a meeting place.
My heart raced again, and I hesitated. I really wanted to go, but should I tell my husband? In the afternoon, I left work early and went home to get ready. Coincidentally, my husband was home too. I felt a little embarrassed. My husband sensed something was up and said to me nervously, "Honey, it's rare to see you dressed like this after work. Are you going to a banquet tonight? Or to see a handsome guy?"
I playfully said, "Yes, I'm going to see a handsome guy. Will you allow it, honey?"
My husband whispered in my ear, "Who is it? The one you mentioned last time? The man with the big dick?" Although his voice was soft, I could clearly feel his breathing quicken. It seemed he was also very excited.
I nodded to my husband and said, "He really came to our city and arranged to meet me. Are you really willing for me to go?"
My husband scoffed and said, "You're already planning to go, why are you asking me? How hypocritical. Just go if you want to. I said I support you."
I said, "But your wife might really be taken to a hotel by him. Are you really sure?"
My husband hugged me and gently stroked my back, saying, "Don't worry, have fun. But be careful. If anything seems wrong, call me immediately. If everything's safe, have fun a little longer, you can come back tomorrow morning." My husband's crotch
was hard again. He seemed more excited than me. I deliberately provoked him, saying, "Really? His thing is thick and long, as hard as iron. Your wife is going to have a rough time tonight. When you come back, you have to treat your wife well."
My husband was very excited at this point, kissed me hard a few times, and then said, "Let's go quickly. I need to report back to my husband tomorrow.
" I touched my husband's crotch and laughed, saying, "Just wait and see your wife being slaughtered." Then I set off.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/111443.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=111443&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Does anyone have movies for training purposes?

Next Page : How can I persuade my wife to bring her best friend along for a threesome? I need some advice!

增加   

comment        Open a new window to view comments