1. Nice Things Come in Small Packages


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Rape, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Sandra was definitely past any sort of screaming by now. She had resigned. Submitted. Surrendered to her fate. And now she lay there passively in her bindings as I continued fucking her, praying, I would imagine, for her only remaining objective at this point: that of coming out of this situation intact. She should have thanked the hell out of me for using lubricant, which allowed her to peace out while I had my way with her. So, there were no screams now that the gag was out of her mouth—only the softest of grunts came from her throat with each forceful fuck thrust she received. I studied her gaping mouth as I worked on her. I wanted to spit into her mouth, but could not reach far enough down to do so for the same reason I could not whisper in her ear: she was simply too short! It was extremely warm inside my rape-mobile on this summer night, and both our bodies were perspiring profusely as we fucked. Actually, is it “we fucked” when only one of the parties is in agreement with the act? I guess it was more like “I fucked”. I was the fuck-er. Sandra was the fuck-ee. The hot little honey who had dared go out on the town at night dressed in what she had on was now paying the price for her lack of discretion in the back of my rape-mobile. I wondered later why she had left the night club alone. Had she fought with a boyfriend? Or been with a girlfriend who got picked up by some guy? I never asked her. Now, I would like to brag and tell you that I had mammoth staying power here ...
    and rode this little whore for a long time. But, if you knew me (and no one really knows me), you would know I’m no bullshiter. Well, except when I threaten a woman with death if she does not submit to me demands. That’s bullshit. I wouldn’t kill a fly. But the threat often works. Especially after assault, when I impress upon them reasons why they should not go to the police. In any event, I can only tell you that in no time at all this tiny bitch with a perfect body milked me as if her tight little cunt were the well-practiced fingers of a Swiss cowherd’s daughter. In a very short time I was helpless in staving off ejaculation. I didn’t fight it the crescendo as it came over me. Why fight it? I knew there would be a Round Two with this girl, so I embraced the moment and let Round One come to an end with exploding testicles that sent a prodigious amount of my semen deep into the vagina of this 5’1”, ninety-five pound piece of fine ass. Her sobs renewed as she felt me cumming inside her. After my shouts and cries and curses at ejaculation, I collapsed on top of tiny Sandra, and we both lay there motionless for a very long time, our bodies glistening with sweat on this warm summer night, listening to the sound of the crickets going wild outside the van. Ten minutes must have passed. Sandra, with my weight heavy atop her, scrounged up the courage to speak. Her natural voice, I am sure, was quite high pitched, and her present state of terror probably added an octave. Her whispered ...
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