REVERSE RAPE!

RAPE! SA!

Sam couldn't help but laugh out loud, watching the pitiful display that was Spencer Shay securely tied to his living room sofa. She had just gotten off the phone with Carly, his little sister and her best friend, who was still abroad in Italy, and still constantly worried about her older brother, rightfully so. The young blonde had promise to check in on him later that evening, since she was planning on being on the neighborhood managing some personal errands.

Not much had changed, except that Freddie had moved into a small dorm of the university he'd be attending a few hours away giving her less of an excuse to step foot inside Bushwell Plaza. She could admit that since her two best friends left Seattle, she hadn't been as close to Spencer as she would have liked. He was someone she had once considered family, but that had drifted and she now texted him every so often as a check-up if he ever did need anything. He did the same with her. The distance was mutual, and it was unlike her to show up unannounced. Maybe out of character nowadays.

Only, Sam had been texted him for the past two hours and he hadn't replied with his usual, "Thanks kiddo, I'm great! What about you?" She didn't want to say that her stomach churned at the thought that he might actually be knocked out unconscious somewhere, possibly hurt, as this was Spencer after all. She tried to not let it get to her, but then more time passed she felt uneasy. She ranged his phone twice on her way up, the same key copy she'd had since high school in hand, never imagining what she'd find.

The elevator doors dinged open, and she walked in so casually towards the kitchen as she called for the goofy brunette. "Spencer, it's Sam! Are you home?" She swung the refrigerator's door opened, scouting for any leftovers she was sure she'd find and take for keeps. Finally, she walked over to the living room, and there he laid. His hands were tied together with a belt looped around the wooden armrest of the sofa. He also had layers of tape over his mouth, as he shook his head frantically at her while murmuring at her. But what really took the cake had been that his shirt and jeans had been stripped off him, left abandoned next to his shoes by whoever did this to him.

"What the actual fuck?" She continued to laugh, quick to take out her cellphone and snap a picture just for fun. She never knew when she'd need such ammo. She reached over and pulled the tape off his face, demanding an explanation as if she deserved one. She knew he didn't do this to himself, although it was blatantly obvious that he had willingly placed himself in this circumstance.

Spencer huffed his breathing, trying to steady himself as he twisted his body, evidently uncomfortable. "L-Lucy," he breathed out, "some girl I bumped into at the Fleamarket. She was super-hot. Then she gave me something to drink."

"Drink? Like, beer?"

"Well..."

"Spencer!"

"Drugs."

"Drugs? And you willingly took them?"

He sighed, annoyed that he was having this conversation tied up, "Yes, I willingly took drugs."

Well, that made sense. Spencer was known to bring strange women into his residence in the hopes of getting lucky, but getting drugged and tied up was a whole new step she could have lived wonderfully without knowing – or witnessing. "And where is this, Lucy?" She asked, aware that she could have unintendedly walked into his place in the middle of their act.

"She took my TV and left me tied up."

That's when she turned back to notice that his TV was in fact missing. She laughed again, "Man, is Carly going to be mad."

"Can you please untie me?"

She was going to do just that, but the immature side of her instead shook her head, crossing her arms and looking down at him squirm like a worm. "Nah, this is actually pretty funny, dude." Before he could fight her on it, she went to tape his mouth once more and took a seat on the coffee table, watching him. "It's a good thing I stopped by. Carly had gotten a feeling you needed some checking-up on." The young blonde chatted up, amused by him trying to untie himself. She didn't know for how long he'd been tied up, but the belt's adjustment must be very secure, if he still couldn't loosen it. Usually, after some tugging, depending on the material it'd expand and hands could easier to slip out; asking how she knew of such information was not important.

She watched his body and came to notice he seemed to have lost some weight. His arms were lanky, along with his torso. He's always seemed bigger, and it probably has to do with how short she naturally was, she'd always find herself having to look up at others. But there was some sort of empowerment in seeing the tallest man she knows squirm before her, even if she wasn't the one who tied him up.

Her eyes began to roam his body, noticing him roll his eyes backwards, as if he were in pain and pleasure at the same time. It was then that she noticed the very evident erection tucked underneath his boxer briefs, which stood out like a sore thumb considering how tightly his underwear stuck onto his skin. The bump seemed big, and strangely it excited her. Did he get a boner because he was tied up, or did it have to do with Sam showing up and catching him in such an embarrassing situation that cause of his hard-on?

She found it in her nature to use the subject in hand to ridicule the man and embarrass him further, when she could have simply untied him and never bring it up. "Got a friend wanting to join the party, huh, Spence?" She glanced over at his face, expression unreadable, turning redder as he looked away in disbelief.

In that moment she didn't know what took over her, but a shiver went down her spine and knees until it reached her toes. She could feel an excitement tremble up her thighs, and pressing them together to push it away didn't help. Sam stood and hovered over him momentarily, his expression still dazed as she came to the conclusion that he was horny.

"Need help?" She offered, her hands extending to latch onto his boxer briefs before she began moving them down. To her surprise, he swayed his hips away from her, as if asking her not to. But this upset her, as if the need of wanting to control the situation took over. And without permission her fingers hooked tightly and pulled his underwear down until they went over his knees and off his feet.

She ignored the way his legs tried to stop her actions, but even then, his movements weren't as powerful as she was expecting them to be. He's a man after all, therefore potentially could stop her intrusions with just a kick, but he seemed weak and almost wanting to give into her inappropriate actions.

It then hit her: was he still drugged? If so, that would make sense as to why he'd gotten his erection and wasn't as strong-willed as she believed him to be. Drugs have a different effect on everybody, getting horny based on the drug had been her experience.

Spencer now laid naked before her, with his massively extended cock resting against his lower abdomen, pointing upwards at him with a shivering and inviting aspect. There was something about how large his cock was, with its thick and prominent veins properly marking about his shaft, like a city map she wanted to follow.

His cock was red, his ball sack hanging low in between his slightly parted lean thighs. His arms over his head, still strapped together with his mouth shut by the large tape. Her petite hand went to touch him, her fingers slightly skimming over its mushroom head watching his body react with a sudden jolt as he hitched his breath in.

She continued to lightly touch his dick, only using the tips of her fingers as she ran them down his long shaft until reaching his balls. She cupped them gently and began to massage them, observing the way his pelvis twisted in delight, his voice trapped underneath the tape but still slightly audible in a way that told her he enjoyed it.

It might have been the drugs, or he generally was turned on, but Sam took advantage as she came to the realization that she was horny herself. Leaning down, just above his cock, she blew soft air onto it, delighted at the struggling sounds that wanted to escape his throat.

She kissed the tip of his cock, her plumped lips almost covering its head entirely. "Mmmm," she said lowly to him, teasingly, suddenly taking in the top into her mouth. The inside of her mouth was piping hot, and he grunted with a slight thrust of his hips as a reaction. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, like it was a jawbreaker and she wanted to lick every flavored layer off. She moved stands of her messy curls away, behind her ear and over her shoulder as she began to bob her head to try and take in more of him into her mouth.

Although her lips were more of a swollen type, her mouth was still small, or she noticed when she tried to take more of his cock into her mouth and only so much fit without effort. Her tongue was very hot and felt slimy against his skin. She quickly pulled away and licked down his length until reaching his balls. Her tongue pressed deliciously against him, and she could tell he was liking every taste she took of him by the way his head tilted back with shut eyes.

Sam could feel the excitement shiver up her pussy, and she was wetter by the second. Spencer tried to twist his body once again, but Sam was hovering his lower half, it was harder to push her off. One small hand took hold of his cock, holding it firmly as her fingers squeezed gently upwards and then down as the other hand went to do the same on his balls.

His precum was now beginning to trickle down its sides, which she quickly used to help pump his cock without much friction. He groaned louder, and after jerking him off momentarily she took him into her mouth once more. Her tongue went to twirl around him again as she pushed down and slurped back up, mixing her lewd sounds with Spencer's grunts.

Half way in, she looked up, Spencer's eyes watching her trying to take his whole length into her mouth. It almost seemed impossible, he noted, as her mouth stretched wide and her glossy eyes squinting. His tip could almost feel the entrance of her throat, hotter still. Scorching wasn't an exaggeration as his cock was in the tight space that was her mouth, feeling her teeth scrape against his skin. Yet, Sam pushed even deeper and deeper, feeling his cock squeeze into her throat and make contact with her uvula, expecting her to gag him out. But instead, she stayed up, ignoring the small tears smearing her vision.

After a huffed breath through her nostrils, she pushed lower, getting the tip of his cock to get past her tonsils. She felt like she was suffocating, with her cheeks red and a fuzzy vision she felt her pussy now drenched. Every inch of her mouth and throat were filled by his cock, somehow getting tighter as he seemed to be getting impossibly bigger inside her. She bobbed her head up and back down, managing to keep his cock to touch her throat and scrape past her tonsils again and again.

Her hand held his cock still, hostage, as she pushed her head up and down in such a delightful way as she moaned gracefully. It was as though he was doing her a favor and she was enjoying the delicacy of his cock, like his cock was something to submerge herself in. She didn't stop giving, and each time she'd manage to get his tip to scrape her throat. He was fucking her mouth so deliciously; his mind was going blank and any moment now he knew he'd release himself.

But he didn't want to do it inside her mouth. There was a sense of morality tied to him that made him want to pull his dick out.

Spencer began shifting his body once more, murmuring loudly at her, trying to speak but failing to make himself understandable. His body began shivering and the pit of his stomach churned as his hips thrusted upwards willingly. The movement was suddenly and unexpected that it shoved his cock further down Sam's throat. It was then that she felt him explode inside her, feeling the slime of his cumming cock fill her mouth.

She pulled away and began coughing violently Spencer's fluids and her saliva onto his belly. He continued to shoot aggressively, and after a second, without hesitation Sam opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out with a wide grin welcoming it.

Spencer didn't understand what was going on, but he couldn't deny how awfully good and captivating Sam's mouth felt. Lucy had promised him a good evening, and he was more than into the idea of tying up, he just hadn't expected to be the one held hostage. But the young man is always up for an adventure, he was easily convinced. After a while, he was ashamed to say that he couldn't perform well just a few hours ago. His dick would go hard and after shooting out he'd become soft pretty fast. Also, he wasn't lasting that long.

That's when Lucy took out a small white pill out her purse and promised both of them a wonderful time. He wouldn't have to worry about going soft easily, and she'd orgasm a lot faster and better if he'd keep a hard cock to hit all the right places. Again, an easy man to persuade.

She did fuck him again, he nutted out of her, and then she excused herself with his television. The TV wasn't all that big that she managed to carry out herself, but still he had been robbed. He begged her to untie him, but all she did was pull up his underwear and leave him as he was: confused and horny.

And now, there he laid, getting a sloppy but extremely well performed blowjob by his little sister's best friend. She wasn't eighteen anymore, but it wasn't like nineteen made it any better knowing he was a man past thirty. And it wasn't like he seduced her into the lewd act, he was a victim himself, and still is. He was tied up with tape over his mouth when she walked in, and she was the one that began assaulting him.

Whether he was enjoying himself or not was another story. If he were being honest, he'd wish she'd stop. This was Sam Puckett, he'd never seen such vulgar side of her, and it felt wrong. Still, his cock was hard as a rock, and he knew it wasn't softening anytime soon.

The young blonde sat up, a thin strand of saliva stringing from his cock to her smirking grin, her hand going to take hold of his twitching cock to continued jerking him. It felt amazing, the way her slender fingers pressed not too harshly but just the right tightness to help him orgasm. His cum was dripping down the top of his cock like lava; slowly and runny and slimy, and smearing all over her hand as she continued to pump her arm up and down.

No matter how many times he came, he was still hard and standing tall.

Spencer watched her mesmerized as she stood, shamelessly licking his fluids off her fingers like it were maple syrup. "Not bad, Shay," she smirked, now unbuttoning her jeans and peeling them off each leg until she was just in her tiny boyshorts and tee-shirt. He only watched her. Soon enough she was only sporting her undergarments, an unmatched set of boyshorts and bra, but that was just Sam. He was sure she hadn't planned on fucking anyone that evening, he hoped.

She sat on his coffee table, and spread her legs wide open, her underwear very obviously wet. He couldn't look away, even when he wanted to and he knew it was morally wrong and felt illegal even when it wasn't.

Her breasts were cupped gorgeously by her bra, pushing them together and showing off a beautiful cleavage. She was soft and plumped, and her body was perfectly petite that she appeared delicate. But her devilish gaze made it known that she knew how to take care of herself. As she was now.

Her small hand rubbed herself over her underwear, making circular motions as she began to moan lowly, biting her lip as if trying to quiet herself. She leaned slightly back, "Mmhmm, mnmnn, ah, ahh," she'd say teasingly, her underwear only getting wetter and wetter, to the point of becoming drenched.

He really wanted to look away, and he'd shut his eyes every now and then, but her voice only dragged his attention back to her. She was a woman, after all, and he couldn't deny that she was very sexy. Her messy hair of blonde stands framed her head like a glowing halo, curly hair on her face stuck to her sweaty forehead and sticky lips, bundles of it against her neck and behind her shoulders.

Sam's moans only got louder as the minutes went by, and without warning she began to remove her boyshorts. She spread her legs again, but this time he could see everything. Her pussy was spilling fluids, as she had come, he noted. Her finger rubbed over the pinkish and swollen lips of her pussy, spreading her juices and not afraid to make a mess. Her pubes were longer at the tip of her entrance, also sticky against her skin.

Her fingers made their way inside her as she began fingering herself. She wanted him to see her, and he did. His eyes would roll back in excitement, his cock shaking and then lightly releasing himself on his belly. He'd groan and twist his body, but she ignored him as she continued to rub her clit. She moaned louder than before, not afraid that the downstairs or upstairs, or right across the hall neighbors could hear her.

She thrusted her hand in and out of herself, "Oh, ohh, fuck!" She laid her back onto the coffee table, knocking anything on it off, her legs still wide for his perfect view. And he viewed. Her hand rubbed precisely, she reached an orgasm once again, she stopped herself as she became too sensitive. And she groaned quietly, shaking momentarily, letting her fluids continuously drip.

He watched her ripe pussy, still swollen and crimson, smear onto his coffee table. He observed the way her chest rose up and down from her heavy breathing in trying to catch her breath. Her flushed face glistening from the sweat, and he wanted to devour her.

The young man whimpered to himself, mentally smacking himself for desiring her when he knew he shouldn't. Although she was the one throwing herself at him, he should be strong enough to deny her.

"Are you ready?" Her sudden question interrupted his thoughts, and he glanced up at her as she stood up and went to straddle his hard cock.

Her bare pussy first sat directly on his ball sack when she mounted him, adjusting her thighs around his sides. Her slimy fluids dragged around him as she began finding the right position, his voice very vocal to the warmth and pleasure he was feeling.

She giggled, something that was arousal all within itself. He ended up releasing himself once again, and he watched her use her pointing finger scoop up his cum like she was dipping raw cookie dough off the bowl and lick it up. Her whole finger went inside her mouth, full of his cum, licking it clean when she popped her finger out.

By then her pussy had found itself atop of his laying cock. Her pussy flaps opened and sat perfectly at each side of Spencer's cock, like a hotdog bun on its sausage. Her fluids drenched his dick perfectly as she began to rub herself on him. He wasn't inside her, but her pussy was still wrapped around him, as she moved her hips back and forth. Her hips would slow down, and she'd voice squeaking noises that made him want to lose his mind. Then she'd make circular movements, squealing ego-bloating comments about his cock, such as, "Oh, fuck Spencer, you're so big, I can't imagine you'll fit inside me! Ah, ahh...I'm c-cumming again," she'd breath out shakily, "you feel so, g-good, fuck!"

He couldn't stop releasing himself, cumming multiple times but never softening.

Sam's arm reached over for the tape and ripped it off, doing her circular motions atop his cock again, still not inside her but drenched from both their juices and fluids.

Spencer took a deep breath, a loud groan dragging out his throat as he felt Sam's bare pussy rub against his bare cock. He felt her hands press against his torso as she humped forward, harshly and roughly before moving back.

"S-Sam," he called her, looking away, somehow embarrassed, "s-stop..." His voice was low and raspy and shy and she laughed at that.

"Are you sure?" She asked, stopping suddenly and sitting up. He couldn't admit that he desperately missed the sensation of her rubdown although it hadn't even been two seconds. The warmth and wetness felt like home on his dick, and he knew that he wanted her to continue.

When he didn't respond to her question, she quickly unclasped her bra and removed it, tossing it to the ground with the rest of her forgotten clothes. Her breasts hung freely and open. He couldn't look away. Round and elevated, showing her youth, as her perky pink nipples poked outward in an inviting manner. She had large breasts, and he could eat them up if she allowed him. They were very round and plumped and milky, also shiny and very soft-looking. He wanted to touch her.

But, strong-willed, he decided to looked away, "This is wrong, Sam. I need you to get off and clean yourself up."

He felt her take hold of his still-erected cock as she picked herself up and adjust his tip so it was nudged at her entrance. "I know you want to fuck me, Spencer Shay," she said to him, looking down at him from her up view. She just needed to sit down and he'd be in her. That's all it took, one effortless movement.

"Sam, think about this, I don't want to take your virginity! It should be – "

"That boat sailed long ago, my dude," she sighed, annoyed at his commentary. "Just enjoy the ride," she smirked, and without warning she let herself fall, taking in his massive cock.

She winced painfully, gasping softly at the sudden pain from the strain of her walls stretching, but she stayed put, feeling his cock take all the space inside of her. Her walls tighten, wrapping endearingly around him, afraid to move all too much. Her hands went back to press against his torso, shutting her eyes as she took him in. He was large, but she already knew that. There was a delight in the way Spencer's voice wasn't muffled anymore, and she could hear clearly how much he was enjoying being lodged inside of her. He moaned loudly, accepting her invitation.

Her walls felt like they wanted to stick to him, as though they wanted to become a second layer of skin. She was hotter than her mouth had been, and a lot gushier. Being completely raw was another sensation, and it had been a while since he'd felt such young and juicy pussy, especially bare. She was tight, and it felt like her walls wanted to choke him.

"Gah, ah, S-Sam, w-what are you, gah, mmm, doing?" His moans were uncontrollable. She felt so right and she squeezed him the perfect way.

Just then, Sam began lifting herself up and carefully pushed herself out, crying out loud, "Ah, ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" But she continued, trying to find the motion and ignoring how large and past average Spencer truly was. She could feel the tip of his cock touch the pit of her belly, and it was giving her an unfamiliar sensation of uneasiness now that she was there.

She's known he was massive from the get-go, but now that he was inside her, it felt different.

It took her a minute, but after finding her rhythm, she pumped her body up and down, slowly but at a faster pace than she was moments ago. Her moans intermixed with his, and she only grunted louder as her speed began picking up.

It felt good, it felt great, feeling the tip of his cock reach further into her insides. He took all the space her pussy could give, stretching her out and making her wince every now and then, but when he'd rub her insides just right, it'd send shivers down her spine.

The head of cock began tapping a certain spot, hitting it in just the same spot over and over and over again. She could feel the sensation of her orgasm build up, and her body continued to thrust itself up and down onto his cock like it were an addiction she had come to terms with.

Each time she'd let herself fall on him, his cock would begin to scramble the insides of her tummy, and she'd shake with ecstasy.

He watched her from below, his writs hurting from being tied up for so long. He could see her breasts bouncing frenzy up and down and left and right, sweat rolling down her tummy where his cock was just hitting.

This was Sam, he reminded himself, and no matter how much he was mesmerized at how tight and perfect she felt, he didn't want to continue. He wanted her to stop, but the young blonde simply kept on jamming him in her.

She moaned loudly, her fluids simply pouring onto his dick and the rest of him. He'd never stopped moaning, gritting his teeth trying to contain himself, but his eyes would roll back at the pleasure and she'd scream along with him.

"Fuck!" He grunted, his pelvis willing moving upwards as she relished on him, both pushing towards each other at the same time, only making the impact a lot more felt.

Sam was bouncing up and down a lot faster, screaming, ravishing on what was his thick cock as her messy curls went all over the place. "Yes, yes! Oh, fucking hell, yes! Spencer, Spencer, a-again, you're making me cum again!" He wasn't even looking at her, as his eyes were at the back of his head, his body shaking feeling entranced in the rhythm of Sam's pussy wrapping around him as he was about to release, again. He didn't really know if he had any cum left in him.

But she never stopped riding him, until she did stop with a shaking body as she released herself just as he exploded inside her. It felt incredible, his cum reaching her insides and clashing in every inch that was her thigh pussy. She whimpered, holding herself still, his hard cock continuing to shoot into her.

She took a few minutes to gather her breathing, pushing all her strands of blonde hair behind her shoulders. Her large glanced down at him, his eyes still shut and his head aimed away from her. He easily imitated a wet cherry tomato, his arms still unified by the belt atop his head. He seemed weak and tired and exhausted.

She started to come to her senses, and realized she had just forced her actions onto him. The man who had taken her as part of the family, and she had taken advantage of his trust. But it felt so wonderful, even now, she gently moved her hips and felt his erected cock scrape parts inside her. Her body shivered entirely, and with one last sigh she reached over and began to undo the belt that kept in place, right underneath her.

Still, she didn't disconnect from him, his dick inside her as she continued to mount him. Spencer opened his eyes and unhooked himself, rubbing his wrists as he winced, both noticing how red they'd marked considering all the tugging and pulling done throughout the act.

"Sam," his voice was hoarse, and she winced herself at how embarrassed she now felt. "I asked you to stop, multiple times," he said, beginning to sit up, not minding that her thighs straddled his hips. She wanted to retaliate with, "Oh, but you sure seem to enjoy yourself," which wasn't a complete lie. But she knew she was wrong, especially because his pleasure could have sprouted from the drug effects rather than wanting her.

"I know, I know," she sighed, "I..." She didn't know what to say. She was mad at herself for taking advantage, and particularly raping the man, but she couldn't find it in her to regret her actions.

"You're Carly's best friend," he reminded her, and she winced again, looking down at her hands, not wanting to remember that detail.

"I know."

"You just turned nineteen, I'm like twice your age."

"I know."

She began pulling herself up, wanting to whimper once she felt the absence of his cock. She stood in front of him, naked as he looked her up and down, wanting to be inside her again. He wanted to savor her pussy once more, and drill into her like she'd sought out. And his bonder was worryingly still very present, throbbing and yearning to feel her warmth.

"It felt amazing," he found himself admitting out loud, and she couldn't hold back the corner of her lips tugging upwards.

"I know."

Her charming smile bewitched him further, and he couldn't stop his hands from reaching her arms to pull her onto him. He kissed her, and she melted into the kiss entirely. Her body warmed up, her hands finding themselves caressing his cheeks and ears. She felt his tongue intertwine with hers, sending shivers up her spine.

"Fuck me," she commanded, looping her arms around his neck, wanting him closer than he already was.


I've been really horny for Spam lately, so here's a long one for ya'! Please enjoy, and let me know what's something ya'll would be interested to read. I have an itch of wanting to write more Sam Puckett, but I'm coming short in ideas. Just a reminder that I don't really revise and stuff, but I hope that doesn't bother ya'll too much.

Thanks for reading, hope ya'll enjoyed! A review is always appreciated!