RAPE TRIGGER WARNING!
RAPE FANTASY!
The apartment had become lonesome since the bubbly brunette had been shipped overseas with her father. Spencer couldn't deny he missed her dearly, but nonetheless overjoyed that she was able to receive the dedicated time she had always yearned for. The situation was bittersweet. Thinking to himself, there was no denying he did receive more freedom due to not having her home at almost all times of the day; enabling him to bring a lady-friend was an advantage he enjoyed. He had also recovered the many spare keys Carly had handed out unauthorized to her friends now that she was gone. It wasn't that he didn't want them around, they just didn't need to be. He had been clear with them that they must knock if they wish to be granted permission to enter, and understand he needs his own privacy. Or at least he talked and hoped they received the memo.
That evening Spencer had decided to stay home, as he had finished a sculpture not long ago and concluded a well-rested night was needed. Browsing through the TV's channels he made an erupt stop at the very erotic video playing from the recently-unblocked porn channel; it showed a nude, blonde woman pleasuring herself as she released drastic moans. She appeared fake with her overly done breasts bouncing and her sprayed tan appearing to be too glossy and off-color against her skin. Still, the young man felt the twitch inside his jeans, making him adjust himself on the sofa for the first few minutes, as he had not planned the evening to make itself as it was turning out to be.
He unbuttoned his bottoms and zipped down to whip out his soft penis to hold in his hand. His eyes observed the woman on screen with spread legs. He gently but sturdily began to stoke himself, quickly feeling the pleasure enlighten him as he was becoming hard while the minutes passed by. He groaned lightly and swiftly tugged his jeans lower, his head resting back as his hand could now get a full grasp on his thick shaft. His rhythm became faster with a tighter grip, the sexual noises emitting from the television only helping his situation. He could feel himself coming to an end, grunting, his thumb pressing at his tip to drag a moan out his throat. He just needed a few more seconds. His hand rubbed up and down as his hard cock was fully extended to his six inches.
"Spencer! Let me in!"
His heart stopped as the all too familiar demanding voice made its way from the door as loud knocks followed suit. Changing the channel as quick as he could he began to try and tug his boner into the rough material of his jeans, responding with a, "Coming!" Only to make himself get tongue-tied as the word was too relatable with his actions of only moments ago. He took a deep breath and rubbed the sweat off his face from how nervous he suddenly was. And why was he opening the door? He could have pretended not to be home. Mentally smacking his head, the brunette opened the door just enough so she could talk and he could insinuate her presence into his apartment wasn't welcomed at the moment.
Nonetheless, the young blonde brushed past him before he could greet her. "Hey, Sam what are you doing? Unless you don't remember, Carly doesn't live here momentarily." Her face seemed flushed while she sat on his sofa, smiling like a goof at him.
"I'm crashing here tonight," she notified him while removing her heels. It was then when he realized she wasn't dressed as she usually did; jeans with a simple top. Instead she wore a grey dress; one that hugged her figure generously. He didn't mean to stare but his eyes were drawn right below her chin as the spaghetti straps from the dress lead into a plunging neckline that exposed her breast to an extent. She had known the young blonde woman practically all her life, it was common for her to express such comfortable attitude towards him as she simply laid back and extended her legs, crossing one over the other. She wasn't conscious on how the hem of the dress lifted slightly upward, revealing more than necessary.
Puberty done well, he thought to himself and he swore he had just released himself in his jeans. Without bothering to ask why she was dressed the way she was, he excused himself and escaped for his bathroom. He was hurting and needed to relieve himself. Locking the door behind him, Spencer unbuttoned his jeans down to see his thick erection staring straight at him. Taking his cock in hand he began to stroke it roughly, being far too sensitive and horny. Holding a moan as he closed his eyes, his mind suddenly flashed indecent images of the young teen in his living room.
She had been of age for quite some time now, but she was still Sam. Yet his brain replayed her breasts peeking out at the neckline, teasing at him. "Oh, fuck," he grunted when he began to imagine the young girl sensually pressing her hands around her body, over the short dress he was suddenly a supporting fan of. He came and held in another moan, wishing he'd knew what her hot tongue would feel like around his cock.
"Spencer! I need your help!" She called out, and he took in a deep breath, his plan keeping busy as her voice only helped with his situation. His cum jerked upward and he mentally cursed himself as he now had to change his shirt. "Spencer!" Mummbling under his breath and feeling like he could breath again, he shoved his sensitive cock into his jeans and removed his shirt, grabbing another on the way out.
"What is it?" He called after her, only noticing when he finished sticking his head through the shirt her position. Her body bent over the sofa's armrest as she reached for something on the floor, her behind up and wide on the armrest itself as her panties were slightly showing. He could feel himself getting hard and he bit his lower lip making his way to her.
"The control, Spencer. I dropped it." She then readjusted herself with a giggly laugh, going to lay her back on the sofa as her dress lifting up when she sunk down, yet she didn't seem to care. He painfully reached for the control to his television and handed it to her. But her eyes were closed, appearing to be asleep with a slump smile and rosy cheeks. Getting closer to her he could smell the alcohol. "Damn Sam, what happened to you?"
She gasped and fluttered her eyes at him, "Shh, just come here," she called while trying to sit up, never minding that one of her breast was halfway to sticking out. "I need you," she said quietly but he heard and she smirked.
"Need me to what?" He tried to understand.
"Fuck me up, bro!" Her arm extended to him and the young man stared at her small hands, wondering how they'd feel around his cock.
"Sam you're drunk. Take a shower in Carly's bedroom and sleep."
"Nobody wants me," she sighed, sounding more annoyed than hurt if he were being honest. She stood, maintaining her balance, only to take a seat again and comfortably stable herself to the side against the cushions, her chest down and bottom's up. Her dress had been brushed up, her ass in view with her black lace-panties well-fitted. She seemed to be asleep once again, and he stood in place staring, the best of him losing conscious. "Stop it," he whispered to himself. His hand went to pull the hem of her dress lower, accidentally skimming her behind with his hand. She feels so soft, he thought to himself.
It was then when he looked around mischievously, as if anyone else were home to witness what his mind was encouraging him to do. Lifting her dress higher than it was, his hand went to squeeze a cheek. He groaned in satisfaction before doing it once again. He was hard again and the cause of it was right below him. Soon enough his other hand joined to repeat the action with his other cheek, giving her ass a masssge. Sam groaned as she shifted her body, and he suddenly couldn't stop himself. He gently lowered her panties down, groaning immensely at how soft and bouncy she appeared. He didn't stop tugging until they were hanging on one of her ankles.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his fully erect cock and clasped it between both of her cheeks like a hotdog, to then slowly rock his body. Just her skin against his was enough to emerge a loud moan from his mouth. His speed was slow and steady to keep his cock in place as he received great pleasure. Her hips jolted backwards as if in reaction, allowing him a better grip from her sides. He continued to mockingly thrust against her, his mind going blank. He accidentally released himself at her back and he cursed, yet it continued to eject and he did nothing to stop himself. He compromised that he needed to wash her dress, reaching for the zipper of her dress at the back to pull down. It seemed she had been braless. As gently as he could be he began to undress her, her drowsy body being much help. He pulled her body to sit up and brought the spaghetti straps down her shoulders and arms and down her thighs until swiftly the dress was removed. She was facing the ceiling, the petite young girl laid naked before him, her large breasts rising up and down as she took in deep breaths in her sleep.
"Sam," he called once and she didn't respond. He tried several more times with louder tones of voice but each time her response was silent or annoyed grunts. He began to reposition her posture, sitting her up and spreading her legs wide, observing her dark pubes of hair barely growing as though she had freshly shaved. He knew he shouldn't, but perversion got the best of him as his thick and long fingers went to touch her. He spread the entrance of her pussy, the warmth of her core almost reaching him. Both his hands and cock twitched.
He went to observe at her angelic face again, her long eyelashes shut as her golden curls cascaded about her shoulders, giving her a halo glow. He leaned towards her, feeling the breath of her deep slumber against his own lips that were now mere centimeters from hers. He pressed them gently, having wondered how her full and soft lips felt. His kissed her a few more times although she wasn't responding to him, sticking his tongue against hers. His hands held onto her chin while he tasted the tequila in her teeth, taking the time go swirl her rested tongue. He moaned softly into her mouth, clouded by sweet fragrance her hair was providing.
He continued to press his mouth on her hot skin; trialing pecks of kisses onto her jawline and down her throat, taking the time to give an area of her creamy flesh attention. He licked her collarbone before beginning to suck, her face reacting while she continued to sleep. His large hands helped pick her up, holding onto her as they hugged her lower back. Soon after leaving his mark, his saliva remaining along with his teeth marks, Spencer went to take one of her pink, erect nipple into his mouth. He sucked desperately, the tip of his tongue twirling around, his mouth caving about it although he were trying to eat her breasts. His hand took the other breast, squeezing in between his fingers to find she was softer than she appeared. It were like his fingers would get submerged as he tried to get a grip on it. Soon after his fingers began to tug and pull with his thumb and index finger. He moaned at how drunk he was getting of her aroma; how unbelievably soft and smooth she truly was.
Spencer's tongue flicked her nipple a few times, switching from breast to breast before fully pulling back. He spread her thighs once again, mesmerized at how wet she had become in her sleep. He lowered himself to pull her entrance apart, her juices oozing out. His middle and index finger push in, taking in the heat against his flesh as he felt inside her. He swerved against her walls before received a jerk on her hips, a lazy moan louder than before. He found her weak spot. He rubbed deeper into her spot, going to find her clit along the way to tease it. Her body twitched, a drunk murmur calling for the boy across the hall.
"Freddie," She hummed, her cheeks red as sweat drops emerged her forehead. She and Freddie have had sex, he stated to himself, not surprised if he were being honest. He continued to finger fuck her, his speed increasing as her unconscious face expressions allowed him to see she was enjoying his touch. With a faster pace he became a tad careless and rough, pushing his ringer finger inside, feeling as though he were to come again. It didn't help that Sam came herself, his hand drenched with the slobber of her substance. He used said hand to rub himself, staring her persecuted body. Groaning, feeling his bony fingers wrap aggressively around his shaft, he knew this was wrong. Sam was completely unaware that he was harassing her body and using her for mere pleasure. Pleasure he shouldn't be having. As she was apparently still hooked on her ex boyfriend, which he cared for as well.
Still, instead of allowing himself to release, Spencer positioned himself between her. He raised both of legs with each hand, secure behind the fold of her knee. The head of his cock teased her entrance, taking a deep breath as he plunged into her hurriedly. She made a face of discomfort, but the young man kept himself inserted. Her walls were hot and pressing against his twitching clock inside her. She was small, he knew so, but the angle he held her only helped to have a tighter grip on his cock. He pulled out slowly, savoring how amazing she felt without the barrier of a condom. Before coming completely out, Spencer shoved inside once again, another muttered groan releasing form her clasped mouth. He began to thrust in and out as he found a rhythm, the only thing sounding was the clap of each rough lunge against her dainty body.
She must have taken something stronger than tequila for her to knocked out as much as she was. Because at this state, it was becoming an exercise as he was sweating and could feel a cramp coming up on his calf. But he didn't stop. His ballsack smacked against her dripping of her juices. It was unbelievable how hypnotized he was with her body. He pulled out and turned her body, spreading her ass apart, and continuing to insert into the entrance of her pussy. His hands pressed down each time he thrusted forward, groaning her name, "Fuck, Sam, you're t – tight!" Her name sounded foreign rolling out his tongue; dirty, knowing he shouldn't be saying it in the manner he was.
He lifted her hips, holding onto them as his steady pace became ferocious against her. He moaned and grunted repeatedly, feeling himself ready to release. His throbbing cock pushed in and out, the pressure feeling like a tight rubber-band trying to squeeze out his seeds. This felt great. It felt amazing. He was actually fucking Sam Puckett.
"Oh, Freddie," she slurred once more, and he couldn't hold himself any longer. He released himself within her walls. The way his hot substance mixed with hers as her unconscious body trembled, slumped against the cushions of his now-dirty sofa. He pumped forward a few more times. He pushed her down against the sofa, cursing at himself whilst more sweet dripped down his chin and splash against her back. He slowed his face, pulling out and holding onto her hips to keep her steady. Her tiny waist within his hold amazed him; she was so tiny, he wondered how she stored all the food she'd digest.
Cleaning her was the hard part. He hoped she wouldn't wake, as he didn't have any excuse as to why he was doing so other than explain what he'd just done to her body. It didn't help that having her soaked body in his hands as he washed her didn't help his sensitive mind. First thing in the morning he'd get the after morning pill, convince her it's an aspirin for her hangover she's prune to have, and hopefully she wouldn't notice anything. He dressed her like he undressed her; carefully and gently. He pushed her panties up until they covered her crotch area and slipped her dress that fit like a glove. After finishing in trying to disinfect the area, he left her on the sofa with a blanket over her body.
He didn't know why she was dressed the way she was or what brought her to his apartment that night. Has she fled from Freddie's place? Had she gone somewhere in hora of trying to forget Freddie? All he knew, and after tonight, some things are better left in the dark. Turning off the lights he shuffled out the living room and into his bedroom. Letting himself flop on his bed, the young brunette unlocked his phone to find himself going to the gallery. He knew his night wasn't over; having captured such lewd images of Sam for his safe keeping was going to come in handy. There were many repeated angles he took; her blushed expressions, making sure he'd get her breasts. Videos in which he penetrated her aggressively which made her breasts bounce frenzy.
I really don't know how long this story might last up on this site, but let me know if you guys would want it as a safe keep, I'll PM it to y'all.
Anyways, this fic is a bit more chill than others I've made and have dusting at the back of my computer. I do like light bondage; getting tied up, forced orgasms, gang bangs; but rape fantasies are an automatic turn on. No, I would NEVER wish such actions upon anyone, it just gets me going. I just like being tossed around, dominated for a better sense.
Why Spencer? He would never do that? I know. I think it has to do with him being like older, having that sort of role that goes with it, maybe? He's such a sweetheart, he would never harm a fly! This is just for my personal fetish that I am sharing with others to enjoy! And Sam is well, hot! Any sexual scene with her always gets me wet!
If it lasts for a while, I'll probably update other oneshots of Sam in similar scenarios under this file.
Let me know what you guys thought of it! Reviews are always welcomed and encourage!
~Jenna