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RAPE!

RAPE FANTASY!

Just like Spencer had hoped for, the young blonde had been parading herself in the attire he wished to see her best in. Most days she'd wear her jeans and a blouse with some leather jacket if the weather was up for it. But when she'd come home, he could only envision her peeling those tight jeans down her legs. She'd remove her top and jacket for a simple tee, but on a rare occasion spaghetti-straps made an appearance. Her petite figure would be dressed in thin materials, that revealed what was pleasing to his eyes.

Sam found herself too comfortable at his place, almost taking over Carly's bedroom. It was as though they had become roommates, except she wasn't cooperating with any bills, and eating all his food. Most nights she'd sneak away to meet with her friends at the club. She had made it a habit to borrow Carly's clothing; she had more of a "going out" style she was aiming for, and due to their body differences, it pressed on her captivatingly.

That night she borrowed a black zip-up, figure-hugging dress that pushed her breasts upwards. It was sleeveless, so she grabbed a jacket and with her pair of heels she rode the elevator down the main lobby where she was picked up.

The night had been quite boring if she were being honest. She met a guy at the bar while she waited for her drink, complimenting her face, although she knew he gazed mesmerized at her bosom. He continued to speak about topics she wished he wouldn't elaborate on, yet she stood in place, nodding along as she let a yawn escape.

"Sorry if I'm boring you," he chuckled nervously, "you're really pretty, it makes me nervous."

She chuckled herself at that, nodding and placing her empty cup back on the counter before taking his hand and dragging him along with her. He didn't question her actions, but rather allowed her to do as she pleased. Arriving at some corner in the club, Sam slammed her face against his. She smashed her lips with his, his response quick to adjust, as her arms went to dangle around his shoulders.

It would be a few more weeks before Freddie would come home. She was counting the seconds. She called him back a a few days ago, apologizing for her odd behavior. He asked her not to. She was only speaking the truth, but maybe it was good that they were taking a break, so she could meet new people. Why would he say that? Was he seeing new people?

If that's what he wanted, okay!

Except she didn't want to meet new people. She realized as the way this guy's tongue scraped down her throat made her want to gag. His hands were like sand paper against her skin, sending shivers up her body when his large palms clenched her behind. She pulled away from his lips to gasp for air, needing to breath and a break. Yet, he didn't let go like she'd like.

The music was booming in their ears and the static-like lighting was giving her a bigger headache than she could manage. He was now kissing her neck, her loud demands to release her were ignored. Usually her fist would knock some sense into them, but she felt weak. Too many drinks, she figured; using her arms as a barrier between them while he continued to drag his lips about her open chest.

Sam felt dizzy at how much she was struggling to be set free. His hands reached for the low hem of the black dress, pulling it upwards while he caressed her legs. With a sudden push, she successfully managed to stumble out his grip. Without a second thought she rushed to find her friends, asking to be taken home.

The apartment was quiet and although Spencer was home she felt alone. She looked at her phone, lighting up to see Freddie's name pop up, asking if she was awake. She began removing her heels, feeling the satisfaction travel up her calf. She removed her jacket and zipped down the dress to be just in undergarments. Within seconds, her camera had snapped a selfie, and quickly sent it his way.

'Yes', was all she wrote. She let herself fall on the bed, staring at the time.

1:37

1:38

Ding!

She quickly opened it, a goofy grin overtaking her lips as the image was a simple mirror-selfie of him shirtless, in those gray sweatpants she loved so much.

'Me too.'

It was a simple picture, but she found herself getting aroused by it. She fixed her posture, trying to find angles to send his way. Instead, she removed her panties and laid tummy-down, snapping a pic of her bare behind with her lopsided smile in the photograph capture.

'No classes tomorrow?'

She felt so horny. Her hand began to travel south, her middle finger quickly slipping in to find how wet she already was.

Ding!

His erections portrayed very well through the thick material of his sweats, she noticed, as he was now pressing the cloth down to show the imprint of his cock.

Sam turned on her back, spreading her legs while she began to stimulate her clit. It was a few minutes before the feeling began to feel intense, abruptly stopping, still she captured a picture of her hand smothered in her fluids.

He sent her a picture of the head of his dick poking through, her hand going to quickly finger-fucking herself once again, her ass hinged upwards with knees spread apart as her angle allowed her to feel her walls, searching for her weak-spot. Her breathing became raspy, startled by her sudden ringtone. Freddie wanted to FaceTime.

She quickly answered it, moaning at it, before she greeted him with a smirk, "Hello, Benson." He laughed, seeing how very-Sam-of-her it was to very loudly announced she was masturbating to him. Still, he was jerking off himself, she could see it in his face and how his arm moved rapidly, although the view was off camera. Sam angled her phone to show just how her hand was now mimicking how fast her fingers thrusting inside her, her juices sticky on her hand as evidence at how wet she really was.

Freddie groaned loudly and she giggled, changing the angle towards her face once again, her cheeks rosy while she bit her lower lip.

'Let me hear you,' he grunted in a husky tone, his hand pumping up and down. And she unclasped her teeth.

Her moans were glorious. Sweet and soothing. He could feel himself ready to release himself, watching her continue to hand-fuck herself as she called his name in mere pleasure. "Oh, Freddie, oh, ohh god!" Her eyes were rolled back, and her blonde hair covered some facial features in the most beautiful way. Her mouth was open, stands sticking to her lips due to some leftover gloss. He could only remember what her lips felt like on his cock.

'F-fuck, Sam…I'm gonna, hmp…gah, ahh!'

"Me too, oh god, ah, ah, aah," she gasped for air like a fish out of water.

They talked for a while longer as she cleaned up, Freddie taking note that she was in Carly's bedroom. She let him know she had indefinitely moved in.

She knew this, their masturbating session, didn't change anything. No strings attached.

Still, she was excited for him to come back, and he was excited to go back.

The next morning, she jogged down the stairs with a messy bun and an oversized shirt that made him believe she was short-less until a movement revealed them. No hugging-figure outfits this morning, and the crewneck of her shirt concealed the skin he wished to see, yet she still managed to make cuteness want to fuck her timeless.

"Morning Spence," she chirped, walking straight towards the fridge where she knew he had saved her breakfasts leftovers. The way she bent allowed him a view of her behind, round and tight, he remembered.

"Uh, hey! So, I'm gonna be out for a bit, call me if you need anything."

"Will do."

When he returned he found her sleeping soundlessly on the sofa, the plate from the morning empty on the coffee table while the television played lowly on the background. He snapped a few pictured of her cutesy posture; her arms cradling a cushion for support under her head, knee bent upwards for a comfortable position and her shorts allowing great view of her ass. He tried to wake her, shaking her body a few times and calling her name to find that his drugs had hit her well.

He didn't waste time picking her up and taking her body into his bedroom. He removed his clothes completely, his cock hard and pointing upwardly. Spencer began to underestimate her as well; he removed her oversized shirt to find she was wearing a sports bra. It pushed her breasts together, making him feel them for a few seconds. He groaned inwardly.

When he slipped her shorts down he was still mesmerized like the first time to see her almost naked. Her figure was amazing; her breasts were large, a tiny waist and great hips with a plumbed cheeks. His hands caressed her thighs, spreading her legs open for him to lower his head and sniff her core. She was warm and moist. He glanced up to find her still sleeping, her chest breathing gently up and down.

Spencer's hands continued to feel her body, traveling upwards and pushing her sports bra up and away to reveal her perky breasts. He took them in his mouth, savoring her skin while his fingers touched over her panties, rubbing up and down. He did so for a few minutes, moaning aloud as he body began to react towards his advances. She was becoming wet, her fluids thick against her panties. She twitched for a second and he stopped to observe her momentarily before moving on and pulling her panties down. He spread her thighs apart, admiring her for a second before slipping two fingers inside. Her insides were hot.

As though he was familiar with her body, he began to rub her insides like if he knew where she liked it best, making her wetter than before. Using her fluids and his precum, he began to jerk himself. Gently at first, as if savoring the moment. His grip began at the base, near his balls and squeezed upwards, rounding his thumb at the tip to spread more of his precum. He moaned freely once again.

He paid attention onto her clit, running circles with the tip of his index finger, watching over her face. She was angelic as ever. He went on to finger-fuck her and gave her perky nipples another go. Suddenly she was overflowing, orgasming in her sleep.

The brunette then straddled her petite body, his massive cock settling between her breasts. His groan dragged out her throat aggressively, never fully knowing until then what happiness was. Large palms took hold of each breast, his thumbs rubbing about the erected nipples and held them against each other as he began to thrust in between them. Her breasts gave an incredible sensation that brought goosebumps around his body while he continued to hump forward.

He glanced down to still see her knocked out, her mouth agape with rosy cheeks and long eyes lashes shut. He became more aggressive, as though her beauty maddened him, finding himself pumping in and out from her breasts until he partially released himself, most of his substance landing on her neck and chin. He was still massively hard.

Not bothering to clean her, his fingers reached for her nose, clasping it shut and opening her mouth to insert his erected cock. Both his hand took hold of her head, picking it up slightly for accommodation before he began to fuck her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" His moans were expressed loudly, feeling her hot tongue against his cock and her teeth gently scraping across his shaft as he pushed forward. The tip of his cock touched her throat, her saliva overflowing around his member feeling like he couldn't hold it any longer. He slowly pulled out halfway before thrusting with greater force. He used the headboard that was part of his windowpane for better support, getting on his knees and roughly thrusting into her mouth, groaning in pure satisfaction.

His mind was blank, and all he could think about was how glorious she was in any way. Her small mouth and plumped lips surrounded his cock like it was its job, even then when she wasn't conscious. And he envied Freddie at how at-will he received her body whenever he pleased. Seeing how many times she's touched herself when she thought she was alone, he wouldn't be surprised if the first thing she did when he arrived was fuck Freddie.

But how he wished that she willingly mounted his cock to ride like she had no other purpose but to please him.

He moaned frenzy. His fluids and her saliva helped immensely at how well he slipped in and out and in and out. He spent quite some time with his cock inside her mouth due to the comfort of the warmth, mimicking her pussy. When he was ready to release, he pulled out while his precum dripped into her face, shinning until his white cum mildly erupted about her beauty. He stayed in position, holding his shaft in hand, watching the white substance drip off the tip of his dick and onto the bridge of her nose and cheeks. He adjusted his cock so more cum would fall at her lips, sliding slowly towards her teeth.

He grunted at how tired he felt, having to position himself towards her angle. He was going soft. He used the time to capture bettered angled pictures of her.

After successfully getting hard again, Spencer positioned himself in between her legs and submerged himself into her without hesitation. She was still wet and he pounded into her like he had been Sam-deprived. Which he was. He moaned with a goofy grin at how sensational she was without a condom. Almost every morning it was like she was taunting him. Her thin layers of tank top with her erect nipples noticeably imprinted is not something she would not be conscious about. She wanted this.

He pushed into her further, pulling out faster and thrusting with a craving he was finally releasing. Her body moved with his. Her breasts bounced up and down, her head slightly shaking while she overflowed with her fluids.

He turned her to her side, picking her leg up to fold over his shoulder while he continued to pound her senseless. Spencer's grunts were immense, sweat coming down his face with red cheeks as he puffed. This young girl was paradise he only could imagine how she was when she was awake and willing.

A few minutes passed and he placed her tummy-down, his cock still thrusting into her while he began to massage her behind. She was round and big; plumped and soft, he knew he was ready to release inside her. He pushed harder, the slaps of his balls against her ass sounding into the room at how fast he was going. He fell atop of her, feeling her sweaty back press against his chest while he pounded vigorously into her like this was last chance he was ever going to get. And it could be.

He hands held onto her shoulders while their bodies shifted together, the intensity getting the best of him as he felt frozen. He was ready to release, and he wanted to let it go inside of her, but not this time. He pulled out and hinged up and forward, letting it explode on her back. He groaned and gasped for hair, letting his forehead lean against the nape of her neck. She smelled like vanilla. Carly's shampoo.

Her fluids mixed with his draped her lower back as he stayed set until he was done pumping, using one of his hands to squeeze out as much as he could.

He showered her body, careful not to wet her hair before dressing her as before and laying her where he found her before leaving the apartment.

When Sam woke up she realized the living room was dark, except for the TV. She felt tired and weirdly sprained around her back joints. They needed a new sofa. There was a sour taste in her mouth, yet her breath smelled minty-fresh. She sat up, noting she had slept almost all day, which was odd because she wasn't tired or had even stayed up too late the night before.

It was then when she realized she was wet down below. She huffed and wondered just which wet dreams had she had that she couldn't quite remember. Getting up her body shivered, as though she was sensitive still. She had a faint memory of Spencer's voice, but that was it. Had she had a wet dream about Spencer? They had spent a good amount together, mainly because she lived there.

The door opened and he walked in, nonchalant, hanging his jacket as he greeted her as ever. "Hey, kiddo, been lazy all day, huh?"

She clicked her tongue with the roof of her mouth, rubbing the back of her neck before stretching her arms, "Took a nap, actually."

"Gotta rest up that body, let your body grow."

She glanced up at him as he typed a message, she supposed, before she smiled at her and said, "Well, I'm heading out again, I just need to grab my banjo."

She chuckled at his comedy antics, and within minutes he was gone.

"No," she chuckled to herself, shaking her head lightly, "no, there's no way I dreamt about Spencer."

So like I've said before, this kind of things get me running! It's a weird fetish of mine, but I would never wish this upon anyone! I'm just sharing my stories with others!

I have another idea in mind, and seeing classes have been canceled because of the damn coronavirus, I will have time to write I just hope I do write! Those reviews motivate me, just a reminder!

THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAVE LEFT A REVIEW, AND FAVORITED IT AND IT JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY! I TAKE THEM ALL TO HEART! 3