Plumber
I called a plumber to fix the leaky tap in my kitchen sink, and let me tell you, I wish I had just left it broken. "I was in the middle of preparing dinner when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a man in a plumber's uniform standing there, holding a toolbox and a charming smile. 'I'm here to fix your sink,' he said, and I let him in without thinking twice. Big mistake."
As he tinkered with the pipes, we made small talk, and I found myself feeling comfortable around him. Too comfortable, as it turned out. Because without any warning, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me close and kissing me roughly.
I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "What are you doing?" I gasped, but he just laughed and pushed up my skirt, tearing off my panties. "I think you know exactly what I'm doing," he growled before bending me over the counter and entering me from behind without warning.
He started to fuck me hard and deep, using both hands to hold my hips in place as he slammed into me over and over again. I tried to squirm away, but he held me tightly with one hand while using the other to smack my ass hard enough to leave welts.
"Take it like a good girl," he growled in my ear as he used me like a toy. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm despite myself, but just as I was about to come, he pulled out suddenly and came all over my back with a satisfied grunt.
He cleaned himself up quickly before turning away without another word or glance at me. As he left my house without fixing the sink or even turning the water back on, I was left alone on shaky legs with tears streaming down my face and cum dripping down my back.
I don't know how I'll ever face him again if he comes back for another "job." But as much as I hate what happened between us against my will - there's still something dark inside of me that hungers for more...
Thief
I was dressed for a party - a blue pantyhose, white top, and blue skirt - when I heard the sound of breaking glass. I turned to see a masked figure climbing through my bedroom window, a gun in their hand. I froze in fear, but they pointed the weapon at me and ordered, "Don't make a sound." They moved closer, grabbing me from behind and pressing the gun to my head. "You're not going anywhere," they growled, pushing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me. They kissed me hard, their tongue forcing its way into my mouth as they started to grind against me. I could feel their hardness through their pants, and I knew what was coming.
They broke away from the kiss, gripping my throat tightly. "You like this, don't you? Being used like a little slut." I could only gasp for air as they started to fuck me roughly, their hips slamming into mine with each thrust. They slapped me hard across the face, making my cheek sting and my eyes water. "Answer me," they snarled, and I nodded as best I could with their hand around my throat.
They laughed darkly and flipped me over onto my hands and knees, fucking me from behind while choking me until I saw spots in my vision. They pulled out suddenly, grabbing my hair and dragging me towards a chair. They sat down, forcing me to straddle them backwards. "Ride me," they ordered, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. I started to move on them, feeling every inch of them as I took them deep inside me. They gripped my throat again, pulling me back against their chest as they kissed me roughly.
When they came, they bit down hard on my lip until it bled. They pushed me off them roughly, ordering me to lie on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. When I was in position, they stood over me and fucked my mouth while gripping my hair tightly until I gagged and coughed around them.
After using my mouth, they pulled me up and forced me to sit on the edge of the bed with one leg up and back so that my heel was resting on their shoulder. They entered me roughly again while choking me until I was right on the edge of passing out.
Finally, they flipped us onto the bed so that they were lying down with their cock still inside of me. They lifted their hips up off the bed slightly so that I could ride them slowly at first before building up speed until we were both moaning loudly.
When they came close to orgasm again, they pushed me off them roughly onto my knees in front of them. They grabbed their cock with one hand and stroked it until it exploded all over my face leaving thick streams of cum dripping down my cheeks and chin.
"Clean it up," they ordered gruffly as they held themselves in front of my lips until I opened up and took him in cleaning every last drop off his cock before spitting it out onto the floor between us.
They stood up slowly zipping themselves back up before looking down at where I knelt still covered in their cum with tears streaming down my face.
"You were perfect," he said coldly before turning away leaving me alone once again covered in his cum feeling used but somehow satisfied by what had just happened between us even if it was against my will
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Sunbathing with my Husband
I was in the middle of delivering a pizza to a seemingly normal house when the door swung open and a man with a menacing glare grabbed my arm, pulling me inside. "You're not leaving until I say so," he growled, slamming the door behind us.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, trying to tug my arm free. "I just came to deliver a pizza!"
He ignored me, pushing me roughly towards the bedroom. "Strip," he ordered.
I hesitated, but the look in his eyes told me I had no choice. I slowly started to undress as he watched, his eyes roaming over my body hungrily.
"You're going to be my little plaything tonight," he said, circling around me like a predator. "And you're going to do exactly what I say."
Once I was naked, he grabbed a leash from his bedside table and attached it to a collar around my neck. He pushed me down onto the bed, ass in the air just like he wanted.
"You look like a little slut waiting for her master," he said, running a hand over my ass and squeezing hard.
"I-I'm not a slut," I stammered.
He slapped my ass hard, making me yelp. "Shut your mouth unless I tell you to speak, whore."
I bit back a retort, knowing better than to anger him further. He ran his fingers through my folds, groaning at how wet I already was.
"Look at that," he taunted. "You're loving this already."
He pushed two fingers inside me, fucking me roughly before pulling them out and slapping my pussy hard. I moaned despite myself, and he laughed darkly.
"You're going to take everything I give you tonight," he said, undoing his pants and freeing his cock. "And you're going to love every second of it."
He entered me roughly, making me cry out in pain and pleasure as he began to pound into me mercilessly. He used me like a toy, slapping my ass and calling me every dirty name imaginable as he fucked me harder and harder until we both came undone.
Afterwards, he left me bent over the bed, panting and covered in sweat and cum as he cleaned himself up and left the room without another word. It wasn't until hours later that I finally managed to escape his house, shaken but alive...and craving more of his brutal touch.
Champion
I was so confident for my upcoming encounter after winning 5 games in a row. When he joined, i mocked him you are going to be my nice fucking slave, who follows my order like an asshole and started laughing.
As soon as I stopped laughing, he took control. He grabbed my wrists roughly pushing me against the wall. His eyes were dark pools reflecting nonexistent mercy. "Get on your knees," he demanded.
I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. He didn't wait for me to comply. He shoved me down roughly until my knees hit the hardwood floor.
"Good girl," he sneered sarcastically.
I couldn’t understand that this time, i came across a dominant man. Before I could do anything, his zipper descended sharply before he grabbed handfuls of hair forcing his cock into my mouth.
"Suck," he ordered.
I gagged as he hit my throat but he didn't relent.
"Open wider," he commanded.
I tried but he was too large for me.
SMACK!
His hand struck my cheek leaving a stinging red mark. "I said open wider!"
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, tears stinging my eyes as he started to fuck my mouth hard.
"That's a good little slut," he praised mockingly.
He pulled out suddenly, spit dripping from his cock onto my face.
"Lick it up," he ordered.
I hesitated again.
SMACK!
His hand struck the other cheek this time. "Lick it up, you little whore!"
I obeyed, lapping at his cock and the floor, tasting the mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum.
"Good girl," he taunted. "Now bend over the couch."
I did as told, my ass sticking out. He ran his hand over my cheeks before delivering a hard smack that echoed through the room.
"You have a nice little ass," he said, spitting on it for emphasis. "I'm going to enjoy spanking it."
He proceeded to spank me hard, his palm leaving red welts on my skin. I yelled in pain but he just laughed.
"Quiet, slut," he said, spitting in my hair. "You're supposed to be enjoying this."
He flipped me over and ripped off my shirt, buttons flying everywhere. He palmed my breasts roughly, squeezing and twisting my nipples.
"These tits are perfect for fucking," he said, spitting on them.
He bent me back over and entered me roughly from behind.
"Take it, you little whore," he grunted, slapping my ass again. "Take my cock like a good little slut."
I could feel the tears falling down my face but he just laughed again.
"Cry all you want, bitch," he said, spitting on my back. "It just makes me harder."
He continued to pound into me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
I did and he spat in my pussy before entering me again. He started to move again, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Come for me, you little slut," he commanded. "Come all over my cock."
I tried to hold back but my body betrayed me. I came hard, my fingers digging into his back.
He came soon after, collapsing on top of me before pulling out and getting up.
"Clean me off, bitch," he said, spitting on my face.
I took his cock in my mouth, cleaning him as ordered. When he was finally clean, he zipped up and looked down at me.
"Get out of my sight," he said, spitting on me one last time before leaving.
I stayed there on the floor, my body aching and my mind reeling. I felt humiliated, used, and broken. But I also felt something else - a dark, twisted desire that I couldn't quite understand.
The doorbell rings and I open it to find the plumber standing there with a toolbox and a cocky grin. His shirt clings to his chest, already damp with sweat. I lead him to the kitchen where water drips from the sink. He drops to his knees, tools clattering, but his eyes keep drifting to my bare legs as I lean against the counter.
He reaches under the sink, but his hand brushes my calf. The touch lingers. I spread my feet wider. He looks up, smirks, then stands and presses me back against the fridge. His mouth crashes into mine while his rough hands yank my shorts down. He spins me around, bends me over the counter, and frees his thick cock. One hard thrust and he’s buried inside my wet pussy, pounding me so the dishes rattle.
His hips slam forward again and again, balls slapping my ass. I moan and push back, taking every inch. He reaches around, fingers rubbing my clit fast until my walls clamp down and I cum hard around his shaft. He grunts, drives deep, and floods my cunt with hot spurts of cum, filling me until it leaks down my thighs.
He pulls out, slaps my ass, and zips up. "Call me if it leaks again," he says, leaving me dripping and satisfied against the counter.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting my small cottage into shadows, I hummed to myself as I worked in the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air as I kneaded the dough on the wooden table.
Suddenly, my peaceful evening was shattered. The door burst open with a crash as three men stumbled in, their faces obscured by ragged cloths. They were robbers, their eyes gleaming with a cruel hunger.
"Well, well,' the tallest one sneered, his gaze raking over me. "Look what we have here. A little bird all alone."
Fear gripped my heart, but I refused to let it show. I stood my ground, my hands still on the dough. "What do you want?" I demanded, my voice steady.
The robbers laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "We want what's yours," the tall one said, advancing on me. "Your valuables, your food...and you."
Before I could react, he grabbed me, his hands rough and unyielding. He pushed me onto the table, the dough forgotten as he forced my legs apart. I struggled, tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
The other two robbers were there, their hands grabbing at my clothes, tearing them away until I was bare and vulnerable. They held me down as the tall one undid his breeches and spat onto his hand.
"No," I begged, my voice shaking. "Please, don't do this."
But they didn't listen. They didn't care. The tall one grabbed his cock and pushed into me with a grunt, his thickness stretching me wide. I cried out at the sudden invasion, the pain sharp and sudden.
The other two weren't idle either. They took turns spitting on me, using their saliva to lubricate their entry into my most intimate places. They spat onto my face, into my mouth, onto my breasts, before using their spit to invade my body.
They took turns fucking me, using me for their pleasure, their cocks pounding into me with a brutal rhythm. They spanked me, their hands leaving red marks on my skin as they enjoyed my humiliation. They laughed as I cried out, as I begged them to stop, their laughter echoing through my home like a dark symphony.
When they finally finished, they pulled out of me with satisfied groans, leaving me a mess of their cum and spit. They took what they wanted - my valuables, my food, my dignity - before turning to leave.
"Enjoy your baking," the tall one sneered, spitting onto the floor beside me as they left through the broken door, leaving me alone in my violated home.
I sat there for a long time, my body aching, my skin burning, my mind racing. I was humiliated, broken, and alone. The smell of the bread, once comforting, now turned my stomach. My home, once a place of safety and comfort, now felt cold and foreign, a mirror of the desolation within me. The robbers had taken everything from me, leaving me with nothing but pain and shame.
The knock at the door was unexpected. I was alone, my husband out of town on business, and I had ordered a pizza to pass the time. I opened the door to find delivery boy standing there - young, lanky, with a nervous smile that quickly turned predatory.
"Hi," he said, his eyes scanning me up and down. "I've got your pizza."
I took the box from him, our fingers brushing briefly. "Thanks," I said, starting to close the door.
But he stopped it with his foot. "You're welcome," he said, his voice taking on a harder edge. "You know, I could use a little extra tip tonight."
I frowned, confused. "I already paid for the pizza," I said, trying to close the door again.
He pushed back, his body forcing its way into my home. "I'm not talking about money," he said, his eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger. "I want something else."
Fear gripped my heart as I realized his intent. "No," I said, backing away. "Get out of my house."
But he didn't listen. He followed me in, his eyes never leaving me. "Come on, baby," he said, his voice taunting. "You're all alone. I could make you feel so good."
I turned to run, but he grabbed me, his hands rough and unyielding. He pushed me onto the couch, his body pinning me down as he tore at my clothes.
"No," I begged, struggling against him. "Please, don't do this."
But he didn't care. He was too focused on his own desire. He spat onto his hand before pushing my legs apart and rubbing his saliva onto my entrance.
"You're gonna like this," he said, his voice cold and arrogant. "I promise."
He pushed into me with a grunt, his thickness stretching me wide. I cried out at the sudden invasion as he began to move, his hips slamming against mine with every thrust.
He fucked me roughly, his body pounding into mine with no regard for my comfort or pleasure. He spat onto my face, into my mouth, onto my breasts, using his spit to humiliate me further.
When he finally finished, he pulled out with a satisfied groan, leaving me a mess of his cum and spit. He grabbed the pizza box and left without a word, leaving me alone in my violated home.
I sat there for a long time, my body aching, my skin burning, my mind racing. I was humiliated, broken, and alone. The delivery boy had taken advantage of my vulnerability, had invaded my home and my body, and left me with nothing but pain and shame.
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