Lust Betrays Trust

[Rogue]

This is a roleplay between myself and the lovely Huni Heart, although it isn't finished yet. I'll post it a bit at a time....

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It's Saturday night, and while everyone else is out drinking and having a good time, here I am alone on the computer. I sent Sarah a text hours ago, and she hasn't replied. Better things to be doing I suppose.

The rain lashes against the window, it's been pissing all week. I take my laptop to the living room as a porn video is playing. Only the forced sex ones interest me. The masked man invades the cute blonde's house, and he is starting to tear off her clothes.

Just then, the doorbell rings. Who the hell is calling at this hour of the night? I pull back the curtains, squinting to see in the darkness. It's Sarah standing there, ringing the bell a couple of more times. I rush to the door, she doesn't even have an umbrella.

"Get in quick!" I tell her.

Soaked from the rain, she scurries inside, holding her jacket above her head. She's wearing a red blouse and a black knee length skirt. Nude pantyhose warms her long legs, accompanied by black 4 inch leather pumps.


I'm caught in the rain and my clothes are absolutely soaked. I have nowhere to go and I realise I'm close to Karl's house. I run there as fast as I can in my heels, holding back the tears.

As soon as he opens the door and tells me to come in, with that look of concern on his face I burst into tears. He holds me and takes my rain sodden jacket off of me as I begin to feel the warmth of him and his house.

"He cheated on me Karl" i manage to say. "With that slut Nadia!" I try and keep myself together, but I know I must look a mess, my makeup and hair look a terrible state and I feel just as bad, "Can I stay here for the night?" I whisper.


She's so upset she falls into my arms immediately. She knows I will do anything for her, and I expected her to want to stay. One glance from her gorgeous blue eyes is enough for me, and we hug until she realises she is starting to soak me now.

I tell her not to worry about it, and I get a towel. She is already sitting on the couch when I return, crying. I wrap the towel around her shoulders and she smiles briefly for the first time. I quickly close my laptop, forgetting what is on the screen.

"Of course you can stay here."

"That prick. Nadia, from college?"


"Yes" I say, "What a bitch!" "And what makes it worse, is that she's not even that pretty" "He chose her over me, and she wasn't even that pretty..." Tears welled up in my eyes again.

"I'm so exhausted." I breathe out. "I really want to talk about it, but I'm so tired"

"Do you mind if I go to sleep?, and tell you about it in the morning?" Before you reply, I realise something.

"Oh shit, I don't have anything to change into. Fuck!" I put my head in my hands. Today just keeps on getting worse and worse.


I'm not really in that circle of friends, but we have known each other a long time. I just nod to the comment about Nadia as if she is more than just a name I heard once. Every time Sarah breaks up with a boyfriend, I think I am in with a chance, but I never seem to be considered. I'll always just be that friend who's a good listener.

I put my arm around her, and she leans against me. I don't know how I have hid my feelings for her all these years. I can never help but stare at her heavenly face and shapely body. With the video from earlier and now the feeling of our bodies touching, I'm getting an erection.

She slips off her high heels one at a time, not noticing my mouth dropping as she does.

"It's ok, I have a long shirt for you. Now let's get you out of those wet clothes....." I suggest, taking her by the hand.


I smile warmly to him. I hoped he would say that. "I'm so glad I came to you Karl, you're such a good friend" I can't help but grin at him and a tear comes out of my eye. "It means so much to me that you've always and still are there for me when I need you. People would kill for someone as decent as you for a friend"

He smiles and leads me to the stairs. My feet hurt a bit from the stilettos, but we make it up there fine. I turn left to go to guest room, when he tells me to stop. "You sleep in my room tonight hun, I'll be in the guest room".

"Oh no!" I gasp. "Karl, I couldn't possibly do that! It's your house! Please, you sleep in the master bedroom, I'm your guest, let me sleep in the guest room!"


I smile when she compliments me, making me feel guilty about the way I fantasize about her sometimes. I think she comes to me first because any other guy would have tried to sleep with her by now, and she knows I show her respect.

"Trust me, I can sleep anywhere, you need a good rest."

I watch her bare feet walk into my room, it isn't often I get to see them. I find an old Manchester United jersey and hand it to her. She holds the top of her blouse, preparing to undress. She sees me kick a couple of Playboys under the bed but I don't think she cares.

"Goodnight", I whisper, kissing her on the cheek.

I leave the door open a little for a few seconds and spy on her unbuttoning the top. The red blouse falls to the ground, and she gets to work on the white bra underneath. Just as she's turning around, I shut the bedroom door fully.


He closes the door and I take my bra off. I look at the shirt and put it on. It comes just above the bottom of my bum, so much for a long t-shirt I think! Just as I thought that, the t-shirt rode up to my stomach, giving me hardly any coverage, but I don't care and I pull it down.

I decide to leave my stockings on. The lace at the top isn't itching me, and I can't remember how hot or cold it gets in his room, so just to be on the safe side, I leave them on.

The t-shirt rides up again and I can see myself in the mirror. I'm wearing my favorite pair of underwear on. See-through and sexy, they were meant for Jamie. Guess nobody's going to enjoy them tonight. I pull it down again

I slide into bed and nestle myself in the duvet, it's so soft, and I feel myself falling into it. It feels so warm and inviting, when my legs feel colder. Dam t-shirt! Meh, I don't even move. I leave it and close my eyes. Thoughts of today go around in my head.


I've had the heat on in my room, so I don't expect her to wear much to bed. She isn't much taller than 5 foot 4, but that jersey is a few years old which should give me a nice look in the morning.

I return to the sitting room, and put earphones into the laptop. I know she falls asleep pretty quickly, but realise she is very upset. What an idiot Jamie is, messing up with a beautiful girl like Sarah. I pick up the stilettos she left on the floor. She knows I like girl's legs but admiring shoes isn't something I'll admit even to her. I sniff them, taking in the odor. I know I'll be able to taste her when I lick the soles.

I pull down my pants, now with a raging hard on. 'Ok', I tell myself. 'I'll just have a quick wank like I always do when she sleeps here, and I'll calm down.'


I dream about the dinner. How I found out by mistake. How he messed up.

I begin to dream him swearing at me and then everybody is looking at us in restaurant. I feel myself panicking and sweating, trying to calm me down. I'm getting hotter and hotter, he raises his hand to hit me and my eyes fling open.

I can hear the wind and the sound of rain against the window. I'm at Karl’s house, I'm safe. I close my eyes again, this time, going into a deep, dreamless sleep.


I'm sure she'll tell me the whole story tomorrow, but she was dressed up, so she most likely came from a date.

I hear the ceiling creek as she moves in the bed. I usually wait half an hour, and go to the room. Last time I masturbated with her panties, as she was showering. I'm thinking I shouldn't chance it, and stay here. I have her shoes, I tell myself. I put my hard cock inside one of them, and rub my mouth against the other. I accept I'll cum in a couple of minutes, and this is as close as I'll ever get to her.

The wind whistles outside, getting stronger. The rain shows no signs of coming to a halt. I imagine touching Sarah's soft skin as I masturbate, feeling her legs. Suddenly I stop, extremely frustrated. I knock my laptop off the table. I want to touch her so badly.

I climb the stairs quietly, high heels in hand. I gently push open my bedroom door, and see that she is on her side.


Hours must have gone by since I woke up from that nightmare, although it feels like minutes. My eyes stung from when I was crying, and although my eyes were closed, I could tell the rain had stopped and it was just about starting to get lighter.

A noise in the room made me freeze and I opened my eyes.

Nothing.

I sigh, thinking about my paranoia. My sleep is disturbed, but I fall back into it. My body feels so heavy, and I dare say I don't want to wake up and face everything tomorrow.


I stand there for a few minutes; she's still on her side. She could be fast asleep or just lying there with her eyes wide open. I think I've waited long enough though.

I leave my shoes outside, so I don't make a noise with the floorboards. I walk slowly towards the bed, there is a chair right beside it. The blouse and bra is placed over it, and the skirt is underneath. I guess there'd only be one way to touch her panties tonight. Every time I smell her scent I close my eyes, enjoying it deeply. Her bra says 34E on it, not that I didn't already know she has fairly big breasts. I leave her high heels under the chair and move to the window. I look outside, down to my back garden. Naturally there is silence other than the terrible weather.

I can see Sarah's face now, her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully. My body tenses up for a second when she breathes suddenly through her nose. I step around the bed quietly to the free side. She is hogging the sheet to her own half of the bed, one arm out. I'm not sure how far I can go with this, but nervously I begin to remove my clothes. My white shirt comes off first, followed by my jeans and socks. I look down at my erect cock after losing my boxers to the floor. My hand reaches under the bed, finding 2 pairs of handcuffs. I've never had the chance to use them. They're put carefully under the pillow near me, I know they'll rattle a bit. I lean on the bed with one knee, and collapse gently on the mattress. That one squeak had the biggest chance of waking her.

"What am I doing?" I ask myself. She moves her head a little, but other than that I think I've escaped. I share the quilt with my body, and shift towards hers. I just want to know what it would feel like to make love to her, that's all. I deserve that. My naked body leans into her back, my dick pressing into the bottom of the football shirt. I laugh to myself how it falls short on her. My manhood moves fully up it and touches her panties.

I wouldn't be surprised if she heard my moan. I could feel her ass so well in that moment. I smell her long black hair, my face barely touching it. One of my fingers touches her thigh. I only use the tip to stroke her lightly. Perhaps I should quit while I'm ahead.....


A peaceful sleep rests over me. I'm vaguely thinking about Karl, what a good friend he was. I really did mean everything I said to him. I dream about talking about everything in the morning, about what a burden I might be, but then a great idea comes to me.

I'll wake up early and cook him breakfast. He always did like my cooking! I hope I do actually wake up early, I can't set my alarm now!

I sigh peacefully. So many thoughts go around my head, yet it still feels empty.

I dream of myself dreaming, lying in bed, shivering and shaking, but then I’m warm again.

My mind goes dark.


I realise our friendship is on the line. There will be no way of explaining my presence if she wakes up. My brain says stop now, but my cock is almost throbbing already. The feel of her underwear and her flesh beneath it feels amazing on the head of it. I lift the bed sheet off me, and fold it on her body. I want to be able to watch what I'm doing. I've seen her legs a million times, but I never get tired of them. Friendly contact is all I have enjoyed with her smooth pins in the past. I spread my fingers for the first time, to feel her thigh above the tights.

I consider what else I could do without disturbing her. The higher the risk the more it excites me. I pull on the top of her panties with 1 finger to see some of her ass, and my cock naturally moves in. Then I use the same hand on her knickers, running it across, to feel the outline of her behind.

I look over and notice her other arm is awkwardly behind her back, but this presents an opportunity. I reach under that pillow again for the cuffs, and I curse myself for letting them make noise. Her body makes a little movement, making me nervous. The cold could wake her, but hopefully the warmth of my body helps. I lean over to her face and stare at her. She's so beautiful. My mouth comes closer, and I kiss her soft cheek. I know it could be the last time I do it peacefully.

I take her hand and bend her arm back slowly. Holding it there, I go for the other arm, twisting it around to me. I know there's no going back now. I quickly slap the restraints on each wrist when I bring them together.

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[Louise]

How we miss the delightful Huni...COME BACK TO US HH!

Loved the RP/story Rogue...x

[Rogue]

Nowhere near done yet Louise! And I hope Huni will drop by soon, she tried to during the downtime.

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The jerk of my arms wakes me up a bit. I feel cold again, and I move my head, slightly opening my eyes.

I gasp when I see someone on my bed. I'm about to scream out for Karl when I realise it IS Karl.

I shake my arms to make him let go, when I realise they're handcuffed.

"What the fuck Karl?!" "Is this some sick joke?!"


How typical of Sarah not to take me seriously even now. To call this a joke is an insult.

"I've been the joke..." I mumble.

The harsh cold steel of the handcuffs, and that jerk of the arm woke her, but I've got them in place already. She struggles when she realises they are on her. From the peaceful state a minute ago, and now to her eyes wide open, in shock. She looks over her shoulder, seeing my nude body next to her. Suddenly I lean in even closer, clutching her body. We roll onto our backs, the girl on top of me. Her hair moves around in my face until I shift my head around. I close my eyes as my cock presses into her firmer than ever, my balls pushing up her panties. Her legs are between mine, her feet moving back as if trying to run.

"It's ok Sarah, it's me, your safe...." I whisper, as I hold her hips.


What does he mean he's the joke? I don't have time to think about it, I struggle with the handcuffs. "What the fuck Karl?!" I say again. "What is this?"

His body leans up against mine and I feel his nakedness against me. I realise his erect penis is up against me forcefully, and I curve my body awkwardly to get away from it. I try and knee him in the leg or groin but he moves away quite quickly.

I turn my head back to the handcuffs. Trying to rip out of them won't work, they’re proper ones. I try and twist my thumb to press on the little thing sticking out, but it's no use. I need a key.

"Karl" I say calmly, "Let me go right now and I won't tell anyone about this."

"I'll assume you've drunken too much and I won't mention it ok?" I hear silence.

"Avoid making a huge mistake, and let me go. Please?" I ask.

I turn around to look him in the eyes and find myself almost pleading to him with them. I avoid the rest of his nakedness, the look of his erect thing makes me feel sick, but I stare intently into his eyes still. Hoping he'll listen to reason.


"I'm tired of jerking off with your shoes and panties....just let me hold you....please....."

I take a deep breath, realising what I'm admitting. My tone is a mixture of desperation and lust. I hug her like this for a minute. Having waited for this moment for so long, I never want to let go. Her face is on her side so she can look at me, I feel her warm skin against my cheeks. I try not to look into her eyes, I can't bear to.

I put my right leg on one of hers, holding it there. My hairy calf rubs against her soft knees. Her cuffed arms lean into my stomach, squirming. My hands move along the jersey to her chest, knowing she is not wearing a bra. I squeeze her breasts through the material, feeling her nipples with my fingers. I keep grabbing them, as Sarah's mouth opens, failing to understand my actions. Keeping one hand there, I slide the other under the shirt, resting on her waist. It circles her adorable belly button, and begins climbing to her boobs.

"I just want to love you...."


"What?" I half whisper, half say. He's playing with my stomach and groping me.

"Karl get off me, please!" I strain.

"This isn't funny. Stop! I beg you!" He continues to slowly creep his hand up my shirt, edging close to my unprotected breasts.

"You can't love me Karl! I won't let you" I struggle more now, freaked out by his touch I wriggle and scream, half with anger, half with fear and desperation.

"Karl.." I say as a single tear falls out of my eye. He looks at me but I close my eyes and bury my head in the mattress. I always was one to cry silently, but only a few tears escape.

I pause and look up at him...


Her comments hurt me, I can see her eyes starting to tear up. Every time she looks at me I look away.

"I LOVE you!" I insist. Years of frustration and locked up emotion is pouring out.

My cock is so anxious for release, I fear even a few more squirms from her could cause it. I want to touch her like I've always dreamed. My busy hand comes to a halt, and catches the bottom of the United kit. I drag it towards our heads, until her breasts are exposed. It's pulled up to her neck, and I savour the moment of seeing her topless for the first time.

My hands return to her chest, pressing into her delicate skin with my fingers. I sense her fear as this escalates. Still with Sarah's body laying on me, I molest her boobs again and again. Her nipples are stroked and then clasped, and they harden upon my touch. I feel everything she responds to, as our bodies are stuck together. She turns her head sometimes, her body tensing up each time my fingers harass her.


"Erch" I wriggle. "You don't love me, you're a monster! I can't believe you're doing this Karl!"

He continues to rub my nipples and molest me while I lie there defenseless. I stop wriggling and notice that I jiggle too much when I do.

I swear at him in my head, every single bad thing I know, in English and all other languages I know. I am going to fucking kill him when he gets his sick thrill from this and lets me go.

"Don't touch me" I snarl. "I don't want to be in the same ROOM as you, let alone touching you."

"You make me sick."

"Do you get your kicks from handcuffing friends in their sleep, when they've JUST BEEN CHEATED ON AND DUMPED?!" I shout.

"Obviously we weren't friends in the first place"


She starts cursing at me, sometimes in languages I don't even recognise. I know she has an exotic background, her pretty face shows that. I hear "merda" which is obvious, but none of it hurts as much as when she says I am a monster and we have never been friends.

"It's guys like him that are the monster, I've loved you since the first time.....first time I saw you...." I stutter.

I look away again. I'm not used to disobeying her wishes, and I know her innocent eyes could sway me.

Her breasts have been jiggling when she twitches, but suddenly she stops to focus on verbally abusing me. I kiss her cheek like before, this time it receives a totally different response. My hand goes back to her knickers, running down them from the outside. When I raise my head a little I can see her pussy hair through them. My fingers stall at the edge a moment, then creep under. I caress her pubic region gently at first, then rub back and forth stronger.


I realise the swearing isn't working.

I stop and think. He sounds like he actually cares. But then WHY would he be doing this? He knows I've had bad experiences with guys before. I try and ignore what his hand is doing and concentrate on what I'm about to say.

"Karl, look at me"

"Look at me, please."

"I beg you not to do this. Whatever you want to do, please don't"

"I promise you, we can still talk this out. Talk about your feelings, my feelings, our feelings. I'll do all I can to try and help you, but you need to let me go."

"Don't do this to me..."


We're well beyond the point of no return. Whether I stop or not, I have lost a friend. If I don't finish what I started this will be for nothing. The messages my conscience send me are contradicted by my lust, the tingly feeling from my organ as it touches the bottom of her back. Our eyes meet for a short time, and that's all I can take.

"No.....I have to be with you, I don't want anyone else."

I lean our bodies to one side, so she slides off a little. This is so I can get a proper grip of her underwear. I slip my hand out and start tugging them down her legs. I push one hand under her thigh for a second to quickly roll them past her knees. Her struggling is starting again as I reach for her hosed feet. Sarah squirms until I catch them and bend the leg back, allowing the panties to travel further. Once both feet point towards me I can take them off fully, and look at them. They're not the polka dot ones I had masturbated with before, but I have to smell them then and there.

My hands begin at her knees, squeezing them through the tights. She knows eventually I will come back to her unprotected vagina, as I continue to grope her long silky legs.


"No!" I cry out. It didn't work.

"Please Karl, STOP" I flail and scream more, hoping somebody will hear me. I stop screaming so can put more energy into moving as far as a can, kicking him, even tried to headbutt him.

I'm completely naked, as his hand is creeping up to my thigh. "Stop touching me you bastard!" I pull at the handcuffs again, bruising my wrists and cutting my skin. The metal was too tough.

I can't reason with him, I can't really fight back, and I can't get out of these handcuffs.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!! !!" I scream.

"FIRE!!"

"THERE'S A FIRE!!!!!!" I repeat.

I was hoping my teacher in self defence was right, that people would come.

I try to bite Karl's arm or shoulder, anything, as he gets closer.

"Someone...." I say


Her tone has gone from anger to negotiating, and now suddenly she shouts at the top of her voice. My hand stops and trembles, her screams get louder. My neighbour is an elderly man and he is most likely home, albeit asleep.

"Ssshhh....shut.....shut up, shut up!"

I become irritated and put my hand on her face, tapping it and then trying to cover her mouth. Perhaps she knows any threats I make won't be serious, I'm not sure I could actually beat her. My hand is near her mouth but she won't stop. I see her undies and pick them up again. With her velvety lips wide apart for a second to shout the word fire, I shove them inside after they are crumpled up. I palm her mouth, feeling a bit of the clothing stick out. I hold her head until she stops shaking it and listens.

"Stay quiet....please.....I don't want to hurt you."

My hand is on Sarah again, reaching between her legs. My finger strokes her entrance, my eyes looking over to watch. I'm still rock hard, aching to achieve my dream. 2 fingers caress her vagina, and start sinking inside. My head rests on her shoulder and I see her protest furiously, as suddenly they push further.


My eyes open wide at this violation. I'm not a virgin, and he's not being particularly harsh, but this is the first time someone's ever put their hands there without my consent.

He's slow, but he's getting a lot of resistance, and the outside of my vagina is starting to ache already. It doesn't hurt that much, but it still feels like it's draining my energy. I'm continuing to scream, even though it all comes out as muffles and isn't going to stop him.

I'm screaming at this whole day, at what he's doing, how he's betraying me. I don't know whether it's out of rage or shock, but tears slowly start to build up and fall down my cheeks.

He pushes my shoulder down more, going deeper, and only then do I realise his disgusting panting and shallow breathing.

I shake my head, at nothing and everything. He sounded serious. He sounds like he actually believes what he's saying. And I don't want to think about it, but I have to. What if he doesn't stop here?


I know it is a shock to her, being handled like this. She has had several boyfriends since I've known her, but better me than a stranger. It's been hard enough allowing any man to be intimate with the love of my life.

I feel her frustration in the handcuffs and the sensitivity around her privates. I continue to invade her, my fingers getting deeper and less gentle. My unwanted touch brings tears to her eyes. Normally I would be consoling her at this moment, but I am the cause of her pain. My chin leans into her shoulder, my breathing speeding up the more I am excited.

"You feel so good", I unintentionally blurt out, realising how it sounds.

Groans can be heard, lost in the stuffed underwear. I pull my dick back, so it can go to the other side. My balls brush against my own hand, still abusing the helpless girl's womanhood. The 2 fingers roam and caress her insides, and now my erect cock above them. The head touches her hair, enjoying any contact with Sarah's body.

Finally I end my assault, and bring my face to hers as she remains on her side. I wipe some of her tears, and lick her cheek where I had kissed it before. Her warm face is so inviting, and I rest there as I prepare to make love to her. Taking my penis in my hand, I touch her vulva, followed by a deep breath.


"No!" I say underneath the gag. I shake my head and look at him, but he knows. I plead with him in my head - hoping he can read what I'm thinking.

Dear God no Karl! The tip of his penis is rubbing against my pubes and I feel its hardness against me.

The tears come more easily, and I'm so scared I can barely think. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I can do.

His fingers become more harsh and I can tell he’s becoming impatient. His cheek is against my cheek and I try and jolt away from him, but he stays there. His mouth is right by my ear and all I can hear apart from my own thoughts is his breathing.

He digs into me harshly and then retreats quite a bit. I sense him move his arm and hear him move around lower. I feel the tip of it going lower down, edging closer.

I feel myself shaking. In fear, anger, upset and anticipation.

Don't do it.

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[Louise]

YES I DO! I was lucky enough to speak to our gorgeous HH briefly today. Hope to see her about again one day x I love your RP x

[Hellcat]

I miss Huni too... But i love what you are both doing with your RP Rogue

[Rogue]

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I hesitate after she pleads for me to stop yet again. I am about to rape my best friend and I can't control myself. Her eyes stay locked on mine. Her adorable eye/eyebrow combination kills me, and they tell a story of betrayal.

My testicles rub into her leg, as my dick slowly slides into her vagina. My hand wraps around her waist, catching underneath. I begin to squeeze as every inch of my penis makes its way inside her. I breathe harshly on her cheeks, almost drooling. It's turning into groans as the sensations I feel overwhelm me. Her body reacts very sensitively to my invasion, her legs are moving more. Once I'm fully in her pussy, I find a rhythm. I feel her pantyhose brush against my legs as I start to penetrate Sarah.

"Stay still and it won't hurt", I whisper.


He hesitates, almost as if to mislead me. But I know this time- he’s not going to stop. And he doesn't.

He holds me and slides in ever so slowly. I wish if he was going to at least do this, it would be quick. So I'd have less to remember, less to think about right now.

I feebly try and move my legs, but give up half heartedly. My body is trying to reject him inside me. I feel so tense, so wound up. My muscles are starting to hurt from the effort before, and my subconscious fighting him now is making me ache more.

It feels like a bruise type of pain. When somebody pushes on a bruise. I'm staring daggers at him and I make a promise to myself to personally make him pay for what he’s doing.

It hasn't quite hit me yet, I only feel some of the emotions I know I should be feeling, but already I want to kill him. Do something to get my revenge.

He’s getting into a rhythm, pushing into me at a slow pace. I suddenly feel the tension in the air, how much he must want this and how much he must have been waiting for this.

I try and turn away as much as he will let me. I’m starting to feel disgusted with myself. That this is all my body is to him, something to fuck. I can't even begin to think of how sick this feels.

"I hate you" I whisper, but his breathing and the gag silence me. I lay there, silenced.


I thought her innocent eyes would affect me the most, but I was wrong. The look Sarah has now tells me there will be consequences for my actions, and it hits me. Her silence starts to frighten me.

Her pussy tightens when I first enter her, fitting around my meat. I feel her walls against my skin. The hard leather of her shoes cannot be compared with the soft tissue of her most intimate place. I am fucking her a little faster now, scooping under the girl's knee, and squeezing her leg with my arm. I quickly yank one of her stockings past the knee, and grope her bare skin there. My breathing becomes panting, right beside her ear. She can hear how much I crave her body, and how much this moment means to me.

Her attempts to look away are becoming less frequent, so I find myself staring into eyes that face the ceiling, and sometimes my own. I'm not a rapist I tell myself. I'm not as bad as a murderer or child molester; this is only a crime of passion. My hopes that she can forgive me are shattered when she mutters something, though all I hear is "you." I think I get the message.

Then, I lift her raised leg over me, and move on top of her. I've only pulled out for a second, and the subsequent drive back into her body produces a groan into the gag. My hips are between her legs, my face hovering above her chest. Her hands behind her back hurt from the weight of me.


He slides out for a second and quickly rams himself in again. The force of the push and the shock make me gasp, it's starting to hurt more. I say nothing, looking away from him. He knows from the cold stare I kept on giving him how I feel about him now.

Anger washes over me and evaporates as quickly as it comes. I linger on how I just felt. Intense hatred, pure hatred for what he’s doing. Regret that I let him do this, that I trusted him, even though he never gave me reason not to.

I look down to the mattress, watching it shake as he pulses into me. White doesn't feel as white anymore. I sigh to myself. I'm sure I'm supposed to be crying... that'll happen later I guess.

How did I get here?


There is little groaning now, just a consistent stare as she breathes through her nose. She looks at the side of the bed sheet as if to endure what's happening. I don't know if she still thinks this is the same person in the room. In years of friendship, nothing in my behaviour suggested I would betray her like this.

The bed squeaks and shakes with every thrust, now coming with more speed and strength. I don't want to hurt her, but my excitement and desperation push me on. I hook her legs so I can feel them beside me. Her calves move with me and I purposely allow her feet to rest at my back.

I'm breathing right into her face, my mouth close to hers with the panties peeping out. I love kissing her cheek. After I do it again, I move to her neck, wrapping my lips around her tender skin. I drool as I caress her there, coinciding with deeper plunges into her cunt.

"Sarah....", I whisper.


"Don't say my name" I growl in a muffle, and jerk away from his lips. I'm not sure if he got what I said, but I'm sure he got the message.

He paused and then continued thumping into me. He was obviously getting more excited. I could feel it. He rubbed my thigh and around to my arse and then up to my back. I didn't like him being so close to my breasts. They jiggled more and more with every jolt he put through me, and I felt embarrassed of them, like they drew too much attention to me. My whole body was moving now, the room was silent apart from the sound of the bed and him. I listened to my breathing, steadying it, concentrating on something else.

I wonder what time it is? I wonder what time I can say to myself I was raped. No, I think, don't think about it, don't be so negative. Although it's really hard.

His sweat is starting to waft up into my nostrils. The smell of sex. Only this time, it makes me nauseous.

I feel him starting to get tenser and tenser. I hope this is over soon. I feel so ashamed and embarrassed, I don't think even scrubbing myself for a day will make me feel better.

To think that I actually trusted you, and then you did this... A groan from him brings me back into the room. I move my arms, trying to make it more comfortable, and then just lie there.


Speaking her name causes a reaction, but I love saying it, especially now when I'm inside her. Another stifled comment is directed at me, disgusted as I touch her neck.

She squirms briefly, her knuckles must be digging into her spine. I elevate her for a moment, sliding my hand under. Her backside rests on the palm of my hand, and I take in the soft flesh. She is so still then, I hope she has accepted that I only want to make love to her.

An alarm clock sits on the small press next to the bed, but it is turned away. While I try to savour each second, every one could feel like a minute to her. Our bodies have been stuck together so long, I'm sweating a lot. I didn't bother washing today and I must stink. I rub my forehead, the fringe of my hair feeling a bit watery.

I push harder inside Sarah, my hips jerking as I become more aggressive. My hand pushes her up and towards me. My dick is throbbing desperately, I could have climaxed so long ago, but I prolong the time we have together. My lips move down, right between her breasts. They have been shaking even more since I've had her in this position. I watch her anticipate what I will do, as if she were praying her chest was invisible to me. I stick out my tongue, dragging it across her hard nipple. Her firm breast is enclosed by my mouth, and it wobbles between my lips.

I look up at her for a moment, just as I dribble some pre cum into her hole. My mouth is open, ready to take her boobs again.


I can't help but gasp as he takes me harder. He's actually starting to knock the wind out of me.

He licks and sucks on my chest, and I know it's a struggle for him to not cum. He seems to want this to be longer. The bastard wants to rape me for longer. I let out a massive scream in anger at this thought and stare at the wall. I feel him stop and look up at me, probably shocked. I screamed so loud, it could clearly be heard with the gag in.

I just want this to be over. Is he enjoying torturing me?! Obviously he is as a tiny bit of liquid dribbles into me.

I'm covered in his sweat now. I'm exhausted from just lying here- he must be tired, at least I hope he is.

I can't help but wonder, how hard this must be for him, he looked like he didn’t want it this way. But then I remind myself what he's doing to me. He's taken away my choice, my free-will, my power, my dignity.... how can I possibly care for a friend like that?

Guess I lost a boyfriend and a friend in one day. A little tear escapes my eye again.


There are more noises coming from her, feeling frustrated I have not finished yet. When I imagined this moment it was something we both enjoyed, longing for it to last forever. Her body struggles to take me, and I'm jabbing into her brutally for my last effort.

Suddenly she is screaming, and even her crumpled panties can't hold it in. As I stop and look at her, I am ejaculating. A drop of sweat falls from my head onto her body, and I am thrusting for the final time. My cock twitches as my cum spills into her pussy, and I am groaning above her chest. I lick her supple breast, my cheeks meeting her sweaty, exhausted body.

I put my hand on her face, feeling the hair that is across. My fingers rub there as every last drop of my semen fills her. Catching my breath, my head rests on her boobs, spent. I lay on my raped best friend.

"I love you", I say once again.


He twitches inside me, and I feel his warm pleasure go inside me. I shake in disgust and he almost collapses on me.

I try and wriggle him off me, but it's like dead weight. He's too heavy and his head is in between my breasts.

I feel so stick and nasty. I want to have a boiling hot water, peel off my skin, scratch off his sweat. I hate him. I hate men.

I jolt my shoulder and grunt as I try and get me off me. But he's too ecstatic. I thought he might be asleep, but I look to see this satisfied, content look on his face. I glare at him.

It feels revolting as his cum travels in me, down and out slowly to my entrance, down my leg a bit, onto the bed. It trickles out and feels like goo. I let out a smaller shout in frustration. I have no idea how to deal with this. I want to cry. I want to rip my arms off just to get away. I want to strangle him, I want to break every bone in his body. But instead I scream.

I'm so tired, but I'm so scared to fall asleep. I don't want to sleep anymore. I don't want to be in this house, alone, with him, not knowing what he's going to do.

I let my thoughts circulate in my head.


I still rest on Sarah's chest. Despite her shoulder jerking, I enjoy my place on her inviting, warm skin, having completed my orgasm. Her head has been on her pillow the entire time, and out of the corner of my eye I see her raise it to stare down at me.

Another scream comes, they seem so random. She shouts into the gag in what must be pure rage and powerlessness. After a few minutes, I begin to move my exhausted and soaked in sweat body. I take my hand out from under her, and push into the mattress with both palms. My dick is soft now as I pull out of her beautiful body. I look at the sticky cum still on me, and the drops that slithered down her leg. I turn over and land on my back beside her. We both stare at the ceiling. Having given her my seed, I think about how I had pictured Sarah and I on our pillows. How we would talk about getting married and having children.

I look over at her and see a different image, one where she is restrained and confined. I reach over with my hand, wiping the tears from her face. She winces every time I stroke her, and it hurts my feelings. I don't have to speak. There is nothing wrong with 2 best friends having sex.

*DING DONG*

Suddenly I sit up, as somebody rings the doorbell. I try not to panic, and start getting dressed.


I look at him getting dressed. I no longer care about what just happened. This could be my chance.

I watch him quickly sort himself out and quickly realise he isn’t going to release me. I scream as loud as I can. Louder than before, louder than ever.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Can clearly be heard, and I pray to God it's somebody I know. Somebody strong. Or the police?

I don't care if I'm naked and stick I will run the fuck out if I can.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP PPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream again, smiling as Karl turns around in horror. Finally, I'm not so helpless.

[Hellcat]

I love your RP... i really enjoyed what you and Huni have created.... thanks for sharing it with us Rogue

[Jasmine]

An incredible journey with this rp! The level of detail in descriptions of emotions, reactions, sensations brought me into the rp. I'd definitely be interested in reading more.

[Rogue]

I was already taking too long to get my legs into my pants, and her screaming almost causes me to fall over. With the silence of the house she heard the doorbell clearly, and this is twice as loud as she's screamed before. I turn around, my eyes widened. I am giving her a sharp stare and approaching her, but she won't stop. I put on my shoes but no socks. There's no boxers under my jeans.

Then, I remember the spare handcuffs under the pillow. I grab them and go around to her feet. They are squirming as she puts so much effort into the plea for help. I grip her shin to control it, and wrap the cuff around her ankle. I stretch it until it reaches the leg of the bed, and it locks in. I go back to the source of the noise, and lean in close.

"Don't draw attention Sarah, I'm warning you. We're going to be alone tonight."

I run downstairs, the bell having rung at least 4 times now. I open the door and to my surprise it's Jamie. He considers darting in but I purposely stand in the way.

"Jesus Christ, how long does it take to answer a door? Is Sarah here? I need to talk to her."


I can barely hear anything, but I’d know his voice anywhere.

My eyes open in shock, what was Jamie doing here. I no longer care about Nadia or what he did; right now I love him for showing up.

"HEEEEEEEEELP!" I cry out again. Fuck Karl's warnings, he can get his kicks by himself. He should of knocked me out.

"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" I scream so loudly, I'm sure he heard it.

"HEEEEEEEELP!" I cry, with tears falling from my eyes. I hope that's enough for him to come up and see what's happening. I can't scream anymore, and all of my breath is gone.

Push Karl out of the way, come and help me I say to Jamie in my head. Dear God I hope he knocks him out and lets me go. I look around for the keys to the handcuffs, maybe I can get myself out, or Jamie will surely need them to help me.


As my hands are in my pocket, I notice the hi-fi remote control is inside. I had it on pause before Sarah came, and I never switched it off. Her final scream even this dumbass in front of me must have heard. His head turns curiously, but the music comes on just in time. I didn't remember what I was listening to, but thank God it is something heavy, Metallica's "Four Horsemen." He stares at me for a second but he's in his own world at the moment.

"She texted me earlier, that's the last I heard from her, did you try her apartment?" I ask.

"Yes, she wasn't there. You're sure she didn't call? God knows why but I know she likes to hide out here." He nudges past me just to check the living room, not trusting me in the least. He sees the laptop, but fortunately I had taken her shoes upstairs.

"I don’t see why she'd even talk to you to after what you did."

Only I will know the irony in my statement, having the girl tied to my bed as we speak. As if things can't get any worse, there is my old neighbour at the railings of my garden. I glance briefly and return to my stare with Jamie, waiting for him to leave.


"Shit!" Why did he put metal on?!

For fucks sake....

I wait and try and listen to the song. I say the words in my head, waiting for a specific, but short break.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" I scream in the highest and loudest screech I can manage, and my opportunity passed.

I pray Jamie heard it. I sit there and wait.


There are breaks in the song, and it had been drowning out the ceiling creaking until now. Fortunately he has stepped out the door, still staring a hole in me.

"Watch your mouth, and you better not be lying to me", he snarls. I close over the door a little and walk over to my neighbour before he says anything. I put my hand on his shoulder and smile, I can see the sentence he is starting, that he heard the word fire.

"No no, just my usual metal music, I'll turn it down."

I walk past Jamie as he leaves my gate, wondering what was going on. "Always moaning", I comment to him. He gets in his car and I finally get to shut my door. I put my back to it, my heart beating. My forehead is burning up and it must have been noticeable. I start climbing the stairs, angry that Sarah didn't obey me.


I silently weep into the pillow.

Jamie's gone out, the door is closed and I'm forgotten.

I softly bury my head into the pillow. I just want to get out of here. I don't care where I am, as long as it's not with Karl, and I'm not like this.

I don't even look up as he comes into the room. I don't care what he does to me now. This massive wave of dread and depression come over me as a voice in my head says "You can't do anything now. You're stuck here, at his mercy, and you can't do a thing to change it. Nobody can help you but you now. We're alone in this."

The room stays silent.


I stand at the doorway a moment, looking at Sarah trapped in my large bed. The side of her face is on the pillow, crying that an opportunity to be free had passed. Her cuffed leg rattles. I walk over to her, the both of us are breathing though our nose. Her pretty eyes meet mine, with little movement from her body.

"I told you not to make noise. Do you realise how close we came to being disturbed?"

I take the key from my pocket and unlock the restraints on her ankle. The harsh steel is released from her foot, and she shifts it back beside the other. I crawl onto the bed, reaching for her thigh. I catch the edge of the pantyhose and peel if off. The other stocking, which was already down a bit, I slide towards me slowly. I continue looking at her as it is rolled to her feet, and eventually lands in my hand. I sniff both tights, and clench her bare calves for the first time. I've seen her dress up in skirts so many times, driving me crazy.

I begin kissing them, my hand wrapping around her silky legs. Having only felt them through the see through material, my obsession with them becomes clear, as I touch myself. After a few minutes I stop, and I see one of her high heels beside the bottom of the bed sheet. I pick it up, and lay on my back like I was before Jamie's call. I feel her soft hair touch my face as we rest in this position. I hold the heel above me, as she weeps again. The tears I wiped earlier were replaced by new ones.

"I had to do what I did, so we could be together. See what you've been making me resort to? Do you know how humiliating that was? Look, you can see where I cleaned the cum", I tell her, pointing to the sole of her shoe.


"Fucking bastard" I choked.

Thoughts were floating around in my head. What I can do to escape, what he's going to do to me. Should I beg, plead, fight, scream? Am I going to be stuck here for days? Will work ring? Is he going to rape me again? Make me perform sexual favours..

I shudder. I wish this gag was out so I could clearly tell him what I thought of him.

My eyes start to sting, and I'm aching. I'm so tired, but I refuse to go to sleep. Especially while this dickhead is lying next to me, trying to intimidate me, trying to humiliate me. Well screw him, I won't let him succeed. I will get out, I will find a way.

I blow all of my breath out of my nose quickly and shift with my back to him. "Cunt..." I mutter


Groaning insults keep coming from her, but I block them out of my mind. When she hisses and turns I push her arm down roughly.

"I'm talking to you! It'll be nice, we can sleep in tomorrow. I'll bring you breakfast in bed.....we never have to leave."

I keep playing with the shoe in my hand, and then find the other. I move on my knees over to her feet. I touch the tip of my penis, collecting the remaining cum, and rub it inside the pump. I slowly slip one on each foot, enjoying every second. I want to dress her every morning. She lays there nude with only her footwear and my shirt. I gaze across her body once more, admiring it. I crawl again, this time between her legs and over her stomach. I separate my knees, and plant right down on Stephanie's chest. My ass rests there, my cock touching her breasts. It is growing already, and her full, round breasts speed things up. I stroke her face, my fingers running across the gagged mouth and sometimes resting there.

"I'm going to take this out now, but you have to promise not to scream, ok? Nod your head."


I nod. I intend to keep quiet - for now.

He takes my knickers out of my mouth and I click my jaw. My mouth feels really dry and I try and gather some saliva in it.

I don't know what to say first, if to say anything at all. "Get these slimy shoes off of my fucking feet NOW" comes to mind, as well as numerous other sentences involving a lot of swear words.

"What do you mean "tomorrow"?" I ask instead. "You better let me go, and run"

I make a small noise of disgust as he says nothing and his hard cock twitches.

Now that I can speak, I feel like I have nothing to say. Well, nothing I can say.

I lie there and stare at you.

"My arms hurt Karl, please take these handcuffs off, or move my arms to a more comfortable position, please?" I say softly.


I honestly expected her to scream again, or at least cause some kind of trouble. I remove the panties from her mouth, and she stretches it, making noises with spit. Sometimes it appears like she will say something, but there is silence. When my girl finally speaks, she is surprisingly calm, asking me to free her arms. I don't like that they have been hurting her, but I have no choice.

"I'm sorry, I can't, you have to win my trust first....."

I move back a bit, to allow my face to lean in close to hers. I feel her relief at being able to breath through her mouth again, to wet it and talk. My breathing is slow and harsh on her lips, as I glance at her a moment. With that cute pout of hers, I close in and kiss her. I do not demand she kiss me back, but things will be better for her if she sees things my way. I press into her soft lips, my tongue roaming inside. I enjoy it passionately. When I finish, I notice she is staring at nothing, and it is the most still she has ever been. I put my finger on her lips, and she closes them. My other fingers stroke her chin.

"I'll let you go, if you do one thing for me", I whisper, while tugging on my penis.


I look up at him - surprised by his brashness.

I know he just raped me, but fucking hell this guy has balls. He really doesn't give a shit! I'm stunned, I really am.

"What" I say confused, making him say the sentence again.

"What is it?" I ask quietly, knowing I am going to hate it.


I shift my backside forward again, closer to her neck. I'm hard now from playing with her boobs. I hold my erect cock in front of her face, and nervously let it down. I start rubbing it against her cheeks, and my foreskin soon meets her lips. She looks at me in horror, turning away. I bring her back by the chin and continue pestering the brunette there. I have to stop for a second, becoming too excited.

Suddenly I move away again, and reach between her legs. My hand brushes past her pussy hair, running along her vagina I had just used and filled with semen. I look back, watching her reaction. I add a finger, and they travel further, pressing right into her anus. I hear a gasp, and I haven't even stuck them inside yet. She shakes her head, almost ready to cry because of where I am touching her.

"Do you really want to know the alternative?"


I yelp out. "No!" I gasp quickly. He removes his finger.

I hold back the tears with stubbornness. Think of how to stall, THINK!

"Karl.." I say

"Why?" My eyes meet his in the most deepest gaze I've ever given anyone. I can't hold the tears back now, and my face screws up a bit. My look remains on him.

"Wh.." I choke up. The realisation just hit me. Karl.... my friend, my reliable, considerate friend, raped me. He raped me, in more ways than he can know.

I look down at myself, seeing the whole picture. Him crouching over me, erect penis close to my face.

A small sob escapes from me. It’s the first time I've ever made a sound while crying, and I start to have trouble breathing.

I try to take a deep breath and can't. I try again, but it's like my throat just swelled up. I look up, my face a picture of fear. I look up to Karl, trying to move my arms; tell him I can't breathe. I can't speak, my head hurts, my lungs hurt. There's this massive pressure on my chest and my last remaining breath is exhaled in a huge sob of fear. God, I'm going to die, tears flow from my eyes and I look up to Karl again, my mouth open, my face struggling to get even a tiny breath of air.


Twice she asks why I am doing this, and I don't know if I can justify it. I am giving into my lust by asking this of her. But if she loved me she'd do it.

I stop harassing her ass, and return to focus totally on her face. My cock tickles her lips again, but they remain shut. I stare into her eyes, as if reminding her of the ultimatum. I will sodomize her if she doesn't do this. I'm getting more of a response now, when I try to slip the head in. I put my hand behind her head, elevating it a little. She isn't hiding her sobbing now, she seemed ashamed of her tears. Her breathing is nervous and a struggle.

I sit up to get closer to her face, my sweaty balls rubbing into her. I pull back her lips, and she is reluctantly accepting my meat now. The first few inches slide in, and I am already starting to moan, loving the sensation of being in her mouth.

"That's it.....good girl", I say with a perverted whisper, but secretly feeling ashamed of my actions.


I take a huge breath in quietly. Did he not notice? Did he not care?

I start crying again from the emotion of not being able to breathe. I just had a panic attack and all he could do was shove his dick in my mouth and call me a good girl.

I am tempted to bite it off now, but how will I get out of these fucking handcuffs?! I'm really agitated now. I'm getting that wound up that I had a panic attack, God forbid I get another one when he's got his little penis in my mouth.

I didn't realise, but he's got it all in my mouth. I feel like a fucking fish, mouth wide open. The tears and lack of breath mixed with the sensation of his cock rubbing against my throat triggered my gag reflex.

He pushed into me using his hips, and the surprise of not knowing when he's going to do it startles me.

Again, it's not the first time I've done it to a guy, but this isn't me willingly doing it. I'm not even really doing it. He's holding my chin and moving in and out for me. I'm still bound and I have no control over anything.

I look up at him. I hate to think he was serious about his threat, so I lie there, arms aching, pussy aching, lungs aching, everything aching, and I let him have my mouth. I make no movement.

Soon, an opportunity will come up...

[Minki]

Ooh intense. Can't wait for the continuation.

[Rogue]

I imagine the screams and crying I would hear if I anally fucked her. I don't want that. Monsters beat and torture women, a monster I am not.

Her breathing is becoming a worry, and when my dick is fully inside her, she panics as if her senses only react to it now. She is so inactive, I am the one sliding in and out of her small mouth. Her throat struggles to take all of it, and it shakes between her lips as she tries to cough. My balls touch her each time I drive slowly between her velvety lips. Her tears that have fallen down soak into my crotch.

I squeeze her hair a little, handling her head a little harsher now. I try to force her participation, but she won't give me that satisfaction. She sucks me only because she has to accept my thrusts.

Frustrated, I pull out and get off her. I put my back to the bed after throwing the pillow away, and her body is then rolled over. My legs are stretched out, and I hook her arms, tugging her naked body onto me. I catch the back of her hair, gazing into her teary eyes as her head is bent back. I see her reluctance and defiance. It is all she has left. I have to look away for a moment, or the reality will eat me inside. She faces my erect cock, knowing I will force her onto it if she doesn't do it herself.


He holds my hair firmly, but not hard. I look up at him, my eyes full of sadness. He doesn't look, but I know he can see me. I look at him until he can’t wait and turns his head towards me.

"Please don't make me beg Karl. I don't want to do this. I didn't want to do any of this, but you forced me to. Can you just stop?"

"Please stop it here.."


If only she knew how much it hurts me by saying she wanted none of this to happen. I thought she knew how much she meant to me.

"Sarah....just please me and I'll take off the handcuffs....I promise."

I start pushing her head down, and it surprises her. Her mouth opens again when the tip is touching her lips. I fit my cock between her cheeks once more, forcing her down until she meets my balls. I use her black hair to help her along, not squeezing too hard, but enough for the moment. How rough she is treated is up to her. The blow job is slow at first, awkwardly sucking me and straining to contain me.


He didn't listen to me. I guess I should of known that to have tried and reason with a monster like him.

My lips are once again looped around his cock. The feel of it makes me cringe. I hate this, but God those handcuffs are getting really painful. At least I can concentrate on the pain instead of what's happening.

He controls my bobbing by moving my head and the clump of hair that he has in his hand ever so slightly.

This is so uncomfortable....


We both feel awkward about this, but I can't stop. Every time my organ comes in contact with her I have to continue, I need her warm body. I need to always be close to her.

The blow job is too slow, so her hair is squeezed a little harder. Instead of an easy up and down movement, there is more urgency now. The noise of her saliva washing into me can be heard easily, and she lets out moans. Her breathing through the nose is like panicking.

My cock is throbbing again as I force it inside her pretty mouth, my next orgasm only seconds away. I'm moving my hips a little to thrust but I try to make her do the work. I want to let go and watch her show that she cares for me too. But she's too stubborn, so my rough grip remains.


I can sense him contracting and getting more excited in my mouth. He seems to be going at quite a fast pace, his grip tightening and thrusts getting hard, going further and further down my throat, rubbing against it.

I let all of the pain I feel consume me - give me something to focus on as well as something to aim to stop. I go with the action of his pulling, no longer resisting. I'm not helping him, but I want it to be over, and I'm predicting his thrusts. Fuck it, it's going to be over soon, I can get out after this, just bear with it for 10 more seconds.

Surprisingly, he lets his hands go off of my hair. Clear that I should carry on. I bobbed my head, getting quicker and quicker, I know he's close now.

He puts his hands on my head gently, not pushing my head, but as if a thank you. I hear him groan loudly in pleasure as he holds onto my head and shoots a load of warm spunk into my mouth, pushing deep inside my throat and staying there as he continues to twitch and ejaculate.


When I let my hands off her hair, I'm so pleased with her. She keeps bobbing her head without my force, sucking me just as fast as before. I gently place my fingers on her head, stroking a strand of hair. She has finally earned my trust. Sarah's my girl now.

I start groaning quietly, and her own moans continue, as my cock jabs at the back of her throat. I'm desperately anxious to finish, I have to give in. Just as I start to ejaculate, I catch her arm so she moves to her side a little. I lean that way with her, so my cum can fall easily into her mouth. I dump my hot cum inside, still with my meat jammed between her lips. My groans increase in volume, and I catch the back of her head again. My sticky jizz slithers down her gullet. Even though she knew she'd have to swallow, I feel her wince, and wish to get off me. I wait until all of my semen is in her belly, and I wipe the small amount on me onto her cheeks.

She watches as I leave the remaining sperm beside her mouth, mixing with the tears. I look at her beautiful face, a trail of fluid across one cheek, and a sad stare. I sit back on the bed again to rest.


Finally it's over. Some small part of me hoped he wouldn't of made me swallow. It was like flem, liquid but gooey, salty but powdery. I hated the taste it left, the taste of him.

He disgustingly wipes the rest of it on my cheek. I turn my head in shame and some tears escape out of my eye. I look at him. Look at what's he's become, what he's really like. A distorted version of someone he thinks he would never be.

And look at me. Someone helping him.

He sits down and I look up. He's not goging to let me go.

"Karl?" I say with a hint of alarm. "You said you'd let me go!"

"It's really starting to hurt. Please do it now baby." I wince at myself in my head for calling him that, but I look at him with concern, like I still trust him. I guess I did trust him to let me go.

He shifts about on the bed and I tilt my head slightly.


I could see her hatred at drinking my cum, but it was important for me to be inside her. We were meant to be together completely. I think it hits her now that she participated, but those were my wishes, and I owe her to keep my promise.

I sit up, and her head shifts on the bed, wondering what I will do. She reminds me of what I told her. I prop her up, onto her knees. I become proud of what I've done, what we both did. I smile, happy to free her. I put my penis back into my jeans, I'm still wearing my shirt, but barefoot. I pick the keys out of the pocket and start unlocking the handcuffs. I go around her shoulders, and she looks back curiously. Sarah seems nervous, more like I am adding restraints than removing them.

"I trust you now", I whisper, still with a satisfied smile on my face.

Her body is so tense, shivering almost. There's no need to be afraid of me I say to myself. I detach the cuffs, tossing them aside. Her arms slowly separate, they must be aching. My girl closes her eyes with the relief she feels. As she accustoms herself to her new freedom, I am pulling the football jersey over her head. After sliding it off her arms, I throw it on the ground. She hesitates, but suddenly I lean in and hug her. Gently at first, but now squeezing the waist. My fingers interlock. I love her more than she'll ever know, and I never want to let go.

"Say you love me.....say it.....you have to say you love me too.....Sarah....say it....."


It all becomes clear now....my plan has started to fit together.

What is with this guy?! He's hugging me, gentle, as if he doesn’t want to hurt me, and then tighter like he doesn’t want to let me go.

I stand there, feeling awkward, in pain and stunned.

Is he trying to mess with me or something? Make me feel like he actually cares and then he rapes me again?

No, I know he was a good actor and kept this obsession a secret, but he has no reason to lie anymore. I stand there, glazed over and still while he speaks.

"...have to say you love me too.....Sarah....say it....." He says in a child like way. Maybe he had issues with his mum?

I stare ahead. "Karl..." I say.

And then I don't know what else to say. It's like my brain just said no. I just stopped thinking, it was too overwhelming.

Afraid he's going to rape me again or bound me, I fall loose in his arms, pretending to semi-faint or collapse. It wasn't hard, part of me wants to collapse and not wake up, but the other half never wants to sleep again. I let the exhaustion come over me for a second, my body giving up.

He catches me suddenly and looks worried. He seems to have forgotten what he asked me and lay me down on the bed.

I’m waiting while he stood up, saying something.


I wait for a response, but I enjoy our hug. I rub my head into her neck, loving her inviting skin and smell.

She says my name, and nothing follows. I take it badly, with a deep breath through my nose. I understand what she says as "Karl, you know I can't love you." But I won't accept this. Her head collapses into my shoulder, and I get excited a moment. She's finally embracing me. Accepting me as her lover. But she is so loose, her hands are inactive. I quickly grab her arms and study her. She seems to be ok. I push her gently on her back, letting her rest on the bed. This time her arms can move.

I climb off the bed, looking around. I stand above her nude body on my bed, the gentle sound of raindrops the only noise in the room.

*Slap*

The rage takes over, and I strike her face roughly with my hand.

"Say it! Say it!" I scream, raising my hand again.

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[Rogue]

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I gasp and hold my cheek. I stare at him coldly.

"No!" I scream.

"I WILL NEVER SAY IT! I CAN NEVER LOVE YOU, YOU'RE EVERYTHING I HATE AND MORE!"

The silence lingers in the air and I regain my strength again. We both glare at each other in complete silence.


I am stunned by her reply, as she comforts her cheek. I have never hit a woman in my life, and that causes the subsequent silence.

"I was letting you go! Don't you understand? Do you want me to fuck you again, or are you going to fucking say it!!"

I jump on the bed again, right onto her bare tits. My hands wrap out her neck, intimidating and threatening her. My fingers press in, but not nearly as much as they could. My eyes are wide open, infuriated. Has she forgotten already what I could do to her ass? The pain she would suffer? Is it not worth 3 words? I handle her so intensely, I barely even realise what I am doing.


"No.." I whisper as his hands get tighter. I've never seen him act like this before, he's so full of rage.

"Get off me Karl.." I cry. I think I pushed him too much. But then I don't care. He's going to pay for what he did, even if I pay for it too.


I'm actually astonished. 3 little words, and she didn't even have to mean it. I would have let her get dressed, leave my house or do whatever she wanted. I'm spent and didn't need to be intimate with her again. But she'd rather go through more pain than even consider the thought of loving me. That was her choice.

Her hands fight and squeeze my arms, desperate for me to get away from her. I save her the bother by removing my hands, and sitting up again. I slide off the bed and she seems to think I'm going out of the room. Her hands nervously come to her face, checking for blood. I've probably left a bruise on that delicate face. The belt on my trousers is already unbuckled and swaying. I tug it off, and it dangles beside my leg. Sarah looks over curiously, as I am on the other side of the bed. I reach over to her, snatching her wrist. She squirms and resists but I pull her naked body towards me successfully, and grip her ankles also, still with the black heels on. I've rolled her over, pushing down on her back to keep her in place. She opens her mouth, ready to speak. I think she knows what I'm doing but doesn't want to believe it.

*Whip*

I slap the black leather belt right into the flesh of her bare back.


The pain slices down my back, like a cut. I can't speak I'm in that much shock and pain.

He does it again, I'm sure leaving an open wound or a blister on my back. I inhale quickly, feeling the full force of the last one and the one before, at the same time.

"Karl, stop!" I shout.

He whips the belt again, in exactly the same place as before. I arch my back as a reflex, so much so that I pull a muscle and half fall to the ground.

I groan in pain, rolling over on my back and then screaming out and rolling back onto my stomach.

"I'm sorry Karl, I'm sorry!" I cry.

"Please stop, I beg you!" I start to bawl loudly, this pain is unbearable. Only three lashings, and I don't have to look to know that it's going to leave scars.

I howl at the stinging and throbbing I feel, the burning sensation spreading through my body.

I start to shake violently, whimpering between weeps and screams in agony. I curl up like a baby.


A second whip of the belt quickly follows, and I hear her deep breaths, bracing herself each time. There is only a vocal protest the second time, pleading for me to stop. But another hard slap comes, this one taking her over the edge of the bed. She bends her back, holding where it's been struck, something appearing to be wrong inside. Her body slides off, and she uses her hands to break her fall. Sarah rolls on the ground, as if trying to use the carpet to comfort the pain, but opting for her stomach soon after.

She cowers, holding her head in fear of another assault. She screams in agony. The anticipation is worse than the event itself. She says sorry, but I don't want apologies. Every time she opens her mouth she is either objecting to my presence, or rejecting my love. I'm so tired of it. I drop the belt suddenly, kneeling down. I put my head in my hands, coming to terms with what I've done. Was that even me those last few minutes? I put my hand on the wound, the red sore where the harsh leather has torn flesh. It is only a finger tip, but she tenses up, already shivering.

"Remember....when we were 12. You fell while you were rollerblading and cut your knee. I ran in and got a plaster. When I put it on you, we hugged. And you said you'd love me forever."


I cry from the memory and the over-whelming memories it brings back.

"Back then" I say, rocking and still shaking. "I did"

"How..."

"How can I love somebody that does this to me?!" I turn to the carpet and let out another scream in pain. It feels like there's a leftover fingerprint where he touched me, and that there's a lighter being held to it.

I choke when I breathe out, pausing for a while. I can't get out now. I can't fight, I can't reason.

I whimper again, cuddling myself as much as I can without moving my back too much and let all of the tears flow out.


She recalls the incident immediately; she wouldn't dare take that memory away from me. While it may have been a dream to think something would last forever, to this day we have loved each other. But again and again I get screwed over. By ugly guys, guys with money, everything. None of these people care for her like I do.

She wonders how she can care for me too after today's events, sobbing and shaking separating her words. Even my light touch causes a scream, and more tears quickly follow. I open the door of the cabinet near us and pull out a plaster from the packet. I peel off the sticker and lean down. I kiss the wound, even that causes an uncomfortable reaction.

"I am the same person Sarah."

I find the centre of the red mark I've left on her back and the plaster is placed gently over it. Also in the press is a camcorder. I switch it on, and open it up, holding it steady above her laid out, beaten body. I stand up.

"But if I can't have you anymore, I'll need my memories."


I look up at him.

"What do you mean by that!?" I say, alarmed as I see the camera.

"Karl?" I force myself to stop trembling and look at him in fear. I'm scared because I don't know what he's going to do, and the camera has disoriented me.

Right now, I'll say anything. But something stops me. I think about what this means. He could use this to blackmail me, for his own sick enjoyment, he could even do something extreme and kill me and then himself while recording.

"I'm sorry Karl!" I say, alarmed by this last thought.

"Please, turn that off." I plead

"I want to talk to you" "I want it to be like how it was, when we was little." I smile sadly.

"Remember when I broke up with my first boyfriend? And you held me and told me I deserved better?" A new set of tears burst out of me.

"It meant so much that you cared Karl, so much. But I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I didn't want to risk losing you, so I tried to keep in contact, and then friendship was all I ever wanted and more from you"

"Karl, stop all of this. I'll say it, and I'll mean it, I promise" I nestle my body closer together and pause.

"Will you hold me like before?" I ask softly.


She doesn't understand my comment, and still fails to see why the camera is pointing at her until a few moments. The light beeps and she knows it is recording, but the reason why is something she has to think about. Another apology comes, along with a memory of her own. I remember that night well, holding her in my arms as she cried. She's in tears now too, but for the first time tonight I see a smile, albeit a forced one.

"I deserved you", I snap at her.

She begins talking to me more frequently and confidently now, my hand holding the camera is shaking. I look through the camera into her eyes, studying her. She talks about our friendship and how she didn't want to ruin it, and it sickens me. She is starting to sit up, which is what I wanted. I let the camera capture her stomach and breasts. I lean in closer just like she does. I look out from behind the camera. I don't embrace her like before, she has lost the trust I had. She has one last chance to say it.

"What do you want to say?" I whisper.

[Hellcat]

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[Rogue]

Thanks again Hellcat, for the rep too, and I think your bump helped it finally reach 1000 views

I passed your feedback onto Huni, she had been ill the last few weeks but hopefully she'll back soon to thank you herself.

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[Rogue]

I look to the floor and find a place in my head where I can mean it. At the park outside his house, under the tree, picking the petals off of flowers and admiring the blossoming ones on the trees.

I smile inside to myself. "I love you" I say. Pure and from the heart, I meant every word, and he knows. I ignore the camera, and for once all I see is him. I feel my face relax and my eyes soften. He knows I meant it, he knows.


She is staring into the floor while I await my answer. As if the words and courage have to be mustered up. The look in her eyes stun me because I knew she would say it.

"I love you", she speaks.

I finally get those 3 beautiful words, from the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She stays on me, like the camera isn't there, and only our bodies occupy the room. I think she meant it. Surely 1 mistake can be forgiven and cancelled out by years of strong bonding. Her face isn't as tense now, that worried and sad look is reducing. Still with the camcorder on, I hug her suddenly with one arm, kissing her cheek. "I love you too", I reply. Instead of pure joy, I am in more of a trance like state. I smirk to myself, knowing she would come around eventually. After a minute of our hug, I pull away and talk to her.

"I need to know you won't tell anyone what happened here tonight. It'll be our little secret, ok? Now let's get you cleaned up."

Sarah appeared to want to say something, but I have already taken her by the hand. I lead the girl, no clothes on but her leather shoes, out of the bedroom. She is confused and hesitant, tripping on the ground a little. I push open the bathroom door, tugging her gently inside. I put the camera down for a moment, and reach for the shower knob.


He sits me down and goes for the shower head. I wince in pain. "It really hurts Karl.." I say. "I might need medical attention". I sound as concerned as I feel. The plaster did nothing, and I feel it flop off, saggy with blood and barely covering the long wounds on my back.

I look at the camera and the little flashing light, and become aware that I am still naked. I shift my body slightly, turning myself as one a bit more further away from the camera.

I look at him, still fiddling with the cold and hot taps as he meets my eyes. He knows with my eyes that the pain is serious, and he nods his head with emotion, emotion of a kind I cannot recognize.


I turn the knob, checking if the water is warm enough. She shies away from the camera, remembering it is still recording her in the nude. The plaster is hanging off, exposing the cut underneath. Sarah feels she needs to see a doctor, but I told her this had to be a secret.

"And who's fault is that?" I smile, rather eerily.

I never let go of her wrist, but once the water is running, I reach behind her. She's surprised by me snatching at her ankles, but I am lifting her legs to remove the high heels. One at a time they slip off, and they are laid on the ground. I nudge her past the sliding door and inside. She waits there as the hot water begins to run down her hair and body. I take off my shirt and pick up the camcorder again.

"There's soap there."


"Karl please turn that off hun, it's making me nervous" I say, thankful for the water pouring over me.

"When we next make love and become intimate with each other, I want it to be on a good note, not like this."

"Turn it off, for me?" I ask.


Annoyed that she hasn't reached for the soap, I step into the shower and grab it from the little shelf. I force her to hold out her hand, and I gently slam it in her palm. She looks down at it, and then back at me, as I completely ignore her request. There's still no action, so I take her hand and push it into her stomach, making the first rub. She continues a little herself, but looks unmotivated.

When my Sarah said "make love" and "intimate", my body responded immediately. I was just going to do this recording, but now I suddenly feel the need to be with her one more time. We'll look back at this tape one day and laugh, when we are married and happy. I don't see any reason to switch it off. I zoom in where the first bit of soap has soaked in, and then up and down her legs. The water drips from her boobs, runs down her pussy. This is the first time tonight there is not 1 item of clothing on her.

"Come on Sarah, be sexy for me"


Something turns in my stomach. I know I won't be able to reason with him, I haven't been able all night. He's going to get what he wants, one way or another, so I decide to do it with a bit more comfort.

I bravely and slowly stand up in the shower, putting the soap on the side fragily.

He looks shocked and angry, but I walk towards him too quickly for him to say anything. I stand tall and walk normally, making my curves accentuated by my nakedness, to which I see you respond down below, and open your mouth a little bit.

I press on the record button and turn the camera off. His face snaps back to reality, and just as he’s about to say something, I interrupt his speech with a kiss.

"That wash would be awfully better with you with me" I say, as I take the camcorder, put it down and take his hand, leading him towards the shower.


At first I think she has accepted that I will record her washing herself, and I will be able to replay the erotic act whenever I want privately. But then she slowly drops the soap back where it was, blatantly disobeying me.

I'm furious, and just about to shout her name, but already she has walked towards me. She looks incredibly sexy as she swaggers out of the doors, knowing how curvy she is. I am much taller, but she stands up to me. I let out a quick breath, as my cock is growing. She reaches for the stop button, and I can't believe it when she presses it. Before I can flip, her lips meet mine briefly. It is the first time she has ever kissed me, and I'm amazed. She takes the camera from my hand like she would from a corpse; I am frozen for a moment.

She invites me into the shower, taking my hand. I snap out of it and quickly start pushing my pants down. I hop on the way, shaking them off, and we are both naked now. We stand under the warm water, falling into where our chests meet. I am fully erect as our bodies touch, and our eyes stay together.


He quickly undresses and I turn and smile to him as we are both underneath the shower. The sun is up by now, and it is coming through the window, luminating both of our bodies.

I whisper in his ear not to press my back up against the wall and then slowly bend to get the soap again. I do it not to hurt myself, and also because I know he has a fantastic view of my arse and boobs.

I bring the soap to his chest and slowly circulate it, letting the lather foam up. I then rub it across my chest, going up to my neck and shoulders, and giving the soap to him to finish rubbing against my breasts.

He rubs my nipples with the soap, and rubs them it in with his hands, playing with my hard, pointy nipples softly.

I turn my back, and he soaps up my back, messaging me as the shower washes away the suds slowly off my front. I turn around, rubbing my wet torso up against his soapy one. I pull him close, and his cock is stuck in between our stomachs. I kiss him again, but harder and longer. I know he enjoys the taste of my tongue, and we embrace and rub up against each other.

My hand slides down his stomach to his waist, and then up again, past his belly button, past his nipples, past his neck, to his face, where I stroke him, smiling.

I let him make the next move.


She bends down carefully to pick up the soap, I can see she is protecting her sore back, but also appears to be teasing me. She doesn't want it against the wall and starts rubbing the white bar of soap into my hairy chest. When it collects there, she swaps to her own side, turning her neck to clean it. She lets me do her supple tits, and wipe it into each one, catching her wet nipples.

She turns her back to me, and I wash it. I see the water making the red spots blurry for now. When our stomachs meet again, my cock is aching for more release, our bodies pressing into it. Her kiss is so much better than the first. Our tongues play, and it is passionate. Her mouth tastes wonderful as always. The way she touches me with her hand is incredible, her gentle touch, from my belly up to my face. It is like a dream. I can barely believe it. I knew she'd love me as much as I love her one day, but it seems so sudden. Sarah acts like she takes pleasure in embracing my body. I'm suspicious, but she's rubbing my face and cuddling me, and that's all that matters.

I look at her a moment, then suddenly catch the arm that is being used to stroke me. I twist her around, and move our bodies forward. Her palms press into the wall, and I lean in so close. I move some of her soaked hair out of the way and kiss her shoulder. My penis points at her ass cheeks.


I move my neck to bare more skin as he kisses me. I feel him against by buttocks slightly, and turn my head to the side, smiling.

"I want to enjoy it too" I say quietly. I turn my body as much as I can to face him and lean close to his ear.

"I want you to hear me orgasm" I whisper

"I want you to know what it feels like, having me around your meat, writhing in pleasure. Writhing in pleasure because of you" I continue.

He lets go as I turn around. "Lie down" I tell him. The bath was surprisingly big, and there was space for us to move.

As he lay on the bottom of the bath, I layed down on top of him, the water lubricating our bodies, making us lip and slide slightly and I pressed my breasts onto him. I lingered over his lips and kissed him again. This time, he moved his hand down my chest, playing with my tits for a while and moving down to my waist. I pressed closer to his body as he slid one finger into me.

I let out a slight moan and closed my eyes. Still hurt from before, the pain was more like pleasure, and his circular motions made my breathing heavier. Two went in and I opened my eyes, still trying to kiss him while needing more air.

I moved my body upwards, as if I was sitting on top of him, but let my bent legs keep me raised from his body, giving him the ability to continue.

I could hear his breathing now, and my head flung back when he rubbed a particular spot. I brang my head back again, looking at him. I move my hand towards his erect, bursting dick. It looked so engorged and I knew he could blow at anytime. I smiled at this, wanting to make it last.

I rubbed it slowly, then wrapped my hand around it, slowly moving upwards and downwards, he synced his scooping inside me with my up and down motion. I began to get a bit quicker, making him gasp in a bit more.

He closed his eyes, and pushed his fingers deeper into me, his breathing becoming even more louder and heavier. I sped up more, moving my hand right up to the top and then right to the base, my fingers still firm and well lubricated.

His hand inside me slowed down and his face contracted a bit and I stopped. He breathed in and out a couple of times and then looked at me.

"I want this to be as long as possible" I explain, and he grins at me in return. I bend down and kiss him again, he slips his fingers out and massages my chest again. I breathe in quickly in excitement as he does this, enjoying himself and then moving lower in the bath. I stop where his belly button is and work my way downwards...


She turns around, her feet splashing in the shallow water collected in the bath. Her intimate whispering that she wants to cum is like another dream. I want to give as much as I take, to make each other happy.

I let go, and lie down in the large bath like she asks. I give her control because of the things she's saying to me. I've always done what she asks, and this is the best request yet. Her body is on mine, the water running off her back, her breasts squashed into my chest. I can't help but play with them again, and afterwards, my hand goes to her vagina. One finger roams her, and it interrupts our kissing as she needs to breathe. When another finger joins in, she's throwing her head back in pleasure. She elevates a little, knowing even a few rubs against her wet stomach could make me cum.

She starts massaging my cock, moving firmly up and down, and coinciding with my movement in her privates. As she keeps her hands wrapped around me, and I breathe heavily, my fingers slide out. I have to calm down for a second so I don't ejaculate yet, and Sarah wants to prolong it like I did with her. The warm water cushions my back, but hers must still hurt. I admire her for working through it. The drain is in front of me, the taps above. I cup her breasts again, as she kisses me once more. Her moist lips then move down my treasure trail, caressing my belly button. I let her do what she wants as we are both loving it, both on the verge of orgasm.


I move down his snail trail, looking up slyly to see what he was doing. His eyes were closed and he was obviously relishing the moment, wanting to cum.

I licked the tip of his head lightly, teasing it. He wriggled and exhaled as I softly kissed it. My lips were moist and plump, and I could tell they felt good on him. He throbbed while I took the top half of his cock in my mouth. Swirling and sucking on him, he was tense and ready to blow. I edged my mouth deeper, until I had gotten all the way down to the bottom. I stayed there for a bit and then came up, letting the bobbing begin. I felt his balls contract and stopped straight away, I wanted him to get really worked up, really bursting, when he can take it no more. When he can't think of anything else, and then my plan could come into play.

I pretended he was Jamie, a week ago, when we made love it was amazing and I loved every bit. I think of that time now, to stop myself from being sick.

I wait a minute until I'm sure he's calmed down and fasten my pace. My head moves up and down with a medium pace. I fasten up again, then slow down, changing the tempo.

The water is still running and I decided the use for the bathroom was expiring. I sit up again, climbing out of the bath, leaning over him so that my nipples touch his chest and beckon him to follow.

I smile as I turn around with a hint of spite and vindication. The fool.

[Rogue]

I close my eyes, leaving her totally in control. I know she'll make me cum any second now. I feel her tongue on the tip of my cock, she's teasing me so much. Her delicate lips kiss me there, and there's no feeling like it. She slowly takes it in her mouth, and I anxiously wait until it's fully inside. She sucks me incredibly, finally sliding to the bottom. Just as she begins to jerk up and down, and I'm ready to blow, she stops suddenly. From experience with these jackasses she dates, she knows how long to wait.

Her rhythm returns again, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I enjoy it intensely, but I don't think I can take it anymore. I raise my arm and open my mouth in frustration, desperately needing release. Sarah stops again, but this time it's over. Her nipples brush off me as she sits up and climbs over the edge of the bath. What? That's her fucking idea of pleasing me? By the time I realise it properly she is standing outside the shower, looking back at me with a smile. I think she wants me to follow her, but she did that on purpose too. My dick is aching as I sit up, I'm tempted to finish myself off. I almost slip on the water, stepping one leg out. I grab the towel on the ground, one of her shoes is on it. The other is nearby so I snatch it and sprint out the room. She is already halfway down the stairs, it looks like she's going for the front door, naked as the day God made her.

"Sarah!" I scream, worried and angry.

But she turns the corner, and walks towards the living room. I slow down, water footprints left by both us are soaked into the carpet.


I stop suddenly in the hall and turn around, grinning. "Well you were taking too long!" I said, "Had to make you follow me quicker than that! Got to make you work for it" I cheekily add.

I think that possibly I shouldn’t of done that, but you laugh with me, and your eyes are warm again. "Now come here" I say, wrapping my arms around your waist and hugging you, feeling your heat against me. I sigh "happily" and then look up at you.

"Seems like we've chosen our next spot?" I hint. "Perhaps I should finish where I left off?" I tease.


I catch up to her in the corridor, relieved she didn't try to run away. My heart is beating at the thought of it. She gives her reasons, but doesn't seem convinced by them. She looks at me, awaiting my acceptance with a smile. I don't know what she's up to, but I'm going to fuck her one way or the other.

We hug, and she glances at the sitting room, our next stop. Drops of water drip from our bodies as we hold each other. I like her playful side, but I need her right now.

"No," I surprise her with. "We're doing things my way."

I catch her arm roughly, and she stares there. We walk through the door as she is tugged inside. I move the table with the laptop on it aside, and Sarah is flung towards the couch. She cushions her fall with her arms, and waits on her side as I approach her. The towel and high heels are left on the ground as I climb onto her. Our wet bodies make noises rubbing into the couch. She looks at me, seeming more reluctant now, but I turn her away. I lean on her ass, seperating her legs. I point my hard cock into her pussy lips and position myself. I hear a moan as I make my way inside her one more time. I thought I'd cum at this point, I'm so desperate to.

I start thrusting, feeling my semen build. My crotch thumps against her arse and it jiggles. I take a handful of Sarah's hair, forcing her to raise her body with her hands. She breathes heavily and her head tilts back. I get balls deep in her vagina as quickly as I can and I start to ejaculate. I groan loudly in pure relief, a result of her constant teasing, and lust for her body. I pull her long black hair back roughly once more as my cum shoots and dribbles inside her. As I slow down and all my sticky jizz is dumped, I struggle to catch my breath, leaning on the side of the sofa. Sarah rests on her elbows, recovering from the hard fucking herself.


I bite my lip. I didn't want him to cum so quickly, but never mind. I ignore the pain down below and let him slide out. I turn around and smile at him.

I don't know what he's up to but I know it's not good. We sit on the sofa and I snuggle up next to him. He seems pretty tired. Good, I think... good....


I couldn't see her face, so I'm not sure how willing she was, but I did handle her hair quite roughly. She smiles when she faces me, suggesting she put up with it. I pull out as my penis becomes flaccid, and I'm completely exhausted. I sit back on the couch and Sarah moves her legs out of the way, cuddling up to me. Her head leans into my chest and I smile, I could hug her all day. I wrap my arm around her shoulder. I hope I didn't hurt her back when I leaned on her. I take her hand, stroking it with my thumb.

"You're amazing....thank you", I whisper.


I smile and snuggle up to his chest even more, partly to hide the look of bitterness in my face.

I can't stand him stroking me so I slyly move my arm around his stomach, making myself more closer to him.

God I feel sick. I know I can't keep this up for much longer. He interrupted my plan, and it was more complicated than I thought.

"Can I go to the toilet hun?" I ask, looking up at you.

"Sure" you smile, and I give you one last embrace and get up to walk up he stairs.


It was all worth it, all for this moment right now. Sarah and I are together like it was meant to be, hugging like a couple in love. Her arm wraps around my stomach when I start to stroke her gently.

I feel her hair brush into my skin as she turns her head to me, asking if she can use the bathroom. I let her up, not before receiving one last cuddle. I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave. Her hair drops down her back and her ass swaggers as she goes out the door. I hear her footsteps, and eventually my caution returns. It takes me a minute to sit up I'm so tired. I walk to the front door, making sure I double locked it. She would not find the key easily. I stand there for a moment, trying to convince myself she'll stay the night.


I walk up the stairs and then down the corridor to the bathroom, making sure the floorboards creaked as I walked there. I heard him rustle downstairs, and scared he would come upstairs, I froze.

He stayed outside the front door though. Either looking outside, or making sure it was locked. I tiptoe down the corridor, being careful not to make a sound. I hear Karl walk back into the front room and sit down on the sofa. I can tell he's tired, and that's what I wanted.

What to do first I think.... the list runs through my mind


She is staying, I know it. I start to imagine tomorrow morning. We're in my bed and I'll wake up before her. I'll kiss her and go downstairs quietly. When I return I'll have breakfast. Maybe cereal, and some toast.

I walk back to the sitting room and sit down, I really need to. I hope we're going to bed soon, I just have no energy left. I pick up one of her shoes and wipe the cum from my penis inside. The drop from earlier must have soaked into her feet. A few minutes have passed, and if she takes any longer I might doze off here on the couch.


I hope he falls asleep, I need him to be.

While he was fucking me in the front room, I was looking around for things I could use.

I crept into the bedroom, picking up the phone from the stand, but not using it. I opened the second drawer of his cupboard/ dresser combi and moved around the porn, to find the keys to the handcufs. It suddenly occured to me where he would leave something so precious and sexually important, with all of his other sexually important stuff.

I found magazines with shoes and stilletos on the cover. I took some quietly and put them under my arm.

I undid the handcuffs and held them tightly to stop them from making a sound. Realising I was carrying a lot, I crept back to the bathrooms, undetected. Where I slyly closed the door and put the stuff down, moving the things around louder, not afraid to be heard anymore. I saw a makeup bag, perfect to conceal it all wit. I put it all in the bottom, rolling the magazines up, and then filled it with brushes, powders, mascara, lipsticks... until it was full to the top and you couldn't see a thing but makeup.

I smiled to myself. Now, just to get the other things. That would be harder…


I keep the high heel in my hand, and I was staring at it a moment as I began to close my eyes. When I snap out of it I'm not sure if 1 or 2 more minutes have passed, but I shout towards the door.

"Sarah!"

I haven't heard the toilet flushing or anything, she's taking ages. My head is tilting back on the couch as I start to doze off.


I open the door normally- letting it creek open.

"Sorry hun, I'm just going to have a quick shower, hope you don't mind?" I shouted down the stairs. I heard a grumble, followed by some movement on the sofa. Good, he was making himself comfortable.

I went back into the bathroom and closed the door. I started pouring the water and pulled the curtain, then edged out again. I had ten minutes.

10 MINS LATER:

I gently shut the door behind me, so silently, I could barely hear it. I saw when I went downstairs that he was fast asleep anyway.

I put the toilet lid down and put all of the stuff I had just collected on it. A makeup bag wouldn't be enough, so I grabbed two.

I did the same thing as before, put all of the stuff I needed at the bottom and collected some more make up and shared some from the other bag and put it on top, masking what was underneath.

I washed and shampooed my hair in 3 mins, stopping the water and wrapping a towel around me. Not that there seemed much point. I had nothing to hide from him anymore.

He will fucking suffer I tell myself. He's going to wish he never met me.

Should be interesting to see how he reacts to this side of me he's never met before...


My eyes suddenly open again at the sound of her voice, but my "yeah" is more like a reflex. I don't know if she said she was showering or going to bed. She'd better come down when she is.

I turn over to my other side, stretching and starting to snooze again. The front of my body is facing outwards now, and I'm too tired to go upstairs. I just lie there for several minutes, half awake until the sound of the living room door gets my attention.

Sarah is standing in front of me now, her hair wet and my white towel wrapped around her. She looks hot in it but I don't know why she even had to have another wash. I just want us to go to bed. She has 2 make up bags with her and I finally start to sit up and look at her properly.


"Hello" I giggle. "Wake up sleepyhead" I smile and put the make up bags down.

I walk over to the sofa and lean over him, kissing his forehead.

"I was thinking..." I said "I don't know why I went out with Jamie in the first place. Not when I could of had you."

"How about we make it official?" I grin "Go out to celebrate, just you and me. I want to say sorry for not coming to my senses earlier, then we can come back, open a bottle of wine... I can stay..." I let the proposal linger in the air.

He knows how much I really want to go out. I got all of my make up ready. I smile at him again in anticipation.


She laughs as she tells me to wake up, so I presume she’s getting ready for bed. She kisses me affectionately and says that she should have been with me all along. If she realized that years ago none of this had to happen. She wants to go out, for some reason at this time of the night.

“Sarah….” I say looking at her.

I sit there and think about it, knowing she is looking at me impatiently. I wanted to say no immediately, I’m exhausted. I think to myself I can just pass a couple of hours before we come back here. I pick up her shoes and get her to follow me to the bedroom where our clothes are. Holding her towel at her chest, she picks up her panties from the bed but I don’t leave the room.

“I want to watch.”


I turn my back from him and look back hearing this. I let the towel slowly slip to the floor. "Why ever would you want that?" I tease, smiling.

I turn around casually, facing him. "I know you wanted to stay in hun, but I really want to go out and celebrate. Please? I don't want you feeling even a little bit annoyed or anything ok?" I look at the expression on his face, almost drooling.

I walk up to him seductively and press against him, wrapping my arms around him. It doesn’t take him long to get an erection.

"Thought that would wake you up" I grin.

"Now..." I say "You can watch, but you have to leave when I want to put my dress back on"

"It’s all downstairs anyway." "So stay and enjoy since then" "As long as you don’t make a mess" I wink.

He grins with me, apparently happy with what I just proposed.


I didn’t get to watch her undress when she went to bed, and she knows I’ll love staring at her putting it back on. Again she tells me why we’re going out, but I don’t need any more apologies. I know she loves me and that we’re together now. Her hour glass figure teasingly steps towards me after the towel falls to the ground.

Her arms cross around my neck as she leans into me, and I am gawking at her nude body, getting so turned on again. My erect cock points into her belly and she smiles at me. She walks to the bed and sits down, sliding the underwear past her feet and up her legs. My lover smiles again as they fit around her, and I can’t take my eyes off her. No other girl has ever aroused anywhere near as much as her. She goes to the chair and puts her bra on, as I continue to watch. With 2 fingers I hold her black pumps by my side, she should know at this stage that I want this part.

She stretches her leg out and waits for me to come. I place the first shoe on as I grip her leg gently. I keep an eye on her face at the same time, she looks so cute smirking at me. Sarah gives me her other leg and I slowly slip the second heel on, running my fingertips along her calf.

“You don’t know how beautiful you are.”

I walk to the door and she waits for me to leave as she picks up her skirt from the chair. My clothes are in the bathroom, so I collect them and make my way downstairs.

“Don’t be long now”

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The roleplay was never continued beyond this point. Thanks for reading!

[ishkara]

holy crap im really enjoying this....