Yes, that is a very good question. I had gang rape fantasies? What was wrong with me?
Instead of coming to my senses, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter until my pussy was dripping down my thighs. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by my first rapist, which made him fuck me even deeper and harder. I could feel his huge cock slamming into me as far as it could possibly go and his big, full balls were slapping against me over and over again. I can’t believe that I was playing a part in my own rape and I knew I should stop!
But I couldn’t keep myself from moaning in pleasure and pushing up into his cock almost as hard as he was fucking me, wanting him deeper inside me as if that was even possible. My pussy being defiled in this way felt so good and was so exciting to me. I knew this was wrong even though I couldn’t help myself. But, there was no way that I would let myself cum. I have to stop these gang rape fantasies!
I must be a truly sick and twisted individual
If I had the orgasm that I felt building inside, it would mean I am a truly sick and twisted individual. I must be a sex slave by now with these gang rape fantasies! Not resisting or trying to fight them was one thing but I absolutely had to maintain control and not cum. I would not let these men know how much pleasure I was having. Of course, my climax continued to build and build until there was no stopping it.
The man who was attached to the huge cock that was fucking me seemed to sense what was about to happen. He laughed and said to his friend, “god this girl is hot – she loves this and she’s about to fucking cum.” The man started fucking me even harder. He angled his body so he could somehow hit my g-spot and my clit every time he thrust into me. And he laughed and grunted with the effort of fucking me so hard.
I did not want these gang rape fantasies to stop
His cock hit my g-spot perfectly and it felt so incredibly good and I did not want it to stop. But I very quickly realized in horror that I was going to cum at any second. And even worse, all the g-spot stimulation meant that I was also going to squirt everywhere. This thought horrified me and I started squirming and trying to get away.
Of course, they held me down even tighter and the man kept doing whatever the fuck he wanted to my pussy. And of course, I soon started cumming and squirting all over myself, the man and my bed. It felt indescribably good and it seemed to go on forever. This time my squirming and thrashing around was in pleasure – not an attempt to escape.
What a stupid whore
“What the Fuck just happened?” the man asked and then realized what I had done. “Goddamn,” he said. “This little slut loves being raped and she came and squirted all over the place from all of that brutal fucking! What a stupid whore.” This realization pushed him over the edge and I heard a loud grunt and I felt him cumming while he was inside me.
Next up – Are my gang rape fantasies over?
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