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Please, there must be something else that I can do to keep you from telling my husband. He would be devastated if he found out, and I couldn't live with that. You name it, anything else and I'll do it. But don't make me have sex with you!" Tony slapped my bare butt 9 more times. It hurt like hell and by about the fourth slap I was crying and pleading for him to stop. Please Tony, please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything that you tell me; absolutely anything. I just can't let my parents find out what I've done."

I put on my briefest crop top and looked in the mirror. I really did look like a slut. I was right; there was no way that I could let my parent see me like that. I took a little offense to what she was insinuating -- that sex with me was so disgusting that she'd do anything to avoid it. But then I looked at it from her position, and I'd probably feel the same way if somebody was forcing me to have sex that I didn't want to have...not like that would EVER happen to me. Kelly - by PornGirl - Coming home for summer vacation from the catholic school nearby, I never expected to end up getting raped by the neighbor's dogs. (F-teen/beasts, nc, rp) Mary was slightly startled as the door bell rang. She was not expecting anyone so early in the morning. Her husband had left for work and the kids for school. Fortunately she had taken her morning shower already. She sat down her cup of coffee and morning paper and headed for the door. That didn't sound that bad until he told me that I'd have to show him my bare pussy to prove it. My heart fluttered and I felt my pussy get warm and wet.Anna Miller was a demure, soft-spoken 32-year-old church secretary at Our Lady of the Snows -- 5'6", brunette, with ample breasts and all the right curves around her waist, hips, and ass. She had notably pretty green eyes and her lips formed a small, cupid's bow mouth, not unlike that of the famous film star, Elizabeth Taylor. Divorced and childless, she lived alone in a nice, upscale condo. She glanced out of the window and realized the visitor was a friend of hers, Jeff. Mary had met Jeff and his wife, Theresa, through the school where their children attended. They had become pretty close friends even though Jeff and Theresa were only 29. Linda stood there and something changed in her, "I feel amazing! I've never dressed like this before." You," replied Lisa calmly. "I want to own you. I want you to obey everything and anything I tell you immediately without question. If you refuse at any time or do not please me, the magazine will be distributed all over the school and copies sent to your husband and his bosses. If you do agree we will keep this our secret." Jeff started feeling a little more confident now, seeing Mary so weak and frail from her awkward situation and that she had now confirmed his first thoughts....her husband has no idea of these photos. Jeff then responded that he could never forget what he has seen, and that he would not destroy the photos. He then said, ‘In fact Mary, I would like to take some more pictures of you.'

She immediately looked up and said, ‘Please Jeff, just destroy these pictures and forget this ever happened.' Living In Hell - by Y. Lee Coyote - This story is for Tommy who told me of some similar horrors he was forced to endure until he was well into college. (MF, Fdom/b, fb, nc, v, ped, huml, cast) This makes no sense, thought Emma, I suppose she could have kept my number from that group project a year ago, but why would she message me? Did she... see me staring? John, who is ironically a marriage, relationship and sexual coach, shares: “My wife and I went out with some friends for bowling and beer. We both had a little too much to drink.” However, that didn’t stop him from initiating intercourse with his wife that night. “I was happily pumping away with a full bladder. I began to feel the urge to ejaculate (or so I thought in my half drunken stupor). The problem was that I was peeing instead of ejaculating.” 5. Caught in the actNaked to the waist the cowering teacher stood before her student. She was beyond further embarrassment. How did she let herself get in this position? Why had I posed for those pictures in college? I'm so sorry Tony; please don't tell anyone about this." I pleaded in between the streams of tears. That's more like it," Miranda began, "Now, if you really want that off I might be willing to make a deal. I'm having a party this tomorrow night. I would like you to come. It will just be you, me, and a few girlfriends of mine. If you come, you have my word I'll take off the chastity belt and ditch the vibe. How's that sound?" I wondered what he meant by the word 'shame' as I finished stripping then held my hands over my breasts and pussy. The woman froze, she was astounded at my brazenness. She gasped and then issued a sob; covering her mouth to smother the sound in the crowded coffeehouse.

Miranda hoisted up her skirt as Emma came closer, revealing her bare slit. Emma blushed and froze up for a second, then hesitantly made her way closer, kneeling down in front of the sink that Miranda sat on the edge on. Miranda impatiently grabbed a handful of Emma's hair and forced her head down onto her exposed pussy. As horrible as the situation was, Emma felt a rush to hear those words from Miranda's lips. Quaking, she obeyed, pulling her panties down to her bended knees. She could feel the cold air hit her pussy, and was extremely aware of how easily she could be discovered like this on the bathroom floor. Anyone could just walk in. After that he told me that I'd done enough for one day and that I should sign-on to the forum again the next day. Fine -- have it your way. I'll just keep these videos and try not to send them to someone who would be very upset if he saw them." Kate's Prom Night - by Obmuj - Seventeen, a red haired beauty, Kate was waiting for the most important night of her young life. Her senior prom, and her first real date. (M/f-teen, nc, rp)

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Now she knew what my intentions were. I could imagine the scenarios that were going through her mind. They were likely similar to my thoughts, but I doubted she was enjoying hers as much as I was enjoying mine.