slut-solutions: These girls never knew what hit them. They always implicitly trusted me when I asked
slut-solutions: These girls never knew what hit them. They always implicitly trusted me when I asked them for their help. I would lure them in and once they showed up at the house it was all over for them. I looked at my husband, Curtis and smiled. “She’ll be here any minute.” “She’s late. Are you sure she’s coming?” he asked with concern. I could see how his cock was already hard in his pants. My pussy was dripping wet. We’d done this before plenty of times but this time was going to be the best time. Jane was the kind of girl I’d always wanted to use. She was tall and thin and her brown hair had natural gold highlights in it that made me want to wrap it around my hand and pull it as I fucked her with my strap-on. “Did you tell her it was urgent?” “Of course I did!” We both smiled as the doorbell rang. Jane was here. “Excuse me,” I gave Curtis a look that I hoped conveyed that I had been right and turned to answer the door. “Jane! You made it! Thank you so much for coming.” “I’m always here to help!” she looked so concerned that I almost felt bad for worrying her needlessly but it was all part of our carefully orchestrated plan to use Jane and her sexy, young body. She was barely eighteen and we worked at the same law firm as receptionists. “Well you’ll be helping plenty tonight,” I was smirking but thankfully I was facing away from Jane. She couldn’t see that I was a predator about to capture my prey. She had no idea that she was the gazelle I’d been hunting and that I was about to tear the tender meat from her bones until she was nothing but a picked-over carcass. I felt the sadistic tendencies take over me. I was filled with lust and with a feeling of power. I was filled with greed that was all too familiar. I wanted to destroy this young girl. I wanted to watch Curtis destroy her as well. “Where should we start?” she asked. I tried to remember the lie I had told her to get her over here. Sometimes I said I was moving and needed help packing. Other times I asked for help with sewing or whatever the girl was good at. I had done it so often with so many girls that I couldn’t remember which lies I’d told her. It didn’t matter. “Here, sit on the couch. This is Curtis, my husband.” “Nice to meet you,” Jane said politely and she shook his hand before taking her seat on the couch as far away from him as she could possibly get. “Scoot over,” I moved her toward him and I sat on the other side so she was in the middle. “I thought we were packing boxes,” Jane said, obviously perplexed. “We are going to pack a box tonight,” Curtis said and I don’t know how he kept a straight face. “That is definitely true,” I added but I couldn’t hold it together. I laughed hard and Jane’s confusion grew until Curtis finally broke the ice by shoving his entire hand up her dress and stabbing her pussy with his fingers. “HEY!” she screamed. I grabbed her by the neck and held her down. He fingered her as she struggled. I covered her mouth with my hand and watched as Curtis got her pussy ready to fuck. I knew she hadn’t planned on this happening. She had thought that we were friends and that she was coming over to help me. Now she was realizing that she’d been duped. She was our victim now. “Please! Elizabeth! Why are you doing this?” she cried, even as Curtis’s hand covered her mouth.“Because I want your pussy. That’s why.” Jane’s pussy was hairy. I wasn’t sure if she was a virgin or not but when Curtis pulled her up and onto his lap I helped him hold her down and subdue her so he could get his cock inside of her pussy. “How does her cunt feel?” I asked him. “It’s so tight.” “Please! Elizabeth!” Jane screamed so I grabbed that little slut by the cheeks and squeezed them roughly together. “You’re so pretty,” I told her. “Everyone wants to feel your insides with their cock. I’m just helping my husband out. He wanted to stick his cock in you and I like watching him fuck. Can you fuck his cock for me, Jane?” “This is weird,” she cried. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up and down on my husband’s cock. I loved watching the way she grimaced as his big dick split her open. Her screams became more and more panicked as she realized that she couldn’t get away and that she was being raped. She had hatred in her eyes as she watched me helping him rape her. I climbed up onto her face and lowered my pussy down onto her mouth. “Lick me,” I commanded and she didn’t look happy about it but she licked. She was still screaming as she ate my pussy and I could tell that it was upsetting her that she was cumming so hard from the experience. “Yeah, cum you little slut. Only real sluts like it when they get fucked this hard,” he told her. “Only real sluts cum when they eat pussy,” I added and I watched as my words made her cum even harder. “Good girl. Cum for me!” She was gasping for air and sputtering as she tried to push me off of her. I pushed back, knowing she couldn’t breathe. “Yeah honey, her pussy is squeezing my dick. Choke her more! Yeah!” Curtis looked like he was about to cum hard and so I kept Jane buried in my pussy and fucked her face until I was cumming. Curtis was cumming too and I couldn’t help but think how romantic it was that we were raping Jane together like this. We had cum at the same time while doing it, too! It was a new level of pleasure for both of us. Curtis came to a stop and I climbed off of her face. She lay there, her eyes glazed over and staring at the ceiling. She looked so broken and vacant. It made my pussy ache for more. Curtis was looking at her glassy-eyed stare as well. I caught his eye. “That was nice, Jane,” he praised her. “You want more, don’t you?” He patted her pussy as he pulled his cock from her and deposited her back onto the couch cushion. She said nothing, still blank and empty from being raped. “Did you like that Jane?” I asked. Still, she said nothing. “Should I get back on your face and ride you?” She nodded. “Is that a yes?” “Yeah, she wants you to ride her face. Do it!” Curtis was amused. Jane wanted more rape. “Here we go, slut. Stick that tongue back in my pussy.” She dutifully obeyed. “That’s my girl. Now lick my clit. Good fucking girl. If you do a good job Curtis will get hard again and use your pussy again. Would you like that?” She nodded. “Do you see this slut?” I asked Curtis. “She wants it.”“Well, let me give it to her.” He took his place between her legs and stuck his big cock into her. “You’re a little rape slut, Jane!” I said cruelly. “Her pussy just gushed when you said that. She really does like this. You like being raped, Jane?” Her face was buried in my pussy but we both clearly saw her trying to nod her head yes. She knew what she was now. She was our rape slut. She was owning it. She had thought she was coming over to pack boxes but it turned out there was only one box that actually needed packing. Her box. -- source link