slut-problems:Don was a nice guy. He gave me rides to and from soccer practice in his mini van when
slut-problems:Don was a nice guy. He gave me rides to and from soccer practice in his mini van when my parents were to busy to get me there. At first nothing out of the ordinary happened. I came to depend on him for rides. We chatted mindlessly about things of no consequences. One day he pulled off of the freeway onto Melba Creek Road. It wasn’t the way to practice. “Where are you going? I asked him, alarmed. “I think you made a wrong turn!” “I know where I’m going,” he said in a controlled voice. “I have something I want to show you.” “Okay, well I don’t want to be late for practice. Coach will make me run the entire time I’m there!” “I think you should skip practice today. This is more important,” he explained. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You’ll see,” he said as he pulled off the main road onto a dirt trail. I looked over at him. He had an intensity in his eyes I’d never seen before. He pulled the truck to the side of the dirt road and turned to me. “What do you think of this spot?” he asked me. “For what?” I asked, still not understanding why he had driven me out into the middle of nowhere. I could still see the freeway in the distance, the cars moving quickly by. “Get naked,” he told me. It took me a moment to process what he had said and so he said it again. “I said, get naked!” His voice was more forceful the second time and it scared me. “Why?” I asked him, my eyes finally meeting his, questioningly. “I’m going to fuck you. That’s why!” he told me. “No. I don’t want to have sex with you! You’re my friend! I thought you were so nice for driving me to practice and now I find out that all you wanted was to fuck me? That’s fucked up!” I cried. “I’m leaving!” I tried to open the door, but I found the door wouldn’t open. “Child locks, honey. It’s a thing.” He smiled at me, but his smile had a sarcasm to it. He was taunting me. “Let me out!” I screamed. I pulled at the door handle so hard that I thought I was going to pull it off. He already had his clothes off and he began to pull at mine until he had them off of me. I struggled against him, but he seemed to like it when I struggled. I could see his cock getting harder when he realized how scared I really was. I tried hard to backtrack, to hide my fear. He was feeding off of it. He had me naked. He pushed the passenger seat back and then he climbed on top of me and forced my legs apart. I fought with all my might, but I wasn’t strong enough to keep his cock out of me. I was crying and screaming but there was no one out there to hear my cries. He fucked my pussy hard and deep and I prayed that he would cum quickly and that it would be over, but it was far from over. He flipped me over onto my stomach and entered me from behind. He grabbed me by the hair and I tensed my whole body up as he shoved his cock into me. He brutally fucked my pussy, using me as if I were nothing more than a blow up doll. He didn’t seem to care that I was crying or that I didn’t want this. In fact, he seemed to be getting off on the fact that I hated it. I could feel his hard cock surging inside of me as he used my pussy. I hated him so much! I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me! I cried and screamed and prayed, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. His cock was fucking me when all of a sudden a wave of pleasure washed over me. I began to cum, my orgasm overtaking my small body. I’d never cum this hard while i was having sex before. In fact, before that day I had never cum from vaginal penetration at all. Now, suddenly, my rapist’s cock was making me cum. I didn’t know whether to be happy or disgusted, but I hated myself for cumming on his dick. He was a rapist! I wasn’t supposed to like it. My body liked it. I came hard. Again. Then again. He kept fucking me until he had finally had his fill. He came hard, right inside of me. “I hope I get you pregnant, you little slut,” he said as he made his deposit into my vagina. Then he released me. “Get dressed,” he told me as he dressed himself. We said nothing as he pulled the car back to the freeway. He drove me to practice and told me he would be there to pick me up, as if nothing was wrong, as if he hadn’t just taken a detour to rape me. The whole practice I was scared of what would happen on the way home, but when I got in the car he seemed like the old Don I knew, the one I knew before he raped me. He took me home and nothing horrible happened. I was afraid to tell anyone what had happened and so I kept letting Don take me to practice. Sometimes he would make a detour and use my pussy, but most of the time he would just drive me to practice. I never knew what type of day it was going to be until he turned off of the freeway, only from that point on I was a lot more willing and I came a lot harder than I should have on Don’s cock. I always pretended not to like it and fought against him because I knew he liked it, but I had started to really like being raped by him. Every time he told me he hoped he put a baby in me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it but I wasn’t on birth control and he was fucking me bareback. -- source link