slut-solutions:“Don’t worry, you can stay with me. You can sleep on the couch. I don’t think you’re
slut-solutions:“Don’t worry, you can stay with me. You can sleep on the couch. I don’t think you’re in any condition to drive home,” Max wrapped his arm around me and helped me to his car. He was such a nice guy. He’d always been there for me and I trusted him as a friend. He got me to his house and helped me out of the car and to the bathroom where I promptly threw up. He got me a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste and by the time I got out of the bathroom he had some kind of weird drink in his hand. “This is my grandmother’s cure for hangovers,” he told me as he handed me the drink. “I don’t know if I can drink it,” I said honestly. My stomach was not happy. “Just trust me. You’ll drink it and you’ll wake up feeling refreshed.” “What’s in it?” I asked, taking a tentative sip. It looked nasty but when I tasted it I was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted a lot like applesauce. “The recipe is a secret. It’s called The Hangover Cure by my grandmother. She passed on the recipe to me but she swore me to secrecy.” “Mmm. It’s not bad,” I admitted. I drank down a good portion of the drink as Max sat next to me massaging my shoulders. It felt good but I was a bit worried that he was trying to make a move on me. We’d been friends for several years and I knew that he had a crush on me, just like most of the guys that I was friends with. I wondered if it was actually possible for men and women to be just friends or if there would always be feelings somehow involved in all my male friendships. “How are you feeling now?” he asked. “Surprisingly good. You’re right. My stomach doesn’t hurt at all now. What is in that?” “I told you. It’s a secret. Let me grab you a pillow and blanket,” he walked down the hall and when he returned he placed the pillow under my head and the blanket on top of me. “I need to take off this bra,” I told him and I sat up and attempted to get my bra off from under my dress. I finally wrangled it free and set it on the coffee table. “Max?” “Yes?” “I’m sleepy.” “Go to sleep then. I’ll turn out the lights.” I heard him get up to turn off lights and by the time I was in darkness I was fast asleep. I was thankful to have a friend like Max, someone I could rely on. I woke up to a jarring feeling like my body was moving but my mind was standing still. I didn’t know what was happening and I felt the motion of being rocked as if I was in a cradle. I could feel a glorious pleasure moving through me and I was too passed out to recognize that Max was on top of me, fucking me. It took me a while to piece everything together, but by the time I figured it out I was already cumming. I let out a long, slow moan and he paused. “Still asleep?” he asked me and I played dead, not really sure what I should do. No one ever tells you what it’s going to be like when you are really raped. I had always thought that it would be different than it was if I were raped. I thought it would be some stranger in an alleyway or something. My good friend on top of me while I was asleep was not what I had pictured in my mind, and I had no idea what to do. Should I try to fight him off? Should I let it happen? I came hard for Max then, my body betraying me, seizing up with a sick, twisted pleasure. He didn’t stop fucking me, working his cock in and out of me like he owned me. He probably planned the whole thing, and my mind flashed back to that hangover cure drink. Had he drugged me? “Take my dick you stupid bitch!” I heard Max growl as he held my body in place so he could fuck it harder and deeper. I felt my pelvis move towards his cock with every thrust. It felt so good the way he was fucking me and even though it was rape, I really didn’t want him to stop. There were a lot of feelings bouncing around inside of me. I felt betrayed and angry, but I also felt aroused and eager to be fucked. I pretended to be asleep as I tried my best to cum on Max’s cock without screaming. I didn’t want him to know I was awake. I realized then that I wanted him to finish using me. I wanted him to think I was asleep so I could see what he really had planned for me. I wondered how far he would take things and if I could handle the amount of sex he wanted to have with my limp, lifeless body. “God your pussy is so tight!’ he said to me as if he knew I was awake. I wonder if he could tell that I was silently, passively taking his cock now. I wondered if he could tell that I was only pretending to be asleep. He pounded my pussy, making me cum so fucking hard that I couldn’t stop the actual screams from coming out of me. He didn’t stop fucking me even though I was screaming. Instead, he wrapped his hands around my neck and choked me. Now my eyes were open and I was really fighting him. “I see you’re awake. And cumming like a slut on my dick,” Max smirked at me, still pounding my pussy with his cock. “I hope you like anal.” I said nothing as he let go of my neck and pulled his cock from my pussy and shoved it roughly into my asshole. I let out a scream of pain and he looked down at me with a sinister stare. “Take my cock in your ass, you slut. You came all fucking night in your sleep as I fucked you.” “Why? Why are you doing this?” I cried. “Because you need my cock. You just didn’t realize it. And now you know.” He brutally fucked my ass, his hands back on my neck. I screamed loudly for him, knowing it didn’t matter anymore now that he knew I was awake. I had never cum as hard as I was cumming with Max, and I’d never thought I could cum so hard from anal. Now, Max was proving me all kinds of wrong and using me in ways I never realized I craved to be used. “Max! Oh my God! Yes!” I screamed and I felt myself cum so hard that I knew my asshole was clenching down on his cock like a vice grip. He let out a cry of release and I knew he was cumming up inside of my ass. I knew I should have been mad. I knew that Max had raped me, but I had cum so hard and so much that I wasn’t really mad at Max. I was madder at myself for not fucking him sooner. It was weird, but I felt a lot closer to Max since he’d deposited his cum in my asshole. It was like I had a little piece of him inside me. Max climbed off of me, pulling his cock from my asshole. I rolled over, pretending to be asleep. “I know you’re not asleep,” he said. “I know you’re pretending. Look, I’m sorry about fucking you like that. I hope you don’t hate me.” I pretended to be asleep and he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me onto my back. “Come on. You’re not really asleep, are you? If I wake you up maybe you’ll want to fuck me for real?” He was testing me. I could sense it. “Fine. I’m not asleep.” “Does that mean you want more cock?” he asked me, hopefully. “If not, I totally understand.” “Max?” “Yeah?” “Can we do it again, just like last time? You know with me asleep and you fucking me in my sleep?” I asked tentatively. “So you’re not mad then?” he asked. “No. I’m horny and I came really good. I want more.” “Give me one second,” he said and he disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with another special drink. “Here you go.” “What is in this?” I asked again. “It’s Grandma’s secret recipe and I’m not telling,” he watched me drink it and I could see his cock already hard in his pants as he waited for me to pass out. I wondered what would happen this time. I couldn’t wait to find out. -- source link