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    Home » When is rape not rape? When she says yes (fiction)

    When is rape not rape? When she says yes (fiction)

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    By sexcostories on November 23, 2021 Rape Sex Stories, Sex Stories
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    I did nothing wrong. What I did was not illegal, and I
    won’t go to jail.

    Was it ethical? Moral, religiously, politically
    correct… probably not. But it wasn’t really illegal.
    Obviously I don’t want my name associated with the
    events though. Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever
    done something so deliciously, saucy, so utterly wicked
    that it makes you giggle just a bit? To plan it, to
    execute it, to get away with it–and then be unable to
    tell anyone…it’s maddening. It is not fair. God bless
    the Internet. I’m going to tell you what I did, what I
    will continue to do.

    I’m writing this story under my pen name “Jaz.” It’s not
    the first one, far from it. I’ve posted 27 nasty fics
    before this. The only difference is this one is really
    true. I’ve been fascinated by rape, and to a lesser
    extent incest since I was a teenager. It was a dark,
    dirty secret that I kept hidden from all who know me.
    The idea of forcing, tricking, humiliating a tasty,
    little cuntwich, breaking her, bending her to my will…
    I don’t have the words to express how much I wanted to
    do that in real life. It’s been my fantasy for as long
    as I can remember, but I never have crossed that line.
    You see, I am a coward. I was simply too afraid to act
    on my desires. Oh I’d dream about it, write about even.

    But I am an intelligent man. I know myself. It was a
    simple equation, if I rape a girl/woman once I will
    enjoy it. If I enjoy it I will do it again and again
    with other women. If I do it enough times THEN the law
    of averages demands I will be caught. THEN I will lose
    my job. Then I will go to jail. As a Rapist in Jail, I
    will be raped myself. Being a gutless bastard, I never
    took the chance, never had the courage to take the risk.
    I am 32 years old and I thought rape would forever be
    just beyond my grasp. Then god (um ok maybe it was
    someone else) smiled upon me, and showed me how to get
    what I wanted. Better still it is completely legal, I
    won’t go to jail, ergo I won’t be raped myself. Here’s
    how it happened.

    “Bring! Professor Jaz! Wait up I need to talk to you.”

    I could not quite place the face of the young lady
    calling my name. She was very pretty. She looked like a
    friendly, intelligent, kid. Not quite innocent, but
    certainly no slut. She was sexy, but did not seem to
    know it. In a few years she’d grow into herself.
    Perfect, the kind of girl I would love to humiliate,
    dreamed of raping. The ass on her swayed seductively.
    Her sweet tits were made to be sucked. Her mouth looked
    like it would just barely fit around my dick, she might
    gag a little but she was a good girl, I knew she’d
    swallow.

    “Yes, what can I do to you, Ms…”

    “Johnson, Susan Johnson. I’m in your Intro to Creative
    Writing class this semester. I need some help passing
    it…I have missed a few classes,” she mumbled as her
    voice trailed off to nothing.

    Oh god I remembered her now. I had barely seen the girl
    in months. As a tenured professor in a major eastern
    university I have seen it before. It always made me mad.
    Students take a puff class like Creative Writing, so
    they can coast along to an easy B , while devoting the
    extra time and energy to other classes, or partying.
    I’ve seen it, but rarely to this degree. There was less
    than a month to go in the semester. That meant a term
    paper, and the final exam. It did represent a combined
    60% of the grade.

    Theoretically there was a chance…

    “Ms. Johnson I don’t see how I can help you. It is too
    late. I’d have to check my records but you are failing
    quite severely. You have not been attending class other
    than to take the tests, and have missed several quizzes.
    What precisely do you expect me to do?”

    We had been walking the whole time and finally reached
    my office. I sat down and scowled at her from across my
    desk.

    “Please Professor Jaz, I need your help. I don’t know
    what to do. I failed Chem. class already, my parents
    won’t continue to pay if my grades drop below a B-. I
    can’t fail Creative Writing. I’ll do anything. Special
    projects, extra assignments. Just help me… pleasse,”
    she said as she whined, and begged, and dripped her
    tears on my floor. I remember getting very hot, and
    itchy as the plan came to me. She’d do anything?!! I
    could have this girl against her will but with her
    consent! I had to be careful, I did not want to expose
    myself, or scare her off.

    “Ms. Johnson, stop crying. I hate to see a pretty young
    woman in tears(Sigh). I’ll try to help you, but I need
    to give it some thought. You will have to work around my
    schedule. Here is my address. Meet me at my apt at
    10pm.”

    “Oh thank you Professor Jaz, I can’t believe this, thank
    you,” she squealed as she gave me an impulsive hug.

    The tips of her nipples mashed into me, and I wondered
    what they tasted like. Were her tits salty, or sweet?
    Were they fat round ones, or perky cone shaped tits that
    sat high and proud on her chest? I would find out soon.

    I had work to do. I spent the rest of the afternoon on
    the Internet, and in the law library. I needed to know
    what the Code was in my state. I checked, Susan was 19
    years old, so I was safe from statutory rape charges.
    Next I looked up blackmail. It was quite confusing. In
    essence it is a puzzle, wrapped in mystery, surrounded
    by an enigma. No two definitions completely agree.

    In my state here is the legal definition:

    “BLACKMAIL – A criminal act of extortion, malicious
    threatening to do injury to another to compel him to do
    an act against his will. Usually involves the threat to
    release information, often true, about the person that
    will defame his reputation or bring criminal actions
    against him. The criminality lies not in the release of
    the information – at least if true – but in the
    extortionate aspects of the threat to do so.”

    What I planned would be very different than this. I
    would not be malicious. Susan would get something she
    wanted out of our arrangement. It was straight Quid Pro
    Quo. I got what I wanted, she got what she needed. I
    really would help her. I certainly had no desire to
    “release information” about what we did together. I
    wanted it kept secret as much as she would.

    The other legal concept I investigated was coercion.

    Here is an excerpt from what I found on Coercion law:
    “…but only because of force or coercion in the form of
    intimidation and threats of bodily harm to himself or
    his family…intimidation or coercion must be present
    and immediate, and must be of such a nature that it
    induces a reasonable and well-founded fear of death or
    serious bodily injury to one’s self or someone else; and
    there must be no reasonable opportunity to escape the
    coercion…”

    I was not going to threaten her with bodily harm, she
    would have every opportunity to leave. No statutory, no
    blackmail, no coercion, no rape, no crime, no jail.

    Bottom line, Susan would make the decision–it would be
    her choice, every step of the way. If she said no, she
    was free. Free to leave, free to fail, free to accept
    responsibility for what she had done, free to flip
    burgers, or type in an office. She was free to sell her
    body on the street or worse sell it to her husband.

    No, if I read her right that was not the freedom Susan
    wanted. She would give herself to me, allow me to have
    her sweet tender young body. She just would not like it,
    heh. Tough shit. No it was not rape, it was BETTER.

    She arrived at 10pm on the dot.

    “Ding Dong Susan come in, have a seat.”

    “Thanks Professor Jaz, I love your house.”

    “When we are not at school how about I call you Susan,
    and you call me Jaz. Now then here is Roger Berkeley’s
    first dissertation on creative thought. Why don’t you
    read through Chapter his essay on Dissociative thought
    and we’ll get started.”

    I had intentionally picked an advanced , and confusing
    author for Susan to review. Roger Berkley was a pompous
    ass who liked the sound of his own voice. His
    conflicting ramblings would be impossible for Susan to
    decipher.

    It took her an hour to realize it. When she did, when
    she was desperate she started to cry.

    “Susan, what’s wrong how can I help…come here tell Jaz
    all about it.”

    More than anything else the teenager wanted comfort. She
    wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything would
    be ok. She came to me as I held open my arms and held
    her in a fatherly embrace. I walked her to the couch and
    pulled her down next to me, still keeping one arm around
    her shoulders as I made gentle shushing sounds and
    stroked her hair.

    “What am I going to do? I can’t understand anything he
    is saying! I’m so stupid. My life is over, I’m going to
    flunk, and get kicked out of here. Oh god Jaz what am I
    going to do?!”

    “Sigh… you are in a tough spot Susan. You have put
    yourself in a difficult position. I’m sympathetic to a
    point. I think we have to give up on you passing this
    course legitimately. It’s just too late.”

    “Professor… what do you mean? Is there a way you would
    let me pass this course another way? I’ll do anything…
    uh, well almost anything…” her voice trailed off.

    “I said I was sympathetic, there is a reason for it.
    When I went for my doctorate. I almost failed. I would
    have but my Professor allowed me to pass. She needed a
    service done, and I needed a grade. We worked out a fair
    trade. Nobody got hurt and we were both happy with the
    results.”

    “Er, um what did you have in mind?” Susan began to
    realize how close she was sitting to me, how my arm
    wrapped around her possessively. My hand was touching
    the side of her left breast in an innocent, friendly
    manner. She was alone in a large man’s house,
    practically sitting in his lap. For the first time she
    became uncomfortable. Heh, not for long.

    “Susan, I’m going to tell you a secret, how you can help
    me. If you do, I’ll make sure you pass my course. You
    can never tell anyone. If you do, you’ll ruin me, and
    I’ll destroy you. I’m… gay. The Dean of this
    University is a raging homophobe, and so are most of the
    senior faculty. If word gets out they’ll find a way to
    fire me. Some people are already suspicious. I’ve been
    discreet, but shit, I’m 32, unmarried, and don’t date.”

    “So here’s the favor. I need a distraction. I need a
    young, attractive female to pretend that she is madly in
    love with me. That we are lovers. Nothing major. A few
    steamy public kisses, some light petting, and slight
    nudity where others can see. A few love letters from
    you. Then a major, screaming breakup. I’ll get a slap on
    the wrist for dating a student, but they’ll all think
    I’m straight and will leave me alone. You will pass my
    class. Win/Win. Do we have a deal?”

    She he was quiet for a few seconds. Then she agreed.

    “Ok, then let’s figure out how we are gong to make this
    look realistic.”

    First I pulled out some old student’s term papers, and
    helped her understand them. We studied for about an
    hour. I gave her several to review. She had to be able
    to write her own, convincingly enough, so that if her
    grade was questioned her work would be believable. Susan
    was a bright girl, and she did fine. I could tell she
    was in a good mood. She would pass, and would not have
    to go home. Now it was my turn.

    “Susan we have a problem. Um, I have never kissed a
    girl. I can’t look like a gay man kissing a woman when
    we do it in public. I have to look like an experienced
    kisser. More than that–WE have to look like people who
    are used to kissing each other, who like it. We are
    going to have to practice a lot. I don’t see any way we
    can avoid it.” She blushed prettily, but said she
    understood. I asked her lots of questions about how she
    liked to be kissed, where I should put my hands, where
    to put my tongue. I pretended to be a shy, nervous,
    pansy.

    It was easy. My brother is gay. I can just imagine him,
    or one of his friends making out with a girl, I acted
    the way I thought they would act. The first time I
    kissed her I intentionally bumped her head. Then I
    missed her lips and kissed the side of her nose.

    “Stop laughing at me. I’m sorry, I’m trying, I don’t
    know what I’m doing. It’s useless, I’ll never pass for
    straight.”

    “Jaz it’s ok, I’ll teach you. We have time. We’ll
    practice until we look convincing.” I spent the next
    hour sucking Susan’s pretty face. Slowly I learned how
    to kiss. Nibbling her pouty lips, holding her close,
    hugging her tight as we made out. My hands played with
    her belly and her ribcage. She gripped my ass. I wanted
    her so bad, but I knew it would be a mistake. Around 1am
    I knew we had to stop. Susan was clearly worked up. She
    was breathing hard and almost ready for me. Yup it was
    time to stop. I erased all traces of lust from my face.

    “Thank you for helping Ms. Johnson, I think I’m starting
    to get the hang of this. Why don’t we meet back here
    tomorrow and practice some more. Here are two papers for
    you to study, as well as my personal lecture notes and
    the final exam from 3 years ago. Study them well. You
    will really have to learn the material. You are not just
    a beautiful young woman. You are an intelligent student,
    and I know you can do this. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

    She kissed me quickly and hugged me tight before saying,
    “Thanks again Jaz, you are the best.”

    Over the course of the next week my evenings were very
    busy. Susan came over every night and we practiced being
    on dates. Watching movies, talking like lovers, holding
    hands. I purchased several gay porn mags. I left them
    out where she could see them. I told her that I used
    them so I could get hard for her. You see, to be
    realistic I needed to get hard after a passionate kiss.

    Occasionally I brushed her nipples through her clothing
    and grinded my cock deep in her crotch area, while
    kissing her. Sometimes I played with her jean covered
    ass, while sucking her tongue, or playing with her tits
    through her clothes. When things started getting too
    heavy I’d stop so she could study. I really did teach
    her the material, she would be able to pass.

    I helped her write her love letters to me. She told me
    how much she needed me, how much she wanted me to fuck
    her. I made it sound like it was all one sided, that
    nothing had happened yet.

    Here is the excerpt from one: “I love you Professor Jaz.
    I know we can be together one day. I need you so bad. I
    want to give myself to you, to surrender. It drives me
    crazy when other women look at you. I need you, you are
    mine. One day you will admit that to yourself. One day
    you will make me your wife. I dream about you every
    night. How it will feel when I am pinned beneath you.
    When your strong hands cup and caress me, mold my flesh.
    Fuck me Jaz, please god, fuck me! I am your property,
    and I need to be thickly fucked by you. I will be so
    good master, I will obey you. Please just give me a
    chance. Sincerely, Your little slave, Susie.”

    She was quite embarrassed by the letter but agreed to
    sign it, doused it in her perfume, and lipstick kissed
    it.

    It was time.

    Susan still did not understand what I had planned for
    her. You see I did not want to simply kiss her, play
    with her ass, and fondle her tits. Through her clothes I
    wanted to RAPE HER!!

    She had no clue what I was setting her up for. Remember,
    I’m not gay and nobody on campus thought I was. That was
    all a lie. I needed to convince people that Susan was an
    obsessed stalker, who had fixated on me. I took Susan’s
    letter to a few of my friends. co-Professors, and Sr.
    faculty.

    I told them all how I was shocked and very upset about
    the wild crush one of my students had on me. I did not
    want to ruin the poor girl but I needed to protect
    myself. I went to these people in confidence and asked
    them not to tell anyone. I was careful not to give
    Susan’s last name. I wanted people to know I had a sex
    slut student, who was obsessed with me. If it ever got
    out I wanted my version of events to be the only one
    that counted.

    I instructed Susan to meet me at my office, at 4pm. She
    didn’t know it but I had scheduled several of my
    students to meet me there that afternoon to help them
    with their term paper. They were all gathered in the
    hallway, waiting for me to come out, when Susan knocked
    on the door demanding to see me.

    “Jaz, please let me in, I love you. I need to talk with
    you, I missed you so much. I’m so horny, I need you
    inside of me. Pleassse!” She said in a loud tone that
    could be heard in the hallway, as she closed the door
    behind her.

    I came around the desk to meet her and began kissing her
    wildly. I opened her blouse and fondled her tits
    roughly, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her
    bra, the way I knew she liked it. She had become used to
    my touch, craved it on some level. The public display
    excited her, and it only took a few seconds to get her
    visibly hot. I pressed her up against the door sucking
    her bottom lip and thrusting my crotch into her skirt
    while playing with her juicy ass.

    Then I opened the door, so everyone could see us.

    “Ms Johnson, please let me go. Stop touching me this
    instant. I am your teacher, control yourself. As I’ve
    told you before there can be nothing between us. It
    would be unethical. Button your shirt and never, bother
    me again. Are we clear!” I said as I thrust her away
    from me. Susan was stunned, completely surprised. She
    burst into tears, with a dazed look on her face.

    It looked exactly like a woman who had been spurned and
    betrayed by the man she loved. One of the female
    students went to console her. A glance at the crowd
    around her and we both knew the rumor would spread
    quickly. She wanted me, and I refused her. Perfect!

    Susan did not call me that night. The next day was the
    final exam. She came to class and barely looked my way.
    All around her people were whispering. She seemed
    focused on the task ahead and blocked them out. Susan
    did an amazing job. She earned an 81.For a student who
    had missed most of the year that was incredible, our
    study sessions had paid off.

    I gave her a 73.

    She was not happy. That night she pounded on my door.
    She had clearly been crying but now she was just angry.

    “Why did you treat me that way yesterday. You made me
    look like a total slut, a whore. Then you give me this
    bullshit score. How could you do that, a 73, that does
    me no good. I’m still going to fail!”

    “Susan, our agreement was very clear. I needed people
    to believe I’m straight. I also need to keep my job.
    I can’t have them thinking we are really lovers.
    Especially if I am going to give you a passing grade
    that you don’t deserve. We would have been under a
    microscope if people knew I loved you. This way I get
    what I want, and so do you, with no risk to either one
    of us. I said I would help you pass the course. I will
    honey. You need a 91 on your term paper to receive a 69
    for the year. You will get it. I promise.”

    “B–b–but I don’t just want to scrape by with a D, I
    need at least a B,” she whined.

    “Susan, you’ve got to be kidding me, that was not our
    agreement. You’d be exposing us both to extreme risk.
    For an F- student to suddenly get as and Bs on the Final
    and Term Paper is unheard of. Why would I risk it?”

    Here was the tricky part. I needed her to make the
    offer, to come up with the suggestion. It needed it to
    be her idea.

    “Well, maybe we could work out another deal…?”

    I pretended to think about it for a long time. I knew
    exactly what I wanted. I decided to go for it.

    “Susan… I have to admit, our kissing practice has
    sometimes left me a little horny. I know I’m gay, and
    you are a woman but sometimes… I, well I guess I’m a
    little curious. What does a nude, aroused beautiful
    woman look like. I’m an amateur photographer. It
    occurred to me that I’d enjoy posing you. Seeing you
    naked, wet, and spread wide open. I’ve never wanted to
    see a woman that way before but I want to see you like
    that. I want you on film. If you let me, I will change
    your scores to get you a B. So do we have a deal?” She
    was quiet and shaking.

    “I’ll do it, but nobody can ever find out. I mean these
    have to be private, ok?” I opened my arms and she came
    to me. I held my little girl tight and began kissing her
    hard. I played with her more aggressively than I ever
    had before. Slowly I opened her blouse.

    “I am going to strip you naked right now and get a few
    shots ok sweetie… good. You just relax and let me have
    you the way I want. Do you want a drink? ”

    I got her 12 oz glass of vodka and mixed in a little
    fruit juice. She drank it in a few quick gulps. I then
    got my Olympus Camedia C-4040 zoom and my Sharp Viewcam.
    We started kissing again. She tasted so sweet, so
    innocent. It did not take long to get her shirt off and
    bra undone. Her 34-c’s were right in front of me. I got
    to my knees and cupped her ass, while sucking her bare
    breast flesh for the first time. She really tensed up.

    “Uh, ah Jaz what are you doing?! This is just a picture
    right, we’re not going to, ah…Why are you sucking me?
    You’re touching my ass, rubbing it, mashing it hard.
    What is going on, are you. er, um trying to have s–s–
    sex with me?” she stuttered, sputtered and stammered
    while pulling away from me.

    “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m gay. I told you it would be an
    erotic picture. I want your nipples hard. I want to see
    lust in your eyes. Total, slutty abandon. Lets be clear.
    I want you wet, dripping with sex, sweat, and saliva.
    It’s just art. If you want that B that is the price,” I
    reminded her. She closed her eyes, nodded her head and
    accepted her fate. Susan let lust and alcohol wash over
    her. She was very tense and did not like the camera
    recording her, but she knew what she had to do.

    “I guess don’t have a choice. I need that B,” she said
    in a resigned voice. Her nipples were hard and slick the
    way they should be. The camcorder was running, but I
    wanted a couple of still photos.

    “Play with your tits Susan, squeeze them together. Good,
    great. Now rub your nipples for me, oh god you are so
    hot. The look on her face was special to me.

    She clearly was embarrassed. A pretty little blush added
    just the right amount of color. She did not want this,
    but she was desperate. I put the camera down and
    finished stripping her naked. She was crying now as I
    licked her tears away. I picked her up and cradled her
    in my arms. I kissed her gently as I carried her into my
    bedroom and spread her on my bed.

    “Don’t move,” I said as I went out and grabbed the 2
    cameras. I set the viewcam on the tripod and zoomed in
    on her pussy area. Susan open your legs wide, smile at
    the camera for me. Hmmm, no that won’t do. Let me help.”
    I crawled between her legs and spread them far apart.

    “I need your pussy wet for this shot so, I’ going to
    give you a few orgasms, ok?” Her beautiful eyes were
    wide with panic, and she did not speak. She gritted her
    teeth and nodded assent. I had it on camera. I made her
    spread her legs wide, and peeled her pussy open. I
    sniffed, and licked and sucked and slobbered all over
    her cunt for the next 10 minutes.

    She smelled like wet cotton and fabric softener, mixed
    with “Sugar and spice and everything nice.” I took my
    time, building her lust, raising her temperature. I
    could tell she was trying hard not to let me see her
    orgasm, not to let me taste her sweetness. Fine you want
    to play games slut. I can play games.

    “Susan, I need a shot of your ass. Get up on all fours
    and hold it open for me. I’m going to lick it for a
    while. I want to stick my finger inside of you and make
    you cum on my hand.” I got down on the bed next to her
    and grabbed that perfect ass in both hands. She
    squealed, as I spread her open, and put my face right
    into her butt.

    I took deep, loving breaths and kissed her so gently. My
    Susan has an ass and a half. So thick and juicy and
    plump it made my mouth water. Her juices were salty and
    sweet. I enjoyed watching her moan. Hold it open for me,
    Do it Susan, do it right now,” I commanded as I slowly
    stuck my index finger in her anus.

    It seemed I had finally gone too far. Susan began
    shaking her head, crying hysterically.

    “NO! Get your hands out of me. I can’t I can’t do that.
    Look Jaz how far is this going to go, I mean I did not
    know you wanted pictures like this. I am a virgin, I’m a
    good girl. Sure I’ve fooled around a little, and I’m not
    ashamed of my body… but this is sick. I mean I feel
    dirty, violated. I don’t want to do this.”

    “Susan I’m sorry, I had no idea. You are in control
    here. If you say stop, we stop. I’m disappointed, but I
    understand,” I had left my finger inside her ass the
    whole time, moving it around in small circles as we
    talked, but now I dragged it out of her tight butt. I
    helped her to her feet, and gave her a tight hug and a
    quick kiss. Then she went outside and got dressed.

    I thought it was over. I had come so close to raping
    sweet, virginal Susan–but I had failed.

    Or did I.

    Three days later Susan knocked on my door and asked to
    see me. I was surprised to see her but invited her in.
    She looked very scared in a quiet, broken sort of way.

    “Susan honey, what’s wrong. You can tell me. Why did you
    come here?” She was shaking uncontrollably and took
    several deep breaths before she could tell me, before
    she could make herself say the words. “I got a C in
    Calculus. I thought I would get an A, maybe a B, but I
    got a C. I need a B- overall to stay in school.

    I did the math Jaz. You are my only hope. I need an A+
    in you course to pull it off. I’ll do it. I’ll pose any
    way you want me to. I’ll hold my vagina open while you
    get me wet. You can suck my tits until they are slick.
    I, I’ll even let you do those things to my ass, if I
    have to, if you make me. Please, I need an A+. As long
    as you keep the pictures private, I’ll do whatever you
    say, anything you want she choked and sobbed, while snot
    dripped down her nose and tears moistened her pretty
    face.

    “Shh, baby, it will be ok. We’ll figure something out. I
    won’t let you down. Take all your clothes off and
    snuggle up tight with we while I think it over.” Susan
    froze for a few seconds. She did not seem to want to
    process what I had told her. I was holding my breath if
    she would follow orders, if she would obey… she was
    mine. She did. Slowly, the pretty, blonde 19-year-old
    virgin took off her shirt and shoes and jeans. A few
    seconds later her bra and panties followed. She held one
    hand across her breasts, and the other covered her
    privates. She looked perfect. Sad, and scared, simply
    delicious.

    “Susan sit in my lap please, let me hold you, let me
    play with you.” She woodenly walked over to me and
    gingerly sat in my lap. I hugged her tight, she was so
    soft, smelled so sweet. I cupped her breasts and began
    teasing her nipples. Susan had slightly larger than
    average tits, that were perky and cone shaped. Her red
    nipples quickly hardened and I enjoyed rubbing and
    flicking them.

    I could not help kissing her. Little pecks and nips at
    first that gradually deepened. Her breath came in little
    gasps and puffs in my mouth. She made these sexy little
    grunts of displeasure as I searched for her tongue, and
    chewed her bottom lip. My hands stayed on her tits as I
    held the little slut.

    It must have been a good 15 minutes before she said,
    “Jaz…uh when are you going to get the camera. How do
    you want me to pose? I ignored her. I liked the way her
    warm bottom felt through my shorts. Her flat tummy was
    so sexy and my dick was hard, in my shorts, pressing
    into the crack of her ass. She was wet now, I could
    smell her. Susan was squirming with unwanted arousal. It
    was time.

    “Susan we need to talk. I want to be honest with you.
    I’m not gay. I’m a normal horny male. Remember that
    while I play with your fresh pussy some more… do you
    like my finger inside of you? I do. So, you need an A+.
    That’s ridiculous, that’s a fantasy. You earned an F in
    my class, and now you want an A+! I’ll say it again,
    that’s sheer fantasy. If you want a fantasy from me…
    then I want one from you. I want you to fulfill my
    ultimate sexual fantasy. Susan, I want your permission
    to rape you.”

    “For 2 days you will stay here, naked, helpless under my
    complete control. You can fight a little, scream, beg,
    cry–and I will rape you. Hard, without mercy. Without
    any mercy. I will of course tape you, I want to remember
    this luscious body of yours. I will enjoy raping you for
    the rest of my life. So few rapists have their work on
    film. Two days of me fucking your face, your pussy, your
    tits… oh I’m going to love you. My finger is in you
    now, but soon it will be my cock. I can’t wait to fuck
    you little one.”

    “I won’t lie, I’m going to hurt you some… but it won’t
    be too bad. I won’t cut you, or punch you. I just want a
    nice normal rape. When the two days are up I will give
    you the A+. Do we have a deal?”

    Susan could not speak at first. While I was talking she
    had slowly slipped into a major orgasm, and was cumming
    on my hands. She looked in dazed, disbelief as I licked
    her juices from my hand and then smeared them on my
    face.

    “Y–you can’t be serious. You’re not really going to
    rape me? You’d go to jail. Please don’t make me do this.
    Help!”

    “Shhh, Susan. I promise I won’t do anything unless you
    say it is ok. You are free to leave. It has to be your
    choice. I want to rape you very, very much. You want an
    A+. It’s up to you, decide if it is a fair trade. You
    are free to go. Free to fail. Free to get kicked out of
    school, and work as a secretary, or a waitress. I admit
    it, I want to make love to you, to rape you from head to
    toe. I’ll be good to you baby, I know what you need. But
    you have to ask me for it. You have to say the words.”

    I kept caressing her body, licking, sniffing, kissing
    her. She allowed me to play in her pussy, to tickle her
    clit. Mostly I just held her in my arms, tight. I told
    her how sexy she was, how much I loved her. How I’d give
    her that A+. Finally she spoke.

    “Ohh god, I’m a virgin, please don’t do this. Please
    don’t rape me. You set me up… from the beginning. You
    planned this! I need that A+, but I can’t give you my
    virginity. I want to save that for marriage. Oh god, oh
    god I’ll make a deal. I’ll suck your cock for you, and
    you can play with me and stuff. I’ll make your movie,
    but no real sex. How about that?”

    “No Susan that won’t do. Is your virginity that
    important to you? Sigh ok, you can keep it. Here is what
    I need instead. I get your ass. I get to lick it, suck
    it, play in it, and fuck it. You will still be a virgin.
    You suck my cock, make out with me, swallow my cum, and
    let me eat your tender pussy. Make my movie, it will
    just be an anal Rape movie now. You will need to be my
    total slut. At times you will be raped, at other times
    you will be my lover, willing, happy enthusiastic while
    I rip your ass apart. Smiling while you drink my spunk.”

    Finally to save your virginity AND get the A+ I need you
    for a week, 2 days is not enough if I can’t even have
    your pussy. Seven days as my personal whore and willing
    rape-slut. That’s my final offer. You have 10 seconds to
    decide. ”

    Susan’s face was blank as the seconds ticked by. She was
    almost hyper ventilating. I was holding my breath.

    Tears streaked her face but she finally said in a small
    humble voice, “Ok, ok, I’ll do whatever you say.”

    YES!!

    “Stand up baby. Now bend over, and put your hands flat
    on the floor. You know what’s coming. I’m going to put
    my cock inside of you. I’m going to fuck you up the ass.
    Oh god I can’t wait! I need you so bad. This is gonna be
    good,” I said as I walked behind her. I ran my hands
    down the length of her arm, just brushing her with my
    fingertips. She was crying again, humiliated at the
    vulnerable position she was in. Head upside down, hair
    covering her face, fat juicy ass sticking high and proud
    in the air, cheeks wide open waiting for me, practically
    begging me to fuck her. As bad as I wanted to fuck her I
    could not resist.

    I went to my knees. My face was level with her beautiful
    ass. I pulled her cheeks apart and stuck my face as deep
    inside of her as I could. She was so warm! I began
    kissing, licking, sucking the inside of her ass. The
    meat of a woman’s ass is soft, tender, and good. I had
    both of my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I
    ate her. Her legs were shaking and I smelt her cum. She
    was panting and embarrassed and it made me happy. My
    tongue was deep in her anus now, poking her over and
    over, fucking her long and slow. I pulled her back to
    meet my tongue thrusts. I think she came again. I put a
    finger in her juicy pussy and tickled her cunt.

    “Did that feel good slut? God what a fucking whore you
    are, I love you. No, don’t stand up. Grab your
    ankles…good. It’s time. I’m really going to do it. Can
    you feel the air inside your wet ass? You’re wide-open
    Susan. Any second now, any second I’m going to ram it
    inside of you. Wait for it…”

    I did not really ram her hard, without lube that would
    have been cruel. I Just pushed my cock inside her ass in
    one slow insistent thrust. My saliva had moistened her
    just enough so I did not cause her serious pain.

    “Oh god, oWWW! You’re too big, it hurts, You’re fucking
    my ASS! You’re RAPING my ASS! It won’t fit, take it out
    please, Jaz Please god Professor, please I’ll be good,
    I’ll be GOOD” she babbled sexily as she tried to wiggle
    out from under me.

    “Susan, shut up! Don’t you fucking move! That’s it, stay
    still, get used to it. Take it, take my cock. Shhhh,
    calm down baby. I won’t hurt you, I would never hurt
    you. You feel so good, so nice and tight. Be a good girl
    and take it. We can talk about it later, but for right
    now, please shut up and let me enjoy your ass. No…
    don’t speak, let me have it, let me have your tender
    little ass. Please baby, I love you,” I said as I slo-
    wl-y fucked my little slut.

    I could hear her panting, and soft lady-like cries. It
    was so sweet. I buried my cock as deep as I could, and
    stayed still. Her ass started clenching me tighter,
    gripping me harder. I was at the bottom of her. I wanted
    My Susan to be comfortable so I fucked her over to the
    bed and let her lay down on her stomach. I was riding
    her back, and wrapped a hand around each of her soft,
    puffy tits, while I sucked and chewed on her neck.

    I was so happy, I hugged her and kissed her cheek. I
    actually squealed like a little girl. Susan was so
    quiet, so scared it was almost eerie. I mean, I was not
    going to hurt her. I just wanted to rape her. I decided
    to go even slower. To fondle her, to tease a few orgasms
    out of her. Maybe a soft massage.

    That was the plan, um… but then I changed my mind.

    Susan, stand up baby. Face me, I want to kiss you, I
    want to look you in the eye while I rape you. Hold your
    ass open. Wider… wider good. I’ll lube you up next
    time, I swear to god I will, but for this first time I
    want it to be natural. I want to break you in. Be a good
    girl and take it. My dick is only seven inches so there
    is a chance it won’t hurt too badly. Now that you’re
    loosened up. I’m going to line it up with your asshole
    again… good. Do you feel me. Oh no you still look
    really tiny. I’m sorry baby, this is going to hurt me
    just as much as it hurts you.

    Ugggh-arrrgh. Shit, oh shit you’re tight, how can you
    still be so tight? The angle is wrong, I can’t get in…
    stop crying, stop screaming, shut up, help me get in!
    Wait… wait, it’s slipping inside, oh SHIT I’m back
    in!” I screamed as I kissed her mouth. I pulled Susan
    down on my dick. She whimpered loudly and tried to stand
    up, but I did not let her.

    “Shh, baby I love you, sit still. Get used to me. Relax
    enjoy it. I’m not gonna fuck you now. Look at me, keep
    your eyes open! I’m just gonna tickle your cunt and let
    you get used to it. That’s a good girl, that’s a sweet
    slut. Do you want daddy to play with your little titties
    now,” I said as I sucked one breast then another. My
    cock was buried in her ass, as I thrust into her hard
    for the first time. It was perfect. If you’ve never done
    it, if you’ve never fucked an unhappy, unwilling,
    teenager you can’t know what I felt.

    “Please, make it stop, it hurts so much, it burns! Hurry
    up make it stop. Just get it over with.”

    “First I want you to kiss me back Susan. I want to make
    out with you while me dick is in your ass. Be my lover
    baby. Tell me how bad you want me, how much you need me.
    Thank me for raping you. Then when you’re ready, you
    ride me. Have fun, ride this thick cock, fuck yourself
    until you’re happy. Do it Susan, do it now.”

    Susan did not seem to know what to do at first, what to
    say. She started by kissing me, lightly. I was still
    playing with her tits, and rubbing her clitty. I could
    feel her ass tighten as she became aroused. Soon we were
    kissing for real. She came again.

    “Oh god… yer making me come, I can’t stop cumming. I–
    I must be a slut. You’re raping my ass and I’m cumming.
    Thank you for raping me, thank you for ruining my life.
    I’m just a fucking slut, a filthy little whore. Fine,
    you want me to ride you, I’ll ride your fucking cock. I
    hope it snaps off. How, ugh, do, groan, you like that
    JAZ! I’m gonna break your dick off in my ass. That fat
    cock is gonna come off, and I’ll laugh you bastard.
    Owwww! Shit, it hurts, you, you’re fucking me too hard,
    your fucking my ass apart, BASTARD! Oh god, ahgad,
    please, pleaseOWWW!”

    At some point I lost control. Susan’s tight ass, filthy
    mouth and puddles of cum drove me over the edge. I was
    sweating profusely, and could hear her tits slapping
    against my chest. I ripped into her ass and pulled her
    tight. Sucking her mouth, licking her tongue as I thrust
    into her wildly. She was mine, my woman, my slut, my
    whore, my property, my love.

    Our eyes locked as my cock spurted love and salty cream
    inside of her. I made her sit still as I came. I rocked
    her gently in my arms and kissed my baby girl softly. I
    played with her clit lovingly until she came hard, her
    ass squeezing my cock, her cunt clamping my finger. She
    struggled at first, but finally settled, snuggled, and
    drifted off to sleep wit my semi erect dick inside her,
    where it belonged.

    EPILOGUE:

    “Good morning sleepy head,” I had been watching my Susan
    sleep for almost an hour. She looked so peaceful naked
    in my bed. I slowly kissed her awake. She did not know
    where she was at first, but as she locked in on my eyes,
    she realized it was not over.

    “Um, good morning,” she said while trying to pull the
    covers over her sexy body.
    I leaned over and kissed her and she stiffened briefly
    before allowing me to continue.

    “Susan, last night was very special to me. I want to
    thank you. I promise you I will never be that rough
    again, unless you want me to. Thing is… I don’t think
    a week is going to be enough. I need more time with you.
    I like you in my bed. I love your tits, the taste of
    your lips, your ass in my hands, around my cock. I
    enjoyed making you scream, raping you was sweet, but I
    want more. I want you to surrender your body to me, to
    accept me as your master. I want to earn the right to
    fuck you, to love you. Not because of a deal, for a
    fucking grade.”

    “I need time though. Time to win you over. Let’s make a
    deal. I teach a beginners, intermediate and advanced
    level course. Each year, you take one of mine, and I’ll
    help tutor you. I’ll get copies of the tests and old
    Term Papers to make sure you get an A. I’ll even help
    with other Professor’s courses. We have a shared
    computer network, so I can get copies of tests, term
    papers for most classes.”

    “Deal is, you be my lover. I’m sorry baby, but your
    sweet ass is not enough. I need your pussy too. I want
    it all. At least one A guaranteed each year, probably
    lots more. You’ll never have to worry about school
    again. Your future will be set. Give me a chance, let me
    love you. Yes I’ll still rape you, but I’ll make it fun.
    I want you to enjoy it too. You came at least 3 times
    last night. I can make you happy, please baby I know I
    can.”

    She was very quiet, as I licked her breasts while she
    thought it over. Slowly she ran her fingers in my hair
    and said, “Hmm, a guaranteed A every year…”

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