(Me in pic) guys, send me dirty stories for more. I like vdsm rape rp and older men

(Me in pic) guys, send me dirty stories for more. I like vdsm rape rp and older men

Bdsm*

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I like timestamps to prove you are real. I also don't like rape. Rap, maybe.

You're so fucking cute and sweet. I'd treat you to some fancy restaurant, then take a long romantic walk with you, holding hands and talking about philosophy, art and dreams. Then I'd invite you to my home and ravage your hot ass for hours, and forcing my cock down your throat so you choked on both the throbbing cock and your own rectal juice. I'd then proceed to cum on your cute innocent face. Then, as the ultimate love gift, I'd carry you in my arms to the tub and let my piss wash away the semen and last dignity from you. I'd whisper "I love you" and give you a tender smile, and cut your throat from ear to ear with a knife. Covered in your own warm blood, you'd look straight into my very soul, forgiving, understanding. A bubble from blood and saliva would burst between your lips, then you'd die. After some additional lovemaking, I'd stuff your body in a trash bag. Three Weeks later, some playing children will find your mutilated and desecrated body in the forest. They will be scarred for life.

Ugh I don't want to bother. Plus if you're not sending me rape stories I have no interest.

if you're not timestamping we have no reason to send rape stories

sage this b8

Why do you want to rape older men?

There once was a man from Nantucket, who dreamed of your titties to fuck them. But when he woke the fuck up, and looked as his cock, and saw that still flaccid due to erectile dysfunction that becomes more common in men of older age.

Yeah, it is a bother. Especially when you can't do it. Try to stay warm in your mom's basement there, dude.

Good but you went over the deep end at the end mate. How am I sup posed to get off now? -_-

I got raped by my cousin when I was 9. He sucked my little dick and then fucked my up the ass.

show more of your cat

Ohh now that's an interesting idea. Maybe as revenge for emotional rejection? Could be hot, especially if they cum.

You changed clothes awfully quick...

This is what I call seeing a robot in action.

Older as in 29/40 you unfunny man ;)

LOL. I will accept further cat pictures in lieu of a timestamp.

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I would absolutely fucking destroy you. I would slam you on the bed so damn hard the springs break and I'd pin your wrists down with my hands. I'd bite down on your shoulder til you bleed and I'd ram you so hard my cock would tear through those pretty pink panties. God you're sexy. I'll leave bites all over you just to mark you as mine then I'd wrap my hands around your neck as I pound your pussy. More?

TIMESTAMP

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and beds

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BWWWAAAHHHH! Nice OP. Much respect and many apologies.

Both pics are old haha(last months). Good lighting only comes but once a day!

Take an 8 inch piece of duct tape, and a shit load of thumb tacks.
you need two inches top, and two bottom, to stay clear to stick it to you. 4 inches in the middle? stick the back of

the tacks to the sticky tape. Neat packing, neat rows, so as many as you can fit.

Put it on your pussy. Tacks should run from bottom of pussy to just past your clit.

tacks are stuck to tape, not pushed through, to make sure that they don't get forced back out. they're stuck in place.

Take two pairs of the smallest, most undersized panties you can fit in. they hold everything in place, should the tape

fail.

Find a HARD surface. Wood. Metal. Straddle it.
Grind that surface, leaning forward to put pressure on your clit, as aggressively as you can, for as long as you can.

And bounce. By which i mean, lift yourself up, and let yourself fall, full force, on your tack covered pussy.

try top last an hour, or to 10 orgasms.

When you get off, sit down, legs open. Take the harshest object you can find to hit with (back or a wide, firm brush is

good), and spank your cunt as hard as you possibly can. Aim for 20 spanks. If you get to 20 and are not crying, do 20

more. if you get to 20 and are crying, do 10 more.

then peel off the panties, and pull the tape back, and look in a mirror, enjoying the marks left behind.

So far so good. Bit short though

*bows* Now where's my disgusting porn stories dammit Don't let me down Sup Forums!

I should say, respect for the clever timestamp. Not so much for propagating rape culture. But I hope you get what you are after here. Kisses.

I would like to have missionary position sex with you in bed with the lights off - no foreplay.

>rape culture
>>>/tumblr/

>I should say, respect for the clever timestamp.
or OP just staged the post he was responding to to fit what fit the pics from the set he had? No, nobody on Sup Forums would be that much of an autist right?

I swear to fucking god these newfags, timestamps are demanded for a reason

A girl has her kinks mate

you got any dogs?

My pussy hasn't been this dry since my last boyfriend showed me his action figure collection.

I would tie your hands together with duct tape then tape each of your legs to the corners of your bed. Next I would rip off your panties and forcefully eat you out while you squirm to be free how's that so far?

I can't prove it, but I am not OP, but I'm the cuck that was giving OP shit about the timestamp. Take that for what it is worth.

>I can't prove it
>Take that for what it is worth.
can do user

This is quite funny actually

Oh forced pleasure. My favorite.. I'd most likely try to make you angry by biting and such

Well a old friend of mine just to always tell me about how she fantasied about being raped in her own home, we planned it to where the entire week in the evening she would walk around the house in just panties... she would leave the back door 'locked', so I would show up unannounced later in the evening... I'd walk in and slowly look for her... when I find her she tries to fight me off but I always subdue her... pulling her panties off and force fucking her, best time was when she was in the shower, best rough sex of my life

you know if you posted an actual timestamp you'd get replies?
oh thats right, you cant

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I can but I like watching basement dwellers drift into psychosis.

Shit, I am liking this OP bitch more and more. Maybe I will join in...

Bite and I'll bite and pull back on your clit of you want to play like that then I'll have to tape your mouth shut unless I need to shove my cock in your mouth instead

I'm here to be aroused not liked! Dammit

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Kik?

Oh look it's me. ;)

Show us your pussy, And you fingering yourself as well

I'll give it a go OP but I want to see some pussy play in return

Well OP, if you are still around, I'll let you know that I am one of the "older" men you are into. 35, in fact. If I knew where you were, I would totally sneak into your mom's basement right now. I would grab you from behind, clasping my hands over your mouth so you can't scream. You would feel my already hard and throbbing cock against your ass, even through those thick plaid pajama bottoms. I would whisper in your ear "Don't bother to scream," then take one hand and drop your pants to the floor. I would let you feel the heat of my cock between your ass cheeks for a moment before I pushed your back down onto the bed, forcing your ass up. The wetness of your pussy would allow my dick to slide right on in. I would keep one hand on your back and, with the other, i would take turn twisting each nipple, hard enough that you are right between pleasure and pain. Let me know if I am on the right track and you want me to keep going here...

lexie?

Got it. Let me know if my long-form story above is of any interest.

Kik Imuplateagain. I'm game

You're walking alone from a friends house late one night. Lost in thought, the wind catches under your skirt and push down the hems to avoid and unwarranted glances. Just as you are about to look around for any observers, you hear a branch crack behind you. You spin around left, raising your arms above your head as a solid object slams into your cheek bone. You crumble to the ground, moaning in pain as a hand takes hold of the back of your collar. You're dragged off of the sidewalk into the woods. As your mind clears, you attempt to yell out for help but the figure throws your head down before you can utter a word. You skull slams into the dense ground and you feel the attacker taking hold of your hands.
Continuing.

weren't you going to an hero? what happened with that?

An hero? What are you talking about? This pic reminds me that I need to work out more.

you were talking about killing yourself, unless I've got you confused with another small-titted camwhore

I was indeed and that still in my plans. But I won't till I'm 25 and no longer a Virgin. :)

you dont know me, you probably never will because of how I like it.
I like it anonymous
I like it rough.
I like it to squeeze
I like it to hurt
I like it to tremble
I like it to moan
I like it to cry
I like it to scream
I get off on it, in it and I like it.
By the time I'm done, it will never be the same.
because its my merry Christmas
And it, barely wrapped in an unceremonious way, will have to settle as a gift.
I treat my toys the way I want. Oh, we'll play games and all, but its my fucking game. Ill poke you and prod you wherever and however I want. In my fucking game, there are no safe words, no warnings, and no stops. It wants to give in?
It will get what it wants, maybe. First things first though. Give it up honey. Give it all up.

Things can change so fast. A moment ago you were comfortable and happy, laying around the house warm and safe. A little bored, a little moody, a little horny, but feeling content and secure.

But all that came crashing down in an instant when you saw that silhouette appear in the doorway.

The house was quite empty, your sure of it, everyone else was out for the night it was just you left behind. Who on earth could this be? You try to subdue a sudden rising panic, you had heard those stories on the local news about break ins lately but you never thought you would be targeted.

No time too think about that, this could be bad, your instinct takes over and you open your mouth to scream -

Cont?

Rough rope slides over your writs and tightens and before you know it, you're being hoisted up by your bound hands until your toes just barely touch the ground. You blink the fog out of your eyes and in the dim moonlight you make out the face of a man standing before you, His features are sharp and aged, probably mid-50s. He's smirking.
"What do you want?" You mutter quietly. He responds by promptly punching you in the stomach. You gasp and weeze; he hits you again and again. You cough and feel a thick, bitter liquid on your lips. He takes your chin in his hand and holds your face close to his. You smell his sweat and the whiskey on his breath.
"You know exactly what I want" he says, running his free hand down your chest and stopping at the waistline of your skirt. Your stomach churns but something in you yearns.
"Do it." you say, spitting blood into his eyes.
He slaps you and tears your skirt to the ground. You briefly loose your footing and feel the rope around your wrists tighten further. The pain exacerbates the yearning in your heart. You lick your lips and smile before kicking the man swiftly in the crotch. Continuing

thats right, you were turning down offers to fuck
want to fuck? rapelay is fine

Hmhm please

Shit, OP. I mean, you have to have plans, but that is just...

You need to find someone who will love you and fuck you the right way and help you realize you should stick around for a while.

As Wesley said in The Princess Bride, "There are a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a shame to waste yours."

This has been a Sup Forums after-school special.

whoa whoa now. reverse rape? i could get behind this

I'm actually quite unlovable. Suicide is on the table but I have moved past the pity stage. Now I just want to do crazy shit before I jump ship! (Hopefully without hurting anyone in the process)

Yeah it's been teasing at my fantasies lately. maybe a sexually frustrated married man..

sexually frustrated married man reporting in. I'm listening.

anxiously awaiting

The man laughs momentarily before muttering something about you being a bad girl. He retrieves the short piece of pipe from the ground. The very same object that he must have hit in you in face to begin with. He moves around you and begins to punish your ass, each swing adding more force. You scream on the first but are silenced with another fist to the jaw, after that you reduce your screams to moans. You feel the agony slowly melt into pleasure as the cold steel spanks new colors into your ass-cheeks. The man drops the pipe and moves to face you once more. He drops to his knees and breaths in your crotch. He bushes your panties softly. You shift and wiggle, "please no" you beg, hiding a small smile in your words. He takes your a hold of your panties and tears them from your body, the fabric burning your skin as its forcibly removed. The man slaps your pussy lips with remorse before digging two fingers into your hole. You clench your fists and bite your tongue; the pain brings tears to your eyes. The man chuckles below you as his fingering increases in tempo. He introduces 3 fingers and then forces 4. You moan softly through the tears streaming down your face. Continuing

how about a sexually frustrated NEARLY married man who was tricked with head and sex until suddenly it was all promises of eternity and no sex at all

where is the pussy shot at?

You should stop listening to The Smiths and realize you can always be loveable. It's harder than being fuckable (which you surely are), but you find the right guy or girl that loves you for you, and that's all that matters. Unless you are Morrissey. That dude is pretty unloveable.

Maybe I'd drug you and when you awoke, I'd be sitting on you in panties. I'd have pictures of your hard dick in my hands to show your wife as blackmail.
Id threaten to show her if you cum from me. :)

mmm, could work. that's going to lead to you getting treated very roughly indeed though.

my wife would love to get picks like that from you!!!

He stands up and pulls his own cock from its chamber. You can't make out its size in the darkness but he promptly spits on it and take you by the throat. He slides his dick between your legs before forcing it inside you. It's way to big and you begin to cry and protest but the pressure on your neck increases until you can't breath. You see the darkness beginning to consume everything around you and you begin to think about death for the first time. is this is? You wonder. His grip relaxes enough to bring you back and his shaft is now fully penetrated. He begins to violently pump into you. You're pretty dry and extremely tight, hanging by your wrists. He might as well be using the metal pipe. Tears start streaming steadily down your face with light tremors occuring in your chest. "please stop, please stop" you keep repeating but he hammers at your pussy faster and harder.
He takes hold of your hair and pulls his lips close your ear, "Shut the fuck up cunt." he spits out. He voice cuts like a knife and he fucks his cock deep into you. You swear you feel something tear inside you. He withdraws himself. Continuing

If u wanna do something crazy how about u show ur face?

I'd have my moment of victory bliss. Then you'd get your turn at revenge :b

Katerina, is that you?

Lungs fill with air and the room is filled with klaxon primordial terror. The looming figure in the doorway is fast and closes the distances between you before the cry for salvation is complete.

A rough hand presses firmly over a mouth trying desperately to summon help, but someone must have heard the cry, surely someone will come.

A voice as callus as the hand holding back yours tells you in no uncertain terms to remain silent, to remain calm. The voice makes it clear that the alternative would be unpleasant, a free hand demonstrates how unpleasant as a blow clears any remaining air from your chest.

Your mind is fully engulfed in a miasma of fear, but your body knows what to do. You go limp, you appear meek and withdrawn, small, fragile. Your body knows that its best chance of survival is too submit to this strangers will.

mmhmm. you'll get your moment of triumph as I wake up to you slowly grinding on me, and then you'll get a world of pain.

I'll have you sobbing and begging for forgiveness before we're half way done.

it must feel fucking awesome to have all these dudes fucking frothing at the mouth for a chance to pretend to fuck you. fuck. no but seriously youre wicked hot. frothiness admitted

Don't waste your breathe arguing with crazy people like us dude. We're our own problem

You wake up, blindfolded, naked, and tied to a bed. You hear a door open and then close. "Ahh my new toy is finally awake" you freak out, and ask who I am. "You're my new toy" *you feel hot wax drip on your neck and it makes its way all across your tight body, down to just under your rib cage, immediately following the wax is ice. The two extremes cause your body to convulse in both pain and some sort of sick pleasure* "And I didn't say you could talk" * my thick, hard, hot 9 inch dick is shoved down your throat* cont?

That sounds..really hot.

Your eyes are closed when suddenly your hands drop from their binds and you crumple to the ground. You sob silently into the dirt before you feels his hands gripping your hair. He tugs your aggressively onto your knees and slaps you across the face. The impact releases a single cry from you as you stare down his dick. He beats it off a few times for releasing thick white tendrils of cum into your hair and eyes. He wipes the tips clean on your lips and spits on your face. You wimper and beg again. He mutters, "not too bad" as he retrieves the pipe.
"please, please" you repeat over and over, looking just in time to catch the shimmering metal slamming into the side of your head.

You wake with a start on pavement. You're sat in the middle of a streetlight, out of the woods. You're naked from the waist down and coated in blood, semen, and spit. You curl into a ball and cry for what seemed like an eternity.
You only stopped at the sound a car pulling stopping beside you. A woman rushed out and collected you, hushing and cooing that everything would be fine. She placed you in the back of the sedan before returning to the passenger seat. "We'll take good care of you" she said closing the door. You glance up through the tears and acknowledge the aging woman smiling in the seat before you. You mouth thank you and glance at the driver. He returns the glance through the rearview mirror. "You're in good hands now." he says.
That voice, the eyes, the chin line. You gasp and tremble recognizing the man from the forest. You begin mouthing no, no, no, please and turn to the woman. She is smiling at you and in turn begins to nod her head up and down. "Oh yes" she says.

It's been fun, don't know why you're not delivering op but what else is new.

>"Rape culture"

Why do these pieces of shit even come to Sup Forums? THIS PLACE ISN'T FOR YOU SO GET THE FUCK OUT.

I like when I have a good reason to punish somebody. Trying to blackmail me gives me free reign to break you, mentally and physically.

That was all a bit violent for me to be honest. But very well written !

The figure seeing your submissive reaction slowly pulls his hand back from your mouth. A ragged breath draws in, a tear rolls down your face.

The reiterates his former advice, in particular the bits about staying quite and still, before turning to look around the room. He approaches the TV and seems to be inspecting it, maybe he is just a robber after all, maybe he'll just take the TV and leave.

You almost feel safe, the haze of terrible anxiety lifts ever so slightly and you start to thinking clearly again. You can't help but notice how absorbed he seems to be with his inspection of your television, a treacherous voice pipes up in the back of your mind. The door is so close from where you are, and the man has his back turned to you on the other side of the room.

You could run, no, you should run, you must run. Who knows what this intruder is capable of, how crazy would you be to stay around and fine out, and you always could move quickly when you needed too. How fast could he be.

You bolt, in a single fluid motion you launch too your feet and hurl yourself towards the door, out of the corner of your eye you see the man turning towards the sudden burst of motion and noise but there's no time to think about that now you have to escape.

Out the door and down the hallway, your making good time, you don't know if you've ever moved this quickly before, the exhilaration of it filled your chest as you push yourself to run, to escape, to live.

But history repeats itself, and that feeling of power, of strength, of liberty, it turns to a lead weight in your chest as his hand finds your arm.

Appreciated though not sure what kind of rape isn't violent. Are you into like frat party drunken hold down rapes?
I tried to tie in the BDSM shit.

Hmm that can be hot. I don't fantasize about being raped by super angry violent men. More like an average sexually frustrated man at his breaking point. Obsessed stalker, older brother, that sort of thing.

think forceful, not necessarily violent.

You can grab some random girl by the throat, forcibly strip her, and leave her sobbing and naked on the ground after with only a few bruises to show for it.

after you've shown you're in control of what happens to them, hurting more is just if you like to cause pain.

No timestamp, ya'll are dumbasses

The man has a strong grip, stronger then you at any rate. Your momentum tried to carry your body forward, your balance chooses this exact moment to step out and you find yourself on a collision course with the ground.

Your eyes instinctively close as you brace for impact, but the mans grip is firm, he yanks on your arm and turns your fall. You land softly, your shoulder takes the brunt of the impact. You roll onto your back and see the figure looming over you and the fears returns.

To be fair he did warn you, he did tell you very clearly what the rules where. Quite and still, that was all he had asked. But oh no you had other plans, it seems like they always do. Heavy breathing is punctuated by curses which in turn are interrupted by a swift movement of the leg and foot, followed in its turn by pain. He did warn you.

Your instinct calls the shots again and you try to crawl away from him. This effort is short lived as he steps forward and reaches down, he reaches for your throat, you bat his hand away, he reaches again, your legs flail wildly as you try to repel him.

Your efforts are in vein, he drags you up against the wall of the hallway, one powerful hand around your neck. He's not choking you exactly, but he makes little consideration for your comfort. A string of cruel words flow forth from his mouth. You've created a problem for him, you've ruined what was set to be a simple B&E, you've complicated things in unnecessary ways. Such behavior cannot go unpunished.

He's still breathing hard from chasing after you, from subduing your feeble attempt to fend him off, from dragging your still rebellious frame into its current upright position. His cheeks are flushed with the exertion, or is something else causing his blood to run hot?

You can't help but notice how closely his body is pressed into yours, one hand still firmly holding you by the throat, the other out of sight, your breasts even as small as they may be are pressed firmly against him -