Once more, it was July, and the heat stifled everything. I saw the van begin to stop next to me, as I was on my way home from my job as a waiter. I quickly looked back and turned away. The time was not right to screw with me today. The restaurant where I worked was closing, and I had recently lost my waitressing position. It was one more setback after a string of others. I was exhausted, and every step made my feet hurt a little more from hard labor-filled day at work. Just then, as the window of the van slowly began to roll down, an unsightly man poked his head out.
“Get in the vehicle.” He hollered at me his eyes watching every move I was making.
“No! Fuck you!” I cried out, Despite knowing it was totally useless. I started to run. I attempted to outrun him but it was impossible. His van just kept coming till he nearly ran me head-on into the wall of the building in front of me. I shrieked in despair as he emerged from the van and captured me.
Although struggling was difficult, I gave it my all. Despite my best efforts, he was far more powerful than I was. Effortlessly, he pulled me into the dark van’s back seat. Even though it was still light outside, the van’s interior looked dim and foreboding. I rapidly understood that I was not alone. In the van was another woman who seemed afraid. I could hear her sobbing and the agonizing twists in each of her sobs. I resisted crying like she did, choosing to be stoic while I awaited my end.
She questioned, “Do you believe he’s going to kill us?
“No. I predict that he will forcibly take us. This unmistakably looks like an unsavory van, “I echoed her whisper. “Also, keep quiet. If he overhears us conversing, he might decide to actually kill us, “I cautioned her. Her eyes grew even larger than before, and I believe I saw tears as well.
He drug the other woman out of the van first, after parking the van in a garage and opening the sliding door. She was really attractive and had long, dark hair, which contrasted nicely with my fair skin and blonde hair. Literally, this nasty jerk had picked up a blonde and a brunette. He started by removing her clothes and tying her up while keeping an eye on me. I was the next to be bound. He led the two of us into a small space before locking the door.
The other girl yelled, “Hey! Go back! Do not simply abandon us here!”
“Today, you will discover what sluts like you truly deserve. To get fucked hard like filthy little whores.” He maliciously chuckled before stuffing dirty rags in each of our mouths so that we couldn’t communicate with each other while we were restrained.
We looked at each other as our worries grew. Unknown to us earlier, another individual entered the space. She was tall and sported a ponytail with long, wavy dark hair. She started screaming as soon as the rope was removed from her mouth. I felt awful for her, I could hear the pain in her frantic and urgent screams. 
The man quickly and violently penetrated her pussy after forcing her to suck on his dick. He grumbled and looked me in the eye as I waited. I observed as the man who had taken us hostage on the street, as he tore into her body. He fucked her while pushing my face into her pussy and laughing in a way that could only be a psycho. He was unconcerned about us. We were merely warm bodies with holes to be used for his dick. He was the lowest of the low in all of humanity, and I despised him for it. I despised him for harming both her and myself. I licked her clit with all the love and hope I could muster. I hoped it made her feel like she had someone on her side.
As soon as I heard her screaming, I grabbed her left hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. Naturally, she wasn’t alone, but I still wanted her to know that. We were all in this together. After removing his cock from her, he violently tackled me. “Bitch, it’s your turn now! I’m hoping this dick will be too big for you!”
I felt the other girl’s hand clasp mine. I sensed her squeeze. She was by my side, making every effort to calm me down. He held her by the neck and placed her mouth against my clit making her lick it, while I continued to screw me.
He appeared to be in a rush to cum while thrusting ferociously into my pussy. I felt the urge to cum when she put her mouth on my clit. I yelled and flung my head back, allowing the ecstasy to rush through me like a roller coaster racing down a track. My orgasms that night had a distinct quality even though I understood what pleasure felt like. As they devoured me, I shouted. She kept sucking nonstop until She was aware that he was pulling away from me and had filled me with his cum.
“You women have nice pussies.” He announced to us, as if we would be delighted by this news, “I’m going to fuck you all the time!” It was in that very moment that I realized we were never going to be able to get away.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for mommy? You are not alone. Even my sons have rape fantasies for me, and they get to fuck mommy when ever they want! Sometimes, we like to pretend that I am less willing to be their sex slave than I am. They had a couple friends over last night. Their friends have mommy rape fantasies too. My sons decided to play a game with their friends, and I agreed to play along. They were going to egg their horny teen friends to fuck me once I went to bed. I was going to act unwilling. I told my boys my wet bald pussy might betray me, but the horny boys would likely not think they were being set up. In their world mommies do not do the kind of things I do. I cock teased the boys all night in a sexy outfit. I acted like the good soccer mom. Just a sexier one, LOL. Everything seemed to be going as planned too.
