Note: I have been on this forum for a few years and have read many good erotic stories. So I thought I’ll contribute my own. Fact or Fiction? You decide.
Chapter 1
Z tumbled along as she tried to reach her destination, her head can’t seem to stop spinning and she had to lean onto the walls for support. Dodging the odd person heading out from the other direction, it took her way too long before she slumped on the floor, hugging the bowl and spilling the contents of her last meal. Z couldn’t help but to admit that she was drunk. A little too much so.
At least she felt safe being drunk here. She was with her university clique, three other lovely girls that she hated at times and loved ferociously otherwise and the odd dude, B. Friends since freshman year, and all were “mature”, working adults now who feel empowered and ready to take on the world. They were just hanging out over dinner when B suggested to go for drinks. The suggestions was readily taken up, especially since the dinner topic was depressing plans on how Z should break up with the boyfriend of many years she suspects she no longer loves.
When Z finally headed out back to the table, she was puzzled to find that B was the only one remaining, who immediately shown care and concern about her situation. B explained that Z’s girlfriends have already left as it was getting late, leaving the unwanted task of waiting for Z to him. Seeing that Z still seem muddled, B generously lend her his shoulder and offered to send her home. Thinking of the amount she had spent on Grab and Taxis in the month already, Z was secretly glad to be able to save some money, and spare herself some lectures on managing her expenses.
The moment Z’s head hit the backrest of the front seat, she dozed off peacefully. As B was driving her back home, he can’t help but steal glances at Z. After all, Z was a relatively attractive woman who was tall, had modest assets and a lovely face. Z was wearing a tight-fitting, thin, white cotton t-shirt that showed the outlines of her skin-coloured bra, along with blue, high-waist jean shorts that would show a little too much of her butt cheeks if she bent over. At each traffic light stops, B would stare down the neckline of Z, tracing her white supple skin from her hair to her neck, to the grey seatbelt currently pressed in between her breasts, clearly showing the outlines of her bra.
B constantly had to suppress the urge to reach out and feel them for himself, but with every traffic light, he began to notice that the bottom of Z’s white top had slowly ridden up, exposing more and more of her belly button. He often stared for way too long, realizing only when the car behind reminded him with a rude honk. Not before long, B began to turn into the carpark entrance of Z’s HDB somewhere in the middle of Singapore and he headed straight into the top level of the multi-storey carpark, into the most inconspicuous spot he could find.
Note: Sadly I didn’t know about the character limit, so the breaks might be a little choppy. Apologies for that.
Chapter 2
Z woke up to find B’s body next to her emitting steady pulses of heat as B loosened the seat belt and attempted to carry Z. Feeling lazy and a tad bit naughty, Z decided to pretend that she was still asleep and slumped all over B as he tried to carry her out of the front seat. After finally succeeding, Z realised something was amiss when B simply stuffed her into the backseat instead of carrying her to where she thought would be towards her home.
Before Z could make sense of what was happening, she felt B’s desperate right hand on her modest B-cup breast while B attempted to close the car door behind himself. Z tried desperately to scream but was immediately silenced by B kissing her roughly. She quickly found her hands tightly grabbed by B and stretched high above her head, immobilizing them. Still tipsy from the drinks earlier, Z found that her strength lacking to fight against B, who at the moment had both strength and body leverage over her. With both hands pinned, Z felt B slide into position between her legs and struggled desperately to get free.
A little background into Z, she was no prude, and had her fair share of kinky and sexual stuff. She loved experimenting with her boyfriend sexually, and they were both each other’s firsts. They would use handcuffs, blindfolds and vibrators every now and then to ensure that their sex life was never dull. She even had to go on dates braless in tight-fitting clothes to satisfy her boyfriend’s fetishes. Occasionally, she was blindfolded and fucked in public places like staircases, while other times her boyfriend would intentionally fuck her with the blinds open in front of the windows, exposing her to anyone who might be looking in at the moment. One of her favorites, like many other girls, was the rape fantasy, pretending to be helpless while her boyfriend pounded mercilessly into her. What Z’s boyfriend lacked in size and stamina, he made up for in creativity.
Nonetheless, it was one thing to be fulfilling your fantasies in the somewhat safe environment with a lover that you trust, and another to be forcefully taken by a friend you thought you knew. Despite her reservations, Z found herself surrendering control much quicker than she knew she should have. After all, sex in the backseat of the car was a first for her, and it kind of fulfills her rape fantasy doesn’t it?
B also felt the struggles of Z ebbing away quickly. He began to wonder if Z was really a slut. After all, she did share the occasional erotic experiences with the clique when the topic turned sleazy. Needing confirmation, B quickly slid a finger through the shorts that have hiked up by now, pass Z’s black cotton panties into Z’s nether regions that is now clearly moist with arousal. Armed with the knowledge that Z was just as aroused, B began to repeatedly taunt Z…
Chapter 3
“I know you are enjoying this Z, stop pretending” B whispered in Z’s ears as he cupped his palm full of Z’s left breast. Although ridden with guilt, Z can’t help but to moan repeatedly in response to B’s taunts as it was incredibly erotic how B was teasing and taunting her at the same time, refusing to fully strip her but instead torturing her bit by bit.
B kissed along the back of Z’s ears, tracing her neckline with kisses to her nape. “Someone’s getting wetter… and louder” B whispered. Z could hardly fight the arousal the peppering of kisses along her sensitive regions incited. She did clearly feel herself getting both wetter and louder, the warmth beneath her legs spreading fast. She felt B trace a finger from her ear to the side of her neck, before reaching to one of her two peaks, sliding downwards towards her belly button. Wherever the finger went, hairs stood on ends as the sexual needs within Z grew uncontrollably. When it finally disappeared below where she could see, she felt a bite of her earlobe simultaneously with a finger lodging into her pussy.
“UGHHHHH” Z cried out loudly. The sudden stimulation proved too much as a small orgasm hit her, clamping hard on the finger within her and moaning out loud.
Well, this was a first for Z. She had never had an orgasm without significant penetration from her toys or her boyfriend. B waved the finger slick with her womanly juices triumphantly in front of her and proceeded to stuff it into Z’s mouth. By habit, Z began to toy and suck the finger in her mouth. By this point, Z was aroused beyond any turning point and was barely inches away from asking B to fuck her fast and hard to soothe the heat in her loins.
“I want to hear you say it, Z” B whispered, as he retrieved his finger from Z’s mouth and stuffed it back into her pussy, earning a satisfied moan from Z. “Don’t make me repeat myself, I want to hear you say it”. B repeated as he twisted his finger in her, scratching the inner walls of her vagina
“Oh my god, okay. Fuck this. Please fuck me. Please”. Z pleaded, unable to resist any longer.
“That’s my good girl” B replied ominously.
Z heard the unmistakable sound of a zip. Her hands were still together above her head although B was no longer pinning her down. Thoughts of her boyfriend (which she has yet to break up with) crept into her mind but she quickly dismissed it. She began to arch her body to allow B easier access. Somehow, her clothes were still all intact. She is still wearing her white top and her nude coloured bra. Her pants may have rode up a little, but that meant practically nothing anyway. She detected the signature smell of a penis, laden with urea as B positioned himself for entry.
As B slid himself into Z, he noted how Z’s hands were still positioned above her hand, and returned to pin them down with his left hand.
“Oh by the way, fuck your boyfriend” B said as he thrusted hard and fast into Z…
Thanks everyone for your support. I apologize that the writing speed might be a little lacking.
Seeing how many stories in the this forum have died without an end, I have tried to segment my stories into episodes with a clear end such that even if I abandoned the writing halfway, at least there’s some clear end at each arc to provide closure.
Saw some comments on upping points, being a cursory member on the fringe who just use the forum to read some erotic stories here and there, I never understood what the points were for? Grateful if someone can enlighten.
Thank you and enjoy the rest of the story!
Chapter 4
B had always fantasized himself in the shoes of Z’s boyfriend whenever Z shared about her sexcapades with the clique. Today, he gets to actually play them out, including his own fetishes and fantasies that he had never shared openly with the clique. B was blind with lust as he plunged repeatedly, with no care about whether Z could accommodate him.
Unlike the size that Z was accustomed to, B felt slightly larger and longer than her boyfriend. She could also feel power coursing through B’s muscles as he exerted himself. Z felt more stretched than usual, and spots she never knew existed began to come to life inside her. She also thought that the thrusting baton inside of her felt unusually warm, before realising with horror that B was doing her raw, something that her boyfriend had never agreed to for fear of pregnancy and Sexually Transmitted Infections (STIs). Z had read before that sex without condoms are better, but her boyfriend had never agreed to try it. She now realises the sayings aren’t unfounded, with more and more heat spreading out from between her legs as B slid in and out of her.
Z felt B grabbing her left boob and kneaded hard as he continued thrusting. The intense stimulation rendered her helpless to think of anything else, as she closed her eyes and moaned non-stop. She never knew sex could be this arousing and wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that she is technically being raped.
After a period of intense activity, B began to tire and started slowing down. The raw desire to mindlessly utilise his manhood repeatedly began to subside a little, allowing him some space to think. He decided that an opportunity like this was one too good to miss, and began to reach for his phone, to the bewilderment of Z. B pointed his phone at Z while continuing his slow prods and began snapping away, intentionally putting the flash on. The flashes elicited objections from Z, who realised what B was doing and desperately murmured “no, ugh, why are you taking pictures, ughhh, no, ugh, ugh, stop that, ughhhhh, delete it please, please, oh my god”.
B simply responded by thrusting harder, and pushing Z’s face sideways, hard into the seat, turning the sounds of objections into high pitched moans of pleasure. “So… can I keep those photos?” B taunted. “No, no, ugh, please delete them, please B.” Z tried her best to respond as B sped up his strokes. “How about now?” B asked as he began to withdraw his little fiend almost all the way, before quickly plunging it into the deepest depths of Z repeatedly. “UGH, fuck, AHHH, keep it, keep it, oh my god don’t stop!” Z resigned. She simply couldn’t keep her thoughts organised anymore as lust overcame her. Throwing caution, her dignity and any form of self-preservation into the wind, Z gave up resistance and submitted herself to the pleasures of the flesh.
Chapter 5
Although the car air-conditioning was on, the exertions of both parties have caused Z’s bra and white t-shirt to be completely soaked with perspiration. They clung onto Z’s skin fully, wrapping every curvature was while completely see-through by now. Her black panties were also doused with a mix of bodily fluids. Z begged B to strip her and B was only too happy to oblige.
Despite his inner desire to simply tear open Z’s white T-shirt, B remembered that he still needed to send Z home, deciding instead to lift Z’s shirt off her as he helped Z to sit upright on the backseat. B reached in to unbuckle Z’s bra, hearing a resounding snap while Z hooked her arms behind B’s nape and begin to lick and nibble on his left ear. B in turn pulled Z on top of him, as he pulled her strapless bra away and begin to fondle her modest breasts with one hand, while his other concentrated on getting her shorts off. Z frenched B playfully in an attempt to disrupt his concentration, with minimal success and after some struggles B finally got to see Z in her full glory.
“How would you like you fuck me now, B?” Z asked teasingly, completely immersed in this late night romp with B. “Get into doggy you horny bitch.” B commanded as he hurriedly stripped himself. Leaning on the car door with her hands, Z began get on her knees as she taunted B with her ass, playfully swinging it side to side. This earned her a hard spank as B slammed down hard on her butt with his hand. “I am so going to fuck you, Z.” B said as he once again entered Z, once again feeling the tightness of Z’s cunt.
Moaning from the re-entry, Z felt strong hands grab her wrists and pull them tightly behind her. She is now on her knees, tits hanging out, facing the danger of falling forward at any moment without her hands to support her, yet stretched out with her hands between her as B penetrated her again and again. Somehow, B seem to be able to get even deeper than he had been in Z in this position, and Z could clearly feel it with her face flushed with lust.
B then transferred both of Z’s wrists to his left hand while he reached forward to punch the button that would scroll down the window Z is currently facing. Realizing what B is trying to do, Z panicked as she started to see the window in front of her fall with a mechanical whizz. Before she could summon a call of protest, she began to hear the echoes of her moans in the air as B began to speed up his thrusting once again. Horror filled Z’s mind as she became aware of how her moans were echoing over the top floor of the multi-storey carpark and that could lead the attention of any random passerby right where she was currently naked and getting fucked. Fear dawned upon her as she quickly registered that the only way to prevent herself from being further exposed is to try and hold in her moans, a monumental task as she had never been so sexually aroused before, with the threat of exposure only adding more to the thrill.
Note: This chapter is a short one, and the episode is coming to an end. Hope many of you enjoyed it!
Chapter 6
Sadly, despite her best efforts, Z’s body remained honest as an orgasm begin to arrive, leading her to clamp tighter and tighter onto B inside her, and excreting more and more natural lubricants. B smiled sinisterly as he realized, to his delight, that Z enjoys this fetish as much or even more than him. Just leaving the window open and having the occasional moan escape from Z’s mouth was no longer sufficient as B begin to push Z in baby steps towards the car door, until her head was fully outside the vehicle and modest breasts was lying on top of the now down window.
“UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Z screamed into the night. Unable to take the heightened amount of stimulation, Z came hard, forgetting all about trying to hold her moans in. B was also reaching his peak seeing how thoroughly Z had enjoyed the session and how hard she was gripping B’s member.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!!!” B exclaimed.
“NO! Not inside me!” Z responded alarmingly. Seeing that B had no intention to stop, Z shouted desperately but firmly “if you come inside me, I’m never going to let you fuck me again B, i fucking mean it.”
Smiling to himself internally at Z’s response, B pulled out just in time and showered Z’s back with his descendants. Z sighed in relief as her ordeal was finally over, only to hear approaching footsteps. Panic struck both of them as they realised these people must have come up to investigate the huge scream of pleasure Z let out earlier when she came hard. B hurried to depress the button that would bring up the window and turned off the car engine. Silence began to engulf them as B tried to lean as far back as possible, not forgetting to grab Z’s head and force it on his just-spent dick.
Chapter 7
With her heart full of trepidation, Z marveled at how B could still calmly force her head onto his member, regularly making her bob up and down B’s little brother as the sound of footsteps came nearer and nearer.
Fortunately for them, the car windows were illegally tinted by B’s dad previously, so much so that even as two guys came to check out the only parked car at this level, they could not see anything past the windows, let alone Z choking and gagging on B’s penis. As the footsteps receded, Z begin to feel herself getting wetter again, although the discomfort of getting her head mashed into a thick bush of pubic hair together with her now thoroughly sore pussy discouraged her from wanting anything more except to quickly make B come and end the night.
Impressively, B’s member stood strong and hard with Z’s efforts despite the abuse just minutes ago. B begin to grab Z’s hair tightly, exhibiting the telltale signs that a guy is about to come that Z is not a stranger to. Z began to quicken her pace, bobbing up and down faster and sucking harder at each opportunity. Her labor was quickly rewarded as streams of semen begin to hit the back of her throat. However, before she could decide whether she should swallow, B roughly pulled her face up by her hair, finishing the remainders of the round on her face, causing Z to squint hurriedly, in an attempt to prevent the streams of semen from hitting her eyes.
Ashamed and angry that she had to both swallow B’s cum and get a facial, Z angrily opened her eyes only to see B happily take a picture of her cum-stained face. B then begin to thoughtfully wipe her down with the tissues on board, and helped her get dressed. Confiscating Z’s soaked panties for himself, B sent Z panty-less right to her doorstep, not forgetting to sneak a caress of her butt or slide a finger into her pussy in the lift before finally parting ways with Z.
Tired, hungover and slightly traumatized, Z was only too glad to reach the safety of her abode and her bed. Wondering how what just happened could mean to her life next, Z felt a tinge of excitement from her clitoris as she drifted off to sleep, still in the attire that B had just fucked her in. After all, she has just cheated on her first boyfriend of many years, although one may wonder if it should be considered willingly, or voluntary.
==End of Ep 1==
Note: Seems like everyone enjoyed Ep1, so I shall embark upon
Ep2
. Have fun!
Chapter 1
After the episode with B, Z’s mind was a mixture of emotions. Simply put, she was at a loss of what to do. On one hand she had clearly been penetrated by another man who is not her boyfriend and enjoyed it. On the other hand it was debatable whether she had been a willing participant and how it would hold up as a defence.
Thoughts raised through her mind as she wondered how to proceed. With her boyfriend, with B and with her own newfound demon. She had wanted to break up with her boyfriend for some time. Now that she was the one who had sex with someone outside the relationship, she could not bear to bring up the topic anymore, instead hanging out and going on dates as if nothing had ever happened.
Worse, her boyfriend had sensed the growing distance between them and had been trying ever harder to rescue the relationship Z has abandoned in her heart. He began to come up with more surprises, buying more flowers, whispering more sweet nothings. Z could only force herself to smile and pretend she loved the effort. It was the hardest whenever Z’s boyfriend had initiated sex. Z could find no reason to object, yet lost all passion for the mediocre love-making after the intense session with B. She would imagine it being B with his bigger tools, stronger and more forceful methods exploiting her when her boyfriend fucks her. Often, she had to fake an orgasm just to get the session to stop, feeling even more guilty afterwards when her boyfriend tucks her in lovingly before turning in.
She would then lie awake as her boyfriend snored noisily beside her, reliving the experience at the back of B’s car. Touching herself slowly and as quietly as possible, Z imagined what else B would have done to her as she plays with her sensitive clitoris, sending tingling shocks up her spine. Discreetly, Z would reach her orgasm as she increased the intensity on her clitoris, rubbing her own breasts to aid the effort, before lamenting on the shitty situation she has now ended up with after she came.
Struggling to hold everything in, Z searched desperately for an outlet to release her pent-up feelings. She could no longer confide in her university clique, who knew the guy and her well, who would also not hesitate to judge her for being such a slut, just like many other women they used to gossip about. Her obviously could not tell her boyfriend, nor social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter and after searching on the internet, found a twitter-like app, Whisper, which some on the internet have used to share these stuff.
Satisfied with the anonymity provided and the community sharing about their own cheating experiences, sexual romps, Z typed her first post apprehensively and hit the send button.
“Never knew it was this hot to fuck in the back of a car”.
Chapter 2
B on his part, never mentioned anything about the incident as well. He was unsure how Z would react, whether she would tell her boyfriend, or even worse the police about what he had done to her. He decided it was better to play it safe and test the waters before he going any further, although he was confident Z is indeed the slut he thought she was, and would undoubtedly be back on her knees, sucking on his manhood once again.
Weeks later, the clique decided to meet again for dinner in the town area after working hours. Z threw worried glances at B when they first arrived on scene, but both quickly pretended that all was normal between them. They did not mentioned the incident in front of their friends, nor did they raise the topic when they were alone. Uneventful, everyone simply went their separate ways and Z went home sulking.
Z felt both disappointed and used, thinking how she was simply a tool used to satisfy B’s desires on evening. She began to have wild thoughts about how B must have lost all interest, and cast her aside like a used doll after he had attained his purposes. B did not even allude in any way about what had happened between them. Z began to feel even worse about herself when she saw a notification on her phone. It was from her snapchat app that she had stopped using for a while, the snap had came from a username that she could not identify.
Curious, she opened the snap to see a picture of herself. It was a bright, close-up shot of her face, except in the picture her hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed and perhaps most saliently, all of her facial features was dripping with cum. The picture came as a rude shock as realization streaked across Z’s face. Yes she knew B took pictures, but B never showed her how the pictures looked. Z looked just like a pornstar or a hooker that had been roughly face-fucked, with flushed cheeks, disheveled hair and cum streaking down her face. It was slutty to say the least and Z fervently hoped that it was B who had sent the snap, and not some weirdo who had seen it after it leaked onto the internet.
Seconds later, another snap followed showing nothing except text stating “your house downstairs, now” from the same user. Panicking and worried stricken, Z rushed downstairs without even changing out of her home wear clothes. Comfortable, worn, oversized white t-shirt with FBTs she had worn for years. In her haste, Z did not even realise that she did not put a bra on, only feeling something was amiss when her boobs swung uncomfortably as she rushed down the stairs…