Filipino Sex Stories
Life Of Zoe 1
Zoe's life was profoundly changed following a trip to the beach. She'd gone there herself, her husband away, and herself visibly pregnant at near seven months. The water was much colder than she expected and when she left it her nipples were visible and erect. Not at all flushed or shamed, zoe had walked through the water and then enjoyed the chance to swim a bit out into the ocean. The ocean and the beach were always peaceful for her, and as she exited the water, relieved and content, she toweled herself off. Not bothering to dress any more than she was, she smiled.
Husband was on the other side of the Pacific and here she was in Hawaii, not a care in the world. She placed the seatbelt around her, ensured her sandals were strapped up, and drove to her beach house. Unknown to her, she'd had a stalker spying out her house for a couple of days. The stalker had found her keys and let himself in while she was at the beach, reasoning that since she didn't know she'd hardly mind and after he got done with her, she'd hardly care that he'd eaten some of her food and drunk one of her beers
Zoe pulled and entered her beach house, content. And then she heard someone clearing their throat and turned with a startled yelp to see someone stepping out of her living room with an evil grin on their face.
Looking her up and down, she heard the man as he approached her with an evil grin say "Well, I sure do love pregnant women." As he closed in on her and pinned her to the door, he grinned as one of his hands reached down and rubbed her belly, smirking as her eyes filled with tears and her face flushed.
"Just a perfect lot of women." Her rapist was white, of average height, with a pornstache and a goatee, and he was crowding her. Her breath came in gasps as he leaned and pressed his lips to hers, pinching her nipples hard so she let him do it. She hesitantly returned the kiss, and from this all else would follow..
Zoe was shocked and humiliated after the man broke the kiss, his hands on her belly. With a possessive smirk he grabbed her arm and jerked her forward, pointing to her couch.
"I know it must be stressful."
Her eyes first widened and then narrowed. Just what did that animal mean by that?
"You're a mother for the first time and all." His hand slid around her belly and crept down, inside her bikini bottom as he smirked, looking her dead in the eyes.
His hands slid further, starting to caress her pussy. He frowned a bit realizing zoe was 100% dry, and decided to start fixing that.
No wetness, zoe? Here you are, good Catholic girl talking about how much you wanted to be a mother. Obviously you like sex. Obviously you're showing off how much you look like sex now coming to the beach dressed like this."
His hands were inside her now, starting to probe and finger and rub her, slowly working out her clit. Zoe wanted to scream, to push him away, to flail and hit him. Her hands felt like lead, and her willingness to fight was next to non-existent, because he was already here and he could clearly get into her house and there was nothing she could do but endure and hope it went away. He grinned as she began to moisten and zoe's breath changed from normal breathing to a deeper, heavier one. Her voice shifted too from whimpered nos to sultry groans and they kissed more as he broke the kisses, looking at her hungrily. Her breathing's changing hurt her, so did the steady moistening of her pussy.
He smirked as he kept fingering her. The flush growing along her body made it worthwhile, as did her intentionally locking eyes with him. He kept fingering her gently, the perversion of gentleness compounded by his slipping his hand inside her bikini top, working out her tits so that they hung freely and then lowering his head to take one in his mouth. She looked at him pleadingly, tears in her eyes. All she did was keep slurping on her nipples, laughing a bit as she whimpered, her hips starting to buck into him.
Such a slut, zoe. A married slut who's preggers and can't wait to give it up to a real man."
He looked at her as she glared at him.
As she tried to open her mouth to say something, he smirked as he simply withdrew his hand from her pussy for a moment and held it beneath her nose. Smelling her juices and feeling her hips still bucking and hearing the whimper of her own throat made her acknowledge defeat. So too did her looking at the man as he smirked at her, hissing, "I told you so."
And indeed, her behavior only justified this. She was a married woman and her hips were bucking and the heat flowing through her only made her more determined to get her orgasm even if it was from a rapist and thus a soul-crushing defeat of her mind by her body, and all of this was true. She sighed, beaten.
He withdrew his hands again, teasing her.
"Beg me for it. Beg me to cum."
She glared and cried as she said, "P-p p* ple-pease, I w-w-wa-want to c-c-cu-cum."
He grinned and slipped his hand back between her legs. A few more light fingerings and rubbings of her clit and she sagged into him, belly pressed against him, cumming hard and screaming shamelessly. Then he slapped her ass and that brought her hard back to reality.
And then he led her to her couch, placing her there with her tits swinging out as she looked at him with a humiliated look of despair.
He grinned. It was only beginning.
Husband was on the other side of the Pacific and here she was in Hawaii, not a care in the world. She placed the seatbelt around her, ensured her sandals were strapped up, and drove to her beach house. Unknown to her, she'd had a stalker spying out her house for a couple of days. The stalker had found her keys and let himself in while she was at the beach, reasoning that since she didn't know she'd hardly mind and after he got done with her, she'd hardly care that he'd eaten some of her food and drunk one of her beers
Zoe pulled and entered her beach house, content. And then she heard someone clearing their throat and turned with a startled yelp to see someone stepping out of her living room with an evil grin on their face.
Looking her up and down, she heard the man as he approached her with an evil grin say "Well, I sure do love pregnant women." As he closed in on her and pinned her to the door, he grinned as one of his hands reached down and rubbed her belly, smirking as her eyes filled with tears and her face flushed.
"Just a perfect lot of women." Her rapist was white, of average height, with a pornstache and a goatee, and he was crowding her. Her breath came in gasps as he leaned and pressed his lips to hers, pinching her nipples hard so she let him do it. She hesitantly returned the kiss, and from this all else would follow..
Zoe was shocked and humiliated after the man broke the kiss, his hands on her belly. With a possessive smirk he grabbed her arm and jerked her forward, pointing to her couch.
"I know it must be stressful."
Her eyes first widened and then narrowed. Just what did that animal mean by that?
"You're a mother for the first time and all." His hand slid around her belly and crept down, inside her bikini bottom as he smirked, looking her dead in the eyes.
His hands slid further, starting to caress her pussy. He frowned a bit realizing zoe was 100% dry, and decided to start fixing that.
No wetness, zoe? Here you are, good Catholic girl talking about how much you wanted to be a mother. Obviously you like sex. Obviously you're showing off how much you look like sex now coming to the beach dressed like this."
His hands were inside her now, starting to probe and finger and rub her, slowly working out her clit. Zoe wanted to scream, to push him away, to flail and hit him. Her hands felt like lead, and her willingness to fight was next to non-existent, because he was already here and he could clearly get into her house and there was nothing she could do but endure and hope it went away. He grinned as she began to moisten and zoe's breath changed from normal breathing to a deeper, heavier one. Her voice shifted too from whimpered nos to sultry groans and they kissed more as he broke the kisses, looking at her hungrily. Her breathing's changing hurt her, so did the steady moistening of her pussy.
He smirked as he kept fingering her. The flush growing along her body made it worthwhile, as did her intentionally locking eyes with him. He kept fingering her gently, the perversion of gentleness compounded by his slipping his hand inside her bikini top, working out her tits so that they hung freely and then lowering his head to take one in his mouth. She looked at him pleadingly, tears in her eyes. All she did was keep slurping on her nipples, laughing a bit as she whimpered, her hips starting to buck into him.
Such a slut, zoe. A married slut who's preggers and can't wait to give it up to a real man."
He looked at her as she glared at him.
As she tried to open her mouth to say something, he smirked as he simply withdrew his hand from her pussy for a moment and held it beneath her nose. Smelling her juices and feeling her hips still bucking and hearing the whimper of her own throat made her acknowledge defeat. So too did her looking at the man as he smirked at her, hissing, "I told you so."
And indeed, her behavior only justified this. She was a married woman and her hips were bucking and the heat flowing through her only made her more determined to get her orgasm even if it was from a rapist and thus a soul-crushing defeat of her mind by her body, and all of this was true. She sighed, beaten.
He withdrew his hands again, teasing her.
"Beg me for it. Beg me to cum."
She glared and cried as she said, "P-p p* ple-pease, I w-w-wa-want to c-c-cu-cum."
He grinned and slipped his hand back between her legs. A few more light fingerings and rubbings of her clit and she sagged into him, belly pressed against him, cumming hard and screaming shamelessly. Then he slapped her ass and that brought her hard back to reality.
And then he led her to her couch, placing her there with her tits swinging out as she looked at him with a humiliated look of despair.
He grinned. It was only beginning.