Filipino Sex Stories
Life Of Zoe 2
alray - The stalker
Continuation...
He shoved Zoe on the couch and smirked at her as she looked into his eyes with a mixture of hatred, lust and despair. She just lay there, her tits hanging out and her legs spread, one reaching to the top of the couch. her lips slipping out of her bikini bottom slightly. He smirked as he looked at her.
"You came to my fingers, little slut." He laughed. Alray was deeply amused. Zoe was cute enough without being pregnant but when she'd gotten preggers that had made her someone he couldn't resist. She was charmingly naive and unaware she'd been stalked or how intimately. He smirked further at the thought of all the nude pics of her he'd gotten without her awareness, of how intimate in truth they'd already been before this started. He'd seen her nude, he'd been able to understand everything of her daily routine. She was the kind of woman who easily deserved to be dickwhipped and so dickwhipped she'd be. He smirked as he slid his hands along her body, caressing her cheeks, wiping away the tears that stained them and then running his hands along her neck and back to her tits.
He grinned as he continued to knead them and she felt his boner tapping right on her pussy as he started dry-humping her.
She started to whimper as he kept dry-humping her and her hips began to start moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He kept dry-humping her as he kneaded her tits, enjoying both her whimpers, how sensitive the tits in question were, and that Zoe's already ample tits were still larger thanks to her pregnancy. Leaning on top of her he smirked as he told her, "Sometimes there's such a thing as too much of a good thing." As his hands kept kneading Zoe's tits and she looked at him with that hate-infused lust and despair, he leaned in and kissed her as she, ashamed but nonetheless unable to stop herself returned the kiss and he leaned back, breaking said kiss with a sinister grin.
"Such a romantic you are, Zoey."
As he leaned back and looked at her, his hands slid to her bikini bottom, preparing to remove it. Zoeknew she should have tried to stop it but he'd already touched her there and made her cum and she was overwhelmed with shame and defeat and fear and just lay there as he slid it off, the material falling off of her leg that was leaning down from the couch. Getting a good look at Zoe's bare pussy, he enjoyed as well the sight of the little black bush that hovered over her slit, leaning forward to caress her with his hand and a sinister smile, grinning as she looked at him again, still more humiliated at the reality that she was now bottomless and her pussy was clearly gushing wet.
Sliding his hand between her legs, he heard as did she with a pale and crying sense of defeat the squishing of her pussy in response to his fingering her, and the gasps and shudders she made as she tried in vain to resist her own eagerness.
"You want this." He laughed. "You want me."
Zoe glared again, she wanted to say no but she'd already cum once and now instead of trying to resist, to say no, to make any sign at all that she didn't want this. She wanted to, she kept telling herself over and over again. But she didn't, finding herself instead humiliated in that her squelching pussy and silence fit in exactly with what her conqueror wished. As he slid his own clothes off she caught a glimpse of his cock. The size and width of it made her face turn pale again and as Zoe looked at it and then at him he tapped it against her clit, leading her to buck as a reaction to this and favoring her with the sinister smile that was at this point burned into her.
"Beg me."
She glared and then suddenly and without prior warning he slapped her face and pinched both of her nipples hard enough that she screamed after spluttering at the impact of the hand on her face.
"I said beg me."
"P-p p* please fuck me with your big cock."
He smirked.
"That's a good girl."
And without further ado he suddenly thrust into her balls-deep and Zoe gasped with a choked sound and stared into his eyes, defeated as the tears flowed again. At least she was already pregnant so she didn't have that to worry about. As he began to thrust into her that realization hit her further and it went from relief to horror at what being raped by someone with a pregnancy fetish might just mean for her.
Zoey groaned. She felt the cock inside her, and the pace of its jackhammering thrust. She felt full, cheap. Used. A pregnant married woman on her own and now sprawled on a couch getting a deep dicking like some cheap gutter white trash. The feeling of the cock in her made her want to retch, as did her wetness and clenching around it. Her vision blurred as she looked at her rapist, whose hands were alternating between her tits and her belly.
She groaned still further when the baby kicked at one point in response to the caresses, and groaned again in response to the laughter of her rapist as he enjoyed that feeling, and told her "Aw.....your little brat likes me!"
Her blurry vision couldn't see details and in truth she didn't want it to do so. Why would she want to see someone this vile who'd rape her precisely because she was pregnant. Biting back bile in her throat, she stared at the ceiling, hoping and praying it'd all be over soon. Instead she heard the squelching of her pussy and the slapping of his thighs against hers, felt her pussy clenching around him and saw him straddle her and hiss in her ear: "Your cunt is hugging my cock like they're old friends. Just what would your husband think, skank?"
Then licking her ear and her face and kissing her again. She returned the kisses, of course. Though it scarred her soul to admit it, her rapist was a good kisser and he knew how to kiss her in a way she liked. She hated even more that her legs by primordial instinct were clasping around his back, as he smirked and looked straight in her face and licked her again like the animal he was.
Her moaning like a bitch in heat didn't help either matters or the animal thought coursing through her head with frequency. Indeed it made her every bit the animal that he was, just a pregnant little slut who de-no. No, that wasn't her. She was being raped but she'd be damned if she'd let her slutty body betray her mind.
She gritted her teeth, wiped her tears, and glared at him. All he cared about was pushing her hopefully to at least one, if not two orgasms before he came inside her and had her lick him clean. And this he was well on the way to doing as he angled his thrusts to hit her clit with each thrust, grinning devilishly as zoeywhimpered, feeling the heat build.
"C'mon baby," he taunted her, and then he nibbled on her earlobe while angled so he hit her G-spot twice with two thrusts. White-hot heat coursed through her and Zoe's back arched as she groaned in pleasure and then sagged, defeated. He'd gotten her to cum already, and now a second time. And to her humiliation having found her G-spot and hitting it and her clit with each thrust, he resumed a jackhammering pace that made her whimper as he would bring her off a second time, her back arching again and her scream this time as much a howl of despair as anything else. Then a third and a fourth time and while she screamed on the third, she just whimpered and broke down crying again on the fourth.
When he looked down at her, she looked up at him as he kept thrusting.
"You've cum for me four times, baby. You're a good girl." And with that he began to maul her tits with aggressive rubbing and stroking and the combination of her earlier humiliations and his primordial assertion of the most brutal kind of power imaginable busted her willpower to resist. His cock was soon starting to throb and she sagged in relief this time. It'd be over and he'd spill inside her and then he'd have raped her, though she was too wise to expect someone like this to be content with merely cumming inside her pussy that one time.
As he felt his orgasm beginning he pinned her arms so that she had her arms over her head, hands clasping her head, and told her "Look at me."
As he blew his load inside her with a primordial roar, he smirked as Zoe whimpered and groaned in disgust. But that didn't matter, the first part of his plan to break her was working like a charm. He smirked as after he'd finished shooting, he withdrew and the squelch was a delight.
Standing by her, he walked over to her, cock still hard but starting to soften.
As he brought it to her lips, Zoe knew immediately what he wanted to do. She'd done it for her husband and for her ex, and the understanding made something that was just a part of doing the deed seem so much filthier and nastier. But she did it, sucking him clean and going over every inch of his cock, bobbing her head up and down keeping her hands in the position he'd pinned them in. As she did so, he undid her bikini top and tossed it, enjoying that Zoe was now fully nude and slurping on his cock like it was her favorite meat treat.
After she'd swallowed all the cum and licked her lips and sucked on her tongue, he grinned and leaned forward, cupping her tit.
"You're a good little slut, Zoe."
She glared at him.
"You raped me. My body likes sex so I came a bunch of times. That's all this is and all it ever will be."
He laughed with a deeper and more sinister tone, one that made her eyes widen in fear.
"Like I said, zoey-girl, you're such a romantic. This isn't about desire for you, quite. I want to break you, to humiliate you. To drive your very soul into the ground so that when you see daylight in your kitchen you think of me. When you think of a cock in your pussy, you think of me."
He laughed.
"And judging by how much you've rewarded me, you're clearly turned on by being raped."
As he leaned in toward her he yanked her head up with his hand holding her hair as she yelped in pain.
"Tell me, zoey girl. Do you have rape fantasies?"
She whimpered and then whispered: "Yes."
"Excellent. Well, you're getting more than a fantasy here you pretty pregger whore, you're getting the reality."
Then spitting in her face he withdrew and went into her bedroom, searching her nightstand and finding to his amusement a pair of handcuffs.
Oh, was this gonna be fun......
For her part, zoe rushed into the kitchen, heedless of her nudity or the cum dripping down her leg and onto the floor and got herself the biggest, sharpest knife she had. If he was going to try to get her again, he'd have to fight her for it. Finding it and holding it with determination, she grinned....
Continuation...
He shoved Zoe on the couch and smirked at her as she looked into his eyes with a mixture of hatred, lust and despair. She just lay there, her tits hanging out and her legs spread, one reaching to the top of the couch. her lips slipping out of her bikini bottom slightly. He smirked as he looked at her.
"You came to my fingers, little slut." He laughed. Alray was deeply amused. Zoe was cute enough without being pregnant but when she'd gotten preggers that had made her someone he couldn't resist. She was charmingly naive and unaware she'd been stalked or how intimately. He smirked further at the thought of all the nude pics of her he'd gotten without her awareness, of how intimate in truth they'd already been before this started. He'd seen her nude, he'd been able to understand everything of her daily routine. She was the kind of woman who easily deserved to be dickwhipped and so dickwhipped she'd be. He smirked as he slid his hands along her body, caressing her cheeks, wiping away the tears that stained them and then running his hands along her neck and back to her tits.
He grinned as he continued to knead them and she felt his boner tapping right on her pussy as he started dry-humping her.
She started to whimper as he kept dry-humping her and her hips began to start moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He kept dry-humping her as he kneaded her tits, enjoying both her whimpers, how sensitive the tits in question were, and that Zoe's already ample tits were still larger thanks to her pregnancy. Leaning on top of her he smirked as he told her, "Sometimes there's such a thing as too much of a good thing." As his hands kept kneading Zoe's tits and she looked at him with that hate-infused lust and despair, he leaned in and kissed her as she, ashamed but nonetheless unable to stop herself returned the kiss and he leaned back, breaking said kiss with a sinister grin.
"Such a romantic you are, Zoey."
As he leaned back and looked at her, his hands slid to her bikini bottom, preparing to remove it. Zoeknew she should have tried to stop it but he'd already touched her there and made her cum and she was overwhelmed with shame and defeat and fear and just lay there as he slid it off, the material falling off of her leg that was leaning down from the couch. Getting a good look at Zoe's bare pussy, he enjoyed as well the sight of the little black bush that hovered over her slit, leaning forward to caress her with his hand and a sinister smile, grinning as she looked at him again, still more humiliated at the reality that she was now bottomless and her pussy was clearly gushing wet.
Sliding his hand between her legs, he heard as did she with a pale and crying sense of defeat the squishing of her pussy in response to his fingering her, and the gasps and shudders she made as she tried in vain to resist her own eagerness.
"You want this." He laughed. "You want me."
Zoe glared again, she wanted to say no but she'd already cum once and now instead of trying to resist, to say no, to make any sign at all that she didn't want this. She wanted to, she kept telling herself over and over again. But she didn't, finding herself instead humiliated in that her squelching pussy and silence fit in exactly with what her conqueror wished. As he slid his own clothes off she caught a glimpse of his cock. The size and width of it made her face turn pale again and as Zoe looked at it and then at him he tapped it against her clit, leading her to buck as a reaction to this and favoring her with the sinister smile that was at this point burned into her.
"Beg me."
She glared and then suddenly and without prior warning he slapped her face and pinched both of her nipples hard enough that she screamed after spluttering at the impact of the hand on her face.
"I said beg me."
"P-p p* please fuck me with your big cock."
He smirked.
"That's a good girl."
And without further ado he suddenly thrust into her balls-deep and Zoe gasped with a choked sound and stared into his eyes, defeated as the tears flowed again. At least she was already pregnant so she didn't have that to worry about. As he began to thrust into her that realization hit her further and it went from relief to horror at what being raped by someone with a pregnancy fetish might just mean for her.
Zoey groaned. She felt the cock inside her, and the pace of its jackhammering thrust. She felt full, cheap. Used. A pregnant married woman on her own and now sprawled on a couch getting a deep dicking like some cheap gutter white trash. The feeling of the cock in her made her want to retch, as did her wetness and clenching around it. Her vision blurred as she looked at her rapist, whose hands were alternating between her tits and her belly.
She groaned still further when the baby kicked at one point in response to the caresses, and groaned again in response to the laughter of her rapist as he enjoyed that feeling, and told her "Aw.....your little brat likes me!"
Her blurry vision couldn't see details and in truth she didn't want it to do so. Why would she want to see someone this vile who'd rape her precisely because she was pregnant. Biting back bile in her throat, she stared at the ceiling, hoping and praying it'd all be over soon. Instead she heard the squelching of her pussy and the slapping of his thighs against hers, felt her pussy clenching around him and saw him straddle her and hiss in her ear: "Your cunt is hugging my cock like they're old friends. Just what would your husband think, skank?"
Then licking her ear and her face and kissing her again. She returned the kisses, of course. Though it scarred her soul to admit it, her rapist was a good kisser and he knew how to kiss her in a way she liked. She hated even more that her legs by primordial instinct were clasping around his back, as he smirked and looked straight in her face and licked her again like the animal he was.
Her moaning like a bitch in heat didn't help either matters or the animal thought coursing through her head with frequency. Indeed it made her every bit the animal that he was, just a pregnant little slut who de-no. No, that wasn't her. She was being raped but she'd be damned if she'd let her slutty body betray her mind.
She gritted her teeth, wiped her tears, and glared at him. All he cared about was pushing her hopefully to at least one, if not two orgasms before he came inside her and had her lick him clean. And this he was well on the way to doing as he angled his thrusts to hit her clit with each thrust, grinning devilishly as zoeywhimpered, feeling the heat build.
"C'mon baby," he taunted her, and then he nibbled on her earlobe while angled so he hit her G-spot twice with two thrusts. White-hot heat coursed through her and Zoe's back arched as she groaned in pleasure and then sagged, defeated. He'd gotten her to cum already, and now a second time. And to her humiliation having found her G-spot and hitting it and her clit with each thrust, he resumed a jackhammering pace that made her whimper as he would bring her off a second time, her back arching again and her scream this time as much a howl of despair as anything else. Then a third and a fourth time and while she screamed on the third, she just whimpered and broke down crying again on the fourth.
When he looked down at her, she looked up at him as he kept thrusting.
"You've cum for me four times, baby. You're a good girl." And with that he began to maul her tits with aggressive rubbing and stroking and the combination of her earlier humiliations and his primordial assertion of the most brutal kind of power imaginable busted her willpower to resist. His cock was soon starting to throb and she sagged in relief this time. It'd be over and he'd spill inside her and then he'd have raped her, though she was too wise to expect someone like this to be content with merely cumming inside her pussy that one time.
As he felt his orgasm beginning he pinned her arms so that she had her arms over her head, hands clasping her head, and told her "Look at me."
As he blew his load inside her with a primordial roar, he smirked as Zoe whimpered and groaned in disgust. But that didn't matter, the first part of his plan to break her was working like a charm. He smirked as after he'd finished shooting, he withdrew and the squelch was a delight.
Standing by her, he walked over to her, cock still hard but starting to soften.
As he brought it to her lips, Zoe knew immediately what he wanted to do. She'd done it for her husband and for her ex, and the understanding made something that was just a part of doing the deed seem so much filthier and nastier. But she did it, sucking him clean and going over every inch of his cock, bobbing her head up and down keeping her hands in the position he'd pinned them in. As she did so, he undid her bikini top and tossed it, enjoying that Zoe was now fully nude and slurping on his cock like it was her favorite meat treat.
After she'd swallowed all the cum and licked her lips and sucked on her tongue, he grinned and leaned forward, cupping her tit.
"You're a good little slut, Zoe."
She glared at him.
"You raped me. My body likes sex so I came a bunch of times. That's all this is and all it ever will be."
He laughed with a deeper and more sinister tone, one that made her eyes widen in fear.
"Like I said, zoey-girl, you're such a romantic. This isn't about desire for you, quite. I want to break you, to humiliate you. To drive your very soul into the ground so that when you see daylight in your kitchen you think of me. When you think of a cock in your pussy, you think of me."
He laughed.
"And judging by how much you've rewarded me, you're clearly turned on by being raped."
As he leaned in toward her he yanked her head up with his hand holding her hair as she yelped in pain.
"Tell me, zoey girl. Do you have rape fantasies?"
She whimpered and then whispered: "Yes."
"Excellent. Well, you're getting more than a fantasy here you pretty pregger whore, you're getting the reality."
Then spitting in her face he withdrew and went into her bedroom, searching her nightstand and finding to his amusement a pair of handcuffs.
Oh, was this gonna be fun......
For her part, zoe rushed into the kitchen, heedless of her nudity or the cum dripping down her leg and onto the floor and got herself the biggest, sharpest knife she had. If he was going to try to get her again, he'd have to fight her for it. Finding it and holding it with determination, she grinned....