Warning! This story is only appropiate for people over 18 years old. This is a rape fantasy, fantasizing about rape is fine, but rape in real life is a heinous crime punished by law and an atrocious act that will only earn you the bad will of society. If you don´t understand the difference between real life and imagination then back away and read no more.
This is my first story, any observation you can either comment below or message me in private so i can correct any mistake.
My role model on ravishu are Vile8r and Arraria. They have motivated me to follow their path.
Seth was sitting in the couch, looking at his watch frequently. What kind of cloth will she be wearing? was the question that filled his mind while waiting for Irene.
Seth and Irene where best friends since a long while. They where very close, but only as friends. Sex was not in the picture, Irene made that clear long ago. Unlike other guys he did not mind that, he was perfectly capable of being friends with women. Of course that doesn´t mean he doesn´t feel lust. That was precisely why he was thinking “What kind of cloth will she be wearing?” It was a hot day, he was hopeful that she might arrive with something comfortable, maybe something that accentuated her beautiful pair of boobs, maybe some revealing cleavage.
RIIIINNGG he heard the ring at the door. She is finally here. he ran to the door. what is she wearing? his expectative where running high. He loved when she visited in sexy cloth for him to stare all day and masturbate at night. All this expectatives build up only to open the door and find she was wearing a non-sexy-at-all sweater. She loved that sweater and he hated it. He never knew when she would use it, it could be on a rainy day, a cold day, a breeze day or even a hot day like today. She didn´t seem to mind the heat when wearing her favorite sweater. But at least there was a bright side, her pants. She was wearing some short pants that her showed her sexy legs.
“hiiii” she ran toward him and gave him a hug, pressing her breasts agains him. At least i know they are somewhere in there, he thought .“I missed you so much!” she added
“me too, it had been hard to get together with our job schedules"
“yeah, a year ago it was easier when we where at college"
“miss those times"
“its funny hearing you say that after all the complaining about college while we where there” she said him with a coy smile
“you know how it is, the grass is always greener at the other side… by the way, i see you dyed your hair!, you can´t resist two months without changing its color huh"
“as you said, the grass always has a better color on the other side"
“but it looks great anyhow"
“thanks, let see if i endure at least half a year with the same color"
“knowing you i doubt it"
They went to the sofa to keep talking about anything and everything. Although he couldn´t satisfy his eyes with some cleavage he enjoyed the conversation. It was always nice talking to her. But the conversation was missing something, alcohol and maybe something sweet, or even better, sweet chocolatey alcohol.
"Hey, want some baileys?” he offered
“ what is that? she asked curious.
“you! a fan of all that has chocolate?! you do not know?” he asked surprised. “ its a liquor made of chocolate
“then yes of course!” she responded “i don´t really drink, but i can make an exception if it is chocolatey"
he brought the bottle along two little glasses . he served both and when he was handing one too her it escaped his hand painting brown her white sweater.
“ohhh, i am so sorry” he said with a mortified expression.
“don´t worry, its easy to wash, no biggie” and then she suddenly removed the sweater
The sight was beautiful.
under her sweater she was wearing a white tank top...
…with no bra
He couldn´t help but stare at her luscious breasts, half covered by this thin piece of traslucent white cloth that was her top, half showing throught the upper cleavage and some side boobs.
“ but really, i am so sorry” he said while proceeding to give her a tigh hug, that was his excuse for feeling her breasts agains his chest, oh and feel it he did, he could even feel the nipples.
“awww, as i said, don´t worry Seth” she responded by squeezing harder, pressing her chest even more.
They released and he refilled her glass. he looked at the bottle, then at her breasts and got an idea. I most make the best of this. He had in front of him an already silly and innocent girl who trusted him and alcohol with would make her even less aware, dumber and more affective. She was a newbie at drinking alcohol anyway, the sweetness of the baileys made it a misleading beverage, all too perfect.
this is nice! its so sweet! can i have more?
"woah woah woah, take it easy or you will blackout, you will have more on the evening but let me set the rhythm” he warned her. He wanted her to be somewhat inebriated but didn’t want to take it too far, he only wanted her senses dull, her silliness mixed with impaired judgement and lack of awareness, as well as promoting her tendency to give hugs and getting close nothing more. He didn’t intend to make her sleep and date rape he. He didn’t intend on taking her cloth off photograph her from different angles, he didn’t intend to fondle her nipples, or suck them, or pinch them, he didn’t intend to record himself fucking her every hole while she passed out,
oh that would be delicious, but bad , very bad.
He imagined calling some guys and taking turns fucking her.
He imagined her not knowing why she felt so weird the next day and him telling her silly self, “it must be the hangover"
oh so delicious, but so bad.
But its ok, as long as it happen in my mind, he thought.To be continued...