Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy about immoral acts that should never be performed in real life. I don’t condone this behavior; it’s only okay in fiction.
I was all set to rob Maria until you snuck in.
Sigma Lambda Tau is pretty good at taking care of girls who get too drunk - they stick them in a guest bedroom to sleep it off and lock the door behind them to stop the boys. There are rumors that if you do the right favors for one of the senior Sigmas they’ll give you a key, but I’ve never believed it.
Most of the Sigmas are rich girls. My plan was to hide out in one of the guest room closets for an hour or two, wait for a drunk girl, and take her stuff once she was helpless and unguarded. If one of the Sigmas found me, I’d pretend to be another drunk girl who’d stumbled in. I had the closet door cracked a bit, so that I could see the bed pretty clearly.
They’d put Maria on the bed about ten minutes earlier. She was pretty - a curvy Hispanic girl with wavy black hair. She was breathing slowly and evenly. I had just decided that she wouldn’t wake up when I heard the window.
We were on the second story, so I’d never thought of using the window. I couldn’t see the window from where I was, but I could hear you quietly sliding it open, then hear your feet touch the ground. The window slid shut, and you walked into view.
You were blond and wiry. You weren’t unattractive, so I suppose just like me you could have used other means of getting what you wanted that night. You didn’t, though.
First you walked past, checking the door and making sure it was locked. Then you came back to the bed for a better look.
Maria was quite pretty. Her rich brown skin and black hair contrasted with yours. She was only wearing a short skirt and a skimpy top; the Sigmas had taken her shoes off when they put her on the bed. Her beautiful legs were exposed, and you ran a hand along one, starting at her ankle and running all the way up to her panties.
“Hi, Maria,” you intoned. I stopped myself from gasping. I suppose I could have done a number of other things - tackled you, started screaming, ran for the door. But, as much as I knew it was wrong, I wanted to see how far you’d go. So, instead of helping her, I set my phone to record.
You leaned down and kissed her on the lips, slowly and almost tenderly. She didn’t react, and you smiled down at her.
“You really drank a lot, huh,” you said, sitting back. “Well not to worry. We’ll take care of you.”
You reached down and pulled her shirt up, sliding it up to her chest. Gently, you lifted her arms, then slid the shirt off and threw it to the ground. You reached behind her back, shifting her a bit, so that you could unfasten her bra and slip it off.
Her breasts were soft and full, with dark brown nipples. You set her arms down on the bed and caressed her breasts, your fingers gliding across her brown skin and circling her nipples.
“You are lovely, you know that?” you asked. She slept on. You leaned forward and began kissing one nipple, your lips surrounding it and teasing it. She didn’t seem to react, but you must have sensed something, because you leaned back and smiled. I could see her nipple growing hard. You bent down to kiss the other as well.
I could feel myself starting to get wet. I knew that was wrong, too, but it being wrong was part of what made it exciting. I kept one hand on my phone, directing the camera at you, but my other hand wandered down to my thigh and began rubbing through my jeans.
Unknowingly, you were mimicking my actions. You flipped her skirt up and began rubbing her pussy through her panties. I could see how wet she was, even with the dim lights, and you smiled at her.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your evening,” you said. “Let’s see what else we can do.”
With that, you hooked your fingers around her skirt and panties, and slid them both down her legs. Throwing them on the ground, you took a step back to admire her.
She was beautiful. Her skin was golden-brown, and her black hair spread out to halo her. Her bush was wild and untrimmed, surrounding her thick lips. Her limbs were spread out in every direction, showing you everything.
You began to touch her, running your hands down her sides, across her belly, up her thighs. “It is very nice of you to prepare for my arrival,” you said, “but let me see if I can help.”
With that, you began to kiss her. You started above her knee, leaving a path of surprisingly gentle kisses up her thigh. You were between me and her, so all I could see was you perched between her bare legs, your head bobbing as you kissed her. Suddenly she stirred, her toes curling, and I knew you’d reached her pussy.
I couldn’t stand just watching anymore. As silently as I could, I slipped the button on my jeans, then inched the fly down, bit by bit, until I could drop them to my ankles along with my panties. As you kissed her pussy, I began to rub mine. I was already wet from watching you, and imagining what you were going to do to this poor girl.
I wanted to see you penetrate her, but you made me wait. You kept going down on her, minute after minute, your head weaving and shifting as you teased her bare pussy. Her legs twitched every now and then, as your ministrations reached her even in her alcohol-soaked trance. I kept my mouth firmly shut and tried to keep my breathing even as I rubbed myself.
Eventually, you leaned back, and stood up. I could see Maria’s pussy, dripping wet from your mouth and her reaction to you.
“There we go,” you said. “Your body wants this so much.” You glanced down at the tent in your pants. “Mine does too. Just let me know if you want me to stop.”
With that, you slid your pants down. I couldn’t tell exactly what you were wearing - some sort of exercise pants that worked for climbing buildings, I presumed. You kicked them aside, then shed your shirt, standing before Maria naked. I stared at your hard cock, then glanced up at your face as you examined her eagerly.
It occurred to me again that I could stop you, more easily now that you were naked. I knew it would be the right thing to do, to stop this poor unconscious girl from getting ravished. For all I knew, you might even cum inside her, and leave her pregnant with your child. I knew that all of this was wrong, and that I ought to stop you.
I didn’t want to, though. I was dripping wet just from watching your preparations. I wanted to watch you rape her, forcing your cock into her defenseless pussy. I wanted to watch you pump her again and again, her body eagerly participating in her violation. I wanted to watch her squirm, as she felt you deep in her dreams. I wanted to watch your pace rise and rise until you filled her fertile cunt with your seed. So I stayed silent, and watched.
This time, you didn’t make me wait long. You knelt on the bed between Maria’s legs. Leaning down, you rubbed the head of your cock along her cleft. I stifled a moan, and worked to keep my camera steady.
Gently, almost tenderly, you slid your cock along until just the head slipped inside. I expected Maria’s toes to curl, or perhaps expected her to wake up, but she didn’t react that I could see.
“Oh, Maria,” you murmured, as you felt her wet cunt envelop you. I couldn’t see your face; you’d leaned in to kiss her lips. I could see her lips opening to take you in, and see the furtive movements of your cock as you slowly penetrated her, one gentle thrust at a time.
Your breathing was still so controlled. I could hear the lust in every breath as you went deeper and deeper, but you were in charge, of your body and of hers. Truth be told, you were in charge of mine, too, even though you didn’t know it. I wanted to moan like a little slut, and rub my pussy until you could hear it. But, as much as I wanted to let go, I wanted to watch what you’d do even more. So I but my lip, and made sure I wasn’t jilling off too loudly.
“Your pussy feels wonderful,” you whispered, caressing her sleeping face as you bottomed out inside her. I saw your balls begin to sway as you thrust, your cock staying buried inside her. “You’re so wet. Is that all from my kisses, or were you dreaming about boys before I got here?”
Maria said nothing, of course. A part of me wished she was awake, so I could hear her squealing as you held her down, and watch her struggle in vain to escape your hard cock. But you were in control, either way. You were forcing yourself on her, making her body do what you wanted.
“Well, it’s good to dream about boys,” you said, your thrusts growing longer. “It’s safer that way. A dream lover won’t do anything you don’t want.”
You punctuated this statement with a slow, long thrust - pulling your cock almost all of the way out before thrusting it back in. She made a quiet, wordless sound, as she felt you even in her dreams. My legs shook, and I had to choke back a moan.
You began to settle into a rhythm, slow and steady, pulling back and thrusting deep inside her. I could see your cock vanishing into her cunt, her wet lips opening to take you in. It was such a beautiful contrast - her dark skin against your light, her yielding wetness against your rigidity, your control against her powerlessness. I could feel my own pussy’s lubrication flowing over my fingers and beginning to run down my leg.
I watched you shift your arms. With one hand, you took her wrist and pushed it gently but firmly back into the pillows; with the other, you reached up to caress her face. You were a contrast here, too - so gentle, even as you ravished her helpless body. You wanted to fuck her without her consent, but you didn’t want to cause her pain.
I wondered then what you would do if she woke up. Would you pull out and flee, making your escape before she could recover her wits? Or would you cover her mouth and hold her down, ignoring her squeals and protests, telling her you wouldn’t hurt her even as you raped her? Would you keep to your slow pace and force her to cum for you? Would you pull out, or would you cum inside her, filling her fertile womb with your potent seed?
She murmured, then, as if her thoughts were mirroring mine. I saw her shift slightly, her leg twitching. You leaned in to kiss her, and whispered in her ear.
“You don’t need to worry, Maria,” you said. “You can keep sleeping.”
I could see your cock edging into her, your shaft dripping with her wetness. Your balls swung gently with each stroke, ready to pump her cunt full of your cum. Whatever dim level of consciousness she’d reached, she was staying there, murmuring occasionally as you thrust into her.
“That’s it,” you went on, glancing down at your cock as it slid inside her. “Keep dreaming.”
I felt a thrill of fear when you glanced down. The light was dim, but it was possible that you’d be able to see me through the crack in the closet door. A part of me was afraid you’d rape me instead if you saw me. Another part of me hoped you would. The second part was much more imaginative, and I almost moaned out loud at the thought of you dragging me out of the closet and ravishing me next to Maria.
You didn’t notice me, though. You watched the place where you joined, her wet lips opening to take in your invading cock, then turned to kiss her rosy cheek.
“I hope the boy in your dreams is taking good care of you,” you whispered. She murmured in response, and you kissed her lips. “Because you’re beautiful, and someone ought to take care of you.”
I bit my lip. It occurred to me to wonder if I’d be able to stay standing when I came, or if I’d cry out in ecstasy. I couldn’t bring myself to care, though. I wasn’t going to hold back.
You caressed Maria’s full breasts, running your hands around her nipples, then moved a hand down to rub her clit. She murmured and stirred, her legs moving, as you began tending to her.
“There you go,” you said. “Oh, your body wants this so badly.”
I could hear the wet sounds of your cock sliding into her dripping pussy. You were right; she was so ready for you, even if she didn’t know it. I aligned my own movements with yours, so that your sounds would cover mine. You were going a bit slower than I wanted, but it was worth it, so worth it, to be able to let loose a bit.
“Well, I’m going to give your body everything it wants,” you declared. The pace of your hand picked up. Soon, Maria began to murmur quietly - not saying anything, just giving a quiet moan to accompany your ministrations. I panted, forcing myself not to give voice to the excitement I felt.
“Because your body wants you to cum,” you went on. “You’ve been depriving yourself, haven’t you?”
She moaned in response. You leaned in, kissing her cheek, her forehead, her ear. I knew plenty of girls whose boyfriends were less attentive than this. You could’ve gotten sex other ways, I knew. You wanted the control.
“Poor girl,” you went on. She’d started moving her hips ever so slightly, and I couldn’t tell if she was rutting against you or trying to get away. Either way worked, for you and for me. You took a deep breath, and I could hear the first hints of the pleasure that would overwhelm you.
“Oh,” you groaned, focusing yourself even as you drove your cock into Maria’s helpless cunt. Whatever she felt, her body was eager, and she was dripping all over you.
“Just enjoy yourself,” you said. “Go ahead and cum for me.”
“Mm,” she murmured plaintively. I couldn’t tell how conscious she was, whether she was eager for more despite what her conscious self would want, or dimly aware that you were forcing yourself on her. Either possibility sent me higher, though. Either way, she was your victim, and she was a victim of her own body’s desires. I moaned as my fingers danced across my clit, but it was inaudible over her. She mewled helplessly with each stroke, each rub, her pitch rising.
“Yes,” you gasped. “Do it.” And she obeyed.
I watched her squirm as her climax took her. Her legs rose up and her toes curled as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. She moaned, a long, wordless sound of surprise and ecstasy. I couldn’t see her pussy squeezing your cock, but I could hear it in your voice as you moaned in response.
I wanted to keep watching. I wanted to see it all. But I had to close my eyes to keep from crying out. You’d brought me so close, and I could feel my own orgasm approaching.
“Oh Maria,” you whispered, kissing her. “Your body wanted that so badly. But there’s something else your body wants, isn’t there?”
You looked down at your cock as it entered her, sliding in until her beautiful cunt had enveloped you. You caressed her side with one hand, then ran it across her belly.
“Your body wants me to cum too, doesn’t it?” you went on.
I squeaked, the sound escaping me despite my best efforts. Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice, and kept talking to her.
“Your body wants a man to fill your womb up with cum,” you said. You had pulled back a bit, so that you could watch your cock disappearing inside her. Perhaps the little bit of distance was meant to give you more control; I could hear hints of your own climax in your voice now.
You have no idea how hard it was to stay quiet. You could talk, as you took your pleasure, but I had to keep silent so as not to throw you off. I knew this was wrong, but I was beyond caring about that. I wanted to see you fill her.
“Your body wants you to get pregnant,” you gasped. “It wants someone to cum in you and knock you up.”
You looked down at her beautiful body. Her eyes were still closed, although she still murmured in her sleep. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted along with you. A layer of sweat coated her gorgeous skin, and her wetness was running down her ass onto the sheets.
“I’m going to do it,” you said. “I’m going to fill you up.”
I stared at Maria’s helpless cunt as you plowed into her, ready to plant your seed. She was in my classes. I was going to watch you knock her up, and then watch her belly swell with your child.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“Shh,” you said, putting a finger to her lips, even as your pace quickened. “It’s alright. I just want you to take my cum.”
“Oh,” she moaned. I couldn’t tell if she was awake. Would you finish before she woke up enough to fight you? Would I?
“You are so beautiful,” you said. “You’ll be beautiful when you’re pregnant, too. So big and full of life.”
She murmured something. It could have been a question or a protest, I couldn’t tell. But she lifted one hand towards you, as if searching. You took her wrist and pushed it back into the bed, and I saw her squirm.
“Oh yes,” you gasped. “Struggle if you want to.”
I couldn’t stay perfectly quiet. I gasped with each breath, and my fingers made quiet squishing sounds as I rubbed myself. You were letting yourself go, anyway, so I hoped I could do the same.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy,” you growled. Your pace was picking up, and I knew your peak wasn’t far off. You were going to do it, whether she fought you or not. I could see her squirming weakly, as if barely aware of what you were doing to her.
“I’m gonna knock you up,” you moaned, your hips rising and falling between her legs, your cock plunging frantically into her dripping cunt.
“Wait,” she murmured. Her tone was more of confusion than anything else. She’d become just conscious enough to realize there was a cock inside her.
“I can’t,” you gasped. “I’m going to fill you!”
“No…” she moaned along with you.
“Yes!” you cried out.
I watched you bury your cock in her pussy. You cried out in wordless triumph as you kept it buried there. She struggled, half-conscious, and you held her down, your domination only fueling your desire to pump every last drop of cum into her fertile cunt. I watched your cock twitch as you seeded her, each minute motion filling her womb with your sperm. She murmured and struggled, her half-conscious motions nowhere near enough to stop you.
I wish I could say that I got that part on video, too. I have the audio, and it never fails to get me off. But I dropped my phone when you started to cum, because I came too. I clapped one hand over my mouth to keep from crying out, letting the phone fall to the carpet. Ecstasy consumed me, pleasure flowing from my pussy out to every extremity. The spectacle of her struggling futilely as you impregnated her made me cum harder than I knew possible. I saw stars, and I staggered, but somehow I managed to stay silent.
When you were finally spent, you lay down atop her, gasping for breath. She was still struggling weakly, trying to dislodge the cock that had already creamed her, but now that you weren’t moving as much she was already drifting back towards sleep. I didn’t know if she’d remember this at all in the morning, or if it would all be lost in her drunken haze.
She’d still be full of your seed either way, though. Your cock was still buried inside her, keeping your sperm from leaking out. It could easily have fertilized her egg by the time she sobered up.
You waited until she was asleep once more, her breathing soft and even, before you pulled your cock out of her. Her pussy was still wet, more from her excitement than from your cum. You dried her off with a towel from the bathroom, then methodically slid her clothes back on and tucked her under the covers. You leaned down and gave her one last kiss, slow and surprisingly tender, before you slipped your clothes back on and stepped out through the window. You slid it closed behind you, then climbed away.
I waited for what felt like an eternity before I started to fix myself. I pulled my pants up and picked up my phone. I barely had any memory left when I stopped the video, but I wanted one last sight. I carried it over to the bedside and took one last, lingering shot of her sweaty, unconscious face. Perhaps, deep down, she was aware that she’d been ravished, or perhaps she’d forget everything when she woke. Either way worked for me.
I did help you with one last thing before I left, though. I walked over to the window and slid the lock shut. Now there would be no sign of what you’d done, except for the recording I’d made and the reminder you’d left inside her. With that done, I went to the door and left once the hallway was quiet, locking the door behind me.
You might be wondering why I’m telling you all of this.
First off, I found out something that you’ll probably want to know. Maria is pregnant. I overheard her having an anxious conversation on her phone outside of our Poli Sci class, and when I came around the corner she was holding her belly in that way that only pregnant women do. I didn’t see her pee on a stick, but I’m pretty sure.
Second, I want you to know that I figured out who you were. I heard your voice in the biology building - I’d recognize it anywhere, now - and I sat in the back of your class until I could get your name. I don’t think you saw me, because I don’t think you knew to be looking for me until now. But I know who you are.
I’m not going to turn you in, certainly. I’ve gotten off thinking about you far too much for that. But, since I already know, I was thinking that I could help you, and you could help me. I could record you, and watch you, and maybe hold girls down for you. In return, you could trust me, and let me pick some of the girls. I think you’d like them.
We’re terrible people. I know this. But we could be a team of terrible people. We could spread your seed far and wide, and knock up all sorts of girls, whether they fight back or not. We could take that power, and get off on that power, and get away with it too.
What do you say?
