At a party at the Pussy club with her girlfriend Sophie receives an unexpected surprise.
The party was going well, a very pleasant and well appointed club room, nice red mood lighting, lots of leather chairs and couches, racks and stocks and crosses for punishment lots of scantily clad subs, some completely naked.
“It’s only a cock, don’t worry” Martha whispered as Sophie squirmed at the sudden intrusion of a warm and very stiff penis into her very moist vagina. Sophie was shocked, “this was not in the plan,” she thought but she could do nothing to stop it. It was supposed to be girls only,a dom /sub party for girls but suddenly a man was having sex with her. She was quite literally powerless, naked with her hands secured behind her back, her ankles connected by hobble chain and a tight fitting mask prevent her from seeing what was going on.
Martha often took Sophie to girly parties to show her off. Sophie proudly played the part of Martha’s slave, naked and bound allowing Martha’s girl friends to finger her, fondle her breasts and anything else they wanted. She was used to monster dildo’s being eased up her vagina as she was bent over a table or chair back but never a cock. Men simply were not allowed.
Martha was so proud of Sophie, Martha was older nearly Twenty Seven while Sophie was only just out of Uni at Twenty Three.
They had been together for ages ever since Martha picked Sophie up in the park one summers day and taken her home to see her art portfolio.
Strange beasts half human half wolf, swans with angel faces, surreal images of dark places in stark charcoal on white paper, landscapes on canvass. Martha was very talented.
“I knew you were a little dyke the moment I set eyes on you,” Martha said as Sophie gasped at a picture of Adam and Eve with the snake buried deep in Eve’s pussy and she had kissed Sophie passionately on the lips and eased her panties down in a single motion.
It had been Sophie’s first time with a woman, so soft and gentle and sweet that she stayed the night and never went back, except to return the keys to her flat and collect her things.
Months had passed, Sophie posed for Martha’s paintings, Roman Goddesses, strange animals half horse half human were created with Sophie’s features. often Martha would put down the brush and go down on Sophie on a whim. Martha introduced Sophie to her girlfriends, just a flying visit to begin with, often when Sophie was posing topless.
“Oh don’t mind her she’s seen it all before,” Martha would say breezily as she invited a freind in, “Isn’t she beautiful?” she would say.
Sophie would smile nervously and hope the visitor would soon leave. “Make us a coffee there’s a dear,” Martha requested and instead of looking desperately and hopelessly for something to hide her naked breasts Sophie would dutifully make her way past the guest and down to the kitchen. Gradually Sophie became more confident, and accepted the hugs and kisses the visitors lavished on both Martha and herself as the visitors went to leave.
Kisses became more intimate, and then Martha explained how much it would help her career as an artist if Sophie would play her slave at an intimate soiree.
Sophie was not at all sure about it, but when Martha explained she would be masked and no one would see who she was she relented. That was ages ago, the soirees became regular events, sex parties, lesbian sex parties, but now suddenly a cock was sliding deep into Sophie’s moist pussy.
Countless fingers had roused her, twos and threes pressed inside, her clit teased until she was on the brink of cumming but the cock was a total shock. She had not had an actual cock since she had been dating Martha, she didn’t object in principle but someone should have asked permission and should have put a condom on first.
Sophie did her best to stop the intrusion but it was hopeless. “You are so beautiful,” a man said to the back of Sophie’s hooded head. Her ball gag made a reply almost impossible.
“Enjoy it sweetie, you deserve a treat,” Martha cooed.
Sophie’s emotions raced, had Martha pimped her out, or what? Why a man at a girl’s party and a straight man. It made no sense. The girls were cheering. “We are trying for a baby!” Martha announced.
“Oh god,” Sophie muttered to herself. Martha mentioned wanting a baby but Sophie thought Martha wanted to have a baby not for Sophie to have one by proxy for her. This was totally out of order.
Almost immediately it became far worse. The man was cumming. His cock deep inside Sophie, his helmet right against the neck of her womb so tight that all his cum was shooting deep inside where babies are made. It was good but so out of order, Sophie clasped her hands in frustration as the spasms of unwanted pleasure confused her.
The penis withdrew. “Good girl, I love you.” Martha cooed.
“Well you have a very strange way of showing it.” Sophie thought.
Martha took Sophie to the bathroom and cleaned away any traces of cum from Sophie’s vagina checking for salty residue with her tongue. Sophie was furious but it was hard to be cross with Martha nibbling her clit and three fingers up her pussy. Soon Martha’s whole fist slid up inside Sophie again, as it had earlier in the evening, before the cock intrusion. Larger than a cock Martha’s fist had loosened Sophie’s vagina which allowed the cock to enter so easily. Sophie relaxed and allowed herself to cum, she would be cross with Martha later.
Next morning Sophie was still cross, she was also worried, someone, a man, an unknown man, had had unprotected sex without her knowledge or consent and had cum in her. She could be pregnant or worse.
“That man. Who was he?” she asked.
“Just a cock, not a man, a cock, my cock, it will be our baby,” Martha assured her.
“I thought you would have the baby,” Sophie replied, “That’s how I remember the conversation.”
“What conversation?, you are my slave and you do what I say, that’s the way it works,” Martha reminded her, “I know what’s best for us, not you.”
“It’s my body, I decide who has sex with me,” Sophie insisted.
“No, not at a party, I decide, that way you have lots of fun,” Martha reminded her, “All those lips on your breasts and mouth, toes even, and fingers and fists deep inside you, someone has to organise it, I can’t ask you about every single thing which pokes you can I?”
“But a cock, a man?” Sophie complained, “It was a girly party for heavens sake, did he fuck anyone else, did you pay a stud fee?”
“Now you are being hysterical,” Martha protested.
“Hysterical, maybe the cops will get his DNA when I report him and you for raping me,” Sophie challenged, “That will be the end of your parties as well won’t it.”
Martha was getting worried, “Ok, I’ll have him come round and we’ll talk about it,” she agreed.
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“Hi, I’m Steve, we met at the party?” the tall guy announced as Sophie opened the door at the first sound of the buzzer, “May I come in?”
Sophie had just got home from work and still had her smart jacket, shirt and work skirt on. She stood back and let him in, “I feel kind of awkward.” he admitted, “Martha asked me to. you know, do the sperm donor thing.”
“Rape me,” Sophie corrected.
Steve was shocked, “What do you mean? He asked, "Martha said you wanted to try again?”
“Little white lie to ge you round here,” Martha explained, “ Sophie thinks you raped her,”
Steve was quite shocked, but he held his ground “There was nothing about rape, Martha said you wanted to get pregnant and I am about as close as we get DNA wise to Martha, we are cousins on our mother’s sides.”
Martha had coffee and biscuits “Coffee?” she asked, “Come through to the lounge.”
Steve sat opposite Sophie across the lounge, “I thought it would be like my DNA,” Martha explained.
“But you raped me!” Sophie reminded him, “You never even said “Hello” before you rammed your thing in me and then you never even pulled out you and spunked in me.”
“Martha said you were cool, you didn’t exactly put up a fight did you?” Steve insisted, “I had no way of knowing did I?”
“How could I. I couldn’t speak or move.” Sophie insisted.
“No, I guess not,” Steve said, “But how was I to know? I didn’t exactly grab you off the street and rip your pants off did I?”
“That’s irrelevant, you never asked first.” Sophie insisted.
Steve was getting annoyed, he had fucked Sophie in good faith and now Sophie had told him she had not agreed, and what was more annoying was Sophie looked so sweet and fuckable that he had a raging hard on.
“Like I said Martha said you wanted it, wanted a sperm donor,” Steve insisted, “You don’t know what rape is. and there is no way you didn’t want sex with me.”
“You better go you’re a moron, how could you know when I couldn't say no, or yes for that matter,” Sophie warned.
“No, Martha told me that you needed a sperm donor, you do kinky stuff, I thought you wanted it to be anonymous, that’s what I was told, and now Martha texted to say you wanted to have another go. Steve insisted as angry and frustrated he stood up. He stepped towards Sophie and lifted her from her chair by the shoulders.
“For the avoidance of doubt, This is what rape is,” he said quietly and forced Sophie’s jacket off her shoulders and down her back trapping her arms.
“Stop you are frightening me!” Sophie ordered.
Steve ignored her, he ripped her shirt down the front scattering buttons and dragged her brassiere down exposing her tits. Sophie struggled but next Steve had her Skirt and pantyhose around her ankles and swiftly freed her left leg so he could part her thighs easily.
Sophie protested but she was off balance and scared she fell back into her chair as Steve dropped his pants and extracted his cock.
Adrenalin pumped through Sophie’s veins, her nipples throbbed, her pussy was moist, her body prepared for the worst as she tried in vain to fight Steve off.
Her pussy was wet by the time Steve pressed his cock at her yielding pussy lips, it felt good, she hated it. He started humping to get himself right inside her and his cock went deeper every thrust until it was all in the fifth time.
“This is rape,” Steve said, “Like forcing you, not sticking me dick in a nice wet cunt which god knows how many fists have been up, except you are super wet again this time, are you sure you don ‘t want to do this?”
Sophie was shocked to the core.
Steve continued, “Now open your mouth I want to rape your mouth with my tongue.”
Steve turned Sophie’s head and kissed her mouth, his tongue explored and then her tongue explored his mouth, all thoughts of rape were forgotten they just formed one entity for that moment.
“Coffee anyone?” Martha asked as the two stilled after Steve shot his load.
“You ruined my shirt,you’ll have to buy me another.” Sophie protested, “And we got cum on my favourite chair.”
“Coffee?” Martha asked again.
Sophie pulled her skirt up and pulled her ruined shirt back on allowing her jacket to fall to the ground. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you.” she sneered.
“No,” Steve admitted, “I couldn’t and if you suck me hard I’ll do it again.”
“I said no,” Sophie protested, “No, as in no means no and you still did it, doesn’t what I say mean anything?”
“No, not when you’re lying to yourself. Your eyes said you wanted me, your tits and, well you were wet down there, and we already did it,” Steve said plaintively, “And it was good, both times, really good like it was meant to be, you me and a baby.”
“So you fuck me and I’m your property suddenly?” Sophie demanded.
“No, responsibility,” Steve suggested, “I was asked to be a sperm donor remember, I thought you asked, and it was no hardship, it saved asking you out and buying an expensive meal.”
“I did ask him,” Martha explained.
“So that makes it all right does it?” Sophie asked.
“I’m getting hard again, where do you want to do it this time?” Steve asked as he looked down at his swelling cock.
“Where? not do you? What sort of a self important entitled moron are you?” Sophie asked.
Steve looked hurt.
“Ok, do what you want,” Sophie suggested, “One more time won't make much difference, or do you want to fuck my ass this time?”
“No, I can’t kiss your mouth if I do that, “ Steve said, “I don’t have a double jointed neck.”
“You don’t have to fuck me to kiss me,” Sophie reminded him.
“No but it’s nicer,” Steve admitted and he reached out and pulled Sophie towards him.
They kissed lips to lips and this time Sophie felt for Steve’s cock and started gently wanking, this time she would rape him except she found herself pulling him down into her favourite chair and guiding his cock back inside her.
“Are you sure you are gay? “ Steve asked suddenly as he slid effortlessly inside her and started humping,
Sophie was shocked, “This was not in the ***********,” she thought and she realised this was the best sex she had in absolute ages. She grabbed Steve’s buttocks and pulled him towards her and waves of pleasure began to wash over her once more.
“Only you could take the morning after pill and we could start dating if you like?” Steve suggested.
“No way,” Martha responded, “You’re my slave.”
“Maybe she has a mind of her own?” Steve suggested.
“She lives here rent free that’s the deal,” Martha insisted.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to fuck her then?” Steve suggested, “Anyway I want to keep fucking her so deal with it.” he said and quite suddenly he started pumping spunk.
Sophie shrieked as waves of orgasm washed over her, sex with Martha was never this good,her mind reeled.
“Ok, fine, so next time I decide when we do it,” Sophie insisted, “Day of night you come around and do me, do we have a deal?”
“No!” Martha protested.
“I’d like that,” Steve agreed.
Of course it didn’t work out and two weeks later Sophie moved in with Steve.