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My “lover” finally introduced himself as Paul.

He led me by the hand to the bed . He slid my nightdress up to my neck kissed my breasts and worked his way over my stomach to delve his face between my open legs.

Mr. weasel had the video camera up very close, taking in all the action as Paul’s tongue teased my already engorged clit out of its hooded shelter. The tablets I had been given, together with Paul’s expert administrations had taken me to another level and I began to moan and squirm in utmost pleasure. I held my hips up to Paul’s mouth, begging him to devour me, his teeth biting, his tongue probing, his lips sucking, my cunt gushing copious quantities of love juice over his mouth and chin.

Matt also stood close with his still camera, wait that’s not Matt, where is Matt?

I cried out in release of my orgasm, reaching forward to hold Paul’s head to me, grinding my fully awoken cunt into his face.

I fell back down, weak after cum, Paul straddled me, right over my body, and for the first time I could see, hovering over my breasts, his beautiful cock. Beautiful it was, I have never seen one so sleek and long, it was so hard, so erect, I have caused this to become erect I thought with pride. He glided it over my body to my face.

As I opened my lips to receive him I could see out of the corner of my eye three men struggling, Matt was in the middle and they were dragging him to the door. “Stop Bonnie” he was crying or something like that.

Paul’s beautiful cock was probing my mouth, I held his balls in my hands and gently squeezed them then I kissed and licked the entire length of his shaft, down to his scrotum and attempted to place his balls between my lips, but it was impossible, he was just too big.

He repositioned himself and started fucking my mouth once more, you know when I’m relaxed and feeling good I can take it deep, his tip was approaching my throat with every thrust, I just needed to adjust my breathing pattern to remain comfortable.

To be honest I was beginning to feel a little light headed. My brain was becoming fuzzy.

Why was Matt fighting with those two men?

Paul withdrew from my mouth. I would have gladly taken his cum but he now wants to fuck me. Good I love to be fucked. Matt fucks me so well, he makes me cum so easily. His prick slid past my cunt lips and started a wonderful thrusting motion Milf rape. I really love Matt’s cock…no not Matt….Paul’s cock….where is Matt?

His hand was rubbing my clit as he rode me. My breathing was becoming faster and faster and I let loose screams and moans as I came. My eyes closed and I was transported to a sunny meadow where Matt and I were joined together as one, my vagina was swallowing his cock, always to have it deep inside of me…….

FUCK ME MATT, I LOVE YOU SO, MY CUNT IS YOURS FOREVER………

Matt? My eyes opened. I cant see Matt. I can only see Paul’s grinning face above me as he continues to push his cock into me and I continue to fuck him back.

So good, it feels so good……

My mind is clearing. I want Matt. He needs me. He was bashed. I must look after him.

My clit is insatiable. It controls me. I need this cock deep inside my womb, my cunt was now so wet it was running a river.

Paul was now pulling his full length out of me and ramming it all the way home, each time hitting pleasure points deep inside my body. Every time Paul withdrew my own cum squirted out, even my thighs were becoming wet. Paul? No I want Matt. I don’t want Paul to fuck me, I want Matt. I called out his name. Not in passion, all of a sudden the passion was leaving me, I called for Matt because I needed him war rape stories.

I needed him to take me away from here. I started to struggle. Paul’s hands grabbed my wrists and held my arms outstretched and increased his rate of thrusting.

The feeling of him increasing his tempo was so wonderful, I could feel his huge balls banging on my ass…but…..but…..this is not right, I want it to stop.

I started bucking my hips, not in tandem with his movements but to try do dislodge him but to no avail. I started screaming for Matt, I don’t want this anymore.

He started to spurt, I could feel it hitting my pussy walls, feel it filling me and washing over my cervix.

My god, he’s not wearing a condom.

I started to cry, to plead, I didn’t want him to loose in me. I was screaming for help. How could I have done this? My brain was so clouded.

Suddenly somebody had hold of my arm, they were rubbing it. A syringe appeared and the needle point was pressed into my arm, deposing an unknown fluid into my veins.

Immediately I found peace. In a dream state I could feel Paul’s cum leaking out of my open pussy lips. Hands turned me over to lay on my stomach. My head was laying over the edge of the bed. Weasel was there rape daughter in law. Next to my mouth. His penis was in his hands. I automatically opened my mouth for him.

Unknown hands spread my ass cheeks. I could feel a body laying over me. A mixture of Paul’s and my own cum was being transferred by someone’s fingers from my cunt to my asshole. A hard cock pressed against the resistance at that place. I could then feel it slide right in. It didn’t hurt a bit. Nothing hurt. No sensations.

I fell asleep and dreamt of Matt loving me, he was loving me in every way possible. I had willingly surrendered every part of me to him, every entrance to my body was his to take. Somehow in my dream he was using my pussy, my ass and my mouth at the same time. I was his and his alone, held safe in his arms to be happy with him for the rest of my life.

But I have just woken up now and its not a dream. I had to put this in my diary before it all faded.

I don’t know how I got home, who showered me or who put naked in my own bed.

I hear noises in the kitchen . It must be Matt. I will go and join him.

I have just been told to finish my diary entry free rape movies.

It was not Matt. It was “The director” and another bikie. They brought me breakfast. And an orange juice. And 2 more tablets.