My Diary Part 1
What a difference a month makes. I can’t believe how much has happened since I gave myself completely to Matt. I just can’t believe it. I just can’t. I read the entries I have made in my diary its so difficult to reconcile my feelings. Even now I’m still confused. He did love me, I’m sure he did. I loved him totally. I think I still do that’s why I cry so often but in the beginning it was wonderful.
Saturday 31 August 2002
Busy week. I have been modeling for the fashion show, I love this job, I know I will never reach the heights of a super model. LOL. Well maybe I would if I had no boobs and a skinny body but I’m quite happy with what I’ve got. Obviously other people appreciate what I’ve got too as I’m getting a lot of attention, especially from the advertising agency camera man. His name is Matt and he’s so cute. He has asked me out to tea tonight. I’m really looking forward to it.
Sunday 1 September 2002
Wonderful night with Matt. I wanted to look nice for him so I wore my short black dress, its just about the only one I can get away with when I don’t wear bras. I guess with 36c breasts I cant get away with too many outfits without supporting my boobies. Its mid thigh in length, no pantyhose, ( its a warm night) and sandals with slight heels. Anyway I thought I looked hot, my long blond hair contrasts so well with the black silk dress. Well Matt’s been telling me I looked hot all week when he’s been photographing me in various outfits. We had such a nice tea at a top restaurant, this guy knows his wines. I think I drank a little too much !! You know he didn’t even try to kiss me until we were in the back seat of the taxi on the way back to his apartment but he didn’t stop with a kiss, his hand was under my skirt and tugging at my g string. I normally put up a little more resistance but maybe it was the wine, maybe it was that I really liked this guy, but I immediately opened my legs for him. Well when we did reach the apartment we were all over each other . Within minutes were we naked in his bed. Its funny what you can write in a diary, things I would never say out loud, BUT THIS GUY IS THE GREATEST FUCK THAT I HAVE EVER HAD !!!! LOL. I mean it, I orgasmed as soon as he entered me. I loved it, he took me missionary, doggie, me on top. He made me cum in each position.
As we laid together in each others arms afterwards he started talking of my modeling career and how much he likes photographing me. He asked me if I had even posed for “those” type of photos. Of course I Haven’t !!! He told me he wants to take some, just for his own private use. I just laughed and went down on him, he was soon hard again and fucked me so well once more. I actually ended by giving him head and swallowing, something I have rarely done before, but even that felt so wonderful, so natural. I stayed with him all night and he woke me the following morning with his hard manhood sliding into me from the spoon position. After breakfast I came home in a taxi, he asked to keep my g string as a souvenir. I had to keep my keens together all the way home !! he.he. I felt sexy and wicked. All day today I can feel him on me and in me. I can still feel his arms around me, his cock in my puss and in my mouth. I think I’m in love.
Monday 2 September 2002
Why hasn’t he rung? I’ve been thinking about letting him take “those” kind of photos. After all he is a professional photographer. I’m a bit nervous about letting him ( heard so many stories about them getting onto the net). I’m excited about it too. It’s a secret fantasy of mine to pose like that. ( like what?….how exactly does he want me to pose? ) I think I will let him. I trust him. He still hasn’t rung.
Tuesday 3 September 2002
I rang him. Said he’s been so busy. I’m seeing him tonight though. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. I’ve changed over the past few days. Never knew I could enjoy sex so much. He brings out the best in me. I masterbated twice yesterday.
My Diary Part 2
Well I saw Matt again last night….rather an interesting night. I went to his apartment, I wore my jeans and t shirt, matching pink panties and bra. He held me and kissed me, I love a man who can kiss properly and Matt is the best. I go week with desire when I feel his lips on mine, tongues entwining, strong arms around me, moisture was already filling my pussy, I could feel it making my panties damp. He showed me a lot of his photographic work, much of it rather tasteful nudes. I couldn’t help but wonder how many of the women he had brought here and photographed like that but he told me they were glamour models who actually paid for portfolios to be taken. So it was all done very professionally. I believe him. He took me by the hand to his bed. Laid me down gently. Unzipped my jeans and removed the jeans and panties with one tug. Pulled my t shirt over my head and unhooked my bras. They joined my other clothes on the floor. Silken scarves appeared from nowhere. Before I knew it my arms were above my head outstretched and tied to the to the two behead posts. My legs were being spread wide and the scarves tied my ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed.
I have never felt so exposed or vulnerable before. I had never been tied this way before. I loved the feeling. Matt smiled as he undressed, looking straight up between my legs. I’m always neatly trimmed there, at the best of times my whispy pubic hair does not hide much anyway. He could see I was already moist, I was breathless with anticipation. He was also ready by the look of his manhood standing to attention. Taking my face in his hands, he knelt beside me and fed his cock into my mouth. I wanted my hands free to caress him but he just used my mouth for a short time and then positioned himself between my legs. With his hands under my ass he slid his penis to the hilt with one stroke, my vagina was so moist he simply touched bottom with one hit.
GOD I LOVE HIS COCK !!!!!! I don’t know what it is, the shape, the length or the thickness of his dick, or maybe its just Matt but he made me cum almost immediately. I’m usually pretty orgasmic with other guys before but they need to at least play with my clit for awhile…. As I say I came very quickly and was quickly building up to another giant O when……. Knock !! Knock !! Somebody at the door. Matt stopped mid stroke. No I whispered…….pleading…… He withdrew from my body and threw on his bath robe. Matt I whisper….ignore them….. He smiled and left me tied, spread eagled on his bed and went to the front door, at least he closed the bedroom door. I could hear Matt talking with another guy. He came back into the bedroom as he opened the bedroom door I caught a glimpse of somebody looking in. Don’t freak out says Matt but Terry needs to borrow my tripods and lighting equipment which I have in the bedroom wardrobe, he’s coming in here to carry them out with me.
No !! I shreik but Matt picks up the bed sheet and quickly throws it over me…right over my face as well as my body, I guess all that was visible was possibly my hands and feet as well as the scarves. I was livid !!! Its ok not to be in control of the situation with your lover but this…… Terry comes in. What have we here he laughs and then I hear both of them moving the equipment out to Terry’s Car. Then silence. Finally Matt is back, he kisses me through the cover but doesn’t remove it. I feel his hand under the sheet caressing my thigh and then between my legs. He knows exactly to press my buttons because again I was moaning in extacy as his expert fingers made me cum. Then he was pinching my nipples and cupping my pubic mound and caressing my legs and rubbing my shoulders….then I realized not one but two pairs of hands were working on me !! Matt !! I screamed and he pulled the bed sheet away from my face…….
**** I will continue this nights events later. I’m still trying to analysis what my feelings about it are, why I did what I did, why Matt allowed it to happen. ****
My Diary Part 3
As Matt pulled the bed sheet down to my shoulders I saw Terry standing there grinning. I didn’t even know this guy !! My lover had made me cum, I had moaned like a bitch in heat and I wasn’t aware that another guy was in the room. ( Or had Terry made me cum? Whose fingers had rubbed me?).
Oh God I didn’t know what to do. My wrists and ankles were still bound fast to the four corners of the bed. There wasn’t much that I could do.
I looked at Matt with a question on my face, I didn’t want Terry to see me like this. I was angry, I was embarrassed. But I was also as horny as hell. Matt has stopped fucking me mid stroke to answer the door to Terry and the fingering I had just received had left me so wet and craving satisfaction. But not with two guys. Not whilst Terry was there. I’m not a slut.
Matt kissed me, Terry made some comment about me being beautiful and could he see the rest of me? Matt started to slowly roll the sheet off from my shoulders gradually revealing my breasts. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? I yelled, trying to break my arms free from the silk scarves but they held firm, I only succeeded in making the sheet slide further down completely exposing my right breast, on the side where Terry stood. In an instant he was on it, my nipple in his mouth.
STOP THIS MATT, STOP HIM !! But Matt just kissed me deeply and his had went onto my belly, sliding further down caressing my pubic hair. I didn’t want this but I couldn’t help it, I responded to Matt’s kiss. Terry’s mouth was on my breast, and now his hands on my thighs. These guys were taking control away from me. My pussy was getting more and more moist, which they both soon discovered as each of their fingers were on my opposing cunt lips and working their way inside of me.
I had the fingers of two men in my pussy at the same time and all I could do was lift my hips to try to give them easier access. I should have been yelling for help but all I was doing was moaning in pleasure. Damn that Matt !! I really don’t want this, I’m his and his alone, why was he letting this happen? Why was the bastard letting another man finger me? I came. I came loud with what started as a whimper and a moan ended as a shreik. I was straining at my bonds, each man had a finger in my cunt and each was squeezing a tit so tightly it was painful.
The sheet was lost by now and the guys stood back from the bed to look at me. I couldn’t look at them, my head was to the side and I began to sob. My legs were spread wide and I could feel my cum leaking out of my cunt lips and over my ass.
Matt took off his robe and positioned himself between my legs his hard cock at my entrance. I couldn’t look at him. He turned my head towards him and asked me what I wanted. Not this I replied as I tried to turn away again. He pushed a little with his hips and slipped an inch inside of me.
His cock !! I love his cock. He pushed another inch inside. I pushed my hips backonto his manhood. WHAT DO YOU WANT BONNIE? He sounded so sure of himself, so in command. Just do it I whispered. The bastard knows what I want. TELLS US WHAT YOU WANT BONNIE. Don’t make me Matt, just push it all the way in….please…..please.
Another inch. I moaned again. TELLS US BONNIE, TELL US NOW.
He slid further in, teasing my clitoris as he did so. That’s it. The point of no return. RAPE ME MATT, FUCK ME NOW, STICK THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK THE FULL LENGTH OF MY OPEN CUNT, JUST GIVE IT ALL TO ME. Did I really say that? Do I really want to be fucked in the presence of 2 men? Yes. I now am a slut.
With slow deliberate strokes Matt begin to fuck me. I think I came on the fifth stroke. Terry who remained fully dressed untied my wrists, I put my arms around Matt and held him tightly to me. Terry undid the scarves on my ankles and I wrapped my legs around Matts waist as I came again.
Matts strokes became quicker and quicker and we both exploded in a delicious orgasam.
We lay in each others arms. Terry kissed me. I surprised myself by kissing him back.
Matt was talking to me. Terry’s fingers were caressing me. Matt carried on … Terry won’t fuck you today. Next time he will. The next time will be Saturday when we both will be at your apartment to photograph you.
Yes Matt I said. They both kissed me.
Thursday 5 September 2002
Yes Matt? God what have I done? He asked me, no he told me, when I was at my most vunerable. I had just been fucked for heavens sake. I was still high. I cant do this. Not with two guys. I wont. I’m so confused. Why does Matt want to see another man fuck me? Terry is cute. If the circumstances were different it could be nice with him. But not two together. And the photographs, just what does that entail? What should I do? My fingers are down the front of my shorts as I write this. I have to think clearly. No, first I’m going to take “Mr Wabbit” out of his draw. Its about time he visited his burrow again. I hope the batteries still have plenty of charge.
My Diary Part 4
Matt phoned. He wanted to make sure I was OK after Wednesday night. I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t want Terry to fuck me.
Matt says I don’t have to do anything I don’t want.
I told Matt he can still take photos of me though. I did agree to have tea with both of them tomorrow night.
I have stomach cramps. My period is due.
Saturday 7 September 2002 Morning.
Full on period. Wont be doing too much tonight, that’s for sure. I feel like crap.
I also feel upset with Matt, I love him so much, I really will do anything for him but all he seems to want is to watch another man fuck me.
I just spoke to him on the phone, he seemed agitated when I said no photos tonight because of my period.
Men can be so insensitive.
Sunday 8 September 2002.
If I felt like crap yesterday, I feel worse today.
Had tea with Matt and Terry then went back to Matts place. The guys were pretty good actually. They didn’t pressure me. They was no way I wanted sex. I knew that both of them had expectations and I did agree to give them both hand jobs. I even sucked each of them a little. They laid on the bed and I went topless. I made them each cum onto their stomachs. I love to watch a guy cum.
I went home early and have spent most of today in bed. I hate period time.
Monday 9 September 2002
Feeling much better. Had a long talk with Matt on the phone, he’s so sweet. I know he really cares for me. I love him so much. The subject of the photos and a threesome with Terry came up again. I give in. I told Matt I would do it and wont change my mind this time. I don’t want to risk loosing him. He wanted to arrange it during the week but I said no, next weekend. I really do have to psyche myself up for it. I’m seeing Matt…just Matt…not Terry… tomorrow night.
Tuesday 10 September 2002
Seeing Matt tonight !!!!! I’m feeling horny and sexy again !!! IM GOING TO FUCK HIS BRAINS OUT he he. Well at least I want him to fuck mine out, not that there much there. LOL. I’m staying the night, I want him to fuck me before bed, hold me close all night and the fuck me again before breakfast. And then again after if we have time. God I’m an animal.
Friday 13 September 2002.
No entries the past few days, I’ve been too upset. Its Friday 13 today but Tuesday 10 was the worst day of my life, early hours of the morning of Wednesday 11 actually.
I went to Matts Tuesday evening as planned and we made love, not that seems to matter much now.
At about 2 am there was a huge crash and three guys broke in. They were on us before we realized.
We were both naked in bed. They dragged me out and held me against the wall. I thought I was going to be raped and killed. But they had other business with Matt. They bashed him. Just fists, no bats or bars or anything. They were big guys, dressed in bike leathers. I was screaming. The guy who held me pinned to the wall put a huge hand around my throat and said shut up bitch. I was being strangled, gasping for air. They were saying things to Matt about failing to deliver and time had run out.
Then they were gone, Matt on the bed with blood all over his face and me on the floor trying to breathe.
It was some time before we could talk. I wanted to call the police, Matt would not let me. He said we both would be dead very quickly if we did.
I wanted to know what it was all about, it must be drugs. He would not tell me.
Was it gambling? I had to know.
Finally he told me. I’m still in shock. This is what he told me as close as I can remember but I just went numb.
The break in was about me. I had been spotted by a Managing director of one of the large department stores I model clothes for. He wanted photographs of me naked. He wanted photographs of me having sex. He had paid a large sum of money to a motor cycle gang, The Rebels to arrange it. The Rebels had commissioned Matt to do this. But it was supposed to have been done by last Saturday. Matt told me that apart from drugs, gambling and prostitution the Rebels ran several “legit” industries in this State, including advertising and clothing. The advertisig agency he works for is financed by them. He told me that now this had started it must finish, I had to agree to it or we all would be killed.
I started screaming, this was the only reason he romanced me, this was the reason he got Terry involved… I struck out at him, I think he already had a broken nose and I hit him square on right in his face. I was trying to find my clothes to leave, I couldn’t see through my tears, Matt was telling me to be rational, think this through, I must agree to this or I would be very badly hurt. I found my clothes, dressed and went for the door. He tried to stop me telling me he genuinely loved me, cared for me and how I cannot cross this gang. I can look after myself I said as I slammed the door in his face.
My nightmare was about to begin.
My Diary Part 5
Matt has tried to phone all day. I hung up every time. I cant believe he agreed to take photos of me having sex for other people to see. Some old pervert in a corporate office thinks he can pull the strings and see my most intimate of acts. Not this girl !!! . I feel sick. And Matt was being paid to do it. I thought he loved me.
Saturday Evening.
Matt had finally stopped ringing. I’ve been thinking about it, what if Matt was forced into this? He was, after all, bashed very badly for not doing it on time. I don’t know what to think but I do know that in spite of it all I still do care about him very much. And I hit him on his already broken nose !! I will speak to him, I will ring him tomorrow, I just can’t bring myself to do it yet. One thing is for certain, I’m not allowing him to take those photos of me, we must go to the police about his bashing too.
I’m going out tonight, just with some girls, just a movie or drinks or something. Not looking for a guy. Sex is the last thing I feel like right now. And its not going to be a late night, I’m going to bed early.
Wednesday 18 September 2002.
I’m in hell. This is the first time that I could bring myself to make a diary entry since Saturday night. I was raped. Alone in my room in the early hours of Sunday morning. There were 3 of them, bikes again, I’m not sure if they were the same 3 who bashed Matt.
I was asleep, woken I thought by the old song “Hello baby, this is the Big bopper speaking…” Funny how your brain reacts to stressful sensations. A hand slapped my face. I SAID HELLO BABY !!!…..I opened my eyes, hazy….3 shapes….men…. YOU’RE AN AWKWARD BITCH AREN’T YOU? Bedcovers pulled off….somebody sitting on my legs. CUNTS WHO DON’T DO AS THEY ARE TOLD NEED DISCIPLINE.
I see the glint of a knife in his hand, I begin to scream. Panties are pushed into my mouth, the ones I wore last night, I can taste myself on them. GOOD LITTLE GIRLS SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD. Hands grab my wrists and hold them tight above my head, oh my shoulders, such pain…… I scream into my panties. My nightdress is pulled forward from my breasts and the knife severs it from top to bottom. Hands on my breasts, nipples squeezed, not squeezed, pinched. I’m so sensetitive there at the moment its agony. Fingers tug my pubic hair.
I THINK NEXT TIME YOU WILL DO AS ASKED. Hands roughly prize my knees apart, a finger is immediately pushed right into my vagina. I recoil as much as I can, the finger burns, scratches me, I’m not moist. My legs are held up, my ass is slapped. HOLD HER READY, IM GOING TO GIVE IT TO THIS BITCH. Hands hold my arms, my legs apart. He spits onto his hand and smears it over my slit. I feel his penis push inside, his attempt at lubrication does not help at all. It stings, it hurts, it feels so big, I know its not, its just I’m not prepared for it.
TIGHT CUNT AREN’T YOU? I LOVE BUSTING TIGHT CUNTS. YOU FUCKING BITCH. I’m crying, I can hardly breathe, he’s going faster and faster, its agony, there is no moisture. He uses my breasts as a handle. He lets out some grunts and collapses on me. I’m gasping for breath. He gets off of me. At least he used a condom. Small mercy for that.
I am dragged off the bed. The panties taken from my mouth. The tattered nightdress is ripped from my body. I can’t stand, they hold me up. Knife at my eye. YOU SCREAM AND YOU LOOSE TWO EYES AND THEN WE SLIT YOUR THROAT , UNDERSTAND?. I nod.
I am dragged into my lounge room. They sit down. THREE BEERS BITCH. I just stand there, I’m still disorientated and I’m sobbing. Whack !! Slap across I back. I fall to the floor. YOU BETTER HAVE FRIGGING BEERS IN THE FRIDGE GIRL, GET UP AND BRING THEM. I only had one bottle of beer. I brought it to them. They pass it around. NEXT TIME WE COME CALLING ON YOU BABE YOU BETTER HAVE A FRIGE FULL. NOW LAY ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF US. SPREAD YOUR LEGS. I’m in a daze. I do as they say. My head now is beginning to clear a little. How do they know where I live? How did they get in? Did they break in? Matt has my house key.
He didn’t….he couldn’t…. GET ON YOU HANDS AND KNEES YOU WHORE. Hands lift me and pull me into that position. I feel something very cold forced into my vagina. One of them had gone to the bathroom and was smearing my hand cream into my pussy. Another cock pushing its way in. IM GOING TO MAKE THE LITTLE BITCH BARK FOR THIS GUYS, SHE LOVES IT LIKE A DOGGIE. I Didn’t love it, I hated it. I was crying uncontrollably.
These were the animals, not me. They have no shred of decency, how can they do this to me.? He came. Good. I hope they will soon leave me alone. COME HERE YOU FUCKING COCK TEASER. The third one was sitting at one end of the lounge , naked from waist down, his prick standing up. He made me lay the length of the lounge, face down, with my head in his lap I knew what he wanted. I had a sudden desire to take him in my mouth and bite it off but in reality I knew I couldn’t. Then I would be dead, there would be no doubt. I had to survive this. JUST CATCH ME WITH YOUR TEETH AND I WILL KNOCK THEM OUT OF YOUR HEAD ONE BY ONE. He took my head in his hands and forced himself into my mouth. He held the back of my head by my hair and started to rock my face up and down on his cock. He was taking it slowly, not going too deeply, taking his time to enjoy it. My jaws were beginning to ache and my hair felt that it was being ripped from my skull. Other hands on my back. Tracing my spine and down between my ass cheeks. A finger on my rectum. God No !! I tried to wiggle free. Smack across my ass. Hard.
KEEP STILL YOU FUCKING TRAMP, DO THAT AGAIN AND I CUT YOUR NIPPLES OFF. Faster pumping in my mouth, deeper, I begin to gag. My ass cheeks are pulled apart. The hand cream squirted there. I feel something hard probing. It’s the beer bottle !!! I scream into the cock but he wont let me move my head. The bottle is hurting me, they are pushing its neck into my ass !! I have never let a guy fuck me there, a few fingers are all that I have experienced. They push it deeper, the pain is incredible, thank god that the hand cream is used as lubricant. The cock in my throat is throbbing, it is choking me. I feel it start to squirt. I hate this, it tasted awful, I was going to be sick. It was only 2 weeks ago I gladly offered my mouth to Matt, I wanted his cum, I swallowed it all lovingly… My world went black. A combination of the pain in my rectum. and lack of air to my lungs made me pass out. When I came to I was laying on the floor, cum in my mouth and drooling from my lips.
The empty beer bottle was standing next to me. I have heard how rape victims assume the fetal position afterwards, and that is exactly how I was when I came too. I was laying on my side , my knees drawn up and my arms hugging them into my body. The three bikies were standing over me. One put his boot under my chin and tilted my head up so I had to look at him as he spoke.
LISTEN TO THIS YOU BITCH AND LISTEN WELL. WE DON’T HAVE THE TIME TO CALL ON WHORES SUCH AS YOU SO IF WE NEED TO COME BACK WE ARE GOING TO BE VERY, VERY ANGRY. IF THERE IS A NEXT TIME I WILL USE MY KNIFE ON YOU, YOU WILL NEVER WANT TO VIEW YOUR FACE AGAIN IN A MIRROR, YOUR TITS WILL BE MINUS NIPPLES AND YOUR UTERUS WILL BE ON A STRING HANGING AROUND YOUR NECK. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS TO DELIVER THE ORDERED PHOTOGRAPHS AND AS A PENALTY FOR THE LATENESS OF THIS SHIPMENT YOU WILL ALSO BE REQUIRED TO PROVIDE A VIDEO OF THE ENTIRE SESSION. The bikies walked to the door. YOU HAVE A VERY NICE APARTMENT HERE he said as he closed the door behind him.
This and more rape stories were written by Bonnie