My ex bf in college used to ab use me (he had an obsession with my breasts) and invite his friends over to ra pe me with him or while he watched. I used to be pretty f'd up about it but now it helps me to take control of it by leaning in. So, here's my body - tell me how you'll ra pe or ab use me and where in or on me you'll cum. I'm your dirty little whore - hurt me, master!

I have a confession and I do not know how to approach my next move.. last Friday I caught my boyfriend using a home made glory hole in our garage that led to more.

So let me set the scene.. we recently had some neighborhood kids messing with our house and we installed a camera system on the outside. I bought an extra few cameras for inside the house as well just in case. I put one in our garage because my boyfriend is always out there building things, working out, watching TV, drinking beers, etc. and I was going to use it to talk to him.

One day he was messing around with the old doors we replaced inside the lower level of our house and I didn't think anything of it. The next day I go to work and I am sitting at my desk and my phone pings saying their is motion in the driveway. I pull up the phone app thinking one of the neighbor kids is getting up to no good again and I was shocked to see a random person's car in the driveway next to my boyfriend's. He didn't tell me he wasn't going to work today.. A few moments later another ping goes off on my phone saying motion in the garage. So I open the app again assuming my boyfriend is in the garage and I was going to ask why he was home. He was in the garage alright and before I could say something, I noticed a makeshift door and wall in the corner of the garage near the door to the outside. Inside this door was about a 3" hole and my boyfriend was sitting there right next to the hole. I gazed at my phone trying to figure out what was exactly going on here. What happened next made me almost vomit at my desk. A cock entered the hole and he started to stroke it.

My boyfriend looked genuinely excited. Zero hesitation what-so ever, as if he has done this a million times. He stroked this anonymous dick in the wall then leaned over and wrapped his lips on the cock head. I watched in awe as he swallowed this guy's load and he smiled afterwards as if he won an award. Another ping went off notifying the driveway camera again. The stranger got into his car, a blue chevy sedan, and left. Not a minute later, a silver ford pickup pulled in the vacant spot. Out walked a man in a black hoodie and hat and entered through the garage door. Garage camera pinged now, and I watched again as my now ~gay~ boyfriend eagerly accept this man's cock down his throat.

I wanted to leave my job so bad and head home to bust him in the act. However I couldn't, especially if I am going to leave him, I am going to need my job to provide for me. I ignored my phone and tried my best to stay focused on my work, holding back the deep pain in my gut knowing what I just witnessed. My phone pinged every 10 minutes until lunch time. By the time I was able to grab my phone and look, there was 14 camera notifications.. 7 for the driveway and 7 for the garage. Each notification came with a 15 second clip, all clips were the same M.O. guy pulls in driveway, gets a blowjob from my faggot boyfriend, then leaves.

I could not think it could get any worse.. but it did. My phone goes off and the next guy started all the same. However a few minutes of blowjob go on, then I hear some murmurs that I couldn't make out, and the door with the hole in it opened. My boyfriend guides the man over to his weight bench, bends himself over, and the stranger gets behind him and starts to fuck him. He got closer to the camera so now I can make out every word they are saying. So much dirty talk.. the stranger telling my boyfriend how he is going to pound his man pussy, and my boyfriend begging to get fucked harder. The stranger wraps both his hands around his neck and begins to choke him as he fucks harder and harder.. this move was familiar to me because I actually get off when my boyfriend would do this to me.

While all of this is going on.. a ping going off again at the driveway. Another vehicle pulls up. A black Cadillac. I switched to the garage camera and there he was, still getting fucked relentlessly over his gym bench. Entered a black man through the makeshift door. He pulled down his pants and my boyfriend took him in his mouth. The dirty talking continued with the intermission of him gargling down a dick, and then he begins to beg to be bred. The man fucking him starts to moan load and he came inside of him. The black guy moved out of the way and I got a good view of my boyfriend, he was bent over still, fully erect, and a huge pool a cum on his gym bench while his cock dripped with cum. Did he just bust from getting fucked??

He scooped the load off the bench and begins stroking the black guy with his load. Then continues to suck him while tasting himself on him. The black man got behind him and began fucking him relentlessly too. Another man entered the garage and began spit roasting my boyfriend again. My boyfriend was bent over taking all these anonymous loads. He had countless loads in his stomach and now 3 in his ass. He is on his back now on the bench and I watched as one after another came inside the garage, then came inside his ass. He had to be getting close to double digits at this point.

The straw that broke the camels back is what happened just after 4PM. A person entered the garage and I knew right when he entered, it was one of his buddies. He was someone that always came off as macho, but deep down inside everyone always thought he was gay. His friend laid down on the bench and my boyfriend slid his dick inside of him riding him reverse cowboy. I watched as huge globs of cum gushed out of his ass onto his friend's cock. There was so much is was pooling up on his friend everywhere, just making a huge mess. His friend announced he was cumming and then my boyfriend said he was too. He got off his friend and proceeded to clean up everything he could from his cock, balls, and stomach. I watched his friend go limp, then slowly work back and erection, as my boyfriend continued clean up duty. He was giggling like a school girl seeing his friend get hard again. Then he goes "do you want to fuck my face?" and his friend stood up, grabbed the back of his head, and shoved himself down his throat. My eyes still glued to the phone, watched as my boyfriend was doing a way better job getting throat fucked than I ever could. He came down his throat, then left our house.

I went home about my business because I am at a lost for words or emotions on how I should react. A part of me hates his guts, but another part of me wants to explore this more with him.

The Night I Remember Who I Was
by @Military_Spouse

Nobody knows this. I’m telling it now because, honestly, I just want it out. Yes, this happened.

In university, I was in love with a man who broke me down in ways I didn’t even realize until years later. He was charming on the outside — funny, magnetic — but behind closed doors, I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was his toy. His cum rag. His property. And I let it happen, because I believed that love meant letting someone own you.

We broke up in the fall of my final year. And that was when I met someone new — gentle, kind, the kind of man who held my face like it was made of glass. He’s now my husband. But this story isn’t about him.

He was on an internship in Russia for three months, and I was left behind with empty nights and lingering shadows. I went out with my girlfriends, trying to remember what it meant to be free, to be wanted without being hurt. But I was still tethered to something darker.

That’s when I saw him again — my ex — across the room at a bar. He barely acknowledged me, like I was some old hook-up he could barely place. And maybe that made me feel something... dirty, maybe defiant. I let him buy me a drink. One turned into several. My friends left. He offered to drive me home. I should have said no.

But I didn’t.

Instead of taking me home, he drove us to his place. Said I looked like I still wanted to party. I told myself I was in control this time.

His friends were there — two of them, watching me like they knew stories about me. And soon, he was telling those stories out loud. How I used to beg for anal. How I could deep-throat until I gagged and still kept going. How I rimmed him like it was dessert. And I didn’t stop him.

Because by then… I was wet. Humiliated. And incredibly turned on.

I laughed. I played along. I performed. I let it happen.

Clothes came off. My body obeyed. One dick in each hand. His cock in my mouth. My ankles in the grip of his friends while he whipped my pussy raw with his belt, barking, “Keep the whore’s legs open.”

And the worst part? I came. More than once. Loudly. Shamelessly.

They fucked me all night — rough, ruthless, relentless. One would cum on my face while another drove into me from behind. They took turns using my holes like I was nothing. And for those hours... I felt like everything.

When it was over, he didn’t even offer a shower or a bed. Just called me a cab and told me to get out. I dressed slowly, sore, wrecked, dripping.

I checked my phone.

Missed calls from my boyfriend — now husband.

I called him. Told him I was out with girlfriends. Lied without flinching. He said he had a surprise and was coming back into town early.

He arrived at my apartment two hours later. I hadn’t even washed the night off of me.

He knocked.

And when I opened the door, he dropped to one knee and proposed.

I said yes.

We called our families. We laughed. We cried. He held me like I was sacred.

And beneath it all, I was still sticky with someone else’s cum.

I tell this story not because I regret it, but because I don’t.

Yes, I was shaped by "Bad Treatment". But I learned that I crave roughness. I crave degradation. But on my terms. Now, I choose when I want to be a whore. I choose who gets to use me, and how. And no, my husband can’t give me that — not yet. But I love him. And he knows who I am.

People judge women like me.

But I don't care.

I own every inch of this story. I own the filth. I own the power. I am Cari. And I am free.