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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against Good guys finish last in the QF-3 match
- Theme: Good guys finish last
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Good Guys Finish Last.
I was standing in my kitchen, with two cups of tea. Robin was in my bed. She had been snoring away when I got in from work. I guess I woke her up. I can’t believe the unfairness of it. She’d been out once already to visit the bathroom, ignored me and went back to bed. She’d been wearing my best Akira T-shirt when she’d appeared. Bouncing around in it enticingly, I didn’t mind that of course, it’d smell of her now. But she hadn’t even asked. She’d also eaten my last three giant cookies while I was out. I’d been saving them.
Robin, had been thrown out by her father and she’d come running to her ‘best friend’. Me. She’d texted me, asking to meet her at the park. I’d driven over there straight away, got there fifteen minutes early. I’d been in love with her for, like, years. She’d turned up looking like total ‘hot-busty-punk-siren, she was always sexy as fuck.
“Finchy, how ‘about lettin’ me stay at yours for a few nights, Dad’s chucked me out.”
“Shit Robin, that’s really harsh. And yeah of course you can stay. Long as you want!”
“Thanks mate, you’re the best. Dad’ll be out soon so I’m gonna nip in and grab some stuff, you mind drivin’ me?”
“Sure.”
When she emerged from the house, one of many run-down-and-in-need-of-a-paint-job places, she’d bounced back into the car with her pink and silver sports bag. She threw it onto the back seat, excited. She bounced everywhere. Those fucking tits! She slapped on my radio and stopped on some triphop thing I hated. Bounced around to the fast beat.
“Okay! Let’s go, let’s go!”
“Great!”
“Raided dad’s emergency fund. I wanna get some E’s or maybe some dots. Head for Bull’s place!”
I hated Simon Bulloch. Fucking-cocky-bastard-bullying-drug-dealing-piece-of-shit. I parked up outside his place, another run-down-and-in-need-of-a-paint-job place. The side gate to the back was open and we could both see him with a bag of aerosols. Was he graffiti-ing his own house?
Robin bounced out of the car, sauntered straight up to Bull, gave him a little wave. She leaned against the wall near him, flirting, crossed her long legs at the ankle, thrust her chest out. It made my guts twist.
However, it wasn’t going her way; she was getting agitated. He grinned, made some offer. She almost stormed off, back to me but she didn’t. She hesitated; her shoulders drooped. And within five minutes she was squatting on the concrete with her back against the wall, he hauled his cock out and stuffed it into her waiting mouth.
I couldn’t look away, couldn’t even blink, I just took it all in. She took it all in too, and he was well hung. She struggled throughout but he forced her to comply, to do it how he wanted. I felt sick and disgusted. But hell, I’d never felt more horny or more jealous, or more filled with hatred.
She got her E’s and stomach full of Bulloch’s spunk, and a raw throat. She was quiet and sulky when she got back to the car.
“Put his prices up?” I asked.
She didn’t reply.
We drove to mine and I helped her settle in. I was probably the first guy from our school to get his own place, rented flat, one bedroom, bathroom, kitchen/lounge. But I kept it looking nice, clean and tidy. All to impress Robin, not that I’d tell her.
After my shift at “Currys”, I spent the last of my cash on fried chicken and salad, picturing us sitting at my table to eat, maybe even by candlelight. I got back and she was out. The flat was cold and dark.
I texted her. Got a reply two hours later. A video clip... Of her, not from her… She was at a party, off her head. There was a naked guy in the background, bed in the foreground. The video panned around revealing her naked tits. Fuck! They were amazing. She was taking it doggie style by Scot-fucking-Reeves, High school football prick. A cocky twat. Another bad boy.
Robin’s face was all twisted up, she looked sexy as hell but out of it. Pupils dilated. Fuck! There was spunk around her slack mouth, and in her hair. The image lifted; a thick black cock appeared. It was shoved deep into her mouth, balls deep. Sounds of her gagging and moaning made my stomach do flip-flops. Male laughter then the video ended. I replayed it a dozen times, pausing on her bare tits and her ahegao face. I cried.
As I headed out to work, I found her asleep outside; still drunk, or hung over. I helped her inside. We staggered into my bedroom. She was bad tempered and dismissive of me. She climbed into my bed, fully clothed. I couldn’t be late for work and had to leave her like that.
I texted her three times, worried she might have choked on her own vomit. In my lunch break I bombed it home. She was still asleep but with her head hanging over the side of my bed. She had thrown up on the floor twice, but at least she wasn’t dead.
I got home from work. She was still asleep though the noise of my in the kitchen woke her up. She staggered into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the shower turn on.
I was sick of this. I was sick of her not noticing me, of her dating shitty bad-boys, giving it up left-right-and-centre to everyone but me. It was obvious that I was the one who deserved her.
Well, if liked bad-boys, I could be that.
I hauled off my clothes, I was already as hard as I had ever been in my life. I kicked the bathroom open. She spun around, aghast. All I could see was her naked body. My rock-hard cock throbbed.
It was time she noticed the good guy for once.
