I am an abuse survivor, but it doesn't affect me the way it's supposed to. I'm apparently supposed to be traumatized and need counseling, but actually, I'm fine. I'm actually married to a good guy who knows my past and we have 2 bulldogs. I work two jobs, one that pays and one for fun. Everything is all good for me, but my family and the friends that know think I should be a mess...

Maybe it's because I've been a sex object basically my whole life, idk. It started with a babysitter when I was 4 or so, and he didn't really do anything, he just had me get naked and show him my body. After a while, he got my cousins involved and we just showed off our parts to him and each other while he watched. It was smart because when we told our family when we were like 7, no one believed us. There weren't any "signs" at the time and people just thought the fact that we would just get naked and run around the house was normal for kids.

About 7 or 8 is when my half-brother started molesting me. He always made it a game, usually tickle fights or wrestling, but it would always end up with him feeling my pussy under my clothes or having me touch him. He was 13 when we started, so he knew better. It went on until I was about 12.

At 13, I started fooling around with random people and ended up getting into a tough situation with the boy down the street who was 15. He ended up forcing me to suck his cock and made me drink his cum. He pinned my face down so I was choking when he finished, but weirdly I'm very into that now. I started sucking all the boys cocks at that time and at 14, three brothers had me in their family's backyard farm and each took their turn unloading on my face. Their dad caught us and they told him it was my idea, which got me into a ton of trouble with my mom (no dad in my life). That's when her boyfriend used to take me aside for private time and I lost my virginity to this 40 year old man at 15 after learning all about male pleasure zones and how to use my mouth and hands.

At 16, I rebelled and moved out, living with my 20 y.o. cousin. She was doing drugs and I was the rebel punk kid at school, thinking I was cool, but one night when I was 17, we were high as fuck on a friday night, and she forced me to eat her out. I loved ever second of it, and so did she. We started putting on shows for her dealer who was 45 and the third time he pinned me to the couch and raped me hardcore while my cousin watched and smoked weed. It was only rape because I didn't actually consent, but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.

After that, I was an adult, and basically, I never say no to sex. There has never been a situation where I regret the encounter at all, thought there have been some awkward situations or very rough guys, but I've never felt like I was in danger... especially since I've usually been the one to be like "harder" when they think they are raping me.

I currently work in security and there's a cleaner that comes in to clean sometimes. She's a 51 year old, ex-meth head and she doesn't recognize me, but 6 years ago, when she was strung out and working as a prostitute, I was a client... sorta. I found her on craigslist and booked her for a couple of hours, but when I got to the hotel, she was out of her head. She looked much worse than her pictures, so I was turned off, but she wanted the money...

Her 14 year old daughter was hanging out at the motel pool, doing homework or something, so this Mom of the Year called her in. They had a fight but this lady forced her daughter to start sucking my cock. It was okay, but the girl was reluctant. I asked if she was a virgin and the mom said no.

I upped the money to $250 (was supposed to be $150) and the mom accepted. She made her daughter get on the bed and I plowed her as hard as I could knowing that I would never get the chance again and knowing that I would slip into this girl's memory as just another of the guys that her mom pimped her out to.

She wasn't tiny, a devolping teen for sure, but not super small. Still, she was super tight and the condom broke due to friction. The crackhead mom tried to spit on it a few times, but it didnt help, and after it broke, she told me to just hurry up... I did not and used my entire remaining time slot sliding my cock in and out of this girl. When I did come, I pulled out and shot my load over her stomach (I didnt want repercussions) and paid the mom an extra $25 to lick it off.

So that is one of my favorite memories and now this "recovered" meth head doesn't remember me. But that's fine, because I have to check her ID each time she comes to the building, so I have her current address in case I decided to do something non-consenting...

I (15f) was on the bus and this guy sat next to me. I had a yeast infection and it smelled quite strognly. So i felt very self conscious.

Anyway, the guy (in his 40s?) Leans over and starts saying how yesst infection clesr faster if its clesned throughly. I guess he wqs allusing to him clesnibg me. I was getting desperste and curious so i asked him if hed help.

On the mect stop he took me to some public washrooms and gave mw the most through cleaning with his tongue i ever had. I had a small orgasm but now was super horny. He then started whipoingbout his cock and inserting it in me.

I was like wtf you doing? He then said to shut up and started rsping me. I was scared but because i was horney i let him fuck me.

Best. Fuck. Ever.

Sadly i got oregnant and since i was 15 i was not allowed to have an abortion. I ended up giving her up for adoption.

My grandfather one time took all my clothes off stuffed his tongue in my 14 year old pussy when he was 78. Then he shoved his old cock in my mouth and then put a pen in my asshole. Touch my pussy hole. He also chocked me and shoved my panties in my mouth. He also cut my nipples with a jackknife a piece of it is missing and I still have scars. He then fucked my asshole then my pussy choking me he came in my pussy. I was screaming but now looking back I likes it. Now he is like 81 and he try’s to grab my pussy but he’s too old to move

I let my daughter be a party girl. I made sure she knows that if she needs a ride home, Daddy will always come and pick her up, no judgement.

On the surface, it sounds like balanced parenting, letting her have fun, but making sure I know where she is. The truth is, I wait for the calls when she needs me. I love hearing her slurred voice on the line, because then I know it's Daddy's turn. I go pick her up, trashed out of her mind on whatever they were serving, I bring her home, strip her down, and make her my little sex kitten for the rest of the night. I've eaten her pussy, made her suck my cock, and fucked her every way I can think of. My daughter has the most amazing tits, a perfect ass, and the tightest pussy I've ever had. She loves it, always ready to spread her legs for someone. She just doesn't know that it's Daddy pumping her pussy at the end of the night. I fuck my drunk, slutty daughter until she passes out, then the next morning she's in tears when she finds me, telling me that she thinks she had sex with someone. I just hold her close, tell her it's all right, get her a morning after pill and make her breakfast. She can always come to Daddy if she's in trouble, the trouble is, it's Daddy making her cum.

My aunt (mom's older sister) is a raging alcoholic. One year when I was about 18 but not quite, she got super drunk at the family christmas party. Her husband was also drunk AF. She was stumbling all over, so the uncles and stuff tried to get her to the bathroom before she vomited. They went looking for her husband, but couldn't find him (turned out he was off banging one of the nieces, we later found out). I got volunteered to check on her.

Since she'd been told her husband was coming, she thought I was him. The bathroom was small, and when I entered and shut the door, I was already practically standing on her. She sat up, face planting right into my crotch. I reached down to move her head and she moaned and started biting at my dick, which was slowly growing.

I should have stopped her, but it wasn't long before she fished my dick out of my pants and started sucking on it. I locked the door to the bathroom, moved so that her head was against the sink cabinet, and proceeded to face fuck her.

After I came in her throat, she started to gag and I pulled out just in time for her to throw up. I then left the bathroom and reported to my family that she was vomiting, so someone else came in. She had apparently passed out again.

After it came out that my uncle had banged one of the nieces (no relation), she didnt believe the story because she was with him at the time it happened... or so her memory goes....

Years ago, when my sister and I were young, we were home alone. This was a common occurence considering we came from a low-income family and both parents worked at shitty, long houred jobs. She's two years younger and we were just stupid kids, but our parents couldn't afford a babysitter, so here we were, home alone, late at night.

We stumbled across a sex movie on HBO, back then they were broadcast, and we started watching it. Needless to say, I got very horny and I'm sure my sister did too. But I didn't ask her. She was on the floor between me and the tv while I was in Dad's chair. I got an idea to mimic what we were seeing on TV, so I slid up behind her and started kissing her neck.

She told me to stop, but I didn't. I was too horny. She tried to fight to get away, but I was bigger and pinned her to the floor. I was just humping her and then the video changed to some hardcore stuff, so I pulled out my cock, pulled down her pants and pushed into her. She told me it hurt, but I didn't stop.

At some point, she stopped fighting me, giving up and letting me keep fucking her. We were young, so I didn't really know about orgasms and cumming. I just kept sliding my little dick in and out of her until the movie ended, then I stopped.

When I let her go, she ran away and hid in her room. After that, she didn't talk to me for a long time, but she later told me, as adults, that she was worried she would get in trouble for watching the movie.

She never really forgave me, but honestly, I never asked for forgiveness. I still think about it and get off to the memory