Rape Fantasy

I’ve always had a rape fantasy.  Now, to some people that may seem absurd or at best, a little strange.  I can’t help it.  It’s the control, the complete submission that I feel, knowing I am powerless and at his mercy.  I had often imagined playing this little game with one of my best male friends.  Although innocent in action, we had often talked of things sexual and wondered if we would ever have the chance to act upon our desires.  I knew deep down that he would go along with anything I asked him to do.

He’d never know it, but I imagine him taking full advantage of me, spreading me open, making me feel like the dirty little slut that I am.  He would call me nasty names as he held me tight against his chest, making me wet with anticipation.  Then, without warning, he would pull me to my feet, throwing me down onto the bed and forcing me to fuck him the way that he wanted.  I had played the scenario out in my mind many times, only making me hotter for the real thing.  I decided that it was time to find out.

We were sitting around on a Friday night, having some drinks.  We had snuck out to meet each other, late into the evening, after everyone else had decided to go to bed.  The conversation was light, and as usual, turned to sex.  We jokingly talked about our sex lives with our partners, what we enjoyed, and what we would love to experience.  We continued to indulge ourselves with alcohol, taking pleasure in the friendly banter and becoming hotter for what was inevitably to come.  After a few more drinks, I knew that I was ready to make my move.  I leaned over and kissed him.  It was something I had often thought about-what his lips would feel like against mine.  It sent a shiver up my spine as I held his face and stroked his hair, my tongue never leaving his mouth.  We continued like this for a few minutes as I fumbled for his zipper in the darkened room.  I slowly unzipped his pants and shoved my hand deep inside, reaching for his swollen cock. I could feel the veins protruding and I couldn’t wait to have his whole length shoved deep inside my mouth.   I began to stroke him as he fondled my breasts underneath my shirt.  I pulled his pants down a little further so I could wrap my mouth around that beautiful throbbing penis.  I slowly took him in, and began to lick him with soft, slow strokes.  He moaned softly, as I took his balls into my mouth and ran my fingernails along the base of his shaft. I sucked each of his balls, biting them and swirling my tongue around the base of his cock.   I pulled back so I could have his cock in my mouth once more.  I swallowed him whole, making him gasp, and then worked it back out so that only the head of his cock was in my mouth.  He held my hair back as he watched my mouth slide up and down, until he could no longer stand it.  He pulled me off of him and began to undo my pants, ready to fuck my hot pussy.  He knew that I liked it rough from our late night conversations, and he intended to give it to me that way.  We got completely undressed and he told me that he was going to fuck me until it hurt.  His nasty talk was only making me hotter as he bent me over the arm of the couch and started to rub my wet, throbbing pussy with his engorged cock. 

“So, you like it rough, do you?” he whispered, as he continued to rub my clit.  I moaned, bucking against him, begging him to fuck me.  He teased me mercilessly as he placed a blindfold over my eyes.  I was totally helpless now and he knew it.  He wanted to indulge my fantasy that I had so often alluded to in our nasty conversations.  With the blindfold over my eyes I could only rely on my senses and utmost trust in him.  He told me that he was going to fuck me like the dirty little bitch that I was and that I was going to enjoy every minute of it.  He was only making me hotter as he told me to get on the floor and spread my legs.  I willingly obeyed his every command, knowing I was fully under his control.  He pushed my legs apart and shoved the entire length of his cock into me, showing my hole no mercy.  He continued to pound me, driving his cock deeper inside of me until he was almost ready to explode.   “Turn over bitch”, he snarled, pulling his cock out and rubbing it in his hand.  When I didn’t move fast enough for him, he slapped me hard against my outer thigh.    I cried out, asking him to please not hurt me.  I turned over with my ass towards him, and spread my legs.  I started to rub my clit, as he pushed my hand away. 

“Be still!” he yelled, “I am going to fuck you like you deserve, you little whore”.  He slapped my ass, leaving a welt, and asked me if I was ready for a good fucking.  “Yes”. I stammered, although my cries were now muffled by the shirt he had gagged me with.  He slid his cock into my dripping pussy and grabbed a hold of my hair, using it for leverage.  He yanked it each time he reentered me, telling me how I was such a bad girl for inviting this experience.  I could hear him breathing heavily as he continued to pound me, harder and harder, his balls slapping against my ass.  He cried out as he came, filling my pussy with his hot, sweet cum.

I laid down against the pillow, as he slowly removed the blindfold and man-made gag. Once removed, I turned over and licked my sweet juices from his cock, relishing in the excitement that I felt.  I had wanted it for such a long time that it only made it hotter to share this experience with him.  We continued to lie together until dawn approached and we parted, looking forward to the next time we could be together.  I wonder what fantasy we will bring to life next?