Afternoon Nap

Author’s Note:

Sexual Assault is an absolutely heinous and inexcusable crime, and while I do not endorse it, I do acknowledge that many women, myself included, have “rape fantasies” which are indeed separate and very different from actually being assaulted.

This is one such fantasy. A fantasy about relinquishing control and responsibility for sexual desires.

Please enjoy.

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I got home from work around 3:30 as usual, my dog greeting me at the door for a hello and a pet and then quickly running off down the driveway to explore the neighborhood.

This was our routine. I left the front door open for his return. My secluded home at the end of a long, private driveway was my haven, a place to relax after a long day of hard work. Quiet, and surrounded by lush vegetation was my home, with huge windows and what could almost be a view of the ocean.

I made my way upstairs and discarded my work clothes on the floor of my room.

I threw on some jammies, a pair of light cotton drawstring trousers and a clingy tank-top, and was already fantasizing about my afternoon nap. I had been so tired at work all day and hadn‘t gotten much sleep the night before.

With my balcony door open and the fan turned on, the breeze gently flowed into my bedroom.

I lay down in bed and put on my eye-shade, a little mask I had bought to keep the light out of my eyes while I slept.

I sighed at the soft comfort of my bed and stretched out my tired limbs, my arms resting just above my head on the pillow.

The sound of the fan lulled me off to that netherworld just between sleep and the waking world.

I was so very relaxed and felt so peaceful as I drifted off to sleep.

I was roused slightly from my sleep as I felt something moving across my body.

My eyes opened and I saw only darkness, somewhat incoherently remembering that I was wearing my eye shade.

“Just the dog“, I thought, as I began to roll over.

I felt resistance as I attempted to roll over and get more comfortable.

Startled, I tried to move my arms again but they seemed to be tethered in some way to the headboard of my bed.

Now fully alert I felt a surge of panic as I tried again to move my arms, feeling the restraints that bound my wrists together above my head.

My thoughts racing and my adrenaline pumping, I thrashed my head about the pillow as if to look for someone in the room, whom of course I could not see with my eyes shade-come blindfold in place.

I saw nothing of course, my sight cloaked in darkness, and I heard nothing, other than the sound of my own respiration, heightened by my quickening pulse.

I froze, terrified and confused, attempting to deny the reality that I was actually awake and inexplicably bound to my own bed.

Nothing. I had no sense of real time as I lay prone on the bed, bound and blindfolded.

In all likelihood I had lain on the bed for several minutes, each second seemed a veritable eternity in my sensory deprived state.

Finally something-my body jerked in reaction to the feeling of weight on the edge of the bed, as if someone were sitting down near my feet.

“Shhh…” a soft , barely audible voice whispered.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt the paralysis of uncontrollable fear within me.

“Don’t be afraid”, the voice continued, rising in volume slightly, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you”.

It was a man’s voice, deep, but soft spoken.

Despite his instructions, I certainly was afraid and I certainly wasn’t going to be quiet.

As I began to inhale ready to let out what would be an absolutely primal, blood curdling scream I felt a hand cover my mouth.

I thrashed my head against his hand as he held it steadfastly over my mouth.

After struggling for a few moments I silenced my muffled cries and lay still on the bed.

The stranger’s hand still firmly over my mouth.

“Shhh….Quiet. Don’t scream.”

“If you promise not to yell, I’ll remove my hand.”

“Well?” he insisted as I lay still on the bed.

I nodded my head in assent and felt the pressure of his hand covering my mouth dissipate as he trailed his hand down my neck and chest to rest atop my left breast and my rapidly beating heart.

I breathed deeply, relieved that his hand was gone from my mouth, but dismayed at where it had ended up.

“Good that’s better, atta’ girl.”

“You act so shocked, but you shouldn’t be. After all, you’ve seen the way I look at you” he stated as he began to rub his thumb over by breast focusing on my nipple.

My face must contorted into a grimace with disgust at his movements and his familiarity with me.

“Who…Who are you?” I asked, my voice bleating. I racked my brain attempting to come up with a possible perpetrator. Who had I come into contact with who could be doing this to me? Faces blurred and recollections faded as I vainly tried to figure out the identity of my attacker.

“What….What do… you want from me?” I demanded, albeit rather meekly.

“What do I want from you? Well, that’s a good question, and one that will be answered for you soon enough”.

He was so cocky. I focused my disgust and feeling of helplessness on the darkness in front of my eyes, having no visible recipient on which to project.

“First, I prefer a woman to be in the nude” he stated as he moved his hands to the waist of my pajama bottoms and began working at the drawstring.

I could feel the delicate strings of fabric brush my stomach as he slowly untied them.

My senses heightened as I felt the material of the waistband loosen around me.

His fingers glancing against the soft skin of my sides as he began to pull at my pants, caused my skin to erupt in goose bumps.

He was trying to pull my pants off but I was of not being of any assistance.

“Now I don’t want to have to get rough, well not unnecessarily rough anyway. At least not yet. So move your ass” he instructed.

“Go on, lift your hips up towards me” he continued.

“I’ve seen you thrust that little pussy of yours in the air before. Do it. Do it for me now”

With my legs quivering I acquiesced and lifted my hips up from the bed allowing him to pull my pants down past my knees with no resistance.

“Ungh“, he groaned “Well, look at that, you even shaved for me, did you?” he observed, looking at my recently shaved crotch.

“You were expecting me?” he teased.

I registered a small grunt of disgust. The idea of a man, a perfect stranger, coming into my home and making comments about what my pussy looked like revolted me. His words not registering immediately, my mind a blur, I thought about him watching me. What had he said? That he’d seen me before? That he’d seen me naked? How?

Before I knew what was happening, he roughly spread my legs apart at the knees, the cool breeze hitting my exposed pussy, naked from the waist down, as I was. I felt the roughness of the stubble on his face up against my inner thigh. I felt the heat of his breath as he traveled upwards towards the intersection of my legs.

My clit jumped at the sensation of the roughness and heat against my sensitive skin.

I was not enjoying this. How could I be? This was disgusting., completely aberrant, wasn’t it?

I pleaded with myself to make this clear. The heat that I felt growing in between my legs was not that of excitement. How could it be?

As I felt his tongue lathe across my pussy, from the bottom near my entrance up to the top of my clit in one long stroke, his wide, thick tongue covering me in wetness, I realized that I was getting wet myself.

Caught off guard by the onslaught of his tongue I couldn’t help but render a small moan of surprise, which I tried, to no avail, to catch in my throat before it’s escape.

His head lifting from my pussy, “What’s that? Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked tauntingly.

“Well, good, I knew you would” and with that he sucked my clit into his mouth, suctioning his lips firmly around me as he created a vacuum of pressure with his mouth around my engorged nub, flicking his tongue back and forth over my now very distended and erect clitoris.

I moved my hips about the bed, trying to ease myself away from the contact of his mouth on my pussy.

This only furthered his enjoyment it seemed as he let out a series of grunts and moans and dove further into my pussy, letting his tongue slip inside of my hole, stabbing at me repeatedly.

“No…please…stop….NO….don’t….stop…..PLEASE” I moaned in reaction to his tongue lapping at my wet pussy, creating sensations of warmth and excitement over the folds of my delicate skin

“What? Don’t stop!? I knew you wanted it, you slut” his voice now taking on a sardonic tone.

“Tell me slut. Tell me how much you want me to lick your pussy. You do realize that your pussy is sopping wet for me, you whore” he hissed, in between darting his tongue over my moist cunt lips.

“Ahhh….AH… NO…NO” I pleaded, while moaning and gyrating my hips against his face unwillingly.

I felt the tip of a finger pressing against the opening of my hot cunt, probing the hole, moving the wetness around, and shuddered.

I was torturously conflicted, my mind awash with admonitions of guilt and shame, while my body rose to meet the hungry mouth of my attacker, responding to his touch.

Could it be that I was enjoying this?

I was unsure how that could be possible.

But here I was, bound and blindfolded, while my pussy received the most delicious tonguing from a man that I did not know, had not consented to, and could not even see.

He slipped his finger inside of me, my inner walls seizing up around his digit.

He grunted with what must have been satisfaction as my mouth opened wide and I let out a deep, guttural moan.

“UNGH….OH….GOD…” I groaned, thrashing my cunt towards his mouth, his finger working in and out of my slick pussy.

I felt another finger enter me and grunted at the sensation of fullness it caused in my tight cunt, stretching me open, wider for him.

He placed a third finger inside of me now, penetrating me more deeply, pumping his hand at the wet mouth of my pussy, “I’ve seen what you do….how you play with your little pussy.” he grunted, his breathing labored.

“You thought no one was watching,…but you were mistaken”, he continued. “You should really draw your blinds you know, at night, when people can see right into your room”.

He pummeled me with his fingers, my pussy making wet sucking noises at his assault.

My hips thrusting towards him, unwilling to deny the wanton lust he created in me, as he fingered me frantically while eating my pussy.

And with that he withdrew his fingers and removed his head from my crotch, depriving me of the sensations I had only just begun to enjoy.

His weight shifted off of the bed and a moment later I heard the sound of paper crumpling.

“Yes, here it is. Right where you put it last night.” he said as he rummaged through something noisily near my bed.

“I know you wouldn’t have it any other way, I’ve seen you before” he said, as the rustling continued.

I must have had a puzzled expression on my face, after all, the whole situation was puzzling to me.

“Your little baggy?” he asked as if a question, “The rubbers? The lube?”

How considerate, I thought sarcastically, and not without a hint of revulsion, my rapist, practicing safe-sex with me.

I heard the sound of a zipper being undone, my heart palpitating in response, and a moment later I felt the weight of my attacker on the bed, once again prying my legs open with his rough hands.

My legs trembled, my fear returning, in the absence of his mouth licking at my pussy causing me to retreat into my own numbing pleasure.

I was now acutely aware that this man could do whatever he pleased, and that I had no control over the situation.

“Relax” he seemed to intuit my fear and apprehension.

“I know how much you like a big cock stuffed in your little pussy. You’re in for a real treat ,slut”, he continued, hardly allaying my fears.

I felt a cool substance ooze over my pussy lips as his hand went down to massage it in.

I remembered the bottle of lube that I had near my bed in the small paper bag, as he generously applied it, rubbing it over my opened slit, paying special attention to my clit.

I couldn’t help but feel aroused as I felt the pressure of what was his cock pressing against the opening of slick, well lubed pussy.

He held his cock in place, just letting me feel the bulbous head against my opening.

My chest heaved, and noticing this he pulled roughly at my tank top which had clung snugly to my body, tearing it open, exposing my soft, full breasts. He lowered his head and took my nipple roughly in his mouth, biting down, not too hard, but enough to elicit a surprised squeal from my mouth.

He kneaded my other breast roughly in his palm while suckling and pinching my nipple between his teeth.

This sent shockwaves through my body which resonated in my clit.

As he roughly manipulated my sensitive breasts I ground my pelvis against him, wanting to feel more of his hard cock.

“Tell me slut. Tell me to fuck you”, he ordered.

“I want to hear you say it. Say it NOW. Tell me to fuck you hard” he said, in between mouthfuls of my tits.

“I…I…can’t” I stuttered.

“You’re a little whore…and you NEED to be fucked….so tell me, tell me to fuck your pussy…tell me you want my thick cock in your pussy” he beckoned, as I gnashed my teeth, my quivering pussy urging me on to say whatever he wanted

“Fuck me…fuck my pussy” I said quietly, barely audible against his rapid breathing.

“LOUDER, SLUT! Tell me to fuck you like the slut you know you are” he shouted forcefully

“FUCK ME! Please FUCK me….I‘m such a slut…FUCK ME NOW“ I said breathlessly

“Oh, I‘m gonna fuck you alright, I’m gonna fuck you HARD“ he said as his cock slipped deep into my waiting pussy.

“JESUS….God….Oh GOD…You’re fucking me…You’re FUCKING ME!” I yelped into him, his movements quickly picking up speed, his hard dick withdrawing from my sopping cunt and forcing its way back inside of me again.

His cock was huge. I had never felt so full before. His thick shaft pumped into me, stretching the entrance of my tight pussy.

“It’s so…it’s SO FUCKING BIG” I moaned over his loud grunts as he pumped his huge cock into me.

“Sluts like you need big cocks, don’t they?” he spoke as he moved his tongue to my ear and began bathing me with it.

He then grabbed at my ankles and pulled my legs up towards his chest, placing them upon his shoulders and holding them there.

His cock became like a piston, pumping into my pussy for all it was worth, making me cry out at the urgency and intensity of the pleasure.

His girth was enormous, but my pussy was so wet with the lube he had applied and my own ample juices that he slid in and out effortlessly, leaving me free to enjoy the stiffness of his big cock in my wet pussy as he fucked me mercilessly.

“FUCK ME…FUCK ME HARDER!”, I screamed as he pounded my cunt, no longer surprised at the sound of own voice.

My ankles still securely rested upon his shoulders as he fucked my cunt, rubbing my clit savagely with his fingers.

“OH GOD….OH MY GOD…..I’m such a dirty slut for your cock…OH….UNGH…AH …FUCK ME…Fuck ME!” I wailed as he pushed his cock ever deeper inside of me, penetrating me to the core, my pussy gushing with every stroke.

“Come for me slut. I gonna fuck you ‘till you come” he swore.

“UMMM…Yeah…HARDER…FUCK MY CUNT….FUCK ME…Make me COME!” I shouted, my voice halting with his dick pounding me.

He fucked me impossibly hard, ravaging my body, as he delivered his hard cock to my smoldering pussy, rubbing my clit in a rhythm and with a harshness that was unbearably wicked.

I felt the beginnings of the spasm building as my moans grew in volume to what must have been a deafening scream. The walls of my cunt began to seize up upon his cock, buried balls deep inside me, before he withdrew almost completely and drove his cock viciously into my pussy once again.

“FUCK..OH FUCK…GOD…I’M COMING” I shouted at him, thrusting my pussy towards his pumping cock, his fingers busy abusing my clit.

“OH..OH….YES, YES…FUCK…” my hips bucked against him serving to further offer him my convulsing pussy, as I came, my orgasm flooding my body, my wetness flooding his cock.

He thrust into me with abandon, his cock searing the walls of my pussy as I trembled beneath him, riding out the after shocks of my climax.

He pulled out of me and surely ripped the condom of his prick as I felt the huge head of his penis pushing against my mouth. I opened my mouth wide for him as he jerked his spurting cock into my mouth, pouring his come into me. I sucked at him greedily, wanting to taste every last bit of him as he shot stream after stream of hot come into mouth and onto my face, splashing his come on my tits as I felt his hand stroking his hard cock.

He fell onto the bed beside me, both of us groaning with pleasure, spent, as the force of our orgasms took their toll.

His breath was heavy, as was mine.

After a few minutes, when his breathing had subsided, I felt him get up and move a way from the bed. Startled, I aimed my head as to where I thought he may be standing in the room.

“I’ll be seeing you again, slut.” he said softly.

“Count on it”, were his last words, as the brush of air hitting my shuddering, naked body announced his disappearance.