Before you read this story I would like to stress that this is a fantasy. This did not happen and I do not condone or encourage non-consensual sex.
This story is for a friend who was too scared to write it herself and I hope that she enjoys it. If you enjoy it too, please remember to vote accordingly and your feedback, as always is appreciated.
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My biggest fantasy is to be raped. I'm ashamed to say that because it's not something a woman should
admit
.
My reluctance to say it out loud stems from a conversation I had once with a friend's boyfriend in a pub. We were chatting about fantasises (you know the type, sex in public, Britney Spears in
that
school uniform) when he suddenly announced that it was every woman's fantasy to be raped.
I thought it was the most misogynistic thing I'd ever heard because at that time, I saw rape as a woman being forced at knifepoint to have sex with a stranger in a dark alleyway somewhere. So why would any woman in her right mind want to endure that humiliation? No woman
wants
to be hurt and degraded like that.
But his words stayed with me and I was determined to prove him wrong in every relationship I had after that.
Every man I have been with knows that I'm no victim. I'm in control of all aspects of my life and I certainly don't let anyone dictate to me what I should do: everything is done
my
way, especially sex.
That was until last year. I was living with a man called Gabe who I'd been dating for 18 months. He called one night to say that he was having a drink with the boys but I was really horny so I told him to just have one because I was waiting naked in our bed for him. He agreed knowing that we only had sex when I said so and was shocked that I was initiating it without having to pester me for hours.
So I waited and waited.
Three hours later Gabe rolled in drunk, slamming the front door and tripping up the stairs. I was seething! There was no way we were going to have sex after he made we wait for three hours so I wrapped the bed sheets around my naked body and pretended to be asleep.
He eventually found his way into our bedroom stinking of beer and stumbled around the room, knocking things over as he undressed. He crawled into bed and said my name obviously hoping that we could still have sex but I continued to pretend to be asleep.
"I know you're awake, I can tell," he slurred.
When I didn't respond he said, "Have it your wayโฆ" and grabbed me, turning me over roughly.
"What are you doing?" I asked irritably as he ripped away the bed sheet and laid on top of me, entering me with a single, brutal thrust.
"Get off me you bastard!" I yelled trying to push him away but it was futile as the weight of his body pinned me down easily to the bed.
"You can't just come home and fuck me coz you're horny. I'm not a toy!" I protested, hitting and scratching him, determined to regain control of the situation as he continued to thrust his hard cock in and out of me.
But he didn't listen and instead grabbed my wrists and held them down to the bed, restraining me as he fucked me harder and deeper than he had ever done before.
I couldn't breath as his heavy chest pressed against mine squashing my breasts against my ribcage, the muscles in my arms tightening as he held my wrists firmly over my head. He grunted every time he thrust into me, his balls slapping against my firm ass as I wriggled beneath him.
My pussy ached as I felt it stretch to accommodate his cock and I begged him to stop but he kissed me hard, forcing his thick tongue into my mouth and silencing my protests.
I could taste the beer and cigarettes as his stubble pierced the soft skin on my face. So I surrendered, realising that there was nothing I could do, and just lay there as he fucked me mercilessly.
But then my body betrayed me. My pussy obviously enjoyed the attention of his stiff cock as I could feel it getting wetter and my clit began throbbing. I felt that familiar feeling in my stomach as my orgasm took hold me, wave after wave of pure pleasure coursing through my body. I tried to suppress my moans but we'd been having sex long enough for him to know when I was cumming.
I know I shouldn't of, but I came hard, crying out as my toes curled. He knew that he'd made me cum too as there was no way I could deny the intensity of my orgasm. My soaking wet cunt spasming around his cock obviously sent him over the edge too as he threw his head back and came inside me.
I don't know whether it was an instinctive, animal reaction or relinquishing control of a situation for the first time in my life, but it was the best orgasm I'd ever had. There was no foreplay, no sweet-nothings, and no soft touches just filthy, hard fucking.