I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can't remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or...not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen. To pretend to rape me and make it seem real and then cuddle and laugh with me later? That person does not exist, I am pretty sure. Or if they do I won't be into that person otherwise than sexually, and that gets boring. Anyway...
So I got a response. Maybe several responses but I only followed up on one. He was married, so he probably would not be able to get too attached after the fact. He was older, which is better for this scenario. Because rape is all about power, after all. And who wants to lose power to a peer? It's demoralizing and that's not sexy. Also he was semi-attractive. Or attractive enough to do what I wanted him to do, anyway.
We e-mailed back and forth a few times. I never spoke to him on the phone. I didn't want to become too friendly. I planned it out and he agreed to follow the rules. He told me I was hot and seemed pathetically grateful that I was willing to let him touch me under any circumstances. I began to doubt he was into rape fantasy so much as he was into touching female flesh which did not belong to his wife. I shrugged it off because I didn't have the courage to start again. I wanted this to happen and he was already in. So we set the date and the time it was to happen.
I was so keyed up the night before I couldn't sleep. I tossed all night until about two hours before. I got up and showered and did my hair and makeup. I unlocked the front door and put on some panties and arranged myself under the covers so that my bare breasts showed. I pretended to sleep.
The front door opened. My heart was audibly pounding against my sternum, but my face didn't give me away. My eyes remained closed and I controlled my breathing. I looked serene, unworried that a complete stranger was in my apartment, in my bedroom ogling my naked breasts. I felt his hands on them, grunting appreciatively under his breath as he fondled me. I felt him pull back the covers and heard him take a sharp breath in. His hands wandered all over my body, groping from my thighs to my breasts and back again. His hands left me and I waited a beat before I peeked through slitted lids. He was undressing. I took in his suburban dad windbreaker and his New Balance sneakers and smirked before I forced myself back into my peaceful pretend sleep. I felt his bare skin rub along mine as he climbed into my bed. I felt his legs on either side of me. I thought maybe he would just start fucking me while I pretended to sleep, but he moved up along my body until his thighs squeezed my ribcage and I felt his head poke my chin. I chose to pretend to wake up then. I stretched and opened my eyes, and seeing this man, gasped and tried to struggle. He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. He took advantage of my gasp to shove his dick into my mouth.
"Shhh," he said. "You're all right, just be a good girl and this will all be over soon."
I have to admit I was incredibly turned on. Of course I was, I was having my fantasy come true. He held me down and gagged me on his dick for a few more thrusts before I started raising my head to suck it more.
"Oh my god you want to suck it, you're so fucking hot you little whore. Keep sucking my big dick, slut." He grunted the words through gritted teeth.
He fucked my mouth with such enthusiasm that it popped out and I gasped the only word that came to mind...
"Please."
"Please more or please stop?" He moved so that he was stretched out on top of me, his cock pushed into my belly.
"Don't rape me. Please." I tried to make my eyes looks wide and innocent and pleading.
He kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth and stabbing my mouth with his. He tasted of toothpaste and coffee. Maybe I was the only woman he'd ever kissed besides his wife. Maybe his wife wouldn't blow him or even have boring vanilla sex with him...I brought my mind abruptly back to the present...
"You wanted this, whore; you leave your door unlocked and sleep in only panties? You're begging to be raped." He reached between us and pulled my panties down enough for him to rub his cock between my labia, which were quite slick already from my arousal.
He groaned and closed his eyes "So fucking wet already, you're a bad girl who likes being raped by strangers, aren't you?" I shook my head. "Aren't you, whore?" I shook my head again. He reached behind my head and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back. He bit along my throat and kept asking me if I was a bad girl who liked being raped by strangers. I said nothing, I couldn't move my head because of his grip on my hair.
"Admit it, whore."
I said nothing. Until he got to my breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit it hard, rolling his tongue over the sensitive tip. I moaned with pleasure, wanting him to spend hours, days just torturing my nipples like that. He did the same to my other nipple and then stopped and looked at me.
"Say it. Say it or I'll stop."
"I'm a bad girl who likes being raped by strangers." I finally said, in a small, little girl voice. That must have really turned him on because he went back to licking sucking and biting my nipples and thrust his hard, bare member deep into me. Wait a second, this guy agreed he'd wear a condom! Maybe he put it on when my eyes were still shut.
