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I wanted a Rape Fantasy but was Turned into a Cum Slut!

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I wanted a Rape Fantasy but was Turned into a cum Slut!

My girlfriends and I talk about some pretty kinky stuff when we get together over a bottle of wine. One night we shared our fantasies about being raped. I had no idea I wasn’t the only one. One of my friends got this crazy idea. What if we each hired a gigolo to rape each of us for real? He would be given all of our addresses and all of our house keys. Then he could enter our homes at any time day or night so it would be a total surprise. My pussy got so wet I excused myself to the bathroom to make myself cum.

Every time I came home after that night my pussy was soaking wet with anticipation. By the end of the week I was masturbating three to four times a day. I was beginning to become frustrated by the fact that my rapist hadn’t shown up to rape me. I know, right? How strange of a person am I?

Finally I was awakened by a man in my room.

He was going through my clothes hamper digging out my panties. He would sniff them and then dig for more each time he found some. My clit began to ache watching him. His free hand was working his cock. It was still inside his pants, but I could tell it was a big one!

Should I pretend to be asleep? Should I scream? I had no clue what to do so I rolled over onto my stomach pushing my gorgeous ass out towards my would be attacker so he could get a nice view of it. I was wearing a babydoll and black g-string panties. Don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I knew my ass was looking mighty tempting.

Suddenly I felt a hand around my neck. It was him. It was time. I gasped, not playing the part, but truly startled by his authenticity. The hand squeezed tighter as he got in my bed behind me. His right hand went underneath my right shoulder. Then he grasped the back of my neck with that hand. My right arm was effectively immobilized. A big of fear began to creep up inside me. What if this wasn’t the right guy?

“Shhh,” he shushed me. “Don’t make a peep. This is going to feel real good if you just do as I say. If not I will make you hurt. Bad.”

I swallowed and told him I would do as he said.

As I wondered what was next he got up off of me and pushed me over. I got to see his face up close. God he was cute! My friends went over and above the call of duty finding this guy!
“I am going to tie you up. But don’t worry, as long as you don’t resist I am not going to hurt you. Most girls I do this to have orgasms right along with me. It is totally up to you on how this goes. Okay?” He asked.

I nodded that I would be a good girl and play along. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Then he used the straps to tie my hands to a bedpost on the corner of my bed. Next he pulled off my panties. He looked at the crotch before sniffing them. He looked at me with a serious look. Then he stuck out his tongue and tasted them. Finally he told me to open my mouth. When I did as he asked he shoved my panties in telling me to keep them there.

As I lay there with my hands tied to my bedpost and my panties in my mouth he parted my legs disappearing between them. His tongue was very strong. He flicked it across my clit with hard strokes that were so intense they shot shocks of energy throughout my quivering body. With each flick of his tongue my body quaked.

I let out a loud moan. He stopped his pussy licking and crept up close to my face with his own.

He told me I had to shut up or he would make me shut up. Being that I was pretty sure this was all set up by one of my friends I moaned again just to see what would happen. For that he slapped my face so hard I wondered if this was the right rapist or not.

My uninvited guest resumed his tongue flicking and I resumed my electric shock dance. Only this time I tried to suppress my moans as much as possible. Just as he had suggested I was getting close to an orgasm. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds out when he switched things up by jamming two fingers deep into my pussy.
The surprise of having them jammed in there like that threw me off of my orgasm. I tried getting back into the rhythm we had been in wanting so bad to cum. Just as I was getting there again he removed his fingers from my pussy and jammed his wet digits up my ass. I hadn’t ever really done much with anal sex before so this was all new to me. And once again I was thrown off of my orgasm.

Having his fingers in my ass felt good. He could have been less forceful though.

All in all I was able to get that rhythm going again. Now I was going to have my first rape orgasm and my first anal orgasm at the same time!

Right when my orgasm was about to explode he pulled his fingers out of my ass and got up close to my face again. No! Just make me cum already, I lay there thinking.

“Show me how dirty you are, bitch.” He ordered me as he removed the panties from my mouth and replaced them with his fingers. When I didn’t immediately suck on them he choked me with his other hand. Hard!

He yelled at me, “Suck them, you dirty whore!” He said this with so much gusto that I actually wanted to pee. I began to suck on his dirty fingers with my dirty mouth until he was sufficiently pleased with my work.

Before I knew it he flipped me over. I could feel his warm body pressing into mine. He asked me if I wanted it. I told him yes, but I was apparently too quiet for him. He choked me again and I yelled out that I wanted him to fuck me. He told me, okay then.

By midnight attacker got up off of the bed.

I could hear the rustle of clothing as he undresses. As he got back in I could feel his hard cock pressing into my fleshy ass. We rubbed back and forth on each other until his cock made it’s way into my dripping wet pussy. It slid right in. I was so soaked by this point.

As we fucked I edged my way up until I could get on my knees. With my ass in the air he was able to drip my hips and ram his cock into me. His eight inches of meat easily filled my entire pussy. I could feel it ramming into my cervix. While he pumped me full of his meat I rolled my hips trying to rub my clit on his shaft. I needed an orgasm!
Once again I was ready to cum. My breathing had become very labored and I was trying my best not to moan out loud. Before I could cum he pulled out of me. My hips continued to gyrate. My pussy was fucking his cock.

He laughed at me. He knew I was enjoying this.

I am not sure if he stuck his cock in my asshole because he thought I was liking it too much in my pussy or if he just preferred anal sex. What I do know if that in this position I had to work my hips extra hard to get my clit to rub up against his balls with enough force to make me orgasm. He seemed to enjoy my gyrating hips. I could hear his breathing getting harder.
He began spanking my ass. It was like he was doing everything he could to make me break the keeping quiet rule!

Timed just right his hand cracking my ass caused an electric pulse in my clit as it brushed up against him. Between all of these sensations I could feel my orgasm building up again. But once again he stopped! I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum!

He jumped off of my bed and began pulling my hands up the bedpost they were tied to. “Sit up,” he commanded. I broke the silence rule by asking him to please make me cum. He laughed and called me a cum slut. He told me I would have to suck his cum out of his dirty cock first.

Then he slapped me again for being a naughty girl.

Once I was sitting up he straddled me with his knees so that his cock was an inch from my mouth. He told me to open up. When I did he jammed his cock deep down my throat. I gagged trying to breath and keep myself from throwing up. Out of desperation I clamped my teeth down hard enough to get him to stop. He slowly pulled out and I released him.
“So you want to be that way, huh?” He asked. “Do that again and I will knock your teeth out of your face, bitch! Understand?” I nodded that I understood. “Good, now open your mouth again. You need to clean my dirty cock you stupid whore!”

We resumed right where we left off. He penetrated my mouth all the way back to my throat. As I fought to suppress my gag reflex I wondered which one of my friends bought this guy.

Sure, I wanted to have a rape fantasy, but now it was beginning to feel like I was actually getting raped!

Since I didn’t have much experience with anything to do with anal sex I certainly had never went ass to mouth. In my head I saw it was a dirty thing only the most vile nymphos do. But now that I was experiencing it first hand it wasn’t bad at all. Besides for the fact that this guy was rearranging my tonsils I didn’t notice a bad taste. It kind of tasted sweet.

With his hardon so far down my throat I couldn’t suck on his cock. The sweet taste of my asshole was making my mouth water. My saliva streamed down my chin to my boobs and was making it’s way to my slit. In about a minute or so it would reunite with it’s friends in my ass crack.

Another first for me was having a guy cum directly into my throat.

Usually I pulled back a bit when a guy was going to cum and I would finish him off with my hand on his shaft. My rape fantasy partner had no plans of pulling out of my mouth when he came. He exploded right into my throat. I stopped breathing hoping it would clear my wind pipe if I did. Tears ran down my cheeks as I tried to keep my throat open.

He finished filling my tummy with cum and pulled out of my mouth. I was looking forward to him fulfilling his promise to make me cum too. After all, he started this whole tirade with a line about other girls having cum when he raped them. It was my turn!

My midnight visitor got up and began to dress himself. I went to beg him to make me orgasm too, but he put his hand to my mouth. He told me to be quiet. Once dressed he examine his knots he made with my bra. He smiled at them. I wasn’t sure why. I could tell they were coming lose. If I worked my arms just a bit I’d get them out of there on my own.

Looking around my room my attacker noticed my cell phone.

He picked it up and dialed some code into it. Then he wrote down what looked to be my number. He put it into his shirt pocket and walked toward my bedroom door.

“I will be in touch,” was all he said.

As he exited my home I fought with my bindings until I wrestled my hands free. I strung up from my bed chasing after him. He had exited my house the same way he came in. Through my kitchen window. Why didn’t he just use the key my friend gave to him?

I bolted out my kitchen door into my backyard, but he was gone. As I stood there in the moonlight with my bra tying my hands together, and no panties on, I wondered if he would ever come back and finish the job.

Hurrying back inside I went to my room and worked my hands out of the knots he had tied. Once done I sat in bed thinking about everything that had just happened. Was he the gigolo or somebody else? Was this all just pretend or was I just raped for real? Subconsciously my hand found its way to my aching clit. I began to play with it without even realizing I was doing it.
I wanted to cum so bad, but I wanted to do it with him. Would he call me? Would he come back? I could feel tension building in my loins as my orgasm got closer. I also became aware of the fact that I was masturbating to the idea of being raped again!

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