(My partner and I enjoy role-playing consensual non-consent/rape-play scenarios. They are a staple part of our sex, along with a lot of kinky variety. Everything done here was consensual.)
About two months ago, my [mid-20s M] darling little cum-hungry slut of a submissive [mid-20s F] put some old PJs in a pile of clothes to be donated. I fished them out and told her to keep them and wear them the next time that she wanted me to rape her. She turned pink, but stashed them away at the bottom of her closet.
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Fast-forward to last weekend. We had threesome plans that fell through, and were both incredibly frustrated and a little on edge. She had spent part of the previous evening tied to a chair, Hitachi on her clit, and a remote control in my hand, and so was in a submissive yet frustrated mood. While searching for something else, I spotted her old PJs on the closet floor. I fished them out, threw them (and a sleep mask) at her, and told her that she needs to take a nap.
I then left the room and made a cup of tea.
I stomped around the kitchen, noisily opened the back door and slammed it shut, remaining in the house. I quietly crept up the stairs to our room. Once inside, I took the time to drink in the sight of her in those old, comfy PJs. She was lightly curled up against a body pillow, her face in the crook of her elbow, arm elegantly wrapped around the pillow. Her legs were stretched out, and the camisole top of her PJs were clinging to her frame.
I began by just gently breathing on her. She tensed slightly on my first exhalation, but relaxed once she realized that I wasn’t going to immediately grab her. I took my time letting my breaths caress her arm, shoulder, and neck. She trembled with barely-contained anticipation.
I sat back on my haunches, scissors in hand, and contemplated her. I originally wanted to pin her down, rip her clothes off violently, and fuck her senseless, but such an elegant presentation demanded a more elegant response. I reached out to our night-table and grabbed my EMT shears (an important part of safe sex, especially in our missed threesome), and gently snipped open one of the thin shoulder-straps of her camisole. She did not stir. With a single finger on my other hand, I lifted up one side of her top and used the shears to slowly cut her camisole open from the side. I was moving slowly, not wanting her to realize what exactly I was doing until it was too late.
Once the camisole was cut open, I let the sides fall apart, revealing her beautiful breasts to me. She felt the cold air on her skin, and her already hard nipples tightened even more. She played the part perfectly, remaining still and asleep, but her goosebumps gave away her anticipation.
I moved to her pants next. They were three-quarter length soft cotton shorts. My initial plan was to cut them down each leg, but that would take so long to do subtly that I doubted I could restrain myself. I made a snap decision, gently pinched the crotch of her shorts, pulled it away from her, and cut a hole in them. The hole was perfectly sized: it revealed her pussy or her ass, depending on how I peeked through it. She was glistening wet and so *aroused* by how I was about to use her body. As soon as her scent hit my nostrils, I knew that any hope I had for slowly escalating this further was lost; my deepest primal instincts took over, and I felt like a spectator in my own body.
I grabbed her far leg, pushed it further outwards, and vaulted onto the bed. With one hand I grabbed a fistful of hair, with the other, a fistful of ass. I pushed her face-down into the pillow, nudged her legs further apart with my knees, and roughly forced every inch of my rock-hard cock into her tight little cunt from behind.
She was so spectacularly wet from anticipation that her cunt didn’t offer any resistance.
The moment she began to whimper, I moved my hand from her hair to her mouth, covering it and forcing her jaw shut. I didn’t want her to whimper or beg or plead, I just wanted to use her body as my personal fucktoy and dump a load of cum deep inside her pussy.
She was slow to fight back, but eventually she managed to partially flip over, almost knocking me off the bed in the process. That’s when I flipped her onto her back, ripped off the remnants of her top, and dug my fingers into a breast, making her cry out from between my fingers. “Shut the fuck up” were my first words to her since she started her nap, followed by “if you say a single word, I’m going to use the wetness from your cunt to rape your ass. I will fuck it as hard as I like and leave you bleeding.” There was a flash of actual panic in her eyes, reinforced by my hand moving from her mouth to her neck.
She opened her mouth as though wanting to say something, but then though better of it. I took advantage of her momentary distraction to force a kiss on her. She began thrashing violently and almost silently crying. “Wait until your boyfriend finds out that you kissed your rapist,” I taunted her, “its not rape if you kiss me.”
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” I continued mocking her while thrusting into her, “maybe then your boyfriend won’t get back and discover my cum inside you”. She nodded vehemently, but wisely remained silent.
“Good”, I told her, “suck me off bare and I’ll put a condom on.” She shook her head.
“Then I’m going to fill your tight little cunt with cum until it drips all over your boyfriend’s cock.” Eyes wide open and gazing at me, she shook her head. Then she closed her eyes and, with a pained expression, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
“Good choice little slut. Remember, if I feel your teeth on me, I’ll punish your tight little asshole.” I pulled out of her, moved to straddle her face, and shoved my cock into her mouth. She immediately began struggling against my weight, but I held her there and continued to *use* her.
The angle proved frustrating, and the head of my cock couldn’t quite reach the entrance to her throat. I pulled out, grabbed a condom, and put it on. “Your mouth is a fucking disgrace. Be happy your cunt feels good, so I don’t have to rape your ass instead.” I slid back into her cunt and kept fucking her.
By now, my own orgasm was fast approaching, only held back by the sudden addition of a condom. She was struggling beneath me, evidently emboldened by my use of a condom.
“Dirty little slut.” I pounded her hard “So fucking close. This fucking condom is keeping me from coming.”
Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. “No…” she began to say, before remembering my threat, shutting up, and shaking her head from side to side.
I reached down and pulled the condom off, slid back into her, and came. Hard. I kept thrusting deep into her through my orgasm, and could feel her twitch and clench from feeling me pulse inside her.
*Scene end.*
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She later told me that I finished coming, collapsed onto her, called her a “dirty little slut who has earned every drop of cum with her hardworking cunt”, and only regained consciousness after a few seconds. This ranks among the hottest experiences of my life.
I’m going to go to a thrift store over the next weekend and pick out a nice dress for her, with the understanding that I will bind her and use her mouth, cunt, and ass when she wears it. If she’s a good girl, I may even use her holes in that order.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/92xprz/mf_cutting_off_clothes_consensual_nonconsent