[MF] Forced Sex Fantasy

One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:

“Andrea, have you ever had a rape fantasy?”

I was in love with Saleem; if I could be anyone in the world, I would be him. He is beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind and loving. We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the last six months. He was great, a real keeper. The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little… tame in bed.

There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it. And vanilla is a nice flavor too. But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:

Bondage play, golden showers? “Hmm, sounds interesting.”

Threesomes, spanking? “That could be fun.”

Anal sex, exhibitionism? “Could be interesting.”

Role playing, dildos? Well you get the picture. He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem’s idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on. And he was pretty fucking good at that, I must say.

So that is why I was surprised when Saleem asked me about rape fantasy. He had never talked about his sexual fantasies before, and I was pleased to hear him opening up.

“Yeah” I said, giving him a squeeze “I bet most people have.”

“Would you ever… you know, want to act it out?” Saleem got embarrassed easily talking about sex. This was by far the most he had ever opened up to me.

“Sure” I said “That would be a blast.” Play rape wasn’t really high on my personal list of fantasies, but I had told Saleem many times that I was up for anything. And it might be fun.

“Could be interesting” Saleem said. I could tell he was turned on again. He crawled on top of me, and we sixty-nined until his talented tongue had given me a couple yummy orgasms, and his beautiful cock had spurted a fresh load of come into my hungry mouth.

The next day was Saturday, and we rode our bikes to the park and had a picnic and played Frisbee with friends. Then we rented a movie, drank beer, and crashed out.

I woke up early on Sunday morning, and ran upstairs to have a little chat with our neighbor Audrey.

Audrey didn’t look like a dyke; at least I didn’t think so. She had big eyes and ears that stuck out and seemed almost pointed at the ends. She looked a little like an elf actually. She was waif-thin, with almost non-existent hips and butt, and a nearly flat chest. She had fine features, a pleasant laugh, and hair down to the middle of her shoulder blades that varied wildly in color from day to day. It could be anywhere from magenta to electric blue. Today it was bleach blonde. She had a tiny nose stud, but aside from that and the hair, she dressed fairly conservatively. She wore more makeup than I ever did. She worked in some dot-com where she pulled long hours and made a ton of money.

Audrey and I had slept together once, when Saleem and I had first moved in. It had been a lapse of judgment on my part, but even though I felt really guilty about it, I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret the incident. Audrey might be a skinny little thing, but I swear her tongue was about three feet long and could bench-press her own body weight. The three of us had become friends, and we hung out fairly often. Sometimes Audrey would hit on me, but not too hard. I had hinted broadly to Saleem that I was attracted to her and wouldn’t mind watching him fuck her, but the only response I got was “Hmmm. Could be fun.”

When Saleem woke up, we had a hot cup of coffee ready for him. His hands were cuffed and tied securely to the headboard, his feet were velcroed to a spreader bar; items that had come down with us from Audrey’s apartment. We had thought about gagging him, but had decided against it. For now.

“What the fuck is going on?” he spat as he struggled into consciousness. Saleem has never been much of a morning person “Andrea, untie me, let me go!”

“Do you want the coffee or not” I asked coldly “Bitch?”

“Yes” he said, as Audrey brought the mug to his lips. He drank deeply “Please tell me what is going on?”

“Fuck you” Audrey said, putting the cup down on the side table and slapping him across the face. I winced, that was hard. “You’re ours now. Our property.”

“What?” Saleem looked over at me.

“Shut the fuck up Bitch” I told him sternly “And things will go easier for you.”

“I’ve got to pee” he complained.

“So what’s stopping you?” asked Audrey, picking up an empty pint glass from the dresser.

When it became clear that we weren’t going to untie him or let him up to use the bathroom, Saleem realized that he would have to pee in the cup or humiliate himself by pissing all over himself and the bed. Audrey held his limp penis, and he tried to go, but he couldn’t release. It was cute watching him struggle to relieve his swollen bladder. I probably didn’t help matters much by pressing on his stomach. Finally, nature took over, and Saleem let go with a yellow flood that seemed to go on forever. We laughed at him as Audrey directed the stream into the glass. I was a little worried that it would be more than the pint glass could hold, but it wasn’t.

We left him there to stew for a little while, while we flushed his urine, and smoked a joint in the living room. I was having a lot of fun, and seeing my boyfriend naked and helpless on the bed was more of a turn-on then I ever would have thought.

When we came back, pleasantly stoned, he again begged us to let him go. It was kind of cute. Audrey had to gag him with a pair of my dirty panties just to shut him up. Saleem struggled and glared, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

Audrey and me started making out on the foot of the bed. At first it was mostly just to tease him, but we got really into it. Pretty soon I had all but forgotten about Saleem and his predicament there on the bed with us. Audrey is a really good kisser, but I had forgotten just how good she is. I got lost in her lips and her tender touch. Clothes went flying, and before long, we were down to panties. Audrey was all over my tits, which she seemed to enjoy immensely. I was playing with her nipples, which were smallish, brown, hard as rocks, and pierced with thick gold rings. She moaned as I tugged hard on her rings, distending her titties as she sucked on my own sensitive nipples. My clit was humming, and my panties felt drenched.

I looked over and realized that Saleem had grown an erection while Audrey and I had been playing. I pointed this out to her.

“You fucking little slut” Audrey snarled “You got turned on watching me with your girlfriend, didn’t you?” Saleem nodded. She slapped his dick hard, which only seemed to make him harder “You’re lucky we don’t cut your balls off, you know that?”

Turning to me, she said “I think it’s time he got a taste of pussy, don’t you?”

I agreed, though I would happily have been the one tied up between Audrey’s thighs at that moment. She pulled off her high-cut bikini underwear, revealing just how naked she was. Audrey had waxed her cunt recently, and there wasn’t a hair to be found down there, she was bald as Patrick Stewart. She sported a tattoo that I love on her left ass-cheek of winged fairy girl, legs spread wide, masturbating with an improbably large dildo.

I felt a twinge of jealousy as Audrey undid Saleem’s gag and crawled on for a ride. She sat on his face, mercilessly rubbing her bald snatch up and down on his tongue. From the sounds she was making, he was doing a pretty damn good job down there too. Meanwhile I pulled off my own more than damp underwear, and fumbled with the straps of Audrey’s harness.

The dildo that she had fixed onto it wasn’t that huge. It was black and silicone, and realistically shaped, down to a pair of balls that were supposed to stimulate your clit. A lipstick vibrator fit into a slot at the base. It hummed pleasantly against my pussy.

Audrey was bent over Saleem’s face now, her small tits hanging down, rings glistening and jerking as he concentrated on her clit. I crawled on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his penis sliding down my stomach and rubbing up against my fake cock.

Audrey’s asscheeks were spread wide apart as Saleem pleasured her, and I just couldn’t resist sticking my tongue up her sexy ass. I licked up and down her crack, teasing her until her little rosebud was gasping and winking for attention. Finally I pressed my tongue into her hole, tasting her earthy, sexy taste, driving my tongue as far up her backside as I could while Saleem slurped away at her wet cunt. She came, cussing like a sailor and grinding onto both our mouths.

While she recovered, Saleem and I kissed. She was all over his face, and I liked tasting her slick wetness on him. It made kissing him feel nasty and naughty. There was no more whining to be let go, and his nice big cock was harder than ever.

“The little slut is a pretty good pussy-eater” Audrey said “Not as good as you though.” I blushed at the memory. “I think he’s ready to get fucked, don’t you?”

I think that was when Saleem notice the strap-on I was sporting for the first time. His eyes went wide, but he didn’t say anything.

Together, we rolled him over and onto his knees. “Make him suck your dick” Audrey told me. remaining on [forced sex experiment](https://thebestsexstories101.blogspot.com/2019/10/rape-fantasy_29.html)

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