For context I am a single business women, coming from a decently wealthy family. I’ve never been interested in romance, and until recently never had sex. I have a short stature and very large breasts, that have always made me the target of catcalls and mens passing gazes. This was probably one of the factors that turned me away from dating.
Although annoying, my curvy features were not all bad, and I learned that I could use them to my advantage in the corporate world. This means that often my outfits are slightly revealing, which, although helpful, does attract a lot of unwanted attention as well. One of my deepest secrets is that sometimes I enjoy being looked at, and during my occasional masturbation sessions, it was often at the forefront of my mind.
About a year ago, I was walking the short distance from my office to my apartment, late after staying overtime. My tight clothes were quite revealing, due to the meeting with a pervy man I had recently had. I never noticed him until he was right behind me, and didn’t think to scream until he had already gagged me. It happened so quick, it was like I had been teleported into the dark ally, helpless under the grip of this dark, shadowy, man. I was in shock, and unable to move or think until I felt his hand on my pussy, his rough hands the first man’s ever to caress its surface.
It’s hard to remember what happened after that, only feeling of violation and the shock of seeing and feeling a penis for the first time. I don’t remember how I tried to resist, but I do know it was futile, he fully ignored me, and continued to rub his cock on my virgin slit. One of the things I remember the most vividly was when he put his thick, stiff cock inside me. He had given me the small mercy of a some lube, making the insertion bearable. The feeling of the warm, hard penis is one that I will not be able to forget, just as the look in his eyes as he claimed my most private part is forever burned into my mind. Tears ran down my face as he bottomed out, his crude member enjoying my tight, warm insides.
He pounded me for what felt like years, grabbing each and every part of my body, even pushing his tongue inside my agape mouth, pushing against and rubbing all inside it.
The pain and horror are not what truly haunted me after the experience thought, no it was a small, almost invisible emotion that had been planted in me. This emotion slowly grew as I was violated, expanding and bubbling inside me. I tried to fight it off, but it was too much and it overflowed out of my mouth, letting a single quiet moan of pleasure float into the night sky. This small drop of pleasure among of sea of pain opened a floodgate that once’s opened, couldn’t be closed again. My mind fought against this flood, but my body was swept away, betraying me.
My pussy, red and filled with the invader, started to welcome its new inhabitant, growing first moist, then flooding with a torrent of juice. The more that flowed out, the more pleasurable the plowing became, and one quiet moan after another escaped my violated lips, until I could hold them back no more, and I screamed in ecstasy, hardening my rapist’s cock. My will was breaking and my body was melting in sick, perverse pleasure, my hips moving to meet his and my tongue dancing with his. My body fully surrendered to him, embracing and encouraging him to plow deeper inside me, while my mind wailed, assaulted with pleasure and pain.
The man, served by my traitorous body, shoved himself deeper inside me, and grunted unloading rope after rope of hot fertile cum deep inside my pussy. My body, seemingly trying to fulfil its purpose, welcomed the seed, and came hard as well, squeezing and milking his cock dry. Unknowingly to me, it welcomed the sperm deep inside me, impregnating my ovaries, and filling me to the brim. The last thing I remember is him sliding his now flaccid cock out of me, giving it a quick clean on my face, and walking away, not every glancing back once.
I don’t remember getting home, or even the next few weeks, but I do recall the torrent of emotions that filled me after seeing that I was pregnant. I never reported the rape, or talked about it to anybody, except my therapist. The unexpected child that I was given, is a gift that I will cherish and love, even thought her origin is one of shame.
The experience I had had lurks in the back of my mind and with the idea of having another child, one that I wish to pursue, it has come to the forefront of my mind. Whenever I walk alone my pussy grows wet and my masturbation sessions have grown more and more frequent.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/twp322/my_first_time_mf