Warning: This story is entirely about casual yet wholesome rape.
This small collection of stories is a love letter to my favorite sex toy. I met her when she was 22 and all she knew of sex was slow missionary and the ineffectual humping of a puppy-dog college boyfriend. She was shy, sweet and oh so bashful about anything naughty until I tied her hands to my headboard and forcibly ate her out at the end of our first date. She tried to say no, but the sound that actually left her mouth was a groan. She came in fourteen licks, while I was still warming up my tongue, and when she caught her breath afterwards all she could do was look at me and blush at how hard she had gotten off. That’s how we met, and that pretty much set the tone for how sex would be for the rest of the relationship.
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Two nights later she came over to my place at 10, after work. She showered at my place, and as soon as she got out of the bathroom in the towel I pulled it off her and proceeded to get her dirty all over again. A couple of hours later we were lying in bed, gently kissing and talking. A loose condom filled with cum was hanging off of me, which she gently pulled off (“Mmm, he’s all sleepy”), tied up, and threw into a little trash can. She borrowed a t-shirt — three sizes too big — and flopped onto the bed on her side and wished me goodnight. I turned the lights off and pressed myself against her from behind, figuring that sleep would eventually come.
She had flopped down on her side, with her top leg forwards. She was wearing nothing more than a loose t-shirt, and I was completely naked, so naturally my hands started wandering. She mmmm-ed appreciatively when I traced my hands up her abs and gently cupped her breasts under her t-shirt, but just laid there without moving. I buried my nose in her neck and her scent filled my nostrils. I could feel her heartbeat through my hands on her adorable little boobs. And, naturally, I got hard. Pressed up against her from behind, my erection naturally slipped between her thighs (through the slightest little gap she had), and pressed against her labia. She was still wet from our playing earlier, so my cock could smoothly glide across her entrance, gently stimulating her clit on the upstroke. I started humping her thighs like this, enjoying the sensation of her bare, wet, muscular yet soft thighs around my cock. Slow, methodical strokes, in and out, over and over. On each stroke in, the head of my cock would part her lips and gently nudge her clit. On each stroke out, I would angle my hips to drag the sensitive head of my cock across her.
And then she cocked her hips ever so slightly, just as I began pushing in, and I thrust straight into her. Bare. I felt the head and half my shaft enter her warm, wet, and most importantly bare pussy. And she felt amazing, particularly after our condom-covered fucking earlier. She laid there quiet and still, as though nothing had changed, but her heart rate suddenly jumped and her nipples grew firm into my palms almost instantly. I wasn’t even thinking straight at this point. My body, as though on autopilot, just kept me thrusting at the same steady pace, pulling my cock back until the head was just barely inside her and then thrusting forward until my hips met hers. With the sheer thrill of being inside her bare, I didn’t last long. I remember starting my orgasm on the in-stroke, pumping that first rope of cum deep inside her body, pulling out just enough for the next rope to paint her labia, and then thrusting back into her to the hilt for the rest of my load. I could feel her heart thundering through my palms and she let out the tiniest little sound that might have been a gasp. I fell asleep almost instantly, while still inside her.
The next morning she woke up and told me that I might have gotten some cum “a little too close to my vagina” last night, and so she wanted to get Plan B. “I might have gotten some inside you” I said, worried. She looked at me with a cute little smile on her face, almost nibbling her lower lip as she reached down and slid a finger into herself. When she withdrew it it was slick with what was obviously my semen. That same finger went into her mouth and she smeared it onto her tongue to check. “Maybe a little”, she said, and her smile widened into a grin at the thought. “Let’s get Plan B then lunch.” I offered, and so we did.
That was the first inkling that I had that her deepest sexual fantasy is to be taken and used like a little toy. That she would enjoy anything and everything I did as long as I took it from her instead of her giving it to me.
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Fast forward another month and her birth control has kicked in. We’re saving a small fortune in condoms, and spending it in laundering bedsheets almost nightly. It’s a Thursday evening and we’re hanging out and working together. She’s a little stressed or annoyed about something, so naturally I propose a quick little romp to take care of that. She plays along at first, stripping off and flopping down on the bed, kissing and making out, but when I finally enter her she’s only a little wet. In contrast, I am rock hard and urgently need to cum inside her. She looks up at me and says “Yeah, I’m really not feeling like it, maybe let’s…”
Making direct eye contact with her, I reach over with my right hand and clap it over her mouth. My fingers across her lips and my thumb under her chin so she can’t shake loose. She can still breathe through her nose, but the only sounds she can make are muffled. She certainly isn’t in a position where she could say “no”. Or “stop”. Or anything really.
In that moment she realized that she was completely and utterly at my mercy. And her pretty little cunt flooded around my cock. She went from being moist to an utter waterfall over two seconds. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes widened and pupils dilated, and her thighs fell open. And I just take her roughly, my hard cock enjoying her sudden wetness as I force every inch of it into her over and over. She maintained eye contact for as long as she could, as though trying to tell me something, but within seconds her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she just took the rough pounding. I didn’t try to make this one last at all, and just fucked her until I wanted to cum and then I came. I didn’t say anything to her the entire time, just focused entirely on my own pleasure, and when my cock finally twitched as I released my semen deep inside her I moaned.
Between the moan and the feeling of my cock twitching inside her as I came, something set her off and she came immediately after I did. I felt her mouth open inside my palm and her tongue snake out of her mouth and aggressively lick across my hand and fingers while her cunt squeezed around my still-hard cock. It was like she needed to make out with me to be able to cum but could only get my hand.
I removed my hand from her face and looked down at her flushed face with pink cheeks. She looked absolutely ravished, both tired and immensely happy. And when I pulled out of her the sheer amount of our collective juices that dripped out of her was amazing. I scooped a little up onto a finger, slid that finger into her mouth and ordered her to swallow it, so that she could keep it inside her for longer. She happily obliged, her big round eyes looking at the lust on my face like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.
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This was the point at which I realized just how submissive she was and how deep and wide her rape kink was. I never again asked her if she wanted to fuck after that, instead I just took her whenever (and wherever) I wanted. If she wanted me to fuck her roughly she would say “What if I said no?” and that would be my cue to roll my eyes at her and conquer her body by force. We played so many games around this theme: fighting (“If you can break free of me and run out the bedroom door before I cum inside you, I’ll take you out to dinner”), breeding (“Please don’t cum in me, I don’t want to to get pregnant.”), Daddy-daughter (“Daddy, you is this what good daughters do with their dads?”), Brother-sister (“Ugh, go jerk off instead of molesting your little sister.”), TA-student (which was funny because I was a TA when we met–just not her TA), living toy (where I would drape a sheet over her, leaving only her vagina exposed, and tell her to be quiet and let me use my favorite sex toy), and bartering for her ass (“If you don’t let me fuck your ass I’ll take your little sister’s ass instead”–she doesn’t have a little sister.) After a particularly passionate round of sex she would sometimes look up at me and tell me how hot it was that she could just relax and surrender to my every whim because “you know, even if I said no, its not like I could stop you or anything.”
Over three years and more than a thousand fucks I think she actually turned me down maybe twice. And in private I would call her my favourite little fuck-toy or my cute little cum-rag, and she would kiss me and tell me that she couldn’t wait to be used by me again. And I did, every day until the day she had to move across the country for grad school.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u1hoz3/mf_the_only_thing_she_wanted_is_to_not_want_it
Is there such thing as “wholesome rape” though?