Fulfilling a (F)riend’s rape fantasy

I’d known Nicki for a couple of years after we met through a site called Locanto. We’d had some fun encounters but she didn’t seem interested in fooling around with me any more. Perhaps I was a bit old for her; she’s somewhere in her 30’s and I’m the wrong side of 50. I’m in great shape, run regularly etc but at 5′ 10′, 66kg and balding I’m certainly not most women’s idea of a handsome desirable guy.

Nicki and I had fallen into a pattern of just catching up for the odd platonic lunch. I loved to hear of her adventures and she said she enjoyed having someone to talk to, who was non judgemental and with whom she could really open up. I think she also loved to tease, and I loved to be teased.

Over one of our lunches she spoke of a failed attempt to hook up with a guy to pursue her bondage fantasies. He’d advertised seeking a partner in crime and they’d had a couple of attempts to tee something up with a professional dominatrix. He’d dicked her around a little (and had wanted her to pay half) and she’d called it off. I commiserated of course and after drawing her out on what she’d like to explore, magnanimously offered to help her out if she’d like.

I was used to her teasing so was surprised when she said ‘well there might be something you can help me with…’ before revealing that she’d really like to explore her rape fantasy. I asked about what this fantasy might look like, and established a few principles and a possible scenario; being taken by surprise, overpowered, tied up and blindfolded. No humiliating language; slapping and some pain but no face slapping.

I loved the conversation, which was in a cafe within earshot of other diners, and left it with ‘well if you need me… Just let me know’. I still tried not to believe it might actually happen… until a couple of days later I received the text with a time and address (Nicki did house sitting), for a day the following week. I spent the next couple of days buying some nice ropes from the hardware store, finding a scarf to use as a blindfold and watching YouTube videos on restraint knots.

I’d looked up the address on a Google maps, a townhouse in a group of five, only 10 minutes from my workplace.

I’d known from experience never to rely on Nicki. Sure enough, the day before we were due to meet, the text came ‘…I hope you don’t mind but…can we make it next week?’ ‘Sure, no worries…’ Set another day, trying to convey a relaxed demeanour while I was screaming inside. Eventually the new day came around, no cancellation text, and I nervously set off from work, rape kit in hand and starting to hope this would really happen.

I parked on the street and walked down to the third unit. I tested the front door. It was unlocked and I let myself in as quietly as I could, into the entry/lounge area. There was a radio on, an open laptop on the kitchen bench which was off to the left. I crept to the door to the bedroom, which was open. Nicki was sitting on the bed with her back to the door. She was in her underwear, painting her toenails.

I rushed her, one arm around her, quickly putting a calico bag over her face and somehow managing to grab the nail polish before it spilt. She put up a good struggle but I was able to pin her hands and pretty soon had her face down on the bed with all my weight on her. My pre-made handcuff knots worked really well and I replaced the bag with my scarf blindfold. Then I flipped her over, securing her hands to the bed head. All the time I was saying ‘just do as you’re told, shut the fuck up and You’ll be fine. I won’t touch you’. I asked where her money was and she said her bag was in the kitchen.

I took a breather and went looking for the bag. Couldn’t see it, so grabbed a drink of water and headed back to the bedroom. Nicki was thrashing around on the bed and trying to work her hands free. I walked in silently and said ‘I don’t think that’s doing as you’re told’, grabbing a leg to roll her over and giving her a hard slap on the arse. ‘When I said I wouldn’t touch you, I lied’ I said as I started to feel her up, grabbing her breast and inning my hand up her thigh. She whimpered ‘please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything you want’. ‘Yes. Yes you will’. I took her bra and pants off, sitting on one of her legs to keep her from kicking, and the tied each leg, by the ankle, to the bed frame.

I can’t remember her exact words but Nicki was really into it, with lots of whimpering ‘please don’t’ sort of expressions. We’d arranged safe words for ‘stop’ ‘slow down’ etc so I was entirely comfortable to go as hard as I liked.

I’d brought some lube and although she was pretty wet already I made a big deal of putting on a condom (flicking the wrapper onto her belly) and lubing her up with my fingers before plunging in and fucking her hard and fast. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline or the lack of sleep due to the anticipation, but I could tell I just wasn’t going to come, so after a while I pulled out and turned my attention to getting her off. I put a couple of fingers in her, told her not to enjoy it and started on her clit with my tongue. I love eating pussy. I gradually put more fingers in, first finger fucking, then just trying to get more in, deeper.

I managed all five fingers, up to the top knuckles. It felt like she was stretched to her limit and I could feel her clenching around my hand. When she came she wailed and bucked and quivered and I kept going until she’d had too much.

There was more but I can’t remember the details just now. I remember she came twice and at one stage I said if she gave me good enough head it would all be over. Of course she didn’t.

When I was finished I left her tied up while I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I took my time in getting dressed, felt her up one last time, smearing her wetness up from her pussy to her belly and breasts. I loosened one of her hands a little, and told her I’d leave the door open and call the neighbour saying she needed help.

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