How I want to be raped (mf)

One of my biggest fantasies ever is to get raped. I’ve chastised myself with the lack of ethics behind it way too many times but I can’t stop wanting it. Sometimes, I dress like a whore just to get a few stares. Don’t get me wrong, it is scary and intimidating but it turns me on twice as much. One time I was travelling alone to my friend’s house. I was wearing a tight black crop top and denim shorts that rose up way too high when I sat down. I don’t really know why but I had a random urge to sit next to the driver, and so I did. I throw my bag with all my stuff in the back seat. Five minutes into the drive, I started adjusting my shorts and bra strap because they were digging into my skin and were slightly uncomfortable but each time I’d know very well what I was doing. He glanced at me a couple of times and surprisingly, he wasn’t too subtle about it. My heart was beating very heavily but the thrill of it made my clit throb. He started to make small talk with me and one time, I pulled my bra down by the wire through my top while we were talking. I was scared and wanted to get the fuck out but at the same time, the rush made me so impossibly horny. I wanted to check whether he had a hard on. I knew that would make me squirm, but I was too scared to look because I felt it might be taken as consent.

Today, when I had two fingers twisting upwards inside of my dripping wet pussy, my mind wandered off to an alternative situation I could’ve found myself in. I feel like it’s important that I describe the driver so I can provide an idea of how deeply this desire to get raped by absolutely anyone runs through me. He was old. He probably had a child and a wife more than twice of my age. He wasn’t necessarily fat but he definitely had a belly. He had a thick shabby beard and a thin hairline speckled with white hair. He was, in no shape or form, an attractive man. In fact, he was possibly an old, perverted, disgusting taxi driver and I was fucking myself to the thought of him raping me.

I imagined him dragging the side of his palm against my thighs every time he shifted gear. I remove my shoes and cross my legs and my shorts rise up high enough to only cover my pussy. I push my hair back and look outside the window, now even more scared than before. I try not to look at him, not to see the way he’s looking at me. The road we’re going on now doesn’t have a single car in sight. The car takes a turn to a big isolated field and starts slowing. “Where are we?” I ask quietly as my heartbeat grows faster and faster. “This road is faster” He replies.

After 30 seconds, as the car seems to be coming to a stop, my eyes widen and I open the car door in a hurry scared for my life. He yanks me back by my hair and my head hits the gear as I look up at him with my watering eyes. His hand raps around my throat tightly and both my hands instinctively reach up to try and loosen his grip. “If you scream, I’ll choke you to death” He says tightening his grip as I start to gag and take sharp intakes of breath. I nod frantically and he immediately starts to yank at my top and bra, exposing my boobs instantly. He starts pulling way too harshly on my nipples muttering “Fucking slut, stupid whore” through gritted teeth.

My mind wanders to all the things I’ve read in newspapers and all the ways he could hurt me. “Please, please let me go” I cry and plead through shivering lips. He laughs at me mockingly and slaps me across the face, “fucking slut”. With one hand still on my throat and my hands trying feebly to push his hand away, he unbuttons my shorts and slips his hand into my panties grabbing my pussy. I start to thrash my legs at this point and this angers him. He yanks my hair back harshly making me scream and my vision blur completely with tears.

“You want this you fucking slut. Look how wet you are.” I wasn’t just wet. My pussy was throbbing and I was creaming up, as inviting as it possibly could be. He yanks my hair again and throws me in the back seat. I desperately lunge at one of the doors but he pulls me back by the back of my shorts. He turns me around and I join my hands begging him to stop, crying and pleading. “Please! no!” I cry and he starts choking me again as he completely takes off my shorts and panties. Without saying anything, he pushes three fingers in my pussy and starts fingering me roughly as I let out shrill whimpers every time he thrusts.

“Look at yourself. Slut. I know you fucking love it.” I start crying harder as I start to feel the pleasure of it. “No no no no” I keep saying as he toys my clit with his palm, raping me with his fingers. He straddles my waist to keep me in place and tightens his grip around my neck as he unbuttons his jeans. I look away, screaming and pleading.

“Open your fucking eyes or I’ll kill you”. I open my eyes to watch his head thrown back as he strokes his fat cock furiously in front my face. In a second, he forces my jaw open and thrusts his cock to hit the very back of my throat. I use all the force in my hands to try and push him away but he grabs them and twists them as I cry in pain. He starts groaning louder and louder thrusting as deep as he could barely giving me a second to breathe. And through the torture of it all, I could feel my pussy throbbing harder completely betraying the victim I was becoming. Just when I was about to pass out, he pulled out and I rolled over coughing and gasping for air.

Before I could recover from my state, I had him. He was inside of me. Balls deep. And all my slut body did was moan. He grabbed my tits harshly and my hands clawed at his arms as he thrust harder and deeper every fucking time. I was screaming. I prayed to God he couldn’t tell how good he fucking felt going deeper and faster inside of my gaping, wet, throbbing cunt but I knew it was too much to ask for. He knew. And that is exactly why he started rubbing my clit manically. I couldn’t hide it anymore. I wasn’t struggling. My body was arcing and my toes were curling. On top of it all, my pussy was drenching his cock and my entire body was shaking with all the pleasure I felt getting rammed by a fucking rapist. My pussy was sore. My throat was sore. Every part of my body hurt. And here I was, about to cum harder than I ever have.

He was screaming at me, telling me what a slut I was but I could barely hear him over the sound of his balls slapping against my bare cunt and my desperate screams for him to keep going. In less than a minute, I was having an earth shattering orgasm. My body shaking like it was possessed. He moved his hand from my clit and slapped me across the face harder and harder again and again. “Yes fucking slut, cum for me, stupid fucking slut” he kept chanting. And like he directed me to, I came for what felt like an eternity. And then when I looked up at him, with my tear soaked face, ashamed and afraid for my fucking life, I saw his face twist in pleasure as he shot thick, long ropes of his cum deep inside my sensitive, raped pussy.

God, I’m fucked up.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/orz51c/how_i_want_to_be_raped_mf