Fulfilling a Rape Fantasy (pt1)

This story took place many years ago, when I was only 24. I had recently finished graduate school and moved to a new city where I didn’t know many people. I’d often browse dating sites and Craigslist, but mostly just for fun, until a particularly interesting posting caught my eye. The post was from a woman seeking to discretely fulfill a rape fantasy, but it didn’t give many details. She said she preferred young white males that were fit and strong. I submitted a response with a few pictures, not expecting to hear back. To my surprise, a few days later was a reply in my inbox asking if I was serious and if I was willing to meet in person before. I was definitely serious and we exchanged a few emails deciding to meet up in a coffee shop.

Just before the meeting time she sent me a picture so I knew who to look for in the coffee shop only a mile or so from my house. She was an attractive black female in her late 30s, but I couldn’t tell much more, as it was only a head shot. I walked in and found her immediately, it helped that she was the only black woman in the coffee shop. She had a better body than I expected, with a curvy shape and big tits for a small frame. I thought it would be awkward, but the conversation flowed freely and after a few minutes she said that she wanted to go through with it but wanted to lay out some ground rules about her fantasy.

She said that she wanted the experience to be as close to real rape as possible, even though she knew it would be me. I asked her if she wanted a safety word, and she said absolutely not, as it would spoil the fantasy. Under no circumstances was I to stop until I wanted to. Immediately I had a million thoughts swimming through my head of what I was going to do. I could barely contain myself. Then she told me that the most important part was that I degraded her verbally while I used her. She said that anything goes, but she really wanted someone to engage her in race play. I didn’t know much about it, but I got the jist of what she was saying.

Finally, she established a rule that it had to be within 30 days and at her home, not in public or a random place. She slide me an envelope with her key and address and we parted ways. I decided that I would do it some time between the 20 and 25th day. If I did it too soon, she’d be expecting it, I wanted her to wait. Conversely, if I waited too long, she would know it was coming in the next few days.

A few days later I went to her home around 8 and waited in the car, trying to see when she went to work. Sure enough, at about 8:30 she left the house. I went back the next day and she left at the same time. I went in that day to have a look around her house. It was a spacious 3 bedroom place, with no evidence of a boyfriend or kids. I looked briefly around her bedroom, which was innocuous at best. She had normal clothes, nothing too kinky, no evidence of sex toys. She was by all accounts — normal.

I found a planner in her office with her work and social activities. It seemed that she was a creature of habit and worked every day from 9-5 with trips to the gym directly after work on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I had a plan now, wait until she got home from the gym, in the closet or bathroom and do it then. I know I said I was going to wait a few weeks, but the waiting was killing me.

Finally the day had arrived. I knew she was going to get home from the gym at about 7:15 and immediately shower, as I had been watching her for a solid 2 weeks. She rarely broke from routine. I got to her place at 6:30 and could hardly sit still. I waited in her large walk-in closet, careful to not make a noise. I was nervous as I heard her enter the house as the door slammed behind her. She came into the room and immediately entered the adjoining shower.

As the shower turned off, I knew it was time to make my move. I slowly opened the door a crack and waited for her to come out. She had just a towel on and was grabbing some clothes off of the bed. I took a deep breath, gaining courage and threw the door open. She turned towards me and looked shocked as I lunged at her. I had caught her by total surprise, just as I had intended. I grabbed her by her arms and aggressively threw her onto the bed, causing her towel to open up. She kicked at me while simultaneously screaming. I caught her left leg and pulled her towards me as I used my right hand to grab her other ankle. “Shut up you stupid slut” I said commandingly as I pulled her so her ass was nearly hanging off the edge of the bed.

She was now flat on the bed, her perfectly shaped black ass staring back at me. I had my hands on her hips pressing her down to the bed so she couldn’t move. She was stronger than I thought she’d be, and she never stopped fighting. She kept screaming as I took one of my hands off of her hips to undo my belt. I grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed her face into the mattress. “Keep screaming you dumb bitch, I like it better that way. I kept one hand firmly planted on the back of her head as I undid my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. My cock was fully hard as I was enjoying this much more than I even thought I would. I pulled my cock out through the front of my boxers, not wanting to waste time trying to remove them.

I was fully hard and just under 8 inches long, but extremely thick. Some girls have compared it to the girth of a soda can, although it wasn’t THAT thick, I was much thicker than average. I pressed the head of my cock against her hole, excited to find that she was already very wet. She whimpered loudly as I pressed myself into her tight pussy extremely hard. She twisted her head to the side and I could see tears in her eyes as I began to slam her once tight pussy as hard as I could. “That’s it whore, take that fat white cock like black sluts are supposed to” I said with command.

Her pussy was incredibly wet and she was obviously enjoying it, even as she struggled to lift her head off the bed or wiggle her ass away from me. I thought I might cum too soon, so I took my thick cock out of her and placed my hands on her shoulders and leaned down to whisper to her. “What was that? You want my huge dick in your ass you dumb whore?” I said as I positioned my dick at the asshole. “No! NO!!!” she cried out. Right as the second no came from her lips I began to slide into her ass, using her pussy juices as lube.

I fucked her ass without mercy for a few minutes before I was about to cum. “You want this hot cum in your ass you ugly slut?” She let out something between a whimper and a moan as I began pumping cum into her tight asshole. I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into her asshole for what seemed to be a minute. I slid my dick out of her as I watched her gaping asshole slowly begin to return to normal size. Without taking my hands off of her shoulders I leaned down and said to her “all you black sluts are good for is taking cock, remember that.”
I pulled my pants up as she laid there crying and headed immediately for the door. I exited as quickly as possible, trying to keep the reality of the fantasy intact. On my drive home, I had so much adrenaline that I was shaking. I got home and had a stiff drink, trying to calm down. Holy shit that was amazing. About an hour after I got home, she text me a two work text message – “Thank you”

I thought that would be the end of our contact, but I was wrong. She emailed me a week later saying that she wanted to get coffee again. I didn’t know what to expect, but I couldn’t turn down the opportunity if it potentially meant fucking her sweet curvy black body again.

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