Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together
(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by VCG...)
“You, ” you tell her.
“Me?” Rachel says, confused.
“Yes, you. The girl I want to hunt down and rape is you.”
She looks gobsmacked for a while and you wonder if you’ve ruined it, if you’ve said the exact wrong thing and ended your chance at living out a crazy fantasy with your girlfriend.
“I’m… flattered, ” she says finally and she looks it. “You really think I’m rape-worthy?”
You nod. “There’s nobody I’d rather rape in the whole world.”
“Wow, I mean, it’s always been a fantasy of mine.”
“You already said that,” you remind her.
“No, when I said that before I meant it was my fantasy to rape someone with you, but what I’m saying now is it was always my fantasy to be raped by you.”
“Really?”
Your girlfriend nods, looking giddy. “First time I ever saw you I thought ‘now there’s a man I want to grab me, pin me down, and just give it to me. Treat me like I’m disposable, and only go harder when I beg him to stop.’ In a way, I was a little disappointed when you first asked me out, and then the date went so well and you were such a perfect gentleman that I let you fuck me that same night. I’ve always regretted not saying no just to see what you’d do. All alone in your house, me already several wines deep and I’d been teasing you allllll night.” She sighs. “If only I’d said no.”
You consider saying you would have taken no as no if she’d said it back then but at the same time now that she’s put the thought in your head… she had looked so hot that night, worn a perfect little black dress that made access so easy. She couldn’t have stopped you if she’d wanted to, and as good as the sex was that night (and every night since) you do wonder how she’d feel trying with all her might to buck you off or fighting to tug her hands out of your grip or beating at your chest to get you to take your hands off her throat… Yeah, the sex was good but that might have been even better.
“So it’s settled. I’m raping you,” you say.
“I’ll look forward to it,” she says but you shake your head.
“No, it needs to be authentic. Which means you need to not know it’s going to happen, and not know I’m the one doing it. For the second, I’ll wear a mask and break in when you’re staying away alone at our cabin but for the first… I’ve got a crazy idea, we’ve been working on a drug at work that can remove selective memories. I’ll steal some, you take it, and you’ll forget you ever agreed to this.”
“So it’ll feel real?” she asks.
“It won’t just feel it. You won’t have consented,” you explain to her. “It will be real.”
Rachel gasps. “I think I just came at the thought alone.”
“Well the thought’s gotten me hard, so how about we get some practice in?”
Before she can agree (you’re already getting into character), you roll over on top of her and pin her arms. In one fluid motion you’re inside her. She squirms under you, as if trying to shake you off but it’s not very believable. All the same, it feels amazing, and you can’t wait to do it for real.
“N… No, please stop, ” Rachel stammers in mock fear. She’s not much of an actress, but that won’t be a problem next time.
You’re rough with her and fuck her mercilessly, pounding her into the mattress over and over as she begs between moans of pleasure for you to stop. Eventually you cum inside of her and roll off, both of you gasping.
“I liked that a lot,” she says, “I bet I’ll like it even more when it’s real.”
“Me too, ” you say.
“You should choke me. And slap me around a bit too when I start mouthing off. The more I protest, the rougher you should be, okay?”
You agree although you didn’t need the suggestion. You’d have done that anyway.
Link
