The Fantasy Rape by wife4hungblk

Jerry and I had been together for almost two years the night we discussed our sexual fantasies. As close as we were we had never discussed our needs or desires. We had a great sex life and had no reason to talk about fantasies. This particular night we were watching a murder mystery and the plot revolved around a married couple revealing their sexual fantasies to each other in a moment of closeness. That revelation eventually led to the man killing his wife because of his mistrust of her afterwards. It got us to talking and we realized we knew nothing of the other’s dreams or sexual fantasies. We both felt nervous about revealing our deepest darkest “Masturbatory” fantasies to the other. We both felt though that to be together we should know everything about each other in order to establish and keep a trusting relationship. Better for them to break us up now before causing a murderous rage we agreed laughing.We decided that we would tell each other our top two most arousing and oft used fantasies when masturbating; The ones we knew we could never do in real life but the thinking of them still invoked mind bending orgasms. We had to flip a coin to decide who would go first and I lost. At first I started to make up something inconsequential. I could always be honest if his answers warranted it once he had confessed his fantasies I reasoned. I decided that would defeat the entire reason we were doing it and my guilt demanded my honesty. Besides, we really should know each other inside and out or how could we ever forge a lasting relationship? Anything else would be living a lie or at least a misrepresentation of who we really are.

I steeled myself and told him my hottest fantasy was being raped, made to do disgusting things to my rapist and fucked hard, painfully, while unable to get away. In my fantasy the big cocked man always subjugated me with his cock and made me love my debasing. Jerry just smiled and said, “Isn’t that every woman’s fantasy, I was afraid you’d say something like you wanted to fuck your boss and I’d know you were with him every day at work like in that murder show”. Jerry watched expectantly as I grappled with the decision if I should tell him of my second most stimulating, the one I was afraid might disgust Jerry so much it could really influence our relationship. My gaze lowered to the floor as I began and I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my mind was overwhelmed with doubt and trepidation as I began stammering, I..I..I..need…no…I mean I want…..then calming myself I slowly said, Jerry I think about being fucked by a really large cock…..taking a deep breath I added, a really huge black cock…….raped by him is my favorite but any black cock fucking me I find exciting. I know its crazy but the thought of experiencing a huge black cock fucking me gets me off every time.

Jerry sat there with an astonished look ingrained on his face and I assumed the worst. My heart seemed to quit pumping in my chest. I rushed to explain my answers saying, I think the reason I like those fantasies is that I know there is no safe way to be raped so I am sure it will never happen unless I am actually raped and I doubt I would enjoy that. Jerry even though it really arouses me to think of fucking black men I know I can’t because it really turns me off thinking of a black man touching me in any way. I know it sounds crazy but I think it’s just the taboo nature of a black guy in my white pussy that really makes me so hot. In my fantasy it is the thought of fucking a huge black cock not an actual person fucking me that does it for me. I knew that sounded crazy and that’s the reason I knew it could never take place in reality.

Jerry was fidgeting in his seat looking uncomfortable and it was then that I noticed his dick was straining his pants and his breathing seemed more rapid and deepI He said seriously, “Really Lexi, I would never in a thousand years expected you to say that. You really like thinking of fucking a black guy”, he questioned?

I almost blurted out I was just kidding and starting to laugh but his hand was gripping his hard cock and adjusting it in his pants and I was confused as to how he could be both mad and excited at my revelation simultaneously. I decided to just be honest and answered, “Yes, I even have a black dildo somewhere I bought years ago to supplement my fantasy and make it more real. Does that disgust you Jerry”, I asked?

“My god Lexi I’ve beat off a hundred times thinking of watching you being fucked by a huge hung black guy. Just the thought of you screaming and hunching as he fucked you makes me need to cum so badly. Look at my dick baby, just you admitting that has me aroused as hell”, he replied.

His reply both elated me and astonished me. I was astonished that he would fantasize about me fucking any man but himself, but, to be aroused and find pleasure in thoughts of me with a black man made my clit pulse with my excitement at that knowledge. I was elated that out of all the possible fantasies we could separately have, we had the same one, masturbated to the same thoughts. After Jerry told me his favorite masturbatory fantasy was imagining me being fucked hard by a well hung black guy and the man making me cum my ass off, I had to wonder if he hoped to actually see that happen. A yearning gripped my pussy so intensely that my thighs squeezed tightly at that possibility and a hard shudder shook my entire body as I instantly became aroused. I was about to tell him I needed him to fuck me when he revealed that his second fantasy was to sit and jack off watching me play with myself and making myself cum repeatedly.

I couldn’t believe he hadn’t just asked me to do that and I told him so. He just said he thought I’d think him weird or something if he asked me to do it. I had never allowed anyone to watch me play with myself before that night. I could never expose my humanity, my sexual needs to another human being like that even though I had fantasized about doing just that many times. I was sure I’d be embarrassed to death to attempt it but it did make my clit throb and excited me thinking of him stroking his cock while we watched each other. Besides, his revelation that he wanted to watch me fuck a black guy had me intrigued and wondering if I could actually do it, much less with him present. I thought if I complied with one of his fantasies now and then decided that I wanted to fulfill his best fantasy in the future he would owe me and be unable to back out.

I was beginning to get aroused thinking of playing myself in front of him so I rose and went to our bedroom and stripped nude. It was then I remembered telling Jerry of the black dildo I had bought to use when I thought of being taken by a black guy. I felt like it would tie in to both his favorite fantasies. I had to look for it in the closet where I had stored it away because Jerry rarely gave me reason to use it. Once I found it I washed it off and warmed it under hot running water. I thought to myself, yeah I need a hot black cock inside me. Then I felt it in my hands and realized I had forgotten how large it was. My pussy clenched and a yearning emptiness filled me as I remembered how full I felt with it fully in me. A shudder passed through my body as I thought of Jerry seeing my reaction to its size and how my inhibitions fled me when I used it. I retrieved the lube I used with it and sauntered back into the living room. With each step my excitement bubbled from the molten cauldron of my pussy to flow like hot lava in streams down my inner thighs. Fueled by the knowledge of what I was about to do as he watched me, the inferno raging inside me consumed my pride, my inhibitions and the ability to have rational thoughts .

Jerry’s eyes opened widely with an inquisitive look as I sat at the other end of the couch from him and lay back facing him. I lay my head back against the couch arm so I could watch his face and see his hard dick. My thighs opened revealing my wet gash to his gaze. I saw his tongue slide over his lips and my clit pulsed with the knowledge he was thinking of eating me. His eyes seemed to seethe with the arousement that had him reveal his cock to me. His swollen mass jerked strongly in his grasp. I slowly raised my left leg and extended it over the couch back. My hips began undulating as he stared at me openly. I felt such a complete slut displaying myself so invitingly. My pussy filled with an intense hunger knowing he was watching me. I opened myself even more widely as my right leg slid sideways until I lowered my foot to press flat on the floor as my pussy undulated with need. I felt open, vulnerable, and wantonly craving!

If there had been a real black guy there with us I would have fulfilled Jerry’s best fantasy by begging him to fuck me. I knew in that moment that I could allow a black guy to fill me with his large dick and fulfill both of our fantasies. I knew he was seeing my pussy clenching and releasing rapidly with each hard throb of my clit, saw the wet expression of my excitement. I couldn’t prevent my hands from grasping my gaping pussy and pressing two fingers of each hand into my wet hole excitedly. I began fucking myself with my fingers, pulling my tight pussy open while the heel of my one hand rubbed my clit hard. I had never felt sluttier in my life as my moans filled with the urgency I felt. I already wanted his dick in me, a hunger for him spreading through me quickly.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off and get comfortable baby and you can watch my black friend here fuck my pussy, are you ok with that honey”, I asked him?

Jerry stood and hurriedly stripped and by the time he sat back down his cock was swollen larger than I ever remembered seeing it. His dick was jerking stiffly, bobbing under its own weight as it swayed back and forth with his heartbeat. I saw the excitement displayed in his eyes and his hand found his dick and he began slowly stroking it as he asked me, “His dick is a lot bigger than mine baby, are you sure you can take all that black cock, do you really want him to fuck you with me right here watching it?”