It was time…oh yes…it was time.
Sometimes, I set up meetings for sex with The Lovely Chris, but I haven’t done so for a while now. Until yesterday, even though we may meet up casually, he has never once ‘tried it on’. Until yesterday…..
I wasn’t even dressed sexilly….just a plain old three-quarter length dress, panties…hell…I was even wearing a bra! How unlike me is that?
The Lovely Chris had come to the new house to fit some new lamps in my den. He, being an electrician, knows about such things. It feels odd having people in my den. It’s exclusively my place and no-one and nothing happens in there without my express invitation. I suppose I invited him in, but I hadn’t invited anything sexual.
I got up from my desk and felt his arms around my waist and him pulling me gently, yet firmly back against him. It wasn’t a screwdriver I could feel in his pocket pressing up against me. Expert fingers flicked open a couple of buttons on my dress and a hand slithered under the cup of my bra and onto my boob. I felt like I was 15 again…those first fumblings are so erotic, aren’t they? The bra strap fell over my shoulder on that side somehow made the moment all the more horny.
His lips touched my neck and any attempt I may have wanted to make of resistance melted away. I still, somewhere deep down felt a smothered ‘no’, but even that became erotic. Oh, I had no doubts whatsoever that he was going to take me, and no, I hadn’t given consent, but even that felt erotic. The kiss to my neck became a nibble which in turn became a powerful suck. I haven’t had a hickie on my neck since….you know, I couldn’t remember….a long time, that’s for sure. It felt tacky, cheap….and wonderful.
Pressure. Pressure against my shoulders that bent me forward over my desk. I wish…..I wished he would say something…something forceful….something dirty….but his silence was almost as powerful. I felt my dress being flicked up in one expert movement out of the way revealing….oh God….revealing the least sexy pair of panties I own. I call them Old Faithful, and I’ve had them forever. They are quite high-waisted, and an embarrassing shade of pink. I tend to wear them on days when I need to keep sex in its box.
The Lovely Chris tugged them down to just above my knees, and I felt more fumbling as, no doubt, he was freeing his cock from its confines. I braced myself for what I felt sure would be a somewhat hasty penetration but…..what was he waiting for? Surely he had his cock out by now? Something was happening back there and I was wet and ready so what….?
The moment he spread my bum cheeks and touched the tip of his cock to my bum hole I knew what. He felt colder than normal…and very, very slippery. Lube. He’d brought lube with him, which, in turn meant he came here today with every intention of bum fucking me…in my den. Miss Brain clapped her hands with unashamed glee and whispered “You know, he is anally raping you in your sanctum sacntorum….your private place…his cock in your private place in your private place…what fun!”
The Lovely Chris is a true expert at anal sex. He knows just how firmly to push so that it doesn’t hurt, exactly, but does feel just a little stingy (which I love) followed by that glorious feeling of fullness. And then the fucking…..
Girls seem to be in two camps over anal. It seems to be a love/hate thing. I love it. I love the physical sensations of it coupled with the psychological sensations - this is naughty - forbidden - dirty…and glorious!
Once fully inside me, The Lovely Chris began fucking me….slowly at first and not moving very much, but increasing until he was almost pulling right out before pushing firmly back all the way. I grabbed the far edge of my desk and let myself fall gleefully into the ‘rape’ scenario that was hovering around my consciousness. Miss Brain gave me a snapshot image of how I must look, panties around my knees, dress flipped up, one bra cup pulled away from my exposed boob and The Lovely Chris banging me up my bum. I found I was moaning loudly, and speaking too….among the lustful moans there were the occasional, “No…..please no…..don’t….” all of which merely served to excite us both more. I felt weight on my back as he leaned over me to put his mouth close to my ear. In a whisper calculated to make me cum he hissed, “I’m up your fucking arse, bitch, and I’m going to cum up there….deep up your tight fucking arse.”
Just what I needed. I felt two sharp stings as he spanked me…hard…on each bum cheek and I tipped me over the edge. I felt him cum too. His cock really does swell when he shoots his load and, trust me, when he’s in your bum, you really feel it. Which is all to the good since it enhances and lengthens my own orgasm.
Flash! Then again, Flash! He had taken two pictures, one with him still buried inside me, and one with his semen leaking out of my bum hole. “For Alison”. He had promised her pictures when we fuck in future, and I love the idea Ali will see them and get off on them.
Isn’t sex strange? I went from not feeling horny to 100% arousal in seconds and now, now that he’d had me, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted him again, but any way he wanted. I would have sucked him off quite happily, even though he’d just been up my bum. (Something I have never done, by the way) but there was another desperate yearning. My cunt was screaming to be filled. My turn to be dominant.
I flipped over onto the desk and pulled my panties back on. Wait. What? Back on? Oh well…trust Miss Brain in all things. I pulled the crotch to one side and said, “Fuck me. Take me on the desk. Don’t ask…just have me…brutally.” He knew exactly what I needed in that moment, and fortunately for me, he doesn’t go soft easily…not until he has cum two or three times, anyway. Being clothed can be incredibly sexy. Lying there, exposing myself with my panties to one side, I looked like a slut…and felt like one…and wanted to be treated like one too. He lunged at me and entered me with such force it made me cry out. I didn’t make that much noise when I popped my own cherry. The Lovely Chris said, “Oh..it’s like fucking a virgin.” And we went from there. We dropped effortlessly into the ‘Horny virgin’ role play and the…hmmm whats the expression…..ah yes…’fucked my brains out’.
When we had finished, he showed me a red patch on the side of his cock where my panties had rubbed against him. As for me, I could feel those same panties hard against my clit which had given me three cums before he came inside me again.
When he left I felt rather good. I was full of cum, had enjoyed several orgasms, and lived out one of my favourite ‘rape’ fantasies. Not for the first time, I reflected on how strange the human psyche is. Rape, real rape is utterly loathsome to me, yet here, now, at least from time to time, I really get off on the idea that I’m being raped. Weird, isn’t it?
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