This is a story - it is fiction - FICTION - concerning adults consenting to engage in rape role play. It is not meant to glorify real, unconsentual rape which is a violent crime causing physical, mental and emotional harm to it's victims.
When I got married in my late 20's, I expected my sexual desires for men would simply go away. After all, I had only given a few handjobs and then a few less blowjobs to strangers in the park. It was something that I thought more about than acted on, and I attributed it to just not having a girlfriend and being horny. In hindsight of course I realize that I always assumed the submissive/receptive role, but at the time I explained that away as the other guys were older, more experienced and more demanding.
It was less than a year after being married to a beautiful woman that surprisingly, to me, I found myself thinking about going to the park and getting on my knees and servicing real men again. This was terribly confusing for me - I had a very hot and sexy wife, in all ways I lived a very straight and masculine life, but secretly part of me knew that I enjoyed giving soft, sensual relief to a man. I began to see myself as a woman, and I usually watched female/male porn, preferring oral POV videos where I could imagine being the girl.
I was determined to not give in to these desires, I imagined that the porn would help - but it only made me hornier. The nights that I watched cross dresser porn I came to bed and woke my loving wife for sex - partly out of guilt and partly because I wanted to remind myself that I enjoyed women.
After a while I became curious about cross dressing and wondered if I would look ok as a woman. I had a thin body and features, I didn't have a lot of body hair...I thought I might give it a try. I slowly added various articles of female clothing to my amazon shopping cart, plus a few cheap wigs and one night in a fit of desire I press the Buy button on all of it. The next day I made a trip to the dollar store for a lot of makeup and cleaning wipes and foundation sponges and kept the bag hidden in the trunk of my car. The same with the panties, bras and stockings that I bought a Walmart. I didn't understand the sizing, so I bough several different sizes of things and kept them hidden in my shopping cart under a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt which I was purchasing, but didn't need.
I kept everything - the makeup, the undergarments, the dresses and wigs - in it's packaging the trunk of my car. I worried about the possibility of it being found by my wife, but she never borrowed my car and our apartment had little place to hide anything.
For months I continued to watch porn, and watch YouTube videos about cross dressing tips, and makeup instruction. I wasn't sure that I wanted to turn the corner and actually BE a cross dresser, but I felt better knowing that I had everything I needed to get started.
I didn't have high heels of course. Shoes are expensive, difficult to hide and the sizing would definitely be a problem. I also knew I'd need to start with a low heel and work my way up to something sexy - and once again I wasn't quite committed to becoming a cross dresser. I had already dropped over $200 so far, I'd let the heels wait.
I created a profile on kik as a CD, I scoured the ads on Craigslist dealing with CDs, I started to chat with men and CDs as if I was a CD. All the time I was wondering if I would ever get dressed and if so, how would I go about doing it without getting caught by my wife...and how would I look? The thought of doing it at home seemed too risky - my wife was usually home and our apartment too small to expect privacy. I traveled for work, but the sheer volume of the things I had was too much to bring - not to mention the risk of it somehow becoming a public issue during bag inspections at the airport or maid service or something.
As the desire to dress and see myself dressed grew, I developed a solution. I could simply fake a work trip - take time off from work, kiss the wife goodbye and head "to the airport" like I usually did. I had earned enough hotel points from my work travel that I could stay free at a decent hotel someplace a few towns away.
That seemed like a good plan and I made it happen.
It was easier than I thought it would be - no problems at work or with the wife and I had plenty of time to play dressup. This became something I'd do once a month - my secret escape. I'd go away for a few days, eat fast food, practice putting on makeup and chatted and emailed people on kik and craigslist. I took pictures of myself all dolled up, edited them to obscure most of my face and shared them in the kik chat groups and even ran ads on craigslist.
I didn't think I'd actually go through with meeting anyone though. I looked good and feminine when dressed, I didn't think I was passable - I didn't have the walk, talk or mannerisms. But I was having fun. I even bought a small dildo and butt plug set and began to plan with them imagining myself being fucked like a slut.
When I chatted with people on kik I was truthful for the most part, I told people that I was a beginner CD, that I had never gone out dressed. It was a goal of mine, I thought that if I got my act together I might just go out one night, walk into a dive bar, and hopefully sit at the bar, order a drink and nurse it for a little while - and leave. That seemed achievable, figured I could handle any small talk or bury myself into my cell phone. Somehow I knew that would be a major turn on and victory for me.
So that was my mindset when I saw a certain reply to my craigslist ad. Half of the responses I got were deleted immediately - they wanted to suck MY dick, which was not interesting to me at all. And more of the remainder were deleted because they gave no information about themselves, or sent pictures which were a turnoff, or came across as needy or weird. But then there was "T".
His email was brief, but it seemed like he knew that he needed to give some information. He was in his late 40's, black, and was only interested in being serviced, no kissing, not chit chat, just get down. He included a faceless pic - his naked torso, muscular, tattooed, sexy. I emailed back saying thanks and that I was interested to know more about him. His reply was brief - "Not into games, just need a good mouth or better pussy...let's kik and set it up".
I flushed when I read that, I knew that if he was with me that I'd wilt and kneel in front of him and unzip his pants...
I contacted him on kik, we exchanged some pics - he had a big, thick uncut cock. He certainly wasn't chatty, but he said enough to keep me interested. He said he preferred women, but he'd take a tranny now and then just to bust a nut, that he needed to nut and thought my ass looked good. I quickly told him that I was only using a small dildo and that I didn't want to get hurt. His response took my breath away: "Bitch, you show off them legs and your sweet ass in panties and stockings you better KNOW that I'm fucking you. Don't fucking tease me like a cunt"
I apologized and told him that I'd be happy to meet and if I couldn't take his cock in my ass I'd be glad to blow him. He agreed but added that he knew how to take care of a boy pussy and that I'd like it.
We agreed to meet up the following Friday night and agreed to chat during the week to set the specifics.
My head swirled, I wanted this sooo bad. I stared at that pic of his cock, flaccid, head just sticking out from the foreskin. Thick and already twice as long as my small dick. I wondered if I would go through with it, but after months I was soo horny I couldn't think straight.
That Weds we chatted again on kik and agreed that Friday was good. He wanted to meet me in the woods near him, that he knew a public park that I could walk through for some privacy in the woods after dark. He assured me that it was a safe spot to meet, that he had used it before. I was wondering how many other guys or girls he met up there, when his next line froze me:
"One thing tho, I want this to be like a rape scene, me taking you, no talking, no bullshit. I'm in charge"
I replied "OK..but you gotta go easy..."
"Don't worry baby, you're gonna like it and come back for more. You clean your pussy out good, you lube yourself and play with your dildo before we meet. I may just want a blowjob but if I try your ass and you can't take it I'll stop"
I agreed. We discussed a few limits - no photos or video, safe word, etc. and ended the chat, my head spinning. I wanted to be his bitch, to be used like a whore.
On Friday night I prepared as best I could...cleaned inside and out, makeup and wig on, stuffed bra on, a one piece sweater-dress. The black stockings glided over my freshly shaved legs. I slipped a pink thong on and clipped the garters to my stockings. I spritzed myself with perfume. I admired myself in the mirror, my smile showed a nervousness. I reminded myself that I wanted this, and that this mystery man T was clearly the sexiest man I had been chatting with for months. I knew that he was horny and I wanted to help him, to give him relief with no games - just my mouth gently licking and sucking that beautiful cock of his. And if fucking didn't work I'd suck him as fast or as slow as he wanted.
During the week I had purchased a pair of black ladies sneakers, not sexy at all, but practical because I'd be walking in the woods. At 7 o'clock I left my hotel. This was the first time I had ever left my hotel room dressed and I was terribly self conscious and decided to avoid the lobby by exiting through a side door to the parking lot.
I drove to the park he told me about, the whole time ignoring the voice in my head that was screaming that I should turn around right now! It was dark out and when I got to the park I saw there was only one streetlight near the parking area, no other cars were there. It was at the end of a dead end road, very quite looking. I parked and checked my makeup in the mirror, and decided to just keep moving and not draw attention by lingering around. I put the car keys in the small pocketbook I had, which had condoms and lube in it. Over my arm I carried a small folded lap blanket, which T told me I should bring.
The air was cool and I shivered, but some of that was from being nervous as I walked away from the streetlight along the paved path into the park. After about 200 feet the path turned past some picnic tables and headed into the woods, just as T said it would. Entering the woods it became distinctly darker and not as easy to see. I strode ahead with purpose imagining that if I met anyone that I just wanted to look like I knew where I was going. The woods seemed to have junk and debris strewn about - beer bottles, soda cans, plastic bags, but I kept looking for it. I froze when I saw the sign that T left. Just like he said, about 300 feet along the path on the left side of the trail was an empty, broken styrofoam cooler chest, it's broken white pieces reflecting the moonlight. My heart skipped a beat. This was no longer fantasy...if I stepped into the woods, I was going to be taken and forced to sexually please a total stranger...
I followed his instructions and left the trail and walked straight back into the woods past the cooler. Since the trail had no trees there was far more moonlight there and the woods were noticeably darker, I had to walk much slower and I cursed myself for not thinking to bring a flashlight. He warned me to stay silent as I walked but I was so nervous I wasn't sure I could actually make a sound if I wanted to. I saw the trees open to a small area of rocks and vegetation. This might be the spot T was talking about. I walked ahead cautiously, looking around when I heard him.
"That you Dee?"
"Yes" I whispered, turning toward the sound of his voice. He stepped forward from the shadows...he smiled, admiring me, and then looked serious ans said "you sure you want this?" as he took a step closer. He was taller than me and clearly very strong, commanding...I was shaking..."Yes T..."
I was terrified and he was enjoying it. "Yeah you white bitches some walking thru here on your way to work or home and have no idea that men like me could take you into these woods and fuck you without a second thought. You gonna be my bitch tonight, aint that right?"
I stammered a reply but he grabbed me by both arms and pulled me in close as he whispered "I don't like to hear the work No from my bitches".
He waited a moment and I knew that I had to reply..."Yes, anything you want, but please don't..." but I couldn't finish saying anything because he turned me away and grabbed me by the back of my neck, propelling me into the clearing with him. He shoved me ahead a little and said "put down that blanket".
I laid the fleece blanked out neatly and looked up at him, my eyes pleading...please be cool.
But this seemed to make him angry and he said "come here and give me your wrists". I stood and approached him with both of my hands held out. He quickly tied a bandanna around them tightly and turned my back to him. He pressed up against me, I could feel his hard body against me, one hand held my throat firmly. I felt small as he pulled me into him. Out over my shoulder he dangled something in front of me. It was a strap of some sort, it was two black ribbons attached to a shiny object between them. I didn't know what this meant. He whispered in my ear the explanation:
"This necklace will remind you of me, you'll wear it when you need to be raped like a stuck up white cunt. This will remind you who you are".
I nodded my understanding and he proceeded to tie it across my mouth and behind my neck. "I don't want to actually use a gag on you tonight, but this will remind you to stay fucking silent"
I moaned an agreement and wondered how I could suck him with this ribbon in my mouth but he violently pushed me down on the ground and laughed as I sprawled out helpless. Crawl onto that blanket bitch. Being tied together my hands weren't much help so I walked on my knees, feeling the ground scrape them, my stocking ruined, my knees scraped no doubt. My knees felt better on the fleece blanket but then my head was propelled forward as pushed my head and arms down. One strong arm kept my head down as the other roughly spread my legs and pulled my dress over my hips.
"Look at this creamy white ass, I know how bitches like you crave black cock, I gotta have what is mine" he grunted as his fingers pushed past my thong and plunged into my bottom hole without warning. I must have winced because his hand was covering my mouth in a tight grip as he worked two and then three large fingers into me. He was gliding his fingers into my ass and I was glad for the lube that was still there, wanted to tell him about the tube in my pocketbook, he murmured some satisfaction with what he felt "Don't move", he commanded, "don't fucking move". I froze, head down, arms out in front of me, my ass up in the air. He stood up and I heard the sound of clothing being removed. Then I felt his hands roughly remove my sneakers and toss them aside. He violently ripped my pink thong off and threw it into the woods. I thought about the lube and the condoms and I started to talk, but the ribbon reduced it to babble. He quickly stood up and pulled me up on my knees, his thick cock dangling - while I was mesmerized at the sight I didn't see his hand flash out and slap my face. The crack of it echoed in the the silent woods, I fell down, tears flooded my eyes and I could hardly see. He quickly knelt beside me a hand covering my mouth "I will KILL you bitch, the only noise I want out of you is your pussy taking my cock!"
I nodded and he got behind me, his hands started to caress my ass, he was mumbling to himself, his thumbs opening my hole. I felt cold wetness and realized that he was pushing some sort of lube into my ass...he wiped his hands off on my dress and moved in close behind me. One hand came back around my mouth, the other was aligning his cockhead with my hole, he wiggled it left and right and I felt myself open and he started to enter, he pressed and pushed while mumbling mean nasty things, his powerful arms held me and with a strong thrust he drove into me and squeezed me flat onto the ground, my legs helplessly bent in the air as he pushed and pushed deeper. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he laughed and cursed me. He stopped and held me there, his full length deep inside me, his small tuft of coarse pubic hair deep into my crack.
"Yeaaah" he whispered "this is MY pussy, I own you now bitch, no one will ever have your ass like this". He started pumping me slowly, working it in short strokes to loosen me up, but as I got used to us he started pounding hard hard and HARDER. He was going as it like a jackhammer and I heard my breath being crushed out of me with each push - his powerful grunts echoed by my smaller gasps. I was helpless in his grip, his large body pressing me to the ground. I felt him slow down and his strokes became longer and I felt something inside, I know he was cumming. In me, not in a condom. His cum inside my body.
He stopped and I could feel his heart racing, his breath on my neck, his cock still inside me. "Yeah, I knew you'd like that bitch" he whispered into my ear. "When you told me you were ok with raw sex I knew that you needed to be treated like a white whore" he laughed. As he got up I felt him slide his cock out and play with my hole, must have been rubbing his sperm around with the cock head.
He was pulling his pants on as he leered down at me. "Was that slap too hard? I don't think I left much of a mark" I nodded that it was ok, as we had discussed. I now laid back and he knelt beside me. He pushed my dress out of the way and looked at my small soft dick. He laughed "Either you didn't like that or you loved it...which?"
"Thank you" I dispersed around the ribbon as I turned away and blushed. He knew that I loved being used like a fuckdoll.
He untied my hands and stood up. "Wait here a few moments before you leave, and if you want more Dee, you know how to reach me". I nodded and he left.
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