The Fantasy Rape - Sex Stories

The Fantasy Rape

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 ...