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My Rape Fantasy and My Black BF, Ch 1

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My r*pe Fantasy and My Black BF, Ch. 1 True story by Jill Vincent

I am now 39 years old, but at the time of this life experience I was 26 when I ambitiously asked my black boyfriend to plan a realistic-as-possible r*pe of me by one or more of his friends at a time and place unknown to me. We lay in bed naked talking about the possibility of him setting it up right after we had vicious animal sex in my house. Jamal was highly interested in the idea but seemed puzzled by my asking for him to set it up. He asked what I wanted, and I said my fantasy was for it to seem as realistic as possible and therefore be a total surprise. He asked about my restrictions and limitations, and I had to admit that I guessed that I could not have any if it were to seem realistic. Jamal smiled broadly when I said that and I could see that his mind was racing into actively thinking and planning.

I had known him only a month at that time, and we had lots of sex and some rough sex. It seemed like just having sex with Jamal was rough because of his size (6 foot 5 inches and 350 pounds), especially his 10 by 3 cock size. He fucked me with his huge, thick 10 inch black cock with an engorged head the size of a golf ball, viciously whipping and punishing my mouth, pussy and ass with his man tool for hours on end until he usually came three times. So I was fairly certain that I could handle anything he might plan for me with anyone else. I knew Jamal had lots of friends who wanted to get inside my panties since I was 44-22-36, 100 pounds, petite and Caucasian, with blue eyes and blonde shoulder length hair. The thought of being sexually forced made me wet just thinking about it. I could see that Jamal was getting more and more excited about the idea as we talked. I knew that he would have lots of ideas of his own, so I restrained myself from asking details of what he might have in mind for me and my fantasy. After all, you cannot know if it is to be a surprise.

Jamal kept quizzing me as to was I sure that I could handle a no-limitations sexual encounter and not be mad at him afterwards. I hesitated each time he wanted to be reassured about that issue, but was determined that the only way for it to seem as realistic-as-possible was for me NOT to place limits of any kind on his choices for the event.

After all, I had lots of sex even at that young age, and I was looking to step outside my comfort zone, desperately searching for something new and exhilarating, as erotic as it could possibly be. So I kept reassuring him that he would have complete control and no restrictions. I even said there would NOT be a safe word.

I only hesitated in that no limitations or restrictions idea by wondering if I should require that he be close by to monitor what happened for my safety, but I decided not to even ask that, believing that he would care enough about me to make sure nothing bad happened.

After thirty minutes of discussing my pretended r*pe fantasy and my assurances that I indeed wanted him to set up something as realistic as possible, we fucked again on my bed. But this time it was very different. I seemed to have encouraged his roughness as he proceeded to slap and hit me during sex during the next hour, looking for objections from me as to his behavior. Assured that he was putting me to the test right after our conversation on my r*pe fantasy, I stubbornly refused to stop any of his heightened aggression and physical punishment, believing that he still wanted my assurances by not stopping him or complaining. So I took the pain and physical abuse and kept silent except for several incredibly more intense orgasms that his aggression and roughness seemed to create within me, a pleasant surprise even to me. That confirmed my suspicion that the physical punishment would be well worth it during orgasm if I would just accept it. And I also assumed that fear would make that even more intense. In other words, the more fear the better.

As we continued having the roughest sex I had ever had with Jamal and he slowly became meaner and more abusive during intercourse looking for limits from me, I had several of the best orgasms ever as he beat and whipped and punished my body with his huge black cock and fists. And his verbal degrading of me left nothing to my imagination either as he cussed and called me every foul name in the book. Through it all, it seemed like a trial run through my r*pe fantasy except that it was with Jamal.

Finally he came inside my ass with a massive load of his potent black semen that filled me up more than any I previously remembered, driving it home so deeply that my insides ached for days. Jamal finished ramming me with his mammoth cock and then shoved me forward face down into the mattress like a used whore. He left me bruised and beaten in a heap on my bed as he dressed and left without even a word. It was probably an hour before I painfully moved off the bed and cleaned myself in the bathroom. As I expected, I ached for several days in spite of pain killers as my bruising healed.

I did not hear from Jamal for a month, so I just assumed that he was working on the idea of satisfying my r*pe fantasy. He knew where I hid a key to my house. Unknown to me, I would soon find out his plans.

End Ch. 1 by Jill Vincent

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