Rape

These are mostly my fantasies though some parts are true and have happened……

I guess it all started when I was a senior in high school. We had a car wash in a store parking lot to raise money for a school activity. It was a very nice Saturday afternoon, very warm. I was wearing very short shorts and a bikini top. We were washing cars, spraying each other with the hose, having fun washing cars.

A Toyota pick up came in to be washed and inside was a man of maybe 40, nice looking, serious. He paid us $5 and pulled up for us to wash his truck. I had a sponge and started soaping the truck. I noticed him looking at me. It was a serious look, lustful but not in a playful way. Lots of guys looked at us lustfully while we washed their cars but this was different.

His eyes followed me, and even when I moved to the back of the truck I could see his eyes following me in the mirrors. The intensity of the look, the age difference (I was 18), the obvious intent he had all frightened me. At the same time it made me weak in the knees. It also made me very, very wet.

When I got home that afternoon, I was fantasizing about this man and what he obviously wanted from me, to do to me. Just the look he gave me convinced me that “No” would not be an option with him. I had never before found this erotic, but the thought of this man so completely turned me on that I masturbated until I came three times. I had never even done it until I came twice before. Even after that my pussy lips were still swollen and wet and my nipples completely hard.

I was not a virgin. I had done it a couple of times and a few more blow jobs on top of that. I was popular and pretty. I was headed for college. I went to church. Rape was something I thought of as abhorrent.

Over the next couple of years not being offered a choice became my favorite fantasy to masturbate to. I built elaborate fantasies about this rape by older men. Very dominant men.

I had boyfriends and some I slept with; but it was all tame. Intercourse never made me cum with them. None were even close to dominant enough and I was the controlling participant during sex.

Also over the next couple of years I found that being a bit daring helped my orgasms during my fantasy masturbation. What I would do is go someplace safe, like a mall, before I went home and masturbated. When I was in this public place I would wear a low cut blouse with no bra. I would go in a store and bend over a bit so the sales clerk could see my breasts. Once I wore a very short skirt and sat with my legs apart so someone very observant could see my panties. It was fairly tame but it made me very wet during my rape fantasy and I would cum a lot afterwards.

The summer I was twenty I wondered how far I could push myself in this and my rape fantasy. I scouted out a cheesy bar where I guessed they would never card a pretty twenty year old wearing very skimpy clothes. I still lived with my parents, so I waited for a weekend where they went out of town. That Friday night I stayed home until very late in the evening. It was eleven o’clock when I left home for the cheesy bar.

I was wearing a very short muslin skirt and a pink tank top with no bra and no panties. I got to the bar about a quarter after eleven and sat in my car. I was getting very cold feet. The dirt parking lot full of pick up trucks and Harley-Davidsons, the beer signs on the roof, it was all very intimidating once I was there. After sitting for fifteen minutes in the car, I screwed up my courage. I decided I could just go in and see.

I walked in and noticed there were a lot of blue collar looking men, most in jeans, some in leather. These were not people I normally associated with. There were very few women and most seemed to be very unattractive.

I walked to the bar and ordered a Bacardi Stinger. I had never had one, in fact I had hardly ever had any alcohol, but I had heard of one and I liked the name so I ordered it. I thought, I will have a sip, look around, and then go home and rub my pussy. I took a sip and it was good, so I sipped a little more. I had consumed half of the glass when I got the courage to look around. I looked a little to the left and a little to the right. I made eye contact with a couple of men for just a moment. I noticed a few people were looking at me. I was a fish out of water and it was obvious.

I continued sipping my drink and felt myself getting warm. I also felt myself getting a little wet. I thought since I may never have the courage to do this again I will do one really bold thing and then leave. My nipples were getting hard and very visible through my tank top. The bar stool I was sitting on was the old fashioned type that swiveled. I swiveled it around so my back was at the bar while allowing my legs to spread apart. I knew, in just the right position, someone could see my pussy through my spread legs.

I stayed like that, looking around smiling, for maybe thirty seconds. I was the recipient of lots of looks and it made me feel powerful and sexy. I slipped of the stool and walked to the door, feeling very victorious that I had the courage to go through with this. I was already thinking of the orgasms I would give myself at home.

I headed out the door and then stopped. I realized this was not the door I had come in through and my car must be on one of the other sides of the building. I was too embarrassed to walk back in the bar so I started walking around the bar counter clockwise. I thought I will just walk around the building until I find the other door then finding my car should be easy.

I walked around the first corner into what was obviously the trash disposal area. There was a trash bin, lots of bags of trash, empty booze boxes, a few empty bottles, and a foul smell. I was wearing the only pair of pumps I owned and not walking too well in them on the gravel while trying to avoid the trash. I was half way to the next corner of the building when a group of men came around the corner.

I stopped in my tracks.

One of the men said, “Hello pretty girl. Quite a little show you put on.”

I had no idea what to say but while I contemplated what to do the men fanned out around me. I was intimidated but not too concerned.

All of the men wore jeans. They all had the look of manual laborers. Some wore tee shirts, others flannel shirts.

I decided to just step through them and keep going around the corner. I could not move quickly in my pumps so I gingerly tried to walk between the second and third men, away from the trash but not too far out of my way. The two men I tried to step between moved closer together, blocking my path.

I was now very worried.

I started to ask them what they wanted, but thought better of it. They might take it as an invitation to sex.

”You are a hotty sweetheart!” said a man who had moved behind me.

“Please let me by,” I said.

“No, not yet sweetie,” the first man who had spoken said.

My fantasy was getting far too real.

“Show us your tits!” said another.

“We want to see your tits!” others joined in.

I was grasping here, looking for something to get me out of this. I was willing to bargain, to a point.

“If I show you my tits, can I go?” I ask.

“Yes!” was the unanimous answer.

I looked about a bit and decided if this is what I had to do to get out of this, I would do it. I pulled up my tank top over my nipples. The men hooted and commented.

I pulled my tank back down and started to walk again. Now three men moved in my way.

“You said I could go,” I said.

“Now we want to see your ass, slut,” one of them said.

Bargaining now seemed like a bad idea.

“Turn around and pull up that skirt,” yet another said.

“No, I am going home now,” I said.

As I was sputtering my words out, I felt my skirt lift from the rear. Instinctively I reached back and pulled it down, sidestepping away from the offender. I fell out of the pump on my right foot while doing this. While trying to slip my foot back into it, two more men lifted up my skirt. Another man pulled my tank top up in the front. I did not have enough hands to deter them, they were persistent.

I slapped the man pulling up my tank top.

Everyone got quiet and everything came to a stop.

“Now look here sister, we have been nice and having fun. If you act like that we can not be nice to you. Now show us your ass,” said the man that I had slapped in an authoritative voice.

All the men seemed to be in their thirties and forties. This man seemed to be the oldest, or maybe most authoritative, or perhaps most dominant. It was obvious now all the others would follow his lead.

“Show us your ass,” he repeated in a steady authoritative voice.

My knees went weak. I meekly obeyed, turning around so my ass was facing him and lifting my skirt so he could see it.

“Shake it,” he demanded.

I wiggled my bare ass.

Before I know it, his hands were on my ass. He was squeezing it, groping it, running his hands over it. I turned my head back to look at him, to try to gage his intent, when I noticed there were now many more men here. Even a couple of women were gathered around. Word must have got out in the bar. The growing crowd made me embarrassed and humiliated even more than I was, but at the same time I thought they would not dare rape me in front of a crowd.

While I was processing this, a man quickly and violently pulled my tank top off over my head. I was now naked from the waste up.

It all happened so fast. My hands were held behind my back and I was pushed to the hood of the nearest car. I was laid on my back on the hood, men held my hands above my head, and my skirt was pulled up. The crowd circled around me. There was lots of shouting and cursing. Two men held my legs apart, one on each ankle, while the leader unzipped his pants. He rubbed the head of his dick on my pussy for just a minute then thrust into me.

My legs were straight up in the air and apart as I lay on my back, totally held down by strangers. I could not catch my breath though I kept trying to shout. No shout came out.

His cock cut into my pussy. For the first time I realized how wet I was. Soaked. Each violent thrust made a splashing sound and I could feel my ass getting all wet. My body started to react to the animal sex, the rape. I moaned. I had never been fucked so hard. Involuntarily my hips started bucking. Then it hit me, I came. I had a crashing orgasm to the cheers of the crowd. Then another. I was humiliated and wanted more. I managed to mutter, “Fuck me.” It was from somewhere deep inside of me, not a conscious thought but a very audible word. I came again.

From his sounds and motion I could tell he was going to cum. I could feel my pussy grabbing him. He shot his load into me and I gasp and moaned. I could detect that flashes were going off. As I collected my thoughts I realized “camera phones, digital cameras, internet”.

As he zipped up his jeans, he said, “Let her go now”.

The men all released there grip on me. I collected my thoughts. I slid off the hood to lean weakly on the car. The crowd was still hooting and hollering. Flashes were going off. I started to wander in the general direction of where I thought my car was, my tank top long gone. As I walked away from the crowd, I could hear the laughter and congratulations. What stung was hearing, “You taught that rich slut!”

After what seemed forever I found my car, a few people still following me, snapping photos. Topless and used, I started the car and drove a few blocks before I stopped and cried and masturbated.

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