Fulfilling a Rape Fantasy (pt1)

This story took place many years ago, when I was only 24. I had recently finished graduate school and moved to a new city where I didn’t know many people. I’d often browse dating sites and Craigslist, but mostly just for fun, until a particularly interesting posting caught my eye. The post was from a woman seeking to discretely fulfill a rape fantasy, but it didn’t give many details. She said she preferred young white males that were fit and strong. I submitted a response with a few pictures, not expecting to hear back. To my surprise, a few days later was a reply in my inbox asking if I was serious and if I was willing to meet in person before. I was definitely serious and we exchanged a few emails deciding to meet up in a coffee shop.

Just before the meeting time she sent me a picture so I knew who to look for in the coffee shop only a mile or so from my house. She was an attractive black female in her late 30s, but I couldn’t tell much more, as it was only a head shot. I walked in and found her immediately, it helped that she was the only black woman in the coffee shop. She had a better body than I expected, with a curvy shape and big tits for a small frame. I thought it would be awkward, but the conversation flowed freely and after a few minutes she said that she wanted to go through with it but wanted to lay out some ground rules about her fantasy.

She said that she wanted the experience to be as close to real rape as possible, even though she knew it would be me. I asked her if she wanted a safety word, and she said absolutely not, as it would spoil the fantasy. Under no circumstances was I to stop until I wanted to. Immediately I had a million thoughts swimming through my head of what I was going to do. I could barely contain myself. Then she told me that the most important part was that I degraded her verbally while I used her. She said that anything goes, but she really wanted someone to engage her in race play.