{This is an edit of an earlier version. After getting some complaints about the "rape" thing I wanted the whole story in one shot. This explains the rape fantasy, in the consensual/non consensual genre, with an heavy emphasis on the consensual, as you'll see. Sorry that I pulled the story but it really needed to be a finished product for all the people concerned with the "rape" angle. It's a fantasy, btw, on a porn site that specializes in fantasies, no one is getting raped here nor is rape being glorified, again, just a fantasy, HER fantasy}
Am I a bad boyfriend? No. Well, maybe. Ok, I might be the worst boyfriend ever. You'll decide for yourself after reading this. In my defense, if people come out ahead and get what they want, is it all that bad?
My girlfriend Aubrey was a dream. She was WAY over my head, out of my league, but god bless her, she loved me for some reason. She's an adorable blonde with sparkling blue eyes, full pouty lips, pert tits, curvy but tight hips and ass. Like I said, out of my league. I'm Paul. I'm average, by my own estimation. I work out but I never seem to get any kind of muscle definition, though my softness in the middle may have a little to do with the fact that I like having a beer on occasion. I'm not fat, but I'm hardly skinny. I'm well on my way to having a "dad bod." My hair is starting to thin, even at the age of 30. I'm afraid I'll be bald like my dad and older brothers by the time I'm in my mid 30s. Still, Audrey really loved me. She loved my humor, my loyalty, my truthfulness. In short, she was crazy for me, no idea why.
The other thing to know about Aubrey is...well, she's quite kinky. She was way beyond me there, too. She really liked her fantasies, which included bondage, discipline, and anything that got her treated like a slut. There was also a big one, which I'll tell you about later. Those were her words, "treated like a slut." I did my best. I called her names when we were fucking, she really was into that. It really was hard to treat her poorly, however, her being so nice and adorable. I suspected she was hoping to open up a door in me, to treat her in the manner she enjoys. She encouraged me to berate her, to spank her, to fuck her really good and hard and I tried to oblige, I really did, but I thought her desire might go beyond my capabilities. So, her desires and my ability to give them to her were at the heart of how it all worked out.
One of my friends is Jason who I've known since high school. I guess technically I was HIS friend. He was definitely the leader. I was just one of the group. He's cocky, arrogant, totally smug. He had claimed to have banged half the cheerleaders in our school, while telling us the only reason he didn't bang the others was because "they were gay," according to him. Like, it never occurred to him that they may not have been interested in him, as if that wasn't even an option.
In truth, he was handsome, athletic, tall, witty, quick with the sarcasm. Chicks actually DID dig him, though I was still under the impression that deep down women wanted sensitive, nice guys (which I've since discovered is very rare).
Jason loved Aubrey, I mean love in HIS way, lustfully. There wasn't a moment he was around, at parties, campfires or just hanging out, when he wasn't flirting outrageously with her. It went beyond simple teasing. He was openly suggestive, even handsy. Aubrey, to her credit, just played it off.
"Men!" she'd sigh with a smile while pulling his hand off her ass.
She agreed with me that he was a total dick when it came to that. Still, most of our group was tied to him in some way, he was always the center of the universe of our friendships. He was a fun guy to have around, everyone just accepted his macho tendencies. Aubrey always claimed to "hate" his attentions, even though I never saw her do anything but smile when he was around.
How did we get here? It was Aubrey's darkest fantasy. She had kept on me about it. She described it in detail, often when we were making love, she got off on it tremendously. It was one of those things I feared I'd never be able to actually give her, at least myself. I guess, even then, even at the beginning I had it in my head to do something like that. I guess the thoughts were always there.
Her fantasy? She wanted to be raped. Dark, right? She wanted me to take her, without prior knowledge, under the guise that I was a burglar or something. I was to break in, tie her up and do unspeakable things to her. However, we both admitted that it truly lacked the one thing that would make it as exciting as she wanted. It lacked the "realness." She would know it was me, I'd know it was me, and as I've stated before, I'm not really suited for that game. I'm not much of an actor either. The way she talked about it, she wanted the real thing....minus the threat of death, of course. I guess I'd already decided that I'd never be able to give her that thrill that she sought. Still, I was determined to try, I wanted her to have the very thing she wanted. That's what led to what happened.
We were going to one of Jason's "legendary" cookouts (he also fancies himself as a grill master). Aubrey had on one of her cleavage exposing, leg baring sundresses. On our way over to the party I had told her I was going to do it. I was going to rape her. I could see her squirming in her seat. I told her that one day in the next week or so, when she least expected it, I'd "break in" and catch her. I told her I was going to go all out, full burglar garb, zip ties, handcuffs, whatever it took and that I'd, "give it to her good."
"Stop telling me the details. Do it however you need to, I don't want to know ANYTHING about it beforehand. I'm glad though, I was thinking I might not ever get that. I thought I might even have to....stay behind at a party like tonight, with your drunk friends, see if it might get me in trouble," she said with a sly smile.
Jason seemed particularly fixated on her that night. More than once I "caught" him quickly lifting the back of her short dress to expose her tiny pink thong which exposed a lot of her perfect ass. He also seemed to have his hands on her more than usual. In fact, later on, after it all happened, she "casually" mentioned to me that he'd actually gotten his hands down her top, to her bare tits and, more than once had his hands under her skirt, to cup her ass cheeks.
She was really enjoying herself. She seemed flirty and free. I wondered how much alcohol and the thought of what I'd promised earlier had freed her. When she's like this I often liked to just sit back and watch her mingle on her own. I got to see her flirt. I got to see my friends and acquaintances fall all over themselves to try and get a look, a feel, anything from her. Often, I'd "keep in touch" with her via text. I'd think of something to say or do, I'd text her, that way we kept each other interested.
She beat me to it that night. "Hon, which one of these guys would you think would most like to rape this?" came the text. I saw her look my way and smile.
"Jesus," I texted back, "they all would."
"No fun! I want you to guess which one you think would actually get into it. Which one do you think would "give it to me good," in the way you know I'd like it?! Who would tie your girlfriend up, whip her ass and fuck her in every way possible?"
I knew which one. Before I answered I saw Jason appear again with another beer for her. Aubrey is a fun drunk and gets even more loose and free. He knew that. I actually left them to themselves and I walked outside and mingled with the people by the grill. I saw them appear a little while later as he came back to man his grill. She came up behind me and stuck her tongue in my ear.
"I'm so horny," she cooed. "I can't wait for our game!"
