My Sex Fantasy

And how much more do I want the same for my ass. . .I need, so desperately need, my ass to be used as a hole for fucking. I need it to be raped. I can see it now, what it would be like if I was being filmed. I’m bent over the table, a collar round my neck is lashed to the leg, so I can’t stand up. I’m begging and pleading him to stop, that I’ve changed my mind, as the camera pans round. My stocking’d legs are slightly parted, tied to the table at the knees, my thong pulled down slightly to show my lovely white ass cheeks, framed by my suspenders. My bound arms are pressed against the back of my lacy corset, so all I can do is wiggle them helplessly up and down a little. The shot zooms in on my ass, shining slightly with lube. I can still be heard crying and whimpering for him to stop as he pulls my cheeks apart and rubs his cock head against my little hole. Desperately I beg him to wear a condom. . .

If I had any safewords, or hadn’t agreed that just letting him in was consenting, this is when I would stop things. This is when I would be saying I’d changed my mind and it was a mistake. This is why I need raped. This is why I need to be tied up and completely at the mercy of a random stranger who will, in fact, show no mercy. He’ll ignore my pleading. He knows that I agreed to this in advance. He knows I need, so desperately need, his cock inside me. He’ll direct his dick against my hole, still bareback, and push. As I beg and cry, he’ll keep pushing until. . . in one moment, I lose my anal virginity. With a long moan, he slides the rest of his cock up my ass. And that’s the most important part done for me. I’ll have started on my journey to becoming an anal whore. I would never have let him do that to me. If I wasn’t tied up and helpless, I would have stopped him and wussed out again. But as I strain against the binds on my neck, legs and arms, crying and screaming, I needed to be raped.