It’s blog-hopping time, and today it’s Food for Thought Friday. The questions:
Do you have a sexual fantasy that you would be embarrassed or ashamed to tell anyone about? Oh, yeah!
Is it a complete fantasy or would you like it to actually happen in real life, if you had the chance? Probably a complete fantasy…I think!
Are you brave enough to share it here with us?
Rape isn’t funny. Rape is brutal violence against women (mostly) that has nothing to do with sex, and it can’t be condoned.
But I got this rape fantasy. Actually, I don’t think it’s that unusual to fantasize about rape. It’s a recurring rape fantasy that’s gets me pretty goddamn hot, actually. Weird for a feminist, huh?
I’m on a ship with another woman. The ship is a shitty freighter, beat up, rusty, and smells bad. Me and this other woman (it’s not sexual between us, by the way) are on board to service the crew. In my mind, they’re a wide array of pirate types, many races and nationalities, rogues, bad guys and (what can I say? it’s a fantasy) handsome as fuck.
Our job, when we’re not vacuuming, scrubbing, cooking, washing dishes, scraping rust, cleaning toilets (I mean, heads)–in the nude, I forgot to mention we’re not allowed to wear clothes, ever–is to sexually service the men on demand. At their whim. No arguing. Bend over, I’m going to fuck you. Drop to your knees and suck my cock. Give me that tit.
I’m a ship slut.
I’m on the poop deck, swabbing, and this incredible hunk walks up behind me, grabs my waist and bends me over. Pushing my legs apart with his hand, he probes me, rubbing my clit, circling the entrance to my vagina, making me wet. He rams his eight-inch cock into my hole. I brace myself on my knees, dropping the mop, cold dirty sudsy water splashing out of the bucket on my feet and legs, as he fucks me furiously, my breasts swinging wildly (I’ve got big tits in this fantasy, by the way). He empties his load inside me, zips up and I go back to swabbing the deck.
In the galley, I’m making, like, thirty sandwiches for the starving crew. A black sailor, one of the guys from the engine room that I hardly ever see, comes in and pushes me to my knees. He unzips, pulls out his enormous piece of black man meat and I start sucking. I suck long and hard. My jaw aches. My tongue is tired. So what? I suck and I suck and I suck, guzzling his pre-cum, until he explodes in my mouth, filling it with jism. He keeps pumping, fucking my mouth. His hot cream spills past my lips, and I work it into his shaft with both hands. After he pulls out, I take a dish towel and wipe the cum off his cock. He zips up and leaves. I go back to making sandwiches.
It’s late at night and I’m on the bridge. Nothing is going on, the sea is calm, no other ships are around. I’m on my hands and knees as the late watch takes turns fucking me. It’s four men and my very used pussy. After every man has deposited his load in me twice, the first guy who fucked me–he’s the watch officer, not long out of the naval academy, early twenties, and insatiably horny–greases my asshole with Vaseline.
This is the part of the fantasy I haven’t told anyone else.
I suck his dick and make him hard again, then smear grease on his dick head. I stick my ass in the air, my face pressed against the dirty floor, and he pushes against my anus. I’m tired. My arms ache from supporting myself during eight individual acts of coitus. Cum is running down my legs. My pussy lips burn from the friction, and my pubic hair is matted and wet. No matter. Now his cock is past the tight ring of my asshole. He is in my rectum. I get that watery sensation in my gut, but it soon passes. He’s still. He’s not fucking me. I get this warm feeling in my belly. The guy whose cock is deep in my rectum sighs. My belly gets heavy. Then it dawns on me. He’s pissing in me–a long one, he’s been saving up, what would normally be long arcs of piss shooting out over the side of the ship are instead filling me up. He’s taking a leak in my bowels.
Is there even a word for that?
He pulls out and I fall to my side. I’m exhausted and sore, I’m fucked to a frazzle and beyond humiliated. His hot piss spurts out of my asshole, over my ass cheeks, down my legs. I stagger to my feet and leave the bridge. But not for long. I’m back in two minutes with a mop and bucket to clean up the mess.
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