I Have A Rape Obsession, I Also Have A Man Who Fucks Me

I watched that movie Mad Max on the tv of Mel Gibson in Australia after the world was destroyed. It was a hard world, and the men were hard. I saw the scene where Mel Gibson's wife was run over by the men.

I was old enough to know what was happening, and I felt myself up throughout the scene. I dreamt of it, and over time obsessed about it. When it was time for me, it was going to be men like that. Real men, not some guy who wanted to become a school principle. I wanted a gang bang, r**ed until I couldn't stand or walk away. I used the handle side of a baseball bat to fuck myself with.

I never met those men, and it was already in my mid twenties when I told a man of how I felt when I was a teenager. He wasn't amused, he gave me a big lecture, and he told me that his wife had been r**ed when she was young. You never forget it, so stop fantasizing about that. But I didn't, I just replaced unknown men for that man. Tied to the legs of a table and fucked across it in the ass sort of thing. Oh, and being dragged around by the hair and forced to suck his dick. I wanted to be fucked.

He lectured me, and he shamed me, and he told me to get counseling. But I had watched some videos of r**e and I read a lot of r**e stories. Just r**e the shit out of me and get it over with, that was my attitude.

I was in his office one afternoon and I shut the door and locked it behind me. He asked me what I was doing. I pushed my pants down and showed him my pussy. This is yours, yours, and no other man gets to fuck me. I had my pants pulled up by him giving me a wedgie with my underwear. He walked me out of his office by the neck. At the door he let me go and I turned on him, why don't you just fuck me?

Well he got the message. He came to my apartment and gave me the belt of my bathrobe. Tie yourself to the headboard of your bed. He would not tie me, so I tried but I couldn't really get the knots to hold. Now get your pants off. He should have had me get my pants off first, so I had to untie myself to do it. When were you last fucked, he asked me. Never, I told you I'm yours, you fuck me.

He fucked me face down with my face in my pillow. He spread my pussy open with his fingers. He stuck his dick in me. Now you are fucked, now settle down, this whole thing is a mistake and you need a therapist. OK, but first I want to suck your dick.

I never did see a therapist, I was already fucked, and I had sucked his dick. He had already settled things for me. From then on I was always his for the taking. Always, if I was on my period, there was another hole to fuck. He never did 'r**e' me, it was more like a high school principle teaching me. But I got fucked and I sucked his dick and I took my pants off and I lay over the kitchen table, but he just licked me when I did.

His wife really had been r**ed when she was a teenager. But it wasn't him, he didn't know her then. I am his offline fuck. And I'm fine with that. It was a long time later that I felt bad about his wife. Understood maybe what she had actually been through. But, I still fantasize about it, and use my baseball bat handle to fuck myself when he doesn't come to see me. And I watch videos of r**e scenes. Even if they are fake, it does make me horny.