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[F4M] Bait [Script Offer] [Rape] [Me] [“Ideal Girlfriend”] [Tight and Revealing Before Bed] [Fake Sleep] [Naked] [Luring Listener] [Kicked Off Sheets] [Planning] [Rough] [Fingers in Mouth] [Fingering] [Groping] [Legs over Shoulders] [Creampie]
Content Note: The speaker is definitely willing but I included the [Rape] tag due to no communication of consent to the listener’s character, who is acting without asking.
Note: This is mostly a typical storytelling narrative, but once the sex starts I encourage you to act it out. I’ve added some notes about moans and reactions but you should feel free to read this how you would like.
You’d think that doing this would be easy, but it isn’t. You have to think about it. You have to plan .
That’s why I only do things like this if I really care about someone and I want them desperately . This is a seduction .
I wake up and get started. He won’t be back until the evening, so I have time to prepare.
I choose my two outfits: One for the day when he gets home and one for the evening during dinner. I won’t be wearing anything after that.
When he gets home I’m going to be doing some cleaning. He’s not expecting me to do it, but I want him to have a chance to watch my body in action. I’m going to wear some yoga pants and a sports bra with a very loose shirt over it. Something that can move when I move and give him little glimpses.
It will also give me an excuse to shower and change before dinner. I’m going to wear some very small shorts and a tank top. This is a key moment in the seduction. I need him to really look.
The yoga pants and later the shorts being very tight is important. I want him to be obsessed with how my pussy might look and feel. That’s what will push him over the edge.
Next I set out my drugs. I’ll take half of one before and the other half after dinner. Enough to be sleepy but not asleep.
I change my sheets, but then I rumple them to look authentically messy.
There’s an easy dinner to eat in the fridge that won’t fill him up too much. There will be just enough beer to reduce his impulse control.
There will always be more I want to do, but unfortunately I have other responsibilities. Just like you, I want to get to the good bits. [Laughs]
I’m cleaning the floor when he shows up. I’ve been doing it for a bit so my sweat is all natural and I don’t stop or even look up when I say hi. I ask him how his day was and listen but all the time I’m scrubbing and moving and getting my head close to the area with my ass way up in the air.
I can feel his eyes crawling on me and when I stand up I hear him make a noise. He was startled, which means he was just totally focused on my body. Perfect.
“Is it hot in here?” I ask him. He says he isn’t but offers to adjust the temp for me. I smile and say no. I just run hot sometimes. The sweat glistens on my body and while I’m self-conscious about it, I know he likes it.
I run upstairs to freshen up, trying to bounce a little more than usual.
I give myself my usual pep talk in the shower. You can do this, I remind myself. Even if he hurts you a little too much, it’s worth it. Caring means sacrifice , I tell myself.
I get out of the shower and do one final inspection of my body. I’m not going to claim to be perfect, but I do think he likes his girls a certain way and I fit that pretty well.
I take the first half of the pill.
By the time I get downstairs he’s found the food and he’s already started making it. That’s unexpected but welcome. I get him a beer. I really enjoy watching him prepare the simple dish.
“That smells so good,” I say, pushing my whole body into his back and peeking around him. I didn’t have to do that but I give him a little hug, too. “Thank you very much for making that! I was going to do it but I’m very tired.”
That hug was way too forward for this early. I’m so fucking wet right now but I cannot afford to be thinking with my pussy. This can go very badly if I fuck up.
The dinner goes well. I’m very appreciative. I eat sort of loudly, suck on my fingers, you know. Kind of basic stuff, but food seduction is classic for a reason. I also stretch, look around, make excuses to get up and bounce around to get us both more to drink. Just water for me but beer for him.
His inhibitions should be low enough now to serve my purposes.
I get up and take the dishes and as I walk past I see he has a good sized erection. I sort of sway and hum as I wash the dishes.
I can feel his eyes crawling over me. The normally polite, sensitive man is unable to stop looking even for a second. Under normal circumstances he would never do this, but I’m not complaining.
I want him to look, after all. As a matter of fact, I want him to stare. I want him to see me helpless and…no…I’m getting too excited.
I finish the dishes and make a big show of yawning and saying “I’m soooo tired.” I thank him for the meal, again, then I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. It’s very platonic, even if the way I was showing my tits to him wasn’t.
It may have been too flirty but…really…it’s okay to kiss a guy on the cheek if he makes you dinner, right? That’s just basic etiquette.
After that, I head upstairs. I’m a little bit excessive about how I swing my hips and shake my ass as I walk.
I need to be quick. I take the other half of the pill. I can already feel the first half working. I open the blinds enough to let some of the light from the street in. That’s key.
I strip down to nothing. I feel incredibly vulnerable. I open the door just wide enough for him to see everything.
I get in bed. I take a deep breath. I relax. I move myself into position. I kick the sheets off so it looks like I got too warm when I fell asleep.
I’m laying on my back, completely exposed. One arm is up by my head and the other lays across my belly, like an arrow pointing to where I want him to go. I shift just a bit, making sure my tits are in the exact right place.
My legs are splayed out, one bent at the knee, parted just enough so that anyone walking by who looks would be able to see every part of my tight pussy.
That’s it. I’m ready.
My eyes are closed but I can see myself in my head. My breathing slows. I’m suddenly so fucking tired. I don’t want to fall asleep, in case I need to provide some last moment encouragement.
It doesn’t matter what I want. I slip into unconsciousness.
I awake with that nameless sensation that tells us that we are being watched .
I’m the prey, and the predator is circling now. I hope I’m strong enough to hook him…
The first time is always so important. Maybe I’m just a romantic, but I always love to feel that bond form as a man enters me. Later he can fuck me while I’m partly or completely blacked out. That can be a little treat for both of us, but now I need to know how badly he wants me.
The most erotic thing for me is knowing that I’ve pushed someone over the edge and turned him from a good, kind man into a beast whose hunger can only be sated by my body.
I feel the tiniest shift in the air pressure, and I hear the door whisper farther open.
I get off on being stared at like this, but exhibitionism isn’t enough for me. It’s just foreplay.
What I need is for him to…yes!
I can hear his breathing now. He’s closer to the bed than I thought! He’s being so creepy right now and I fucking love it. [Giggles]
Then I feel it. Finally. His hand, just the fingers, trailing from my foot up my leg. I barely suppress a shudder of pleasure.
He freezes just below my knee. There is a long silence. I know if I don’t do something he might leave.
I give a sigh, make a small noise, shift slightly, but don’t open my eyes. I am dead to the world, and oh so helpless . Thankfully, his fingers start to trail up again. Over my thigh, and now towards the inside.
I moan, softly. It isn’t fake and there is no way I could avoid doing it.
He gently puts his hand on my inner thigh. He’s testing me. He gives me a gentle squeeze. I let my breathing speed up a bit, a natural reaction, but I don’t do anything else.
He knows I’m out completely now. This will make him bold.
I’m surprised by how fast he moves, even if it is gentle.
“You don’t even know how beautiful you are,” he whispers. He’s talking to me but he doesn’t think I’m listening.
His hand trails past my pussy up my belly, onto my tits. [Moans] I can tell by the way that he’s feeling them up that he’s thought about this a lot. [Moans] I’m glad he’s indulging himself, squeezing and even pinching my nipples a little. He really gets brave then.
First he puts his fingers into my mouth, and wants to see my response. I want to suck on them, but I can’t do that, so I just stay still, let him violate me in a way I enjoy. Then I feel his mouth and tongue on my nipple and I almost lose my mind.
As he sucks on one nipple and plays with my breast with one hand, the fingers of his other continue to probe and violate my mouth. I can’t believe how perverse this feels and how much I enjoy it.
He gets into it. He’s hurting me now, just a bit. His body and mind are awakening to the pleasures that he can take from me tonight.
He stops and I feel his fingers withdraw from my mouth. I feel disappointment, quickly replaced with elation as I hear the sounds of his clothes being removed rapidly and tossed carelessly on the floor.
He climbs on top of me, solid and immovable. I am trapped. He’s kissing me, and I didn’t expect that, yet. He starts on my face and my lips and moves to my neck and he’s so eager .
I stay limp. When I feel his hand between my legs I moan so loud I shock even myself. [Moan] Before I can even adapt he slips one, no two thick, unrelenting fingers inside of me. I wasn’t expecting it and my back arches in response and I gasp. [Gasp]
He’s merciless, fucking and stretching me with his fingers. He clearly needs more, just as I do, because he pulls them out quickly.
He adjusts his cock and for a moment I think he’s going to penetrate me finally but no, he still has some guilt getting in the way of what he wants.
He moves his cock up and down my slit, groaning with pleasure. [Moans] I know what he’s thinking. (Slightly Upset) He thinks that he’s just going to rub all over my pretty pussy and then go back to his own room and jerk off, or maybe just cum all over me and clean me up before I wake up.
I can’t have that. I won’t let him leave me before he gives me what I fucking need . [Moan] I shift and roll my hips in reaction to his movements, and suddenly the head of his cock is at my entrance, almost inside of me.
I could move just a little bit and envelope the tip, but I do not. No matter how much I may lure, I am not a girl who makes the first move. I need to be taken and ravished.
“I’m sorry,” he says, just barely holding on to his conscience as he…[Moans]
(Very excited and talking fast) Oh fuck he’s inside of me finally he’s in me and I want him and I want to wrap my legs around him and kiss him and drive him farther but I can’t, not tonight.
[Moans] God he’s thrusting so hard! I had expected him to at least start out gently, but his inhibitions and moral compass are gone . I really did seduce him tonight.
I hear him say something but I’m not sure what it is. He’s still guilty, still holding back, just a bit. I can’t stay limp any more. My back arches in sudden response to an orgasm, a small one, that runs through my body.
Holy shit. That’s never happened before
I thought I had brought all of the beast out of him, but I am so very wrong. He grunts, suddenly far more aggressive. He loves that I love it but it makes him angry, too. He puts my legs over his shoulders and now he’s pounding into me. He’s so deep and it’s the best I’ve ever had and I don’t even know what to do.
I’m afraid and aroused and I’m in new territory with him and then, when I’m so close to cumming…he surprises me again.
His hand covers my mouth. Oh god I was so not ready for this. Maybe he isn’t as safe as I thought? I feel panic build up inside of me, paralleling the orgasm ready to take my body.
He doesn’t seem to notice that I need to breathe. He’s still fucking me ruthlessly, just using me as if I was a toy he wanted to break. Dimly I feel tears forming as I open my eyes and my vision starts to narrow.
I need to breathe. My eyes are rolling back in pleasure even as the panic hits. Terror always heightens my pleasure. I wonder if he knows that? How could he?
Does he suspect how much of a slut I am for him? Does he realize all the filthy things I want him to do to me?
(She’s very excited now and this is stream-of-consciousness thinking)
Does he know that I want him to rape me over and over? I want him to do it when I’m unconscious and when I’m drunk and when I’m begging him to stop as he bends me over the counter. I want him to take me and use me every way and call me the worst names and most of all I want him to cum in me and use me and claim me.
Please, please, please let me be his. Please let me be yours. I need to feel you I need to feel your cum …
[Improv to Orgasm]
[Panting] He finally lets me breathe. He needed me and he used me and he didn’t ask. I let my eyes flutter open. Sleepiness is no longer an act. Between the drugs and the thorough and violent fucking he’s given me, I could sleep happily for a week.
He looks down at me, and I can see his reason returning to him, his control. He’s the gentle man that I care for so much again. It’s amazing to me that such rough passions can live in someone who can be so kind, but then again, few people who know me would think I enjoy being violated.
“Are you all right?” he finally asks. There is fear in his eyes, some from the realization of what he’s just done, but most of it is concern for my safety. He got far rougher than he intended, but all I can do is sigh.
“Mmmhmmm…” I say, all smiles and satisfaction. Not a bit of me, not even the bruised and used parts, is unhappy. I’m in heaven and I can’t help being a little dreamy after a good time like that. He relaxes somewhat. He knows I’m not hurt and I’m not panicking. He goes to get out of the bed and I grab his arm, gently.
The man who just raped me is not a bad man. He knows what I need, gets back into bed with me and wraps his arms around me. Suddenly I’m the little spoon. I put one of his hands on my tits so he knows he still has free reign over my body.
Nothing ever goes perfectly but this was about as close as it gets. The breathless terror was a bonus. I have to be careful not to show the bruises except around him. I’ll make sure he knows I love to be marked as his.
The morning will be difficult, because he’s going to feel guilt. I will tell him how much I wanted and needed that, although I may not reveal the depths of my planning. He never really stood a chance against my technique. [Laughs]
After what he did to me last night, I tell him how I feel and he reciprocates. He’s confused but happy. I, being a good girl at heart, will be sure to let him know that he can best show me care and affection by using me however, and whenever he likes. [Soft Laugh]
This one…might be the one. The mix of good and bad, caring and ruthless, empathetic but capable of taking what he wants. It’s not easy being the way I am, so I know it isn’t easy for him either, always conflicted about what he actually wants versus what the world says he “should” want.
That’s why he needs to be rough with me over and over. He needs to make me cry and sigh and I need to show him how much I want to give to him and how few limits I have. We’re perfect for each other, and I just know he’s going to realize it soon. Maybe after a few more sessions… [Laughs]