Cnc

March 30

I noticed sarah in my math class sophomore year of college on the first day of class. Cute little petite brunette thing that sat in the front row. I never ended up learning much about her since i was always in the back with my friends, but i knew i found her ravishing for some reason but didn’t think she’d ever return the sentiments. For some reason she caused a fantasy in my head; most pretty girls i would see around campus id fantasize about making love too, sarah caused my brain to imagine taking advantage of her hard. I couldn’t rationalize; she was a quiet good student but here as I thought sat in the back row i thought about all the different ways i would ravage her body if i ever got the chance instead of trying to talk to her. I went about the math class as normal; got decent grades, by mind was always drifting to think about sarah in the front row. One night after long hours studying and doing assignments i was scrolling reddit as my midnight routine and came across a post in r/bdsmpersonals that made me stop in my tracks. It was tagged as local to my small college town, and it was a girl who described herself very eloquently but also carefully as she described in her post looking for a consensual non consent encounter to help her decompress with her finals upcoming. I thought about just scrolling by the post as most others, but something about how it was written made me feel as tho I knew the person already. I sent a simple age sex location message and to my surprise i got hit by a reply rather quickly and got meet with a deeper than I expected conversation where this girl described her *** fantasy and how she hoped to have the scene go down but with never finding out who her attacker was. She wanted complete ambiguity. Never wanting to see what i look like beforehand or during to make it feel as real as possible to her. And then to also never talk to me again after it. I couldn’t believe how genuine she wanted this to feel and how genuinely interested she was in making this a reality. We got to the point were she was describing herself to me: “petite brunette” “math minor” “sophomore” and the gears were starting to turn in my head. I asked if she could send a picture. And you better believe my surprise when it was sarah the girl i had been fantasizing all year about taking advantage of from my math class. And here she was describing and equally if not more intense fantasy to strangers on the internet. I started having a moral dilemma; could i really do what this girl is asking, what a coincidence that the bitch ive been fantasizing about has been having almost the exact same fantasy, could I really feel okay about fucking someone and they never know it was me? The more questions i began to ask myself it just made too much sense and no one i looked at it didnt look like a win for both parties even if she would never now she was talking to me. I decedid to message sarah back and not more than 5 minutes later we had a scene agreed upon for next week. Holy shit.

A week later i started preparing for a Thursday evening unlike any other of my college experience. I was placing neat bundles of rope into the back of my minivan, had a ski mask next to my backpack, and thinking to myself whether i was really doing this. Sarah was set to leave the window unlocked to her single first floor apartment tonight. I was to “break and enter” into said apartment tonight. I sat on my porch for a minute after throwing the rest of the stuff in the van and light up a cigarette thinking about what was to follow. As i took my puff i thought of what i was about to do and couldnt help but feel a little bad, but i was also literally asked to do exactly this…..here we go.
I drove over towards the on campus apartments and parked under a large tree and left my car and headed for small alleyway between the back of the apartment building and the woods. I counted windows as I started walking the back length of the building; 1,2,3,4…….15,16, and then window seven***. I checked it briefly and it clicked open. I put on my mask then, and slowly slid it the rest of way open. I entered as quietly as possible into the kitchen and walked as softly as possible towards the bedroom where the door was as already open, and sarah was passed out in bed in nothing but a tshirt and panties and a night light on. I walked over towards her desk and saw a wealth of textbooks and final exam review material from the week’s math class; cute. I looked back at sarah and saw one eye open wide staring at me at her desk. It looked like she was about to scream at me, but the *** in her eyes was keeping her motionless. I put my hand to my lips over the mask and made a large “shh” sound before reaching over and gently placing my hand over her mouth before adding pressure to keep her quiet, all while now both of her eyes followed me with a look of *** in them. As i added pressure holding her mouth shut i whispered “good girl” and then I think the switch flipped in her at the situation coming to life finally. She tried yelling through my hand to no avail and tried ripping my hands off her mouth with her free hands but she wasn’t able to over power me. We had discussed this; at first she was to fight back, but she told me to just keep going until she submits. In one swift motion i flipped her over onto her back managing to keep my one hand over her mouth and with my free hands was able to reach into my bag to produce a ball gag which i was able to swap ball for my hand in quick succession; strap the ball gag; and now have both my hands free to allow to me do what i came for. Fuck the shit out of this bitch. With her on her back she was still struggling against me with her body but at least she was quiet now. I reached back into my bag for my bundles of rope and one by one i reached out;pinned a limb down and tied it to the bed frame until she was completely immobilized and completely at my mercy. I pulled last item out of my bag; a flog, and I started with some little playful slaps against her back and limbs and she writhed against the binds with every hit of skin. Holy shit was it hot having her completely under my control. I kept going with the flog doing slow hits building into larger more aggresive hits. She tried to scream through the gag only for it to come out completely inaudible. Smack “hrmmphhhshs” Smack “hrmphhhhh” Smack and I just kept going with this pattern until she seemed to stop struggling against me. With her starting to submit i pulled her panties to the side and was pleasantly surprised to find her completely soaked already. Glad to see she was enoying this :). I stuck one finger in heard what sounded like a muffled moan, added another finger and started going to town on her pussy. It was hard to tell through the gag but this bitch seemed to be loving every movement i was making, pushing her ass back onto my fingers, trying to grind on them depute her binds, what-a fucking slut. At somepoint i felt some constriction on my fingers and realized this slut was literally coming on my fingers while i vandalized her body. That was enough to make me want to fuck her. I removed my fingers, pulled my cock out of my pants and thrust into her dripping cunt. She struggled for a minute with my dick now im here but eventually seemed to go back to her submitted state. I took the liberty to start absolutely railing her unprotected pussy. It felt soo taboo to be doing in real life, but also turned me on so much knowing she was almost begging me to do this to her in our online conversation. As i kept thrusting for what seemed like ages i was in bliss having all these taboo fantasies actually come true and im sure she was too behind her gag. At my next thrust i felt her pussy constrict again as she began to cum again this time on my dick. I took the liberty to thrust again and fill her pussy deeply. I think she was trying to scream “get the fuck out my me” while i was filling her up. Oh well. I filled her up, but something in me just made me keep going. I think the situation as a whole just kept me rock hard even after cumming, but sarah on the other hand seemed on edge and pushing back more after her orgasm, like she was spent and wanted to go to bed or something? But i wasnt having it, i felt like a race horse and just kept fucking while she resisted again. I think at somepoint she ‘broke or just hit her physical limit’ as at somepoint the resistance stopped again and she layed there still breathing as a pillow princess not moving. I think her hitting her limit satisfied me and i finally pulled out. I left her on the bed still bound, i hoped in her shower to clean off, came back to the room to find asleep after receiving her pounding, carefully removed the ropes without waking her and then left through the kitchen window into the night where i had come from.