drunk and rape
I was so horny yesterday, I masturbated all day. I wanted to get fucked so badly.I was so over come by my horniness I got the courage up to try to be raped again. I put on a little white tank top with little straps and my shortest skirt and I decided on some flip flops. I wore nothing else, no underwear at all. I went downtown and walked through downtown, lots of people partying. I got lots of looks. It is really hot here now, even at night. My nipples were hard and lots of people noticed. I was getting hornier and hornier, it was making me want to get raped. Finally, once in my life, just be given no choice and taken. I know it is kind of sick, but I have fantasized about it so much and my previous two attempts didnt work how I wanted. In other words, I was not raped.I walked down an alley, it was dark. I walked about two blocks through the alley. I finally noticed foot steps behind me. I stopped and the foot steps stopped. I walked some more and heard them again. I stopped and leaned against a wall. Lots of the old buildings downtown are made of brick. The wall of the building was cool and rough brick. As I waited a homeless guy came out of the darkness and stood by me. He stank so bad. He had an ugly beard and I swear he had not had a bath or brushed his teeth in years. This is not who I wanted to have rape me. I started to walk away and he grabbed me and pinned me to the brick wall. I was saying no and trying to scream, I had been horny and fantasizing about rape but not this guy. He pinned me against the wall with all his weight and was grabbing my breasts. He pulled up my tank top and I realized I was really going to be raped. I panicked.I tried to fight back and he pulled up my skirt. I could feel his hand against my pussy. Before I knew it is cock was out and it was hard and against the skin on my stomach. I was pushing against him and fighting and all of a sudden he shot off all over my thighs and stomach. I felt all this cum shooting on me without any penetration. He ran off. I stood and caught my breath. I had this stinky cum running down me and I tried to wipe it off with my hand and it disgusted me. I walked back to my car and tried to clean up and drove home and took a shower. I threw the tank top out in the trash and put the skirt in the washer right away. I cried and cried. When I woke up this morning I masturbated again and then felt so guilty.It was not at all how I fantasized but more and more today I forget about the ugly man who stank and concentrated on the feeling of being taken. It is so strange. I hated it.But it turns me on still.