The post was titled ‘Grape me rough’.

OK, it didn’t say ‘grape’, but we live in an era of proactive censorship, so use your imagination. Anyway, when I read the description, it turned out to be exactly what you’d expect from the title. A woman, I believe in her early 30’s, wrote that she wanted to be sexually assaulted in her own home. Very specifically, she wanted to be slapped, choked, facefucked, hair pulled hard, have clothing torn, and verbal abuse like threats and insults. She also gave instructions that she would give her address and then leave a key to her home in a strategic location to facilitate the home invasion. Men were to come in while she was pretending to be unconscious, then wake her up with a violent sexual assault. Of course, I assumed this was bullshit. 99.9 % of the time, posts like this are. Probably a catfish, but also a small chance it was some psycho trying to get revenge on a woman he/she didn’t like. I’d heard stories where exactly that thing occurred - someone put up a fake ad, gave out a real address, and then directed a man to go after a totally unsuspecting female. No one wants to go to prison or waste their time with a catfish, so, hard pass.
…but then I noticed that she also made it clear that condoms were to be worn at all time during vaginal sex, and that made me pause.

And then I thought, ‘Fuck it’ and sent her a message. I didn’t get a reply right away, and I totally forgot about it, but then a few days later, maybe as much as a week, I saw a reply. She sent a few SFW photos of a pretty Jewish woman with pale skin and reddish hair. A fair amount of her face was hidden behind some gigantic sunglasses, but I could see she had some really cute, plump DSLs. I wasn’t convinced she was real, but I liked what I saw. She didn’t ask me for any photos, and didn’t really probe me for any information of any kind. She just sent the photos and asked me if I understood what she wanted and what her limits were. I replied that I understood, and we exchanged numbers so she could get in touch with me whenever she wanted to get fucked.

It wasn’t long after that, maybe that night or the following, I got the text. It read something like “Come over now”, and then gave me an address. “You’ll find my key behind the back left tire of my car”. She lived pretty far away from me, so it took about 50 minutes to get to her. My heart was POUNDING the entire time, and during the whole trip I kept asking myself if I was serious about doing this. What if it’s some kind of trap? I mean, it’s DEFINITELY some kind of trap, right? The idea of using a woman’s body as savagely as I want is just a fantasy men have, women don’t actually get off on that, right? RIGHT?

Despite my misgivings, I kept driving. It was late at night in an area that I know for a fact has an abnormally high crime rate…and for perspective, this is in a county and state that are both legendary for their high crime rates, so the fact that this city qualifies as having an ‘abnormally’ high rate of crime means it’s probably one of the higher ranking crime areas in the nation. So, anyone reading this should be expecting the same things I was expecting: Kidnapping, mugging, and/or some other kind of doom.

I was also concerned about my ability to perform, on multiple levels. I’d never done anything remotely violent during sex, and wasn’t even sure how to go about it really. Sure, I’d seen tons of porn, and I’d had fantasies, but simulations can never prepare you for the real thing. Would I be able to do the whole ‘Dom’ thing? Would I even get hard? Not something I worry about normally, but this was far from a normal situation, so I popped a viagra just to be safe. Still, all of these thoughts had me so anxious I thought about turning around at least a dozen times during the trip.
But she was hot, and I’m a guy, so I kept driving, and I eventually ended up at her place.

There was a little Prius hatchback parked in the driveway. I went to the tire she told me about and, sure enough, there was a key. This could still be a set-up….but most people don’t keep a spare key under the tire of their car. Not a great hiding spot if you ever leave the house. My palms were actually sweating as I walked up to her door and slid the key in. Heart pounding so loud I could hear it thudding in my ears. I know those are both cliches, but it actually happens when you are level 10 nervous about something. As I opened the door, I was still mostly expecting to react to something horrible, but instead what I saw was the somewhat messy home of a woman who was apparently very much into making sculptures and doing other kinds of art projects. The first area I came into was a living room with a couch and a small coffee table, adjacent to a kitchen. The door to her room was across from the kitchen, and I walked over as quietly as I could and cracked open the door.

She was lying on the bed, partly covered in a sheet and wearing a threadbare old negligee that was clearly intended to be ripped off. From what I could see, she had a great body too. She hadn’t really sent me any photos below the neck, and, in all honestly, I assumed that was because she was thick/heavier and insecure about it. Nope. Her body reminded me of nudes I’ve seen of Scarlett Johansson. Nice, large round breasts, but not too big for her frame. Short with wide shoulders and even wider hips. Round thighs and a plump ass. Combine that with the pretty face, and this was looking increasingly too good to be true.

I wasn’t sure how to start, so I took off my clothes by the door, grabbed a condom and walked in. I started stroking my cock looking at her body on the bed, just absolutely perving out about being naked in a strange woman’s home, masturbating in front of her. It didn’t take me long to get hard, and I certainly wasn’t there just to jack off, so I finally worked up the courage to step up to the plate and take a swing.

I honestly can’t believe what happened next.

I walked up to the edge of her bed, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head toward me, then took my cock and stuck it in her mouth. Out of nowhere, a script of abusive porno dialogue I did NOT know I possessed started coming out of my mouth. “Hey you little whore, it’s time to wake up and get your filthy little mouth fucked!”. Then I proceeded to pump my hard cock in and out of this total stranger's mouth while she grunted and flailed. She tried to push me away, but slapped her hands away, and then I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her down into the mattress and told her not to fight back or it would only get worse. Then I slapped her in the face. I’d literally never slapped a woman before, but here I was, holding this girl by the throat, and slapping her so hard it left a red mark on her cheek.

She gave up resisting for the moment and let the facefucking commence. Her mouth was velvet soft and her lips felt as good as I’d imagined. I pulled her so that her head was leaning over the edge of the bed while she was still on her back so I could get a better angle and really deep-throat her. When she gagged on my cock I could feel the muscles in her throat contracted and her tongue would spasm in a way that felt amazing on my shaft. While my dick was in her throat I grabbed her tattered negligee with both hands and tore it open to reveal her perfect tits. Even on her back they were still firm enough to point up, but definitely not fake. I grabbed those tits hard while I rode her face with my rod and called her a filthy whole who deserved what she was getting. She tried to spit my cock out and dodge the facial assault a few times, and each time she did I’d step back and give her a fresh slap to the face or tits.

After the foreplay was over, I decided to go for what I came for - her pussy. I grabbed her by the shoulders and swung her around on the bed, then tore off what remained of her negligee she wasn’t wearing any panties). I grabbed the condom I brought with me (and had strategically placed on the small table by her bed), and rolled in on my dick. I tried to work it into the narrative so she knew I was following instructions and we wouldn't have to break character. “You’re a filthy fucking whore and you’re gonna get fucked like one. I’m gonna take your pussy you disgusting slut, but I don’t want to catch any of your whore diseases”. She made motions to try to flee, but I easily overwhelmed her and pinned her down in missionary. First I pinned her down by her arms, then I let one arm go and grabbed her by the throat again. “You can either take my cock or get choked out and take my cock, it’s up to you bitch’. I let her other arm go and slapped her again. Resistance broke and I spread her legs. Her pussy was cute. Nice little reddish-brown bush. Soft pubic hair. Trimmed enough that I could see her thick, red lips underneath. I didn’t hesitate to shave my cock in.

She was the ideal victim. Warm and soft and tight. I kept up the verbal abuse while I pumped my cock into her relentlessly, one hand on her throat and the other grabbing a tit. I could tell she liked getting slapped because she kept weakly fighting back and trying to push me off. Each time she did, I’d slap her in the cheek or across the tits. At one point she pushed me back and kind of twisted her body, so I took the opportunity to spin her all the way around and push her face into the mattress while I prone boned her. I have to say, that girl had a lot of good features, but her ass was the best by far. I hadn’t really seen it until we got into this position, but now that it was mashed against me I could see it was fantastic. Remember how I compared her to a naked Scarlett Johannson? Yeah, now you’re getting it. I knew someday I’d have to get my dick up in that ass, but for now, it was time to cum. I grabbed her by the hair hard and pumped her until I ran dry, then pulled myself off and walked to the restroom.

We hadn’t talked about what happened after, and I wasn’t sure what to do next. I was mostly going to get a towel because I was sweating, but I as I walked to it I passed by her cat's litter box. It hadn’t been changed in quite some time and the odor really got to me. I’m not sure if it was that, or the viagra, or the fact that I was having a hard time reconciling what I’d just done psychologically, but I got really nauseous and threw up a little bit. Thankfully she had some mouthwash handy. I gargled and toweled off and got ready to exit as silently as I’d come in…but when I went to grab my pants she said, ‘Hi’ and we had a bit of a conversation. When she realized I could talk like a normal person, and not just a registered sex offender, she remarked, ‘Oh, wow, so all of that was like, theater’. I laughed. ‘Yeah, I guess so, I mean, that’s not how I act everyday for sure’. When she found out I was like, a year or two younger than her she laughed and said, ‘Oh, you’re just baby’.I admitted I’d never done anything like that, and she said she was surprised. We chatted a bit. She talked about her previous hits and misses with the ‘grape me rough’ post. One guy turned out to be a neighbor from literally just a block away. Some were good. Some were duds. She and I really hit it off though, and we ended up fucking again, even harder this time. I spit in her face and called her a slut. I even got to feed my cock into that plump little movie-star ass for a few minutes, but she couldn’t take it for very long.

We saw each other a few more times after that. Always the same set-up. I get a text late at night. Drive to her place, get a key, ‘break’ in, then we’d fuck sesh, chat, fuck sesh and I’d go. One night, probably our 3rd or 4th encounter, after the traditional hardcore play, we ended up fooling around on her couch and had regular sex, with non-abusive foreplay, and even kissing. I think that killed it for her, lol. Nothing formal, just never heard back from her after that. Too bad, but I get it, some people need to keep lines between these things. I came across her on social media years later and it looks like she married, had a kid, had a good career, etc. I’ll admit, I was always a little bit tempted to look her up and say ‘Hi’, but I’m actually rock-solid when it comes to keeping our secret sex lives a secret, and despite the premise of this story, I’m great at respecting boundaries.

On that note, this is a true story, and I will not share photos or any other personally identifiable information of any kind. All of the participants in the story were adults and fully consented of everything that happened, and I believe I am in compliance with the rules of this community, but if the moderators or any members have any issues with my content, please let me know and I will edit or remove it as needed.