Don't be rude next time

Here is a true story for you. I'm not going to sugar coat the details, put in imaginary acts, or make it sound like a good time was had by all.

I raped a woman about 15 years ago. I didn't plan it, I didn't know her, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, with a very wrong attitude.

I was in a phase of hiking to keep fit. I used to hike some local fells and hills, mostly in the evening in the middle of summer. At that time of day everybody had done their walks and the hills were quiet, that's what I liked.
One such evening I was reaching a summit when I saw somebody going the same direction ahead. I could make out it was a woman from her body shape, and I was catching her up. As I got closer my gaze focused on her. She was wearing khaki shorts, walking boots, socks, and a windproof jacket. Her backside filled the shorts forming a nice round womanly shape. I felt my cock harden as it does when you look at a woman. In your mind you think 'I wouldn't mind her' but I had absolutely no intention of interacting with her. She was just there, doing what I was doing. I was a hundred yards away when she turned and saw me. She looked surprised, probably as surprised as I was to find somebody else with the same idea of evening walking. I could also sense from her body language that she was nervous with my presence.

"Get past" she said abruptly. That pissed me off, it was rude the way she said it. I just looked at her, and she looked back like I was dirt.

"No need to be rude" I replied.

"Piss off" I heard back, but she said it quietly not meaning for me to hear. But I had heard, and my mood changed. I felt belittled for absolutely no reason. I just wanted to humiliate her back. I could have slapped her, but for some stupid reason I thought, "I could rape her"

I didn't want sex, but sex became a weapon I could use, and there would be little she could do to prevent it. I didn't want to just grab her and drag her behind a wall, well I did, but I wanted to control her first, instill fear into her so I would have the psychological upper hand.
She was fairly petite, about late thirties to early forties. She wouldn't be a match for me physically and she must have known it. Why she was so mouthy is a bit of a mystery to this day. Maybe she just thought, "I can say what I like with impunity"

I had a final glance around and then I said to her. "You fucking ignorant cow. When we get to the top of this hill we are going behind the wall, I'm going to rape you".

I could see her confidence melt away before my eyes, I knew then I could do what I wanted. She was looking around and I second guessed she might try to run for it. I put my hand on her arm as a precaution against her trying to escape, and as we got to the top of the hill there was the gap in the wall that led into a field. I directed her through the gap, took a final look around, and then grabbed her around the neck and wrestled her to the ground. She tried to struggle but didn't have the strength to do anything meaningful. She was terrified and I loved seeing her fear. I got her boots off eventually which was the hardest part. Her shorts came down easily revealing a pair of purple high leg knickers, not the most sexy looking underwear. I dragged them off her and forced her legs apart to look at my prize. Neat trimmed pubic hair, thick vaginal lips protecting her tight cunt. I couldn't get my cock out quick enough.
There was no fight in her, she was frozen with fear, so I wasted no time. I got on top of her forcing her legs wide with my knees and found the entrance. It went inside so easily. It felt so welcoming did her body. I began to fuck her, she just lay there in total shock and defeat. Her body betrayed her because I could feel her getting a little wetter the more I fucked.
It wasn't 'love making' it was rape, and I didn't want her to enjoy it, I wanted her to suffer. I wanted to ruin her life, give her nightmares, flashbacks, give her sleepless nights reliving this moment.
I held her shoulders so I could get more violence into my upward thrusts. I rammed my cock up her as hard as possible. I could feel my cock hit her cervix and felt her flinch as it did. "Not so fucking mouthy now are you bitch" I thought. I had no feelings for her at all, she was there simply to be humiliated in the worst possible way. I wasn't interested in going up her arse, I wasn't interested in oral sex, I just wanted to wreck this bitch.

She lay there sobbing as we fucked for what seemed like ages before I couldn't hold out anymore. That amazing sensitive feeling a man gets when he has peaked and ready to cum. I felt myself give her three or four powerful squirts of hot seed into the stretched and battered sex hole. It felt so good. I looked at her face as I lay on top of her, my cock softening inside her. She had tear stains on her face, but it was a look of relief that it was over what I saw.

You won't fucking talk to me like that again will you slut" I said as I stood over her pulling my pants up.

It was a powerful controlling feeling standing over her as she sat there trying to put her knickers back on. It was such a thrill knowing I had given her the worst moment of her miserable life.
If she hadn't been so rude it wouldn't have happened. Women need to be respectful how they talk to men they don't know. Rape is easy, and destructive of a females wellbeing.