About midweek, I received a call from TJ.
"I miss you babe," he told me once I picked up.
"You hit me, 'babe'," I retorted.
I almost hung up on him, but stayed on the line. After listening to him breath for a little, he finally started speaking.
"Sorry. I was an asshole. I wasn't trying to hit you. Let me make it up to you."
"I'm waiting," I told him, after leaving him hanging for a few seconds, dragging it out.
"Sure, dress up. I will take you out, on a proper date." He told me.
I was hesitant, but it had been a while since we actually went out on a date. Most of our "dates" were going to parties or having sex in his car for the last year.
"Fine. You can come pick me up at Ashley's."
I started getting ready, wearing a little black dress, black heels, and putting on black eyeliner and lipstick. I laughed at the expression on Ashley's face.
"Are you trying to make him feel that you are still mad at him, or trying to make him wonder if you have turned into a sexy goth girl and are horny for him?"
I looked in the mirror, realized it could go either way, and shrugged.
"We will see," was all I told her.
She waited for more, but when nothing more came, she finally nodded. "Well, I am glad you are talking to him again."
We talked a bit more. She seemed to really want me to get back together with TJ, while I was still torn. A couple morphine, some week, and I was ready.
He stopped outside, and rang the doorbell while waiting. When I opened the door, I was greeted with flowers.
I melted, but could not let him know he was off the hook, so just quirked my eyebrows and took them, nodding slightly and putting them in a vase full of water, leaving him waiting at the doorway.
When I came back, he offered me his arm. I took it, and he brought me to his car.
He opened the door, and closed it after I had gotten in. It had been a while since he had treated me like I was a princess, and I realized he was on his best behavior.
When he got in, he leaned over for a kiss. I thought about resisting, but accepted it. A little tongue, and I ended it, keeping myself a bit standoffish. "You look..." he hesitated, then blurted "So hot!"
I giggled, unable to contain it, then put back on my serious face.
"Okay, now where are you taking me?"
That focused him again, and he drove. We went to a restaurant, an expensive one, that forced me to use my fake ID as he ordered wine for us. Mixed with the other stuff, I felt a bit out of it. Well, more than a bit, as I started getting pretty silly.
Soon, we were making out, and ended up in the back of his car in the parking lot.
My panties slid off my legs as I laid in the back seat, and head shoved under my dress while his mouth went to work. It wasn't long before I had a fistful of his hair as I shoved his face against my wet pussy, wet with both myself and his tongue. His tongue worked my clit, and I saw a couple people walk by, staring right at us, him still outside, on his knees in the parking lot, me with my hand over my own mouth, trying to keep myself quiet. Them seeing us like that pushed me over the edge, and I found myself shoving him hard against me, my legs tightening around his head, as the climax gripped me.
Once I let go, and let him get a breath in, he quickly undid his pants and lowered himself on top of me. He did not waste time, and sadly, did not last long, but as he collapsed on top of me, penis growing limp inside me, cum warm in my pussy. I didn't mind, since he had gotten me of first, but soon shoved him up and of me.
"You are heavy," I murmured.
"So, there is another party, an old friend." He told me. "Want to go?"
I thought about the way I was dressed, more for a dressier night out than for a party.
He handed me a little baggie. "For you," he said.
My eyes bulged, and I kissed him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I told him.
I reached my finger nail in, scooping out some white power, and brought it to my nose, snorting.
I repeated, but offered him this one. Soon we were both feeling good, and my outfit no longer seemed to have mattered. In fact, I was pretty sure that all eyes would be on me. I didn't mind that at all.
We showed up at the party, a different crowd than I was used to. Soon I was dancing, but TJ sat on the couch, having beers with some of his friends, and ignoring me.
I ran over to him, grabbed his hand, and tried to drag him to the floor. "Not right now," he told me.
I wasn't sure what to say, so sat down with him. I overheard them talking about Sam, and after his friends left started talking to him.
"Look, I know Sam is an asshole sometimes, but he can be okay," I told him.
TJ looked at me in disgust. "Asshole? Do you even know what you are talking about? Why are you even friends with him?"
"What they hell TJ?" I asked him. "What did he ever do to you?"
He looked away in disgust, then it came out. "You remember that night at Jason's? The one where Janice got pregnant?"
I nodded. "Well, when I came in, here were you, high as shit, and Sam was fucking you."
I stared at him. "Sam was what?"
"You said you didn't remember, and I didn't want to hurt you, so I got him off you, and was with you instead, so you wouldn't know."
"You...what?" I said, my voice rising, becoming louder. "Sam took advantage of me, and you fucking made it up to me by...by...fucking me instead?"
I realized by the end I was shouting at him, and everyone had stopped. "I...you..." I didn't even know what to say. I leaned over the edge of the couch and threw up.
To know, that Sam, who I thought was my friend, was taking advantage of me like that. I felt more than a little sick.
TJ tried to help, and I roughly shoved him away.
"Get the fuck away from me," I told him.
"I was just trying to help. I didn't want you to be hurt." He just didn't get it. I shoved him away from me again and walked into the kitchen of the house we were at, then threw up again in the sink.
He came over, a worried look on his face. "Get away from me."
"Baby, don't be like that." He said, trying to sound like he was calming me.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! HOW COULD YOU LET HIM DO THAT!" I screamed at him. Everyone else disappeared from the kitchen very quickly.
I grabbed a beer and chugged it, trying to wash away the taste of vomit from my mouth. I walked away, grabbing another beer and pulling out the baggie of coke. For the next few minutes, he followed me around. I stuck the bag against my face, snorted, and flipped him off. Soon, he stopped following me, and went back to his friends, with many pointed looks at me.
"Fuck him," I mumbled to myself. I was through with TJ.
I grabbed someone at random, and dragged them onto the dance floor, purposely looking like I was enjoying myself. The guy I had grabbed looked very uncomfortable, but soon I didn't care, I was so high that the world faded to completely oblivion.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked my dance partner. He mumbled something, then fell silent. "Are you afraid of my boyfriend?" I asked. I didn't even bother waiting for him to answer. "Fuck him. We are through." The guy still didn't look very comfortable.
I thought about the rave, the girls dancing naked. "Fine, let me show you," I said, grabbing the bottom of my dress and pulling it over my head and off, leaving me in heels and a thong, since I didn't wear a bra under it.
Sadly, that didn't seem to comfort him, instead he completely panicked and left me standing there.
"Fuck you too," I shouted after him. I danced where I was, ignoring all the eyes on me. A few more beers, more coke, and I was all over the place. I was having a blast.
TJ grabbed my arm, with a whispered, "What the hell are you doing? You are embarrassing yourself."
I looked in his eyes, saw his red face, and laughed. "Then fucking leave. What kind of a boyfriend are you, to let someone else take advantage of me like that?"
"Put your clothes on," he said.
"Fuck you," I answered. I found someone else, and gave them a kiss. Not a little kiss, but shoved my tongue down his throat. I pressed myself against him, and refused to let him go.
When I looked at TJ, he was storming off.
"Fuck him," I said.
The guy against me started grabbing me, getting into it finally. I shoved him away, with a disgusted "Eww, get the fuck off me dude."
My point was made. With that, I went out back, feeling the cool night breeze against my hot skin, cooling it off. I drank the rest of my beer and laid down in the grass, sobbing silently to myself as I passed out.
I woke up the next morning, only remembering bits and pieces of the night. I went inside, found my dress, and put it on. I found my purse, and called Ashley.
I told her what I could remember, feeling like I would die of embarrassment. She tried to comfort me, but the rest of spring break was totally shot.
Sadly, things got even worse at school.
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Thursday, December 31, 2015
25 Erotica Lit Tropes That Need to Die (Inspired story)
I was looking at another erotica short story blog, and stumbled across this article:
http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/a33128/erotica-tropes-that-need-to-die/
I thought it was pretty amusing, and realized that I had to agree with the author.
So, it inspired me to write a short story that includes every one of these tropes, with a twist.
Well, two twists to be exact, one with the tropes, and one that questions the tropes.
Tropes:
The trope story.
After finishing my drink, I headed to the dance floor.
I felt like a cat in heat, 23 and still a virgin. Then, he joined me. Tall, handsome, dark hair long and thick. His blue blazer offset his blue eyes, his white shirt contouring to his rippling muscles. Tight jeans showed off his sexy ass. He looked rich, the kind of rich that could buy the best clothes. And he was gorgeous, like some model from a magazine. He started dancing with me, and I could see the other women look at me jealously.
He moved like some god of the dance, his body mesmerizing, his rhythm perfect. I stopped dancing once or twice, captivated by how his torso swayed, his hips thrust, his legs worked. So fluid, so elegant, so perfect.
The DJ put on a slow song, and he scooped me into his arms, holding me close, and whispered in my ear.
"What is such a lovely woman as you doing dancing alone tonight?" His deep voice reverberated in me, causing my thighs to quiver in longing. I could feel my sex explode in climax by that voice, with its slightly English accent. I thought I would melt right there.
I giggled, and felt myself blush.
"No one to go with."
"Well madam, you have me to dance with now." His lips touched my ear, and I felt myself climax again.
We danced more, and by the end, I wanted him. I wanted him to be my first, so gorgeous.
I kissed him, and he returned the kiss, and even more. His kiss left me dizzy and light headed, my sex climaxing yet again.
"I want you," he whispered in my ear. I climaxed again, like my body was on some sort of sex frenzy.
I almost dragged him out, then he almost dragged me out, to the parking lot. He brought me to his BMW Z8 convertible, the top down, and sat me down in the front seat, legs out the door. The world around us disappeared as he pulled my panties off, and stuck his fingers deep inside me. He found places I never even knew existed, causing me to climax more than once as his fingers knowingly hit every spot I never knew existed, but found so intoxicating that I was helpless to stop him. He fingered my sex, shoved his fingers deep inside, pushed here, there, climax, climax, climax.
Soon, I was a quivering mass, puddled in his front seat.
He stopped, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his length. I gasped, and looked at it in shock. It was as big as a firetruck. There was no way I could get that in any part of me.
He took my head and gently guided me down on him. His length met my tongue, and he tasted wonderful. Like chocolate and honey and all manner of sweet things. I devoured his length, taking it deep inside my mouth. I could feel it enter the back of my throat, but I wanted it all. I could feel it go down my throat, like I was swallowing him.
"Very. good. madam. No. other. woman. has. been. able. to. take. all. of. me." He patted me on the head, and I beamed, enjoying the fact that I could do what all the other women he must have been with in the past was unable to do. "Suck. me. like. my. mother." he said, pushing my head against him. I could feel his length halfway to my stomach. "Yes. like. that. you. dirty. bitch." His hot words turned me on even more.
He pulled most of his length out as he came in my mouth. It tasted salty, a delicious salty snack. I sucked it all out, then wanted more.
"No madam. It is time to pleasure you more."
He pulled me out of the car, and sat down. Then, he pulled me on top of him, so we were facing the front window. No one else in the world seemed to exist, event though, by this time, everyone must be coming out of the club to go home.
He sat me down on his length, immediately sliding in. I gasped in surprise. "I fit it all in!" I said in triumph.
"Yes," he replied, like cooing to an infant. "And you weren't even wet. Your sex must be very good."
I blushed at this. "I am a virgin," I said in a quiet voice.
"Ah, madam, all the better."
I felt his length stab inside of me. I felt something tear, and it felt wonderful. I looked down and gasped as I say the blood pooling around the base of his length.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
"Shh, none of that madam. It shows you saved yourself, just for me."
He worked his length inside of me. "Come for me madam." I found myself climaxing like I had never done before.
"I come undone!" I shouted into the air in the convertible with the top down. I felt him climax at the same time, shooting his load deep inside of my belly.
With that, I got up, pulling my panties back on and watching him hide his length again inside his perfect slacks. We saw the other people going to their cars, and I breathed a sigh of relief that no one had seen us. Not even the guy, sitting in the car right next to us, smoking a cigarette.
"So, madam, hop in," he said, pointing towards the passengers seat. At hearing this, the guy in the car next to us looked at us startled. "Where the fuck did you two come from?"
"Oh, just dancing," the mysterious stranger I was with said.
I hopped in on this Thursday night, and we went to his house.
Desire pooled in my belly, thinking of going home with this handsome stranger.
We arrived at his mansion, and someone took his car away for him. It was huge. We went in, and someone took our coats and shoes. I could see people everywhere, scrubbing floors and walls, keeping everything spotless and shiny.
Everywhere was pictures of him. He explained a few here and there.
"This is me, healing to feed the hungry in the slums. This is me, volunteering to give medical supplied to starving kids in Africa. This is me, saving abandoned animals from being destroyed. This is me, saving an orphan from certain death in the big earthquake in China. Would you like to see my awards? I have the nobel peace prize, a couple academys, an olympic medal for equestrian jumping, and many, many more."
He was a humanitarian, a dignitary, a competitor, all rolled into one. He was smart, and voted the most handsome man two years running. I was so dizzy, I could not figure out what he would see in a girl like me. I was so...boring. Working in a library, sorting books, chasing people for their overdue books, trying to find new books. And here he was, helping to save the starving, save puppies, save orphans. Feeding and clothing the poor in third world countries while winning olympic medals. It was too much for me, and I swooned.
He scooped me up with ease, and I felt my heart flutter as he gallantly carried me to his room.
In his room, it was completely different. Pictures of him naked, having sex with men, with women. All colors. All nationalities. He described some of the women. Whores. Wives. Husbands. Even a picture of him with Darren James.
The anti-trope story
After finishing my drink, my fourth one tonight, I headed to the dance floor.
I felt like a cat in heat, 23 and divorced. I was pissed. My ex had cheated on me, sticking his dick in anything that moved, and hid it for 3 years. We had only been married for 3 and a half. I found out by the first signs of genital herpes. The instant my doctor had told me what those sores were, I knew what had happened. All those late nights, those days he didn't come home. I had always wondered in the back of my mind, but never let myself believe it. Not much choice after that doctor's news.
Then, he joined me. He was tall, and handsome, with long, thick, dark hair offset with blue eyes. His blazer hung on him oddly, like a rich playboy who didn't take very good care of himself. His abs were nice, but his shirt, unbuttoned half down, looked like it needed to be washed...yesterday...
Still, I was drunk enough, horny enough, and frankly didn't care enough, that I let him try his moves on me.
Move he did, too. He had a nice ass, I had to credit him with that. His dance though was more like a stagger, he seemed to have had more drinks than me. So, I tried dancing to make up for it, and laughed away his clumsiness. And clumsy was right. He stepped on me. Twice!
I rubbed against him, trying my moves. They weren't the best either, especially not after 4 drinks.
Finally, the DJ mercifully put on a slow song, and he scooped me into his arms, holding me close, and whispered in my ear.
"What is such a lovely woman as you doing dancing alone tonight?" I almost laughed, the line was so corny, but instead smiled politely.
"No one to go with. And on a Thursday night, none of my friends wanted to come out. I just had to blow off some steam."
"Well madam, you have me to dance with now." This time I did laugh, and caught myself quickly. He took it in good humor, I guess not realizing I was laughing at the corniness of his line.
A couple more drinks, more dancing, and by the end, I figured what the fuck. I was horny, he wasn't bad looking, so why not go with him.
He kissed me, bourbon heavy on his breath, and something somewhat pungent. The next time he tried, I turned my head, trying to act coy, but honestly not wanting to take that again.
"I want you," he whispered in my ear. I almost sighed, but stopped myself. I had already decided to fuck him, he didn't need to keep these lines up. I was beginning to wonder if I should find some other guy, or just go home and use my vibrator and dildo.
He grabbed my arm, almost dragging me out, to the parking lot. He brought me to his BMW Z8 convertible, the top down, and sat me down in the front seat, legs out the door. I had to admit, this was a nice car. He knelt down and tried to pull my panties off.
I slapped his hand away.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him. He looked at me, confused.
"I want you," he said.
"But we are in the middle of a parking lot!" I told him, stating what should be pretty obvious.
He looked at me again, confused. "So? I want you now." I liked his accept, but the slur in his voice took off the most sexy part of it.
"There is a guy smoking a cigarette right there next to us!" I told him. The guy smoking the cigarette chuckled as he tried to not look at us.
He did not seem to want to give up, so I finally got him to put the top down and roll up the windows. Fortunately, the side windows were tinted.
He got in the drivers seat while I sat in the passenger seat, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. I looked at it and bit my tongue. He was on the smaller side of average, and I began to wonder if I was making a mistake. The alcohol and the empty need inside me for some human contact overcame my inhibitions, and I went ahead and took him in my mouth.
His dick met my tongue, and he tasted like sweat and urine. I almost gagged. I sucked his dick, licking the head, until he finally came in my mouth. At that very moment, the security guard walked by, peering in the car.
He tapped on the window, and the stranger rolled it down. "Please step out of the car," he said. Meanwhile, I had this man's cum sitting in my mouth, ready to throw up. I opened the door on my side and spit it out, wanting the foul taste out.
"There must be some mistake. We are not doing anything."
The security guard looked at his dick, limp in his lap, cum still dripping from the tip.
"You can tel that to the police once they get here. Now step out."
With that, my hookup turned the keys and hit the gas. Scraping along another car, he drove out of the parking lot, running the gate and ripping the arms off.
I was ready to shit myself, wondering who I just got in a car with.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed at him.
"Shh, it will be okay," he slurred. I might have been somewhat drunk, but even I could see that this was anything but okay. Somehow, we made it back to his mansion without getting caught, and without running into anything else.
We arrived at his mansion, and someone took his car away for him. It was huge. We went in, and someone took our coats and shoes. I could see people everywhere, scrubbing floors and walls, keeping everything spotless and shiny.
"What the hell," I mumbled, wondering why anyone would need all these people. My god, is this guy some OCD case or something?
Everywhere was pictures of him. He explained a few here and there. I quickly grew bored and tuned him out as he droned on.
He tried to scoop me up, trying to carry me like some new bride through his bedroom door, and stumbled immediately.
"I will walk, thanks."
In his room, it was completely different. Pictures of him naked, having sex with men, with women. I didn't catch much before I said fuck it and walked out of the room.
He caught up with me as I continued walking, trying to get back to the front door.
"Sorry, madam," he slurred. "Lets try a different room."
I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Please, I will make it worth your while."
Well, I was horny, and with the money he had, I nodded agreement.
http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/a33128/erotica-tropes-that-need-to-die/
I thought it was pretty amusing, and realized that I had to agree with the author.
So, it inspired me to write a short story that includes every one of these tropes, with a twist.
Well, two twists to be exact, one with the tropes, and one that questions the tropes.
Tropes:
| The trope | The text from the article about the trope | My thoughts on it |
|---|---|---|
| Women climax on demand. | "Come for me [insert two-syllable name of erotica protagonist here]!" he commands, thus unleashing her. | Yeah, right. Women have to work for our climax, especially with most men...if we could do it on demand, I would just ask my husband to demand I climax, like, all the time. "Ask me to climax." "Come for me baby." "Yes!" "Again". "Come for me baby." "Yes!" "Again!" This could go on forever. |
| "I come undone." | A thing no woman has ever said, either aloud or in her own brain. | I do not even know wtf this means. Am I a sweater, do I come unraveled? Is the guy God, does he unmake me? Antimatter maybe? I cease to be? I don't even know... |
| Women come from penetrative sex. | This usually happens either after never having a single orgasm in her entire twentysomething years of life or never having an orgasm from penetration. | Actually, we are less likely to come from this. But, I admit, I tend to use this trope. It's a nice thought... |
| Women never have bad pain or hesitation when he wants to put something up their butts. | Be it his penis, a butt plug (Hi, Mr. Grey will you see me now?), a finger. She surrenders all orifices without hesitation no matter what object he wants to put inside her when in the presence of her "sex god." | Yeah, I normally avoid letting guys put strange things up my butt. Honestly, I rarely let anything be put there, regardless of what it is, unless I am in the mood for it, then I decide what is going there. Normally my vibrator, by myself. |
| "My sex." | It's called a clit. | I don't remember ever using it. I actually prefer to use the word "pussy". I am not writing PG-13 stories here... |
| "His length." | It's called a dick. | Same with "My sex", although I admit, I normally use penis. I don't really like using cock, dick, etc. Not sure why. But, I have been trying to break that mind trap. |
| Men are infinitely more sexually experienced than their partners. | And he always somehow always knows more about her vagina than her even though vaginas/women's pleasure profiles are like snowflakes, no two alike. | I have had lovers who were more experienced, and liked to learn about my body, but most don't even bother trying. It would be interesting of men magically knew more about my spots than me. |
| Quivering thighs caused by sexual arousal. | Have your thighs ever actually quivered outside of a really hard inner thigh set in barre burn? | Why does this make me think of rap videos? I have this image in my head of a woman twerking the instant she is aroused, causing her thighs to shake and quiver. Maybe Miley Cyrus quivers when aroused? |
| Climaxing from almost nothing, like, he blows on her nipple. | Or the sound of his voice alone. "He whispered softly and she came, fully, wildly, for hours." (No.) | Yeah, not quite this easy. |
| No one sees anything when sex is had in a car. | Even if the car is in a full garage or an open air and crowded parking lot. In erotica, two people can be boning in the driver's seat as thousands of people leave a Taylor Swift concert and no one will notice them and they will notice no one. | lol, maybe I have never written something like this because I like to highlight that others see the lovers. But yeah, doesn't make sense to me. |
| Desire "pools in [a woman's] belly." | Every time a woman gets horny, be it mildly turned on or unbearably aroused, she describes the symptoms of a stomachache. Does she really want to be fucked or is what she really needs a Mylanta chewable? | Hmm, again, wtf does this even mean? The most I can think of is, like, when a guy comes on your stomach, and it pools in the belly button. Since I don't randomly hold my breath so my stomach is concave, allowing it to pool like that. |
| UTIs don't exist. | Even if he goes from butt sex to vaginal sex, no condom change or "length" washing in between. This is possibly erotica's worst lie. | Yeah, big no-no. Good way for a girl to end up with a major infection. And eww, I don't want poop in there! |
| The "sex god" likes to wash her hair when they take showers together. | This always happens during the first shower. Ladies, raise your hand if your partner has ever offered to wash your hair? [No hands raised.] As soon as he's got some shampoo on her scalp, he's hard and banging her against the tiles which don't have any mildew because he's rich and has a housekeeper. | I have actually had a guy try to wash my hair. It didn't work well. |
| Shower sex is the HOTTEST THING EVER I COME UNDONE OMIGOD. | Shower sex IRL is never as good as regs dry sex. | Basically, true. Water does not make good lubrication, and tends to wash off whatever lubrication you have. Basically, this can go from fun to painful in a very short time. |
| The couple does it like seven or eight times a day and still has time to go out to eat and work at jobs. | He is always sporting an erection and dealing with it is like a full-time job. | lol, this is probably why I tend to write shorts, focusing on a very short time period, or focusing on different time periods. |
| Women have magical orifices that are not only resistent to infections but also require no lube ever. | She's always "so wet, so ready for [him]." | It hurts when a guy tries to enter you dry. Even when a woman is turned on, she is not magically wet. That is a physical reaction to arousal. Most of the arousal process during the early stages is psychological. Then again, I guess I am guilty of using this myself some. |
| The relationship is always love/hate. | And part of the reason she hates him is usually just because she made up some stuff in her head about him having a girlfriend, and rather than ask someone who would know, tortures herself over it for half the book. | Meh, not even sure how most of that works. I write like I would do in real life, at least if I was willing to do things like that. If I was interested in a guy, I wouldn't bother wondering if he was single, I would ask him in the beginning. If it is just for a hookup, meh, why care? |
| She always loves giving blow jobs. | And swallowing. She acts like his penis is a damn cupcake or something. | Actually, I hate giving blow jobs. I have swallowed, and I have given plenty, but yeah. And why is this not reciprocated? The girl gives the guy some long, intense, drawn out blowjob, and the guy licks her a couple times, if even that. I mean, what am I, a stamp? Lick once then stick? |
| All guys are really super excellent at finger-banging. | Finger-banging is like the vegan, gluten-free pizza of sex acts. It's never your first choice from the menu. | Some guys can be, but most just outright suck. Too short, or too long. Too hard, or they think it is like the penis above, stick it in and she will immediately orgasm. |
| Finger-banging in public — like, you're at dinner with his boss — is common. | Unless he is Gumby, his arms are not so long and bendy that no one notices him reaching down and twisting his elbow at an insane angle in order to finger-bang. | I have been finger banged in public. Trust me, others alternate between staring and trying to look anywhere else. I find it funny as hell. But yeah, not sure how this would actually work without others being able to tell. Well, unless the others are blind, or don't even know what sex is. |
| The man always has impeccable and sexy fashion sense. | - | If only. Even men who do have good fashion sense wear stuff that is not fashion sensable. Is that even a word, sensable? Well, it is now... |
| And can dance really well at da club. | - | lol, I can't dance, and have honestly never been with a guy who can. Not club style. I have been with a few who can dance more traditional styles, like ballroom. But I don't think that will work. |
| His penis is always the size of a firetruck. | - | Now see, this is exactly why I almost never mention penis size. Because it doesn't match any reality. Lets face it, even when you sleep with random guys like I used to, your more likely to end up with an average size, because...well, it is average for a reason. I have been with guys who were big, and guys who were small, but, most were average. I always laugh when a guy messages me about how big he is down there. I honestly don't care. I want to know what you will do with it, not how big it is. |
| The characters get aroused and speak with periods. Between. All. Their. Words. | During. Dirty. Talk. She never laughs at or second guesses his dirty talk, or thinks it's anything but completely hot even though he's usually shit at it. | I approach this slightly different, but I guess I do something somewhat similar. Short actions in single sentence spaces. Hey, read my stories if you want to see how I approach it, then tell me if it is better or worse. |
| Everyone orgasms every time they have sex. | The man, the woman, the woman again. If. Only. | Yeah yeah, I am guilty of this. Not in all stories, but I like to try to make sure I climax in the story. And normally, since I get off on the risky sex, I like him to climax, in a specific place. Again, read my stories, then tell me how guilty I am of this xD |
The trope story.
After finishing my drink, I headed to the dance floor.
I felt like a cat in heat, 23 and still a virgin. Then, he joined me. Tall, handsome, dark hair long and thick. His blue blazer offset his blue eyes, his white shirt contouring to his rippling muscles. Tight jeans showed off his sexy ass. He looked rich, the kind of rich that could buy the best clothes. And he was gorgeous, like some model from a magazine. He started dancing with me, and I could see the other women look at me jealously.
He moved like some god of the dance, his body mesmerizing, his rhythm perfect. I stopped dancing once or twice, captivated by how his torso swayed, his hips thrust, his legs worked. So fluid, so elegant, so perfect.
The DJ put on a slow song, and he scooped me into his arms, holding me close, and whispered in my ear.
"What is such a lovely woman as you doing dancing alone tonight?" His deep voice reverberated in me, causing my thighs to quiver in longing. I could feel my sex explode in climax by that voice, with its slightly English accent. I thought I would melt right there.
I giggled, and felt myself blush.
"No one to go with."
"Well madam, you have me to dance with now." His lips touched my ear, and I felt myself climax again.
We danced more, and by the end, I wanted him. I wanted him to be my first, so gorgeous.
I kissed him, and he returned the kiss, and even more. His kiss left me dizzy and light headed, my sex climaxing yet again.
"I want you," he whispered in my ear. I climaxed again, like my body was on some sort of sex frenzy.
I almost dragged him out, then he almost dragged me out, to the parking lot. He brought me to his BMW Z8 convertible, the top down, and sat me down in the front seat, legs out the door. The world around us disappeared as he pulled my panties off, and stuck his fingers deep inside me. He found places I never even knew existed, causing me to climax more than once as his fingers knowingly hit every spot I never knew existed, but found so intoxicating that I was helpless to stop him. He fingered my sex, shoved his fingers deep inside, pushed here, there, climax, climax, climax.
Soon, I was a quivering mass, puddled in his front seat.
He stopped, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his length. I gasped, and looked at it in shock. It was as big as a firetruck. There was no way I could get that in any part of me.
He took my head and gently guided me down on him. His length met my tongue, and he tasted wonderful. Like chocolate and honey and all manner of sweet things. I devoured his length, taking it deep inside my mouth. I could feel it enter the back of my throat, but I wanted it all. I could feel it go down my throat, like I was swallowing him.
"Very. good. madam. No. other. woman. has. been. able. to. take. all. of. me." He patted me on the head, and I beamed, enjoying the fact that I could do what all the other women he must have been with in the past was unable to do. "Suck. me. like. my. mother." he said, pushing my head against him. I could feel his length halfway to my stomach. "Yes. like. that. you. dirty. bitch." His hot words turned me on even more.
He pulled most of his length out as he came in my mouth. It tasted salty, a delicious salty snack. I sucked it all out, then wanted more.
"No madam. It is time to pleasure you more."
He pulled me out of the car, and sat down. Then, he pulled me on top of him, so we were facing the front window. No one else in the world seemed to exist, event though, by this time, everyone must be coming out of the club to go home.
He sat me down on his length, immediately sliding in. I gasped in surprise. "I fit it all in!" I said in triumph.
"Yes," he replied, like cooing to an infant. "And you weren't even wet. Your sex must be very good."
I blushed at this. "I am a virgin," I said in a quiet voice.
"Ah, madam, all the better."
I felt his length stab inside of me. I felt something tear, and it felt wonderful. I looked down and gasped as I say the blood pooling around the base of his length.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
"Shh, none of that madam. It shows you saved yourself, just for me."
He worked his length inside of me. "Come for me madam." I found myself climaxing like I had never done before.
"I come undone!" I shouted into the air in the convertible with the top down. I felt him climax at the same time, shooting his load deep inside of my belly.
With that, I got up, pulling my panties back on and watching him hide his length again inside his perfect slacks. We saw the other people going to their cars, and I breathed a sigh of relief that no one had seen us. Not even the guy, sitting in the car right next to us, smoking a cigarette.
"So, madam, hop in," he said, pointing towards the passengers seat. At hearing this, the guy in the car next to us looked at us startled. "Where the fuck did you two come from?"
"Oh, just dancing," the mysterious stranger I was with said.
I hopped in on this Thursday night, and we went to his house.
Desire pooled in my belly, thinking of going home with this handsome stranger.
We arrived at his mansion, and someone took his car away for him. It was huge. We went in, and someone took our coats and shoes. I could see people everywhere, scrubbing floors and walls, keeping everything spotless and shiny.
Everywhere was pictures of him. He explained a few here and there.
"This is me, healing to feed the hungry in the slums. This is me, volunteering to give medical supplied to starving kids in Africa. This is me, saving abandoned animals from being destroyed. This is me, saving an orphan from certain death in the big earthquake in China. Would you like to see my awards? I have the nobel peace prize, a couple academys, an olympic medal for equestrian jumping, and many, many more."
He was a humanitarian, a dignitary, a competitor, all rolled into one. He was smart, and voted the most handsome man two years running. I was so dizzy, I could not figure out what he would see in a girl like me. I was so...boring. Working in a library, sorting books, chasing people for their overdue books, trying to find new books. And here he was, helping to save the starving, save puppies, save orphans. Feeding and clothing the poor in third world countries while winning olympic medals. It was too much for me, and I swooned.
He scooped me up with ease, and I felt my heart flutter as he gallantly carried me to his room.
In his room, it was completely different. Pictures of him naked, having sex with men, with women. All colors. All nationalities. He described some of the women. Whores. Wives. Husbands. Even a picture of him with Darren James.
I looked at him and he shrugged. "Love is love madam. And I love you."
My knees went weak and I said in a breathless voice, "I love you too."
He called in his chamber maid to undress us, then she left, leaving me alone, naked, with this wonderful naked man on top of me. He spread my legs and plunged his length inside my sex again, instantly causing me to climax.
"Madam, let us try something different." He flipped me over, and propped my ass high in the air.
He reached over, grabbing a candle from the nightstand at the edge of his bed. He pushed it against my ass, and I wiggled, wondering what it would feel like. In one smooth motion, he pushed it deep inside, forcing a gasp from my lips. It felt wonderful, filling me up.
He grabbed something else, what looked like the Virgin Mary, and pushed it deep inside my sex. As he alternated working each in and out, his hand went to my sex, pushing my little button, working it.
I felt filled up.
He came around to kneel in front of my face, and I saw his length, bobbing there, in front of my eyes. It tasted so wonderful, I took it in my mouth without a moments hesitation, as he worked the candle stick inside my ass. "Come for me again madam." At his deep voice, at the filling sensations of the statue and the candle, my body instantly obeyed, climaxing again, my sex squeezing the statue hard.
He pulled the candle out and brought out a strange glass object. It had a small end that rounded out to a ball, then sloped back in to a narrow spot, then rounding out to a ball again. It looked like giant glass teardrops put together. He pushed that against my back entrance and pushed it inside, until my ass engulfed the first ball, then the second, then the third. I didn't know how he fit all four of the round balls inside me, but he did.
With my ass full, he swung his hand under me, down my belly, between my legs, as I continued to suck his hard length. He grasped the end of the Virgin Mary statue and started moving it in and out of me in time with my sucking. He was very flexible, being able to reach under me like that while staying right in front of my face.
I started sucking faster, getting him to speed up. I sucked harder, so he would push it in deeper. I felt myself climax as he climaxed down my throat. I hungrily devoured every drop of his thick, salty cream.
Once we both stopped climaxing, he pulled his length out of my hot mouth. "It is time for us to get cleaned up."
He took out the statue, but left the other thing inside my ass. I thought it would be uncomfortable walking around with that inside, but it felt surprisingly natural, and felt wonderful with each step.
We hopped in the shower, and he ran the water over my hair. Squeezing shampoo over my head, he rubbed it in, working through the strands of hair. His fingers massaged my scalp as he continued, so soothing, helping to relax me. He rubbed and lathered and ran his fingers through.
Bringing the shower nozzle around, he sprayed off my head, suds falling around me, draped on me like some exotic outfit. He turned me around and pushed me against the shower wall. I spread my legs and he brought the shower head against my sex. The water massaged my sensitive area, and sprayed deep inside me, filling me with something other than his cream.
He moved it away, and pushed his own length inside the space the water was filling. It felt even better, the space full, then empty, then filled up again with him. His length worked in and out of me hard and fast, until my sex clamped around his length, squeezing out his hot cream. We climaxed together, once, twice, three times, and screamed out in unison, "I. love. you!"
Panting from our exertion, we washed each other, bubbles on noses, on nipples, on pecs. "Bubble fight," I declared, and we had a bubble war.
Soon we were lathering each other, and stroking, and pawing, and getting clean all the while. We finally flopped into bed, and saw the sun rising outside.
"Wow, that late?" I asked, and he laughed. We made love twice more before falling asleep, wrapped around each others bodies, my sex sheathing his length.
I woke up to him pulling his length out of me, where it had been the entire time we slept, sometime near afternoon.
"I am going to arrange a meeting." he said before heading outside. The maid came in, cleaned up around the room and cleaned the bathroom.
As he was gone, guilt and doubt racked me.
Someone this wonderful. He must have a girlfriend, or a wife. I glanced at the pictures of him having sex with men. A boyfriend or husband.
I cursed myself for a fool, falling in love with this guy who probably already had someone.
I started to get dressed, then stopped, started, stopped. Indecision riddled me. I felt crushed.
He came back, and saw I was upset. "What is wrong madam?" I couldn't speak, so just sat there in silence, wishing he would stop toying with me like this. "You know I love you." I softened a bit.
Then I started crying.
He held me tight, and cooed sweet words in my ear while I settled down.
"Sorry, I just thought...you must have someone else."
He looked at me with a shocked expression. "No madam, there is no one else." I didn't completely believe him, but felt a little more at ease. I still felt the guilt in me, wondering if it was true, or if I was the other woman.
We continued to make love all day. Somehow, I even made it to work and got everything done there, until finally it came time for the meeting he had arranged earlier. The day flew by, and I couldn't even figure out how I managed to get my work done while sneaking out to see him in his car, making love with the top down while the library patrons came and went. It was a wonder no one caught on.
"Madam, I need to meet with the shareholders of my company. I would like you to join me."
I was taken aback. "But, I am not used to things like that. What if I embarrass you?"
"You couldn't do that," he said in the utmost confidence. "Besides, it will be good for them to meet my true love."
My heart fluttered at that, and I agreed to attend with him.
He had people come by with dress after dress after dress. I felt like a princess getting ready for a ball. Soon, we settled on a little black dress, the cloth so soft and silky it molded to my body.
We went to the dinner, and I met the stuffily dressed men and women of his board. The vice chairman sat on his right side while I sat on the left side. I had no idea of what they were talking about, and grew bored while trying to feign interest.
He noted my bored look at soon took care of that too.
Reaching under the table, he angled his arm, bringing his fingers between my legs. He rubbed the fabric of my panties, somehow finding the exact right spot, while all the board members talked on obliviously. He continued discussing things, completely non-nonchalant, while his fingers worked my sex.
I heard small moans escape me once in a while, barely audible. The woman next to me, in her mid forties, pearls draped around her neck, purple dress making her appear to be some sort of human eggplant, looked at me. "Are you okay, dear?"
I clicked my teeth together and nodded as his fingers worked their way inside me, causing me to climax right next to this woman, her seat so close she barely had to move her arm to touch me.
"Yes, just not used to all this," I told her, nodding towards the food and expensive wine.
She leaned in close, and I worried that she might see his fingers wiggling around inside my dress, inside me. "Well, now that you are with Mr. Black, you better get used to it." She didn't even notice that he was doing more to me than feeding me.
I decided to return the favor, pressing my hand against his length, still sheathed by his suit slacks. I slowly undid the zipper, and slid him out, careful to not arrange suspicion. Once free, I took the huge length of him in my hands and squeezed it, before rubbing up and down.
He reciprocated by pulling my panties down, sliding them off, so they fell around my heels. Fortunately the table ruffle covered them, because I would have died of embarrassment if anyone saw my panties around my shoes, or saw what he was doing under my dress.
I felt his length spurt in my hand, and pulled my hand out from under the table. I carefully waited until no one was looking and licked it off my fingers. It was intoxicating, doing this in a room filled with twenty other people, and none knowing what was happening under the table.
He knocked a fork off the table.
"Oops, sorry," he said, then leaned down to pick it up. He caught my heel and lifted first one, taking my panties off that one, then the other. Before coming back up with the fork, I saw him push my panties up his sleeve and give me a wink.
Once he was back up, I went to play with his length again, when he pushed my hand to the side and pushed it back in, doing up his zipper. He then stood up.
"A toast, to us, may our company be around long after us." Everyone raised a toast.
Then, he reached inside his pocket, and brought out a box. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of me. "Madam, will you marry me?" he announced in front of the room. "I know we have not been together long, but I feel it would be a mistake to wait."
I felt shocked. I was speechless, looking into his beautiful eyes.
Finally, I responded, "Yes." with what little breath I could catch. We celebrated our honeymoon just a few hours after, and spent a long time in invisible cars doing naughty things that no one else could see, or things under tables while no one else ever caught on.
"Madam, let us try something different." He flipped me over, and propped my ass high in the air.
He reached over, grabbing a candle from the nightstand at the edge of his bed. He pushed it against my ass, and I wiggled, wondering what it would feel like. In one smooth motion, he pushed it deep inside, forcing a gasp from my lips. It felt wonderful, filling me up.
He grabbed something else, what looked like the Virgin Mary, and pushed it deep inside my sex. As he alternated working each in and out, his hand went to my sex, pushing my little button, working it.
I felt filled up.
He came around to kneel in front of my face, and I saw his length, bobbing there, in front of my eyes. It tasted so wonderful, I took it in my mouth without a moments hesitation, as he worked the candle stick inside my ass. "Come for me again madam." At his deep voice, at the filling sensations of the statue and the candle, my body instantly obeyed, climaxing again, my sex squeezing the statue hard.
He pulled the candle out and brought out a strange glass object. It had a small end that rounded out to a ball, then sloped back in to a narrow spot, then rounding out to a ball again. It looked like giant glass teardrops put together. He pushed that against my back entrance and pushed it inside, until my ass engulfed the first ball, then the second, then the third. I didn't know how he fit all four of the round balls inside me, but he did.
With my ass full, he swung his hand under me, down my belly, between my legs, as I continued to suck his hard length. He grasped the end of the Virgin Mary statue and started moving it in and out of me in time with my sucking. He was very flexible, being able to reach under me like that while staying right in front of my face.
I started sucking faster, getting him to speed up. I sucked harder, so he would push it in deeper. I felt myself climax as he climaxed down my throat. I hungrily devoured every drop of his thick, salty cream.
Once we both stopped climaxing, he pulled his length out of my hot mouth. "It is time for us to get cleaned up."
He took out the statue, but left the other thing inside my ass. I thought it would be uncomfortable walking around with that inside, but it felt surprisingly natural, and felt wonderful with each step.
We hopped in the shower, and he ran the water over my hair. Squeezing shampoo over my head, he rubbed it in, working through the strands of hair. His fingers massaged my scalp as he continued, so soothing, helping to relax me. He rubbed and lathered and ran his fingers through.
Bringing the shower nozzle around, he sprayed off my head, suds falling around me, draped on me like some exotic outfit. He turned me around and pushed me against the shower wall. I spread my legs and he brought the shower head against my sex. The water massaged my sensitive area, and sprayed deep inside me, filling me with something other than his cream.
He moved it away, and pushed his own length inside the space the water was filling. It felt even better, the space full, then empty, then filled up again with him. His length worked in and out of me hard and fast, until my sex clamped around his length, squeezing out his hot cream. We climaxed together, once, twice, three times, and screamed out in unison, "I. love. you!"
Panting from our exertion, we washed each other, bubbles on noses, on nipples, on pecs. "Bubble fight," I declared, and we had a bubble war.
Soon we were lathering each other, and stroking, and pawing, and getting clean all the while. We finally flopped into bed, and saw the sun rising outside.
"Wow, that late?" I asked, and he laughed. We made love twice more before falling asleep, wrapped around each others bodies, my sex sheathing his length.
I woke up to him pulling his length out of me, where it had been the entire time we slept, sometime near afternoon.
"I am going to arrange a meeting." he said before heading outside. The maid came in, cleaned up around the room and cleaned the bathroom.
As he was gone, guilt and doubt racked me.
Someone this wonderful. He must have a girlfriend, or a wife. I glanced at the pictures of him having sex with men. A boyfriend or husband.
I cursed myself for a fool, falling in love with this guy who probably already had someone.
I started to get dressed, then stopped, started, stopped. Indecision riddled me. I felt crushed.
He came back, and saw I was upset. "What is wrong madam?" I couldn't speak, so just sat there in silence, wishing he would stop toying with me like this. "You know I love you." I softened a bit.
Then I started crying.
He held me tight, and cooed sweet words in my ear while I settled down.
"Sorry, I just thought...you must have someone else."
He looked at me with a shocked expression. "No madam, there is no one else." I didn't completely believe him, but felt a little more at ease. I still felt the guilt in me, wondering if it was true, or if I was the other woman.
We continued to make love all day. Somehow, I even made it to work and got everything done there, until finally it came time for the meeting he had arranged earlier. The day flew by, and I couldn't even figure out how I managed to get my work done while sneaking out to see him in his car, making love with the top down while the library patrons came and went. It was a wonder no one caught on.
"Madam, I need to meet with the shareholders of my company. I would like you to join me."
I was taken aback. "But, I am not used to things like that. What if I embarrass you?"
"You couldn't do that," he said in the utmost confidence. "Besides, it will be good for them to meet my true love."
My heart fluttered at that, and I agreed to attend with him.
He had people come by with dress after dress after dress. I felt like a princess getting ready for a ball. Soon, we settled on a little black dress, the cloth so soft and silky it molded to my body.
We went to the dinner, and I met the stuffily dressed men and women of his board. The vice chairman sat on his right side while I sat on the left side. I had no idea of what they were talking about, and grew bored while trying to feign interest.
He noted my bored look at soon took care of that too.
Reaching under the table, he angled his arm, bringing his fingers between my legs. He rubbed the fabric of my panties, somehow finding the exact right spot, while all the board members talked on obliviously. He continued discussing things, completely non-nonchalant, while his fingers worked my sex.
I heard small moans escape me once in a while, barely audible. The woman next to me, in her mid forties, pearls draped around her neck, purple dress making her appear to be some sort of human eggplant, looked at me. "Are you okay, dear?"
I clicked my teeth together and nodded as his fingers worked their way inside me, causing me to climax right next to this woman, her seat so close she barely had to move her arm to touch me.
"Yes, just not used to all this," I told her, nodding towards the food and expensive wine.
She leaned in close, and I worried that she might see his fingers wiggling around inside my dress, inside me. "Well, now that you are with Mr. Black, you better get used to it." She didn't even notice that he was doing more to me than feeding me.
I decided to return the favor, pressing my hand against his length, still sheathed by his suit slacks. I slowly undid the zipper, and slid him out, careful to not arrange suspicion. Once free, I took the huge length of him in my hands and squeezed it, before rubbing up and down.
He reciprocated by pulling my panties down, sliding them off, so they fell around my heels. Fortunately the table ruffle covered them, because I would have died of embarrassment if anyone saw my panties around my shoes, or saw what he was doing under my dress.
I felt his length spurt in my hand, and pulled my hand out from under the table. I carefully waited until no one was looking and licked it off my fingers. It was intoxicating, doing this in a room filled with twenty other people, and none knowing what was happening under the table.
He knocked a fork off the table.
"Oops, sorry," he said, then leaned down to pick it up. He caught my heel and lifted first one, taking my panties off that one, then the other. Before coming back up with the fork, I saw him push my panties up his sleeve and give me a wink.
Once he was back up, I went to play with his length again, when he pushed my hand to the side and pushed it back in, doing up his zipper. He then stood up.
"A toast, to us, may our company be around long after us." Everyone raised a toast.
Then, he reached inside his pocket, and brought out a box. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of me. "Madam, will you marry me?" he announced in front of the room. "I know we have not been together long, but I feel it would be a mistake to wait."
I felt shocked. I was speechless, looking into his beautiful eyes.
Finally, I responded, "Yes." with what little breath I could catch. We celebrated our honeymoon just a few hours after, and spent a long time in invisible cars doing naughty things that no one else could see, or things under tables while no one else ever caught on.
The anti-trope story
After finishing my drink, my fourth one tonight, I headed to the dance floor.
I felt like a cat in heat, 23 and divorced. I was pissed. My ex had cheated on me, sticking his dick in anything that moved, and hid it for 3 years. We had only been married for 3 and a half. I found out by the first signs of genital herpes. The instant my doctor had told me what those sores were, I knew what had happened. All those late nights, those days he didn't come home. I had always wondered in the back of my mind, but never let myself believe it. Not much choice after that doctor's news.
Then, he joined me. He was tall, and handsome, with long, thick, dark hair offset with blue eyes. His blazer hung on him oddly, like a rich playboy who didn't take very good care of himself. His abs were nice, but his shirt, unbuttoned half down, looked like it needed to be washed...yesterday...
Still, I was drunk enough, horny enough, and frankly didn't care enough, that I let him try his moves on me.
Move he did, too. He had a nice ass, I had to credit him with that. His dance though was more like a stagger, he seemed to have had more drinks than me. So, I tried dancing to make up for it, and laughed away his clumsiness. And clumsy was right. He stepped on me. Twice!
I rubbed against him, trying my moves. They weren't the best either, especially not after 4 drinks.
Finally, the DJ mercifully put on a slow song, and he scooped me into his arms, holding me close, and whispered in my ear.
"What is such a lovely woman as you doing dancing alone tonight?" I almost laughed, the line was so corny, but instead smiled politely.
"No one to go with. And on a Thursday night, none of my friends wanted to come out. I just had to blow off some steam."
"Well madam, you have me to dance with now." This time I did laugh, and caught myself quickly. He took it in good humor, I guess not realizing I was laughing at the corniness of his line.
A couple more drinks, more dancing, and by the end, I figured what the fuck. I was horny, he wasn't bad looking, so why not go with him.
He kissed me, bourbon heavy on his breath, and something somewhat pungent. The next time he tried, I turned my head, trying to act coy, but honestly not wanting to take that again.
"I want you," he whispered in my ear. I almost sighed, but stopped myself. I had already decided to fuck him, he didn't need to keep these lines up. I was beginning to wonder if I should find some other guy, or just go home and use my vibrator and dildo.
He grabbed my arm, almost dragging me out, to the parking lot. He brought me to his BMW Z8 convertible, the top down, and sat me down in the front seat, legs out the door. I had to admit, this was a nice car. He knelt down and tried to pull my panties off.
I slapped his hand away.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him. He looked at me, confused.
"I want you," he said.
"But we are in the middle of a parking lot!" I told him, stating what should be pretty obvious.
He looked at me again, confused. "So? I want you now." I liked his accept, but the slur in his voice took off the most sexy part of it.
"There is a guy smoking a cigarette right there next to us!" I told him. The guy smoking the cigarette chuckled as he tried to not look at us.
He did not seem to want to give up, so I finally got him to put the top down and roll up the windows. Fortunately, the side windows were tinted.
He got in the drivers seat while I sat in the passenger seat, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. I looked at it and bit my tongue. He was on the smaller side of average, and I began to wonder if I was making a mistake. The alcohol and the empty need inside me for some human contact overcame my inhibitions, and I went ahead and took him in my mouth.
His dick met my tongue, and he tasted like sweat and urine. I almost gagged. I sucked his dick, licking the head, until he finally came in my mouth. At that very moment, the security guard walked by, peering in the car.
He tapped on the window, and the stranger rolled it down. "Please step out of the car," he said. Meanwhile, I had this man's cum sitting in my mouth, ready to throw up. I opened the door on my side and spit it out, wanting the foul taste out.
"There must be some mistake. We are not doing anything."
The security guard looked at his dick, limp in his lap, cum still dripping from the tip.
"You can tel that to the police once they get here. Now step out."
With that, my hookup turned the keys and hit the gas. Scraping along another car, he drove out of the parking lot, running the gate and ripping the arms off.
I was ready to shit myself, wondering who I just got in a car with.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed at him.
"Shh, it will be okay," he slurred. I might have been somewhat drunk, but even I could see that this was anything but okay. Somehow, we made it back to his mansion without getting caught, and without running into anything else.
We arrived at his mansion, and someone took his car away for him. It was huge. We went in, and someone took our coats and shoes. I could see people everywhere, scrubbing floors and walls, keeping everything spotless and shiny.
"What the hell," I mumbled, wondering why anyone would need all these people. My god, is this guy some OCD case or something?
Everywhere was pictures of him. He explained a few here and there. I quickly grew bored and tuned him out as he droned on.
He tried to scoop me up, trying to carry me like some new bride through his bedroom door, and stumbled immediately.
"I will walk, thanks."
In his room, it was completely different. Pictures of him naked, having sex with men, with women. I didn't catch much before I said fuck it and walked out of the room.
He caught up with me as I continued walking, trying to get back to the front door.
"Sorry, madam," he slurred. "Lets try a different room."
I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Please, I will make it worth your while."
Well, I was horny, and with the money he had, I nodded agreement.
"Oh, I love you madam," he crooned at me.
That was it, I started walking back to the front door. I didn't know this crazy fucker, and he was already trying to tell me that he loved me? Fucking crazy.
He grabbed me, and pulled me back. I tried to resist, but he was too strong.
Finally, he brought me to another room, this one much more tastefully decorated.
"This is for you," he said, handing me the biggest pearl necklace I had seen. My eyes almost bulged.
I hesitantly nodded, then told hims straight out. "Okay. But, I am not some whore."
He nodded agreement.
"You are not a whore."
Was this guy stupid?
That was it, I started walking back to the front door. I didn't know this crazy fucker, and he was already trying to tell me that he loved me? Fucking crazy.
He grabbed me, and pulled me back. I tried to resist, but he was too strong.
Finally, he brought me to another room, this one much more tastefully decorated.
"This is for you," he said, handing me the biggest pearl necklace I had seen. My eyes almost bulged.
I hesitantly nodded, then told hims straight out. "Okay. But, I am not some whore."
He nodded agreement.
"You are not a whore."
Was this guy stupid?
He called in his chamber maid to undress us, and seemed surprised yet again when I stumbled back, getting as far away from her as possible. "No thanks," I said, wanting to say something more like Get the fuck away from me. I am an adult, not a baby, and know how the hell to undress, thank you very much. I stayed polite though.
"But, do you have anything to drink? I think I need a couple. Strong ones."
She nodded and left, and I slipped myself out of my dress. He was already naked.
I jumped in the bed and covered myself quickly with the blankets when she came in, a bottle of brandy and two glasses.
What the hell is up with this woman, undressing people, walking into bedrooms while they were naked. Is she going to try to join us?
I took them with one hand, balancing the tray, while nodding thanks to her until she left.
I downed one. Then poured and downed a second one. Two more, and I was drunk enough to go through with this.
He ripped the blanket back and jumped on top of me, immediately trying to shove his dick into my pussy.
"Ouch," I cried out.
He stopped. "Fucking lick it, or get some lube, or something."
When he continued to stare at me blankly, I decided to take care of it myself. I pushed my fingers against my clit, closing my eyes, imagining myself anywhere but here. As my pussy responded, I dipped my fingers inside, working them around my pussy. It wasn't working.
Finally, I gave up and spit on my hand, rubbing the spit along the surface, then working it inside.
"Okay," I said, ready for his dick, "I am ready."
He started trying to push against me, when I realized he had no condom.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Why, I am going to make love to you."
"Not like that you aren't."
He looked down. "I don't understand."
I sighed. "Do you have a condom in here?" I asked.
He gestured to the side table. I grabbed one, unwrapped it, and handed it to him. He just stared at it.
"I am not going to have unprotected sex with you. I am not on the pill, and don't want to get pregnant." I didn't bother telling him that I had herpes. It was for his protection too.
I put it on him, unrolling it down the length of his dick, until he was completely covered.
I had to get myself wet again, and spit seemed to be the only option. Here I was, with some rich guy, and I still had to use spit to lube myself.
He immediately tried to push himself in, and I had to slow him down. Finally, he was completely inside. Two minutes later, he was already filling the condom.
"Umm..."
I left it at that.
"Madam, let us try something different." He flipped me over, and propped my ass high in the air. Or at least tried to. I stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
He reached over, grabbing a candle from the nightstand at the edge of his bed. He pushed it against my ass. "I am going to put this in there."
I laughed at that. "No."
"Please?"
I shook my head. "No."
He grabbed something else, what looked like the Virgin Mary, and brought it towards my pussy.
"No."
He stopped again. "But..."
"Just no."
At this, he took the condom off, and shoved his dick in my face.
I sighed, then gave him another blow job. This time, I went to the bathroom attached to the bedroom and spit it out in the sink.
He came in, and turned on the shower.
"We need to get cleaned up."
I nodded, agreeing with him. He grabbed the shampoo and pumped the top, right into my hair. I knew what he was trying to do, and endured it. Until he pulled my hair. I slowed him down, and he pulled it again.
"Just stop, please. You are trying too hard." I lathered up my hair and rinsed it off. He grabbed the shower head and pushed it towards my pussy.
I opened my legs, and let him. He turned the head, and it pulsed against me. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes, and let him continue. Unfortunately, he stopped and shoved me up against the wall.
He pushed his dick against my pussy from behind and shoved.
I screamed.
It fucking hurt.
"Getthefuckoffame!"
I pushed him away, and glared at him.
"Fucking stop that. This isn't some porn. It doesn't work!"
We washed up in silence and went out. I looked outside to see the sky grey. Shit, it was late.
"Sorry, can I sleep here for a couple hours? I need to get some sleep before work."
He nodded.
"Do you have any clothes that would fit me?"
He nodded again.
I slept fitfully, waking with every noise.
I finally got up, eyes grainy, to get ready for work.
He brought in a gorgeous dress. My jaw dropped. It was so elegant, and looked way too expensive.
"Here is your dress. You said you needed clothes for work."
My jaw dropped again, but for a different reason.
"I work in a library," I practically sputtered. "I am a librarian. I can't wear that to work!"
"Well, it is also for tonight. I would like you to attend a meeting with me."
"Umm...do I get to keep the dress?"
He nodded. "I guess I can go, but...I still need something for work."
He called in the maid and I asked her if she had anything for me. She finally came back with a conservative dress, a little old fashion, but it would work fine.
He drove me to work, refusing to call me a taxi since my car was still in the parking lot of the club. "I will wait out here."
"I won't get out until later." I told him, not sure why anyone in their right mind would sit in a parking lot all day.
"Then you should come and visit me," he said.
I hesitated, then agreed to come out on my breaks.
While he was sober, his voice was nice, and he had changed and was clean. He was actually very handsome.
But, coming out was a mistake. Again, he tried to convince me to have sex, right there, in the parking lot at my place of work, with library patrons streaming in and out. Many of those patrons kids!
I didn't visit him after that first time, but he was still there by the time I got off.
I again wondered if all of this was worth it, but...I could never afford those pearls or the dress. I bit my tongue and went along. The thought that he might have a girlfriend or wife flitted through my head. Maybe he was just a cheat. Whatever, I didn't care. Not my problem.
He took me back to his place and we got dressed. He kept trying to get me to have sex with him, teasing my bra as I tried to put it on, unzipping my dress, grabbing my ass. Finally, I gave in and we had a quicky. Three minutes. He wasn't much better sober...
We went to his shareholder meeting, which I guess was a dinner. A meeting dinner?
Old men and women surrounded me, rich and stuffy. It was both intimidating and exciting, but that wore off as everyone started talking. God they were boring. I found myself drifting off when suddenly a hand appeared between my legs, pressing against my panties. That woke me up.
I tried to push his hand away, but it didn't work, he was too strong, and I didn't want to cause a scene, hoping no one would notice. That failed miserably too.
Everyone suddenly went quiet, and started staring at their plates, or each other. The lady beside me was pointedly staring at her plate.
He grabbed my hand, putting it over the bulge of his dick, stiff under his pants. I took my hand back promptly, and tried to pretend nothing was going on.
He tried pulling down my panties. His arm moving so strangely, everyone must have known what he was doing.
I held the edge, preventing him from pulling them down.
Finally, he removed his hand, and I let out a relieved sigh.
He then stood up.
"A toast, to us, may our company be around long after us." Everyone raised a toast. Many did not seem to want to look at him, or me, while toasting. I wanted to scream.
Then, he reached inside his pocket, and brought out a box. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of me. "Madam, will you marry me?" he announced in front of the room. "I know we have not been together long, but I feel it would be a mistake to wait."
I felt shocked. I was speechless, looking into his eyes. Fucking bat shit crazy eyes.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at him. I turned to the others. "This guy is fucking nuts, and you are letting him run your company? What are you, complete idiots?"
With that I grabbed my new, expensive purse that had replaced my old one, complete with the promised pearl necklace, and got the hell out of this crazy man, before I ended up on a missing poster.
It would be a while before I decide to have another random hookup.
"But, do you have anything to drink? I think I need a couple. Strong ones."
She nodded and left, and I slipped myself out of my dress. He was already naked.
I jumped in the bed and covered myself quickly with the blankets when she came in, a bottle of brandy and two glasses.
What the hell is up with this woman, undressing people, walking into bedrooms while they were naked. Is she going to try to join us?
I took them with one hand, balancing the tray, while nodding thanks to her until she left.
I downed one. Then poured and downed a second one. Two more, and I was drunk enough to go through with this.
He ripped the blanket back and jumped on top of me, immediately trying to shove his dick into my pussy.
"Ouch," I cried out.
He stopped. "Fucking lick it, or get some lube, or something."
When he continued to stare at me blankly, I decided to take care of it myself. I pushed my fingers against my clit, closing my eyes, imagining myself anywhere but here. As my pussy responded, I dipped my fingers inside, working them around my pussy. It wasn't working.
Finally, I gave up and spit on my hand, rubbing the spit along the surface, then working it inside.
"Okay," I said, ready for his dick, "I am ready."
He started trying to push against me, when I realized he had no condom.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Why, I am going to make love to you."
"Not like that you aren't."
He looked down. "I don't understand."
I sighed. "Do you have a condom in here?" I asked.
He gestured to the side table. I grabbed one, unwrapped it, and handed it to him. He just stared at it.
"I am not going to have unprotected sex with you. I am not on the pill, and don't want to get pregnant." I didn't bother telling him that I had herpes. It was for his protection too.
I put it on him, unrolling it down the length of his dick, until he was completely covered.
I had to get myself wet again, and spit seemed to be the only option. Here I was, with some rich guy, and I still had to use spit to lube myself.
He immediately tried to push himself in, and I had to slow him down. Finally, he was completely inside. Two minutes later, he was already filling the condom.
"Umm..."
I left it at that.
"Madam, let us try something different." He flipped me over, and propped my ass high in the air. Or at least tried to. I stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
He reached over, grabbing a candle from the nightstand at the edge of his bed. He pushed it against my ass. "I am going to put this in there."
I laughed at that. "No."
"Please?"
I shook my head. "No."
He grabbed something else, what looked like the Virgin Mary, and brought it towards my pussy.
"No."
He stopped again. "But..."
"Just no."
At this, he took the condom off, and shoved his dick in my face.
I sighed, then gave him another blow job. This time, I went to the bathroom attached to the bedroom and spit it out in the sink.
He came in, and turned on the shower.
"We need to get cleaned up."
I nodded, agreeing with him. He grabbed the shampoo and pumped the top, right into my hair. I knew what he was trying to do, and endured it. Until he pulled my hair. I slowed him down, and he pulled it again.
"Just stop, please. You are trying too hard." I lathered up my hair and rinsed it off. He grabbed the shower head and pushed it towards my pussy.
I opened my legs, and let him. He turned the head, and it pulsed against me. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes, and let him continue. Unfortunately, he stopped and shoved me up against the wall.
He pushed his dick against my pussy from behind and shoved.
I screamed.
It fucking hurt.
"Getthefuckoffame!"
I pushed him away, and glared at him.
"Fucking stop that. This isn't some porn. It doesn't work!"
We washed up in silence and went out. I looked outside to see the sky grey. Shit, it was late.
"Sorry, can I sleep here for a couple hours? I need to get some sleep before work."
He nodded.
"Do you have any clothes that would fit me?"
He nodded again.
I slept fitfully, waking with every noise.
I finally got up, eyes grainy, to get ready for work.
He brought in a gorgeous dress. My jaw dropped. It was so elegant, and looked way too expensive.
"Here is your dress. You said you needed clothes for work."
My jaw dropped again, but for a different reason.
"I work in a library," I practically sputtered. "I am a librarian. I can't wear that to work!"
"Well, it is also for tonight. I would like you to attend a meeting with me."
"Umm...do I get to keep the dress?"
He nodded. "I guess I can go, but...I still need something for work."
He called in the maid and I asked her if she had anything for me. She finally came back with a conservative dress, a little old fashion, but it would work fine.
He drove me to work, refusing to call me a taxi since my car was still in the parking lot of the club. "I will wait out here."
"I won't get out until later." I told him, not sure why anyone in their right mind would sit in a parking lot all day.
"Then you should come and visit me," he said.
I hesitated, then agreed to come out on my breaks.
While he was sober, his voice was nice, and he had changed and was clean. He was actually very handsome.
But, coming out was a mistake. Again, he tried to convince me to have sex, right there, in the parking lot at my place of work, with library patrons streaming in and out. Many of those patrons kids!
I didn't visit him after that first time, but he was still there by the time I got off.
I again wondered if all of this was worth it, but...I could never afford those pearls or the dress. I bit my tongue and went along. The thought that he might have a girlfriend or wife flitted through my head. Maybe he was just a cheat. Whatever, I didn't care. Not my problem.
He took me back to his place and we got dressed. He kept trying to get me to have sex with him, teasing my bra as I tried to put it on, unzipping my dress, grabbing my ass. Finally, I gave in and we had a quicky. Three minutes. He wasn't much better sober...
We went to his shareholder meeting, which I guess was a dinner. A meeting dinner?
Old men and women surrounded me, rich and stuffy. It was both intimidating and exciting, but that wore off as everyone started talking. God they were boring. I found myself drifting off when suddenly a hand appeared between my legs, pressing against my panties. That woke me up.
I tried to push his hand away, but it didn't work, he was too strong, and I didn't want to cause a scene, hoping no one would notice. That failed miserably too.
Everyone suddenly went quiet, and started staring at their plates, or each other. The lady beside me was pointedly staring at her plate.
He grabbed my hand, putting it over the bulge of his dick, stiff under his pants. I took my hand back promptly, and tried to pretend nothing was going on.
He tried pulling down my panties. His arm moving so strangely, everyone must have known what he was doing.
I held the edge, preventing him from pulling them down.
Finally, he removed his hand, and I let out a relieved sigh.
He then stood up.
"A toast, to us, may our company be around long after us." Everyone raised a toast. Many did not seem to want to look at him, or me, while toasting. I wanted to scream.
Then, he reached inside his pocket, and brought out a box. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of me. "Madam, will you marry me?" he announced in front of the room. "I know we have not been together long, but I feel it would be a mistake to wait."
I felt shocked. I was speechless, looking into his eyes. Fucking bat shit crazy eyes.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at him. I turned to the others. "This guy is fucking nuts, and you are letting him run your company? What are you, complete idiots?"
With that I grabbed my new, expensive purse that had replaced my old one, complete with the promised pearl necklace, and got the hell out of this crazy man, before I ended up on a missing poster.
It would be a while before I decide to have another random hookup.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 5 (Sex fantasy)
Me and Ashley got ready. When I finished, Ashley could not stop staring.
"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.
I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.
When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.
"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.
People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.
I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.
I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.
I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.
As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.
"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"
I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.
It also made me more excited.
I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.
As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.
I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.
With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.
There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.
I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.
Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.
I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.
"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.
I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.
"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.
"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.
I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.
"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.
I blushed even redder then tried again.
"Here, let me show you."
He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.
He handed it back. "Try now."
I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.
"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.
I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.
My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.
I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.
I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.
I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.
They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.
Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.
The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.
Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.
I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.
I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.
My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.
They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.
I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.
Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.
They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.
Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.
They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.
I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.
He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.
He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.
After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.
"Our turn fucker."
The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.
Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.
The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.
My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.
He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.
Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.
Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.
"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.
I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.
When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.
"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.
People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.
I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.
I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.
I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.
As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.
"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"
I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.
It also made me more excited.
I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.
As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.
I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.
With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.
There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.
I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.
Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.
I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.
"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.
I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.
"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.
"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.
I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.
"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.
I blushed even redder then tried again.
"Here, let me show you."
He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.
He handed it back. "Try now."
I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.
"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.
I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.
My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.
I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.
I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.
I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.
They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.
Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.
The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.
Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.
I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.
I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.
My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.
They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.
I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.
Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.
They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.
Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.
They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.
I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.
He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.
He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.
After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.
"Our turn fucker."
The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.
Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.
The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.
My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.
He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.
Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.
Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.
Monday, November 23, 2015
Party girl - the beginning: Part 3 (Sex fantasy)
He cycled for a few more weeks, so we stayed pretty stoned.
The school year continued to pass, and the football season drew to a close. Suddenly, it was time for the homecoming game.
The two sides were close, but our team won. The crowd erupted, the watchers running out of the stands, around to the exit of the locker rooms, surrounding the team.
The school year continued to pass, and the football season drew to a close. Suddenly, it was time for the homecoming game.
The two sides were close, but our team won. The crowd erupted, the watchers running out of the stands, around to the exit of the locker rooms, surrounding the team.
I was so proud of my TJ, he did so well. One guy who faced him even had to be sent to the hospital, his leg broken.
"Lets go," he yelled in my ear, trying to be heard over the roar of the fans and the team. "We are going to have a party at Jason's house to celebrate."
We went to the party. Jason's house was out in the middle of no where, and his parents were away, so we had no worries about anyone trying to shut it down.
At first, it was slow, the music music loud, and the alcohol flowing. TJ grabbed me a beer, and grabbed one for himself, as we mingled with everyone.
Everyone was feeling pretty good, patting each other and the team on the back, whooping, and being generally loud and obnoxious. I sipped my beer at first, and soon finished it. He got me another, and I drank that. Soon, I was feeling pretty warm.
"Hey you two, come over here." We went over and joined one of the other football players. The tight end, I think? He did have a nice, tight end, but anyways...
He handed us these purple pills, one to each of us. "Try this. It is amazing."
He flashed the biggest grin, and TJ popped it in his mouth, no questions asked.
"What is it," I asked, looking at this purple pill with a little smiley face on it.
"Don't be a party pooper," he said. I looked at it again for a couple seconds, looked at TJ and Sam watching me, and popped it in my mouth, washing it down with a beer.
"Fuck yeah!" He suddenly yelled, holding his hand high. TJ gave him a high five, and he let out with a "Party on!" followed by a loud whoop.
At first, nothing really happened. I was already a little drunk, so didn't notice anything.
I started to feel very good, slowly at first, and soon was absolutely euphoric.
My mind beat to the rhythm of the music, and I had the urge to dance.
I grabbed my friend's hand and drug her to the middle of the room.
She followed along, and we started dancing. Soon, I found myself getting a bit hot, a bit...aroused.
I wrapped my arm around her, and she gave me an odd look. I felt wonderful, and my arms around her felt so good. She, however, seemed to stiffen up more and more as we continued to dance.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked.
"Nothing. I feel great."
I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. Her lips were so soft, her taste so sweet.
She pushed me away. I smiled at her, and she stalked off.
Not even phased, I found a guy standing to the side, watching us. I liked his eyes. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him out to the middle of the floor.
By now, I noticed many people were watching us. Their eyes felt good on me, and I pressed up against the guy I was dancing with to show them all what I could do. I shook my hips, grinding against him, and heard many of the cheers, pushing me on. I turned around, wrapped my arm around his neck, and pressed my ass against him. Everyone seemed to enjoy how good I was dancing, pressed against him, my ass shaking against his groin. His hand cupped my breast, and my boyfriend cut him off, dancing with me instead. He was grinning ear to ear, and enjoyed my skills. Soon we were both dancing and kissing, caressing and fondling.
"Lets go to the bedroom," he whispered in my ear. I was so horny, I would have have made love to him right there. I guessed he was right though, we shouldn't do that right in the middle of the living room. It was so much fun, but would be even more fun to have him alone.
He pulled me along behind him to Jason's bedroom, almost dragging me. I laughed, my head seeming to float, blissful, energetic, horny, all at the same time.
He pulled me in front of him, shoved me hard. I tripped, falling on the bed, width wise, so my head found nothing under it. I laughed as the room spun, and he immediately started taking off my clothes. He pulled my top, and I heard as much as saw the front rip. It was so exciting I cried out.
"Yes, hurry!" His urge for speed pushed my need. He was so strong, so manly. My clothes were like paper to him. Ripping and tearing. My blouse in tatters, my skirt half gone, more pulling and tugging and sounds of destruction. It was so exciting, my breath so short, I was almost panting. I pulled his shirt hard, wanting his clothes off now. I heard the familiar rip, but my strength was no match for his, so it didn't come off.
He started pulling his own clothes off, soon naked before me, as I lay the width of the bed, tipping my head up to look at him, then lolling it back to watch the room spin, bits of my ruined clothes thrown in the room, or under me, or barely on me.
With that, he started.
I started to feel very good, slowly at first, and soon was absolutely euphoric.
My mind beat to the rhythm of the music, and I had the urge to dance.
I grabbed my friend's hand and drug her to the middle of the room.
She followed along, and we started dancing. Soon, I found myself getting a bit hot, a bit...aroused.
I wrapped my arm around her, and she gave me an odd look. I felt wonderful, and my arms around her felt so good. She, however, seemed to stiffen up more and more as we continued to dance.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked.
"Nothing. I feel great."
I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. Her lips were so soft, her taste so sweet.
She pushed me away. I smiled at her, and she stalked off.
Not even phased, I found a guy standing to the side, watching us. I liked his eyes. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him out to the middle of the floor.
By now, I noticed many people were watching us. Their eyes felt good on me, and I pressed up against the guy I was dancing with to show them all what I could do. I shook my hips, grinding against him, and heard many of the cheers, pushing me on. I turned around, wrapped my arm around his neck, and pressed my ass against him. Everyone seemed to enjoy how good I was dancing, pressed against him, my ass shaking against his groin. His hand cupped my breast, and my boyfriend cut him off, dancing with me instead. He was grinning ear to ear, and enjoyed my skills. Soon we were both dancing and kissing, caressing and fondling.
"Lets go to the bedroom," he whispered in my ear. I was so horny, I would have have made love to him right there. I guessed he was right though, we shouldn't do that right in the middle of the living room. It was so much fun, but would be even more fun to have him alone.
He pulled me along behind him to Jason's bedroom, almost dragging me. I laughed, my head seeming to float, blissful, energetic, horny, all at the same time.
He pulled me in front of him, shoved me hard. I tripped, falling on the bed, width wise, so my head found nothing under it. I laughed as the room spun, and he immediately started taking off my clothes. He pulled my top, and I heard as much as saw the front rip. It was so exciting I cried out.
"Yes, hurry!" His urge for speed pushed my need. He was so strong, so manly. My clothes were like paper to him. Ripping and tearing. My blouse in tatters, my skirt half gone, more pulling and tugging and sounds of destruction. It was so exciting, my breath so short, I was almost panting. I pulled his shirt hard, wanting his clothes off now. I heard the familiar rip, but my strength was no match for his, so it didn't come off.
He started pulling his own clothes off, soon naked before me, as I lay the width of the bed, tipping my head up to look at him, then lolling it back to watch the room spin, bits of my ruined clothes thrown in the room, or under me, or barely on me.
With that, he started.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
A night on the corner, the last client
The last client was moderately decent looking, either late 30s or early 40s. The car was decent, and his outfit was the business casual type. When he asked me what my rate was for sex, he seemed slightly taken aback when I gave him my price, but after a few moments of thought, he agreed.
It seemed ideal. He seemed to be middle class, and I could have imagined him being one of my lovers, so, already turned on, I was more than eager to make love to him.
We went to a nearby hotel, you know the kind, pay by the hour, not by the night.
He seemed nice enough, if a little touchy, grabbing my ass a couple times on our way up the stairs to the second story. He gave me a hand as we walked up, opened the door for me to enter, the softly closed the door.
Sadly, that is where the nice ruse ended.
Immediately upon closing the door, he pulled the back of my blouse, hard, causing the buttons to rip off and my blouse to rip open, jerking me backwards and causing me to suddenly cry out in fright. He continued pulling until my blouse was gone, ripped off of me.
He grabbed my arm and flung me to the bed in the room. Over my shouts demanding to know what he was doing, to stop it, to let me up, to leave me alone, he continued ripping my clothes off. He grabbed my bra in front and pulled, scratching me with his fingernails, breaking the back clasp, stretching the straps until their clasps broke, then threw it across the room.
He slapped me, growling at me to shut up. I screamed, and he hit me across the chin, and I could feel my vision swim before me, the lights dimming slightly before coming back into focus.
He then started tugging at my skirt, not bothering to try to undo it, not even bother trying to pull it off normally, but instead ripped it off me, much like my shirt. He then ripped off my panties, the sides cutting into me until the fabric finally parted, ripping.
Finally, he pulled my shoes and socks off. I lay there, naked before him, him panting in brutal lust, me panting in fear.
Reaching down, he grabbed my nipples, pulling hard, causing me to scream again. Slap, and I stopped screaming. He then started hitting my breasts, slapping them so hard I could hear it. I felt like throwing up, but he kept on, brutally.
He forced my legs apart, then entered me, dry. I screamed again and he punched me, right in the stomach.
Breathless, I couldn't suck in air to feed my lungs, let alone to scream again. He rammed himself in me, over, and over, and over, until I could feel him shutter, cumming inside me. All together, it lasted only a few minutes, but seemed to last forever. I could feel my face getting puffy, my breasts tender and sore, my pussy hurting. He then wormed his fingers into my already aching pussy, pushing them in, all the way up to his knuckles, ramming them in over and over, feeling almost like he was hitting my pussy with a fist. Over and over, until I was openly weeping, then, penis hard again, he put it back in me and started the pounding again.
This time he kept on for longer, pausing when it seemed he was close, slapping my breasts, and my face when I was too loud. At last, he finished again, this time pulling himself out and cumming on my stomach and breasts.
Throwing down the money on the bed, he dressed, cleaned himself a bit and left, leaving me on the bed, his cum on me, inside me, drying, tears rolling down my cheeks, not quite a full throated sob.
Gathering up my clothes, I tried to put the tatters on me, tried to cover myself up with what was left of my once sexy little outfit. Hiding at every car, every sound, every shift of light, I made my way back to my car, driving home.
It seemed ideal. He seemed to be middle class, and I could have imagined him being one of my lovers, so, already turned on, I was more than eager to make love to him.
We went to a nearby hotel, you know the kind, pay by the hour, not by the night.
He seemed nice enough, if a little touchy, grabbing my ass a couple times on our way up the stairs to the second story. He gave me a hand as we walked up, opened the door for me to enter, the softly closed the door.
Sadly, that is where the nice ruse ended.
Immediately upon closing the door, he pulled the back of my blouse, hard, causing the buttons to rip off and my blouse to rip open, jerking me backwards and causing me to suddenly cry out in fright. He continued pulling until my blouse was gone, ripped off of me.
He grabbed my arm and flung me to the bed in the room. Over my shouts demanding to know what he was doing, to stop it, to let me up, to leave me alone, he continued ripping my clothes off. He grabbed my bra in front and pulled, scratching me with his fingernails, breaking the back clasp, stretching the straps until their clasps broke, then threw it across the room.
He slapped me, growling at me to shut up. I screamed, and he hit me across the chin, and I could feel my vision swim before me, the lights dimming slightly before coming back into focus.
He then started tugging at my skirt, not bothering to try to undo it, not even bother trying to pull it off normally, but instead ripped it off me, much like my shirt. He then ripped off my panties, the sides cutting into me until the fabric finally parted, ripping.
Finally, he pulled my shoes and socks off. I lay there, naked before him, him panting in brutal lust, me panting in fear.
Reaching down, he grabbed my nipples, pulling hard, causing me to scream again. Slap, and I stopped screaming. He then started hitting my breasts, slapping them so hard I could hear it. I felt like throwing up, but he kept on, brutally.
He forced my legs apart, then entered me, dry. I screamed again and he punched me, right in the stomach.
Breathless, I couldn't suck in air to feed my lungs, let alone to scream again. He rammed himself in me, over, and over, and over, until I could feel him shutter, cumming inside me. All together, it lasted only a few minutes, but seemed to last forever. I could feel my face getting puffy, my breasts tender and sore, my pussy hurting. He then wormed his fingers into my already aching pussy, pushing them in, all the way up to his knuckles, ramming them in over and over, feeling almost like he was hitting my pussy with a fist. Over and over, until I was openly weeping, then, penis hard again, he put it back in me and started the pounding again.
This time he kept on for longer, pausing when it seemed he was close, slapping my breasts, and my face when I was too loud. At last, he finished again, this time pulling himself out and cumming on my stomach and breasts.
Throwing down the money on the bed, he dressed, cleaned himself a bit and left, leaving me on the bed, his cum on me, inside me, drying, tears rolling down my cheeks, not quite a full throated sob.
Gathering up my clothes, I tried to put the tatters on me, tried to cover myself up with what was left of my once sexy little outfit. Hiding at every car, every sound, every shift of light, I made my way back to my car, driving home.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Thoughts on cup sizes and other measurements (News reactions)
Warning: This is not one of my experiences, this is my thoughts on some news stories, not a recollection on my naughty endeavors. I suggest that if you are only here for my naughty exploits, not for real world news or opinions on that news, that you pass by this article and skip any with (News reactions) in the title or label.
Sorry for those few (one?) people who have been reading my blog to find out all my dirty little secrets, but this post is dedicated to thoughts about this article (although I guess it will still get a bit dirty).
Sorry for those few (one?) people who have been reading my blog to find out all my dirty little secrets, but this post is dedicated to thoughts about this article (although I guess it will still get a bit dirty).
I just ran across this story: http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/story/23118642/bra-sizes-of-female-detroit-cops-mistakenly-emailed-to-officers
I feel both turned on by this, but honestly feel horrible for these women.
First, my thoughts on the poor women subject to this.
We all know people, even adults, can be immature and even downright horrible.
Imagine some of the things people are saying:
"Wow, I thought her breasts were bigger, she must be stuffing"
"Her breasts are so small, are you kidding me"
"She is so fat, I don't know how she hides all those rolls"
"Damn, look at this one. I need to find out who she is, I really want to see whats under those clothes"
I can bet you that men are probably saying things like this behind these women's backs. This was information that was shared with the police force, not so your coworkers can know your cup size or how far you are from your ideal weight, but so the uniforms could be fit to the officer. It is horrible.
Plus, these are not random strangers, these are the other men and women that they must look in the eye every day, that they must take orders from and give orders to, silently judging you. Can you imagine going in to get the day's orders from your boss, with him smirking slightly and knowing with a fair proximity what you look like undressed? Could you imagine being a supervisor and having those you are giving orders to thinking the same thing? Could you imagine how difficult it would make your job, how embarrassed you would be? Not everyone is a deviant like me. Most are upstanding women, probably with husbands, kids, friends. Could you imagine how you would feel if it was your wife that these detailed were shared about? Could you imagine if you were a guy, how you would feel about your penis size being sent to everyone (yeah yeah, you are all bigger than a babies arm, but there are men who are hung more like a baby...so imagine if that was you).
Now, I know some of you want to know what is going on in my dirty little mind about all of this. While these women did not choose to share this information publicly, the same could not be said for me. True, I would still follow the standard "huff and complain" (Trust me, you really do not want to get a reputation where you spend almost every day, unless it is a positive reputation, and sexual issues are not normally positive on your work life, unless your a prostitute or porn star...), but secretly I am thinking about how much it would excite me.
See, the difference is many fold. I am still young, so I am still fit and sexy. Also, I work hard to make sure that my figure is perfect enough to turn men's heads. I am an exhibitionist and attention whore. I want men's eyes on me. I want everyone to watch me, thinking their dirty little thoughts.
I imagine them staring at my body, knowing exactly what I look like, seeing me naked in their minds eye. I can see them imaging running their hands over my breasts, stomach, ass, down the soft fur above my pussy. I know they are wondering how I would feel, with my pussy squeezing their penis. How they want to plunge in and out, fondling a breast with one hand while sucking the nipple on the other.
I guess I just want people to think. Yes, there are those strange people out there like me, who is willing to give her most private details to complete strangers for a kink, but that is not the normal thing for most people. Everyone has their boundaries, even a little deviant like me, and these poor women have had their boundaries ripped apart, sharing details they did not volunteer and did not expect to be exposed, because some dickhead cannot think to check what the hell he is about to release to every one in that force (clerical error, yeah right, either it was intentional an oppsed later or someone needs to learn to pay attention to what the hell he is doing). How would you feel if this happened to your daughter, your wife, your mother or sister?
So, yes, keep your fantasies, even get off on the thought if it pleases you, but please remember, these are real people, with real feelings. Your fantasies, both those you only dare think about and those that you find a way to fulfill are your choice, not something that you found you had no control over.
My point? I don't know, I just wanted to get my thoughts out there for this horrendous violation of personal information. Feel free to leave me a comment if you want to share your thoughts on this. Yes, I understand some opinions may differ from mine, but I would love to hear them anyways. Not everyone will be able to see eye to eye, but I am open minded enough to understand that disagreeing with me does not make you wrong, it just means we disagree.
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