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He sucked on her lip and flicked it with his tongue. His hand continued up her skirt till it hit the hem of her panties and he worked it under. She opened her mouth to moan as his fingers delved into her wet pussy. He pushed his tongue inside and swirled it around her mouth. Her mind swam and she became acutely aware of how drunk she was. For a moment her brain regained control. He pulled away from her and stopped when he saw the look of terror on her face.
“More” She pleaded with him.
It was already late. The alcohol in my blood slowly lost its effect. Not the best night-out I´ve ever had, partly because somewhere along the way I lost all my friends I came with, but the main reason was my habit of spending my cab money on drinks. This time though nobody could borrow me some since I there was nobody I knew.
I got my jacket and left the club. Luckily it was fairly warm that night, so even though it sucked walking two hours home I would survive. Still I decided to at least ask the cab company on my phone how much a drive home would cost. Too much. Maybe two blocks away? No way, still too much.
“Hey! You okay?” A brunette woman with short, styled hair stood next to me and smiled. “Where do you live? Maybe we can share?”, she asked me. I stared at her in a rather rude way. “Sorry I didn´t mean to eavesdrop on you. I just…” “No, no, no”, I interrupted her, “it just wasn´t my night to be honest. Not your fault.”
After our first video chat I knew I wanted more of this and Dylan. I felt like a teenage girl again with a crush on the skater kid that never liked me back. I may of felt like that, but I looked anything but teenage. I grew into my body and was not ashamed to show off when needed. I have perky tits with small pink nipples. I have a tight shaven pussy, with a clit that has to be teased before coming out to play. Meeting Dylan was going to be fun. He was cute, hot and I so wanted to ride his dick.
Dylan and I continue texting and at that time where now FaceTiming and talking on the phone nightly. He lived with his Dad so most chats were late at night. I was really enjoying that Dylan could make me cum just by watching him jerk his big cock. He would talk dirty to me. Telling me he needed an older slut like me to teach him how to please a women. He told me of all the things he would do to my body, how he worshiped my pussy and couldn’t wait to make me cum. He wanted me and I wanted him bad…but Dylan didn’t have a car and lived over an hour away from me.
Be glad when this Covid shit is over so we can head out and do something like this again. An oldie experience of mine but a beloved one
My love, my Master, has been so good to me. If you’ve read my shit I’ve posted here and on /r/rapekink, this has been an extremely difficult year for me and I haven’t always handled it the best. I recently messed up bad, prompting some visits I’d rather not have made but clearly needed to. After all the hustle and mess and drama of the past two weeks (all self inflicted, at least directly), my wonderful man who I don’t deserve took me to Myrtle Beach. We were only there a few days, arrived Friday night and left Monday afternoon right after lunch. But it was nice to get away, and just be with him. At least that was the original intention.
All her friends were going out. She had already said, “no”, but she decided to go out anyway. She got an Uber to the club. She waited in the line for fifteen minutes and then got big black Xs on her hands and went in. She wandered around for a bit trying to find somebody she knew. She made her way up to the 2nd level and looked down at the dance floor, then she saw her boyfriend. He was dancing with a big-tit-bimbo. *No biggie* she thought. He’s just dancing. Then she clearly saw him slip his hand down her pants. The bimbo turned over her shoulder and they kissed. He pulled her by the hand and they disappeared towards the back of the club.
Not too tall, tall enough. Short beard, not groomed. Not ungroomed, slightly savage. Flannel shirt, sleeves rolled just below elbows, blue jeans and black boots.
Hair black, dyed. Red flannel skirt, just above the knees. Barbelled nipples pressing against white t-shirt.
Cars empty, takes a seat, plenty of space.
Glance held, slight smiles, back to the phones.
Next stop, 3 guys, not groomed,all savage. She looks at him, changes seat. Ruffians board, hungry looks, she looks tasty.
Small talk with a stranger, he knows up.
So do the savages. Cute girl, looks scared, Mr. Brawny there to save her. Not today.
Glares and catcalling, take it easy.
She with you?
She is now.
Tense moments, next stop. The 3 go in search of easier prey.
Just the two of them. Hi, nice to meet you. Instant attraction. She realizes shes holding his arm, apologies. It’s okay, he reassures.
Next stop, they both depart. Grab a drink? Sure. Heading off arm in arm.
Please read chapters 1 – 20 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.
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Jarl looked up at his stepmother. No. Not stepmother any longer. Wife. She was his wife now. By the seventh, how he hated that. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode him. He did like her tits though. Reaching up and grabbed one in each hand and massaged them.
“Yes. Yes,” Else moaned. “Harder.”
Jorn pinched her nipples hard. She squirmed and moaned louder. Jarl sighed. It wasn’t any fun hurting her when she just enjoyed it. He didn’t mind pleasing women, quite the opposite, but with his stepmoth-. Wife. By the Gods. Wife. How hard should it be to remember that? With his *wife* it wasn’t true. If it hadn’t been for his cock being almost eternally rigid, a side effect from his work with the Mistresses, he doubted that he could even have performed with her at all.
“Are you done soon?” he sighed.
If you only knew what I’m fantasizing about every time I see you at work. If you only knew that I rushed home and are know unbuttoning my denim dress, only thinking about how it could be your hands on me. I bite into my lower lip as I pull my lace panties down my thighs. If you only knew how wet I am for you, how my mind race wildly into my darkest erotic fantasies of you as soon as you walk into the office. If you only knew that I practically got a sixth sense with you, how I need to close my eyes and take a deep breath just by hearing the sound of your voice.
My hands shake as I lay down on my bed, spreading my legs willingly, touching the sensitive skin on my inner thighs, savouring the moment. If you only knew how my heart is pounding just by looking into your eyes at the weekly meetings, how I glance at your mouth when you answer our coworkers questions. I stare at your hands, dreaming about those fingers.
This story involves a stunning woman, lets call her Mia; She is a young and beautiful woman, has a body that most women would die for and most men would beg for. Mia is also an up and coming YouTube star, she has a very special niche which she helps others via tutorials and general chats.
One day however, her laptop is on the fritz, refusing to boot and keeps displaying “Operating System Not Found”. This causes Mia to panic, as her latest project is on the laptop and she wanted to get it posted by the next evening. Thankfully, Mia knows someone who is very good with fixing computers and calls him up.
“Hey Tony, it’s Mia, look my laptop has just crashed on me and I know it’s silly but think you can come over this evening to look at it? My latest YouTube video is on there and I really want to get it posted… Yeah? You will? Awesome! I’ll see you in 15 minutes then”
After the brief call, confirming Tony is able to pop over, Mia is smiling again, not only will she likely get her project back, but she gets to see Tony at the same time.
By the time Jacob and Samantha arrived at the cabin, the sun was setting. They had to move quick to bring some firewood inside, get a fire started, and prepare dinner. Jacob watched Samantha prepare the fireplace. Her thong jetted out over the back of her pants. He caught himself staring.
“Hey, could you …” Samantha said. She stopped short when she noticed him starring. “See something you like?”
He chuckled and nodded. Samantha smirked and stood up slowly. She unbuttoned her pants and dropped them to her ankles. She got back down on her hands and knees to tend to the fireplace. Jacob watched as she pulled her thong to the side. Her pussy lips and asshole were on full display.
His cock swelled. He shook his head in disbelief.
Dinner could wait. He stepped out of his pants and walked over to Samantha. He got down behind her and spat on her asshole as he slid his cock into her wet cunt. He put his left hand on her hip and slid his thumb inside of her asshole, pumping in and out.
Samantha grunted and moaned as she continued to tend to the fire, crumbling up some newspaper.