"You're mine now." was all he said.
Amanda woke with a start and audibly moaned.
"That dream again?" she muttered to herself.
She rolled over to take a peek at the old fashioned alarm clock beside the bed. It took a moment for her eyes to focus before she made out that it was only 4:30 AM. She rolled back over onto her back and closed her eyes, thinking back to the rather...intense dream she just had. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs and she couldn't resist reaching a hand down to it. She slipped her fingers under her panties, her thumb hooking on trim of the bikini cut underwear, and began rubbing at her vulva. She was dripping wet. She tipped her head back and bit her lip as she spread her wetness up and around her clit and began circling it with her finger. She loved teasing herself.
She squeezed her eyes closed tighter and tried to think back to her dream, trying to fill in the blanks.
He had her by the hair, his hand wrapped around it tightly, and he used that grip to control her. Her pantyhose were scraping against the ground holes forming in the thin material and they weren't much protection for her knees either. She could feel the pieces of rock digging into them, but didn't pay much attention. His pants were unzipped and pulled halfway down his hips, exposing his thick, veiny penis through the hole of his boxers. Her cheeks ached from the vigorous infiltration of his manhood into her mouth. Saliva splattered down her chin and across her exposed breasts. Her shirt, tattered around her front, didn't offer her defense from the cold. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as he forced his penis down her esophagus, the ripples in it grinding against the side of those muscles, causing her discomfort. Her larynx reeled in response, trying to eject this infiltration from it.
He could feel the muscles of her throat pushing against his unyielding erection, making the grip even tighter. He let out a growl, using the grip in her hair to force her head to tip back. He bent her body over a tire lying in the ally way. Her legs were bent at an uncomfortable angle, one of them half folded behind her. Her upper body was arched out and her neck was stretched awkwardly. He scuttled forward and straddled her. His testicles came up against her face and he ground them against her chin, mouth and nose hard. She tried to turn her head away as she felt the sweaty skin rubbing against her face, the wiry pubic hair scratching at her sensitive skin. He made her inhale his essence, the pure heart of his arousal; a few moments longer before pulling back to instead push the head of his thickness back into her mouth.
He didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, but rather immediately thrust his full length into her, making her gag reflex flare up yet again. He pounded into her little pouty mouth over and over again, ripping apart her face. He groaned as he stabbed in and out without inhibition. He pulled his length all the way out, causing a popping sound as it slipped out from her wet lips. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his shaft and slapped her across the face with it. Her own saliva spread across her face as he whacked her with it several more times. He leaned forward and again rubbed his scrotum across her face, smearing her spit into her hair and across her cheeks and forehead. Finally he pulled back and took a step back. He pulled her hair toward him, causing her to scramble up. His body half bent to meet her and he spit on her face.
"You dirty fucking tease..." he said, trailing off. Amanda moaned, the wetness now spread down her thighs. She wasn't circling her clit now, but rather she was rubbing at it furiously. Her back arched off of the mattress, creating a bridge with her body. Her blankets had long before slid down her body. In her frantic rubbing her shirt had pushed up and revealed her lean stomach. Sweat was beginning to form on her smooth skin as her body writhed and arched from her self pleasure. Her hands and feet were tightening and untightening in beat with her masturbation. Moans began to slip through her bit lip.
She moved a finger down to slip inside of her moist cove, and it began clenching at it right away. She bucked her hips up into her own hand, forcing her finger down deeper. She pushed it in and out, wishing it was the man from her dreams thrusting into her. She slipped another finger in and began sliding them in faster. She curled her fingers to push against that oh so sensitive spot, causing her to push her head hard against the pillow. She slipped back into her fantasy world. Amanda was walking home from a night out with her friends. They had all parted ways at the bar, this being a smaller sized town. There wasn't much crime in Tributalion Town. Amanda was wearing a shorter black skirt and a pair of new pantyhose. They amazingly didn't have a run in them yet. Her legs looked long in the black heels she had chosen for the night. She kept walking, her paced slowed a bit by the heels. She could hear the crunch of her shoes against the ground in the almost silent night.
Goosebumps rose on her arms as the night chilled. She was wearing a one shouldered green blouse. It didn't quite drop low enough to cover her stomach and her hip bones were exposed. Her skin was slightly tanned, as she occasionally made visits to the local tanning booth. One of her arms dangled down past her hip, her purse loose in her fingers. The other wrapped around her exposed midriff, trying to preserve as much heat as possible. Her hair was loose and wisped around her face in the night wind, the occasional piece sticking to her lips and causing her to reach up and free it.
She had worn more make-up than normal and it made her eyes pop. Her lashes were dark, and had been curled for the evening. Her eyes looked almost 'wide eyed' from the way she had applied her make-up. Her eye shadow was smoky and it made her green eyes pop, even in the dark night. Her lips, normally full, gleamed with rich color, thanks to her lipstick choice for the evening. Her bottom lip still formed its usual pout appearance. She had a mouth that made all men want to fuck it. Her skin was smooth and almost spotless despite the freckled scattered across her cheeks and over her nose. She had a habit of biting at her bottom lip, which exposed her white teeth; a starching contrast to the darkness that surrounded her. Her cheek bones were high, and her smile from tonight's activities accented them tonight.
She turned, walking into the alley that would take her toward her street. The streetlights didn't quite reach to the middle and she would be walking in almost complete darkness for a moment. As she drew closer to the middle she reached down to feel around in her purse for her phone. She planned to use it to guide her path. This alley was known for abandoned tires, bikes and other whatnots. She tipped her head down and bent slightly to bring her face closer to her purse. That's when she felt a hard body press up behind her and grabbed her by her hair. She went to let a scream, but his other hand shoved something into her mouth. It tasted horrible, like grease that had been festering for months.
She felt the heavy breathing of the man on her neck as he pushed up closer against her. She struggled, trying to break out of his grip, but it was no use. He used his body to back her face first into the wall of the alley. He rubbed against her ass from behind, his erection evident through his jeans. He used his hand to push her skirt up over her hips, exposing her pantyhose clad ass. He thrust into that womanly crevice with his bulging penis.
He spoke into her neck "You fucking tease, you're going to get what you're asking for." before sinking his teeth into it. She cried out around the cloth in her mouth at the pain of his bite. Her wrists scraped against the wall as he ground into her from behind. Suddenly he stopped and used her hair to reel her body around to face him. She hadn't seen him yet, but it didn't matter as his face was covered with a dark ski mask. Only his lips, dry and thin, and his eyes, glimmering with evil intent, were visible through the thick material. Those lips formed into a grimace as he watched her looking at him and his eyes twinkled a little more. He yanked her head back and forced her hips up against him. He brought his other hand up and clouted her across the face. This caused her face to turn and the pull on her hair to intensify.
Her face stung from his slap, but he didn't give her much time to absorb before using her hair to yank her head to the side and down. She was forced to drop to her knees in front of him. He tipped
her head back and made her look up at him with those big innocent eyes.
"This is just the beginning, bitch." he said with a smirk.
Amanda was beyond the need for release now. The whole rape fantasy had played out in her mind, piece by piece. Her hands were shaking slightly and her vagina muscles were clenching at her fingers. Her other hand had long ago dropped down to rub at her clit as she finger fucked herself. Her moans had grown louder and un-abandoned as she neared her release. Her hair stuck to her face, the heat of her arousal spreading up her body. She could feel her release coming and she bit down on her lip hard in anticipation. She felt her vagina begin to clasp around her fingers harder than before, squeezing over and over in bursts. Her fingers continued moving, but not as fast now. The hand that was rubbing her clit abandoned such attentions and instead moved its grip into the sheets of the bed and seized them tightly. Her hips lifted rhythmically with the waves of pleasure that were spreading up and down her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth parted as hot fast breathes escaped them.
In the after math of her orgasm she lay still. One hand still pushed up tightly against her mound and the other still fondling the sheets. Her breathing began to slow and her eyes slid closed. Her body sunk into the bed as her mind sunk back into a deep sleep.
The End.
Naughty Conference
Angela Knox stood in her walk in closet, shuffling through her clothes wondering what she was going to wear. It had been a few days since her daughter had handed her the letter from Mr. Smythe requesting a parent teacher conference.
She was nervous, not because of what the conference was about, because her daughter was very studious with good grades. She was nervous, because of how Mr. Smythe made her feel.
Every time she went to the school, when she was near him, she felt flushed. She often wondered if he noticed. Was that little grin him saying that he realized the power his presence had on her? Did he often have the same tempting thoughts that she did?
When standing, he had to look down at her, because of their height difference; her being only 5' 4" and him just over 6 feet. He always looked into her eyes. That was a rarity for her. Because of her breasts being very large, it seemed to be the first thing men noticed, but this man always looked into her eyes. Though when those sexy brown eyes looked into her green ones, she would avert her gaze, sometimes lose her words, and stutter a bit.
As she stood there in that walk in closet, she thought of these things and different images passed through her mind. She saw herself running her fingers through his brown hair as he kissed her. Would his kiss be as smooth and silky as her imagination perceived? What would his skin taste like as she ran her tongue along the sides his neck? Would his touch be gentle and teasing as his hands roamed her body or would they be rough with passion.
"Quit being silly," she mumbled to herself. Really, for such things to happen would be unethical for a seemingly straitlaced man like Mr. Smythe. Doing such things with a parent would be too risky. Still she hoped.
Finely she decided on a sage green tank top that was not too low cut, so that she didn't expose her breasts too much. It would show her curves without being overly flaunty. With it she wore a brown hippie skirt with a green tie dye effect that matched the tank top and a pair of simple brown sandals.
When Angela arrived at the school, the moment her car went into park, her heart started racing. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her seat, and took a few slow breaths....slowly inhale...exhale. "It's just a conference," she told herself.
On her way to Mr. Smythe's classroom, which seemed an eternity, she noticed that the school appeared to be empty, but in the distance she could hear something that sounded like a broom sweeping, possibly a janitor. After all, it was five o'clock at night. Usually by that time most of the staff was gone for the day.
When she arrived at Mr. Smythe's classroom, the door was already open. She stood there for a moment, watching him. He sat at his desk under the florescent lights. Apparently deep in thought, he smiled slightly as he lightly scraped the center of his bottom lip with his two front teeth. She felt her heart beat speed up again. God that man is sexy, she thought to herself.
She took in a deep breath. When she exhaled, he must have heard her, because his head came up quickly. His eyes brightened as he looked at her and a big smile formed on his face.
"Come in Mrs. Knox!" The tone in his voice was obviously excitement.
As she walked towards his desk, she could feel her heart racing. As if he sensed her nervousness, in a reassuring voice he said, "No worries, it's good news."
"That's good to know," she responded, her voice shaking a bit.
When she reached the edge of his desk, he stood up. He slid a paper towards her using the tips of his fingers. "As you know, your daughter has been doing very well. I'd like to get her tested for our GT classes, but I need you to sign some papers first," he said as he studied her face.
"Wonderful! Of course I'll sign them." She spoke forcing the nervousness out of her voice. She couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't simply sent them home with her daughter. You would think something like this wouldn't be worthy of a conference. Did he arrange this so that he could be alone with her? Wishful thinking.
She reached her hand down to the paper that his fingers were on. As her fingers touched the paper, he moved his hand to the top of hers, lightly touching with tips of his fingers, moving them slowly from her wrist to the tip of her fingers.
She closed her eyes slightly, feeling her breathing quicken and her heart beat a little faster. A tingling sensation moved through her body. She suddenly felt warm heat rush to her groin area. Her pussy pulsated and she became wet with the anticipation of what would come next.
When his fingers reached the tip of her fingers, she raised her eyes to meet his. This time she didn't avert her gaze. She allowed herself to absorb the passion in his eyes, letting him see her apparent lust.
After a few seconds, he quickly moved to her, forcefully putting his hands through her long red hair as he moved his head down to hers. His lips forced hers open as he probed her mouth with his tongue. The musky smell of his aftershave, the feeling of his firm grip as his hand pulled on her hair, and the silkiness of his tongue, made her drunk with passion.
They tore at each other's clothes, breaking their kiss only to remove their shirts. Hands groped instinctively without thought; hers to his hair pulling him closer, her fingers digging into his back, roaming his chest feeling the curve of his muscles, and then feeling his hard cock outside of his jeans.
His hands roamed to her chest, moving the white lace of her bra down, revealing her large breasts, cupping her breasts, and teasing her hard nipples. He pinched her nipples slightly and then a little harder, twisting them, and playing with her nipple rings.
As he released his kiss, his hands moved to the side of her stomach. With a strong grip, he lifted her onto the desk, oblivious of the papers crumbling under her ass and falling to the floor. She leaned back using her arms to support her weight as he pulled her skirt up to her waist. Then he stepped back to admire her.
She laid there exposed, her breasts lying outside her bra and nipples hard , legs spread, and her wet pussy exposed. Overcome with desire and want, she put her weight on one arm, while the other played with her breasts. Her hand moved below to play with her wet clit and two of her fingers plunged inside to fill her need for him, and then back up to her mouth, tasting her own sweet yet salty nectar.
"Please." The word escaped her lips in rasping breaths. Answering her pleas he began to remove his jeans, exposing his exquisite hard cock. His body wedged between her thighs and she sat up pushing her body close to his. His fingers probed her, feeling the hot moisture there, rubbing her g-spot and feeling it get larger with every stroke, the smell of her sex getting stronger as she got closer to climax.
Her mouth was on his neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking faster with every stroke of his fingers. The smell of his afters
have and salty taste of his skin mingled with the scent of her own smells, adding to her arousal.
As shivers went throughout her body, her muscles tightened around his fingers, and she bit down slightly on his shoulder blades from the intensity. Hot liquid released onto his hand and desk, drenching the back of her skirt. She stayed there for a moment, using his chest to support her and listening to the steady sound of his heart beat as her body relaxed from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Turn over," he demanded. Following orders, she turned around laying her chest on the desk, her ass exposed. With his hands on her ass for balance, he plunged deep inside her wetness. She let out a little screech from the force of his cock filling her. Her muscles there tightened as she sucked in a deep breath. As if it had a will of its own, her body responded, her hips moving back and forth, feeling the friction on her g-spot.
His body responded with the same rhythmic motions, moving away just far enough for the tip to be inside, then plunging deep inside feeling her cervix. Each time there was a slapping sound from his pelvis banging against her ass. With each hard thrust, she let out a moan. Her teeth dug into her hand as she felt herself getting closer to climax.
His hands reached for her hair, pulling harder as he got closer to release, making her own arousal more intense. His sweat dripped on the small of her back, turning cold from the air-conditioned room, and sending goose bumps down her spine.
He leaned forward, his chest on her back, the smell of their sex and sweat mingling together. He began to move his hips faster, plunging deep and hard inside of her. The front of her thighs pushed hard against the edge of the desk with every thrust, but all she could feel was pleasure.
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