Oldest fantasy part 2 - attempt
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Leaning in close I feel his breath on my neck as he whispers, “You fucking slut. You're all wet'” I try to constrain a moan as he strokes my virginal pussy though my knickers.
The bus is still quite empty and no one is paying attention to us. I’m both terrified and overwhelmed by the situation, but a part of me is also enjoying it. The thought of being defiled by this vile creature is turning me on more than I ever thought possible.
As the bus jolts and sways with its movement, his hand slides under the elastic band of my panties and he touches my clit. His calloused thumb circles it slowly, sending waves of pleasure through me that I've never felt before. My body responds involuntarily, my hips pushing against his hand as he plays with me. The fear is still there, but it's being overwhelmed by the intense sensations he's forcing on me.
I feel his other hand fumbling with his belt and the sound of his zipper. He's getting ready to take things to the next level. I'm so lost in the moment that I don't even realize when he pulls his cock out. It's the first one I've ever seen in real life, and it's right there, in front of me. Thick and veiny, it's not what I expected. I've seen them in porn, of course, but this is different. This is real, and it's attached to a man who's about to use it on me, whether I want it or not.
He forces my head down and I open my mouth to protest, but instead his cock slides in. It's hot and smells of sweat and something else, something musky. He starts fucking my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. I gag, but he doesn't stop. The taste of him is overwhelming, and I feel a strange mix of revulsion and excitement. I can feel his excitement growing as he forces himself deeper down my throat.
Tears are streaming down my face, but I can't pull away. His grip on the back of my head is too strong, and the fear of what he might do if I resist is more than I can handle. But as I start to get used to the rhythm, I feel something else happening. My own arousal is growing, and I hate myself for it.
My panties are soaking wet now, and I can feel his finger sliding inside me. He's not gentle, but the pain just adds to the mix of emotions. I'm torn between the fear and the desire that's building up in me. It's like my body has been hijacked, and all I can do is submit to his will.
I feel his cock swell in my mouth, and I know what's coming. He moans, and with a final grunt, he cums, his hot seed spilling into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow involuntarily, and he releases my head with a satisfied sigh. His hand leaves my pussy, and he zips himself back up. He looks at me with a smug grin, like he's just claimed a trophy.
The bus is starting to fill up with more passengers now, but no one seems to have noticed what just happened. I'm in shock, my heart racing and my mouth still tasting of him. He whispers in my ear, "You liked that, didn't you, you little slut?" And with that, he stands up and exits the bus at the next stop, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the sticky mess in my mouth.
The rest of the ride home is a blur. I can't believe what just happened. The fear turns to anger, but beneath that, there's something else. Something that scares me even more. I realize that despite everything, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being used by that disgusting old man. I sit there, trying to process what that means about me, as the bus takes me closer to home and further from the reality of what just occurred.
When I finally get off the bus, I stumble to my feet, my legs shaking. I don't know if it's from fear or the intense orgasm he forced out of me. The cool spring air hits my face, and I realize I need to clean up. I rush home, avoiding eye contact with everyone I pass. Once inside, I head straight to the bathroom and brush my teeth, the taste of him still lingering.
As I sit on the bathroom floor, my mind racing, I know I can't tell anyone. Who would believe me? Who would understand that I didn't want it to stop, that I liked it? I decide to keep it to myself, to bury it deep down with all the other secrets I have. But as I clean my face and try to regain my composure, I can't help but wonder if this is the beginning of something new, something darker, something that will forever change the way I see myself and my desires.
Leaning in close I feel his breath on my neck as he whispers, “You fucking slut. You're all wet'” I try to constrain a moan as he strokes my virginal pussy though my knickers.
The bus is still quite empty and no one is paying attention to us. I’m both terrified and overwhelmed by the situation, but a part of me is also enjoying it. The thought of being defiled by this vile creature is turning me on more than I ever thought possible.
As the bus jolts and sways with its movement, his hand slides under the elastic band of my panties and he touches my clit. His calloused thumb circles it slowly, sending waves of pleasure through me that I've never felt before. My body responds involuntarily, my hips pushing against his hand as he plays with me. The fear is still there, but it's being overwhelmed by the intense sensations he's forcing on me.
I feel his other hand fumbling with his belt and the sound of his zipper. He's getting ready to take things to the next level. I'm so lost in the moment that I don't even realize when he pulls his cock out. It's the first one I've ever seen in real life, and it's right there, in front of me. Thick and veiny, it's not what I expected. I've seen them in porn, of course, but this is different. This is real, and it's attached to a man who's about to use it on me, whether I want it or not.
He forces my head down and I open my mouth to protest, but instead his cock slides in. It's hot and smells of sweat and something else, something musky. He starts fucking my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. I gag, but he doesn't stop. The taste of him is overwhelming, and I feel a strange mix of revulsion and excitement. I can feel his excitement growing as he forces himself deeper down my throat.
Tears are streaming down my face, but I can't pull away. His grip on the back of my head is too strong, and the fear of what he might do if I resist is more than I can handle. But as I start to get used to the rhythm, I feel something else happening. My own arousal is growing, and I hate myself for it.
My panties are soaking wet now, and I can feel his finger sliding inside me. He's not gentle, but the pain just adds to the mix of emotions. I'm torn between the fear and the desire that's building up in me. It's like my body has been hijacked, and all I can do is submit to his will.
I feel his cock swell in my mouth, and I know what's coming. He moans, and with a final grunt, he cums, his hot seed spilling into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow involuntarily, and he releases my head with a satisfied sigh. His hand leaves my pussy, and he zips himself back up. He looks at me with a smug grin, like he's just claimed a trophy.
The bus is starting to fill up with more passengers now, but no one seems to have noticed what just happened. I'm in shock, my heart racing and my mouth still tasting of him. He whispers in my ear, "You liked that, didn't you, you little slut?" And with that, he stands up and exits the bus at the next stop, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the sticky mess in my mouth.
The rest of the ride home is a blur. I can't believe what just happened. The fear turns to anger, but beneath that, there's something else. Something that scares me even more. I realize that despite everything, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being used by that disgusting old man. I sit there, trying to process what that means about me, as the bus takes me closer to home and further from the reality of what just occurred.
When I finally get off the bus, I stumble to my feet, my legs shaking. I don't know if it's from fear or the intense orgasm he forced out of me. The cool spring air hits my face, and I realize I need to clean up. I rush home, avoiding eye contact with everyone I pass. Once inside, I head straight to the bathroom and brush my teeth, the taste of him still lingering.
As I sit on the bathroom floor, my mind racing, I know I can't tell anyone. Who would believe me? Who would understand that I didn't want it to stop, that I liked it? I decide to keep it to myself, to bury it deep down with all the other secrets I have. But as I clean my face and try to regain my composure, I can't help but wonder if this is the beginning of something new, something darker, something that will forever change the way I see myself and my desires.
5 月 前
But the writer in me wants to speak to your way with descriptions, your ability to capture atmosphere and expression, conflicting sensations and emotions. I think you have done well here.
There is an awful lot of really appalling writing on this site sometimes, but something that reads true and which still stirs arousal is not found that often. I need to read your other more recent effort too, now. . . thanks for sharing this.