NSFW Story ~ [#2 of 100 Days of Sex]

He sat behind me, as I stay crossed-legged on the floor playing on my iPad. He moved closer, inch by inch. I could start to feel the fabrics of our clothes touch, and his hot breath on the back of my neck sent goosebumps shimmering across my skin. His legs curled around mine as I still sit, trying to carry on as normal.

His muscular arms wrap around me and they rest on my bare knees. I play innocent thinking it was a friendly way to see what I was playing. His hands would ever so gently move back toward the hem on my skirt, his breath getting that little bit heavier with each passing moment. Letting out a slight growl every now and again. The game finished and I giggled as in a ‘right what now’ way, his hands retreated back once again. Until this point I had not moved an inch but now I placed my hand on top of his signalling to stop him, but this gave the wrong impression as he gripped my fingers and pushed me back into him with the other hand.

I was now leaning against him, unsure of what move to make next. I wasn’t entirely sure I didn’t like this, part of me was thrilled this was happening and I felt a twang of pleasure deep within from every touch he gave me but I knew it was morally wrong. My boyfriend could walk in any minute, see what is happening and everything could be over. He was only downstairs after all.  Perhaps this was what made it so exciting, in my mind I wanted him to walk in – what I expected to then happen I will never know.

After a bit more stroking of the skin just under the hemline of my I-know-its-too-short skirt his other hand began to wander. Starting at my hair, stroking down toward my tits, further still until it stopped at my cunt. Before I knew it, the skirt was hitched up around my waist and he was fingering my clit through my little white panties. I was already soaked from the build up and anticipation, his hands knew exactly where to press, which motion to do, at what points to change pace. At this point I wanted him to fuck me, to use me as a sex toy for his pleasure. I wanted him to throw me on my front and fuck me from behind, shoving his hard, throbbing dick into my awaiting cunt. Pulling at my hair and calling me his Good Little Girl until he shuddered and exploded inside of me, using me as his new toy and for me to walk back downstairs and greet my boyfriend whilst his warm come dribbled down my thigh.

My brain was in overdrive – Should I? Shouldn’t I? I knew that in one swift move I could make this happen. That one small moan, or grip of his hair that would signal to him – lets do this. That twang deep inside was screaming at me YES! Do something reckless for once but I turned to look at him which gave my answer for me. His face looked a picture of menace, he didn’t look as if someone who wanted rough sex – that look is fine with me. This was a look of pure evil, like he wanted to rip me limb from limb and leave me to rot. He didn’t want to just fuck his best friends girlfriend, he wanted a prize, I could almost see the devil inside of him as he burned holes into me. Fear ran throughout my veins and my heart started to pound, I knew at this point I had to escape – this wasn’t fun anymore. He kissed me violently, bruising my lips, I turned and rolled away getting to my feet as fast as possible. He also ascended steadily, grabbed my waist and tried to pull me into him. Through out all of this he hadn’t said a word – until I kicked him in the balls – at which point his called me every name under the sun except the ‘Good Girl’ I had envisioned. I stood there shaking my head at him, tears welling up in my eyes, he stood like a statue, waiting for me to make my next move. I could see the outline of his growing cock in his trousers, that fact I didn’t want this to happen was arousing him. It was at this point I wondered if this is how he planned it in his mind? Did he want me to kick and scream, or was this just a bonus. If I had accepted the fate and joined in the moaning would he have liked it as much? Or was his arousal just from the fact I was crying and he was now planning on raping me?

I wasn’t going to find out, instead I ran downstairs to meet my boyfriend with a shaken hug I hurriedly told him everything, he seemed to understand but I could feel the anger surging through him. His hands tightened, pecked me on the cheek and walked upstairs to meet my fantasy lover.

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The effect of adrenaline was unreal, strange thing that chemical. It made me crave more – I wanted it to happen all over again to get this feeling back, to get that unknown twang inside me, to feel unfamiliar hands touch me, to get the goosebumps as he kissed my neck again.

Love
 71094-jess
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[revamp of a previous story]

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