| Straight: Strangers: Fuck of the Century (1/3) |
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It took me a few weeks after losing Heather, but finally I went out bar hopping. I am in a straight and gay/lesbian club, dressed for seduction, and feeling almost foolishly brazen, sitting at the bar, sensuously smoking a cigarette, lightly sipping a scotch, it takes only a few minutes for a woman to approach me. Sitting next to me, she boldly says, “There is something about you that tells me you swing both ways, interested in a mixed party?” Smiling almost wickedly, I reply, “What gives you that idea?”
“You’re definitely on the make, and as I said, I know you go both ways….I’m Uvonda.” “Fawn, and you are correct.”
“I’m looking for a man now, you and I will fuck him into the mattress, if you are interested.” “Sounds delicious…as you look, I know, I can taste your cunt already.”
“As I can yours, as well as smell your juices, you adorably irresistible little doll, let’s get a table, turn on the heat, light the fire, and see what kind of moth we attract.” “With a body like yours it will not take long.”
“And what do you call that man trap you’re wearing, as tiny as you are these simple minded assholes will think you are a timid, push over of an easy lay.” “How do you know I’m not?”
“So much the better that makes two of us.”
Again not minutes after we’re sitting at the table, not one but two men walk over and ask, “I’ve got a hunch you two are a couple who enjoy men also, and like it rough, are we correct?” Uvonda replies in a seductive, coy sort of way, “How very astute of you, but actually I am Fawn’s dominant, she’s the one who likes it really rough. Please sit. May we know who we are talking to?” “I’m Roger, this is Stan.”
So I move closer to Stan as I tell him, “You look just my size.”
Stan is over 6 feet, probably 250, so he asks, “You like it filling right.”
“Overly so, the larger, more the pain, more orgasmic I become, I know you enjoy hurting little girls do you not Stanley.” “I enjoy hearing them cry for mercy if that’s what you mean.”
“Must I, or may I only cry, as I urge you on.”
He shakes his head, looks at Roger, and tells him, “We’re in the wrong place buddy, this one is so motherfucking hot she’s going cum all over the place if we don’t get her out of here.” So with the promise they’ll bring us back for our cars, the four of us get in Roger’s car. As soon as we are Stan is all over me, kissing me madly, pressing so hard I feel as if he’s cutting my lips, his hands everywhere at once; this is not romantic it’s sexual combat, but strangely that seems to be what I need tonight. With one hand squeezing my nipple, the other practically fist fucking my pussy, there is no stopping the tightening of my insides, as I feel my orgasm building to a frightening peek, then escaping as my whole body shakes, trembles and twitches. Weakening me terribly, but since he hasn’t stopped molesting me, I have no chance of recovering, and continue with this terribly pleasant climax crashing through my very being. Finally Roger stops the car, saying, “Hey you two break it up, we’re here.”
As I start getting out of the car my knees buckle under me, Stan catching me, teases me saying, “What’s the |
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