0 comments/ 18073 views/ 1 favorites A Familiar Stranger By: troublegrrl Pulling up to the house I notice his car is not home. Disappointed I make my way up to our front porch and open the door. I notice that my cats are upstairs and quiet, strange for this time of day; usually they are playing and waiting for me to get home. I kick off my shoes with a sigh. I've decided I need to do something to make life a little less boring around here. Maybe I need to plan a romantic evening for us, a nice quiet evening to ourselves, maybe a good movie and some good fucking. We'd both been busy over the past couple of days, greeting each other as we were leaving the house or coming home to bed. All horny again, I walked into the bedroom to change clothes and maybe have a nice hot shower, play with myself until I can decide if he's going to be home super late again or not. I had just shut the door and reached for the light switch when I felt a hand covering the light switch. I let out a small yelp as I was forcibly thrown on to our bed. I was trying to think desperately who was in our place. No one else had keys I know for a fact that he was not home because his car was not home. I struggled on the bed, but there was a hand on the back of my neck keeping me down. Whoever it was had a quick hand because with me lying on my stomach on the bed, I was undressed in no time. I started to panic, trying to kick my legs and hit whoever was behind me. I was covered quickly with a large male body and rendered immoveable. I felt the hand on my neck start to caress slowly. Then he was whispering low and deep in my ear that I had nowhere to go and I should not fight but to accept what was about to happen. I reacted badly to that, I started to struggle harder and try to lift my face off the mattress so I could yell for help or tell whoever it was my boyfriend was going to be home any minute now and he was going to be in big trouble. My head lifted off the mattress briefly but before I could yell anything, there was one of my scarves tied around my mouth. Now I really started to panic. But in all this panic I could feel my pussy twitch and start to get moist. I couldn't believe it, here I was in my own apartment about to be violated by a stranger and I was getting excited. A hand ran down from my neck, down my spine and inserted itself between my legs. Strong fingers were caressing me, sliding around the moistness that was soon growing. Before long I was bucking my hips against those fingers that felt so damn good on my clit. It obviously had been way too long if this stranger was making me all hot and wet. Before long the hand moved and was replaced with a fat thick cock. It jolted me back to reality when I realized it was not the one I wanted and I started to fight again, hoping for an escape. I heard a chuckle and the whispers started over again, trying to tell me this is really what I wanted. I did want it, but not with this stranger, and I was not about to lie docilely while he violated me. I heaved up with everything I had and I must have caught him off guard because I actually got him to roll off of me, but before I could go far I was pushed further face down into the mattress and my legs were being held open by his tucked inside mine. He lifted my ass off the bed and with a hand on my neck he slid into me. I could not get him off of me, and I started to feel lost and hopeless. He was invading every intimate feeling I had ever had and this position was always one of my favorites because it was exactly that, dominance and submission, not just about being fucked but being taken, body and soul. I could feel the tears start; I would never enjoy this position again. Sensing my despair I heard my name being whispered into my ear in a voice I knew well. Too well. I started to buck against my boyfriend in anger but as soon as I bucked he lost control and with a force I had never felt before he rammed his thick hard cock into me, biting the back of my neck, my ears and holding me down onto the mattress. "I know you really don't want me to stop, not right now" he growled as he slid almost all the way out. "However if that's really what you want…" I shoved against him so hard to keep him from sliding all the way out, making myself cum as the tip hit that spot that only feels this good when he does it. He laughs and starts to pump hard, grabbing my hair and pulling back on my head. "Who do you belong to?" It was a game and I knew it, admit I was his and he would give me all I wanted. Deny I was his and he would stop right there and leave. I was so mad about his deceiving me I wanted to say no, but I wanted him to finish me off so badly so I ground out "YOU!" as he thrust deep inside me once more. "Good," he growled. He emphasized each word with a thrust of his hips, "you…are…MINE!" and he leaned forward and braced his hands on the wall as he came, pushing me further into the bed. Once he relaxed enough for me to get up I turned around and pushed him off the bed. "First you scare the shit out of me and then you go all ape on me!? What the hell?" I was so turned on, but I was not done. He grabbed hold of my hands and flipped me on my back, straddling my leg and hip, forcing my legs open. "You know, you never knew when to shut up and obey me woman!" he ground out as he violently rubbed my clit. I started to twitch like I hadn't in ages. I started to squirm, but I could not break free. I could feel a warm tingle in my legs, and I couldn't stop rubbing hard against his hand, suddenly I came, squirting all over his hand, arm and legs, screaming in pleasure when he suddenly took his hand away and leaned over, whispering in my face, "who do you belong to?" I was a lost cause. All I could do was repeat "you…you…you" as I ground my hips against his fingers again. At the end of the night, when we were lying all snuggled up in bed, he asked me at what point did I know it was him and at what point did I get turned on. I was able to have some revenge on him as I sweetly looked into his eyes and say I was turned on the whole time, and I didn't figure out until the very end. I could see him get angry at this statement until he caught a glimpse of my evil smile and sighed, "you are so going to be the death of me yet babe, just you wait until I'm recovered… you will be "punished" for that mouth." But that's another story… A Familiar Stranger So, I'm sleeping on the bed in just my nightgown and boy shorts with only a sheet covering me. The air conditioner is on so low that my nipples are erect even while I'm sleeping. Suddenly, I wake up and I have this feeling like I'm being watched. I look around the room but my eyes are having trouble focusing in the dark room. I see movement out of the corner of my eye when all of a sudden I feel a weight on top of me, pushing me back down and covering my mouth. He's telling me that when he lets go of my mouth, I better not scream or else he'll leave me in so much pain, I won't sit for days. So, I keep my mouth shut as he magically brings out... rope? No, too soft for rope. Feels like pantyhose or something. He ties my hands to the bedposts and tight. Oh my God, ARE they tight! Then he takes out what looks like a tie and covers my eyes, not that I can see all that well anyways. He starts running his hands all over my body, and he pinches my nipples hard through my nightgown. Fucking A that hurts! But it feels kinda good at the same time. I'm thinking, what the fuck, right? He keeps moving his hands all over my body and suddenly stops. I see a flash of light through the tie. He's fucking taking pictures??? Are you fucking kidding me?? "What the FUCK are you doing??" I ask. "How dare you!" I yell. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain on my cheek. Mutha fucker just HIT me!! I'm too stunned to speak. While he has me flabbergasted, he rips my favorite nightgown right down the front. Before I can say anything to this, he puts something cold and round under my chin and says if I make another sound, he will not be afraid to use what's in his hand. At this point, I'm thinking it's a gun and whatever, this will be over eventually. I can claim rape and if he blackmails me with the pictures, at least I'll have evidence to bring to the cops. More flashes of light. This is humiliating! And I freaking shaved earlier!! Gawd fucking DAMMIT! Then I feel him rip the rest of the nightgown right off. Now I'm down to just my boy shorts. Good Lord! He's pulling and cupping and fondling my breasts and it really does feel good. What a fucking night! He begins to pinch and pull and then I feel something cold circling the nipples and I suck in a breath as I tense up. Geeeeeeeeezuz! He must have an ice cube in his hands! How did he know?? OH God! He brings the ice cube down to the underside of my breast and lets the heat there melt it away and let the water drip down my sides which sends shivers all the way up my spine. More flashes of light as the ice cubes melts. God, what is he going to do next??? OH MY GOD!!! I feel an intense burning right on my other nipple!! The fucker is burning me!! OWWWW!!! I can feel tears squeezing from eyes and I know that bastard is getting off on me being in pain. More flashes of light. The burning sensation starts to cool off and I feel his fingers peeling something off of me. Candle wax. Good God Almighty! Again, he knew! How could he know I've always wanted to try that? Fuck! That hurts a lot more than I thought it would! So, now I know he's used ice, and he's used hot wax. What else could there possibly be? He puts his hand in between my legs, fingers on my sweet spot, to find that I'm wet through my boy shorts. Now is the moment when I start to cry as I feel him spread my legs and see more flashes of light. He's gotta be taking pictures of my "wet spot". Then he plays his fingers down my sides, along my rib cage and this tingle of desire shoots through my entire body all the way down to my toes. My body is fucking stupid! I can't believe it! Then I feel his fingers hook inside my boy shorts as he slowly slides them down my legs, pausing at the knee to take a long fast lick along my slit. I can't stop squirming and the pantyhose that surround my wrists pull tighter as I do a full body clench. He pulls the shorts all the way off of my legs and I see more flashes of light. At this point, I'm crying full on now, and I can't believe this is happening. My entire body is shaking and not entirely out of fear. I beg him to stop now. "Please!! Please stop!!" I beg but he's not listening. More flashes of light. Suddenly, I hear more rustling in the room. And whispers. Ohmigawd, ohmigawd, ohmigawd! I feel a tongue on my ankle, slowly licking a trail up my leg, biting at my knee, before continuing up. The hands touching me are softer now, like a woman's. Oh dear God! This cannot be happening!! The flashes of light just keep coming now with only a few seconds in between. I'm so hot with this girl (I'm assuming it's a girl) licking up my leg and the ice and the candle wax.... The girl puts both hands on my thighs and kisses me on my lower lips. All I can do is FEEL!! As she is down there, I feel his hands on my left breast and his tongue on my right. I'm tingling all over and I can't stop. I now have 2 tongues on me and it's excruciatingly sensational! I feel his fingers suddenly on my bottom lip, pulling it, sticking his finger inside my mouth as the girl's tongue swirls all around my clit and her finger is now sliding in and out of my hole. I feel myself cumming as she moves her mouth down to swallow it. The flashes are still going off so they must have on a timer. Ohmigawd the ecstasy! I bite down on the man's finger as my orgasm washes over me. He grunts in pain but doesn't hurt me for biting him. He shouldn't! He knows why I did! The girl continues to lick my slit as I suddenly feel the helmet of the man nudge against my lips. I clamp my teeth down, trying to deny him from entering into my mouth but I can't keep them closed as the girl is a fucking bombshell with that tongue of hers. Then I feel teeth on my clit and I'm pretty sure I just came again! As my mouth opens in a moan, he slips his dick inside my mouth and at this point, I'm so greedy I don't give a fuck anymore. I start to lick around the outside of his helmet and I hear him moan as I softly drag my teeth across his tip and lick the pre-cum already coming out. For a split second, the thought that he tastes familiar enters my mind but is out in the next because I just can't seem to get him all in my mouth! I can't seem... to get... high enough... Aaaah, he lowered himself some and now I've got his whole cock in his mouth. OW! She just bit me again but fucking A! That felt good! I think every nerve in my body is on overload. I don't know how much more I can take as I keep sucking on his dick and she keeps tongue fucking me and I think I came again in there somewhere. I just know I've lost track of how many times I've come and time itself. I suddenly feel him start to swell and I know he's about to cum. And she's got 3 fingers in me know pumping a lot faster and the entire picture must look amazing. Now I kinda want a copy of those pictures for myself!! My hips are grinding her face and I'm soaked in juice and sweat and it's deliriously wonderful. He starts to cum at the same time I do and I start to choke on all of the cum but it's good. I'm surprised with how much I like it. She finally stops licking my cunt and he pulls out of my mouth and I get disappointed thinking "Is that it??" I could almost cry because it was so good. Then, she kisses me. Her mouth is soft and sweet and completely drenched in my pussy juice and I can't seem to get enough of her. I can feel his weight in between my legs as I feel his cock stroke my slit, up and down and up and down and oh it feels so good. She breaks off our kiss and straddles my face. I totally was NOT expecting that. She tells me to lick or she'll sit on me, so I do what anyone would do in such a hot and sticky situation... I start to lick. Slowly at first as I've never done this, but she does taste as sweet as I do and suddenly I start licking faster. I start sucking and nibbling on her clit just to see how she likes it and boy does she like it! She starts moaning immediately and I feel her fingers invading my mouth space. At the same time, he lunges into me and it hurts at first, but as my pussy gets its fill of him, everything starts to feel so perfect. I shove my tongue as far into her hole as possible as he starts pumping my pussy faster and faster. It doesn't take long before all three of us are cumming together and it's one earth shattering orgasmic experience. When we all catch our breath, they get off of me, and I hear more whispers. The lights finally stop flashing. I hear clothes rustling and more whispers. I'm so exhausted and pleasure filled that I can't even ask questions. I hear a door shut and hands untying me from the bedposts and the tie lifted from my eyes. I blink like crazy trying to focus in on the beaming face in front me. It's my Dan! We fall asleep in each other's arms and I smile to myself knowing I will, in fact, get to keep those pictures. A Familiar Stranger ""Damn it! This is soo not my night," The shapely brunette sighed, pressing her knees together she squatted low to the ground and retrieved the spilled contents of her purse. The wind picked up and she brushed the unruly strands of her flowing ebony tresses from her face, revealing sparkling cinnamon eyes. The shimmering flecks of aureate in her almond shaped orbs were further enhanced by the warm honey of her complexion. "Hey, you sure you want me to leave you here?" The driver motioned towards the unassuming building. His voice apprehensive the expression on his faces questioning. The girl smiled at his concerned look. His dark eyes narrowed with uncertainty. Crinkling his nose, the lines in the man's forehead deepened into noticeable creases. "It just don't seem right leaving a young girl in a place like this." Earlier that evening when he picked her up outside the popular eatery, he'd been certain the girl would want to go to one of the local clubs that the younger crowd frequented. Her request to be driven so far from the bright lights of the big city puzzled him. She flashed him an innocent smile and assured him that she knew exactly where she was going and that her brother lived only a few miles away. The middle-aged father of two teenage daughters was certain that the girl smiling reassuringly at him wasn't much older than his girls were, but had reluctantly accepted the fair. Now he questioned his decision. "Look, it's late and I'm sure your brother's already worried bout you. Why don't you let me drop you home?" He question again his paternal instincts urging him to safeguard the young woman who'd temporarily placed herself in his care no less than a half hour ago. He frowned when she shook her head. Long dark strands fell over her shoulders and brushed along her rounded cheeks before settling smoothly against her back. She looked young, far too young to be left alone in a place like this. "Hey girl, my shift don't end till morning," He leaned forward picking through loose receipts, parking tickets, and old gum wrappers carelessly tossed in the glove box, his fingers finally landing on what he'd been searching for. "When you're ready to head over to your brother's place, give me a call ya hear? It ain't decent for a doe eyed thing like you to be walking around these back roads all hours of the night." She smiled warmly in appreciation of his concern. "I'll be fine. Thanks for the ride and keep the change." She deposited a large bill in his hand, stuffing the money into his unopened fist before quickly jaunting off with a dismissive wave of her hand and a whispered goodnight. Shifting his car into gear, the man decided to head home. He made a U-turn back onto the main road, saying a silent prayer that he wouldn't see the girl's pretty face on the late news. He turned on the radio and tried to ignore the twinge of guilt rolling in his gut. He had no real cause for concern. He'd dropped her off at an establishment he'd frequented himself once or twice. Hell, some of the guys in there were poker buddies of his. He sighed. Those 'buddies' were what worried him most, not that they were a bad sort. They were hardly criminals. If you looked passed their foul language and rude behavior they were a decent bunch, provided they hadn't been drinking much. The cab driver glanced at the clock, groaning as he confirmed the late hour. There was no way Frank and the boys weren't good and toasted by now. Those fella's lost all traces of common sense and decency when they got drunk, and at least two of them would be three sheets to the wind by now. Sighing heavily the man cursed his good nature, switched on the right turn signal and headed back. Wearily he smoothed a hand over his face and waited for the light to change. He heard the screeching of tires, but never saw the speeding truck that barreled through the light. ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ Sighing, the young woman tugged at the sleeves of her faded dark denim jacket. She nibbled her bottom lip, smoothing her hands over her butt and thighs. It was a nervous habit of hers touching the parts of her body she was most self-conscious about. She was a curvy girl. The boys she'd known back home called her 'thick'. Slightly taller than average she carried the extra thirty-five or so pounds well. She glanced down at her feet. In her kitten heels, she was 5'8. Not supermodel height, but tall for a girl. Smiling to herself, she was thankful for the couple of inches that let her get away with her love of decadent desserts. She adjusted the dark denim miniskirt. Satisfied that the material was preserving her modesty and ran a hand through her tousled hair before reaching for the door. Just as her fingers wrapped around the cool steel of the cylindrical handle the large wooden door creaked open. She gasped, taking an involuntary step back startled by the sudden appearance of the lanky man with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked her up and down. His eyes roaming over her provocatively dressed frame. She pulled the open edges of her jacket closer together when his eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts straining against her inky black cotton off the shoulder top. Smiling shyly, the self-conscious girl slipped passed the leering stranger through the heavy door. Once inside and away from the unsettling gaze of the man in the parking lot she exhaled the breath, she'd been holding during his visual perusal of her body. Settling her nerves, the girl glanced around for a place to sit. It was late and whatever crowd there might have been had long thinned out, leaving plenty of choice seating. She decided on the bar rather than a table and waited for someone to take her drink order. The bartender walked over and stared at her for a moment, eying her suspiciously. His gaze was annoying, but not unnerving. She knew what he wanted and unlike the man in the parking lot, it wasn't sex. Giggling lightly, she tossed her hair over her left shoulder before digging through her overstuffed bag in search of proof of age. Uttering a soft squeak of victory and wearing a triumphant grin, the baby faced young woman pulled her driver's license out and handed it over. The barkeep eyed the little plastic card skeptically for a long moment before returning it to her hand with a grunt. "Scotch on the rocks with a lime wedge please." She chirped, with a sense of self-satisfaction. Looking like a high school kid had its drawbacks, like trying to get a drink without being scrutinized. She heard him before she saw him. The sound a low rumble, more of a chuckle than a laugh amused, but not mocking. Placing her purse in the seat adjacent to her, she turned slightly to her right in search of the owner of that laugh. He sat several seats away towards the end of the bar a beer in hand, his face in profile. She watched as he lifted the long neck bottle to his mouth draining the last of it before setting it down on the worn wood bar with a dull thud. "Where you from darlin'" He questioned without looking at her. She shifted in her seat trying to get a better look at him. His voice was a rich base with husky undertones complimented by a southern accent just heavy enough to serve as proof of his pedigree without being hackneyed. She sighed, more than a little curious to see his face now. Anxious for him to speak she turned around on her stool her back against the bar, resting her elbows on the railing. After the night she'd had the thought of spending the rest of her evening listening to the dulcet tones of the stranger a few seats over was quite appealing. The bartender sat another bottle down in front of the man and the girl frowned wondering why she hadn't gotten her drink yet. Grinning she realized that, he still wasn't facing her, but he was watching her out of the corner of his eye waiting for her answer. "Around." She shrugged a hint of a giggle in her voice. The corners of his lips quirked, another low rumble rolled up through his chest. "Yeah, but not around here." He tossed back, tilting the nearly full bottle into his mouth and taking a long swig. Her grin stretched into a smile. "No, not exactly, my brother was raised around here though. I guess you could say I'm a northern girl trying to regain her southern roots." He took another sip of his beer before setting the bottle down. "Is that right? So, what part of your search brings you in here?" She snorted, sitting up straight and spinning in her chair so she could face the inquisitive stranger. "The part that got me a date with that self impressed, over indulged frat boy." Intrigued by the disdain in the girl's voice, he turned to face her, really seeing her for the first time. He took in her subtle beauty, the smooth lines of her youthful face. The pout of her full glossy lips, the way her bright warm eyes sparkled in the dim lighting. He shifted trying to ignore the stirring in his loins. She was young, too young. Though, Harry had let her stay even served her a drink. The girl had to at least be legal. "What's your name hon?" He asked with an easy smile. Reserved by nature, she gathered her courage and rose from her seat, collecting her purse and drink. With a light toss of her long dark hair, the curious young woman made her way towards the end of the bar stopping one seat over from the alluring stranger. "Savanna." She said her name as a complete sentence, her voice a sultry whisper, the same warm honey as her complexion. She shook her head lightly a smile on her face. "I know, I know. I may not quite be a prim and proper southern bell, but I am a Georgia peach... by birthright anyhow. I just got picked from the tree a bit too early you see." He stared at her, his eyes slowly roaming the curves of her body. A leisurely smile turned the corners of his mouth a glimmer of heat dancing behind his blue eyes. "Mmm... looks to me like you ripened just fine." A small smile curved her lips as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. "Mind if I um..." She trailed off motioning to the brown leather seat. A pang of fear tightened her gut at his hesitation causing her to nibble nervously at her lower lip. "You know what... never mind. I'm sorry. It's just that..." She began to blurt out in a jumbled rush as a desperate need to flee gripped her. Shaking his head, he cut off her rambled flow of words. "Now, why are you trying to run off?" He inquired amused by her frightened attempt at retreating. She shrugged, staring at her feet. "I wasn't... it's just that...I mean you didn't..." Embarrassed she gingerly massaged her left temple praying that this moment was an alcohol-induced delusion. "You gotta slow down baby girl." He admonished watching her fidget. She stood frozen hoping she wasn't making as big a fool of herself as she suspected. The light slapping sound of the man patting the stool next to him drew her attention. "Come here and sit that sweet Georgia ass of yours right down next to me." Nodding the self conscious girl shuffled towards the empty seat. She was a bit light-headed from the shallow breaths she'd been taking, or maybe it was the scotch? Savanna tried to focus on the man sitting next to her. Her heart fluttered when she realized how close they were. She took a deep breath filling her lungs. Perhaps the unsteady feeling could be attributed to her new found companion. "So, you're obviously a local boy. Mind telling me your name?" There it was again, a chuckle a low rumble of laughter. That sound warmed her tummy and made her shiver. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a slow sip. The burn of the drink trickling down her throat combined with the rising heat in her body made her feel flushed. Savanna shrugged out of her jacket, draping it over her bag in the seat next to her revealing more of her sun-baked skin and making the swell of her full breasts more noticeable. He watched her remove her jacket and couldn't help but notice how the light weight material fit snugly over her youthful breasts making her hardened nipples clearly visible. "Hmmm... I'm hardly a boy, but I am a Texan born and bred. You my dear can call me Trent." He watched her, noticed the light tint of her cheeks. She seemed anxious, flustered. Had he done that to her? "Now, what's a young thing like you doing in a bar full of old men? Savanna giggled, shaking her head. "I'm not all that young and you're hardly an old guy." She stared at him, scrutinizing his features the strong line of his jaw, the perfectly angled slope of his nose. Her eyes drifted to his mouth and her tongue darted out and traced along her lips as she wondered what it would feel like to kiss him, have his tongue glide along hers, his mouth hot and insistent against her skin. Clinching her thighs together, she took another sip of her drink. Liquid heat pooled at her center as unbidden images of carnal delights played in her head. Trent mentally groaned as he watched her little pink tongue dart out of her mouth and glide along her glossy lips teasingly, slowly. He wanted to suck on that tongue of hers coax it into his mouth and massage it with his own. The increasing tightness in his jeans caused him to shift in his seat. Ignoring his growing erection, he smiled as the smell of her perfume wafted into his nose. It was a light unassuming floral scent with a hint of spice. Deciding the fragrance suited the beautiful young woman seated next to him, he couldn't help but wonder how she tasted. Images of Savanna naked on his bed with his face buried between her soft thighs assaulted him and his cock twitched in response. "How old are you darlin?" She looked up at him through her thick lashes eyes alight with mischief. Her lips curved into a sultry smile. "I'm legal in all fifty states so don't worry your not committing any crimes." He nodded returning her smile with a grin of his own. "I'm sure some of the thoughts I'm having about you are illegal in one or two states. Besides, I'm old enough to be your father." He admitted signaling Harry to bring the girl another drink. Savanna scrunched her face up shaking her head in disagreement. "Doubtful, though I don't think I'd mind calling you 'daddy'." She finished with a giggle when the bartender sat a new glass down in front of her. Feeling nervous and overheated, Savanna reached into the glass fishing out one of the ice cubes. Holding the cool block of frozen water lightly between her thumb and forefinger Savanna raised the melting cube to her lips. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth curling around the hardened water before she sucked it into her warm mouth. A long moment passed between the two before Trent reached out, his right hand slipping between Savanna's slightly parted legs. His fingers grazed her soft warm flesh before clenching tightly onto the warn cushion of her bar stool. The corner of Trent's mouth twitched into a smirk when he felt the muscles in her thighs contract as she tried to close her legs and shield herself from his large hand. Trent grunted a disapproving sound, his thumb stroking the smooth toffee colored skin of Savanna's inner thigh as he pulled the startled girl's chair closer, until her legs dangled between his own. He let his knuckles graze her satiny soft flesh Trent leaned forward slipping his free behind the girl's head and into her dark lush hair. He pulled her closer, pleased when he felt her shudder. Savanna looked up at him, every bit the wide-eyed innocent girl he suspected her to be and he closed the distance between them. Their lips met and Savanna's heart stuttered in her chest. His lips glided along hers. She felt his tongue slowly tracing along the crease of her mouth with a startled gasp she opened up for him. His tongue swept into her mouth and she groaned at the sensation. Trent tilted Savanna's head deepening the kiss and she scooted to the edge of her seat desperate to be closer to him. The trembling girl soon found herself on her feet standing between the talented stranger's long legs. She placed her hands on his chest, her manicured nails digging into the fabric when her fingers clenched. Using her grip on the soft cotton she pulled herself closer pressing up against him, her chest heaving. Her nipples hardened at the friction and Savanna squirmed in his embrace as her dripping slit dampened her panties. Trent groaned when the wiggling girl in his arms rubbed against his crotch, her warm body brushing against his straining cock. He broke the kiss, pulling back slightly when Savanna twisted a bit in his arms. She looked at his face, transfixed by his haunting deep cerulean eyes. "Hey Trent, do you believe in... kismet?" There it was again that rumbling sound of amusement. Savanna sucked in her next breath, her teeth worrying the corner on her full lower lip as the vibrations of Trent's laughter sent jolts of sensation along her nerve endings where her taunt nipples brushed against his broad chest. Her hands gently pressed against him as she tried to pull back from his embrace. Trent watched Savanna nibble her lip and wondered if his teasing laughter was making her nervous. She squirmed against his hold on her trying to create some space between them. Trent's right hand shifted gliding along her back as he pressed Savanna's soft warm body closer to his. He smiled reassuringly and lightly kissed the corner of her mouth, softly sucking on her abused lower lip. Trent could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss and he groaned, wondering what the rest of her would taste like. Large hand still resting on her lower back, his long fingers stroked along the dip in her spine to the generous swell of her behind. "Now what did I tell you about trying to run off baby girl?" A Familiar Stranger His voice was alluring. A deep purr that drew you in when you heard it, but there was something else to it. Past the feelings of trust, security and warmth, there was something far more sinister, maybe even primal. It screamed predator. My fight or flight sense was kicking into overdrive as I craned my neck to look up at his wide striking hazel eyes. "Are you ready?" I was snapped back to reality with just those three words, and when I looked down, there was his outstretched hand. Don't do it. You're only going to get hurt! No WAY! DO IT! You only live once, besides he's smoking hot! My mind was waging war, a war I was unsure whose side was going to win until I realized this stranger of a man was already pulling me by the hand, out of the semi-packed bar. When I looked back towards my friends, they were waving me off eagerly, one of them giving me the thumbs up. It was then I realized I had become his prey. The first gulp of fresh air burned my lungs as we moved quickly, walking until we wound up in a dark back alley around the corner. He stopped. He turned around. He was looking right at me. His gaze was hypnotizing, piercing and I felt myself melt as I looked into them, my own reflection looking back at me from the beautiful orbs. My inner thighs were trembling, quivering with the need to be touched, kissed, and spread. He came towards me. RUN he could be dangerous! I didn't run. The once opposing sides of my brain were now agreeing rapidly, but I was frozen to the spot. A hand reached out, his thumb and forefinger taking my chin between them before he tilted my head back so he could really gaze into my deep chocolate brown eyes. "Mon cher, you are so beautiful." His voice was thickened with a momentary French accent and I could feel the chill run down my vertebra. When his minted breath skimmed across my lips I found myself lured and captured in the trap he had set. His hands cupped my neck, and before I could think to say thank you to the compliment he had provided me, his mouth had taken me, hostage. His tongue came forward, licking over the protrusion of my bottom lip, relenting only to lower his mouth and kiss at my collarbone. My bare shoulder became a kissable canvas for him to adore with soft licks and kisses, the occasional bites causing his mouth and tongue to become the brush that painted the soft purple marks on my pale skin. I had realized just how hungry I was for him until his hands slid up the back of my skirt, feeling for the lace thong that I had chosen to wear that night out. I could feel his fingers scrape against my skin, his thumbs digging into the waistband before he drug them slowly down my hips, over the plump cheeks of my ass and down my thighs. He pulled away from the marking of my skin just long enough to hold them so I could step out of them, his hand bringing up the soaked fabric for a deep inhale of my nectar. A groan rumbled in his chest that sounded comparable to thunder as his tongue came out to lick through the creamy residue on the fabric and he smirked at me. He tucked the panties into his pocket, a souvenir to remember and reflect on later, and he came back to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, he lifted me in the air getting my legs to wrap around his hips and my arms around his neck. The cold, tough texture of the brick behind me, scraped against my shoulder and back. Again he captured me into a kiss, devouring me to my soul as his tongue slid over my lips, teeth, tongue, just tasting me as if the kiss would let him taste just how ready I was for him. The clink of metal echoed in my ear, followed by the soft scrape of a zipper being undone. Warm, hard, flesh pressed between my folds, a thick cock ready to sink inside me and I felt a trickle of my own excitement leave my already creamy hole and move down, just to drip onto his cockhead. He smirked against my lips, heated breath skimming against me, and I knew it was time. As he pulled from the kiss, he looked down at me, so he could watch my face. His hips pressed forward, pushing the thickened tool with an eager pressure. Press after press caused the tiny hole of my slit to finally widen enough so that with a sharp - POP! - his cocks head pushed into my cunt. Slowly his hips pushed forward, stretching apart the velvet heat of my walls so that his engorged cock could sink in deeper and deeper. He hit the gold mine - the hard yet pliable wall of my cervix. I purred for this, urged this contact and he growled at my response. The moment his entire cock had settled inside of me was enough for my first orgasm to roll through my body, soaking his cock entirely with creamy juice. This made it even easier for his cock to penetrate me, his hips pulling back only to press back in with a heated rhythm. His heavy breaths turned into groans as he began to buck against me. Each thrust caused my back and shoulders to scrape along the brick wall, and I knew that I'd have marks there for days to remind me of this night. His hands moved from my waist to my hips, grasping the wide handles of my body to allow his own to move faster, deeper, more! With my body suddenly pinned between him and the wall, my hips wriggled, squirmed, desperately trying to urge his body to continue taking me. My orgasms kept coming at a steady pace, my walls grasping around him tightly each one causing myself to only grow tighter around him. I could feel his cock thicken, his mouth was salivating against my own, our drool smearing together on our faces, escaping our lips. Every time he pulled back, a thin strand would connect our lips to which he'd lick off. He dipped his mouth, forcing my head to tilt to the side as he bit me harder, the once small marks becoming bigger and more sensitive. My arms around his neck moved, my hands sliding to his broad muscular shoulders where my fingers curled, my nails pressed down biting through the cloth to his skin. Mine! Mine! Be MINE! One arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers gripping my left side as the other hand slammed against the brick wall. He was practically screaming in my ear at this point, his moans escalating into a primal snarl, "Fuck your cunt feels so good, milking my cock like this, I knew I picked a good one." He laughed, he bit my shoulder and then I felt his cock snap straight inside me. It thickened as it filled, the cum vein on the underside becoming bloated, and his hips thrust even faster at a pace I didn't even know was possible. SLAM! His last thrust pinned his entire body against my own, and my orgasm slammed into me faster than heroin hits a bloodstream - the effects practically the same. Shot after shot of his seed erupted in the depths of my cunt, pooling in my inner back walls being sucked into my womb with the steady pulse of my walls. Blinding white light surged in my head, my mouth clamping down on his shoulder, biting to suppress my screams as they rang out. We came down together, his body still pinned to mine and slowly he lowered his hand off the wall, and with a laugh, he pulled his body back to look down at me, his hand clasping around my throat. "I'm not done with you yet, you're going to take another load inside this slutty little fuck-hole." I couldn't help but groan, my eyes rolling back in my head at his words. Dirty talk made my entire being just melt, and I throbbed around him, milking his cock again. His hand around my throat squeezed for a moment, cutting off all breath from my lungs for just a few seconds before he released my throat, his arms wrapping around me to carry me - still impaled on his cock. "My dirty fuck-slut, I'm going to wreck you." A car was parked in the alleyway and he carried me over to it, dropping me onto it. My body jerked and I yelped, the metal was severely cold to the slight abrasions on my back and I squirmed whimpering my protest, but he would have none of it. A hand reached into his pocket, grabbing my panties and shoving them - crotch side down - into my mouth. "Shut the fuck up you little whore, I don't want to hear another word out of you understand me?" His hazel eyes had turned brown, a deeper color and it was almost as if he had changed personalities. Quickly I nodded, mumbling a 'yes' into the panties. He grinned, his palm coming up to tap against my cheek before - SMACK! His hand cracked against my skin, my head turning to the side and my cunt spasmed - fuck it was hot. He grabbed my face between his fingers, jerking my head to look up at him and he hissed, "You will behave little girl, and as long as you obey me tonight - I'll fuck you till I take you higher than you've ever been before. Got it?" His smile was a snarl, and I nodded at him quickly. My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline pouring through my veins and my mind cursed me. You fuckin' idiot! You should have ran! Look at you now! Face slapped, probably red, marks on your neck and panties in your mouth - he's making you look like a cheap whore! He was. It was true. But I wanted it, I craved it, I NEEDED it. I needed to have a man take control of my body, and god how lucky was I, that I found one in a bar like that? My back arched, my hands rose above my head as if they were bound to the car, and he knew I wouldn't move. "What a good little slut you are." With a bark of a laugh, he pulled back from my body, his hands sliding down my legs till be grasped my ankles. Up, up, up. He pulled them up until they rested on his left shoulder, one arm wrapping around just under my knees, the other around my upper thigh. CLINKCLINKCLINK! The metal of his belt buckle scraped against the car with his sudden, yet rapid thrusts into me. His fingers gripped into my skin as his short nails dug into my flesh, giving him something to lean and brace on so he could speed up even faster. My head tossed back onto the car, brown curls pooling under my head and my eyes were squeezed shut as I screamed into the panties in my mouth. Side to side my head thrashed, and my hips bucked back against him the best they could. "Look at you, you little fucking slut. Trying to fuck my thick cock. Is it not deep enough?!" One the word deep, his hips pressed forward, his arms pulled back and he was balls deep inside my cunt, buried to the hilt. I tensed, my walls clamped down, and I came for him - a fresh layer of my cream coating his entire length. With his deep thrusts, his cock head thrust into the pools of cum in my back walls, pushing his seed down his length to mix with my cream, little bits of the juices frothing where our sexes met. The hand at the top of my thighs moved down to the plump lips of my sex, fingers dragging so slowly against my skin as his nails created a little trail. One single finger slipped between my closed thighs, slipping easily between my soaked lips and landing on my sensitive, swollen pearl. My hips jumped immediately, raising my body off of the hood of the car and he grinned wickedly down at me. "Oh my, my little girl - this must feel good to you hmm? I can feel your clit throb under my fingertip baby, did I do this to you? Drive you this far?" He hissed as my cunt clenched tighter around him, "Oooh, a good slut knows how to milk a cock with her walls and baby, your cunts so tight. Good girl, my good, good girl. Now, let's get these panties out of your mouth, I'm ready to cum, and I want you to scream for me." Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from between my lips, dragging the sticky digit along my skin, between my breasts, up my throat and jaw and hooking into my mouth - and the fabric. He tugged it away, leaving my mouth feeling raw and dry, but my screams of pleasure were bursting forward in a volume I couldn't possibly have known I was capable of reaching. "FUCK! FUCK! Please, please fuck my tiny little cunt! God, your cock feels so good inside me, please fuck me harder!" No longer kept dry by the panties, my mouth began to drool once more, soft slurps from my lips echoing as I tried to keep the amount under control. He was turning me into a cock addicted whore. HIS cock addicted whore. He snarled at me, his fingers reaching into my mouth, onto my tongue before turning and hooking in my cheek. The pressure and pull down caused drool to spill over the side and down my face and I squeezed him once more with my walls. This was it, I knew it was coming. I could feel it as his swollen balls slapped at the underside of my ass. I panted heavily, whimpering for him, "Cum for me, please, I need to feel your cock pulsate inside me and spill your seed into me. Please!" I was begging him as if my life was depending on it as if this moment determined my value. He snerked, pulling his hand from my mouth and once again, he grasped my legs tightly in a bear hug. THWACKTHWACKTHWACK. Rapid thrusts echoed in the air as he snarled and growled. His head tossed backward and a roar erupted from his chest as his balls tensed and his cock exploded inside of me. We came together, the world-shattering to pieces like fragile glass around us. He had leaned forward, pushing my legs back towards my head, one hand pressing itself to the car to hold him up even more. Stream after stream of cum released itself into a flooding mess. Frothy juices spilled from around his cock, my cunts tightness forcing it out even more. Pat pat pat. His hips were slowing down, our minds were de-fogging and slowly, he released his tight grip on my legs allowing them to slide down to his sides, resting gently on his hips. His head landed on my chest as he fell forward listening to my heartbeat, and I tilted my head down to kiss his temple. ""I love pretending to not know you...But you're mine, do you understand little girl?" His head tilted up, his eyes closed except for one that stared at me. I laughed, nodding as I leaned my head back on the car looking up at the sky. My hands had come down, unhindered from the invisible binding. "Yes. I deeply understand." He nodded, "Good. I love you." "I love you too."