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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Having spent a week at my parents place in Newcastle, my mind started to wander slightly, and as normal, I ended up surfing the internet on my brand new Apple laptop. Once mum had decided to go to bed, this left me, myself and my mind to wander even more, so decided to login to a website that I've not used for a while. Its one of the standard websites, where theres a variety to discuss, but with the mind playing overtime, I ended up in one of the x rated ones. I was slightly cautious, polluting my new laptop with filth at such an early age, but well, I was bored. I never really tend to chat that much on there, more watch the conversation go on, and observe a little, but there was some lass, Laura, who kind of blew my mind. She was younger than me, but that never made a difference, so I decided to attempt to chat to her. I got a reply straight back, which was brilliant, so ended up nattering to her more. She looked slim, although I was told that she was correctly a size 12, with dark hair, in a self confessed mess, but she looked very sexy.
We continued to chat, until her internet timed out, and normally when that happens, you either take the hint, or leave them a message. The conversation flittered in and out of naughty stuff, into normal day stuff, back into naughty, so thought I'd drop her a message with my story url. This website of course blocked the address, but had an almost immediate reply back, giving her msn address. I was shattered and we had talked for about 3 hours and it was 1am on xmas day, but thought what the heck. The first thing she asked, was if I'd write her a story, of course, I like a challenge and not really done one for a while. She asked when I was heading home, so I said boxing day. It went silent for a while.
Later that morning, I checked my emails, and Laura had dropped me a mail, asking what time I was going home on boxing day. I replied saying I'd be leaving about 10am, to get me home with enough time to sort a few things out. I hung around, and nothing for 10 minutes, so went off and done family stuff. Before settling down for the evening, I checked my mail again, and sure enough, I had another email, asking me to meet her at a service station on the way down, near her place. I was a bit nervous, shy, horny as fuck, and in the need of some interaction which didnt revolve around playing "shop" with a 3 year old and talking "times of old" with the folks. I replied saying I'd be there at 1pm, and also included my phone number, just incase I got held up, or Laura's plans had changed.
That morning, I made sure I looked decent, packed my gear and the car and said my goodbyes. I zoomed down the motorway, things flying through my mind, like would she turn up ? is it a complete joke? will she be with some eastern european bloke who wants to hurt me and nick my wallet. I got there, parked up and dropped her a text. Instantly, she replied, saying she was at the shop and to go meet her.
I got there, not really sure what to expect, but saw her smile, and grin, and we hugged and gave each a passionate long kiss, which straight away ended up in her nails being embedded in the back of my shoulders and neck. I let out a yelp, and she whispered, "whats wrong? can't handle it? she blushed and we sat down. We continued talking, just as we had in the early hours of christmas morning. Every so often, her hand would slide under the table, squeeze my leg, followed by nails being dug in again. We continued talking, flirting and play fighting for a couple of hours, and I noticed it was getting dark. I whispered that I had best leave, and she coyly dipped her head. She looked up, whispered, did I want to help her with her course work, as she had loads of fashion work to do over the holidays. She also said that she lived about 10 minutes away, but would have to smuggle me in as her folks were still about.
10 minutes later, we arrived at this massive house. It was tall, yet at the back, you could tell it needed some work doing to it. She pulled her car up to mine and suggested I parked down the back alley, so no one could see us. I done as she told, still expecting the eastern european bloke to twat me with a hammer from behind. She met me at the gate, there was no noise at all and she held my hand, and we kissed. The harder we kissed, the closer we got, biting each others bottom lip, feeling like blood was escaping and trickling down out chins. It was so dark and so cold, and I slid my knee between her legs. She was wearing black DMs, a black dress & leggings, and instantly, felt her soaking wet on my knee. I pressed in harder and she let out a moan and groan, yet smiled. She looked into my eyes and grinned, sliding the hand that was cupping her face, down towards her chin, further down towards her throat and she stopped. She kissed me hard, harder than ever before, and wrapped her hand around mine, tightening my grip around her throat. She let go and I felt my hands sticking to her throat. By this point, she was rocking against my knee, with me feeling her underwear sticking to the denim. The harder I gripped her throat, the harder she pushed herself into my knee. I released one hand and pressed it over the top of her dress. It was clear to the touch that she wasnt wearing a bra, but her tits were so pert, with every squeeze and gentle touch, her nipples became more and more harder. By this point, I knew fine well that she'd bitten my lip far too much, as she was gently tasting the claret from my mouth. Moaning and groaning, I slid my spare hand into her french knickers, feeling the wetness against my fingers, and her moaning to my ears. I couldnt help it, feeling the control of each time, squeezing her throat a little harder.
She lifted her dress up a little higher, sliding her hands over her frenchies, rubbing her soaking wet clit, letting me every so often spank her pussy. The noise of her wetness against the material was beautiful, almost as perfect as her soft purring and moaning. I looked into her eyes, and I heard a rip, I looked down and she's slid her finger tips into her pussy over her parted underwear. I was completely turned on, and my cock was visible over the denim, like contours on a map. She took one hand from her pussy and rubbing her soaking wet fingers over my jeans. My cock just grew, feeling it throb and pulsate with every touch. We wanted each other, and you could smell our sex in the winter air. She bent over, pulled her underwear down from her legs and took it into her hands. She grinned, want this? she asked. I couldnt turn around and just say no, could I ? on boxing day, I'm teasing and seducing a beautiful young woman. I grinned, and nodded. She rammed her soaking wet underwear into my mouth and pulled me by the hand. She opened a door at the back of the house and we walked around like a ninja about to attack.
We went down to a basement, the door closed behind and then the light went off. Laura had a glaze in her eyes, and her dress was physically covered in her juices through the excitement. She whispered, removing her underwear from my mouth, that this was her area of the house, and her folks were a couple of floors above, but we still had to be quiet. I had a look around her room, with her work visibly on show. I took a silk scarf and pushed her to the bed, tied one hand to the metal post. I got up again, looked around, found some silk underwear, tied her 2nd arm tightly to the metal bedpost. She admitted that the underwear that she ripped outside was her own, so she didnt care that they were destroyed.
I pinned her to the bed, part of it was shock on both of our parts, but she let out a sharp moan. Sliding her dress up her body, kissing her breasts, kissing her ribs on her ribcage. She squirmed with excitement, flicking her nipples with my tongue, circling and caressing slowly. I started to kiss her lips and without a flinch, she decided to bite my lower lip, piercing the skin and we could feel the blood running down between our faces. That was too much, it twisted the dial from horny, to fucking horny and needing sex. I wrapped my fingers around her throat, squeezing, while sliding between her legs, pressing my jeans up against her bare pussy. Laura started to purr, but almost pushing into my hands. She whispered, fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me now. My cock pulsated with excitement and pulled off my jeans and removed my boxers, using them to tighten around one of her legs to the bed. I pressed my cock up against her naked pussy, spanked her clit with it gently. These gentle spanks ended up getting faster, harder and more furious and occasionally sliding my cock against the entrance of her pussy.
The more I teased laura, the larger her eyes grew and more she pushed into my throat. This made me push down on her throat more and slide my long hard thick cock deep into her. Laura let out a massive scream, which must have disturbed her folks as there was loads of movement all of a sudden. I fucked her, harder, faster, while her hands could barely move away from the bed. Her tight pussy flinched against my cock, her muslces tightening up against my hardness. I felt her juices soaking into my skin and still, she begged for more sex. I untied her hands from the bed and straight away, arms around my shoulders, digging nails into my flesh, dragging her nails backwards to cause friction.
Her pussy was throbbing as much as my cock was. She was panting heavily, whispering to me to cum deep inside her. I whispered to her that I would only cum inside her once she tells me what she is. I squeezed her throat and she let out a huge moan, shouting that she was a dirty whore and loved being treated like a slut. The louder she said it, the harder I squeezed on her throat, the harder I fucked her pussy. I let out a loud grunt, felt like I stood still for 5 minutes, but within half a nano second, I was fucking her harder & faster, filling her pussy full of my hot cum. I released her throat and she let out a massive sigh, grinning and looking into my eyes, cupping my face and pulling me close. We lay there for a good 10 minutes, unable to move due to sex related injuries.
We managed to get dressed just in time, as Laura's dad burst into the room, with a bit of a pause. He asked if I was your friend from uni who had come to help model your gear. She laughed, nodded and moved her ripped underwear from the bed, where he left. We both laugh, knowing fine well he knew what was going on. |
