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I barely know you. That realisation comes to me out of nowhere flooding me with a sense of mild panic. Why did I think I was in control of this situation?

I only met you a few hours ago. It was a good first date. Good enough for me to not want it to end. So when you suggested I come back to yours for a drink, I didn’t think twice.

Fuck, I’m struggling to even remember your name. I’m struggling to concentrate on anything right now. Not knowing you means I can not predict what you’re gonna do next.

I remember you leaning in to kiss me. I remember wanting you to so much, wanting it all. Your hands wandered under my thin dress as we kissed making me gasp and moan a little into your mouth. I straddle your lap wanting to feel you harden against me, but as I do you grab my ass with both hands and stand up with me wrapped around you. I can feel your fingers digging into my inner thighs as you carry me into the bedroom and it’s making me feel insane. I need you to fuck me so badly.

But you don’t. You lie me down on the bed and lift my arms above my head. Firmly tie first one arm to the headboard and then the other. All the gentle teasing and kissing has stopped now. It’s like I can feel your mood change. You’ve gone quieter. You yank my flimsy dress down and take my tits out my bra carelessly grabbing and tweaking my nipples as you do. I cry out as my pussy involuntarily clenches and I can feel myself getting wetter.

You pull my panties to the side and begin to stroke me. I’m almost embarrassed by how wet I am before you’ve even touched me. My clit is being mercilessly teased by your fingers now. I bite down on my lip hard to stop myself from screaming, hands grabbing on to the ties that stop me from moving, hips frantically bucking against the persistent probing. It’s driving me mad.

After what feels like forever, you finally thrust your fingers deep inside me. To the knuckle. Hard, driving them in and out and in and out until I am lost, so close to cumming. I can not hold on.

Then you stop. And now you’re just watching me while I lie here dripping, half dressed, on display. Wanting to beg you to make me cum. I squeeze my legs together, needing to hide, but you gently part them again. Just the air touching my pussy makes me want to cry.

You’re watching me too intently. It’s simultaneously embarrassing and so fucking hot.

You lean under the bed and bring out a vibrator. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears as you turn it on. I can barely breathe, gasping frantically as you move my pussy lips aside and begin to tease me with the toy. It doesn’t take long for my climax to begin to create up again, this time even stronger. You stop again.

This time I beg you. I need you to let me cum. Please. I feel insane. It doesn’t matter anymore that I barely know you. It doesn’t matter that I’m letting a stranger toy with me. Please just fuck me.

After the third time you play with me, it’s bordering on painful. I wrench against the ties digging into my wrists and barely register the marks they’re making. I’m shaking, my face is burning up it’s so flushed, nipples rock hard, the sheet beneath me feels soaked with my juices.

This time, after you stop, I feel tears prick my eyes. I’m so wildly out of control. But you don’t watch my discomfort. You untie me. Gently rub my wrists. Pull my clothing back into place and help me off the bed, let me lean against you because my legs won’t hold me up.

You tell me we’re going out for a drink in the bar downstairs. I’m so confused, I can not even protest. I let this gorgeous stranger lead me outside and to a bar where I sit with no underwear on, thighs still wet, sipping my drink with trembling hands.

Surely everyone in the place can see what’s written on my face. See how needy I am. But they ignore us and he’s talking normally like it never happened. After a while I begin to calm down. I no longer know what’s happening and I’m just waiting for him to tell me what to do next. It’s like he’s taken control of me.

After we finish our drinks, we go back up to his apartment. I’m nervous now, maybe I should just go home. He’s too unpredictable for me. But I can not not follow him up either.

We’re barely through the door when he starts to kiss me again. This time it’s not as gentle. We’re almost frantic pulling at each other. Undoing his jeans, he pushes me to my knees til I’m face to face with his cock, straining against his boxers. I pull them down and greedily begin to lick and suck at him, but he can not wait. Grabbing hold of my head, he drives his cock all the way into my mouth, gagging me, my eyes watering.

He starts to fuck my face mercilessly until all I can taste is his precum and saliva starts to drool out my mouth. I want him to cum, want to feel it fill my mouth, but he stops. Pulls me to my feet and bends me over, my dress now exposing my ass and leaking pussy.

I moan loudly as he rubs his cock over my pussy lips, pushing my hips back desperately wanting him inside me.

And now he stops, his cock at the entrance of my ass, beginning to press in. I’m so wet, he slides all the way in, stretching me, making me cry out. I’m bucking my hips against the pain and he holds my hips still as I clench and around him.

But then the pain starts to ease and I begin to push back. He complies, sliding his cock all the way out before thrusting straight back into me picking up speed. I groan. I have never felt this full, it’s overwhelming. My hand wanders down to my clit and starts to rub it as he pistons in and out my ass. I moan louder and louder, begging him not to stop as finally I begin to climax over and over again. Wave upon wave of release making me almost blackout as he exploded into my ass.

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