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As you ring his doorbell doubts come up. "Should I really have gone to his place? Yes, we've been chatting and calling for quite some time now, but still?". Your heart starts beating fast as you hear his steps and finally see the door moving. Your jaw drops to the floor as you stare at him. He said he was tall, but this tall? Your eyes start wondering up from his belly all the way to the sky. At least that what it feels like.
He greets you with the warmest smile, bends down and offers you a hug. Still stunned you wrap your arms around his neck, when suddenly your feet lift of the floor. Butterflies start flying in your belly as you glide through the air, carried by just one of his strong arms. You close your eyes for just a split second - enough for him to turn around, take a few steps and push you gently but firm against the wall. Your feet still way above the floor, his lips immediately touch yours. Your brain starts turning. "what is happening" you think to your self, as you look down from almost 2 meters (6'7) height.
You laugh, slightly embarrassed you say: "slowly.." he just looks at you, with this incredibly charming smile, and his dark eyes piercing yours. Very gently shaking his head. When suddenly you fly through the room onto his couch. His huge hand wraps around your throat. One hand is enough to cover the entire of your throat. It hits you: he's too strong, he's to tall. There won't be an escape. You're scared, yet at the same time you feel this warmth in your lap, your panties starting to get wet as he pulls you of the couch and signals you to kneel.
You're freaking out as he slowly opens his pants. "what have I got ton myself into? And why am I so excited at the same time?".
You're stunned as he pulls out his humongous cock. You place one hand around it. You place your second hand, and there is still more than enough cock left to pleasure you. You can't handle it: "Sir, this would rip me in half, please don't!". "Don't worry, you will be a good girl and learn how to take it.".
Never have you felt such a cock inside your cute mouth. And never have you been caught between two hands that are big enough to cover your entire head.
You stark leaking as you taste his delicious precum and her his deep vibrating moans and grunts. At this point you stop caring that he will rip you apart. You give in. "Take me." you say as you fall back onto the floor. "see I told you you will be a good girl."
His words mean nothing to you anymore, but the vibrations of his deep voice make your body shiver nonetheless. His hands wrap around your tiny legs as he undresses you - you're expecting pain from his massive cock - instead he grabs your waist, pushes hard and almost manages to wrap his hands entirely around your body. Only an inch or so is missing for his fingers to touch each other. He pulls you in and buries his face between your tight thighs. You wrap them around his head, but they seem so small compared to his wondrous tall body.
Never have you felt such passion in your lap. You arch back. Your eyes roll back. Your brain is off.
Suddenly a moment of excruciating pain followed by immense pleasure, his tall body covering you entirely, one of his hands holding your wrists firmly above your head, while the other covers your mouth and cheeks entirely. His massive cock is slipping you apart, deeper than any man has ever been. You can't move. He is to strong. To tall.
You're losing yourself in his movement, in his moans, in his grunts, he might be saying how much he enjoys your body, but none of that reaches you as his cock is pulsating deep inside you. You shake, you shiver, you ride the tsunami of excitement to orgasm, right the moment he blows his magnificent load inside you.
Cum is leaking out of you, wetting your pants. He decided to keep your panties as a memory, so your pants are all wet. His huge hand and long arm wrap around you one more time as you stumble out of his door, just wishing he will invite you over again.
Inspired by: a special short girl 😉
The stalker, part 1.
Day 1.
You're enjoying lunch with your friend at your favorite café. After a while of friendly conversation and laughter, you notice a guy staring at you from across the room. Dark brown eyes, we'll groomed beard, highlighting the attractive shape of his face. Handsome for sure, but something about his intense stare makes you uncomfortable. As the conversation with your friend continues, you keep glancing over to him, and it seems like his eyes are glued to you. It's almost like he's right there in your personal space. You just can't shake that uncomfort.
As you're getting up to leave, you notice him scanning your entire body, focusing on every inch, almost as if he was undressing you with his intense eyes. You just want to leave.
Your friend and you are walking home, and conversation gets easier as you slowly relax again. You start to feel how tense your body actually was, but somehow his handsome face isn't leaving your mind either.
As you're hugging your friend, in front of your door, you see a tall guy at the end of the street, with a similar jacket to him and for a second you tense, but then you remind yourself. He was sitting in the restaurant when you left, so that's not him.
Day 4.
It's been a couple of days now since that incedent in the restaurant, and you're barely thinking about the guy. Until now. You just entered the bus to get home from work, and he's sitting there, staring at you. Immediately you feel that tension again. That uncomfort. His eyes just slicing through the air. It almost feels like his looks slice through your clothes, expose you. And even though you're so tense and uncomfortable you feel how your lap is starting to get a little bit wet. After all, he's an attractive man giving you all his attention.
As you walk to the door to exit at your stop, you notice how he gets up as well. Still staring up and down your beautiful body. He steps out of the bus a little bit after you and walks just a few meters behind you. You can feel his eyes on your back. His eyes on your butt. His eyes on your legs. You start walking faster, and faster, without turning around, you can still feel him behind you.
As you get closer to your door your heart starts beating faster and faster, you don't want him to know where you live, but you also don't want to look at him and accidentally signal something. But you turn around anyway, and you'd continue walking past your door if you had to. But he's gone.
You realize how stupid that was. He probably wasn't even looking at you.
As you enter your door, you turn around one more time, and from the corner of your eye, you see him standing on the other side of the road, behind a car. Staring at you.
"Fuck, it wasn't stupid, and now he knows where I live".. Your brain goes wild, your breath short, your heart rate explodes.
You come in and quickly want to close the blinds, but you just have to check - he is nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was just in your imagination?
Day 5.
You couldn't sleep all night. You're scared to open your blinds. Scared to leave the house. You call your friend to pick you up to go to work together. And as you leave the house, there is no sight of him. Neither in your favorite place for lunch, nor on your way home. You start to relax. As you open your mailbox, you find a letter with just a heart drawn on it. And inside a picture. A picture of you from the restaurant the other day.
What is happening? And why do you feel your lap getting warm, even though you're scared an uncomfortable?
Day 6.
Another night of rough sleep... But you carefully open the blinds in the morning. Noone there. You take a shower like every morning, walking back into your room with just a towel, you get dressed like always. Continously checking out side whether you see him, but Noone is there. Nothing on your way to work, or on your way home either. But your dread opening your letter box. Rightly so. Inside another letter. Another picture of you, in the towel from this morning. But even worse, he seemed to have taken a Polaroid and put his cock right next to it. Immediately you freeze. What a sick pervert?! You're tense, your heart is beating fast, and it takes you some time to realize, that you're completely wet. His cock is huge. And what a gorgeous shape, and even though you don't want to admit it, your body tells you different. Almost like in trance, you go inside, close the blinds and masturabte looking at his cock.
As you fall asleep you feel so ashamed and naughty considering what you just did...
Day 12
For almost a week now you haven't seen him. No pictures. Nothing. Maybe he got his fun and that's it. And even though you're still thinking about him, you start to let your guards down.
As you step out of the shower into your room, with open blinds and dressed with nothing but a towel, he stands right in front of you windows, staring at you.
You freeze. You wanna scream but you can't. You cannot move for what feels like an eternity. You notice his hands in his pocket is moving. There is a huge buldge in his pants. Suddenly you snap out of it and run back to the bathroom. "Fuck, what am I gonna do? Call the police? Call my friend?" you wait for 15 minutes and take a peak. He's gone. Immediately you run to the windows and close the blinds. "Okay, he's gone.. I can just go to work". You're so scared, yet so excited and turned on somehow. You don't even know where that comes from.
As you step into the bus, you see him again. He's staring at you, and next to him there is an empty seat. With a single head movement he signals you to sit down next to him. Your heart is pumping. Youre breathing fast, and you don't want to, but he seems to have so much control, you do it anyway.
As you sit down, he puts his hand on your knee. Immediately you start shivering. That mix of fear and excitement is thrilling. It's driving you crazy. He whispers in your ear: "you look cute in just a towel."
You blush, you're so embarrassed.
"but, aren't you a little old to wear pink panties?"
You're shocked. How would he know what kind of panties you wear? You closed the blinds! No way he could have known.
"Yes, I have cameras in your place".
He gets up, smiles at you for the first time. But not a kind smile. A devious smile. And leaves the bus. Leaving you in complete desperation. And fear, and somehow: excitement.
Not the usual schoolgirl...
Imagine you're in class. Wearing your short red skirt, your white blouse, slightly open.. No bra. No panties. Your new teacher, in his late 20s very tall, slim, nice beard and edgy jaw gave the class a task to work on.. You're in the back of the class so it takes sometime till he reaches your desk when walking around.. Accidentally you drop your pen as he's in front of your table.. The moment he bends down to get it you spread your legs slightly, showing him that you're not wearing panties.. And instantly you can see a buldge forming in his pants.. For the rest of the hour hes not taking his eyes off of you.. And while every one else is working on their assignment, you start reaching with one hand under the table, stroking your legs and lap, every time he looks at you. The bell rings, everyone is leaving, except you. He walks over to you you, looking you in the eyes.. Your hand already under your skirt, touching yourself, your pussy already wet.. "What are you doing young woman?".. "why don't you have a look for yourself sir?". You push the chair back, and lift one leg on the table. Showing him how you're touching yourself.. His cock is hard instantly. He walks over drops to his knees and starts kissing and licking your wet pussy.. As his tounge is swirling around your clit, and his hands grab your legs, you hear yourself say "sir, I want to feel you inside me".. He pulls out his hard cock, lifts you up, pushes you against the wall and slides his cock deep inside your tight wet pussy.. Both of us start moaning, as my cock slides in and out.. Your nipples are getting harder, as you wrap your arms around me.. Suddenly you hear me say "So you're the school slut fucking every guy you can get huh? Are you a filthy cumslut as well?".. You pretend to look shocked, and slap me across the face, as you do that I push you harder against the wall and keep pounding your pussy.. "Don't you dare call me a slut!" you start to fight me, but the more you fight, the harder my cock pushes into you.. Eventually you manage to push me back, I fall backwards on the large table.. Immediately you slap my cock once, before you start riding it.. Your hand now wrapped around my throat, your pussy bouncing up and down on my huge cock.. "nobody calls me a slut! Understood?".. You slap my face again as you keep riding me.. Touching your clit at the same time, you get closer and closer to orgasm.. Your hand around my throat gets firm, as you start shaking, cumming all over my hard cock, while you feel it pulsating and blowing my cum deep inside you.. As we calm down you put on a smile, lift your hips, move up and without me being able to do anything about it, you start riding my face.. My cum and your juices dripping all over my face.. "who's the filthy pathetic slut now huh? Eating his own cum from a young schoolgirls pussy"...you use my face, smearing my cum all over it, all the way until you have a second orgasm.. That's when you get up, my face full of our cum.. "From now on I only get the best grades.. If not, I'm gonna fuck you again, and make you wear my panties afterwards.. Good luck explaining that to your wife when you get home..".. You turn around and leave me there half naked on the table.. Face, full of our cum..
You're getting ready for dance training. It's a private lesson with an amazing contemporary dancer, so to make a good first impression you put on your black dress, nylons, black underwear and red high heels - matching your lipstick.
As you arrive in the empty dance studio, you're struck by his beauty. Such a tall man, short beard, defined jawline, and his forearms already show how beautiful his muscles would be. You thought he was 29, but somehow he looks more like in his mid-to late 30s. Life experience is shining from his eyes. His smile is charming and warm. His deep voice so calming. As he pulls you in for a hug, you get to feel his strong back, his firm yet warm embrace.. Immediately you feel butterflies.. In his low voice he's asking you "how are you doing today?".. You stutter, still impressed by his charm "... I?.. Ehm.. I'm.. Good, thank you".. "Are you planning to dance in that outfit?".. "no no, I got my sports clothes here, I just.. It's,.. It's just how I dress normally".. "Well, it's beautiful but you should get ready ;)".. His voice so firm and confident, warm and nice, but already you can feel that he has a strict side inside of him.. You go to the dressing room, put on your tight yoga pants and sports bra, to get ready for class.. Together you're doing some warm up exercises, isolation, movement, muscle training, and eventually go into some contemporary choreo.. You can't help yourself but to melt more and more with every word he says.. Everytime he touches you to correct your body position your knees get weak..
In no time the class is over.. You hug him, thanking him, saying goodbye.. In the shower you continue thinking about him, touching your body sensually.. How good would it be to be close to him? As you get dressed you keep thinking about it, when suddenly, the door to the dressing room opens, just when you're done getting dressed. It's him. Wearing a shirt and suit pants.. Damn he looks good. Without a word, he walks up to you, wraps his hand around your throat and looks you deep in the eyes. For what feels like an eternity. You're confused, and scared, and at the same time feel how your underwear is getting wet.
"Let's face it. You wanted me to fuck you from the moment you saw me".
You don't know what to say..
"Be honest, for the entire lesson you were craving for me to use you".
You know it's true but still in shock you're unable to speak.
He just smiles.. "I guess that's a yes."
Slowly he reaches behind you, pulling your dress just above your butt, holding on to your underwear and with a sudden movement ripping it of your body.
His thumb reaches onto your lips and pushes your chin down, your mouth wide open.
"since you don't seem to want to say anything, you might as well hold this for me".. His deep voice and his firm grab make you shiver as he pushes your wet panties into your mouth.
Suddenly he pushes you against the wall, and presses your face against it, pulling his hard, huge cock out, and starts pounding you without care for you..
In and out goes his humongous, dick, making you scream, moan and cry.. The mix of pain and excitement let you shiver, as his cock is thrusting deeper every second..
His hands all over your body, spanking you, pushing you around, the world starts turning, you forget where you are, it's just excitement, or is it pain? You loose focus, then all you hear is his moan, then you loose focus again, just to realize how deep he's actually fucking you, loosing focus again, crying, moaning, screaming.. Even though he's not even saying a thing you feel like a goddamn cumslut, totally out of control, letting him use you any way he pleases.. It just keeps going, turning, shivering, pain, waves of excitement, more crying, pounding, slaps in the face, on the butt, firm grip on your body, and suddenly it calms down.. You're on the floor without knowing how you got there.. He pulls out, reaches down into your lap.. Next thing you know his cum covered hand is smearing it all over your face.. As he pulls those panties from your mouth..
"Those are mine now. Part of the collection."
He smiles as he gets up: "Enjoy your way home, with my cum dripping down your legs and lips.. With your messed up makeup.. And be ready for our next private lesson, cause this will happen whenever I please".. His deep voice still making your knees weak, as he walks out the door, leaving you laying on the floor..
Inspired by @girlwholikestobeuseful