The late, seductive bass of the music coursed through my body as soon as I stepped into the crowded member's only Diamond gentleman's Club at Hotel W, breathing air toilsome with smoke and sweat and the high temperature of the balmy summer dark - intoxicating. The flashing lights had me vying for balance as I moved through the crowds of spin, writhing dancers. I went upstairs to the federal agency so I could catch the bunch from there. Liz Davis is 25 year old aspiring res publica singer trying to make in the medicine industry. She is an attractive blond with suductive curvy body, medium size white meat and a nice ass.
I was watching the bunch when my guest a tall slender curvy young woman caught my attention as she walked in. I went down to the gathering introducing myself to her. Liz smiled encounter my eyes, I nodded slightly at her as I came closer, reaching around her waist, pulling her pelvic girdle towards me. We moved together, our sweat soaking through stratum of clothing and mingling trickling down between her breasts. My hands rested against the small of her back, her ass, her neck. She took in my smell -
musty and masculine.
Our apparent motion became continually more animal, my workforce moving up the back of her shirt to pillow on her skin and my face close to hers. She could feel my breathing place hot against her cervix and my teeth at my ear as I whispered : " I want you, stranger. " Our brim met ravenously. My tongue rubbed tantalizingly against hers as she wound her fingers in my hair and soil her hips against my thigh. I trapped her lip in my teeth as her hand found my rooster, rock hard under my denim. Her breath caught in her throat. Enough of these
preliminaries.
I pulled her through the gang towards the room access. We took the elevator up to the penthouse. I put on some
music while this beautiful Whitney Young woman lounged on the couch. I leaned toward her ear and offered her another drinkable. She looked at me over her drink, taking in my bronze skin and salt and capsicum pepper plant hairsbreadth. I looked sophisticated and she thought I was really sexy in an retiring way. She got up saying she really needed to leave. I looked pretty pissed off but didn’t make a big muckle of it, just turned and walked away from her. She breathed a sigh of reliever and left, pulling the flexible tying back her long blonde hair and letting it fall around her shoulders. She ran her fingers through her hair shaking it loose as she walked, then looped the flexible in a knot with the spare part she had with her, putting them both in the pocket of her jeans.
The streets were quiet and derelict and she looked up at the stars as she walked, humming to herself and glad to be out on such a beautiful night. Walking along the hanker road beside the industrial estate of the realm she paused, thinking she had heard a sound. She looked around but there was nothing there, no strait and no crusade. She laughed at herself shaking her drumhead and decided to involve a left field and cut through the park to get to the hotel ; it would be beautiful bathed in the moonlight and always smells of blossom in the summer. She stepped out onto the tree lined path that stretched from one end of the Park to the early and began to walk along it, taking a cryptic breath of the fragrant air.
She froze when she heard a scratch behind her, heart racing and the hairs on the back of her cervix standing up. A cat dig past her out of the darkness and she heaved a sigh of relief, watching the animal disappear into the swarthiness once more and feeling her torso relax. Suddenly her arms were pulled behind her back and held firmly in place while a strong hand grabbed her by the throat. She struggled to get her way, her shoulders screaming in protestation and she took a deep breath to scream when the hired man at her pharynx squeezed, cutting off her air provision.
She was pushed font first against a tree, scraping the skin of her boldness and the human body of her boob exposed by the low cut top she wore. A genu was jammed between her thigh knocking her feet apart and forcing her harder against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It all happened in a matter of seconds but it seemed longer as her head swam and she struggled to breathe. The grip on her throat loosened and she choked, gasping in the cool sweet air. Her attacker was pressed against her pinning her to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with her arms locked in a tight grip behind her back.
The arm holding them in place shifted and she felt a helping hand dip into the pocket of her jeans where she had the elastics. She suddenly realised she must have been followed all the way from the cabaret and in her moment of choler she struggled and jerked her point back, connecting hard with her my boldness. I cursed and pushed into her hard, pulling the elastic band from her scoop. All the air was knocked out of her and dark dots exploded in her field of operation of vision as she silently begged to be allowed to breathe. I pressed my lips to her ear and in a husky whisper I told her “ listen close you little vixen, I’ll only say this once. If you want a declaration with music label, you won't piss me off again. I’ll let you take a breather now Understand ? ” She nodded and I loosened my clutches.
She drank in the fresh air taking deep breaths, restricted though she was crushed between the weighting of me and the tree. Her stomach and chest heaved as she gulped down the air and she slowly began to get a hold on her senses, her fear sobering her up rapidly. I looped the elastic band around her wrists and pulled them tight until they bit into her soft peel, then put a deal over her back talk and reached for the belt on her blue jean. She took a shrewd breath as the actualization dawned that I wasn’t after her fluid phone or her money and with the inhalation came a wave of recognition.
She was about to be raped by the man she had jilted at the club, she recognised the smell of me and the strait of my whisper fell into billet. I tugged her belt disembarrass and tucked it into my cover pocket then popped the clitoris undone and pulled down the zip fastener. Her dungaree began to slip down her pelvic arch of their own treaty and I reached up to grab at her boob. Her nipples hardened and I pinched them roughly between my fingers, her body betraying her to my touch. She let out a small moan " ooooohhhhhh " then flushed red with angriness and humiliation as I laughed at her, still pinching and teasing her tit. She tried to struggle once again but I was as strong as I had looked and she couldn’t budge me.
I pressed against her ear again and her skin broke out in cuckoo bumps at the feel of my warm breath on her neck. “ Your tits are incredible, baby, ” I told her squeezing one in my secure hired hand. “ I wanted you the mo I laid centre on you. If you’re not gon na give me what I want I’ll just demand it from you. ” On the Bible choose I pushed my rosehip into her and she could feel the bulge in my jeans pressing against her ass. When I pulled back from her, her jeans shifted enough to allow them to drop from her pelvic arch and bunch together up at her knee. I pressed against her ass again, grinding into her, still covering her rima oris and squeezing her tits.
“ Those footling shorts look peachy on that ass. Now what’s it like under them ? ” She tried to struggle and pull away from my questing bridge player, begging me to let her go though my other hired hand was still pressed over her backtalk. I slid my way under the waistband of her shorts cupping her pussycat and she felt my fingerbreadth caressing the flesh there, the narrow airstrip of pubic hair pressed into the palm of my hand. Her position with my articulatio genus still between her thighs meant that she was open to my probing touch and my center digit rested on the sensitive folds that were exposed.
I slipped the tip of my digit inside her and there was no way she could disguise how wet she was. She struggled more fervently trying to deplumate her hands free, mortified at the thought of my finger exploring her wet muddle. I pulled my hand from her boxershorts and she watched as I raised my helping hand over her articulatio humeri bringing my digit to my lips and sucking her succus from them. I took my script off her but held her in post with the force of my organic structure, removing her belt from my back pocket.
“ Let me go. Just fucking get off me and let me go, ” she said, keeping her voice as calm and quiet as she could, not wanting to nominate me angry enough to want to japordize her possible tattle career. I ignored her as I looped the belt through the rubber band round her wrists and. “ I swear I won’t enjoin anyone, I won’t breathe a Holy Writ. Just please, let me go. Please ? ” Suddenly I pulled her back and spun her round, her jeans tangled round her legs making her lose her balance. She fell back banging her heading hard on the trunk of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and her vision swam. She shook her head and looked up at me as I caught hold of her and held her up by her articulatio humeri.
I looked slightly concerned and she tried to dally on that, letting her eyes flutter closed and tilting her capitulum forward until I loosened my grasp on her. She tried to plunk away but her movements were too restricted and I was fast, pushing her back and holding her in station with one arm while I grabbed the swath with the former.
I pulled the belt up slowly, forcing her to lean forward so as not to hurt her already aching shoulder. “ This will only hurt you if you make me suffer you, don’t move in any way but how I move you and you’ll be ok, ” I told her. I removed my own rap and went about attaching it to hers then tying them both round the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, pushing her shoulders back until she was standing just against the trunk. She watched me mistreat in figurehead of her admiring my handiwork, her chest heaving with her fuzz falling into her face and her jean almost completely off her legs.
I smiled maliciously and she noticed with a suggestion of satisfaction that she had split my lip when she tossed her promontory back. I stepped into her, pushing her hair from her face softly then kissing her grueling, grabbing her breast and squeezing them. She pulled her face away from me. She could try my rip on her lips. I dropped to my knees and pulled down her pantie with a nimble dork, yanking them off with her jeans. I threw the blue jean to the grass and balled the pantie up in my fist.
She opened her mouth to plead with me but as soon as her lips parted I forced the pantie between them, gagging her. “ That should keep you hushed for a spell. Quit begging ; it’s not gon na do you any good. ” Standing once more I grabbed the low neckline of her fragile shirt and pulled until it tore down the movement revealing mass medium chest clad in pink lace. She watched, eyes wide with ignominy as I pulled the bra up, her tits falling out of the bottom of the inning, surprisingly perky. The bra was pulled up over her head and released behind her shoulders, dropping to her bound hands. Her top hung off her in tag end and I leaned down to draw on her bare teat.
She gasped as I bit down on her mammilla and pushed a fingerbreadth back into her raw pussy. She knew she was wet no thing how she felt about my assault on her. I went back to my articulatio genus and took clasp of her leg, pulling her thigh up and shifting my body until her second joint rested on my shoulder and she struggled again, protesting in spite of the panty stuffed in her backtalk, " stop... please break off... don't do this. " I just grinned up at her and lifted her former leg by the stifle, holding her stage wide apart. Her berm were forced back against the tree diagram and I buried my case between her thigh, sucking her clit into my backtalk and holding her ass in my free hand.
Her body stiffened and she yelled out " OMG... occlusion... STOP ! " as I sucked hard on her sensitive push, lashing it with my knife. I slid my hand from her ass along her thigh and then slid two fingers into her spread out cunt, pushing them in roughly and probing the flesh inside. Her body quiver and she moaned " ooooohhhhhh... aaaaahhhh " when I found her g-spot and started rubbing against it hard while still lapping at her clit. She was now literally dripping wet from my fingerbreadth fucking her tight bitch and my mouthpiece expertly working on her. She felt fold to orgasm but oppose it as hard as she could, humiliated at the treason of her consistence, still trying to skin away from me.
She felt my fingers slip out of her pussy and my pollex took their plaza pushing against the raw spot inside her. She tried desperately to maintain her calmness despite the intense pleasure she could feel wracking her soundbox. Her eyes flew surface as my kitty-cat coated finger pressed gently against her ass. I looked up at her from between her leg and she looked back at me pleading silently and shaking her read/write head. She’d never let anyone near there before and she was terrified that it would spite, even more terrorise that she might like it. I ignored her supplication " please not there... full stop... that is tight... it will hurt " and slowly pushed my fingerbreadth forward.
She screamed out " OMG ! IT scathe... blockage... TAKE IT OUT... PLEASE STOP " as I forced my finger into her ass kettle of fish, pushing it in to the second knuckle and grazing her clit with my teeth. I pressed my thumb hard against her g-spot and sucked hard on her button, plunging my thumb into her freshly violated ass. All this at once was too a lot for her to agitate against, driving her over the sharpness and making her cum screaming out " OMG ! OOOOOHHHH... AAAAAAHHHHH... MMMMMMMM " at the top of her lungs. Her consistency trembled and shook as I sucked and licked at her button and plunged my thumb into her pulsating bitch.
She finally stopped cumming, regaining command of her consistence, her chest heaving and hanging her top dog in disgrace at her consistence’s reaction to my invading touch. I allowed her feet to fall to the grass and grabbed at her chest as I stood up, sucking a nipple into my mouth and pulling one of her legs over my hip. I tilted her chin up and constrict my lips to her neck, then looked at her standing tranquillize and defeated. I opened the buttons on my dungaree and pulled them down with my briefs, my stone hard long thick pecker finally springing free. I lifted her ramification once more, reaching beneath her thigh and placing the head of my throbbing peter aganist her dripping slit.
Liz was very calm down at this point, she blushed and quietly said " my peter was so big and thick that it would not fit. " I gently rubbed my 10 inch long slurred rock and roll hard turncock aganist her clit and pussy. I slowly began to drive the bulbous head word inside her, she was very wet. The walls of her pussy was small and squiffy that I literally could not drive very far into her. The lips of her pussy were wet, but her pussy was minor and tight, the more than pressure I applied it caused botheration, she screamed " OMG ! OMG ! AAAAAHHH ! STOP ! "
As I pulled back some, she tried to jiggle away from me I tried again, but she was sooo small and tight, I told her that, and Liz blushed. The more I tried to sink in her the harder my putz grew. I decided to lube my pecker with spittle to help open up the tight walls up of her pussy. I lubricated her cunt and my cock, then thrusted the bulbous head aganist her pussy, the shaft sank four column inch into her. " STOP ! ", you're hurting me. intercept ! " I pulled out of her, then she felt the bulbous caput of my hard cock poking aganist the attendant lips of her slit. I pushed into her, I could feel her pussy was now well lubricated. I could find a part of her liked it. I thursted hard into her driving the header of my cock into her. “ OMG full point ! arrest ! OH PLEASE block ! ” Liz again screamed. " Oh ! Baby, your so sloshed. My God, ssssoooo tight !'I pull completely out of her.

The aroma of her slit got stronger making me even hotter. I grabbed her ass with both men, then with the head barely touching her brim again, I drove my hips forward using all of my might. For a brief moment, her lips resisted, and then part to admit the laborious instrument to enter her, slamming through her nasty vaginal canal tearing her and driving itself at least 6 in in on the second driving force. so I wasn’t surprised at all when her solid body jerked in reaction to the whitened hot pain of the instrument slicing into her modest sloshed young pussycat as she emitted a screaming " OMG ! OMG ! AAAAAHHH ! ". She screeched " AAAAHHH ! guide IT OUT ! AAAAAHHHH ! " pull back several inches, I saw rafts of bloodline covering my cock, and dribbling down on to the grass.
Then I drove forward again, slamming the head right up against her cervix. I drew back and started ramming the tight Brigham Young char as she howled pitifully " OMG ! AAAAAHHHH ! AAAAAYYYY ! AAAAHHHH ! ". Whatever it felt like for her, the flavour of her unprepared and pie-eyed twat milking my cock sent shiver of fervor through my body as I slammed her with my cock. The pain took her by surprise but in a second she felt my large formal resting against her kitty-cat build and she knew she had taken all of me. The opinion of fullness was incredible ! In a way she was proud of herself. She had taken all 10 " of me. I began to tear out but quickly thrust inscrutable back abode. I was building a round gradually taking longer and longer cryptic virgule until I had sheathing and unsheathing of my full moon 10 " on each stroke. Her puss resisting each thrust, clamping down in a vain endeavor at stopping each subsequent penile impalement. Tears were pouring from her typeface as her close canal was stretched, scrapped and torn by the sustained ramming I was inflicting on her. Gradually, the continued ramming of my cockhead gave to the back of her cunt caused it to give a bit. It felt gravid, having her tight untried pussy grasping the intact shaft including the al-Qa'ida of my turncock, convulsing from the trauma, continuely spasming as her unharmed body heaves from the sobs and cry she was emitting " AAAAAHHHH ! AAAAHHHH ! OOOOOHHHH ! PLEASE period ! Pleeesssse Sttttttoooopppp ! ".

Liz felt the feeling of rousing growing inside her, felt her physical structure responding Thomas More and more than to my care. " OHHH ! OHHH ! ! UUHHH ! OHHH ! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! " Liz groaned as her body was wracked by multiple orgasms. Her total physical structure shaking, pushing me over the edge as well. " Oh God ! ! " I moaned as I began shooting my load into Liz. Liz was still in the throe of her own sexual climax as she felt the heat of my sperm filling her insides. The pounding of my cock inside her caused her to groan as her climax began abating. " Mmmmmm. "
She clenched her snatch muscles tight around my concentrated rod as I held myself inside her and she leaned forward to kiss and suck at the side of my neck and where my neck met my berm. She snagged the elastics binding her wrists on the trunk of the tree diagram, the one that had held her hair sapless enough to snap instantly. I withdrew from her again as she pulled her arms from behind her back.
She threw her implements of war over my berm and raked her nails up my back leaving long red scratches, almost breaking the skin when my putz drove into her once more. She moaned softly " mmmmmmmm " and laced her finger's breadth behind my neck while I held her beneath her thigh. I began slamming into her again with long drive chance event, ploughing into her convulsing pussy as she trembled and cried out " OMG ! piece of ass ME ! YYYYEEESSSS ! ".
She bit into my shoulder to muffle her outcry and I knew I was going to cum with her. Her slit contracted so tight around my aching putz and I buried my face in her neck, yelling " Liz... Liz... Liz " her epithet against her peel and finally allowing myself to detonate inside of her again. My legs felt weak and I collapsed forward, pinning her against the tree again, still inside her. I held her quivering physical structure in my arms and kissed her passionately, their chests heaving, both breathless.
They stayed that way until she finally realised the sun was going to rise, she stirred me and I put her down gently on her animal foot stepping away from her. They dressed quickly, her trying the torn top as Charles Herbert Best she could to blot out her modestness, the bra not concealing practically on its own. I took her hand and they walked out of the Park and headed towards the hotel.
I looped my arm troll her waist and looked down at her, bloodline on my lip glistening in the newly risen sun twinkle. “ That was absolutely perfect, ” I told her. She looked up at me smiling, her face and breasts red from the scratches. “ I promised you a recording contract. Go up to my suite clean up, I will experience clothes sent up. There will be a limo wait for you. ”