just-another-slut-enabler: Netflix And Thrill I was excited for my date with Marissa. After flirting
just-another-slut-enabler: Netflix And Thrill I was excited for my date with Marissa. After flirting with her for months, I had finally gotten her to agree to a date with me. Marissa was a low key kind of girl, not interested in going out on fancy dates. She reasoned, “Show me a good time without the flash, and I’ll know you’re entertaining even if we’re just doing nothing.” So I told her to come to my place, I’d cook her dinner and we could watch a movie. She agreed that this sounded fine, and we agreed she’d show up Friday night. I was just finishing everything when she texted, saying that she was running late. I told her I had already started cooking, and she said that was fine. She didn’t arrive until an hour later. She looked lovely, but the moment she stepped through the door, something about her was different. She was cavalier, but not in a convivial way. It was almost like she didn’t care about me, or anything I said or did. I told her dinner wasn’t going to be as good as when it was freshly out of the oven, but she just shrugged and said she wasn’t hungry. I asked what she’d like to watch, and she said she didn’t want to watch anything. I sighed, trying to reason with her. “Okay,” I said, trying not to become exasperated. “Then what should we do.” Marissa eyes me, as if considering whether or not she should tell me what was on her mind. “The only reason I agreed to this date,” she said, rather softly, “was because it’s been a long time since I’ve been hurt.” I was not expecting this. “Oh…” She ceased to speak. I was confused as fuck. “So… like, you’re cautious about getting into something with me?” She just looked down, her eyes cast at the floor instead of at me. “Marissa?” Still, silence. “Is that what you mean?” “No,” she stated demurely. “Then what is it?” She just sighed, her head still tilted downward. After what felt like forever, she said, “Nevermind…” I was flummoxed. I tried speaking with her some more, but she basically stopped talking. I’d get, at most, quiet little one-word responses. I’m usually a patient guy, but something about the way Marissa was acting was infuriating me. Why did she even want to see me if this was how she was going to behave? I excused myself to go to the bathroom. After having a piss, I splashed some water on my face. And as soon as I did, it all became clear to me. I knew exactly what Marissa wanted, and needed, and I was going to give it to her. I exited the bathroom and approached Marissa, still perched on her seat in my couch. I didn’t say a word as I stepped to her. She looked up at me as I stood directly in front of her, appearing timid. Her big eyes stared at me, waiting. And that was when I decided to strike. My open palm swatted at her face, her head flailing with the hit. I pushed her down into the cushions, and tore her shirt open. “What are you doing?” she asked as I pulled down her bra, grabbing at her nipples while lowering my body on hers. I grabbed Marissa by the neck, and even though she was gasping and beginning to sob, when I looked her in the eye, she nodded at me. “You’re violating me!” she cried as I unbuttoned my pants, lifting her skirt up and sliding her panties to the side. “Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?” I asked as I shoved my fat cock inside her soaking wet little fuck hole. Marissa wept as I fucked her, holding her down on my couch and pounding her hungry pussy with the dick I knew she was craving. She tried to jostle free under me, so I held her wrists down as I continued to hump away. Soon, the sounds of her sobbing faded as I lost myself in her decadent cunt. I lost track of how long I had been raping her, but it didn’t take long before I recognized it - that feeling that notified me I was going to cum. “I’m going fill your pussy up with all this cum,” I said. “But then I’m gonna flip you around and rape your ass next. And then I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth, so you can taste your pussy and ass off my cock, along with all the tears I’ll wipe off your stupid face.” And that was when I felt Marissa shudder and climax underneath me. As her body came, mine followed suit, and my throbbing cock delivered a huge load of semen directly into her pussy. We moaned in unison as I collapsed on top of her, staying inside Marissa as I felt my cum fill her up. After a long moment of silence, I finally got off her. Marissa whispered, “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet,” I said, stroking my still-hard cock. “We’ll see how you feel after I ruin that asshole next.” I grabbed Marissa by the hair, lifting her up and turning her around. I smacked her ass, then spread her cheeks open. She was in for a long night of raping, which she loved till the very end. She texted me the following day, asking if she could come over to watch movies again. -- source link
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