Maybe I catch you walking and we pass by. You smile to be nice but know I don’t live in this neighborhood. I try to spark a conversation but you’re obviously shy. You tell me you need some help with a project at home and I offer to help. It feels good to have help around. As I leave I make a move. You smile and just try to get me out, make up you have a boyfriend, but that’s a lie. I touch your inner thighs and boobs, and you love the sensation, but you still resist. I force myself on you and you try to push me off but can’t resist me. You say no but your body is begging to get fucked and used like the little whore you know you are/ want to be. I feel your pussy and it’s soaking wet, you beg me to stop offering anything to get away from me. I tell you exactly what I want. You realize it’s only one way out and assume the position. You get wetter and wetter with every stroke. You like it, but don’t want to admit it. You have your hand over your mouth, but I eventually grab both hands and you impulsively give out screams of acceptance. I knew you were a good slut, I can tell by how you smiled at me. You didn’t even know you could feel like this. You’re confused as your morals and urge to cum all over my dick cross, but you eventually do cum. I stop zip up my pants and don’t even give you the satisfaction of breeding you or forcing you to swallow the load as a thank you. You’re kind of upset, and confused. I tell you I’ll be back to finish. I wanted to show you what kind of dick craving whore you were. I’ll be back soon and give you what you deserve. A couple days later I knock at the door and you instantly get wet when you see me, but open the door sad, scared and anxious for what’s to come.
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