Extract
Dressed to kill in the flimsiest matching white short-skirt and a skin tight T-shirt that
displayed ample bare flesh, the following Friday night, she headed to where every student
went. As expected, Flannigan’s heaved with half-soaked undergraduates and young locals
hoping that this would be their lucky night. Eyes followed every movement. She ignored it.
She was here with purpose. Kathy’s nose twitched. The place stank of a mixture of stale
beer, hash and urine. Spotting Mark through the heady haze of exhaled dope, he seemed to
tower above the throng. He looked so secure, waving his half-finished beer around and
flashing his Hollywood smile at a stunning, starry-eyed first year student. Finding a rare
space next to the bar, Kathy took a deep breath. The game was on. The hunter smelt blood.
It was now only a matter of time.
It wasn’t her record, but still, it only took five minutes of smiling eye contact, hair
stroking and a slightly widened stance that hinted her pussy was available beneath that
short, seductively swishing skirt. No man had ever resisted Kathy’s naked thighs and
tonight those nipples that had won so many drinks were on fire. It wasn’t fair really and
certainly no contest. Predictably, Mark, without realising it, already was fully signed-up
to be Kathy’s latest case study.
His reaction was immediate, far faster and certainly more self-confident than most. For
a moment, she was impressed. Suddenly and deliberately, he pounced, trapping her tiny
frame against the bar. His eyes drooled with excited anticipation as his groin brushed
against a semi-exposed, skin tingling midriff.
“Hi, I’m Mark.”
Thrown off guard a little, Kathy acknowledged a surprisingly new feeling. She felt
surrounded by him, pushed against the ropes, but it was all right, she would get him with
a killer punch.
Responding immediately in fained surprise, Kathy flushed, looking down and fixing a
guiltless stare at his crotch. She learned this double-whammy trick a year ago. No man can
resist the charms of blushing innocence, especially when he feels her gaze on the bulge in
his trousers. Saint or sinner? The paradox drives every man insane. They all want a lady,
who acts like a whore in bed. The trouble was, it didn’t quite go to plan. As she looked,
she couldn’t help a barely audible gasp of disbelief. His bulge, surely was one of a
semi-erection, if not, she might have bitten off more than she could chew, quite
literally.
His bold, almost cocky reaction threw her. She was the hunter. She was the one who was
meant to be in control here. He was supposed to look uncertain, hesitant, but instead his
eyes sparkled with a mixture of confidence and mocking humour. She began to feel toyed
with. Kathy tried to match his half step forward with an equal half step back. His arm
reached over her shoulder, rubbing his chest, almost deliberately against a sensitive
breast. The cold hardness of an uncaring wooden bar laughed at her uncertainty, pinning
her, trapped between the bar and his steely-muscled, musky smelling chest. This close, he
was much taller than she imagined. The top of her head came level with his chin. She shook
slightly as he bent forward. Taking the glass of wine she had ordered from him, she drank
heavily. Within seconds, the courage inducing nectar was gone. A picture flashed through
her mind. For a moment, Kathy’s resolve faltered. She had never fucked a man standing up.
Maybe...?
Shaking her head to clear the image and focus on her plan, Kathy quickly raised a hand,
placing it firmly between them both. This feeble gesture was meant to create space, to
push him back, but instead, the tips of her fingers burned through his thin shirt as hot
breath poured over her neck, devouring sensitive, barely covered breasts. Kathy felt
drained of life. Dizzy.
“Are you checking-out my dick?”
A shower of tingles rushed unstoppable blood to rapidly lubricating labia. This time the
blush was unintended. There was so much hot tingling juice, that in her heightened state,
she was sure she could smell it. His touch, his smell, his breath and his confidence
swirled around inside her head in an unexpected cocktail of pure undelivered wonton lust.
This had never happened before. Why was it happening now? She felt drugged by him.
“Okay girl with no tongue. Go ahead. I know you want to!”
Questioning eyes shot upward to meet chiselled good looks and a cheeky grin. Kathy felt
on fire. How does he know? Feeling instantly weakened, she thought she would fall as his
outrageously confident whispers continued.
“Touch it!” He teased. His tone demanding, expectant.
This called for a well-timed slap, but instead, an urge to obey welled inside. How was
this possible? Kathy’s latest target had frustratingly turned the game inside out. She was
supposed to wreak havoc on his emotions, not him stirring something deep, something so
primal, she would need time to examine what was happening. She wanted to back away, to
regroup, to think this through, but Mark, far from the puppy she thought he would be,
finished her off completely with another barrage of softly spoken whispers that tingled
down her neck, accumulating in a tiny whirlwind at her breastbone. Skin pricked so deeply,
she was sure that Will O’ the Wisp was mockingly dancing over her willing flesh.
“Okay, let me help you.”
Amidst a throng of half-pissed students, Mark, without hesitating took Kathy’s uncertain
free hand and placed her palm over his bulge. Flashing amazingly white, clean teeth, he
teasingly pressed hard.
Stripped empty of all thought, Kathy’s mind swirled in scarcely believed intoxication
before racing in panic. She felt so ready for a fuck it petrified her.
“People can see! I’ve known him for two minutes! What’s happening to me? I feel sick!
Run! My pussy hurts! Run! Run!” It was no use; Kathy found that her body now had a mind of
its own.
Breathing deeply and repeatedly in an attempt to shake off the shudder she felt in her
lower spine, Kathy tried desperately to retain the last remnants of self-control. The veil
of dignity vanished in an instant. Her feeble attempts made things worse; his musky smell
did irreparable damage to hastily diminishing will power. Unable to prevent it, Kathy’s
delicate hand turned slightly, placing the palm in the center of his groin, searching
fingers extended toward his bell-end. She gasped. The bastard laughed at her. It was soft
to the touch and longer than her hand.
Mark’s tongue delicately ran up the side of Kathy’s neck. She couldn’t stop him. She
didn’t want to stop his whispers.
“If you say no right now, I will walk away, but if you say nothing, in less than ten
minutes, I’m going to rip off your clothes and fuck your pussy senseless with my rock hard
prick. Outside, in the car park, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to
breathe.”
Already unable to breathe, for the first time in her life, Kathy was speechless.
Unable to comprehend the consequences of silence, Kathy, amidst the hazy drool of
narcotic milieu could do no other than gawp open-mouthed. Words failed her. Fingers
involuntarily squeezed against a hot bulge that rapidly grew longer, so much thicker. She
needed time to think. Hot breath made her flesh tingle. She needed time to digest this
extreme turn in events. People could see her vulnerable petite body trapped, incapable of
decision. This was not the plan. She felt dizzy, absorbed, assimilated, almost violated.
What went wrong? He seemed so controlling, determined, most certainly, he was inescapable.
Why did she like these new feelings? Why did she feel as if she was falling into a
darkness, which would never allow her to leave? What was this newly awakened hunger?
Should she feed it? If she did, she felt sure it could never be satisfied. Why...?
Why...?
As she opened her mouth to utter what she already knew would be incomprehensible garble,
it was too late.
A large determined hand, clearly three times larger than her own, gripped tightly. Kathy
didn’t struggle, her body taking on a life of its own, offered no resistance as he
forcefully led his latest, shaking, tingling, beguiled conquest toward the exit. Kathy
felt consumed. The hubbub became nothing more than white noise. On the other side of that
door lay the answer to her biggest question.
Unknowingly, Kathy was about to meet her deadly sin in all its stupefying, horrific
truth, face-to-face.
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