Hey there, There's just something I wrote a while ago and decided to post now. If there's people that like it enough maybe I turn it into a series to write when I get in trouble writing my other story.
- I'm not a native English speaker, so I may let some mistakes get through to the final editing, as I have no one to proof-read for me in time to post. I also happen to be a really busy person, so the only time I have I write and I post, so, sorry for any mistake or error.
- All the characters follow the stipulated by the site in what regards to character's age.
***WARNING*** Even if a light reading in most of its extension, this story may approach topics as drugs, rape and violence, but it's not made to offend anyone. If you don't like any of the themes mentioned above, stop reading.
Cheers, A2O
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Alex's Tales of Abusing Hot Chicks
Was I a bad person? Maybe I was. Ok, I knew I was.
I was at a party of a friend called Andrea. He was a guy who studied with me a long time ago and after we graduated I had never seen him again. Until we met again some months ago and, by a huge coincidence, I knew all the people who were with him.
"Alex, what's up, buddy!" One of them said, then the other made a joke about knowing me too. I had a band, many of them - younger people - knew me because of this.
The only girl in the group was Suzanne, she just gave me a shy smile and waved her hand. I knew exactly what she was shy about - we had a short, but very interesting story together. I made no big deal about how she cursed me to death the last time we were together and soon she was as talkative as I remembered her, the petite girl with glasses, dark red hair and that beautiful and absolutely white skin, pale and porcelain like. Her entire skin was flawless like that. Ask me how I know it and I'll tell you how red it becomes after groping, mauling and spanking it.
Yes, you heard me. We had history. A rough history.
I was actually glad that I had the chance to talk to her again after all that and she didn't try to kill me, nor any of these guys, her friends. It means she kept all the stuff to herself, I thought. A good sign.
A lot of talking later, they invited me to a party. Why not. Maybe the pretty Suzanne forgot how used and how abused she felt after I was done with her and I can score again that night. Like the old times.
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Next weekend I went to the party. I gave a good look at the entire room, noticed a lot of people I already knew, saw some new faces and one or two pretty girls. After chatting for a while with basically the same people from the other day, I discovered that one of the pretty girls I said before – the hottest one – was a persona non grata. Suzanne hated her, a friend beside her did too and the guys said she was a spoiled bitch.
Being as I was, the only thing I saw was a high school hottie, with brown bangs falling over her eyes and wavy hair falling softly over her back until her waist. She had middle height, around 1,65m (5'5") and had a slender, beautiful body. Probably a cheerleader. The black top she wore had no cleavage but it contoured her breasts, letting me see how perky and well shaped they were. Not big, not small, just perfect. Her skin was white, but sun kissed and when she turned my side for minute, I saw how green her eyes were.
One thing I was certain, part of the other girl's hate was jealousy. Fact.
Her name was Jordana, she was a senior at high school and sister of a guy named Jonas. They said she was there because Jonas was friends with two guys there and she just wanted to say, next Monday, that she was hanging with people from College.
In short, she was gorgeous. That made me pay attention to her from the moment I saw her.
I kept talking to my friends, time or other leaving them to go take a piss or get more beer and I always walked close to her and her "friends". Except for this one boy who was deliberately trying to get in her pants, no one really paid attention to her or what she was saying, including her older brother, who went to the balcony to smoke herb and never came back.
The interesting thing was, when really close to them, I heard someone talking about LSD. The boys and the other hot girl were clearly wasted already, and Jordana wasn't very far from it. Obviously they didn't know how to drink. This and the LSD, they would get crazy in no time. I looked forward to seeing that. Maybe I could see something interesting before getting Suzanne high enough so I could fuck her. Again. As hard as I liked to.
And it happened. I kept talking to my buddies and watching from afar as they got more and more doped, one after the other, they were losing it. The other girl sat on a corner and one of the boys crouched in front of her, they both were in really bad shape. After a while, in the middle of the twentieth attempt of trying to get Jordana's attention - what wouldn't happen now, as she was completely away, sitting in a couch and completely still, stoned – the boy left got ill and ran to the bathroom to puke. I mean, he tried to, but the drug made him zigzag forward, fall twice and then give up holding it in.
The main reaction of everyone was getting out of there as fast as possible. Some of them laughed, some had to run to the bathroom themselves. Fooling around with younger people had these kinds of things. But the most interesting thing was seeing Jordana, tottering, leaving the apartment. Alone.
The place was dark, people were so drunk or having so much fun, that I'd bet good money at the fact that nobody had seen her leaving. It was a very good opportunity. So I went to the kitchen, filled the biggest cup I could see with water and, after managing to lose Suzanne, I went after her. It would be a good time to try and get her working, drunk and doped as she was, it would be easy to convince her into something fun. I was no boy, I wasn't ugly, I was in really good shape. It wouldn’t be difficult.
But imagine my surprise when, leaving the apartment and searching for her, I run into a passed out cold Jordana sitting on the stairs. She just trembled, eyes closed, her shoulder against the wall.
I sat beside her, she didn't seem to acknowledge my presence at all. "Hey, are you ok?" I asked, and she barely managed to open her eyes for a fraction of a second and nothing more.
I looked at that face, that body... I had to decide something really fast. I had never thought specifically about it. I loved to use girls, but I had never abused of one. Not like that.
Yet I caressed her hair, tucking it behind her tiny ear... Then I slid my hand until her neck and caressed it with the back of my fingers. She trembled just a little more and... Not opening her eyes, she tilted her neck, to give me access.
My decision was made.
I stood up. It was the last floor, which meant that it had to have access stairs to the roof top. In fact, it had. Unfortunately, the last door to the roof was locked up. By the other hand, the landing at the top of the staircase was broad and well lit. It was a corridor and two stair flights away from the apartment, adding the music of the party, even if she made any sound, no one would hear. Good enough.
I came back and slowly took Jordana in my arms. She wasn't limp, her head didn't fall back, it remained resting on my shoulder were I put it. Nevertheless, zero resistance. I went up and put her half sitting, half lying down at the last stair step. I took a moment to look at her, beautiful as hell, and realize that it was worth it even if someone caught me there. At the worst scenario I would have to throw some drunk son of a bitch down the stairs. Fine by me.
I sat behind her, my legs by her sides, my knees beneath hers, lifting and spreading her legs. Her head fell back, resting on my left shoulder. I took my time running my hand all around her sides and torso and checking her reaction.
The way she breathed changed depending on where I touched her. In other words, she was feeling it. I wanted to give a prize to the guy who suggested LSD. Her pulse was racing, she was responsive, I could see goose bumps... Yet she was away. As a last test, I simply slid my hands up her belly slowly and cupped her beautiful breasts. They felt perfect in my hands, firm yet soft to touch. No protest. So I started mauling them, no mercy.
Jordana gasped beautifully and swayed her head a little, especially when I closed my fingers on her nipples, hard beneath the black fabric of her top. Sliding my hands down again, I pulled its edge up until her bra was exposed, then I ran my hands beneath it, taking it out of place, freeing her tits and starting all over again: mauling, massaging... I felt her shivering and she started to pant. On a non stop motion, I took her nipples in my fingers again and I pinched them, then started twisting them still softly. The young brunette arched her back and I felt she trying to close her trembling legs, locked in place by mine. It felt great, especially when I pinched them harder and she let out a groan.
I took a good time inhaling the sweet scent of her wavy hair and abusing of her poor breasts anyway I could, twisting, pinching and pulling at her light brown and small nipples. Her mouth turned into an "O" as I got rougher on her. At a moment she let out a sharp gasp and contracted all over, shoulders, legs and bent her head forward. Then I stopped.
"Shhh... Ok, it's ok." I said caressing her hair and resting her head at my shoulder again. She obeyed. I got really excited. It was time to move forward.
Snaking my hand down, I unbuttoned her jeans and slid beneath it, reaching that warm place between her legs. She was shaved, smooth, and not to my surprise, moist. Feeling her lips was outstanding, sinking my middle finger between them too. Keeping the level, as I already expected, Jordana was tight, very tight. As the tip of my finger went in, I heard her voice for the first time there.
"Aaahh..." Just a small, sweet moan. It just made me sink it in all the way, moving in and out. Then I inserted a second one, she gasped again, louder. Every time she gasped I got harder. My fingers were soaked from her already, so I started finger fucking her fast, pressing against her g-spot. It didn't take long before her long and nice shaped legs started shaking and she tried to close them again, with no success.
But then, to my surprise, with her face in my neck, she started to groan nicely. The only thing that worried me a little was feeling how fast her heart was racing. I had to pay attention to that. The girl was doped and I was stimulating her rather roughly. I knew an acid trip well enough to know that I had to keep an eye on her; she should be hallucinating, feeling crazy, not faint like that.
It wasn't because I was abusing her that I wanted anything bad like a stroke or a heart attack to happen to her. By the opposite. If she was giving me so much fun, she should be able to live with the memory of being in my hands, like any other of the girls who hated loving me.
Still playing with her right nipple, I kept fucking her with my fingers and enjoying her reactions. I could even feel her tightening sometimes, especially when some lucidity stroke her and she started struggling. It was the best part.
Soon I wanted to fuck her, so I stopped playing with her, finished taking her top and bra off then laid her at the staircase landing. The way she shivered when the nude skin of her back touched the cold floor was something else. She panted and arched her back. I just tried to stop looking at how beautifully her breasts bounced while she struggled and I focused on taking off her denim pants. Needless to say, her red lace panties were soaked. I bent to smell her scents just before taking them out too.
Standing up, I gave a good look at the half passed out girl lying there. Her wavy brown hair splayed all over the floor and her lightly tanned body shivered. As her waist, her heaving torso too had those bikini marks that I loved. Jordana was a work of art. I was absurdly interested in knowing how it would feel between those pink lips of her pussy.
In somewhat of a hurry, I put her beautiful and toned legs apart and I got between them. When I laid over her my chest pressed her even more on the cold floor, she gasped and her eyes opened. By the time those bright green orbs focused on my black ones, I had already freed myself from my pants and was pressing the tip of my cock on her tight entrance, rubbing it on her and forcing my way in.
"Huuuuungh!" She groaned as she felt myself stretching her, getting inside her, in a mix of surprise, pleasure and probably a little pain. She was as tight as I hoped she would be. Her eyes remained fixed in mine for only a moment, then they wandered to the ceiling, to the walls... As I pushed myself in she moaned a little more sharply and rested her forehead on my left shoulder.
I moved forward, a little more inside of her in each thrust until I had my member, of considerable size, completely buried in her teenage slit. It was bliss. I felt her twitching inside, trembling on the outside, her legs swaying on my sides as I got rhythm.
Jordana started panting, sometimes faster than normal, and knowing she was going through a rough patch beneath me, probably getting a rollercoaster of sensations while being violated like that, it got me turned on like never before. I love submitting girls to my will, I was good at it. I had the looks, I had the money, I had the wits to make it happen... But that one there was outstanding and I barely had to think it through, the chance just popped in front of me...
...And now I was fucking the brains out of one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. "Aaaaugh... Hhnnnn... Ahhhhh! Ahhhh..." She just groaned and groaned, sometimes just a whisper, sometimes sharp squeals when I pushed myself in with too much strength. Soon my thrusts started making sounds, half because she got wetter by the minute, half because I was being rough, really rough. The poor girl sensed what happened and clawed her fingers on my arms, but couldn't even protest. Trying to close her legs, maybe, but not with words.
When I thought that maybe a little more reaction would be nice I yanked back her head by pulling on her beautiful hair, she yelped, but not as much as when I nibbled the tender skin of her breast, near her nipple and then, suddenly, I bit her.
"AAAAAAAUGH!" She screamed, her head still pulled back and her young pussy tightened even more around me. I felt myself coming.
So I got out of her and turned her around like she was a doll. Of course, she didn't put any resistance, other than mumbling something unintelligible at me. Her torso remained laid on the cold floor and when her perky breasts touched the floor she protested with a tiny and shrill gasp. I bent her legs and, kneeling behind her, I pushed myself in with a single thrust.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuungh..." Another long and acute wail of protest, that turned into moans at the exact moment I started moving again. It was the first time I could get a good look at her beautiful butt, with those brighter bikini marks on her flawless skin. I also noted that she was completely shaven, Brazilian wax, I thought. That girl was out for some action, what didn’t match with how innocent her perfection made her look like. If she wanted action, I was giving it to her. "Ahhh... Aoooh... Huuuuuh..."
She moaned more and more, louder when I pushed to deep. The position gave me advantage on that so, sometimes, I felt like I was reaching her cervix, what was awesome. Her asshole was small and looked absolutely tight. I didn't think she was used to anal sex and I struggled not to push myself inside that cute little thing. I could hurt her badly, things could get messy... Maybe another time.
The thought of another time made me laugh - and thought of some useful things to do before I let her go.
At one moment she approached one hand of her face, covered with her hair, and I could see her biting her thumb. I took the hair out of her face, caressing it, but never stopping the furious humping on her tight little entrance. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were barely open, teary, but she wasn't crying. Then her outstanding legs and her tight little butt started to shiver as her groans became more urgent, more cried and more breathy. When I felt her insides twitching I couldn't believe that it was really happening, but I got the message.
I wanted to pull her hair in a knot, yank back her head again, but Jordana biting her thumb while having an orgasm and moaning like that was a sight to behold. Nothing like the bitch image that people had of her. That made me crazy. I grabbed her sexy little butt firmly and pounded even harder... Until I decided to make her come. It would be a spectacle.
So I slowed my thrusts, not diminishing the roughness. Her moans became even more cried, almost whining, but awesome to hear... In no time she trembled all over and I started thrusting as fast as I could again, because I was cumming myself.
Jordana's mouth became a silent "O" and her body became stiff, contracted. In what felt like an explosion to me, I poured everything I could inside her tight slit, thrust after thrust, she rocked back and forth while giving me some last and beautiful groans. Then I fell on top of her, panting and feeling the amazing smell of her hair. She breathed loud, inhaling sharply.
After just a while I recompose myself. With her knees bent like that, my weight on her back should be killing her. I had a good look on my seed overflowing from her assaulted little pussy, her lips reddened.
The I remembered something I should do. I laid her in two or three positions and, using my phone, I took pictures. She had that bite mark on her left breast as vivid as a neon sign and she was finally recovering some conscience but she was still absolutely dizzy.
I cleaned her up a little with her own panties and then I took my time dressing her. After I was done I took her in my lap and tried to make her drink some water, after I noticed she was getting breathless. Then I took her in my arms, while she murmured about something I couldn't understand. I just laughed.
Sitting her beside the apartment door, I came in and started talking normally to my friends. My hair was sweaty but, if Suzanne didn't notice, nobody would. I paid attention to everybody that went out, trying to see if someone would notice something wrong with poor Jordana, kinda passed out on the front door, but nobody did, until that boy who tried to score with her was leaving and saw her. If he tried to left with her I'd stop him. I wouldn't want that boy being happy with her now, the night was mine. But he came back and dragged her brother out, they talked and left.
It was a shame seeing her leaving, carried home by two morons.
The rest of the party followed normally. I could have fucked Suzanne as well that night, but as much as it would have been awesome - she was a girl who had already seen my bad side and was returning to me, what was a real "go" sign - my mind was still on the cute brunette from earlier and her sweet groans were still all over my mind. I just let things ready for when I wanted to get my way with the redhead, saying that as soon as I was a little less crowded with important cases at my law office, I'd take her away for a weekend.
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A week passed and I had no sign of any abuse case coming from my friend’s network. Little by little the pictures I took in case I had to blackmail her proved to be unnecessary to anything other than admiring her nakedness once in a while. I watched Jordana's life from afar, checking her instagram, facebook, etc. I also made friends with her brother through some acquaintances we had in common. He wanted to get in a band and I was full of contacts. He loved that.
So five days after the party I added her as a friend on Facebook. I got a little apprehensive, but I couldn't live without things being as intense they could be. If it meant I had to go to jail for a rape accusation, I'd let it be.
She took two hours to accept my friend request... And promptly sent me messages.
"Hi." She started. "Hey there." "I know you from that party, right?" "Yes." "Are you in college, like my brother?" "No, baby. I have my own law office." ":O Really?" "Yes lol" …
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked and the apprehension got its climax. "Sure, anything." "It was you, wasn't it?"
Fuck.
"Me, what?" "You could have being just a little more gentle... I still have the marks, you know ;) "
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