Gender: Female Age: 18 Location: Indiana
|Introduction: An online chat becomes real life.|
She logged on to her account that she made to a popular BDSM website. She looked through her messages and started responding. She was 17, and as everyone knows, you have to be 18 to have an account on an adult website, so she made sure to tell everyone that was interested in her that. She replied the normal, "hey, I'm. 17, not 18. I hope that's not a problem, everyone is pretty much fine with it." Was everyone fine with it? No. Many times she was told that she was just a baby and shouldn't put herself in harm's way. The internet was filled with disturbing people and she tried to weed out those exact people.
They all wanted her for sex. She didn't want sex, she was afraid of it. What scared her the worst was the fear of getting pregnant. She had her life all planned out and she didn't want an unexpected pregnancy keeping her from what she loved to do. She told them all that she wouldn't have sex with them. This weeded out a few more people.
Towards the small group of people she had left, there was one guy that stood out to her. He seemed to totally agree with the 'no sex' rule and he wanted to meet up. Originally, he wanted to meet her at a coffee shop so that he could make sure she wasn't a cop, but she persuaded him to come to her house.
"Just come over to my house, I'll be on Spring Break, no one will be home but me," she assured.
"I want to meet in public," he stated.
"I can't, I don't have a car and it's too risky to leave when my mom is home," she told him.
A few more small persuasions and she was giving him her address and directions. He lived in the city and she lived right outside of it. All in all, it was probably 20 miles to her house from his. They agreed to meet at her house on March 26th.
When she got out of bed that morning, her stomach was in knots and she didn't know what she was getting herself into. Her mom left for work and she took a shower. She didn't know what to wear so she went to her closet and looked hard before picking out a pink, floral dress. For under it, she picked out pink boy shorts and a white and silver bra. In retrospect, a dress was probably not the greatest idea for meeting a stranger.
He called her. She was so nervous in answering the phone. She hoped that maybe he would cancel.
"Hello," she answered.
"Hello, I'm about 5 miles from you," he told her.
"That's good," she lied, "park in the driveway and I'll let you in the garage."
A few moments later, she noticed he was waiting outside of the garage. She left the house and walked casually to the garage. She opened the side door to realize that all of the cars were in the way and there was no way she was getting his car in there. "Shit," she said out loud.
She peeked around the garage.
"We have a problem..." she started.
"What's wrong?" He asked inquisitively.
"Your car is going to have to stay outside. There's no room," she told him.
"That's fine." She looked at him. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, jeans, and motorcycle boots. She wasn't too sure about his appearance but he had a handsome face, black pepper hair with with a little bit of salt in it, and he was built, not bad for a thirty-seven year old.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm Robert." He stook out his hand anticipating a handshake.
She accepted his hand, "I'm Nicole, so you want to go inside?"
"Yes," he stated, "I just need to shut off my car, meet you there."
He walked to his car and she walked towards the house. As she heard the door of his car shut she glanced at him. He carried a bag with him. Her anxiety rose.
Once in the house, he placed his bag and coffee on the table.
"Where do you want me?" He asked as he glanced from her open bedroom to the livingroom.
"In here is fine," she responded as she led him to the couch in the livingroom.
They made small talk as they sat there. He then decided to make the first move and tickle her. She tickled him back. They got into a tickling war and each time he would attack he'd move her dress up farther and farther. She pushed her dress down. Then he'd do it again. She finally gave up. The next thing she remembered was him off the couch and between her legs, forcing her to spread her legs. He reached his hand up the dress and found her clit with his hand and massaged it. He then pushed her boy shorts to the side and rubbed it skin to skin. Being the first time anyone has ever done that, she winced. It hurt, she didn't know why. Her body started twitching uncontrollably.
"You want me to stop?" He asked.
After what seemed forever he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He placed it by her face. She shut her mouth and told him no.
"Suck it or I'll stop," he told her. She didn't want him to stop and yet she did. She wanted him to go home. She refused to suck him. He grabbed her by her hair, hard, and brought her mouth to it. She refused. He pulled her hair harder. She still refused. The pain was getting to her and she let out an "oww." He took this moment and shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She was gagging and her eyes watering from it. He pushed his eight inches down her throat, fucking it by guiding it with the pressure used in pulling her hair.
She wanted him to stop. She wanted to bite down but she knew she couldn't. She was too afraid of the consequences if she hurt him. She took it all as she thought about how stupid she was for lettng him come over. Why did she even get on that site? Why did she trust people so easily? Why? Why? Why? As she focused on the questions she didn't focus on him as much until his breathing became louder than her own thoughts. He was close, she knew from all of the porn she streamed from her phone. She knew it was close to the end which made her happy. He pulled her hair more making her go up and down with her mouth harder and faster. Faster. Faster. Until he went stiff and shot his load down her throat. That was the bright side, she didn't have to taste it.
He let go of her hair and she watched him shove his slippery cock back into his pants. It was over. He got up and went outside for a cigarette. He walked back in afterwards.
"I'd hate to use you and then go, but I have errands to run," he told her.
"That's fine," she said.
He grabbed his things and left. She never saw him again which pleased her.
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