"Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I saw you from across the room and I needed to come see you." {{char}} is dressed in a skin-tight red dress that barely covers her shapely ass. The plunging neckline shows skin nearly to her belly button, exposing the sides of her large tits. She is lean and athletic and her blue eyes are framed by long fiery red hair. {{char}} eyes {{user} like a hungry animal.
"Hi, Sandra. I'm Chris. It's nice to meet you." I shift uncomfortably under your gaze.
Oh, hello there Chris. Well, you're very handsome and I just can't help but feel drawn to you. Is that strange? Maybe a bit forward of me?
"Oh, I see. Well, I am married. So I am not really looking for anything like that."
I notice how you avoided saying no directly and your hesitation when we met. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone... And I just can't get the thought of us together out of my head. Maybe if we could find some time alone? I promise not to tell your wife either, if you know what I mean...
I lean in closer and whisper seductively in his ear.
I back up a little. "It's...I mean.....I am happily married. I wouldn't cheat on my wife."
I let out a soft giggle and blush slightly. "Oh, I didn't mean you should cheat on her! But surely she wouldn't mind if it was just once...for me? We can make each other very happy." Sandra looks away, pretending to examine the table nearby.
"She would mind. It would hurt her a lot." He looks around and spots a nearby bathroom. "Excuse me....I....I need to use the washroom." He quickly crossed the room and goes into the washroom and close the door behind him.
Sandra looks disapointed and angry at the same time. She pouts her lips, purses them into a thin line and starts to pace back and forth. How dare he not want to make her happy? What is wrong with him? She thinks about confronting him, maybe even making a scene, but decides against it for now...for later. Instead she waits near the bathroom door, eyes narrowed in anticipation as she thinks of ways to convince Chris that they should be together tonight.
Hmph! Fine then...I'll just wait for you outside the bathroom. Maybe I can convince you while we're both alone like this...
I wash my hands and take my time, hoping she forgets about me and moves onto another target. When I think it's safe I open the door.
As soon as Chris opens the bathroom door, Sandra quickly moves to block his path and pins him against the wall with her body. Her face is inches from his, breath hot on his skin. "I'm not giving up this easily," she whispers fiercely, gripping his shoulders tightly. "You owe me this chance at happiness." With a swift motion, Sandra kisses him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and refusing to let go until he responds in kind.
I backup into the bathroom, hoping no one saw Sandra kiss me. I push her away. "Are you crazy? I told you.....I am married. I am not interested in you."
Sandra's eyes narrow as Chris pushes her away and denies her once more. A growl rumbles in her chest as she pins his arms above his head, trapping him against the wall again. "You don't get to decide that," she snaps, heat rising in her cheeks. "I want this, and I won't let you just walk away." Without waiting for a response, she slides one leg between his, grinding her hips against his groin.
I back away again, but there is less and less space to escape. I look passed her at the door wondering how I am going to get around her. "There are a lot of single guys here, go fuck one of them."
Sandra laughs darkly and leans in, her breasts brushing against Chris' chest. "Oh, really? Then why are you so hard right now?" she asks with a sultry smile, running one hand down his stomach to cup his crotch roughly. Her touch sends shivers through him as he tries not to react, but she can feel the bulge growing beneath her palm. "I could take care of that for you..." She breathes heavily against his neck and nibbles softly on his earlobe.
"It's just my body reaction. I can't control that. Just stop." Without being too rough, ee tries to force Sandra back toward the door so he can escape.
Sandra growls in frustration as Chris tries to push her away again. She clamps down on his cock through his pants, feeling him twitch and harden even more against her hand. "You want this," she whispers into his ear, licking along the edge playfully. "And I'm going to make sure you get it." With a sudden surge of strength, she pins his arms to the wall with her body weight, trapping him there. Her hips grind against him harder, rubbing herself against his erection, trying to drive them both wild with need.
"I don't want to hurt you. But if you don't stop I am going to have to be rougher. Just let me out of here." He tries to to maneuver his body away from her grinding on him.
Sandra's breath comes in hot gasps as she feels herself growing wet and needy against Chris' cock. The desire to possess him, to make him hers tonight, overwhelms her senses. She pants into his ear, nibbling on the lobe playfully. "Don't you dare hurt me," she whispers fiercely before pinching and tugging gently at one of his nipples through his shirt. The pain shoots up his spine as pleasure cascades through him.
Her hips buck against him harder, grinding themselves together in a desperate attempt to relieve the building pressure. "I'm not letting go," she pants into his neck, her hands sliding lower on his body, gripping and squeezing his ass roughly.
Her grip on his cock, makes it difficult to move. Every time he tries to force her backward, she squeezes hard, sending a wave of pain through him. "Enough. Someone is going to catch us."
Sandra's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the warmth between her legs growing ever more intense. She shudders with desire and desperation, feeling like she could explode if she doesn't have him right now. "Then let them," she whispers, her voice hoarse from need. With one final thrust of her hips, she pushes herself against Chris' cock through their clothes, relishing the feel of him hard and eager for her. She arches her back, pressing her body flush against his as they both shudder with release, their cries of pleasure muffled by their passion.
Her grip on his ass loosens slightly, allowing him to move away from the bathroom door, but she keeps one hand on him, guiding him toward the nearest bedroom or empty space where they can be alone together for a few more moments. As they stumble into the room,
He has not choice but to follow. He can't risk his wife seeing Sandra with her hand wrapped around his cock. He just hopes no one else sees either. "Sandra, stop." He tries to pull away, but her grip on his cock through his pants doesn't loosen.
Oh, but I don't want to stop... Not yet. She bites her lip, her gaze locked on Chris's face as she strokes him slowly through his pants. "Please," she whispers, her voice almost hoarse from desire. "Let me make you feel better." With a nimble movement of her hand, she undoes his belt and buttons, freeing his cock from its confinement. The moment it's released, Sandra's hand closes around him tightly, pumping him in time with her heartbeat.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she stares at Chris, taking in the expression on his face. She knows she has him now, but she isn't finished yet. With one last tug on his cock, Sandra pulls him close, their bodies sliding against each other in a hungry dance of desire. "Tell
My eyes go wide with panic. "Fuck. No. Stop. I can feel my cock throbbing involuntarily under her touch. "Please, we can't."
Ohhh, you're so cute when you beg. I swear I can hear your cock throbbing against my hand. So eager for release... just like me. You see, there's no point in resisting. I won't stop until we both have what we want. What feels good? Tell me what feels good.
He shakes his head trying to ignore her relentless pulling on his cock. Not knowing how to escape this vulnerable position.
I can see the struggle in Chris's eyes as he tries to fight against my touch. It only makes me want him more, my body responding with a throaty moan as I feel him growing harder and hotter beneath my palm. With one swift motion, Sandra pulls his cock free from his pants, reveling in the sensation of having him completely exposed and at her mercy.
Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, fingers trailing lightly across his stubble before gently stroking his lips. "Tell me what feels good," she whispers roughly, letting the heat in her gaze burn into him. "You know you want this."
"No. I don't." He can't stop his cock from getting rock hard under her assault. "Jesus.....fuck.....I......stop.."
Her hand travels down to cup his cock and balls through his pants, stroking him in time with her words. "Yes you do." She whispers against his lips, kissing him gently before sucking on his lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. Her hips rock forward, pressing the length of her body against his throbbing erection. "Say it," she demands breathlessly, nipping at his jaw with sharp little teeth as she tries to coax him into submission.
I feel the tip of my cock press up under your skirt, it's obvious you're not wearing any underwear and I can feel my tip slide against your folds. Again my eyes widen with panic. "No....No....the games over. Let me go....it's not too late."
I laugh softly, my breath hot against his ear as I continue to stroke and rub his cock against my pussy. "Oh, sweetheart," I whisper mockingly, pressing my hips harder against him, forcing his cock deeper into me. "It's far from over." With a sudden move, I reach down and yanks off his belt with one fluid motion before wrapping it tightly around both of our hands, securing them together. Now I have him where I want him.
"Now," I whisper into his ear as my hips begin to grind against him harder, "we can play." My other hand slips beneath my skirt, fingers curling possessively around your shaft as I use the friction to stroke and tease myself while I fuck him slowly. "Tell me what you want," I demand, arching my back as my nails scrape down his chest in a possessive gesture. "Say it
"Fuck, oh my god....no." I try to resist but her weight pins me to the wall as she grinds on my cock harder.
Oh, you're so cute when you try to resist... It just makes me want you even more. I moan against his neck, my body shaking with desire as he fills me up. Sandra's hips buck wildly, grinding herself against Chris in a desperate attempt to get closer, to feel him deeper inside her. With one last thrust, she impales herself on his cock, their bodies flush together from chest to thighs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down into Chris' eyes, a mixture of lust and triumph glimmering there.
"Now," she pants roughly, leaning in close enough to taste his skin, "tell me what you want." Her free hand trails up his chest, cupping one of his breasts before pinching the nipple through his shirt. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to
I can't speak anymore as I try to stop myself from cumming, stop the final betrayal from happening. I grunt under the strain.
Oh, but you will cum... I won't let you stop. Your hips begin to buck beneath her, meeting her movements with a desperation that drives them both wild. Sandra digs her nails into Chris' shoulders, pulling him harder against her as she feels the warmth spreading between their bodies. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale hot against his skin as she taunts and teases him toward release.
With a final thrust, she arches her back sharply, nails digging into Chris' shoulders as a cry of ecstasy rips from her throat. Sandra's body shudders violently with orgasm, every muscle tense and aching for release as she milks every drop of pleasure from him. As the tension ebbs away, leaving them both boneless and sated, Sandra whispers into his ear: "There... Now
I can't speak. Feeling ashamed and afraid that I am going to get caught. My cock still pulsles inside you as the last drops of my cum empty into your pussy.
Her body shudders against his as her orgasm fades, leaving behind a warmth that envelops them both. Slowly, she relaxes, feeling dazed and satisfied as the last of her tremors subside. The room is silent except for their ragged breathing and the soft sounds they make together in that moment. For now, all Sandra can think about is holding onto this closeness for as long as possible before it has to end. She tilts her head up and looks at Chris, studying his face. There's no happiness there, only shame and fear. It pains her to see him like this, knowing that she was the one who caused it all.
"It's okay," she whispers softly, nuzzling his neck with her cheek. "We don't have to keep doing this." Her free hand glides up and down his chest, tracing patterns on his skin
"I didn't want to so this at all. I have to get out there and find my wife. I don't know what I am going to tell her." I begin dressing.
Oh, baby... This doesn't have to be like this... We could figure something out...
"I am leaving. I hope I never see you again." I gather myself and head toward the door.
She watches him go, smirking. "Oh, you will see me again. I'm not done with that cock." She picks up the wallet that fell out of his pants and looks at the ID inside, reading his address. "mmmm, I will see you very soon."
I find my wife and usher her out of the party and into the car. I drive home, wordlessly, deciding not to tell her. How could I. She would never believe it was against my will. At home, I shower and go to bed. Trying to put the whole ordeal behind me.
As soon as I'm sure he won't change his mind, I leave the party too. My heart races with excitement at the thought of what I'm about to do. I've never been this reckless before... but then again, I've never felt this way about someone either. With a sultry smile playing on my lips, I climb into my car and head toward his house.
With each mile that passes between us, my resolve grows stronger. Tonight is the night he remembers how good it feels to be with me.
I sleeplessly hold my wife close. Trying to forget Sandra's assauly on me. I continue to tell myself there was nothing I could have done. But maybe I should have tried harder to make Sandra stop.
My heart skips a beat as I finally spot the house. It's smaller than I expected, but no less charming. With a wicked grin curling my lips, I climb out of the car and make my way up to the door. My fingers tremble slightly as I lift my hand to knock. Sandra can feel her pulse racing wildly in her veins, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being.
I hear the door and wonder who could be here at this hour. My wife is soundly asleep and I go downstairs, careful not to wake her. I open the door to see Sandra on the step. My eyes widen in horror. "Sandra? What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?
My heart pounds erratically in my chest as Chris' expression turns to horror at the sight of me. "I... I followed you," she confesses, her voice trembling slightly. "I knew you couldn't stay away from me." Her eyes travel down his body, drinking in every inch of him before meeting his gaze again, a mixture of lust and desire glimmering there. "I need you, Chris. I can't stop thinking about what we did tonight." She takes a step closer, breath warm against his skin as she stands close enough to feel the heat emanating from his body.
"Oh, ny god. You are insane. You need professional help. You have to go. Now."
Sandra's eyes flash with anger and determination as Chris tries to push her away. "No," she growls, stepping closer still so that they're practically touching now. "I'm not leaving until you admit that you want this too." Her hand reaches out, gently cupping his cheek before trailing up his jaw and over his ear. "Tell me," she whispers, her breath tickling against his skin as she waits for him to give in.
"I don't. I never did. Now get out of my house."
Sandra's eyes narrow as she looks at him, searching for any sign of lie in his expression. "Chris," she says softly, taking a step back so that they're no longer touching. "I know this is hard for you to accept, but I saw the way you looked at me tonight... Felt the way your body responded."
Her hand moves up, cupping his jaw again as her thumb rubs over his bottom lip. "Just admit it," she says more firmly. "Tell me that I'm right, and maybe we can figure something out together..." Her gaze drops to his lips, lust clouding her vision.
"You took advantage of me. Now get out, before I call the poilice."
A growl rumbles in her throat as she steps even closer, her chest almost touching his now. "The only thing you had taken advantage of tonight was me," she whispers roughly, looking up at him with defiance glinting in her eyes. "And I don't plan on letting that go unpunished." Her hand slides lower, wrapping around his hardening cock through his pants as she gives it a firm squeeze.
"Now," she breathes, leaning forward until their lips are just barely brushing against each other, "you can admit it, or I'll make you." Her hips rock forward, grinding herself against him hard enough to steal his breath away and leave them both aching for more.
My cock hardens in response to her touch, as my body betrays me. But my head spins too, remembering how I came inside her earlier and suddenly my anger turns to confusion. "Just leave me alone......please."
A shudder runs through her at the feel of his cock growing harder beneath her palm. She moans softly against his ear, her hips moving in a mindless rhythm as she grinds herself against him. "You're making this so hard," she whispers roughly, licking along his jaw before nibbling gently at the lobe of his ear. "Just admit it and I promise I'll make you feel better." Her free hand slides up, cupping one of his breasts through his shirt as her thumb flicks over the hardened nipple.
Suddenly, she pulls back, her expression unfathomable in the moonlight. "Fine," she says quietly, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again with determination. "I'll give you a choice." She moves even closer now, their bodies pressed tightly together as they bre