party gone horribly right. - Sex Stories

party gone horribly right.

... don't dress like a little slut if you don't want to be one." She says in a very demanding, firm tone. I want to say I'm not dressed like a slut, but it seems pointless. Her hand slides around from my jaw to grab the back of my head by my hair, yanking on it as her other hand roams down to my shorts, beginning to unbutton them as I try to f***e her hand away. She grabs my hand by the wrist and f***es it behind me, ramming me against the door harder with her body to pin it behind me as she goes back to unfastening my shorts. Her hand immediately following by showing inside the front of my shorts, feeling along the tiny thong I am wearing before shoving inside of it, her middle finger sliding between my lips, stroking up and down, over my little sensitive clit as she stares into my eyes and holds my head in place. Her middle finger dipping inside my sweet, tight pussy just up to her first knuckle then back out and continuing to rub. her legs between mine to keep me from closing them as I whimper, feeling her hot breath on my ear as she whispers "You're a little wet for someone who doesn't want this. You're a filthy slut. It's okay, you can admit you want this, whore." She says in such a soft, cocky tone. I find it kind of sexy but I refuse to admit it, trying to f***e myself to think what she is doing doesn't feel good, although I can slowly feel my resistance crumbling piece by piece, although I still refuse to admit it to myself. I feel her soft, moist lips against my neck as ...

... she begins to suck on it lightly, nibbling then suddenly biting down very hard. I scream loudly in pain as she shoves two fingers all the way inside my little pussy at the same time, trembling from the pain of her teeth and trying not to moan..I can feel the teeth marks on my neck after she lets go, leaning back from me just enough to stare deeply into my eyes, sliding her fingers out of me and her hand out of my shorts. Releasing my hair. "strip now." She demands, I look at her , shocked as I shake my head and say "no" . Her left hand goes to my throat suddenly, gripping it and squeezing till I can't breath as her right hand connects with my cheek hard, feeling the stinging pain of it as I squirm , trying to breath. "You will obey me, or this will be alot worse for you." She says in a cool tone of authority, slapping me hard again in the face before releasing my throat and giving me a little smirk. " take off your clothes, now. Don't make me do it bitch." I stare at her, not sure what to do. Looking lost as I chew on my lip in contemplation. She stares at me with a growing impatient look as a minute passes by that could have taken an hour in my mind. Finally my hands go to the hem of my tank top, and I slowly begin to pull it over my head, nervous, frightened, and more then a little excited. I simply cannot help it as my tank top drops to the floor, my bra quickly following after. Freeing my small, but perky b cup breasts. My hands are shaking slightly as they slide down to ...