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Fuck Doll - The Wrong Date

... loved girly pastel colors, ribbons and bows, much like what she was wearing. I was sure I must have been bright red by then. “I keep my drawers in a panty drawer,” She sighed enigmatically. “English is so complicated.” “Well, not really,” I replied, without giving it too much thought. Of course English was easy to me. I was brought up speaking English, learning English vocabulary and grammar at school, and speaking English throughout my adult life. I didn’t speak any Hungarian, so who was I to say that English isn’t complicated? For all I knew, Hungarian could have been much more complicated. “You are complicated,” She said. “Very British, you think one thing and you say another.” “No I don’t!” I exclaimed, hoping to defend myself, but knowing that I was transparent. “You want to fuck me, but you’re scared to tell me,” She continued, looking at me menacingly. “No I don’t!” I exclaimed once again, realizing just how pathetic I sounded repeating myself. “I can see it in your eyes,” She continued, walking up to me and taking hold of my tie. “You all want to fuck the little schoolgirl. You’re an important man with a big career and lots of influence, but what you really want is to feel a tight young pussy squeezing your dick, something to remind you that you’re still a man.” For a non-native speaker, she certainly knew how to get her point across. I was floored. I had no clue what to say. The only thing on my mind right then was that Bianka was available and that my ex-wife and ...

... son were at least a couple of hours away. “OK, I’ll admit that I find you attractive,” I said. “Shut up!” She responded, grabbing my hand and pulling me down onto the bed with her, “I want you to ravage me, treat me like your fuck doll.” She looked me in the eye as we lay there for a few seconds. This was no longer a question of me trying to conquer a young woman. She had already shown me that she was in charge. The challenge was for me to show her that I could perform. --- I slipped off my tie and grabbed her first by the left wrist and then by the right. I think both she and I were surprised at how quickly I had managed to tie up her hands and attach them to the headboard. I had no experience with such activities. With her hands above her head, she didn’t have much room to manoeuver. She looked at me defiantly, kicking her legs about, but to no avail. “You’re a dirty bastard,” She cursed at me. “I will never be your fuck doll!” I felt possessed at her enthusiasm for the role-play, if it was role-play. I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, I was living the moment. The sight of the young maiden tied up to the bedpost, left helpless at the hands of the villainous villain excited me beyond anything I’d ever known. She wasn’t even naked yet! I grabbed the top of her jeans shorts, trying to steer clear of her flailing legs. By moving to her side, I was able to undo the zip and pull her jeans down, exposing the pretty white panties I had seen from behind earlier. They were visibly ...