Prom Stranger (older_man_forrp and Andy)

His breath was so warm. The sound of his moan impacted her intensely. It sent a rush throughout her body. She shuddered hard against him drawing a loud gasp. He had a handful of her ass, and she began to melt more into him. Her own groans came as easy as breathing. His shoulders were soft, and her hands tenderly slipped his shirt from them as she continued to touch him, exploring his body, feeling him, and making him her own.

She could feel his length pressing hard into her body. The thoughts, the desires, to have it exposed and uniting with her own body were growing, pushing her actions. He lifted her with ease, and she found herself atop him. She could feel him even more so now, and she could not stop her own body from reacting. His hands under her dress, just over the lace that barely covered her ass, urged her on. She thrust her hips to him forcefully. His steely length between her legs pressed to her sex. Her lips parted as she looked down at him.

“Amazing,” she breathed. “It feels amazing. Don’t stop.” She laced her fingers through his hair forcing his head back slightly. In a fit of lust, her mouth claimed his. Parting his lips, her tongue found his, and she lost herself further. She wanted him to undress her. She wanted him to touch her, to take her body, to make her his, and she had doubt he would. She had given him all the control without hesitation and without regret. Her grip on his hair tightened, but only for a second before she released him holding him by his face. As the kiss broke, her lips still to his, her breathing ragged, she whispered, “I want you.” A declaration that need not be spoken. The two moved in a rhythm with one another. Though they were still clothed, it was only a matter of time before the clothing was removed, and their bodies would move as one. She grabbed his shoulder kneading, massaging the flesh. There was strength to his body, an arousing power to him. Her eyes locked with his, and if he had doubt whatsoever that this was what she wanted; it should have been erased in her stare.

He continued to grind her. As he felt her soft, warm mound slide up and down his shaft through a few layers of fabric, he could tell how ready she was. In his passion, he squeezed her ass harder. He was sure it was painful at the least, but he didn't stop. His mind was shifting. He began to see her more as something that was here, in his room, for his pleasure. It would be his number one priority. He knew that since she was a virgin, and his manhood was so big, it didn't matter how selfish he was, she would get some pleasure in the end, even if she had to go through some pain to get there.

He should make her his. Not just his partner for tonight, but his toy for the future. He'd be able to teach her sex the way he wants it. He grinded harder as he kissed, using the grip on her ass to work her back and forth along his pants. He kissed her deep as well, loving her taste. After a minute or two he reached to the bottom of her dress, tugging it up and over her head, pausing his kissing with her to make room. As the dress came off and on to the floor he took a moment to survey his canvas for the night. Pink flesh and lace. Pink flesh and lace. That's all his eyes saw and he grinned. Swallowing hard and biting his lip, he leaned forward to kiss more of her exposed chest, with his hands on her ass again, he leaned forward and turned over, without letting her touch the ground and keeping her suspended. Now he was over her on the couch and kissing her neck and shoulder. Nibbling lightly as he caressed her spread legs high on her thighs.

Her pink panties were pressed firmly against the prominent bulge in his pants. Her skin pressed into the lace and its patterns, tugging on the slim, ribbon bows that adorned each of her hips. Panties suitable for a little girl, and yet here she was, in this adult situation wearing them. Her eyes nearly glazed over with lust as she began to want him more and more. The erection pressing into her body becoming too much to bear, and she wanted more of it. If it felt this good touching her, certainly it would feel even better sliding into my pussy, she thought.

Her breathing now completely erratic, she reaches for her chest squeezing her own breasts together. In one swift movement, she feels her dress coming off of her body, and she moves with grace to aid him. It feels freeing to be half naked in front of him. Her pink, lace bra, with the diamond between her breasts complemented by her pink lace panties, the only clothing covering her body, seemed even to be too much. Again her hands pressed her breasts together, and between her fingers she felt her nipples hard. Pleasure filled gasps were drawn from her lips as his mouth touched her chest, and she released her own body gripping his head. All of this was more delight than she ever imagined she would be feeling tonight. Even as he gripped her ass hard, and the cries of pain were heard through the room, she was still feeling an overwhelming contentment. The room seemed to spin as he once more moved her body. His powerful form over her own once more, and her head was swimming with a carnal lust, a rage that was growing beyond anything she could keep contained much longer. Soon, very soon, she would have to be satisfied.

He drew in every inch of her body with his eyes. Her pink, soft skin was toned and perfect. Her taste was growing saltier as the body heat between them starting producing the slightest glaze of sweat on her skin. She was even more like a doll than he originally thought. The lacey fabric was a wonderful wrapping paper for his greatest present. He had been so sweet up to this point. More of a function of not getting arrested for rape than really caring for the emotional stability of a highschooler. That all changed the minute he saw how easily she undressed. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up. Her ass was in the air and she was on her knees and palms. Then, leaning over her back he took a firm handful of her blonde hair. Pulling back on her head and kissing her shoulder, he used it to lift her up at the waist a bit and face her towards the back of the couch.

From here, she could lean her arms on the back of the couch, while staying on her knees. Her ass protruding in front of him. "Perfect." He smiled and whispered in her ear. His large hand on the back of her neck, keeping her in her current position. He reached his other hand down, grabbing a thick twist of her lacey panty fabric and tugging down, exposing her naked ass. "Very perfect." he said, surveying her once more. He finished tugging the panties down till they lay midway down her thighs, suspended by her slightly spread stance. He placed a hand firmly on her ass, squeezing one cheek hard before sliding his hand off. Making his way around the couch. "Stay there." He uttered firmly. Unbuckling his belt as he came around the back of the couch to face her. Looking down at her with a sinister grin. "Take it out. It's time you had it." He commanded as he grabbed her hands from their resting places on the cushion and moved them to his button.

Chloe gasped as he moved her body with ease. She was nothing more than a ragdoll in his hands. As he grabbed her hair, a new feeling came over. She wanted to please him. It came out of nowhere, and she had no idea why, but she wanted to make sure he was happy. He was leading her by hair, it seemed, and she would follow any commands he gave her. Suddenly she felt more like his play thing than anything else, and that was alright with her. Following the urges and the way he nudged her body, she took her position on the couch. She didn’t even make a sound as he took down her panties. Knowing her ass was exposed to him only excited her further. She knew she was wet, and at this point, she only hoped he noticed it as well. “Stay there.” His words were firm and in control. She did not move a single muscle. She was reluctant to let him move her hands even, but in her mind she rationalized it as it was his body moving her. So she relaxed and let him lead her.

She quickly freed the button and lowered his zipper, the distinct sound filling the room. She could barely glimpse his cock at first, but her fingers were nimble as she brought the length free from his slacks. It was impressive, and her heart raced. She wanted it. Her natural instincts took over, and her mouth lowered to the meat before her. Her tongue swirled on the tip as she lowered her lips along him. With her hands still free, she tugged his slacks further down showing off more of his body. Her hands taking his balls, she leaned down licking them, suckling them. He had such a taste to him, one that she never imagined before. How could she? She had never tasted a cock before, but she was taking to it well. Her mouth sank down on him until the tip stabbed at the back of her throat. She lifted up only half of his length before she repeated her motion. Knowing that this was right, hoping this was what he wanted, she kept on working him slowly. Tasting, sucking, tongue swirling; gripping his shaft with her hand, touching his balls with her free hand, Chloe was becoming his cock sucking slut.

Mike looked down as she anticipated his next command before he even said it. He smiled. This was what he wanted. A lump of clay to mold into something that would please him in every way HE wanted. He breathed in sharply as she touched it. "Good girl." He said, reaching his head up and brushing her hair out of the way of her face. Biting his lower lip as her mouth wrapped around it and grunting. "NNggghhh.. yes" He could tell she was timid at first so he gripped her hair behind her head, guiding her down along his shaft, watching every inch of it get slick with her spit.

"Mmm, just like that, Chloe.. Good, very good." He encouraged her as a teacher would looking over the shoulder of a child doing homework. Still, applying more and more pressure to her head and inhaling deeply as waves of feeling travelled over his skin. He felt her hands on his dangling balls as well and he smirked. "Wow.. you're doing so good already.." He reached down and rubbed his hand down her back to her ass as he bent over her, squeezing a large handful as she continued to work his cock.

His hands on her head took her by surprise, but she was also thankful. There was no guessing what he wanted. He was showing her, teaching her, and in a sense demanding exactly how he wanted her to devour him. He tasted unlike anything she had ever had before, and she liked every inch of his cock deep in her mouth and throat. Though this was her first time, it felt like second nature to her. It was as if it was what she was meant to do. To please him.

Sighing deeply against the member filling her mouth, she thrived on his words. It was the driving force behind what she did, how she did it, and even the feelings taking over her body. His hands on her head, her spine, and her ass were all so over powering. Chills ran the length of her back up to her shoulder raising the skin on her arms. She quickened her movements swallowing him over and over again a bit faster each time. She didn’t care if she was working against his grip, his guidance. Something had taken over her, and she was not going to fight it.