p style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="3dd226776f1e3fc861f97eccca5ebd14"em style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box;""Go find help. I'll stay," I told my friend, K. She looked at me, her eyes round with fear. "There has to be another way, just come with me," she pleaded. K knew that wouldn't be possible. /em/p
p style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="b83a1e013f193325a84eea64b59150f9"em style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box;"On one of our little early evening walks, we decided to explore an abandoned, almost demolished apartment building. To have a little fun. The lights were still on in the long hallways, they were covered with a brown-red wallpaper, making it seem much darker and spookier. After a while of walking, we quickly realized that we had passed apartment 31 twice already, yet we had been walking in a straight line to not get lost. After passing it a third time, the door swung open to reveal a man. He was tall, young, and shirtless. He went to the gym, his body was well-sculpted, his muscles gleaming and pronounced. And for those who have a weak spot for tattoos... well... he was covered in them. Naturally, my eyes stuttered on his figure for a while before reality seared in and I remembered that we were two women, alone in an apartment building, with a man twice our size. "Take a right," I ordered under my breath, trying to remain calm. K's fingers were digging into my forearm at that point, her nervous state reminding me of how much trouble we were actually in. We were both scared, but I figured that if I remained calm, she would become too. I peeped my head around the corner of the hall and as I had assumed, the man was standing in the doorway, waiting. "We have to ask him..." I started and I slowly made my way to him, dragging K along with me. "Hey, how can we get out of here?" I asked. His face was nonchalant, except for that sly smirk on his face. "One of you has to stay so that the other one can leave," he stated as he looked into my eyes, penetrating my defenses and seeing the nervous, shaking being that was inside of me. I turned to K, taking her by the arms and squeezing them to get her attention. "You can get out of here, you're smaller than me. You can fit through anything. Once you get out, go get help and come back for me. I'll be fine." I told her reassuringly, not feeling the slightest reassured myself. I gave her a look to say I was ok and pushed her towards the hall we had come from and watched her disappear in the darkness. /em/p
p style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="3118b49d981791e56fc8dcbec01c0cc7"I turned to the man, he was leaning, his body completely relaxed. "Come on in, then," he ushered, moving his body to make way. My heart was racing at this point. My palms were clammy. "She'll be back," I declared in an attempt to reassure myself. In the center of the apartment was a King bed, covered in a red cloth that looked soft. On the ceiling above it, there was a light, dimly lighting the room. The only other light there was I assumed was in the bathroom which was right at the end of the bed. I stood on the edge of the bed, "Not for a while," his voice grumbled. I turned to find him standing only a few centimeters from my face, peering down at me with his predatory eyes. One of his hands went to my waist while the other went to cup my jaw, his thumb making small, circular movements on my cheek. I gasped. My fear was dwindling and was slowly being replaced by a different kind of nervousness. He bent his head, ever so slowly. My breath shuddered, making him smirk. As my eyes were closing, my head leaning, my arms coming up to grab onto his bare shoulders, he pushed me onto the bed abruptly. His hands went to my ankles, pulling them until my ass was on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide open. Without saying a word, he takes off my jeans, revealing my panties, black and lacy. As he kneels, he sets his hand on my lower stomach, his thumb reaching down to rub my covered clit. My eyes once looking at his movements, now searched in his eyes. I knew I shouldn't be feeling that way. It was wrong. But I was so turned on. This finger was now making slow, lazy circles around my nub, making it more engorged, making me wetter. He then took off my panties, the smell of my arousal was in the air. "Wait, wait!" I pleaded, closing my legs to cover myself from his gaze. It was no use. He was too strong. He forced my legs apart and slid a pillow under my hips, elevating me, exposing me. I was vulnerable. My legs, now on either side of his face were trembling with excitement. I could imagine his mouth moving on me, but yet he was nowhere there. He started kissing my inner leg, His tongue, wet and moist. My breathing was catching, my lower jaw juttering. He looked up at me one last time before he set his mouth on my pussy, a small cry escaping my opened mouth. I could feel his tongue moving against my sensitive spot, sending electricity shooting down my entrance. His lips were kissing, aggressive against my clit, making me lift my hips to get more. I needed more. I caught his hands which were making their way to my breasts and clasped them, holding on. As he went on, I could hear him make sloppier noises, I was getting wetter and wetter by the second. It was getting warmer byt he second so I let go of his hands to take my shirt and bralette off. My breasts fully bare. I was getting closer. I returned to is hands, dragging them to my mounds until they foudn their way to my nipples sending more electricity shooting down to my clit. I was getting so much closer now. Barely on the edge now... Fuck his mouth was doing things to me. That pillow was exposing me much more than I felt comfortable showing, isolating my sensitive clit. His lips were moving. His tongue was invading. His fingers circling my nipples. But there was something missing. Something that would fill my entrance. It was a feeling that I knew wouldn't go away if he... Fuck... I looked down at him, his eyes were peering up at mine. His mouth came up despite my small whine, and it turned into a smirk. He knew I was close. He knew he was good. And he knew I wanted it. I was too far gone. It didn't matter anymore. I wanted him. Right. Fucking. Now. Before he could bury back into my pussy, I lifted myself up and grabbed hold of his face pulling it to mine in a fiery, hot kiss. I could taste my wetness in his mouth. My tongue circling his, the same that had brought me to the edge. I started to unbottun his jeans, frantic, needing. "I need..." I started but could not finish, my brain now foggy with the thought of getting to see him, taste him...feel him. "Let's go to the shower," he offered lifting his hands in defeat. "We're so warm now, a shower will cool us off." I looked up to him and nodded. He then grabbed my hand and we made our way to the bathroom, covered in light blue tiles. Right in front of us was a bathtub. "Turn the water on," he ordered, which I obediently followed through, as I heard his jeans fall to the floor. The showerhead gurgled and strings of hot, water cascaded into the bathtub. I got into the shower and held out my hand for his to take, an invitation. My hands started to explore his body, running onto the pathways of his tattoos. "Lay down," he said, guiding me down into the bathtub. He did too, laying on his side to spoon me. My back was to his front, his legs molded into mine, the water covering us. I could feel his hardness pressing on my lower back and I nudged him with my rounded ass. He moved and I could feel him taking his underwear off. I could feel a almost burning, hard member pressing, skin-to-skin now. I whined, nudging him more. He lifted my leg to rest on the side of the bathtub and tiltd my ass towards him, pressing the tip to my entrance, wet with anticipation. His hand travelled under my pit to grab on to my breast, squeezing it. He slowly entered the head of his dick inside and I gasped. Fuck. As my hand went down to rub my clit, I felt his face come down to my back. He kissed my spine and I immediately shivered, my back arching and in doing so, pushing into his hard cock. What the fuck. I could feel him filling me, making me wetter, hotter, needier. He started to move, rocking my body with his, my fingers still playing with my clit. He was moving faster now, kissing me every now and then, making me arch my back and meet his thrusts. The water was everywhere now, slapping between my spread out legs and his thrusting hips. I could feel it coming again. It was stronger this time. "Don't stop" I whisper closing my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows in concentration. I could hear him start to grunt as well, his dick bulging, his fingers clawing at my breasts. "Fuck" he grumbles. My fingers start moving fast now, I'm getting closer and closer now. He's thrusting into my pussy. He's kneeding my perky breasts. He's kissing my spine and biting down into the flesh there. Fucking god. And as I'm about to cum, he pulls back, leaving me empty. Surprised, I turned, ready to start hitting him for making me almost cum twice, leaving me unsatisfied. My mistake. I had to turned and peered down to see him clutching his cock. It was a monster. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed as I looked down to see the biggest dick I had ever seen. "That didn't go in me" I yell, my eyes rounding in disbelief. "Turn around" he orders, putting his hand to my shoulder. "Fuck! That's not going in me" I proclaim, pushing back. "It's already been in you, all of it." He growled. "Ain't no fucking way I'll stop now" he said as he grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it back to my entrance. I was still shocked. I understood now why he had chosen to keep it from my sight. His tip was barely touching my entrance, convulsing, waiting for the promise of his filling me. My head tilted back as my fingers went back to my engorged clit. His hand went to my hip, grabbing hold of the bone there as leverage. I could feel him pulling back, my fingers moving faster and faster, I was so close to cumming now. I was just waiting for him. And with one quick move, he filled me entirely, my orgasm shattering me into a moaning mess. He wasn't stopping his thrusts, which made my orgasm last a lot longer, it was overpowering. "My turn" he grumbled before ramming his cock into me one last time before his hips stuttered and stilled, his own orgasm making him groan loudly in my ear as his fingers dug deep into my hip. "Fuck" he murmured low. And then... I woke up.../p
p style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="0533285751a16d8213bbab57c481a481"Yes. It had all been a dream./p
p style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="b83a1e013f193325a84eea64b59150f9"em style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box;"On one of our little early evening walks, we decided to explore an abandoned, almost demolished apartment building. To have a little fun. The lights were still on in the long hallways, they were covered with a brown-red wallpaper, making it seem much darker and spookier. After a while of walking, we quickly realized that we had passed apartment 31 twice already, yet we had been walking in a straight line to not get lost. After passing it a third time, the door swung open to reveal a man. He was tall, young, and shirtless. He went to the gym, his body was well-sculpted, his muscles gleaming and pronounced. And for those who have a weak spot for tattoos... well... he was covered in them. Naturally, my eyes stuttered on his figure for a while before reality seared in and I remembered that we were two women, alone in an apartment building, with a man twice our size. "Take a right," I ordered under my breath, trying to remain calm. K's fingers were digging into my forearm at that point, her nervous state reminding me of how much trouble we were actually in. We were both scared, but I figured that if I remained calm, she would become too. I peeped my head around the corner of the hall and as I had assumed, the man was standing in the doorway, waiting. "We have to ask him..." I started and I slowly made my way to him, dragging K along with me. "Hey, how can we get out of here?" I asked. His face was nonchalant, except for that sly smirk on his face. "One of you has to stay so that the other one can leave," he stated as he looked into my eyes, penetrating my defenses and seeing the nervous, shaking being that was inside of me. I turned to K, taking her by the arms and squeezing them to get her attention. "You can get out of here, you're smaller than me. You can fit through anything. Once you get out, go get help and come back for me. I'll be fine." I told her reassuringly, not feeling the slightest reassured myself. I gave her a look to say I was ok and pushed her towards the hall we had come from and watched her disappear in the darkness. /em/p
p style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="3118b49d981791e56fc8dcbec01c0cc7"I turned to the man, he was leaning, his body completely relaxed. "Come on in, then," he ushered, moving his body to make way. My heart was racing at this point. My palms were clammy. "She'll be back," I declared in an attempt to reassure myself. In the center of the apartment was a King bed, covered in a red cloth that looked soft. On the ceiling above it, there was a light, dimly lighting the room. The only other light there was I assumed was in the bathroom which was right at the end of the bed. I stood on the edge of the bed, "Not for a while," his voice grumbled. I turned to find him standing only a few centimeters from my face, peering down at me with his predatory eyes. One of his hands went to my waist while the other went to cup my jaw, his thumb making small, circular movements on my cheek. I gasped. My fear was dwindling and was slowly being replaced by a different kind of nervousness. He bent his head, ever so slowly. My breath shuddered, making him smirk. As my eyes were closing, my head leaning, my arms coming up to grab onto his bare shoulders, he pushed me onto the bed abruptly. His hands went to my ankles, pulling them until my ass was on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide open. Without saying a word, he takes off my jeans, revealing my panties, black and lacy. As he kneels, he sets his hand on my lower stomach, his thumb reaching down to rub my covered clit. My eyes once looking at his movements, now searched in his eyes. I knew I shouldn't be feeling that way. It was wrong. But I was so turned on. This finger was now making slow, lazy circles around my nub, making it more engorged, making me wetter. He then took off my panties, the smell of my arousal was in the air. "Wait, wait!" I pleaded, closing my legs to cover myself from his gaze. It was no use. He was too strong. He forced my legs apart and slid a pillow under my hips, elevating me, exposing me. I was vulnerable. My legs, now on either side of his face were trembling with excitement. I could imagine his mouth moving on me, but yet he was nowhere there. He started kissing my inner leg, His tongue, wet and moist. My breathing was catching, my lower jaw juttering. He looked up at me one last time before he set his mouth on my pussy, a small cry escaping my opened mouth. I could feel his tongue moving against my sensitive spot, sending electricity shooting down my entrance. His lips were kissing, aggressive against my clit, making me lift my hips to get more. I needed more. I caught his hands which were making their way to my breasts and clasped them, holding on. As he went on, I could hear him make sloppier noises, I was getting wetter and wetter by the second. It was getting warmer byt he second so I let go of his hands to take my shirt and bralette off. My breasts fully bare. I was getting closer. I returned to is hands, dragging them to my mounds until they foudn their way to my nipples sending more electricity shooting down to my clit. I was getting so much closer now. Barely on the edge now... Fuck his mouth was doing things to me. That pillow was exposing me much more than I felt comfortable showing, isolating my sensitive clit. His lips were moving. His tongue was invading. His fingers circling my nipples. But there was something missing. Something that would fill my entrance. It was a feeling that I knew wouldn't go away if he... Fuck... I looked down at him, his eyes were peering up at mine. His mouth came up despite my small whine, and it turned into a smirk. He knew I was close. He knew he was good. And he knew I wanted it. I was too far gone. It didn't matter anymore. I wanted him. Right. Fucking. Now. Before he could bury back into my pussy, I lifted myself up and grabbed hold of his face pulling it to mine in a fiery, hot kiss. I could taste my wetness in his mouth. My tongue circling his, the same that had brought me to the edge. I started to unbottun his jeans, frantic, needing. "I need..." I started but could not finish, my brain now foggy with the thought of getting to see him, taste him...feel him. "Let's go to the shower," he offered lifting his hands in defeat. "We're so warm now, a shower will cool us off." I looked up to him and nodded. He then grabbed my hand and we made our way to the bathroom, covered in light blue tiles. Right in front of us was a bathtub. "Turn the water on," he ordered, which I obediently followed through, as I heard his jeans fall to the floor. The showerhead gurgled and strings of hot, water cascaded into the bathtub. I got into the shower and held out my hand for his to take, an invitation. My hands started to explore his body, running onto the pathways of his tattoos. "Lay down," he said, guiding me down into the bathtub. He did too, laying on his side to spoon me. My back was to his front, his legs molded into mine, the water covering us. I could feel his hardness pressing on my lower back and I nudged him with my rounded ass. He moved and I could feel him taking his underwear off. I could feel a almost burning, hard member pressing, skin-to-skin now. I whined, nudging him more. He lifted my leg to rest on the side of the bathtub and tiltd my ass towards him, pressing the tip to my entrance, wet with anticipation. His hand travelled under my pit to grab on to my breast, squeezing it. He slowly entered the head of his dick inside and I gasped. Fuck. As my hand went down to rub my clit, I felt his face come down to my back. He kissed my spine and I immediately shivered, my back arching and in doing so, pushing into his hard cock. What the fuck. I could feel him filling me, making me wetter, hotter, needier. He started to move, rocking my body with his, my fingers still playing with my clit. He was moving faster now, kissing me every now and then, making me arch my back and meet his thrusts. The water was everywhere now, slapping between my spread out legs and his thrusting hips. I could feel it coming again. It was stronger this time. "Don't stop" I whisper closing my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows in concentration. I could hear him start to grunt as well, his dick bulging, his fingers clawing at my breasts. "Fuck" he grumbles. My fingers start moving fast now, I'm getting closer and closer now. He's thrusting into my pussy. He's kneeding my perky breasts. He's kissing my spine and biting down into the flesh there. Fucking god. And as I'm about to cum, he pulls back, leaving me empty. Surprised, I turned, ready to start hitting him for making me almost cum twice, leaving me unsatisfied. My mistake. I had to turned and peered down to see him clutching his cock. It was a monster. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed as I looked down to see the biggest dick I had ever seen. "That didn't go in me" I yell, my eyes rounding in disbelief. "Turn around" he orders, putting his hand to my shoulder. "Fuck! That's not going in me" I proclaim, pushing back. "It's already been in you, all of it." He growled. "Ain't no fucking way I'll stop now" he said as he grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it back to my entrance. I was still shocked. I understood now why he had chosen to keep it from my sight. His tip was barely touching my entrance, convulsing, waiting for the promise of his filling me. My head tilted back as my fingers went back to my engorged clit. His hand went to my hip, grabbing hold of the bone there as leverage. I could feel him pulling back, my fingers moving faster and faster, I was so close to cumming now. I was just waiting for him. And with one quick move, he filled me entirely, my orgasm shattering me into a moaning mess. He wasn't stopping his thrusts, which made my orgasm last a lot longer, it was overpowering. "My turn" he grumbled before ramming his cock into me one last time before his hips stuttered and stilled, his own orgasm making him groan loudly in my ear as his fingers dug deep into my hip. "Fuck" he murmured low. And then... I woke up.../p
p style="scroll-behavior: auto !important; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="0533285751a16d8213bbab57c481a481"Yes. It had all been a dream./p