Deceived into Sex - A True Story
Sometimes a strong desire forces one to devise very inventive ways to seduce the girl of one's dreams. This is exactly the story where I took a risk and behaved in a way that was not typical for me. And all because of the extreme sexuality of the story's main character. I can show her photo to the curious (see the end of the story).
Valya was the perfect model. A tall, slender, long-haired blonde, with long legs, small, attractive round buttocks, a face with charismatic full lips and the expression of an unapproachable bitch. All this was combined with a way of dressing and swaying her hips like an 18-year-old girl in search of a cock.
Passersby devoured her with their eyes, bolder guys lined up to get acquainted, cars stopped every time she was near the road. All in vain.Her alluring, prostitute-like appearance did not at all mean availability in reality. She had a husband who had once taken her virginity, and he was the only man in her life. She had never cheated on him, although she didn't really love him. But he adored her and felt incredible pride that only he could ride such a sweet treat every day. His desire for her was insatiable, and for five years he hadn't missed a single day when his wife was in a condition to not take advantage of such a treasure, to the envy of the neighbors who were forced to listen to the passion-rattling sofa.
I didn't know any of this when we met through work. I clearly saw that she liked me.
She was interested in me as an extraordinary personality. My original way of solving business problems, my good position, and the impunity of my brazen behavior in high business circles aroused her curiosity.
Apparently, that's why I managed quite simply to end up with her at my place for tea. The new acquaintance was dressed in a short summer dress, her whole body inviting a deeper conversation. The coquette showed all the signs of interest, but something was off. When I tried to kiss her gorgeous full lips, she pulled away and firmly stated that nothing would happen between us, and that I was just as horny a goat as all the other men. I admitted that I was, perhaps, much hornier than the average man.
Several times my hands were angrily removed from her ass, which sent me into a stupid delight. It soon became clear that a soft approach wouldn't work with her. This girl definitely wasn't going to give herself up just like that. I was sure she was the type of woman who would submit to force. But, unfortunately for the bloodthirsty part of the readers, I decided not to involve violence. And I was cowed by her cold refusal.
I failed to close the distance. Valya left, swaying her sugary ass, and I suffered an insulting defeat: the bitch had framed me and didn't give it up. At night, I received an SMS: "My husband just fucked me doggy style. Jealous?" And I was jealous. I imagined the henpecked guy with a childishly happy face fucking the pretentious chick who had just sent me packing. Oh, I would have paid dearly to get even and seduce her! I remembered her stories about men who had chased after her for years but remained only admirers. Like them, I too was just background noise for her, boosting her ego.
When I met her next at one of the exhibitions, even though I was angry with her, I was overcome with joyful excitement. Her regal walk turned me on (and the surrounding crowds). Valentina was wearing red high-heeled shoes, denim mini-shorts over tights of an unimaginable color, with a shiny top and a neckline showing her small but high-set breasts.
We went to talk in a cafe, where I learned she was going through a tough time financially. She said she was so fed up with everything that she was thinking about suicide. At that moment, she wasn't joking. I don't feel pity for such people (she didn't pity herself either), and I thought I could play on that. "If life is over anyway, let's go have sex. I'll pay you for it, and you'll solve your problems." I said it as a provocation, without any firm intention. And she resolutely refused, but asked to borrow a fairly large sum. Apparently, I wasn't the first person she had asked, and unsuccessfully. Staying true to her bitchy nature, she set her conditions: no sex, just a loan. Her smile, playful gaze, and charm could make you sell your apartment and relatives just to find that money and please her. And I agreed.
Now the fish was on the hook. Just don't let it get away! We went to my place for the money.
In the taxi, I didn't forget to touch her at every opportunity, ignoring her indignation. Valya resisted, but not as decisively as last time. When I felt that, I tripled my audacity and pressure. In the end, she stopped removing my hand from her leg, and I could calmly travel over it, transmitting excitement into her body as well.
When the taxi driver stopped and got out to refuel, my hand slipped between her legs, she recoiled, and snarled viciously: "Don't even dream about sex with me!"
Valya snorted, but it was clear she was thinking frantically. I already knew from her confessions that she hated giving blowjobs. And even her husband couldn't make her. That was an omission—her legendary lips shouldn't just sit on her face without work.
We drove on. Loud music was playing in the car. The girl, glancing warily at the driver and the rearview mirror, leaned over, unzipped my pants, and took my cock in her hand. I tried to blink less often to imprint this picture in my memory. An unbelievably beautiful blonde was jerking me off in the back seat of a taxi. Her back was arched, her buttocks attractively thrust upward. I immediately took her breast with one hand and began to caress it. Sensing her hesitation, with my other hand I gently pushed her head down. Her little mouth tenderly accepted my property. While the model worked her head, my hand slipped into her shorts and found her pussy—it was wet. After playing a little with her clitoris and making sure she was aroused, I leaned back in the seat—the "faithful" wife was earning the money in a way that was a sight to behold. Her lips quickly slid up and down the shaft—she was hurrying to finish before the car stopped or the driver turned around.
Neither one nor the other happened: at an intersection, the driver noticed the blowjob activity but said nothing, only nodding his head respectfully. We arrived quickly, I didn't have time to cum, and I wasn't planning to yet. People at the entrance saw a girl of model appearance getting out of the taxi, with swollen huge lips, wiping saliva from her mouth. I helped her out, and we walked to the door while the public watched me firmly squeezing her ass on the move.
"What do you think you're doing, you bastard!"—she commented on my behavior in the elevator lobby. For that, she got a slap on the ass. More painful than playful. I couldn't allow her to regain control and release her will, which had retreated into a corner. I shoved the beauty into the elevator and made her squat down. The wonderful "Stop" button and her head was once again fitted onto my cock. This time I firmly took her head and began to fuck her mouth with all my might. My balls slapped against her chin, and my cock went deep into her charming little mouth. She protested with muffled moans but couldn't break free.
When we reached the apartment, she looked humiliated and detached from what was happening. Although her thoroughbred walk and proud posture remained. The wild filly was ready to be broken in.
Right in the hallway in front of the mirror, I bent her over against the wall, she leaned on it with both hands. I pulled down her shorts along with her tights and panties and with one strong thrust entered her slit. The runway star moaned voluptuously and soon, surprisingly, began to actively thrust back herself. Apparently, when she realized she couldn't control the situation, she was able to calmly enjoy cheating on her husband.
Her small, firm buttocks looked perfect together with my cock, especially now that it was filling the girl, and she was impaling herself on it with rare zeal.
We continued in bed face to face, where I turned into either a sewing machine or a furious beast. Her incredibly slender, light body writhed in my hands with pleasure, soon began to turn pink and was seized by an orgasm, which she accompanied with a rather loud, satisfied cry. A minute later, I pulled out of her, moved higher to her head, and released a stream of semen onto her perfect, bitchy face. This clearly displeased her. Not knowing what to do, she licked her lips, making a funny grimace. And I shoved my cock into her mouth and made a few final thrusts as the orgasm spread in waves through my body.
Now this was my victory. My revenge. The harshly fucked wife of another man and the object of worship for hundreds of men lay on my bed covered in cum.
I didn't give her the money. I didn't have it. It was a provocation from start to finish. We didn't part as friends. We parted as victor and vanquished. She was in shock but didn't protest my vile act too much. As far as I could understand, her feelings were very mixed, and it wasn't just anger.
A year and a half later, we ended up together at a social evening, she was drunk and dragged me into the women's restroom herself to give herself to me there with moans that were clearly noticed by everyone present in the restroom. As we parted, she told me she hated me and gave me a few more extremely unflattering descriptions.