Message 1: sent at 2AM
Dear Chris,
I am very sorry, but something terrible has happened. A man is making me write this email to you, my boyfriend. He said he will not fuck me unless I do. I am so sorry, but he insists and I cannot say no. Right now, I am sitting on his lap and he is watching me write this. His hands are all over me. His cock is between my legs but he refuses to put it in me. He is using his hand and his cock to bring me just to the point of orgasm, but then he will not touch me and he will not let me touch myself. I am so sorry, I do not want to write these things to you, but he is insisting. And I have to have him:
I went out to the bar with my friends, and we all got drunk, then I was dancing, and this guy started dancing with me. He seemed like a nice guy, and I was missing you and he reminded me a little of you, so I thought it would be ok to dance with him for a bit.
I was wearing my thin green dress and a thong. We danced for a while and it was nice. He was a good dancer and very polite. But after a while he started dancing closer. He was touching me a little but it seemed ok. Then I guess I gave him the wrong signals because he put his hands up under my dress and touched my ass, he started pulling me against him. I pushed him away and tried to walk back towards my table.
But he came up behind me and started dancing with me from behind. That was ok because he did not really touch me at first. After a while he started running his hands over me, just a little at first: my shoulders, my neck; but then my stomach, my thighs. It was really an erotic dance and I almost forgot where I was. I was a little dunk and I missed you so much, and for a while I could almost pretend it was you touching me like that.
He danced all around me. His hands ended up on my breasts, or tangled in my hair, his fingers were in my mouth sometimes. His hard penis was pressed against my ass, my leg, my stomach. I felt guilty, and I wanted him to stop. I tried to walk away from him several times, but each time he grabbed me and pulled me back. I don't know why I let him.
We danced for a while like this and he became more and more forward, and I was more and more uncomfortable. Then, after a while, he was dancing behind me again, he had his hands on my thighs and his cock pressed against my ass. Before I knew what had happened, his hand had slid under my dress and was between my legs. Suddenly his fingers were inside me; he was rubbing my clit and massaging all around my hole. And he was licking and biting me all over my shoulders and neck and ears. I was very upset. I looked around but we were packed tight in the crowd of dancing people and no one could see what was happening.
I wanted to push him away, to stop it, to run away. I am so sorry but it felt so good, and I was transfixed. I swear to you, I only let it go on for one, maybe two songs. I almost came several times, but each time, he would stop touching me just before I could orgasm. Finally, I came to my senses and escaped him to head back to the table. I think I escaped him or maybe he just let me go so he could follow me. I was drunk, and my head was spinning, and I am not sure.
When I got back to the table all of my friends were out on the dance floor. He had followed me and sat down beside me. He tried to kiss me. I did not want to kiss him because I was thinking about you, but I was drunk, and I let him kiss me. And soon his hand was under the table, up my skirt, on my legs, inside me, everywhere. I was pushing him away the whole time but I just did not seem to have the will to make him stop.
Finally I had enough and I had to get away. I just wanted to get home and forget all about it. While he was in the bathroom, I quickly slipped out of the club and into a taxi. But somehow he caught up to me. As I was closing the taxi door, a hand caught the door and suddenly he was on the seat beside. I was very firm and told him very clearly that he was not coming home with me. He said, of course he would not, but that a beautiful drunk girl should have someone see her to her door. Well, you know I do not like walking through our apartment complex at night, so I agreed that when we arrived at the apartment, he could walk me to our door.
In the taxi he was kissing me more. And he put his hand down my dress and massaged my breasts. I could not stop him. Soon his hand was back between my legs, his fingers inside of me. The whole time, I was just praying to get back to the safety of our apartment as soon as possible.
When we got back to the apartment complex, he walked me to our apartment door. I wanted him to leave, but he said he had to go to the toilet, so I let him in.
When he came out of the toilet, he started kissing me. He wrapped his arms around me and smashed my body against him. I tried to push away but he held me tight.