My boyfriend and I went round his friend Jack's house for a few drinks one evening, just chatting and watching TV. We'd been drinking most of the evening and I was a little tipsy to say the least. Paul and Jack went to buy some more drinks from the shop down the road and said they'd pick up a pizza on the way back. I was too drunk to attempt the walk, so I waited on the sofa for them to return. Jack's brother came home a few minutes after they'd left, sat down with a beer, and turned to a porn channel. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable sitting with this gorgeous guy I barely knew, but I soon started to feel something else as I watched the people on screen.
The woman on screen was pinned to a bed while a group of men forced their cocks in her holes, repeatedly. I'd never seen this kind of porno before and I couldn't take my eyes off those beautiful hard cocks pounding into her. My breathing was getting heavier, my breasts aching, and nipples hard. My pussy was twitching with excitement and I could feel the moistened fabric of my panties rubbing on my swollen clit each time I moved. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to get home and fuck my boyfriend senseless. I wriggled at the thought of him fucking me like the woman on the screen, of having him pin me down and force his thick cock deep inside me, for him to do whatever he wanted to me. I adjusted my skirt and squirmed again at the rush of sensual excitement that was building inside me.
"Do you like that kind of sex?" I turned my eyes to the sexy, older brother who'd I'd almost forgotten was in the room. His eyes taking in every inch of me, as he brought his beer to his mouth. His full, luscious lips circling the opening of the bottle as the liquid poured down his throat. When the bottle left those soft lips, they curved up into a smile "I think you like a strong man who takes charge". I was rendered speechless from his dazzling smile; he took the opportunity to join me on the sofa. Feeling the heat of his body too close to be considered appropriate, I moved over. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" he smiled.
"A little" I admitted.
He grinned wider and his eyes dropped to my cleavage. "Why do you think that is?" he asked, his gaze never leaving my breasts. Maybe he could hear my heart beating so hard and fast that it wasn't human.
"I don't know you that well" I replied meekly, trying to control my breathing.
"Well we can rectify that" his voice lowering to a husky whisper as he leant closer. I squirmed slightly, but I was up against the arm of the sofa, there was nowhere else to go; unless I stood up, but I wasn't sure my legs would work from their alcohol-induced state.
I decided to try to play things down a bit, after all, I was probably just imagining the sexual undertone because of the affect the porno was having on me. I smiled brightly "Of course" I said with more confidence than I felt "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"I always preferred show to tell" he smiled, raising his fingers and gently stroking my lips. I pulled back stunned. I was definitely not imagining the sexual undertone of that touch. "But if you'd like to talk, I'd love to hear what you think of this" he nodded his head at the TV. My eyes flicked back to the screen just as the woman was having her ass raped by a huge dick.
"Umm" I stuttered, "I don't know".
"Do you like being ass-fucked?" he asked seeming to enjoy my embarrassment as my face flushed crimson.
I couldn't look him in the eye, as I answered, "I don't know... I mean... I haven't actually..." I risked a quick look at him, his body seemed closer than before, and I was sure he was imagining me naked. I looked away again, his hungry gaze causing my cheeks to redden further. His hand touched my chin and he turned my face back towards him. My breath caught and I felt his warm breath on me as he moved closer. His lips looked so inviting and I found myself moving towards him, closing the space between us, until his lips found mine. Soft and smooth, his lips pressed against mine, gently at first, then harder. His tongue flicked out, licking my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to accept him, my tongue moving to meet his. It started sweet, soon intensifying to something hungrier, something more urgent, more passionate. I heard myself moan as my body flooded with sensation; then my brain clicked into gear. I pulled away quickly "I'm sorry," I mumbled, attempting to get to my feet "I shouldn't have done that". He stood and steadied me; his body close, I panicked. "I need the bathroom" I blurted out and stumbled down the hall.
After I'd finally managed to complete my task, I stood at the sink, gripping on so I didn't fall down. I looked at myself in the mirror; my reflection showed that I looked compos mentis and to a certain extent I felt it, just a little uncoordinated. I knew I couldn't hide in the bathroom all night and decided I would just go back and sit in the armchair, making it clear that I wasn't interested, that I was already spoken for. I nodded at the mirror "You can do this" I told myself, and I turned and opened the door.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I jumped and yelped in surprise, he stood up against the wall just outside the door. He straightened and took a step towards me; I instinctively took a step back. He smiled that blazing smile of his and took another step. I retreated further down the hall, unaware of his intentionally herding me.
"Look, I'm sorry if I've given you the wrong impression" I tried to explain "but I have a boyfriend." I stumbled back into something and glanced to find my back up against a door. When I turned back, he was close enough to whisper in my ear
"I don't think your boyfriend is giving you what you need". His warm breath on my ear and neck, I began to feel that electricity flow through my body to gather in that special place. My breath quickened as he continued, "I saw how you reacted; you liked what those men were doing to her". No wonder he had come on to me, I had unwittingly given out signals that I was so obviously aroused, and he had noticed. He pulled back enough to look me in the eye, but he remained close enough that I could still feel his breath on me, the warm heat from his body. "Are you going to try to tell me you didn't?" he asked trailing a finger down my cheek, along my jaw, and down my neck. My nipples hardened and I held my breath as his finger followed the valley between my breasts. His hand slid over my breast, down my ribs and around my waist.
"Please don't," I gasped. For a brief moment, I thought he'd listened; then I felt the door at my back open and he pushed me inside.
The door closed and it was pitch black; I couldn't see anything. I heard a noise that sounded like the door locking and I began to panic. "What are you doing?" I asked trying to keep my voice from cracking "Let me out!" I demanded. All I heard was a dark, throaty laugh from behind me. I spun around, but still couldn't see anything. "This isn't funny! Open the door now!" He responded with another laugh.
"Feisty aren't you? I like that. It makes it all the sweeter when you surrender to me."
"You're crazy!" I shouted "Surrender? I'm not surrendering anything to you. Now let me out of here!" I grappled for the door and stumbled over something. He laughed again, his hand encircling my wrist as he dragged me across the room. My eyes were starting to adjust to the lack of light, but the alcohol wasn't helping me to understand my surroundings until I saw a large bed.
I tried to pull away, but he gripped me tighter, his arm went around my waist and held me, my back pressed tight against him. I tried desperately to pry his arm off, but he readjusted his position to a bear hug, my arms pinned by my sides. I could feel his heavy breathing against my hair "I like it when you struggle".
"Please don't do this. Please just let me go. I won't say anything. I won't tell. Just let me go. Please"
"And I like it when you beg" he teased "But if I let you go now, I get nothing, do I? That doesn't seem fair, especially with the way you kissed me. Maybe we can trade." He suggested.
