”Her terror turns into disgust. Her face is completely covered with stinking saliva. This repulsive being makes her nauseous. The man continues to k...ead, rub and fiddle with her... “I know what you want whore ... You’re dying to receive my cock ... But you’ll have to wait until I decide.”Claudia doesn’t understand this. How can this pig imagine that she wants anything from him?The rings snap open and she falls heavily to the ground. The man ties her wrists tight behind her back with a string. 36. Ms. Complainer – One of the worst dinner dates of my entire life. She complained about my appearance, didn't like the first two tables we were offered to be seated at, demanded that her fork be replaced, and then later her knife. When the dinner came sent her steak back to the kitchen twice, complained about the tomatoes in the salad, and just about everything else as well for no particular reason. I swear she had more gripes than the battleship Arizona! For dessert she whined and. She groaned deeply as I sucked on her neck and I watched excitedly as she began fingering her clit hard. I rolled us over onto our sides with her spooned against me and began fucking her for all I was worth. I didn't know if she was going to be able to cum again and at that moment, I didn't really care. She was easily the best fuck I'd ever had and the only thing my mind was focused on was filling her with my cum. "Fuck yeah," I grunted in her ear. "Feel that babe? I'm going to cum inside you. “I just don’t care about the rest.” “Oh?” He leaned back into me, turning to smile. His hair smelled good, and he knew it. He wiggled his backside a little in my lap. I was still in my slacks and shirt, but Sandy had already changed into cotton pajamas. “If you don’t care about the rest, why do you troll them so hard?” “Troll? Me?” “The bait and switch. You wrote a straight story, then a gay one. Just to make the straight readers mad.” “Hold on a minute,” I protested, but I had to stop there.