A Bad Boy ( Closed for Fukensploogin and I)

"Look at me"
She started shaking at the demand in his voice and her eyes slowly rose to his, she resisted the urge to look away from their feiry embrace but found she couldn't. A smirk played on his lips and so she lifted her chin her own eyes a mix of fear and defiance. She didn't want him to know just how scared she was...scared at the way he was looking at her...scared of people finding out...scared of what will happen after but most of all ...scared that she was liking this too much.

It didn't matter how hard Lauren tried to convince herself this is not what she wanted , the more she knew it wasn't true. Something in her loved being ordered and something in her was craving the dangerous vibes Tommy was giving her but wasn't that why she'd come here in the first place? Her stupid crush on the college bad boy? 'well look where that's got you Lauren' she thought.
"Well?" she asked with a voice she hoped sounded confident.
 
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"Well?" she asked with a voice she hoped sounded confident.

"Well, get your ass up and get me another beer. You can fix yourself a drink if you want." Tommy said, sitting down on the sofa. He grabbed a glass bong from behind the couch and started filling the bowl with more leafy green marijuana buds.

He was going to take this whole thing nice and slow and really enjoy the hell out of every moment. He didn't want her for a quickie; he wanted to use every part of her for his pleasure. He wanted to have her screaming in ecstasy...

Ecstasy... now that could be interesting... he shook his head as he pushed the last kind bud into the bowl. Perhaps later on down the line he'd give her some ecstasy. He had some pills that were pretty powerful.

When he looked up Lauren was coming back into the living room with their drinks.

"Take off that skirt," he demanded.
 
"Well, get your ass up and get me another beer. You can fix yourself a drink if you want."

Lauren glared at him for a minute, imagining how good it would feel to swipe that look from his face, but she knew there'd be reprocustions and she didn't like the thought of him getting angry...at least she thought she didn't. She shook her head and sighed, slowly getting up from the couch her arms crossed tightly over her bear breasts.

She walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing a beer , she was about to shut the fridge but at the last minute she grabbed a beer for herself she was allready in deep shit , what would one beer do? She turned around and her eyes went wide as she saw him filling up a bong...she'd seen one at a party her and Jake had been too and had wanted to just try it...one puff but as the bong had reached her Lauren looked over at Jake and his eyes went cold and she knew if she took that puff it would be the end of mr nice guy.

She snapped herself out of her memories and walked back over, the cold beers in both hands "Take off that skirt," he demanded, she jumped in suprise and opened her mouth to protest...but remembering his earlier threats about the video she quickly shut it and placed the drinks on the table. She unzipped her skirt reluctantly and slid it down her long legs, she stepped out of it. She stood there in her thong blushing with embarrasment, arms held tightly around herself. She stared at the bong subconciously licking her lips and avoided looking at him.
 
He took a moment to gaze upon her near-naked form. He noticed that the thong tied together at the sides. That'll be fun later. He saw she was eyeing the bong. He slid it across the low coffee table towards her.

"Get down on your knees. Put your mouth on the top, lips inside, and start sucking air in." She did as she was told, and when she started breathing in, he lit the weed in the bowl. The water in the bottom of the bong bubbled and the glass chamber quickly filled with thick white-grey smoke. "Okay, now stop," he said, "Breathe out." A little bit of smoke came out of her mouth, but most of it was still in the bong. Tommy pulled out the bowl. "Now suck all that smoke in quickly," he said.
 
"Get down on your knees. Put your mouth on the top, lips inside, and start sucking air in." she glanced at him to check if he was serious and when he passed the bong across the table she nodded at him and did as he instructed, breathing in the smoke her eyes widening in concentration as she breathed in the sweet smoke. "Okay, now stop," he said, "Breathe out."
She did as he said and let the smoke out slowly all ready feeling slightly better, she held the bong tightly waiting for his next instruction. She watched, fascinated as he pulled out the bowl,"Now suck all that smoke in quickly," he said.

She instantly sucked up the smoke as he'd said and held it in for as long as she could. but it was alot of smoke , she let it out as slowly as she could. Instantly feeling the effects kick in, her body relaxed from it's stiff self concious state , she sat down wobbily next to Tommy, trying to focus on one place. A smile slowly danced across her lips and she giggled, in her daze forgetting the situation she was still in , she turned her head towards Tommy "Wow that's good!."
 
"Wow that's good!."

"Sure is," he said. He opened his beer and hers and handed it to her. He took a long swig and then setit down, grabbing the bong and taking a big fat hit for himself. He held it in for a good long moment, closing his eyes, letting the haze wash over his mind.

He finally let the smoke out, blowing it towards the ceiling in a long thin stream. He turned his head and looked at Lauren, smiled and then grabbed his beer and had another drink.

"Now be a good little girl and get in my lap and give me a nice little ride."
 
"Sure is"
" Thanks" she smiled and took a gulp of the beer, it felt good and she took a longer drink her eyes closed. She felt so relaxed, she opened her eyes slowly and watched him as he took a hit...she studied his face whilst he had his eyes closed. Those chiselled cheeks...kissable lips , the faint memory of them pressed against hers was enough to make her smile. She took another sip of the beer and set it down on the table.

She blushed as he opened his eyes and smiled at her, she was embarassed that she might have been caught looking. She smiled shyly back at him as he sipped his beer, and took a sip of hers, "Now be a good little girl and get in my lap and give me a nice little ride." She almost choked on her drink, she looked at him her eyes dazed a but ready to slide from her lips, but she felt so good...it would be stupid to say no now with the free booze and weed... she couldn't belive that she loved it so much after hearing such bad stories about it.
She shrugged and set her beer down. She crawled across the couch her breasts swaying until she could feel the heat coming off him.

She suddenly felt like she needed to be touched, she rand her hand along his leg and gazed into his eyes before swinging her leg over his legs and straddeled his lap, his face was inches from hers and she had to look away ...his eyes were so...commanding. She imagined she could hear music washing over the room and she started rolling her body to the music , grinding against him with her eyes closed.
 
He smiled as she got in his lap and started riding him. He put his hands on her thighs and ran them up and down her bare, smooth legs. One of them wandered up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them each in turn, his other hand moving around to her ass and squeezing that as she ground herself against him. His lips came down to her tits and he started kissing and licking them all over, then his other hand joined in, cupping both her tits together, kneading the flesh as he started to suckle one of her nipples.

He needed to feel her skin against his, though, so he stopped sucking on her for long enough to pull his tee-shirt off over his head. His pants were quickly dropped to his ankles and he kicked them away, leaving him in just his boxers...
 
She moaned as she felt his hands on her skin, her breasts had always been sensitive and she felt herself leaning into him , begging with her body to be touched. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as he began to suck her nipples and knead them with his hands. She continued to grind on him. She groaned in protest as he stopped caressing her breasts, but she licked her lips as she saw that he was taking off his clothes.

Her eyes roamed hungrily over his toned body as he took of his clothes and she felt a flash of guilt...she stopped what she was doing , biting her lip her eyes glazed and her words came out in a muddle "wait- this is wrong...I- I can't do this to jake" her brow furrowed...her mind was screaming at her to stop this madness but her body was craving it so badly...
 
His hands came up her back and one of them got a grip on her hair. Suddenly, he yanked it back, fury rising in his eyes at her hesitation, her insubordination. "Honey, you've already done it to Jake. It'll be way worse for Jake when he sees the video."

His other hand came down and pulled his boxers down, and even though she was squirming a bit (which he was actually enjoying those sensations) he managed to get her thong untied. It fell onto him, the only thing keeping her cunt from being in direct contact with his cock.

"Now ride me, slut."
 
She winced as her hair was yanked back, and her eyes watered with the pain. She knew she shouldn't like being treated like this but deep down she was getting a thrill out of it, Lauren didn't feel like she even knew herself anymore! Maybe sub-conciously she'd wanted him to treat her like this?...No the thought was too horrible . "Honey, you've already done it to Jake. It'll be way worse for Jake when he sees the video."

She squirmed in his grasp, still trying to fool herself that this wasn't what she wanted. Her mind was racing, she gasped as he undid her thong "Now ride me, slut."
She felt his grip on her hair tighten and she shivered, she rose up slowly her hand reaching down and grasping his dick. And looking at him the whole time she lowered herself onto it, gasping as it filled up her pussy. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time, she panted slightly before pushing herself up again and sliding down. She grabbed his legs for grip and began a steady rythym. She couldn't help moaning as his cock slid in and out of her now drenched pussy, her eyes sought his once more and she frowned her body coming to a halt "This is wrong...I shouldn't be doing this." Her eyes were wode amd glazed as sje tried to focus on the slightly hazy image of Tommy.
 
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"This is wrong...I shouldn't be doing this."

Tommy grabbed her by her hips when she stopped riding him and forced her body up and down his thick cock. Her pussy was amazingly tight; that boyfriend of hers must have a little dick, he thought, or he doesn't use it on her enough. Maybe both. He looked right into her eyes. They were glazed over and bloodshot. The girl was high as a kite and a good bit drunk.

"You're right, Lauren, it's so wrong, but you know that's why you fucking love it, and why you're gonna keep on doing me all night long."

At that point, he slapped her ass, loud and hard. "You got that?"



OOC: sorry for the delay. i work two jobs and my schedule is all over the place and i don't have internet at home, so i have to hit the local wifi spots. i was also moving into a new space all weekend, which was an endlessly frustrating experience. but rest assured if it's been a couple days since i last posted, i'm trying my damndest to get online to keep the story going!
 
Her eyes widened as he forced her up and down his cock...she thought of resisting but the pleasure was to great. She could feel it vuilding steadily up in her pussy and she moaned as he thrust into her. Her hair long blonde hair swinging behind her.

"You're right, Lauren, it's so wrong, but you know that's why you fucking love it, and why you're gonna keep on doing me all night long." She opened her mouth to reply but gasped in shock as he slapped her hard on the ass, the pain shooting straight to her pussy and causing a small ripple of pleasure "You got that?" she hesitated but then nodded her glazed eyes fixed on his "yeah...yeah I think so..." she mumbled, thoughts of resisting flying through the window with every thrust of his hips.
She could feel the weed and alcohol coursing through her veins and she slammed her hips to meet his...suddenly filled with raw energy.

OCC: don't worry, I was just scared my last post was crap and you'd gone lol! Hence the bump :)
x
 
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Tommy knew he had her when she started slamming herself down on his rod. Her moans and his grunts filled the room, and they quickly got lost in their base animal instinct to fuck. He smacked her ass a few more times, and with each spanking she lost a little more control of herself. Soon, all Tommy could do was hang on to her ass and hips as she impaled herself over and over on his stiff thick cock.

Tommy could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, so he dug his fingers into her flesh and held her tightly, stuffing her cunt with the full length of his cock. "Slow down," he growled, his fingernails scratching her skin. "Turn around and ride me like that."
 
She was so close to an orgasm she could feel it getting closer and closer with each thrust of his cock, her hair swung wildly and her eyes were wide open with pleasure. Every smack on her ass sent her even closer towards the edge...it had turned from being painful to being pure pleasure and she knew she now craved that pain. She lost track of what he was doing, to focused on reaching her orgasm. Her moans got louder as she got closer.

"aww Tommy!" she whimpered in a painful protest as she felt his nails dig into her soft skin, "Slow down,"he growled, his fingernails scratching her skin.
"Turn around and ride me like that."
she pouted, her orgasm so close. But she knew he'd get her to do it wether she agreed or not, so- reluctantly, Lauren lifted herself from his cock with an angry "fine" gasping as his cock left her pussy.

She got off the sofa and turned around so her ass was facing him, kneeled on the sofa with her legs either side of his and slowly lowered herself down on his dick. She gasped as she felt it re-enter her pussy, it felt so good that she had to stop just to stop herself from orgasming on the spot. "God your a bastard" she croaked out.
 
"God your a bastard" she said as she lowered herself onto his thick rod. He immediately slapped her ass, harder than before, and reached up and grabbed her hair and yanked it back, forcing her to look at the ceiling.

"And don't you forget it, you little whore," he replied in a growl in her ear. One of his hands came up around her and squeezed her tit hard, then reached back down and smacked her ass again. He kept his grip on her hair and started thrusting his dick hard up inside her.
 
She gasped in pain as her ass was slapped and winced as he yanked her hair. Her eyes watered as she looked at the celing...wandering how the hell it had come to this. She'd never had thought she'd be here with the bad boy she'd been crushing on for about a year. It was madness.
"And don't you forget it, you little whore," she shivered with a dark pleasure as he called her whore. She knew she should be angry but she and he knew she loved it deep down. She groaned as his rough hand squeezed her tit and this time she only let out a small grunt as he smacked her ass. Then she took a sharp intake of breath as he started thrusting into her pussy hard, "ohh fuck...yeah!" she shouted, once again feeling her orgasm quickly building and trying desperately and hoplessley to catch up with the pace he was setting. She could feel him tugging her hair and it made her feel like she was... his.
 
Tommy continued fucking her good, thrusting upwards into her, stretching that tight little cunt with his thick long rod. He could feel her cunt spasming around his tool, and he groaned in pleasure. The moans and cries she was making could only mean one thing: she was his. All thoughts of that boyfriend had been tossed away, forgotten, perhaps with a little help from the weed and the booze, but mostly from finally getting properly fucked. This was a girl that needed it, badly. She needed to get fucked in ways she didn't even know about yet. The fact that her pussy only got wetter when he called her a whore and a slut had confirmed that for Tommy in the most wonderful way.

He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands, and used his strong arms to rock her little body up and down on his cock, thrusting up each time he brought her down on him.

"You gonna cum for me, little girl? You gonna cum all over my cock?"
 
She could feel an animal lust come over her as he thrust into her time after time. She moaned as she slammed her hips back with each thrust to meet him. She couldn't believe the pleausure she was feeling. Jake had never made her feel like this, sex with him was over in a matter of minutes and she was always left un-fullfilled and angry. But sex with Tommy was like another world altogether... or maybe it was the fact that she was completley intoxicated. Whatever it was she could feel herself reach the brink.

She moaned with absoloute pleasure as he lt go of her hair and grabbed her hips thrusting into her with all his strength, and hitting her clit with each thrust. "You gonna cum for me, little girl? You gonna cum all over my cock?," the words sent her over the edge and she screamed with pleasure as the best orgasm she'd ever had wracked her body. She thrust back harder on his cock and she felt another wave wash over her "oh fuuuck! Oh Tommy yes! Fuck me you bastard !". She rode it out until shr couldn't hold herself up.

Lauren slumped forward with exhaustion, groaning as the orgasm ebbed away. She couldn't believe how good that had felt. An echo of her words rang through her head and she cringed. "What the hell have I done?" she thought out loud , completley forgetting where she was.
 
Damn but that girl came hard! Tommy couldn't really believe it; he'd never experienced a woman cum quite like that before.

He wanted to make her do it again and again.

She slumped forward and mumbled to herself: "What the hell have I done?" He stopped thrusting when she fell forward, just leaving his dick buried deep inside her spasming cunt. His lap was covered in her juices.

"You've just cum harder than I've ever seen any bitch cum in my life. Now take another bong rip there before I make you do that again." The bong was sitting on the coffee table, right in front of her, still plenty of weed to smoke in the bowl. He slapped her ass again.
 
"You've just cum harder than I've ever seen any bitch cum in my life. Now take another bong rip there before I make you do that again." She sat panting in his lap, she squirmed slightly on his cock trying weakly to somehow pull it out. She yelped as the slap to her ass bought her back to what he'd just said. She shook her head not wanting and wanting the weed all at the same time...she was allready off her head and she'd done so much...she was afraid at what else she'd do with it coursing through her bloodstream.

Her eyes flickered to the bong on the table and she knew she had to have it. She cursed and reached out. Grabbing the bong with two hands and raising it to her lips before she could change her mind. She sucked in the smoke, eyes shutting slowly as tasted the now familiar taste of it fill her lungs. She let the smoke out slowly and then lifting the bong away from the bowl she sucked the smoke left in the bong. She placed the bong back on the table and after holding the smoke for as long as she could she let it out. Sighing with pleasure as she felt the welcome warm glow envelop her body once more.

She felt as if everything was fading away... her eyes still shut in bliss.
 
She was taking her bong rips like a pro; she was clearly a natural. He could feel her body shudder as the weed took hold of her mind, the haze settled in. He reached around her, grabbing the bong and setting it on the floor next to the sofa. Then, not too gently at all, he pushed her forward, keeping her impaled on his cock, and then they were both kneeling on the carpeted floor. He bent her over the coffee table, pushing her down a bit roughly, and started sliding his cock in and out of her. When she tried to push herself up from the wooden table, he grabbed her wrists and held them together in one of his large hands behind her back.

He bent over and growled in her ear: "hope you didn't have any plans for tonight..."
 
She felt as if she was floating but she was quickly grounded as he pushed them onto the floor, she grunted and started squirming, she felt the hard surface of the coffee table and grabbed a hold of it, trying to push herself up and off it. She struggled weakly beneath him as he pulled her arms back behind her back. "hope you didn't have any plans for tonight..." she growled angrily. Trying through the drug hazed fog to think of a reason why she should get home...her voice came out slightly slurred "I- my roomate will wander where I am and...and she'll call me...I told her you and I-I we were studying...she'll come look for me" she lied, her eyes wide and glassy.
 
"I- my roomate will wander where I am and...and she'll call me...I told her you and I-I we were studying...she'll come look for me"

"Roommate, huh?" Tommy said, as he slowly slid his dick in and out of her wet pussy. He was enjoying every little sensation her pussy gave him. "I think I know her. Amber, right? Me and her had a real nice time a couple weeks ago. Maybe you should call her and get her over here, I'm sure she'd love to join us." He grabbed her phone out of her bag as he started fucking her a little harder. He flipped the cell phone open and found Amber's name in the address book. "You want to talk to her, or should I?"
 
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