Serafina’s Gift: 14

Erotica with female submission, penetration, rough sex with strangers

When Serafina received a sex toy in the mail, she was too excited to ask questions about who sent it or why. Now, she can’t stop herself. ‘All I want to do is lie down and fuck. I want to feel hot hands on me and feel a hot, hungry shaft inside me. So I go to a bar after work. Someone there will fuck me.’

Read Chapter 1 here.

Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 14

‘You want to go outside and fuck?’

My answer could only be ‘yes’. The stranger was hard behind me. As he ground his shaft against my butt, I had a pretty good idea about how large he was too.

I was so very horny. After the police officers fucked me, I had felt at a loose end. I was having odd dreams, where I woke up desperate to fuck. I could use the toy to cum, but it was never enough. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I went to a bar and disco after work.

I had lost myself in the dancing, enjoying the feeling of all the other bodies around me. I made out with a few people, enjoying myself letting them feel me up. They were sweet but none of them lit a fire in me.

Then I found myself grinding up against the man currently behind me. After the first song, his hands had dropped to my hips and I had felt a frisson of delicious sexual energy flowing through me. I still hadn’t seen his face. I didn’t care. I could feel his hard shaft against me and I loved the feeling, so I ground myself even harder against him.

His arms came down around my shoulders, playing with my upper arms, then when he sensed that I didn’t object, he slid his hands around in front of me to fondle my breasts through my minidress. We danced for a long time, getting hotter and hotter, until his hands slid back down my ribs to my hips, pulling me sharply back against him so that I could feel how hard he was.

He bent down and spoke straight into my ear, otherwise I would never have heard him over the noise of the music.

‘You want to go outside and fuck?’

His voice was educated and professional, despite the crude words. I didn’t care who he was though. He had a hard cock and he wanted me. He seemed dominant enough to take charge of me, to make me feel controlled and compliant. That was more than enough.

I rubbed my hips and my back eagerly back against him to signify ‘yes’ and grinned in anticipation as I heard his responding grunt of pleasure.

I had thought he meant outside in the street or an alleyway, but instead he took hold of me by my upper arms and steered me like a toy truck across to where the disco bled into a quieter lounge space. Dark leather couches lined the walls, interspaced with bizarrely classy bookshelves and coffee tables made out of a dark wood. I could still hear the noise of the disco but it was muted to a dull thump-thump of the base.

I gasped in shock as the man pulled my strappy dress fully down off my shoulders without warning. He pulled the dress right down past my breasts. My bra straps followed and soon my breasts were free in the air. I was stunned into silence by how fast I was suddenly half naked.

I tried to move to face him, thinking we could make out for a while on the lounges before fucking. He made a ‘nah’ sound and continued to walk me forward, my breasts cupped in his hands from behind. I was rather shocked to be this naked in a public lounge but it was a quiet night and there was nobody here. We walked all the way across the room until I was facing a wall, near some stairs.

‘Get down there,’ the man said, using a grip on my upper arms to bend me forward roughly at the waist. I gasped as I fell forwards, catching myself on the top of a low bookcase.

Then I was holding my upper body horizontal, bent at the waist in an L shape. There was a large mirror above the bookcase, and I could see my face, all wide eyes and tousled hair. I was still wearing my high heels which I guessed would probably put my hips at about the right height for the man behind me.

I moaned in sudden need as he pulled ruthlessly at the lower hem of my minidress, pulling it back up over my hips. I gasped again as I realised that he was actually going to be inside me very soon. I hadn’t bargained on ‘do you want to fuck’ being literally ‘do you want to find the nearest almost private space and fuck as soon as possible.’

I still hadn’t even seen his face and I really didn’t care. He was there and he wanted me and I was so damn needy right now. I was hot and aching.

The man grunted in pleasure to discover that I hadn’t worn panties and soon I heard the rustle of him undoing his belt and trouser buttons and zipper.

‘You’re a hot little slut, aren’t you?’ he said, as his hands settled onto my hips. ‘I’m going to fuck you bare. Rough and hard. That’s what you’ve been begging for all night, isn’t it, doll?’

‘Yes,’ I moaned, unable to believe it when I heard the sounds coming out of my mouth.

‘I thought so,’ he said with satisfaction. ‘I saw you moving across the dancefloor, so I thought I’d come and introduce myself. Normally I’d do some foreplay, but I figure you don’t need it.’

I moaned, in embarrassment more than anything else, at the thought that he’d been watching me. At the thought that I’d been so obviously hunting for sex. At the feeling that I was being such a wanton slut that he knew he could move straight to intercourse.

The man just chuckled at my response, the big deep laugh of a barrel-chested man. ‘I’m big and hard,’ he said, ‘so you’d better have room for me, darling’

Then I felt the silky head of his shaft probing experimentally against my labia. I ground my hips back against him enthusiastically, still unable to believe how much of a wanton slut I was being. But he took it really slow, rubbing the head of his cock slowly up and down along my slit.

‘I haven’t seen you here before though,’ he said slowly, teasingly. I moaned, unable to answer. The feeling of him against me felt so good. I wanted everything. I wanted him to keep teasing me like this forever and I wanted him to thrust inside me roughly, viciously, so hard and fast that I screamed.

He ran his hands luxuriously up and over my hips, reaching forward and grabbing for my breasts, now hanging, rocking in the air. I gasped in sheer pleasure as his hands closed around them again, caressing and stroking.

‘I think you should ask for my cock,’ he said, his voice low in the dim light.

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Pixie Isobella