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That fucking bitch.
Tiffany sat on the couch with her face cradled in her hands. Just minutes before she had said, “I don’t think I can date someone on such a different level than me. And I can’t date someone that is that much of a dick to my friends… and to me-”
“To you?”
“All we do is argue. In public, well. You’re fine if it’s just you, but if Josh is there all of a sudden you start seriously ripping on me, and it’s just not fucking funny. Then the way you treat Sam…”
“Excuse me? Your bitch of a friend who STARTED this?”
“Bullshit. All you guys sit there and make fun of each other, but she knows when to stop. And there have been plenty of times she reminded me why I would even be attracted to you. She didn’t like you, but she sure as hell stood up for you, and when she wouldn’t trade insults in fun infront of Josh and you, you decided to wait until she left to try to make fun of her. You started this, James.”
“Started this? I’ll show you what starting is about.”
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use and let the door slam behind me. She could rot in there for all I cared. It wasn’t my house anyways. I was boarding with my other in the Devious Duo, Joshua Prichard. The night had a calming effect on me when I left the warmth of home. It was brisk but cold. Light pollution killed most star light, but enough of the bright ones still managed to be heard through the static.
Tiffany and I had started dating in August, three months ago. I was under the impression for about a month that it was a serious relationship, that is, until Sam broke the bad news. Her, Tiffany, and Josh were close friends; Josh and I happened to be close friends; but this Samantha and I never chanced upon friendship. Tiffany and my dating had went fine through August, but in September we all started school, and that’s when things got tight.
We both had jobs, she was staying at Sam’s, I was staying at Josh’s, and we both went to different schools. What made it worse was that we both worked different schedules on the weekends (mine was early, her’s was late), I worked during the days and went to school at night. She went to school during the day and worked at night. Basically, it boiled down to the fact that we never saw each other.
Every few weeks she’d stay the night, but it wasn’t the same. Then one night Sam was talking to Josh, and said something about wanting, literally, to bang me. Josh asked, “Well, wouldn’t that be kind of a hard thing to accomplish?”
“Not once Tiffany gives him up.”
“Gives him up?”
“She has me under the impression that this isn’t that serious, and I could have him to play with once she was done.”
The conversation went on, Josh starting to grill Sam until she was exasperated and hung up. Tiffany had told her that her and I were nothing and that she was in love with her last ex. Unfortunately, Tiffany neglected to mention that fact to me. She ended up coming over, probably at the notice of her friend, and we kept dating. Except, I never quite forgot that last part of Sam’s words… that she wanted to “play” when Tiff was through.
Dynamics changed within the group. Tiffany and her girl were together more often, and when her friend and I met up, I didn’t seem to be able to control myself. I was attracted to my girlfriend more, Tiffany was a skinny little thing (and I like skinny girls) with long straight hair and green eyes, but Sam. Well damn, she wasn’t bad herself either.
Sam had long, reddish-brown hair that barely curled at the ends near her ass. Her tits were about the size of my head, and her ass was absolutely luscious. She was not for the faint of heart, however. Approximately (she had been sewing in front of me one day while I was over serenading Tiffany) she had measured in at a 44, 34, 44. Like I said, not for the faint of heart. Whenever I was near her I wanted to touch her, grab a handful of her hair, run my hand down her legal rape videos
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I never had the chance though. She was like a dirty little secret. After that conversation of her’s ended, she never looked at me the same, and usually bit her tongue to stop from saying something. It made me more angry that she held these things in, and so I managed to say a few things to demean her.
However, I could never do it in her presence. It took me three hours after she left the group one day before I could manage an insult. That she “waddled”. Well, I found out a few days later that she didn’t find that funny and she had an extreme complex about her weight and appearance. She found it less funny that I had dared to insult her while she wasn’t present.
Thus began the war, and she had finally won. She had Tiffany convinced that I was a loser, an idiot, a nobody going nowhere. My girl was convinced that I wasn’t good for her, and she still admitted she only loved her ex. Three months! She still loved her last boyfriend.
Samantha might not know it now, but she was going to be served. The battle for Tiffany was done, but the struggle of dominance still raged on.
I stepped up the stoop. Politely, I knocked on her front door. A few minutes went by and I knocked again, pounding on the metal. With a creak, it opened a few inches, held in place by a chain lock. One dark eye peered at me, her rosy lips curling in pleasure. “May I speak with you, Samantha?”
“Of course.”
We stood there for another minute. “Inside?” I impatiently started.
She would pay for all of this.
Slowly, she closed the door and I heard the chain lock slid out of place. Opening the door to me, I stepped in the door frame and took in her figure. Her hair tendrilled down a brown dress that came to her calves. It was in the oriental style, trimmed with tan designs. “Please, have a seat.”
Motioning toward a chair, I took the seat closest to the door. Turning she asked, “Would you like something to drink? All I have is orange juice, water, and coke.”
“May I have a coke?”
She nodded and left the room. Quickly, I closed the door and locked the deadbolt. In a few seconds she walked back into the room and handed me the drink. I put it on the table, and as she leaned up, she noticed the door. With one smooth motion, I grabbed her and threw her to the carpet face-first. As she tried to right herself, her elbow connected with my jaw, but I didn’t let her go. I tightly straddled her back, with her hands pinned beneath my legs and her body.
“I want to make sure you realize how much you have annoyed me for the past few months, Miss Dionne.”
My hands fumbled with my belt buckle. Relishing in this, I slid the belt from the loops and doubled the length in my hands. The feel of leather, and the thoughts of what I was going to do sent jolts down my spine. I felt my dick harden as blood drained my body. Little knots, I remembered, ran completely down the front of her dress. Praise the Chinese.
During this entire thought process, she was screaming about something, but I had fortunately tuned her out. I raised off of her just enough to flip her over. I made sure her hands were behind her back rather than next to any of my anatomy. Her eyes leveled murder on me, lips pursed and jaw clenched. Leaning down, I mockingly gave her a peck on her lips. She kept them stoically locked.
Instead, I tried to kiss her neck, unbuttoning her dress all the while. I put one hand over her neck as I pulled her right arm out. If she became too unruly, I would have to clamp it down, though I doubted she would do too bad. I scraped the fabric of her dress across her skin as I tried to unrobe her. Her eyes closed rather than betray anything. One arm was free, no bra straps as well. I placed her arm back beneath her and proceeded with the next arm. When that was freed, I flipped her back over and picked up the belt I had deposited next to my knee.
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Sam made a pretty picture bound up. Even prettier when I pulled her up to her knees. Her breasts hung heavily in front of her while her hair was slung around one shoulder. She hadn’t worn a bra, but her panties were still on. Cautiously, since her legs were still free, I discarded of her underwear and dress. I ran my hand over her smooth skin a few times. Over her neck, her shoulder blades, once down to her breast. I flipped her slight curls back into place and lived my dream of grabbing a handful of tresses. With it, I pulled her head back gently.
My tented pants rested against the soft curve of her ass. With my free hand, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang from the opening in my boxers. I positioned my cock and made sure she felt me. Squirming away, I pulled the belt tightly and her body was jerked back. With the end of the belt, I slapped her ass hard and heard her softly cry out. Placing one hand on her hip, and another reigning her by belt, I slammed into her.
She gasped, and she was so tight and wet, I almost came right there. “Wet for Daddy, ay?”
Her walls clung and gripped my cock like heaven when I pulled out. “Yeah, you are. You don’t like playing with me any more, do you? God, I think I might like fucking you like the bitch you are.”
I pushed in again, softly, listening to her sigh. As I stayed submerged, I enjoyed her pulsing, narrow sleeve. With a quick snap, I laid the long leash of the belt across her ass again. And again. And again. Her cries were not painful sounding, just as if she was shocked everytime the leather made contact. I continued until her ass was a pleasant shade of pink. Happy with part of her punishment, I pulled out.
Using the belt as leverage, I began to piston in and out of her. The sound of my loins slapping against her core echoed in the room. I had an average sized cock, but because she was so tight, I hit her cervix over and over, listening to her inadvertently cry out. Spooning over her body, I let my hand catch her by the neck as she threw her head back. My lips caught her under the ear, and I could feel her shallow breaths.
Running my palm down her body, I cradled her mound. The combination of nibbling her neck and rubbing up and down her slit was electric. With a start, she keened, boiling hot come rolling over my cock. Her pussy gripped my dick like a vise, and began to milk it. Her neck was salty sweet, her arms pressed into my abdomen, and I couldn’t help but groan as I pushed in one last time to her spasming pussy and shot jet after jet into her.
For a few minutes we laid there, and then I got back to my knees and hauled her to hers, making her shriek. “Get the goddamn belt OFF me, James!”
My hand snaked out and pulled her head back by a fistful of hair, her whimper made my deflated cock jump. “I’m not done with you yet, ma’am. You have a lot to work off.”
There was an audible sob and a crack in her voice. “What did I do?”
“I’m a nobody, right?”
She was silent, and I sat back on my haunches. A cruel smirk was on my lips when I grabbed her wrists and hoisted her back into my body. I never realized how much I liked submissive women. Maybe I just liked Samantha submissive. It took a lust for revenge to bring out the darker side.
There was a knot forming in the bottom of my stomach now that the realization began to hit me. If I was going to go down for rape, I was going to make sure I got my money’s worth with as little evidence as possible. “Come on, honey, we’re gonna get you cleaned up a legal rape videos
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