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Cheryl slammed the brakes when she looked up from her phone and saw the taillights looming in front.

Too late.

damn. damn. damn she thought as she heard the sound of the plastic bursting. A previous fender bender had increased its insurance rates to a point where it was difficult to keep up. Another would leave her in a desperate situation.

There was just enough light from the streetlights to say that the other driver was a younger man. As quickly as she realized, she opened two buttons on her blouse. It wouldn’t be the first time his charms and a bit of flirtation had turned a situation to his advantage.

The door opened on the other car, so Cheryl quickly did the same. When the man came out, she ticked another point in her favor. His eyes went over his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, approaching, with a painstaking smile. She raised a hand on her chest as she said, drawing attention to her exposed neckline. Her eyes widened, so she assumed he fell under her spell. A quick glance revealed only a broken taillight on his vehicle, which was another point in his favour. “Are you all right?”

“I suppose,” said the young man, shrugging his shoulders. He then reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “You have insurance, don’t you?”

Cheryl said, “Of course. It’s a bit fender bender, though. Maybe we could just deal with it without all the paperwork and drags.

He burst into a smile that struck her as a little smug. “Maybe we can. I was stopping you here when you knocked me down. Let’s get off the street. Shoot next to me.

Caught off guard by her care, she nodded and said, “Okay.”

He got back in her car, and she did the same. As indicated, she stopped next to him, and cut off her car. He quickly got out of his vehicle, and walked past his, waving for her to follow. Cheryl hesitated for a moment, feeling that things were spiraling out of control, but swallowed hard and got out of her car.

The young man unlocked his door, and beckoned for her to follow him inside. She said, “Why do we have to go inside? I can.

He cut it off with a raised hand. “Look, ma’am. It’s obvious you don’t want that on your file, for some reason. Unless you want to show me those that you are trying so hard to draw attention to here, you’d better come inside.

That’s all. He had been offered the choice that there was no escape. Either she took another point on her license and an insurance bill that she couldn’t afford, or she paid for her mistake with her body. He wasn’t fighting in the bush.

Although she felt shocked, indignant, and more than a little frightened, the thought jumped in her head that he was not bad looking. Actually, he was pretty handsome.

“What’s it going to be, ma’am?” He gave her a few seconds, then pulled out his phone.

“Okay,” she let slip, making gestures to put the phone away.

He let out a laugh, and entered the house. Temporarily, Cheryl followed. He closed the door behind them, and immediately said, Get those out.

She reached for the next button on her blouse. As she unplugged him, he raised his eyebrows and theatrically tapped his foot. Taking the tail, she quickly unplugged the rest of the buttons, shrugged off her blouse, and reached to the scind of her bra. She unplugged him, slipped her arms out of the straps, and laid her breasts bare.

“Not bad,” he said.

“So..?”

“Then keep going. Let’s see that, too.

“I… What do you want?

He shrugged and said, “Okay, I’ll give it to you right now. I have never found a girl who will let me try anal. You’ve backed me up, so I’m going to put you in the back. Let me fuck that ass, and we’re squared.

Cheryl gasped, and her cheeks instinctively tightened her cheeks. Although she was hardly an virgin, it was not something she did regularly, and she had never done it with a complete stranger before. She didn’t even know his name, and he didn’t seem to care what hers was.

As before, he gave her little time to think, and asked her, “So, what’s it going to be?”

She made a brief nod.

“Take off your clothes,” he asked, then whip his own shirt over his head.

Cheryl found herself biting her lower lip when she saw her chest. It’s been cut, if not too built. Although she was blackmailed, it was not as if he were a disgusting bastard. She lifted her right foot and slipped off her heel as he plopped down onthe couch to remove her own shoes.

She got rid of her other heel, then pulled down the zipper on her skirt. By the time she pushed her skirt on her hips, he was standing to take off her jeans. She couldn’t help him gasp when the denim slipped down, revealing an eye-catching – and scary, considering where he wanted to put it – bulging in his underpants.

They both slipped their thumbs into the belts of their underwear at the same time. Cheryl shuddered when her big cock jumped free, to bounce back in anticipation. She couldn’t keep her eyes out of it. Her twenties had surpassed her, and having a handsome young man with a big cock watching her caused excitement to unleash her, despite the situation.

“Yes, that’s good,” he said, pushing his panties beyond his knees and then ejecting them. “Simple.”

Cheryl crossed the ground towards him, thinking, What’s wrong with me? as his demanding nature still inflated his excitement. She was blackmailed, ordained like a whore, and she was incensing him.

He left little doubt about what he wanted when she reached him, and pointed to the ground. She sank up to her knees in front of him. Naked, on her knees, in a stranger’s apartment, with her cock looming before her eyes, she shudders with a new rush of moisture flooding her pussy. She bled her hand around the root of her cock and leaned in.

A grunt eluded her as she licked her stiff organ. One of his hands settled on the back of his head, while the other looked for his chest. She firmed up, expecting him to malent her breasts, and was surprised when he instead cut right and began to caress him with his fingers.

Cheryl licked it up and down, wetting her erection. His hand, which simply rested on his head, tilted him back, forcing him to look at him.

“Do you like that dick?”

“Yes,” she replied, deciding that playing with him was the wisest plan of action. It also didn’t like his dick. As her tongue was slammed on her, she could imagine that he stretched her.

Of course, that was not where he planned to put it.

“Then suck it.”

He grabbed a handful of hair as she separated her lips, but did not pull on it. If anything, it was to keep her hair away, rather than causing her discomfort. She sucked the purple helmet, tickled it with her tongue, pulled back, slipping her lips over her, and then took it again.

The pressure on the back of his head made him know what he wanted.

Cheryl’s lips slipped on her nagging tree as deep as she thought she could handle without gagging, and then withdrew. He moaned when she took him again, his hand exerting a slight pressure, making him suck faster.

She was proud of her oral skills, and found herself caught in the heat of the moment. She sucked him hard and fast, revelling in his grunts and moans. Her hand squeezing her breasts and pinching the nipples hurt her.

She let out a croak when a jolt of her hips pushed her big cock down her throat. She fought the pressure of her hand to quickly away, dragging thick strands of saliva. A cough eluded him, spraying spitting and letting his chin drool.

He laughed as she swallowed, sniffed, and fought against her rebellious stomach. The hand teasing his chest moved to his aisle, and pulled. She planted a foot under her, and rose to her feet at her insistence.

A twisted smile decorated his face as he looked into his eyes, filled each hand with one of his buttocks cheeks, and pressed. “It’s time for the main event,” he said.

Once again, his buttocks shook, which drew an even louder laugh.

He nodded to the hallway, and then walked that way without another word. Cheryl followed, wiping the pin of her chin, feeling a mixture of excitement and dread. He turned into a room, and she walked to the bed when he made a gesture to her. He bent down, picked up a towel that looked a little damp, and spread it in the center of the bed.

She didn’t need to be told what to do and She got into bed. When she sat on the towel, he confirmed his observations because it was just a little wet.

He stood at the foot of the bed looking at her, then said, Play with that for me.

Cheryl spread her legs, and slipped her hand between them. She trembled and drew in a shuddering breath as her fingers touched her cliter.

That wet?

“Yes,” she admitted, a little ashamedly. “So wet.”

He opened a drawer in the nightclub, pulled out a bottle of lubricant, and said, “Show me. Finger-fuck this.

Cheryl pushed three fingers into her canal in need, the only sound testifying to how wet she was. When she took them out to bury them again, they were absolutely coated in her juice.

He stood watching him masturbate, the lubricant in one hand, and his cock in the other. He squeezed it and ran his thumb over the purple helmet for a few seconds, then slipped into the bed.

Pull those legs back and open that for me, he said while bursting open the top on the lubricant.

Cheryl reluctantly stopped taming the pain in her depths, raised her legs, and pulled them towards her back towards her chest. She had to adjust the handle on her right leg when her pussy-slick fingers almost slipped.

He turned the bottle over and squeezed. Cheryl barked when the cold lubricant watered over her pleated opening.

“Push him,” he asked.

She dropped her leg with her hand and did what he asked. A shudder undulated through her sensation, knowledge of what was about to happen, and the strain of keeping her leg held back unsupported.

He squirted more lubricant on her, and she pushed her fingers, knowing that something much bigger was then. After the fifth squirt, he pulled the bottle back and spilled it on his dick.

Cheryl bit her lip and moaned – with two fingers buried in her – as he drizzled with lubricant on her erection. He spread it all over the tree, then added another long squirt, leaving it covered with a thick mantle.

“Are you ready for that?”

She nodded, pulled her fingers from her, and grabbed her leg again.

“Tell me you want it.”

She dutifully replied, “I want you to fuck my ass.” To her big shock, at least a small part of her thought so.

He did not hesitate. Cheryl sucked in a deep breath when he placed the head of his cock against his back door. She moaned as he increased the pressure. When she looked up, she saw a touch of surprise in her expression. He placed an inch just behind the head of his cock, and pushed harder.

Cheryl yapped and he moaned like the head of his cock popped up his ass.

“Ah fuck, it’s tight – and hot,” he exclaimed as he pushed harder.

Growls and moans fell from her lips as he raped her. She felt the stretch hot and the urge to push as she struggled to relax and let it in. He growled and adjusted his position, slowly pushing ever deeper.

“You want everything, don’t you?”

I said, “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want all that big dick in my ass,” she exclaimed in a low voice.

He wrapped his hands around his right leg, using it as a lever. Cheryl screamed that the rest of her cock disappeared into her ass, and her balls tapped on her skin.

“Ah, fuck yes. Fuck yes, he said in a breathless voice while squealing his hips, making her breasts shudder.

Cheryl growled with every movement of the stiff organ buried in her. He maintained her grip on her leg, so she let her free hand slide down to her.

He growled three times, pushing his hard cock into his burning ass. “That’s right, play with that pussy while I fuck your ass.”

She plunged her fingers into her humidity, then concentrated them on her clitiff. The numbers flashed back and forth, and the pleasure that caused took some of the edge of his discomfort.

She was still barking when he pulled back and pushed her again.

Cheryl desperately frigged her clitaction as he pumped her nagging cock into her forbidden hole. She couldn’t hold back the yelping and moaning from her tight throat.

After a few flare-ups, she moaned, “More lubricant. P-please.

She screamed when he ripped his cock out of her ass. He ripped off the lubricant bottle, put the tip on his blissful hole and pressed it. She screamed again when the cool and slippery liquid dribbled down her abused.

When the lubricant swelled up in a pool above its pleated opening, it gave its erection another generous squirt as well. He dropped the lubricant and took the goal again.

Her back arched and she screamed as he stencilled his cock into his ass, which was accompanied by a hissing, flatulent.

The extra lubricant cooled the burn, and the pleasure of his flashing fingers intensified, but it wasn’t enough. Cheryl pushed three fingers into her depths, curling her to her g-spot. The heel of her hand rolled her clit/turn as she fucked her fingers hard.

Her next push was powerful enough to bounce her breasts. Oh yes, love that. So fucking tight.

Cheryl jappa and replied, me! Fuck my ass!

A growling laugh accompanied it next thrust.

“Yes! “Yes,” she exclaimed. It was so deliciously full of both ends. It hurts so much, and his pleasure skyrocketed.

“Tell me you love him,” he asked.

“I love it… Your great… Fucking dick… In my ass!

He pounded her mercilessly, bouncing her breasts in every direction. The discomfort could not compete with what was swelling inside it, however. She looked up at him, and saw her face increasingly red. His teeth were clenched, and his breaths whistled through them.

“Oh! Oh! On the verge of… On the verge of… will come!

He grunts, “Fuck yes. Do it. Getting closer.

“God yes! whore! Come up my ass! I am…” She sucked in a noisy breath, and let him out in a scream when the first titanic wave of orgasm crashed into her.

He froze halfway through when his ass pinched tightly around him and said, “Holy fuck.” Then he let out a primal growl and forced his cock the rest of the way inside her.

Cheryl writhed and came, her body shaken by her cock pounding up her ass. The first white-hot flash of her orgasm was just beginning to cool when she felt a hitch in her next push. She forced her eyes open to see her face contort. He stuck his dick in it three more times, then roared.

“Oh-half-god,” she squeaked, pedalling inside her. She could feel every pulse of her dick, and every cum boost. He put her off, and she let out a rauspiling groan.

His hips were spastitiously collapsing as he filled his full. The high-pitched, inarticulate sounds he made could have been amusing, if there was no part of his mind not drowning in ecstasy to recognize them. Cheryl was still coming when the last dribbles of her cum joined the pool around the head of her cock.

She pulled in a desperate breath when he pulled his cock out of it to sit heavily. Her sperm immediately began to seep out of her red and gaping hole, and she moaned at the relief of the fresh air embracing her hot and tormented flesh.

Cheryl had no idea how long she lay on the bed, jerking through the aftershocks and listening to her pants to breathe. She moaned as the pain reaffirmed itself over the decreasing aftermath of her orgasm.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

He raised a lasp, shaking hands and vaguely pointed while saying, “Left.”

Cheryl reached under her to grab one edge of the towel, then pulled the other on her. Holding tight at once, she scooted at the edge of the bed, and draped her wobbly legs to the side. She went nicely to the bathroom.

After the completely embarrassing and noisy act of forcing all the sperm and lubricant out of her, she got into the bathtub and washed. Although she was in pain, she couldn’t help but smile as she walked around in her room.

He lay half-drowsy on the bed, his soft, sloppy cock draped over a thigh. She leaned against the door, hit a seductive pose, and said, “You should probably go clean.”

He opened his eyes, looked at her, and offered a half-smile. I said, “Yes. Literally fucked the shit out of you.

She rolled her eyes and said, “Uh-huh.”

He glided at the edge of the bed, went out, and grabbed a handful of his when he passed it. Cheryl turned to watch the muscle play in her back and buttocks until he disappeared into the bathroom.

She went into bed, trying to ignore the pain in her background. Maybe it was blackmail, but it was worth it. She had almost drifted when he returned to the room.

“So we’re good?”

He replied, “Better than good. Itwas amazing.

The sight of her big cock swaying as he approached the bed made her shiver, and she took a chance. “If it was better than good, maybe you could do something for me?”

“Like what?”

“Fuck my pussy with that big dick?”

He shuddered and asked, “Seriously?”

Cheryl offered him a nod the slow saying and moaned, “Mmm-hmm.”

“I don’t know if I have condoms,” he said as he walked to the podium.

She said, “I’m on birth control.”

He stopped in the process of opening the drawer. “Come inside of you?”

“Uh-huh.” She shook her eyebrows and teased: “If you have everything left.”

He took his cock already straightening in his hand, ready to prove that he did it.

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