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Rape: He Said – She Said

Date: 6/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, Extreme, Rape, Snuff, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 83.9, Source: sexstories.com

from the shit I gave her. Her body had to be crawling, at that point, with fingers of fire. Especially, her twat. She Said I was having the best time, I wore a low cut extremely short dress. Dancing with every guy on the floor I led them on and let them down. You know even the married guys came on to me. I loved being the center of attention. I could feel all those men’s eyes staring at me, consuming me. I could feel the other eyes as well, envious hate filled eyes glaring at me wishing I wasn’t there, how sweet. My breast swayed with music as I gracefully moved to the beats. I wasn’t going to give anyone anything but dances. I’m no whore, but I do love being the center of attention both of adoration and that of hatred. There is no finer compliment from a straight woman than loathing. I had quite a bit to drink and perhaps I was slurring my speech a bit. I think perhaps I wasn’t as graceful as I was at the beginning of the night. I probably should have stop drinking. But the guys wouldn’t stop coming on to me. They would buy me a drink while they worked up their nerve to ask me to dance. So it went through the night, I would dance a few dances then drink a little. It was a good arrangement. I looked at my watch and decided the night was about over. Most of the guys had already settled on a more average girl, some were now courting the dogs. Everyone had given up on me for anything other than dance. It was 1:15 and last call would be in 20 minutes or so. Time for a few more ... dances and then I could leave watching the relief on all the other bitches faces as I walked by them. That was the plan at least. That was when he came up to me. I wanted another drink I wasn’t quite as gone as I wanted to be. Poor shy bastard sat there stumbling over the words mumbling under his breath afraid of me. It isn’t uncommon for guys to lose all confidence in my presence. After what seemed to me an eternity of umm’s and aaah’s, I asked him if he wanted to buy me a drink. He nodded that he did, I told him the frozen concoction that I wanted. He jumped almost running to the bar. He returned quickly a big smile on his face, poor bastard I was going to dash his hopes. I took the drink and sipped it like a lady as he mumbled about how pretty I was. He fumbled around telling me some boring story about himself. Sorry when guys talk it is just, “blab grumble, mumble, mumblety-peg,” to me. I was amazed at how such a good looking guy could be so awkward. I figured he must have a thimble prick. As soon as I finished the drink I said, “Lets dance.” It was a fast dance I moved about thrusting and gyrating harder than before. Occasionally I would stumble and he would catch me. I must have had more to drink than I realized. I would break free of his grasp and go back to my animalistic routine. I could see his appreciation in his pants, they were tented out as his apparently big prick strained against the fly. Now I was even more confused at his lack of confidence. I thought well, ...