Real story of seducing a student with coercion
All the stories I tell actually happened. Often, even the names aren't changed 😉
Tanya was a petite 20-year-old blonde with long curly hair, a sporty figure, a captivating gaze, and breasts just a bit larger than a B-cup, which were of such an amazing shape and so pleasant to the touch that... but I didn't know about the touch yet. By the way, you can see this chick. More on that at the end of the story.
This was 5 years ago, it was October.
We sat at tables in an open-air cafe in the city center, she flung open her short coat, she was wearing a sweater with a deep neckline, and her tanned chest looked so good there,
it deserved to be called a cultural landmark.She had just arrived from America and broken up with her jealous boyfriend. I was also free. I was a student, living with my parents. My friend, her neighbor, told me about how he jerked off to her photos every day, and I arranged a chance meeting. She liked the idea of meeting up and sitting in a cafe. So there we were, just the two of us. It was our first meeting.
Her full lips touched the beer bottle... then she licked them. She talked about her trip to the States, a conversation about everything started. Her body spoke of how it was languishing without good sex. But verbally, she talked more about how unavailable she was. She sat with her jean-clad legs crossed. I thought: will I manage to part these gates to pleasure? Just the thought made my dick start straining against my clothes. But I didn't know how to achieve the goal.
She was a rich, spoiled little thing. But quite intelligent, well-mannered, and clearly not promiscuous.
It got hotter, she stood up, took off her coat, and while placing it on a neighboring chair, she bent over and arched her back... the light sweater hugged her waist, the jeans hugged her gorgeous ass, and I barely managed not to choke from the surge of pressure in my body.
The conversation continued, and clearly wasn't heading towards sex. While Tanya continued to casually perform erotic manipulations with the beer bottle using her mouth, I, trying not to cum from the sight, thought about what to do next. Taking her home was too early, it would scare her off. My gaze regularly fell on the tempting chest standing in the neckline. You clearly couldn't seduce her in a cafe. I suggested going for a walk.
Fortunately, she turned out to be an engaging conversationalist, and my anxiety about how to get my dick into her lips wasn't noticeable.
We stopped at a traffic light. What cards did I have in my hand? The conversation wasn't flirting, it wasn't leading to bed. But she liked me. To check how true the last statement was, I put one arm around her waist, touched her face with the other, and leaned in to kiss her. She gently pulled away, so I just as gently took hold of her hair from behind. She had nowhere to go, she relaxed, and gave me a rather passionate kiss. Her lips tasted as good as they looked, maybe even better. I felt her little tongue in my mouth. Wow!...
However, the high ended, and she announced that it was time for her to meet her girlfriends. Coming to from the kiss, I nodded, and we headed towards the disco where they were meeting.
I cursed mentally. I needed to make this ass dance on me, not on the dance floor. Especially since my parents weren't planned to be home tonight—they were staying at the dacha.
What do girls want before a disco? Right, to drink for free. Whether I was right or wrong, that's how I reasoned, and taking advantage of the fact that there were about 20 minutes left before meeting her friends, I invited her to a cafe that supposedly made uniquely tasty mulled wine. It was a lie, but she agreed.
The following happened—the road was under repair, and we went down a dark, deserted alley. Soon we reached a narrow, dirty sidewalk, and walking on it in her expensive high-heeled boots would have been a blow to her mood. I picked her up in my arms and carried her. She liked it, and I liked it even more. I lost my head and almost ruined everything.
Putting her down, I turned her face to the wall, pushed her with my body so she had to bend over a little, bracing her hands against the wall. My erect dick immediately pressed against her protruding ass. My hands, bypassing the coat, grabbed her breasts through the sweater. I immediately understood that at that second, I was the happiest man on the planet.
She didn't resist, but said firmly, "Don't!"
One hand continued to massage the incredibly firm breast, the other slid between her legs, starting to massage through the jeans the place where her clit was implied.
A second's pause—apparently she decided to enjoy the energy of arousal, and at the same time decide what to do best here.
Tanya started squeezing her legs, saying softly: "Dima, you shouldn't do that to me." Which I took as a command to "Continue."
Not so fast! Despite being an athlete, she deftly dodged, pushed me away, and to leave no room for doubt, gave me a pretty solid slap. An awkward situation was evident.
We stepped into the light. Her look was cold enough for me to understand I had broken her rules.
"I'm sorry," she broke the silence. "Guilt is good ground for manipulation," I thought.
I turned the situation into a joke, saying she had to be late to her friends, otherwise I'd report her to the police for assault. In the cafe light, she looked flushed, her eyes were burning. In the conversation, I managed to make her lose track of time so that she was very late to meet her girlfriends.
The decisive moment came: I invited her to my place. She firmly made it clear to me that this would be our last meeting if I so much as touched her body with a finger. She wasn't lying.
And she agreed.
We took a taxi and ended up at my place, with a bottle of wine, balls bursting from overheating, and a dick standing at attention.
We took off our outerwear. She was beautiful—slender, in tight-fitting clothes, with invitingly perky breasts. We sat close, drank, and soon her lips and tongue met mine again. Hand on breast—"No," she removes it. Second hand—into the jeans, to the clit. Pushes away.
She got heated: — Nothing is going to happen today! I agreed, but continued the advance.
I take her by the hips and lay her on the sofa, and immediately receive an off-target kick from a sexy leg. I spread her legs so she could only kick helplessly. Receive a very well-aimed slap. I remove her hands and lie on top of her. Tanya found herself pinned, attempts to break free led nowhere.
I took her by the hair so she couldn't wave her head, and kissed her lips in a new way: boldly and dominantly. She was mine.
She calmed down, feeling the strength, and responded with a tender kiss.
Tanya weakly resisted when I took off her sweater. But decided to resume resistance when she realized her bra was about to be removed. She didn't let me take it off, but I lowered the cups and the breast of incredible beauty was left unprotected. Tanya tried to protest, but felt a strong hand on her neck. Giving in a little, and starting to enjoy how I licked her nipples, she suddenly realized she was losing her jeans.
Sex still wasn't part of her plans. I understood this when I received the strongest kick with both feet at once. While I was getting up and assessing what was broken, she was already dressed—back in her sweater. Lips red from kissing, breathing excited. "I'm leaving," she said decisively, fastening her jeans. "Okay," I said softly to her, approached, took her hands, and kissed her. Her hands were in mine. She hadn't managed to fasten them. A slight twist of the arms, and the beauty is on all fours on the sofa. A decisive movement—and the jeans along with the panties are pulled down to her knees.
In such a defenseless position, Tanya received my fingers right into her pussy. Her moan sounded. She was wet—she wanted it no less than I did.
"Don't"—she said for the 101st time, breaking free. The chick freed herself from my hands, but was left completely without jeans and panties. I took her by the hair again, noticing that in such a case she felt submissive.
Pushed her onto the sofa—she fell on her back.
She didn't let me take off her sweater again, and I had to just pull it up to play with her breasts again. Tanya trembled from helplessness, desire, and anger.
Her legs were spread, and she couldn't stop me from starting to lick her, fucking her with my fingers. Moaning, she began to writhe in my hands. Her pussy incredibly resembled a neat peach, licking it was beyond delicious.
Tanya enjoyed it no less than I did, but when she saw me reaching for the drawer for a condom, seizing the moment, she broke free. She didn't manage to get dressed: she immediately found herself laid with her chest on the carpet, hands behind her back, and her ass raised. "Don't!!"—was the last thing she managed to scream before I spread her cheeks and my dick entered her.
Tanya still tried to resist, which gave me no small pleasure (to my surprise). However, soon she too got into it, moving her ass in rhythm.
After a few minutes, she was on top of me, happily bouncing on my dick. Finally, she took off all her clothes, and I could watch how joyfully her bust bounced.
But I hadn't cum yet.
I laid this sweet girl on her back, her legs on my shoulders, and entered her pussy. She was still coming down from an orgasm. Firmly took her by the neck with one hand, and with the other enjoyed her breast. I started fucking her slowly, then sped up, finally I saw fear in her eyes from how firmly I was holding her, her gaze showed submission and enjoyment of the role of a raped victim. To see a beauty who isn't used to submitting, submitting to you, and having her the way you like—is one of life's greatest pleasures. "Bitch"—I summarized aloud.
I pulled out of her, stood up, took her by the hair, and pulled the bitch to her knees. Tanya obeyed somewhat fearfully. I took the condom off my dick, roughly opened her jaw, and shoved my dick between the sugary lips I had dreamed about all evening. She resisted lightly, but after putting her head on my dick a couple of times, I started losing control of the situation—I was cumming.
The victim tried to remove the dick from her mouth, and the first shot of cum hit her pretty face. With both hands, I returned the cock to her mouth, and the touch of her lips multiplied the orgasm many times over. I completely blacked out for some time, but through the haze, I remembered that those lips were already sliding along the shaft of my dick on their own, finishing their dirty work. Cum dripped down her face and from her mouth. I lay down next to her, rolling her onto her back. Starting to come to my senses, to emphasize my victory, I gathered the cum from Tanya's tender lips and chin with my finger and sent it back into her mouth. "Swallow," I told her in a tone that brooked no argument. She obeyed.
After the shower, she came back to me, already dressed, said indignantly: "You knew you'd get me!" and slapped me again. This woman will never give up, I thought. I was wrong. That same night, I took her anal virginity. She resisted. But getting into it, she gave it up like a whore.
Since then, she called and wrote to me every day. She had surrendered.
She insisted on meeting for the next four months, but I never met with her.
Life brought us together only two years later—but that's another story.
Recently, she got married.