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Always a Catch


“Now tell me to make you a man again”

Son of a bitch! I knew there’d be a catch. I fucking knew it!

But he had to catch me in the dirtiest fucking way!

I should have bailed the second Mindy used the word “magic” when it came to trying to keep our relationship a secret from her dad.

I probably should have bailed sooner than that, and especially after Mindy and I lezzed out in her bedroom, I wasn’t able to think straight since.

Not that there was much time thinking between trying to sneak out of their house and her dad finding me.

Would Mindy even recognise me if she saw me?

“Can’t say it can you?” He’s trapped me. His tone isn’t at all hostile or as hateful as it had been when he caught me, but I can feel the malevolence in it as he forces me to hold still on top of his cock, my pussy is aching and I need to be fucked!

He’s been leading me to this since the moment he saw me, I just know it, but fuck if it’s not felt painfully, disgustingly good. I’ve only been a girl three times before this, each time ended with him lording power over me, and now he’s doing it in the most permanent way he can.

All I can do is moan as my tits heave while I try, desperately, to get out of his grip, try to move my pussy somehow, but he’s so strong and powerful.

And now he wants me to beg like some slut!

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His words drip with poisonous honey, patient, waiting.

I’m not a slut, I’m not a slut, I’m not a slut!

I whimper desperately.

I love Mindy! I play football!

I’m not a slut!

I’m not, I’m not!

“All you have to do is beg me, and I can make it last forever”

 “Fuck me!” 

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a story on fictionmania by the name of "Force of Habit" inspired this, I feel quite good about it and I hope you enjoyed it.

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