More Stories to Make You Blush by Marie Gray Read Free Book Online

backwards. She had turned around. Still gliding, but more insistently, she took him by force, mastered him. Her sex crushed against his pelvis, making him softly cry out. The young man wanted to get on top of her and show her what he was made of, but she guessed his plan, and seized his arms. She led him to the door and tied his hands behind his back with a scarf that had materialized from somewhere. How had she found it in the darkness? He had no idea, and actually, did not care in the least.
    Tied to the doorknob with his cock pointing forward, the victim had no other choice but to let his assailant have her way. On all fours in front of him, her thighs squeezed together, Janelle forced him inside her from behind, making him go faster and faster. She was like a wet, warm velvet pouch inside, squeezing and crushing his cock mercilessly. His torturer’s buttocks smacked against his belly, her long hair flew back against his sweaty face. He did his best to control his thrusts, to keep rhythm with the woman’s movements, trying to force himself upon her. He felt he was close to letting go, but wanted the sweet torture to last a little longer. She had other ideas. Leaning on her elbows and spreading her legs, she shoved back against him, charging and squeezing him in the most intimate embrace until the man, unable to hold back any longer, exploded inside her with jerking shudders of pleasure.
    She hurriedly undid his bonds and dragged him back down on the floor, huddling against him. He did not know what to say, and anyway, his throat was so dry it was impossible to speak for the moment. He was completely subjugated, stunned, speechless.
    He felt her get up and heard her getting dressed.
    â€œI’ll be right back, I’ll just get a few beers. I can come back without hiding, now …”
    And out she went, leaving him momentarily, the better to claim her place in his life. Janelle walked toward the bar with a wide, dreamy smile on her face, very proud of herself and what she had just accomplished.
    It took her mind a few minutes to process the sight of Julian’s figure coming toward her from the bar. He should be coming from the dressing room, where she had just left him, no? She was confused, nothing made any sense, unless …
    Although he was staring at her questioningly, all she could do was stare back and wonder where things had gone wrong. Julian’s voice finally broke the spell.
    â€œJanelle? Is it you? What are you doing here?”
    Julian was just as confused as she was. And finally, it dawned on him. “X.” Janelle. It was her! Ahh. He knew; he just knew anything could happen tonight. Anything at all.

Brigitte’s Secret
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    Brigitte looked at her traveling companion, half skeptical, half flabbergasted.
    â€œYou’re not serious?”
    â€œTotally.”
    â€œI’ll have to think about it.”
    â€œDon’t take too long.”
    She thought about it, trying to get used to the idea he had so candidly suggested. “Well, I guess it’s possible,” she said, then nodded.
    She thought back on the week they had just spent together. Brigitte had come to Mexico to work. Since she did not have to go to work until around 10 p.m., she spent her days lying in the sun, letting her skin drink in the warm rays.
    The man had appeared the first day of her trip, a lone jogger struck down by a cramp or some other problem. He was hunched over, wincing, with his hands on his knees, obviously trying to ease the pain. She thought he was truly suffering, and hurried over to see if she could help.
    â€œAre you okay?” she asked in English, not wanting to make a fool of herself with garbled Spanish.
    He looked her straight in the eyes and smiled broadly. “And you even speak English!”
    It took her a few seconds to realize she had been tricked. Pretending to be annoyed, she exclaimed:
    â€œThat’s not very funny! I thought you were really