Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
The longer the groping continued, the more aroused Mia was becoming. Shit, this wasn't going to end up well. She almost never did anything to herself, so this was still a relatively new and foreign feeling that she wasn't keen on experiencing. But her body didn't care about how much she disliked what was happening to her.
"Mmmmmph..."
Mia softly whimpered. This time, a soft hiss threaded itself into the sound. Fuck, that was not good. She was going to end up being too noisy if this was to go on any longer! Her eyes shut so tight she was seeing spots, trying her hardest to deny the small tingles of pleasure flowing through her body. She even felt some sensations in her lower area.
Mia wanted to cry. Never had she been so humiliated in all her life. Especially when the one humiliating her was fucking asleep. This had to go in the books as one of those stories that nobody would ever believe if you told them, even if you were someone who'd never told a lie.
And who would blame them? Who'd believe this kind of crap? This was the kind of stuff that happened in movies or books. Not real life. God, how does she get into these kinds of situations?
The groping and prodding continued for what seemed like forever. At this point, Mia's mind was - to her dismay - filled with a small amount of lust and desire. She panted and whimpered, getting incrementally louder as time passed. Was she really this sensually deprived that she couldn't lay still and take the contact without a sound? He then sucked on her skin, making her tingle with small shivers slithering across her spine. Another soft yet broken hiss escaped her mouth. Stop it Mia! Oh God, he needed to stop before she would end up doing something she would regret.
Finally, he stopped touching her so much. Panting as softly as she possibly could, Mia laid in the bed to regain her senses. Fuck, he had her pinned. He laid on her chest, where it still tingled a little from his lengthy ministrations.
He asked for her to not leave again, and Mia had to remind herself that he was talking about the woman that Mia was so graciously in place of.
She waited for the man to go limp again. After a short moment, she made a move to free herself from his warmth, something that she somewhat didn't want to do. She knew how cold she was going to be when she finally left this place, especially since her clothes were soaking wet. The man then spoke up again. He said something about "her" being pretty and special. Mia sighed with the smallest whimper, assuming that he was talking about the woman in her place. He must've been - there was nobody else he could've been talking about, right?
... But then he said something about being mean and dark.
Mia froze. Was he talking about her? He thought she was dark? Well, she couldn't fault him for thinking that. But awesome? Pretty? Special? What could he even see in her? This man baffled her very much.
Suddenly, the man did the most horrific thing he could've done that night - he woke up. Terror swept across Mia's face as the white in his eyes presented themselves, and she stiffened as he felt him shift around in his bed. Oh god, what was she to do now? Play it off? How?! Knock him out before he completely woke up? That was a slightly better idea. But she was still wrapped around his body. Even with her speed she couldn't react that fast.
He asked who she was. Her heart pounded at a million miles per hour - what was he doing?! Didn't he know who she was?
...
But he seemed to be out of it. By some sort of ridiculous miracle, he still didn't recognize her. He went back to sleep, as if she was supposed to be in his bed all along. What the hell? She was free, just like that?
"Oh my God," she breathed. It took her a moment, but she rolled off the bed and collected her clothes and bag as quiet as she could. She had just tiptoed out of the room before she heard movement from within. She gasped - fuck, he actually woke up this time... And with a gun?!
As quietly as humanly possible, Mia snuck into the bathroom and hid in the shower. She panted heavily, but quietly, trying her best to be silent to the man who was now awake in the house. She prayed heavily that she wouldn't be found - she couldn't be seen now. Not now.
"Mmmmmph..."
Mia softly whimpered. This time, a soft hiss threaded itself into the sound. Fuck, that was not good. She was going to end up being too noisy if this was to go on any longer! Her eyes shut so tight she was seeing spots, trying her hardest to deny the small tingles of pleasure flowing through her body. She even felt some sensations in her lower area.
Mia wanted to cry. Never had she been so humiliated in all her life. Especially when the one humiliating her was fucking asleep. This had to go in the books as one of those stories that nobody would ever believe if you told them, even if you were someone who'd never told a lie.
And who would blame them? Who'd believe this kind of crap? This was the kind of stuff that happened in movies or books. Not real life. God, how does she get into these kinds of situations?
The groping and prodding continued for what seemed like forever. At this point, Mia's mind was - to her dismay - filled with a small amount of lust and desire. She panted and whimpered, getting incrementally louder as time passed. Was she really this sensually deprived that she couldn't lay still and take the contact without a sound? He then sucked on her skin, making her tingle with small shivers slithering across her spine. Another soft yet broken hiss escaped her mouth. Stop it Mia! Oh God, he needed to stop before she would end up doing something she would regret.
Finally, he stopped touching her so much. Panting as softly as she possibly could, Mia laid in the bed to regain her senses. Fuck, he had her pinned. He laid on her chest, where it still tingled a little from his lengthy ministrations.
He asked for her to not leave again, and Mia had to remind herself that he was talking about the woman that Mia was so graciously in place of.
She waited for the man to go limp again. After a short moment, she made a move to free herself from his warmth, something that she somewhat didn't want to do. She knew how cold she was going to be when she finally left this place, especially since her clothes were soaking wet. The man then spoke up again. He said something about "her" being pretty and special. Mia sighed with the smallest whimper, assuming that he was talking about the woman in her place. He must've been - there was nobody else he could've been talking about, right?
... But then he said something about being mean and dark.
Mia froze. Was he talking about her? He thought she was dark? Well, she couldn't fault him for thinking that. But awesome? Pretty? Special? What could he even see in her? This man baffled her very much.
Suddenly, the man did the most horrific thing he could've done that night - he woke up. Terror swept across Mia's face as the white in his eyes presented themselves, and she stiffened as he felt him shift around in his bed. Oh god, what was she to do now? Play it off? How?! Knock him out before he completely woke up? That was a slightly better idea. But she was still wrapped around his body. Even with her speed she couldn't react that fast.
He asked who she was. Her heart pounded at a million miles per hour - what was he doing?! Didn't he know who she was?
...
But he seemed to be out of it. By some sort of ridiculous miracle, he still didn't recognize her. He went back to sleep, as if she was supposed to be in his bed all along. What the hell? She was free, just like that?
"Oh my God," she breathed. It took her a moment, but she rolled off the bed and collected her clothes and bag as quiet as she could. She had just tiptoed out of the room before she heard movement from within. She gasped - fuck, he actually woke up this time... And with a gun?!
As quietly as humanly possible, Mia snuck into the bathroom and hid in the shower. She panted heavily, but quietly, trying her best to be silent to the man who was now awake in the house. She prayed heavily that she wouldn't be found - she couldn't be seen now. Not now.