1. The Joy of Alters


    Date: 11/30/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female, Rape, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    whim, "Hey, if your date doesn't go well, here is my card, I would be your blind date any day." She slowly took it from me, her fingers and nails brushing my fingers as she took my card. I went and joined my friends and kept an eye on her. Before long a decent looking guy came in and they were talking and I assume he was her date. Within a half hour she was obviously very drunk and very loud. She got very crass and had her hands all over him. I couldn't believe she was practically humping him at the bar. He wasn't tall, or really handsome and he didn't look rich. How had he captured this goddesses heart so fast? Soon after they walked outside and I could see her kissing him and then pulling him into the cab with her. It was just after 7 PM. I wondered how much longer until that lucky fuck was gonna be fucking that diamond. Even with the bad manners, slight ditziness and crass attitude, not to mention the voice, still, she was the fuck of a lifetime, she had to be. Even if she didn't make a sound or move a muscle she would be the hottest fuck I ever had. And something told me she wasn't the silent type. We had a good time that night and I was home by about 11. I jacked off in the shower thinking about that knockout. Sadly, I didn't know her name, so I couldn't search for her or fantasize about her well because it made it so distant. That isn't to say I had trouble ejaculating. I coated the wall of my shower that night, and fell asleep still pissed at her blind date who surely ...
    emptied his cum into her in one way or another. My phone rang at 7:30 AM. I was pissed because it was Friday and I had taken the day off expecting a hangover. I had a bit of one but not an intense one. I clicked on my cell, "Yeah . . . . ?" "Um, is this Marc?" The squeaky voice on the other end said. It was a scared voice, very soft and she sounded scared. "Yes. Um, who is this?" "This is Sarah." "Sarah who? I don't know any Sarahs that I can think of." "I found your card in my purse. . . " "Oh, OH! Did we talk at the bar last night for a bit?" It sounded different but is there a chance it was . . . .. her?!?! "I. . . I--I don't know. I just woke up in a strange bed and I thought maybe it was yours." "Sorry, but I am in my bed, ha ha. Must be your blind date's bed." "Wh-where is he?" Again she sounded very worried. "I have no idea I don't know who he is." "Oh, ok" Click. That was it, she was gone. I thought of calling back, but was pretty confused and decided to give it a bit. Within minutes I think I fell asleep. It was almost 2 PM when I got another call. "Hello?" "Hi. Who is this." "It's Elizabeth." "Ok, hi. Who is Elizabeth?" "Didn't we have a drink together last night? You told me I should be able to pick my guy, didn't you." Holy shit! It was her! So who was that Sarah girl? Oh well, who gives a fuck, she called me!!! "Oh yeah, yeah that was me. Nice to hear from you. What's up?" "So were you the one I picked?" "Um, no you had a blind date remember?" "Oh, so you weren't ...