1. Lyn-The First Night


    Date: 2/16/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Foot or shoe fetish, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: kabafaco, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    Lyn's attention was fully occupied by the guy sitting at the bar in the quiet pub. He had a glass of scotch in his hand, neat, and was drinking like a man who'd had the bad kind of day. He wasn't the sex god type of handsome that most girls fantasize about, but rather the ruggedly manly kind that had always struck her fancy. The man's raven black hair was medium length and unkempt, and Rugged kept pushing it back in agitation. His face, adorned with dark eyes, was covered by a trimmed full beard, and his body was the sturdy one of a man who was used to doing. Lyn caught herself imagining tugging at that beard while his arms held her in passionate embr-- Then suddenly, Rugged looked over at where Lyn was sitting in a booth near the back, and flashed a knowing smile. Lyn's face grew warm, and so did her excited cunt. Suffice to say, it's been a while for poor Lyn, almost three months, and her fingers and toys just weren't enough to satisfy her horny pussy. It wasn't that Lyn wasn't attractive. At 155cm (5'2"), she qualified as petite. She was a tiny bit plump, with a narrow waist and luscious thighs, which made for a pretty sexy ass. Sadly, Lyn fell short in the cleavage department, her tits barely making it to the size of large apples. She had ginger-red hair that fell down beyond her shoulders. Her eyes were big and grey, seeming to sparkle in the light, and they were set on her small round face splashed with a few freckles over her slender nose. Rugged rose, moving towards ...
    Lyn. He was a decent 195cm (6'6") tall, with a stocky build. He sported a white shirt tucked into black pants, with its sleeves rolled up. He picked up his suit jacket, and slowly started walking over with a smile plastered on his face. This prompted two thoughts in Lyn's mind: 'Sweet Mother of God, do men look hot when they roll up their shirt-sleeves' and 'Holy fuck, he's coming over'. She smoothed out her purple blouse, adjusted her green knee-length skirt, and straightened the pink band holding her hair, lamenting the fact that she looked like the joker with sans makeup. "Why hello there, love" said the strange visitor cheerfully, taking his seat opposite Lyn "Would it be too horrible if I joined you?" "Not at all." Replied Lyn, trying and failing to maintain a poker face. "Jaimie Martin, at your service" He offered, with a smirk that hid a joke only he got. "And you are?" "Lyn Tillet." "Well, mademoiselle. May I offer you a drink?" "I don't know. Can I count on you not to take advantage of me if I get drunk?" Jamie smiled at her reaction, glad that she was playing the game. "Why certainly. Beer sound okay?" Lyn nodded, and he called for two bottles. "Excuse my forwardness, but you seem too pretty to be alone here." Jamie said, after the drinks had arrived "Any friends here with you?" "No. Though I could use the company if it's okay with you." Lyn said innocently. "I couldn't bear say no to that." Lyn put the bottle to her lips and took a swallow. She'd decided to play ...
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