Chapter 130: I Want You So Badly Right Now

(Triggered Warning: This `chapter`` contains a sexual scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another `chapter``)

Suddenly, Nathan picked Crystal up and climbed into the bathtub with her in his arms.

Then he turned the water on. They were both fully clothed, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by that fact. Crystal was wearing a T-shirt, which, once soaked, clung to her skin, and her nipples poked through the fabric like two sore thumbs. He pushed her up against the wall, and when he pressed his right hand against her left breast, she shivered.

Nathan ran his free hand through her hair. His slender fingers traced the curve of her ear. They ran down her neck and along her collarbone. He could feel her trembling under his ministrations, and he felt his manh**d stiffen. He couldn’t bear it. To release some of the tension, he began to suckle her exposed flesh lustily, and she felt as if she were being consumed, eaten alive, even.

Nathan slipped his hand down Crystal’s body, stopping at her midsection. He slipped his hand beneath her waistband without waiting for permission, and he gasped as his fingers tickled her light down. “My God,” he moaned. “I want you so badly right now….”

***

Before Nathan could go any further, Crystal grabbed his hand. “Hold on,” she said. “I’m still on my period!”

Unfortunately, with the Rohypnol coursing through his veins, Nathan wasn’t thinking straight. His hand slipped lower, and his fingertips brushed against her clits. He was breathing heavily, and as he touched her, her body convulsed. “You are so wet,” he moaned.

Crystal gasped as Nathan forced two fingers into her wet core, and she climaxed almost immediately. She cried out, “Don’t stop!” And to his credit, he didn’t. This went on for a few minutes, with him finger-fucking her with all the force he could muster. Then, without stopping what he was doing, he began to undo the buttons on his trousers. He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, and then he pushed her skirt and panties to the bottom of the tub.

Nathan pulled his hand out of Crystal’s wet core, and her entire body cried out in revolt.

“No!” She begged. But before she could make too much of a fuss, she felt his swollen member press against her vulva. He moved it up and down between her labia. He was teasing her, but she had no patience for it, so she used her hand to bring herself to climax while waiting for him to get down to business.

Finally, Nathan turned her around. He bent her over so that she had to hold on to the wall to keep her balance. He spread her legs.

Then pushed his full girth into her from behind, and at the moment of penetration, she cried out in pleasure and pain. For a moment, he didn’t move, and then he began to fuck her relentlessly, leaning over her so that he could reach around and grab her breasts.

Crystal was lost in a sea of ecstasy. As he screwed her, she repeatedly came right up until the end, when he shot a steaming load of semen into her birth canal. Almost immediately, he slumped over her. He was utterly drained but completely satisfied. He kissed her back and said, “I love you so much.”

When Nathan pulled himself out of her, his c*ck was pink from her menstruation and frothy from his seed. He turned around - embarrassed - and quickly washed himself off.

When he turned around, he saw the same mess seeping down her legs, and he instructed her to do as he’d done.

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Arnold was sitting in a leather chair in his study. Leslie was standing across from him. Her hands were behind her back, and her head was slightly bowed. She knew that she was in trouble.

Leslie had hoped that once she dr*gged him, he would give up the idea of sending her on a blind date. Unfortunately, her plan had gone to shit in the worst possible way. The only upside was that he now knew how far she was willing to go to get out of going on a blind date. Arnold was the only man she would consider as a potential mate. Thus, there was no point in playing the field.

Since Arnold did not seem interested in her, Leslie planned to return to her home country. At least there, it was more acceptable for a woman to be with another woman.

Arnold looked at Leslie and said nothing. He was so angry that he didn’t know what to say. He stood up abruptly and pushed her so hard that she fell and hit the floor. Her ass hit the ground, and she cried out in pain. Her cheeks turned red, and she quickly got up, but he slapped her across the face as soon as she was standing.

Arnold roared, “How dare you try to dr*g me!”

Leslie smirked and said, “How dare you try and set me up on a blind date!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Arnold snarled and slapped her again. “You dress and act like a child. If I don’t look out for you, who will?!?!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Leslie replied. She touched her face where he’d hit her, and she glared at him, accusing him with her eyes. “I am twenty-one years old, and I am not your responsibility. Even if I act like a child, you have no right to spank me or force me to do things that I don’t want to do. Besides, you are much older than me. You’re thirty, and you don’t have a girlfriend, so quit being such a hypocrite! Or are you a faggot? Is that why my sexual orientation bothers you? Because you’re gay?!?!”

This wasn’t the first time someone had suggested that Arnold was a homosexual, and the accusation drove him crazy. He was so angry that he grabbed Leslie and pulled down her pants and panties. Then he threw her over his knee and gave her a bare bottom spanking. Once he was done, he looked her in the eyes and said, “I am setting up two blind dates for you. You will go, and that is an order. Now get out of here!”

Leslie quickly pulled up her pants and panties and hurried out of the room. Tears were streaming down her face, but she hadn’t cried out when he hit her, and for her, that was a win.

Leslie went straight to her room. She often dressed as a boy, and when she bound her breasts, she even passed for a boy at school. Thus, her room was also very masculine. Sometimes, she had girls from school over.

They would make out in her room, but she would never let them undress her. She knew that if they discovered that she was a girl, then they would completely commit suicide.

Leslie wished that she was a boy, then she would be able to fuck all of the girls in her school. The only upside to being a girl who screwed other girls was that she never had to worry about getting pregnant or getting another girl pregnant.

As Leslie reached her door, she suddenly realized that Arnold was behind her, and before she knew what was happening, he’d picked her up. Leslie gasped. “What are you doing?” she asked timidly.

Arnold didn’t say anything. Instead, he opened her door, carried her to her bed, and gently lowered her down. After she’d left, he’d immediately regretted being so hard on her, and he wanted to make it up to her by carrying her to her bed. Once she was on the bed, he pulled away, and he was caught off guard when she pulled him on top of her. Then she wrapped her legs around his and rolled him over, and pinned him to the bed with her body.

“What are you doing?” shouted Arnold.