Yo(U) Go Girl

It was the campus’ Foundation Day, and the theme was a callback to the day of the pioneers.

Yuna sported her checkered blouse purposely opened up to reveal a tight, white top that fitted her curves perfectly. She paired it with a pair of low-waist jeans intended to hug her hips at just the right point, leaving spectators craving for more of her sexy figure.

She was hot, she knew it, and she flaunted it. Yuna was confident in her own seductive charm, and knew that she could pull any man into her control no matter who he thought he was. That night though, everyone around was talking about the campus’ hottest guy. He walked into the bar which was fashioned as a classic saloon just for that day. He had his hair unkept but with just the right amount of form and flow. He was tall with broad shoulders, and a groomed beard that outlined his muscular jaws. He was wearing leather boots, a good ‘ol pair of denim jeans, and a plain, white shirt that hugged his huge pecs.

Yuna’s friends were all gushing about the mountain of a man who just entered.

“Oh my God he’s so handsome! And look at his arms! Oh the things I would give just be choked by those juicy biceps!” Yuna’s friends swooned. Yuna smirked to herself knowing that she could put that man into his knees.

“Well girls, we all know that man would beg on his knees for me”

“Yeah, right Yuna you slut. We think you’ll find your match if you even dare attempt step towards him.”

“Guess we’ll see” Yuna sultrily stood up and walked with a hypnotic grace, her wide hips seemingly gliding as she took her steps toward her target.

“Okay, you go girl!” Yuna’s friends mockingly cheered.

Yuna approached the guy just as he ordered his bourbon whiskey. Yuna stepped close to him, her chest bumping his arms. He could breathe in Yuna’s scent as she drew lazy lines all across his shoulders.

“Hey there, mustering up liquid courage to approach me?” Yuna teased.

“Oh I’m sorry, I don’t need courage to approach pretty women. They usually come to me first just like how you did.” He spoke with an air of bravado, his voice scruffy and deep. Looks like Yuna might have indeed met a man who does not worship her.

“Just making your life easier there cowboy, you all start cocky but eventually you will find yourself worshipping me just like the others” Yuna said back.

The man drank his whiskey, slammed his money on the counter and turned to Yuna. “Well girl, guess we’lll find out”. The man grabbed Yuna’s wrist with force, almost taking her aback. She lead Yuna into his ride parked at a dimly lit area beside the bar. He opened the backseat, pushed Yuna inside then hastily entered right after, slamming the door shut behind him.

He kissed Yuna with an insatiable hunger. He tore Yuna’s plaid open revealing her as she yelped in surprise. For the first time, Yuna’s eyes showed submission, a sign that she could be vanquished for the first time.

The man next went for Yuna’s neck, kissing it and biting hard as Yuna whimpered. He forced Yuna’s top off and tore through her bra. He grabbed Yuna’s breasts, squeezing it like an apex predator does its prey. He growled in lust as he sucked Yuna’s hard nipples. He made sure to bite it, and mark his territory on Yuna’s chest.

Yuna was gasping for air. She could not believe she was tasting her own medicine.

The man turned Yuna over, putting her on her knees. He removed his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. He then unzipped Yuna and and wiggled her tight jeans off. He lingered at the sight of the once haughty Yuna on all fours at the backseat of his car, wearing only a skimpy thong, whimpering at his mercy. He slapped Yuna’s ass HARD. He made sure both juicy cheeks were all red and welted. Yuna had tears in her eyes shrieking in a combined sensation of pain and desire.

“Look how wet you are, you slut” He exclaimed as he removed Yuna’s thong and swiped his fingers at her slit. He then pounced on Yuna and barged his manhood without warning.

“Ahhhh fuck! Fuck you! That fucking hurt” Yuna cried out. It was useless though, he was determined to teach Yuna a lesson for underestimating him.

He unleashed a barrage of thrusts as Yuna’s ass rippled violently from the force of the impact between their flesh. He would not let Yuna rest for even a second as he continued his relentless assult. Yuna was now crying in a clashing sensation of hurt, orgasm, and a newfound bliss of being put into submission.

He then hastily pulled out of Yuna, forced her to her knees and put his cock right over her face messed up with tears and smudged mascara. He put a tight grip on Yuna’s neck forcing her mouth open. Then ropes of thick, white, hot cum spew onto Yuna’s hair, eyes, nose, lips and across different parts of her neck and shoulders.

After the hot, messy session, the guy dressed up ready to leave while Yuna was still a defeated, exhausted mess. She was sitting down naked, battered and depleted at the backseat.

“Hey! You’re free to stay here and clean up, but I’m bringing my keys with me. You can exit my car, and go back to the bar to your friends or you could stay here and rest - if you’re still here when I get back …. I’ll be bringing you home and I swear, you ain’t seen nothing yet Miss Yuna” he sported a boastful smirk as he shut the door to his car and walked back to the saloon confident that he would come back to his car with Yuna still there.

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