Inappropriate stories

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How can a shy girl be so 

Dirty.

He know exactly want She likes; what She wants. 

She told Him moments ago.  

The music plays slowly in the background, slow and a warm tones. Her with a blushed face and lack of eye contact, he wonders where the previous girl has gone. she is still here, this is known. so he rests his hand on her upper thigh, feeling her body shiver and the tingle on her skin. 

she is eager, she wants her dark desires filled. to be corrupted, respectfully of course. her mind can only think about the hand on her leg and she wants it to creep further up her skirt. 

she wants sensual, rough. patience. 

her breathe hitches in her throat as his hand creeps up her skirt, tips of fingers skim the edges of her panties.  

its quiet, its dark. the room in question is small and they both know it. he can barely see the outline of her round face, bright red spreads across her face. her chest rises and falls with his. she is looking down while he is looking at her. 

do you know what shy dirty girls hate? 

he pulls his hand away. 

her eyes widen, soon enough his hand is around her neck. pressing gently, a slight pressure. just enough to make her nervous "tell me where you want me to touch you" he whispers into her ear. she gulps, with a small smirk. 

she is nervous.  

"make me" 

she whimpers. his grip on her neck squeezes slightly. "so, you don't want me to do this?" he whispers as his other hand slides up her skirt, fingers cupping her pussy. pressing softly against the soft panties protecting her from the world. a soft moan escapes her lips. "n-no". his hand leaves. her breath is hot on his hand. "tell me what you want princess" he growls. 

biting her lip she grumbles "you know what I want". he chuckles, his fingers trace a line up her chest. soon one finger finds a stiffened nipple pressing against her bra. flicking it. she sucks a breath in.

"I want to hear your dirty mouth say the words baby" he pulls one half of her bra down. her shirt still covering her chest. a soft whimper escapes her lips. "or I can just stop". 

she is aroused. 

she tells him what she wants. every dirty place she wants to be touched. 

he doesn't take long to pull her clothes off her body. hearts pumping loudly. his cock is hard against his pants. there she is laying there, naked. beautiful. she covers her face. 

"no" 

he crawls to her, pulling his shirt off over his head. "no" he gently pulls her arms away. "you don't get to cover yourself with me, not here" he kisses her softly. biting her lip as he pins her arms above her head. 

*click 'click* 

she looks up to see her hands locked behind her. 

A smile spreads along her face, mixed with a small trace of fear as well as excitement. 

-to be continued-