Her eyes were watching me
Date: 11/10/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Straight Sex, Girls domination, Gothic, Hardcore, Humiliation, Male Domination, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Romance, Teen, Teen, Teen, Author: Rikter, Source: sexstories.com
Cold, that would have to be the word to describe it. But that was more likely to be the adrenaline than the late evening air, as the bones in my hands collided with the space just below his eye socket and were instantly shattered. It was nothing like how they showed it in movies or on the TV, in that, the guy goes down and his opponent stands over him, lightly wiping the drops of blood off of his fist with the bottom of his shirt. No, I should have known that the small fragile bones in my knuckles stood little chance against his skull. But what could I do? I was angry...angry......furious and he definitely had it coming to him. My good hand grabbed hold of my recently fractured one as the realization of my mistake hit me as hard as the fist accelerating towards my stomach, I keeled over and despite the sudden burst of pain, I felt a slight twitch of jealousy at his better choice of target. That, however, didn't last long as I was hoisted up by my shoulders, by two unseen pairs of arms and leaving me on my knees. My head risked a look up and was rewarded with an open-palmed punch crashing against my nose. My vision went dark for a moment and as my sight flooded back to me, I caught a glimpse through the small group surrounding me. of her eyes still watching me. Her eyes were watching me, and even through the groups of hopeful party goers I could still make out her features; her light olive skin and dark hair fused with her black nails and those two focussed brown eyes. Even ... from across the room I felt her darkened chills gripping me as she continued to watch me, unmoving. I wanted to look away, to walk away, but I found myself still staring. I was already sucked in, my control was beyond broken, whether it was the alcohol in my cup or the lust in her eyes, she had me trapped. At another corner of the party, one overly-confident guest had tried his luck with the older sister of our host, getting a slap and a shove in the place of a reply. His unfortunate attempts at getting a handful of a college girl's pair of breasts would have gone unnoticed had it not been for his clumsy attempt at catching himself leading to an embarrassing display as he ended up knocking over a vase of flowers, causing many guests (myself included) to turn their heads towards the noise. My care for the noise quickly evaporated, and when I turned back to my new found affliction, I found myself free of her glance and watched as she had begun talking to another guest, an older guy I recognized as one of the members of the school's football team. I would have expected relief to wash over me as I regained my control, but was only met with a sharp emptiness. The night continued, I made small talk with some faces I recognized and even had short lived flirting session with one of the more drunk guests, before she left, complaining about my lack of attention towards her. It was true, despite my better wishes I couldn't help looking back across the room trying to catch her eyes again, ...