The Dance
by Old Dreamer
Copyright© 2025 by Old Dreamer
Erotica Sex Story: A woman goes to a dance after breaking up with her fiancée and meets a smooth handsome man, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Rape MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Voyeurism .
She danced with him several times during the evening. He was tall, handsome, and charming. He danced well and complimented her on her appearance. She was attracted to him as he held her close so her breasts were firm against his chest. She felt him harden, and it sent a thrill through her and caused some moistening between her legs. He asked if he could buy her a drink at the bar, and they chatted for an hour or so.
She accepted with pleasure when he asked for the last dance, and as they slowly moved against each other, she was thrilled as he whispered in her ear how lovely she was, that she had gorgeous eyes, lovely legs, and a superb figure. How lucky he was to meet her today. She had recently broken up with her fiancé and was pleased to meet someone she liked at the dance.
She was not looking for a long-term boyfriend yet but had liked him from the moment she saw him. He said he had a car and would like to give her a lift home. She hesitated, but he was so charming that she agreed. After all, she was well accustomed to looking after herself and confident she could handle the most amorous of wolves, not that he had been a problem or had wandering hands when they danced.
She protested sweetly at first when he stopped at a quiet spot, but when he said he just wanted a goodnight kiss, she did not complain. He leaned to her and pulled her head to him. She responded readily, and when he slid his tongue into her mouth, she opened her lips and murmured her appreciation.
He kissed well, and she relaxed to enjoy the thrill. He explored the inside of her mouth expertly and sucked on her lips and tongue. After a while, he slipped a hand down to her breast, but when she demurred, he moved his hand quickly away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Your breasts are so perfect I couldn’t resist trying to caress them.”
They kissed for a few more minutes before he tried again. “Don’t be a silly girl,” he said. “I just want a little feel; you know you like me.”
It seemed a bit juvenile to deny him that, and she was feeling aroused, so she let him open the buttons on her blouse and cup her breasts through her bra. She felt her nipples harden and her excitement rising as he slid his fingers under the cup and caressed her nipples. “You see,” he murmured. “You like it. I knew you were only playing hard to get.”
She said, “No. No further. I have to get home.”
But he was very experienced and smooth, and she was happy to allow his kisses and his stroking of her breasts. His other hand had moved up her back and expertly slipped the clip of her bra open, and it fell away, giving him complete access to her bare breasts.
He kept her hands from stopping him with a tight grip around her as he kissed her more passionately and sent tingles of delight through her when he gently stroked her firm nipples. Well, she was willing to allow this much and no further. When he kissed down her neck, then her ear, and then her shoulders, she was prepared to stop him.
But when he moved to her breasts, but he was quicker than she expected and was soon sucking on a nipple in a practiced way. It stiffened and became hard as she felt a stab of desire and more moistening between her legs.
He shifted his weight onto her to keep her pinned and slid a freed hand down to her stomach. He massaged her belly and tried to find the gap at the top of her skirt to get his hands inside. “That’s enough,” she said. “I don’t allow that. I must go.”
But he chuckled and said, “So soon? We were just starting?” as he tried to ease her legs apart with his body, but she resisted.
He put his hand on her knee, but when he tried to slide it up her thigh under her skirt, she firmly stopped him. He seemed very surprised. “I thought you were a sophisticated woman, not a silly child,” he muttered. “We’ll both enjoy a little love. What do you think I am here for?”
He pushed his hand firmly up her skirt again and got to the soft skin above her stockings, stroking it lightly with his fingers, brushing the crotch of her pants.
This was definitely too far. “No!” she said firmly. “I don’t want to go any further.”
“I’m sorry,” he said and pulled back. “You’re so beautiful, I guess I got carried away.” He turned from her and started the car.
She was relieved and was happy to respond when he chatted about the dance and paid her the occasional compliment. “We are just passing my flat. Why don’t you come in for a coffee?”
She hesitated, but he was so attractive and she wanted to meet him some more. She was confident that she could keep him under control. He had been a bit fast and came on a bit strong, but many men she met were like that, and she had always been able to keep them from going further than she was prepared to.
It was a game she knew well, and whilst she had often been tempted, she was brought up to be chaste. There was also the great risk and ignominy of pregnancy.
“All right, that would be nice,” she accepted, and he soon stopped the car and led the way.
They entered the flat, and she complimented him on it. It was smart and elegant, as she expected. He switched on the low lighting and put on some slow, dreamy music.
“Take your coat off and make yourself comfortable, while I make the coffee.”
He appeared with two cups and set them on the table beside the settee on which she had perched. He sat beside her and slipped an arm around her and pulled her to him.
“Steady,” she laughed. “Let me drink my coffee.”
He sighed and waited until she had finished and then said, “I love this band. Let’s dance.”
She recognized the move but loved to dance and knew that she just had to control his advances.
He danced well, as she knew he would. He pulled her close and kissed her more and more passionately. She was happy to respond and was amused at his expertise as her blouse was smoothly unbuttoned, and her bra released. She sighed as he caressed her breasts and could feel her body respond to the urgency of his rising desire.
He slid a hand down her back to her buttocks and stroked them, but when his hand strayed around to her stomach and tried to slide up her skirt, she held it away.
“Still playing hard to get?” he murmured and withdrew his hand and concentrated on exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue and stroking her nipples.
She allowed herself to enjoy his caresses and nestled into him but was startled when the back of her legs came into contact with the edge of the couch.
“Whoops, bad steering,” she started to say, but he kept pushing her, and she could not stop falling back onto the couch with him lying on top of her.
He kept his lips glued to hers and then moved them to her breasts and sucked her nipples. She had wriggled to escape him being on top of her but then thrilled to his sucking of her breasts and stopped pushing him from her and could not avoid a moan of pleasure.
“Ah!” he said. “You like it,” and pushed a hand down her legs to the edge of her skirt before getting it onto her thigh and sliding it up her skirt to the top of her stockings. His body weight was forcing her legs apart, and his fingers, having savored the soft skin at the inside of the top of her thighs, slid to the crotch of her panties.
“No!” she gasped. This was going too far, and she tried to grip his wrist to force his hand away.
“Oh yes,” he snarled. “It’s time for the teasing to stop. I need a good fuck. Why do you think I came to that dance? I thought I recognized a beautiful, sophisticated woman and that you must know the score. I realize it is necessary for you to seem reluctant and innocent, but enough is enough. Stop playing about, and let’s both enjoy making love.”
“No,” she said. “It’s not like that at all. I liked you, and I was willing to flirt and allow some snogging and maybe a little mild petting, but I am not a loose girl. I’m a virgin, and I’m not going to allow you to do anymore. Take me home, please.”
“I seem to have made a mistake,” he said. “Still, it’s too late now. There were plenty of willing women back there, but I chose you. I need some action tonight, so I am going to have you whether you want it or not.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “But I’m not one of those girls who take me home, please. A nice man like you wouldn’t force me. That would be rape.”
“You don’t get it, do you, bitch? I need a fuck badly, and you’re the one I chose for tonight. I am going to fuck you tonight, whatever you say or do. You can enjoy it or fight, it will make no difference. In fact, I’d enjoy it more if you fight a little.” He grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her head back whilst forcing his hand back up between her legs to the crotch of her knickers.
She fought him off, and he cursed, then slapped her viciously around her head until she was dazed. Her struggles ceased, and he chuckled, “Got it now, have you? Just get those legs apart for me so I can get my prick up you. A sophisticated woman like you must know all about it. You’re just playing hard to get. You picked the wrong guy to play games with. And if you really are innocent and just a prick tease, then I have handled those kinds before too.”
“Even virgins, which I can’t believe that you are, but if so, it’s my lucky day, baby. I like it when they resist, and you will be real tight for me. They are always too ashamed to complain afterwards as well.”
“I thought you were really nice,” she sobbed. “I can’t believe you are behaving like this. Leave me alone and take me home, please.”
She screamed when he pushed her skirt up around her waist. “Beautiful, I’m going to enjoy this,” he said and got his hand onto the inside of her thigh once more. He forced her legs wider apart and thrust his hand up against her crotch, working his fingers furiously.
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