Amber corruption

The neon lights of the bar flickered, casting an eerie glow over the dimly lit room. Amber adjusted her black choker and ran a hand through her shoulder-length red hair, the strands catching the light like flames in the dark. She wore a tight black corset that accentuated her curves, paired with a short leather skirt that showed off her long, pale legs. Her boots clicked rhythmically against the wooden floor as she made her way to the bar, each step a testament to her rebellious spirit.

Her breasts, firm and full, strained against the fabric of her corset, drawing the eyes of several patrons. She ignored their leering gazes, focusing instead on the bartender who was busy mixing drinks. Her ass, round and pert, swayed with each movement, a sight that didn't go unnoticed by the men around her.

Amber finally reached the bar, her breath slightly labored from the effort. She leaned against the counter, her fingers drumming impatiently as she waited for the bartender's attention. Just as she was about to call out, she felt a sharp pinch on her butt. Startled, she jumped and spun around, her eyes scanning the crowd for the culprit. But everyone seemed engrossed in their own conversations, and no one met her gaze.

She turned back to the bar, her heart pounding. Maybe it had been an accident, she thought, trying to calm herself. But before she could fully convince herself, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see a man standing beside her, his face wrinkled and unkempt, his eyes hidden behind thick glasses. He was old, fat, and ugly, a disgusting pervert by the looks of him.

"Hello there," he said, his voice gravelly and unpleasant. "I'm Hugh."

Amber **** a smile, taking pity on the old man. "Hi, Hugh. I'm Amber."

He nodded, his eyes roving over her body in a way that made her skin crawl. "Nice to meet you, Amber. You look lovely tonight."

She shifted uncomfortably, but decided to indulge him in some small talk. After all, he was just an old man, right? "Thanks. So, what brings you here?"

Hugh chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, just enjoying the night. And you?"

"Same," she replied, though she was beginning to regret her decision to come out alone.

They talked for a while, Hugh making small talk that quickly grew tedious. But then, without warning, his tone changed. "You know, Amber, I've seen you around campus. You're quite the little rebel, aren't you?"

She frowned, not liking where this was going. "I guess so. Why do you ask?"

Hugh leaned in closer, his breath hot and sour against her ear. "Because I have fantasies about you, Amber. Dirty fantasies."

Her blood ran cold. "What are you talking about?"

He grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. "I've been watching you, Amber. Imagining what it would be like to have you. To make you mine."

Amber's heart raced. She tried to pull away, but Hugh's grip on her shoulder tightened. "Let me go," she demanded, her voice trembling.

"Oh, Amber," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "You don't understand. I want to impregnate you. Fill you up with my seed."

She gasped, horror washing over her. "No! Let me go!"

But Hugh only laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Don't worry, Amber. You'll enjoy it. I promise."

With that, he released her shoulder and took her hand, lifting it to his lips. He kissed her knuckle, his tongue flicking out to lick her fingers. Amber stood frozen, too shocked to move, too terrified to react.

Hugh finally let go of her hand, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Run along now, Amber. We'll see each other again soon."

Without another word, Amber turned and fled, her boots pounding against the floor as she ran out of the bar and into the night. She didn't stop until she was safely inside her dorm room, her heart still racing and her mind reeling from the encounter.

She collapsed onto her bed, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and disgust. Hugh's words echoed in her ears, his dirty desires playing over and over in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling of his lips on her hand, his tongue licking her fingers.

**** to escape the memory, Amber reached down and began to touch herself, her fingers moving with urgency. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure, but all she could think about was Hugh. His leering eyes, his disgusting fantasies.

And then, something unexpected happened. The more she thought about him, the more aroused she became. She groaned, her hips bucking against her hand as she imagined his hands on her body, his mouth on hers. She could almost feel his weight pressing her down, his breath hot against her skin.

Amber's fingers moved faster, her body arching as she came closer to climax. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries, but the images of Hugh were too vivid, too intense. She could feel his hands on her breasts, squeezing them roughly, his mouth devouring hers.

And then, with a final shudder, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. She lay there, panting, her mind a blur of conflicting emotions. She should have been disgusted, horrified even, but instead she felt...satisfied.

As she drifted off to sleep, her last thought was of Hugh, his twisted fantasies haunting her dreams.

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