So this isn’t the first story I have, and I will be posting more if you guys like this one. I’ll warn you beforehand, this is going to be long, but if you like long stories with lots of build-up that have you dripping wet or rock hard before the sex even begins, then read on.
I met this girl a few months ago through my part time work, I’m now and still at University. I’m not going to give away what I do but let’s just say I work with disabled and underprivileged teens and pre-teens. This girl was taking her autistic brother to a class where I work, her parents caught her smoking weed and grounded her. She offered to take her brother round places out of boredom, and that’s how I met her.
I was in the lobby on a break when I heard her on the phone to her parents. She was talking about how bored she was just sitting here waiting for her brother to be done. She was cute. Five foot two-ish brunette, mousy and small with hair going past her boobs. She gave off a kind of hipster stoner chick vibe and I liked that.
So once she’s done with her call I approached her and introduced myself. She was very flustered and I could tell immediately she was the nervous type. I mean, I didn’t help; I stood over her at six foot three, my shirt unbuttoned to the chest and sleeves rolled up, suit jacket in my hand, hair tussled and kinda sweaty. I spoke with her for a bit; she was , been with her boyfriend for years and smoked a lot of weed. She’s got social anxiety so she uses the weed to calm her down, and I could tell she needed it. This girl wouldn’t look me in the eye and she kept stuttering, it was cute. Thinking back now, it’s amazing how much of a slut she turned out to be.
Jump to months later. She added me on facebook after that initial meeting and we’d exchanged a few words at the beginning but hadn't really spoken. The recent UK elections had everyone chatting and I had commented something on one of her statuses so she messaged me again. From there we got to talking again. She’s now and apparently broken up with her boyfriend. She says it’s complicated and that even though they’ve broken up they still hang out a lot and hook up. I have a feeling she’s just testing the waters and wants to cheat on her boyfriend with me. I steer the conversation in a sexual direction and she gladly follows along, telling me all about her fantasies and how many guys she’s slept with. Definitely more open online than in person, but the conversation was still kind of innocent and jokey, and she knows I have a girlfriend so it didn’t seem like she was flirting. I was busy and so I had to go that day.
When I get back in the evening I see a message from her waiting for me:
"That conversation had me turned on so much yesterday I had to finish myself off when I got home from school :P"
I contemplated how I would reply for a while, before finally messaging her back "show me".
The wait was long. I know she’d seen it, and it had been minutes with no reply. I was hoping I hadn’t blown my chances with this girl, then I finally got a message from her: "you have a girlfriend…"
"So?" was my reply.
Another minute wait. I could see she was writing a message and then stopping a few times. It seemed like she was thinking about doing something but was unsure about it.
Eventually I get a picture in my inbox. Her legs spread with a dildo buried deep in her pussy and small bullet vibe on her clit. I was rock hard instantly.
"Good girl" I replied. She didn’t say anything for the rest of the day.
I wake up in the morning to a message from her. "Do you have snapchat?" I reply with my snapchat name and she messages me through the app saying she wants to talk. I tell her I’m busy and to talk later.
At lunch she messages me asking if I’m free. I tell her I’m busy.
A few hours later she messages me again. Busy.
It’s pm and she asks again "you’re a busy guy, free to chat now?" I reply with "I will message you when I’m free".
I wasn’t busy at all that day. I just wanted to make her squirm.
The next day at pm I send her a facebook message telling her I was free to chat for a bit. She told me she was in class. I said that I didn’t have time and if she wanted to talk it would have to be now. She then asks me, out of nowhere:
"Are you a dom?"
"Yes"
"How many girls have you dommed"
"Every girl I’ve been with, Vanilla sex bores me"
"What kind of things do you like to do?"
"No judging?"
"I won’t".
I tell her all about my dom fantasies. How I’ve had to hold back with every girl I’ve slept with because I wasn’t sure if they could handle it. I told her about how I like to choke girls until they pass out, how I like to leave bruises in places their friends and family could see, how I love cumming in girls and then getting up and leaving them on the bed flustered while I get dressed and go to class without uttering a word to them.
I told her how I like rape play. How I like grabbing girls and fucking them while they cry unless they utter the safe word. I told her how I want to fuck a girl while her boyfriend is in the other room oblivious, or even better, watching. I told her how I want to fuck a girls boyfriend while she watches and utterly humiliate him, and then take her from him right after. I told her how I would love to own a little slut and make her fuck my friends and give me head whenever I demand it, and she’s not allowed to question it.
"Wow", she says "I’m so wet".
"You still in class?" I ask her. She tells me yes.
"Touch yourself"
She tells me she’s doing it and trying to be discreet because she doesn’t want her teacher to catch her. I tell her she’s a good little slut and she has my permission to go to the bathroom and make herself cum. She messages me a picture of her boobs in the bathroom minutes later but I ignore her.
In the evening I message her "When do you get off school tomorrow?" She says ":". I message her the closest train station to my university dorms.
"Be there at :, the safe word is Circle". She simply replies with "ok"
I clean my room the next morning, shower, shave my pubes and get dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. I put on some cologne as well. I head down to the station at the agreed time and watch her train come in. She goes through the barriers and spots me, flashing a cute smile. She’s wearing a frilly skirt with a blue and white stripey crop top, hair loosely curled and tumbling down to her shoulders, she looks better than when I first saw her. She’s cute, I won’t deny that, the best friend’s sister kind of cute, the kind that you wouldn’t imagine could take your whole dick down her throat.
We say hello, she seems incredibly nervous. I lift her chin up to my face and give her a quick kiss on the lips while looking her in the eye. Then I grab her hand and squeeze it while leading her to my dorms.
The dorms I live in are really nice but very expensive, perfect when you’re trying to impress a girl. I could tell she was amazed by the old architecture and felt small compared to everything around her, she was nervous and shaking. I took her to the kitchen and asked her if she was okay, she told me she needed a cigarette to calm herself down, so we went outside on the bench and she smoked while I played on my phone and ignored her. When she was done I asked her if she wanted to hang out in the kitchen for a bit to gather herself, and with unexpected confidence she looked me in the eye and said "no, let’s go to your room, that’s what I’m here for after all". Then she sprang away towards the door.
Once we were inside I went in and started putting away my wallet and keys while she stood there awkwardly looking around.
"What are you doing just standing there?" I say, "on your knees and open your mouth".
And with a coy smile she puts down her bag, and gets on her knees.
LOCKE
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