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So, new person here, I'm writing this story because I recently told it to a new boyfriend of mine and he said that you guys might enjoy it. He said there's not a lot of judgement here, and I don't really care. I like it, and he liked it too, so we hope you do too.
For lack of a better word, when I was in high school I was kind of a huge whore, especially in my last two years. It's one of those weird things I found myself in and I can't really point out at what point I became this slut, but I came to the full conclusion of it one day when I was sucking some freshman's cock while his father watched while jerking himself off. I'm not depressed or fucked up or anything, I just don't know why but I'm just a horny slut that couldn't keep anything in her pants. I got good grades, had friends, no abuse in my childhood, just.. yeah. To give you an idea, I wore clothes that probably should have gotten me kicked out of school or at least given a detention, but aside from a flew slaps on the wrist I didn't get any punishment. At times I wore skintight shirts with no bra, and I wore see-through stuff all the time. Tanktop with too much cleavage, dresses that flashed everyone all the time, I'm sure I got away with it because the male teachers didn't wanna put a stop to it either. I sucked and fucked all the time and had a lot, a lot of adventures. I found myself being the "pass-around girl" for a group of guys (who I considered my friends at the time, but I don't really keep up with them anymore), and it evolved to us making ourselves into a "Psychology Club" at school and just met in an empty class after school so that I could have somewhere to give blowjobs to all of them after school.
I've kinda gotten over the shameless cumslut role now, so it's a little crazy to think about all the stuff I've done. It feels like a second person, honestly.
Those are all stories for another day, I guess, because this is my favorite story, the one that I have the most wet dreams about. It was in my last year of high school. Around that time I was pretty much where I am now physically; 34B cups, shoulder length brunette. I wasn't anorexically skinny, but I wasn't fat by any means either. I played basketball for my first two years, so I was pretty fit.
Economics class, third period, was just starting when he walked into the room. He looked to be in his early 20s, super well built with a sharp face. He had one of those eyes that seemed squinty all the time. He was probably 6'1 or so. I felt that electric tinge between my legs as soon as I saw him. I wanted viv thomas hd to rub my pussy right then and there. He introduced himself as "Mr. Cole" and as a new assistant that was here on an internship program from the nearby college. I don't even remember what he said aside from the fact that he was going to be there every Tuesday and Thursday from then on for nine weeks, because I knew right then I had nine weeks to have him.
I started off slow, staying after the class bell had rung to talk to him. I didn't mind missing half my lunch period. At first it was with lame questions I had thought of, but after a while I would just go and talk to him, sometimes for so long that the Econ teacher would just have me staple papers and stuff to justify me being there. I got to know him a lot, and he with me as well. From about the third or fourth time staying to talk to him, I started to hug him every time I left the room. At first he resisted, and I could feel the tension, but I just told him I was being friendly and I do it all the time.
All this time I wore the skimpiest outfits I could for Tuesdays and Thursdays. I only wore bras if they could be seen through the shirts, and I wore either the tightest yoga pants I could find, or the shortest denim shorts with no panties that gave that unmistakeable outline of my pussy and ass crack noticeable to him. A couple of times I wore dresses and intentionally flashed my panties at him multiple times, wondering if he would say anything. He did, once, coughing and saying "Uh, Ashleigh, you might wanna close your legs" to which I teased "No, I don't" but doing so anyway because the Econ teacher threw me a dirty look.
I knew he had to be noticing me, though. It was SO easy to see that he was peeking in my skirt, or down my tanktop. I think he was holding himself back at first, but as I got more and more daring he would be more open about his looks. And every time I caught him looking, I'd either wink or give him the "Just come and fuck me" face, and he would turn away. The whole experience turned me on so much. I knew this was breaking all of the rules which made it that much more exciting. One day, as I hugged him to leave, he reached around and cupped my ass, immediately apologizing with a "Whoops, sorry about that". But I knew he wasn't sorry, and I knew he did it on purpose. Perfect, I thought.
About a week before he left, I was talking to him in the room when he asked me if it was all right with me if he asked me some "extra questions". My heart skipped a beat, and I think he could see my nipples harden through my shirt. I remember what I was wearing that day, a light blue shirt that was a size too small for myself, no bra, and white yoga shorts with blue panties. I told him of course he could. He said he'd like to do it in the teacher's lounge so as to not disturb our Econ teacher, so I agreed and followed him to the teacher's lounge. He greeted some of the teachers there, grabbed his bag from the corner, and took me into a conference room.
The tension was incredible. This was different than other guys I had seduced in the past. Usually, I know they want it, or they know I want it, and we would just kinda find ourself fucking or sucking. But that time with Cole, it was both of us finally realizing that this may be the time for things to happen. I was a little afraid to make the first move, because I was scared he was actually just here to ask me more questions (or he was gay).
"You can make yourself comfortable," he said, so I sat on top of the conference table. He took a seat a few seats down from where I sat, took out a piece of paper, and started asking me some questions. It was about the curriculum, the workload, etc. One was about how I felt about him. I replied I thought he was a great guy and gushed a little. He gave me a look, then, and I gave him my best "Yes, please, for the love of all that is holy, just fuck me right now." He was pacing around the room at this point, and I noticed that he locked the door. I smiled at him and started walking towards him.
"I still have a question, Ashleigh," he said, getting closer. My heart was racing. He grabbed me by the hips and sat me down on the desk again. I let out a small moan as he picked me up, right into his ear. He stood right in front of me, my legs a little spread and him standing in between them, looking down at me.
"My question is, I wanna know what that pussy feels like." At that moment, he thrust his hand into my shorts, under my underwear, and slammed his index finger into my pussy. It slid in with no resistance, my pussy soaking wet from the past 15 minutes. I let out a small yelp but he shushed me, looking at the door. He took a second to pull down my pants and panties. He pumped his finger in and out of my pussy almost angrily, soon moving on to moving his middle finger in as well. It was like he was mad at me, and I guess I understood.. I did just torment him for a couple weeks. I collapsed into his body as each slam of his finger sent a jolt of electricity through me. "God, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy," I kept repeating in his ear. Each time I said it, I felt like he hit me harder. I pulled his hand out of my cunt and sucked it clean.
"Fuck, you're dirty," he said. "You don't even know," I replied. He put his fingers back inside of me, and I begged him to finger fuck my pussy, my dirty fuck hole, punish me for being a slut. viv thomas unfaithful He went in hard and fast, the wet noises obviously at this point not being stopped by a locked door. In hindsight, I hope nobody heard. It felt amazing. I felt an orgasm start coming, but he got tired and slowed down.
I hopped off the desk, got on my knees, and before I could even get to it he was pulling his belt off and his pants down. I pulled his boxers down and, almost without even looking at it, thrust his perfect shaved cock in my mouth. I pushed it in my throat immediately, feeling all seven or so inches of him penetrate my mouth. I held myself, my nose smashing against his body, as long as I could. I pulled out, spat on his cock, my hands, and started jerking him off almost as hard as he was fingering me. As I switched back and forth between sucking and jerking him off, he got bolder with what he was saying. "You dress like a fucking slut, I knew you were one." "God you're a dirty fucking whore." "You fuck everyone in the school?" I loved it all. I was no longer myself, some weird possessed self that just lived to pleasure this man. He spat on my face and I used his cock to lather it on my face.
As I was sucking him off, he suddenly bucked and shot a load right into my mouth. He motioned to pull out of my mouth but I forced myself in, making his cock shoot his hot jizz right in my throat. It felt good. It was delicious. I swallowed it all and kept sucking him, tantalizing his head with my tongue. He was breathing hard, moaning a little even, and as I kept sucking him off he let out a little grunt, forced himself out of my mouth, and slapped my face. "Fuck, bitch, I was done," he said. I said a mock apology.
I wanted him to fuck me there, but it was clear he was beat. I wanted to say something more to him but he just pulled up his pants, immediately gathered his stuff, and marched out of the room. I got myself together and went to lunch.
After that, he wouldn't make eye contact with me even at class. He would leave the class immediately after the period was over, and that was the last I saw of him. Oh well.
I hope you guys liked it!
suuushii
For lack of a better word, when I was in high school I was kind of a huge whore, especially in my last two years. It's one of those weird things I found myself in and I can't really point out at what point I became this slut, but I came to the full conclusion of it one day when I was sucking some freshman's cock while his father watched while jerking himself off. I'm not depressed or fucked up or anything, I just don't know why but I'm just a horny slut that couldn't keep anything in her pants. I got good grades, had friends, no abuse in my childhood, just.. yeah. To give you an idea, I wore clothes that probably should have gotten me kicked out of school or at least given a detention, but aside from a flew slaps on the wrist I didn't get any punishment. At times I wore skintight shirts with no bra, and I wore see-through stuff all the time. Tanktop with too much cleavage, dresses that flashed everyone all the time, I'm sure I got away with it because the male teachers didn't wanna put a stop to it either. I sucked and fucked all the time and had a lot, a lot of adventures. I found myself being the "pass-around girl" for a group of guys (who I considered my friends at the time, but I don't really keep up with them anymore), and it evolved to us making ourselves into a "Psychology Club" at school and just met in an empty class after school so that I could have somewhere to give blowjobs to all of them after school.
I've kinda gotten over the shameless cumslut role now, so it's a little crazy to think about all the stuff I've done. It feels like a second person, honestly.
Those are all stories for another day, I guess, because this is my favorite story, the one that I have the most wet dreams about. It was in my last year of high school. Around that time I was pretty much where I am now physically; 34B cups, shoulder length brunette. I wasn't anorexically skinny, but I wasn't fat by any means either. I played basketball for my first two years, so I was pretty fit.
Economics class, third period, was just starting when he walked into the room. He looked to be in his early 20s, super well built with a sharp face. He had one of those eyes that seemed squinty all the time. He was probably 6'1 or so. I felt that electric tinge between my legs as soon as I saw him. I wanted viv thomas hd to rub my pussy right then and there. He introduced himself as "Mr. Cole" and as a new assistant that was here on an internship program from the nearby college. I don't even remember what he said aside from the fact that he was going to be there every Tuesday and Thursday from then on for nine weeks, because I knew right then I had nine weeks to have him.
I started off slow, staying after the class bell had rung to talk to him. I didn't mind missing half my lunch period. At first it was with lame questions I had thought of, but after a while I would just go and talk to him, sometimes for so long that the Econ teacher would just have me staple papers and stuff to justify me being there. I got to know him a lot, and he with me as well. From about the third or fourth time staying to talk to him, I started to hug him every time I left the room. At first he resisted, and I could feel the tension, but I just told him I was being friendly and I do it all the time.
All this time I wore the skimpiest outfits I could for Tuesdays and Thursdays. I only wore bras if they could be seen through the shirts, and I wore either the tightest yoga pants I could find, or the shortest denim shorts with no panties that gave that unmistakeable outline of my pussy and ass crack noticeable to him. A couple of times I wore dresses and intentionally flashed my panties at him multiple times, wondering if he would say anything. He did, once, coughing and saying "Uh, Ashleigh, you might wanna close your legs" to which I teased "No, I don't" but doing so anyway because the Econ teacher threw me a dirty look.
I knew he had to be noticing me, though. It was SO easy to see that he was peeking in my skirt, or down my tanktop. I think he was holding himself back at first, but as I got more and more daring he would be more open about his looks. And every time I caught him looking, I'd either wink or give him the "Just come and fuck me" face, and he would turn away. The whole experience turned me on so much. I knew this was breaking all of the rules which made it that much more exciting. One day, as I hugged him to leave, he reached around and cupped my ass, immediately apologizing with a "Whoops, sorry about that". But I knew he wasn't sorry, and I knew he did it on purpose. Perfect, I thought.
About a week before he left, I was talking to him in the room when he asked me if it was all right with me if he asked me some "extra questions". My heart skipped a beat, and I think he could see my nipples harden through my shirt. I remember what I was wearing that day, a light blue shirt that was a size too small for myself, no bra, and white yoga shorts with blue panties. I told him of course he could. He said he'd like to do it in the teacher's lounge so as to not disturb our Econ teacher, so I agreed and followed him to the teacher's lounge. He greeted some of the teachers there, grabbed his bag from the corner, and took me into a conference room.
The tension was incredible. This was different than other guys I had seduced in the past. Usually, I know they want it, or they know I want it, and we would just kinda find ourself fucking or sucking. But that time with Cole, it was both of us finally realizing that this may be the time for things to happen. I was a little afraid to make the first move, because I was scared he was actually just here to ask me more questions (or he was gay).
"You can make yourself comfortable," he said, so I sat on top of the conference table. He took a seat a few seats down from where I sat, took out a piece of paper, and started asking me some questions. It was about the curriculum, the workload, etc. One was about how I felt about him. I replied I thought he was a great guy and gushed a little. He gave me a look, then, and I gave him my best "Yes, please, for the love of all that is holy, just fuck me right now." He was pacing around the room at this point, and I noticed that he locked the door. I smiled at him and started walking towards him.
"I still have a question, Ashleigh," he said, getting closer. My heart was racing. He grabbed me by the hips and sat me down on the desk again. I let out a small moan as he picked me up, right into his ear. He stood right in front of me, my legs a little spread and him standing in between them, looking down at me.
"My question is, I wanna know what that pussy feels like." At that moment, he thrust his hand into my shorts, under my underwear, and slammed his index finger into my pussy. It slid in with no resistance, my pussy soaking wet from the past 15 minutes. I let out a small yelp but he shushed me, looking at the door. He took a second to pull down my pants and panties. He pumped his finger in and out of my pussy almost angrily, soon moving on to moving his middle finger in as well. It was like he was mad at me, and I guess I understood.. I did just torment him for a couple weeks. I collapsed into his body as each slam of his finger sent a jolt of electricity through me. "God, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy," I kept repeating in his ear. Each time I said it, I felt like he hit me harder. I pulled his hand out of my cunt and sucked it clean.
"Fuck, you're dirty," he said. "You don't even know," I replied. He put his fingers back inside of me, and I begged him to finger fuck my pussy, my dirty fuck hole, punish me for being a slut. viv thomas unfaithful He went in hard and fast, the wet noises obviously at this point not being stopped by a locked door. In hindsight, I hope nobody heard. It felt amazing. I felt an orgasm start coming, but he got tired and slowed down.
I hopped off the desk, got on my knees, and before I could even get to it he was pulling his belt off and his pants down. I pulled his boxers down and, almost without even looking at it, thrust his perfect shaved cock in my mouth. I pushed it in my throat immediately, feeling all seven or so inches of him penetrate my mouth. I held myself, my nose smashing against his body, as long as I could. I pulled out, spat on his cock, my hands, and started jerking him off almost as hard as he was fingering me. As I switched back and forth between sucking and jerking him off, he got bolder with what he was saying. "You dress like a fucking slut, I knew you were one." "God you're a dirty fucking whore." "You fuck everyone in the school?" I loved it all. I was no longer myself, some weird possessed self that just lived to pleasure this man. He spat on my face and I used his cock to lather it on my face.
As I was sucking him off, he suddenly bucked and shot a load right into my mouth. He motioned to pull out of my mouth but I forced myself in, making his cock shoot his hot jizz right in my throat. It felt good. It was delicious. I swallowed it all and kept sucking him, tantalizing his head with my tongue. He was breathing hard, moaning a little even, and as I kept sucking him off he let out a little grunt, forced himself out of my mouth, and slapped my face. "Fuck, bitch, I was done," he said. I said a mock apology.
I wanted him to fuck me there, but it was clear he was beat. I wanted to say something more to him but he just pulled up his pants, immediately gathered his stuff, and marched out of the room. I got myself together and went to lunch.
After that, he wouldn't make eye contact with me even at class. He would leave the class immediately after the period was over, and that was the last I saw of him. Oh well.
I hope you guys liked it!
suuushii
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