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There was a slight ache between my legs as I lounged in my dorm room thinking about my encounter two weeks ago. I had seduced a total stranger named Ben and promised to meet him again for another 'study' session but never showed up for round two.
Meeting Ben in that study room hadn't been a planned event; sex with Ben had been more of a brash, impulsive spontaneous thing initiated by me. Now, the part of me that had always demanded abstinence and purity was infuriated, though, the warm tingle and wetness I felt from just the thought of what Ben and I had done in that study room was far more dominant.
I had meant it when I said I was going to help Ben study, but decided against it at the last minute because my erotic thoughts, physical needs, guilt and pious moral conscience made it difficult for me to step foot in the library and be alone with him, just the two of us in a small study room.
Still, I could not deny what I was thinking, or my calculated actions to ease my needs. It was as if I was a woman possessed. I had never done anything like that before. Yet I entered the library, met Ben in the study room, and rather than help him study, I let him have me. More to the point, I had him.
I hadn’t seen or heard from Ben since that experience. Perhaps the best thing for both of us would be to leave Ben to wonder what had happened to good, sweet, innocent Jean, the woman who was going to help him with his studies.
Finals were mostly over and the majority of the students had already left for summer vacation. The dorms and common areas were nearly empty, only a few exceptional students were left cramming for an exam or packing to leave.
Pulling on my black yoga pants and a tank top, I took a long look in the mirror. I had a bit of an exotic look with almond shaped eyes and dark straight hair long enough to reach my waist. I wasn’t perfect but I went to the gym often, and considered myself reasonably good looking. My body was on the curvier end of things; my Latina heritage gave me full hips and breasts. I sighed, remembering the silly times when I had wanted to be just like all the other girls.
I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, picked up the load of laundry I needed to wash, and headed to the laundry room in the basement of the dormitory.
Entering the laundry room, I tried to turn on the lights but sighed in frustration when the room remained cast in darkness. Thousands of dollars in tuition and yet the school couldn’t even replace a damn light bulb?
Despite the dim lighting and dark room, I still needed to get my laundry done. Muttering to myself about the inconvenience, I went to work, sorting through the colors and separating the loads. I emptied the detergent and fabric softener into the right machine slots and turned on the washer. Just then I heard the steps of another person entering the room.
“Jean, how nice to see you,” a voice whispered behind me.
Every syllable, every word was pronounced and enunciated with clarity and sarcasm.
I froze. I knew the voice. The rush of blood in my veins stopped for a single moment.
It was Ben.
“It’s nice to see you too,” I said, continuing with my work.
I didn’t dare turn and look at him. My heart thumped against my chest, and I hoped that my slightly quivering voice didn’t reveal my sudden unease.
Then I felt it again, that feeling of possession, compulsion, desire. The urge to physically connect with his body, to hurt and sink my teeth and nails into his being. I could not deny what I was thinking, and turned to look at him.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"I was just doing laundry," he said, smirking before reaching into the laundry basket and pulling out some jeans.
They were tattered and had the same hue as the jeans he had worn the very same day that I taught him a bit in human sexuality.
“I think you forgot to add these to the load,” Ben said, tossing some panties at me.
They were the panties I had left in the study room. I caught the panties in the air as we gazed at each other. For a fleeting moment, a strong, undeniable tremble of desire swept through my being.
“How thoughtful of you…” I began.
I tried to be sarcastic, but my voice was too sultry. A need, an urge to do something wild had returned. The primal, carnal part of my being surfaced.
Lust is a deadly sin; and I am a guilty sinner.
I turned my back and tried to pull myself together. I tried to tell myself to be good and not to give into the sweet temptation that stood only inches away from me. My pulse pounded in my ears, goose bumps raced up my spine.
I could feel Ben’s eyes on me, boring into me with a predatory look. His anger was palpable. I was sure I had bruised his male ego to quite an extent and had given him a raging hard on for days.
His eyes were dark with his pupils dilated and his steady calculated gaze reminded me of a hungry lion salivating over a lamb. My eyes flicked towards his left fist that remained clenched onto his jeans. All the while, his mouth parted slightly and his eyes outlined every curve. Licking his lips, he looked me in the eyes.
There was only silence for a while before he spoke with venom in his voice.
“So much for helping me study.”
I felt a small tremble of guilt for not showing up when I said I would.
“What happened in the study room was a mistake,” I said weakly, trying not to look directly at him.
I knew it wasn’t a mistake. It had been my pent up sexuality taking control and wanting him. It was me wanting Ben, having him, taking him, for some stupid damn undeniable, incomprehensible reason.
“I disagree,” he said, as he walked towards me, closing the distance between us.
The dim light of the laundry room made his gaze more feral and lustful. The dampness between my thighs spread and my resistance to his suddenly, magnetic pull began to rapidly fade. How could this happen? How could he be doing this? I was the seducer. I was the aggressor. Not Ben.
“You were the one who started things," he said, staring at me.
His face hovered above mine. My eyes flicked towards his lips, just for a moment, before I regained some composure.
'No, I shouldn’t do this.' I thought, but the wanton desires inside my body were growing, were taking over, and soon could not be denied.
Why this need? Why did I want to get fucked by this guy so bad?
“Yes, but I also ended things,” I said with feigned confidence.
Did he sense my nervousness? Could he smell how wet he made me?
It was unnatural how much I wanted him in that study room, how much I still wanted him. I wanted him far more than I could get myself to admit. And, there was a part of me that was still horrified that I had purposely seduced and got my brains fucked out by a complete stranger.
That was the real reason I couldn’t bear to bring myself to see him the day after.
I stepped back, breaking away from his spell, fighting against myself despite knowing that this was a losing battle. I tried to continue with my laundry and turned my back to him. I leaned forward, against the washing machine feeling the hum and vibrations throughout my body.
“I’ll tell people how much of a slut you are,” Ben growled, pressing himself behind me, pushing me harder up against the laundry machine.
“Are you trying to blackmail me?” I hissed, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants that was throbbing into my backside.
“I prefer the term persuade,” he whispered.
I bit my tongue, my eyes narrowing, at the childish thing he was trying to do.
“So let me get this straight, you will tell people how much of a slut I am or else,” I mockingly said, raising my eyebrow.
There was a rippling undercurrent of anger underneath each of my words.
My long straight black hair had become undone and was fanning over my face as I remain pinned to the humming machine.
“No girl just fucks some guy she just met,” he replied.
His voice was steady and strong, and laced with vengeance and a hint of contempt.
“It will be your word against mine. People won’t believe you. For god’s sake! People still think I’m a virgin,” I argued, throwing my head back and smacking it into his.
The head contact reverberated across the dimly lit room in time with Ben’s yelp of surprise.
I managed to wiggle out of his grasp, but he quickly flipped me around, placing me flat on my back on the laundry machine.
I looked up at him, breathing hard, my wrists pinned to my sides. Ben’s thigh etched itself between my legs creating an aching, undeniable throb inside my groin. My hard nipples poked through the thin material of my top. We were both breathing heavily.
Ben’s face was in a snarl, inches from mine. It should have been scary and intimidating, but it didn’t affect what I was feeling.
I couldn’t suppress it. I couldn’t hide it any longer. I wanted him. I needed him. All he had to do was persuade me and here I was, panting like a cat in heat. The tension, the fight, the hot blood, the raw power in his eyes turned me on like crazy.
I bit my bottom lip, grazing my teeth across, before licking it provocatively. His eyes darkened and followed every movement, tracing the heated path left behind.
“Why did you do that?” he growled, leaning forward, his face inches from mine.
“Do what?” I asked with feigned innocence.
“Don’t play with me. I asked around about you. I thought you were a college slut that had needed a good fucking. The only problem was you didn’t quite fit the description,” he hissed, his face millimeters away from mine.
With each word his chest brushed against mine, sending shivers of pleasure through my nipples and breasts.
I was possessed with desire. The desire to trace my tongue all over, and into each and every crevice he had to offer. The desire to have my aching pussy filled with cock; his cock. The presence lodged between my legs reminded me that he was just as horny as I was. He had put me under his spell, and now I wanted to put him under mine.
Slowly, I dragged the tips of my feet along his legs before wrapping them around his waist.
My eyes were on his, daring him to not look away. Our groins ground together and a small moan escaped my lips before I bit them.
Somehow my fingers were tangled in his hair. His heavy breathing was mixed with mine. There was only the distant hum of the machine underneath me.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" I asked, giving him a dirty little smile.
The racketing machine only helped to grind his erection harder against my heated pussy.
Ben's thick fingers wrapped themselves around my long locks, craning my neck and exposing my unsteady pulse. Slowly, he licked my neck with a single broad stroke, tasting my flesh before sucking on it hard.
“Ooohhh.”
The small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“Tell me what you want,” Ben snarled, rubbing his manhood hard against my groin.
A small giggle escaped my lips and the fire in his eyes flared once again. It only made me want to tease him more. This was what I wanted: raw, rough and angry sex.
“Is this what you want?”
He punctuated each word with added hip thrusts, sending tremors of pleasure through my body, and fire in my veins.
I threw my head back and moaned, biting my lips, refusing to answer him. I shook my head and giggled again, just to mock him.
The ricochet of the laundry machine involuntarily added more delicious contact as it switched gears into the spin cycle.
“Ooohhh.”
Suddenly Ben stopped and stepped away, separating our bodies. I couldn’t let that happen, I wanted his cock too much.
“Fuck me, Ben.”
The words escaped my lips before I could even comprehend them.
“No.”
“I want your cock inside my pussy.”
It was both a statement of need, and a plea.
I lost all inhibitions and tried to pull him closer. Without waiting for a response, I pulled his shirt off, frantically.
“Fuck, you’re playing mind games with me,” Ben barked.
His lips were begging me to bite them as my fingers threaded themselves through his hair.
I pulled on his hair hard, making our lips collide in a whirlwind. My tongue probed his before his melted into mine, and we tasted each other in our sexual surrender.
My fingernails dug into his flesh, scratching and embedding themselves into his back. Our lips only paused for a moment before they smashed against each other once again.
Ben’s rough large hands fondled my breasts, groping them violently and making me moan in both pain and pleasure.
My tongue outlined the trace of his jaw and proceeded down his neck and collarbone, nipping at his flesh before kissing away the burn.
Ben’s sharp intake of breath sent shivers down my spine. The deep chemical concoction of the pheromones we both released were taking effect.
In a flurry, the rest of our clothes were discarded. My fingernails dragged themselves across his hip bones and pulled down his jeans before he kicked them off.
Instantly, my warm fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft as Ben’s mouth descended onto my nipples, biting them harshly.
“Ughhhh.”
The small sound escaped my lips, making Ben bite my nipples harder. His tongue swirled around the bruised nipple, while he roughly pinched my other nipple. The pleasure was too much and I felt my knees go weak.
Every fiber in my being was on fire. Planting my free hand on his chest, I gave him a harsh push against the uneven counter behind him.
“What the-” he started to say, taken by surprise.
My mouth collided with his again. His tongue darted against mine, spearing with mine in a fight for dominance. I captured his tongue and bit on it.
He flipped me around, pinning me to the laundry machine as he kissed and bit down my neck to my shoulders. Rough jeans scraped against my back as Ben quickly pulled down my yoga pants and panties.
Our deep rooted sexual hunger resurfaced. Calloused fingers grazed across my inner thighs while I reached behind, grabbing his cock, the soft mesh of my thumb running over the head of his cock. Our lips did not stop tasting and battling. The tip of a finger brushed my inner lips and my knees buckled in response.
Ben pulled on my hair and made my body contort. Hissing, I struggled as he slammed me into the laundry machine. I was bent over with my swollen, bare, wet pussy exposed for his taking.
“Motherfucker!” I shouted, trying to get up before being slammed back onto the laundry machine again. A large hand rested on my back, pressing my breasts against the smooth, cold surface.
For a brief moment, my slit was opened as he held and pointed his cock at my entrance. My breath hitched as I waited for that first delicious thrust.
Slowly, he ran his cockhead between my slippery wet lips, rubbing my clit instead of entering my aching hole.
The asshole was teasing me!
I arched my head back and manage to get out of his grasp for a moment. Violently, I pulled his face closer to mine.
I needed his cock now.
“Come on big boy, try and make this slut cum all over your cock,” I snarled the words, mocking him.
Something flashed across his eyes, and in a single quick, mighty thrust, he impaled me on the machine. My pussy lips formed a giant O at the sudden intrusion. The head of his cock rested against my cervix for a moment, before he leisurely moved in and out again and again. His strokes were slow, dragging my silk-like vice against his shaft. It was as if he was trying to mock me.
It was delicious but it wasn't what I wanted; wasn't what I needed; wasn't what I craved.
My fingers curled into his dark locks, pulling his face closer to mine.
“Fuck me, you bastard. Be a man. Give it to me. Make me scream.”
Shock registered on his face for only a moment before his manhood slipped out of me and he raised my hips. Quickly he thrust into me and held his cock deep inside of me. Without time to adjust, my fingers scrambled for the edge of the laundry machine, revelling in the delicious needed viscous friction.
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Ben’s palm descended onto my soft ass cheeks, sending delicious tremors through my body. Not stopping, he continued to swat my reddened ass cheeks in time with his violent thrusts.
“Ooohhhh,” I moaned loudly.
My pussy throbbed around his hard shaft as my hips and pussy met his every thrust.
Spank!
Ben violently yanked on my hair, making my back arch. He fucked me harder, pounding more and more into me .
“Is this what you want, slut?” he said, enunciating each word, and drilling his male tool into me.
It was what I needed and craved. I wanted to be mercilessly fucked, and here I was, getting rammed so hard with a beautiful cock that I could barely breathe.
Anybody could walk into the room and see what we were doing, but I didn't care. Ben didn't seem to care either. He just kept slamming his throbbing member into me, fast and furious, splitting me open.
I loved it.
Ben’s hand rubbed my clit callously, pinching and massaging it, making it hurt, pushing me to the threshold.
“Yesssss…” I hissed in both pain and pleasure.
It was too much. His fingers ruthlessly rubbing my clit, his cock slamming into my tight pussy, the pleasurable ache I felt with each thrust of his hard shaft, and his hurting my nipples, all combined to bring me to the edge. To scream for release.
“Take it. Take it!” Ben snarled.
His hand and fingers were wrapped around my neck constricting my air intake slightly, but not enough to be dangerous.
“This is what you want,” he yelled, “Scream all you want, I don’t care.”
“Ben!” I cried out, the guttural scream coming from deep inside my gut.
“You’re mine now. Cum for me. I want your cum all over my cock!”
His cock strokes slowed down, but his thumb did not stop rubbing my clit and did not stop making the swollen orb hurt.
Ben dragged out the pleasure and my need to cum. The tension built, my legs quivered, my toes curled, the muscles in my thighs sung with pain, and my pussy pulsed and contracted.
The pleasure was overwhelming as Ben tortured me, not yet, allowing me the release I craved.
“Give it to me. Cum for me.”
“Uunnghhhhh!”
My body convulsed powerfully around him in spasms that were beyond my control. My legs locked around his waist so tightly that his thrusting into my love-hole became shorter. My nails dug into his shoulders as I threw my head back, and arched my back.
Addictive ecstasy coursed through my veins as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Crash!
“Jean, what the-” Antonio gawked, a laundry basket at his feet.
He had dropped it in shock, as he stood only a few feet away from us.
Antonio was a shy, gawky first year undergraduate student. Without many friends, I was one of the few people he connected with. We would often play XBox together on the weekends. I knew he wanted more than that but I had always seen him as just a little brother.
“Antonio,” I gasped, unsure of how to respond as Ben continued to thrust himself into me.
“Fuck... ughhhhh,” I moaned.
Ben’s throbbing cock was overpowering any coherent thoughts and driving out every breath inside of me. It just felt so fucking good.
Spank!
“Ben!”
God, the bastard didn’t care. He didn’t care that someone was watching us fuck like dirty animals.
My eyes met with Antonio’s. His eyes were wide and bulging, staring at how my breasts swayed with each rough thrust that Ben delivered.
I couldn't help but watch the growing tent in Antonio's trousers.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Ben’s heavy palm slapped my breasts repeatedly. His other free hand pulled on my hair hard, yanking it back for leverage to fuck me harder. There was also a large slap of his flesh colliding against mine with each thrust.
“Yeah, you freaking dirty cumslut. Tell me you love my fucking cock. Right here in front of this loser,” Ben snarled, slamming me straight down against the machine.
“Say it!” he demanded, screwing me in earnest, almost like I was a moaning and twitching rag doll.
“I love your fucking cock,” I screamed.
My legs were shaking and sweat was rolling down between our bodies as his cock mercilessly drilled into me. Antonio continued to watch us with his erection begging to be let loose from the confines of his jeans.
“Beg for it. I want to hear you beg for it!” Ben yelled into my ear, pulling on my hair again.
“Agghhhh... Please Ben!”
“That’s not good enough!”
Spank!
“Please Ben! I want your fucking cock inside my pussy!” I begged, feeling the rush of another impending orgasm.
My whole body was shaking uncontrollably and my insides were turning. Every sinew and ligament in my muscles was clenching. All I cared about was having his delicious cock deep inside of me.
"CUM!"
His command made my eyes roll to the back of my head as my orgasm pulled me under.
"Ben!" I shouted, as I shattered around him.
There was no control over how every muscle twitched and clenched within my body. Hot ecstasy burned in my veins.
“Oohh, you cock loving whore!” Ben managed to scream before coming inside me.
Even as my body continued to spasm, I felt every spurt of his hot seed coat my cunt walls.
Ben’s teeth sunk into my shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, as his cock twitched inside me, still dribbling cum. He collapsed onto me, holding me tight against him. Our breathing was loud and ragged, echoing off the walls of the damp room.
Weakly, I opened my eyes and watched as Antonio rushed out with his laundry basket in his hands. I couldn't help but notice the wet cum stains on the front side of his jeans. The truth was, I liked knowing Antonio came so quickly he couldn't get his cock out in time to jerk off.
All was quiet and calm, except for the laundry machine still humming underneath me. Soon, the cool air of the basement room swept across our sweat covered bodies, making each of us shiver.
The laundry machine finally came to a stop, beeping it's signal for the end. My body was resigned to holding his weight and we both lay on the machine, enjoying the afterglow of our primal needs.
I became acutely aware of the soreness and ache in my muscles and pussy.
My fingertips outlined the scratches I left on Ben’s back and shoulders, and I smiled. There were noticeable bruises on his neck as well. I smirked, knowing that I made those bruises and that they would definitely be there for a while to remind him of me.
Ben caressed my ass and I shuddered at the small sting he evoked. The soft flesh of my ass cheek was still red and throbbing. He stared at the bite mark he left behind on my shoulder, but didn’t say anything. He chuckled before lightly spanking the tender flesh of my ass again.
“You ass!” I yelped at the slap to my tender flesh.
He chuckled again and slowly rubbed my bum as a small trail of his cum leaked out of my slit and trailed down the inside of my thigh.
This wasn’t the end of it, of course.
Meeting Ben in that study room hadn't been a planned event; sex with Ben had been more of a brash, impulsive spontaneous thing initiated by me. Now, the part of me that had always demanded abstinence and purity was infuriated, though, the warm tingle and wetness I felt from just the thought of what Ben and I had done in that study room was far more dominant.
I had meant it when I said I was going to help Ben study, but decided against it at the last minute because my erotic thoughts, physical needs, guilt and pious moral conscience made it difficult for me to step foot in the library and be alone with him, just the two of us in a small study room.
Still, I could not deny what I was thinking, or my calculated actions to ease my needs. It was as if I was a woman possessed. I had never done anything like that before. Yet I entered the library, met Ben in the study room, and rather than help him study, I let him have me. More to the point, I had him.
I hadn’t seen or heard from Ben since that experience. Perhaps the best thing for both of us would be to leave Ben to wonder what had happened to good, sweet, innocent Jean, the woman who was going to help him with his studies.
Finals were mostly over and the majority of the students had already left for summer vacation. The dorms and common areas were nearly empty, only a few exceptional students were left cramming for an exam or packing to leave.
Pulling on my black yoga pants and a tank top, I took a long look in the mirror. I had a bit of an exotic look with almond shaped eyes and dark straight hair long enough to reach my waist. I wasn’t perfect but I went to the gym often, and considered myself reasonably good looking. My body was on the curvier end of things; my Latina heritage gave me full hips and breasts. I sighed, remembering the silly times when I had wanted to be just like all the other girls.
I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, picked up the load of laundry I needed to wash, and headed to the laundry room in the basement of the dormitory.
Entering the laundry room, I tried to turn on the lights but sighed in frustration when the room remained cast in darkness. Thousands of dollars in tuition and yet the school couldn’t even replace a damn light bulb?
Despite the dim lighting and dark room, I still needed to get my laundry done. Muttering to myself about the inconvenience, I went to work, sorting through the colors and separating the loads. I emptied the detergent and fabric softener into the right machine slots and turned on the washer. Just then I heard the steps of another person entering the room.
“Jean, how nice to see you,” a voice whispered behind me.
Every syllable, every word was pronounced and enunciated with clarity and sarcasm.
I froze. I knew the voice. The rush of blood in my veins stopped for a single moment.
It was Ben.
“It’s nice to see you too,” I said, continuing with my work.
I didn’t dare turn and look at him. My heart thumped against my chest, and I hoped that my slightly quivering voice didn’t reveal my sudden unease.
Then I felt it again, that feeling of possession, compulsion, desire. The urge to physically connect with his body, to hurt and sink my teeth and nails into his being. I could not deny what I was thinking, and turned to look at him.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"I was just doing laundry," he said, smirking before reaching into the laundry basket and pulling out some jeans.
They were tattered and had the same hue as the jeans he had worn the very same day that I taught him a bit in human sexuality.
“I think you forgot to add these to the load,” Ben said, tossing some panties at me.
They were the panties I had left in the study room. I caught the panties in the air as we gazed at each other. For a fleeting moment, a strong, undeniable tremble of desire swept through my being.
“How thoughtful of you…” I began.
I tried to be sarcastic, but my voice was too sultry. A need, an urge to do something wild had returned. The primal, carnal part of my being surfaced.
Lust is a deadly sin; and I am a guilty sinner.
I turned my back and tried to pull myself together. I tried to tell myself to be good and not to give into the sweet temptation that stood only inches away from me. My pulse pounded in my ears, goose bumps raced up my spine.
I could feel Ben’s eyes on me, boring into me with a predatory look. His anger was palpable. I was sure I had bruised his male ego to quite an extent and had given him a raging hard on for days.
His eyes were dark with his pupils dilated and his steady calculated gaze reminded me of a hungry lion salivating over a lamb. My eyes flicked towards his left fist that remained clenched onto his jeans. All the while, his mouth parted slightly and his eyes outlined every curve. Licking his lips, he looked me in the eyes.
There was only silence for a while before he spoke with venom in his voice.
“So much for helping me study.”
I felt a small tremble of guilt for not showing up when I said I would.
“What happened in the study room was a mistake,” I said weakly, trying not to look directly at him.
I knew it wasn’t a mistake. It had been my pent up sexuality taking control and wanting him. It was me wanting Ben, having him, taking him, for some stupid damn undeniable, incomprehensible reason.
“I disagree,” he said, as he walked towards me, closing the distance between us.
The dim light of the laundry room made his gaze more feral and lustful. The dampness between my thighs spread and my resistance to his suddenly, magnetic pull began to rapidly fade. How could this happen? How could he be doing this? I was the seducer. I was the aggressor. Not Ben.
“You were the one who started things," he said, staring at me.
His face hovered above mine. My eyes flicked towards his lips, just for a moment, before I regained some composure.
'No, I shouldn’t do this.' I thought, but the wanton desires inside my body were growing, were taking over, and soon could not be denied.
Why this need? Why did I want to get fucked by this guy so bad?
“Yes, but I also ended things,” I said with feigned confidence.
Did he sense my nervousness? Could he smell how wet he made me?
It was unnatural how much I wanted him in that study room, how much I still wanted him. I wanted him far more than I could get myself to admit. And, there was a part of me that was still horrified that I had purposely seduced and got my brains fucked out by a complete stranger.
That was the real reason I couldn’t bear to bring myself to see him the day after.
I stepped back, breaking away from his spell, fighting against myself despite knowing that this was a losing battle. I tried to continue with my laundry and turned my back to him. I leaned forward, against the washing machine feeling the hum and vibrations throughout my body.
“I’ll tell people how much of a slut you are,” Ben growled, pressing himself behind me, pushing me harder up against the laundry machine.
“Are you trying to blackmail me?” I hissed, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants that was throbbing into my backside.
“I prefer the term persuade,” he whispered.
I bit my tongue, my eyes narrowing, at the childish thing he was trying to do.
“So let me get this straight, you will tell people how much of a slut I am or else,” I mockingly said, raising my eyebrow.
There was a rippling undercurrent of anger underneath each of my words.
My long straight black hair had become undone and was fanning over my face as I remain pinned to the humming machine.
“No girl just fucks some guy she just met,” he replied.
His voice was steady and strong, and laced with vengeance and a hint of contempt.
“It will be your word against mine. People won’t believe you. For god’s sake! People still think I’m a virgin,” I argued, throwing my head back and smacking it into his.
The head contact reverberated across the dimly lit room in time with Ben’s yelp of surprise.
I managed to wiggle out of his grasp, but he quickly flipped me around, placing me flat on my back on the laundry machine.
I looked up at him, breathing hard, my wrists pinned to my sides. Ben’s thigh etched itself between my legs creating an aching, undeniable throb inside my groin. My hard nipples poked through the thin material of my top. We were both breathing heavily.
Ben’s face was in a snarl, inches from mine. It should have been scary and intimidating, but it didn’t affect what I was feeling.
I couldn’t suppress it. I couldn’t hide it any longer. I wanted him. I needed him. All he had to do was persuade me and here I was, panting like a cat in heat. The tension, the fight, the hot blood, the raw power in his eyes turned me on like crazy.
I bit my bottom lip, grazing my teeth across, before licking it provocatively. His eyes darkened and followed every movement, tracing the heated path left behind.
“Why did you do that?” he growled, leaning forward, his face inches from mine.
“Do what?” I asked with feigned innocence.
“Don’t play with me. I asked around about you. I thought you were a college slut that had needed a good fucking. The only problem was you didn’t quite fit the description,” he hissed, his face millimeters away from mine.
With each word his chest brushed against mine, sending shivers of pleasure through my nipples and breasts.
I was possessed with desire. The desire to trace my tongue all over, and into each and every crevice he had to offer. The desire to have my aching pussy filled with cock; his cock. The presence lodged between my legs reminded me that he was just as horny as I was. He had put me under his spell, and now I wanted to put him under mine.
Slowly, I dragged the tips of my feet along his legs before wrapping them around his waist.
My eyes were on his, daring him to not look away. Our groins ground together and a small moan escaped my lips before I bit them.
Somehow my fingers were tangled in his hair. His heavy breathing was mixed with mine. There was only the distant hum of the machine underneath me.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" I asked, giving him a dirty little smile.
The racketing machine only helped to grind his erection harder against my heated pussy.
Ben's thick fingers wrapped themselves around my long locks, craning my neck and exposing my unsteady pulse. Slowly, he licked my neck with a single broad stroke, tasting my flesh before sucking on it hard.
“Ooohhh.”
The small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“Tell me what you want,” Ben snarled, rubbing his manhood hard against my groin.
A small giggle escaped my lips and the fire in his eyes flared once again. It only made me want to tease him more. This was what I wanted: raw, rough and angry sex.
“Is this what you want?”
He punctuated each word with added hip thrusts, sending tremors of pleasure through my body, and fire in my veins.
I threw my head back and moaned, biting my lips, refusing to answer him. I shook my head and giggled again, just to mock him.
The ricochet of the laundry machine involuntarily added more delicious contact as it switched gears into the spin cycle.
“Ooohhh.”
Suddenly Ben stopped and stepped away, separating our bodies. I couldn’t let that happen, I wanted his cock too much.
“Fuck me, Ben.”
The words escaped my lips before I could even comprehend them.
“No.”
“I want your cock inside my pussy.”
It was both a statement of need, and a plea.
I lost all inhibitions and tried to pull him closer. Without waiting for a response, I pulled his shirt off, frantically.
“Fuck, you’re playing mind games with me,” Ben barked.
His lips were begging me to bite them as my fingers threaded themselves through his hair.
I pulled on his hair hard, making our lips collide in a whirlwind. My tongue probed his before his melted into mine, and we tasted each other in our sexual surrender.
My fingernails dug into his flesh, scratching and embedding themselves into his back. Our lips only paused for a moment before they smashed against each other once again.
Ben’s rough large hands fondled my breasts, groping them violently and making me moan in both pain and pleasure.
My tongue outlined the trace of his jaw and proceeded down his neck and collarbone, nipping at his flesh before kissing away the burn.
Ben’s sharp intake of breath sent shivers down my spine. The deep chemical concoction of the pheromones we both released were taking effect.
In a flurry, the rest of our clothes were discarded. My fingernails dragged themselves across his hip bones and pulled down his jeans before he kicked them off.
Instantly, my warm fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft as Ben’s mouth descended onto my nipples, biting them harshly.
“Ughhhh.”
The small sound escaped my lips, making Ben bite my nipples harder. His tongue swirled around the bruised nipple, while he roughly pinched my other nipple. The pleasure was too much and I felt my knees go weak.
Every fiber in my being was on fire. Planting my free hand on his chest, I gave him a harsh push against the uneven counter behind him.
“What the-” he started to say, taken by surprise.
My mouth collided with his again. His tongue darted against mine, spearing with mine in a fight for dominance. I captured his tongue and bit on it.
He flipped me around, pinning me to the laundry machine as he kissed and bit down my neck to my shoulders. Rough jeans scraped against my back as Ben quickly pulled down my yoga pants and panties.
Our deep rooted sexual hunger resurfaced. Calloused fingers grazed across my inner thighs while I reached behind, grabbing his cock, the soft mesh of my thumb running over the head of his cock. Our lips did not stop tasting and battling. The tip of a finger brushed my inner lips and my knees buckled in response.
Ben pulled on my hair and made my body contort. Hissing, I struggled as he slammed me into the laundry machine. I was bent over with my swollen, bare, wet pussy exposed for his taking.
“Motherfucker!” I shouted, trying to get up before being slammed back onto the laundry machine again. A large hand rested on my back, pressing my breasts against the smooth, cold surface.
For a brief moment, my slit was opened as he held and pointed his cock at my entrance. My breath hitched as I waited for that first delicious thrust.
Slowly, he ran his cockhead between my slippery wet lips, rubbing my clit instead of entering my aching hole.
The asshole was teasing me!
I arched my head back and manage to get out of his grasp for a moment. Violently, I pulled his face closer to mine.
I needed his cock now.
“Come on big boy, try and make this slut cum all over your cock,” I snarled the words, mocking him.
Something flashed across his eyes, and in a single quick, mighty thrust, he impaled me on the machine. My pussy lips formed a giant O at the sudden intrusion. The head of his cock rested against my cervix for a moment, before he leisurely moved in and out again and again. His strokes were slow, dragging my silk-like vice against his shaft. It was as if he was trying to mock me.
It was delicious but it wasn't what I wanted; wasn't what I needed; wasn't what I craved.
My fingers curled into his dark locks, pulling his face closer to mine.
“Fuck me, you bastard. Be a man. Give it to me. Make me scream.”
Shock registered on his face for only a moment before his manhood slipped out of me and he raised my hips. Quickly he thrust into me and held his cock deep inside of me. Without time to adjust, my fingers scrambled for the edge of the laundry machine, revelling in the delicious needed viscous friction.
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Ben’s palm descended onto my soft ass cheeks, sending delicious tremors through my body. Not stopping, he continued to swat my reddened ass cheeks in time with his violent thrusts.
“Ooohhhh,” I moaned loudly.
My pussy throbbed around his hard shaft as my hips and pussy met his every thrust.
Spank!
Ben violently yanked on my hair, making my back arch. He fucked me harder, pounding more and more into me .
“Is this what you want, slut?” he said, enunciating each word, and drilling his male tool into me.
It was what I needed and craved. I wanted to be mercilessly fucked, and here I was, getting rammed so hard with a beautiful cock that I could barely breathe.
Anybody could walk into the room and see what we were doing, but I didn't care. Ben didn't seem to care either. He just kept slamming his throbbing member into me, fast and furious, splitting me open.
I loved it.
Ben’s hand rubbed my clit callously, pinching and massaging it, making it hurt, pushing me to the threshold.
“Yesssss…” I hissed in both pain and pleasure.
It was too much. His fingers ruthlessly rubbing my clit, his cock slamming into my tight pussy, the pleasurable ache I felt with each thrust of his hard shaft, and his hurting my nipples, all combined to bring me to the edge. To scream for release.
“Take it. Take it!” Ben snarled.
His hand and fingers were wrapped around my neck constricting my air intake slightly, but not enough to be dangerous.
“This is what you want,” he yelled, “Scream all you want, I don’t care.”
“Ben!” I cried out, the guttural scream coming from deep inside my gut.
“You’re mine now. Cum for me. I want your cum all over my cock!”
His cock strokes slowed down, but his thumb did not stop rubbing my clit and did not stop making the swollen orb hurt.
Ben dragged out the pleasure and my need to cum. The tension built, my legs quivered, my toes curled, the muscles in my thighs sung with pain, and my pussy pulsed and contracted.
The pleasure was overwhelming as Ben tortured me, not yet, allowing me the release I craved.
“Give it to me. Cum for me.”
“Uunnghhhhh!”
My body convulsed powerfully around him in spasms that were beyond my control. My legs locked around his waist so tightly that his thrusting into my love-hole became shorter. My nails dug into his shoulders as I threw my head back, and arched my back.
Addictive ecstasy coursed through my veins as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Crash!
“Jean, what the-” Antonio gawked, a laundry basket at his feet.
He had dropped it in shock, as he stood only a few feet away from us.
Antonio was a shy, gawky first year undergraduate student. Without many friends, I was one of the few people he connected with. We would often play XBox together on the weekends. I knew he wanted more than that but I had always seen him as just a little brother.
“Antonio,” I gasped, unsure of how to respond as Ben continued to thrust himself into me.
“Fuck... ughhhhh,” I moaned.
Ben’s throbbing cock was overpowering any coherent thoughts and driving out every breath inside of me. It just felt so fucking good.
Spank!
“Ben!”
God, the bastard didn’t care. He didn’t care that someone was watching us fuck like dirty animals.
My eyes met with Antonio’s. His eyes were wide and bulging, staring at how my breasts swayed with each rough thrust that Ben delivered.
I couldn't help but watch the growing tent in Antonio's trousers.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Ben’s heavy palm slapped my breasts repeatedly. His other free hand pulled on my hair hard, yanking it back for leverage to fuck me harder. There was also a large slap of his flesh colliding against mine with each thrust.
“Yeah, you freaking dirty cumslut. Tell me you love my fucking cock. Right here in front of this loser,” Ben snarled, slamming me straight down against the machine.
“Say it!” he demanded, screwing me in earnest, almost like I was a moaning and twitching rag doll.
“I love your fucking cock,” I screamed.
My legs were shaking and sweat was rolling down between our bodies as his cock mercilessly drilled into me. Antonio continued to watch us with his erection begging to be let loose from the confines of his jeans.
“Beg for it. I want to hear you beg for it!” Ben yelled into my ear, pulling on my hair again.
“Agghhhh... Please Ben!”
“That’s not good enough!”
Spank!
“Please Ben! I want your fucking cock inside my pussy!” I begged, feeling the rush of another impending orgasm.
My whole body was shaking uncontrollably and my insides were turning. Every sinew and ligament in my muscles was clenching. All I cared about was having his delicious cock deep inside of me.
"CUM!"
His command made my eyes roll to the back of my head as my orgasm pulled me under.
"Ben!" I shouted, as I shattered around him.
There was no control over how every muscle twitched and clenched within my body. Hot ecstasy burned in my veins.
“Oohh, you cock loving whore!” Ben managed to scream before coming inside me.
Even as my body continued to spasm, I felt every spurt of his hot seed coat my cunt walls.
Ben’s teeth sunk into my shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, as his cock twitched inside me, still dribbling cum. He collapsed onto me, holding me tight against him. Our breathing was loud and ragged, echoing off the walls of the damp room.
Weakly, I opened my eyes and watched as Antonio rushed out with his laundry basket in his hands. I couldn't help but notice the wet cum stains on the front side of his jeans. The truth was, I liked knowing Antonio came so quickly he couldn't get his cock out in time to jerk off.
All was quiet and calm, except for the laundry machine still humming underneath me. Soon, the cool air of the basement room swept across our sweat covered bodies, making each of us shiver.
The laundry machine finally came to a stop, beeping it's signal for the end. My body was resigned to holding his weight and we both lay on the machine, enjoying the afterglow of our primal needs.
I became acutely aware of the soreness and ache in my muscles and pussy.
My fingertips outlined the scratches I left on Ben’s back and shoulders, and I smiled. There were noticeable bruises on his neck as well. I smirked, knowing that I made those bruises and that they would definitely be there for a while to remind him of me.
Ben caressed my ass and I shuddered at the small sting he evoked. The soft flesh of my ass cheek was still red and throbbing. He stared at the bite mark he left behind on my shoulder, but didn’t say anything. He chuckled before lightly spanking the tender flesh of my ass again.
“You ass!” I yelped at the slap to my tender flesh.
He chuckled again and slowly rubbed my bum as a small trail of his cum leaked out of my slit and trailed down the inside of my thigh.
This wasn’t the end of it, of course.
Emely
- 18.10.2022
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