My mouth worked its way up and down his shaft, I enjoyed the warmth of his engorged member on my cherry glossed lips. I liked to gloss it up before I went down. I had a few dozen different flavors of lip gloss, depending on the meal I wanted to receive. Bacon was probably the oddest of the bunch. I know they call it eating meat, but the addition of that particular flavor made it a little too real for me. On that note, I never really enjoyed banana flavored either.
What is it with ladies wanting to pretend they had something in their mouth other than a dick? I'll take my dick with a cherry on top, but I'm not going to turn around and pretend that it's a banana. That thing in my mouth is a nice, hard dick, and if I play my cards right, it might be entering other areas too. I like that it's a dick. I like that that dick is attached to a person. I also like it that when I flick my tongue just so…
"Mmmm… Ohhhh…." The guy gripped onto the back of my head and let out a pleased moan.
Yeah… I like that too. When you're going down on a guy, you never have more control than at that moment. If girls want to say that all a guy thinks about is sex, then when you're working his shaft that means all that guy is thinking about at that exact second is you. He's not wondering what he's going to do later. He's not worried about his bills. The only thing he's thinking about is how good you… rather I… am making him feel. That's power, ladies.
My hands cupped his balls, and my mouth moved up and down his dick with a nice smacking sound.
Come on baby, cum for me.
A moment later, he did, and I swallow it down, feeling the thick and creamy heat run down my throat. It's not that I love the taste of cum or anything like that. I don't hate the feeling, but I mostly just do it because it saves a lot of mess. I also like to swallow my gum too. What can I say, I swallow.
"Oh… you're amazing!" he lets out in a deep, staggered voice.
His body was bent, his chest leaned so far forward that he'd practically pressed his washboard stomach against my forehead. His legs were pushed out, and he was leaning back against the wall in a way that, if he wasn't holding on to my hair, he'd have fallen back onto his butt.
I slowly pulled my mouth away from his dick, a strand of saliva and semen streamed between my lips and his manhood. I wiped it, and my mouth before I brushed it onto my shirt. I knew men, so now that he came, I was pretty sure he was going to try to get rid of me as quickly as possible. No waiting until he could recover and then sex, no offer of cunnilingus. Not even an impromptu finger fuck with some heavy making out. Of course, it's not like he was going to be willing to give up a piece of ass like me until he's had every piece, but in the boy mind, that comes later.
"C-can I get your number? Maybe we can meet up this weekend at my place." His breath was finally recovering, and his dick was starting to fall back down, shrinking into its previously unimpressive state.
There you go. Notice that he didn't ask me to meet someplace where we could hang out. No date, no dinner. He just wanted me to come over and fuck him. It was a classic Netflix and chill, minus the Netflix, and the chilling for that matter, just some hot, hardcore naked time.
What? You noticed he doesn't have my phone number? Yeah, we haven't even dated yet. I was also kneeling in a Janitor's closet, of all places. My classroom was just down the hallway. And this guy? I don't even know him.
Don't get me wrong, I scoped him out ahead of time. At the end of class every day, he was always there, sitting on a bench in the hallways in front of our class. Unfortunately, our course let out at the same time as a lot of courses in this particular hall, so it was always quite busy. I never felt comfortable trying to pick up a cute guy with too many people around.
On the other hand, if I got up fifteen minutes before class ended, I could snatch him quickly and have my way with him. On that note, the class should be letting up any minute now. He was another notch on my belt, but was he booty call material? I gave him a little knowing smirk and a wink while I stood up.
"What would we be doing at your place?" I decided to tease him a bit. "Play video games?"
As I asked, I let a finger run down his chest. It was a classic "I'm interested" move. Of course, I'd have just been as interested in the video games. I enjoyed gaming as much as I enjoyed certain other things. However, you could tell when I guy was a gamer. There would always be that sudden flash of excitement when he realized the hot girl he was with shared his interests. Instead, this guy just gave a confused look. It was a shame, but he failed at boyfriend material. Still, I could have a little fun with him before we parted.
My hand moved down to his flaccid cock, and my fingers ran over the wet head. Even though my lips were very close to his, he didn't pull away. That was a good sign. A man who's willing to kiss you after you've gone down on him is at least worth a little of your time, in my experience. Hmm… maybe with a little coaxing I could get him hard again?
The door suddenly flew open, and I pulled away quickly, my hand leaving his cock. My hair was a mess, my lip gloss was probably horrific, but my clothing was in perfect order. The boy I was with, however, still had his dick sticking out, and as he struggled to get it back into his pants, it was clear to anyone what was going on in here.
I grimaced a bit. I imagined I might get in a little trouble for fornicating on campus, but it should be a light slap on the wrist. I immediately tried to prepare my apology alongside a look of repentance. However, the person who opened the door wasn't faculty, but a girl. She vaguely looked familiar, and I thought she was also in the class I should be in right now.
"Jonathan!" She shouted loudly, and by the embarrassed look on his face, I immediately realized I was treading on another girl's territory.
She began yelling at him and was making enough noise that the classes which just started letting out started to form a crowd. As for me? This wasn't the first time I had been caught with a man who belonged to another. It wasn't my responsibility to check and make sure each man is attached before I touch him. It's not my responsibility to keep other people honest. Still, this business had nothing to do with me. Therefore, I did the mature thing. That is, I tried to blend into the crowds and slink away.
Likely, since we had class together, she'd confront me in two or three days. I'd tell her that he never told me and that I felt just as betrayed as she did (A lie, of course, I don't really care), and then we'd never talk to each other again. In a lucky world, she'd be in such a state that she doesn't even remember my face. As for the guy? If he approached me, I might slide him my number and meet him on the weekend, presuming he breaks it off with the girl. Even I'm not bad enough to want to be the other girl.
I was nearly out of sight too when the girl's gaze suddenly jumped to me. "You…"
Her eyes turned dark, and she put on one of the ugliest faces I had ever seen. Not that she was particularly hot, to begin with. I mean, she had to have realized that the buff guy she was dating was way out of her league, right? Unless she was an absolute freak in bed, it was only a matter of time before he started messing around. This was college after all. They were probably high school sweethearts or something.
"I'm sorry, I'm just going to go."
I needed to be smooth like a band-aid. Quick pain, then I'm out of your life. Except, it turned out she wasn't that kind of girl. I feared the type of person she was the moment I saw her. She was a blamer. She's the kind of woman that warps reality to be favorable to herself. I could see it in her eyes. I was pretty good at reading people. At that moment, she was thinking that her boyfriend wouldn't possibly cheat on her. However, she caught him. That must have meant he was coerced. No, he was coerced. It was the woman. She did it. She forced him to do stuff with her. She used her wild ways to try to steal my boyfriend. She's a monster. I must destroy her. Yeah… that's exactly what those eyes said as they narrowed down like a vulture on the unsettled me.
I didn't really want to make a scene. As my mom always said, I loved to start trouble, but I hated the consequences. I'm more the kind of person who would hide in a corner or run, then have to face people being angry at me.
"I'll be going now." I turned around swiftly started heading to the stairway. It leads down to the first floor. There I could slip out of this building and run back to my dorm room. Perhaps I could stay there for a few days, let these things cool down. Let the psycho girl looking at me cool down.
"You bitch!" There were footsteps running towards me.
I had barely managed to turn my body back when I saw her, barreling at me like a linebacker, a crazed look in her eye. Her hands slammed into my chest. I took a step back, missing the stairway and stumbling. The rest seemed to move in slow motion. I was falling back. There might have been one or two spectators with wide or worried looks.
As I fell back, my legs moved up and my head fell down. Meanwhile, the girl continued to stare at me with narrowed eyes. She didn't wear a look of surprise at what she had done. She didn't seem guilty or worried. He eyes seemed almost dead, perhaps filled with menace, and determined to watch me fall the rest of the way.
I struck my head, and then the world went white.
Now, I don't want to give you the impression that I'm just some kind of slut. Don't get me wrong, I love sex. I lost my virginity to a boy at seventeen on prom night. He turned around and had sex with my best friend a week later. So, I turned around and had sex with all of his friends. I've never looked back. It didn't hurt that I found out that same year that I was infertile thanks to an infection I had when I was six, and thus I would never be able to have children.
I'd gone from stumbling around with the zipper in the back of a guy's truck to dorm rooms to frat parties and more. I've had sex every way I know how. Yes, even in there, and yes, it hurt and no I'm not jumping to do it again. In the last two years since my virginity went bye-bye, I've had a dozen sexual partners. That's only one every two months, hardly the acts of a nymphomaniac.
It's just that a lot of my relationships didn't work. The first 3-4 I tried to make work, but the guys would always either cheat or dump me for another girl. Then I started getting a reputation for being easy. I supposed it was my fault for putting out on the first date. I always figured if they knew they'd be getting sex, they'd be more comfortable in the relationship.
After those failures, I started to get a little jaded. I decided that if guys were just going to be selfish, then I'd just be selfish too. So, I had sex with whom I wanted when I wanted. I liked being the gatekeeper. To be in control of a guy's sexual lust. I was only in college, after all, the only age where it was appropriate to be an idiot with your sexual behavior. How did I know it'd get me killed?
Although, "death" isn't exactly the right word. I woke up in a field, surrounded by a forest. I remembered that bitch pushing me down the stairs, the world going white, and then… I was in this field. I stood up, surprised that my head wasn't throbbing. I looked down to see that I was still wearing what I had been wearing before. A pair of slacks, a nice button up satin shirt without sleeves, and two sneakers with only a slight heel.
There seemed to be a sound coming in the distance. I turned towards the side of the clearing I judged as the source of that noise. It sounded like drums. Furthermore, those drums seemed to be coming in my direction. Since I didn't know what was going on, I figured I had no choice but to wait. I casually leaned over and picked up a stone and tossed it.
{Throwing has increased to level 1. }
"What?" I stepped back.
The words just appeared in front of my eyes. What the heck is going on here? Levels? Levels like in a video game? I was not unfamiliar with role-playing games. I certainly had my hand in more than a few. I had dated a few gamer boyfriends and it had taken to it. Liking video games was actually a turn on to a lot of college fratboys, although that wasn't the reason I did it. I liked the idea of putting a number to my abilities. I'd certainly have progressed farther in life if I could distill things like my strength or intelligence to a number which I could confidently see increase with a little bit of work.
However, I didn't have much more time to dwell on these thoughts, because a moment later several bodies burst from the clearing, the muffled drumming coming into full volume.
When my eyes focused on what I was seeing, my body froze. They were people. Well, they were sort of people. They were abnormally short. At least, no one was taller than a short-statured woman. They had long pointy ears and their lips… well… they had no lips. Their skin was gray, their eyes were big, and they were all staring right at me.
I turned and ran. It seemed like the smart thing to do.
{Fleeing has increased to level 1.}
I ignored the obnoxious words trying to float in front of me and kept running onward. The drums picked up a beat. They were beating faster than before, I could tell that whatever was chasing me intended to catch me.
I slipped, the sneakers I wore were not exactly the sporty kind, after all. As I tried to orientate myself, a second later a large form slammed into me, knocking me back to the ground. My head hit the ground with a little bit of force. It wasn't the worst fall I'd ever taken, but it wasn't pleasant either.
{Concussion Resistance has increased to level 1.}
{Pain Resistance has increased to level 1.}
The creature was on top of me as I struggled to get out from under him. A moment later I heard clothing tearing, and it took me a second to realize it was my own. He had ripped my shirt open and was now aggressively fondling my breast. I gave the creature a kick and then began scooting away back. He managed to grab onto my pants, and as I forced my way to freedom, my pants were lost and my underwear made it to my ankles.
The way the creature's eyes lit up when he saw my naked body caused my skin to crawl. Free from his grip, I stood up and began running again, this time bare-assed. Unfortunately, I didn't make it two steps before another body slammed into me. I was pinned down, and this time there were three of them holding me.
One was holding down my right arm, one was holding down my left. The third got between my legs and spread them roughly. I had never been raped before, after all, it's pretty hard to rape the willing. Even a few guys who went at me when I wasn't in the mood or a bit drunk, I usually got into the mood quickly and was satisfied enough with the encounter that I could avoid the technicalities on how much consent I had actually provided.
However, this was rape, anyway you see it. I let out a shout as he pulled out his dick. It was a bulbous little knob, the tip rounded to the point where you couldn't even see the head. Tears were flowing out of my eyes. I was screaming. No one heard me as he slid it into me and began thrusting away.
A sharp pain shot through my mind. The reality of the situation cut into my brain. If there was an edge to what someone could take, I reached it. At that point, it felt like my mind would break. That'd I'd lose my sanity, my will to live, and my soul. It was at that point, sitting at the edge, that something snapped inside of me. It wasn't necessarily the right thoughts. It wasn't a form of enlightenment, a great new trick, or a conclusion I'd expect anyone else to reach.
It was a declaration. It started in my shattered brain, shot through my head, and exploded within my soul. I wouldn't be raped. This wasn't rape because I decided it wasn't rape. My sex was my own. When I fucked, I'd fuck because I'd enjoy it, or because I wanted to try it, or because I wanted the experience.
That's right, sex was an experience. Even sex with this creature. He wasn't fucking me. I was fucking him. He just didn't realize it yet. He's a creature with a penis I'd never seen before. He looks human enough, and I wanted to see what it was like to fuck him. Was it crazy? Yes. Was I crazy? Probably… but at that moment, and that second, and at that time, I decided all on my own. Sex is mine to command.
{Seductress Class Unlocked: You have leveled to Seductress LVL 1!}
{All Skills Unlocked On Class Up!}
{Sexual Experience: You can gain experience through sexual intercourse. New partners provide an experience bonus.
Mental Fortitude: Large Increase in mental resistance to sexually embarrassing, debasing, and degrading events.
Pheromone: Releases a pheromone that can attract monsters and the opposite sex. Sexual stimulation increases during this period. Duration and strength dependent on level.}
{Mental Resistance has increased to level 10.}
{Charisma has increased to level 10.}
{Position Unlocked: Missionary}
The words flew across my vision, but I more or less ignored them. As vitality and energy flowed into me, I began to move my hips. I was timing it perfectly to coincide with the thrusts of the creature in front of me. Suddenly, his strange and monstrous appearance no longer bothered me. I don't know if it was the effect of my own declaration, or perhaps this "mental fortitude", whatever that was. All that mattered to me was that he had a cock, and I wanted it.
The words that had been flashing in my eyes had an effect. They were definitely words from a video game. I was certain of it now. I dated plenty of guys in high school. I had my fair share of experiences with guys obsessed with MMOs. I've done a few overnighters myself with custom characters. Thus I knew what I was seeing. This all sounded fantastical, but if this was a video game, then the monster inside me could only be described with one word, a goblin.
Rather than repulsing me, it only made me more excited. I mean, how many people could say they've fucked an actual goblin? On top of that, whatever just happened seemed to crank up my libido to eleven. His dick was small, but it felt wonderful. It was like my body was that much more sensitive. My nipples that were being fondled by the two goblins to either side of me became hard in an instant. I started to make pleasurable moaning sounds, and my body started to squirm and twist in pleasure.
My newfound enthusiasm seemed to catch my new goblin fuck buddy off guard. He wore a surprised and mildly confused look on his face. It actually made him look kind of cute. The goblins at either side also seemed to be confused, and for a moment they let up their guard. At that moment, I broke free of their grasps. The goblin inside of me panicked, trying to reach for the sword he had tossed to his side during his moment of lust.
However, he didn't have to worry. I wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't done yet. I shoved him to the ground, not letting his dick go anywhere. A moment later I was riding him, my body jumping up and down on his cock. It felt wonderful. He was the size of a twelve-year-old boy, giving me a kind of taboo feeling to it. Not that I'd be interested in that kind of thing, but at the moment, every sight and every smell added to the feelings of lust growing inside of me.
{Position Unlocked: Cowgirl}
{Pheromone skill activated.}
I didn't really know what that meant, but a moment later the two goblins that had been holding me now had their little knob penises out and were stroking them with a fever. Meanwhile, the monster under me had his eyes rolled up as I rode him for all he was worth. He was haggardly panting like it was the hardest workout he had ever received.
{Stamina Depleted!}
I kept bouncing on him. I wanted more. I wanted it harder. I wanted to fuck. He came and I could feel hot spooge filling me up. That wasn't enough, I wanted more. I wanted more!
I was about to grab one of the other goblins, then my body started feeling woozy.
{Stamina Depleted!}
No! I'm not done yet. I pushed my hand up against his knob, trying to keep him hard, trying to keep him in me. The vision started to go. I'm not…I could not remember. I finally fell off, his knob popping out of me and immediately making me feel like I was missing something. However, my mind drifted into a fitful sleep as the words "Stamina Depleted!" flashed in my head.
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