Going Down? [St8] [MF]

* I just want to clarify real quick that all characters are college age. It didn’t occur to me while I was writing that using “girl” could be taken as her being underage, not the case here. This is my first time posting here; it’s a little long, but tell me what you think. Hope you enjoy.

​

​

​

A slap sounded through the hallway. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and followed it. I had thought I was the only one living in this dorm over the summer. I turned the corner just in time to see a door closing. I went knock when I heard voices inside.

“My butt stings!” a girl whined on the other side of the door. My body relaxed, the slap must have sounded worse than it was.

“That’s not my fault,” a man said. “You’re the one that said I wouldn’t.”

“You didn’t have to hit that hard,” the girl’s voice again.

“But you liked it,” the man teased. The room was quite for a while. I turned away, about to head back to my room. There wasn’t a problem here, no need to interfere. And I had an early morning class. A soft moan came from the other side of the door, rooting me in place.

“What was that, baby?” the man asked.

“N-nothing,” the girl said.

“Nothing, huh?”

The room went quite for a moment and then another moan drifted into the hallway, louder this time.

“Do you want something, sweetheart?” the man asked.

“Umm,” the girl started, her voice breathy. “Could you play with me?” She asked so quietly, I almost couldn’t here her. Thank god for these flimsy doors—wait, what was I thinking?

“I don’t know what that means,” the man said with a surprising lack of emotion.

“Of course, you know,” she said, a little upset.

“I definitely do not know.” His voice was hard this time and the girl gasped in pain. I almost opened the door to put an end to what seemed like abuse; but stopped when she answered.

“I,” she started and stopped. In a minute she said in a small voice,” I want you to fuck me.”

Holy shit, I should leave. This was not something I should be listening to. She could barely say that to him when she thought no one was around. It was a violation of her privacy for me to be here. His too, but for some reason I didn’t think he would mind. I should have left, but I couldn’t move. My dick was so hard, it hurt. Just imagining a woman saying that to me in such a soft voice, I could practically hear the blush on her face. She had me glued in place.

I could hear her being tossed on the bed. The springs protested the new weight. It was silent for a few minutes and then I head her voice. Her moan was like the chime of a bell, calling my dick to attention. It grew louder, but was suddenly muffled, like she had clamped her hand over her mouth in an effort to be quiet.

“Fuck,” the man’s voice this time. “Are you going to cum from just my mouth on your nipple? I haven’t even touched the other one yet.”

“Don’t be mean,’ she cried.

“Okay,” he apologized, his voice gentle. “I’m just amazed at how sensitive you are.”

My mind was racing. My imagination creating every detail of her body, playing the scene out. Her clutching onto him as his mouth brought her to the brink of orgasm just from kissing her breast. She moaned again and my dick twitched, reminding me where I was. I should have left, should’ve felt disgusted with myself; but all I felt was the ache in my cock. It was late and I had only left my room to take a piss. Now, I was standing outside of someone’s dorm room with my ear pressed against the door.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Oh fuck, please, don’t stop.”

I practically fell to my knees. Her voice had changed. It was still sweet, but lust had made it stronger. Her image in my head became stronger too, her mouth repeating those words over and over, her body under mine.

“No, go back.” She sounded disappointed. “You’re mouth felt so good there.”

“You have to ask to cum, baby girl. Don’t forget that.” His voice sounded like a threat.

“Yes, sir.”

God, he was eating her out. My mind focused on a new part of her. What did she taste like? Was it a light pink between snow legs? Or was it more of a rose color between dark legs? Who was she?

I caught myself rubbing my dick through my pants. I clinched my fist and shoved it into my pocket. If I was going to listen, I sure as hell wasn’t going to jerk off too. That was a line I refused to cross.

She moaned again and finally asked, “Can I cum? Please, let me cum.”

“Yes, do it.” His answer was short, possibly to get back to pleasing her because her moans turned loud and ragged. I imagined what she would look like as an orgasm racked through her body.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Hey, don’t hide your face from me. I love watching you cum. Baby, do you want more?”

“No, I want something else.” The bed groaned. In my mind she was pulling him up onto the bed.

“And what’s that?” his voice was quiet, gentle.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

“I thought that was what I was doing?” he asked, playing dumb.

“I want your dick inside me, please.”

The man laughed, “Oh, come on. You can do better than that.”

Her voice wavered a little this time, her confidence shrinking. “I want your hard dick inside my wet pussy and I want you to make me cum hard.”

The man growled and she whimpered. The bed protested, but it was soon drowned out by her moans and the sound of him ramming into her.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know. I had to put faces to the voices. I needed to see what was happening. I put my hand on the door knob and gathered my courage. I waited until she spoke again.

“Oh god, can I cum again, please?”

And opened the door just enough to see inside.

She was pressed face down into the mattress, her back arched and ass slamming into his hips. She was light skinned and small, dwarfed even more by the man fucking her. His hand was wrapped around her wrists, holding her arms behind her back and using them as leverage to go deeper.

“Yes, you may, baby,” he said.

She shifted and made eye contact with me through the crack in the door just as she came.

“Oh my god!” she cried, but she couldn’t stop what had already started. Her body shook as the orgasm stole her breath. Her eyes were wide, and she quickly hid her face. After a moment she pointed at me. The man followed her finger and saw me.

I should have run, should have slammed the door in my rush to get away. But I was stuck.

He smiled, “It’s cool. Come on in.” He beckoned me with a tilt of his head.

I couldn’t resist, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore. I stepped into the room and closed the door. I stood with my back pressed against it, unsure of what to do next. The man moved and repositioned the girl so that she was on top of him but facing me.

Her face was red, both from effort and the embarrassment of a stranger seeing her in this position. She started to moan again, almost like she couldn’t help it. I had a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out her whimpers. She tried to cover her body, to hide her face with her hair. It was in long braids that fell around her breast and to her belly button. The man grabbed her arms and held them by her side.

“But—” her protest was cut off as another moan was forced out of her mouth.

I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor, my earlier vow forgotten. There was no way I could watch this and not do anything. My dick was hard in my hand and twitched at every sound she made. I looked up as I started to stroke it. Her eyes met mine and she didn’t look away. I fought not to make a noise. I hadn’t been there more than 2 minutes and I almost came right then. I looked away from her face took in the rest of her. Her breasts were big for her frame and bounced with every thrust of his cock. She was keeping pace with him, bouncing in time with him to force him deeper inside her. Her voice had sounded innocent, but she definitely wasn’t.

“Fuck.” The word slipped from my mouth. I bit my lip and jerked harder. I leaned on he door heavily, my legs losing strength.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, can I cum, Daddy?” All shyness was gone. She begged openly. Her eyes were on my hand tight around my cock.

“No,” he answered and fucked her harder. Her eyes started to tear up and she begged for him to let her, never taking her eyes away from me. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to suck her sensitive nipple into my mouth. I wanted to be a part of what pushed her over the edge.

“Please, I want to so badly. I need to cum, Daddy, please.” Tears were running down her cheeks and she bite her lip and clinched her fist, trying to hold on to the orgasm that was seconds away from being out of control.

“No,” he said again. He let go of her arm and gathered her braids in his hand, moving them out of the way and giving me an uninterrupted view of her skin. She moaned as he tugged on it.

“Please,” it was a whisper now.

I pulled my eyes away from her slick pussy and looked at her face. She was still crying, the need so clear on her face. I wanted to kiss the tears away and have her taste them on my tongue. Precum leaked from my tip and she licked her lips.

“Should I let her?”

It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me.

“Uh, yeah, let her,” I said quietly.

“You heard him, baby girl. Cum on Daddy’s dick.”

And she did. She came so hard she squirted. His dick slipped out, dripping from her wetness and she kept going. Her body shook so violently he had to hold her in place to keep her from falling. He put his cock back in her before she was done and fucked her hard. She couldn’t help but scream. It looked so brutal and so hot.

“I’m going to cum now, baby. Where do you want it?” he asked in a tight voice, he was close. She didn’t answer, it seemed like she couldn’t.

“Where?” he growled and dug his fingers into her side.

She gasped and grabbed his hand, lacing her fingers in with his.

“In me,” she said. “Please cum in me.”

“Fuck.” He thrusted into her and held her in place, fingers still intertwined. Her eyes still hadn’t left mine. A second later, I came harder than I had in my entire life.

And suddenly, it was over. The girl was still crying. The man pulled her up to lay beside him and she buried her face in his chest. He started to whisper sweet, loving things in her ear; and all at once I felt out of place. All the things I should have been feeling all along washed over me. I was disgusted with myself. The shame drove me from the room in a hurry. I laid in bed for a long time after, thinking about what happened before I drifted off to sleep.

My underwear was damp when I woke up in the morning. The events of the night seemed impossible, so I decided it was a dream. That was until I got into the elevator and the man was there the girl tucked under his arm.

“Going down?” he asked.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/eoxkr8/going_down_st8_mf