[MF] Kathy the Whore

This is companion piece to **Nerdy Girl from Algebra**:[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f8yv3p/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f938y5/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_2/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f9hwrh/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_3/), [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/falcyg/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_4/), [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fb5ji5/mff_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_5/)

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I didn’t have much experience before Carl.

I had a boyfriend for most of high school. Not the same boyfriend, but I always seemed to have a boyfriend. I knew I wasn’t the hottest girl, but I knew I was hot enough. My stomach wasn’t too fat, and my boobs and butt were just fat enough that I could get most guys attention, and really it didn’t take more than that if I didn’t wanna be alone.

But I seemed to attract a certain kinda boring guy. I think deep down they all wanted sex, and sometimes, I gave it to them, but for me it was really just “okay”. And those boring guys were too polite to push the issue. I sort of, feel like, if they had maybe I’d have been better off. But they didn’t.

So I wasn’t exactly a virgin heading into University, but I was pretty darn innocent regardless.

*

I met Carl during frosh week. He was nice-ish. He was actually pretty attractive, a lot more attractive than any of the guy’s I’d dated in high school. And he was muscular-“tight” – meaning he didn’t look big but one look at his biceps and my lord. I mean yummy.

We talked on the first day. His was my floor’s “brother floor” – they paired a floor from a girl’s dorm with a floor from a boy’s dorm. I don’t think they expected us to really pair off but I’m not sure what else they expected when half the orientation session was talking about safe sex and safe alcohol and safe drug use.

Well I don’t think he remembered me from that day, but I remembered him well enough. So when I saw him a couple of weeks later at the bar I had enough liquid courage in me that I just went up to those nice biceps of his and asked him if he wanted to buy me a drink.

That was all it took really. He took it from there: making small talk, and maybe an hour later we were in his dorm room on the “brother floor”, and his penis was in my vagina.

I got to feel those firm arms of his as he pounded down into me. I really liked that. And I liked how he kissed, he had a lot of confidence.

I gave him my number, and I was happy he used it.

*

My arrangement with him was a nice distraction. And it was fun and it was easy.

He wasn’t any work. I really didn’t want to be one of those girls who flunked out in the first semester. My parents would kill me. He fit that life plan perfectly.

This thing with Carl gave me excitement. He’d call me up and just invite me out for dinner or lunch or a coffee or a movie. We’d have a nice little time when it was convenient, then we’d end up back in his dorm room more often than not.

Like all the boys before him, he was very careful with my feelings. But unlike the others, he never told me he loved me, or seemed to be baiting me to say the same. He clearly liked my company, and my body. He was using me for it in a way and I was okay with that. I was using him for his.

He liked oral just as much as intercourse. He was the first guy to do that to me. He never knew that, but I enjoyed it. Second date after he kissed me he kept kissing me lower and lower. I was nervous but I just bit my lip and pretty soon I was moaning.

Just going with it was proving to be fun.

He was also the first guy I gave oral to; I figured I should return the favor. He was too nice to ask for it, but after he’d given me a number of orgasms I got up the courage and one time after we went to a movie, I went down on him, he seemed pretty happy.

I don’t think he had any idea most of this was new to me, and I felt no need to tell him.

I was officially “fucking and sucking” just like all the other girls on my floor seemed to be. It occurred to me I had a friend with benefits. It gave me a bit of a tingle.

*

This time that he called me felt a bit different. I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly. Well, aside from the fact he didn’t ask if I wanted to get coffee or anything and just straight asked me to show up at his dorm room the next day during his midday break.

He might as well have asked for sex straight out, in fact, I think he was doing that just not using the word. And I was surprisingly okay with that.

But still there was something more besides that, something sounded different in his voice. And honestly, it made me a bit moist below when I heard him basically tell me to show up so he could use my body. I was really looking forward to tomorrow.

*

When I showed up I confirmed there had been something different about his voice on the phone, cause I could see it in his whole body.

His eyes, well, he looked like he was fixin to eat me. He looked hungry and like I was lunch. Oh how I did love being lunch.

I smiled. I seriously contemplated what to say. I tried to think of something sexy, something daring. I was going to just straight up ask if he ‘liked what he saw’ or maybe if I was daring ‘see anything you’d like to eat’… *oh yes, the last one*.

I opened my mouth to push those words out but he held a finger up to my lips, and, *“shushed”* me?

He spoke more forcefully than I’d thought he was capable of, “Speak only when I tell you…”

It caught me off guard, I, wasn’t frightened, but, I was a bit anxious. This was, new. I guess everything with him was really, but this was new and exciting and my butterflies had butterflies.

He continued, “Nod if you understand?”

God I couldn’t nod fast enough, but I seriously fought the urge to seem to anxious. To seem too stupid or eager I thought might put him off. I sort of, had been waiting my whole life for one of these duds I’d dated to, well that was it, I didn’t know what I hoped they’d do. Take control for sure, but what they’d do with me if I was at their mercy, well I didn’t even have a clue. But this was it, I felt like I was about to find out. I’m sure he could see it in my eyes.

I nodded. He seemed happy.

Then next thing I knew his hand was tangled in my hair and he was pulling it tightly. He pulled my mouth to his and forced his tongue between my lips, then in and out of my mouth, making love to it like his tongue had previously made love to my other set of lips the last time I’d saw him. That day he’d pushed it in and out of me till I spasmed and gushed onto his mouth. I wondered, I dared to hope that was what he had planned for me now.

His other hand rubbed my breast as he assaulted my mouth. He pushed me back against the wall and pressed his body onto mine. I put my hand on his bicep, I felt it flex as he started to pinch my nipple firmly. His pinch grew harder. I would have leapt at the sudden pain but I was happy to be trapped between him and the wall. I wouldn’t have wanted him to stop thinking my body protested, because I certainly wanted him to continue. He pinched harder and this time I moaned into his attacking mouth.

Almost the second I started to really lean into it, when my body finally started translating any pain into pure pleasure, his finger disengaged and ran its way down into my jeans.

His fingers, I couldn’t tell how many but I assume all of them, found their way into my jeans. But not a darned one of them found their way into my panties where I really wanted them.

He did stroke my lower lips, and he knew just how to touch me by now, just exactly what worked. He stroked overtop of my panties though, traced fingers maddeningly up and down, so I could feel the pleasure he was giving me, but not the flesh he was giving it to me with. He was pressing hard on them and I knew I was soaking through my panties, I knew he could feel my wetness, I hoped he liked it.

My vulva throbbed for him. He pressed one of the fingers between my folders and found my button of lust. He mashed his finger, or rather with his finger the cotton of my panties, into it. He circled it. He flicked it. He massaged it. He pinched it. He drove me mad before going lower and pushing my panties up into my dripping gap.

I moaned. I was on the edge. My jeans held him tight to my body, I was in awe of how he could work such magic with his fingers given all the noise of my panties, but I was loving it too much to ask him to change anything. I felt his finger shift in my hole. He started to lightly pound into it. I started to lightly suck on his tongue that was in my mouth.

Suddenly I was aware of his, his moaning that was almost in time with time.

He was getting off on this too. The heart of my vagina almost burst just at the thought.

His mouth left mine just long enough to order me to, “Unzip and take off your jeans.”

And immediately he started biting and licking my neck, my clavicle. Sucking and licking on it, driving me insane and making it hard to concentrate on my orders.

I managed to whisper, “Yes sir.”

Then I did as I was told and opened the front of my jeans.

He never stopped rubbing over top and through my panties with his hand. He didn’t stop working on my neck with his mouth.

I peeled the jeans about half way down my thighs before I couldn’t concentrate on anything anymore.

As soon as his hand was free, he was pulling my panties to the side, and giving me what I longed for, a peace of his body inside me. His flesh inside me.

He pulled my panties aside and I felt multiple fingers fill my gaping hole.

I think I screamed into his mouth with happiness of realizing my hearts greatest desire for the here and now.

He piston-ed his fingers in and out of me. He made love to me with those fingers. He crashed on my g-spot, he knew how to poke at my pleasure literally. He was relentless.

His mouth left my neck but I barely noticed. My eyes were closed enjoying the feel of his fingers filling me, the rest of my body had taken a back seat.

When my eye cracked open I could see him staring into them. Our gaze met. I was immediately aware of my breathing. I was moaning in time to the rhythm of his fingers. I don’t know how but I knew he was aware of it too. I could see him licking his lips.

Oh god how good they would feel right now…

Then all at once he stopped.

Had he been reading my mind? Had he known my greedy little pussy wanted even more than he was giving me? Had I been bad?

He removed his hands from me, the one from my lower body and the one from my hair. He stepped back and looked me up and down, as if judging me. God I hoped he wasn’t stopping.

He almost growled at me, “I said take off your jeans. Do it.”

I was so happy that was all I’d done wrong, and so happy the answer to making him continue was such an easy task.

My jeans were on the floor in a heap almost immediately.

His smile was like a devil, enjoying the darkness.

He gave me my next instruction, “Now take off your panties.”

I pulled them down slowly, I wanted him to enjoy every bit of what he was commanding me to do. I wanted to reward him for all the pleasure he’d given me, for leading me every step to this, for being responsible for what I felt was my awakening. This was the first moment I’d not only truly enjoyed sex, but, had lusted for it. When I came into his dorm room, the minutes before but what felt now like hours before, he had been hungry. I was now the hungry one. I owed it all to him.

I bent at the waste as I pulled the pink cotton down from my hips, and slid it down my legs. I reached down and scooped them up of the floor. I stretched the panties between my thumbs and held them up. I wanted him to see what he’d done to me. I hoped he could see it in the damp spot that was so visible in the front of them. I hoped he loved the affect he had on me.

I smiled over them, an automatic grin I just couldn’t supress. I was giddy with lust, I could not hide it.

I also couldn’t help but blurt out, “Do you want them, sir?”

He replied, “Oh Kathy you…”

And he let the next word hang just on the other side of his lips long enough to worry me… then he left me have it.

“you… whore…”

And there it was, what I was suddenly now for him. I was his whore. He was right and I was shocked that I relished that title as I did. I suddenly wanted to be Carl’s whore and whatever that entailed.

“whore… you make too much noise.”

My smile intensified if that was even possible.

He stepped toward me forcefully, he grabbed the panties from my hands. He pressed his body against mine as he had, pinning me once again, and he kissed me once again with passion.

His fingers caressed my cheek. And I could smell my juices the second they touched it, I could feel my own wetness painting my cheek. I was a bit uneasy for a moment from the weirdness of the smell, the strangeness of the sensation. I had never really smelt myself before. My wetness, but it was wetness he caused. It was really his wetness that was painting my cheek. He owned it, I was scared but I wanted him to own me. And frankly, if I was going to be his whore I’d better darn well be down with letting him do whatever he wanted with his wetness.

I leaned my cheek into his touch. I returned his kiss.

Then he slid the fingers that were covered in the wetness between our lips, then full into my mouth as he took his mouth away from mine.

He pushed his fingers into my mouth. I tasted vagina for the first time. I saw in his eyes what he wanted. He wanted me to taste myself. I could not resist. I tightened my lips around them as if they were his penis. I tasted my musky vagina and I loved it, as much for the dirtiness of the act as for the fact I knew it was what he wanted me to feel.

As I fellated his fingers he started to rub me again. I felt the cotton of my panties once more on my clit. He grinded them against it. He rubbed the panties up and down my length. He pushed them into my dripping hole as if to try to collect my juices, and I half felt his was, only to have him rub that renewed wetness on my clit once more. He masturbated me with my panties. It was driving me insane and driving me toward orgasm.

He asked me, “Whore, are you enjoying this?”

And all I could do was smile around his finger, nod, and suck on them harder. Showing him my enjoyment.

This seemed to make him work harder on my vagina. Fingers, his thumb, damp cotton all worked their ways both inside me and over me. Alone and in pairs and all together at times, but always in a frenzy that matched the beating of my heart.

I literally shook against the wall. I literally shook around his fingers – the ones between both sets of my lips.

The ones on the top sucked his fingers until waves of orgasm overtook me and I just moaned around them. Then I moaned more. He did not stop. Whatever this was was so much better than the simple mouth I had hoped for when I first entered the room. By the end of this act tears had streamed from my eyes to match the gushing that had streamed from my center of lust.

He slowly slid his fingers from my mouth and flashed the most beautiful and genuine smile I’d ever seen.

He whispered, “Satisfied?”

I thought “Oh god that was amazing”.

I said, “Oh god that was amazing…”

And before I could tell him just how much, his hand with the panties in it, my panties, saturated with my musky juices, made its way to my mouth.

He pushed the panties into my gaping mouth.

My nostrils filled with my scent.

My tongue exploded with my taste.

My breath was taken away momentarily by the gag.

My pulse quickened. I had thought this encountered was ending, it seemed, it was just beginning. God I had to know what was next.

I watched him undo his belt.

I caught his stare out of the tip of my eyes, so eyes rose and my gaze found his and locked on. I looked him in the eyes and I’m sure my eyes begged the question of ‘what would you have me do next?’

He answered out loud, “Good, now bend over that desk you whore, there is one more thing I need from you…”

I looked to where he pointed, then looked back at him, then looked back at the desk.

It was all I could do not to run over to it. I walked slowly and must have looked like a drunk trying to walk the line. I felt like he scrutinized every step, I could feel his eyes staring at my ass as I made my way to where he’d ordered me to go.

I put my hands far across the desk and bent over it as I heard his jeans fall to the floor. I could picture his erect penis in my mind. I fought the urge to turn around and look at it. I knew it would be in me soon. My vagina now hungered for it. I bit down on the panties in my mouth, waiting for it.

I felt the familiar feel of him pressing up against me. He’d now done me doggy a number of times and I loved how he felt there. But this was short lived as his hands spent no time on my hips instead ran right up my back, down my arms, and grabbed my wrists.

He yanked my arms back behind me, off the table, causing me to crash down onto the cold hard wood. The weight of my body crushing down on my boobs, my cheek turned and equally pressed down my gravity against the table top.

He pulled my hands back to my ass cheeks and said, “Spread them… hold them apart for me whore.”

I did as commanded, a smile across my face around the gag of my juices.

I felt him tracing the head of his penis up and down my opening. God it felt so good.

But soon, he traced it higher up, up, over my butthole. And he started pressing it against the last of my virgin openings.

I bit down on the panties.

He spit or drooled, either way I felt his saliva drip down into my butt-crack and down over my hole. I felt his wetness this time. And more of it. He used the head of his penis to massage it around my tight hole.

I felt him push the tip just inside. I felt myself stretch around him. I tensed. He pulled out. But I heard him moan in ecstasy and as he repeated this first little bit of penetration by the third or fourth small plunge I too was moaning.

He leaned down on me now, laying his weight on my back, mashing my breasts into the desk.

He sucked on my earlobe as he gently poked in and out of my progressively less virgin hole, but never very far, only the tip, only the tease of what he wanted not quite violating the tightness of a hole which wasn’t sure if it wanted to accept his full length and hardness.

He moaned, he enjoyed it, and I knew I enjoyed it too. My heart was pounding in time with his penis.

He whispered, “Now relax Kathy and take me in fully, that’s what it’ll take if you want to be my whore… and you do want to be my whore don’t you?”

I screamed, “OH YES” into the panty gag in my mouth. I thrust my hips back against his hardness to force it in further.

I knew at that moment I wanted more than anything to be his whore, and I knew I’d happily do **anything** that would make that my new reality.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ffpsr7/mf_kathy_the_whore