[MF] hooking up with the cute girl from class behind her boyfriend’s back

When I was a freshmen in college, there was a program that offered certain classes to be taught in the rec room of our dorm. This was an ideal situation as students could crawl out of bed still in their pj’s five minutes before class. It was also a great way to meet other students in the same dorm. That’s how I met Kristin.

We were both in the same Greek Mythology 101 course in the dorm. She caught my eye instantly. She had on just a short pair of athletic shorts, a black push up bra, and a white tank top. Her legs were long and toned, her stomach flat, her cleavage unmissable. She had dark red hair done up in a long braid that went down her back. I smiled at her when she walked in, and she smiled back before taking a seat next to me.

We chatting a bit that first class, and it became routine for us to sit next to each other every class period after that. I didn’t see her around the dorms much besides class, but with 5 floors and several different wings, I guess it made sense that we wouldn’t cross paths.

Our chats gradually turned to innocent flirting. It wasn’t until about a week of class had gone by, however, that she mentioned she had a boyfriend. My heart dropped, but I figured we could still be friends at least. And if they ever broke up, I wouldn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity.

Another great thing about having class in the rec room was that some of the seats for class were sofas and love seats. One day, our professor was showing us a movie. As I came into the room, I saw Kristin sitting on a love seat near the back of the room. She smiled at me and patted the seat next to her. I smirked back and took the seat next to her. She had on a short white sundress that day that once again showed off her athletic legs.

As the professor turned down the lights and started the film, the sexual tension between us was palpable. I felt like there was electricity coming off of her body. As the film went on, we found ourselves slowly getting closer and closer. Soon, her legs were brushing up against mine. Just the feel of her smooth skin on mine was enough to send blood rushing to my cock. It made me bold. I placed a hand on her thigh. She tensed up when she felt it, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t say a word, but ever so slightly parted her legs. As the film went on, I slowly slide my hand up higher and higher, first to the hem of her dress, then underneath it. She adjusted herself so she was facing me, sliding down my hand until it was right between her legs. I could feel the heat coming off of her, could hear how tense her breathing had become. My cock was hard as a rock by this point, and visibly making a ten of my athletic shorts. I pressed against the fabric of her panties, forcing a slight moan from her lips as we both pretended to be paying attention to the film.

Of course, that was right when class ended. The professor turned the lights on, and I quickly pulled my hand out from under Kristin’s dress. She stood up immediately, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door. At this point, I was confident I had overstepped and ruined any chance I had of actually hooking up with her. Resigned to my fate, I grabbed my things and left the room with the other stragglers.

Kristin was waiting for me just outside the classroom. My heart sank. Was she going to tell me off?

“Hey Dave…so I was thinking…,” she started, glancing back and forth and waiting for the hallway to empty. “My roommate is going to be gone tonight and my boyfriend is going to a party…so like, maybe we could study for our test together?”

As she asked, she twirled her hair in her finger and looked up at my innocently. I was taken aback; this was the last thing I expected.

“Uhhhh yeah, sure thing. I’d really like that! Let’s say 8 tonight?”

“Great,” she responded, smiling up at me. “I’m room 506. See you tonight, study buddy!” She turned and walked briskly down the hallway and out of the dorm, leaving me standing there dumbstruck.

When 8 came around, I found my way to Kristin’s dorm room, and knocked on the door. My heart was beating so fast that I felt like I was shaking. She opened the door wearing tight yoga pants and a baggy T-shirt.

“Come in quick,” she said, glancing down the empty hallway before pulling me in. She glanced down the hallway again before she closed the door. “This is all perfectly innocent, but I wouldn’t want anyone to start spreading rumors.” She turned around and leaned against the door, looking at me. “We wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, right?”

I smiled back at her. “Right.”

We sat on her bed and made the pretense of studying, but we quickly started to flirt again. That’s when she brought up her boyfriend.

“How are things between the two of you?” I asked, prodding for an opening.

She sighed. “Well…we started dating right after welcome week, and he’s great and nice and all of that…sometimes I worry he’s a little too nice actually.”

“I didn’t know someone could be too nice,” I replied.

“Well, usually it’s not too much of a problem, he’s just a bit more conservative than I’d like.”

“How so?” I asked her.

“He doesn’t really like being too physical…and he doesn’t like when I show off. Which just sucks because I love to show off. I even have some lingerie I bought for him that he said he doesn’t like. He said it makes me look like a slut, so I never get the opportunity to wear it.”

“I’ve never heard of a guy who didn’t like lingerie,” I replied, turning to her. “If I had a girlfriend who looked like you, I’d want her to show off as much as possible.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” she said, biting her lip and glancing towards her closet. “Well…would it be weird if I wore it for you? You could like, give me a guys perspective on it, you know?”

I could hardly contain my excitement as I told her I’d be happy to give her my opinion.

“Okay, I’ll slip it on,” she said as she bounced to the closet. “But no peaking mister.”

“No peaking,” I repeated to her with a smile, putting my hands over my eyes. After around thirty seconds, I slowly slide my fingers apart, catching a glimpse of bare skin, making my cock swell.

“I said no peaking,” she teased at me, causing me to put my fingers back together.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“I don’t blame you…you can look now…”

I pulled my hands down from my face as my jaw dropped. Kristin was standing in the corner of the room in front of her full length mirror. She had on red high heels that forced her onto her tippy toes. She had shear black thigh highs on, attached to a garter connected to a black thong. Her ass was on display in the mirror behind her, looking even more perfect than I had imagined thanks to her high heels. Her stomach was exposed, and her perky tits were pressed together in a pink and black lace push up bra. I slide off the bed and slowly walked towards her.

“Well,” she said as I got closer to her, my eyes drinking in every inch of her body, my cock growing harder in my shorts. “Do you think I look like a slut?”

I came right up to her, tracing a finger slowly along the outside of her thigh while looking her in the eyes. “That’s exactly what you look like,” I told her.

“Then treat me like one,” she said quietly. It was all the permission I needed.

I pushed her up against the wall as my hands started to explore her body. My tongue slid into her mouth, her own soft tongue dancing with mine as I grabbed her tits and pushed them together. I moved my hands down in between her legs as my mouth left hers and found her neck. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I held her up against the wall, my hands spreading her legs. I started to rub against the fabric of her thong, feeling how soaked she was already as she dug her fingernails into my scalp.

“Fuck yes Dave, take me like a slut,” she murmured.

Without warning, I pulled her off the wall, turned her towards her bed, and slapped my hand down hard on her ass. She let out a moan, placing her hands on her bed and waving her ass back at me.

“That’s it, spank me like the little cheating slut I am!”

SMACK. The sound echoed through her dorm room. I slid my fingers under the straps of her thong and pulled hard. They snapped off her, the strap torn, forcing another yelp from her mouth. I forced her legs apart and rubbed my hand along her shaved and dripping wet pussy, before moving my hand and slapping it down hard on her ass again.

“Your pussy ass boyfriend doesn’t know how to treat a slut, does he? Luckily I do,” I told her, as I slowly slid a long finger inside her from behind. I could barely get it in, that’s how tight she was. “Now turn around and get on your fucking knees.” I slid my finger out and slapped her thick ass again.

“Yes sir,” she moaned, turning around and dropping to her knees. Her hands immediately grabbed onto the hard shaft of my cock through my athletic short.

“Holy fucking shit,” she moaned, as she rubbed me. “You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend it’s not even funny!”

I reached down and grabbed a handful of her dark red hair, forcing her eyes up to mine as she grabbed my cock. “I’m going to fuck that cute little face of yours,” I told her.

“Fuck yes! Use my fucking throat. Use me like a fucking toy,” she begged, as she dug her fingers under my shorts and boxers, ripping them both down in one motion. My thick 8 inch cock sprung free. She gazed at it in awe as she grabbed it hard in her hand, before lifting it up and sticking her tongue out, dragging it from the base of my balls all the way up to the tip, before sliding the head into her mouth. She dropped her hands to her breasts, cupping them up for me with the head of my cock in her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and slowly pushed her down.

I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, felt her stifle a gag and try to relax her throat. The whole time, her eyes stayed locked on mine. I wiggled my hips slightly and pushed farther, forcing my cock past the back of her throat.

“Fucking take every inch you slut,” I growled as I kept pushing her down harder, until she had taken all of my cock down her throat, my balls resting against her chin. I felt her stifle a gag again, a single tear running down her face. I held her there for one second, two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds, before finally pulling her up off of my cock, letting her catch her breath.

She coughed as my cock came spilling out of her throat, dragging a rope of drool out of her mouth and onto her chest. She reached up and grabbed my wet cock in her hand as she caught her breath.

“Holy shit,” she panted, “fuck yes. Fuck my fucking throat!”

Before she even finished, my hands were back on the back of her head, pushing her down again. “Reach in between your legs and play with yourself, slut,” I commanded her. “I want to feel you moan on my cock like the cheating cock sucker you are.”

She obeyed immediately, one hand on my thigh and the other rubbing her clit as I started to bob her head up and down on my cock. Her stifled moans vibrated on my thick cock as I pushed her up and down on me, faster and faster, hitting the back of her throat and causing her make a “gyak gyak gyak” sound as I felt my balls start to churn, felt the cum start to surge up my shaft. I pulled my cock out, still covered in her drool, and started to stroke it. She looked up at me.

“Don’t stop playing with yourself slut,” I told her. “I want you to cum right when I paint your cute little face with my load.”

“God yes,” she moaned, sliding her fingers inside her tight pussy and leaning back against the bed.

“I fucking needed this,” she panted. “Cover my face in your thick load. Fucking claim me. I’m such a cheating little slut for you. My boyfriend could never make me feel like this. Oh fuck I’m so close. Please cum for me sir. Make me a slut! I’m you’re little slut! I’m you’re cheating whore!”

“Cum for me like the filthy little bitch you are,” I panted at her, feeling myself get closer and closer to the edge. “Cum nice and loud like the desperate cheating slut you always wanted to be.”

“Oh my godddd,” she moaned. She pushed four fingers inside herself as I saw her body start to tense up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to writhe against the bed frame. As soon as I saw her start to cum, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I let out a deep, primal grunt, taking a step closer to her, my hand clamped down hard on the head of my cock, as I felt it explode.

She let out a yell, hitting her head against her bed as she came right at the exact moment the first rope splashed across her face. Rope after thick, white rope erupted out of my cock, drenching her face, her hair, her chest, while she came all over her hand.

“Ffffffffuckkkkkkkkkk,” she let out as the last few drops landed on her face, my hand still gripping my cock hard, rubbing it against her face. She slowly caught her breath as I did, reached up and grabbed my cock in her hand, slide her lips around it, and sucked out the last few drops.

She looked up at me, still catching her breath, my cock in her hand. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” she said.

“I never knew you were such a freak,” I told her, still catching my breath as well.

“You have no idea…but you’ll learn soon.” She gave my cock a kiss, then glanced at her phone that had fallen onto the floor. She had a text from her boyfriend. She picked up her phone and read it, her eyes going wide.

“Shit!” She said, “my boyfriend is on his way back from the party. You need to go, now!”

I quickly gathered my things as she cleaned up. As I was about to leave, she stopped me, and gave me a deep kiss. I could taste my own cum on her breath. She looked me in the eyes. “I’ll talk to you soon,” she told me, before I quickly opened the door and slid into the hallway.

The next day, I walked by her and her boyfriend in the dining hall. She introduced me to him as her “study buddy.” I shook his hand, and flashed a quick knowing smile to Kristin before moving on to an empty table.

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