After college, I lived with three housemates for a while. I’d gotten a job with a health insurance company that didn’t pay particularly well but was enough for the time being and I was just enjoying being single and still living a little bit like I was in college (a couple of my housemates still were. There were a lot of empty beer cans left out every weekend.)
One of my housemates had actually developed feelings for me, and she was pretty hot, but she’s not the subject of this story – the haters will be glad to know in this case I managed to act scrupulously and never took advantage of her feelings. We’ll call this friend M.
I used to go with M sometimes when she was having drinks with her coworkers at a bar downtown. Several of them were still under 21 and used fake IDs, so I always felt a little old to be in that crowd, but I wasn’t the sort to turn down in invitation to drink in those days. At any rate, I’d joined M one evening and when we arrived my eye was immediately drawn to someone I hadn’t seen in this group before. Physically, she was exactly my type: cute face, big eyes, slightly wavy brown hair, C cups. But right off the bat, her manner and style annoyed the hell out of me. She was wearing a tight polka-dotted midriff-showing halter top, pleated skirt and a headband, and she had a belly button piercing that dangled down to her waist. I’ve always disliked showy dressers, whether male or female. It also just happened that the only table free when M and I got there was the one she was sitting at so I wound up next to her, and when I introduced myself she was perfunctory and barely glanced my way – apparently she didn’t think much of me either. She appeared to be generally bored and was constantly looking around as if searching for someone; when she went to the bathroom M told me she was keeping an eye out for some guy she’d hooked up with the other day and was expecting to be present, which we both rolled our eyes over.
I did get her name so we’ll call her E, and I managed to get a little bit of conversation out of her. We had some common ground in love of Miyazaki films and she was trying to learn to play guitar but never practiced. This didn’t last so I mostly just ignored her.
Eventually the guy she was waiting for showed up and she eagerly went to sit around him instead, which was fine by me. I spent the rest of the time at the bar making fun of her to M, who didn’t seem to disagree but still scolded me for being a dick (which to be fair, I was being).
However, if you’ve read my previous stories, it probably won’t surprise you that I was also kind of turned on by how vapid and annoying I thought she was, and I couldn’t help stealing glances at her from time to time and thinking what it would be fun to do to her. Interestingly, she eventually seemed to start losing interest in the guy she’d been so excited to see, and even wandered away from the table and started talking to some guy at the other side of the bar. The dude had clearly come to see her and did not look happy about this. When I remarked on this to M and the others I was now sitting with they said she was always losing interest in guys and then I heard some interesting stories about her. She had lost a lot of weight a year ago, so getting stares from men everywhere she went was fairly new for her. The last guy she’d been hooking up with she stopped talking to at a party recently where she then proceeded to go around making out with every other girl in attendance who would go for it and wound up going home with a guy she met afterwards.
As the evening went on, we decided to get some takeout beer and go back to the house so we could keep drinking cheaper and people could smoke. We didn’t quite have enough cars because only a couple people were still sober, so I agreed to have someone sit on my lap in the front seat of M’s car to fit everybody. I know what you’re thinking, but no, it wasn’t E – it was this other girl H who I got along with just fine. E was packed into the middle seat in the back, and she loudly asked if she could put her bag up front since there was barely any room back there. Instinctively, I said “no,” with just the right amount of indifference and timing to send the message that I was just being a dick as a natural reaction, not as a joke or intentionally.
E, who was clearly used to getting everything she asked for from guys, was apparently stunned into silence by this and didn’t know how to react, as she just continued to hold her bag up but didn’t say a word. M chastised me gently and turned around to take the bag and put it under my legs, which I didn’t react to.
When we got back to the house, M realized we didn’t have much clean glassware and asked me as a favor to wash some dishes real quick. Believe it or not I am often a nice person, so I agreed. I washed some glassware in the kitchen while loud music and the smell of weed wafted in from the living room, and thought to myself that maybe I was getting a little old for this sort of thing. Maybe I’d even just call it a night early after finishing the dishes.
To my surprise, though, E showed up in the kitchen. Only, she didn’t say anything… she was dancing. I guess the idea was for her to have just naturally danced her way into the other room? Again without thinking I made a remark, but this time I surprised myself with how blunt it was: “If you’re looking for someone to pay attention to you, you’re in the wrong place.”
When she responded she clearly wanted to sound casual, but stumbled a bit over the words: “No, I just like to dance and I don’t care what anyone thinks.” Immediately after, though, she danced her way back out of the kitchen.
Okay, I thought. Very independent of you, little girl. When I finished washing glasses I took them into the living room and made conversation with M and H for a while, but the more I thought about it, the more I was not feeling this night anymore. Meanwhile, the guy E had previously hooked up with had clearly taken her loss of interest hard and was nearly passed out, his head hanging in front of him, which no doubt further cemented that she’d decided to move on. At that point I just found the whole scenario depressing.
After grabbing a drink I ended up following one of our cats onto the stairs where I began to hang with her instead. And then, who appeared again, but E – she sat herself right down on the steps and made like she also wanted to pet the cat.
It might sound like I hated this girl, but I can honestly say I didn’t hate her. I just found her annoying and childish. In that moment, though, for some reason I decided not to be a dick and to just let her sit there. Soon, though, she started talking about the guy she’d rejected. “I just can’t see myself with someone who can’t handle alcohol like that,” she was saying, as if she’d only just decided she was over him. She went on to talk about another guy she’d met on OKCupid recently, and how she was thinking maybe he was the guy for her, but she just wasn’t sure.
I managed to acknowledge these comments without saying anything sarcastic, though I didn’t express much interest, either, but somehow this then led to her talking about how she could “see people’s auras,” and well… that did it.
I asked her what my aura told her about me. She said that I’m the kind of person who you can just talk about anything to. I told her that was bullshit because she could say it to anyone and the vast majority of people would be like “yeah, that’s totally how I am.” She didn’t really have much of a response to that, so I went on. “Like here, I’ll do it to you. Tell me if I’m right. You fall for guys quickly and easily, but you always end up realizing that you’re still young and trying to figure everything out, and at the end of the day what you’re really about is just having fun right now. You don’t want to be tied down. That’s why you’re hesitating about this guy from OKCupid now. They always seem great until they start getting clingy, and then you back away.”
She looked at me with her big dumb eyes, and said that was exactly right, I saw right into her, so I continued. “And you know what? Deep down, you love the attention you get from all the guys around you every day. I know you do. You like when they stare at you, you even like when you reject them. It makes you feel good about yourself. You don’t need to deny it.”
She looked away, but said, “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Like that kid down there.” I gestured downstairs. “You know the reason he’s wasted is because you turned him down. You’re just using that as an excuse. Really you just like being an attention whore.”
Her mouth went wide when I said that and I could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears, but she didn’t say anything, so I reached out and ran a hand through her hair, grasping a bunch of it at her scalp and tilting her head back, which caused her to gasp softly. “What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper.
I pulled her toward me and told her to bend over my legs. She didn’t comply right away, so I said, “I think what you really need is for someone who’ll put you in your place.” I pushed forward on her scalp again and repeated my instruction, and she bent over my legs.
I pulled her skirt up. She was wearing black lacy panties and her ass looked incredible in them. I spanked her hard on each cheek, and she whimpered each time. “Any of those guys you play around with do this to you?” I asked. All she did was shake her head, so I spanked her several more times, leaving bright red marks. I pulled her up toward me again by her hair, leaned in close to her and softly called her an attention whore again while I kept spanking her. Finally I reached under her ass, pulled her panties aside and stuck two fingers inside her. She was drenched. Whispering in her ear, I asked why it was making her so wet to treated like this. She didn’t have any response.
I began to stand up, still grasping her hair, and pointing her in the direction of upstairs. She began to stand but I pressed down on her head, keeping her on her hands and knees, and spanked her forward. She started to crawl up the stairs. I said “that’s more like it” and continued to spank her as she crawled. When we reached the top of the stairs I decided I couldn’t wait to go down the hall so I undid my pants, yanked her head toward me and turned her face around, basically colliding with my erection. She immediately wrapped her mouth around it and started to do a slow and sensual blowjob. I responded by grasping her hair again and shoving her down my shaft. She made delightful gagging noises as I started to fuck her mouth.
Very soon I couldn’t stand it anymore, though, so I leaned down and picked her up (I’m a pretty tall dude and she was pretty short, so it wasn’t very hard), carrying her like I’d taken her as a prize into my room and tossed her onto my bed. She was moaning and playing with herself as I turned on the light and started removing my pants. I told her to take her top off, which she immediately began doing, and as I climbed on the bed behind her I reached over her into the drawer of my bed side table. When she saw me taking a box of condoms out, she immediately said, “I have an IUD.”
Obviously I still should have used the condom, but the fact she didn’t want me to made me even hornier than I was so I just yanked her ass up in the air and guided my cock inside her. She was tighter than any other girl I’d been in before. I’m not porn star hung or anything, but I am above average, and she was tight enough that she was moaning in a way that suggested to me it hurt, which made me start to fuck her harder. She began moaning in a way that almost rhythmically changed pitch at the rate I fucked her, which was driving me crazy.
I pulled her upright by her hair and played with her breasts with my other hand, asking her if she’d ever gotten fucked like this before. She blurted out no in between her moans. “Yeah, they all tried to take care of you, didn’t they? Every guy you fucked before treated you like a princess?” I asked.
She nodded and moaned “uh huh.”
I slapped her face and tightened my pulling on her hair. “I fuck you like a whore,” I told her.
She moaned “uh huh,” again. She was stroking her clit while I pounded her and continuing to moan. Then I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my digital camera off of it (this was long ago enough that smartphone cameras hadn’t made point ‘n’ shoot digital cameras obsolete), set it to video, and put it in front of her face. I told her to look at it and say that she’s a dumb attention whore. She looked straight ahead and said, “I’m an attention whore. I’m an attention whore.” She kept repeating it several more times into the camera without even being told to, furiously rubbing her clit and moaning, and then tensed up and began to orgasm. I finally slowed down and caught my breath while she stiffened against my cock and buried her face in my bed sheets. When her shudders began to subside, I pulled out of her and sat myself down on the bed in front of her, pulling her face up by her hair again and putting her mouth back on me.
“You like the taste of your slutty pussy?” I asked her. Her muffled “Mmmhmm” was adorable. When I came, I didn’t warn her or pull out of her mouth, I just unloaded right into her throat, holding her down while I did so. Spit and cum leaked out of her mouth while she gagged and I ordered her to clean it all up once I let her off my cock. She was still gasping while she licked me clean between my legs. At the end of it she rolled over onto her back, breathing heavily.
This might sound odd, but I found myself feeling affectionate towards her then, as she lay in my bed topless with her skirt up around her belly button and her soaked panties still exposed. I lay down next to her and whispered “good girl” in her ear, pulling the sheet up over us. She shifted closer to me and we drifted off.
In the morning, she seemed surprised at herself when she woke up and remembered what we’d done, and initially she seemed embarrassed and unhappy. Then I showed her the video on my camera of her getting fucked from behind and moaning “I’m an attention whore” into the camera, and she got very quiet. We ended up fucking again in the bed and then the shower before she left.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/va673p/im_didnt_know_what_negging_was_but_i_figured_out
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