He made eyes with me across the room. Well, more at me than with. I felt a flutter in my chest, excitement from being wanted…and from the naughtiness.
Realizing what was coming over me, I slipped out of the frat house and pulled out my phone. I held myself tight, to protect against the cool air and.. myself.
“Hey, I.. I want to see you.” I want to be better, I told myself.
“I’m out at the club social until late, what’s up?”
“I don’t want to be.. bad. I need you.”
There was a pause on the phone. “Still there?” My breathing picked up. He must realize what was going on, and cheating again.. I can’t imagine he would take me back a third time.
“What are you wearing?” His voice had chilled. This wasn’t a request. I looked down to take inventory; it recentered me.
My voice quivered. “Jean skirt and an off the shoulder black top.”
“And?” It was so simple, so short.
“My brown strap sandals, the ones with the two inch heels.” There was silence on his end, and I realized he wanted a full inventory. No, demanded. My heart started racing. I looked around to ensure no one was eaves dropping.
“A yellow bra, the one strap on my shoulder showing.” I pulled up on my underwear to remind myself what was covering my naughty bits. “My white and yellow striped cotton panties.”
“I like those on you, no one else gets to see. Take them off.”
I blinked. “Now.” Down they went. I had to crouch to get them around my sandals. A guy across the street gave me a weird look, but it was dark enough that he couldn’t tell my panties were now in my hand. I think.
“Hair?”
“Down and back, resting behind my shoulders.”
Another silent demand. Oh.
“Shaved, a little landing strip with a cute heart at the top.”
“Show me.” I turned my back to the road and faced the house. Lifting the front of my skirt, I squatted a bit to spread my legs. My phone snapped a picture.
The flash was startling, and I stood up abruptly. Previewing before I sent the illicit shot, it showed an upside-down heart on a bed of bright pink skin. My lips were puffy and glistening.
Send.
“You’re really hot for this guy, hm?”
“…In general. I want, I want the attention, and you’re not -”
“Three rules. One, lust not love. Nothing gentle. Two, on you, not in you. Three, send me photos of the event and the aftermath. Repeat them.”
“One, it’s hard and physical.” I felt a droplet slip down my thighs.
“I expect evidence of such.”
“Two, he doesn’t finish me. Three -”
“Wrong. He finishes on your bare skin. Again, from the top. And stop using polite language, you’re about to sleep with another guy. You can be a slut tonight only if you play the part.”
“One, we..fuck hard and fast. No love. Two, he cums on me, not inside me..my vagina. Three, I take pictures after we’re done and send them to you.”
“Pictures of?”
“Photos of my body. My breasts, my clothes on the floor, my..used pussy.”
“And him.”
“And him, and the marks of passion on his chest, his cock filling me up.”
“Good. I expect to see hand and claw marks, your pussy to be redder than it is now. Good luck with that. Go to my room immediately after, I’ll evaluate you and take my own release. Now go get fucked.”
Click.
I tied my panties on my wrist like a scrunchie, took a breath, then headed inside. My thighs were slick.
The music was pounding and there were more people than earlier, but I found the guy who eyed me earlier at the bar talking with his friend. I walked straight up to him.
“Hi, I’m Mandy. Want to dance?”
“Hi, I’m.. sure.” I pulled him off his stool and started moving to the music. We weren’t forced together by the crowd, but I danced up on him even so. When his hands went from my sides to the small of my back, I lowered them to my ass. That perked him up.
“I love this song,” I shouted over the music. I couldn’t hear any of it over the thumping bass. He said something back. I spun around and ground my ass against his hard spot. His hands rotated accordingly to the front of my hips.
I bent over to the music, my skirt working it’s way up to show the bottom of my ass. His hands slid down to the skin of my thighs, then up, sliding under my skirt but pulling it up too. I reached back and pulled his head into my shoulder, quivering as his fingertips snuck their way closer to my vagina.
He brushed the damp outer fold. The pulse of his cock against my ass meant he must have realized I wasn’t wearing underwear. His whole hand was suddenly pressed against my vagina. I put my hand on top of his, forcing both our fingers inside me. Fuck that felt good.
My skirt was hiding nothing, but from the angle only his friend got a full view. I winked at him. He pulled out his phone and took a picture. I closed my eyes and our grinding dance turned to just grinding.
I turned and talked in his ear, his hands now on my bare ass. “Where’s your room?” He motioned upstairs. “Let’s.”
He lead the way. Without the shield of the two guys I sheepishly pulled my skirt down and shuffled after him. He entered his room, his bed unmade and empty energy drink cans on his desk. There was a poster of a topless brunette on the wall, her breasts only covered because they were pressed against a motorcycle.
As soon as the door closed, I unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers to the ground. Hopping up on the bed I spread my legs. He blushed at my braisenness, his penis only half erect from what must be anxiety. I motioned for him, taking his hands and placing them on my breasts. He squeezed timidly. This wasn’t working.
“You like my breasts?” He nodded. I reached for his penis and caressed it. “I said, do you like my tits? Because I can’t tell. Like, I really like your fucking cock.” I gave it a tight squeeze.
“Yes, I love your tits!” He grabbed them. It hurt, fuck, and the wire of my bra squeezed into me.
“Then take them out!” I started yanking his penis. He pulled my top down, then bra, so both were tangled around by belly with my skirt. He pulled at my nipples, then leaned in and licked them.
“Use your teeth,” I murmured in his ear. He obliged. I guided his now functionable cock onto the entrance of my pussy. He felt my warmth and bit down on the skin around my areola. Damn that hurt! And yet..
“Just the tip,” I said, rocking just a bit against the top of his penis. I wasn’t up for completely cheating. I mean, another guy’s cock filling me up would be scandalous. A half inch in, a half inch out. The difference between the cool air and or warmth together. An inch out, an inch in. An inch out, all the way in.
“Shit!” I pressed my whole self against him. We locked and my hands clawed his back, searching under his shirt for skin. His hands pushed me flat into the bed, then went to grabbing my breasts, then hips. They ripped my shirt. His eyes drank in how my enflamed lips were wrapped against his member.
“My pussy wet enough for you? You gonna fuck me or what?” With the taunting he started pumping. The wonderful feeling of a guy sliding against my inner ribbing took over my senses. “That’s better, fuck my slutty pussy.” His pumps got more intense. I grabbed my phone, and went to send my boyfriend a picture of myself getting reamed as instructed. After a bit of fumbling I managed to get a close up of being penetrated, and another of him grunting in pleasure. Then I tossed it to the side. Some things are just too hard to do with a cock inside of you.
“Damn your slit feels good, you like being slutty don’t you? You like getting fingered while the frat watched!” I did, but hearing it out loud made me blush.
“You liked it when I threw myself at you, didn’t stop for a second when your hand went under my skirt! Fuck, harder!” I grabbed his hips and dug my nails into him, pulling for more. And more. And more.
“I’m coming!” It snapped me out of the blissful sex. I rocked my hips back as he shot his load; the first spurts went deep inside and the rest sprayed all over my vagina. Fuck me.
“Damn that was fun. You were pretty naughty with the photos,” he said, picking up his own phone. “Spread for the picture!” What’s done is done, I guess. I slid my legs apart dutifully. He took a couple shots, then spread my pussy lips and took another. “You’re a wet mess!”
I felt very self aware, but hearing him talk about how he just used me did nothing to calm me down. I ran my fingertip over my clit, using his cum and my liquid as lubricant. Damn major fuck up for him to cum inside me, my boyfriend will be furious. But maybe there was a way to salvage the situation.
“Send one to your friend and get him up here, I need him too.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/eapkin/mandy_tries_to_be_good