Part 1: sexystories/comments/7pdvoo/corrupting_corrine_part_1_mf_mctrl_cheat/
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Hey, are you there?”
Corrine tapped her foot rhythmically and stared straight ahead. Her bangs were in her eyes, but she hadn’t noticed.
“Hey, Corrine.”
Tap, tap, tap.
Kat reached over and snapped her fingers in front of Corrine’s face, causing her to jump slightly. She laughed at herself, as much out of nervousness as humor.
“You okay?” Kat asked, suppressing a chuckle. “You know class is over, right?”
Corrine shook her head. “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,” she said, beginning to collect her things.
Kat stood up next to her. “You usually do,” she said. “It’s just that it’s usually school. I thought you liked bio.”
“Yeah. Sorry.” Corrine stood up and began to follow her friend out of the classroom, chancing a look at the object of her daydreaming as he disappeared into the hall. She’d been stealing glances at him all through the period. Ever since yesterday, Corrine had been looking at a lot of guys she encountered and daydreaming a lot, but this one was overwhelmingly her type. He looked intelligent – glasses, well groomed, stubble, but in good shape and dressed well. The sort of guy she could imagine being both athletically and academically active.
It was as if Kat read her mind. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were dreaming about that guy in the front row,” she said. “Did you see him?”
“Oh, yeah, I saw him. I was thinking he was your type.” *His name is Adam*, she thought. *Adam Trask. Weren’t you listening when the professor was doing roll call*?
“Yeah, well, you know we have the same type.”
This was true. Before Corrine started dating Brian, Kat had been pursuing him, and the result was a temporary strain on their friendship that, once they got through it, had made them closer than ever. The two were similar in many ways, even down to their style, but Kat wore her dark bangs swept to the side and tended toward high-wasted jeans and blouses over Corrine’s preference for colorful dresses and skirts.
“Well, you should say something to him next time,” Corrine suggested. Her heart beat a little faster as she realized she was partially talking to herself, and tried to banish the thought to the back of her mind. Only, it seemed that lately, the back of her mind was the loudest part of it.
The girls emerged onto campus. “Are we still on for tomorrow night?” Kat asked.
“Yeah, as long as Brian doesn’t get stuck at work.”
“He better not.”
“Yeah, he’ll be a total asshole if he can’t make it because he has to, I don’t know, save someone’s life.”
“Just don’t make yourself a martyr.” Kat looked at her oldest friend with a loving, compassionate smile. “You do have needs too.”
“Yeah.” Corrine closed her eyes for a moment and breathed heavily, trying to steady her mind and keep the wrong thoughts out of it.
“Well, hey, worst case scenario, we’ll make it girls’ night,” Kat said. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, see you then.” The girls veered apart, Kat toward her next class and Corrine toward the library, which she’d never gotten around to visiting the day before. She smiled, then, as she remembered her incredible stroke of luck – landing a research assistant position with Dr. Carson, working on Sensory Stimulation Therapy technology, while still a sophomore was beyond her dreams. It may have been an informal position, but it was still an in. And, she felt a strange, almost irrational excitement about getting to do it again, even though she could not remember all that clearly what had actually been involved.
Corrine pushed the library door open and waved her student ID absentmindedly at the front counter as she passed through. *Okay, what did I need again*? she thought. *Right. Research project for PolSci. I hate Plato.*
Everyone in the class had been assigned to do a presentation on a prominent political science thinker in history, and Corrine had drawn Plato. She’d had to read his Apology in her freshman year for a classics course, and found it utterly infuriating: Socrates, she thought, deserved to be put to death just for being so full of himself. Now she had to read The Republic, which she understood was long and full of assertions that everyone should be put in their place rather than determining their own role in life. She already knew that her presentation would be filled with scathing criticism.
These were the thoughts that occupied her as she quickly and efficiently tracked down the books she needed – a copy of the source material as well as some later thinkers’ commentaries on it. Navigating a library was for Corrine almost like being back home and navigating the city; there were few environments in which she was more comfortable. Her focus was entirely on the books she was picking out until she brought them to the checkout counter and looked up.
He was older, probably a grad student. This was not exactly a downside as far as Corrine’s natural reaction was concerned. He was well-dressed, with a thick and meticulously maintained beard. He smiled as he looked up at her and her stack of books. “Did you find everything you need?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Corrine said, placing the stack on the counter in front of him. *Almost everything*, she thought. *God, what am I thinking*?
“Philosophy major?” he asked as he scanned her books.
“Uh, no,” she stammered. “Psych. But, it’s for political science, you know.”
“Ah.” He smiled. “I was a little hopeful there for a second. Philosophy majors are thinning out, and most of them just want to go to law school.”
Corrine swallowed. She knew he wasn’t flirting with her, but couldn’t help imagining that he was, and that if she flirted back he’d take her to the archives where no one else could find them, bend her over a table and fuck her while pulling her hair and holding her arms behind her back.
I love Brian, she thought. She conjured him up in her mind, and focused on her most recent pleasant memory of him. She remembered waking up next to him, the way he spooned her, the way he planted good morning kisses along her neck. But all that did was trigger the one thought she’d been desperately trying to bury:
He can’t make me come. I need a man to make me come.
“Well, you’re all set.” The man behind the counter smiled and pushed the stack of books toward her.
“Thanks,” she said, scooping them awkwardly back into her arms.
“If they convert you to philosophy, come on back and I’ll show you the good stuff,” he said with a smile.
“Okay, thanks!” Corrine rushed out of the library, her arms full, and put all her focus on taking one step after another, as far from him and his beautiful smile and stylish confidence as she could get.
But she couldn’t make it go away: *He can’t make me come. I need to come*.
Her footsteps began to slow, and from the back of her mind, the image began to crawl back into her consciousness: He was turning her over now, so she was looking up at him as he thrust inside her. She turned her head back as she let him position her body and use it as he wished, overcome with waves of pleasure as he filled her again and again.
Before she even realized it was happening, she had turned around and was walking back toward the library.
*Come on, Corrine. Get a grip. You don’t want to cheat on Brian.* She took a few more steps. *I really, really do. I want to cheat on my boyfriend. What am I thinking? But I do.*
The glass door to the library was again giving way before her, and she walked in disbelief at her own brazenness straight to the front counter.
He registered clear surprise the moment he saw her. “What, don’t tell me I convinced you to change majors already?” he asked with a wry smile.
“Uh, I, forgot, there was one more book I needed back in the philosophy section, but it was on the top shelf, and I couldn’t get it,” Corrine said, looking straight down at the carpet. “I was wondering if you could come back there with me and help me get it.”
“Oh, what book was that?” he asked.
“It’s… I can’t remember the title. But I know exactly where it was and what it looked like. Could you help me, please?” Corrine looked at him then, and did her best to beg with her gaze.
He looked at her quizzically, but then shrugged. “Well, lead the way, I guess,” he said, beginning to stand.
As he rose, Corrine got a good look at his figure, which only accelerated the warming between her legs. He was slim and his clothes fit his frame perfectly. He clearly worked out, and his pants were neatly pressed.
*God, I want him to take anything he wants from me.* Corrine led him back to the philosophy section. There, between the shelves and out of side, she made a show of looking around. “Hmm, I thought it was here,” she said.
“Are you sure you don’t remember the name? The author, anything?”
Corrine turned around and put the stack of books she was holding down on the carpet. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, and could not believe that she was about to do what she knew she was going to do. “I can’t remember,” she said, stepping forward.
Corrine knew she looked good that day. She had worn a red and blue patterned v-neck dress that was cut fairly low, though not so much as to give everything away. Just a hint of her breasts peeked out at the bottom of the opening. Now she ran her right hand along the fabric, presenting just a hint more, while her left pulled at the hem, raising it up above her waist. She’d worn a pair of white, lacey, tight-fitting panties that always drove Brian crazy with desire. “I don’t know,” she said. “But… but would you fuck me instead?”
*Oh my god. I said it. I did it. What am I doing?*
His mouth agape, he stood looking down, shifting uncomfortably in a way that Corrine intuitively knew. She looked down below his belt and saw something moving the fabric of his pants. *I bet he’s big. It’s going to happen.*
“I really shouldn’t,” he blurted. He reached up and scratched his hair, a pained expression on his face. “I mean, you’re very attractive, but it really wouldn’t be…”
“Take me to the archives,” Corrine insisted, pulling the hem of her dress even further up. “No one will know.”
He looked, for a moment, like he was about to say something, but he caught it as his mouth opened and then he just stared, his eyes running up and down her body. “I have a girlfriend,” he said. But the confident tone he’d had before was beginning to collapse. The words sounded like a desperate, last-ditch defense.
“I have a boyfriend,” said Corrine. She began to feel more comfortable. If they were both doing something wrong, somehow it was more palatable.
And then he opened his mouth again, and Corrine tensed, and waited, but when he spoke it was not what she’d expected:
“I… don’t have a condom.”
Corrine shut her eyes tight and dropped the hem of her dress. She took an enormous breath, bent down, and grabbed her pile of books.
She walked as fast as she could without breaking into a full run until she had pushed through the door and out onto campus again. She fought back tears, barely keeping her eyes open, and, awkwardly holding her books in one arm, rummaged for her phone.
Finally she passed a bench along the side of the path and sat down, letting the books drop unceremoniously at her side, and began to compose a text. It was going to be the greatest, most heartfelt text she’d ever written. She was going to explain to Brian about the emotional difficulties she’d been having lately, and how much she wanted to talk through them because of how deeply she loved him.
She got about two sentences in before she began thinking about months of sex without orgasms and unfulfilled fantasies about other men, and promptly deleted everything.
She sat on the bench, gazing out over the campus, her phone hanging from her limp hand, and watched the endless stream of students pass her by. Exhausted with trying to control it, she began to let her mind wander. And as it wandered, it pulled her with it. Her eyes drifted over the campus, barely registering the things she saw, until something snagged her attention just a little as her eyes passed over it:
Brenner Hall. She squinted at the words over the awning across the path from her, trying to recall where she’d heard them recently. When the memory finally returned, it rushed to the forefront of her mind.
“Okay, since it’s our first day of class, as I call role let’s all just briefly introduce ourselves,” Professor Long had said that morning. He called forgettable names, and students forgettably introduced themselves, until he got to the one Corrine had been eyeing: “Adam Trask?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m Adam,” he’d said as Corrine had stared at him from the corner of her eye. “I live in Brenner hall, and…”
Corrine began to move almost automatically. She was tired of thinking. The rest of the campus disappeared around her as she honed in on the entrance of the dorm, ignoring the weight of her books as she lugged them toward her target. Finally she reached the glass doors, and awkwardly yanked one open.
The man behind the desk, a bookish looking fellow who was leaning back and fiddling with something on a tablet, looked up at her as she entered and raised his eyebrows. She set the books down on the counter with a thunk, and spoke without taking time to catch her breath.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m wondering if you can help me. I’m looking for Adam Trask, but I don’t know if he’s in right now.”
“Is he expecting you?” the man asked.
“Yeah,” said Corrine. “See, we’re supposed to work on something for bio, but I’m an idiot and I lost his number. I’m really sorry to ask, but do you think you could just tell me his room number, and I’ll see if he’s there?” Corrine delivered this line with her best winning smile and leaned forward slightly. She was momentarily surprised at how easily being deceptive came when she was determined.
“Well, I suppose so,” the man said. “He’s in room 371. It’s on the third floor.”
“Thank you so much.” Corrine beamed at him as she began to pick up her stack again.
“Do you need some help with those?” the man asked, starting to rise from his chair.
“Oh, thank you, but no, I’ve got it.” Corrine proceeded quickly toward the elevator, before he could object. She had to glance back and smile awkwardly at him a couple times while she waited for it, doing her best to look like the books were light and no trouble at all.
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*He’s probably not even in. What the hell are you doing, Corrine?*
She had already knocked on the door to room 371 when this thought passed through her mind, so there was no going back now: if he was in, and he opened the door to find her simply walking away, she’d be so mortified with embarrassment she’d probably drop out of school and fly home.
Yet she still went completely red when the door opened and Adam stood before her, looking her up and down with a puzzled expression. “Uh, hi,” he said.
Though vaguely annoyed by the contrast of his dumbfounded expression to the librarian’s calm eloquence, she found him as beautiful as ever. “Hi, I know we haven’t met, but I’m Corrine Matthews,” she said. “We’re in bio together. Uh, I was wondering if you could help me study. You seem like you really got everything.”
Adam scratched his thick hair and looked dumbfounded. “What?” was all he said.
Corrine did her best to stifle a groan. “Uh, look, these are really heavy,” she said, glancing down at the stack of books in her arms. “Could you give me a hand?”
“Well, yeah.” Adam immediately reached for the books. She’d guessed he would not be able to resist a chance to carry something heavy for a girl.
“Thank you,” she said, genuinely relieved to be rid of the weight. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“I guess.” Adam backed up, holding the books, and Corrine stepped into the cluttered room. It was predictably, though still disappointingly messy. The beds, at least, were clear and uncluttered.
Adam managed to find a clear spot on a dresser by the door. “So what did you need help with, exactly?” he asked as he placed the books down.
“You’ve got condoms, right?” Corrine looked him straight on, doing her best to conceal the accelerated rate of her heartbeat and resist the redness she knew was filling her cheeks.
“What?” He was dumbfounded again.
“That’s how I need you to help.” Corrine took a step toward him, looking downward to avoid melting with embarrassment. “You have them, right?”
“I… yeah,” he stammered. “But, uh…”
“What? You don’t want to?” Corrine still looked downward, but she tried to stand up straighter and show off her figure.
“I, yeah, of course I do. But I mean, my roommate’s gonna be back really soon, I think.”
“Then you better hurry up.”
Corrine stepped forward and pressed her fingers against the crotch of his pants. She could immediately feel him hardening underneath.
“Holy shit,” he said under his breath. “You’re crazy.”
“You want to, right?”
“Yeah, yeah…” he turned to the dresser on which he’d laid Corrine’s books and pulled open the top drawer, scrambling through loose socks and underwear for what Corrine could only assume was a box of condoms. She continued to stroke him, afraid for some reason that he’d go soft if he took too long finding the box.
*Why am I worried about that?* As soon as Corrine had the thought, memories came rushing back to her of her first time with Brian. Both of them had struggled awkwardly in his car, figuring it out as they went along, and it took him so long to get the condom on that he’d started to soften. It was a short-lived problem, and not one that they’d ever had again. But it stuck in her memory, and now, at the worst possible moment, thoughts of Brian were flooding her mind again. Shame and fear welled up in the pit of her stomach.
*Why am I doing this?* she asked herself. *Because I need someone to make me come. He can’t make me come.*
She thought back again to the night in the car when she’d lost her virginity. *Did I really not come that night?* She searched her memories, but the orgasm wasn’t there, which sent a fresh surge of longing through her.
Adam was now unzipping his pants, having successfully pulled a condom from his drawer. As his erection was freed, Corrine grasped it instinctively. She wanted it harder and longer. It was big enough for her to grasp all the way around and stroke up and down without her hand slipping off, which she found satisfactory.
He moved in to kiss her, beginning to reach for her shoulders, but she backed off, lifting her dress and falling back onto his bed. “Hurry,” she said. “You said your roommate is coming back.”
“Yeah, right,” Adam said, sounding a little disappointed to be rushed. He frantically began applying the condom, while Corrine slid her panties down her legs and onto the floor. She then placed her feet on the bed with her legs spread, and began to stroke her clit in circular motions, which she was pleased to notice made Adam’s eyes go wide and his jaw drop slightly.
“Come *on*,” she urged. He obliged instantly, rushing to the edge of the bed and grasping her by her thighs. As he entered her she felt a thrill rush from her legs through her whole body, one she could only have described as electric.
*I’m cheating on Brian,* was the thought that accompanied it. *Oh, god, what the fuck am I doing?*
But the coherence of her thoughts was quickly demolished as Adam began to fuck her. Though awkward and full of boyish excitement, as opposed to the expertise and control she’d have preferred, he was young and strong and sizeable enough to give her what she wanted. And she wanted more.
“Fuck me harder,” she demanded through gasping breath. She continued to self-stimulate as he quickened his pace, emitting an unsexy grunt as he did so.
Though every inch of her seemed on fire with satiation, Corrine did not yet feel an orgasm coming on, and as Adam continued to fuck her as hard as he could she heard him breathing more heavily, and worried he might begin to lose steam before she’d gotten what she needed. “*Don’t* stop,” she commanded. The fierceness in her voice shocked her, but she was too delirious with her desire to climax to think about it.
She pulled her head back, shut her eyes and gritted her teeth, stroking her clit faster and emitting a moan that seemed to give Adam a temporary renewal of energy. Just as he began to speed up again, though, he stopped all at once.
Corrine surprised herself with her own anger as she opened her eyes and sprang up to see what the problem was, but that emotion was replaced almost instantly with a seizing up in her chest that she couldn’t describe. The door had opened, and another boy, presumably Adam’s roommate, stood in its empty frame.
He looked away sharply after an intense two-second stare at Corrine. “Come on, man, we worked out times for this,” he complained.
“Sorry, man.” Adam was desperately trying to put his boxers on.
Yet Corrine, to her own surprise, did not instantly reach for the bed sheet to cover herself. Instead she was examining the roommate. He was stockier than Adam, with an almost bear-like build, and thick curly hair. He was not Corrine’s type. But suddenly, as the darkest idea she’d ever had crept into her mind, that seemed not to matter so much.
She sat straight up, reached out and stopped Adam as he attempted to pull his boxers up. She began to stroke his half-softened erection over his condom, and felt it beginning to return to its former state almost immediately. “It’s okay,” she said, looking at Adam’s roommate. “He can fuck me too.”
The boys looked at each other as if seeking approval. “This girl’s crazy,” Adam said, almost apologetically. His roommate was already looking back at Corrine, though, and running his eyes along her.
“Are you cool with it?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess.” Adam groaned immediately after stammering the words, as Corrine picked up the pace at which she was stroking him.
“Get a condom,” she instructed. Adam was already reinsterting himself between her legs, and she learned her head back, delirious with satisfaction. “Don’t stop until he’s ready.”
Adam went back to his previous pace as his roommate stood at the edge of the bed, undoing his pants with one hand and dangling a condom with the other. Corrine watched him as he stroked himself, quickly growing to full length, and she felt a thrill shoot up her spine as she realized he was visibly larger than Adam. As soon as he’d got the condom stretched along his erection, she demanded, “give him a turn.”
Adam somewhat reluctantly pulled out, and his roommate grabbed Corrine by the legs, yanking her toward the end of the bed. She surprised herself by squealing with delight at the feeling of being pulled around. When he began to enter her, she surprised herself again by moaning louder than she knew she was capable.
As his roommate began to fuck her, Adam climbed onto the bed next to her, stroking his erection, and pulled his condom off. “Will you suck it while he fucks you?” he asked.
“No,” Corrine snapped, her eyes shut tight. The boy whose name she did not even know was filling her to an extent she’d never felt before, and she was vaguely annoyed at the interruption.
“Come on, I’ll go soft,” Adam insisted, shifting closer to her.
“Just jerk yourself off,” she argued. She did not come to his room to suck anything, only to get her orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” Adam’s roommate muttered. “I might cum already.”
Corrine growled in frustration and reached out for Adam’s erection. “Fine, do what you have to,” she groaned. She was getting close, but was afraid she’d miss her chance.
Adam did not wait for any more words of approval. He yanked off his condom and his member was in her mouth before she’d finished her sentence. Her annoyance was drowned out by continuing arousal as she felt an orgasm begin to approach.
“Oh my god,” Adam’s roommate groaned. He was not slowing down despite his imminent premature ejaculation. “Where did you find this slut?”
Corrine was immediately furious at being called a slut in response to her generosity, but somehow she felt no less aroused, and even found her anger exciting. She reached down and began to stroke her clit as she was fucked from both ends, and she gagged on Adam as she tried to moan in ecstacy. It was coming. She was coming.
The orgasm seemed to last forever. She did not care that she was gagging or that she’d been verbally degraded. The orgasm was everything. Her thighs shook and her heart raced and her free hand clenched the sheets desperately.
Her mouth was suddenly warm and salty. She felt Adam’s semen flooding it, and without room to spit it anywhere, she grudgingly swallowed, feeling it coat her throat as it went down. She could no longer tell which parts of her escalating heartbeat were due to anger and which due to excitement. The emotions melded together and overtook her. Her back arched, she clenched the bed so tightly it felt like her muscles would burst. Adam’s roommate was practically roaring as he came.
When the boys pulled out, she was still stroking her clit, breathing heavily, and emitting soft whimpers.
*Who am I?*
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Hey everyone. It’s been a really long time since I posted part 1 of this story, and I did not mean for it to take so long to get to part 2, but life just kept getting in the way. I’m sort of a perfectionist, so I just couldn’t bring myself to post it until I really felt it was complete, and I just kept not having the time and energy I wanted to put into it.
It’s here now, though, and I hope it’s good enough to justify the long wait.
So, the obvious question: When is part 3 out?
The answer: right now.
What was going to be part 2 got so long that I ended up having to split it in half, but I wanted to finish it all before posting. So, part 3 is: here! sexystories/comments/9bq0x1/corrupting_corrine_part_3_mctrl_cheat/
Will there be a part 4? Yes. Will it come out fast than 2 and 3? I hope so. No promises.
As before, comments and PMs with any types of reactions, feedback or questions are extremely welcome. It helps to know that people are reading the story. Asking me about the progress of part 4 won’t bother me; it’s nice to know people are interested.
Thanks to everyone who commented on and upvoted part 1, and I hope I haven’t taken so long that you’ve lost interest.
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