Your Inner Slut Pt. 03

This is the next instalment of the series, really getting into it now. Thanks to all who have read the previous two parts.

Thanks again to Jacob for editing.

Quick Summary:

University student Carly cheated on her absent boyfriend Aaron. She was caught by her roommate and BFF's boyfriend, Jack. He threatened to expose Carly's indiscretion unless she did what he wanted.

Carly was given a choice: To let her secret be revealed and lose her boyfriend. Or give in to Jack's disgusting demands. She loathed Jack, but what could she do?

After going down on Carly he demanded she return the favour. Later he cornered her in the library and forced her to blow him. Then after she had fulfilled what he wanted he fucked her against the bookshelves. Now Carly hopes her ordeal is over and Jack is satisfied. But is he?

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For the next few days after the incident in the library, Jack acted like nothing had happened. We barely interacted at all and he seemed wholly disinterested in me. Whilst I felt relief that my ordeal was finally over, I felt consumed with guilt.

Every time I saw my best friend Gemma, I felt a twisted knot in my stomach. I had sucked on her boyfriend's dick and even had it deep inside me. I hated Jack for putting me in that position and hated myself more for allowing it.

I had no one to talk to about what had happened. I knew it would help to work through the guilt by voicing it to someone, and naturally, Gemma would be the obvious choice. We were like sisters and usually told each other everything.

Unfortunately, as Aaron's sister and Jack's girlfriend, she was the last person I could turn to. I couldn't talk to Connor as, well I didn't know him that well, and I needed a girl's perspective. The fact he lived with us wouldn't help matters. Sadly, all my other friends were also friends with Gemma, so I was stuck on my own.

We all continued living together in our shared house. Gemma's birthday was coming up in a few weeks and she wanted a house party. I had so far avoided drinking since that night with Connor and worried about what Jack would do or say if we were both under the influence. If I'm honest I didn't trust myself either. Aaron was supposed to be coming down that weekend, which further increased my anxiety. I tried to persuade him not to come. But he was insistent; Gemma was his sister after all.

By then it would be over a month since we had seen each other. I toyed with the idea of surprising him by visiting him this weekend. Maybe if I saw him in a different environment, away from Connor and Jack, I wouldn't feel as guilty? We could enjoy a dirty weekend together and reconnect. Hopefully, that would at least satisfy my out-of-control sex drive.

But there was a small voice inside me telling me that he would sense my anxiety. He would pester me and what If I broke down and revealed everything? No, better to wait another few weeks and let time dull the feelings of guilt and shame inside me.

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I spent my time studying and avoiding all my housemates as best I could. It hurt me to not spend time with Gemma, but how could I? Not when she was always around her dickhead boyfriend.

I felt a tingle whenever I went to the library. Experiencing pleasure in public here had been one of the most erotic moments of my life. I hated that it was with Jack; it tainted the whole experience and made me sick thinking about it.

When I wasn't studying or sleeping, I was at the gym. Connor got his fitness from sport, and Gemma and Jack hadn't been to the gym for ages to my knowledge. I guess they were keeping fit by fucking. Imagining Jack fucking Gemma from behind, as he had with me was shamefully arousing.

In my first year with Gemma, I had dressed conservatively at the gym; big baggy shorts and oversized t-shirts. Now that I had lost weight, I felt the compulsion to show the work I had put in. Stereotypically, I now wore very tight-fitting yoga shorts, which were a pain to put on but made my arse look insane. To complete the look, I wore a tight Lycra crop top, that cupped my tits exquisitely.

I enjoyed the looks I got from the gym sharks. The muscle-bound guys who pretended not to drool over me. I had gone from avoiding being near anyone as I worked out, to shamelessly picking machines in clear view. It was harmless exhibitionism and made me feel good.

After all the crap with Jack and Connor, I even felt guilty for doing that. Aaron didn't deserve it, so I chose to go to the gym early in the morning before class. No self-respecting student was getting up that early to work out. As I expected the gym was empty.

I worked up a sweat warming up on the treadmill before starting my routine. My blonde hair was tied in a long ponytail and there was a slight sheen on my creamy skin. I headed over to the weights section and started doing squats. I had sculpted a pretty amazing arse and needed to maintain it. After several lunges, I moved onto my upper body.

Laying on the bench press I selected my weight and completed a set. I had perhaps not been concentrating and went a little heavy, as I started to struggle. The bar wobbled alarmingly as I tried to push it back up.

"Hey, watch yourself!" came a voice from above and I saw Jack come into view.

He reached over and grabbed the bar, easily lifting it and putting it back into place.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" I said in shock.

"Erm, working out. What's it look like?" Jack said with a confused expression.

He was wearing an old ripped, gym kit that showed off his lithe muscles well. He was not a roided muscle man but still had a decent body.

"Oh, so you randomly choose to work out now! When I'm here!" I said, standing up, folding my arms, and wearing a scowl.

"The world doesn't revolve around you, sweetheart. Didn't even know you'd be here. Don't care either," Jack said with a shrug, as he walked off.

"Bastard," I grumbled as I carried on my exercises.

Seeing the smug bastard made my skin crawl and my blood boil. I watched as he walked over to the treadmill facing the mirrors. It was hard to concentrate on my workout with Jack there. I could feel him leering at me, but whenever I looked over, his eyes were staring at his phone. He had it in a case, stuck to the mirror, and ran whilst watching a show. What a prick! That will leave a horrible smudge on the glass, I thought.

Everything that twat did was disrespectful and vile; I was finding fault with everything about him. His stupid running gait, that old, ripped, gym top, his stupid floppy hair - the way it bounced as he ran. How his ass flexed and the way his thigh muscles tensed as he powered through the run. The light film of sweat glistened on his skin. Fuck! Was I getting turned on?

What the fuck was wrong with me?

The more I glanced at him the more irritated I became that I hadn't caught him looking at me. I started doing more suggestive exercises; deep squats, chest extensions, pushing my tits out - anything to get him to look. I wanted another chance to rage at the smug little prick.

When he finished his run, he pulled the phone off the mirror and hopped off the treadmill. He left his disposable drink bottle in the cup holder and headed to the changing rooms. 'Littering' on top of everything else! I stormed over and grabbed the bottle, following him to the changing room.

The gym was in an old University building. It had one female changing room and three male ones, all small from what I had heard. But the smallest was the old sauna room that had been ripped out to increase the guys' changing options. I had joined a protest with Gemma over why it hadn't been made a female changing room.

I walked past each changing room, not seeing a soul anywhere. When I reached the old sauna room I barrelled in and saw Jack. He stood in the middle of the room completely stark bollock naked. Steam started to billow out of one of the two shower cubicles nearby.

"You left this, you fucking slob," I said throwing the plastic bottle at his head.

As it still had some water in it, the bottle flew straight towards him at pace. Jack caught it in one hand and threw it in the bin nearby in one smooth movement.

"Cheers," he said, as he strode over to the showers. Ignoring me completely.

I stood enraged at the sheer arrogance of the guy. He hadn't batted an eyelid when I walked in; hadn't flinched and tried to cover his cock, or anything.

"Can I help you with anything else?" Jack said smugly, as he walked past me and opened the shower door.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said, exasperated at the situation. I tried to keep my eyes on his face and not stray to his, not unimpressive, cock.

"Me? You're the one perving. You stared at me the whole time out there then followed me into the changing rooms. I've a mind to have you done for sexual harassment!" Jack said with a straight face, standing naked just a foot from me.

"I harass you!" I screamed, the indignation burning in my soul.

He flashed an arrogant smirk, knowing he had successfully got under my skin. A moment of madness overtook me and all the shame, guilt and anger flared inside me, to the point where I couldn't think rationally. Without thinking I pulled my balled fist back and launched it at his arrogant face.

Jack caught my fist in his hand a few inches from his face and yanked it back, pulling me off balance, and making me fall against him. He spun me around facing away from him, wrapping his strong arms around me, clamping my arms to my sides, as he grabbed hold of my wrists.

"Now that wasn't very nice, was it? You wanna add assault charges to the harassment?" Jack's deep voice whispered into my ear.

"Get the fuck off me!" I squealed as I thrashed against his strong grip.

His warm naked body was pressed against me. I could feel his hardening cock digging into my Lycra-covered arse.

"I was ready to let sleeping dogs lie. I was all set to let your slutty little arse off the hook," Jack said, as he flexed his hips, pushing his hard cock against me.

A shiver of fear ran down my spine as I struggled against his grip. He had me at his mercy and I was unable to do anything about it. This lying, cheating, vile excuse for a man could do anything to me. I sensed the tell-tale feeling of arousal between my legs. Oh, Jesus Christ! Was I getting turned on by this?

Steam continued to billow from the shower as Jack had me pinned against his naked body.

"Mmm, I can feel your heart beating so fast, Carly. You're getting off on this aren't you, Slut?" Jack said with a smile.

"Fuck off... Piece of shit!" I said, grunting as I struggled against his grip.

"Nah. I'll be gracious and give you what you so clearly need," he said, opening the door to the shower cubicle and pushing me inside.

I gasped as the warm water instantly drenched my clothes. I pushed myself off the cool tiled wall he had flung me against, and tried to find the door. Jack followed me in and locked the door behind him. Trapped in the shower cubical my feelings of anger were turning into fear.

"Just let me go," I said. My voice was now shaky, rather than angry.

Jack blocked the door in the tight enclosed space; his lean muscles rippled and I saw that his thick cock was engorged. The sick son of a bitch was getting off on this, but my body once again betrayed me, and I could feel my arousal building between my legs.

"Oh no, Carly. You sexually harass me, stalk me, then physically assault me," Jack said with a gleam in his eyes; his thick cock bobbing in the air in front of him.

Was he fucking serious? He had done all of that to me in the library, but now, seeing the hungry look in his gaze I thought better of arguing.

"I'm sorry! Just let me go and we will forget everything," I said, desperate to get out of this situation.

"Too late for that! STRIP!" Jack said, barking out the last word as a command, startling me.

"No," I replied, with little to no strength in my voice.

"Fine. I'll face time Gemma and tell her what a little slut you've been. How you cheated on her precious brother. How you forced me to keep quiet by throwing yourself at me," Jack said, daring me to call his bluff.

"You wouldn't do that to her," I said unconvincingly, banking on his love for his girlfriend.

"Fine," Jack said with a shrug, as he turned to open the door.

My world could collapse in an instant! The prospect of losing my boyfriend and my best friend was too much to bear. I darted over and grabbed his arm, just like he had done to me in the dark library corridor.

Recognising my submission, Jack rounded on me. His strong hands grabbed my neck and pulled my lips to his. I was in such shock that my body just acted naturally meeting his forceful kiss and returning it in kind. The warm shower billowed steam around us as Jack's hands reached down to grab my arse. I moaned into his mouth as his strong palms groped my arse cheeks.

My senses were overloading. All the anger and fear were mingled together, but I was in no position to combat the feelings inside me. Once again just like in the library, I was burning with lustful desire. Standing in the men's locker room, in a shower cubicle, getting felt up by this vile piece of shit - it was intoxicating.

"I knew you wanted it. You dirty little slut," Jack growled, as he lifted me by the arse.

My legs wrapped naturally around his waist for support as my arms coiled around his neck. His thick hard cock was smashed between us and rubbed along my hot, aroused pussy. I stared into his flaming, lustful eyes and fully surrendered. I leaned forward and kissed him passionately, lost in my sinful, shameful lust.

Jack held me close to him as we kissed hungrily. Our tongues entwining and wrestling for dominance. I let out a girlish squeak as he pushed me against the cold, tiled wall. Grabbing onto his neck I started grinding my pussy against his cock, lifting and falling as his thick shaft rubbed along my covered clit.

"Oh, fuck! You're desperate, aren't you?" Jack laughed, as he felt me buck against him.

I didn't care how it made me look or what the consequences were, I needed to get off right now. Jack pushed his hips against mine, pinning my arse against the cool tiles. His hands were now free to peel my sodden yoga top over my head. It wasn't an easy task as the wet material clung like a wetsuit. Finally, he succeeded, and It fell to the floor with a wet smack as our lips once again devoured each other.

My legs gripped his waist hard and locked together around his back to prevent me from falling. Jack's palms were pawing at my naked tits, squeezing and massaging them as we kissed.

"Fuck! We shouldn't be doing this!" I moaned as Jack kissed down my neck.

This wasn't a drunken mistake like with Connor. At this moment it was just two people enjoying each other, fully aware of what they were doing.

"Too late for second thoughts now, slut," Jack growled, as he sucked hard on my nipples.

"Oh shit! That feels so fucking good!" I groaned, despite my misgivings.

Then we heard a voice.

"Yeah, I know. But I can't help it, can I? What? Well, you'll just have to wait," came a deep male voice.

Someone was entering the changing room and appeared to be talking on their phone.

I saw in Jack's eyes the same realisation I had. The voice sounded familiar - perhaps a mutual friend of the group.

If they discovered us, God knows what would happen! I knew a few guys in our friends' group fancied Gemma. No doubt they could use the information to try and break Jack and her up.

Rather than discouraging Jack, it seemed to embolden him. Jack smiled viciously as he put a finger to his lips and gently dropped me to the floor. I stupidly thought he was stopping things, perhaps waiting for the new arrival to get changed and leave before letting me sneak out. But 'No'.

Jack dropped to his knees yanking my tight shorts down with him. His fingernails dug into my skin, creating track lines as my tight shorts peeled down my thighs. I managed to stifle a yelp of surprise, just before I felt his tongue bury itself into my slit. He roughly pulled my right leg out of my shorts and placed it over his shoulder. My hands covered my mouth, stifling my moans as he lapped at my hot wet lips.

My naked back arched away from the cool tiled wall as Jack expertly tongued my aroused pussy. I held on to his hair, pressing him harder against me, desperate to feel his tongue inside me. Jack used his thumb to quickly strum my hard clit as his tongue delved inside.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned through my fingers, hoping the shower was muffling the sound.

I had no idea if we were alone now, or if the newcomer was still just feet away. The thought of someone I knew just feet away, whilst Jack was going down on me, was driving me insane. Burning lust built inside me till I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck! I'm coming! Fuck! Fuck! Argh!" I screamed out into the steam-filled cubicle, as I enjoyed an explosive release.

Jack moved like a demon-possessed. He shot up and roughly grabbed my hips, hoisting me back into the air, pushing me hard against the cool tiles again and thrusting his thick cock deep inside my spasming pussy.

"Oh shit!" I screamed as he thrust deep inside. His thick shaft stretched me against my contracting walls.

Jack didn't wait for me to acclimatise; he just fucked me with hard brutal strokes. Pinning me hard against the wall, he hammered his thick cock into me, driving the air from my lungs. All I could do was hold on to his neck and ride out the savage abuse of my pussy. I loved every single second of it! The animal brutality of his lustful thrusts! The total disregard for my comfort and permission!

My fingers clawed at his back and I tried to hold on as he violently speared me. The sounds of wet flesh smashing together filled the room, above the noise of the shower. I started screaming like a banshee as he drove me to another earth-shattering release.

I had never been fucked like this, ever. I marvelled at the guy's stamina and saw why Gemma put up with his dickhead personality. This man could fuck hard.

"I'm... Gonna... Fill... You... Up... Fucking... Slut!" Grunted Jack with each hard brutal thrust.

"Oh, Fuck yes!" I screamed betraying myself and revealing my burning desire to feel him cum inside me.

As he made his final hard thrust, I felt his cock swell, dumping his warm sticky load deep inside me. Then he surprised me with a passionate and tender kiss. It caught me off guard after his brutal treatment. In my confused state, I returned the long tender kiss as I felt his cock slide out of me.

Jack broke away and opened the shower door before my dazed mind could react. He slapped me on my rear and pushed me out into the cool changing room. I screamed, covering myself as best I could with my hands. Thankfully the room was empty, our visitor having left to work out.

"You Bastard!" I shouted at Jack, enraged.

The anger and hate that had battled my lust for the last few minutes finally won. I couldn't believe that fucking prick had just thrown me out like that.

"That was fun. But I'm done with you now. Be a good little Slut and fuck off," Jack said with a smirk, as he closed the shower door and locked it.

"Jack!" I shouted as I stood in the men's changing room, naked.

I hammered on the door feeling the adrenaline flooding my system. Desperate to knock down the door and smack that vile son of a bitch.

"Oh, and take this shit with you," Jack laughed, as he threw my soaking wet clothes over the cubicle.

They landed with a wet thud on my head, increasing my humiliation. I kicked the door hard, only succeeding in hurting myself.

Fuming, I quickly put on my wet clothes, hating the way they felt on my skin. I ran to the women's changing room thankful to find it empty. I sat in a toilet cubicle as my tears started. The feeling of shame and humiliation flowed over me. What the fuck had I done? Why had I let him do that to me? Why the fuck had I enjoyed it so damn much!

I sat in the cubicle sobbing my heart out for no one to hear. I had no one to turn to for help, no one I could talk to. Was I destined to be a cheating slut for my roommate?

He said that he had planned to stop, and it was me that had followed him; me that put myself in a position that he could exploit. I sat there in despair for ages, wallowing in my misery.

Then I had a thought. An idea so despicable, so devious that it made my tears dry up. I couldn't let this vile man dominate me. I couldn't let Gemma be with a guy that would fuck around behind her back - the irony wasn't lost on me -- and I knew I had to come clean to Aaron, or at least atone for my sins. But I was determined to destroy Jack, wipe that smug arrogant look off his face for good. If he could do this to me. What's to say he hasn't done something like this before?

I got changed and left the gym feeling a renewed sense of purpose. I had fucked up in a way no one could justify; I hated myself and had hit rock bottom. I had shown myself to be a dirty little cock slut, but I wouldn't let that be the last word. Now I had a purpose and a goal.

To destroy Jack!