Collegiate Sluts

Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

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A reminder of where things stand... students Andrea and Natalie are committed sluts, devoted to serving the hunky, well-endowed six Black boys of Frampton House - located conveniently just up the street. Their house mate - Lisa, does not approve, though she only has a vague idea as to what is really going on. Jacqui - their other house mate, is reserved and non-confrontational, though she is on Lisa's side.

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Natalie has an interesting day on campus. Andrea has a date with DeShawn. Lots of anal in this chapter. Once again, I recommend reading the previous chapters.

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8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

Natalie's groaned as she heard her phone rattling away on the floor, for the second time in the last five minutes. It had fallen out of reach between the seats, when she'd leaned over into Wesley's lap.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

"What are you doing? Girl! Leave the fucking thing alone - oh, damn it!" he complained to no avail as Natalie grasped blindly until she found the device.

"Sorry, babe. This won't take long - I hope. It's the second time it's rung... Hello?"

The call didn't last long as Natalie mostly listened and confirmed a few facts - such as her name and student ID and that she was free around 1 pm. Wesley waited patiently for her to finish - during which she absent-mindedly kept her palm in his lap, languidly stroking the length of his cock.

"Who was that?" Wesley enquired. His voice was tinged with irritation at the interrupted blowjob.

Natalie put the phone aside and lowered her head to his crotch before answering. "It was the Vice-Dean's secretary. She's pushed back my meeting to the afternoon," she explained in a clipped note, eager to resume her former task of worshipping Wesley's shiny, black phallus. It had maintained its vitality throughout the call, and it would serve as a distraction to the growing anxious state the call had left her in.

But before her lips could resume, he pulled her head up the chin and kissed her deeply. Naturally, Natalie met his lips and tongue with equal passion of her own, melting into his embrace as his free hand slid into her open jeans to fondle her pussy, which had been gathering a steady dampness since she'd started fellating him.

"You know - I ain't in the mood to just get my dick sucked," Wesley told her. "I want to fuck your ass, baby."

"Right now?"

She looked at his bloated, uncut tool as if seeking second confirmation. It bobbed slightly, shiny with spit and a small pearl of pre-come - beckoning her.

"Come on mama, let's go outside," he instructed and opened the car door. It made sense - his Jeep was big but so was he - so it wouldn't make for the most comfortable place to make love - given his 6'3 bulky frame.

"I've got a class to get to... in half an hour," she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

"So? You want me to nutt faster, don't you? Ain't nothing's going to make it so sooner than me putting it in your big sexy booty," he reasoned as he grabbed a thick, meaty handful of her ass - just as his mouth closed around her lips.

It was a kiss that ended all arguments withing her - her worry of fucking in the parking lot fading as she hooked and pulled down her jeans. They were parked in a spot that would hide them from passersby, which afforded her some comfort. By the time their lips parted again, her jeans were around her ankles.

"Wesley- "

"Shhh," he interjected, pressing his right thumb against her lips. His left hand had snaked underneath her thong and was openly palming her pussy. "No buts, baby. What are you?"

Natalie swallowed hard and felt a knot in her stomach. "Your slut, daddy."

"My slut?"

"I'm your slut, daddy."

"Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees..."

***

"Miss Thorne?" the fifty-something year old secretary asked Natalie, snapping her out of her distracted state. "Are you OK, dear?

Inadvertently, Natalie shifted her butt within the seat of the chair in the waiting room, seeking a more comfortable position. "Fine, thank you ma'am," she managed - forcing smile as she shimmied her thighs around. "How long will it be - do you think?"

"Won't be long Miss, I'm sure."

The same answer as five minutes ago. Waiting in the Vice-Dean's antechamber was starting to feel like an eternity. And Natalie couldn't help but feel nervous every glance she got from the bookish secretary. She was certain that she was giving it away - that the secretary could tell what she had been up to just that morning.

Natalie wasn't OK, that was for sure. She placed her hand on her knee, to arrest the nervous tap of her foot on the floor. Her anxiety had been growing with each unbearably long minute. She looked up at the secretary, at the large minute hand that dragged past the hour on the white clock face, at the door to the Vice-Dean's office. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, each breath heavy in her chest.

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

Her earlier anxiety was threatening to precipitate into outright dread. It was agonizing. They had all the power. They knew what she was and were lording it over her, sweating her out in this uncomfortable chair. Every moment that dragged, she felt like the walls closing in - and sensed that her impending meeting with the Vice-Dean's would be a fateful one, certain to change her life.

In her anxious state, she let her mind drift - to think of better times... Like the time she had fucked Wesley in the carpark - just hours earlier that day. The memory caused her to smile, just as the image of his dangling, dark-brown appendage dangled in front of her.

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees...

Despite being in a public space, Wesley's instruction hadn't left much room for interpretation. Natalie, going through something of a submissive phase lately, could only obey. After all, he'd given her a lift to campus and was simply claiming his just reward, a precedent that she had recently started with Jerome.

In no time at all, she had removed her breasts bared, allowing him to first grope then kiss them. In the back of her mind, she tried to find a reason to protest but the pressure of his mouth on her nipples overwhelmed her thoughts. His tactfully chosen spot put them out of sight, concealed by his large car. It gave enough discretion to give in to her primal urges, to express her desire to please her benefactor as she squatted between his knees - the sight of his big black pipe dangling over her forehead like a totem numbing her insecurities.

What had followed had been almost mechanical - the motion set in play by her conditioning as she stuck out her tongue and felt the heavy crown of his manhood tap her tongue, before she gaped her mouth wide to let the long, dark spear squeeze into her throat, while his hand cupped the back of her head...

Natalie smiled wistfully in the Vice-Dean's antechamber - as she recalled Wesley's satisfied groan... as she had leaned forth on her haunches and worked her mouth to the base of his cock, her deepthroating talents on display as she enfolded her mouth on his meat until spittle and air leaked out the sides. The excitement had quickly removed her inhibitions and what followed was a lengthy oral session - first as Natalie slowly and deliberately worshipped Wesley's big black cock and balls - then as she let him take over as he gripped her hair and fucked her face with broad, steady strokes. Naturally, this process caused her neck, breasts and belly to be lathered in her own spit - which justified her half-nakedness - while some of her slobber fell to the grease and tire-marked concrete.

The pro-longed oral had her hypnotized as she had lost herself in the act of servitude - focusing solely on letting Wesley skullfuck her as she gripped his thick, tree-trunk like thighs, feeling the power of the dense, corded muscles that made up his entire body. Skullfuck - such a nasty word. But there was no better describer to what Natalie endured as Wesley held her head in place with two, firm pig-tailed handfuls of her blonde locks while his long, bloated, black pipe thrust in and out, bulging her throat to a sloppy, noisy cacophony.

That feeling of surrender was intoxicating and one that Natalie had quickly become addicted to. Her face was just a hole for Wesley to fuck - at least for a moment she entertained the idea - and would have verbally declared so, if she was not stuffed to grotesque proportions by his manhood. Then there was the fear that at any moment, someone could walk around the car and witness her basking in full whoredom. What a sight it would have been - for anyone unaccustomed to a slut in full black cock lust. When Wesley pulled out his python, primed for the next stage, they'd see the happy, cock-drunk, drooling grin on her face as confirmation - panting with her tongue like a dog in heat.

No doubt it was the lingering danger of being caught that supercharged her arousal - as she followed up the rough face-fucking by kissing the ebb of his ball sack, sucking on the curve of his scrotum - before tracing her tongue along the happy trail of his perineum towards his asshole.

Through her hot-blooded funk, Natalie wondered if she had seen a flash of movement nearby - in the periphery of her vision. It had happened in a millisecond - and it could just have been the light tricking her endorphin-addled mind - and not the furtive movement of someone spying on their increasingly sultry parking lot activities.

In hindsight, Natalie realized that anyone walking nearby would had to have seen them - if they peeked at the right angle. But it was hard to think straight when her mind was so fogged by lust and her senses were spun by the exquisite taste and scent of Wesley's musk. Even if someone had stood next to them, watching them - she doubted it would have stopped her - and instead they would have witnessed firsthand the hunger that coursed through a snowbunny - while her comely, spit-lathered, milky breasts jiggled in the air as she rubbed her face in between the taut glutes of her studly black bull.

"Fuck yes - eat my ass," Wesley had moaned in full voice - seemingly unconcerned about the public setting and any potential voyeur. He had steadied himself against his big SUV while he reached back with his long, muscular arm to hold her head betwixt his buns.

Squeezing as much of her mouth into his crack, Natalie eagerly blew air and spit - and dabbed her tongue against his puckered starfish while she fisted his cock. Anything to get him off - feeling the weight of his burgeoning load swelling in his sack while his heightened panting had turned into growls. The act had only served to coddle her own pleasure as the musky, pheromone rich scent of man-taint incensed her aroused state...

"It won't be long now," the secretary called out from her desk, her voice piercing through Natalie's memory.

Natalie smiled awkwardly again at the secretary - who seemed to be noticing her unsettled state. "Thank you," she replied and crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing heat between her thighs as her mind returned to the morning's events...

Of course, Wesley was far too experienced from getting his salad tossed. He had already indicated what he wanted and reaffirmed his intention when he stood aside, his big black baton swinging like a pendulum, thick with blood and ready to take root. The rimjob-handjob action had only raised the stakes as he pushed Natalie to all fours, exposing her slick, naked arousal - with just her lacy black thong protecting her from Wesley's designs.

"I love the way you been dressing lately," he complimented as his hands groped her perked up, bountiful rear. In fact, she'd started wearing sexier undergarments for occasions exactly such as these. As a Frampton House slut, you could never be too prepared.

Pulling her flimsy thong aside, Wesley tapped his erection against her soft, curvy rear before he pressed his index finger against her rosebud - which opened easily against the pressure. Then he pulled out and began to work the slickness from her pussy, kneading the puffy, outer limits of her livened sex - before drooling onto her puckering asshole and chasing it up with his tongue.

Time had stood still as Natalie drew breath, her limbs firm on the hard surface as she rode the sweet, intense feeling of Wesley eating her out. Her moans intensified across the seemingly empty car lot - as she enjoyed the lustful sensation of his mouth sucking on her clit, before alternating to vigorously tongue-fuck her vulva. He was not above reciprocation, no matter how unequal their relationship was.

Where his tongue was absent, his fingers quickly worked - and she gasped as she felt him stretch and probe both her cunt and asshole with multiple digits. The reaction of her jolting forward was met with admonition in the form of Wesley's palm landing a crack on her butt cheeks, turning it a shade of pink.

She cried out but then recovered her place - steeling her resolve to not run from him. Her head hung low in submission, she looked between her legs, the view framed by her own dangling breasts - of the sight of Wesley's poised, throbbing erection. Her ass smarted from the spank, but her moans dripped with longing. She had got used to it - rare was the occasion when she did not leave Frampton House with her buttocks stinging sweetly and bright pink. Between her legs, a long mixture of spit and her essence dribbled down.

"Can't wait to fuck this pussy... one of these days. So motherfucking tight!" Wesley mused as he worked two of his digits, drawing her slickness in a vivid, noisy expression.

True, her pussy was too tight back to take his big dick - he knew that well. With him, with most of the boys, she was still just an anal-only girl. It might have been the heightened state of arousal and the attention to her pussy, but for a moment, she feared that he intended to take her vaginally.

"Wesley? What are you doing?" She protested. If he tried to enter her pussy - she was sure her moans would have summoned the whole campus.

It was relief she felt as heavy, sprung meat collided with a SMACK on her derriere - followed by another firm slap of his palm, the sound off her cheek reverberating across the lot - an affection welcomed.

There was no more complaining within her - only longing to feel him enter her ass. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, offering them for her to lick clean, she moaned with servile appreciation as she savored the taste of her sweet love juices.

"Spread your ass girl!" Wesley murmured, fisting a handful of her long blonde hair while guiding his slick tool between her cheeks. One more thick drool of spit he smeared, before he kissed and squeezed his swollen head against her starfish. "Put your hands on your fat ass and spread that hole for me."

Natalie had moaned like a whore in heat as she experienced Wesley's boner boring into her rear. He did not get to his knees - instead, he squatted down on his haunches, one hand on her waist, guiding his pipe into her butt at a downward angle. Thankfully, her tushy ring welcomed the feeling - well accustomed to the weight and feel of big, black cock - and easily opened up to him.

As he stroked her asshole - the welcome feeling of its suction causing him to groan in pleasure - the grip on her hair firmed up. Her elbows and knees felt rough on the concrete - it was an uneasy position, and she had pined for the gentler embrace of a bed, a sofa or even a carpeted floor. But soon the wave of pleasure the followed the familiar feeling of anal sex was a worthy distraction. And then she could feel the heat build as his truncheon sawed in and out of her fuck hole.

"Arch your back! Just like that! Keep that ass up," he sassed her as he bounced his hips against her rump, his balls slapping her pussy. "Damn! I love fucking your big booty, baby! What a good anal slut you are!"

That last compliment had been accompanied by another rude slap - as he tugged her hair tight like a leash - and firmed his feet on the ground either side of her - levering his hulking frame to skewer his meat in and out of her guts. If there had been anyone else in the parking lot nearby - the sound of the butt slaps would have surely called them over, if not the sound of their combined moaning or the sloppy, wet noises of butt sex. At one point, Natalie heard a car roll by and maybe footsteps - but all sounded distant, remote. Irrelevant. They could watch her for all she cared for at moment.

Natalie could only whine and moan - her discomfort disappearing with each blessed shafting through her rear. She didn't feel the need to protest even if she wanted to - and for the unclear time it took for him to reach his own point of no return, she had even forgot that they were in public.

"Oh my god - so fucking good," she had cried out as he had buried the full length of his lengthy pipe past her sphincter. There, he grinded against her rear - his powerful body twitching against her warm, smothering insides. Abruptly, he pulled out - Natalie gasping as she felt the cool fall air sucked in by her gape. He was teasing her, she could tell - but thankfully after he'd drooled into her opening a couple of times - he resumed fucking her with dexterous ease.

Wesley's hands moved to her shoulders as he plundered her depths. Despite the gulf in weight and power, Natalie did not feel overwhelmed - knowing which part of her body to tense up and endure, her muscles grown in the past few weeks of increased exercise and sexual training - her glutes and thighs especially. She judged Wesley's wild, erratic panting to mean he wouldn't last long and so she worked her butt backwards in rhythm, stroking his shaft to double his pleasure.

"Fuck my ass, Daddy," she had wantonly purred at him over her shoulder while she swiveled her hips against his groin. It was an appeal she'd learned often did the trick for those who got to enjoy railing her doggy style, especially while throwing her big, porcelain derriere back at him. "Fuck my ass, please Daddy! Use it! Fuck my big white ass! Nutt in my ass, please!"

It worked like a charm - Wesley's face strained in effort and he suddenly winced as if in pain - before he started to cuss. "Shit! Oh god damn, girl! Fuck!" The sight of her transformed into a depraved, nasty slut always did the trick as Natalie witnessed him blow over. Wesley almost forgot where he was - he shouted out in agony and buried his shaft in her ass, pushing her against the concrete.

"Oh, fuck yes... come in my ass," she coaxed him while feeling his balls swell against her pussy and his dick pumping his hot, creamy batch deep in her guts. When he settled, she finished him off by grinding her thighs against him while squeezing her sphincter, prolonging his pleasure and milking out his last drop. She was sure he'd dumped a gallon of his batter inside her.

"Damn girl. You're too fucking good!" he chuckled and sighed as his cock had throbbed inside her ass. "You got a butt plug?"

She shook her head - regretting not bringing one. She would be leaking until she made it to the bathroom. Good thing she wore dark jeans.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and stood up - before helping her to her knees and guiding her mouth to his semi-deflated, shiny cock. Aided by his firm hand on the back of her head, Natalie swallowed him to the hilt, polishing his dick clean of all her ass juices. She found the task rewarding now that she'd earned his nutt and savored the rich, earthy taste.

"You should start carrying a butt plug in your bag," he had suggested.

He had a point - especially with all the anal she was doing. But she could only sigh in agreement, her throat still sucking on his deflating shaft - her face pressed against his tummy. She held his cock in her mouth even as he grabbed her breasts in each hand, extending the squeeze on his tool to make sure she sucked the very last drop of nutt. Some of his come did leak out of her well-fucked, dilated asshole - but that couldn't be avoided. It would just look like motor grease on the car park surface.

Finally, Wesley pulled out of her mouth. Satisfied and drained, letting her go about her day.

***

Attention All Bradbury Students,

There have been reports - of students engaging in lewd conduct on campus grounds. On behalf of the Vice-Dean of the College and Head of Campus Security, please consider this email a timely reminder of appropriate behavior on campus. Any students caught acting inappropriately - including engaging in sexual congress - will be subject to disciplinary action. It is the responsibility of all students to report such incidents.

Salutation,

The Office of the Secretary of the Vice-Dean

After the carpark butt-fuck, Natalie had made it to the bathroom without leaking a drop. It had felt like a quart of Wesley's seed bubbled in her guts, which she was able to push out before freshening up. It was almost a clean getaway of a morning - until she checked her inbox on the way to her first class. Natalie had re-read the dreaded email a dozen times before she had sat down for her first class.

The message from the Vice-Dean had her frozen on the spot in the entrance of the lecture hall, trying to process it as her classmates filtered around her. Even though it had been sent to all students - it might as well have called her out by name. Her post-anal elation had quickly faded - her world turning dark as she began to ponder the implications. Her stomach grumbled, this time with anxiety. It felt like some of Wesley's cum did soak the fabric of her panties. A butt plug would certainly have been useful.

"Nat? Are you OK?" Micah's voice had called out to her, while she could only stare into space, stupefied in horror at the significance of the email. "Natalie?"

After their class, she confided in him. As a resident of Frampton House and one of her closest friends, Micah was also someone she had engaged in "sexual congress" with, both on campus and off. Naturally, he was completely sympathetic. In fact, during their last on campus hook up - which had been in one of the library study rooms - they had almost been caught by a student. Nothing had come of it - Natalie believed, even though that student, whoever they were, had walked in on a mini-gangbang.

"It could be someone else... You don't know if it's you they're talking about. You got over five thousand horny students on any given day - we can't be the only ones who've hooked up on campus?" Micah offered reassuringly, his hand resting on her shoulder. He seemed surprisingly non-plussed. "It could be Andrea. She bones guys on campus all the time."

But Natalie did not find his words reassuring. She had been obsessing over her impending meeting that afternoon with the Vice-Dean and the email only made things worse. She'd texted Wesley to see if he felt the same, but he hadn't replied yet.

"I don't know what to do, Micah. Someone must have seen us," she bemoaned, walking through the crowded corridor towards their next class. All the students would have got the email - she wondered how many suspected her of being the culprit. She caught a few looks as she passed through the throng. How many knew for certain? "Somone must have seen me with Wesley this morning... in the Southwest carpark. Oh god - I'm so fucked."

Micah had extended his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a half embrace. She looked up at him, finding some solace. He always knew how to comfort her. "Don't worry about it, OK? Whatever happens - we've got your back. I promise."

Natalie smiled at him, finding some inner peace. Her heart began to flutter. She thought of what she wanted to do next - it conjured an image of herself straddling him, as he lay naked, his long legs writhing in pleasure while she bounced in his lap.

"Micah - "

"Come on," he had interjected, his arm wrapping tighter around her back, pulling her in. "We'll be late for Bio 301."

After a deep, weary breath, she agreed and followed Micah's lead, not revealing how prurient her invasive thoughts had been. It surprised her, how quickly sex entered her thoughts. It often made for pleasant distraction, but it could not hide the looming dread within her.

Waiting in the Vice-Dean's office, Natalie's nerves were frayed. Someone must have, she really started to believe. Casting her mind to earlier, trying to summon clarity through the foggy, sultry memory - trying to extend the outer detail of her viewpoint as she looked back at Wesley, while he railed her from behind. Somewhere in the periphery, past the image of his large muscular frame, past the cars she thought she had seen something move. It could have been anyone.

Try as hard as she could, she just could not picture with certainty the figure she thought she might have glimpsed. One thing that didn't add up though - she had been informed of the meeting days ago - how could someone have caught her from this morning? But then again... this wasn't the first time she had had sex on campus... The waiting had pushed her beyond the limits of what she could bear.

What if someone had reported to the Vice-Dean, about her activities with the Frampton House boys? The longer she waited, the more the thought of her impending expulsion coincided with her belief that they knew about her perversions. But who could have told on her - surely not anyone within the circle. Surely not her housemate, Lisa? Was she really that vindictive?

Moments after she had arrived, Natalie witnessed a teary-eyed girl hastily exit the Vice-Dean's office - no doubt a subject of some kind of disciplinary action. It was a portend of her own fate, Natalie feared. She'd never had so much as a stern talking to from a teacher her whole life - yet here she was, about to be expelled for being a slut.

Natalie had only met the Vice-Dean once - when she had been awarded an Honors Prize at the end of her first year. He was handsome, grey haired, and African American too, which she had to realize spoke to her inner fantasies. She thought of him from that day when she had gone up on stage to receive her award, to the sound of applause from the auditorium as she shook his hand. How far she'd fallen since that day. If he were to learn of the kind of girl she'd become... she could almost his handsome, wise face scowl in disappointment.

She thought of how distinguished he looked in his plaid suite. She could distinctly remember his trousers - in fact she had even glanced at his crotch when she had approached him on the stage, though certainly not deliberately. Being in the spotlight always made her feel awkward. She hadn't met to look at his cock but something within her had her cast her gaze there.

"Don't start..." she whispered to herself - trying to suppress her base, perverse thoughts. 1:22 PM the clock read. The Vice-Dean was late.

If she was to be expelled, she hoped a quieter, more discrete ceremony would be afforded. Ideally, one that didn't involve her parents - whose disappointment she wanted to spare. Maybe they wouldn't have to find out right away, not until she figured out what to tell them. Maybe she could still spend the rest of the term or even year still hanging out as a college dropout. She'd seen other students do it.

But without a stipend - she'd have to give up her room. Maybe the Boys would take her in... surely, they would offer her a place to stay while she figured out her next move. Maybe she could live in the basement which they used as a hangout spot - a spare mattress on the floor would be all she would need.

Excited by the thought of being a Frampton House resident, Natalie realized that without being able to pay rent, she'd have to compensate the boys with her body - which thankfully, the boys had already invested considerable currency in. She'd make a great addition to the household too - she'd cook and clean, making sure to dress in the sluttiest of outfits - imagining a thong and collar the minimum requirements. She knew they'd insist on her being topless as much as possible. The boys would love having her around - a live-in maid to cater for their needs and wants, on call and ready to be of free use. The house could use a female touch - a fantasy of some 1950s white housewife, shared by six Black husbands. A constant sex slave - going from room to room, from big black dick to black big dick, devoted to the continuous cycle of using her warm, wet holes to drain the libidos of her generous hosts...

She groaned in anguish as she looked at the clock. 1:23.

Enticing as that scenario was, it was very unlikely. And besides - she'd pretty much committed to much of that role anyways, with the exception that it didn't involve her having to cook and scrub toilets. Good thing too - she wasn't much of a cook, so if she did move into Frampton House - she'd have to buttress her lack of skills in housekeeping with even more sexual favors. She was already an easy anal whore - what more could she offer?

Natalie thought that some of the boys would welcome her as a live-in house slut in exchange for her dignity. She was sure DeShawn was one who would surely take advantage - the tall, long-limbed hunk was always game to push her limits... and find new perverted ways to test her submission. She could easily see him leashing her to the bedpost of her degrading basement dwelling and exploiting her promotion to house cumdump as he'd snake his long, black meat up her butt...

Natalie shimmied in her seat, which felt sticky and hot. The prurient fantasies helped distract her from her present ordeal - but she had to devise a better, more realistic alternative if she was to salvage her college career. Preferably one that didn't involve sexual slavery. "Let's call that Option B."

She could try to seek atonement with the collegiate board - more specifically, the handsome, old Vice-Dean. But would he pity her enough to save her from her self-inflicted demise?

Would he accept her apology as she pleaded to be spared from expulsion? There was only a single means for someone like her to express regret - and she could see in his eyes that look of authoritative disdain as he guided her face towards his crotch and the big black prize that waited there.

"You showed such promise, Miss Thorne," he'd rue as he'd tug her by the hair towards his greying pubes. "But it seems all you learned was how to be a slut..."

The harshness of his admonition would be a prelude, as she would reckon with the moment his palm rained down on her buttocks, every strike a parcel of punishment that would ultimately lead to her comeuppance. Still, she'd have to appeal her expulsion through tear filled eyes while she choked on his wise, old dick - his hand creeping along her bare, white flesh.

"Miss Thorne?" the secretary's voice cut through Natalie's dark introspection. "Natalie? The Vice-Dean is ready for you."

***

It had to have been Lisa - she's the one who reported. Who else? The little bitch...

"Have a seat, Miss Thorne," the Vice Dean's stern voice instructed her.

Natalie could not look the Vice-Dean in the face, out of shame. But she also didn't want to look away completely, for fear of appearing guilty. She tried to appear calm. She managed a few brief answers and thankfully at first, he was happy to engage in small talk. But his delaying tactic only made her feel even more anxious.

She managed to look him in the eyes, even to smile at him - he was a handsome man after all - but her stomach was doing cartwheels, and she came close to breaking down into an emotional confession. Better to get her side of the story out first, make her apology up front and maybe her punishment would be light. With some tears, perhaps she could even win him over. Perhaps she'd be spared from the humiliating chastening.

Natalie really resented Lisa at that moment... In the last few weeks, she had grown decidedly more confrontational. No doubt she was displeased seeing two of her house mates living their best slut lives. Still, Natalie carried some guilt - knowing that she had been an innocent, studious resident when she'd first interviewed for the house share only to become something else under Andrea's influence. How was she supposed to know that deep within, hidden even to herself, was an appetite that needed to be filled? Natalie couldn't have possibly imagined that being a slut to a house full of studly Black boys would be as fulfilling. There was no going back - now that she had been initiated by gangbang.

Whatever Lisa had told the Vice-Dean - Natalie would withhold naming anyone else. The boys. Andrea. They were her friends and had accepted her into their close circle of trust and opened her mind and body to incredible delights. So many orgasms. There was no way she would betray them - her beautiful fuckbuddies. Even it meant her expulsion. Even if it meant -

"Miss Thorne?" the Vice-Dean's voice beckoned.

Miss Thorne? I prefer Anal Slut...

She saw herself - sweaty and naked, surrounded by their bodies... writhing away on top of Micah... Wesley was behind her fucking her ass... she was sucking Jerome's dick. Or was it DeShawn... that meant Julius and Keith were at either side of her... and she was stroking their big, beautiful black cocks...

"I'm sorry... Professor. Could you repeat that?" Natalie asked. She hadn't been paying attention. That was not like her at all - she was usually very good with teachers. Good with authority figures in general. What had the Vice-Dean been saying? That she was expelled? No - that didn't seem right.

She had been staring at him across his large mahogany desk, watching his mouth move. Her poor, paralyzed mind was too far out of her body. By the time she realized she hadn't been paying attention, some of his words were catching up to her. "I'm sorry professor. Could you repeat that? Did you say I'm suspended?"

He looked a little confused before he added with a chuckle. "Suspended? What are you talking about? Are you OK, Natalie? You look a little... pale. Late nights already? Let me guess - Professor Calder's assignment. She always likes to assign a big first semester surprise on her third years. I hope it's not got you burning the candles at both ends. You've been such an exemplary Bradbury student."

"Wait - what? I'm sorry Professor. Did you say... something about the... um, scholarship?"

"Yes. The scholarship prize."

"The scholarship prize?"

"Yes. The Andersen scholarship. My dear girl - you really didn't hear a single word I said... You got to get some rest soon. Thank goodness it's Friday, am I right? Sweet thing."

"I'm sorry sir... yes... you're right... but... wait. The scholarship... I'm a recipient? "

"You are a recipient. And that's why I summoned you here. I know. It is an informal affair... but that is the preference of the benefactor," he spoke, his confusion fading as his warm excitement took over. "They prefer discretion. I can't say why."

Natalie took a moment in silence to process his words. "I'm sorry Professor. I guess I am tired... and just surprised. Really surprised. I wasn't aware I was in the running for a - scholarship? The Andersen scholarship?"

"Yes. That's right. And as I was saying- your academic record qualifies you to remain on the Dean's List, which would offer you a significant discount of your final year tuition - but as you have also been awarded the Anderson Prize - which covers full tuition, boarding and living allowance scholarship - your bank will be receiving a refund on your student loan. I'm sure your parents will be thrilled. And so, congratulations, I say again. It's a very rare prize - one given at the discretion of a panel. You've obviously been impressing the right people..."

The revelation of his words jolted Natalie. Her mood had changed so quickly - from dread, to confusion, to incredulity. Now amusement - and she started laughing, her thoughts catching up to her. It took her a while to realize but she had been having an out of body experience - the stress of her earlier fears twisting her mind and causing her to spiral in a wicked spin of perverse fantasies and existential dread. She laughed a little too long and it left an awkward pause between her and the Vice Dean.

"I'm sorry, Professor. I'm just so... I don't know what to say." Natalie looked up at him, noting his frown. "No, actually - I do. Thank you so much, Sir. It's an honor."

The Vice-Dean followed up with a hearty chuckle of his own, satisfied with himself now that she was showing the appropriate reaction. "You're very welcome, my dear. Don't waste this opportunity. Just keep on doing what you're doing. Your conduct on campus has been truly exemplary - a standard for all students to uphold!"

Natalie smiled, amused at the irony. "Thank you very much, sir. I'm glad you think so. I'll be sure to do just that!"

The burden of her earlier fears - all which seemed frivolous and deranged now - had lifted so suddenly she felt a little lightheaded. Thankfully, he was a busy man and excused her.

"We'll be watching your career with great interest, Natalie," the Vice-Dean's smooth voice offered as a salutation as she turned to give him a parting look.

Noting the immediate impact of his words, her asshole clenched, and heat surged between her legs. She flashed a warm smile at the Professor. She saw herself bent over the edge as the wiry, naked man pounded her from behind - his long arm gripping her hair as her bare breasts pressed into the polished wood. Exemplary conduct indeed.

"I won't disappoint you, Sir," she offered confidently.

***

6.22 PM

Lexington Lane

Andrea was lying in bed, her legs spread - feeling the low, drawn-out hum of the vibrator wand on her clit - when she heard her phone ring. She opened her eyes and stared at her ceiling - the budding intensity and light high creating a wavy mirage in front of her sight. She felt blissful and wanted to meditate on the moment... and not just because of the vibrator. The butt plug she had in her ass had her floating down a long, gentle stream towards rhapsody. It was a little futile thought, because she wasn't allowed to come.

Make sure you don't nutt for a whole day - I want you crazy horny, got it? - she recalled DeShawn's agonizing instructions for her.

These boys and the games they liked to play... it was torture. At least the phone buzzing distracted her from the hypnotic lure of her masturbation. She had been edging for almost an hour - her excitement palpable as she touched the puffy curve of her pussy lips... and then tapped the base of the weighty butt plug firmly ensconced in her ass. What a wonderful gift it turned out to be.

Received a few days ago in non-descript packaging but gift-wrapped within - it was a large red bulbous thing. Certainly, the biggest plug she'd ever seen - its proportions relative to the known limits of her butthole a contradiction. How was she supposed to fit this thing in her ass; she wondered?

But Andrea was not one to turn a gift... or a challenge. And she did not want to disappoint her benefactor, who had been so thoughtful as to send her something. So, after a few attempts and copious amounts of lube, she had finally managed to squeeze the wide silicone curve past her anal ring, where it had since settled in snuggly.

Walking around the room with it was a challenge - but she was certain that after a few weeks, she'd be able to wear it around just fine. She could even see herself strutting down the street with it, perhaps wearing a dress that would conceal it - but for the playful swing of the hips or the inquisitive, exploratory hand. Maybe she'd even wear it to campus.

She'd love to wear it show it off to Diss - her former lover. He was the one who had sent it to her. It was nice to know that he thought of her butthole, even though he had graduated and lived on the other side of the country.

To my favorite Slavebunny - who always loves to please her Daddy and can never say no to a Big Black Dick... I'll always love you and can't wait to see you again and use your sweet fuckholes! Until then, hold on to this gift - and send Daddy lots of videos of you wearing it - I want your Butthole trained next time I see you!

Xoxo

Diss

The note surfaced in her mind just as she had slowly pushed the wide butt plug out of her rear - followed by a wet, noisy expulsion of air. It fell to the floor and hit the carpet with a heavy THUD - which no doubt would have been noticed by Lisa in her room below - the thought of it causing Andrea to giggle. Then she adjusted her position on her back, lifting her hips high.

What did Diss mean by having her butthole trained - next time he saw her? She pondered as she examined her reflection in the wall mounted mirror, noting the circumference of her stretched ring and the dark, wide gape of her anal chute. Whatever Diss wanted, he would get. She missed him madly and wondered when she'd see him again. Ever since she'd got to know him, and they'd become fuckbuddies - or, more accurately, she had become his slut - she'd never turned down his request.

If Diss wanted her butthole trained, she certainly had the tools to make it so. The thought of the possible implications he intended for her caused an involuntary spurt from her pussy - while her widened butthole winked in her reflection. She extended an arm to reach for her next challenge - the XXL dildo that she had bought over the summer. After she had slathered with a thick layer of lube, she pressed and squeezed the top the toy into her opening, working it in till she could grip it with her sphincter. Then, she pushed herself off the bed and squatted over the floor, squaring at the base while she started to ride as if it were the real thing.

A few minutes later, her blissful state was interrupted when her phone started ringing again. She picked it up - smiling as she recognized another one of her favorite fuckbuddies calling her. Putting her earphones in, she made sure to keep one hand on her clit, tenderly rubbing her shaved pussy as she squatted down on the toy cock.

"Wesley. What's up?"

"Sup girl. What you doing? You sound busy...."

"Uhhh... guess. I'm in my room, smoking a little weed and... getting ready." She giggled, in between deep exerted breaths. "I've got a date tonight."

"A date?"

"With DeShawn. You know - just the two of us..."

"Well, ain't that romantic. Didn't know y'all were sweet like that."

"We're not. And I don't think it'll be romantic. Or sweet. He's called in one of his chits. One of his sessions I promised him. You still there, Wes?"

"Sorry, was just think about what that might mean for your ass. I know he's been acting a fool all day, talking about what he finna do to you. You want me to pull seniority and bail you out?"

"Very funny."

"Mhmm. Just thought I'd ask. Anyways, saw your message... what did you want to talk about?"

"Natalie - she was acting a little weird earlier today. Did you see her?"

"Sure did. Dropped her off at campus in the morning."

"And?"

"And? We fucked."

"And?"

"She gave me a rimjob."

"No, you dingus. I'm talking about the... you know? The scholarship? Did she say anything?"

"Scholarship? Yeah, she been told - Vice-Dean spoke with her... this afternoon. I checked in with Lady Lena too. It's done. But... you say she been acting weird, though?"

"Yes. A little bit distant."

"Yeah? She seem happy though? Cool with it? It's a free ride for the rest of her studies... girl should be wilding out."

"I guess. Maybe."

"She'll be happier when we start running more trains on that booty! Girl is a freak."

"You asshole!" Andrea cussed him out. She agreed with him though.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted us not to tell her."

"Yes. Because I don't want her to misinterpret the scholarship and... what we're doing as transactional. Also... I thought it would make for a nice surprise. I know she's been worrying about money a lot. Now she won't need to... let's hope she doesn't take it the wrong way. I guess she suspects we had something to do with it."

"She probably does - she's a clever girl. But, speaking of assholes... you gonna come by to my room after DeShawn's done with you?"

"Maybe. It depends on how crazy it gets. I think the thought of me being his sex slave... has got him all inspired. Did I tell you I think he's a little bit of a sadist? Who knows how my poor little holes are gonna feel at the end of it," she mused whimsically.

"Well... he knows the rules. And he's probably only gonna want to fuck your ass. But you don't mind that, do you?"

"No, it should be fun. He's picked out my outfit - says he me wants dressed a certain way-"

"Sexy?"

"Trashy. Like a cheap whore. It turns him on. Is it weird that it turns me on too?"

"Nah... not weird. You're a freak, Andrea. Not a cheap one... or a trashy one. But a real, nasty slutty freak. We love you for that. When he's done using you - you come see me, got it?"

Andrea sighed deeply, pausing before answering. It might have been worth even pretending that she could come up with a good excuse not to - but she couldn't. Wesley knew that too. He knew her very well, almost as well as Diss - the two having used her body on many occasions in the last year or so - giving her lessons in the art of double penetration. At various times, they were both her 'Daddies' - sharing her passionately to an overwhelming, collective rapture.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied meekly.

"Good girl. And don't worry about Natalie. We'll talk to her soon. Explain the whole thing. Tonight, just worry about being a nasty, submissive slut with DeShawn - and enjoy yourself."

Andrea hung up the phone. With a heavy drawing of breath - she slowly proceeded to lower herself on to the 13-inch pitch-black dildo she was squatting over, reiterating Wesley's sage advice as her rectum swallowed the toy to the base. A few more stretches and she'd be done with her training.

***

DeShawn had a sadistic streak in him. But thankfully, he was finding a way to channel it - by dominating Andrea's butthole with his big black dick.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned in response to the strokes that drilled through her colon - the toys from her earlier practice now having been replaced by the real thing.

Reaching between her legs, he placed a firm open palmed spank on her labia - causing her to spasm and release a pulse of emission into the air. She huffed and moaned in response and then had to scream - only the sound came out a gargled chortle, the drool around the ball-gag that plugged her mouth dripping onto her bare breasts.

While the motion only intensified the feeling of his pistoning cock inside her - the most severe effect it was to rattle the set of nipple clamps that hung from her breasts, attached to chains that extended and connected to the collar around her neck. Thankfully, she had become accustomed to pain... and its stimulating effect under the tutelage of Diss - whose appetite for wild, kinky sex was equally matched by his stamina.

When she had first moved to Lexington Lane, at the beginning of her junior year - and discovered that Diss was her neighbor, she had already come with a rich sexual experience. But under Diss, she learned even more, fully embracing sluthood - and committed herself to not only him but his close friends and fellow residents of Frampton.

DeShawn was something of a protégé of Diss, who seemed to relish the opportunity to use Andrea's generous body to indulge his own kinky passion for dominance. Given that Andrea was a year his senior, she might have not let him get away with it - but her promise to him obligated her to be his sex slave for the night, such was the terms she had committed to. Though truthfully, the power dynamics had shifted in his favor, and he'd become increasingly comfortable dominating her.

That explained the cunt-slap - it was part of a continuous, nigh-unbearable repertoire designed to push her to the limit. Andrea had to admit that she too, got off from the degradation. She had arrived at Frampton per his instruction - looking trashy and ready for sexual servitude - with her SLAVE embossed collar, from which she had clipped a chain lead - hooking the handle through her forearm so it didn't awkwardly swing as she walked down the street. Walking down the street, she felt like a prostitute lost in the suburbs. She had wanted to wear a bikini top only, but the autumnal night air made her settle for a cropped, long sleeve tight fitting mesh top that would slide easily over her breasts, after which she wore a black, short bomber jacket. Beneath her red-and black tartan pencil skirt - the hem lime as high as her slit- she wore red fishnet pantyhose that did little to conceal the base of the butt plug that fit tightly into her ass. It wasn't the big one that Diss had sent, instead a slightly smaller, more functional one.

With Lisa attending a sorority party, the vibe in the house felt more relaxed. Andrea felt a little bolder walking out of the house with her attire. Unfortunately to her surprise, Jacqui was around and the two almost walked into each other just before Andrea reached the front door.

"Oh fuck," Andrea swore under her breath as she locked eyes with her house mate just before making her exit. "Hi Jacqui - I didn't realize you were still in."

Given that Jacqui was aligned with Lisa, Andrea feared her judgement, dressed as she was. Instinctively, her hand went to adjust the waistline of her skirt.

"Going out?" Jacqui had enquired. There was a moment of appraisal, the choice of outfit Andrea wore making an impression on her. "Have a good time," she offered plainly, with a friendly smile - and walked past, leaving Andrea a little perplexed.

Andrea decided not to dwell on figuring out Jacqui's sincerity. Instead, she made to leave while the going was good. She had certainly intended to have a good time and did not want to dally any further - knowing that just a few doors down, DeShawn had been waiting for her and the later was, the more creative his punishment would be. The thought of that hurried her steps on the pavement - which weren't exactly comfortable in high heels and the weight of the butt plug in her ass.

DeShawn was certainly impressed with the sight of her - but nevertheless subjected her to the manhandling she had come to expect from him, the moment she had stepped inside the house. Squatting on her haunches, she took a fast, brutal face-pounding - drool quickly staining her front. Nearby, other house bystanding residents had observed - but she couldn't see who, focusing instead on keeping her head in DeShawn's crotch while he fucked her mouth. Naturally, the thought of being watched only incensed her arousal - and she deliberately plucked a strand of spit that hung from his balls to rub it into her pussy. That pleasure didn't last long as DeShawn had angrily slapped her hand away.

"Don't play with your pussy. Keep your hands behind your back," he admonished, followed by a punishing slap to her face and breasts. "You're here to serve me."

Andrea tried to concur but was interrupted by his cock sliding into her gullet once again. Secretly, she relished having pushed his buttons - knowing that it added to his spirited aggression.

It was fun to be bratty sometimes. It was a line she had perfected with Diss, through much trial and error. Whether DeShawn knew that she was willing to push his buttons - she wasn't sure. He punished her nonetheless - as he hung the clamps on her breasts and had her crawl on all fours. Andrea whimpered through the ball gag, the cocktail of pain, humiliation and lust electrifying her brain as she followed his lead, leashed and on all fours - down to the basement where their date would start in earnest.

Just a couple of weeks earlier - in lieu of Natalie's initiation gangbang - Andrea promised DeShawn five such kinky sessions in exchange for him granting her request that the gangbang be an orgy instead. That way, she could partake more actively, instead of just being a "fluffer", as the boys had crudely demanded. Out of all the boys, DeShawn was the only holdout and since Frampton House was not a democracy, certainly when it came to her - her only option was to offer a bargain to win him over. Did she regret making this commitment? Presently, she was too spun and disorientated to concur one way or the other, the constant piston of his cock through her ass keeping her in a state of sensory overload.

"Look at you! You're so fucking wet," DeShawn's growled in her ear, his husky voice tormenting her as she suffered in her gagged, blind-folded prison. "You love being my slave."

She could not verbally confirm it. Nor could she 'look at herself'. Her vision was impaired. All she could do was moan as he bucked her up and down in his lap.

Outwardly, she was a whimpering, drooling mess - her mouth and pussy leaking at the constant sliding through her anal chute. Her carefully curated attire had been carelessly torn aside - the fabric barely hanging to her body as she grinded in his lap. Only occasionally - DeShawn would tease her by either rubbing or slapping her pussy - but not long enough to make her come - just a toying reminder that he controlled her pleasure.

"Mmmmmm," Andrea moaned stupidly into the rubber pacifier - but her mouth sounds were drowned out by the louder, sloppier spluttering of black cock sliding through butthole.

Inwardly, she was sinking deeper into subspace - a sweet, heaven that she'd only ever ventured to with Diss and Wesley before. Secretly, she was happy to return - this time brought along by a new partner. Bouncing and naked in the golden light as she was escorted by DeShawn's confident hand.

The blindfold helped with giving into that release. She allowed her mind and body to become a slave to the black dick that drilled through her colon. One more slap on her clit and she was sure she'd squirt.

Behind the blindfold - her mind merged with a series of equally intense sessions she'd had with Diss. Her visits trips to subspace. There was no turning back once you'd been, she knew that much... She had herself been initiated into Frampton House sluthood through an interracial gangbang. By then, of course, she was a devoted black cock slut - willing to do anything for her Master. And the reward for such a commitment? Infinite pleasure - and of course, the Andersen Scholarship prize. Much like Natalie.

In fact, the patron of the scholarship - Lena Andersen - was herself a black cock slut, who had set up the fund out of her own family fortune. The college board never knew its true meaning, but it enabled the wealthy alumni to sponsor Andrea, the Frampton House boys and a few other students that had become close to Diss. Being a slut was expensive - even for a middle-class girl such as she was. For a working-class girl like Natalie, it could be prohibitively so.

Lube. Butt plugs. Enema kits. Slutty outfits. All expensive. It pleased Andrea knowing that she'd helped Natalie out, by nominating her for the award - knowing how much easier her devotion to Frampton House was now.

The more mature rationale that Lady Lena had offered was that it allowed Andrea and the other beneficiaries to explore their sexuality without fear of consequence or judgement. Natalie might see it differently - she might reserve a more suspicious opinion of the scholarship. She might see it as compensation for being a slut - which would technically make her a whore. In fact, it was a thought that Andrea had herself formed once.

"Fuck! God damn it! Gonna nutt, bitch! Gonna nutt in your fucking ass!" DeShawn cried out.

In her blindfolded, submissive state, she'd blissfully surrendered to the beautiful rhythm of his erratic, beating thrusts - until they peaked and exploded his batch of hot jizz deep into her guts. She tried to squeeze and grind her asshole on his phallus - desperate to prolong the pleasure - before he pulled her off by the waist and unceremoniously pushed her to the floor, where she landed on her knees.

Thankfully, DeShawn removed the blindfold and gag as he loomed over her - allowing her to gratefully receive his greasy cock into her mouth - which she promptly swallowed to the base.

"Fuck yes, bitch. Eat Daddy's dick," he growled as he pulled her throat tight on his shaft.

Unable to speak, she offered subservient, guttural moans that reverberated through her stuffed throat-tunnel. When she could communicate with him - it was through her eyes - which offered devoted pleading and subservience - mixed in with the tear-stained, dark smear of her makeup.

It impressed on her that he'd barely lost his erection - but then she'd seen the instruments intended for her on the coffee table - a two-sided dildo, a vibrator wand, a flogger, a burning candle, a roll of black tape. It was clear that DeShawn's intention was to make her work for her orgasm, if he was ever to grant her it.

Her observation was cut short as he tugged her by the hair, pulling her low to the carpet and pushing her face as he leaned over her. Andrea scrambled submissively to follow his motion, her hands crossed and placed on the small of her back and she tucked her hips into child's pose.

Invited by her ass-up position, DeShawn palmed and spanked her butt a few times, before he placed his bare foot against her face - as he reached for the long double ended dildo.

***

Across the town limits, the Friday night air hummed with student revelry. It was still early in the academic year - one week before Halloween and the mood across campus and the surrounding residences was full of adventure. The buzz surrounding the email from the Vice-Dean - regarding campus frolicking - had lasted only a few hours and by nighttime, had been all but forgotten.

No one knew about who the rumors had pertained to, though the imagined list of suspects could be long enough to fill a lecture room. For some students, the email had roused fear and apprehension but for most, it was an amusing point of conversation - something to jibe and joke about, even mockingly insinuate. Some students even shared and debated where the best spots for hooking up might be. This would inspire further cavorting as the night wore on.

Andrea was undoubtedly one of the most obvious suspects. She had had a dozen or so hook ups on campus across the three plus years she'd been there. Getting caught had always been a possibility - but she did not care about that at the best of times. She knew what she was.

"I'm a fucking slut. Fuck my whore ass," she said, as DeShawn's cock sawed her through her ass - their date night having resumed in earnest.

At least that's what she would have said if she could speak. He had plugged three of his fingers into her mouth, pinching her tongue as he loomed over her. She had been placed upside down, her body half-bent and upturned, her head and shoulders on the carpet and her back propped against the sofa, her legs folded forwards towards her head - while he bounced against her thighs, his sweat dripping on her face as his nostrils flared in exertion - pile-driving his lengthy steel into her ass once again.

At one point, the long double-dildo had been stuck up her pussy - but the repeated buttfucking had caused it to fall out and land on her face - before sliding off uselessly to the side. After that her cunt remained decidedly under-stimulated, DeShawn not allowing her to play with it as he preferred to prolong her pleasure solely through sodomy - with just the occasional slap on the puffy, outer lips to tease her.

Andrea whimpered and endured it all - surrendered to the beautiful, hypnotic rhythm of his piston-like motion through her anal chute - in a state of equilibrium with the out of reach orgasm. A split-second off and she was sure she'd explode like a firework.

Despite being a year older than him, DeShawn was in control - of that there was no denial. She just had to outlast him - had to survive until he gave her permission to come. She'd played this game before with Diss, when she had learned the hard way what coming without permission meant. DeShawn clearly had the same rules in mind - the flogger nearby, which he had already used on her once, a reminder. He'd already come thrice, his collective deluge seeping out of her hot butthole as he drilled her colon - but she had to hold out until he came again.

Fuck my whore ass.

He seemed resolved to really test her limits - challenging her, taunting her with his eyes to dare to come... all it would take was a tug or a rub on her clit...

But she couldn't give in just yet. She fixed her eyes and focused, steeling her resolve through the fog of lust.

There was no avoiding that power in his eyes as he loomed over, using his long legs to squat-bounce over her, piledriving his cock in and out of her asshole. So much power, she would affirm to him with submissive, pitiful moans through his fingers - letting him know that she was his eternal slave.

When he was unsatisfied - he'd spit into her open mouth.

He'd slap her face.

He'd fuck her mouth with his fingers.

He'd choke her.

When he wanted to go hard, he'd grip her head and pound the shit out of her upturned glutes, churning her hole like a drill-shaft, his milky, spent come bubbling out the sides.

Then he'd pull out of her ass and drop down and squat over her face - feeding her his ass-flavored cock - or his asshole to lick. Then he'd go back to bullying her ass.

Poor Andrea - all she wanted to do was come. But the more she begged, the more she whimpered - the harder he became.

"Not yet, bitch," he'd cuss, reminding her of place as he swatted his palm across her face. There was no sympathy on his face.

That nearly did it. It was too much. She'd have to break soon...

Fuck my whore ass. I'm a fucking slut. Yes. Oh god - look at me.

The words formed a rhythm as she looked up to the side towards the basement window and saw the silhouette of someone crouched by the window, watching them. She didn't look away - her blurry vision focused on the hidden figure.

I'm a fucking slut... Watch me. Watch me get my ass railed. Watch me get used!

Was someone there? Andrea's mind had turned to mush, and it was possible she was imagining... but the thought of being watched was too alluring. She was losing the battle - her senses were stretched to their limit and when DeShawn's slapped her across the face one more time, she succumbed to the inevitable, eviscerating power of subspace.

It's you, Andrea. It's your own self watching you degrade - you trashy whore!

"Yes bitch! Come for me! Come for Daddy!" DeShawn growled maniacally, his eyes wild with lust. He must have seen her break or decided that there was no point in denying her anymore.

Andrea gasped and then a hysterical wail burst from her mouth - followed by a seizure, the product of the hours of continuous edging, which caused her legs and pelvis to spasm. Her eyes rolled back. Her pussy exploded, just as DeShawn thrust all the way to into her ass - grabbing her throat in both hands - finding his own release. In his hold, she continued to shake and squirm violently. She screamed and let go of her sanity - falling into the white light as her whole body burst with raw pleasure. There was liquid heat everywhere - her ass contracting around his buried pipe, squeezing it to bursting.

DeShawn moaned like a wounded beast as he fell on top of her, his weight pressing against her as she kicked her legs through and around his lower back, pulling him into her, desperate to feel his load scalding her insides. Their chests panting against each other, soaked in each other's sweat, they embraced. As they kissed, tongues swirling and spit-swapping, their bodies mixed and spasmed together.

"Good girl," he whispered, sounding tired and defeated as he stroked her hair as his dick slowly withdraw from her anus. "Four more to go."

Satisfied, Andrea laughed as she stroked his limp, sweaty body, basking in the glow of their excess. Four more sessions to pay him back?

***

Everyone who was in Frampton House that night recognized the wailing of Andrea's orgasm. Even Jacqui, who was crouched by the side of the house, watching through the basement window, had heard it before - though never quite so intensely.

And the squirting! She'd never seen anything like it. If DeShawn's body hadn't absorbed it, the jet would have reached the ceiling. Truly, it had shocked her to see that much. If she knew Andrea as intimately as the boys did, she'd know it was what often happened to her with an anal orgasm.

After a while, Jacqui was satisfied that she had seen enough and was ready to leave. She put away her phone away - having used it to record some of what she was witnessing. As she was about to crawl back from the window, she saw a second resident of the house descending the stairs into the basement. The sight of him caused her gasp - he was naked, his big, black muscular body strutting towards the couch with his big, swinging erection leading the way like a masthead. She counted the inches - at least ten from where she could see.

When she could see his face, she recognized him too - his name was Wesley - and he had a big grin on his face as he walked purposefully towards the prone body of Andrea, who at that moment was lying on her stomach in between DeShawn's legs, her face nestled in his taint.

Finally, he had succumbed to fatigue and seemed content to let Andrea rim his asshole - holding the leash to her that was hooked to her collar in his hand.

"What the fuck DeShawn? You trying to break the slut - or what? You must've been hanging out with Diss for too long," Wesley complained. He had just noted the pink flogger and handprint markings that colored Andrea's buttocks.

Nonchalantly, DeShawn tugged on Andrea's chain lead - pulling her in closer into his taint. "Nah, she good. She loves it - look how she wiggles her ass - yeah just like that... while she eating my ass too! This slut can't be broken. She's a cock fiend... Diss taught her well, for sure. And she finna get us more snowbunnies too, you bet!"

"You're fucking crazy, nigga. Snowbunnies don't grow on trees. Just be thankful we got two loyal ones ready to get slutted out... ain't that enough for your ass?" Wesley shook his head, but his smile tempered the hardness of his words.

"She's a black dick slut. I'm only giving her what she needs!"

"Whatever, fool," Wesley asked as he looked down at Andrea's naked body. He gripped his erection, before spitting in his hand and stroking it. "You done with her, though?"

Jacqui's throat went dry. She wanted to scream out for her housemate, to warn of her impending danger.

"Yeah. Might need a minute or two. You want to fuck her here?"

Jacqui watched as Wesley lifted Andrea's hips up, elevating her onto her knees till her bottom was crested towards him before he climbed onto the couch behind her. She watched as he spread Andrea's ass cheeks apart, the effect making her whole open and sputter, some of DeShawn's come leaking out - before it formed a wide, cavernous gape.

"Damn. This ass is opened up pretty good!" he laughed and then lined his erection at her puffy entrance - his helmet forming a seal of her overly stretched, pink gooey orifice as it docked.

Andrea - who hadn't acknowledged his presence yet - looked back and offered a vulnerable, keen expression. "Yes Wesley, fuck my ass! Use me! I want more cum up my slutty ass! Break me!"

Wesley growled in anger as he twisted her head back forward and pushed himself inside her in one thrust. At the same time, he grabbed her hair and pushed her face back into DeShawn's taint.

"Shut the fuck up and eat his ass, slut," Wesley chastised Andrea with a spank on her butt. He held her against his housemate's ass - while he worked his glutes back and forth against her rear.

Jacqui gasped, shocked and concerned for her housemate's wellbeing at the hands of her black brutes - covering her mouth as she lay prone on the grass, watching in shock. "Oh, Andi..."

Imagine letting boys do this to you all the time? Jacqui shivered at the thought of it. But it was clear that Andrea was committed to serving them, no matter how much they debased her. Her body language was that of complete subservience - even arching her back and scooting her hips towards Wesley's thrusts while she smothered her face in DeShawn's spread butt crack.

***

Andrea moaned with renewed vigor; her body held between the two Frampton boys as she was used for all she was worth. Wesley hadn't come since his earlier parking lot hookup with Natalie, so he was working with a big load. DeShawn's strength would inevitably return and so she'd switch from eating his ass to getting spitroasted. Eventually, the two boys picked her up and held her in the air - double penetrating her as she wailed and whined. She came again and again, her pussy spraying the air with her emission on more than one occasion.

The house heard her cries and was drawn to it. Some of the boys came down, having the same idea that Wesley had and wanting to add to Andrea's basement debasement.

Outside in the dark of the night, by the window - Jacqui watched and remained hidden, hypnotized by the sight. She had recorded a few more videos on her phone.

In the end, she snuck away in the dark, panicked that with the increasing number of boys in the room - someone would eventually see her. They were still going at it by the time she army crawled back from the window... and secretly out past the side entrance of the Frampton House backyard - Andrea's desperate moans still sounding in her ears.

The End.