Collegiate Sluts Ch. 04

Collegiate Sluts Chapter 4

Description: College. Chloe. Cafe. Cunnilingus. Cocks. Cumdumpsters.

Intro

Tags: Interracial, anal, rimming, ass to mouth, big black cock, snowbunny, college, consensual, rough sex, willing sluts, hardcore, corruption, debauchery, sluthood, black male, white female, degradation, lewd, lesbian, age gap

As usual, the theme is interracial focused (black male on white female) with LOTS of anal sex. All characters are over 18.

Enjoy.

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Café Confessions

Campus Café. 11:23 am.

"Is that her?" Wesley asked - staring intently through the large window of the café.

He placed a mug of green tea on the table and pushed it closer to Andrea - while looking through the vista towards the colonnade where students walked across.

The girl he was looking at fit the description. She was petite in stature - blonde and pretty, much like Andrea had described her. She approached the café entrance but then continued walking.

It wasn't Chloe.

Andrea took a sip from her tea, shaking her head as she caught up to Wesley's question. A sharp ache in her butt made her wince and she wiggled in her seat, adjusting the fleshy parts to be more comfortable. If only the chair had a cushion - the wooden base was not friendly on her recently flogged butt. Momentarily, the minor ache triggered an involuntary shiver in her spine... and she felt heat in her thighs.

Standing next to her was Wesley - the punisher whose hand had worn the whip that still ached on her flesh - was part of the problem.

Fuck. I'm so stupidly horny - Andrea thought, almost out loud. When her meeting with Chloe was over, she'd have to fuck him. She'd gone almost five days without sex and that was as far as she was willing to endure.

Andrea pictured Wesley grabbing her by the neck and bending her over the table before tearing off her trousers in front of the Café clientele - to spank her ass a fresh shade of pink. Or seizing her by her hair and ramming his dick down her throat to pleasure himself - while he drank his kombucha and waited for Chloe's arrival.

"I showed you her pic, didn't I?" she spoke, trying to focus on the window outside and not stare longingly at his crotch, which was at her eye level. "Let me text her again..."

"Say what, babe?" Wesley rejoined, distracted as he observed the crowd of students crisscrossing the quad outside.

Five days since he had been inside her. Five days since he had tied her up, flogged her, and left her to be used by the rest of the Frampton House residents.

She wondered if the other students in the Café would be offended if she openly palmed his bulge. How quickly would the campus cops come running over - before she could unzip Wesley's jeans and smother his trunk with her drooling lips? It's OK. I'm the Frampton House slut... she would explain.

While Andrea was distracted by her sordid imaginings, Wesley stared intently at a blonde girl with her hair tied back approaching through the arcade. Trim of figure wearing a dark caramel bomber jacket and black jeans. Her jacket was open and he could see a white halter top centered with a large red cartoon heart.

"That's her!" Andrea snapped from her distraction. "Wesley! Quit your gawking and move your ass. She can't know you're here, remember?"

"Yeah... I do remember her now. She's a cutie. She looks different... when she doesn't have SNOWBUNNY written on her forehead," Wesley mused, remembering the last time he saw her at the Phi Alpha Sigma party.

He took one last, parting drink of the girl approaching from the quad - before he swiveled away a split-second before the girl looked entered the Café.

"Can you get me some coco, please?" Andrea called out to Chloe as she waited by the till.

A few minutes later, Chloe came over with her drink and the tin of powdered chocolate per Andrea's request.

Unseen by her, Wesley was sitting at a table away from them - his hoodie over his baseball capped head, pretending to work on his laptop.

Andrea had greeted Chloe with a big, warm hug. It was to let her think all grievances were bygones. Chloe was a former resident of 114 Lexington Lane - the previous tenant of Natalie's room. Apparently, she had moved out because of Andrea's sordid activities - specifically with the Frampton House residents. At least that's how Lisa saw it.

The charm offensive worked - Chloe's body language softened she in a deep, calming release as she sat down. There was nothing to worry about - she told herself. They were friends after all.

It was Andrea hoped would happen. She was pleased - smelling Chloe's vulnerability like a leopard near a wounded gazelle.

"Chloe, you look great! You've been working out, haven't you? You look great!" Andrea added, leaning forward across the table and smiling brightly. She reached out and toucher her arm - feeling her bicep muscles.

Chloe blushed at the compliment, her hand stroking a strand of her hair back - reacting like she'd just been hit on. Exercise had firmed her body a little and she had matured into a beautiful young woman - even though she still had a babyface that made her appear younger than she was - which coupled with her innocent, slightly naïve personality, made her appear younger than she was. Until recently, Chloe would not have looked out of place walking down the corridor of an average high school.

Her and Lisa looked quite alike sometimes. Pretty and blonde - with WASPy features. Small breasts, and pert little bubble butts. Both spinners - to use a term Andrea knew.

"Thanks, babe. You look amazing too... as always," Chloe beamed, her blue eyes shining brightly.

"Aww. So sweet, babe," Andrea smiled equally.

Last time she had seen those pretty blue eyes... had been at the tail end of a night of Halloween partying. Blot shot and bleary. from a night of partying. Her pretty face had looked decidedly slovenly - in addition to the crude writing on her skin courtesy of one of Sigma boys, her skin was smeared with sweat, spit and jizz.

It was a look that suited her well - Andrea had thought.

Truth be told, ever since Chloe had moved out - they hadn't really been friends anymore. Andrea had accepted the ghosting and hadn't thought much about it - until seeing her at the Sigma party - dressed in a white bunny onesie, her face a moaning effigy - a mixture of blissful euphoria and agony as the sweaty black beast between her spread thighs battered her tool into her cunt.

Now that Andrea knew they had something in common, an attempt at rekindling was earned.

Chloe looked a little sheepish, staring into her coffee - as if also recalling their last encounter and being ashamed of it. "I... I suppose I owe you an explanation. Maybe an apology even?"

There was hint of desperation in her voice. She kept her eyes low. Andrea saw through it all and basked in her precious, tortured suffering. She didn't need to worry about her secret being revealed, if that was her concern.

"Apology... for what?" Andrea enquired, leading her on.

"I guess... well Lisa... told me she thinks I moved out because of you. I - I haven't done a good job of convincing her otherwise - to be honest. I should have told her - "

"She thinks you moved out because I was too much of a slut," Andrea clarified. "That I scared you away with my whorish ways. Something like that?"

Chloe frowned, expressing regret. "I'm sorry."

Andrea shrugged. "Don't worry, babe. It's all water under the bridge. Lisa can think whatever she wants. We both know the truth, don't we? I'm no bigger slut than you are."

Chloe looked up, a small reaction of panic in her expression. "What do you mean? I'm not a slut."

"The white bunny costume was a nice touch. Very cute. No wonder you had those boys all over you. You might as well have had a please fuck me sign taped to your back."

Chloe's eyes widened in shock at Andrea's lack of discretion. Blushing, she looked around as if expecting someone to have overheard them. She leaned in - smiling at the comment. "OK... that was crazy. That molly... was something else. But it was a one-time thing. Thankfully, nobody I know saw me..."

"Except for me," Andrea added.

Usually, much of what went down on a Friday night - especially on Halloween - would be scrubbed from the student body memories by next Friday. Andrea didn't fear the reputation of being a known slut. She relished making new sordid memories.

"Please, Chloe - don't blame it on the molly. It wasn't molly that made you choose to dress as a snowbunny... knowing you'd be going to an afterparty at an all-black fraternity."

There was just enough bite in Andrea's tone to put Chloe on the spot. The friendly tone was still there - but firmed with enough to land a harsh truth.

Chloe's face went pink as she recognized the harsh truth. She looked irked by Andrea's perceptiveness and direct tone. Then she looked like she was about to cry.

"Oh god. I'm so embarrassed," she pleaded in a hushed tone, shaking her head.

Andrea looked her up and down, pitying her lack of self-conviction but also amused at it. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you embarrassed? Did you have fun? Did you enjoy getting fucked by those black frat bros? Did you do anything you didn't want to do?"

"What? Well... no. Ohhh... yeah... I guess you're right. I mean... OK. Oh my god, Andrea. You've got it all figured out, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I don't live with regrets. Deadass."

"I thought you would. You seem so... knowledgeable about this stuff. Like you're so - I don't know..."

"Like I'm a slut? It's OK. You can say it," Andrea offered with a smirk. "Did you see what those boys did to me?"

"No! I mean... I guess... I don't know. I mean I did see... some of it."

The image of Andrea flashed into their collective memories. Her lithe, white body sandwiched betwixt a handful of muscular, dark skinned, bulls - moaning into the crotch of one while a duo of dicks rutted in her holes.

Andrea smiled as she read Chloe's thoughts.

"You want my advice, don't you? Isn't that why you messaged me? Because you need it... what you're going through, all that doubt and insecurity. I know what it's like. I've lived through it. I've dealt with it for years."

Chloe looked up, her eyes staring into space. "I don't know... I'm constantly distracted... my mind is going to all these places. It's... so full of these... thoughts. Dirty thoughts. I can't begin to explain it... it's terrible. "

"You worry too much, Chloe. My advice? You should give in to your desires. You should do what makes you feel good. You should give your body what it wants," Andrea advised sagely - making sure to keep her voice low enough to not be overheard. Even though she would be happy to give that advice to the entire campus if she could.

For a moment, Chloe was speechless while her brain was trying to process it. "Give in to it?"

"Is anything else working? Church? Therapy? Have you ever thought, Chloe - it's maybe what you really want and should be doing? Dirty things - like you said. And... if you start doing it, it'll make you feel better. Or it won't make you feel... any you can easily stop. But either way, if you don't try... you'll never know. And you'll regret it."

"OK. I see. And by give in... you mean what exactly? Just so I'm clear..."

Andrea leaned in close, whispering to be heard. "Being a slut. Isn't that what you are missing? The longing, the desire... I know all about it. It's the call of sluthood. Come on! You've got less than a year till graduation... don't miss this chance. It's what you want, obviously."

Chloe looked on in pensive silence - a contemplative tension on her shoulders. "Is it that simple? Just give in. I guess for you it is... well, sorry - I don't mean it like that. But it's that simple, isn't it?"

"Yes. It's that simple. Just give in," Andrea confessed.

Instinctively, her glance darted to the left - to where Wesley sat. She was so turned on she could moan. The fact that Chloe was turning out to be a whore-in-waiting herself was turning her on even more.

"I mean - I've tried so many other things... I need to start doing what makes me feel better. Give into my... desires," Chloe repeated the thoughts like a lesson she was trying to memorize.

Andrea nodded approvingly. "Yes, now you're getting it. And you want to be a slut, right? Just tell me the truth... you don't have to do anything yet... but at least be honest with me."

"I guess. I think so."

"You are a snowbunny slut. Or you want to become one?"

Chloe looked unsure. She contemplated the term. She didn't know exactly what it meant - but she had seen the word written on her forehead of her reflection in the rearview mirror of the Uber she had used to get home in the morning after Halloween.

She gave the smallest of nods.

"I'll take that as a yes.

Chloe looked a little forlorn as acceptance dawned on her. "Why else would I go to Sigma - a black frat house - dressed like that. All those boys... you... Oh my god! Andrea! Did you not find that... degrading?"

"Absolutely. That's why I loved it."

Chloe blushed, looking around the café as if expecting to see the populace to look at her in judgement. No one noticed her. No one knew that she was... a slut. It felt reassuring.

"Wow," Chloe sighed. "How do you do it?"

Andrea beamed with excitement, reaching across the table and squeezed Chloe's hand. "I'm so glad we are friends again."

***

Chloe's Corruption

The Old Rec Building. North side of Campus. 12:35 pm.

"That's it. Eat my pussy. Lick it... you nasty, traitorous little bitch," Andrea thought.

In her mind, she kept cussing Chloe out... but only in her mind. Her face expressed the serene pleasure that built within, her lips reserved for passionate moans as she writhed against the bank of lockers, in symmetry to the soft flicking of the tongue against her clit.

"I can't believe we are doing this," Chloe exclaimed with a bright, playful smile, her lips glossy with the slick expression from Andrea's aroused flower. Her wide-eyed innocence belied such a skilled tongue.

It was obvious she had done this before.

"Chloe, keep going please. Don't stop now... so close," Andrea moaned. She placed her hand and stroked it through Chloe's golden hair - encouraging her tenderly. It was too early for tactful dominance - but Andrea did entertain the idea of gripping the pretty little, blue-eyed princess's blonde hair. Like how her black Frampton House bulls would when skullfucking her. Of course, that would be jumping a few stages and Andrea did not want to ruin the surprise.

You want to learn how to be a snowbunny slut? I'll show you! But you got some penance work to do first, Chloe...

Much as the strawberry-blonde little princess liked to play innocent, she was ripe for sluthood induction. The boys of Frampton would love her forever if she could guide Chloe to their embrace - another devotee for them to use.

Crouched on her knees, her mouth pushed against her crotch, Chloe did what Andrea desired. She flicked her tongue against her former housemate's clit and sucked on the pink petals. She was eager to please.

Poor little Chloe, it was all too late for her. There was no going back for her. They both knew it - Chloe too, as she twirled her tongue along Andrea's puffy, dripping slit. Her eyes, diamond-blue and intense, betrayed her lust and submission.

Chloe's corruption began a long time ago. But she had denied her nature, and it had built frustration within. In a moment of inspired deviancy, she had worn that bunny costume and turned up at an all-black fraternity. What did she think was going to happen? She was unlucky not to have left the house with black nutt running down her legs from all her stretched holes - like Andrea had.

Earlier, at the Café, before they had both decided to elope to the forbidden Old Gymnasium, Chloe had asked a stupid question. What exactly is a snowbunny?

Andrea had laughed hysterically, gathering a few puzzled looks from the nearby clientele. Chloe was being sincere. Once the confusion had passed, Andrea leaned in closely and explained the term.

"It's OK, Chloe. You'll do fine. Being a snowbunny at Bradbury College is so easy. And fun! I can even introduce you to some of my friends who'd be happy to... help train you in a way that will make you very comfortable with it. They are very respectful. And nice."

Chloe shook her head. Something else had been worrying her. Something she needed to get off her chest.

"I'm a bad person... I am a slut," she had moped, palm in her face as she sighed deeply. "I'm a cheater. I've cheated."

"Cheated? Oh... wait - don't tell me you're still with... umm... oh, what's his name? Mark?"

"Mattew - yes. I am. I was going to break it off... Oh god I feel so shitty."

Andrea consoled her, putting a hand on her head. "Don't worry about that now. You'll figure it out... what to do. You see, once you start being a slut, it'll purify you. You just let go of the guilt."

"I - I've done more. I had sex with your boyfriend..."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"I mean Darius... Diss. We had sex last year," Chloe admitted, tears emerging in her eyes.

Andrea laughed. "Oh! Well, he was never my boyfriend, Chloe - you silly girl. He was my... fuckbuddy. More like a fuck-Daddy. Well... as in like a Master. Yes, like that. I was his slut. He dominated me. He trained me to be the best slut I can be."

Chloe looked stunned but eventually, she nodded in understanding.

"Besides... I already knew about the two of you," Andrea added, seeing Chloe's eyes widen. "I saw you giving him a rimjob at a party last year. And he told me about you - that you've got a nice tight little pussy... but you wouldn't let him put it in your ass"

"I let him put his thumb in... there - sometimes... when we were having sex..." Chloe had explained awkwardly.

Andrea was sympathetic. Diss's big black cock would have scared most girls. Chloe's affair with him was obviously short lived - or she would have experienced anal sex with him sooner or later.

"And?" she had enquired, intrigue to hear what Chloe felt about getting her butthole fingered.

"And what?"

"His thumb in your ass... how did it feel?"

"It felt good," Chloe had admitted.

"I know it does. But not as good as his dick," Andrea had mused whimsically. "Once you start having anal sex with Diss... it's hard to go back to regular fucking."

She wasn't concerned about anyone listening to them. The only one who might be invested in what they were talking about was Wesley, still sitting nearby but out of earshot.

"Chloe? What's the matter now?"

Despite her confession, Chloe still seemed burdened, rubbing her fingers into her forehead like she was having a migraine. But it was guilt that ailed her. Andrea reached out and stroked her face, even running her thumb across her cheek to wipe a tear.

Chloe stared into her - her gaze deep, her eyes watery. She looked like a lost little kitten. "Oh Andi... I am such a terrible person. I feel awful."

"Because you cheated on Mark? OK, well that happens. You can work through it, I told you."

"Matthew. No... that's not all. I cheated - with Harry. Last year - before he graduated."

"Who is Harry? Wait... Oh... Lisa's boyfriend? No! Chloe!"

Chloe had nodded, her face turning white from the early pink blush. She looked for a moment like she was going to be ill. Lisa obviously didn't know that one of her best friends had slept with her then-boyfriend. It must have been before Chloe moved out and Harry graduated.

"Wow. You must have been desperate... Kidding!" Andrea had quipped, rising a look of annoyance from Chloe - who obviously did not find it funny. It was easier to placate Chloe by acting like none of her wanton ways mattered. In a way it didn't. Lisa was oblivious and now Harry was her ex. "Doesn't it feel better to take all this off your chest."

"It does..." Choe had admitted, a smile forming.

"Lisa doesn't know, does she? Poor thing. I never liked him - that boy, Harry. Now I know why... Fuck him. But you? You are supposed to be one of her best friends... bad girl," Andrea had added with a scolding tut.

"I know," Chloe had sighed deeply, wallowing in her guilt.

"And you still let Lisa think you moved out on account of being upset with me, right?"

Chloe looked up, her face sullen. "I did. I mean... she just assumed that... all the partying - all the boys you had over. I'm sorry. I could have done a better job of correcting her assumptions."

"You could have," Andrea agreed.

"... All those times I heard you and Diss in your room.... I should have made it clear it wasn't because of that. I never had a problem with it. I... I kind of liked it even..."

Andrea smiled - reminiscing fondly of those nights with Diss in her room. Instinctively, she had spread her legs under the table.

"It's OK to have liked listening to Diss and I fucking. Lots of people do. It makes it hotter. Did you play with yourself, when you listened?"

Again - Chloe blushed and scanned her eyes sheepishly. After a pause, she nodded, biting her lip cutely as though her thoughts had conjured the sounds of Diss's carnal visits.

"You guys were so loud sometimes," she chuckled. "But I wasn't trying to move in on him. That just sort of happened."

Andrea laughed whimsically too. Of course, that sort of thing always happened with Diss. He was a notorious player and loved collecting easy girls.

"And then there was that time, after last Thanksgiving weekend... Diss was fucking me in the kitchen... and you walked in..." Andrea had mused, letting the words linger.

Chloe took a long sip from her drink. But her eyes rose to meet Andrea's, hinting at her prurient thoughts. It was clear she recalled the event - coming back from home, entering through the front door to find Andrea spread out on the kitchen, her legs dangling over the edge with Diss, equally buck naked and sweaty, thrusting into her. The sight of it broke the last vestige of her fading innocence. She fell in love with what she saw, even though later, she had claimed to detest it - to her polite society friends - Lisa included. But she did play with herself, in her room, later that night. And many nights after.

"I guess I was a bad influence sometimes," Andrea admitted, offering an olive branch. She leaned over the table, her lips inches from Chloe's face. As if to whisper in her ear. Or kiss her. Meanwhile, underneath the table, Andrea slid her hand below the loosened band of her trousers. She touched her fingers to the damp patch of her panties. She continued to speak. "I'm sorry too. But... you have been a bad girl, and you have some making up to do. Starting with me, don't you think?"

"Oh... yes. I'm sorry - "

"Hush. Let's go somewhere else... "

Chloe knew her life had changed the moment she agreed to follow Andrea to the Old Rec building.

"Are you sure this place is empty? I'm pretty sure the custodians still use the offices here..."

The place was off limits and due for renovation, but Andrea had keys to the basement entrance.

"No one's here Chloe," Andrea shrugged as she led them deeper into the building. They found what used to be the girl's changing room. All the lockers were still there, rusty and chipped. The room smelled of old sweat and grime and still had that décor from the 1960s. But at least it was private.

"Why are we here?"

"I need to know I can trust you, Chloe," Andrea explained, removing her jacket.

Chloe had looked confused, until Andrea loosened the string on her pastel-green trousers and started to slip them down, revealing the hemline of her black thong. Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled, her fingers tracing her waist as she watched Andrea undress.

"You can trust me, Andi. I want us to be friends again," she offered firmly as she approached. Chloe placed her hands on Andrea's hips. Their eyes met and she leaned in, kissing her fully on the lips.

It surprised Andrea. Chloe was confident, even if she was unused to showing it. But she was eager and hummed with restless energy. For a while, they kissed - softly, their tongues and lips moving as they tasted each other, savoring the sweet innocence of their sapphic connection, excited by what was to come.

"That was nice," Chloe purred, biting her lip softly as she lavished the glow. Despite her pretty, wholesome innocence - Andrea sensed the deviant within.

"I want to help you channel your lust, Chloe. I can show you how..." she explained, taking off her top except for her bra. "Can you do something for me?"

Chloe looked at the way Andrea stood in her panties - her taught, perfect body on display and knew what was expected of her. She kneeled - displaying her obedience. Had she done this before? She leaned forward and pressed her lips on her mons labia.

The kiss expanded - Andrea moaned as she felt the tingle rise, in response to the hot wet mouth that lavished her quim. She pulled her thong to the side - shuddering as she felt Chloe's tongue lengthen along her shaved slit, finding the pursed, pink folds of her pussy. It was a more delicate feeling than she was used to - the girlish tongue flicking and touching her folds in a way that felt new. The air was cold around her - but heat rushed between her legs and out through her body.

Andrea gasped, stroking Chloe's hair as her tongue probed her twat, finding her moist opening, deepening the sensation. The heat expanded and she leaned back onto the locker and lifted herself up onto the balls of her feet as Chloe's button of a nose grazed her clit. She gasped as lips trailed along her vulva to suckle on her clit.

"Chloe..." Andrea sighed, writhing and spreading her hips further, surrendering to the squirming, wicked tongue of her former housemate. The pleasure became consistent - as was the dripping of nectar that slicked Chloe's lips. When she added a finger, Andrea gasped - her breath breaking as she felt the digit part her vulva and glide into her pussy. Deepening the flow. A small trickle escaped, down her sex and smearing the pretty face that was eating her out.

Those pretty, blue eyes no longer seemed full of innocence. They were playful, naughty. Andrea recognized hunger and sin. She squeezed Chloe's locks, moaning as she squirmed her twat on her face and soaked her skin with arousal. She quivered as her pussy clenched on her fingers. And all the while, Chloe's lips tickled and plucked at her clit, committed to show penance for all her betrayals.

"Fuck," Andrea moaned and came, throwing her head to the side as the rush crested. Poor Chloe - she probably hadn't expected to have to wipe girl-squirt off her face before her next class. One second - Chloe's eyes sparkled playfully, the next they widened in shock as she tasted the excess flow of Andrea's rapture. But that was what she got for swirling her tongue along Andrea's clit like that. And fingering her. On the second squirt, some of her wetness splashed into those baby blues.

"Are you OK?" Andrea chuckled.

"Did you just pee on me?" Chloe complained, squinting at the sting of girl-come in her eye.

"Pee on you? No! Have you never squirted before? Sorry... I should have warned you..." Andrea offered.

In fairness, it was a mild spray. Andrea was a notorious squirter and had it been one if her explosive expressions, Chloe would be having to wring her hair dry. Only for that kind of orgasm - Andrea would also have to be getting her ass fucked at the same time. Her lips were sticky and Andrea leaned down to make out with her - basking in her own feminine tang. She licked the excess of her cheeks.

"Can't believe we did that. And to think that while we were living together, we could have been doing it all? What a missed opportunity..." Chloe mused.

Andrea gave her an accusatory glance as she moved to gather her belongings, now that their introductory sapphic sesh had ended. "And whose fault is that?"

"I know," she sighed remorsefully. "What is that?"

Her curiosity piqued as Andrea had pulled out of her bag an object that looked familiar. It was a butt plug -metal with a circular base, white base and an emblem of a black heart spade centered in the middle. Andrea held the object in her hand out, showing it off.

Chloe looked at it a bit more. "Is it... a sex toy of some kind?"

Andrea smiled coquettishly, then placed the bulb into her mouth - sucking and licking on it like it was a lollypop. "You have a lot to learn. Watch closely."

Then she turned around, offering a full view of her rear, she pulled her thong to the side. Smearing more spit on her fingers and then around her asshole, Andrea kissed the tip of the plug against her puckered ring.

Chloe's eyes narrowed in wonder at the sight of Andrea's sphincter spreading to swallow the bulb - the view accentuated as Andrea bent forward to arch her back, displaying the toy like she was showing off some jewelry. It looked so snug and fitting, Chloe wondered how she did not recognize its design at first sight. And apart from the appealing sight of Andrea's shaved pussy, the flavor which still lingered on her lips - she was also impressed by the intonation of her sphincter. She'd only ever seen a few buttholes in her life, but Andrea's suspiciously had the appearance of one that got fucked often. She recalled what Andrea had said regarding Diss, their mutual former lover - and his love of anal sex.

"How does it feel?" Chloe enquired eagerly.

"Amazing. I'll get you one. You'll need it, trust me," she said.

"Do you wear it often?"

"As often as I can. If I'm meeting up with the boys..." Andrea trailed off. "Don't worry, I'll explain later. I don't want to ruin the surprise. You'll love it."

Chloe nodded agreeably. But before she could ask more questions, Andrea's phone vibrated aggressively on the bench nearby, startling her.

Andrea picked up the phone, turned to Chloe to advise her to get ready to leave, and then answered the phone. But not before Chloe noticed the caller ID.

WESLEY - suffixed with a heart emoji.

***

The Old Rec

The Old Rec Gym - North side of Campus. 13:21 pm.

Wesley groaned as he hoisted himself through the window.

For a moment, he balanced his colossal 6'4 frame on the pane, tensing his core while his legs dangled out back - before curling forward into the building.

The window was a good six feet off the ground and Andrea assisted his entry by holding him around his shoulders as he dragged himself inside, preventing him from landing face-first on the floor. With some effort, he clumsily scrambled his legs over the pane.

"Fuck!" he cussed as he rubbed the ache from his knee - the pain-memory of his career ending football injury still lingering.

"Wes! What the shit?" Andrea demanded in annoyance. She was nearly knocked off her feet as he scrambled inside. "Why the fuck didn't you come through the basement door like I told you?"

"Ugh! This place is filthy..." Wesley complained angrily as he slapped the dust off his jeans and sports jacket. "What are you talking about, girl? You told me to meet you here."

Andrea raised her arms in frustration. "I told you to come through the basement door!"

Wesley shook his head, walking further inside the building. "The basement door was locked."

He had wanted to go back to Frampton House for a comfortable place to have sex. Not only was it risky to hook up on campus lately - the weather was starting to turn - at first windy but now looking like it would rain.

Andrea looked at Wesley incredulously - not seeing the same concerns he was. Ever the thrill seeker, she was always on the lookout for a good spot to fuck - in public or otherwise. One of her most exciting experiences was giving Diss a blowjob in the back of a lecture hall, while the class was still in session.

The Old Rec being out of use meant that they wouldn't get caught - especially as she had a key to the basement entry. She was certain she had left the basement door unlocked for Wesley. She had purposefully made Chloe leave through the window - to make sure that she didn't accidentally run into him. It was much easier to escape from the inside - all Chloe had to do was jump and land OK. An easy feat for the former cheerleader with her lithe body and weight.

Andrea had told her that she would be in touch soon. They more than friends now - she had promised with cryptic meaning. Then she kissed Chloe on the lips as she bade her to leave the building by the same window Wesley had just entered.

"I'm not a lesbian, just so you know," Andrea had explained mirthfully to Chloe.

She had kissed plenty of girls - especially during threesomes, a black cock sandwiched betwixt her and another slut's lips. She had considered having Chloe hang around for Wesley's invitation to carry out the act. How good it would have been, to have the two of them, crouched before the dark skinned adonis, their faces smushed together, one slutty mouth cuddled around his balls, the other sucking greedily on his bull cock.

But that would be rushing - Andrea thought. Chloe wasn't ready for that yet.

Wesley would have enjoyed that. Outside the Old Rec Gymnasium, standing behind a row of hedges, he had spied Chloe jumping out the window. He had watched her measure the impact of the height from the window - before landing and tucking on the grass with dexterous ease, her small, flexible body absorbing the hit comfortably like a well-practiced athlete. In the moment before her jump - as she had hesitated - he caught sight of her skirt riding up as she squatted on the windowpane and the pink triangle of her undergarments. Chloe had pulled off her escape moments later, but not without titillating him first - before she ran away as the drizzle began to fall.

"What do you mean the basement door was locked?" Andrea pushed on. "Are you sure you tried the right one?"

Wesley shrugged nonchalantly, already walking inside the building and establishing his bearings. The Old Rec - or the Old Gym, as it was also called before. The colors on the wall - once red, purple and gold like the school mascot - had faded into a dull of color with time. The air reeked of abandonment. And stale sweat.

"You are sure the building is empty?" he asked uneasily.

Andrea thought for a moment. "It's supposed to be. No sign of anyone here today, at least."

Wesley looked at her blankly. "Is this one of the keys Diss gave you?"

The Old Rec Centre used to house a Basketball court and gym before it was replaced by a shiny new complex, twenty years or so ago. At one point, it became a popular hang for students to smoke weed and fool around but these days it was locked and inaccessible, unless you had a key. Andrea had one - given to her by Diss before he graduated.

For half a minute, they both listened out for signs of others in the building. The only thing they could hear was the sound of rain and distant thunder. They were along - but the sooner they got through what they needed to do, the better.

Andrea urgently directed Wesley back to the girl's locker room.

"So... what did you and Chloe get up to in here?" he enquired with a smile. "Were you right about her... Grade A snowbunny material. No lie. Y'all had some catching up to do, huh? I thought y'all might start making out in the Café. What'd you two do in here?"

"We jus' talked," Andrea mused with a playful smile and a wink." Poor little Chloe. She's got no idea what she's in for..."

"She's definitely a baddie," Wesley summed up his appraisal of Chloe's potential. "You still mad at her?"

Andrea's sinister intentions for her former housemate aroused him. He had witnessed Chloe getting fucked at the Sigma party by at least two frat brothers. Clearly, Andrea planned to enhance her corruption. But it wasn't just about another chance to lure another Chloe into her web of seduction. It was also about revenge.

Wesley was fine with that - as long as it was done through the path of honest consent - even if it the path was paved with deception and opportunism.

"That bitch started the riff between Lisa and I... all that bullshit. But I'm working on healing myself," Andrea explained, smiling with a confidence Wesley found intimidating. "Making her a black cock slut will go a long way... to making me feel better about the whole thing."

"When do I get to fuck her?"

"Soon. Everyone will," Andrea declared.

Wesley thought about pressing for more but decided it could wait. He stood close to Andrea, rubbing her arms affectionately - his excitement growing.

There was a distant clang inside the building, like a draft banging a door against the frame. Heavy rain was now falling outside - and wind howled through the empty corridors.

"This place gives me the creeps - not gonna lie," Wesley complained, looking around. "It smells funky too. Deadass. Like stale farts."

"Ughh gross. Anyways... what did you want to talk to me about by the way?" Andrea asked. "What is it?"

Wesley looked a little hesitant, anxious even - which got Andrea fretting.

Taking a deep breath to gather his thoughts, Wesley spoke up. "I wanted to say...... I'm sorry. About the other day. I took it too far."

She stared back at him in confusion, not sure which day he meant. "Sorry? For what?"

Then she realized what he was talking about.

Saturday morning - after Halloween. The last time they fucked. So deliciously deviant...

Pissing on her after coming on her taking her picture. Tying her up, whipping her ass twenty times. Leaving her gagged and collared, restrained to his armchair so that the boys could come in and use her like a sex toy - which they did. Repeatedly, almost all of them sodomizing her as she had moaned into her ball gag. The vivid memory of the incident did not leave her resenting it. She had enjoyed every second of it - her slut training had conditioned her for it. Even the pain was now a fond sense memory.

The only thing worth resenting was that he was feeling bad about it now.

Feeling guilty, Wesley looked away for moment. "I feel like I pushed you too hard."

"What are you talking about, Wesley?" Andrea stared at him in, trying to process what he was saying. "Wes... why would you - I don't know why -"

"I got carried away. I was an asshole. Tying you up. Whipping you... all that. And after letting the Sigma bros run a train on you? That was messed up. Some of the boys are worried I took it too far. I'm sorry, baby."

He looked vulnerable and she did not like that. She had to put an end to this.

Yes, Saturday morning had gone on longer than expected - with her getting restrained and assfucked before being passed around from room to room as the boys, still horny, high and full of the party spirit, were determined to ensure she was thoroughly used like a cumdump. They seemed to be consistently horny in her presence - with Natalie crawling naked on all fours too - so even after busting a nutt, a second or third wind would follow. Eventually, DeShawn made them crawl naked out the back - with each ass getting a hard parting spank to thank them for their service, closing the door on them as they stood on all fours on the back porch was the final humiliation. But it served only to validate her submissiveness and crave her next return. The same was true for Natalie.

After that, the two sluts had stumbled back home. Thankfully the walk was short because her clothes were in tatters while Natalie had to borrow shorts and a hoodie from the boys. Recovery followed after that, Andrea taking a long soak in the bathtub to soothe her aching holes and muscles - while enjoying a glass of red wine and a fat spliff.

Between the Frampton House boys and the Sigma boys, well over ten dicks had fucked her. Despite all that, she was not resentful. The memory only titillated her and brought a renewed sense of longing.

Grabbing Wesley by the chin, she pulled his face back to look him in the eyes.

"Rouge," she uttered.

For a moment, his expression was blank as though he hadn't heard correctly and the word hadn't registered its meaning.

"Rouge?" he confirmed.

'Rouge' for red - or stop. Orange - to slow it down. Those were the safe words.

But the impact on him was felt. He realized then that he had misread the situation and he had no reason to apologize. And it reminded him that despite her commitment to being their shared slut, she still had agency.

"Wow... I honestly can't remember the last time used the safe word," Andrea laughed - surprising herself by the revelation. Her joy and laughter was infectious. Wesley laughed too, feeling the weight lift off his shoulders.

"OK. So... you're not mad at me," He clarified, tracing his hands down her back, already moving on to the charm offensive.

She rolled her eyes at him. "No, dummy."

"I ain't heard from you till last night..."

"Umm... yeah! Nat and I needed some recovery time at the spa! My poor ass has only just started feeling normal," she explained with a smile.

It took a day for her hole to recover, days more for the lingering ache of the flogger.

Wesley smiled and groped her ass with two palms and pulled her in - signaling his improved disposition and his intention. "It's feeling fine now, right?"

Andrea sighed as she pressed up against him. The feel of his firm grip on her ass was like a breeze on the embers of her lust. She smiled at him playfully, lifting her leg and rubbing her crotch against his thigh. Rubbing her wetness onto him. The grip on her butt increased and she leapt into his loving embrace.

Their kiss was ferocious, their faces smothering as their tongues twirled and danced in the air. She cried out as he pressed her back against the old metal lockers, biting his lip as revenge. Their breaths became one, passion flowing between them. Her legs wrapped around his waist; he lifted her up higher again.

"I missed you, daddy," she purred into his ear, before pushing his face into her bosom.

Wesley carried her to the bench, putting her down as he seized her by the arm and hair in a controlling manner to haul her to a posture of submission. "On your knees!" he commanded, directing her sight to his bulge.

Quickly she unzipped and pulled down his jeans, his ten-inch erection jumping out like a coiled spring, tapping her in the face. Moaning, she swirled her tongue and lips around his balls, bathing her taste buds with his musky aroma.

The heat, and the feeling of his essence brimming within, flooded her mouth with viscous spit as she twirled her tongue around his scrotum. The taste, the smell - raw and masculine - was the exact follow up she needed to the sweeter, more innocent flavors of Chloe. She enjoyed her ex-housemate - but nothing was as delectable as the feel of a hot black stud's cock and balls in her face, swirling with life-giving seed and hole-busting heaviness.

Slurping his scrotum until it dribbled, she buffed the saliva onto her tongue and then swiveled her neck to guide his rod into her throat.

"Yeah... suck dick bitch!" Wesley huffed, tightening the grip on the back of her head as she deepthroated him. Andrea did just that, her cheeks puffing up as spit dribble out the sides of her mouth. A few strokes more, helped by his hand gripping her hair, and she could feel his balls on her chin. "Look at me!" He growled, forcing her to stare up at him.

She met his frenzied gaze with lust as the last of his girth crammed into her throat. He was back to being her dominant stud again.

After feeling her strained, superheated breath on his meat, he pulled out. "Better take your top off -" He suggested, slapping her face playfully with his fuckstick, "- or I'm gonna to tear it off!"

Andrea recoiled, rubbing the sweet sting on her cheek. Her eyes, full of lustful mirth, smiled at the big, black trunk dangling over her face as she pulled off her blouse as instructed, before quickly swallowing him again.

Squatting on her haunches, Andrea pushed back the gag reflex - using her throat muscles to massage his cock buried deep in her esophagus.

Chloe's earlier ministrations had certainly proved useful in revving her into a hot and bothered state. But there was only so much pleasure that could be derived from the petite, inexperienced blonde - what Andrea craved was the sturdy, rigid power of black bull cock wrecking her body. Still, the satisfaction of Chloe's imminent corruption was the most pleasing outcome. She thought about how hot it would be training her to be a deepthroat slut - as she choked on Wesley's phallus, his hands gripping her hair.

"Fuck yes, bitch. Throat my shit," Wesley growled in satisfaction, tapping the back of her head. "Good slut."

With a final shove, she was able to press her forehead against his belly - and tongue his sack while his pipe rooted in her neck. A few minutes later - she pulled back followed by a blast of spit and air, as her throat had been thoroughly stretched. She fell back on her butt, before quickly spinning round and crawling towards the center of the room.

Smiling, Andrea bent over the bench - dropping her bottoms and revealing her ass - divided by the dark strip of her bubble gum teal G-string... and the bejeweled end of the butt plug.

Wesley's dick bounced in excitement at the sight of it. He never tired of seeing his favorite piece of ass - plugged and ready for him to carve out.

"Chloe liked it. I'll be getting her one too. A small one, to start off with."

Wesley growled - his cock drooling pre-cum. "You gonna make another anal slut for us?"

She nodded agreeably - happy that he shared the same twisted thoughts as her. She knew how to turn him on like no one else - and her wickedness had provoked that carnal, fiery lust that she liked to see in her men.

She felt his grip pull at the flimsy material of her thong, drenched in her lusty flow - and dragged it off. It made for a useful gag as he shoved it into her mouth.

"Daddthee!" She complained, half muffled. A sharp slap on her rump shut her up, the sound echoing off walls of the abandoned building. Crudely, he dragged off her loose bottoms and threw them across the room - leaving her exposed and at his whim, wearing just her trainers.

Her back arched, he put her on her knees, crouched on the bench, lowering her forward. She felt his manhood at her slit, guided by his pelvis alone slide past her wet folds in one firm thrust.

"Oh yesss! Fuck!" He moaned in relief, happy to be back inside her, happy to feel her fabulous cunt squeezing his dick.

She moaned in response, her maw still stuffed with her thong, her back arched as her thighs and rump absorbed the thrusts. He wasn't going for speed at first. Just firm strokes her with his lengthy pipe. Then he slammed harder. Her arms pulled back, completely at his mercy.

Fuck! There it was - the feel of his trunk pushed balls deep. She screamed, her legs convulsing, her body exploding with orgasm - followed by a dash of liquid bursting out of her velvety cooze.

"Oh, fuck yeah, bitch! Fucking come on my dick!" Wesley crooned as he slow-stroked her back to recovery. He pulled out, much to her chagrin and spanked her ass - making her well-fucked pussy queef. "Spread your ass, slut! Push the buttplug out."

She reached back and placed her fingers on her cheeks as she lowered her face on the bench, arching her back and expanding the space between her cheeks. Only the bejeweled plug stood in the way - which she attempted to move by flexing her sphincter. At first, the toy way wouldn't budge, until she strained her pelvic floor, clenching her muscles to contract and release in rhythmic waves until the plug started to slip. With a final, strained push and a grunt - her anus bulged and out popped the buttplug - announced a satisfying, airy sound.

Wesley caught the plug midair, while his other hand massaged the liberal flow of her stimulated cunt, her hole gaping in memory of his cock. But the gape of her butthole was more pronounced - a circular yawn - revealing the pink, slippery cavern that called for exploration.

Before the opening could shrink to normal, he sealed it with his helmet and slid inside her tunnel.

Leaning over her, Wesley gripped her long, silky black hair, pulling her up ever so slightly, so he could stretch his hand and place the ass-end of the plug into her already panty-stuffed mouth. She pouted back at him, but her body language was invitational, her arms spread back to pull her cheeks wide, beckoning for sodomy.

"Fuck," Wesley groaned, relishing the warm, succulent tunnel slurp his meat as he slid balls deep. Her asshole could drive a man wild with lust - so perfectly molded to serve black cock.

Using her hair as a rein, Wesley thrusted his pelvis against her haunches. "Yeah bitch! Your ass... so fucking good on my cock! Play with your pussy slut! I want you coming while I fuck your ass!"

Andrea's thighs started to tremble - a response to the combined effects of the butt sex, the spanking, and the dirty talk. She came again, her body spasming on his meat. Wesley fucked her through it all - over the crest until she was whimpering in delight - sliding her hips back and forth in ecstasy, riding the exquisite feel of his steel gliding through her tunnel.

"Come here slut... suck my dick! Suck your ass juices off my dick!" he demanded as he withdrew from her butt.

Quickly, she twisted her body around, her eyes on him as she removed the butt plug and thong from her mouth. Trailing his dangling cock with her tongue, she stretched her maw and swallowed the greasy shaft with a guttural moan of pleasure. Full aroused and pleased by her showmanship, Wesley squeezed his hands around her head and bullied his cock deep down her gullet - until she deep throated him again.

He encouraged her to hold his dick in her throat for a while - grinding her face against his crotch till his balls pressed against her chin and she could tongue his sack. Then he relented, but only halfway, gripping her head with both hands as he proceeded to face fuck her once again.

Wesley groaned as he thrusted repeatedly, his body squirming as fresh nutt simmered in his balls, threatening to spew down her neck. Satisfied, he pulled out his rigid erection from her mouth playfully slapped her face while she caught her breath. Removing the rest of his clothes, he lay down on the bench, his erection pointing up to the sky like a maypole.

"Sit on it!" Wesley commanded, spanking her ass as she straddled him.

Andrea did not waste the moment, bucking her hips his lap as she docked his phallus with her butthole, then swirling her hips till her opening swallowed him all the way down. Her face was gleeful and wild, her makeup smeared and sloppy from all the fellatio.

"Oh yeah, daddy. Your dick... feels so fucking good in me... fucking my ass! Oh fuck! Fuck!" Andrea purred, winding her waist as she pumped his shaft with her rectum. She purred in ecstasy, a sex goddess at the height of her passion as she bounced in his lap.

Wet nasty sounds - skin on skin slapping, cock gliding through stretched butthole - filled the air and bounced off the walls, echoing through the empty corridors of the old building.

"That's it, baby! Fuck yourself! Work my dick, bitch!" Wesley growled and placed his hands on her swinging breasts, angling his pelvis to deepen the penetration as she bounced on him. "You're such a good anal slut."

"Oh yeah! I fucking love bouncing my ass on your black dick, daddy! You like that? You like my white whore ass working your dick? I love being your anal slut, daddy! I love making you nutt with my asshole!"

"Fuck yes! Do it bitch! Fuck yourself! Juice my nutt out, whore! Nasty anal slut!"

"Fuck yes! I'll show you - Oh fuck! I can feel it... again. Fuck!" She howled. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!"

Wesley could see the imminent orgasm as she rolled her eyes, her tongue drooping as she bounced in crazed, white pleasure. He could see the excitement in her body, her pussy flowering and pouting with arousal, her juices trickling like a leaky flange all over his abs as she flexed her asshole up and down his shaft. He wanted her to feel good - and to feel her muscles throttling his meat as she came.

"Yes, bitch! Bounce that white ass on my dick! Fucking come on my dick!"

"Ohhhh fuuuck!" She climaxed, rubbing her clit through another explosion. Her pussy gushed a jet of squirt on his belly, her legs uncontrollably shaking as she bucked wildly.

Wesley took over and maintained an intense upward thrusting as he chased his own impending nutt. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna blast..."

Andrea bounced on him, yearning for his completion. "Put your hands on my ass, baby! Yeah, that's it! Feel me squeezing on your dick! Now slap my ass! Harder! Make me work for your nutt!"

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck... Andrea - you fucking slut! Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuuuuck!" Wesley groaned, each cuss abetted with a hard slap that cracked off her pink rear. He winced and shuddered, his eyes squeezing tight as the almost unbearable pleasure burst. His legs squirmed, his beefy thighs bouncing her like a bronco as he spewed slug after slug of his boiling nutt up her guts.

After a moment catching her breath, she leaned down and pressed her breasts to his chest - kissing him deeply.

"Oh baby! Wesley - I love when you come with me," She purred, her hair and skin sticky with sweaty.

"Fuck Andrea... I came so much!" Wesley moaned, still in a daze. Cold light filtered - like he'd woken up from a dream. But he was still inside her.

"Don't move," Andrea instructed and slowly lifted her ass up. As soon as he detached from her hole, a trickle of his semen leaked out. Rather than try and stop it, Andrea pushed the anal creampie out of her hole, letting it leak out on his stomach.

Unsaddling his lap, she pulled back her sweaty hair from her face and bent over to smother his deflated dick past her lips, her eyes looking up at him as she sucked the last drops of balljuice from his tip.

"Fuck!" Wesley cried out, shivering as he endured the completion on his sensitive dick.

She moaned as she savored the taste and sight of Wesley's face contorting in prolonged pleasure. Then his balls, which suckled lovingly, each one at a time. Then she pressed her tongued flat on his belly, licking and sucking on the creampie that had leaked out of her asshole. She slurped it all, even her pussy squirt, until there was no more left and Wesley's rich, dark mahogany skin was clean and shiny.

"All better," she declared, a brazen smile on her face as she relished the combined taste of jizz, sweat, spit, ass-juice, and squirt. She gaped her mouth open to demonstrate that it was all swallowed.

"God damn. Andrea... you're so nasty. I fucking love you."

"Don't get all sweet on me," she laughed. "I need that energy... we are going to make Chloe Armstrong a slut like me."

"You got it, bitch," he chuckled, giving her a firm slap across the face.

Outside, the weather was getting worse. It was going to be a thunderstorm.

Wesley got dressed while she stretched out the ache from her muscles with a downward facing dog. She placed her blouse on, looking around for her bottoms when Wesley picked up the butt plug which he had rested on the bench.

"Come 'ere" he said, standing expectantly with the sapphire-colored toy in his hand. She looked up at him. He placed the plug into her mouth and cupped her ass again. "Next time... I'm thinking I'll nutt on your face, make you wear it..."

The threat caused a flutter of excitement in her belly. He pulled the plug out of her mouth and was about to put it in her ass when a loud startled them both.

"The wind?" Andrea offered dubiously.

Another bang. More loudly this time. And then the distinct fall of heavy boots walking on the floor.

Shit.

Andrea and Wesley both cursed silently and scrambled trying to collect their things in a rushed panic. The door was no longer an option so they would have to jump out the window.

They heard the door to the changing room opening. Someone had heard them and was now looking for them.

Andrea quickly pulled her loose-fit trousers on while she gathered her belongings. Wesley sprinted towards and the window and pried it open, the rusty hinges breaking as he forced it clear in one shove. He looked outside - it would be an uncomfortable jump, but they had no choice.

"Hello? Who the hell's in here?" A male voice boomed - stern and full of authority.

Andrea - still only half dressed - turned to Wesley and was about to follow him out when she realized she'd left her phone and keys on the floor. She sprinted to grab her belongings - just as she saw a shadow rounding the edge of the lockers.

She didn't have time to get out. But Wesley did. He looked at her, waiting for her to join him.

"Go!" she yelled at him, waving him off to escape through the window. He hesitated - restrained by his cavalier instincts - before climbing through as quickly as he could and jumping outside.

She tried to follow him, reaching it just as she saw him land clumsily on the outside. He rolled onto the ground outside.

"Fuck!" Wesley cussed in anguish as he landed outside, before scrambling to his feet on the hard surface.

Andrea winced as she saw his pained, stuttered walk. She started to climb through the window. She was prepared to jump out as she was dressed.

"Hey you! Stop right there!" the angry male voice boomed from behind her. "Don't you dare jump out that window!"

Panicked, Andrea froze on the spot. There was no escape. The authority and threat in that voice, its power rattling the windows - made her heart race with fear.

Outside, Wesley hobbled on one leg and glanced back at Andrea, waiting for her to jump.

Go! Andrea mouthed at him as she waved him away, compelling him to escape. It didn't make sense for him to get caught too.

She slammed the window shut then turned to look her fate in the eye.

***

Laundry Service

Shortly after. Frampton House Basement

Natalie felt a presence behind her...

Slightly bent over the laundry room sink - she was dunking a jumper in the foamy water with her back to the door, attempting to soak and scrub out a troublesome stain. It was a task she had been repeating for some time - long enough to allow her mind to wonder and forget where she was standing. And what she was wearing.

It was rare for her not to be on campus on a weekday - but she didn't have any classes that day and she could focus on her chores and her assignments.

In the cramped, musty space of the Frampton House basement laundry room - a load of clothes rumbled inside one machine, another load was in the drier - another pile of her and Andrea's dirty clothes waited on the floor.

Only the day before the washing machine at the Girls' house broke down. Thankfully her friends at Frampton House - most of them athlete, producing sweaty, smelly clothes - had two that could handle her laundry needs.

So, Micah invited her over and told her to bring her laundry along with her laptop so they could also do some work. It helped they had a lot of the same classes - they spent a lot of time in his room lately, working through their assignments.

In between that - they would fuck.

Their time together was often made up of class work, watching movies or series, playing board games. In between all that? Smoking weed and fucking.

Natalie felt close to him. He had become one of her best friends - second only to Andrea. And even though she was his slut - shared with the rest of the Boys in the house - he saw her as more than that. There was genuine connection.

"Damn... now there's a sight."

Natalie felt the voice before she heard it. As if ice cold water had been thrown onto her back, she snapped out of her spell - the suddenness of the salutation scattering her whimsical thoughts.

"Laundry service?" The recognizable, disembodied voice added cheerfully.

"Hi DeShawn," she greeted, not turning around right away. "What's up?"

It must have been the heat, to have her so distracted with puppy-love thoughts of Micah - because she hadn't heard DeShawn appear. And then she remembered... there was the matter of her attire.

Doing laundry should have looked innocent - if not for her outfit.

A large, blue-and-white lumberjack shirt she had inherited from her dad tied around her midriff to hold up her braless breasts, with her recently pierced navel exposed. Three of the top buttons were loose so her cleavage was very exposed.

Most of her lower body was exposed too. Apart from her thigh-high white stockings, she only wore a skimpy, white thong - the floss-like string squeezed within the ample crevasse of her round, pale buttocks.

From his point of view, she was practically naked.

It hadn't been intentional. She just loved wearing skimpy outfits, an effect of her recent sexual awakening. Even alone in her room, she could just be in her thong. It felt natural. Andrea had explained that as sluts - it was normal to possess a heightened sense of sexual awareness and that the desire to in revealing clothing should not be repressed.

Of course, being this comfortable in the Boy's house was likely to raise attention. The constant male gaze... Would DeShawn understand that her being in her thong was not intended to provoke him?

That was just a happy accident.

She was his slut. He was perfectly within his rights to walk up behind her, pull her thong to the side and slide his cock into her butthole. He could have done so even without greeting her. She'd probably recognize him by the tactile feel of his cock - sliding through her rectum.

In a way, it was decent of him to announce his presence.

"I'm just standing here... looking at my favorite slut," he continued.

His words sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. It must have been the heat. Overbearing, in the small, stuffy room with all the machines running. It was partly why she was so scantily clad. Moisture was already running down her legs.

The sweatpants she had worn earlier had been added to the laundry pile, stained with Micah's jizz. Natalie had arrived at the house with a big bag of laundry and her laptop, then gone up to Micah's room.

"Fuck," Micah had expressed cathartically, stretching out his arms after a long period of academic work. "I need to go for a run or something. My head is sleepy as fuck. We still need to do the Calculus 310 paper. It ain't due till next Friday though...."

Natalie needed a break too. It had been about two hours of serious work, and she felt like that was enough. She had also wanted to get the laundry done.

"I think that's enough work for one morning," she declared and pushed her laptop to the side, looking up from where she was lying on a thick rug in middle of his room.

She had been stretching out her legs in cobra pose and propped herself up onto her elbows, her unbuttoned dress opening and revealing her ample cleavage. Brightly, she had smiled at Micah... as she reached a hand back to fold the elastic top of her sweatpants down - exposing her cheeks and the butt plugged that was nestled snuggly between, just underneath the thong.

If the suggest had been expressed with too much subtlety, it was made clearer when she twerked her thighs invitingly - making her buns jiggle in a way she was sure to get the typical Frampton House boy's attention.

Micah had agreed to abandon the academic activities and for the next half hour or so, per her enthusiastic beckoning, fucked her in all her holes - first driving his nine inches of black meat into her pussy before sodomizing her thoroughly. He did not possess the biggest dick in the house. But he was considerate and listened to what she wanted. Only this time, she had let him pound her without interruption - from start to completion, softly pleading that he use her like a cumdumpster - as she lay prone on the soft carpet, her face down and her peachy bum absorbing his thrusts. He alternated using her holes, his balls bouncing off her labia as he stroked into her pliant body, his one hand pressing down on her head. She didn't say much else except moan and whimper through her feels - until she felt he was near the edge, at which point she had encouraged him by flexing her ass back at him to stroke his shaft with her sphincter. In a noisy, climactic expression, he slammed his hips into her buttocks. Even the gentle, sweet Micah could become a savage in the final throes of lust - especially with Natalie twerking and squeezing her ass muscles to milk him to completion.

Afterwards, she noticed her sweatpants had been ruined by their combined sex juices. And that was why she was only in her thong.

Natalie looked back at DeShawn over her shoulder, smiling. His tall, lanky body was leaned against the door frame - looking casual in his boxers and white vest.

"I thought Andrea was your favorite slut?"

He seemed in a playful mood, and she wanted to give as good as she got.

"A brother can have two faves, can't he?" DeShawn suggested, his words dripping with honey, as he stepped into the tiny room. "You doing our laundry too now, baby?"

Natalie rolled her eyes at the implication.

"I'm doing mine and Andi's washing. Micah said it was cool. Our machine broke down."

But he wasn't falling for her aloofness. Not the way her ass was posed, with the floss-like string of the thong barely concealing her asshole. He stepped up behind her, lingering just out of touch, out of sight - the heat from his tall body crowding her.

She could hear his beating heart. And without seeing it or touching it, she could feel his manhood - hard in his boxers - near her hip, humming with predation.

Of course, she knew that ignoring him would provoke him.

"I'm just teasing, you know..." he crooned softly, his breath on her ear.

DeShawn's rough persona was intimidating at times. He was tall and lean - a basketball player, his muscles wiry and corded, but no less strong than some of the other sturdier black hunks like Jerome and Julius. He wasn't as strikingly good looking as them, more rugged and gaunt in his face - but he had a devilish smile and a wicked persona. And he was great at fucking sluts. And he loved to bully his willing sluts.

Somehow, he always knew where the line was. Just about. As easily as he pushed Natalie's limits - he could pull back. Even at his roughest, it always left her feeling stimulated. Even when he'd slap her across the face, her pussy would melt and her heart would beat as she nursed her cheek. Pain was fleeting... and incomparable to the hunger she felt.

"I know..." Natalie murmured, drying her hands on the towel next to the sink before rubbing her neck, trying to shake the heat off but failing miserably.

The thought of not being his favorite - or at least tied favorite with Andrea - set her on edge. He knew how to press her buttons and already her mind spun with vivid inventions of what she could do to improve her stock.

"What you washing there?" he enquired curiously.

DeShawn wasn't referring to the clothes in the sink. He was referring to the pear-shaped, sapphire-colored butt plug that rested on the side. The one she had worn earlier.

"My butt plug," Natalie stated simply.

It was her training plug. Made of silicone, it was comfortable even as it stretched her inner ring, with a gentle taper that expanded her rectum. It had felt especially good when Micah fucked her pussy earlier. Natalie loved anal - but if she was getting her pussy fucked, wearing a buttplug felt twice as good.

"Been giving out this ass?" DeShawn rumbled, his breath hot on her ear. "But you ain't come to see me..."

The threat in his voice transferred to his hand, which firmed against her left ass cheek in a tight, biting squeeze. It made her gasp, the brazenness overwhelming. His other hand sought her neck - his fingers spreading around her throat.

"I was - I was going to come see - " she was about to explain, to apologize - when she felt her breath choked by his hand. He didn't want her to speak.

Natalie tightened her lips and softened her pose, relaxing her posture against his frame, giving into the strength of his grip on her ass and around her neck.

His hand moved to her belly - before sliding down, his fingers slipping into her panties. With a confident, possessive firmness - he cupped her pussy - feeling its hot, wet form against his palm.

The hold on her throat, the grip that pulled her back against his chest, the curve of her plump rear against his crotch... It felt subservient but natural.

The dark, potent aura that DeShawn emitted enveloped her like a blanket - adding to the sweat, titillating feel of his fingers on her pussy. She could read his thoughts - filled with vile purpose. The beat of his heart in his chest was threatening. Like a caged beast, growling with intent. He was angry at her - for the slight of not visiting him while he slept - to offer herself in tribute at his feet.

Subtly her back arched, her stance absorbing his intense tact. Soft obedience in harmony with his rough demeanor.

When two of his fingers slid down her slit, spreading it apart to feel her moisture - she moaned, leaning back onto his chest. His hand loosened from her throat and moved up to caress her lips, then finger her mouth.

Satisfied with how pliant she was - he was gentle at first. Calibrated. Measured.

She moaned when she felt his tongue glide along her jawline and towards her lips. Her tongue met his - the kiss quickly becoming lewdly French as his fingers found her clit. Hot lust surged - excitement bubbling like a volcano. Their tongues spiraled and twisted in the shared space between their lips - dancing for dominance. Just as she thought she could match him, he slid his digit into her sex, placating her back into her submissive place.

He wants to bully me. He wants to do such nasty things to me...

Soon enough, her pussy flowed with vibrant, liquid heat. Hot, sticky nectar dripping off her ripe flower onto his fingers. Even in the tropical heat of the laundry room, with the dryer on and the tight, cramped space - her pussy was the hottest thing there.

Deftly, DeShawn unclasped the knot in her flannel shirt, releasing the makeshift sling to collapse under the considerable weight of her bust, which widened the fabric in their wake, exposing her bare breasts. The rest he did himself, folding her top down past her shoulders and freeing her flesh.

"Big tits..." He moaned in satisfaction as he palmed two meaty handfuls of her fabulous double D titties.

"Big ass..."

DeShawn wasn't just describing her body. Big tits. Big ass. Playful monikers the boys had for her. Simple and accurate. Natalie had heard it repeatedly. Appreciating his tact, she moaned in wanton heat as his fingers tweaked her nipples - knowing how sensitive they had had become. Softly at first, before he added a sharp pinch and twist.

The lust intensified. She felt the helmet of his rigid manhood poke at her butthole - his boxers still covering it. She exhaled and arched her back, her hand reaching behind to wrap her fingers around its shaft with desperate zeal.

But this incensed him and he slapped her hand away.

Instead, he pushed her forward and bent her over - then squatted down and placed his face in her butt.

"Ohh, baby," Natalie moaned as she felt DeShawn slide her thong to the side and tongue her snatch. The feel of cool spit on her swampy, aroused folds was as welcome as ice-tea on a late summer night.

She purred with vivid lust, arching her back and smothering the dominant stud's face with her plump, comely buttocks - moaning in desperate need to feel that tongue twisting and turning in her pussy.

DeShawn welcomed the ass-attack with a roar of approval, followed by hardy squeezes and spanks to each of her pale, white cheeks. She welcomed the aggression, huffing and moaning as she felt the rough tact - occasionally teasing him by twerking her ass in his face like a well-paid stripper. A few spanks later and the inevitable clouds of pink mottled her marble-white skin.

DeShawn leaned back on his haunches and squeezed her ass, the ample flesh providing plenty of surface to grab. Spreading her apart, he paused to admire her oozing sex... But it was her butthole that called to him, the pucker winking in excitement, as if it was trying to say his name.

DeShawn aimed his tongue against her quivering ring and pressed hard - tongue-fucking her asshole while he squeezed two fingers inside her tight cunt. The joint stimulation vexed her senses and brought her closer to rapture - her cry of pleasure as she held her ass in his face, eager to prolong the feeling.

"Fuck - your booty hole tastes so sweet..." DeShawn crooned, his tongue squeezing into her pink pucker.

After a few golden minutes of DeShawn tonguing and slurping her butthole, she was ready for the real thing. Spit and her honey flowed down her legs, sizzling on her overheated flesh like butter on a pan.

"Gimme me the butt plug - I wanna stretch you out!" DeShawn murmured, adding a crude spank to her left buttock when she did not react expeditiously. "Lick it first. Get it wet."

Natalie slipped the plug into her mouth, slurping on the silicone toy to make sure every part of its surface was covered. Instantly, she became almost hypnotized by the ritual - moaning vividly as she held the plug in her mouth like a pacifier, with just the base visible.

Patiently, DeShawn allowed her to indulge herself, his two digits slowly juicing her pussy hole while he tongue-fucked her sphincter. Squeezing two firm handfuls of her ass-flesh, he her wide and bounced the tip of her tongue into her ring. He noticed it was already gaping a little, the muscle memory retained from all the black cocks having used it many times - including his.

"It's ready, daddy," she purred as she handed DeShawn the butt plug, perking her ass as an offering.

DeShawn took it from her hand and quickly worked the tip past her hole. He pushed it all the way in - her moans music to his ears as her trained tunnel swallowed the device comfortably.

"Fucking sexy ass anal slut," DeShawn murmured as he loved the way her hole spread. Then, gripping the base of the plug, he plunged in and out in a sawing motion, almost all the way out before sinking it all the way in.

"Ohhh fuck! Oh god! Oh fuck - Daddy!" Natalie moaned, the rapid thrusting of her butt plug stretching her sphincter.

DeShawn ignored her pleas and continued to stretch her ring. She cried out, her hands gripping the washing machine - a firm spank to her rear the only correction she needed to mellow into place and let her butthole be stretched.

Satisfied, DeShawn left the plug in her booty and rose to his feet. He embraced her firmly against his chest - his hands first mauling her breasts then moving to her throat - gripping tightly as she reached back and squeezed his throbbing erection. Against his dominant embrace, she was like putty.

"Open your mouth," he demanded.

Natalie recognized in his eyes - as he twisted her head to face him - that wild, intimidating look.

She acquiesced and spread her mouth wide. He spat on her tongue - three times. By the end she was moaning, tongue sticking out, his spit pooling in the inside of her mouth and dribbling her lips. Even more, she was drooling between her legs - lightheaded and in heat from the foreplay, melting against his hard, callous conduct.

When she felt him grip the base of the plug and yank it out - she spread her mouth wide, instinctively knowing where it should go next.

"Beg for it," he growled, dangling the butt plug in front of her face like an offering of grapes.

"Please daddy... let me suck my ass juices off my butt plug. I want to taste my ass, daddy. Let me suck my anal sweat while you fuck my shit hole, daddy!"

Deshawn growled angrily - a signal of his pleasure - and stuffed the wet butt plug into Natalie's gaping maw - granting her wish. Simultaneously, he grabbed her ass to the side and stuffed his raging erection into her gaped chute. Her hole, so familiar with his big, chocolate manhood - and so well stretched and prepared - offered no resistance as he slid inside in one firm thrust.

Moaning into the butt plug, Natalie tensed her core and absorbed the thrusts slamming into her rear, his big, angry meat grinding her steamy depths. Her arms braced against the washing machine - the spin cycle rattling and adding to the percussion at her back door.

"Daddy's in your shit hole now," DeShawn growled as he bounced his hips against her buttocks. He fucked her ass with urgency - one hand firm in her hair, the other on her waist - in a constant pattern of firm, ramming strokes.

"Mphhffffkkkkk!" Natalie whimpered into the plug. Her mind swirling with deviousness, the motion mirroring the clothes in the washing machine.

That was the effect DeShawn had on her. She had never liked bad boys - always finding bullies and jocks repulsive in high school. But as a slut, she had discovered that the right sprinkle of arrogance, channeled through dominance was an aphrodisiac that consistently had her in lust.

While Micah was mostly sweet and wholesome, DeShawn was anything but. He was the hard edge that she needed, just as much as Micah's nurturing softness. And she loved them both for it. The other boys too - loveable brutes. Thankfully - she had plenty of appetite and body to spare.

"Thank you, daddy," she tried to speak, but for the butt plug gagging her mouth - as the raging spear dug out her guts.

DeShawn ignored her - focused only on his pleasure. Having eaten her out earlier - he had extinguished his generosity and was now using her ass like a fucktoy - beating his hips into her butt in a constant motion as he pummeled her over the washing machine. He growled in her ear, making wild, animalistic sounds - his hands firm on her breasts - hugging from behind as he sought to own the entirety of her colon.

"Fuck... your ass is so sweet. Perfect little anal slut!" he groaned blissfully. "That's what you get for teasing me with that big white booty. Get fucked up the ass and used like a cumdumpster!"

The speed of his hips ramped up, skewering her guts until - with a final, pained yell - he exploded inside her, pinning her on top of the washing machine, while he unloaded his first load of the day in her searing guts.

Natalie felt his weight on her back, his beating heart on her back finally calmed as his breath slowed. They were both covered in sweat now.

"You fall asleep, baby?" she laughed - awkwardly still pinned against the machine, black cock still ensconced in her rectum. She squeezed her ass muscles to feel him.

It felt like her guts had been rearranged. She'd been feeling that a lot lately. Thankfully, the butt plug had done its work and the anal sex had been completely pleasurable, even with just spit for lube.

"DeShawn?"

"Fuck - I needed that," he groaned, finally moving.

Slowly, he slid his deflated pipe out of her butt - the sudden vacuum in her bowels making a wet, squelching sound. Standing firm, he dragged his hand in her hair to twist it into a tight ponytail - then dragged her down onto her knees.

Rolling forward she, she arched her face towards his erection - her tongue reaching out, her mouth salivating at the prospect of worshipping the black cock that was laced with her ass juices. But his grip on her hair did not relent - and cruelly, he snapped her head back, denying her the object of her hunger.

"Please, daddy - can I suck your dick clean?" She purred, layering her appeal with a demure, desperate posture, her hands pawing at her thighs.

"That's better. Remember your manners bitch," he reprimanded before slacking his grip on her hair.

Natalie -brimming with lust - gaped her lips wide and angled her neck as she leaned forward on her haunches to engulf DeShawn's semi-erect cock in her throat. The unique flavor of anal sex on his cock caused her to moan.

He smirked haughtily, pleased that she was willing to prostrate herself on the alter of submission. When she pulled out - she opened her mouth wide and he drooled thick spit into her mouth, rewarding her for her efforts.

"Please Daddy... can I toss your salad?" she purred, her voice honeyed with affection.

The heat was unbearable in the stuffy, musty laundry room. But the cool of the tiled floor on her legs provided relief.

It wasn't so much that he wanted a rimjob. It was that she needed to satisfy him. That she was willing to degrade herself for him and show that she was a down and dirty freak.

DeShawn's jaw tightened and he grunted his approval. He fisted her hair as he spun around, presenting her with his tight butt while pulling her head towards it. "Yeah bitch, lick my ass."

Crouched on her haunches, Natalie placed her hands on his muscled thighs - her manicured fingers gripping his checks and spreading them wide. His earthy, pungent aroma - a mixture of fresh sweat and overnight musk - greeted her senses and heated her desire to please him.

"Thank you, daddy," Natalie uttered gratefully as she smothered her face into his manbuns, pressing her tongue into his puckered starfish.

DeShawn moaned, "Fuck yes. Good girl."

She ate his ass like a greedy slut, her mouth slurping and salivating to explore the dank taste of his crevice. Eventually, she could feel his balls - propped on her forehead as she tongue-washed his taint - swell and brim with renewed vigor. When she reached round to squeeze his cock - a smile of contentment formed. She had served her purpose and re-vitalized his erection.

"So... am I your favorite slut now?" Natalie posed a while later. She was on all fours - lapping at his sweaty ballsack while a second batch of his load dibbled from her gaped, ruined sphincter.

He was sat on the foldup chair - a throne as far as she was concerned - his long legs spread wide, one foot resting on the washing machine, giving her mouth unfettered access to his nether regions.

Pensively silent as he considered the question, DeShawn finally shook his head. "Andrea is still my number one slut. She ain't got limits. No morals. She gets off on being degraded. A weapons grade freak - I think she'd be fucking all day, every day - if she could."

Natalie knew to take his words with a pinch of salt. Still her eyes narrowed and she lowered her gaze, hiding behind his scrotum as she tongued his sack.

DeShawn - noting the disappointment in her - leaned in and gripped her by the chin. "You're both excellent sluts, baby."

She nodded appreciatively.

He leaned down - his fingers opened her mouth and pressed onto her tongue.

"You're a bad ass bitch, baby - don't ever forget. I fucking love your fat, white fat ass... your hungry little butthole. Such a perfect cumdump whore... that's what you are," he crooned, before extending hid arm over her back to spank her ass with a loud smack. "Piece of ass! Goddam! My favorite feeling in the world... is being inside you guts."

Natalie beamed, warm feeling flooding her senses and brain.

He kissed her on the top of her head. "I'm serious, baby. You should be coming over every day... getting used as our cumdumpster."

She giggled. "Thank you, daddy."

He spat in her mouth again. A flood of heat pooled in her pussy still and she swooned. His essence - his come, his spit - warmed her body. It was euphoric. Hypnotizing. She was caught on his black dick like a fly in the spider's web.

About fifteen minutes later, Jerome and Keith scrambled loudly into the basement laundry room and walked in on quite a sight.

"What the fuck?" Keith exclaimed at the sight of the naked DeShawn and Natalie.

Natalie was holding DeShawn's foot up by his calf and sucking on his toes. DeShawn's other foot was pressing against her left tit, rubbing into her nipple. He was leaning back against the washing machine, his hands behind his head in a relaxed posture.

"Damn," Jerome remarked excitedly at the sordid sight. DeShawn snapped out of his haze and looked up at his housemates.

"What y'all want?" He asked nonchalantly.

Natalie too glanced at them quizzingly.

The new arrivals stood for a moment, speechless with their mouths open.

Finally, Keith snapped out of his stupor. "Y'all heard about Wesley? He's at the hospital. Fell from a building or some shit. Julius had to drive him over there. Also... this room stinks of sex - what the fuck? Y'all better leave the door open and air that shit out."

"What?" DeShawn and Natalie exclaimed in unison at the news of Wesley's misadventure, not at Keith's assessment of the room.

"Jules said it was a leg injury or something. He's not like dying or nothing. We gonna go see him," Jerome clarified.

"What happened?" DeShawn posed, showing great concern for his house mate.

"What about Andrea? She was with him... is she OK? She told me they were at the Cafe earlier..." Natalie chimed in.

"I tried to call her - she ain't answering," Jerome added. His eyes lingered in Natalie - still on her knees, her back arching as she carefully placed DeShawn's foot on the floor. She was still buck naked except for the thong, slid to the side - revealing her plugged butthole. Her big, plump booty was arched towards him - pink fingerprints all over her marble white skin.

"You coming or what?" Keith asked as he turned to leave.

"Coming where?" DeShawn enquired, his eyes glazed over.

"The hospital."

DeShawn nodded.

"Yeah - I'll be there. Gimme a min... Got a load going," he explained... and pointed his thumb at the washing machine. "I'll bring Nat with me."

Keith shrugged and made to leave.

"Yo - Keith I'll be a minute too. I'll see you at the hospital. Gotta take care of something first," Jerome added, passively squeezing his crotch as he gazed at Natalie's ass.

"Don't be long," Keith called out - ascending the stairs and out of earshot.

"Should we - " Natalie tried to speak but DeShawn pulled her head towards his dick, reminding of her place.

"Suck first. You heard Jerome. Doesn't sound like a life-or-death situation... Right? Jerome? Yo!"

But Jerome was hypnotized by Natalie's form, the head of his erection poking out of the waistband of his shorts.

"Hmm? Oh yeah - Wesley. We got time."

DeShawn smirked and leaned back. At the same time, he twisted Natalie's hair and pulled her towards him, snaking his re-vitalized pipe into the warm bask of her throat.

***

Mr. Henry

The Old Rec Building

"God, I hope he's OK," Andrea thought. "Poor Wesley."

It looked like a bad landing after jumping out the window. He had only recently recovered from his career ending injury. Andrea knew she would have to make it up to him. How much anal sex was a busted knee worth?

It was her idea to meet in the Old Rec, not realizing it wasn't as abandoned as she had thought.

"So, miss - you really won't give me a name?" The man repeated, his gravelly voice barely concealing his disdain and frustration. "This is how you wanna do this?"

Andrea scoffed and turned in her seat - her own frustration naked and hostile. She inhaled deeply, pausing to reflect and consider her tact. She wanted to prolong the attempted interrogation. She knew how to deal with authority figures.

When she turned to look him in the eyes, it was with purposeful defiance.

The man was staff, that much she knew. But he was neither a professor nor a lecturer. He was in Campus Support Services - cleaning or maintenance, workers that were seen and rarely heard, from a student's point of view.

Initially, when he had caught her just after Wesley had escaped through the window, her concern was that she had been caught by someone with actual authority. The way his voice had echoed in the room had terrified her. She had been forced to consider that she had pushed her luck too far. It was less than two weeks since the email had been sent out by the Vice-Dean, about students fucking on campus.

But when she turned around saw the man wearing a jacket that she'd seen janitors or some of the maintenance crew wear, her fear died down. He had little power over her and they both knew it. Weirdly enough, her mood changed from being scared to playful, in the initial seconds after they'd med.

"I'm sorry - is this not the girl's room?" she had offered with a cheeky smile, offering a humorous jibe to cover for why she was partially unclothed. It was indeed the girl's changing room - but it had been out of bounds for years, as had been the rest of the building.

The man did not find it funny. Nor was her placated by her pert attempts to escape with just a warning. So, when he demanded that she follow him to his office, which was in the basement of the building - near the entrance she had used, her mood soured.

She protested and made her displeasure known as she followed him down the old hallway and towards the basement. He was ruining her day and she wasn't planning on staying in the Old Rec any longer than she wanted to. She raised her voice and stomped her feet petulantly - hoping he might find her defiance too annoying to stay wanting to deal with.

Which was a shame, because apart from the fact that he was working services - possibly a janitor or a plumber, she found him to be attractive. He was good looking with a beefy body that looked powerful. And he was black. Yes, much older - with a body and face that showed it - but he was good looking. He clearly groomed himself well - his shaved head covering for his hair loss.

She smiled at him as she stared him down across his desk, then leaned forward.

"Listen - we both know that you're not able to make a big deal of this. So how about I promise to never come back here, you give me a warning - and I can get out of this dusty old office. I got a lot going on!" she expressed confidently.

The man did not smile back.

He was not amused - neither with her pitiful attempts to blow him off or her bratty attitude. He was not a janitor or some lowly paid rent-a-cop. He was the custodian of the buildings - running all the upkeep and maintenance on campus. Whilst he was not in the profession of dealing with students' disciplinary issues - knowing that was a charge reserved for Administrative Body - he did not care for the entitlement of the youth today. He hated dealing with students - too jaded and cynical for their bullshit.

And he had to submit a report that would lead to a case against this unruly, young troublemaker. Soon as she gave him a name. Her card would probably be in her bag... if he wanted to snatch it.

Troublesome she had been. She had refused to explain how she had a set of keys for the Old Rec. She had refused to tell him who her partner in crime was - the big, broad-shouldered black boy that had hauled ass out the window. He recognized him - thinking he maybe was on the football team. But he wanted names.

Her name, in particular.

But in her face, that brazen look. Defiant and unbothered. She wasn't intimidated by him.

This did not concern him. He had a temper that he knew how to channel, and he had always maintained a calm, professional demeanor with the students. He was ex-Army and thankfully, not burdened by PTSD, like some of his friends and former servicemen. So, he could deal with a bratty student. Eventually, they all talked.

But in her eyes - he saw curious glances. Maybe flirtatious ones. She was checking him out. That concerned him more, not just open defiance. Wantonness.

Those eyes - green and intense as they were bold - full of dark, devious energy. The devil's eyes - if the devil was a woman.

A part of him knew that he could have misread her. He'd always been good with ladies. He had two ex-wives and five kids between them. He usually went for women closer to his age or older - so dealing with a girl who was about half his age was not entirely his forte.

He could have been wrong about this girl... this green-eyed beauty with her wicked eyes.

Something told him he wasn't.

The way she kept glancing at his crotch. These wicked, devil eyes were searching for something... a weakness in him? An angle?

Didn't she know he was much older than her. She clearly had no respect for her elders. It offended him - her wanton gazes that she thought he didn't notice. He had half a mind to grab her and bend her over his knee and give her the thorough spanking she deserved.

He had caught her and that boy - clearly having just finished fucking. He had caught her half-naked - covering her bra-less top with one arm as she had scrambled in futility for the window. Her face too, despite its lascivious beauty, was part smeared with the efforts of oral sex. Having seen plenty of women looking like that - he recognized the look of a cocksucker well.

He pictured those dark, green eyes, looking up at him as she choked on his dick. Those dark, wicked eyes - full of arrogant, defiant lust... until fear set in as he strained the air out of her body.

He had suspected that someone had broken into the Old Rec building when he had found the basement door unlocked. All the other entrances to the building had been boarded or chained up. But the basement entrance was still partially operational as the Building Service kept offices and stores. It's where his office was too.

The sounds that he had heard through the building were at first subtle and sporadic. They eventually led him to the first floor - the old girls changing room. By then, he recognized the distinct sounds of moaning, the creaking of old floorboards in a rhythmic pattern, the slap of flesh on flesh.

Young lovers - full of hormones and too little sense. Only thinking with their privates.

He had seen much of that on campus. He was also old enough to remember a time when interracial couples were taboo. It made him wish he grew up in modern times. As a young black stud, he would have cleaned up with these Gen-Z white girls. He did his fair share of race-mixing back in his day... although growing up in Texas, he knew to be careful and not push his luck, always on the lookout of the scorn of the racist white father.

The kids today were brazen. Especially at Bradbury University. They fucked everywhere. He might have been charmed by it all. Seen the lighter side of it. And he might have gone on light this girl... but for her attitude.

"So... if that's how you want to do it..." he declared as he reached towards her bag.

"Wait! Please - no," she pleaded, finally recognizing the hostility in him. "My name is Andrea."

"Andrea who?" He demanded.

A roll of her eyes signaled her reticence still. But it was less assured. She was accepting defeat at last. Or was at least pretending. Still, it was nice to see that steel in her eyes soften. Not the wickedness though.

"Andrea Lake. Fourth Year," She yielded with a pout. "What else?"

He wondered if she could read his body language just as he could read hers. There was perception that he felt working behind those wicked, green eyes that belied her tender years. If she could read his mind...

"Thank you, Miss Lake," the man said, his posture softening for the first time. He wrote her name down in his notebook.

"What about you?" she queried. "What's your name?"

He scowled, offended by the notion of equality. But he decided to play nice. "I'm Mr Henry."

"Mr. Henry?"

"That's right. Now... Miss Lake - tell me - where did you get this key?"

He held up the key that he had recovered in the changing room. One of it was an old brass, skeleton key. Once, it would have opened most of the buildings on campus.

"I found it."

"You found it?" he repeated, incredulously.

"Someone left it behind... and I found."

"Someone?"

"Yeah. It's been passed down between students over the years. Like an heirloom. Maybe since the 1950s. Maybe a co-ed sucked a janitor's dick for it back in the day," she offered brazenly, a cutesy curve in her lip.

Mr. Henry's expression hardened into a deep frown. Suddenly he broke into a laugh - surprising her with its depth. His voice was deep when he spoke and more so when he laughed. Or yelled.

"Alright then," he declared and snatched her bag, opening it wide and emptying its contents on his desk.

"Hey! Asshole!" Andrea complained, throwing her hands up. "What the fuck?"

He smiled in satisfaction that he had provoked her. But soon after, he was drawn to the objects in her bag. The contents within painted a sordid image. She did not seem as embarrassed as she was annoyed.

Birth control pills. Some nice perfume. A clear bottle of gel with the label ANAL LUBE. Make up kit. Bubble bum. Mouthwash. A butt plug. A couple of pre-rolled joints in a cigarillo box.

"The weed is legal," she defended, clearing her throat.

"As long as you don't smoke in my building," he advised. He picked up the butt plug and held it in front of her. "What the fuck is this?"

She tensed up, smiling wantonly - her eyes flashing deviously. He was old, but surely not that old?

"Obviously a butt plug."

"You put this shit in your ass?"

"Obviously."

"Why?"

After her hookup with Wesley, she had intended to put the plug back in her ass - but for Mr. Henry interrupting her post fuck cleanup. The most she had been able to do was toss it in her handbag in the few seconds they had.

He waved the toy a few times in her gaze, trying to entice the truth out of her. He was curious as to why would this beautiful, young student would be wearing the thing.

For Andrea, the motion of the plug dangling in front of her had a hypnotic effect. It was the same buttplug she had worn for Wesley. The same one she had shown off for Chloe. And now it hung in the air in front of her. She stared while she thought about his question. Her body language softened, her eyes glazed over slightly and her smile warmed up. She even spread her legs slightly, almost as wide as his stance - her tongue wetting her lips.

"I like wearing it," she explained. "It feels good."

"Really? And you let that boy put it... in your ass?"

"The butt plug? No - I put that in myself. He pulled it out... so he could fuck me," she clarified.

"Why?"

"He does that that with me. So do other boys."

"Why?" Mr Henry enquired. He realized that the line of enquiry was beyond his position as a maintenance and building supervisor, but he could not stop himself.

"Anal? It's a good way to not get pregnant..." Andrea smirked, back to being playful again. "I'm very fertile."

Another jibe meant to shock him. It succeeded.

She too felt strangely drawn to the prurient direction the conversation was going. It no longer had anything to do with her trespassing in the building. She felt compelled to tell him more. It excited her - to see the judgement in his eyes turn to curiosity.

"But mostly, it feels really nice. Really fucking good. I love taking it in the ass," she confessed.

"Damn. You are something else..." he growled.

"Especially black cock. I love taking black cock in my ass, Mr. Henry. It feels so good."

"Girl are you - trying to honeypot me or something? Is this a fucking trap? If it is... I'm letting you know now - I ain't falling for it!" he stood up out of his chair, outraged by her casual tongue.

She laughed gregariously - now certain that her tact was the right one. The visible outline of his bulge was right in front of her.

"Are you a lawyer? Or are you a janitor - looking to get your dick sucked?" she posed, widening her legs as she leaned forward.

"Fuck you - bitch! I ain't no janitor. You got sass. Sounds like you haven't been put in your place for a long time."

She laughed again. "Is that what you want? To put me in my place? Mr. Henry wants to feel big and strong by punishing me?"

His nostrils flared in anger as he exhaled sharply. Clenching his fists, he stared into her eyes. The young harlot was testing his morals. Punishment? Yes. For her that would be to strip her bare ass and spank it deep red. That would be fair.

But then he feared that she would enjoy that.

"Miss... you best be careful now. I ain't no janitor. Nor am I teacher who gotta act like a pussy around you kids. I don't stand for disrespect. And I don't mean to be fired today... but if you keep talking like that, my patience is gonna run out and we gonna find out how much I can get away with," he spoke quietly, his tone resembling the growl of a feral beast.

"Oh, come on - Mr Henry? I don't need to be threatened. You can tell me - what you want to do me... Can't you tell I want it too? Badly. Can't you tell what I am?"

Mr. Henry growled, realizing he was on the back foot. This was a trap and he'd already fallen for it.

"You're a slut," he stated simply.

Andrea smiled, finding inner peace as she considered the accusation. All that defiance melted away like frost in the sun.

"Yes. That's what I am. A slut... for black cock. I can keep a secret. When this is over, we will both go on with pretending it never happened. In six months, I'll graduate and you'll never see me again. Maybe you'll even let me keep the key?"

"You're a fucking slut with... with the devil in you," he expressed, looking over her - desperate to deny her shameful offer.

He felt he should pick her up by the arm and toss her out of his office, before she caused more damage. Instead, he chose to confront the devil at her own game.

Mr. Henry stepped closer to her - closing the space between his crotch and her smiling, wicked face. He took off his work shirt, revealing a thick, upper body - buff arms and pecs underneath his vest.

"Mr. Henry..." Andrea purred.

His physique was impressive for his age. She figured him to be in his late forties, about 6 foot and 200 pounds - but built like a wrestler - muscular in the rights parts, swole and thick in other parts. There was real strength in his body. A bit of a paunch in his belly - much like a dad-bod.

"I'm a dirty white slut who loves black cock," she confessed, placing her hand on his work trousers. "May I... please?"

That bulge in his crotch - that had been evident from the moment he pulled her back from the window, now swelled with power. She could feel his anger through it, throbbing like a raging bull. Spiteful and vengeful, its violence directed at her.

Earlier, when he had heard her and the black boy fucking - when he could smell sex in the air of the old changing room - the sweet stink of steamy holes busted wide by black dick, the sweeter smell stink of girl come - it had caused an involuntary hunger in him.

And now it was back. Hungrier than ever.

"Do it, slut. Take my dick and suck it!" he growled.

"Mr Henry... you can ask nicely?" she teased, wondering how he'd take it.

He grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved her face in his crotch.

"Don't play game with me, girl. I don't think you are a slut. I think you're just pretending to keep boys happy," he chided venomously.

His tone struck a nerve. As did his implication. It had been a while since she had been required to prove her bone fides. At the same time, her body burned with lustful urgency, the hot dampness between her legs becoming unbearable.

Sprightly, she sprung free his belt and trousers - then dragged them down in a quick motion. There, in the bulging coil of his underwear was another big, black cock for her to worship. Just the latest in a long line she was sure would grace her life. This one was much older and more experienced than she was used to. Meaner too, she hoped with excitement.

The fear of him had returned. But it was a different kind of fear. The exciting, fun kind. She'd never fucked a staff member before. Never fucked a man older than forty. He was a figure of authority, capable of destroying her career and reputation. And if she did not please him, he would.

His underwear felt down and his manhood was released. A fat, black sausage-like unit. Circumcised. Heavy and swollen with veins across his dark brown skin.

It bounced freely and then arched towards her parted lips. The musk hit her like a wave of wet indica. She swooned forward, taking a drink of his scent and feeling the tip with her tongue and weight of his balls with her dainty little fingers. They were like grapefruits in her hand.

"Suck it, whore," a voice demanded of her. Her own voice. And she widened her mouth and swallowed the spongy, broad tip.

"Ugh fuck," Mr. Henry grunted in satisfaction.

Outside the wind cried and rain lashed the windows. But in the dingy office, it felt cosy and warm. A little grimy even.

On her knees, the sexy, green-eyed bitch sucked him sweetly as he sat back in the chair.

Andrea was a skilled cocksucker - but Mr. Henry's bloated trunk tested her. Through effort, she flexed and worked her throat muscles, angling her neck and head, forcing herself to swallow his thick, black python. It took a few minutes - Andrea blowing and sucking air, occasionally choking and gasping and shamelessly making sloppy wet sounds. She worked her mouth a few times, back and forth, lathering his heavy meat with the deep, viscous mucus from the back of her throat.

"Fuck! OK - good little slut," he praised, just as she snuck the full length of his mammoth trunk into her neck with a muffled grunt.

It was an incredible feeling - the harlot massaging his meat with her eager young mouth, her forehead pressing into his gut. When he looked down - her white face had disappeared and all he could see was the black, velvety shape of her hair where her head met his crotch.

She throated him for a lengthy time, her face cuddled up in the warm, muscular crush between his beefy thighs. His cock squirmed with delight as she squeezed or flexed back and forth with subtle effort - her face completely smothered, with just the occasional small release so she could suck air through her nostrils or glide her warm, silky mouth on his meat.

For Andrea the key was to lock him in for as long as possible - make her body a home for his pleasure. It was like being underwater - except she was submerged in black cock. The intense aura of his musky, pheromone rich flesh - wrapped around her like a cloud. It was her oxygen, and she succumbed to her base cockslut instincts and need to impress him.

Five minutes later - she leaned back slightly, still deep throating him but able to look up at him, his curvy, throbbing python bloating her cheeks. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air. She smiled at him with her eyes. Those wicked green eyes - now full of intense hunger. A dark lustful need for acknowledgment.

The sight of her like this fueled his lasciviousness. He wanted to defile her. To grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth like a pussy. To make her rue her earlier petulance.

It forced a surge of pleasure, and he shot a small drop of pre-cum onto her tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred in satisfaction, the hidden taste of his essence feeding her devious mind.

He grabbed her head with his huge hands - her luscious black hair curling between his fingers - and started to ram her mouth onto his cock. Again and again, he thrust his hips as he pulled her weightless frame backwards and forwards, fucking her face.

Andrea choked and snorted - but absorbed his blows. Her face disappeared from his sight again - buried in his crotch as he bent forth to use her head like a pussy.

For roughly ten solid minutes, all that could be heard was the noises emanating from Andrea's mouth as she sucked the older man's dick. No words. He gripped her black hair; her skull pressed against his crotch as he crammed every ounce of his man-meat in her opening.

When he stopped, thinking she needed to rest, she kept at it, her hands on his thighs. Her mind committed to one idea - Suck.

When he finally pulled her off, her face, her chest was a wet, sticky mess. Thick drool and spit covered them both.

But the power exchange was complete. He had unlocked in her the spell that drove her to filthy acts. He was no longer a lowly campus worker - he was virile and hungry and looking to mate. And she was his submissive object, compliant and ready to be used.

He realized it too - the look of obedience in her green eyes. Still wicked - but now sparkling with reverence.

"Thank you, sir," she purred, kissing his balls softly and appreciatively - before rubbing her face in his cock slowly, as if trying to absorb his essence.

"Sir? I like that," Mr. Henry retorted as he patted her head appreciatively.

Even in her slovenly state - she looked ethereal. He had to fuck her.

"Please, Mr. Henry - Sir," she uttered, her voice almost tearful. "Please fuck me."

Mr. Henry's growled as he pulled her up by the arm. "Take your clothes off. Quickly."

Her garments fell off in seconds, and she stood before in him just her thong - which she pulled to the side, revealing her puffy, pretty lips.

For a second, he was too mesmerized by the sight of her young, shaved twat that he froze on the spot. He watched as she rubbed her fingers against her outer flesh until she exploded in a scream - followed by a dribble of clear liquid that sprayed on the floor.

"Girl - did you just piss on my floor?" Mr. Henry growled.

Andrea laughed but was quick to apologize.

"My bad. I squirt when I come."

"Turn around, show me your ass," he murmured and grabbed her by the hips to spun her behind towards him. Sluts get fucked from the back.

Her ass was a sexy thing, Mr. Henry thought. Heart-shaped - firm and juicy with just the right amount of baby fat in the curve of her bubbles. She clearly exercised and knew how to squat. Her whole body - muscles in her limbs, toned thighs, and her back - was pure sex appeal.

From behind, he embraced her - reaching round to cup and squeezed her breasts with one hand while his other found her clit. Andrea felt his weight push her against the desk. Her ass rubbed against his loins as his big, rough fingers titillated her pussy while he kissed her neck. When she came again - this time less demonstratively - she fell forward, bending over the desk.

"Fuck," Mr Henry growled in delight as the nude, supine co-ed lay spread out before him. His python-like cock landed on the curve of her rear and settled in the cleft between her buttocks.

His hands along her back, feeling the soft, perfect flesh. Her skin was marked with light bruises and marks, and he wondered if it was caused by that boy in the change room. He hoped it was all done in good spirit, or he would hate to have to knock a student out for abusing a girl. He wouldn't mind getting fired for that.

His hand cupped the soft, rounded flesh of her ass cheek - squeezing hard before pulling back to smack a light tap with his palm. Her moans, the sensual, swirling dance of her rear increased in fervor - buoyed by the harsh tact and showing her need for more.

She obviously loves getting spanked, Mr. Henry though. Maybe those black boys she was bragging about were only giving her what she desired. He figured that one more blemish on her skin would hardly make a difference and raised his palm high and landed a more robust spank on her right ass cheek.

Andrea rocked forth with her body and moaned hoarsely with each powerful strike against her burning flesh. But instead of groveling or expressing discomfort, she pushed back and spread her legs, offering a better target for the mean, calloused palms of the older man.

"Thank you, sir," she moaned at the sixth or so spank - her cheeks now brightly pink. When he touched her pussy lips she leaked for him, expressing her love for punishment and her oversexed state. The sight was incredible - puffy, red pussy lips dripping with nectar, her sphincter puckering as her hips softly sashayed.

It should have been enough satisfaction - that he had punished her by spanking her. But he knew that she would have not been satisfied. And she needed to be - to fix her unruly, sinful attitude.

"Want me to fuck your pussy, young slut?" He teased. Even before she could moan her affirmation, the broad flared tip of his manhood sunk into her hairless cunt.

Andrea cried out - her supine back tensing for a moment as she felt the thick hood carve into her. She pushed back against him, feeling him rut deeper until he was hurried to the hilt.

"Oh yes! Your dick feels so good! Fuck me!"

Mr. Henry growled and spanked her ass. "You forget how to talk to your elders?"

"Yes sir," she mewled. "I'm sorry, Mr. Henry."

He started pounding into her - amazed by the young beauty's unbreakable spirit. She seemed so worldly for her age. But then again, they so often were these days. He wondered how many men had defiled this young cunt - to turn her into such an insatiable slut.

"Please use me, sir! Use my body! Fuck me, sir!" She begged desperately.

That's exactly what he did. Using her body. Gripped her flanks as he his bored his meaty sausage into her womb, his weight thrusting up into her. She was flesh to him. An object. At least for that moment. At least until he came.

"Nasty, slutty little cunt. Think you can fuck around and be a whore in my building? Think you can disrespect me?"

"No, sir - I'm sorry!"

"Fuck yes, bitch - you're damned straight, you're sorry!" he growled as he spanked her ass. "You like black cock, huh?"

"Yes - sir! I'm the biggest black cock slut on campus! Use me, please! I'm a worthless, disrespectful slut and I deserve your punishment!" She mewled, her voice breaking as she came, the fucking and the verbal abuse triggering a wave of masochistic release.

He chuckled at her dirty talk - even though he disagreed she was worthless. To start, she was the best pussy he'd fucked in years. So eager to please. So capable. So full of sin.

His hands squeezed into her sides as he doggy-styled her over the desk with powerful, consistent strokes. With his strength - it was easy to manhandle her. He gripped her elbows, pulling her arms back and arching her back while she flexed her hips back at him, expertly stroking his black trunk. When he gripped her hair, pulling her head back - he was able to really hammer her for all she was worth, the hard wet fleshy sounds becoming louder and louder.

He remembered the same sounds he'd heard earlier that had led him to finding her fucking that boy in the change room. The deviant whore clearly brought out the worst in men. Black men especially. What luck for him.

He knew then that if anyone was in the building, they'd be drawn to basement office just as he had been drawn to the girl's locker room. Thankfully, the building was abandoned - because he didn't think he could stop himself from fucking her till he came.

"Yes! Fucking pull my hair sir! Fuck me!" She bellowed in desperate haste. She was a conquered slut now. No longer a bratty, spoiled student who snubbed her nose at lowly campus workers.

He was pleased to no end - finding cathartic release. He was not just dominating her - but through her, every student who ever gave him shit on campus.

"Dirty fucking bitch," he growled.

She fell forward - but he continued to fuck her, his hands gripping her cheeks - pulling her sex apart. Her asshole puckered wildly with each thrust into her cunt.

He remembered what she told him earlier and pressed his thumb into her puckered ring, which gave in easily. Her reaction was immediate and explosive. She cried out, thrashing against his relentless thrusts, welcoming the exploration into her dark tunnel.

This encouraged him to go further. Nearby the butt plug rattled on the wooden desk.

Mr. Henry picked up the object, looked at it for half a second - then quickly removed his thumb and replaced it with the toy - not before squeezing a large volume of the lube into her butthole.

This seemed to please her even more. She bucked back at him, her hips dancing wildly as if her pleasure was reaching a new level. Truly, he also enjoyed the extra squeeze in the pelvic muscles - adding extra feeling to his gliding pipe.

"You love it in the ass, huh?" He taunted her. "Y'all are a different generation."

She moaned in affirmation. The butt plug would not be enough. Mr. Henry read her body language well and stopped for a moment to pull his bloated python out her pussy.

Quickly he tugged the plug out and noted the wide yawn of her gape. She was well stretched by now, considering the time she had with her the plug. And all the previous dicks she had entertained earlier today, no doubt.

He spat a thick glob of saliva on that deliciously wide gape - followed by the hood of his cock as he pushed into the most succulent, warm feeling he had ever felt.

"Oh - my - fuck!" Andrea screamed as the thick log split her ass, the burning pain quickly following.

The intensity of Mr. Henry's cock going to the hilt in one stroke was too much for her and her legs started to tremble. He paused, waiting for her to settle, before he resumed thrusting into her ass with his hammer.

"You're right - it does feel good," he praised. He gripped her by the hair as he pounded her asshole - one hand holding her sides as he curved his battering ram of a cock into her anal tunnel.

"Yes sir! Please! Fuck my ass!"

"Such a filthy minded little skank... they oughta make more of you!" He growled, lavishing her praise with a chastening spank.

"Yes sir - I am! I'm a dirty fucking skank! Fuck my ass please!" Andrea pleaded.

She leaned forward, arching her back to buffer his heavy thrusts. He was so strong. Yet, she could feel he was restraining himself, not wanting to break her. That was sweet of him. Of course, there was no safe word for him. He could do anything he wanted to her and she would let him. That sort of power made her even wetter for him.

"Ya parents know how much of a slut their daughter is?" Mr. Henry taunted her again, pulling her hair back in one long ponytail like a leash. "Fucking dirty whore taking a black man's cock up her ass!"

Andrea shuddered, mewling against the naked vitriol. Not just a black man - but a man probably old enough to be her father. The thought flowered new perverted excitement in her and she cried out from the shame and lust.

She got little sympathy - her pitiful moans were met only with the constant thrusting and hammering of his thick tool, as well as the frequent slapping on her ass and other parts of her exposed flesh.

Another minute later and he stepped back, dragging her with him - her ass still skewered on his meat. Andrea caught on to the act and leaned back, feeling herself float up in his arms as he lifted her legs off the floor and held her up in the air. She planted her feet on the desk, her legs spread eagle, supported under each thigh above his forearms. In this position, she was hovering, her feet dangling, while getting her ass-chute destroyed by Mr. Henry's bull cock. She leaned back into him, hooking her arm around his neck and angling her body slightly to the side.

She kissed him sweetly on the lips, then more passionately as her tongue found his.

She wanted him to know that this was not just a transactional exchange - that she was enjoying their casual, no frills hook up just as much as he was - even though he had made no promise or offer to permit her to leave his office without further sanction. She hoped he'd view her more favorably after wrecking her asshole. Good sex could melt even hearts of steel.

Andrea moaned as Mr. Henry lifted her high, then almost dropped her, his knob like-dick busting her rectum - forcing lubricated air out in a lewd, undignified expression of noise. As she panted from the overstimulation, he shoved his tongue deeper into her mouth, making her suck.

Andrea was all at sea. The storm outside was a gentle breeze compared to the storm in her body and mind. She was about to come again and when she did - it would break her mind. There was something so sweet about getting her shithole skewered while swapping spit with the handsome, older black man...

Frantically, she had been rubbing her pussy as she was bounced up and down, gravity forcing his beastly cock through her chute. With a final, shattering scream - she started to tremble and quake - her feet curling and her eyes turned white.

"Fffffuuuaaaaaaackkkkkkk!" She screamed.

Ribbons of her piss-like squirt blasted in the air in violent spasms, as her pelvic floor convulsed. Her shrill cries continued as the powerful, soul-shattering orgasm broke her mind. It continued as she slapped her cunt, drawing out that rapturous feeling and more jets of girl-come.

"Fuck - you really are a squirter, girl," he laughed, cruelly adding his own hand to frigg her devastated pussy and furthering her beautiful agony. "Like a goddamn puppy that ain't been housebroken."

Andrea was too come-drunk for words. She had been reduced to a drooling, teary eyed mess - only able to her express a series of sobs and whimpers as she climbed down from the powerful orgasm. The whole time, Mr. Henry had kept the constant stroke through her ass chute - accelerating when she hit the peak.

But the anal orgasms and her constant squirming forced her off balance, and he had to put her off feet. Unfortunately, her legs had gone numb, and she fell onto the dirty old floor, before being able to recover onto her hands and knees.

Andrea was in full subspace and let her inner id guide her as she firmed her core on her knees, lowering her head almost to the ground while arching her back. She reached back and spread her cheeks with her palms - exposing her well-conquered fuckholes to her new superior.

"Please - sir. Come in my ass!" She begged, finally able to speak. Her voice sounded desperate, a sign of instinctive submissiveness. "Fuck me. Please - use me as your cumdumpster."

Mr. Henry hovered over her like a dominant gladiator, calculating his next attack - his club-like cock dripping with her juices as her gaping sphincter blew frothy fuck-bubbles back at him. He was still annoyed about her earlier behavior, and her present wantonness incensed him more.

He gave a firm punishing spank on her cunt - which triggered another convulsion as she came again. She almost lost her balance, her knees bucking as her thighs quivered.

"Fuck!" She screamed, squirting a jet again, her pulsing holes opening and closing like a dying fish mouth. An embarrassingly long burp emitted from her gaping chasm - a deep, long guttural growl as the air from her well-fucked anus escaped.

Whatever dignity was conserved had been stripped away.

"So that's how a spoilt little bitch learns to behave? By getting dicked down!" He bellowed, spanking her prone ass cheeks with two palms.

He was panting heavily - his body covered in sweat as he realized he had met his match - the slut was insatiable and unbreakable. She beguiled for more - softly dancing her hips wantonly side to side as if inspired by some secret, jezebel music. The only thing to do was to give this demon-slut what she craved - by blowing his load in her wicked, devil-hole.

"Fuck! Yes! Use me!" Andrea panted, her heart in her lungs as his thick tool forced all the air out of her. "Use my hole please, sir!

She was desperate for his cum and she bounced back towards him, her buns rippling as they collided against his rolling hips.

"Oh, you little slut. I think I might've died today!" He growled, the verbal narrative almost to himself. "Died and gone to heaven! 'Cause this sure is heaven - even if you are the devil!"

With a final act of domination - he grabbed her hair with both hands - pulling her head back and pumping into her shithole.

"Oh god Yes, sir. Feels so gooood!" she wailed.

"That's right bitch, work that tight ass back at me!"

"Yes sir!"

"You let black boys run a train on you, huh? You let all the black boys fuck you in the ass, bitch? Nasty, dirty little slut! And still you got the nerve to talk back to me! Your momma and daddy sure didn't raise you right. Fucking nasty piece of work slut!" he growled wildly.

"Yes sir. I'm so sorry - "

"Oh fuck! Fuuuuck! Shit! Fuck! Cunt!" He interrupted with a loud roar and a long line of foul language - as he pushed her down prone onto the floor and plugged her hole with his whole length.

He could not hold back any longer - the friction of tunnel pushing her to the edge. In a violent burst of energy, he started hosing her insides and flooding her ass with a thick, warm deluge of his nutt. She spread her ass for him, inviting his jizz deeper into her poor, battered guts. Mr. Henry kept on hammering away, his thighs slapping against her butt until he stopped moving.

For a moment, Andrea wondered if the man would ever move off her. He was heavy and his weight was making it hard to breathe. Then slowly, he withdrew and climbed up onto his feet.

Perched herself back on all fours, Andrea crawled back between his legs. She truly looked a mess - her sweaty body covered in dirt from the floor and residual saliva, her hair sweaty and crumbled. The butt plug had fallen to the floor in the commotion. She reached for it, wiped and licked it clean - then casually stuffed it back into her ass.

"What are you -? Oh, damn it girl!" He groaned as she sucked his sensitive dick. She even smirked a little when she pushed her whole mouth to swallow his softening tool, eager to suck out any residual cum. "My dick just been in your ass, girl! Fuck, you're a nasty whore!"

"You're not the only one who likes to clean up - Henry," she said with a wink a while later. She had even slurped his balls - which felt considerably lighter now.

"Mhmm. But I'm the only getting paid for it!" He stated with a big laugh.

That was true - although she got something out of the deal, nonetheless.

"When was the last time you fucked a student, Henry?" she purred.

He didn't answer. It had been a while, he thought to himself with a smile.

"It's Mr. Henry to you, slut."

He pulled open a drawer and fished out a cigar. He lit it and smoked it, letting herself on his flaccid meat. She frowned up at him.

"I thought you weren't allowed to smoke in here!"

"Hmmph. I'm the boss here, bitch. My rules," he cracked with a hearty laughy - blowing a thick ring of smoke into her face. "Alright... you got about five minutes. I gotta get back to work!"

Less than ten minutes later, she was working another load out of him, using her mouth and hands to milk him. He didn't let her finish - instead standing up and jerking off on her face until he showered her with a second dose of his jizz. It was a very large, runny volume - some of it covered her hair, but most of it landed on her face.

He tasted bitter and strong on her tongue.

"Thank you... again," She leaned in to kiss his balls, the source of her reward. But to her disappointment, he stepped back.

"Come now, girl. I told you once - get your ass outta here!" he barked with finality, hurrying her along as she dressed quickly - scraping her belongings back into her bag.

The key to the building - that one that she wasn't supposed to have, the one she had secretly been given by her former lover Diss - Mr. Henry had decided she could keep and placed it in her mouth.

"Thank you -" she uttered as she tasted the old, metal key on her tongue.

"You earned it, slut. Now - I better never see you or your fuckboys again, got it? If you do any slutting around in this building - you do it discretely. I don't want this shit coming back to me, got it?"

She nodded, her eyes big and full of awe. She felt like a child - being scolded by an angry adult.

Satisfied by that - he picked her up on her feet and pushed her out of his office.

Andrea felt a parting slap on her ass as Mr. Henry dragged her out of his office.

"Not a word, bitch!" he added firmly - reminding her of their deal and slammed the door behind her.

Andrea walked away naked into the dark, cold corridor, a little stung by his cold demeanor.

Ten minutes later, she was back in her car, ready to drive back home. The heavy rain and dark clouds provided some cover. She caught her reflection in the rearview mirror - she still had some of Mr. Henry's cum on her chin.

She needed a shower.

Outside the cold wind and rain were lashing the windows. It was some squall now.

Maybe she could make herself come again. In her glove box, she kept a vibrator and a bigger butt plug. She smiled, realizing Mr. Henry had kept her thong.

"Oh fuck!" she remembered. "Wesley!"

The End.

The End