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It had been my freshman year at university and although I’d only been together with my boyfriend Harry for a little over a year, being separated from him for a whole month had proved to be a agonising experience. I missed spending time with him although what made the separation so agonising was that I’d gone from fucking almost every few days to nothing at all within the snap of a finger. Almost everyone of my housemates were engaging in some sort of sexual engagement during the house party’s we’d hosted at our digs and I’d had to sit and watch whilst trying to refrain from giving into the a temptation that grew week by week.
Harry was sat on my bed admiring me as I slipped into the French maids costume I’d bought for the Halloween house party. If there was a living embodiment that resembled that of a blonde Barbie doll then I was it. My short slender fake-tanned legs grew ever so slightly wider around my thighs that ran up-to the crease of a petite bubble butt. I had an hourglass waist and a pair of small perky tits that were only just big enough to grab ahold of yet my miniature pink pierced nipples were enough to give anyone lucky enough to gaze upon them a hunger to suck them. Long golden locks ran down my back and over my shoulders that if when naked would act as a curtain to my tits. I had a naturally pretty face that required only a very thin layer of foundation, emerald eyes which I often coated with glitter effect eye shadow and black mascara that gave me a sort of fierce look.
Harry was evidently getting slightly uncomfortable underneath his jeans having just watched me slide his favourite black mesh thong up my legs and watched as it disappeared between my asscheeks. He’d known that when I had bent down to to pick up my hair straighteners from the floor which gave him a clear view of my G-string that did a bad job and encasing my overflowing puffy lips that I’d remained in such a compromising position for much longer than needed on purpose. His eyes almost escaped their sockets after I’d pulled the maids costume up to my chest.
There’s not many words available to describe the black velvet French maids costume I’d worn because it barley consisted of anything at all. Two thin straps sat over my slender shoulders holding the costume up. A white frilly netting with a pretty little bow wrapped around my chest and the black velvet material started to hug my tits below so tightly that the outline of my nipple piercings could be seen at close range. An array of crisscrossed white satin ribbons patterned the skintight material against my waist all the way down until reaching a skirt that resembled a serving piny. No longer skintight the material had now become looser making the skirt that dropped down mere inches from my waist sway from the slightest movement. A thick layer of white frilly netting covered the bottom of the skirt which sat level with the crease of my ass, one slight sway of the hem would reveal a glimpse of my cheeks and anything more than a lean forward would have left nothing to the imagination.
“Like the view baby?” I asked.
“You look so sexy! I’m so hard right now!” He replied.
“Well this maid might just have to service that later on.”
With a look of mischief Harry said, “Oh really? Baby you going to wear tights with that right? People will see your ass!”
I had worn the outfit in college a few years prior without tights but having grown a few inches I’d realised it was for the best. I despised wearing tights and in turn only had a single pair with me at uni. I grabbed them from the wash basket having worn them a few weeks prior and started to slide my legs inside the love heart patterned nylons. As I brought them higher I realised that I’d made a grave mistake. I looked up at Harry who had already caught site of the huge tear along the crotch of the tights and as I locked eyes with him my mind transported back to the event that caused that very tear some two weeks before.
Myself and my fellow twenty something housemates had been hosting a school disco themed house party. I had worn a tight fitted blouse which I’d purposely left unbuttoned towards the top just enough for my black lace bra to peep out. The red and white striped plaid skater skirt only just covered my ass crease, I’d done some questionable and somewhat regrettable things at some of the recent party’s in a drunken state and decided that it would be a good idea to cover my bare skin with a pair of tights. The heart patterned tights actually made me look all the more eye catching coupled with a pair of black leather high heels. A red satin school tie hung loose around my neck and my hair I wore in two long platted pigtails with red bows tied at the bottom of each to enhance my schoolgirl look.
It had been almost three weeks since I’d last had sex or anything near for that matter and I’d been learning that effects that has on an individual who loves sex as much myself. It didn’t take long for me to realise that a little harmless flirting gave me a sense of sexual adıyaman seks hikayeleri satisfaction, nowhere near what I’d craved for but I took whatever I could at that point. During the week that followed however I started getting a little more naughty once the alcohol I’d consumed had consumed my ability to hold back my cravings. Flashing my ass and on a few occasions and letting a random guy take a squeeze whilst grinding against him on the dark dance floor was what it now took to at least give me enough satisfaction to stop myself from taking a guy upstairs to my dorm and letting him fuck the living hell out of me just like in the constant wet dreams I was experiencing most nights.
What I didn’t know heading downstairs that evening was that on that particular night I would become so drunk that I’d go even further with my teasing, and I’d learn that too much would bear consequences. Ben was one of my housemates who I’ll admit I’d had a secret crush on ever since I’d met him and might have been subjected to staring in a few of my naughty themed dreams and fresh in my mind when I’d played with myself after awakening from them. He was nothing like my boyfriend in the slightest, Harry was sweet and romantic and I was madly in love with him where as Ben on the other hand was not so romantic in some areas from what I’d been told by some of my friends who’d slept with him. The crush I had on Ben was purely physical and fuelled by stories and made up fantasy’s that my sleeping brain dwelled upon.
The night before that party I’d had the displeasure of hearing the girl in the dorm room next door to mine get fucked my none other than Ben himself. The walls paper thin walls that kept little noise away left little to the imagination of what was transpiring on the other side. I’m talking being able to hear him slapping her ass, the girl begging him to ‘fuck me harder’, and him push her against the wall directly next to where my head lay on my bed whilst talking filthy to her as he finished her off. I’m ashamed to say that whilst all that was happening I’d lay rubbing myself until I came myself. So when on the night of the school disco party I’d directed my flirtatiousness onto him it was hardly a surprise.
A little light flirting was all that transpired with him to start with, he usually cut conversations short with me since knowing I’d had a boyfriend that he wasn’t going to score with me and went in search of somebody else who was. After the alcohol overtook me I’d started to tease him a little with little gestures such as biting my lip, I even seductively licked and sucked on a cherry flavoured lolly pop that showcased a little of what my thick lips could do. He wasn’t going in search of anybody else after he’d realised what I was doing and within an hour we were packed deep amongst the crowd on the darkened dance floor. I’d heard that he was strong and commanding in the bedroom and when he gripped my waist to pull my ass backwards hard against his crotch I got a little taste of it for myself. I was lost in a trance of drunken enjoyment as I danced to the deafening music whilst ben’s hands started to take a wander. His large hand gripped my asscheek tighter than most other guys ever did and when I felt his fingers travel underneath my upper thighs I could have came on the spot. The hairs on my arms raised and my body tingled when he leant down to kiss my neck whilst his fingers slowly edged higher.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have!” I told him aloud before escaping as fast as I could through the crowd just seconds after his hand had cupped and lightly squeezed my entire nylon covered pussy!
It was like the trapped sensible version of myself had managed break free to overtake me for a mere moment in order to stop me making a grave mistake. I took several shots of neat vodka to take help cope with the rush of emotions I was feeling and stumbled my way up the stairs in order to escape all of the noise for a few minutes. As I walked down the hallway I could feel just how wet I’d gotten from having Ben feeling me up on the dance floor. I’d not been so aroused in weeks and I needed to cum more badly then I’d ever needed before, I picked up the pace to rush to my dorm.
“Where do you think your going?” A voice called out suddenly from behind of me.
Just as I’d turned the corner at the end of the hallway a pair of arms gripped my shoulders and pinned me against the wall. It was Ben!
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this, we both know your dying for it.”
I was lost for words as he held me firmly against the wall with one hand and brought his other down underneath my skirt and once again gripped my crotch. Leaning in so that his lips hovered millimetres away from my ear he began to taunt me.
“Fuck me you’re that wet that your leaking through your thong and your tights! Tell me you don’t want me to carry on. Say the word and I’ll leave you alone. Go on.” He said returning to look me in the eyes.
The good girl didn’t surface to save me from making a bad judgement this time, no the naughty Chloe had taken full control and I didn’t utter a word. I simply looked him deep into his eyes and bit my lip in order to show him I wanted him to carry on with whatever it was he thought I wanted so badly.
“That’s what I thought. Your friends tell me you’ve got a boyfriend and haven’t had a fuck in weeks, but I’ve seen you teasing guys all week long. It’s situations like these that test a girls loyalty and I’m in luck because you are one hungry little slut. Now get in there!” He said pushing my inside the bathroom.
After locking the door he turned towards me and thrust his hand around my neck which he used to push me back against the wall with the brute force I’d heard so much about. He rubbed my tights whilst tearing open my blouse and instantly attacked my nipples with his mouth.
“Damn pierced nipples! My kinda girl.” He laughed before returning to bite at them.
With two hands he tore open a late hole in the crotch of my tights and after pushing my drenched thong over to one side proceeded to stick two of his long thick fingers deep up inside of my hungry hole
“Ughhhh” I moaned out in shock.
Although his fingers slid in with such ease due to my extreme arousal the two of them combined were big enough to exceed a replica of my boyfriends cock. He knew exactly how to work his fingers around my G-spot inside, circle my puffy outer lips, and intermittently fuck me with his fingers to bring me to the point of orgasm before denying me of the chance each time. He knew what he was doing to me and it was torture. The way he gently slapped and squeezed my cheeks whilst calling me degrading names was strangely increasing my thrill.
“Just let me cum!” I ended up moaning out.
The smile on his face confirmed that I’d uttered the sentence he was waiting for. He grabbed my pigtails and used them to pull me over to the sink where he bent my chest over. He kicked my heels further apart from one another and after tearing my tights a little more my bare ass was spread open and pointing right in his direction. SMACK! I let out a cry after receiving a fast hard slap against my asscheeks.
“That’s for leading me on and abandoning me!” SMACK! “That’s for all of the guys you’ve teased in false hope!” SMACK! “And that’s just because your ass is so fucking spankable!”
I was shaking after the impact his final blow had made against my flesh and as much as my ass stung and burned it had only made me all the more wetter, something he made sure to tell me after returning his hand to my pussy.
“Ok let’s give you what you’ve been begging for.” He laughed.
He knelt down and started slurping the juices from my lips, it felt so good to have a tongue sliding between my slit again. He wildly licked all over before plunging his tongue as far into my tight hole as he could mange. Whilst fucking my hole he used his right hand to massage my clit circularly and once he sensed my legs begin to shake he stood again. SMACK! I squealed but his two middle fingers that he drove into my hole ensuring his fingertips brushed against my G-spot converted the pain to instant pleasure.
“I’m cumming OH MY GOD!!!” I yelled out.
“Take those fingers you naughty slut!”
He hammered his fingers into me harder than my little pussy had taken before which made my eyes roll and as I came he pulled out and rubbed my clit rapidly. Three weeks worth of orgasms came flooding out and when I told him that I couldn’t take anymore he just laughed and carried on rubbing my slit for another half a minute which felt like an eternity given how sensitive my clit was. The waves of emotions attacking my brain must have allowed my better judgement to be set free for I suddenly realised what I’d just let happen to me. I felt so dirty hung over the sink after being used and with Ben continuing to degrade me.
“I shouldn’t have done that! Oh god what have I done! Please don’t say anything!” I pulled my skirt down a ran out of the bathroom.
I snapped back to reality. I was now flustered after having a flashback of that nights events bursting in my mind.
“How’d you manage to do that?” He asked.
“Oh I forgot I’d ripped them when taking them off last week, it’s what you get for buying cheap ones. I lied. “I’ll just have to go like this.”
“What! Your ass is practically out. What if people see?”
“Don’t worry honey nobody will see and besides they’d only be jealous that you’ve got me all to yourself if they did.” I said whilst kissing him in order to shut off the conversation.
I’d lied. Not only about how I’d ripped my tights but because I knew for certain that every single guy and even the girls would be checking out my bare ass whenever my poxy skirt inched up. It was the first time in a long time that I’d be going down to the party without longing for a fuck, I’d made sure Harry saw to that the night before. I just prayed that Ben wouldn’t be at the party and that if he were that he keep quiet about what I’d done behind Harry’s back.
The party was full of students dressed in slutty Halloween costumes, myself included. Harry who was dressed as a butler was sat talking to some of my housemates, I was glad that he was getting on with them all even if I did happen to catch him slyly looking at one girl who’s nurses costume flashed her knickers in his eye-line from time to time. I hadn’t failed to notice that Ben who’d been dressed as a vampire was stood over on the other side of the large communal room. Every now and then I saw him looking over at me whilst laughing and smirking after obviously making some remark about me to his friends. I soon started to relax after having a few drinks which helped wipe Ben clear from my thoughts. But not for long.
As the night progressed the naughtier side of myself had awoken and had begun putting unsavoury thoughts into my mind. Harry had fucked me over five times the night before and although it was so satisfying to finally have a real cock inside of me after so long there was a part of me which remained dissatisfied. Don’t get me wrong Harry fucked me good, his romantic foreplay followed by a missionary styled fuck had always left me fulfilled yet after recent events that was no longer the case. Getting spanked, being called dirty names, and just being treated like a slut in general for the first time by Ben had really excited me. I’d lay on my back staring up at my boyfriend as he fucked me secretly wishing he’d grip my throat or slap my ass. I’d had a few wet dreams about being treated like a slut and it was safe to say that I’d wanted it again.
I sat looking over at Ben who wasn’t hiding the fact that he was checking me out whilst snippets of memories of us replayed in my head. Harry was chatting with a few guys in the kitchen out of sight and after contemplating wether or not to proceed with an idea my mischievous side had placed in my mind I’d walked over towards the sofa that Ben and his friends were sat on. I walked past the sofa without so much as glimpsing at them and stopped right in-front of them. I bent forwards knowing I’d be treating them to a full view of my bare ass and potentially my pussy since the thin string had disappeared between my damp lips. I stayed bent down whilst pretending to buckle the strap on my heels for about ten long seconds before walking off upstairs.
Flashing them had made me feel so naughty and I could feel my heart racing as I climbed the stairs. Now I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, in my head I’d pictured Ben following me up and replicating what he’d done the last time around but now I was walking down the corridor I started to realise just how stupid I was to do such a thing whilst my boyfriend was downstairs or to even contemplate cheating for a second time at all. Just as I reached the bathroom I went to turn around again but Ben gripped my waist and guided me inside.
“So you want more eh? Your one naughty slut to flash us like that with your boyfriend around. What’s the matter is he not fucking you good enough?” Ben laughed.
He pulled me tightly against him whilst reaching his hands behind my back until each firmly gripped my asscheeks that were pulled wide open.
“Ben I shouldn’t this is wrong. Harry’s not daft, if my pussy isn’t as tight as usual he’ll suspect something.” I told him. My pussy was gaped open now that he’d spread my asscheeks as wide as they’d go and although I knew what I was doing was wrong I simply closed my eyes whilst letting him kiss my neck.
“Then I guess there’s only one other option,” he whispered into my ear. My eyes opened wide after he’d sent my body jolting across the room until I was once again bent over the bathroom sink. SMACK! I let out a little whimper after taking a hard spanking. “Don’t worry I won’t leave you with a red ass tonight but I couldn’t resist just one,” he laughed to himself. Grabbing either side of my thong he rapidly pulled them down leaving them bunched around my ankles, I could feel my juices following them on the way down.
“Ughhh what are you doing?” He’d knelt down behind my ass and practically buried his face between my cheeks where tongue had slithered along the entrance to my asshole.
“Just relax you’ll enjoy this.” He said before continuing.
I’d never had anal sex before or even thought about playing with myself there and suddenly I found myself being rimmed. My natural reaction was to pull away however his hands gripped my upper thighs pulling my ass against his face, ten seconds later and I was pushing against him out of my own free will. I couldn’t get enough of this new sensation and when he’d begun to start dipping the tip of his tongue slightly inside of my virgin hole I couldn’t stop moaning.
“Oh wow! Yes keep going.” I said.
“Mmmm that’s one tasty asshole,” he said after pulling out. He lent over my back and using my hair to tilt me head backwards started to nibble on my ear. I quivered when his other hand clamped onto my pussy and after coating his fingers in my stickiness he pressed his thumb against my asshole and slowly began pressing until its full length disappeared inside.