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Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

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

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

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

***

8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

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

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

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

“Sorry, babe. This won’t take long – I hope. It’s the second time it’s rung… Hello?”

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

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

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

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

“You know – I ain’t in the mood to just get my dick sucked,” Wesley told her. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”

“Right now?”

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

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

“I’ve got a class to get to… in half an hour,” she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

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

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

“Wesley- “

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

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

“My slut?”

“I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…”

***

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

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

“Won’t be long Miss, I’m sure.”

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

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

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

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

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

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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