Fuck Me, I am Your Slut!
I had a crappy day, feeling neither young nor having fun. Being in my twenties, I was studying when it began and felt sorry for myself. I felt my life was unfair compared to my pals who were enjoying. After a long argument with God, I eventually sat down to focus. It was just an icy coffee and soft attire - my pink shorts paired with a lacy white top bearing narrow straps.
After hours of reading and responding to question sets, a problem persisted that I had been fixated on for a while. I realized the answer was in one of the books which I didn't see nearby. As I looked around, I noticed a friend-turned-neighbor at my room doorway: my brother's buddy.
"Hello there." He greeted.
"Hey, been here long?" I inquired.
"About 15 minutes back," he responded.
"What are you up to?"
"I was simply checking how long it'd take you to see me."
"I don't think you've got the time for that; a book's making me lose focus," I stated, before continuing my search.
"Allow me to assist," he said, stepping inside. We started scouting. After a few minutes, he had finally found it. He held it up, triumphant.
"We're done here. Thank you!" I beelined for the book, reaching for it despite his obstruction.
"'Thanks' won't cut it," he grinned. "This book appears very important to you."
"Not really; it's necessary for an exam the next day."
"Then, how about swapping?" he asked.
"But the book is all mine!" I retorted.
"Perhaps not, though I am here to say: It's too precious to be lost in the void," he insisted.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Hmm, apparently not," he retorted.
"An old trick? Fine, 'thank you' will suffice," I muttered begrudgingly. He snatched the book.
"What about it?" he persisted. "It'll be more 'thankful' if you get naked." He smirked.
What the hell? A mature friend wanting to see me nude? At this stage, I genuinely presumed he was pulling my leg. Our childhoods were intertwined, with only occasional talks.
"Just give me the book and leave," was my rebuttal. But he said he required something: he wanted me to get undressed. "Done?" Perhaps not, as fear of improving his intentions arose.
"So, you want to reach my level of maturity?"
"That's the plan - which involves you thanking me thoroughly." He gestured toward the bed.
"Can't we just leave this quarrel? I've every right to be upset since it's not that easy to get a hold of a book I need. Ultimately, it's not all yours," I reasoned.
"Hey, an unhelpful person only wastes time. Hence, do it fast." He quipped while dropping the book on the table.
I started undressing, my pink shorts now redundant; I wasn't wearing a bra to support my 34Cs. I purposely have worn some clothes this prior; otherwise, they would've been left to the wind.
He chuckled. "I've always imagined you nude; now does your body really look like that? It's the best I've ever seen..."
Feeling embarrassed yet intrigued, I pulled down my shorts — not a stray piece of clothing between us. He stroked my breasts, and gosh! I was becoming moist already, even before being fully aroused.
"Congratulations, you've managed to make me extra aroused," I shouted.
"Not enough for me," he said. "First, suck my dick." Excited, he had said something vital.
I'd not done this before; I was clueless to how to take it correctly. I remember a couple of friends' instructions and some sensual stories I'd read. I climbed him at the waist, my head lowering until it felt like I was managing to touch his lower regions. He smiled and touched my chest. I pondered if my surroundings were taking in what I was undertaking for the first time.
"Are you finished here?" he asked.
"Yes, you may leave now." He moved closer, after which I accepted my clothes back before asking what he wanted.
"I've merely started," he grinned.
"Really? So you wanted this for a long stretch?"
"Hell, a curiosity flew into my mind when I noticed you in your pink panties. I simply wanted to savor that view," he maintained. I hesitated and asked how serious he'd become. "No, this was all I planned; I just took a detour by challenging you," he insisted.
"On point, how about I keep my deal, then?"
"Much obliged. I'll give the book back anytime, just let's enjoy the rest a bit," he answered.
"How about dancing naked to a song?"
"That's enticing — but not my command. Dance if you like!" he said.
Maybe so curious, I took a pair of loud disco songs and danced without any clothes. I wore something again,' cos my room was mostly free-access and such disturbances could be unexpected...
I managed to pull out his dick and held it. Knowing I had to start with some teasing, I began by lightly touching it with my fingertips. Inspired by an influencer I admired, whose video was leaked, I imitated her technique. I started by kissing the top of his dick and moving my tongue from one end to the other. Then, I lightly stroked it with my hand and sucked it into my mouth. I tried not to deep throat it, realizing its size. I sucked it for a while, and he was moaning. It was such a turn-on. I had never imagined I would do something like this, but it was so great and disgusting at the same time. His hand gripped my hair, and he began to push harder in my mouth. It was painful but my pussy was getting wetter and more aroused. He got rock hard, taking it out and thrusting it back in, calling me names such as "slut" and "whore." Just like the fantasy I always had in my mind. He finally withdrew it and asked me to ask him to cum. Oh, God, this felt like the erotic fiction I would want to read. Drawing from my reading experience, I simply asked him to cum in my mouth.
"You don't deserve it yet." He chuckled.
He came all over my face and breasts. It felt humiliating and arousing at the same time.
'Do I have a humiliation kink?' I wondered to myself. The answer was a resounding yes.
"You wanted it, didn't you?" He queried.
"Yes, I did." This was all I had ever fantasized about.
"So, this is your book, and we're even." He said while re-inserting his cock. It felt like he would simply stop there. This was not enough for me. My body was craving more.
"You wanted more. Didn't you?" He asked.
"No, I don't." I wasn't going to accept that.
His fingers started pinching my nipples, and he touched my vagina. I was still kneeling, and he was bending down in front of me. He made me moan.
While doing so, he asked again if I wanted more.
"Yes, yes, yes. I do. Please stop." I cried in pleasure.
"Why did you lie just a moment ago?"
"Because it's embarrassing."
"Well, you know what else is going to be embarrassing now."
He looked into my eyes. I was surprised and my entire body was screaming for what was about to come next. Of course, he could see it.
"Get on that table and bend over. You deserve a punishment for lying." He declared.
I obeyed and put myself on the table, legs spread wide. 'I'm officially getting my first real spanking.'
He came behind me and started rubbing my butt.
"Be grateful for each one. Understand?" He said.
"Yes, I will." My fantasy was coming true.
He began spanking me lightly a few times and waiting for me to express gratitude before spanking again. After almost 5 times, he started spanking harder. It hurt with every stroke, making it more difficult to thank him, but I knew I needed to in order to receive more. Finally, he stopped and pressed his hand between my legs.
"Mmm, so juicy down here. You're literally enjoying it." He touched me all over my vagina.
I was too hurt to talk. All I could do was moan or nod in response to what he said. He tapped me on the vagina a few more times. It felt similar to spanking.
"I can tell how much more you want me to do," he whispered in my ear. "And you know what? You won't get anything more than this until you beg for it."
"Please do more of this. I'm ready to beg," I pleaded in pleasure.
"How do you want to beg?"
"Harder. I'm begging you to fuck me hard. Please use your fingers before you fuck me aggressively with your dick. Treat me like a slut."
"This is better," he praised. "And why should I treat you like a slut? You are a slut. Look at you begging to get fucked where all you had to do was go to any nearby library and get the same book." He chuckled.
"Come here, kneel, and repeat it all again. Make sure to call yourself a slut."
I did as he requested. It was quite embarrassing, but he was right. I had wanted it from the very beginning.
"Alright, I'm all set for some action. But it can't happen here. You'll need to saunter out and get on your knees in front of the primary door. Make sure the lock remains unlocked, so anyone can just barge in at any given moment. And I'll be taping the entire thing."
I was stunned by his proposal. I'd never entertain such a thought. I was horny to the point of desperation and willing to do anything at that moment just to fit a dick inside me.
"Sure, go ahead!"
"Alright then."
I got up and stepped out of my bedroom, stark naked for the first time in my own living area. I unlocked the door and moved a table in front to bend over. I waited pathetically for him to show up. I was so humiliated, hoping nobody would just wander in.
It took him a couple of minutes to saunter out, just for the fun of it. He arranged both our phones with the recording on, one in front of me and one behind. He fiddled with the angles and lighting for a minute or two and then stepped behind me.
"All set, you slut?"
"Absolutely."
"Say that begging part one more time."
I repeated myself while he continued fingering me. He tantalised me for a while before sliding his fingers in me. I'd forgotten that I was a virgin. This whole scenario was undoubtedly the most exhilarating experience yet.
He played with my pussy rudely and forcefully, but I only moaned louder. Eventually, he inserted his fingers deep within. By this time, it was unclear whether I was a virgin or not.
"I've wanted this for a while now, and your body's been driving me crazy." He confessed.
"Guess I wasn't the only one." I babbled.
He continued to ravage me. Although, the unlocked door was a concern, but the sexual sensations were fogging up my senses.
My very first orgasm came about.
After he was done, he stepped away. He zipped up his trousers - it seemed like he just got carried away momentarily. He left without saying much, just, "It was good. Hope we do this again. Tell your brother I came over to see him." and exited swiftly through the door.
There I was, still standing naked, thinking about what transpired. Unfortunately, my phone; too, had a recording of the event.
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