Chapter 1: Introduction
I guess I'll begin with a little introduction. So my name is Ashley. I'm 19 years old, 5' 6" tall, a natural blonde and someone whom you'd call a busty petite. See, for my size—I'm really skinny—I have rather large breasts. And although I love them, they also cause me a lot of trouble from constant back pains to constant stares. Big tits are great when it comes to your love life, but they are a pain in the ass when it comes to pretty much everything else.
They are heavy, they take up space, men won't look you in the eyes, random people on packed trains will "accidentally" brush up against them and so on. And those are just the everyday annoyances, too. Every once in a while, though, your breasts can get you in much bigger trouble. My story will be about one of those times.
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The story I'm about to tell you happened in college during my freshman year. I enrolled at one of the country's best universities (at least I thought so), with big dreams of becoming an investigative journalist, so I could expose bad people and make the world a better place. I know. I was pretty naïve.
So I joined the college newspaper with high hopes. I knew I had a ladder to climb, but I was determined. So when I was tasked with reporting on community activities (you know, like balls, charity events, yard sales, that sort of stuff), I was fine with it. Even though I despised the genre, I considered it a good practice and I was pretty sure I would get noticed by my supervisors if I did a good job.
One time I was doing a report on a student ball held by the faculty of law. While doing interviews with the people in attendance, I met Craig. He was a 21-year-old law student who caught my eyes right away. He was really handsome and he was glad to talk to the school paper. So we started chatting and I instantly fell in love. He was not only good-looking, but smart and even more idealistic about changing the world than me. I ended up staying longer than I planned as we talked all night and at the end of the day, we changed numbers.
Craig was the perfect guy for me. He wanted to become a lawyer and bring corrupt politicians to justice. I wanted to become a journalist who would inspire people like him to pursue cases against such people by exposing their criminal activities to the public. I guess Craig, too, had realized we were meant for each other, because by next week, he asked me out on a date, and at the end of the date, he kissed me and asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend.
We were madly in love, and when Craig told me his plan to run for student president, I encouraged him and told him I'll support his campaign as much as I can. See, the current president was Max, a 28-year-old guy, who's been the head of the student government for the last 6 years, and been part of it since he was a freshman, which was 9 years ago. He was one of those types who never graduated.
But Max was far from the Peter Pan type who didn't want to enter adulthood so they just stayed in school forever. Max stayed in school because our student government had one of the largest budgets in the country. And guess what. It was also one of the most corrupt student governments. Max was as rotten as anyone can be. He basically lived from stealing university money, while using his power to manipulate others, organize drug-fueled parties, and have sex with girls left and right.
A notorious womanizer, Max would accept sex as bribes from sororities that needed more funding. He'd organize sex parties and live in wealth, but nobody did anything because everyone was in on it, from top to bottom. The whole system was corrupt including the teachers and the principal. It was a well-oiled machine: even though everyone knew how things worked, nobody talked about it. And if anyone tried, they would be either paid off, blackmailed or just flat-out silenced.
So Craig decided to do something about it. He was gonna dethrone Max and end corruption in our student government once and for all. It wasn't easy, because most people benefitted from the system in one way or another. Max also had dirt on almost anyone important. Not on my Craig though. There couldn't have been a better candidate than him to try and beat Max. And he had my full support.
Relentless, I kept doing my reports in the college paper, and my editor-in-chief, Tasha, soon noticed my talent. I got bigger assignments, and after a while, I started bringing in my own stories. I realized if we wanted to beat Max in the election, we needed to expose him, so I wrote this big exposé about his corruption, how he stole money from the school, how he used his power to manipulate others and how he was a misogynistic womanizer who accepted sex as payment from female students.
Tasha loved the article and not only wanted to publish it, but decided to put in on the front page. However, next morning, when I went to get the paper, the story was nowhere to be found. Dumbfounded, I went into our office only to find out that Tasha has mysteriously resigned, and there was a new editor-in-chief, Steve, who revoked my story the last second before it went into print. I knew Max did this. I was pretty sure someone ratted us out and Max blackmailed Tasha so she would silently resign.
You could tell Steve was his guy. He was a pig who immediately demoted me to the horoscope section. They knew this would be a better punishment for me than simply getting rid of me. Instead of firing me, they moved me from real news to made-up bullshit. They kept me around also to keep an eye on me. I was furious, but I needed the credit that I received for the extracurricular activity for my studies, so I stayed with the paper.
***
In the next few weeks, I was fuming with anger. Not only I had to write stupid horoscopes for the paper and endure Steve's sexist remarks on a day-to-day basis, I frequently got to see Max's arrogant face as well, because we had a class together. I hated his smug smile. He was a jerk and he rubbed it in every time I saw him.
"Hey horoscope girl," he winked at me one time before class. "What's gonna happen to me tomorrow?"
God, I wanted to punch him.
Then, towards the end of the class, our teacher gave us a group assignment. We were to write a paper in pairs about the effects of alcohol on decision-making. I was already running names in my head who should I pick when my teacher announced that the pairs will be chosen by him. And guess who I got paired up with. Fucking Max. I thought I was gonna lose it.
I approached Professor Westbrook after class and told him to pair me with someone else, 'cause I just couldn't work with that asshole.
"I paired you up on purpose," he said.
"I don't understand," I replied.
"Part of the aim of this class is to prepare you for the real world in which you can't always choose the people you have to work with."
"Yes, but--"
"No buts," he said. "You need to learn how to put personal differences aside when working in a group, because in all likeliness, you will eventually experience an unpleasant work environment in real life. It's better to learn how to deal with those types of situations while still in school, don't you agree?"
I sort of did, but that didn't make the situation any less uncomfortable. I hated the idea of having to work with the guy I despised the most. I was pretty sure he would not only tease me for my article the whole time, but that he'd be no help to get a good grade on the paper either. I was pretty mad, but somehow I managed to suck it up.
So I arranged a date with Max. He suggested we should meet at his place. I was reluctant at first, but Craig managed to convince me. See, Max's place was like a fortress. He lived in a fraternity where he was surrounded by his closest allies. Nobody knew the place from the inside. They actually had a second building for parties and open events. Craig suspected that the secrecy meant they had something to hide. He even bought me a spy pen so I could secretly take photos if I found anything incriminating.
I was more concerned about the essay, though, since I knew I would end up doing all the work anyway. So I hit the library to collect every book and study ever published on the effects of alcohol. I didn't care about Max, I was gonna get A+ no matter what. And if I happened to bump into something I could use as evidence to bring him down in the process, I would have my pen with me.
So with a huge stack of books in my hand, I rang the bell at his fraternity on a Saturday morning. It was a particularly warm spring day, so I wore a light summer dress that was breezy enough to keep me from passing out, but moderate enough that Max wouldn't stare at my body the whole time I was there. After a few seconds of waiting at the entrance, a geeky-looking kid opened the door.
The guy—freshman from his looks—scanned me with his eyes from top to bottom, before finally making an eye contact. He had barely any muscles on him and his face was covered in pimples. He didn't look like a member of the most influential fraternity on campus. He looked like someone's little brother. Except he was really creepy.
"You Ashley?" he asked.
"Umm, yeah," I answered.
"Max is waiting for you upstairs," he said as he let me in.
As I followed his directions to Max's room, I was pretty sure he was checking my ass out while I was heading up the stairs. That place was already giving me the creeps. From outside, it looked just like a regular building. From the inside, it looked like the Playboy Mansion, except there was no one around, save for the creepy kid who let me in.
I finally arrived to Max's door and I knocked. A few seconds later, he opened the door. He was in his boxers with a Hugh Hefner-like bathrobe on top, except it was open so his bare chest was completely visible. I couldn't believe it. I came here to study and this freaking guy was in his pajamas. And of course, he greeted me with his typical smug smile. I was already mad at him.
"What's with all the books, buttercup?" he asked.
"Unlike you, I'm here to study."
That was the wittiest answer I could come up with on the spot. I let myself in and put the books down on his desk.
"Did you? Or you came here to bust my balls?" he winked.
"From what I heard, you don't have balls."
I found Max's nude upper body terribly distracting. He wasn't overly muscular, but he had fairly nice abs with the faint outlines of a six pack. Like someone who was too lazy to hit the gym, but sporty enough to maintain a fit body. He had the slightest layer of hair coating his chest, just enough to make him look less boyish. But the fact that he looked sort of good just made him more repulsive in my eyes.
"Anyway," he smiled. "It's not like I haven't prepared."
He went to a shelf, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and winked at me. I knew he wasn't gonna be much help writing the essay, but this was even more revolting. Since we needed to write about the effects of alcohol on decision-making, this idiot thought we should just start drinking. He was getting on my nerves pretty quickly.
"Do you think this is a fucking joke?" I raised my voice in frustration.
"What? It's an expensive whiskey."
"I'm not gonna drink with you. We're supposed to write a scientific essay, not a booze report."
I know. Shitty pun. But I was still proud of that one.
"Oh yeah. Those books you brought," he looked at the pile. "Well, what do you think they base their claims on? I'll give you a hint: actual experiments."
He went to a cupboard, collected two whiskey glasses and placed them on his desk next to the books.
"For you, everything's about partying, right?" I asked.
"You know, I read your article about me," he said, still with a smug smile as he started pouring whiskey into the glasses.
"Oh did you?" I asked as sarcastically as I could sound while also rolling my eyes. "And I thought Tasha just happened to fire herself without a reason. Silly me I guess."
He didn't lose his temper, no matter how insulting I tried to sound. Instead he grabbed one of the glasses and started sipping his whiskey.
"Well, I'm just saying," he said. "Don't be so surprised you were demoted to the fairy tale section. Your little exposé piece was just as fictitious as daily horoscopes."
I wanted so badly to slap that arrogant smile off his face. I hated everything about this guy. I hated his stupid auburn hair, his deep blue eyes that glowed from smugness, but mainly those lips with that constant cynical smirk that you just couldn't wipe off no matter what you said to him.
"So you're gonna start screaming 'fake news' now?" I replied. "That's original."
I was actually proud of that insult, but he just chuckled and kept calmly sipping his whiskey.
"That's what you do though," he smiled. "Instead of actually trying to gather evidence to support your claims, you use untrustworthy secondary sources to fabricate lies about whatever you believe in. Just like you want to write a paper on the effects of alcohol without taking a single sip to actually see if any of what you write makes sense. I'm sorry to break it to you, but rehashing other people's work is not science."
I started to lose my cool. Now he was criticizing my journalistic abilities. I couldn't take that silently.
"You just wanted to silence me, 'cause you're a corrupt prick!" I screamed.
"Tell me," he said. "How come you never once came to ask me directly about the things you accuse me of?"
Keeping the glass in his left hand, Max put his right hand on his hips, opening up his bathrobe even further. This was when I noticed a bulge sticking out from the right side of his boxers. Nothing too big to suggest an erection, but big enough to suggest a penis, and the unwanted thought of this asshole's cock made me want to puke.
"Why would I waste my time on you if you'd deny everything anyway?"
"Because that's what journalism is about, sweetheart," he replied. "But you wrote a one-sided slam piece instead. That's not journalism. That's YouTube's comment section."
I was fuming with anger at this point. I wanted to hit him and claw his eyes out. Then I spotted the glass of whiskey he poured me. I had no intention to drink it before, but now I needed something to keep me from exploding, so I grabbed the glass and downed it in one gulp. I drank it so fast that I didn't feel the alcohol, only the aftertaste. He didn't lie. It did taste like an expensive whiskey. But he probably paid for it with the money he stole from the school.
"That's not what Tasha thought of the article," I replied after finally managing to calm myself down.
"Yeah, I know," he smiled. "We used to date. Ever since we broke up, she wanted to ruin me. It's nothing more than personal vendetta, because she couldn't accept the fact that I dumped her."
"You're lying."
With an even bigger smirk on his face, he poured another round of booze for the both of us.
"What, you thought she actually cared for the truth?" he laughed. "She was just glad to read nasty things about me. By the way. Your boyfriend has his own agenda, too. You know that, right?"
This is where I lost it. I was fine when he was badmouthing me. But now he brought Craig into this. The most honorable guy I knew. I never felt so mad my entire life. I downed the second glass of whiskey to cool down.
"No, he doesn't."
"Oh, sure he does. He wants a new fraternity building. Didn't he tell you?"
Craig shared everything with me. He never talked about a fraternity building.
"What the fuck are you even talking about?!"
Max took a sip of whiskey as he prepared for a speech.
"He asked for a new building for his law student buddies. The student government voted on it and it passed, but I vetoed it, because it was economically unwise to invest in a new building when the old one was renovated in 2009. So he got pissed and decided to run against me, but since he stands no chance, he came up with this smear campaign that you were so glad to promote."
I was sure Max was just spewing bullshit at this point, because you have to be a pretty good liar to get reelected for 6 consecutive terms despite being a piece of shit. Still, my judgement was quickly getting clouded, and I didn't know how to respond.
"That's just not true."
"Never mind," he smiled. "You'll grow up eventually and notice that everyone has an agenda."
I was at my breaking point. Max's arrogance was so degrading I felt completely humiliated. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey, poured a third glass to myself and downed it in an instant.
"You're even a bigger piece of shit than I thought, you know," I said as I smiled faintly with an expression of anguish.
"I often get that from girls," he winked, showing still no signs of frustration despite the insults I threw his way.
This was the point when I started to feel dizzy. The alcohol was getting into my head and so was Max. I started pondering about the stuff he said. What if it was true? I knew Max wasn't innocent, but what if Craig lied to me about his goal to end corruption and he just wanted a piece of the pie as well? I knew Craig. I knew he would never do that. But still. That "what if" bothered me beyond belief.
I sat down on the edge of Max's bed, because my lightheadedness was beginning to make standing hard.
"Another one?" Max asked as he grabbed the bottle.
I began feeling really tipsy. I should have just stopped at that point, but the whiskey was making me way too overconfident in my ability to handle alcohol and I thought one more couldn't hurt. At least it would keep my mind off of the stuff Max said about Craig, I reasoned.
So I nodded and collected my empty glass, while Max approached me with the bottle. You could tell the liquor was getting to him, too, because he couldn't walk a straight line as he came over from the desk. Then, when he started pouring me whiskey, he couldn't hold the bottle straight and managed to spill half the liquid on me instead.
"Fuck!" I shouted as I jumped up.
I looked down to see the whole front side of my summer dress covered in booze. This did it. This fucking asshole not only ruined my mood, but now he managed to ruin my clothes as well.
"Shit, I'm sorry," he said as he put the bottle down. "Let me get a towel."
"It's all over my dress!" I whined. "How am I gonna get home this way?!"
I was stomping in anger trying to wipe my dress with my hands, but it was completely soaked. Max then returned with a towel in his hand.
"Relax. I'm gonna mop it up. It'll dry in no time," he said.
Before I could object, he started aggressively wiping my chest unwittingly rubbing my tits with the piece of cloth in the midst of clean up. After a few seconds of unwanted contact I angrily pushed him away, took the towel from him and began wiping myself instead.
"I'm gonna smell like a fucking alcoholic because of you," I complained.
"I'll fix it," he replied as he took the towel from me and threw it away. "Just give me your clothes."
"What?"
"I'm gonna wash it. It's gonna be nice and clean before we finish the essay, I promise."
I only had bra and panties underneath the dress, so I didn't want to take it off, but his proposition got me so off-guard that I didn't know how to respond.
"It's fine," I tried to object. "I don't—"
Before I could finish my sentence, he approached me from behind, unzipped my dress and started pulling it down. Somehow—which I like to contribute to the level of my intoxication—instead of making an effort to stop him I just covered the front with my hands as he slipped me out of my wet clothes.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said and left to the bathroom with my dress without taking a peek at me.
I couldn't believe what just happened. In a matter of a few seconds I was stripped from my clothes and now I was standing in the middle of Max's room in my lingerie. I felt naked and vulnerable. I crossed my arms to cover my chest and closed my legs as tight as I could while I looked around the room to see if I spot a long shirt that I can borrow or something. But I didn't see any clothes lying around.
Since Max was still away, I went to one of his drawers and opened it in the hopes of finding some clothes. Instead I found all sorts of folders and envelopes. I almost closed the drawer to keep looking for something to put on when it popped into my mind that maybe these were the incriminating documents Craig wanted me to find. My curiosity suddenly overruled my embarrassment and I started scanning through the folders. Most of those, however, were administrative gibberish I didn't understand so I couldn't tell if they were actual evidences of corruption.
I was just about to give up, when I spotted a folder that was titled "Sigma Psi Pi housing project". That was Craig's fraternity. I opened the folder and began flipping through the documents. There were plans of the new building, estimated costs, and a 2016 status report on the old building which concluded that it was in good shape. I couldn't believe my eyes. Not only I didn't find anything incriminating, but it looked like Max was telling the truth. He actually did a research into Craig's proposed fraternity building which determined that it would be a bad investment.
I was shocked and confused. Could have Craig lied to me? Then again, those files might as well been tampered with. For Max to funnel loads of the school's money into his own pockets, he needed to falsify all sorts of documents and reports. He very well could have paid someone off to determine that the old building was in great condition as well.
As I was there, hunched over those papers not knowing what to think, I suddenly heard the door opening. Frightened, I threw back the folder into the drawer, shut it, and straightened up while trying to act unsuspicious. Max was in the doorway, looking straight at me.
"Wow," he said and closed the door behind him.
I was so embarrassed thinking that I was caught red-handed snooping around in his stuff that I didn't even realized I was standing in front of him in just a bra and panties.
"I just—" I mumbled.
"Are they real?" he asked.
"What?"
I realized Max wasn't looking at me. He was staring at my boobs. As the realization dawned in, I covered my chest with my arms.
"They can't be," he said.
"Of course they are. Stop staring at them!"
Max was practically eyefucking me and I felt more uncomfortable than ever. I reasoned a bathing suit showed just as much skin, so it wasn't the end of the world that he got to see me in my bra. It wasn't see-through or anything, just plain, black lace bra: sexy, but simple. Still, I felt bare, and not only he was ogling me, but he dared to suggest that I had fake tits. Somehow this bothered me even more than his a lustful gaze.
"I don't believe you," he said. "With that skinny body, they must be fake. How big are those?"
"32E. And they are very much real."
While I tried to argue with him about the authenticity of my breasts, I unconsciously let down my arms giving his eyes easy access to my bra.
He shook his head, "I don't believe you. Prove it."
"What?"
"Prove me they're real."
"How do you suppose I do that?" I asked.
"Show them to me."
Max was out of his mind. Now he wanted me to undress. There was no way I was gonna obey.
"I'm not showing you my boobs!"
"Why? Have something to hide? A scar from the operation, maybe?"
He pulled out that smug smile of his once again. I wanted to strangle him.
"No!" I shouted. "But I have a boyfriend, who sure as hell wouldn't be happy about me showing my boobs to random guys. Let alone you, you piece of shit."
"You show them to your gynecologist, right?"
"So?"
"And your boyfriend is okay with that?"
"Of course."
"Well, then," he smirked. "What's the difference?"
"You're not my gynecologist."
"Now you're just making up excuses. How much did you pay for those?"
This was the point when I had enough. Max was ridiculing me ever since I set foot in his room and I just couldn't take any more insults. He insulted my journalistic skills, he insulted my boyfriend and now he was talking shit about my tits. I loved my body, but out of all things, I was most proud of my breasts. To suggest they were fake really hurt my pride. So the next second I just unhooked my bra and took it off putting my naked breasts on display.
As soon as my round tits popped out of their cover and my bra hit the floor, I immediately regretted the decision. I was standing half-naked in Max's room, showing him my boobs. The guy I set out to destroy, the guy my boyfriend was completing against in the student elections, he was now lustfully staring at my bare chest, savoring every second of the sight of my full breasts and pink nipples.
"Holy shit," he said.
"Satisfied?" I asked.
I swiftly covered my nipples with my hands, denying him more than a quick look. As soon as my palms touched my boobs, however, I noticed that my nipples were rock hard. It wasn't from the cold. My body actually found it arousing to be looked at. I felt betrayed by my own anatomy.
"Well, I couldn't see any scars," Max smiled. "The surgeons sure did a good job."
He was still making jokes about my tits. I wanted to hit him, but for that I would've needed to remove my hands from my chest.
"Very funny."
"But I can't really tell from those few seconds."
Of course he wanted more. Women were his sport. I had a hunch that he stayed in college mainly not for the money, but for the fresh young pussy he got to score on a daily basis. But I wasn't gonna be hung on his trophy wall.
"I already showed you more than I should," I said.
"Come on, Ash."
This was the first time he called me on my real name instead of some degrading nickname. I don't know why, but I got goosebumps all over my back. I also realized he wasn't gonna let this one go until I proved him that my tits were real. And since he had already seen them, giving him a few more seconds wouldn't matter anyway.
"You get ten seconds then we're done, got it?"
He nodded and I reluctantly let my hands down. He couldn't take his eyes off my plump breasts. As his hands came to rest on his hips parting the bathrobe, I noticed the bulge in his boxers once again and I could swear that it got bigger, but I couldn't really tell.
"Well," he said, taking his time inspecting my breasts, "From this angle at least, they look real. I'm gonna need you to lie down on the bed now."
"What? Why?"
"So I can see them in a horizontal position," he explained. "You know, real breasts tend to flatten when a girl's on her back."
"You're an expert, aren't you?" I replied sarcastically.
"I've seen a few of them, yes," he smiled.
I shook my head in disbelief that I was participating in this as I climbed onto the bed and lay down on my back. He approached me and took a good look at my breasts from up-close. It felt really uncomfortable. Moreover, the alcohol was making my head spin. My breasts on the other hand stood proud and firm, even as I lay on my back. This is why I was so proud of them. They were not only big, but it seemed like gravity had no effect on them at all. They were really gifts of nature.
"Okay, so they sort of pass the eye test," he finally broke silence.
"Thank you."
I have no idea why was I thanking him, but him acknowledging that my breasts looked real, made me feel good about them.
"But I'm still not convinced."
"Come on!" I shouted in frustration.
"No. You see," he explained, "With that size, your breasts should be saggier. No way, they would hold up so nicely without implants. I'm gonna need to touch them to make sure."
"N-- no!" I quickly sat up and covered my boobs before he could touch them. "This was already too much. You're not touching my boobs."
"What are you afraid of?" he smiled. "That I will feel the implants?"
"I told you they were real!"
"Well then, let me touch 'em."
On any normal day, I could have told that Max was just trying to manipulate me so he could feel up my tits. But the alcohol was overruling my common sense. I was becoming so tipsy, his emotional manipulation screwed up my logic. I wanted to prove him that my big beautiful breasts were real. I wanted him to be wrong about something for once. I slowly let down my hands, releasing my boobs.
"Fine," I said. "But just a quick squeeze."
"Let me take this off first," Max removed his bathrobe and sat down on the bed next to me.
I was already regretting giving him the green light to have his hands all over my breasts, but his now fully visible upper body completely derailed my thoughts from what was about to happen. See, Craig was a handsome guy, but with all the studying for a law degree, he didn't really have time to work out. He wasn't fat or anything, but the early signs of a beer belly were there. Max's body on the other hand was like a sculpture, the perfect borderline between thin and muscular.
Then my eyes wandered lower to his boxers and the noticeable bulge that signaled a penis. His penis. I couldn't believe I was staring at it, but it was like the whiskey got rid of all my shame and only curiosity remained. I caught myself trying to guess his size, when he suddenly started extending his arms towards my chest.
The next second I felt his rough hands make contact with my soft skin as he gently placed his palms on my silky breasts. He started tenderly stroking my flesh while brushing over my stiffened nipples. Each brush sent a tingly wave of pleasure through my body. I couldn't believe I was enjoying this.
I looked down at his boxers and saw his bulge move and beginning to grow. Max was getting an erection. Thinking of his hard penis made me feel repulsed and turned on at the same time. I felt violated, because he was getting off on me, but at the same time I felt aroused, because it was me giving him the hard-on. I couldn't take my eyes off the outlines of his cock.
While I was staring at his bulge, Max slowly transitioned from the gentle strokes to forceful groping as he began to dig his fingers into my flesh deeper and deeper, caressing my swelling tits with his hands.
"Mmmph," I let out a muffled moan.
I realized I was beginning to enjoy the deep tissue massage a little too much and I knew I had to stop it, because Max didn't intend to. I looked up at him. His pupils were dilated and his deep blue eyes were glowing like he was possessed. I grabbed his hands and pulled them off my chest.
"I think that's enough to make a judgement," I said.
He shook his head, "Eh, I don't know. They are pretty realistic, I gotta admit. Nice and soft. Can't feel anything unnatural in there. Still."
"No still," I replied. "Just admit that you were wrong."
"Nah," he said. "I need to do further tests. Unlike you, I just don't like making rushed judgements based on weak evidence."
Again with the insults. I just hated this guy.
"What further tests?"
He stood up, went to a drawer, grabbed some sort of lube and approached the bed.
"I'll just put a little of lube on them, just so I can massage them deeper."
"No way," I tried to object, but he didn't waste a second, and the next moment I felt a cold liquid poured all over my chest. "Ahhhh—"
I shrieked from the cold, but Max swiftly placed his warm hands on my boobs and after a few strokes the freezing cold disappeared. The discomfort quickly turned into a pleasant sensation as the lube was making his hands glide softly through my skin. The way his palms slid across my slippery nipples, waves of pleasure ran through my body and I shivered. I tried my best to conceal my moans, because I didn't want him to see that I was enjoying it, but my breaths getting shorter were a dead giveaway.
He sensed that I was trying to suppress my arousal and started playing with my nipples. I panted before letting out soft moans. My high pitched voice of pleasure then encouraged him to dig his fingers deeper into my tissue. A louder moan left my mouth as I could no longer hold it in.
He began massaging my swelling breasts with even bigger intensity, firmly yet smoothly rubbing my lubricated flesh. I could tell from the outlines of his penis that he was now fully erect. My best guess was that he was somewhere around 7 or 8 inches. I felt guilty, but in my head I started comparing him to Craig. And Max looked way bigger than my average sized boyfriend.
It felt dirty, but I couldn't stop staring at his bulge. I saw a small spot of wetness beginning to appear on the fabric at the tip of his penis as his pre-cum began soaking through the thin cloth. By this time, I was also becoming wet. I had to stop staring. Since I couldn't look away, I closed my eyes instead.
As I was continuously moaning from pleasure, Max kept relentlessly rubbing my lubricated mounds, making me more and more aroused. After another minute of intense two-handed breasts massage, I suddenly felt his right hand leave my chest. Because it did not return in the next 15 seconds, I opened my eyes out of suspicion.
As my eyelids opened, the first thing I saw was Max's erect penis. Shocked, I sprung up.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed.
Freed from the tight underwear, his stiff cock was now staring at me.
"Relax," he said, still massaging my breasts with one hand while he got rid of his boxers. "It's not what you think."
I felt violated, but I couldn't stop staring at his hard cock as it wriggled between his legs while he moved. It was a nice, thick, circumcised penis, one that, if seen in porn, would certainly make me my mouth water, but since it belonged to this asshole I couldn't enjoy the sight without feeling sick to my stomach.
"Why the fuck are you naked?!" I shouted.
"Just calm down," he said as he placed both of his hands on my tits. "Your breasts, they are wonderful, but I still need to try something out. You see, the head of the penis is one of the most sensitive parts of the male body."
"No, you're not gonna—"
"Ash. Just trust me. I need to feel the texture of your breasts with my penis to be able to tell that they're real."
As he talked, he kept gently massaging my boobs trying to relax me. I knew he was lying, but the alcohol I consumed wanted to convince me that it was alright, that Max had good intentions and he really was just curious about the authenticity of my tits. But I wasn't ready to give in. This has already gone too far. I needed to end it.
"This is... no. It's too weird." I protested. "I have to go home now."
"Ash, look at me," he grabbed my cheek and directed my head so I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "I'll be quick. We'll be done in a second then we're gonna finish the paper and you can go home. Alright?"
"I can't," I whined.
I wanted to cry. As horny he made me, this was not okay. I had a boyfriend and his biggest enemy was about to rub his cock all over my breasts. Max, however, kept stroking the back of my head, being very patient. Maybe it was the liquor talking, but at the time, it did not seem like he had bad intentions.
"I'm gonna be very gentle," he said. "Just imagine that it's my hand, okay?"
I finally nodded.
He gently pushed me to lie down, climbed on top of me, and with his erect penis facing me he poured some more lube on my chest. It was still cold and it made me shiver, but the next moment he grabbed his cock and slowly directed it towards my breasts. First he just lightly touched my skin with it and as I felt his warm, throbbing dick make contact, I bit my lips trying to hold in a moan. He began gently rubbing his shaft all over my womanly mounds.
As his warm penis brushed over my hard nipples, I felt jolts of pleasure flow through my body. He then sank his cock deep into my tissue and I could feel my heartbeat get quicker trying to keep up with its throbs as more blood rushed through his already rock hard shaft. Finally, he grabbed my hands, placed them on the side of my breasts and ordered me to push them together, creating a tight, penetrable slit between them.
He placed his cock at the underside of my boobs and gently pushed his penis upwards. His shaft glided effortlessly through my lubricated cleavage and I saw the head pop out under my chin before it retreated back to its cave. With an ease similar to a heated knife cutting through butter, he began moving his penis back and forth between my fleshy mounds. I felt getting uncontrollably wet.
I couldn't believe how things had escalated to this point. Max was fucking my tits and I was not only letting him, but assisting him by pressing them together. He began upping the tempo, gliding his erect penis ever so faster through the makeshift pussy. As his cock rubbed up against my slippery flesh, it made a wet, slurping sound, and with each thrust, the head of his penis inched closer to my face.
"You're a good girl," Max said as he reached out with his right hand and began stroking the back of my head.
I nodded, softly moaning. I didn't know why, but those words really got to me. I hated Max, but he was the most powerful man on campus. And now he was complimenting me. For a moment, I felt really important. He could have had anyone, yet he was spending his time with me. Because he was so demeaning to me earlier today, I craved the attention and warmth he was giving me now. I didn't notice, but in the midst of gentle strokes, he began smoothly pushing my head towards his penis.
As I looked down, I realized his cock was now less than an inch away from my lips as it popped out from the slit between my breasts. He began slowing his thrusts and finally pushed his penis far enough that it softly bumped into my puffy lips. I should have pulled my head away then, but I was reluctant. He pulled his penis back instead, only for it to return in a few seconds, slam into my soft lips again, rub up against it then bounce back. He was teasing me and I didn't want to admit to myself, but I wanted his tasty cock.
After rubbing his penis on my lips for a third time, he slid his right hand down from the back of my head to my cheek and began caressing my face. Just as his cock was about to slam into my mouth for a fourth time, he gently parted my lips. Instead of bumping into my puffy lips then, the head of his penis softly pushed into my mouth. He removed my hands from my boobs, opening up my cleavage and freeing his shaft, and crawled closer to be able to slide his cock further into my mouth.
I looked up at him and I was so captivated by his eyes that were gleaming from horniness, I just reluctantly let him push that delicious penis of his into me.
"That's it," he said as he started gliding his penis in and out of my mouth.
There was no way to justify this. This had nothing to do with my breasts. I had Max's penis in my mouth and he was rocking hips back and forth, fucking my face. I couldn't believe he got me to do this.
After several pumps, though, I realized he was no longer moving his hips. Instead it was now me bobbing my head up and down on his stiff cock, while licking its rubbery head with my tongue. I couldn't believe myself. I was sucking on his cock and I liked it. It had a faint taste of cherry from the lube, but I didn't mind. All I wanted was to please that thick penis.
I fell into a rhythm gliding my puffy lips up and down on his shaft, caressing that sweet cock with my tongue. I took in 4 or 5 inches of that thing before my tiny mouth reached its limit, then I just settled there, swallowing half his meat while using my hand to pleasure the rest. I felt his breaths get shorter and I could tell I was doing a good job.
I was so focused on pleasuring him that I didn't even realize what I was doing. Just a couple of weeks ago, I wrote an article about Max wanting to destroy him and now I had my lips wrapped around his cock, too aroused to care. I tried to reason in my head that I was a victim. He got me drunk and manipulated me. He made me defenseless and forced himself onto me. It wasn't my fault. No. He put his gorgeous cock in my face. What was I supposed to do? Not suck it? Jesus, I was pitiful.
I was currently on my knees in front of the most detested guy on campus, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft while I grabbed the rest of that divine rod and stroke it with my tiny little hands. I wanted to please him so bad, and from the way he was moaning, I was doing a great job. I took a look at him in the eyes. I swear I saw him smirking. I tried pulling away from him, but his grip around my head was too strong.
Max looked into the camera recording Ashley sucking his dick and said "Craig your girlfriend is an amazing cocksucker ".
Max had the camera facing directly on Ashley's pretty face as she slurped and gagged on his shaft.
" Make sure to capture my nuts baby " Max instructed Ashley.
She followed the instructions and cupped his balls gently in her hand, massaging them with her fingers as Max closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and enjoyed the blowjob from the blonde bombshell.
He wrapped his fingers in her long blonde hair and forced her to take his entire length down her throat, gagging her.
Max had the camera hidden where it could record Ashley sucking his entire length.
He forced her head down on his cock, making her gag and moan with pleasure. He loved it. He loved seeing those blue eyes water as she looked up at him, those long blonde locks on the bedroom floor. He loved the way her full red lips felt wrapped around his cock as she sucked him off. He controlled her like a puppet as he face-fucked her, her nose pressed against his pelvis, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Max asked Ashley "do you ever suck Craig's dick like this?"
Ashley could only moan in response with Max's cock filling her mouth. He laughed and pushed her down further, taking control of the situation. He thrust his hips back and forth, ramming his cock deep into her throat. Ashley could feel his balls slapping against her chin as she choked on his powerful rod. Spit dripped down her lips and onto her chest.
Max finally pulled out and Ashley gasped for air. "You're a natural, Ashley.
Ashley realized that she had to stop.
This was not what she wanted. She was not some slut who would let herself be used like this. She pushed Max away and stood up, wiping her mouth with her hand.
"What's wrong?" Max sneered, "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now. You're already sucking my cock, might as well finish the job."
"I said no!" Ashley shouted. "I'm not some whore that you can just use and throw away.
I have a boyfriend, and I love him," Ashley retorted, trying to muster up as much confidence as she could.
"This was a mistake. I'm leaving."
She tried to push past Max, but he was too strong. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back towards the bed.
"Come on, Ashley. Don't be like that," he said, his voice dripping with desperation. "I thought we had something special. You can't just leave now."
His grip tightened around her wrist, and Ashley felt a flush of fear run through her veins. She knew she couldn't overpower him. She was at his mercy.
Max said "hey I completely understand, but you can't just leave me like this after you got me so hard".
He gestured down to his rock-hard erection. Ashley couldn't help but stare at it, it was so big and inviting. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, and before she knew what she was doing,
Ashley asked "you aren't going to tell anyone I gave you a blowjob are you?
I don't want this getting back to Craig."
Max chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry, Ash. I won't tell anyone. Besides, I'm sure it'll be our little secret."
He released his grip on my wrist and took a step back, giving me space. I hesitated for a moment, but then I realized that I had no other choice. I had already come this far, might as well finish it.
I walked back over to the bed and sat down, motioning for Max to come closer.
He eagerly obliged, his erection still rock-hard and ready. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling its warmth and girth in my grasp. Max moaned and threw his head back, letting me take control.
I leaned in, keeping my hand on his cock as I licked and teased his tip. I swirled my tongue around his head, tasting the salty drops of precum that leaked out. I took him into my mouth inch by inch, letting him feel the warmth of my tongue against his shaft.
I bobbed my head up and down, using my hand to jerk off the bottom part of his cock. Max moaned loudly and grabbed my head, forcing me to take him deeper. I choked and gagged, my eyes watering as he pushed himself down my throat.
"Fuck, Ashley, you're such a good little whore," he grunted as he fucked my mouth. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?"
I couldn't speak, but I couldn't deny it either.
I did love it. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth, the taste of him, the way he moaned and grunted as I pleasured him. I loved the power it gave me, to bring a strong, confident man like Max to his knees. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and took him deep into my throat once more, making Max moan even louder.
He grabbed my head and held it in place, taking control as he thrust his hips back and forth, face-fucking me with wild abandon.
I could barely breathe, my nose pressed up against his pelvis as he forced himself deeper and deeper into my throat. Spit dripped down my chin and onto my bare breasts, leaving sticky trails in the valley between my cleavage.
"You like that, you dirty little slut?" he grunted, his voice rough and raw.
His grip on my hair tightened as he began to thrust his hips harder, fucking my mouth with a primal ferocity. My eyes watered and my jaw ached from the force, but I couldn't deny the heat building between my legs. The degradation, the shame, it all fueled my desire. I was his fucktoy, his slut, and I loved every filthy moment of it.
Max continued to face-fuck me, his balls slapping against my chin with each brutal thrust.
His grip on my hair tightened, pulling my hair so hard that I could feel it at the roots. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was being used as a mere sex object, a tool for Max's pleasure. But I couldn't deny it, I was enjoying it. The pain and humiliation brought a strange pleasure to me. Max grunted, his voice rough and raw. His grip on my hair tightened as he began to thrust his hips harder, fucking my mouth with a primal ferocity.
Max grunted, his voice rough and raw as he moaned with pleasure.
"Fuck, Ashley. You're such a good little slut," he said, panting with pleasure. "Take it all, baby."
He face-fucked me with reckless abandon, his balls slapping against my chin with each brutal thrust.
I could feel his cock swell in my throat, telling me that he was close. Max pulled out suddenly, ripping his cock out of my mouth with a audible pop.
"Turn around. I want to see that tight ass of yours while I fuck your mouth," he ordered.
I obeyed without hesitation, wanting to please him. I turned around and got on all fours, sticking my ass high up in the air. Max positioned himself behind me, his hard cock just inches away from my face.
I stuck out my tongue, eager to taste him again. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced his cock into my mouth, holding it there as he began to fuck my face with a fierce intensity. I gagged and choked, but I didn't resist. I wanted this. I wanted to please him.
As he face-fucked me, Max reached around and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I moaned around his cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure straight to my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny how much I was enjoying it either. My pussy was throbbing and aching for release, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment.
Max continued to fuck my mouth with a feverish intensity, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. I could feel him getting closer, and I braced myself for what was to come.
I was still on all fours, with my ass in the air and my mouth stretched wide open. Max was behind me, his hand tightly fisted in my hair and his other one kneading my left breast. You're so fucking wet. I knew you would be," he growled, his voice low and animalistic.
I didn't say anything. I was too busy trying to keep up with his brutal thrusts, my jaw aching and my eyes watering.
My mascara was probably running, making me look like a raccoon, but I didn't care at this point. I was just a receptacle for Max's pleasure, a warm, wet hole for his cock to slide in and out of. I could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside my mouth, telling me that he was about to cum.
"Fuck, Ashley, I'm gonna cum," he grunted.
Ashley prepared to swallow Max's cum, but she wasn't prepared for how large it would be.
Max's cock pulsed and jerked in her mouth, and a thick rope of hot and sticky cum shot straight down her throat. Ashley instinctively swallowed and gagged, trying to handle Max's powerful and violent orgasm.
Max's cock kicked again and another load of hot cum shot into her mouth. Ashley struggled to handle it, but Max's grip on her hair tightened and he refused to let her move. He fucked her mouth for all it was worth, delivering his nasty, powerful cum straight down her throat.
Cum started spilling out of Ashley's mouth when she couldn't swallow quick enough. Max's cum showed no sign of ending.
It just kept flowing and flowing, filling Ashley's mouth and dripping down her chin. She tried her best to swallow each load, but it was just too much for her. Cum was now running down her face and pooling on her chest.
Max pulled out of Ashley's mouth and decided to finish the rest on her face.
He grabbed his cock with one hand and started to jerk it off. Ashley, still on all fours, looked up at him with innocently pleading eyes, trying to fight back her whimpers as she waited anxiously for him to cum. Max let out a low growl, his cock twitched, and a flood of hot, sticky cum shot out onto Ashley's face, covering her cheeks, nose, and lips. She winced as the first few spurts hit her, but soon relaxed and let him have his way.
Max grunted as he emptied his balls all over Ashley's pretty face, moaning her name and thanking him for being such a good little slut. When he finished, he collapsed onto the bed next to her and lit up a cigarette, blowing smoke into the air and watching as it drifted lazily up towards the ceiling.
"That was fucking amazing, Ashley," he said, exhaling a long stream of smoke. "You're a natural at this."
Ashley was still panting and trying to catch her breath, but she managed to speak.
"What the fuck, Max? What the actual fuck?" she stammered.
Max just smirked and took another drag of his cigarette.
"What's wrong, Ash? You didn't enjoy it? You looked like you were enjoying it," he said, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Ashley's mind was racing. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had just given a blowjob to the most hated guy on campus, and not just any blowjob, a sloppy, messy, filthy one.
Her face and chest were covered in his cum, and she could feel the remnants of it dripping down her chin and onto her skin. She couldn't believe what she had just done, and she couldn't believe how good it felt.
She had always thought of herself as a good girl, someone who would never stoop so low as to suck a guy's dick, especially not a guy like Max. But here she was, on her knees, her mouth still sore from the abuse it had just taken.
Max, on the other hand, looked like he was on top of the world.
Max took a picture of Ashley's cum covered face.
Ashley's heart raced as she saw the flash from the camera.
"What the fuck, Max?" Ashley exclaimed, wiping the remnants of cum from her cheeks. "Why did you take a picture of me like that?"
"Relax, Ashley. It's just for my personal collection. You looked so fucking hot with my cum all over your face. I just had to capture the moment," Max replied with a smirk.
Ashley was disgusted.
Max's cum covered her face and chest, and she couldn't believe that she let this happen. She quickly got up from her knees and ran to the bathroom, trying to clean herself off as quickly as possible. She looked at herself in the mirror and was horrified by what she saw. Her long blonde hair was matted and sticking to her face, and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Her blue eyes looked dull and lifeless, and her lips were pink and puffy from being stretched around Max's cock.
She looked like a mess, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed and embarrassed. She grabbed a towel and started scrubbing her face and chest, trying to remove every last trace of Max's cum.
But even as she cleaned herself up, she couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and self-loathing. She couldn't believe what she had just done, and she couldn't believe how much she had enjoyed it. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so turned on. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling, and it scared her.
She couldn't understand why she would enjoy such a degrading act. She had always thought of herself as a strong and independent woman, but now she felt like a pawn in Max's twisted game. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't. She wanted to blame him, but she couldn't. She wanted to erase what just happened, but she couldn't. All she could do was stand there, in front of the mirror, as the water from the showerhead cascaded down her bare chest and washed away the remnants of her shame.
The warm water running over her skin brought a little bit of relief, but it did nothing to alleviate the guilt and regret that were now settling in her heart. The image of Max, standing there with that prideful look on his face, was still burned into her mind, and she couldn't shake it off no matter how hard she tried.
As she stood there, under the running water, she couldn't help but begin to touch herself. She hadn't even realized that her hand had wandered down there until she felt her own fingers playing with her swollen clitoris.
Max sent the picture to Craig.
Craig could not believe what he was seeing. His girlfriend, his sweet, innocent girlfriend, was on her knees on Max's bedroom floor, her face covered in his cum. He felt his heart drop to his stomach as a wave of nausea and anger washed over him.
He immediately called Ashley, but she did not answer. He called again and again, but she still did not pick up. He knew something was wrong. He quickly got in his car and drove to the fraternity house, his heart pounding in his chest.
The party was still in full swing when he arrived, and he could hear the thumping bass of the music from outside. He pushed through the crowd, scanning the room for Ashley. He couldn't see her anywhere, so he made his way upstairs to the bedrooms. That's when he heard it - the unmistakable sound of moaning coming from one of the rooms. He knew that sound anywhere. It was Ashley.
Craig entered a room that was a home theater. On screen was the video of Ashley sucking Max's dick earlier.
They were both naked and max was laying on a couch as Ashley leaned over him, her plump lips wrapped around his cock. Craig watched as Ashley's bobbed her head back and forth, swallowing Max's dick whole. He could hear the sloppy and wet sounds of her mouth on him.
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