Chapter 2: Building Tension
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.
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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.
I did it before I could even stop myself. I was so fed up with Max's constant harassment and degrading remarks that I wanted to prove him wrong. I wanted to show him that my tits weren't just silicone bags, but the most natural, perfect pair of breasts.
Max grinned from ear to ear. He thought he was gonna get away with his stupid dare, but he didn't expect I would actually take it. I wanted to see the look on his face when he realized how much he fucked up.
"See?" I smiled.
I wanted to look confident, but it was evident that this unexpected turn of events made me nervous. "Satisfied?"
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.
He grasped the back of my head and began pushing his member deeper into my moist oral cavity. I leaned back, resting on my elbows, allowing him to take control. I felt dirty, like a slut, but it felt oh so good. I moved my hands to his muscular thighs and let my tongue explore his shaft. I could taste his precum already, and I began reaching up to grab his toned ass, pulling him deeper inside me.
His shaft filled my mouth and I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. I wanted to pleasure him, to make him cum hard, and I was ready to do anything to make it happen.
But then, I suddenly realized something. I wasn't just pleasing him. I was also pleasing myself. I was shocked at how much I was enjoying this, how much I wanted him to keep going. Was I really turning into a slut? I didn't care.
I didn't care about anything at that moment. Not about Craig, not about my journalism career, not about my own dignity. I was caught up in the heat of the moment, caught up in the thrill of the forbidden. I closed my eyes, focused on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and moaned in pleasure.
Max responded with a low growl, pulling my head closer and burying himself deeper inside me. I could feel his grip on the back of my head tightening, feel the muscles in his thighs tensing up.
Ashley heard max say"hey Craig have you ever seen your girl deepthroat "?
She opened her eyes abruptly she could see max looking down at her with a smug expression on his face she was filled with a sudden sense of shame and embarrassment she couldn't believe she just let this happen she looked up at max and said "you better not tell anyone about this" max just chuckled and shook his head "don't worry babe no one will ever know"
Ashley got up and quickly put her bra and dress back on she was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say or do max was still sitting there with a smug smile on his face she couldn't believe what just
Max said "wait you can't just leave me like this, I need to cum."
Ashley looked at him with a confused expression on her face "what do you mean?"
Max looked at her with a mischievous grin on his face "I mean, you need to finish what you started."
Ashley couldn't believe what she was hearing, she had never done anything like this before and she didn't know if she could go through with it.
"I don't know if I can do that," she said, looking down at the ground.
"Come on, Ashley. Don't be like that. You got me all worked up. You can't just leave me hanging," he said, standing up and approaching her.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. She knew she shouldn't do this, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to him, to his confidence and his charm.
He leaned in close to her, their faces just inches apart. "Just finish the blowjob, I promise I'll be quick. "
Max whispered with a devilish smirk. He traced his fingers down her arm, sending shivers down her spine.
"But—but what about Craig?" she stammered, still trying to fight against her mounting desires. "What would he think?"
"No one will ever know ".
Max's words echoed in Ashley's head as she hesitantly nodded and dropped to her knees. She tartly unzipped Max's pants, freeing his throbbing cock. It was even bigger than she remembered. She looked up at Max, who was grinning down at her with a satisfied look on his face.
"That's a good girl," he said, running his fingers through her hair.
Ashley hesitantly wrapped her fingers around Max's shaft and began to stroke it.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't deny the feeling of power it gave her. She was in control, and Max was completely at her mercy. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of innocence and seduction, and slowly leaned forward.
Max's breath hitched as he felt Ashley's warm breath on the tip of his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer, and closed his eyes as he felt her lips wrap around his shaft.
She wasn't the most experienced at giving blowjobs, but her enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of skill. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, causing him to moan in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Ashley. That feels amazing."
She looked up at him, her green eyes wide and innocent, and slowly began to bob her head up and down. She cupped his balls in one hand, massaging them gently, while the other hand gripped the base of his cock, jerking him off in time with her movements.
Max gave a thumbs up to the camera that was recording Ashley sucking his dick.
It was hidden in the bookshelf behind her. He loved collecting incriminating evidence on the people he fucked. He had videos of reporter sluts, dirty cheerleaders, and now even his girlfriend's girlfriend. It gave him a twisted satisfaction to know that he had power over these women.
As Ashley sucked Max's cock deeper down her throat, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. It was so dirty and wrong, but he couldn't resist the temptation.
Max couldn't wait for Craig to see his naive, innocent girlfriend sucking his nemesis dick.
He secretly recorded the whole thing from his hidden camera in the bookshelf. He watched as Ashley's head bobbed up and down on his shaft, her wet lips wrapped tightly around him, her bobbing bobbing rhythmically, bobbing syncing with the sloppy sounds of her saliva filled mouth. He pulled her hair as she deep-throated him, choking gagging, drooling on his shaft, dripping bobbing thick strands of saliva on his balls, mixing it with her own secretions.
Max changed position to give the camera the best view of his dick pistoning in and out of Ashley's mouth.
He grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face violently. "Yeah, bitch, take that! Take my fucking cock!" he shouted. "You love it, don't you? You love being my dirty little slut!"
Ashley couldn't answer, she could only gasp for air between sucks. Her eyes were watering, her mascara running down her cheeks. She was totally degraded, completely used and humiliated - and loving it.
She moaned as he tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back and forth on his cock. She opened her mouth wider, swallowing him deeper, feeling his balls slap against her chin as he fucked her face like she was just a toy for his pleasure.
"Fuck yeah, you like that?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like it when I use you like this?"
She moaned in response, unable to speak with his dick crammed down her throat. She nodded, her eyes wide open and watering as she looked up at him.
She felt humiliated but turned on. She never knew herself to be this submissive but being degraded by the charismatic, wealthy and popular guy on campus turned her on in a way she never imagined.
"Yes, I love it." She choked, trying to catch her breath. "I love being your dirty little slut."
Max smirked, pulling her hair harder.
"That's right, you dirty little whore.
You love every inch of my cock, don't you?" Max taunted, his voice dripping with lust.
Ashley nodded again, unable to speak. She was so turned on, her pussy was dripping wet. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this degradation. It was wrong, but it felt so right.
Max pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. "Get on your knees, whore," he commanded, his voice rough.
Ashley didn't hesitate, sinking to her knees in front of him.
Max said "say you love sucking my dick ".
Ashley hesitated for a moment, but the thrill of being so utterly used and degraded was too much for her to resist. "I love sucking your dick," she whispered, looking up at him with a mix of shame and arousal in her eyes.
Max grinned and pushed her head back down onto his cock. "Good girl," he murmured, as Ashley began to move her lips up and down his shaft once more.
It wasn't long before Max's hips began to buck, his thighs trembling as he pumped his load down Ashley's throat.
She tried her best to swallow every drop like a good little slut, but with each pulse of his cock, a dribble of cum escaped her lips and ran down her chin and max never seemed to stop cumming.
This continued for what seemed like an eternity as ashley struggled to keep up, eventually, he pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air as his cock twitched, pumping more streams of hot semen across her face.
Max smirked, studying the sight before him as he continued to spurt rope after rope of thick white creamy cum coating her face and dripping off her chin, covering her from nose to chin. When he was finally finished, he took a step back and admired his handiwork.
Ashley knelt before him, her face a sticky mess of semen. Her eyes were glazed over as she looked up at him, still gasping for breath. Max took a picture of Ashley he couldn't wait to show craig.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, opened the camera and aimed it at her. Ashley, who was still on her knees, trying to catch her breath and wipe the remnants of cum from her face, looked up and saw him pointing the camera at her.
"Smile, Ashley." Max sneered as he took the picture, capturing her degrade, defeated, and cum coated appearance. He lifted his phone up to check the picture and looked down at Ashley.
The image of Ashley, kneeling on the floor, her pleading eyes glossy with tears, cum leaking from her mouth, cracks in her makeup and disheveled hair was still vivid in his mind. He couldn't help but grabbed his phone, aimed the camera at her and take another picture.
She was the hottest slut he ever had.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
Ashley, still in a daze, obeyed.
Max aimed his cock at her mouth and let out a final surge of cum, splattering it all over her face and open mouth.
"Swallow," he said.
Ashley looked up at him, her eyes pleading, but she did as she was told, swallowing the thick glob of cum that sat on her tongue.
"Good girl," Max said, stroking her hair.
"You take my load like a champ."
Ashley's mind was racing. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never done anything like this before. She had always been a good girl, the kind of girl who followed the rules and did what she was told. But here she was, on her knees in front of her boyfriend's nemesis, her faced covered in his cum.
Max reached down and helped her to her feet. "You did good," he said, giving her a reassuring pat on the back.
Ashley felt relieved, grateful even for the approval, but the night was far from over.
Despite having just swallowed a gi-normous amount of cum, Ashley was still drunk and horny. Her inhibitions were long gone and she was ready to do whatever Max wanted. She was young, 20, with a fit body and her perky round B-cups were barely contained in her strappy summer dress. Without warning, Max grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. Their lips met in a wet, sloppy kiss. With one swift motion, he pulled up her dress and slipped off her panties. Ashley moaned in protest, but the alcohol had stripped away her ability to make smart decisions. Max lifted Ashley up and lowered her onto his cock. Ashley screamed in pleasure as he filled up her wet, warm pussy.
Max thought it would be funny to add another layer of degradation, so he decided to call Craig while Ashley was riding him. He picked up his phone and dialed Craig's number. Ashley didn't notice at first, she was too busy moaning and gasping in ecstasy as Max thrust his cock deeper inside her.
"Hey, Craig," Max said casually, as Ashley's body continued to bounce up and down on top of his cock. "Just calling to see if everything's alright."
There was a pause as Craig responded.
"Oh, nothing much," Max continued, as Ashley's screams grew louder. "Just thought I'd check in. Oh, and guess who's here with me? Ashley."
There was another pause as Craig said something.
"Yeah, we're just having a few drinks, watching a movie," Max said, as Ashley's hips continued to grind against him. "Oh, and just for the record, Ashley's pussy feels amazing."
Ashley's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Max had just said. She quickly tried to get off of him, but he held her tight.
"Wait," Max said into the phone.
"Let me put you on speaker." He pressed a button on his phone and propped it up on the dresser. "There. Now go ahead."
Craig's voice came through the speaker, sounding confused and worried. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"
Max grinned, reaching up to grip Ashley's hips and pull her down harder onto his cock. "Everything's just peachy, Craig.
In fact, Ashley's been such a good little slut that I'm letting her ride my cock right now." Max said, sneering.
Ashley's face turned bright red as she tried to push herself off of Max, but he kept a firm grip on her hips. She couldn't believe what was happening. She had just let her boyfriend's nemesis fuck her in the ass and now he was talking to Craig on the phone while she was still impaled on his cock.
Ashley was overwhelmed with shock, embarrassment, and a strange sense of excitement. She had never done anything like this before, never been so wild and reckless. But now she was, and she couldn't deny the feeling of pleasure coursing through her veins.
"Fuck, Ashley, you feel so good," Max moaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Tell Craig how good my cock feels inside you."
Ashley hesitated, but the feeling of him inside her, filling her up, was too much to deny.
She let out a breathless, "Fuck, it feels good." Max grinned at that, his hands traveling down to her ass, squeezing and kneading her cheeks as he thrust up into her.
"Yeah, it does," he replied, his voice low and husky. "You like that, don't you, you filthy little slut? You like having my cock inside you?"
Ashley couldn't speak, could only moan in response, her head thrown back, her body moving in time with Max's thrusts.
Max was relentless, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Her hands gripped the sheets as he fucked her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
Max could feel his climax building, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with Ashley's tight pussy clenching around him. But he wanted to make her cum one more time, wanted to feel her juices coating his cock as he filled her up with his seed.
"Ashley, I'm gonna cum," he panted, his voice ragged with pleasure. "I want you to cum with me."
She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Max. Yes. I'm so close."
With a final, powerful thrust, Max felt himself slipping over the edge. He groaned in pleasure as he emptied himself into her, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum.
Ashley felt him convulsing inside her, and it sent her over the edge. Max made Ashley suck his dick.
She had never done that before, but she couldn't deny how much it turned her on. She loved being degraded by this confident, charismatic man. She had never felt so desired, so wanted. She was addicted to the feeling of his cock in her mouth, the way he would groan in pleasure as she sucked him off. She loved the power it gave her, the way she could make him lose control.
But Max wasn't done with her yet. He wanted more. He wanted to possess her, to make her his. He wanted to fuck her in every way possible.
And that's exactly what he did. Max forced Katie to her knees and suck Max's dick as he called Craig.
He laughed at Craig's confused and worried voice on the other side of the line. He pulled Katie's head down onto his cock, thrusting himself deeper into her mouth, savoring the warm, wet sensation. Craig was probably listening in horror as Katie gagged and choked on Max's dick. Max savored the moment, reveling in the power he held over both of them.
Craig, his nemesis, was listening in as he forced his girlfriend to her knees and made her deepthroat him. And Ashley, the sweet and innocent girl who had captured his attention, was now his plaything.
He pulled her up from her knees, her lips glistening with his semen. He led her over to the large leather couch in the center of the fraternity house's common room, where several other fraternity brothers were watching and cheering them on.
Max sat down and pulled Ashley onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his jeans and she couldn't help but grind against him.
"Fuck, you feel good," Max groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she moved against him. "Do you want me to fuck you again, Ashley? Here, in front of everyone?"
She gasped at his words, but the thought of being fucked in front of all these people, of being used and degraded like this, sent a thrill through her body.
She nodded her head, unable to speak.
Max grinned, flicking her dress straps off her shoulders and tugging it down to her waist. Her breasts spilled out, nipples already hard from excitement. He gripped her hips, guiding her down onto his cock. She moaned as he filled her, and the fraternity brothers catcalled and whistled around them.
"Ride that cock, Ashley," Max growled, his hands resting on her hips. "Show us what a dirty little slut you are."
Ashley began to ride him, faster and harder with each thrust. She didn't care who was watching, didn't care about anything except the feeling of his cock inside her. She felt wild, uninhibited, alive.
Someone turned up the music, and the frat house's common room transformed into a drunken, wild party.
Ashley was vaguely aware of the other fraternity brothers and sorority members surrounding them, cheering and jeering as they watched Max take her, claim her, own her.
Max's grasp on her hips tightened, and he stood up from the couch, lifting her along with him. He carried her over to one of the fraternity house's many bedrooms, kicking open the door to reveal a messy, unmade bed. He threw her down on the bed, and Ashley couldn't help but feel like she was being claimed, marked, possessed.
Ashley saw another frat brother approaching with his cock out.
He was clearly intoxicated, but he couldn't hold back his primal urges anymore. He stumbled forward and grabbed Ashley by the hair, pulling her off Max's cock and onto his own. She cried out in surprise, but she quickly adjusted to the new sensation of being stuffed full with someone else's dick. Max stepped back, watching with a pleased smirk on his face as she was passed around the room like a piece of meat.
Another frat brother stepped up, wanting his turn.
He was tall, muscular, and had a beard that made him look like a modern-day viking. Ashley couldn't even remember his name in her drunken and horny state.
"Fuck yeah, I want a piece of that," he growled, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over.
Ashley yelped in surprise, but she was too far gone to protest. She found herself on all fours, ass in the air, as the viking-lookalike positioned himself behind her.
She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back towards him as he thrust himself inside of her with a primal urgency.
Ashley cried out in pleasure, every inch of her body sensitive to his touch.
He was rough, animalistic, and she reveled in it. He filled her up, stretching her to the brim and sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
She felt another frat brother approach, this one nudging her lips open with his cock. She eagerly sucked him off, her head bobbing up and down as she took him in.
She moaned with pleasure as she tasted his precum, the saltiness making her tongue tingle. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and squeezed, feeling it throb in her hand.
Meanwhile, the viking-lookalike continued to fuck her from behind, his powerful thrusts causing her to moan around the cock in her mouth. She couldn't believe she was being fucked by two men at once, her body overwhelmed with pleasure.
The frat house was filled with the sounds of their moans and grunts, the bed creaking with each movement.
Ashley couldn't believe what was happening, she had never felt so dirty, so slutty, so desired.
The viking-lookalike's thrusts grew more urgent, his balls slapping against her ass with each push. Ashley could feel herself getting close, her muscles tensing as the pleasure built up inside of her.
She felt the cock in her mouth swell, and the frat brother holding it grunted, his hot load spilling down her throat. She eagerly swallowed it down, savoring the taste.
The frat brother pulled out of her mouth and stumbled backwards, his cock still hard and dripping with her saliva.
Meanwhile, the viking-lookalike increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself spiraling towards her orgasm. She gasped for air, the intense pleasure coursing through her body heightening her senses to an almost painful degree.
Suddenly, she heard him growl, a deep, guttural sound as he reached his climax.
His cock twitched inside of her, emptying his load deep within her pussy. Ashley felt herself overflowing with his cum, running down her thighs and staining the sheets.
More frat boys approached hoping for blowjobs, pussy, or to fuck her tits.
Ashley was just going along with it, not realizing or caring about what was happening. She lost track of time and how many orgasms she'd had. Her body felt like a live wire, ready to spark and fizzle out at any moment. Max stood back, watching with a smug expression on his face as his frat brothers took turns with her. He could hardly believe his luck.
Max's eyes lit up as he watched Ashley's lithe, naked body being passed around like a buffet platter amongst the ravenous frat boys. He'd always known she was a wild one, but this was beyond his wildest dreams.
Max's dick was rock-hard as he watched the show, precum leaking from the tip. He couldn't wait to join in.
He stepped forward, pushing his way through the crowd of drunken, horny frat boys.