12 comments/ 81715 views/ 40 favorites Claire and the New Guy By: sad8ed_butterfly All of the people in the story are 18 years of age, or older. * "Come on Claire. Just for a few seconds. My balls are about to explode. That shit can really happen you know?" Aiden pushed me further into the girl's bathroom. "If you didn't want the attention, then why the hell did you wear such a short dress?" I smiled at him. I'd worn the dress to tease his ass, not so he'd corner me in the bathroom during lunch period. I liked lunch period. It was my favorite time of day. And this year, my senior year, I used lunch period to drink diet coke and pick on freshman. Maybe scope some hotties along the way. But this, this was not part of the plan. "I'm serious Aiden. I'm NOT having sex with you." "We don't have to fuck." He countered quickly, looking back toward the locked door. "Just blow me." "Ew. Ugh, no way." I rolled my overly made over eyes at him. "That's not going to happen." Aiden was not my boyfriend. Sure he was a gorgeous and yeah he was the quarterback and together we made the perfect power couple. But, can you say stereotype? "Claire, baby. I just spent all of chemistry class staring at your ass. You know you wanted me to stare ..." I bit into my lip in a seductive way. I hadn't worn the dress for nothing. "You can't just leave me like this." He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his rock hard dick. I pulled away instantly. "I'm not a whore Aiden." He exhaled and turned back toward the locked door. He didn't have to say it, but it was obvious that he was thinking we didn't have a lot of time in the bathroom before someone noticed. Without a word he grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me up into him throwing my back against the wall behind me, while simultaneously wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth went straight to my neck. First kissing, and then, licking my collar bone. I instantly felt myself getting wet. I'm a sucker for necking. He didn't waste any time running his hand along the inside of my thigh until his probing digits were on the outside of my cotton panties. He didn't bother pulling them to the side before rubbing up against my eager clit. I shuddered. "I wish you could fuck me right here Aiden." I whispered into his ear. He let out a moan that sounded almost like a cry. "I want you soo bad Claire. I've always wanted you." It sounded almost as if he couldn't breathe to speak. The bulge in his pants pressed hard against my leg. I didn't know how big his dick was, but from the feel of it, I wouldn't be disappointed. If I'd ever let myself find out ... His finger rubbed faster against my slickening panties. "Don't stop Aiden. I wanna cum for you baby." "Oh fuck Claire." He moved his hand to slide a finger inside my sopping wet pussy, but I wasn't so far gone that I stopped him. I grabbed his hand and mechanically forced him to continue fingering the outside of my panties rubbing my sex in the perfect spot. "You want that, don't you baby? You want me to cum all over your hand from you rubbing my pussy so good?" His mouth continued kissing along the side of my neck, but his words escaped all the same. "God, yes." And then, there was a soft knocking sound at the door. It almost made me laugh. I wasn't any closer to coming than I was to actually blowing the jock. "Just a second." I giggled. "Fuck." Aiden pulled his hand away from my pussy and pressed his fingers to his lips. "You're disgusting." I slapped his shoulder playfully. My feet fells softly to the ground and I moved to adjust my short dress around my waist. "Wait." He grabbed my wrist. "What about me?" "What about me?" I countered. "I didn't get off either." High school boys were sooo annoying. Not that I knew much about any other boys. Or men for that matter. But I was certain that there were men out there that didn't approach sex like Aiden. In fact, as far as Aiden was concerned the most he'd ever done was get me wet ... and only a little wet at that. I say sex like I'd had it before. I was a virgin. In all forms of the word, well other than the fact that every guy in the school didn't know that. And, well if dry humping and finger fucking counted ... then I wasn't a virgin. "Gimme your panties." "What?" "Come on Claire..." He pouted looking ridiculous. "Give me something to think about." "You're such a pervert." I said the words, but slid my fingers up under my dress and slipped out of the cotton panties without any more argument than that. There was another soft rap at the door. "I said hold on a god damned minute." Before I turned toward the door I saw Aiden ball my drawers up and sniff them. "Damn Claire, you taste, and smell amazing." I was really going to have to put an end to our none sex sexual-relationship. It was getting out of hand. And it didn't help that he did nothing to turn me on. As I was walking out of the bathroom, away from the glaring sophomore, I self-consciously pulled down at my thigh length dress and looked over my shoulder toward my once panties. I tried desperately hard not to think of what my poor briefs would be forced to endure in the hands of someone like Aiden. As the school queen it was completely un-royal to walk down the halls in such a way, so as I was turning, to strut my stuff in a normal fashion, I smacked head on into a wall. At least, I thought it was a wall at first. And it was a wall. If you considered 6 ½ foot tall muscled hunks of meat, walls. I know I did. "Ouch." I cried, throwing my arms out to catch myself. It wasn't necessary though, because a second after I smacked the man wall, his arms wrapped protectively around me. "I'm Sorry." He cooed. With little effort his large hands wrapped around my small frame pulling me to my feet. To my absolute dismay, his right hand lingered on the outside of my hip, where his fingers traced along my dress, and felt the void that my briefs had once filled. I looked for any sign that he was shocked by their absence, and was surprised to see that he wasn't. "I'm Cam." He took a step back and held out his hand to me. "C-Claire." I stuttered, taking his massive hand in mine. He was obviously a new student, and not only did he stand at least a foot and a half taller than me, and most of the other students at the school, but he was tan, and muscled, and the sight of him alone made my panties wetter than Aiden had ever dreamed. At least, the sight of him would have made my panties wet ... if I had been wearing any. It was an uncomfortable feeling having my juices run down the side of my leg. I shifted slightly, bit down on my lip seductively, like I always did when I wanted to play, and silently hoped he didn't notice my discomfort between my legs. He smiled. "Sorry, again," and then he disappeared. Apparently no one told the new guy that I was a goddess at this school. He clearly didn't know that I was a treasure, and that boys were supposed to pine after me. He didn't know that my short honey blond hair, and my perfect tits and ass were lusted after and admired. Ugh. He didn't want me. What a dick! I spent the rest of the day pretending like I wasn't looking for tan Cam, but to be honest I was shaking my ass even more than usual. Then, the next day I put on extra make-up, wore an even shorter dress, and 'forgot' panties. I saw him on that day. But it wasn't good. Cam was standing at the back of the gym with Aiden, and his pathetic protégé Blake. The three of them looked like they were having an intense conversation. I deliberately clicked my stilettoes and perked up my tits as I approached. Blake had to catch his drool before it hit the gym floor. He clearly wanted me. Why didn't Cam? "Hey guys?" "Claire." Aiden looked shocked at the sight of me. It wasn't his fault really; I had hiked the dress up a bit before I started walking toward them. "Hey cutie." I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek rubbing my breasts on his arm as I went. He exhaled dramatically. I almost felt a little bad for using him to get Cam's attention. "You look hot." He said obviously. "You're so sweet." I pet his arm, making him shudder slightly. "Hey Claire, this is Cam." Blake nudged my arm. "Cam - Claire." He nodded. "Hey." I wanted to stomp my heel on the ground. He didn't even remember meeting me. "I think you almost ran me over yesterday." I said bitterly. God he was hot. His hair was jet black and his eyes were dark brown. He wasn't just tan either, this guy was flat out Native American. I wanted to jump him right there, and the sight of him was doing terrible things to my lack of panties ... once again. "Right." He smiled. And that smile, well that, made me have to do that awkward shifting thing to keep my pussy from leaking juice all the way down my leg. Why hadn't I worn panties again? Aiden tugged at my arm to pull my attention back to him. "Hey Claire, there's a party this weekend ... you wanna be my date?" Without taking my eyes off Cam I smiled, "that sounds great." Don't get me wrong. I knew I was being pathetic, but if pathetic was what it took to get that hot-totty to notice me then so be it. Cam's eyes narrowed in a suspicious sort of way, but he didn't say a word. I didn't even know why I tried for the guy. He clearly wasn't interested. That didn't stop me spending hours getting ready for the party. I knew he'd be there. I mean, I thought he would be there. And that was enough for me. I wore my shortest dress, extra make-up, and high heels. I looked like a whore, and I didn't even care. If this is what it took to get him to notice me, then so be it. I wore panties though, because I was afraid if I didn't I'd be forced to do the uncomfortable shifting maneuver all night, and the briefs were an easier fix. Aiden met me as soon as I was inside the house. "Damn Claire. What're you trying to do to me?" He looked over the dress with a smile. He thought it was for him. It almost made me feel bad when I snaked an arm around his back and pulled him close kissing his cheek. "Who says this is for you?" I teased, pulling the bottom of my dress up slightly. He took a deep breath, never taking his eyes off of my thigh, and leaned to whisper. "Am I gunna get to fuck you later?" No. "Maybe, if you're a good boy." I bat my eyelashes at him. If you think about it, he sort of deserved being teased, you know, for being so damn stupid and all. I spent a little time wrapped around Aiden, but when I didn't see Cam, I decided to distance myself. Aiden's incessant need to keep his hand on my ass was really getting old. I walked into the kitchen of the house and saw Blake. I tried to get away before he saw me, but his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me into him before I made an escape. "You look so fuckin' sexy Claire." His disgusting beer breath blew across my face as he spoke. His eyes lingered down the dress. The dress that I'd worn for Cam, and not for him. I tried to pull back, but he held onto my wrist tighter. "What would it take to get that pretty mouth of yours around my dick?" "You'd have to knock my teeth out first Blake, unless you want me to bite it off for you?" His hand wrapped tighter around my wrist, and his other hand tangled roughly through my hair. "That could be arranged." "Ugh ... Lemme go Blake." "Or maybe you could just gimme a pair of your panties to play with." My stomach turned. Aiden had told him about the bathroom. What had I expected really? But that wasn't why my stomach turned. I knew he would tell Blake. But had he told Cam? "I'm serious you little skeez. Let go of me." "You heard the lady Blake." And at that, my heart dropped. Cam had walked into the kitchen. "Hey man," Blake dropped my wrist, and his hand fell out of my hair. "We were just having a little fun." I didn't wait for the humiliation of the situation to make my eyes fill with tears before I turned and pushed my way out of the room. I stomped past Cam out of the kitchen, without looking at him. I was halfway through the living room when I felt a large hand wrap around my elbow. He didn't turn me around before pulling me backward into him. "Why are you wearing that dress? Do you want people to think you're a whore?" I shook my head back and forth. There was something about the menace in his voice that made me tremble with fear. It didn't, however, stop me from leaning back into him. I wanted to feel his muscles pressed against me, anyway possible. "Then, why did you wear it Claire?" As he spoke, his free hand reached out and traced along my hip. Causing my skin to erupt in goose-bumps the second his fingers touched my bare leg. He chuckled. "I wanted you to want me." "Me? Or everyone?" I scanned the room and saw, not just Aiden, but a handful of guys staring awestruck at me. Unlike the strangers though, Aiden looked furious. I felt guilty for having led him on, but I felt nothing else. "Only you." I choked. "You're going to make me blush Claire." He chuckled once again, his hand pulling my dress even higher. "I see you remembered your panties this time." My embarrassment was about to boil over. "Yes." "Are you embarrassed?" "Y-yes." Most of the people inside the room turned and went about their business, but some of them, Aiden included, continued to watch as Cam pet me like a dog. I felt a boiling hot tear spill over my eye and down my cheek. "Why don't you stop me?" It was a good question. His hand, which was lingering over my elbow, was barely touching me at all. It was there just enough to make my heart thump, and my skin prickle. The other hand, which was grazing my thigh, did nothing to hold me against him. I was the one who stayed pressed into him. It was a humiliating to stand in front of people in such attire, especially people who I ruled over as a queen, being treated like a whore. But I didn't want him to stop. "Because, I want you ..." I whispered. "I didn't hear you Claire." "I want you." I said it loud enough for him, and half of the room to hear. He let out a breathy chuckle. It was obvious he was enjoying my torment. "Well, you don't have to shout. I'll give you what you want." Then, he was gone. He disappeared, and before I could turn to see where he had gone Aiden was standing at my side. "What the hell was that?" "What?" I was breathless, and awestruck at what had just happened. "Claire." Aiden put his hand under my chin forcing me to look up at him. "I thought you were my girlfriend. And you just told some guy you wanted him." "I'm not your girlfriend." I countered. It was a weak defense but it was all I could muster. His eyes filled with indescribable rage, and then he spoke loud enough for the room to hear. "You're a fuckin' whore you know that?" I was beginning to think that. I slapped his hand away from my chin and turned looking for a bathroom. Was it even possible to be a virgin whore? If so, then I was, in fact, that whore. A couple of people glared at me as a walked past them down the hall. I held my head high, and did my best to sway like a Queen. Before I made it to the bathroom a strong large hand reached out and grabbed me pulling me into an adjacent bedroom. I wanted to scream, but my breath was lost in the swiftness of the attack, and then the hand wrapped around my mouth. "Shhh." Cam warned. "Not that I think anyone would hear you over the party music anyway." He pushed me hard against the inside of the bedroom door, and clicked it locked behind me. His force wasn't necessary. I'd already told him I wanted him. But the thought terrified me a little. Moving his hand away from my mouth, he wrapped his fingers around my neck. I tried to buck myself forward, to get closer to him, but it was impossible, he was too strong. "How bad do you want me Claire?" I moaned. "Bad." "Do you want me to fuck you?" I whimpered slightly. That wasn't what I had meant, but the second he said the words I realized I had no idea exactly what I wanted before being dragged into the room. "Yes." "I don't fuck whores Claire." "I'm not a whore." I tried to defend, but his hand wrapped tighter around my neck taking my words. His other hand moved away from the locked knob to my thigh, and slowly started inching the dress up over my hips. "You look like a whore. You've looked like a whore every time I've seen you." His fingers wound around the outside band of the briefs, and instantly I was glad I had worn the panties. "I want to be your whore." I never thought I'd say those words out loud. He chuckled and pulled the elastic band of the panties up so that my bare ass was exposed, and the briefs were pulled in between my cheeks like a thong. The front of the panties rubbed against my already swollen clit making me ache even more. "You shouldn't have said that Claire." Without warning he pulled me away from the door and pushed me forward into the room. "I'm gunna fuck you Claire. And I'm not gunna be nice about it." His adamant words made my pussy ache. "Any girl, who teases a guy and leaves him only with her panties, needs a good hard fucking." I pushed myself up on the balls of my feet trying to maneuver my mouth toward his, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me hard against the ground. "I'm not kissing your whore mouth." His cruel words only made me want him more. He sat down on a couch that met up with the foot of the bed. "Come over here Claire. But don't stand up. I want you to crawl like the little cock-hungry slut you are." I perked my ass up in the air and inched toward him. I'd never given a blowjob before, but I was positive that was what he had in mind for me, and I was aching to get his dick in my mouth. As soon as I made my way to the couch I reached up for his crotch, only to have my hand slapped away. "Bend over my lap." "What?" I asked confused. He snaked a large hand through my honey-blond hair, and pulled me to my feet. "Don't ask questions." "Hey! That hurts." "Claire baby, if that hurts, then you're going to fucking hate what I'm about to do to you." His brown eyes where full of intent. "Now bend over my lap." I tried to be sexy as a fell down over him, but there was no way to do that, so it was all I could do to lay there, with my underwear pulled into my ass crack, and wait. I had a pretty good idea what he was going to do, but it was still a surprise when his large hand made contact with my cheek. "Ow, fuck. I don't want to do this." I cried, and tried to push myself up. He put his other hand down on my back holding me in place. "I thought you wanted me." "Not like this." His large hand smacked into me once more. "Jeez-sus stop it." Despite my complaints, I felt my pussy pooling with juice. "I thought you were my whore Claire." "Not if you keep doing that." His hand smacked hard into my ass once more, but this time, he grabbed a hold of the band of my panties pulling them tight across my aching cunt. The second his hand made contact with my ass, his large fingers grazed my pussy and I exploded into an unexpected orgasm. My whole body started shaking. My knees buckled and I fell limply over his lap. "I'm going to keep spanking you Claire, because you're my whore. Every time I smack this gorgeous ass of yours, I want you to tell me whose whore you are." SMACK "Oh god, I'm you're whore Cam." The panties stretched even further into the crack of my ass. I was positive they were about to rip. SMACK. "Don't stop Cam. I'm you're whore. Don't stop spanking my whore ass." "Good girl, Claire." SMACK "I'll be the best whore in the world. You can fuck me however you want. I'm you're whore and only your whore." He chuckled once again. My swollen pussy was aching I needed to cum, and the harder he pulled the panties the closer I came to orgasm. Claire and the New Guy Ch. 02 All of the people in this story are 18 years of age, or older. * His dick stayed inside my ass for an immeasurable amount of time. He just held onto me, letting me absorb all of the cum he had filled me with. And allowing me to come down from my own orgasm, while simultaneously waiting for his cock to go soft. It fell out of me with a soft plop a few minutes later leaving me feeling empty. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" He whispered into my ear. "I told you I wasn't a whore." He chuckled. "I thought you were my whore?" I looked over my shoulder batting my crusty cum covered lashes at him and biting into my bottom lip. "I am now." "Are you trying to turn me on?" He kissed my shoulder. "No." I sighed. "I think my poor little assholes been fucked hard enough for tonight." Leaving me leaning forward on the couch he stood up, away from me and pulled his pants up from around his ankles. "I beg to differ." I whimpered. "Are you going to fuck me again Cam?" Without a warning his hand rubbed against the crack of my ass. He massaged my bruised asshole, sliding a finger inside making me gasp. Then, he pulled it out and slid his expert digit down my pussy lips to massage my enflamed clit. He circled my nub between his thumb and fore finger. Then, he pulled away from me, and using his other hand grabbed ahold of my shoulder and forced me onto the ground. "Suck on my fingers Claire." "What?" He smacked me across the face. "What'd I tell you about asking questions?" I didn't say a word before I greedily sucked his fingers into my mouth. I hungrily lapped at our sex and desperately tried to absorb the flavor of his cum from my asshole. "How's your pussy taste Claire?" He pulled his hand away from my mouth and wrapped it around my neck pulling me to my feet. "Not as good my cum-filled ass." He smiled. "You like licking cum out of your whore-ass?" "Only when it's yours." I tried to push myself up on the balls of my feet to maneuver my mouth to his, but once again, I was denied as he threw me back toward the ground. "I don't kiss whores." "I'm a virgin." I moaned. "I'm not really a whore." "I just ass-fucked you like a whore." He countered, stepping over me and pulling me up by my hair. "I fucked your face, and coated your face like a whore. And you licked cum out of your ass like a cum-hungry whore." I looked up at him from under my thick lashes. "Because I'll do anything for you." He let out a moan. My dirty words were obviously getting to him. "Come here." He started walking to an adjacent bathroom, which I hadn't noticed until he was pulling my by my hair toward it. He pushed open the door and threw me down on the tile making my knees smack the ground hard. "Open your mouth." He demanded. I obeyed immediately. It didn't matter that his dick had just been in my ass or that my knees were burning from the assault. I was ready to go. He didn't bother holding onto my nose like he had the first time. This time he grabbed a hold of my hair with one hand, and with the other he grabbed my throat. He stabbed his semi-hard cock into my mouth in one go. I nursed on his dick like the cock hungry whore I was. I didn't hold my hands behind my back like the first time; instead I used them to pull his pants back to where they belonged around his ankles. After a few seconds his dick was rock hard and he was back in the rhythm of fucking my face. He didn't show any mercy on my poor gullet as he rocked out of me, and then back in. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from lack of oxygen, and then his dick left my throat. "How good does that ass taste?" He whispered. "Mmmmmm." I moaned, After gasping to catch my breath. "It tastes like whore." Before I could catch another breath he fucked his dick back into me. Cam fucked my face hard and without mercy until I was close to passing out, and then he would pull out to let me breathe. "Stand up." He commanded, after a good long face fucking, without any gratifying cum. I wanted to beg him for it, but I knew better. "You look like a whore." He added at the sight of me "I am your whore." He smiled and turned toward the shower. "Do you want to wash that cum off?" I shook my head back and forth with a smile. "Never." He chuckled. "You're too much Claire." I took my time in the shower. Mostly because I was trying to admire how beautiful his tan skin looked with the water cascading over it. There was never a more gorgeous sight than Cam in that shower. "You know I don't really think you're a whore right?" He whispered into my ear. After all of the spanking, and ass-fucking, who knew? I bit into my lip and shook my head back and forth. "Don't get me wrong. I thought you were." He smiled. "Aiden talked about you all week. I was jealous as hell. All I wanted to do was get you on my dick. But apparently Aiden's a liar." Cam looked me over admiringly while simultaneously rubbing a large finger along the outside of my pussy. I couldn't believe it. That little prick lied about me! "What'd he say?" I asked in disbelief. Cam smacked my ass lightly, making me shiver from the belt-blisters he had left earlier. "What did I tell you about asking questions?" I bit into my lip, but didn't say anything. "He said he fucked you lots of times ... not the panty time, which was just mean." He shook his head back and forth playfully letting out 'tsk-tsk' sounds. "But he said he was gunna fuck your ass tonight ... And that's why I did." He smiled wryly. "That asshole." I let out a breath in disbelief, and then, I asked a question despite the rules. "Is that why you ignored me all week?" His hand smacked my ass once again making me wince this time. "I prefer to play hard to get." He laughed. "As opposed to your game." I pulled my eyebrows together. "Didn't you think I looked pretty?" He smacked my ass harder this time. "Yeah. When you walked into the gym the other day I almost bent you over the stage and fucked you right there." An eager breath escaped my lips. "Could you imagine the look on Aiden's face if you'd have done that?" His hand slapped the other cheek, making a sloshing sound as it hit water, and causing me to flinch. "I'd have told him to stuff his dick in your mouth. Would you have liked that?" "Ugh. No. I'm only your whore." His face lit up. "Is that so?" I wrapped my hand around his semi-hard dick and started stroking it. Then I nodded. "I don't want to taste his disgusting cock. Just yours." "What about Blake?" Cam moaned. I shook my head back and forth. "I already told that pervert what I'd do if he put his dirty penis anywhere near my mouth." He let out a loud breath. "You're really being awfully stingy with this pretty fuck tool of yours Claire." He ran his finger across my bottom lip, and I stuck my tongue out to lick at it. When he pulled away I licked my lips and continued to stroke his hardening dick. "But I thought you wanted me just to be your whore." He nodded. "I do. And I'd like my whore even better with her mouth around my balls." Without any more provocation than that I dropped to my knees and lifted one of his sopping wet balls into my mouth. He let out a moan. "Oh fuck Claire." I tongued back and forth and then switched to the other ... not wanting to be too stingy. After a few minutes of swathing his balls in my mouth he pulled back on my hair and pointed me toward his hard dick. This time he didn't fuck it into me though. I pulled my hands up and started jerking the base, while I nursed on the head of it. "You're an amazing dick sucker Claire." He let me go to town, doing whatever I wanted, and enjoying the flavor of his dick on my tongue. A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in." Cam answered. I started to pull my head off of his cock to protest, but he held me down. I remembered him locking the bedroom door, but this was the bathroom, and its door was unlocked. "Shhhh." Cam looked down at me holding his forefinger over his mouth. "Hey man, what the hell are you doing in here? This parties fuckin' crazy. You're missin' it." Blake's words came from just inside the bathroom. Cam waited to answer. He waited until he had slid my mouth all the way down his dick. Then he glanced over his shoulder and spoke in the direction of the doorway. "Sorry, it wasn't really my scene." "So you're just hanging out in your parents' bedroom all night? Come one they're out of town. You're supposed to get drunk and destroy the house." I let out a small choke that Blake never heard. This was Cam's house? And his party? I didn't know the guy, and we had, approximately, negative 8 inches between us. There was a steady stream of water as Blake turned on the sink. Cam pulled back on my hair and slowly started fucking his dick down my throat. "Yeah, I don't know. I just don't know all these people." As soon as he was done speaking he shifted himself so that he was standing over me, and the water that was flowing over his chest was running straight into my face. I looked up to see him smile. "You know Claire though." "Not really." As he spoke he pulled his cock halfway out and shoved it all the way back in with a pop filling my mouth and nose with water. "She just looked hot tonight." His smile shifted wickedly. "Yeah well you fuckin' pissed Aiden off." "Oh yeah," Cam pulled his dick halfway way out once more and slammed it back into me, bringing a flood of water into my face. It felt like was drowning instead of suffocating, like usual. "Didn't he get to fuck her ass, like he said?" "No way. She disappeared after he called her a whore. He's been trying to call her for the past hour. Poor bastard." Cam smiled down at me once again, and without warning started quickly shoving his dick in and out of my throat. It was more than I could handle, and despite his hand on my hair I pulled back, and gagged. "What was that?" Blake asked stupidly. Cam laughed. "Hey man. I'm sorry but I'm trying to get blown in here and you're really making this awkward." "Oh fuck, sorry dude. Have fun." Then, the door of the bathroom opened and closed as Blake left. Cam reached down and ran his long fingers across my cheek. "My beautiful Claire." I gasped. "I seriously thought I was going to drown." He laughed. "You think I'm going to let anything bad happen to you?" I didn't know how to answer that, and before I could, he reached up and turned off the water. I looked up to see his throbbing hard dick right above my face. I reached up for it, but he slapped my hand away, and shook his head. "This isn't going in your mouth Claire." "My pussy?" I felt a slight thrill for my virginity. He shook his head back and forth once again. "I want to save that for a rainy day." "Cam." I complained. "You fucked my little asshole too hard already. I don't think I can take anymore." He smiled. "Guess we'll find out wont we?" "Wouldn't you rather fuck my virgin pussy?" His open hand tore hard across my cheek. "Was that a question?" "No." His large fingers snaked through my hair pulling me to my feet and dragging me back toward the bedroom. "Good, because I'd hate to have to find my belt." I shuddered at the thought. Without taking his hand out of my hair he threw my across the bed, with my ass up in the air. He used his other hand to hold my back down. "I want you to beg me for it Claire." "Cam." I pleaded. "Fuck my pussy please." I was almost positive my ass couldn't take any more abuse. His hand released my hair and in the next second he smacked my raw ass cheek. "That was the wrong answer Claire. Where do you want me to fuck you?" I don't know if I was enjoying the spanking or if I really didn't want his dick in my asshole, but I continued. "I'm serious. I don't think my whore ass can take anymore. You fucked me too hard." SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. I could feel my pussy ache every time his hand made contact with my abused ass. "Please Cam. Don't fuck me in the ass." With that I heard the belt fly through the air and land hard on my swollen ass and pussy with a deafening crack. I exploded instantly with an orgasm. I don't know how he knew my spots, but Cam hit me perfectly. I watched over my shoulder as he dropped the belt and with his free hand grabbed his dick and started aiming for my asshole. "What're you doing?" I cried. He smacked my blistered ass once more. "Don't ask questions Claire. You should have begged me for it. Now you're getting a nice dry fucking." "Cam, don't." His dick head pressed hard into my asshole. The only lube we had was the quickly drying shower water. "I can't take it Cam. It hurts." "I know it hurts Claire. You should have listened." The head of his dick slid painfully inside me with an audible 'pop'. "Reach back here and hold your ass open for me whore." I obeyed immediately grabbing ahold of my bruised and blistered ass cheeks as he inched his fat dick inside me. "Are you ready to beg me for it Claire?" He whispered his question. "Yes." I cried. "I'll do anything to be your whore." "Good girl." He inched his dick slowly into me. "Tell me how it feels Claire." "It hurts." It felt like I was being stabbed, but I wanted it. I never wanted Cam to stop fucking me in the ass. "I want it." "Why do you want it Claire?" He asked softly. "Because I'm your anal whore." He pushed his dick into me a little further, giving me a second to adjust to invasion. "You want this big dick in your ass Claire?" "Yes." I cried, with pain induced tears streaming down my face. "Do you want me to give it to you slow?" I never hated myself more than I did in the next moment. I looked over my shoulder at him, and bit into my bottom lip. "No. Fuck that big dick into me Cam. I want all of it now. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum." He chucked, and with one hand snaked through my hair pulling me up, and another hand on my hip, he pulled me backward on his fat cock. Without giving me a second to adjust to his width he pushed me forward off of him and started fucking me back on him again. I could barely breathe through the pain of it all. "You have a tight ass Claire." He fucked into me hard. "It's all for you Cam. This ass is yours to fuck and abuse. Fuck it." I let go of my ass and grabbed a hold of the bed sheet with an iron tight grip. The pain was indescribable, but the pleasure was unquantifiable. I could feel my pussy juice pooling on the bed beneath me. And with every thrust he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. He threw his leg up on the bed next to me to get himself deeper inside me. "Oh god, Cam." I screamed. I was positive the people outside the room could hear me. But what did I care? They could come in and see this god-like creature giving me the best ass-fucking in the world and I wouldn't care. "Fuck me harder." He let out a low oath at my request and continued to pull me harder back onto his dick. He plowed deeper and deeper into my ass. "I'm gunna c-c-cumm." I moaned. He pulled me back and lifted me up so that my knees were on the bed and he was fucking upward into my ass. "Cum for me Claire." He whispered into my ear. "Cum for me you little anal whore." His dirty talk sent me over the edge and as soon as his large fingers started probing around my needing clit I exploded. The only thing keeping me from doubling over on the bed was Cam, who was holding me back onto him, and his spear like dick that was still fucking into me. His rooting mouth searched around my shoulder, and then my neck. I turned and eagerly met him with my own lips. The taste of sweat and sex on his mouth made me kiss him ever more feverishly. It was the kiss I had longed for, and it was amazing. Without a warning he pushed me forward onto the bed, and with an animalistic grunt he exploded inside me. I tried to push back against him, to soak up every last drop of cum that his dick had to offer. I knew the second she gagged on his dick it was Claire. Well, to be honest, I thought it, and then I saw her panties lying on the ground. A decent gentleman would have left the room, and let Cam get his rocks off. That bastard was getting his dick sucked in the shower by Claire Bettencourt. Me? I wasn't known for being a decent gentleman. I opened the bathroom door, held it for a second, and the slammed it shut. Only a few seconds later I heard Claire, it was definitely Claire, gasping for air. I snuck into the adjacent bedroom to find proof of the encounter. Aiden was going to be fuckin' pissed. In his mind, he and Claire Bettencourt belonged together. He bought into her school-princess bullshit. And though, he wasn't the only guy who had claimed to have gotten into those perfect, and presently soaked, panties of hers, Aiden wanted her most of all. In my mind, Claire Bettencourt belonged on my dick. There was proof too. It was lying in a tattered ball right next to Cam's shirt. I picked up the dress only seconds before the water shut off and she shower curtain tore open. I wouldn't ever have called myself a pussy, but I was man enough to admit Cam was at least a half a foot taller than me. And to be honest, he could beat my ass. So, without any more thought than that, I dropped the ruined dress and slipped into an adjacent closet. What happened next, well that was a shock. For starters, I had always known Claire was sexy. A girl can't get to the top of the high school social ladder without a perfect body, but this girl was beyond perfect. Her round tits and flat stomach made my dick jump. Then I got a good look at her pussy, a round mound of shaved perfection. God damn I wanted to fuck that girl. But I didn't get to. Because, well ... Cam did. Cam threw Claire Bettencourt down on the bed like she was a common slut. He held her down and talked to her like she was meaningless, like she was nothing. Using one hand to hold her down, he used his other to smack her ass. Claire wanted it. Her want was written all over her face. She arched her ass and begged for him to continue with the assault. She didn't beg with her words though. The conniving Claire Bettencourt was playing reverse psychology. When she didn't answer Cam the way he liked he reached to the end of the bed and grabbed his belt. I winced at the site of the leather object swinging through the air hitting the girl. I winced, but my dick throbbed. And Claire loved it. She loved every fucking minute of the abuse. The look on her face only made me want her more. Something told me if I'd have been positioned anywhere else, getting a different view, I might not have been so turned on. But, as it where, I got a perfect view of Claire Bettencourt's sexy face. I saw every emotion running through her. Every expression, every ounce of desire, looked as if it were aimed at me. When Cam pointed his dick at her asshole ... her ASSHOLE -- my dick leaked cum. It wasn't my fault. No one would have been able to stand inside that closet and watch that goddess get fucked in the ass, without getting a raging hard on. Without a thought for what I was doing I reached my hand down my pants and started jerking it. If anyone had found me inside that closet they'd have thought I was a pervert. Fuck it. I'd be a pervert, as long as I got to continue watching the show. I personally felt bad for Claire (my cock didn't feel bad for her. Dirty bastard had a mind of his own.) Cam showed no mercy to her poor ass as he pulled her back onto him. He didn't move an inch as he slid the sexy girl on and off his dick. Luckily, the three of us came at the same time. It was lucky because I was pretty sure they would have heard me grasping at things inside the closet to keep quiet, if they hadn't been so wrapped up in their own orgasms. Claire and the New Guy Ch. 02 I'd only fucked a few girls, but from my experience -- and never anal experience either, Cam was a lucky bastard -- it was a get your rocks off, get out sort of situation. So I was surprised when Cam bent over Claire, who looked like she was stretched on the bed in some sort of yoga position. He kissed the back of her neck and the top of her back. "Don't!" She commanded, reaching around behind her and grabbing ahold of his legs. Cam chuckled. "What?" Claire looked back at him, which sucked because I couldn't see her face. "I wanna feel your cum inside me. I don't want your dick out of me, until I've got it all." Her words sounded almost shy, which didn't fit with the Claire Bettencourt I knew. That girl, literally, couldn't get any hotter though. After all the 'fuck me harder's', and the 'please Cam I'm your whore' comments I'd thought that, but when she begged the guy to leave his dick inside her, because she wanted to milk it for cum, well I was positive now. "How're you gunna lick your ass off my dick if it's still inside you?" Cam teased. Without hesitation Claire pulled herself off Cam's softening dick and crawled around so she was facing him. "Yum" She said quietly and devoured the thing whole. Just when I was about to tell myself how wrong I had been, thinking she couldn't get any hotter, she reached her hand around to her asshole. Using her thumb and middle finger to hold her blistered ass cheeks open, she used her index finger to reach in and scoop out a helping of cum. Then, she pulled herself off Cam's dick, smeared his cum on it, and returned to gulping his cock. "Mmmhmmm." Claire moaned. That was when I was positive she could NOT get any hotter. (But I'd thought that before.) In that instant, I was also positive I had to have her. Claire and the New Guy SMACK. "Please let me cum." SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. "Is that what you're supposed to say whore?" "I'm your whore, Cam." His hand let go of the panties and before I could beg him to continue with the assault I heard the sound of his belt. First, as he was pulling it away from his pants, and then, as it was flying through the air. CRACK. "AAARRRGHH, oooooohhhh yeeesss, Cam I'm your whore." I sank into another shuddering orgasm. His belt came hard against my ass once more, just for measure. I fell to the ground away from him. His hands found my face and pulled me up toward him. "Did that feel good whore?" I nodded. Words couldn't describe the way that had felt. He smiled a crooked smile. "I guess only whores like having their ass smacked." I nodded once again. "Do whores like having their faces fucked?" I shrugged. How would I know? "I guess we'll find out wont we?" He grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me to my knees. From there, I could see his dick bulging in his jeans. Without being told I reached up and fought with his button and zipper to pull it free. "You are a whore at you?" I didn't reply. He used the hand that was holding onto my hair to nod for me. His dick was gorgeous. I wasn't an expert, you know, being a virgin and all, but it was at least 8 inches long and it was as thick as my wrist. The sight of the slick tan cock made my mouth water. I really was a whore. I tried to lung at the thing, but he caught me still holding onto my hair. "I said I was going to face fuck you whore. I didn't say you were going to blow me. Put your hands behind your back." I didn't know there was a difference. But since Cam told me to do it, I put my hands behind my back. He grabbed ahold of my nose with his free hand and pinched it shut. If I had known that was his way of asking me to open my mouth, I would have just done it. The second I went to take a deep breath of air, his thick dick slammed straight into my mouth. The back of my throat gave him some resistance but he let go of my nose and grabbed ahold of the back of my head to force his dick in. I gagged. "Whores don't choke on dick." He breathed heavily. Just when his thick cock made it all the way to the back of my throat he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. I know I should have hated the assault, but every inch of me was aching for him to continue. When I felt pre-cum seep from the head of his dick I drank at it like a ravenous whore. He fucked his dick hard at the back of my throat. "Stick out your tongue Whore." I didn't think it was possible, but I tried, because I would have done anything for him. He shoved his dick all the way down my throat and my tongue lapped hungrily at his balls. "Oh fuck, Claire." He kept his dick all the way inside my throat while I tongued him. I looked up, and even though I was an oxygen deprived slut, for a second, I was positive he looked at me like he wanted me. Just like Blake, and just like Aiden. That was the second just before I was about to pass out. He pulled his dick all the way out, gave me a short second to catch my breath, and then slammed his dick back into me. After a few more minutes of the pounding I felt his dick head swelling at the back of my throat. "You want your prize for being a whore?" He asked. "mmmmmmhhhhhhmmmmmmm." "Oh fuck." He choked from my moan. He pulled his slobber covered cock out of my mouth and with one hand holding my head in place he started jerking off in my face. "Beg me for it Whore." "Please cum on me Cam. I'm your whore." The first stream of cum hit my eagerly open mouth. I swallowed it, and open back up ready for more. But the next stream hit me on the eye, and then my chin, and then cheek, and forehead. He was clearly trying to paint my face. "You're a beautiful whore, you know that?" "I'm glad you like." I tried to look up at him. It was difficult with my cum covered eyelash. "Stand up whore." I obeyed immediately. His massive hand clawed at my tube-top dress. Before I even realized what he was doing he ripped the fabric. I was standing exposed, in only my stiletto heels, and my thong-brief panties. I shouldn't have felt exposed after everything we'd already been through, but I did. My pert nipples hardened instantly from the cool air. "Damn." He sighed. "You're a sexy bitch, you know that?" I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me throwing me face first into the sofa. "I'm going eat your pussy Claire." He sounded unsure of himself. So, without bending my knees, but leaving my face down in the couch all the same, I threw my ass up in the air. He didn't hesitate throwing his face into my sopping wet cunt. "Oh, fuck Cam." I moaned. His tongue lapped around my panties, and then, to my joy his tongue found my clit. He rolled it around like it was a ball on his tongue and then sucked it between his lips. I started bucking back on his face. The spanking had been an sensation, but having him tongue my pussy was unreal. As soon as he was done sucking on my clit, he licked all the way up and down the length of my pussy, and then pushed the panties to the side. Without warning he pressed his tongue into my ass. "Oh god." I gasped in shock He leaned back and chuckled. "What's the matter Whore? Has this ass never been tongue-fucked?" I moaned. "No." His fingers slid up the length of my slit and massaged my engorged clit. "Do you want me to lick your ass, Whore?" "Yes." He drove his tongue back into my virgin anus sending a chill up my spine. His fingers worked my clit and cunt and his tongue expertly fucked my ass. "Oh jeez-sus Cam, you're gunna make me cum. Don't stop!" The second that I said the words he pulled his tongue out and laughed. "You're the whore here sweetheart. You don't get to tell me what to do." I moaned in defeat. He scooped up some juice from my pussy with two of his fingers and massaged them around my never-been fucked anus. "What are you doing?" I started to push myself up off the sofa, but he held me down. "It occurred to me, if this ass has never been licked," as he spoke he shoved one finger in down to the first knuckle. "It's probably never been fucked either." "I said I'd have sex with you. I didn't say I'd let you fuck me in the ass." He pushed the finger in, all the way down to the last knuckle. "If I recall correctly Whore, you said I could fuck you however I wanted. This is how I want to fuck you." I made another attempt to push myself up, but it was useless he held me down. His other finger prodded at my hole as he leaned over to whisper into my ear. "Besides, if you like getting your ass smacked, and licked, you probably like getting it fucked too." With that, he shoved another finger into me. "God Claire, you really are my whore aren't you?" I nodded. He fucked his fingers in and out of my ass. First, he moved slow and then picking up the pace as he went. "I can't wait to get my dick in you whore." I looked back over my shoulder with cum still crusted on my face and bit into my lip. "Are you going to fuck it hard?" "Oh yea." "It's never been fucked before. You better be gentle at first." "You don't want to tell me that Whore. I'm going to destroy this ass." He slapped his free hand hard across my ass cheek, making my shudder. I surely had blisters from the belt. "Are you going to put your dick in nice and slow? Or are you going to shove it in real hard, and fuck me fast?" "You dirty talking Whore." He smiled, but never stopped knuckling my ass. I couldn't help myself. He was right. I loved the way it felt with his fingers knuckle deep inside me. I reached a hand beneath me and started rubbing at my swollen clit. The sensation almost sent me over the edge. When he reached up and smacked my ass once more it was all I could do not to explode with my orgasm. He wrapped an arm around me to hold me up. "I'm gunna fuck you now whore." He pulled his digits out of my ass leaving me feeling empty. But before I could complain, I felt the head of his dick pressing against my puckered anus. "Relax." "I can't." "Then this is going to hurt like hell Whore." I tried really hard to remember how amazing the orgasm had been, or how sexy the guy was who was pressing his rock hard dick into my ass. With an audible 'pop' and a scream the head of his dick slid inside of me. "Holy shit, you're tight." He moaned in disbelief. "I've never been ass-fucked before." I cried "What kind of Whore hasn't ever had her ass fucked? "The virgin kind." I moaned into the sofa. He didn't hear me as he pushed more of his dick into my ass. "Is this what you had in mind when you said you wanted me Whore?" "No." Little by little he buried himself inside my ass. It was the most painful and pleasurable sensation I'd ever experienced. With every inch he fucked into me, he'd pull back out and fuck back out another inch. As soon as he was half way in, he tired of the monotony of it. "Hold on tight Whore." "NO." He grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me back onto him hard. With a grunt he buried his thick cock deep inside my ass. Once he was inside me he bowed over on top of me to catch his breath. "Fuck Claire, your ass is tight. Is your pussy this tight?" Before I could answer he pulled halfway out and fucked back into me. "Unh. Yes." He laughed. "You're just saying that. Whores don't have tight pussies." I looked over my shoulder at him and bit into my lip once more. "Virgin whores do." For the first time since I'd known him his face filled with surprise. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into me. I let out a small cry of pain. "Liars get fucked harder." "What do I care if you believe me? You've taken my ass. I'll give my cunt to Aiden." He pushed my head down into the sofa, once more and steadily started fucking my ass. His greedy fingers started searching through the folds of my pussy until he found my clit. He massaged it for a second and then he pushed past it in search of something else. As soon as his fingers reached the inside folds of my cunt he stopped searching, but never stopped fucking my ass. "You're not a whore at all are you?" He asked in disbelief. I looked up, with my head still pressed into the cushion, and bat my cum covered lashes at him. "Only for you." He slammed his thick cock hard into me once more. "Who gets to take that pussy of yours then?" "Fuck my ass good and I might let you." It was surprising how the tables had turned on our dominating little fuck session. Without taking his dick out of my ass he bent over and kissed my neck. Then, whispered into my ear: "No one will fuck it like I will." "With that big fucking cock of yours...?" He smiled and slammed his dick into me once again. Then, with his hand pushed hard against my head he held me down. "Do you want to get fucked like a whore, Claire? "I am your whore Cam." As if he were a coked up jack rabbit he started slamming his dick into me. At first it felt like he was ripping me in half. His dick showed no mercy on my poor virgin asshole. He pulled all the way out of me, only to slam all the way back in. Then, after only a few minutes of the assault I started bucking back into him. "Fuck me harder Cam. I'm your whore. Give me a good fucking." "Who's my cock loving whore?" "I am. Fuck me harder Cam. Make me cum. Fuck me like a whore." He threw his leg up on the couch next to me, as if he weren't getting enough leverage on the ground and slammed into me once more. I don't know how many times I had cum tonight, but at any second I felt like I was going to explode. "Claire I am gunna cum baby." As soon as he said it I felt his dick head swell fill me full of cum. In the next instant I was riding out my own orgasm. He wrapped his arms around me holding me up. "You are so fucking sexy." .....