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Nice Guys Finish Last

By: nameuser



Science class at the end of the day was always a time of near-anarchy for me. The students were loud and annoying, but I and one other girl were quiet- I because I was shy, her because she didn't give a thing for the class (not to mention the teacher was a flat chest and hated to be reminded so). As such, I sat in the far corner of the classroom, and she next to me with a small space between us. We were simply acquaintances, nothing more.

I was your typical nice guy. Freshly 18, I was 6'2 with the normal brown hair nice guys have. I will tell you I was threatening to look at- strong jaw, decent muscles, and my height, as well as a deep, resonating voice I've always had. But I couldn't bring myself to hurt a fly. I figured that, as long as I could intimidate people, they would leave me alone. And my penis? 7.5 inches... Only I was the only one to enjoy it. I must also admit that I was decently hung, at 5 inches, but I preferred not to show it off- I didn't want to make enemies (ridiculous, I know, but I was a careful man).

She was 5 foot-flat. Short rust-colored hair at her shoulders, and she had big, beautiful green eyes. I was a hopeless romantic for her, especially her breasts. I know for a fact she tries to make her boobs look smaller, but twice a ribbon she wrapped her breasts around had broken, and though she tried to hide in the corner of the classroom, I could see them for all their glory. When she walked around, you would guess that they were D's, at most E's. The days the ribbon broke, I saw what must be the most glorious F-cups I had ever seen. I did me best to hide my erection the times it happened- she tried to hide her embarrassment.

The first time such a thing happened there was an intensely awkward moment. I told her as her face flushed, "I won't tell anyone." She looked at me, as if trying to gauge if I was serious. I couldn't look at her- my eyes were focused on the desk. She simply nodded and said, "Thank you." I asked her why she was hiding them after a moment. I found out it's true- having large breasts does give you a lot of unnecessary attention, not from guys staring, but also perverts who tried to touch them, and she was trying to cut it down. I nodded understandingly, as best as I could pretend. We tried to not let something like this get the better of us.

One day, the moment changed. Her ribbon had broken again that day, and I grew a massive erection. My tight jeans weren't helping either, as they rubbed against my head. This erection wouldn't be leaving that day. Her perfume seemed to be stronger, but I wasn't focused on that.

The lesson today was a simple problem for me and a few others in the class, but for this girl (Jennifer. Her name was Jennifer) and all others, it was like Latin. She turned to me when we were supposed to complete an in-class assignment, because I was the only one near her, and asked, "Can you explain this to me?" Her breasts were in a full arc in front of me, her breasts spilling over her tight white top. My erection was still there. I tried to lean over to help her, hoping she could read upside-down. "I can't read upside-down, Michael. Can you just come over here?" I knew I had one shot at her not seeing my erection. Nodding, I swiveled out of my chair away from her, and I tried to stick my dick between my waist and pants waist, to hold it there. I barely got it there- I tried my best to move as little as I could.

The question was a basic heart rate to body mass ratio, unimportant, uninteresting, and irrelevant. What truly caught my attention were both her tits spilling out with what seemed like half a foot from her chest, and the fantastic cleavage with it. And her perfume seemed stronger. I was helping her through the problem when my nose tickled from her scent, and I sneezed five times in a row.

My erection had died down only a little bit, but enough for it to fall from my waist to on top of my leg and then get hard again as I sneezed. I can only imagine her looking at my pants and seeing my cock hard and along my leg. I finally stopped, and I pulled my hips back- though it didn't solve my erection problem, it made me feel better. Her nipples were hard, and they were surprisingly small for such massive melons. She started to stutter a bit, but finally we got through the ordeal. She had her answer, and we both had our view. We left the classroom in silence.

The next day, I feared it would be extremely awkward. Instead, she came in wearing a sweater with a zipper up the front. Her breasts were noticeable, but they were tied down, I could tell. As she sat down, she unzipped her sweater, and revealed her tits. In a swift motion, she had undone her tying ribbon, and her tits pulled at her amazing black tank top. Her straps didn't touch the front of her shoulders, and her breasts, again, spilled out, but not only over the front but the sides as well. I had an erection again, and this time I regretted it. I was wearing briefs this day, and my dick was bent and curled up inside of my pants. I asked me teacher as normally as I could if I could use the restroom. I fled as fast as I could to fix my problem.

I waited in the bathroom until it calmed down. Slowly, I began to go back to class. As I was in the hallway, I saw her. She smiled at me, and began to talk to me. "You didn't really have to piss, did you?" she asked. I remained quiet, my head turning away and my face flushing to show my answer. She then asked, "Was it because you were hard? For me?" I still didn't respond, but began to look around. No students were allowed in the hall ten minutes after class started unless they are on urgent business, and I knew no one would be in the hall, but I still feared someone would hear. She smiled even brighter.

"It's okay," she told me, "I know your dick must have been tangled up. It is pretty big, from what I saw..." She began to walk towards me, her breasts swaying side to side. I was getting hard again, and I made a futile to back up. She pushed me against the wall, and said, "Let me relieve those blue balls of yours... I know you didn't cum by yourself in such short of a time. You look like a guy who likes to make it last." She kneeled down, and slowly unzipped my pants. She reached in, and pulled out my semi-erect cock. I was sad- it blocked my view of her cleavage. The circulation was almost cut off by the small fly of my briefs, and I became truly hard, at my max. She smiled, and stood up. "I like it," she told me. "Please, Mike, don't worry about impressing me- just cum." She started to stroke me slowly, her fist barely half the size of my exposed dick. Then, she got faster and faster. The pleasure was great- I made a face I can't begin to explain. I willed myself with all my might to cum- if I didn't, we would have been there for half an hour. I shot off, only once, three feet from where I stood. She was still rubbing me.

She frowned. "That's it?" she asked, and turned back to me. Her distraction had led her fist to aim my cock at her face. A powerful shot hit her on the nose, exploding onto her eyes and her open mouth of surprise. She let go, but I kept coming. My dick was pointed slightly upwards, and I coated everything- her chest, twice; her stomach; her legs, one for each; her exposed toes from her sandals. I was becoming soft, and when she started to speak again, my dick was red and swollen, but no longer erect.

"Oh my... I wasn't counting on so much... It's all over," she said disconnectedly. She reached into her shirt, finding that my cum had coated her cleavage, and was sliding down her stomach. It was all over her hair, it hung from the corner of her lips, it seeped into her toes. Slowly she began for the girl's room. I looked after her for a while, and once she left, my dick was hanging out and low. As I prepared to put myself away, a freshman girl came out of her class. For what seemed to be five seconds, she stared at my dick, I stared at her. She didn't look anything like a slut- she was one of the girls who forget to grow up, still wearing excessive pink. I quickly put it away (albeit uncomfortably) and ran to my class. Again, Jennifer and I didn't speak to each other for the rest of the day, though I did see white stains over her shirt.

The next day, she kept her ribbon up, her tits contained in her shirt. We didn't speak to the other. As the bell rang to end such an uncomfortable moment, she asked me as I was prepared to leave, "Will you walk me to my car?" I nodded, my nice guy instinct kicking in. It was a hot day; when I got to her car, she offered to give me a ride home. I wholly accepted.

As we drove up to my house, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Michael, are you a virgin?" Again, my voice caught, and I looked away. She nodded solemnly. "I expected as much. You don't take control, do you?" This time, I responded. "No... I don't," I was ashamed.

She told me to recline my seat. I looked at her curiously, and as she undid my pants, I leaned back. "I'll let you have this one for free," she told me. She lifted up her shirt, revealing a bra that looked big on any woman. She undid her trademark ribbon that was over her boobs but under her pink bra, and it was as if her tits slid forward. At every angle, they were pouring over. I became hard again. Slowly, she started to pump me, and I, in my quiet delight, made my face. Her hand was too small for my dick, too much energy to move her arm all the way up and down. Using both of her hands, she gave me a hand job, only this time I could stare at her amazing melons. After about ten minutes of hard rubbing, I cried hoarsely, "I'm cumming!"

I later learned that, at this moment, in her mind, she was thinking, 'There's no way Michael will cum as much as before.'

She was wrong.

My first shot hit the ceiling, and she began to freak because it was her mom's car. I told her I was sorry, but it was about to happen again. She sighed, and pointed my dick at herself. After six more shots, she was coated in me once more. My cock lay down on my stomach, swollen again. My cum had covered her entire bra, as if it had changed color to a darker pink. I told her thank you. She pushed me out of the car, and sped away. As I got up, to my horror, the freshman girl from yesterday and two of her friends were just two feet from me. The girl pointed at my large floppy and yelled, "I told you!" I pulled up my pants as I ran away, planning on going around the block and then back to my house.

She and I started talking more often. I told her I was sorry I couldn't please her, to which she would respond that she'd been fucked enough that it seemed wrong that I wasn't given a little pleasure. About twice a week for the next three weeks, she would drive me home, take off her shirt and ribbon (but never her bra), and would give me blow jobs, now that she knew the dangers of giving me a hand job. I was surprised at first after, from what I had gathered as her having been in plenty of relationships, she had difficulty deep-throating me. After a week, she had it down pat. As we had done this, she let me see the tag on her bra. Her petite size threw me off- she did not have F cups, but rather a full-fledged 30H, that the thought of, even now, gets my cock in a fit.

The forth week was different. This day, as I got in the car expecting to get a blow job, she drove a different way. I didn't question her- I didn't want to make her mad and ruin this chance. She stopped outside of a house I wasn't familiar to.

It was her house.

She pulled out a medication bottle, and told me to take two. I asked her what it was.

"Promise me you won't get offended?" I shook my head. I wasn't in a place to beg for mercy. "Michael, today, you will lose your virginity." I was in shock, both for the fact that I was getting laid for the first time, and also because I wasn't told that I was until the moment it was to happen. "However, as I have come to know you, that while you do have some endurance, you always go soft after you cum, and most virgins always cum, no matter what, in a matter of seconds." I nodded respectfully.

"So this is Viagra, isn't it?" I asked her.

"It's over-the-counter meds like Viagra, only slightly more expensive, and they help with endurance. I don't want my first lay with him," she nodded towards my crotch, "To be remembered as the time you came so soon... Do you mind?" I almost laughed. Of course I didn't mind! I understood my limits- I wasn't a stud. I told her no, took the pills, and we began for her house.

She sat me at the foot of a large bed, and undid my pants. As she pulled them to the floor, my cock rested on the bed, following the comforter over the side. She took off my shirt, and she began her dance. She moved her hips slowly, rotating them around on her slight frame, and started to pull off her pants. I could feel the blood beginning to go through me, but I wasn't getting hard yet. Her small, slight ass, with just enough padding on it to make it attractive, slowly came out of her tight jeans, her blue thong almost invisible. She danced her pants to the floor.

She turned towards me, and slowly lifted up her shirt. My dick had gained length now, but hadn't gotten hard. She lifted up her shirt to show her matching blue bra, with a blue ribbon visible. She undid her ribbon, and her tits came toppling forward.

She pulled down her thong, which I paid no attention to. It was her breasts I was after. She turned around and undid her bra, and I could see them from behind her, spreading out past her sides. My cock started to rise. She turned around and whispered, "What do you think?"

I was completely hard, and my eyes were on her breasts. Her small nipples were hard, and her eyes were on my dick. I then whispered sheepishly, "Do you have a condom?" Almost like a puppet, she reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom, still staring at my dick. The box said "Small- 4.5-5.5 inches," on the side. I looked at her and asked, "Will these work? Aren't I a little...?" I didn't finish my sentence. She then came really close to me, her breasts on my chest and my dick on her stomach, and whispered, "It's not my time of the month... Just let me know when you're about to cum." I nodded. We kissed, and she pushed me onto the bed.

She slowly lowered herself onto my lap, my cock going in easily, though she felt rather tight. It took her a few tries to take it all. "You're bigger than the others I've had... I forgot I only had the small condoms," she moaned. Eventually, she began to ride me up and down, both of us in pleasure. Sure enough, after what felt like a minute, I had to cum. She quickly got off me and started to rub me with her hands. I coated her body with me, but I was still (to my surprise) hard.

We changed to doggy style, to where I had to work for it. After twenty minutes of ecstasy and coordination for how to fuck and where to go, she came. It was an amazing sensation, feeling her juices around my dick. Her front arms gave, and only her ass was in the air. Ten minutes later, I came, shooting myself all over her back. We continued on like this, cumming at different and longer intervals, until I had cum four times, and her for five.

Finally, after three hours of fantastic fucking, we lay sticky and sweating on a sticky and wet bed, panting. "That was amazing," I gasped, and she nodded as well. I still had an erection, and she took notice. My dick, sore from such a work-out, felt exhausted as she gave me another hand job. I willed myself to cum quickly, my semen covering her hand as I came for my fifth time. We looked at each other and smiled. We kissed one more time.

"Michael... I need to tell you something." She looked at the ceiling, almost embarrassed, and began, "Michael... I lo-" She was cut off by a ruckus at the front door. She started up, a wave of fear on her face. "Oh my God!" she yelled, "My mom!" Without even reacting, I grabbed my pants and shirt, and started out of the back house (my backpack was still in her car). She tried to get up to help me, but her legs gave way, too exhausted from orgasms, and she collapsed on the floor. "Run Michael!" she yelled, and I did, straight out the backdoor. I ran as far as I could, the shouts of an angry mother in the background. I ran until I got to a bus stop, and sat down on the bench. My dick was sore, my legs were sore, everything was sore. I just sat there until dark finally took the suburb, and then called my own mother for a ride home, not even caring to explain my whereabouts for the past four hours.

The next day, we both sat in class. I asked her what happened with her mom. "Don't worry about it," she sighed. Then she said, "Want to come over to my house today?" I smiled.

"Wasn't yesterday enough?"

"It was a good start. Your next lesson is how to cum at the same time..."

Nice Guys Finish Last



Katie hummed to herself as she strolled down the hallway, her small arms holding a large basket of laundry braced against her stomach. As she reached to door to the laundry room, she pinned the basket to the wall as she dug for her key in her pocket. As she produced the tiny key, she lifted a knee to help her shaking arm bear the weight of the encumbering load as she struggled to slip it into the door. As the towering basket tipped to the side, a sock fell off onto the floor.

"Need some help there?" 

Katie turned her head to see Todd standing in the hall, his arms crossed in front of his shirtless chest, a smug look of contentment plastered across his face. 

"Sure," she answered, turning back to her laundry. "Can you grab that sock?"

"Well I could..." he muttered, strolling over casually. "But I think I'd rather watch you bend over and pick it up."

"Arrrrgggg," she growled with irritation as she turned back to the door. "Asshole."

"Ooooh, I like it when you talk like dirty," he shot back with a charming smile. "Relax. Here."

Katie pushed the door open and shoved her way into the laundry room as Todd tossed the sock over her head onto the pile of laundry in her arms. She tried to ignore him as she set the basket on a nearby table and searched through her pockets for a quarter. With his usual cocky smirk, Todd hopped up on the table beside the basket as he continued his playful harassment. 

"So what brings you to my building?" he asked, his legs swinging to and fro. "Is Paul making you do his laundry now?" 

"No," she answered curtly. "Paul doesn't make me do anything. I'm doing my own laundry."

"Okay, Okay. Geez Katie, you need to lighten up a bit." 

"Whatever," she muttered dismissively. 

"Seriously," Todd pressed on. "You seem tense. Is your boyfriend not putting out lately or what?"

"Ugh," she groaned, turning away in disgust as she opened the washing machine and placed the coins in the slots. "You're such a pig." 

Todd laughed.

"Where is Paul anyways?" he asked, turning to poke through her laundry. "I haven't seen him today." 

"He had to go to his mom's. He'll be back tomorrow." 

"Whoa! What do we have here?"

Katie turned to see Todd beaming with excitement as he held up a little black lacy pair of panties, inspecting them with a lecherous grin. 

"Give me those!" she ordered angrily, reaching in futile as he held them just out of arms reach. 

"Okay, relax," he said, finally let her snatch the tiny black garment from his hand. "Seriously though...I didn't know you had it in you. I always took for a granny-panties kind of girl."

"Great," she answered abruptly. "I'm not discussing my underwear with you."

"Oh come on," he pleaded, retaining his ever present cocky smile. "It's not like I was trying to smell them." 

His face turned serious for a brief moment. 

"Can I smell them?"

Katie shook her head in amazement as Todd broke out in laughter once again. As she began heaving armloads of clothing into the washer, she turned back to him. 

"What do you mean 'granny-panties' kind of girl?"

Todd shrugged. 

"You just don't really strike me as the adventurous type," he explained. "I mean..."

"You don't even know me!" Katie snapped, cutting him off as he leaned back in surprise. 

"I know how girls like you are..." he continued cautiously. 

"Girls like me?"

"Yeah. You know...good girls."

"So you think I'm a good girl?"

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added in promptly. "I mean, you have kind of a sexy librarian thing going on there. Some guys like that sort of thing." 

"Just because I don't dress like a slut, like the girls that you take home every night...doesn't mean I'm a good girl."

"You don't need to dress like a slut," Todd explained casually. "But it wouldn't hurt if lost the glasses once in a while..."

Katie glared at him with daggers in her eyes as if daring him to continue. 

"...and it wouldn't hurt you to show a little skin. I mean, you look like you have a tight little body under there..."

"Okay!" she stated firmly as she slammed the washer door shut. "That will do."

"You'd look hot in a little skirt or..."

"Shut up!" she snapped, starting to feel a little self conscious. "Maybe you should show less skin! Why the hell are you walking around without a shirt on all the time?"

"I get hot," he explained with an amused laugh. "And don't pretend you don't love it."

As he spoke, Todd brought his arms up into a cheesy, mock bodybuilder pose as he continued to tease his friend's girlfriend. Katie shook her head and wet back to her laundry, trying not to feed his ego by looking his way. The truth was, she did find his body very attractive, although she would never admit it. In fact, he was probably one of the best looking guys she had ever known. The problem was...he knew it. Women tended to love him and he certainly loved women. Even with his offhanded, sexist remarks and dirty jokes, he tended to get any female he wanted. Particularly, he had a specific penchant for 'attached' women, specifically lusting after married or engaged ones. In fact, he had even managed to bed several of Katie's friends, including her best friend Kendra a few weeks earlier. 

"You never did tell me why you are here." Todd stated, hopping down off the table. 

"The laundry machine in my building is out of order," she explained. "And my roommate's boyfriend is visiting." 

"You're roommate huh?" Todd perked up with interest. "I don't think I've ever met her. Is she hot?"

"Does it matter?" Katie scoffed. "It's not like you have any standards anyway."

"Oww," he exclaimed, putting his hands to his chest, feigning insult. "I'm hurt!"

"And..." he continued as his face turned serious for a rare moment. "I do have standards...because..."

He leaned in close behind her as he whispered in her ear. 

"...I still wouldn't fuck you." 

Todd immediately burst out laughing as Katie swung out with an open palm, beating him several times about the shoulder as he stumbled away chuckling. 

"Awww," he said, sensing that he might have actually hurt her feelings. "I'm kidding."

He came forward with arms out in an exaggerated hug, as she held him off as best she could. Gradually, he overcame her petite frame and wrapped her in a playful hug. 

"I'm just kidding. I'd fuck you," he muttered in a baby-like voice, as Katie struggled to push him away. 

Todd kept laughing as she shook her head and walked out of the laundry room into the hall. As much as Katie pretended to be annoyed by his antics, she genuinely enjoyed his company. He seemed to be able to make any situation fun, even if it was at the expense of others. And she did actually wonder why Todd had never made a pass at her before. Could it be because he was casual friends with her boyfriend Paul? Or was he simply just not that attracted to her? That question bothered Katie more than she thought it should. 

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A few hours and a couple more loads of laundry later, Katie stood inspecting herself in the mirror. After Todd's comments, she had decided to dress a little sexier than usual for her upcoming night out. She had recently purchased a little black dress that she had planned on wearing for her cousin's upcoming wedding, but she had decided to wear it that night instead. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she removed her glasses and set them aside. 

At barely 5'2 and possessing an extremely youthful appearance, Katie had always been taken as much younger than her actual 23 years. The main reason she had usually opted to wear her glasses was because they tended to make her look more her age. Always shying away from provocative clothing and cute little outfits, she dressed conservatively so that she would be taken seriously in her career. Her body was lithe and petite, with slender legs and moderately sized breasts. Her chestnut colored hair was usually cut short, but recently she had allowed it to grow longer, now reaching down to her shoulders. Her facial features were soft with a tiny little button nose and piercing green eyes that were usually hidden behind her sensibly framed glasses. 

Katie gave herself one more look, before heading out the door to meet her friend. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You look hot tonight!" Kendra exclaimed, sipping her cosmopolitan as she sat across from her friend. 

"Thanks," Katie said in response, looking down into her drink with a vacant, preoccupied gaze. 

"What is with you tonight?" Kendra asked, hitting her friend's shoulder with a light backhanded slap. "You seem a little...strange."

"Do you see me as a good girl?" Katie asked, completely ignoring her friend's question. 

"Umm...Why?"

"Do you? Just answer the question."

"I don't know Kate," she answered, sitting back with surprise. "I guess you're...a bit conservative."

Katie frowned and continued to look down into her drink. 

"Why?" Kendra insisted. "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know," she said after a moment of silence. "I saw Todd earlier today. He made a style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 

Kendra burst out into laughter as Katie scowled in response. 

"Todd?" she exclaimed, still laughing. "You can't listen to anything he says!"

"Whatever," Katie muttered with a dismissive wave of her hand as she took another drink. 

Another moment of silence followed before Kendra spoke again. 

"So...when did you see Todd?"

"Oh my god," Katie cursed as she shook her head. "I knew that was coming."

"Did he look good?" Kendra pressed on. "What was he wearing?"

"I can't believe you like him," Katie stated without answering her friend's questions. "He's such a prick."

"Yeah, but he's so fucking hot!"

Katie shook her head with disapproval as she took another drink. 

"So...," she began cautiously as she absently twirled her glass in circles. "What...was he like?"

"Huh?" Kendra asked, her brow furrowing with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Like...in bed. What was Todd like when you slept with him?"

"Ahhh," she said with a large, beaming smile. "Why? Are you looking for something on the side?"

"No!" Katie spat with disgust. "I was just wondering...what the big deal is."

"Well," Kendra began, leaning in close as the volume of her voice lowered. "I can tell you...that among all the guys I've been with..."

"Uh huh."

"He was by far the best."

"Really?" Katie muttered, her interest growing quickly. "Why? What did he do?"

Kendra's eyes rolled back in her head as she began to reminisce, a blissful expression crossing her smiling face. 

"Mmmm, everything," she uttered, sucking air in through her tightly closed teeth. "He just...took control, and did whatever he wanted to me. It was so hot."

"And you liked that?" Katie asked with surprise. "Him...controlling you?"

"Oh yeah!" Kendra answered quickly. "There's nothing better than a guy who knows what he wants and knows how to get it."

"That sounds a little...rough."

"I like it rough!" Kendra exclaimed, flashing a bright, playful smile. 

Katie looked back to her drink as she began to think...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Katie stumbled down the hallway of her boyfriend's apartment on aching feet, cursing her decision to wear high heels. After a night of dancing and numerous cosmopolitans, she was tired and moderately inebriated, looking forward to some ice cream and a warm bed. She slipped the key into the lock and turned, pushing the door open. 

"Son of a bitch!" she cursed, realizing that she had left a load of laundry in the washing machine earlier that evening. 

As she began to search through her purse and pockets for the key to the laundry room, she soon realized that she had left it in on top of the washing machine when she was last in there. She was about to concede to her misfortune when she had an idea. Dropping her purse on the floor, she kicked her heels off and stepped back out in the hallway. Taking a few steps, her strides brought her to the next door. She raised her fist, hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on the door before her. She waited for an agonizing moment, before she started to turn away back to Paul's apartment. 

Then the door opened. 

"Well, what the fuck do we have here?" Todd blurted, as he stepped out into the hallway. 

Katie spun around to face him as his eyes widened with amazement. 

"Wow," he exclaimed, his eyes scanning her up and down. "I'm impressed. I think this is the first time I've ever seen you, when you didn't look like a Sunday school teacher." 

"Yeah, very funny," she shot back, although his veiled compliment did produce a satisfied feeling of warmth. "I left my laundry in the washing machine. Can you open the door for me?" 

"Oh, I guess so," he replied, reaching back inside to grab his keys. 

As the two made their way down the hallway, Katie suddenly felt herself feeling quite nervous. 

"So...I'm not keeping you from one of your whores am I?" she asked, fidgeting anxiously as she began to feel his eyes roaming her body. 

"Nah," he muttered dismissively with a wave of his hand. "She already left." 

Katie glanced over at him, noticing from the playful smirk on his face that we was kidding. 

"So you must have had a good night," Todd mentioned as she opened the door to the laundry room. "You seem a little...tipsy." 

"I've had a few drinks," she answered with a smile as walked past him into the room. 

She expected him to go back to his room, but to her surprise, Todd followed her through the open door. 

"So how's Kendra doing?" 

"She's fine," Katie answered blandly, as she began to transfer her clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. 

As she slammed the door shut, she placed her purse on top of the machine and began to search for the three quarters it would take to turn it on. She quickly located one, then another. 

"Oh shit," she muttered, realizing that she still needed another coin. 

"What's wrong?" Todd asked as Katie turned to face him. 

"Do you have a quarter?" she asked. 

"Maybe...," he answered cryptically, his smug grin quickly returning to his face. "What will you give me for it?" 

Katie was about to cast him a glare of disapproval, but for some reason she stopped herself. 

"What do you want?" she asked, as his eyebrows immediately rose with interest. Her uncharacteristic agreeability seemed to catch him off guard and he paused for a moment. 

"Give me your panties," he suggested, crossing his arms across his chest. 

"Who says I'm wearing any?" she retorted in a promiscuous sounding voice, the remaining alcohol coursing through her blood making her somewhat more flirtatious than usual. 

"Well if you prove it...," he continued calmly as his smile broadened. "...I'll give you two quarters."

Realizing her teasing bluff had been called, Katie crossed her arms as well. 

"The panties," Todd insisted, taking a coin from his pocket and flipping it into the air. "Or else you can hang your clothes out the window to dry."

"I am not giving you these," she answered adamantly. "They were expensive!"

"Okay," Todd said, catching the quarter in the palm of his hand. "I know what I want."

Katie looked on with curiosity, as she set the coin on the table and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. 

"Let me take a picture," he suggested, flipping the phone open.

"What kind of picture?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion as she expected a lewd or sexual response.

"Just a pic of you in that little dress," he said simply. "You look fucking hot."

Katie felt incredibly flattered by Todd's blunt comment. Maybe it was because he was generally stingy with his compliments, but for some reason that simple sentence had made her feel better than all the adoration heaped upon her by her boyfriend on a daily basis. 

"O...okay then," she complied, suddenly feeling like an embarrassed school girl. 

Todd's face lit up and he held the phone out before him, eager to snap a shot of his friend's girlfriend. 

"Come on," he urged. "Let's see a sexy pose at least."

Growing bold by her intoxicated state, Katie turned her back to him before slowly bending over the dryer, displaying her ass to his lecherous gaze. 

"How's this?" she asked softly, looking back over her shoulder with smouldering, sexual expression. 

"Perfect," he answered quietly as the picture was taken with a 'snap'. 

Katie's heartbeat increased as she heard that sound, knowing that the sexy image would be forever at Todd's disposal. It felt wrong...but for some reason it also excited her.

"Here you go," he said with a charming smile of satisfaction as he handed her the tony coin. 

Katie blushed a little as she accepted the quarter before she turned back to the laundry machine. Placing the coins in the slots, she then pushed the slider in and pressed the button as the dryer roared to life. She paused for a moment, feeling Todd's presence looming over her. Taking a deep breath, she remained unmoving as she felt him inching closer. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, feeling him begin to press into her body from behind. 

"You know exactly what I'm doing," Todd answered, placing his face to hers and whispering into her ear. 

Katie's pulse was racing and her mind became a jumbled mix of thoughts as she felt him brush her hair back behind her ear. She closed her eyes, her increasing desires battling her better sense as she tried to convince herself that Todd's warm breath on her bare skin was having no effect on her. 

"Y...you...shouldn't be doing this," she muttered, her voice shaking with uncertainty. "P...Paul...,"

Her words were those of reluctance, but she wasn't even convincing herself. Even the uttering of her boyfriend's name could do nothing to overcome the seething lust that was bubbling up from her subconscious, dying to be unleashed. When she felt his lips touch her neck, she knew that there would be no turning back. 

"Do you really want me to stop?" Todd whispered as his hands took hold of her slender hips and he pulled her tiny body into his. 

Katie swallowed hard as she felt the growing hardness in his pants pressing into her ass. 

"N...no," she replied meekly, her voice barely audible over the whirring of the laundry machine. 

He kissed her harder, his teeth biting gently into her soft flesh as his hands slowly descended down her leg. She let out a subtle gasp as his fingers touched the bare skin of her thigh, sliding upwards as she felt her skirt being pulled up the side of her leg. Reflexively, she placed her hand on his, preventing him from exploring further. He stopped briefly before pinning her firmly against the dryer and pushing through her feeble defences, his hand reaching up under her dress. 

Again she stopped him, holding his hand against her hip as his eager fingers began to trace the borders of her tiny black panties. Todd's other hand slowly migrated up her body before sliding into her silky brown hair and gradually closing into a fist. Katie's breaths came in rapid gasps as he pulled her head back and hissed into her ear. 

"Stop resisting."

The forcefulness of his quiet words caught her off guard, but she found herself melting into his body as she let her hand leave his and allowing him to continue his sensual exploration. Todd's fingers grazed the lacy fabric comprising her underwear, following the thin seam as it travelled down between her legs. Katie fought the urge to stop him, her small body writhing against him as she felt his fingers pressing into her dampening mound through the thin, sheer material. 

"Mmmm," he moaned, cupping her pussy through her underwear, his middle and ring fingers massaging her with firm, pressing movements. "You're wet."

The combination of alcohol and much needed sexual excitement sent Katie into a state of elated bliss as her arousal grew under Todd's forceful touch. The crotch of her panties turned wet under his fingers as he pawed her with increasing determination. Pulling the moist material to the side, he quickly found her wet hole and slipped his middle finger deep inside. 




Nice Guys Finish Last



"Oh my God!" Katie panted as she felt his finger push inside her. "We...we shouldn't be doing this. It's...,"

"Wrong?" Todd asked, sliding another finger into her tight little pussy. 

"Y...yes."

"Do you feel...like a slut?" 

Those words should have strengthened her resistance, but in reality they only heightened her arousal. She did feel like a slut. And she liked it. 

"You know I'm going to fuck you, right?" Todd asked, speaking softly as he twisted his fingers inside her dripping hole. 

"W...we shouldn't...," Katie muttered absently, although she made no move to stop him. 

"I'm going to bend you over this machine...," he continued, paying little notice to her moans of protest. "...and fuck this tight little pussy of yours." 

Katie swallowed hard as her pulse continued to race. She could feel his dick through the back of her dress, pressing into her firm little ass as he continued to finger her pussy with smooth thrusts of his talented fingers. 

"I want to hear you say it," he hissed. "I want you to tell me what you want me to do."

"I...I want...you to...," she began, her reluctant voice broken by brief pangs of hesitation. "...bend me over and fuck my tight little pussy." 

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted saying them. She never talked like that! Now Todd had her talking dirty, out loud as he continued to aggressively seduce her. As he pulled his hand from her hot little hole, he held it up to her face, letting her view the juices of her arousal coating his fingers and giving them a glistening sheen. 

Before she could say anything, Todd shoved the fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself as her lips closed around them. 

"Mmmm, you're going to make a good little slut," he said with a smile as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her mouth. 

Katie let out a startled shriek as Todd suddenly shoved her forward, bending her over the dryer with her arm roughly pinned behind her back. She panted with desire as she felt her face pressed against the cold metal as he pushed her dress up over her hips. Before she could say anything, he yanked her little black panties down her legs before freeing his cock from his pants with surprising one-handed efficiency. Her heart throbbed in her chest as the realization of the situation hit her. She was about to get fucked. 

Todd spit into his hand and rubbed it over his dick as he held Katie's petite body pressed against the vibrating machine. A second later he pressed his dripping tip to her dewy lips and pushed. 

"Ugh," she blurted out as she felt her tiny pussy stretching around Todd's forcefully invading cock. 

He slid it back and forth a few times, allowing her wet hole to lubricate his thick shaft before thrusting in as far as he could. Katie let out a tiny yelp as he slammed into her, filling her tight little opening with his impressive girth. 

"Fuck," he cursed, reaching up to grab her roughly by the hair. "You're even tighter than I imagined." 

Katie closed her eyes as Todd's thrusts grew harder and longer, painfully driving her body into the dryer with each aggressive stroke. 

"Mmmm, you're a good little slut," he muttered, fucking her from behind as he held her firmly frozen in the submissive pose. 

His offensive words only turned her on more as her pussy grew even wetter around his thrusting cock. At that moment, all thoughts of guilt or apprehension faded away as she allowed herself to be taken. To be used. At that moment she was a slut. She was his slut. 

"Do you like being fucked little a dirty little whore?" Todd asked, giving her a sharp, resounding slap on the ass. 

"Yes!" Katie gasped, feeling her bare skin sting from the force of his strike. 

"Do you like having my dick in your cunt?" he asked crudely, again supplementing his question with a forceful slap. 

"Yesssss," she seethed thought her teeth. I love it!" 

"Tell me!" he ordered, fucking her with intense, rhythmic thrusts. "I want to hear you say it." 

"I love having your dick in my...cunt." 

"Louder!" 

"I love having your dick in my cunt!" she called out without regard for who might be listening. 

Her eyes closed, Katie became lost in the pleasure. She was nothing more than a hole. An orifice for Todd's enjoyment. She was totally in his control and she was willing to do anything he asked. 

"Get down on your knees," he ordered, sliding his pulsing dick from her beaten hole. "I want you to suck your pussy juices off my cock."

Urging her with his hand still entangled in her hair, he guided her down to her knees before him. Katie winced as her bare knees pressed against the hard, cold floor, her sparkling green eyes gazing up with expectation. Todd held her head as he guided his wet cock to her mouth. She parted her lips with obedience as she felt the throbbing member pass into her mouth, her tongue tasting the sweet nectar of her dripping pussy along his length. 

The taste of her own juices aroused her further and Katie moaned around Todd's dick, her eyes looking up to him with admiration. He forced his dick as far as she could take it before standing passively over her and allowing her to clean his cock with her eager little tongue. 

"Get up," he said bluntly after a few minutes of enjoyment by way of Katie's pleasing pink lips. 

Oh shaking legs, she rose to her feet as her panties fell down around her ankles. Todd stared down at her for an instant before scooping her up by grasping her tiny ass with his strong hands. Katie gasped with surprise as he legs wrapped around his body. He took a few steps and pinned her against the wall, holding her aloft as he reached down and worked his dick back inside her. 

"Oh yes," she blurted out as she felt his length sliding back inside her as she wrapped he arms around his neck. 

Thrusting his hips into hers, Todd fucked her with even greater intensity than before. With her tiny body pinned between him and the wall, he was able to generate substantial force as he slammed into her repeatedly, causing her panting pink lips to emanate a lustful gasp with each violent thrust. As he pushed deep inside her at one point, he reached down to grasp her pert little ass cheek, gripping it in his large hand as she moaned into his ear. Slowly his hand dipped into her inviting cleft, with one of his busy fingers pressing against her tightly closed asshole. 

"No...," she gasped timidly, reaching down to prevent his unexpected intrusion. 

Todd just brushed her hand away and pushed his finger roughly into her clenching orifice as she squirmed between his heaving chest and the wall behind her. She felt her ass stretching open as he hissed into her ear. 

"I'm going to do...whatever the fuck I want to you." 

Katie closed her eyes and bit her lip as Todd proceeded to finger her virgin asshole with slow but forceful thrusts of his thick finger. She had always been uncomfortable with the idea of anal play, but as she once again relented to his will, she began to relax and allow him to have his way with her. After few more minutes of the rough but pleasurable treatment, Todd carried her back over the table by the door and laid her down upon it. 

He quickly climbed back onto her willing body, his cock once again finding its home within the warm, wet confines of Katie's irresistible pussy. The hard surface of the table was uncomfortable, but she didn't care. Her hands roamed Todd's muscular body as he thrust into her, feeling every taut, contracting muscle as he ground himself into her tiny form. 

"Put your finger in your mouth," he ordered as the table squeaked under them. 

Katie complied, sliding her middle finger into her mouth and sucking it as she stared into his eyes. 

"Now put it in your ass."

Katie froze. She hesitated for a moment, but the unwavering look in his eyes told her that he was dead serious. Reluctantly, she reached down as she lifted one of her thighs around his thrusting hips. Her little wet finger soon found its way to her tiny asshole and she began to massage it with apprehensive probes. Gradually, her tight little star gave way and she felt her finger slip inside. 

Combined with the pressure Katie felt from Todd's cock buried deep in her pussy, the odd sensation of her finger in her ass soon turned pleasurable and she started to slide it back and forth. 

"Do you like that?" Todd asked, his rhythmic thrusts growing more erratic. 

"Yes," she answered, feeling her asshole squeezing her tiny finger. 

"Good. Now take it out and get it nice and wet again."

Katie was somewhat confused by this new request, but she followed his orders, wetting her finger in her mouth once again. 

"Now," he said softly, grinding his cock deep inside her dripping pussy. "Put it in my ass."

"Uh...," Katie began to stammer, as Todd gave her an intense glare of warning. "I...,"

"Do it," he hissed, his eyes portraying his determined lustful intentions. 

Katie reluctantly reached down his back, feeling the muscles of his ass clenching with each thrust. Finding his crack, she slipped her delicate hand between his taut cheeks in search of her final destination. He moaned quietly as her little wet finger touched his asshole. It seemed impossibly tight, but she stroked her tip over it before testing its tautness with gentle, pressing stabs. Her boyfriend would never request such a thing, but her apprehension soon gave way when she sensed Todd's arousal increasing due to the subtle activity of her probing finger. Pushing it inside, she felt him contract around her as she began to push it deeper. 

"That's it, you little whore," he moaned into her ear. "Just like that. You're going to make me cum."

"Don't...cum inside me," she said softly as Todd began to drive his dick into her with long, hard strokes. 

"I'm going to cum wherever I want," he answered with chilling coldness. 

"N...no," she pleaded. "I'm not on the pill. You can't..." 

Todd looked down at her as he began to increase his thrusting. The look in his eyes told Katie that he had no intentions of stopping. 

"I'm going to cum in your cunt," he stated, pinning one of her arms against the table. 

As his plunging cock filled her hot little hole, Katie felt her own climax approaching. She pulled her finger from his ass and clawed at his back as her legs wrapped around him. 

"I'm going to cum in your cunt," he repeated, his hips rising and falling with rapid succession. "Aren't I?" 

"Yes!" she blurted out, feeling her orgasm surging through her body. "Yes! Cum in my fucking cunt!"

Those words sent Todd over the edge and he slammed his pelvis into her hers with forceful aggression. Katie clamped her mouth shut and groaned with restrained pleasure as she felt his hot cum spurting inside her unprotected pussy. He kept thrusting until his climax subsided, gradually slowing to a lazy pace as she panted for breath underneath him. 

Todd climbed down off the table and began to pull his pants back on. Katie remained lying on the table, her dress bunched around her waist and a trickle of warm cum leaking from her pussy. She turned her head to see Todd smiling, his characteristic smug grin dominating his flushed, satisfied face. Without a word, he bent down and scooped up her panties from the floor. 

"Oh, by the way," he noted casually as he walked towards the door, holding the panties to his face and taking a deep sniff. "I'm keeping these."

As the door slammed shut, Katie found herself alone in the small room with the whirring sound of the dryer muffling the sound of her beating heart. 

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When Katie woke the following morning, her thoughts immediately began to drift back to her erotic experience the night before. The fact that she was lying half asleep in her boyfriend's bed seemed to bother her little, as she found her hand migrating between her legs while her mind replayed the night's events in vivid detail. She had experienced more in those few minutes than in her entire previous sexual history. Her eyes had been opened to a completely new world and she couldn't stop thinking about it. 

Even after making herself cum both in bed, and later in the shower, Katie's libido still showed no signs of slowing. It was as if the flood gates had been opened and just couldn't be closed. She even found herself looking on the internet for movies that featured really rough sex, finding plenty to satiate her newfound craving. Before she knew it, she had idled away the entire day and her boyfriend would be returning home soon. In fact, she had barely enough time to clear her browsing history before Paul walked through the door. 

After seeing her boyfriend, Katie's guilt somewhat dampened her sexual desires. She briefly considered confessing her recent infidelity, but quickly dismissed the notion as she felt that it would most likely cause too many problems. Although Paul and Todd were not the best of friends, they were neighbours and had been growing increasingly close after living beside each other for the past couple years. She always sensed that her boyfriend had always been somewhat jealous of Todd and his success with women. Playing the part of the supportive girlfriend, Katie had assured Paul that decent girls want a nice guy, while Todd's antics only worked on slutty girls with low self esteem. She had even tried to convince herself of the same things, while secretly harbouring a lustful desire for her boyfriend's friend. If Paul knew the truth now, he would be crushed. The last thing that Katie wanted was to hurt him, and so decided to keep her dirty little secret for the time being. 

Paul took Katie out to dinner that night, before the couple rented a movie and returned home for a mellow Sunday night. It was the same way that they had spent pretty much every Sunday night for as long as Katie could remember. She had always considered it a perfectly acceptable way to spend time together, but now she was beginning to wonder if maybe they needed to spice things up. After three years of dating, they had settled into a somewhat predictable routine. 

After the movie, the couple retired to the bedroom. Although Paul was tired, Katie had other plans. 

"What's gotten into you?" Paul asked with wonder, as his girlfriend began kissing his neck and stroking her small hand over the crotch of his underwear. 

She had been trying to entice him all throughout the movie as well, but he had showed little interest in her amorous intentions. 

"I missed you," she purred, giving his flaccid cock a gentle squeeze through his boxers. 

Katie was unused to being the aggressor when it came to sex, but she was beginning to feel that it would be the only way to get her boyfriend's engine running. 

"All day...," she continued, kissing his ear as she whispered seductively. "...I've been thinking about what I want you to do to me." 

"Really?" he asked, taken off guard by his girlfriend's uncharacteristic behaviour. "A...and what do you want me to do to you?"

"Mmmm," she purred as she felt him growing hard under her hand. "Anything you want." 

A few seconds later, Katie was on her back with Paul lying atop her tiny body with his dick buried snugly within her tight little pussy. She had hoped that he would have chosen something a little more adventurous, but he had opted for their usually missionary position. She was craving him to take control and use her in the same manner that Todd had, but he remained soft and gentle, his hips rising and falling between her legs as she lay under him. 

Katie clawed at his back and grasped his ass in an attempt at urging him to go harder, but to her dismay he maintained his easy, monotonous pace. Then she remembered what Todd had asked...no, told her to do the night before. Putting her hand to her mouth, she sucked one of her fingers before reaching down to his ass. 

"Whoa!" Paul blurted out, tensing his entire body as he felt his girlfriend's finger delving between his cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"You'll like it," she said softly, trying to calm him down as she continued to probe. 

"I...don't think so," he stated adamantly, reaching back to brush her hand away. 

Katie hid her disappointment, but remained resolute as Paul resumed fucking her with slow, careful strokes. She then decided to try something else. 

"You can go harder," she suggested. "I want you to be...bad to me."

"Huh?" Paul asked with confusion as he looked down into his girlfriend's face. 

"Like...,"she began, her face growing red as she searched for the words to say. "...rough. Try holding my arms down while you fuck me." 

Paul complied, pinning Katie's small arms above her head as he resumed with slow pumps of his hips. 

"And...call me names," she suggested, closing her eyes as her mind wandered. 

"Names? What kind of names?"

"Like...slut...or whore,"

Paul stopped all movement and Katie opened her eyes in confusion to see him looking down at her with a puzzled expression. 

"Ummm, this is feeling kind of weird," he said, his brow furrowing with obvious disinterest. 

"Oh...okay," she answered back, her spirits dampened by his lack of enthusiasm. "Just...do it normal I guess."

"Actually...," he said, lifting himself up on his arms. "I'm really pretty tired. Do you mind if we just go to bed?" 

Katie was shocked. She had given her boyfriend free reign to do whatever he wanted to her, and he wanted to sleep? She was disappointed. She was frustrated. She was even a little angry. 

"Fine," she said curtly, trying to keep her anger buried deep down inside. 

Paul leaned down and gave her a friendly peck on the lips before rolling over and closing his eyes with apparent contentment. Katie's eyes fixed on the darkened ceiling as she processed what had just occurred. Not only was she not tired, but she was horny as hell. She wanted to be taken. She wanted to be ravished. She wanted to be used. 

And she knew just where to go. 

"Hey babe," she said quietly, gently shaking Paul from his state of partial slumber. "I'm still wide awake. I think I'm going to go home and sleep in my own bed. I just can't fall asleep here."

"Okay," he returned with a yawn, not even opening his eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow." 

Katie slipped out of the bed and began to gather up her things before she realised that she could just pick them up tomorrow. She slipped on a pair of little blue shorts and a white tank top, tied her tangled hair into a pony tail, grabbed her purse and slipped out the door. Her heart began to race as she stepped out into the hallway. There was no turning back now. She had an itch, and there was only one way to get it scratched. 

She stopped at Todd's apartment and held her ear to the door, listening for any sound that might indicate the presence of company. All she could hear though was the faint sound of the TV. She raised her hand and rapped lightly at the hard wood. She held her breath and even considered running away as she waited there in the hallway. Then, the door opened. 

"Hello?" Todd greeted with a surprised look on his face, standing in the doorway dressed only in a pair of baggy, camouflage shorts. 

Before he could say another word, Katie held her finger to her lips and stepped inside. As the door closed behind them, she turned to face him, staring up through her dark rimmed glasses. 

"What do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, scanning her body with his eyes as he stood over her. 

"I...I...was...," she stuttered, struggling to put her thoughts into words. 

"Oh, I think I know why you're here," Todd said suddenly as his usual cocky grin made its first appearance. 

Katie blushed, suddenly feeling extremely shy. 

"You want me to fuck you again don't you?"

She nodded, biting her bottom lip as he continued to study her with satisfaction. 




Nice Guys Finish Last



"And why should I?" he asked, placing his hands behind his back as he smiled down at her. 

"I...I'll...do anything...you want," she suggested truthfully, feeling like a school girl with a crush as he watched her discomfort. 

"Anything?"

Again Katie nodded.

"You want to be my dirty little slut?"

"Y...yes," Katie replied as she felt her pulse quicken and her pussy dampen at those simple words. 

"You're going to have to ask nicely," Todd added with a smirk. 

Twenty four hours ago, she never would have played into his games. But now...she was willing to do or say anything. 

"Please...," she peeped meekly, "...can I...be your dirty little slut?" 

"Maybe," he answered coldly. "If you promise to do whatever I tell you."

Katie nodded. 

"I...promise."

"Get down on your fucking knees."

The sharpness of his tone caught her off guard, but she quickly complied, dropping to her knees as he hovered over her. She swallowed hard as her eyes remained on the floor and she felt her pussy drooling fluid into her panties as she awaited his next order. Todd stepped forward, placing a bare foot on the floor. 

"Kiss it."

Katie froze. Could she really do something so subservient and degrading? 

"Kiss it whore!" 

She immediately dropped down onto her hands, reluctantly leaning forward to place her soft lips against the bare skin of his foot. As she did, she could picture Todd's face in her mind, with that cocky smile as he looked down at her. For some reason it turned her on even more. She wanted it. She craved it. She wanted his abuse and she was willing to do anything in order to get it. 

"Alright," he stated triumphantly, reaching down to grab Katie's little brown ponytail in his fist. "Let's go to the bedroom."

As he headed off, he pulled her by the hair as Katie scurried along, crawling to keep up. Once inside the bedroom, he hauled her back up to her knees as she stared up into his face with anxious expectation. 

"Pull my shorts down," he ordered, placing his hands on his hips in an authoritarian pose. 

Katie reached up with trembling hands and began to inch the loose fitting shorts down his legs. As they fell around his ankles, she found herself looking straight into a good sized bulge protruding from within a pair of tight, black boxer briefs that hugged his hips and stretched tightly around his well muscles thighs. 

"Is this what you want?" he asked, grabbing her roughly by the ponytail and shoving her face into his crotch. 

Katie moaned in response as she felt his cock growing rigid through the thin lycra-like material. She opened her mouth and breathed in his musky scent as she struggled to taste his cock through the underwear. 

"I bet you've been wanting this all day haven't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, looking up at him as he held her face pressed firmly between his legs. 

Todd then pulled her head back and smiled a devilish grin as he peered down into Katie's panting visage. She then flinched as he spat into her pretty face, spattering her glasses with saliva as she blinked with surprise. 

"Do you like that slut?" he asked in a smug, satisfied tone. 

"Y...yes," she replied timidly. 

In truth, she was completely startled by the degrading act. He just spit in her face! She was struggling to process what had just happened, when he yanked her head back again, this time quite roughly. Katie's lips parted in a silent gasp as she winced from the pain, and Todd spit again, this time into her open mouth. The increased dampening of her already wet pussy told her that she did in fact enjoy it, as she felt a thin droplet of spittle dripping down her chin. 

"So, do you want to be a whore?" Todd asked, gazing down into her emerald green eyes. "Or a dirty fucking whore?"

"A dirty fucking whore!" Katie panted with desperation. 

Todd smiled as if her words were music to his ears. He then turned his back to her and placed his hands back on his hips. 

"Pull down my underwear," he ordered, as Katie immediately reached up to pull the tight fitting shorts down his ass. 

As he kicked them aside, Katie now found herself fully clothed, kneeling behind his completely naked body. 

"Now...," he said, looking back over his shoulder. "Kiss my ass."

Katie inched forward with eagerness, eyeing his muscular backside with animalistic lust. Placing her tiny lips on his bare flesh, she kissed his ass cheek in a sign of absolute submission as he moaned with delight. 

"Good little slut," he praised as she pulled her mouth from his naked skin. "Now...lick my asshole."

Katie froze. She had never even thought of doing such a thing in her dirtiest dreams. Although completely willing to submit to Todd's desires, she found herself reluctant to engage in such a lewd act. As she hesitated, Todd glanced back with disapproval, causing her heart beat to hasten even more. 

"Now!" he chided with authority. 

With shaking arms, she reached up and gently pushed his firm ass cheeks apart as he waited impatiently. With timid reluctance, she leaned in and pressed her delicate young face into his ass as her lips parted and her tiny pink tongue slipped out. As she felt the tip of her tongue touch Todd's small, wrinkled opening, she could hear him moan with approval, stoking the fires of arousal within her. Harder she pushed, burying her face in between his taut, muscular cheeks as she licked at his asshole with submissive, loving laps of her tiny tongue. 

"That's it whore," he groaned, reaching back to pull her face deeper into his ass. "Lick that ass."

Eager to please, Katie did her best to force her tongue into his clenching hole as she struggled to breathe. With every lewd lick, her pussy dripped with pleasure, the animalistic lust slowly transforming her from a prim and proper young woman into a wanton slut. She was an ass eating whore. She was Todd's ass eating whore. 

"Do you want my cock now?" he asked, as her tongue wormed its way deep into his asshole. 

"Fuck yes!" Katie gasped. "Please let me suck your cock."

"Mmmm, I should let you know...," he said, turning to face her once again. "That I fucked another dirty little slut earlier tonight." 

Katie sat back, wiping her mouth as she waited for him to use her as he saw fit. His statement however, caused an odd tinge of jealously within her. 

"You can probably still taste her pussy on my dick," he continued, stepping towards her. "Go ahead. Clean that whore's cunt off my cock."

She swallowed as she watching his well sized dick coming towards her face. She reached out for it, but Todd slapped her hand away with a swat of his arm. 

"No hands," he stated, standing over her kneeling form. 

Katie placed her hands behind her back and passively opened her mouth to accept Todd's thick pole in between her waiting lips. As she felt him sliding over her tongue, she closed her lips around his girth, embracing the pulsing shaft within her wet and willing mouth. Immediately she could taste another woman on his cock. She thought that he may have been fibbing, but the taste was unmistakable. It was the taste of pussy. Some other girl's pussy...coating the length of Todd's dick from the tip to his balls. Once the initial shock wore off, she went to work sucking his cock clean of any sign of his other slut. She began to wonder...who was she? What did she look like? Did she lick Todd's asshole as well? The thoughts flew through her head as she bobbed back and forth on his rod, tasting every inch of him as he placed a hand passively on her head. 

Gradually, the passive placement of his hand turned to a gentle urging, and finally to a violent thrusting as he drove his cock into her back of Katie's throat. Her eyes watered and her lips sputtered around his shaft as he fucked her pretty little face. 

"Do you know where I'm going to cum?" he asked, staring down as his dick disappeared repeatedly into her tiny mouth. 

"Anywhere you want?" she answered, more in the form of a question as he smiled back in response. 

"That's right. And do you know where I want to cum?" 

Katie shook her head as he pulled his dick from her wet, inviting lips. 

"I'm going to cum on your face."

She remained still, waiting for his next order. 

"Would you like that?" he asked, stroking his dick a few inches from her face. 

"Y...yes," she whimpered, her eyes locked on Todd's swollen tip as it bulged with every pump of his hand. 

"Ask for it," he added, his strokes growing faster with every passing second. "I want to hear you beg for my cum on your face."

"Please cum on my face," she squealed, gazing up at him with salacious admiration. "Please cum all over my slutty little face." 

Todd's stroking increased to a blinding fury as his muscles flexed and pulsed. Suddenly, his hand movements ceased and his balls tightened as a thick spurt of white liquid shot forth onto Katie's waiting face. The cum lashed out in a long, hot rope across her glasses and cheek before another shot struck her in the forehead. A few seconds later, and her adorable, child-like face was left a splattered mess of creamy white jism. 

As the last drop of cum oozed from Todd's tip, he smiled down at his recent masterpiece with a prideful expression. Staring back up with a gazed face, Katie waited patiently as she felt the warm fluid slowly streaming down her cheeks. 

"Don't move," Todd said, as he turned and walked out of the room. 

After what felt like hours, but was most likely closer to ten minutes, he reappeared as Katie waited submissively on her knees in the middle of the floor. Without a word, he pulled her up and began to drag her across the room towards a large dresser topped with a well-sized mirror. As he slammed her body into the dresser, he forced her down into a bent over position before pulling her head back up and forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. 

"Mmmm, look at that," he hissed as Katie was forced to view her cum covered face. "Doesn't that look nice?" 

She gasped as he roughly shoved his hand between her legs, groping at her pussy through her tiny, blue shorts. Feeling the dampness through her clothing, Todd stood behind her and pulled her shorts down around her knees as he held her hair with an unyielding grip. Next, her panties were yanked down, leaving her bottom half exposed as she trembled with anticipation. 

"What do you see?" he asked, sliding two fingers into her little wet hole. "Tell me what you see in the mirror."

Katie gazed upon her own reflection, her pretty face dripping with glistening lines of cum. 

"A...a...cum faced little whore," she answered as Todd rotated his fingers inside her. 

"That's right," he agreed, placing his thumb over her tight little asshole. "A dirty...little...cum faced...whore."

With each word he spoke, he pushed his thumb deeper into her ass until all three digits were firmly ensconced in her shuddering little body. Katie lurched forward as he began fucking her holes with his hand, driving her into the dresser with each forceful movement. 

As his cock once again rose to hardness, Todd slipped his fingers from Katie's dripping cunt and went about replacing them with his eager pole. She closed her eyes with bliss as she felt his dick spear her flushed lips and slide deep inside her. 

"Open your eyes," he commanded as he jostled her back to full consciousness with a sharp yank on her ponytail. "I want you see yourself while I fuck you."

Katie's eyes fluttered open and she once again peered through her cum covered glasses to cast her gaze upon the obscene visual as Todd filled her pussy with rapid thrusts of his cock. The longer she looked at herself, the hornier she became. She glanced past to see Todd's smug visage smiling back at her as he held her by the hair and fucked her from behind, causing her petite body to shudder with each powerful stroke. 

Todd then reached around to wipe a droplet of his own cum from Katie's glasses, leaving a filmy smear across the lens. He then placed the finger at her tight little ass opening as he slowed his thrusting, leaning back as eased his finger past her tight muscular ring. She moaned as she felt her asshole clench around him, resisting with futility as he forced it deep inside. With his finger buried up to the knuckle in her ass, Todd resumed fucking her dripping pussy with slow, even strokes. 

"Fuck your ass is tight," he muttered, his hips grinding into her back of her slender thighs. "I can't wait to get my dick in there." 

Katie's heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of Todd's cock in her ass. As her mind struggled to comprehend what it would feel like, he slipped his finger back out of her ass and reached forward, hooking into her gasping mouth. As her lips closed around it, she could taste the cum that he had wiped from her face as she watched herself descend into a world of depravity before her very eyes. 

Suddenly, Todd pulled his dick from her little wet pussy and pulled her back up by the hair. Wrapping one of his powerful arms around her, he lifted her into the air and strode across the room to the bed. He tossed her onto the large mattress, smiling with contentment as he watched her tiny body bouncing like a toy before coming to rest on her stomach, her legs still fastened together by the small pair of panties around her knees. 

Holding her down against the bed, he yanked the underwear down her legs before resting a knee on each side of her prone body, straddling her as she lay beneath him. He then reached down and pulled her head back by the ponytail as he stuffed her wet panties into her open mouth. Her glasses slipped off her face and he brushed them aside before rising back up to admire her little willing body pinned beneath him. Katie took deep breaths in through her nose as she struggled to gasp with the panties in her mouth. She could taste her pussy on her tongue as her saliva began to permeate the damp, lacy fabric.

"Spread that ass," Todd ordered, looking down at Katie as he knelt over her, stroking his dick with long, slow pumps of his fist. 

Obediently, she reached back with both arms as she rested her face against the bed. As her hands gripped her pert little cheeks, she gently pulled, exposing her most private regions to Todd's lecherous gaze. 

"Mmm, look at that tight little asshole," he uttered, collecting his saliva in his mouth before letting it drip down onto her tiny hole. 

Katie's heart pounded as she felt the warm fluid dribbling down over her winking hole. She then felt the spongy tip of his cock touch her tiny orifice and her body tensed as she braced herself for what was coming next. She let out a muffled groan into her wet panties as she felt her virgin ass begin to stretch around Todd's impending thrust. 

"Shhh," he hissed, smiling as he watched her tiny body squirm beneath him. "You better be quiet. Your boyfriend in on the other side of this wall you know."

Katie silently cursed him for bringing up Paul, but it did little to abate her growing lust. She could feel her ass burning with agony as he pushed his swollen head inside her with one particularly forceful stroke. Her tight little ring clenched around his shaft as if trying to expel the invasion, but he held steadfast, his cock gradually sinking into her wriggling body. 

Overcome by the painful pressure, Katie squirmed and groaned with discomfort, even reaching back with her hand in futile attempt to slow his penetration. 

"Aww, princess," Todd teased, grabbing her hand and pinning it forcefully against her lower back. "Is my cock too big for your tiny little asshole?"

"Uh huh," she managed to respond, her desperate voice dampened by the panties in her mouth. 

"Do you want me to use some lube?"

"Uh huh." 

Todd leaned down against her body, pulling the underwear from her lips as he whispered into her ear. 

"I'll take it out, but it's going to be going right into your mouth."

"O...okay," she whimpered, desperate to do anything to make the agony cease. 

Todd rose back up and gave one more dry thrust of his dick before slowly withdrawing from her clutching asshole. As it popped free, he laid down on the bed, grabbing her hair and pulling her face to his dick. Without hesitation, Katie took it into her mouth, sucking it deep with eager, hungry bobs of her head. 

"That's it slut," he said, placing his hand behind in head in a relaxed pose. "Get that cock nice and wet, because it's going right back into your ass." 

Katie bathed his throbbing pole with wet, hungry sucking as her tongue covered his length with lustful licks. As she sucked him, Todd reached over and opened the drawer beside his bed producing a small bottle of lubricant. 

"Want me to use this?" he asked, tantalizing her with the small bottle, as her eyes looked upwards. 

She moaned a muffled 'yes' around his cock as he raised his knees up from the bed. 

"Okay," he said with a mischievious grin. "Maybe if you lick my ass like a good little whore, I'll use it."

With that, he pushed her face downwards as he lifted his legs to give her unfettered access. Katie immediately pushed her little soft lips into his ass and treated him to a lustful, wet kiss before lavishing his hole with a series of torrid licks. As she lewdly tongued his asshole, she glanced up to see him looking back down at her with a satisfied expression. His look of contentment brought pleasure to her and she increased her efforts, tongue fucking him with slutty enthusiasm. 

"Suck my toes," he ordered suddenly, pushing her face from his ass. 

Katie obediently spun around, straddling his leg as he squirted some of the lube into his hand. She grabbed his large foot in her tiny hands and lowered her lips to wrap around his big toe. As she subserviently sucked his toes into her little wet mouth, Todd reached down and rubbed his lube-coated fingers over her asshole. The feeling of the cool, slippery liquid on her tightly closed star caused her to moan lustfully as she worshipped his feet with loving licks and kisses. 

"Finger your asshole," he ordered, reclining back to enjoy the feeling of Katie's warm, wet mouth. 

Reaching back, she easily slipped a small finger into her own ass, pushing it deep inside. The lube made the feeling somewhat pleasurable and she added another, feeling her tight little muscles clench around her wriggling digits. 

"Are you ready for my cock now?" Todd asked, watching intently as her little asshole swallowed her own fingers. 

"Yes," she gasped, looking back at him with desire. 

He sat back up and knelt behind her, pulling her hand from her ass as he stroked his dick in preparation. She placed her wet, slippery fingers to her lips and slipped them into her mouth as she looked back at him for approval. His smile warmed her and she reached back to spread her ass cheeks in ultimate submission. 

"I want to hear you beg for it," he muttered, looking down at her shimmering, pink hole. 

"Please put your cock in my ass," Katie whimpered, her small hands holding herself spread wide in an obscene invitation. "Please...make me your little anal whore."

Todd's tip touched her tiny hole and her body froze. He pushed and the diminutive opening slowly gave way before his descending pole. The lube made things much more pleasurable, but the feeling was still intense as she felt her tight little tunnel slowly filled with cock. 

"Oh yeah," Todd exclaimed as he watched his shaft sink into Katie's twitching asshole. "You like being my slut?

"Yes!" she gasped, clutching at the bed sheets as he slipped in up the balls. 

With his dick completely buried, Todd gripped her tiny hips and began stroking in and out with short, casual thrusts. 

"Oh my God!" she squealed, before biting her tongue with restraint. 

The inexplicable sensation overwhelmed her and she tightly pursed her lips to prevent her lustful keening from penetrating the thin wall and rousing her sleeping boyfriend. Gradually, Todd's dick slid in and out with longer strokes as his hips butted into her shivering thighs. 




Nice Guys Finish Last



"Whose ass is this?" he asked smugly, grabbing her little brown ponytail once again. 

"Y...yours," she panted with exasperation before cringing as he buried with cock in one forceful stab. "It's your ass!" 

He gripped her hair firmly as he fucked her harder with each thrust, marvelling at the way her tight little body shuddered and shook with each plunge of his cock. After one particularly forceful stroke, her knees slipped out from under her and she fell flat against the mattress as Todd fell on top of her little prone body with his length buried deep inside her virgin hole. She let out a child-like yelp as he forced her tiny asshole to swallow his girth as she felt his hard, muscular body pinning her to the bed. His pulling of her hair increased her arousal as pain and pleasure began to mix, enveloping Katie in a state of ecstatic bliss. She felt his hot breath in her ear as he groaned and grunted with animalistic lust, his cock violating her most private hole with unrestrained passion. 

"I always knew that deep down inside, you were a dirty fucking whore," he hissed, his hips rising and falling as he filled her tight little ass. 

"Your dirty fucking whore," she corrected, inciting a renewed fury of plunging thrusts. 

Todd grabbed her wrists and roughly pinned them against the bed, her arms forming a 'Y' shape as he held them above her head. He grunted with each thrust of his hips, driving deep into her tiny butthole with savage, potent blows. 

"Oh fucccckkkkkkkk!" Katie screeched as the bed shook and battered the wall, squeaking under the lustful pair. "Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck my little asshole!!" 

Complying with her slavish request, Todd's hips hammered her ass as his dick reamed her hungry hole. As the enlightening sensation of approaching orgasm flowed through his tensing body, he smiled with contentment and increased his pace until he felt his balls tingle and tighten. 

"I'm going to...cum...in...your...fucking...ass!" he seethed through the last few thrusts, before plunging deep and unleashing a hot, creamy deluge inside Katie's well-fucked asshole. 

Katie squealed with delight as he battered her tiny body and flooded her insides with his warm, slimy cum. Her anus pulsed around his throbbing shaft, milking every drop from his deeply embedded dick as his chest heaved on top of her. The pressure in her ass gradually subsided as Todd's cock softened, allowing her clenching tunnel to slowly tighten around his wilting length. As he lifted himself off her ravaged body, his dick slipped free with a sickening 'slurp'. 

Katie remained pinned to the bed as he moved upwards, straddling her narrow shoulders. She then felt her head yanked back as he grabbed her hair and wrapped her ponytail around his cock, using it wipe clean the slimy mess of cum and lubricant. 

"Thanks," he muttered, after wiping his dick clean with her hair and slumping back onto the bed with a relaxed sigh. "You can let yourself out." 

* * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Paul groaned and rolled over in his bed, wrapping his pillow around his head in an attempt to drown out the constant thumping and faint moaning coming from the other side of the wall. After two years, he had grown accustomed to the sound of sex coming from his neighbour's apartment, but this one seemed particularly loud. 

"Dammit Todd," he muttered to himself in a tired, sleepy voice. "I wonder what dirty slut you managed to pick up this time?"

The End 



Nice Guys Finish Last



Michelle fumbled with her keys. Her hands filled with heavy grocery bags, she cursed under her breath before dropping her keys to the floor beside her foot. 

"Just great. Exactly what I need," she muttered, as she put down the bags and stooped to grab the keys. 

"Did you need a hand?" said a strange voice. It was deep and husky but wasn't one that Michelle recognized as one of her neighbours. She looked up and made eye contact with a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen. She couldn't speak as her heart skipped a beat. 

"Are . . . are you okay?" the voice asked. 

Finally, she snapped out of her trance and pieced together a couple of words that indicated that she didn't need help, and yes, she was doing just fine. To be honest, she didn't really remember exactly what she said. She was in awe. Slowly, the key found the lock and she pushed the door open, but not before turning to see her 'white knight' open the door next to hers. 

"Of course!" she thought. "That must be the new neighbour!"

Michelle knew that the young couple had moved out a couple of weeks ago, but she hadn't had the chance to meet the new neighbour until now. Putting away the groceries, she couldn't get him out of her mind. She kept picturing him in her head. His tight white t-shirt that strained to hold together over what looked to be fairly fit frame. And those jeans . . . "Mmm," she thought. 

Suddenly, she shook her head and her face turned a bright red. What was she doing? She was happy in her relationship with Steve; he was a nice guy. Very considerate, gentle, and calm. He was good husband material, she thought.

But she couldn't help wondering what 'what's his name' would look like without a t-shirt on -- or even better, without pants. 

Her face turned red again. 

Michelle was snapped out of her daydream when the door to the apartment opened. Steve was home. She met him with a hug and they talked about their day, with Michelle opting to leave out her encounter with the new neighbour. The two soon found a familiar routine: finishing up dinner and sitting on the couch; Michelle with her book, and Steve with the remote control for the TV. As usual, Steve was the first to suggest it was time to turn in and headed for bed. Michelle soon followed. 

While laying there drifting off to sleep, the two looked over at each other. They could hear something coming from the other side of the wall. It started as a subtle repetitive thumping, but was then joined with moans, and quickly they both knew what was happening. The new neighbour had some company over for the evening, it would seem. Steve rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. 

"I guess our new neighbour is a party animal. Just what we needed! Now I'm never going to get to sleep." 

Steve never really considered himself a 'sexual being'. Sure, he liked the company of a woman and he loved Michelle, but if it were up to him, sex would be a biweekly affair rather than a nightly one. He always chalked up his lack of interest in sex to his appearance; he wasn't really that fit. Soft around the edges, and not blessed with endowment. Michelle would always tell him size didn't matter, but he never believed her. 

On the other hand, Michelle wasn't worried about sleep on this night. She rolled over to Steve and started running her hands over his chest and down his stomach. Gently kissing and nuzzling his neck, earlobe, and cheek. Her hands slid down Steve's belly and down to the waistband of his boxers. Her fingertips slid inside as Steve started to stir.

While Steve wasn't generally interested in initiating sex, he wasn't an idiot. When Michelle wanted it, she generally was satisfied. 

He turned his face towards hers, his mouth finding Michelle's soft, full lips. She moaned as his hands wandered over her pyjama covered body. His fingers quickly made their way between her legs and found her wetness. Gently, he tickled her with his fingertips as his mouth moved from Michelle's lips down to her round, full breasts. He kissed their softness before taking a hardening nipple between his lips. 

Michelle responded with moans, wiggling her hips as the feeling of Steve's fingers explored her. He slid one finger inside, and then two, working them back and forth while he gently rubbed her swelling clit with his thumb. Michelle liked it like that and he knew it. It was a quick and easy way to get her to orgasm.

Right on cue, Michelle's moans turned into groans and her body began to shudder. Steve waited for her to gain her composure before sliding down his boxers and laying on top of his wife, mounting her missionary style. Michelle was so wet she could barely feel it when Steve slipped his hardness inside of her. Within five pumps, he was groaning and soon overcome by his own orgasm. 

With both of them catching their breath, they lay there in the darkness. The pounding and moaning coming from the other side of the wall still going strong. "Wow," Steve thought to himself. "That guy must be a machine." Both of them feel asleep to the sound of sex next door.

It was only a few days later when Michelle ran into the neighbour. She met him in the hall once again, this time as both were leaving to run some errands. This time she was in a better mood and keen to get to know his story. She asked him about his situation: what he did for a living, married or not, and where he moved from. 

His name was Paul and he was a personal trainer who just started at a gym down the street. He'd moved to the city from another state and admitted it was because he was just out of a relationship and needed a fresh start. He said he had 'too much of a history' where he lived last and wanted to make new history. He claimed he was pretty lonely because aside from a few people he'd met at work, he didn't really have many friends. Being the friendly person she is, Michelle didn't hesitate to invite him over for dinner the following night. She thought it would be nice for Steve to get to know the neighbour too. He agreed before they parted ways. 

Dinner was nice. Steve was his regular polite self, and Paul changed a little after a couple of drinks. He became cockier, his voice a little louder. He started to poke fun at Steve. Just little innocent jokes about how he's a little soft, his arms little and what else on his body that could be little. Steve's face went red but he didn't try to defend himself. He just took it. 

Michelle felt bad for Steve at first, but the more alcohol she drank, the more she admired the strength and confidence of Paul, who was sitting in a chair across their small living room. She looked at him, exploring his body with her eyes: his plaid button-down shirt with the top two buttons opened and his worn blue jeans tightly hugging his thighs. 

Then she looked over to Steve and compared; there was none. Paul must have known what was happening because his blue eyes met her gaze and he winked. Followed by a confident smile, Michelle quickly looked away. 

Soon after Paul got up to leave with Michelle and Steve, and being the gracious hosts, they got up to show him to the door. Paul shook Steve's hand first and then Michelle leaned in to give him a hug. He towered over her but shrunk down to her level and wrapped his muscular arms around her. To her shock, he kissed her. 

Not just a peck on the lips, but a deep, intoxicating kiss. As his tongue gently touched Michelle's lips, she nearly melted. 

Steve cleared his throat, obviously shocked and annoyed. Paul didn't care. He broke off his kiss and looked over to Steve with a huge grin on his face. 

"Oh!" said Paul. "Why don't you just pop over and pick up that recipe I was telling you about. It'll put some good meat on his bones!" he joked while motioning over to Steve. 

"Sure. I'll just be a quick minute," Michelle said to Steve before following Paul next door. 

Steve was left standing slack-jawed as the door closed in front of him. "Did that just happen?" he muttered to himself. He could hear the neighbour's door open and then slam shut. The noise echoed in the hallway. 

As soon as the door closed behind Michelle, Paul once again wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet. He resumed kissing her deeply, his tongue pushing between her lips. She was instantly overcome with passion. She returned his kiss, her hands running up and down his muscular back. 

He set her down and broke off the kiss. "I saw you looking at me. I bet you were wondering what was under my shirt, weren't you? Wondering how big I was. What about my cock, were you wondering about that too? Why don't you find out?" he said while taking her hands and sliding them down his body. 

Her heart skipped a beat when she touched the soft leather of his belt and down to the rough fabric of his jeans. Slowly, she moved around to the bulge at the front of his pants and she couldn't believe what she'd put her hand on. Michelle actually backed up a step to look down, making sure she wasn't feeling something in his pocket. She wasn't. 

Paul chuckled at her response. "Pull it out," he insisted. 

Michelle fumbled with the belt and the button of his pants before sliding the zipper down. Paul helped by lifting up his shirt. She tugged down his jeans and her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw he wasn't wearing underwear. His pants slid over his hips and unveiled his significant length and girth. Now squatting in front of him, she looked up and caught his grin, smiling back. 

"I take it you approve?" he chuckled again. 

She nodded as she wrapped her hand around the base holding it out in front of her face. "Suck it," he ordered. She hesitated for a second before sliding her lips over the tip. She couldn't believe the size as it started to get harder, standing at full mast within seconds. 

"Wow," she reacted as she started rubbing his length with both hands and sucking as much as she could fit into her mouth. She couldn't believe what was happening mere steps from his front door. She knew if Steve wanted to, he could hear what was going on. She didn't care. 

Paul pushed his hips into her face thrusting into her, meeting her motions on his cock. She used drops of precum as lube, rubbing the long shaft while increasing the pace. Paul wasn't holding back, groaning loudly as his body started to tense. It didn't take long before he was holding the top of Michelle's head while exploding in her mouth. 

She swallowed it all. 

Feeling naughty and turned on, Michelle stood up and went to open the door to leave. 

"Where are you going? We're not done here," Paul said while grabbing her arm and pulling her back gently into his apartment. 

"It's late. I should probably get back. Steve will be wondering where I am," she said apologetically. "Besides, you just came!" 

"Don't you worry about that, and fuck Steve. I'm willing to bet he's already in bed, and you're going to go home and have to finger yourself quietly so you don't wake him." Paul used a mocking voice, but he was right. 

Michelle looked at the model quality body standing in front of her. Her eyes moved from his, all the way down to the floor and back up again. 

"I want you to forget about Steve. I want you to be mine," Paul grunted with that ruggedly handsome smile stretching across his face again. 

She smiled and stepped into his apartment, knowing exactly where his bedroom was. It was nearly the same layout as their place, but the bedrooms shared a wall. That's why they were able to hear so clearly what was going on the other night. 

Paul followed her into the room and reached for her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. In what seemed like seconds, he'd unclasped her bra and she shrugged it from her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. As a defence mechanism, she raised her hands to cover her breasts before she spun around. 

Paul was standing in the dim light of the room in all his naked glory. His body looked like it had been chiseled from a piece of granite. When Michelle's eyes met up with his, he was grinning that cocky grin she'd gotten used to seeing. 

"I'm going to wear you out," he said cheekily. "That's not a promise -- it's a guarantee."

Michelle's heart started to pound so loudly that she was sure that Paul could hear it. He stepped closer to her, leaning over to her shoulder and gently nuzzling and kissing her soft skin. Michelle shivered at the feeling of his lips on her skin. Paul continued to kiss up the nape of her neck and to her earlobe, sucking on it gently. 

Michelle closed her eyes and let her arms fall to her sides. Paul's lips moved down to hers, and then slowly and gently down her chin to her collarbone. He kissed a line down over the curve of her breast wrapping his lips around her hardening nipples. A flick of his tongue over the nub was met by a quiet moan from Michelle.

She didn't fight him when he lay her down on his bed, her head hitting the pillow and body sinking into the soft duvet that covered the mattress. Paul didn't hesitate, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties and then slipping them off and pitching them across the room. Almost immediately after her legs settled back on the bed, Paul had hopped up and was kneeling between her shins, now kissing up her thighs. As he moved higher, Michelle wiggled her hips just a little. She groaned when he blew a stream of air over her moistening pussy. 

Paul leaned in and gently licked her slit from bottom to top, taking a second to flick her hardening clit. Encouraged by her growing moans, Paul started to kiss her wetness like he would her lips, his tongue gently sliding inside, before he took her clit between his lips, sucking it gently. 

Michelle was in heaven. Her body began to feel tingly as she pushed her head into the pillows, arching her back. She reached down and grabs two solid handfuls of Paul's dark hair, holding his face against her sex as the first rush of orgasm took over her body. 

"Oh my . . . FUCK!" she screamed out, not realizing how loud she was being. 

Steve was already in bed when he thought he heard moans coming from the other side of the wall. Just like the other night, he rolled over and tried to drown out the sounds coming from the unit next door. He couldn't ignore it for long when he heard a scream from a voice eerily similar to that of Michelle. "No way," he thought to himself as he stared at the ceiling. But he knew exactly what was happening. 

Paul didn't wait for Michelle to catch her breath. Instead, he grabbed her by her hips and flipped her onto her knees, positioning himself behind her. He slid his fingers over her still quivering pussy, and then held his shaft at the entrance of her wetness. He pressed the tip inside and was met with a hearty groan from Michelle, but he didn't wait for her to get used to his size, instead pushing it in deep in one hard thrust. 

Michelle bit the pillow to muffle her groans as Paul continued to thrust deeply before nearly pulling the entire length out again, then repeating the process. The headboard was banging loudly against the wall as Paul increased the pace and Michelle started pushing back against his weight. Their bodies were making a loud slapping noise each time Paul would sink into her pussy. The only thing louder was their collective moans. 

Starting to love the feeling of being filled completely with cock, Michelle suddenly felt a void between her legs. Paul had quickly pulled out and was moving to the bed beside her. Again, that huge cocky grin stretched across his face. "Get on me," he said in more of a grunt. "I want to see those tits bouncing while you ride on my cock."

She grinned and then moved into position, straddling him while facing him. She loved the look of anticipation on his face before she lowered herself down onto his raging hard-on. They both moaned as Paul watched his shaft disappear into the tight grips of Michelle's pussy. She reached her hands up cradling her breasts, rolling her nipples between her finger and thumb. Paul reached out to her hips to hang on while Michelle bounced up and down on his thickness. 

The two moved in unison, picking up the pace, once again making the head board bang loudly against the bedroom wall. This time it was hitting so hard, it was nearly echoing in the room. Michelle lowered her hand to her clit and rubbed it furiously, throwing her head back overcome with passion. Paul was nearly lost in his own lust, the muscles in his stomach and legs were starting to tighten. Michelle was screaming loudly as she erupted once again, this time squirting her juices all over Paul's cock and legs. He wasn't far behind, exploding deep inside of her, filling her with volley after volley of his seed. 

Out of breath and still shaking Michelle collapsed onto Paul's chest, his cum slowly dripping from her pussy. Both were sweaty and panting. 

"Did Steve ever make you scream like that?" Paul asked cheekily. 

"Steve who?" Michelle said with a wink.



Nice Guys Finish Last



Eric Jones hated the city he lived in. He loved his job, working with people with mental disabilities, but that was the only thing he loved about Memphis. He just never seemed to fit in. It had nothing to do with his looks. Being that he is 6'8, weighing 265 pounds of solid muscle, with a dark chocolate complexion, and eyes to match. The fact was that most people his age were about hitting up the club, and Eric would rather be in a book club. His mild mannered attitude also added to his social and dating demise.

That all changed when a friend from college convinced him that Nashville would be a better fit. Eric decided to give it a shot, and it paid off. 

Nashville was the perfect fit for Eric. He had no problems finding a job in his field. He moved into a management position, after working there 4 months. Eric's social life flourished greatly as well. Although his dating life started to show promise, Eric decided to take a break, after a few misses. That all changed when a nurse named Nicole Alverez, started working with Eric. Nicole was a 5'10 olive skinned cutie, with long sandy brown hair that stopped halfway down her back, hazel eyes, and a physique that suggested she visted the gym on a regular basis. 

Naturally Eric, and just about every other guy at work found Nicole to be attractive. While most of all the other guys tried to be the first one to stake their claim on her. Eric chose to just be friends first, and it took no time at all for them to become friends. They even got to the point to where they would lightly flirt with one another, but neither one took it further than that.

"Oh hey how is going?" Eric said, bumping into Nicole.

"Oh hey. I'm doing ok. Just a lot of stuff going on here at work, and it has me stressed out. But other than that I am fine." Nicole replied, doing her best to hide her frustration with work.

Eric draped his arm around Nicole and pulled her in for a hug. "Well if you are not busy you should come by tonight. I can cook and then we can unwind watching fictional events on television." 

Nicole leaned into Eric, slightly resting her head on his chest. "Oh that sounds great!!. A tall, dark, and handsome man wanting to cook and entertain me. How can a girl say no." Nicole said teasingingly. 

"Ok then. See you at around seven thirty." Was all Eric managed to say before they were interrupted by Dorian McGregor, the head manager at work.

Although he was not a tank like Eric, Dorian still had quite a fan base with the ladies. He was a lean, chiseled man, standing at a little over six feet, with short jet black hair, and light gray colored eyes to go with his porcelain toned skin. His smile caused women to wet their panties, and go weak in the knees.

Dorian was known to have no problems using his looks, and position of authority to bed as many women as possible. Even with his reputation for being a man whore, women still wanted to get with him.

"Nicole, when you get a chance could you stop by my office? I won't keep you long." Dorian said, giving her that academy award winning smile.

Nicole distanced herself from Eric, as if to show Dorian that there was no interest in Eric. "Ok." Nicole meekly replied, before making her way to his office.

Eric rolled his eyes as Nicole left him standing there. He was never one to get mad, but the way women threw themselves at Dorian really irked him. He could not understand how Dorian, even with his bad reputation. Still got laid as much as he did. "Oh well." Eric shrugged. "It is not like Nicole is going to go sleep with him. Plus I think tonight is the night I try and move our friendship foward." Eric thought to himself.

As the day came to an end, Eric stopped by the store to pick up a few things for dinner. He was no gourmet chef, but thanks to George Foreman and Google, he could whip up a moderately tasty dish. As he put the finishing touches on dinner the doorbell rang. "Perfect timing." he said to himself, as he went to open the door.

"Ohh!! something smells good." Nicole said as she embraced Eric, and made her way to the dining room to eat.

"Well it is nothing special. Hopefully you like it."

"I'm sure it will be just fine." Nicole said, using a tone that put Eric at ease

While eating dinner, Eric waited until the subject of work to come up, before asking Nicole about what happened earlier. "So what did Dorian want want with you?" Eric said, trying to mask any contempt in his voice.

"Oh nothing. He just wanted to know if I wear a thong or not." Nicole said nonchalantly, while keeping a straight face.

"Are you fucking serious?!!" Eric blurted out, before catching on to the fact that Nicole was only teasing him.

"Woah!! Chill out. I was only kidding." Nicole said as she gave Eric a triumphant grin. "Looks like some is jealous."

"No I'm not jealous. I just don't understand what women see in him is all."

"Yeah I mean he only has the most beautiful shade of alabaster skin I've seen on a man, and looking into those gray eyes of his would turn any woman's nether regions into a wet sloppy mess." Nicole said as she playfully kicked Eric under the table.

"Ok I've heard enough. Sorry I asked." Eric sighed.

"Oh stop being a baby. I was only joking." Nicole said, while dismissively waving her hand. "You know I know better than to fall for his type. Only thing he wanted was to tell me that I have been selected to go with y'all to that conference in Atlanta."

Eric's mood softened upon hearing this great bit of news. He was already mentally planning all the fun they could have together while out of town. "It will be like a mini vacation on the company's dime." He thought to himself.

"Oh ok cool. Listening to some boring ass speeches during the day is a small price to pay for a free trip to Atlanta." Eric said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

That excitement was about to come to an end. Nicole's work cell phone ringing, would be the first in a series of unfortunate events for Eric.

"Dammit, fucking, shit!!" Exclaimed Nicole as her phone rang. As she picked up the phone Eric could tell the news was not good. "Fuck!! Ok I'll be there shortly." Nicole said, as she jammed her finger into her phone to turn it off. "That was Alice. She said Clint (one of the clients they work with) fell and gashed his head open. I'm sorry, but I am going to have to take a raincheck on t.v. watching. Maybe this weekend?"

Eric hated the fact that a huge monkey wrench foiled his plans for the evening, but the trip was around the corner. So he still had a chance to win Nicole over. "It's cool babe. You know work comes first, and this weekend is perfect for cashing in that raincheck."

"Awww you are such a sweet, understanding man. If you are not careful I may decide to snatch you up, and keep you for myself." Nicole joked, as she stood up, and kissed Eric on the cheek before leaving.

That last sentence made Eric's stomach flutter a little bit, but he managed to say, "goodbye," before Nicole closed the door behind her.

Well the statement "when it rains it pours" could not be more true for Eric, because on his way to work the next day he was hit by a teenager, who cared more about what was being said on her phone. Though there were no serious, life-threatening injuries, Eric did suffer from several cracked ribs. However, it was a serious enough injury to cause him to be out of work for awhile, and more importantly, miss the Atlanta conference coming up in 2 weeks.

Eric did not have to spend a long time in the hospital, but he did have quite a while before he could be back at work. While at home, his friends came in and frequently checked on him. Nicole made sure she stopped by on a daily basis to check on him. This helped him feel better about his chances with her, once he recovered. 

The day before the conference in Atlanta Nicole stopped by, and assured Eric that she would text and talk to him as much as she could. Staying true to her word, Nicole kept frequent contact with Eric. Eric was apprehensive about Nicole going to the conference, since Dorian would be there too, but the fact that she kept steady contact put his fears to rest. That was until his phone buzzed late one night. It was a message from Nicole.

"Girl I am so glad you talked me into it. I think it is going to take a day for my pussy to dry up, and my toes to unclench."

By this point Eric was shaking with rage, as he sat there contemplating on how to respond to what he just read. "WTF!!" Was all he could manage to send, and his phone buzzed again shortly afterwards.

"Oops I am so sorry. I meant to send that to Jennifer. Please don't be mad at me :(." 

Knowing it would just rub salt on the wound if he sent anything back, Eric just threw his phone across the bed and muttered, "that stupid bitch. She is just like the rest of them." 

Eric spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to get any sleep. Over the next few days he ignored all calls, and texts from Nicole. What he could not ignore were his friends Craig and Derrick, blowing his phone up, trying to get in touch with him. After seeing it was futile talking to him on the phone, Craig took it upon himself to show up at Eric's house unannounced, making it impossible to avoid him any longer.

Craig rushed in as Eric opened the door. "Man you have missed all the action since you have been at home. I have it on good authority that Dorian laid the pipe to your girl Nicole." Craig said in an almost boasting manner. "I told you dog, you should have hit it before someone else did."

Craig was the type of friend that if he saw any type of a weakness in someone, he would tease them unmercifully. So it was all Eric could do to keep his emotions in check, less he wanted to be verbally eviscerated by Craig.

"Yeah yeah yeah. You were right. But if that is the type of dude she wants then more power to her." Eric said trying to convince Craig, and more importantly himself, that Nicole would not be good for him anyway.

"Yeah that's what I'm talking about brother." Craig chimed in, while holding his hand in the air for a high five.

Eric slapped his hand against Craig's and asked, "so is there anything else I need to know or is that it?"

"Naw man that's it. So when do you think you will be back at work." 

"Probably another week or so." Eric said, relieved that Craig quit talking about Nicole.

Eric spent the next week in misery, wanting to shoot himself for not really pushing anything with Nicole sooner, and cursing that dumb ass teenager for running into him. Causing him to miss out on a golden opportunity. Nicole took the hint that he did not want to be bothered, and ceased to make contact with him. Eric dreaded the next day because that is when he would go to work, and deal with what happened in Atlanta.

Eric pulled into work, and made his way inside. He just wanted to go to his office unnoticed. That would just not be the case. Co-workers swarmed him as though he were a celebrity, or a long lost child returning to the fold. Eric said his pleasantries, then went into the break room to get some coffee, before burying himself in his work. A couple of hours went by, and Eric was thankful for the peace and quiet. Until he heard his door open and it was none other than Nicole.

"Oh great." Eric sighed under his breath. "Just when I thought I was in the clear. I guess it was inevitable." He told himself.

"Well hello there stranger." Nicole said with an apprehensive smile. "Long time no see. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to come back."

Eric was all to familiar with this game of guilt. He has seen it one too many times, and he learned the best approach is to play it cool, because once you flare your temper, it will get somehow turned around on you. "Eh well you know a little thing called a car wreck had me out of work for awhile."

"Well looks like you had quite the welcome back." Nicole said before switching to a more serious tone. "Ok all jokes aside, go ahead and let me have it. Tell me how stupid I am for hooking up with Dorian."

Again Eric knew what Nicole was doing and was not about to give her the chance to turn it on him. "Ahh for what. You are a grown woman. I not your father, or your keeper. So you can fuck whoever you want." Eric said, making sure his eyes locked with Nicole's, hoping she could feel the venom in his delivery.

"You robotic, emotionless asshole. This is the very reason why I hooked up with Dorian. He has machismo, a swagger if you will. If you would let your testicles drop and be a man for once, it would have been you drilling this pussy."

"My my such language." Eric retorted. 

"Gah!! Why did I even bother coming in here." Nicole said, while throwing her hands up.

Eric could not help but to smile inwardly. Seeing Nicole blow up confirmed his suspicion she felt guilty, and looked to blame him to ease her mind. "You know me Nicole, getting all mad and emotional is just not my way of doing things. Anyway are you done now? If so I got a lot of work to catch up on." Eric said in a casual, deadpan manner.

"Yeah I'm done here, you fucking jerk!! Do me a favor and pretend like we were never friends." 

Before Eric could open his mouth to say anything, Nicole stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind her. As she walked out Eric took a moment to relish in the fact that he was able to keep his cool, and not go on an emotional tirade.

A few minutes later Derrick, Eric's more levelheaded friend strolled in. "Man I didn't know I was across the hall from a war zone. Had I known that, I would have popped some popcorn."

"Ahh you know how people are when you get the best of them. I guess she thought I was going to go off on the deep end. Then she could flip it on me. I mean she still tried to blame me, but whatever, I am the one who does not have a guilty conscience."

"Whatever you say man. Anyway you need to invest in sound proofing this room. I am sure half the company heard that little meltdown."

"Good!! they can see what an unstable bitch Nicole really is."

"Yeah yeah you ain't fooling anybody. Name call all you want, but I know for a fact if given the chance you would still get with her, even if Dorian beat you to it."

The truth was that Derrick was right. Even though Eric was able to keep his cool, he still would drop everything in a heartbeat for Nicole.

Dorian made it no secret about his latest conquest. Every chance he got he would rub it in Eric's face, that he got Nicole first. Whether it was having her excessively coming in and out of his office, or them going to lunch together. They made sure that Eric was able to see them come and go. There was little Eric could do about the situation. Except just ignore them, and not give them the satisfaction of thinking they got the best of him.

Eventually like all women before Nicole, Dorian moved on and found a new girl to play with, leaving Nicole devastated. Since she thought she was going to play him first. So it wasn't long before Nicole went to Eric seeking forgiveness.

"Got a minute?" The text said, as Eric's phone buzzed. 

It was from a number that was not saved in his phone, but Eric had no problem recognizing who it was. "Dammit after all this time I'm still weak." Eric cursed himself. "Sure what's up."

After a few minutes passed with no reply, Eric resumed working again. Thinking it was some sort of game Nicole was playing. Before too long his door was opened, and there stood Nicole. "Damn." Eric mouthed softly, as she stood there looking good as ever.

"Look I am very sorry for the way I have been treating you these past few weeks, and I know that a few words won't change anything overnight, but I would like to have my friend back." 

"Well I never went anywhere you are the one who ditched me remember." Eric said firmly.

"Yes I remember. It was because I felt guilty about what I did, and when you didn't yell or act like you were hurt. It was like you didn't even care." Nicole said as she looked away trying not to cry.

"Well I did care and still do, as a matter of fact, but I just didn't want to get into a screaming match with you." 

By this point Nicole had tears forming in her eyes, and Eric made his way over towards Nicole and gave her a light embrace. She in turn wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hard squeeze. "You have to forgive me, you just have to." Nicole pleaded as her tears started to streak Eric's shirt.

Nothing softned Eric more than a crying woman. Even at his maddest, he did not have it in his heart to kick Nicole while she was down. "Ok, you are forgiven. But it is not going to happen overnight." Eric said, with a hint of defeat in his voice.

"Oh I promise to do everything in my power to make sure I don't mess up again." Nicole said as she coiled her arms tighter around Eric.

Eric grimmaced a little as Nicole hugged him tightly. "Easy girl, you know my ribs are still tender."

"Oh I'm sorry." Nicole said, as she quickly unlatched herself from Eric. "I just carried away. But anyway if you are not busy this weekend we should go out, and rekindle our friendship."

"Sure that is fine with me. I don't have any plans." Eric said, as he felt his testicles retreat to his abdomen.

"Oh good. I was hoping you would say yes." Nicole said in a gleeful tone. "Anyway I know you are busy. I just thought I would come by and bury the hatchet. See ya later." Nicole winked and walked out of Eric's office.

"That damn girl is going to be the death of me." Eric said to himself.

Little did Eric know that although Nicole wanted to rekindle her friendship with Eric, she also wanted to use this as a chance to get back at Dorian. Nicole was the type of girl that sought vengence no matter the cost. Even though she liked Eric, her desire for revenge trumped any other logical thought.

Nicole and Eric started off slow, but eventually things started to heat up again. Nicole used this as an opportunity to set her plan in motion.

"So have you fucked him yet." Said a voice on the other end of the phone.

"Nope, but I plan on it tonight." Nicole replied.

"Ohhh you are so bad. Leading this poor man on all this time."

"Oh shut it Jennifer. Not even a few months ago you were cheering me on to sleep with Dorian. So don't pretend you care for Eric's well being."

"Well in my defense. You and Eric were not together, plus Dorian is hot. If you didn't sleep with him I'm sure someone else would."

"Very true. I just hate that I let Dorian get the drop on me like that. It is usually me who gets to play the guys, not the other way around."

"Well I guess you have to lose sometime." Jennifer said, trying to help Nicole feel better.

"Yeah, but I am a very sore loser dammit. Although I do feel a little guilty for dragging Eric in all this. Oh well. At least he will get some pussy out of the deal. That is what most guys want anyway. Right?"

"Very true." Jennifer said. Knowing that Nicole had her mind set, and nothing she said would change it.

"Eric will be here soon so I better get off here."

"Ok girl bye. Please text me the juicy details later." Jennifer said before hanging up the phone.

Eric was at Nicole's doorstep not too long afterwards. A bulge in his pants started to stir, as Nicole answered the door wearing nothing but a sports bra and boy shorts.

Nicole immediately picked up on the excitement in Eric's eyes, and in his pants. "Got him right where I want him." Nicole said to herself.

"Umm ok well looks like someone is comfortable." Eric said examining Nicole from head to toe.

"Well you should feel free to join me." Nicole said with an evil grin, while tugging at Eric's shirt trying to take it off.

Eric wasted no time taking his shirt off, then he took his pants off, leaving him standing there in just his boxers. After pausing and admiring Eric's half naked body, Nicole took him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom. 




Nice Guys Finish Last



After making it to the bedroom, Nicole started kissing Eric, using her lips to assault his. While they kissed Eric was using his hands to relieve Nicole of her shorts. Shortly after they were both naked, it started to hit Nicole that sleeping with Eric would be a mistake. In her blind quest for revenge she had forgotten the type of man Eric was. It started to become clear that if she slept with him there would be no going back, and though she wanted to use Eric, she wanted to do so while causing the least amount of damage possible. Though it sounded crazy, it made perfect sense to Nicole.

So before going any further, Nicole backed away. "I'm sorry Eric I thought I was ready for this, but I don't think I am ready to do this just yet."

Eric let out a deep sigh as his erection started to subside. "It's ok. I don't want to do anything that we may both regret later." He said, as a hint of sadness lingered in his voice. "Well I guess I better put my clothes back on and get going." 

"No please stay and just hold me for a little while Eric." Nicole pleaded, feeling a wave of relief come over her, as Eric did not seem to be too upset about her not sleeping with him.

They laid there silent for what seemed like an eternity, before they both drifted off to sleep. Just shortly after one o'clock in the morning Eric woke up in a panic, realizing that he was still at Nicole's house, and not his own.

"Shit." Eric said jumping out of bed waking up Nicole. "I better get going I have to be up early in the morning."

"Ok, be careful." Nicole said groggily, as she rolled back over and went to sleep.

The next day at work Eric and Nicole made no mention of what happened last night, and it was never brought up. Though the flirting came to a halt, Nicole made sure to make as much body contact as possible when at work. Hoping word would get back to Dorian.

Nicole's plan worked, because even though he saw Nicole as a conquest, Dorian kept track of all of her and Eric's actions. It was not that he hated Eric, he just simply saw him as competition. Even though Eric never really shown any interest in taking Dorian's job. The higher ups were always talking about how great Eric was, and how well he got along with everyone. All the positive talk towards Eric left Dorian nauseated. So if there was anything he could do to one up Eric he gladly did so.

Eric was not completely oblivious as to the game Nicole was playing. He just had no idea how far she was willing to go, because he had never had the opportunity to see her devious side, but he was about to get a glimpse.

One night Eric and Nicole had planned on going to the movies. But several hours before it was time to go Nicole's phone buzzed. 

"Cancel any plans for tonight. I will be there in the next hour."

Nicole felt a pang of guilt and excitement at the same time. She felt guilty because she was about to blow off Eric, but she was excited that Dorian finally took notice of her again. Her plan for revenge would finally come to fruition. She planned on giving Dorian an evening he would not forget, then brush him off to show him she had the upper hand.

Eric had come to face the fact that he and Nicole were going to be no more than friends. He took solace in the fact that even though Nicole would be extra clingy at work, it seemed like it was just to jab at Dorian. Which was more than okay with Eric.

"Hello." Eric said picking up his phone.

"Hey I'm sorry, but I am going to have to cancel plans for tonight. I'm not feeling that well."

"Do you need me to go get you anything from the store?" Eric asked in a concerned voice

"Oh no I'll be fine. It is just probably something I ate. I am going to take some medicine, then lay down." Nicole said trying to sound sick

"Oh ok well I hope you feel better. Call me if you need anything."

"Ok thanks hun. I will."

After getting off of the phone with Eric Nicole took a quick shower, then she put on the sexiest robe she could find, and wore nothing underneath. Before too long she heard a car pull up. Her stomach was a bundle of nerves as she opened the door to let Dorian in.

"So are you going to come give me a kiss or what?" Dorian said.

As he spoke, and she saw him standing in her doorway, Nicole knew it was going to be hard to be able to stick to her gameplan. Nicole made her way over to Dorian and put her arms around his neck to kiss him, but he stopped her dead in her tracks.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? You know what I mean about giving me a kiss." He said pulling down his shorts and boxers, while firmly pushing Nicole to her knees. "You know only kiss I want is you kissing my cock." 

By this point her game plan was thrown out the window, and Nicole succumbed to Dorain's commands. As she was coaxed to get on her knees, Nicole parted her lips, and wrapped them around the tip of his cock.

"Ohh that's it slut." Dorian growled while grabbing a handful of Nicole's hair. "But let's see you give all of my cock a kiss, and not just the tip." With one thrust of his hips all 9 inches of Dorian's cock was buried in Nicole's throat.

The pressure of Dorian's cock was too much for Nicole at first, and she put her hands on his thighs to try to get him to slow down, but that just seemed to make him go faster.

"Ok that is enough for now. Take your robe off and bend over the couch and show me that dripping wet gash, and that tight little rosebud that I will be wrecking soon."

Thankful to get a break from having her throat fucked. Nicole scampered over to the couch, wondering to herself why this man has such a hold on her. As she bent over the couch with both of her holes exposed, Dorian licked his thumb, and pushed it in her ass, then used his other hand to finger her g-spot. All Nicole could do is whimper in pleasure as her holes were being worked over.

"Ohh Dorian I can't take much more. Please fuck me. This is torture. I want your cock in me now." Nicole said while writhing under his fingers.

"Only if you are lucky slut. I may grant your wish. But right now I love the sight of you whimpering like a cat in heat." Dorian said with a smirk. "As a matter of fact I think I want another kiss from those soft lips of yours." 

Nicole let out a soft moan as Dorian removed his fingers, and laid back on the couch. Nicole made her way between his legs, and before Nicole could kiss his cock Dorian grabbed Nicole by the hair again, and guided her under his balls.

"I want to see dirty you willing to get. I want you to stick out that slutty little tongue of yours and give my balls a good licking."

Still powerless to resist. Nicole obeyed Dorian's every command, using her tongue to lick under his balls, and even teasing the area right above his asshole. "Ohh that's it I knew you were a dirty little cunt."

Nicole's moan got louder as she continued to graze her tongue across Dorian's ass. Proving that she was willing to do anything to please him. Without saying a word Dorian pulled Nicole from his crotch and turned her around on the couch. While she was turned around, Dorian thumbed her asshole, and verbally degraded her the while thumbing her asshole. In the mist of all the action her phone went off.

"Who the fuck is that calling you?" Dorian barked. "Too bad they can't see that you are busy getting finger fucked in the ass." He chided. "Maybe I should answer the phone and let them hear you moan like a whore in a brothel."

Nicole hated the fact that Dorian had this kind of control over her body. She was powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. "Please dont," was all she could muster the strength to say. Knowing it could probably Eric on the other end, and that would be the last thing she needed. Having him hear her in this vulnerable position.

"Damn I guess she is not feeling good." Eric said, as he hung up the phone. "But it is not like her not to pick up. I think I will go and check on her." After throwing on some clothes, Eric hopped in his car and made his way towards Nicole's. Not knowing the surprise he was in for.

All Dorian could do was laugh, as Nicole begged for him not to pick up the phone. "Ok slut. I will be nice, and not answer your phone." With one smooth motion Dorian replaced his thumb with the tip of his cock. He continued to laugh as his thick mushroom dialated Nicole's stubborn opening. Eventually Dorian was able to bury half of his cock in her ass before he started pumping. Pulling it almost all the way out and shoving it back in. 

"How does that cock feel in your ass Nicole? You love it don't you. You want me to empty my balls inside your ass don't you?" Dorian taunted her, as Nicole pushed back on his cock. "That's it bounce on that cock. Show me you want it." Dorian then grabbed her shoulders and pushed it all in, showing her no mercy.

"Ohh that's it Dorian ram that cock into my ass." Nicole cooed, as she tightned her anal muscles to milk Dorian's cock.

When Eric made it to Nicole's house and saw that Dorian's car was there, all he could do is go down the street and turn around. "That is it I'm done with her ass. I am really done. No wonder she has been so distant. I bet she has been fucking him this whole time." Eric said, scolding himself for not seeing this before now.

It didn't take much longer before Dorian unloaded his seed into Nicole's ass. "What a beautiful sight." He boasted, "millions of my potential children resting safely inside your asshole."

As she felt Dorian shoot inside her ass Nicole also felt something else, and that was the taste of humiliation. Not only has she messed up a good friendship with Eric, but Dorian proved that he could do whatever he wanted, and her body loved him for it.

"Well my job here is done, and for being such a great little fuck toy I will keep this between me and you...well for now anyway." Dorian chuckled, as he got dressed and left Nicole a hot, sweaty mess.

After spending some time crying, and beating herself up. Nicole got up and checked her phone, and sure enough it was Eric who called.

"Fuck my life." Was all she could murmur, before picking up and calling him back.

Not in the mood for finesse, or game playing Eric picked up the phone and said, "I came by to check on you and saw Dorian's car there."

"Eric I am..." before she could finish he had already hung up.

"Like I said I'm done with her. I don't even have it in me to get upset, because I should have known. Ahh well you live to learn I guess." Eric said to himself, while hanging up the phone.

After hearing the Eric hang up on her, all Nicole could do is throw the phone down and cry.