1 comments/ 23641 views/ 5 favorites You Say Slut Like it's a Bad Thing By: fgoddess Laura's head lolled as a light in the room snapped on. The motion seemed to continue after her head stopped moving, and she realized groggily that she was hammered. Oh God, she thought, as she turned and saw Dave approaching. Now I remember. I must have fallen asleep. The cool air hit her bare breasts and the rest of the memory came rushing back. Zara had asked her to go to the club with Dina and Dave. She'd been more than ready to dance her butt off, and had enthusiastically agreed. Three hours of sweaty, pulsating release later, they'd tumbled into Dave's hotel room and shed the pounds of winter layers. The hotel was right on campus. Dina's roommate had voted "No" to the idea of listening to Dina and Dave hump all night, and as it turned out, the room was a great after-party spot. When Dave started lining up vodka shots and Dina found a great beat on the radio, Laura had whooped and drank with the rest of them, pounding the shot glasses down on the counter with each one. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Wow. Had it really been six? Dave sat on the end of the bed and her head swam. Yup. Definitely six. Holy crap. What had she gotten herself into? It had all been fun until Dina and Zara started making out. She'd been disgusted. Not because she didn't like girls. That was not the issue at all. She just didn't like Dina or Zara. Dina was at least fifty pounds overweight, and Zara reeked of cigarettes. The thought of kissing her made Laura want to hurl. Of course, she was close to that anyway. When the girls began kissing her and removing her clothes, she'd realized what she'd missed before. This was a set up. Dave came into town. Somebody wanted a threesome. They asked her out, and somehow thought that made it a foursome. Yech. "Stop. Stop!" she'd said, pushing the girls away, but not before they had gotten her topless on the bed. There had been a tug at her heels and a rush of air as Dave had ripped off her jeans. Without a moment's thought, she'd raised her hips to help him, luxuriating in the cool air after a long night of sweaty gyrating. She was too drunk to really care. Or maybe it was that there was one person there she didn't want to resist... When the girls and Dave tried to coax her into the shower, she'd put her foot down. Or rather, she'd gone limp on the bed and repeated, "No," until they'd left her there. She had no idea how long ago that had been, but in the dim light she'd lain back down and had obviously fallen asleep. "Hey, you ok?" Dave's voice drew her from her thoughts and she suddenly remembered that with the exception of her red satin panties, she was butt naked. Thank God she'd worn nice panties! Wait, why wasn't she pulling the sheet over herself? His dark eyes travelled slowly over her body to her meet hers. She felt goosebumps explode across her skin and heat flushed her cheeks. She shifted backward, away from him, and covered her breasts with her arms. As she tried to sit up, the world shifted and she sank back again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." His voice was quiet...and kind. It was disarming. She opened her eyes, still keenly aware of his own eyes on her bare skin, and attempted a smile. "That's ok. I gotta go. Where are my clothes?" She tried to sit up and the world tilted again, and she groaned. "I don't think you should go anywhere. It's nearly dawn anyway. Just sleep here." Laura pulled the sheet around herself and managed to sit up, steadying herself with her hands. "Yeah, right. Like Dina would be cool with that." She looked around, but couldn't see her clothes anywhere. He gave a soft snort and she turned to him, startled. It was then that she noticed that he was still dressed. At least, he was in a t shirt and boxers. "Dina's in her own world," he said. He gestured and she followed his gaze. Through the open bathroom door she could see pink, moist flesh pressed against the shower stall as the two girls went at each other. "Didn't you want to join them?" she asked. "Not really. This was Dina's idea." "But, don't all guys want a threesome?" "Not like that. I don't know what Dina told you, but we're really friends, not boyfriend-girlfriend. At least, I was determined to make her understand that this weekend. And then she came up with this idea. I thought it might be worth it since I hadn't met Zara, but..." Laura smirked. Now she knew why he'd looked at her with such hunger in his eyes. He wanted someone...just not those two. She wasn't one to be egotistical, but she was a kabillion times hotter then both of them. As a varsity athlete, she was strong and lean, but her petite body was also blessed with full, natural breasts and a generous ass. Altogether it made for a delicious mix of soft curves and lean muscle. When she lay in her bed, her pelvic bones jutted so perfectly, so enticingly, that even she found her hand between her legs too often. Still, for all that she rocked her God-given gifts, she wasn't a slut. In fact, she wasn't particularly attracted to many people at all. And yet, through her haze, she found herself studying Dave's frame beneath his t-shirt. He was tall, with broad shoulders that curved with muscle beneath the fabric. They hinted of the promise of even more delicious abs, and she found herself understanding why Dina tried to wrangle this friend into something more. "Well, I appreciate your offer to let me stay, but I think I should go home. I'm totally wasted, Dave." She looked around again. "If I could find my clothes, that is." He held up the thin, nearly see-through tank top she'd been wearing. "You mean these clothes?" His full mouth pulled up at the corner. He swung it on his fingertip, teasing her. "Yes!" She reached for the tank and he grabbed her wrist. "I'm wasted too, you know," he said. He shifted closer to her, his thigh pressing against hers beneath the sheet, and she felt her heart pick up. Why hadn't she noticed his strong jawline before? His fingers reached for the sheet covering her. "Why this? I've already seen you." He started to peel the sheet from her fingers, and for some reason, she didn't stop him. A moan came from the bathroom, but he didn't turn. His gaze remained locked on her as she let him expose her once again, her heart pounding. The sheet fell away and she shivered. "Mmm, God, Laura." He licked his lips as she felt her nipples harden in the cool air. "You're so fucking hot." His hand still gripped her wrist, his hold tightening with his growing excitement. She shook her head, trying to clear it, but it was a whirl of drunken chaos...and something else...desire. He must have thought she was trying to tell him no, because he tugged her to his chest. "Yes, Laura. Not no. Yes." His voice was thick and deep, strengthening the new desire flickering to life in her chest. But she couldn't do this! Dina was only steps away, no matter what he said, and she was too drunk. She was a lot of things, but she wasn't the kind of girl to just get hammered and fuck another girl's man...a man she'd just met. She tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like iron. "Let me go," she murmured, as she struggled to twist free from his grasp. He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "You don't mean that." His free hand cupped her breast, and heat flooded her body. She twisted again, roughly, and his smile grew as his fingers pinched her nipple. She gasped. "I mean it, let me go!" He tilted his head, ignoring her struggle and watching her breasts heave instead. He ran his thumb over her aching nipple, which had swollen with her desire. She wanted to let go, to stop struggling and let him explore her now-hungry body...but that wouldn't be right. Her heart pounded as she fought against her own desire. His fingers pinched her nipple again and she bit back a moan. "Please, Dave. I can't do this. I'm not a slut!" Though her words were begging him to stop, she felt her pussy grow wet. She was a liar, and he knew it. His stormy eyes met hers and she saw the depth of his hunger. He lunged forward, grabbing her free hand and shoving her down onto her back, her hands pinned above her head. Her chest heaved with her need as he straddled her. He let his weight settle onto her hips and released her wrists. She immediately began to struggle beneath him, but he laughed as he slipped off his shirt. Oh, God, she thought, her legs quivering. He's so fucking hot. His muscled torso was lean, but strong, with seemingly endless abs. What was that, a freaking 24-pack? Who looked like that? He was like an action figure. Jesus, no wonder Dina tried to lay claim to him. Suddenly, she realized that he was smirking at her and she flushed. He knew that she was done pretending not to want him. He placed one hand on her chest, directly between her breasts. There was nothing sexual about the touch, and yet, it was intensely arousing...as if he knew that by touching her anywhere but where she wanted it, he would melt the last of her resistance. "Tell me to stop, Laura. Tell me you don't want me." She felt his erection pressing against her panties, and the image of him driving deep inside of her filled her mind. Her panties were nearly soaked, and he'd barely touched her! She bit her lip. All she could think about was how many other places she wanted his hand. "I mean it. Tell me right now that you don't want me, and I'll let you go." He leaned over her until his lips were just inches from hers. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded. Her mind fought for control, willing her to tell him she didn't want him. Just say it, she thought desperately! Get your clothes on and get out of there! But her body wouldn't listen, and she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. The second his lips met hers, she moaned, her lips parting. He snorted as his tongue drove into her, promising that she would be well-used. He rose on his thighs a bit, releasing her from the pressure of his weight, and slid his hand down her stomach. She whimpered through their rough kiss as her body took over completely and her pussy silently begged for him. He rubbed her through her panties and she bucked, pressing into the caress. His fingers slid inside her panties slowly, inching closer to her moist pussy. Her head was spinning, but now it was not the alcohol that had her in a whirl. He slipped one fingertip across her pussy, tracing just inside the lips, and she kissed him harder, her nails digging into the back of his neck. He pulled away and smiled down at her as he pulled his hand out of her panties. His fingertip was glistening with her desire. "No, you don't want me at all, do you, Laura?" She closed her eyes and shook her head and he laughed lightly. "You're going to think I'm a slut," she murmured. He chuckled again before sticking his wet finger into his mouth. "Mmmm, Laura. You taste delicious." He slipped his fingers beneath her panties again, sliding one just inside of her. Instinctively, her pussy muscles tightened, desperate for the penetration. He slipped his finger back out and she sighed, her hands gripping his thighs as he straddled her. "Here," he said. "You taste." He offered his soaking finger, holding it just above her lips. "Open!" he commanded. "You're mine now, Laura. You'll do what I say." Obediently, she opened her mouth and he slid his finger inside. She sucked his finger, tasting her own need. "Mmmmmm, Laura. I can't wait until that gorgeous mouth is wrapped around my cock." She bit her lip as tears of desire and shame filled her eyes. She couldn't wait either. He pulled away and grabbed his t-shirt from the bed and spun it into a tight rope. Then he took her hands again and pressed her wrists together. She gasped as she realized his intention, the makeshift rope binding her wrists so tightly that they hurt. Her face twisted with discomfort. "Does that hurt?" he asked, seemingly concerned. "Yes," she breathed, finally finding her voice again. "Good," he growled, yanking her bound wrists over her head. "You said you weren't a slut, so I have no choice but to take you. Because I am going to fuck you tonight, Laura." The tears returned to her eyes and she shook her head. "But I'm not resisting you anymore." "I'm not taking any chances. If you want your hands free," he ground his erection into her panties, "then you're going to have to beg me like the little slut that you truly are." He moved off of her as he tugged off his boxer shorts. His throbbing erection sprang free and she gasped. It was enormous! She shifted, instinctively moving her pussy away from him, and he laughed. "There's nowhere to run now, little girl." He straddled her again, but began moving forward, bringing his cock to her lips. "Don't be scared. I'll start with your mouth. You can worry about how hard I'm going to fuck that soaking-ass pussy while you suck me." He pressed his cock against her face, tracing it across her lips. Her mind screamed at her, begging her to take him into her mouth, but she still felt an inner resistance and she kept her lips sealed. "Open!" he demanded, smacking his cock against her lips. She shook her head, realizing that her resistance was exciting him. Ok, she thought, if you want to take me, then you'll have to take me. "Open!" He slapped her face and she gasped, and then gagged, as he shoved his huge cock into her open mouth and down her throat. He pulled back, freeing her from choking. "That's it," he said, as her lips closed around his cock gratefully. "That's a good girl now." His cock was as hard as a rock, but the skin was velvety soft on her tongue and she sucked him with enthusiasm. He grabbed her head, pulling her hair out of the way as he rocked his pelvis, fucking her soft mouth. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he slid deeper and deeper into her mouth. "Ooooooooh, yeah, Laura," he moaned. His pleasure created an echoing spike of desire in her and she sucked harder, licking the bottom of his cock in delicious strokes as he penetrated her. "Jesus!" he gasped. Her desire deepened and she felt herself relax her throat, taking him further in. When her mouth met the base of his cock, he bucked slightly, almost choking her again. "Sorry," he whispered, for the first time out of control. She groaned through his cock and he shivered, telling her with his body what he couldn't say. She hummed lightly, something that she'd always thought about trying. He shivered again and she hummed more, her mouth vibrating as she sucked him. She felt his thighs begin to shake and he pulled out, leaving her hungry mouth gaping. "What's wrong?" Maybe the humming hadn't been as good as she'd thought it would be. "Nothing's wrong, Laura," he admitted as he slid back down her body, still straddling her. "In fact, nothing has ever been so right." He leaned down and kissed her neck and she giggled. "Aaaaah, someone is ticklish." He kissed her neck again and she twisted involuntarily, as he chuckled. His kisses trailed across her collarbone to her breasts and she sighed as his mouth found her nipple. His lips closed around the sensitive skin and his tongue played with the swollen button at its center. Her breasts rose as she arched her back with pleasure and his hand grabbed at her other breast, twisting the flesh painfully and then releasing her. She closed her eyes. "No, Laura," he demanded, in charge once again. "Look at me. I want to see the desperation in your eyes." She met his gaze and he smiled as he lowered to her breast again and sucked it. Oh God, her pussy was what was desperate. She wanted him so badly. He sucked her harder and harder, until he'd nearly pulled her nipple from her body and pain shot through her. "Ow!" she protested, and he laughed. He released her nipple and sat up, considering her. Suddenly, he smacked her other breast, his hand stinging directly on her nipple, and she gasped, her eyes widening. "You know you like it, Laura, don't you?" She licked her lips, but was silent. He smacked her breast again and then grabbed the nipple, pinching it until she cried out. "Say it, Laura. Tell me that you like a little pain." He pinched her again, harder, and she yelled in actual protest. That had really hurt! "I'll keep going until you say it," he warned. He smacked both breasts, the abuse now searing her greedy nipples. She felt the tug of need from deep within her body. She'd never realized how much she liked the pain. If she were honest with herself, she didn't want him to stop. He pinched both her nipples and tugged them hard, the pain so intense that she lifted off the bed to alleviate it. "Say it!" he demanded. "Say, 'I'm a slut who likes the pain.'" "No! I'm not going to say that." He smacked her across the face and she gasped in shock. "Say it, you fucking slut. Tell the truth!" He smacked her face again and she acquiesced, growing slightly frightened of what he would do if she didn't. "I'm a slut who likes the pain," she whispered. He laughed, driving his hard cock against her panties. "Louder, Laura. I can't hear you." She bit her lip. "I'm a slut who likes the pain," she said aloud. He pinched her aching nipples one more time and tears of acceptance came to her eyes. "Yes, you are." He slid lower on her body, but before she could protest, his lips met her stomach and her head rolled back. "Your body is amazing, Laura," he said, between lapping kisses. "Your stomach is so flat and tight." She sighed as his mouth trailed slowly lower. He sat up and stared at her lying prostrate between his legs. He ran his hands up her stomach and over her breasts, firmly sliding them over her flesh and then back down again. Down, down they went, until they reached her hips, where he slid them beneath her ass and she arched with pleasure. It was incredibly sexy, lying there with her hands bound above her, nearly but not completely naked, waiting for him to give her the pleasure he knew she ached for. "Yes, that's it. Give yourself to me," he urged, sensing her shift to welcome his touch. "Do you want to be free?" No longer embarrassed by any of her desires, she shook her head. No, she did not want to be free. In fact, that was the very last thing she wanted. He smiled, pleased with her admission. "Good, because I'm not going to free you anyway." Her mouth opened in shock and he fingered her lips, sliding his fingers into her mouth. "I may never free you again, Laura," he teased, as she sucked his fingers. "I may just leave you bound and fuck you every minute of every day until I die." She shuddered as he lowered his head to her stomach once more. Thank God, she thought, as his mouth travelled lower. When he was just an inch from her pussy, he grabbed her thighs and spread them roughly. Not content with her just being open, he pushed them farther and farther apart. "Jesus, Laura, how fucking flexible are you?" He sat up and grabbed her ankles and spread her legs into a full split with a pleased moan. Yes, she thought, moaning herself. There were many benefits to being an athlete. He pulled her legs together for a moment and ripped off her panties before yanking her legs back open as he settled between them. She was wide fucking open and the cold air hit her soaking pussy like a promise. He lowered his mouth and she waited, silently begging for his touch. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she felt his tongue slowly drag across her entire pussy. "Oh, God." She wiggled with pleasure. He murmured, pleased with her response. His tongue licked softly along her pussy lips, tracing up and down. "Mmmm, Laura, you're like dessert." His fingers spread her pussy as he sought her clitoris. She fought the urge to buck, knowing that letting him have his way would be best. His tongue lapped faster, circling inward, and alternating soft strokes and hard, almost tugging, flicks. The urge to raise her hips to meet those strokes was getting harder and harder to resist as she held her breath. When his tongue found her clit, she lost control and her pelvis thrust into him. You Say Slut Like it's a Bad Thing He gripped her hips, stilling her, and raised his head to meet her gaze. "Not yet, Laura," he said, and she nodded, biting her lip. He plunged back into her pussy, breathing harder, and she concentrated all of her energy on remaining still while he coaxed the growing orgasm from her center. The pressure in her pussy grew stronger as his lips circled her throbbing clit and he sucked. She cried out, her hips straining against his hands, where they pinned her down. He sucked harder...and then softer...and then harder. Jesus, she was going to explode. He was amazing. She'd never had anyone lick her like this, not even girls. "Yes, Laura," he murmured. "Focus. Let yourself go." As he lapped her clit, he slid his fingers inside her. "Christ," she moaned, digging the nails of her bound hands into her own palms. She could feel the shudders starting in her core and her pussy clenched, now insane with desire to be filled. His fingers curled, tugging at that amazing spot again and again. How could he have known? Only she knew that spot. As his fingers thrust and tugged, he kept the pressure of his tongue on her clit and she felt the shudders coming harder. She was shaking from head to foot as she tried to endure the rising pressure. It was almost painful. She rocked against his fingers, her body seizing with every tug until a huge wave of heat washed over her and her eyes flew open. "Oh, no! You have to stop!" She suddenly felt like she had to pee. Shit! "No, Laura," he said, his fingers tugging harder. "It's ok, just release." "No, you don't understand!" He had to let her go before she released something he really didn't want. "Yes, I do. You feel like you have to go, I know." He smiled and tugged harder and she groaned. The pressure was unbelievable. "You won't, I promise," he said. "When you're ready, just push down, ok?" She nodded, confused, but unwilling to stop the delicious feeling growing in her pussy. The pressure built as he tugged harder and she felt the orgasm coming, the waves of pleasure bubbling up from somewhere so deep inside of her that she'd never felt it before. When she couldn't bear it a second longer, she obeyed Dave's command and she pushed. She exploded and screamed as her come shot out of her, dousing his hands. The contractions of her pussy wracked her entire body, as she shook and convulsed. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized that she'd just squirted. She'd never thought that was real, but both she and Dave were soaked with her pleasure. He smiled. "Shit, Laura, you're amazing." Her body continued to pulse and clench with aftershocks of the fading orgasm. She was speechless. That was the most explosive orgasm she'd ever had. What was even more shocking to her was that despite coming that fucking hard, her only thought was now his cock. Her pussy was dying for him, she needed him inside her, now! His fingers gently stroked her pussy as he waited for her to recover. He tilted his head. "So, are you done now, Laura?" His fingertips circled her clit and she shook her head. "No, Dave," she said, finally using his name. He'd definitely earned it. "I'm not even close." He grinned and wrapped her legs around him, rolling her back until she was tilted up to take him as deeply as possible. She panted, her lips trembling. She knew that there would be no more waiting, and she couldn't be more grateful. As her desire crested again, he drove his cock into her like a freight train. He was so big that she could feel her pussy stretching to accept him. She moaned as he pulled out incredibly slowly and then drove into her again, slamming into her cervix, the knife of pain making her insane. "Yes!" she cried. "Yes, Dave, please!" She squeezed her pussy, gripping him to give him the tightest ride possible. "Jesus," he growled, responding to her efforts. He grabbed her ankles again, spreading her legs wide as he thrust into her. He stared into her eyes as he fucked her so hard that she was sure she'd be ripped in two. His hips were wild...driving, twisting, thrusting and she arched her back, rising to take him deeper, stronger. He took her right leg and twisted it over her so that her pussy was turned to the side. He grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, gripping them painfully as he drove into her pussy walls. She moaned, excited by the exposure his hands had blessed her with as he spread her. She couldn't possibly get more turned on. It was impossible. His finger slid into her ass and her eyes fluttered. She was wrong. "Yes, Dave," she whispered, knowing full well that he wasn't asking her permission. He used her own juice to wet another finger and he slipped two fingers into her ass as he fucked her. Oh, God, now she wanted something she'd never imagined wanting. His two fingers began to spread her tight asshole and the tears of desire returned to her eyes. Was she really that much of a whore? That she'd let a strange man finger her ass...and that she'd want him to fuck her ass? As her ass began to soften, she realized that the answer was yes. Finally, he pulled out of her pussy and rolled her onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees and elbows. "You're going to give me that tight little ass, Laura." His fingers slid into her asshole, spreading her again, and she moaned. "You're just lucky that I like you enough to warm you up." She felt his fingers slide out of her ass, and then the following touch of the head of his cock. Oh, Jesus. She braced herself. This was going to hurt. As his cock pushed into her ass, she gasped at the intense combination of pain and pleasure. "Yeeeeeesssss," he hissed as he pushed into her. "You're a little slut that likes the pain." His hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks as he pushed harder. "Oh, God." Tears of pain slid down her cheeks, but she wanted more. She wanted that giant cock deep inside her ass. She was a little slut that liked the pain. As he continued to thrust in her ass, she felt it soften and accept him, still tight, but with more pleasure than pain. His slow thrusts grew stronger as he began to fuck her ass as hard as he'd fucked her pussy. "Jesus Christ!" Dave cried as he drove into her. "Yes, Laura, yes! Fuck yes, you fucking disgusting little whore!" The more that he cursed her, the hotter she felt. She pushed back with her ass, begging him for more. His cock was amazing. Her ass was screaming with pleasure. Her thighs shook as a new orgasm came for her, rocking her from the inside out. She felt her ass and pussy clench as Dave reached his climax with her and drove that much harder. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as they both screamed and his come exploded into her ass. As the orgasm rocked her, he held her there, pressing himself against her ass as the pulse of his orgasm finished within her. "Whew!" he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her, a small trickle of his come leaking from her destroyed asshole. Her whole lower body throbbed like she'd been beaten, and in the end, she supposed, she had. Jesus, thank you, she thought as she breathed deeply, her heart finally beginning to slow. She rolled over to face Dave, who lay facedown and panting. She bit her lip and held out her bound wrists. "Help?" He gave her a lazy smile and began to untie her. "Are you sure you don't want me to keep you tied up?" She laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not sure of that, Dave." She sighed and flexed her wrists as he released her. "So, I'm going to assume that you do think I'm a slut now." She dropped her gaze, realizing the magnitude of what she'd just done...what she'd let him do. He pulled her close, surprising her with the gentleness of his gesture. "Of course I think you're a slut, Laura." Her mouth dropped open and he chuckled. "I just don't know why you think that's a bad thing," he added, and she laughed, finally giving in to the idea that maybe that wasn't a bad thing. "What the hell is this?" Laura and Dave whirled to find a naked Dina, wrapped in a towel, her face red with outrage. Zara hovered in the bathroom doorway behind her, eyes wide. Shit. That's right. At some point Laura had remembered that Dina thought of Dave as her boyfriend...or at least that she wanted him. "This," Dave stood, seeing the horror on Laura's face, "is what happens when you make the mistake of bringing your hot-ass friend back to my room and pumping her full of vodka." He smacked Laura's bare ass playfully as she got up and started pulling her clothes on frantically. She jumped at the smack, feeling the spark of desire at the mere thought of him. Dina pointed at Laura. "You bitch! You pretended to be too drunk to fuck and look at you." Laura started to speak, but Dave jumped in. Completely naked, his now soft cock still looked delicious as it swung from his muscled groin. He strode up to Dina and shoved her finger away. "Shut up, Dina! This whole threesome was your idea so you could have fun, and so you could coax me into bed. I'm sorry that your little plan didn't work out, but I intended to tell you the entire time that we aren't together, and we'll never be together. Now, apologize to Laura!" "No fucking way, Dave," Dina shouted. Laura tugged on her coat. She had to get out of there before the approaching eruption. This was all her fault! Why didn't she just leave in the first place? As she headed for the door, Dave grabbed her arm. "Where are you going?" "Home, Dave. This was a mistake. I'm sorry." He shook his head. "No. This is my room, so I make the rules. You are staying." He whirled to Dina. "And you are going." "What the fuck, Dave?" Dina stamped her foot. "You came here to see me." "Yes, and you decided you'd rather fuck Zara, so why don't the two of you go to her room and pick up where you left off?" Laura's head swung between the two of them, desperate to escape the conflict, but Dave had an unbreakable grip on her arm. Dina whirled and grabbed her clothes, yanking them on angrily. "Let's go, Zara," she growled, as the other girl hurried into her own clothes. As she stomped to the door, she turned and looked back at Laura. "You are a fucking SLUT!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. Laura jumped and then sank onto the bed as Dave released her wrist. This was awful! She didn't mean for any of this to happen. Suddenly, Dave laughed and she looked up, confused. "What?" He laughed harder. "She says that like it's a bad thing." Laura felt a smile tug at her lips. It was pretty funny, now that she thought about it. Right now she could feel his come seeping out of her...as well as her own. Her pussy felt like it had been tenderized, and she was pretty sure that her ass would be sore for a week. Dina was right, she was a slut...and she felt awesome. She realized that Dave was standing before her, still entirely naked. She slid out of her winter coat and raised an eyebrow. She reached out tentatively and touched his cock. "You didn't get a chance to see what happens when I'm not bound." His cock pulsed at her touch and began to harden. He shook his head. "You can't possibly want more." She gripped his cock with her small hands and sank to her knees in front of him. "I could say the same thing to you," she smirked, looking up at him through her long, dark eyelashes. She stroked his erection to life and then wrapped her mouth around his hot cock. God, she really did want more. She had no idea how her body would survive it, but she had to have him again. She slid her hands around to his ass and pressed him into her, sliding him farther into her mouth. He moaned and his hands wove into her hair. "I'm so fucking glad that you came out tonight, Laura."