I spent months mooning over my ex who dumped me his first semester of college. I would have given anything to get a text or anything. Last week, something rather interesting happened when I missed a test in my computer class, something that had me bent over my teacher's desk getting fucked by both the teacher and the class burnout.
They made me cum so many times that I forgot my ex's name.
So naturally, that was the day my ex finally texts me. He wanted to talk, supposedly. I deleted the message.
The next day at school, my stomach was full of nerves as I approached the computer classroom, but it was exciting, too. I'd let Shawn and Mr. Godwin dominate, spank, and use me, and for the next hour I'd sit with them like it was a normal school day. Would I turn red and burst into flames? Would our classmates be able to sense what I slut I was? I avoided every eye as I sat in my normal spot. The space between my thighs was throbbing and I had to press them together to calm myself down.
I wore the shortest skirt I owned, and Shawn had his hand up its hem as soon as the bell rang and the rest of the class focused on Mr. Godwin. I straightened up, remembering the way he groaned around my nipples, like he'd imagined sucking on them and was finally experiencing his fantasy for real. My nipples became erect, and I hoped he could see them. I wore one of my thinnest bras, too. Shawn leaned over and whispered in my ear, "What's your number?"
I sent it to him in chat and he slipped his finger into my panties.
Mr. Godwin's lecture washed over me without penetrating as I focused all my energy on the sensations between my legs and keeping myself calm so the class wouldn't notice my arousal. Shawn drew his finger up and down my vulva.
The teacher finished talking and stared right at me. My classmates may not have noticed what Shawn and I were up to, but Mr. Godwin most certainly did.
The class broke into small groups. "Can we do this another time?" I hissed at Shawn.
He popped his finger into his mouth and tasted me.
I rolled my eyes. "That wasn't an answer." I turned to another table and offered to partner up with one of the other girls in my class. We made our way through the assignment and maybe I managed to learn a thing or two. I escaped the computer class without a scarlet letter erupting across my sweater.
When I checked my phone in the evening, I found another text from Ben. "Miss you so much, babe. I'll be in town this weekend. Can I see you?"
Shawn sent an eggplant emoji. "Cum suck my dick sluuuuut"
I fingered myself to orgasm remembering yesterday, and Ben texted again.
Damn, exes are annoying. Just when you're done pining over them, they come back all thirsty. I was done with the whole boyfriend thing. I'd be in college in a few months, and I wanted to be experienced when I got there.
I texted Shawn back. "Ru free Saturday afternoon?"
"Only if u want 2 fck"
"Meet me behind the garage at 3. Don't be late."
Then I told Ben to meet me there at 3:30.
Figuring that Shawn would be late, I rounded the corner behind the old garage at 3:05. The garage was always abandoned, probably closed, and backed into a forested lot. Ben and I had met there a ton when we were still dating, it was a semi-private place for when we couldn't be alone at our homes. Shawn leaned against the cement block wall. His hair was clean and fell into a smooth dark sheet down his shoulders. He took a drag from a joint and offered it to me.
I wrinkled my nose. "I don't do drugs."
He shrugged and extinguished the cherry. "You said not to be late, and here you are. I should punish you for that."
"You should."
Shawn pinned my wrists together and spun me so my back was against the cinder blocks with my arms up overhead. He drew the back of his hand down the side of my body, sending delicious electric tingles up and down. My breath hitched in my throat and Shawn bent down and kissed me. It was a tender kiss, a good one, our first. He'd come in my mouth and cunt before ever kissing me, unlike with Ben who I held off for months with makeout sessions and petting before I let him put it in. I returned the kiss, melting into his hot mouth and dripping down the side of the building.
Then he spun me around and pushed me into the wall. I turned my face to the side so my cheek pressed against the cinder blocks and my breasts pushed into the wall. Shawn grabbed my ass cheek under my skirt, hard.
"Why are you wearing panties?" He smacked me, and I cried out. "You trying to convince someone you're not a slut?"
"No," I whimpered, closing my eyes as he rubbed his hand over my ass.
"Good, because I'm not buying it." He smacked my ass again and pushed the crotch of my panties aside. He fingered me, roughly, and I moaned into the wall. He thrust another finger into me and I pushed my ass back, wanting more sensation.
He withdrew his fingers. "You don't get to cum before I do. Get on your knees."
I turned to obey, kneeling on the rough gravel. I'd thought I was in control of the situation, setting it up so that Ben would catch us, but I was powerless under Shawn's domination. "Call me Master," he said, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his long, hard cock.
"Yes, Master." I swallowed the head eagerly, tasting his salty precum as I made a seal with my lips and bobbed up and down on his cock. I wrapped my hand around it's base and took him as far into my mouth as I could. One of his hands tangled in my hair and he used it to control my head. He pulled my hair and held me steady and thrust into my face. He came, spurts of semen bathing my throat.
