Collegegiate Sluthood Continues Ch 04

Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 4

The girl's evolution into sluthood is expanded and revealed...

Additional tags: interracial, college, sluts, anal, promiscuity, loose morals, sexually liberated women, BBC, ass-to-mouth, creampie swallowing, anal creampie, light rough sex, fantasies, rimming (girl-on-guy), rimjob, face slapping, spanking, novella-type series, consensual sex, multiple POVs.

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Natalie

Wednesday Morning.

She had been walking for a few minutes, when she started to notice the car driving up behind her...

It was early morning - the fresh fall air chilly on her exposed legs as she headed towards campus and the three classes she had that day. It would have been an almost typical college morning except for a few snags.

The day before, Natalie had received an unexpected email about a meeting with the Vice-Dean which got her feeling nervous. It was not uncommon for students to meet with the college official, but it usually portended bad news to be called in to the admin block outside of the end of the academic year. The Vice-Dean rarely saw students directly unless there was something significant and she couldn't fathom what it might be other than a disciplinary action.

The other pressing issue was her car, which had broken down just that morning. Maybe it was just a flight of post-hoc fancy, but she had felt uneasy as soon as she sat in the driver's seat earlier, moments before turning the key. The engine had only responded in a series of long, stubborn coughs that, by the tenth fruitless turn, had sunken her hopes. It wasn't altogether surprising - it had been happening on and off for the past few months and she suspected that her beloved vehicle was at death's door.

"Oh, come on! Please - not now, baby," Natalie begged of her once trusty car. She regretted not taking it to get serviced, but the last time she did, the bill had wiped out her checking account.

Frustrated, she accepted her reality - her faithful companion that had navigated her through countless busy mornings and long interstate drives had died on her. She had hoped the car would last at least till graduation as she certainly didn't have the budget for a replacement.

The words of Lisa, her housemate, popped into her head with one of her many laconic reminders about

the old rust-bucket

- her exact words - with annoyingly prophetic wit. Lisa was not one to avoid speaking her mind - even if her advice was not often useful other than to highlight her propensity for condescension.

"Fuck," Natalie swore as she slammed the door, followed by immediate remorse as though she'd hurt an old friend. The car was indeed an old thing - one she'd bought with part-time work in high school. Everyone told her it would not last six months, but she had managed to get four years. Disappointed, Natalie had embarked on her journey to campus as a pedestrian.

It was a half hour walk to campus, she figured, and she would be late for her first class. She considered texting Micah - her classmate - but she did not see his car outside Frampton House and figured he had left already. She might have normally left a little earlier, but she had extended her morning routine with some yoga stretches - to help with the recovery her body had been through over the weekend.

It did not take long for her to realize her choice of attire was not best suited for the walk. Already, she could feel the gust of wind swirling around her, threatening to blow the loose fit of her skirt above the hem of her thighs - and with each step, she felt the snug fit of her thong riding between her buttocks. But turning back would mean her missing her first class for sure.

On a typical day lately, she might have felt sexier in her increasingly risqué attire, but the pressing thoughts swirled in her mind - preventing her from fully enjoying her new sexuality.

"You're a slut now - embrace it," Natalie had told herself that morning as she examined herself in the mirror, wearing only her thong. Her white skin still bore the markings of the weekend - a few blotches of pink coloration from where she had been spanked or gripped too many times, courtesy of the manhandling from the boys of Frampton. But it was hard to be a slut without a car and less than two hundred dollars in her checking account to last till the end of the month.

Natalie deliberately averted her gaze as she walked past Frampton House, trying not to think much about the sordid things she'd done there just a few days ago. It was impossible though - as even the attempt at suppressing her thoughts conjured up a tapestry of devious memories - of her naked body embedded between muscular male equivalents, a collage formed by the raw, vivid sensory overload of her last visit there.

One last parting glance at the house, obscured by the tall trees in the front yard - made her heart beat a little faster. In the quiet, ordinary daylight, it seemed innocent enough and it stirred up conflict within. Barely two months ago, Natalie could have sworn she was asexual. Now she called was a slut - one who dressed and acted as such.

Even as she walked past, her sense of unease didn't dissipate. Instead, it resonated with the other troubles going on in her mind - her increasingly lacking frugal discipline, the ongoing feud with Lisa, the unusual email for her to meet with the College Vice-Dean. Her busted car. It wasn't a stretch to suggest that perhaps Frampton House and her new devotion was at the heart of it all.

Maybe she was being punished by some kind of God. She had read the bible once and knew per its text she'd be called a sinner - if she cared about such concepts, but those were her parents' beliefs, not hers. They'd be so disappointed in her - that she had lost her way, taking it up the ass from a handful of big dicked black boys and getting poorer while doing it.

A few minutes round the end of the lane, almost at the junction with Roebuck Street, she heard the car driving up behind her. Just as she realized she was being followed - the loud car honk sounded from behind her - making her jump.

"Yo, Natalie! Where are you headed in such a hurry, girl?" she heard a familiar, cheerful voice greet her.

A moment earlier, a gust of wind had lifted the fabric of her skirt - no doubt flashing the driver a view of her derriere. Quickly, Natalie spun round to face him - and it shouldn't have been a surprise to see that behind the wheel of his big, black SUV was Jerome - a wide grin on his dumb, handsome face. She had to stop herself from adjusting the thong that had squeezed between her cheeks - but she was certain her camel-toe would have been in his line of sight.

"Oh! Hey Jerome!" she called back, suddenly elated to see the Frampton House resident.

He beckoned at with his hand. "Heading to campus? Jump on in. I damn near crashed the car watching your ass."

Natalie blushed as she opened the car door and stepped inside, a soft flutter of butterflies in her belly. "Thank you so much," she said as she strapped in for the ride. She tried not to think of the last time she'd been with Jerome and what the two had done. His hands were certainly liable for some of the marks on her skin. "Really nice of you."

"Don't mention it, girl. What are neighbors for," he mused and fixed his eyes to the road. "Hey - where's that old jalopy I seen you in? Don't tell me it's kicked it? Could've seen that coming..."

"I couldn't get it to start this morning," Natalie sighed in frustration. As subtly as she could manage, she lifted her butt of the seat and adjusted her thong, making it feel more comfortable. If Jerome had noticed, he made no indication.

"Damn. Tough luck! Well, you call on me anytime you need a ride, hear? Matter of fact, I bet any of the boys will be happy to give you one too. Did you ask Micah? Don't y'all have classes together? I thought y'all were tight..."

Natalie nodded. "He went in earlier to work out."

"Say what? Work on what?"

"Work out. At the gym."

"Micah? Gym? Really? Well damn, it's about time his skinny ass started putting on some weight," he chuckled.

It took just under ten minutes for them to drive through the traffic - and it felt like a breeze. Maybe it was his presence or his large, comfortable car, but Natalie felt relaxed - almost as if they'd known each other for years. Maybe sex leads to familiarity, even though she'd only known him for a few weeks. She tried not to think of it, but it was almost impossible.

Truth be told, he did know her well. And she knew him. How many times had Jerome been inside her? How many times had they pleasured one another? Through sex, they had spent countless hours getting to know one another. She recalled all the sessions they had together, her learning how to please him, her body adapting to his size and appetites. The recollection of their previous encounters - followed by her graduation to full sluthood fluttered through her mind, bringing a smile to her face and a sense of distraction. Her mood had certainly improved.

If she had felt underdressed earlier, she certainly felt overdressed now. Hot even, like she was about to break out into a sweat. She spread her thighs slightly, the heat building between sticking to her skin. On the other hand, he looked cool and casual - dressed in a baggy, white sports hoodie and black baseball cap.

She cast quick, furtive glances at him - noticing his neutral demeanor. She wondered when he'd bring up the past weekend's orgy. She was certain that Frampton House would have been abuzz with chatter of her initiation. Boys talk about that sort of stuff, especially if they'd all participated in it. But instead, he looked nonchalant - his eyes focused on the road. She secretly hoped he'd look at her - maybe notice her state. Maybe call her an

anal slut

.

"Fuck," Natalie whispered under her breath as she realized that she was horny. She was horny in that intense way she got around the boys of Frampton. Their influence, the way they made her feel, was affecting her life - for better or worse. There was a spot underneath his jaw that she kept glancing at - knowing how sensitive he was to being kissed there. She recalled how hard his cock had throbbed in her hand, the last time she had run the tip of her tongue along that spot on his neck.

"You say something?" he asked. They were just pulling into the two-story campus car park. There were quite a few cars parked already, but he had managed to squeeze in between two occupied bays. His husky voice breaking through the silence caused her heart to skip.

I want your big black cock in my ass

- she thought, her asshole puckering as she recalled the memory of the last time his hard cock had been inside it.

"I - just wanted to say thank you... for the ride," she intoned with sultry affectation. This time, it did not go unnoticed, and he looked at her with a long, lingering stare - as though his eyes could harness the power to disintegrate her clothing. She welcomed it, wanting nothing more than to be naked in his presence. Lust that had previously been thought dormant now coursed through and she sensed he could tell.

Jerome's eyes moved over her body to her thighs, noticing the height her skirt had ridden up to. An inch further up and he'd be able to see her mound. But he smiled politely and offered a diplomatic out - just in case he'd read her wrong.

"I already said you ain't got to mention it. We're friends, ain't we? More than that, I like to think."

"More than that?" She queried, biting her lip as she leaned into her impulses. "Fuckbuddies?"

Jerome laughed. "Nah... You're my slut, remember? That means you're mine to use whenever I want."

The crudeness of the answer startled her, but she was too enthralled to figure out if he was being genuine. Instead, she followed her instincts. "So... as your slut - don't I get to thank you? Not just for the ride... for everything."

Beg him to fuck your ass

- a voice inside her head whispered. It sounded almost like Andrea's voice, which is not surprising as that is probably what her slutty friend would have advised her to do.

"You already have, baby. And you will again. Soon as I'm back inside you... you'll be thanking me again and again," Jerome reasoned confidently to her question, turning the car off.

Natalie took a deep breath as she considered her words. "Well... what if I just want to... you know? Suck your dick right now? To say thank you properly."

Jerome raised an eyebrow. "I guess I got the time."

"Please?"

"Do something for me first..."

"What's that?"

"Take your top off - get them titties out. And if you're gonna start on my dick, you better finish," Jerome explained. "Did you say you got class at ten?"

"Eleven," Natalie lied. She had already decided to skip her first class in favor of her slut duties and per his instruction, she unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra. At the same time, he unzipped his jeans, her palpable lust having affected him.

"You might have to skip it," he warned her, before reaching out with his palm to fondle her exposed breasts. "Damn girl... your titties are so nice and soft."

The weight of his touch on her breast fully invigorated Natalie's lust, while the sight of his dark meat, bobbing and swelling free in his crotch, banished any lingering doubt. Just as his hands massaged her breasts, squeezing the soft, sensitive flesh with possessive tact - so did she reach out and clasp her fingers around his spongy flesh, feeling it pulse and swell with vitality and life-giving purpose. A single pearl of pre-cum slicked her fingers and the thought of savoring it was the only issue her mind was willing to entertain. Her lips quivered in anticipation, as she leaned in closer...

In the distance, the sounds of campus life filtered in - the nearby grassy field where students would sometimes throw frisbee, toss a ball, or smoke weed - sounds of non-descript hollering and chatter and laughter. Jerome had parked out of direct sight of any passersby, protected by the concrete barrier that walled the car park. Still, the risk of being caught was always there - should a student venture close enough to the car to witness the sight of his hand guiding a blonde-haired head towards his lap.

Once upon a time, Natalie would have scorned the thought of so much as kissing someone in public. Now she was casually performing fellatio in a car public car park. But being in Jerome's presence had fired her lustful synapses - and his firm, meaty instrument filling her throat was the exact tonic she needed to feel better.

"Aww fuck... suck dick, baby, suck dick," Jerome moaned as Natalie lavished his erection, her mouth stretching to accommodate his expanding hood with each bob of her head. She arched her back as she eased her body into submission - the feeling of cock in her mouth putting her into a trance like devotion - as did the rich, musky scent and flavor of his spongy flesh. His soulful moans and words of encouragement were the final note in the spell.

Like all the boys of Frampton House, Jerome groomed himself well - his rich, masculine aroma a boon to her senses, as was the pride in being able to swallow his lengthy, black pipe. Added to that pleasure was his hand still groping her breasts, titillating her as he rolled and pinched her nipples. With his other hand, he ponytailed her hair, guiding her bobbing, slobbering lips. The angle and space in the car confined her - but she was making the most of it, as she adjusted in her seat so she could press her face into his stomach, her mouth and throat squeezing and lathering his shaft with zeal.

Jerome had inclined his seat back so he she had more space to work with, his underwear and jeans lowered below his knees, allowing her to deepen her throat on his pike. "Suck my balls," he insisted as he pulled her off his shaft and onto his scrotum - adding a few spanks to her butt to punish or encourage her - depending on how she chose to interpret the sting on her rump. It only made her feel like being even more of a servile cocksucker, winding her head up and down until thick bubbles of spit slithered and pooled around the base of his column. "Clean all that spit off my legs. Keep it classy."

Reading the firmness of his tone, Natalie vacuumed up the liquid around his thighs - licking and sucking along his dark, skin - before being allowed to resume sucking again. Jerome seemed to get angrier the hornier he got, his hands roughly pinching her nipples and pulling her head up and down purposefully.

Both their moans filled their cars - his satisfied grunts in between whispered crude compliments and dirty talk - while hers were more mewls and whimpers, derived from the increasingly submissive state she was descending into, in between broken, slimy gasps for air and sloppy gagging. But she displayed her devotion to his pleasure by tucking her legs on to her seat, her ass raised while she fellated him - arching her back as she contorted her whole body in oral service.

"Suck bitch. Suck my fucking dick... oh fuck so close... nasty, big-titty slut... you're such a good little cock-whore," he growled. His hand had now taken over the head-guiding duty while his other hand had snaked its way under her garments, her skirt having been pulled up around her lower back and her thong pushed aside.

I thought I was an anal slut?

Natalie whimsically pondered, while her face was smothered into his muscular, chestnut-colored thighs continually - in between glimpses of daylight and quick breaths through her nostrils. Quickly, her disposition had changed - from a bad morning to suddenly relishing that sweet, submissive joy that only sucking big, black dick could bring.

She moaned loudly as she felt Jerome's hand on her ass - groping it firmly, leaving a tender taste on her exposed flesh - before feeling a slick digit push against her sphincter. Not too hard at first, just enough to tease the ring. But it was an affectation that spiced the heated swirl of lust within her - and, at that moment, anyone standing by the passenger side of the SUV would not only have an impression of Jerome fingering her ass, but also see her fondness of the molestation by counting the pearls of arousal that trickled down her pussy lips.

"Keep sucking, slut," Jerome panted, encouraging her as she slathered his thickness with her throat. "Keep working that sexy mouth on my dick."

He was getting close; she could feel it. Her newly attuned senses told her so as she stroked a steady, deliberate rhythm with her head, her mouth pulling up and down on his shaft. The sound of wet gagging and airy sucking filled the air - Jerome's moans quickly became all he could utter - no longer perturbed by the thick drool that bubbled out of the corners of her lips and pooled at the base of his thighs - his digits pulsing in rhythm with her motion as he finger-banged her holes. She could feel his legs spasming uncontrollably. She could taste the tang of his pre-ejaculate, his moans signaling the impending edge. And then she accelerated, bucking her with persistent speed, slurping and slurping until she had him shaking and quivering, finally boiling over.

"Ohhh fuuuck!" Jerome growled harshly, instantly flooding her mouth with a terrific explosion of ball-juice. In response, Natalie deep throated his spasming tool and swallowed the deluge - just as Jerome held her head in place, his legs squirming as he thrusted his erupting spear upward into her skull. It took a moment for the act to be complete, and neither were satisfied until the last drop had been transferred.

"Are you OK?" she enquired a moment later, savoring the gift of his warm seed on her tongue as just reward for her efforts.

Jerome had laid back in his seat, his eyes closed and his chest heaving as though he'd sprinted ten miles. She licked her lips and then stroked her tongue across his shaft, balls, and thighs - tantalizing him back to life as she cradled her face in his crotch. His hand had stopped moving, but his thumb was still embedded in her asshole while the tip of his index finger slowly snaked in and out of her pussy.