I suppose the strangest thing about my current predicament was that I had always been something of a ?good girl.? I knew from a fairly young age that with my long dark hair, bright hazel eyes, and clear complexion, I could have nearly any guy I wanted wrapped around my finger. I didn?t take advantage of this. Instead, I did everything I could to melt in, unnoticeable, with the rest of my classmates. I wore glasses instead of contacts, and a sharp, ballerina bun in my hair instead of letting it fall down in thick waves to meet my still developing ass. I turned down the boys who had eyes only for my blooming bosom, limiting my romantic experiences only to a rather grandiose imagination. I dreamed of white knights, clean of blood and sweatless even after hours of battle, embracing me for secret kisses on full moons. I dreamed of saving myself for marriage.* But here I was, lying exhausted and hot on the floor, covered in the cum of three different men, and just barely nineteen years old. I was pumping my fingers in and out of my still aching honeypot, moaning and eager as I looked back into the lens of the camera filming my
Sex hikayeleri every move. I fucked myself harder and harder, listening to the squishing noises of my pussy juices as I pressed against my swollen g-spot. I felt myself climaxing once again, and I lifted up my shaking hips, spreading my pussy lips wide open with my other hand before finally rocking into a screaming orgasm. As I collapsed, my cameraman took out a handkerchief to wipe off the girl cum I had squirted on the lens in my ecstasy, smiling at my delirious form.* ?So, I guess you liked that??* ?Oh god, yes,? I panted without hesitation to this man, already standing hard in front of me once again. I was a slut, a squirting slut, and I loved it.* ?Have you checked her number yet, Alex??* ?Yeah, it?s an eight, higher than ever,? snickered the brown-haired man towering above me, ?she?s turning out to be an even better subject than we could have possibly imagined.?* A towel was tossed at my bare form, along with a simple silk slip and panties. I groaned, disappointed by my dismissal from the lab, which earned me a swift slap across
Sikiş hikayeleri my face from the man who had presented me the garments.* ?Remember your place or it will be even longer before your next test. Now clean up and go back to the dorm.?* Knowing that his warning was genuine, I quickly followed his orders. My obedience earned a smile and wink from Nick, the rookie cameraman, before the more seasoned pair of Alex and Rob pulled me away. After a brisk walk through the corridor, I was quickly shoved in to my already open room, lucky enough to fall into the cot on which I slept instead of the hard wooden flooring. Just as quickly, I heard the door shut behind me, trapping me there with my thoughts until further notice. It was then, just as I did so many nights before, that I began to reflect on just how I came here, and how I had transformed. __________________________________________________ __________________ I was in my final class that day, counting down the minutes until I could leave the sweltering classroom and go home. No matter how many times I adjusted myself on my seat, the sweat coming
Erotik hikaye off my calves still left a darkened outline on the plastic and my chafed skin found little relief. I regretted not wearing longer shorts. My glasses wouldn?t stop slipping off my nose, and I finally became so irritated that I simply took them off. I had always been a good student, and I was sure I could go without taking notes at least this once. Instead, I turned my focus to the slightly blurry head of the girl in front of me, a foreign exchange student from Brazil who, judging from the way that her head tilted, had already fallen asleep. The boy on her right had begun drawing what looked like a penis on her leg, earning a few barely restrained smiles from the other equally bored students surrounding us.* I felt slightly sorry for the girl, who had the reputation of being both stupid and easy, a bad combination. I?d even heard that she?d given her current tormentor a blowjob earlier that year when she first arrived, but I knew from experience that a lot of guys in our school would exaggerate or outright lie about their sexual conquests to earn respect. It was sad, but I resigned myself to watch silently; making any effort to stand up for her would only make me a target.* And so I watched, hoping the teacher would turn around or that the girl, Maria, would wake up and give the boy a good kick in the balls.