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Fulfillment: I will tell you later
Nature: I will tell you later
“What’s your name, cutie?”
It was nearing the end of the frat party and I was tired, but I still blushed and replied, “I’m Ashley.” He was actually pretty cute; I leaned forward expectantly.
Instead of telling me his name, he pressed, “God, an Asian sailor girl? You’re so fucking hot.” To an extent, I had to agree—I’d gone all out this Halloween. A short blue skirt hugged my waist, and my legs were exposed from high thigh to a white pair of heels. A loose white blouse with blue trim covered my thin bra, and I topped off the look with a white handkerchief that held back my hair. I’d gotten plenty of compliments this evening, but something about this guy’s direct approach turned me on. When he suggested having a conversation “in private,” he had my full attention.
He led me down a short hallway and into a room—a bedroom, from the looks of it. Pictures of frat boys, girls in bikinis, and university paraphernalia hung from the wall. Hm. Someone else’s room. I was brought out of my daze by the sound of the door lock clicking, and I spun around. My new friend was standing in the doorway, and the bulge in his pants betrayed his intentions
“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he said gruffly. He’d caught me off guard—it was degrading, but it was also intensely provocative. A complete stranger, in another random boy’s room, demanding a blowjob. Before I could stop myself, my eyes flitted quickly to his bulge, and he must have caught me. “You know you want to,” he continued. I might’ve laughed at that gem if I hadn’t been so turned on… as it was, I really, really wanted his dick in my mouth.
I knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his shorts as he stood over me. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slid my mouth over his shaft. I’m such a slut, sucking this random guy’s cock, I thought to myself—the thought turned me on. Well, in any case, it was too late for anything. I swirled my tongue around him, tasting him, and a small moan escaped my lips. His cock grew to its full thickness as he moaned back, and I felt a pang of satisfaction at his apparent approval. As I bobbed my head up and down, I reached down toward my panties to touch myself.
“Yeah, rub yourself, slut,” he said. I did, moving my fingers into my panties and over my pussy, which by now was dripping wet. As I pleasured myself I sucked his dick harder, pausing from time to time to stroke his long shaft with my hand. I felt his balls tightening, and I took my hand out of my panties to cup his ballsack. I stroked him rhythmically with my other hand, until—
“Oh!” he shouted as a spurt of cum shot from his dick, hitting my chin. Another hit me on the cheek, then my forehead, then my lips. His cum was warm on my tongue, and I let it linger as he came down. His face, twisted with pleasure, began to relax, and his breathing slowed. As he picked up his shorts and started to button them, I drifted off, thinking about how hot that was.
“Mmm, you’re my little Asian sailor slut now, Ashley,” he grunted. “I’m going to tell everyone what a dirty little whore you were tonight.” He turned toward the door, and I wanted to respond, but no words came. I was used, I was nothing but a fuck toy to him, but somehow I had just loved it. I’d loved having this random man’s cock in my mouth, I’d loved pleasuring him, I’d loved it when he called me a slut, and I'd loved it when his cum dripped down my face.
He was gone. I wiped my face off with my handkerchief, something to keep for the memories. I hadn’t even learned his name.