Dirty Erotic Oneshots - Mistress_ Red (books to read now txt) 📗

you cherry popped cock loving little bitch!"

Well she begged me to cum inside of her, and I mean really begged me, and I eventually obliged, I came inside of her with gush after gush of cum, and she came too in what was obviously one of the best orgasms she had never had in the whole of her 18 years.

She bucked, she thrashed, she shuddered against me in her orgasmic state, she kissed me all over my face, she laughed, she wailed, she practically sang out her pleasure and I was glad we were the only ones in the dorm that weekend because she certainly made one hell of a racket.

And Dirk slept through it all.

Finally her orgasm subsided and I made sure my balls were well and truly emptied in side of her spasming pussy. She sagged against me with a moan of satisfaction and sloppily kissed my neck.

I let her,"That was wonderful baby boy," she slurred and her eyes began to close, I slapped her face, not too hard but enough to waken her.

"You aint finished yet bitch," I said roughly and she looked sleepily bewildered. I pinched her tits and that made her squeal and her eyes jerk open.

I sat up in the bed and made her do the same even though all she wanted to do was sleep, spunk was flooding out between her legs, but I forced her head between my legs and made her use her mouth and tongue to clean me up.

She did it too, and would you believe the bitch really got into it again? For a third time and she lost another cherry on my bed that night, I butt fucked her, had her straddle me, facing away from me, holding onto my legs and filling that lovely brown bottom full of my spunk; she was almost completely gone by then, she didn't even scream that loudly when my cock filled up her tight asshole.

I spat into her asshole to lube it, and I pushed the helmet of my cock into place and began to make my entry.

She strained to get away from it but I held her shoulders and soon her asshole began to give, and my cock began to slide into her asshole and she groaned and bucked but I was successful and she was wedged onto my cock and her butt cheeks clamped around my cock shaft as I rolled back and forth, smiling at the popping sound as we squelched together, cock to butt.

She obeyed me when I told her to bounce back and forth on my firmly wedged cock so I could eventually come for a third time, I know she didn't enjoy it as much as me as she cried as she was doing it, but she did it and she did it real well.

Her distress combined with the fact she was also aroused actually made me last longer than normal, and I pounded her butt for as long as I could, and then I thrust long and hard and upward and I gushed up into her bowels in wave after wave of hot streaming spunk.

She jerked forward with the first spurt inside of her, crying out as she did and I gripped her still heaving buttocks and rammed harder inside of her and made sure my balls were well and truly empty and her butt was well and truly filled to the brim.

"Have you finished baby boy?" her voice shook and sounded small and weak when she finally managed to say something, "Oh God my ass really throbs, it's on fire, oh God, oh God, oh God!!"

"You're nice and full,"I said and she let out a moan.

"I feel bloated and full up, my bottom really hurts."

She began to cry and I said.

"But you're nice and full though, aren't you baby girl?"

"Yes," she croaked out, "Really full, oh God, oh God"

"You got what you wanted, didn't you?" I said roughly and she moaned and squirmed.

"Yes," she moaned and her head turned, "It's wrong, but I wanted it, oh God I wanted it!"

I started to pull my foot up and it brushed against her face and she turned again and I felt her lips brush over my toes, a tongue flick out and she lapped, yes she lapped at my foot.

Rochelle it seemed had drunk herself into such a stupor that every sexual primordial desire was pouring out of her, she had so it seemed an ability to get rip-roaringly drunk, but be very much awake on a subconscious level, a level that very much base and desire orientated.

Every now and then the real Rochelle surfaced but it was I realized the real Rochelle on another subconscious level.

There was no way she was aware of what she was doing, not on a conscious level, I knew this instinctively and I reveled in it.

I enjoyed the sensation of her mouth working on my foot, she then moved to my other foot, ministering to it in the same way, licking, sucking, and lapping and mewling and when I had enough I pulled my foot away and her head flopped onto the mattress.

Spunk flooded out of her bottom as I withdrew from her now very stretched asshole and she fell suddenly sleep instantly on the bed which was now a mass of spunk filled sheets.

I went off and had a nice long shower, came back and she was still sprawled on my bed in a cum covered stupor, asleep or rather completely unconscious by then.

It was pretty easy to drag her off my bed, and put her onto the floor, then strip off the bed, put the soaked linen into my laundry basket, change the sheets, and then got Rochelle to her feet and half carried her, she sort of woke up but she had no idea where she was or who she was for that matter, and she staggered beside me as I took her down an empty almost identical corridor next to our dormitory and dumped her into one of the male toilet cubicles.

 

I did this because I wanted her to be totally disorientated when she woke up. Whatever memories she thought she might have would disappear as she finally came to her senses. I doubted she'd remember anything, only the state she was in would tell her what had happened to her.

I looked at her draped over the toilet seat, drunk, sated and totally cum soaked and I stroked my cock as I looked down at her.

It took a while to get my cock up again but I managed it and when I was almost ready to come for the fourth time, I pulled her head up from the toilet seat, gripped her jaw so it dropped open and jacked off in her mouth, she swallowed a lot of it and I must have trained her well because in her drunken stupor, she moved toward me and her lips puckered up to kiss and suck on my helmet.

It seemed that Rochelle had a real liking for cock, and with a grunt the last of my spunk sprayed over her face and I put my cock back into my pants and left her where she was to sleep off the worst of her binge drinking.

I went back to my shared room, opened the window to dissipate the smell of sex and climbed back into bed, I was shattered but I was also feeling very content, I had, had my revenge, a cruel, harsh revenge but revenge all the same, my mother was right, revenge was certainly a dish best served piping hot with a quality wine on the side!

I didn't see Rochelle until the next day, in the evening as I got up early and went out for the whole day.

She was pale faced, quiet and she looked frightened. She obviously had no real memory of what had happened, or rather she knew what had happened to her but she just couldn't remember who had done it to her.

It was obvious she had not told Dirk, she had apparently cleaned herself up when she had come too and when I came back to the dorm room she did ask me tentatively what time they had got back to the dorm last night, was I with them and had I seen her at any point in time?

I told her matter of factly I had no idea what time she and Dirk had got back to the dorm as I had left the party some time before them and had gone to bed as I was so tired; Yes I vaguely remember Dirk coming in at some point but wasn't she sleeping in the guest room next door?

She had swallowed hard and looked like she was going to cry as her eyes watered frantically and she let out a tiny little sob, I said nothing more and she left the following day to go home to DC.

The following semester I found a new room mate, as did Dirk and we parted quite amicably in fact but with no desire to see each other again, not even at a reunion.

I was eventually at some point told by a mutual acquaintance of both mine and Dirk that Rochelle had gone and got herself knocked up, and Dirk apparently wasn't the baby daddy.

The acquaintance who was a real gossip told me that Rochelle had told Dirk that it was his baby but he knew she was lying, because it turned out that Dirk could only fire blanks, mumps as a child, he hadn't got around to telling her this but he knew the baby in her belly couldn't be his and a DNA test proved him right.

Ironically at that moment in time neither of them suspected me for one moment, I was nothing but an inconsequential white person who happened to have drifted into their lives for a brief moment in time.

However Dirk turned out to be quite a decent person because despite the fact that Rochelle had been unfaithful to him, she admitted she had no idea who the father her child was, she had been too drunk, and had been taken advantage of and she had panicked when she had realized what had happened, he married her.

The mutual acquaintance got an invite to the wedding reception, I didn't but I did not expect to, the mutual unacquainted by the way was Black but unlike Dirk and Rochelle, he had friends of every color.

By then though I had moved on but I did see Rochelle again briefly, at mine and Dirk's graduation, three years later, her son was three by then, an attractive light complected little boy with, a narrow nose, a mop of lovely yellow wavy hair and large pale grey eyes.

The little boy was holding onto Rochelle's hand with a solemn look on his face.

Rochelle looked stunning in a flowing pink summer dress, white court shoes and a floppy designer hat with a matching pink and white scarf tied around it. She turned and our eyes met and I looked at her steadily and slowly color crept up her neck, infusing into her face and she turned quickly away, confusion on her face, three years ago she had not thought of me in relation to her little "accident" but now, she was wondering the impossible, and it was an awful possibility if it was true.

I smiled as I too turned away, well that would teach Rochelle that prejudice only got you into a whole heap of trouble, because she had a constant reminder of it in the form of a baby boy who was real white to look at, just like his real Daddy...