“He fucked my ass like we knew he would, and…. I liked it. Then he offered me a deal, since I wasn’t a virgin anymore he didn’t have to wait to fuck my pussy anymore and… that would mean you could fuck me again… so I let him. And… It was amazing. I… I… I even squirted on his dick! I thought I had to pee, I begged him to stop and he kept going! Then I had an orgasm and it was like I was peeing and wasn’t at the same time.” She explained, still clinging to my chest and crying. “It felt so good! I hate that the beat sex I’ve had was getting raped! I mean, we’ve fucked twice, but it was better with him… why am I such a slut? To like getting raped!?” And she got quiet, but I could feel her tears through my shirt.
I realized what was going on. “I have an idea.” I declared.
She looked up at me hopefully.
“You said it was the most amazing sex you’ve had. Right?” I pressed.
She nodded, not encouraged.
“What if it wasn’t him? What if it was just the position and other circumstances? You knew he was going to fuck you for hours! And I bet that you thought you were going to be better than he was expecting and you were going to turn the tables on him. I bet that’s what turned you on. Then, you said you were handcuffed last time and he told you to do that again. I’ve only fucked you with your legs around me, not restrained over your head. That’s an entire other kink that could have turned you on. There’s a reason they sell handcuffs at sex shops. Same thing with the blindfold.” I told her.
She looked hopeful, but not convinced.
“Here’s my plan.” I told her. “We’ll do another study session today. But you will be sitting next to me, with my hand up your skirt, fingering you, until 6 o’clock. You won’t be allowed to get any other satisfaction until then. At that point, we’ll take you into your room and handcuff you to your bed, blindfold you and I’ll fuck you senseless. I’m betting you’ll cum. I’m betting you’ll squirt and I’m guessing it’ll be better than getting raped.”
By the time I finished, she was biting her lips and squeezing her legs together under her skirt. “That’s not fair.” She moaned. “I want it now.”
“But we’re trying to prove you aren’t some easy slut who came just because she got raped.” I reminded her. “By keeping you hot and horny, like you were yesterday, and then replicating the situation that led to the squirting orgasm, I am betting you will have an orgasim twice as good.”
“Fuck… Why do I have to wait?” She begged. “And you said you’re going to be playing with my pussy the entire… 4 hours… that’s torture!”
“You’ll like it.” I promised.
I admit, my fingers got tired multiple times, running up and down her slit, slipping in her love hole and keeping her on edge. It was probably not the most productive study session, but it was fun having my hand up her skirt and watching her twitch. Even through her bra I could see her nipples like little arrowheads poking through her shirt.
Finally she could wait no more, “It is 5:55. By the time I am naked and cuffed it will be 6. Let’s go!” And with that she was heading down the hall. Shirt, bra and skirt were shed before she got halfway down the hall. My clothing landed on top of hers.
She flung the handcuffs and blindfold on the bed, climbed on and started getting her wrists and ankles cuffed. I helped her cuff her ankles, then her wrists to the bed. I stepped back to admire her restrained nakedness. I doubted I would ever get tired of that naked body. “Damn.” I smiled.
“Yes, I am sure it is hot. Now blindfold me and fuck me!” She begged.
I climbed on the bed with her, and pulled the blindfold over her eyes.
“I am betting, he didn’t just stick it in. In fact, you said earlier he fucked your ass first.” I told her.
“Fuck my pussy! Please!” Courtney begged. “I need your dick! I need it in me!”
I leaned down and licked her pussy, slowly from bottom to top.
“Oh… You fucking tease.” She moaned.
I took my dick and began to rub it up and down her slit. It was sopping. Just touching it to her slit it almost slipped in.
She moaned and shivered, “Please just fuck me!”
“Your wish…” I whispered, and thrust my dick between the folds of her womanhood. As wet as she was, I sunk in balls deep with no effort, her love tunnel shuddered and gripped my cock, and pulsed. “… is my command.”
“FUUUUUUCK!” She moaned, arching her back as my penetration drove her over the edge she had been at all afternoon. Her vagina spasmed and pulsed around my cock.
I put my plan into motion, literally. I began thrusting vigorously, latching onto one of her nipples with my mouth and mauling her other boob with my left hand, while my right hand dove to her clit, which I had been avoiding all afternoon. I sucked as much boob into my mouth as I could and began doing circles on her nipple with my tongue.
While still pulsing from her first orgasm, her body redoubled its thrashing and my goal was achieved. Courtney’s vagina gushed a stream of her ejaculate fluids. Courtney’s mouth opened but only a hoarse squeak escaped.
I wasn’t done however, and kept my pace. Driving my pulsing dick into her raging love tunnel as fast as I could, while I ran circles on her clit with my fingers, mauled one boob and suckled and sucked on the other.
Moments later, as Courtney’s body tried to come down from the mind shattering orgasm she just experienced, her body convulsed again, gushing a second smaller rush of her fluids. Courtney finally found her voice and screamed, “Fucking GOD!!!” And she continued to thrash as I stayed latched to her body, fucking her with purpose and vigor.
Moments later, she recovered somewhat and cried, “YES! MORE! DON’T STOP!!”
I kept at it, feeling the beginnings of my climax rising. Part of me wanted to pull out and try to keep this going, but having been playing with her hot pussy for hours had an effect on me too, hence my quick buildup. I decided, fuck it, and kept pounding until I couldn’t hold it anymore and unleashed to torrent of my sperm, continuing to pump into her vagina as I did so.
The rush of my sperm hitting her cervix combined with everything else to push her into another explosive orgasm, a third final hush of vaginal fluids, seeming to reach the ends of the fluids available was the smallest squirt but a third nonetheless. Courtney’s body seized up, and she gasped for air, before falling back.
“No more.” She gasped, “I… can’t… anymore.”
I relaxed on top of her, releasing her nipples and just enjoying the sensation of her vagina pulsing around my softening dick.
“God… oh, fucking God. Tom…” She breathed, shuddering. “Please, I need to hold you.” I grabbed the key and released her right hand first, which immediately wrapped around me and clung on for dear life as I freed her remaining limbs.
I flopped on the bed half on top of her as she clung to me with arms and legs. She continued to shudder then I felt wetness where her cheek was pressed into my chest.
“Are you crying?” I asked, concerned.
Courtney nodded.
“Are you okay?” I pressed, more concerned.
Courtney nodded more vigorously. She tried to speak, but sobbed.
I held her as she sobbed into my shoulder for a moment, feeling concerned and feeling like the worst human ever.
“Thank you… thank you, Tom.” She finally gasped. “I’ve never been so happy. It’s so stupid I’m crying, but I can’t stop it.”
I felt a little better, “Happy tears are okay. Want to talk about it?”
“I’ve never had anything like we have.” She explained tearfully. “Mom had me because dad wanted an heir, but she hated what having me did to her body and I think she has been careful to make sure I never had siblings, no matter what she told dad. She never was around. I had nurses and nannies, but they were there for the money and I knew it. They might have felt bad for me, but they never loved me. Dad was always working or on a business trip.”
“I’ve never felt loved like I do with you. I don’t understand it. A week ago, you were just a smart, cute guy in a lot of my classes, and now, I’m terrified to lose you.” She clung tighter. “I’m so grateful to the asshole who’s blackmailing me. I’d never have given you the time of day without him.”
She snorted, a sort of crying laugh. “Though I wish he’d stop fucking me already and just let me fuck you.” She loosened a bit. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I won’t.” I told her. Part of me desperately wanted to reveal her whole thing. That I was her blackmailer, that I’d still been the only man to touch her… But I couldn’t believe she’d forgive me. The truth would crush her. Maybe someday I’d tell her, but I couldn’t now. She was too delicate. But I had to find a way forward that didn’t involve her submitting herself sexually to her ‘unknown’ blackmailer.
“Promise?” She begged desperately.
“I promise. I won’t leave you unless you tell me too.” I told her, “And I hope someday you can see me for who I am and still love me for it. I’m not perfect. I’m not even great. You just chose a guy who’s good in bed.”
“And smart, and willing to tutor me!” She piped up in my defense.
“Yeah, I’m not sure accepting over double my previous paycheck to teach you, while spending an equal amount of time fucking you, qualifies me as a good person.” I pointed out.
“You didn’t start blackmailing me when I told you.” She stubbornly insisted.
I laughed, “What would I have asked for? You’re already giving me sex and money?”
“Oh.” She thought. “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t judge me, and when I told you I was a cheap slut, you proved me wrong. I know you have your reasons for not pursuing other girls. Fuck, if the rest of the girls on campus knew what your dick could make them feel, I’d have to hire security to beat them away with sticks!”
“Well, we’ll see how long your opinion of me stays good. My last relationship was great until my girlfriend decided I wasn’t worth being faithful to.” I told her.
“What happened?” She prodded, obviously aware this was a sore subject for me.
“We dated for three years in high school. We figured out how to have great sex together. We were making plans for after high school, we were gonna get married, go to college, start a family… then I was ten minutes late to a party and found her in a back room, deepthroating the quarterback, while the tight end fucked her ass and the running back fucked her pussy. She’d already fucked four other members of our football team and half of the rest of the team was lining yo for their turn.” I seethed.
“Wow,” Courtney gasped, “that’s a slut to be sure.”
“Yep, and one hell of a way to find out. She wasn’t even drunk.” I vented, “I thought I knew her. By the end of the school year, rumor was she had a couple of STDs and was pregnant with no idea who the father was.”
“I’m so sorry she did that to you. What a stupid bitch.” Courtney lamented.
“I decided I wasn’t going to have sex with anyone who didn’t have serious standards after that. Which kinda left virgins… and it isn’t most days a virgin comes up to you, begging you to deflower them and then offering to exclusively fuck you.” I told her, “I don’t hold the blackmail shit against you, obviously it’s not your fault. That’s way different from backstabbing me like Nikki did.”