Fantasy The Substitute Sluts

I began to pump my hand faster as I tried not to focus on what he was doing to my breasts. His large, strong fingers were so rough... yet so good at squeezing the soft flesh of my boobs. I bit back the moans that threatened to escape my lips as my nipples hardened under his touch.

"Damn... You are so fucking hot..." he groaned, continuing his groping with one hand while his other slid down to my skirt, cupping my ass, "You're gonna make me cum so hard..."

"C-cum... Cum quickly, please," I pleaded as I stroked him faster, feeling his huge shaft swell up even thicker in my small hands at my words. My palm was wet and slick with whatever weird fluid was leaking out of his tip. I had no idea what I was doing but apparently it was working, nonetheless.

"Keep going..." Duane groaned, bucking his hips towards me, thrusting his cock into my fist, "Oh yeah... like that... God, you have no idea how much I needed this..."

I bit back the moans that threatened to escape from my lips and tried to focus on my task. My palm was a blur, pumping up and down the length of his huge black dick as it pulsed and throbbed in my grip. I realized that he liked it when I begged him, so I tried it again...

"Please... Cum soon..." I whispered as I stroked his cock, looking up at him with my big blue eyes and as I expected, he groaned loudly.

"Ahhh fuck... Keep talking like that and I'm gonna explode!" he grunted as I felt his shaft swell up in my grip again. How it keeps swelling ever thicker, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"P-Please. I want it..." I pleaded, desperate to get this over with, "Cum for your girlfriend!"

I couldn't believe this was happening to me! I was supposed to be the perfect role model student... the Principal's daughter... Tom's girlfriend, the nicest guy on earth!

But all that was forgotten as I bit my lip and tried to hold back my own guilty arousal for the first time in weeks, Duane seemed to be under my control!

"Cum for me..." I moaned as I saw his face contorting with pleasure as his cock throbbed even harder in my grip, "Cum for me..."

And before Duane could react, I leaned up and began kissing his neck, "Cum for your girlfriend!" I murmured as I kissed him, "Do it!"

"F-fuck!" he groaned, his hands squeezing and groping my body. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, Duane..." I moaned into his ear, my lips brushing against his earlobe, "Please! You need it so bad! I need it just as bad. I need you to cum, please, do it for me."

"Ahhh... Kayla... fuck!" he groaned, unable to take any more of my dirty words and began bucking his hips wildly as he shot out his sticky white load all over my fist.

And it wasn't just a small amount either! The first shot was a huge load of hot white semen that shot up in the air and splattered down on my arm. Followed by the next, which arched in the air before falling on my shirt!

I gasped in shock at the force of his ejaculation, feeling my pussy clenching with arousal as his cock spurted again and again, making a mess all over my shirt and skirt! There was a stark contrast between the whiteness of his cum and the blackness of his dick, which was mesmerizing.

"Oh... Wow..." He groaned, panting heavily, "That was so fucking good..."

"I-I've never done anything like this before," I admitted sheepishly, a guilty blush rising to my cheeks as I lifted my fingers up and saw them coated with his thick gooey stuff.

"Y-You came so much..." I whispered, blushing as I tried to shake the thick white fluid off my fingers, "I-It's everywhere!"

Duane chuckled breathlessly, leaning against the wall, his cock softening slowly, still half hard, with drops of cum coating the black shaft, "What can I say, Kayla? You seem to have that effect on me."

"I need to get cleaned up!" I muttered, looking down at my stained clothes, " I can't go out with my shirt looking like this!"

"Never given a hand job to Tom, huh?" he teased, pulling his gym shorts back up. "Bet he never shoots this hard..."

"I-It's none of your business!" I stammered and pulled away, trying to hide my embarrassment. "We're waiting till marriage!"

He chuckled and shook his head, "And yet, here you are with your hand on another guy's dick... I don't think I could wait like that if you were my 'real' girlfriend."

I bit my lip and blushed as he smirked at me, "Shut up! I'm going to clean this up and head back now... Make sure you win the game tonight, or we're through! You understand?"

But, I couldn't walk out of the stall, I felt his hand reach out and grab my wrist, as he pulled me closer, kissing my lips tenderly, "Thanks..." he whispered against my lips.

"Whatever..." I muttered, rolling my eyes and pulling away from him. I washed my hands and cleaned up the stains in the best possible way. I rushed out of the locker room, blushing furiously as I ran out, making sure nobody saw me.

***

81-50: Richmond Raptors beat Eastwood High in the most lopsided semi-final in recent years!

"That was some game..." Tom cheered loudly as he rushed to my side once the final buzzer rang. "I've never seen the team play like that!"

"I-I guess they were just motivated..." I said, smiling weakly at him. I was definitely happy for Mom and the team, but this win also meant that my 'fake relationship' with Duane would have to continue till the championships.

And as I expected, Duane made sure to celebrate his win with me. He made up an excuse of spraining an ankle, making me accompany him to the nurse's office. But instead, I ended up in an empty classroom, making out with my fake 'boyfriend' while my real, 'perfect' boyfriend celebrated our first entry into the championship ever, just a few doors away...

"Mmmh... Fuck you taste so good," Duane groaned, nibbling at my lower lip as he kissed me passionately. My body trembled in his strong arms as I felt his large hands squeezing and fondling my soft curvy body through the thin fabric of my uniform.

"S-Shut up!" I mumbled between kisses, breathing in his musky masculine scent as his tongue pushed into my mouth, swirling with mine. I tried to ignore the way my heart raced as he kissed me, how my body ached for more as our lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss.

However, it seemed that Duane too wanted more as his hands slid up my waist to grab my hands. He pulled them down towards his crotch and before I could protest, I felt his fingers wrapping mine around his swollen shaft, through his gym shorts.

And despite myself, I let out a soft moan as I felt his cock throb under the palm of my hand and involuntarily gave him a light squeeze that made him groan into our kiss.

"God... I can never get enough of you, Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes..." Duane murmured against my mouth, " Just keep doing that..." He broke away from the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

"You know, you should stop calling me that. A 'Goodie-Two-Shoes' won't be stroking this monster of a cock. She would be above such a thing."

My heart was racing in my chest as he pushed his hips towards me, thrusting his crotch into my grip. "C-Come on... Stroke it!" he whispered, his voice low and thick with arousal. "It'll relax me before the celebration-party." This he added, "Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes! It brings me extra pleasure to know that you are not above such a thing."

"T-This is too much..." I protested weakly as I felt the heat of his body against mine, "That was just a one-time thing... W-We'll get caught!"

"No we won't..." He whispered, kissing my neck gently, "Just keep going... A good girlfriend would help her boyfriend relax after such a stressful game... That's all this is..."

His soft lips sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, and I couldn't find the strength to pull my hand away from him, even if I wanted to. Which, to my immense surprise, I didn't want to. I broke our kiss and looked up at his handsome face with guilty arousal as my hand began to slowly rub his cock through the fabric.

"I need to go out with Tom after this... you might stain my clothes when you..." I said, biting my lip nervously as I stroked his thick shaft under his shorts. It felt amazing to hold it in my hands, feeling it swell up so big and powerful under my touch.

"Well, then we just need to make sure you don't get your clothes dirty, right?" Duane smirked, and his hands reached up to lewdly cup my full breasts as he grinned smugly at me.

"What do you mean... Ahhh...?" I moaned as his fingers pinched and teased my nipples through the thin cotton shirt and bra.

"Take off your shirt."

"W-What!?" I gasped, my hands instantly coming up to cover my tits as my face flushed a deep red. But his smirk only grew wider.

"If I cum on it, it will stain again..." he explained patiently, "And you said you need to go somewhere... so the only solution is for you to take off your shirt..."

My cheeks were burning with shame at the suggestion, but I knew I couldn't argue with him. He was right. If I didn't take off my shirt, it would definitely get messy, again. But to do that in front of him... It seemed too embarrassing and too wrong... But then again, I had already given him a hand job just a few hours ago and I was wearing a bra!

"O-Only the shirt." I stammered finally as he nodded in agreement, his eyes drinking in every inch of me as I slowly began to lift up my shirt.

'I'm so sorry, Tom...' I promised myself, 'I-I'll stop this after the championships! I promise!'

***

Chapter 3 - Becoming a good girlfriend

And just like that I went from 'the perfect role model student' to Duane's naughty little hand-maiden within a week. Basketball practice now began with me giving him a 'relaxing hand job' in an empty classroom before we joined Mom and the rest of the team for practice.

And, I had gotten to know his body or rather his cock so intimately by now; every curve, every vein, every sensitive spot.

I guess it was the diligent, A-Grade student in me that compelled me to do the best at everything that I did. That is how I had ended up learning how to perfect the art of jerking off Duane's cock. My hands had learned how to work his shaft in just the right way to make him moan and groan in pleasure.

But the worst part was how much I had started to like our daily sessions. There were no two ways about it. Despite my earlier reservations about him, I enjoyed spending time with Duane daily. He was so charming and funny when we went out for our secret dates. And then there were the naughty moments of intimacy that seemed to just get hotter with each passing day.

At first, I hated his smug, dominating attitude when he made me act out his stupid fantasies! But recently I couldn't deny that his cocky arrogance turned me on, he knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly how to take it. It made me feel desired in a way Tom never had...

Also the guilt of my mixed feelings was driving me crazy every night. I felt so dirty and sinful... Despite my best efforts, starting with the night of the semi-finals, I found myself fingering myself to a climax every single night just thinking about Duane Carter!

The way his lips felt against mine, how his strong hands caressed and played with my tits, how warm and firm his monstrous black cock felt as I stroked it, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm... It drove me over the edge every time!

'I'm such a bad, bad girlfriend...' I moaned in my mind as my fingers pushed inside me and I climaxed hard, my juices spilling out onto the bedsheets. 'I-I hate you, Duane!'

***

"Mmmm... Kayla! What's gotten into you?" Tom gasped as he pulled back from my kiss.

We were in his room one evening, back from school, listening to some music, and hanging out, when I practically jumped on him and began kissing him. After spending an hour with Duane that afternoon, I just wanted to prove to myself that I was still a good girl... A good girlfriend.

"Can't your girlfriend miss you?" I whispered as I pressed my soft curvy body against him and kissed his lips again.

"Of course she can..." he murmured as he kissed me back, "It's just... I've never seen you like this before..."

I ignored his words and continued to kiss him deeply, inviting his tongue to invade my mouth, just like Duane did every single day... But his gentle, delicate kisses weren't the same... and I needed more!

"Kayla-- what are you doing?" he asked, confused when I suddenly pushed him onto his bed and pulled back from our kiss. I stepped back to the bedroom door and quickly turned the key to lock us in.

"I-I just want to try something..." I said with a shy smile, my eyes flashing, as I turned back to him and slowly got down to my knees in front of him.

And before Tom could say another word, I had crawled between his legs and began fumbling with his pants. He gasped, but couldn't say anything as my slender fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down till I had my boyfriend lying completely on his back on the bed, clad only in his boxers!

"Kayla! W-What are you doing?" He asked, shocked by my behaviour, "Y-You know we can't... W-we're waiting for..."

"Shhhh... You deserve this..." I whispered, eyeing the bulge forming in his boxers as I ran my hands over his thighs and up to his crotch, "You're such an amazing boyfriend..."

"Ahhhh..." He groaned as my fingers wrapped around his cock through his boxers and squeezed his shaft gently. I was a bit surprised at the size, but Tom hardly noticed it, as his eyes rolled back with pleasure as my fingers wrapped around his shaft and squeezed him gently.

"I love you..." I whispered as I looked up into his face with an earnest expression, hoping that this would finally make up for how bad of a girlfriend I had been lately.

"I-I love you too!" He moaned out as I pulled down his boxers and gasped at the sight of my boyfriend's cock. It was a stark contrast to what I had been seeing for so long--or seeing what WAS so long, and thick, and huge--Duane's big, black python, which was almost twice or actually three times as big as Tom's!

It stood up like a tiny post in the air, a mere 4-inch cock, that looked like it was trying its best to impress me but failing. My small hand could palm the length of it and still have some room to spare. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at the sight. It looked cute and small compared to what I had gotten used to. I mean, it wasn't like Tom was tiny or anything; he was a solid four-inches in length and about two fingers thick. But it was like having a model, toy car than the actual, real revving machine that a real car would be by comparison.

But compared to Duane...

"Y-You're so big!" I lied through my teeth as I stroked him gently with my hand, just like I had done countless times with Duane. But this time my fingers easily wrapped around the shaft completely and I didn't even need both hands to jerk him off!

"Oooh... Kayla... That feels incredible..." he moaned out as he pushed his hips towards me. "But w-we promised..."

"Shhh..." I whispered, leaning closer to him as I continued to stroke him gently, "I just want to try this once... Besides we're not having sex... just... just a little something..."

He sighed as he gave into the pleasure of my hand stroking him, "O-Okay..."

"I'll stop if you want me to stop..." I teased as I looked up at his handsome face with a smile, "Just say the word."

"N-No...! Keep going..." he groaned, biting his lip, "That feels amazing..."

And just like I had done so many times with Duane, I began pumping my fist faster and faster along his cock. But unlike my bully boyfriend who would last for so long, I quickly had Tom squirming and bucking his hips up into my hand, his moans of pleasure getting louder and louder.

"Ahhh... Kayla! I-I'm going to..." He grunted after only a minute or so and I gasped in surprise. Duane usually lasted ten-fifteen minutes before he climaxed. I hadn't even had the chance to do anything special yet!

"Already?" I asked in shock, looking up into his eyes as he nodded desperately, his face contorted with pleasure.

"Ahhh fuck... K-Kayla!" He groaned out and suddenly shot out his load all over my hands. It was much less than Duane's; about a quarter of what my 'fake boyfriend' would cum from one hand job! But I continued stroking him, milking every drop of cum from his cock as he shook in pleasure, until finally, he was spent.

I looked down at my hand covered in sticky cum and gave Tom a cheeky smile, as he lay there panting, trying to catch his breath.

"That... That was..." He panted, unable to complete the sentence.

"...Amazing! I know!" I said with a giggle as I wiped my hands on a napkin and got up to cuddle against him on the bed. I pressed myself against his arm and kissed his neck while my left hand slid down to playfully fondle his balls. "We should do this more often!"

Tom gulped and nodded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "You are the best girlfriend ever!"

'If you only knew...' I thought to myself, but didn't let it show, as I smiled innocently at him and snuggled closer.

***

In the next two weeks leading up to the Finals, I alternated between pleasing and pleasuring both my boyfriends. I figured out a system to ease my guilt about what I was doing with Duane.

And that was to let Tom enjoy the same things I did with Duane!

It was almost like a schedule of my daily life; making out and letting Duane have his way with my body, while I stroked and fondled his amazing cock to a climax. And then, later in the evening, Tom would get the same treatment but without the teasing and groping, of course!

But despite my guilt somewhat being eased, I couldn't deny the fact that there was just something about Duane that turned me on in a way that Tom just couldn't.

Duane's hands would grab and squeeze my body in a way that had me aching for more, his kisses were rough and aggressive, and his tongue invaded my mouth without mercy. His huge black cock throbbed and pulsed in my hand--it had a life of its own--as I worked it up and down, feeling so thick and heavy against my soft white hands. There was no way my sweet Tom could ever...

'Stop it!' I scolded myself, 'Stop comparing them! That's not fair to Tom!'

I sighed and continued fingering myself in my bed, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I pushed another finger inside me, imagining Duane's lips on mine...

***

"Eyes on the ball guys..." Mom said with a stern look as she blew the whistle, signalling the end of practice. "Duane! What the hell is going on with you today? That's the third fumble from you in this quarter!"

It was just a week before the finals and Mom had gotten even stricter with the team and the extended practice sessions. Meaning that it was often late into the evening when it was just me and Mom, both dressed in those inappropriate school gym clothes, watching the boys run through play after play.

I glanced at her sideways as she stood her ground while she scolded Duane, who just seemed to ignore her and had his eyes fixed on her tits. I felt a bit of a jealous rush as I noted how he was ogling her body the same way he would do with me. Duane had promised that he had stopped his make-out sessions with Mom after our deal but now I wasn't sure... There definitely was some chemistry between the two of them!

'What if he's been lying to me?' I thought to myself, 'No... Duane may be a jerk, but he doesn't break his word... after all, he hadn't breathed a word of my own secret deal with anyone like he promised me.'

"I-I'm a bit tired; that's all Coach..." Duane said with an innocent smile as he noticed me staring at him, "Just been under a lot of stress about the finals, maybe I should take a break for the day?"

Mom raised her eyebrows sceptically but sighed and shook her head as she turned back to the rest of the team and continued the practice. And as Mom walked away, Duane signalled to me with a nod towards the equipment room and I blushed, knowing what he meant.

I shook my head in denial but a stern glare from Duane let me know that he was not taking 'no' for an answer. I sighed and nodded, glancing sideways at Mom who had turned away to help Wilson perfect one of his shots. So, making an excuse that I would be arranging some of the equipment, I followed him out of the court and into the empty equipment room in a rush.

"Let me have a look?" he ordered, grinning smugly as he pushed me against the wall.

"Can't you wait till after practice?" I asked in exasperation, but Duane just smirked and shook his head.

"I need my stress-buster, you saw how bad my game has gotten recently..." He chuckled, "Come on... Let's see 'em!"

I bit my lip as I looked up into his handsome face and knew that I had no choice but to do as he asked. So, reluctantly, I reached down and grabbed the bottom edge of my tank-top and began to slowly lift it up over my body.

He smiled with approval as his eyes fixed themselves on my full, perky tits as they came into view. Wearing a sexy lace pink bra that barely contained my boobs, I looked up at him shyly, blushing under his intense gaze.

"Yeah, that's what I needed..." He groaned as he reached over and brutishly cupped my breast through the flimsy fabric of my bra. "Fuck... your tits are so fucking hot!"

"Ahhhnnn..." I moaned as his strong hands groped me roughly, kneading my soft, firm tits through the bra, "W-We don't have time for this..."

"You say that, but you love it when I play with these..." he said confidently, pinching my nipples under my bra that made me whimper in response. "I know you do... Don't lie to yourself, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes."

I just bit my lip and blushed, knowing that he was right; my pussy was getting wetter by the minute at his touch. Ever since I had given him an 'IN' by letting him grope me while I stroked his cock, he had been a bit bolder every session. And now it had reached the point where our sessions were now more about him pleasuring me than the other way around.

He smirked, knowing exactly how to push my buttons, as he leaned forward and began kissing my neck, making me moan loudly in pleasure. His strong musky scent was intoxicating as he kissed his way down to the top of my breasts before licking and nibbling at my sensitive skin.

"Duane... Please..." I whimpered as his hands slid back to my ass, hooking his fingers into my waist band and tugging my gym shorts down over my hips and down my thighs.

"We discussed this last time... you've seen me naked now! The least I could do is return the favour by showing more of yours..." He reminded me, grinning as my shorts slid all the way down to my ankles.

"You never play fair..." I breathed heavily as I stepped out of my shorts, clad only in my matching pink panties and bra. My eyes widened as I saw the huge bulge that was forming in Duane's pants.

"Mmmm... I know..." he grinned, stepping back and looking me up and down with an approving nod, "But neither do you. A banging body like that hidden under those boring uniforms!"

I blushed at the compliment, "Y-You're such a jerk..."

"And you're such a hot piece of white-ass," he retorted with a chuckle. And then before I could react, his big strong hands grabbed my waist and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and set me down on top of the table nearby.

I gasped as my eyes met his eyes. The look of lust and hunger in his dark eyes told me exactly what was going to happen. Duane had a way about him that once I let him kiss me and let him have his way, there wasn't much I could say 'No' to. The strong Kayla, who should have kept him in check--like I had promised Mom I would--melted away as his strong hands reached up to grasp my face and pull me into a deep, passionate kiss.

His right hand reached around behind my head, sliding through my hair and pulling me closer as he devoured my mouth. I opened my lips for him and his tongue immediately slipped inside, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine as he ravaged me.

"Mmmmph..." I tried to moan but his lips were too busy claiming me to let anything escape, except a low whimper, that only seemed to spur him on even more. And when I felt his right hand squeeze my boob and his left hand at the inside of my thighs, I knew I was done for.

Just like yesterday, his fingers traced the line of my pink thong, teasing me, making me want him even more. Then his hand slid up over my panties, cupping my wet pussy through the thin material.

I had protested yesterday, unsuccessfully, when he had made his move for the first time, but today, I simply bit back a moan and spread my legs wider. My face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment as I remembered the mind-numbing orgasms he had given me yesterday... with just his fingers.

"Stop..." I whispered into his lips, only for show though.

"Why?" he replied as his hand slowly began rubbing my clit through the thin material of my panties. "Your pussy says otherwise..."

I whimpered and closed my eyes, giving into him, as his mouth moved to my neck, kissing and sucking at the soft skin. He nibbled at my ear lobe, his tongue flicking out to taste me, making me bite back a loud moan of pleasure.

"I want you so bad..." Duane whispered into my ears as I felt him caressing my pussy lips, "You're so fucking hot."

I wanted to protest, but all I could do was moan as he continued to work his magic on me, making my entire body tremble and quiver under his expert touch. I could feel the heat building up inside me, slowly reaching a boiling point as his fingers slid over my wet slit.

"This is so wrong..." I protested feebly, but he just smirked as he continued to tease and please me. "We need to get back out..."

"It wouldn't take so long if you just let me touch you properly," he reminded me as his finger began to rub my clit through my panties, "Just let me go down on you! You'll be cumming in seconds!"

I bit my lip and shook my head in denial. Duane had been begging me to take my lingerie off for the past few sessions and I knew if I did, then soon, it would only be a matter of time till he convinced me to do more!

"Mmmhhh..." I whimpered, unable to think properly and wanting to shut him up. I reached for his cock, pulling his shorts down and grasping his hard shaft in my hands, "J-just cum for me... Quickly..."

My fingers wrapped around his enormous black cock and began to pump it up and down as he pleasured me in turn. Our mutual masturbation sessions were the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Duane's dark, veiny shaft would throb against my soft white palm as I stroked him, feeling it pulse and twitch under my touch.

And in turn, Duane's expert fingers teased my clit through my panties. The sensations of his strong hands on me, rubbing and teasing my pussy was just too much for me.

I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth, my tongue pushing out towards him, like a slut!

"Kiss me..." I whispered as he leaned in, our tongues meeting in another passionate kiss as we both worked each other up. "Cum for me... Duane... Ohhh! Please... Do it!"

My dirty words were having an effect on him because I felt his huge black cock swelling even bigger in my hand and he groaned into the kiss.

"Ahhhh! F-Fuck, Kayla!" he grunted as he continued to finger me through my panties, "You're such a hot slut..."

"I'm... mmm... not a slut..." I whimpered but I knew that was a lie. What else could you call me if not a slut? I had a boyfriend, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, but here I was in this locker room, making out with another man, letting him grope and finger my pussy while I begged for his cum...

'Only till the championship...', My promise to myself echoed in my mind but it was becoming weaker and weaker with each session. I knew Duane had me wrapped around his fingers by now.

But all my worries and concerns were pushed from my mind at the moment as my mind reeled with how good he was making me feel. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning out as his fingers pushed harder against my clit.

"Does it feel good?" Duane asked, "Do you want more, you slut?"

"Ohhh God!" I whimpered, unable to stop myself as he worked me closer and closer to climax with every stroke.

"I'll stop if you don't tell me!" he said with an evil smirk as I bit my lip.

I looked at my bully, my fingers still gently stroking him off. He wouldn't... Would he!? But I couldn't risk it; not when I was so close!

"Please..." I whispered breathlessly as he slowed down, "Please... Please, don't stop..."

"Why? Do you like what I'm doing?" He asked as he slowed down even more, making me whimper with need.

"Y-Yes!" I whimpered finally. "I-It feels good..."

"What does?"

"Your hand..." I murmured, blushing, "The way you're... touching me."

"Say it!"

I bit back a moan of frustration but couldn't resist as I felt his huge black cock throbbing in my hand, "Your fingers on my... my pussy... It's going to make me... Ohhh please! It feels so good!"

And with those words, I felt his fingers rubbing harder against my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. He pushed me back on the table, kissing me hard as his fingers worked my clit even faster and rougher, making me squirm and moan under him.

"Cum for me, slut..." he murmured against my lips. "Cum for me... Kayla! Cum for your boyfriend..."

It seemed so wrong and naughty and dirty, but I couldn't stop it. I was so close, my body trembling as I felt myself teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

"Cumming!" I whimpered as my mind went blank and the waves of pleasure crashed over me. I arched my back and pressed myself into him as my whole body shook with pleasure. It felt like I was floating, weightless and lost in ecstasy. My pussy clenched and spasmed around nothing, begging to be filled with something, anything...

But before I could recover, I felt Duane's strong hands grab me and push me down onto my knees in front of him. His huge black cock waved in front of my face, looking even bigger and thicker than before as he began fisting himself.

The thick veiny monster looked so hot with his pre-cum coated all over and I reached out with my hands, only for Duane to slap them away. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward, rubbing his dick over my face and smearing it with my lipstick.

"Open your mouth!" He ordered but I just stared up at him in shock, "Do it! I'm so close!"

Tom's smiling face flashed across my mind for a split second before it was replaced by Duane's hungry, lustful gaze. The musky smell of his sweat and pre-cum filled my senses as he pushed his cock inches from my lips. 'What would Tom say if he saw me like this?'

"Open wide, slut!" Duane growled as he slapped his huge hard dick across my lips. "Let me see that tongue."

And with a soft whimper, before I realized what was happening, the throbbing sensation in my pussy took over my thoughts and my mouth dropped open, my tongue pushing out obediently for my boyfriend.

"Fuck yes! Good girl!" He groaned as he slowly lowered his cockhead over my outstretched tongue, and I got the first taste of his black cock. "That's right... Fuck... That looks so fucking good..."

His cock was surprisingly hot and felt so heavy against my tongue! I looked up at him with big innocent eyes, trying to tell him that it was my first time and that I had no clue what to do.

"That's it... now open wider..." he grunted as he slowly thrust into my mouth, "...wider!" And I complied, my lips stretching wide around the thickness of his shaft, my mouth completely filling with his meat as his musky taste filled every corner of my mouth.

"Oh shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good!" he groaned out loud as he grabbed onto my long blonde hair and pulled me forward, forcing me to swallow even more of his thick shaft.

"Uhhhgggg... Mmmmmmph..." I gagged, my eyes watering as I felt his huge cock sliding deeper down my throat than I ever thought possible.

"You're such a hot little cock sucking slut, Kayla!" Duane growled as he began pumping his dick into my mouth. "You want all this black cock? You want to be my personal cock-slut?"

I couldn't answer with my mouth stuffed full of his cock, but my body answered for me, my pussy clenching with arousal at his words, my nipples hardening with need. My fingers found their way between my legs, and I couldn't help but start rubbing my clit again as he continued to use my mouth...

"You are a fucking good cock-slut! God! Tom, sure as hell, doesn't know how to handle you!" he moaned, thrusting faster and harder as he fucked my face. "You need a real man for that."

I just kept my eyes open, tears streaming down them as I tried my best not to choke on his dick. My fingers pushing me closer to a second orgasm within minutes of my first.

"Fuck... I'm close..." he growled as my tongue lapped around his thick shaft, licking up the pre cum and saliva that were dripping down his shaft.

And then he pulled out of my mouth with a wet 'pop'. I gasped for breath as Duane fisted himself furiously over my face, his thick, black cock throbbing and pulsing in his grasp.

"Keep your mouth open, slut! Open wide for me!" He grunted as he jerked off right above my lips, "Stick out your tongue, you slut! You're going to take all of this!"

I obeyed and stuck my tongue out and he let out a loud groan and exploded all over me!

I gasped as the first cum-shot, seemed to move in slow motion through the air, landing with a splatter across my lips. I opened my mouth instinctively, tasting the thick, salty spunk on my tongue.

"Uhhhhh!" Duane grunted again, shooting another spurt into my open mouth, then another and another.

My mouth was soon overflowing with his hot sticky cum. I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It spilled out of my lips, dripping down my chin and onto my cleavage.

"F-fuck..." he groaned as he squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock onto my outstretched tongue with a content sigh, "Now that's what I've been missing!"

And just as he finished, my own orgasm hit me. With his hot, salty cum in my mouth and coating my face and tits, I shuddered through a powerful second climax. My fingers working feverishly at my clit, my pussy clenching around nothing as I moaned in pleasure.

When I was done, I looked up at him with a dazed expression, my lipstick smeared and his cum dripping down my cheeks when...

*CLICK*

I looked up in shock at Duane holding up his cell phone, pointing it straight at my face! He snapped another photo, this time holding it up over his head to have us both in frame, me with my cum-covered face and my slutty pink lingerie!

"Perfect..." he murmured with an evil smirk, "The slutty cum-stained look looks so good on you!"'

"Delete that!" I cried out in embarrassment as I stood up on shaking legs, only for him to hold the phone out of my reach. "It's not funny, Duane!"

"Hey... hey... it's just for my private collection. You can't blame a man for taking pictures of the hottest girl who's sucked his cock," he said, grinning smugly. "The championship game is this weekend. So, I need something to remember this by, till the next time..."

My heart was beating like a drum as I thought of what Tom would do if he found those pics! My parents! The school!

"P-please..." I whispered, panicked at what he would do with the photos.

"Relax, Kayla. You know you can trust me!" He smiled as he pulled up his shorts and began cleaning himself off. "Afterall, I've kept your little secret, haven't I? Why would I suddenly reveal it now?"

But I just pouted in frustration as he chuckled at the expression on my face, "Don't be mad... Here... how about we make another deal?"

"What?"

"After we win the championships... I'll delete the pics in front of you," he proposed with a smile, reaching out and scooping some cum off my tits which he smeared over my lips, "But in return, you suck my cock every single day, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes."

I shuddered at his touch, unable to help myself as my tongue peeked out to taste his thick creamy cum. I blushed, knowing that this was all a part of Duane's plan but nodded meekly in agreement.

"Good girl... We'll make a good slut of you yet," he whispered as he reached out and squeezed my cum-stained bra with a chuckle, "Now get dressed! Your mother is probably wondering what happened to us!"

And before I could react, he had left me, standing in my lingerie, covered in his cum.

***

By the end of the week, despite my best intentions, it seemed I was addicted. If stroking off Duane had been exciting then spending an hour every day on my knees, in my lingerie, drooling and slurping on his thick meaty shaft seemed to send thrills throughout my body. The musky, masculine taste and scent of him filling my senses as I worshipped his black cock like the good little girlfriend!

I did pout and protest against it each day, but secretly, deep down inside, I was just going through the motions. Duane knew he had me wrapped around his big black shaft by now. He knew exactly how to turn me on, exactly how to make my knees buckle and my pussy drip with lust. And that's why even though I was dating the sweetest, nicest guy in school, I found myself on my knees every single day after school.

And in my defence, I did my best to snap out of it! Giving Tom his first blowjob the very next day; hoping that he would make me feel the same way that Duane could. I wanted to get addicted to Tom, to his small, four-inch cock. But it just didn't work.

The first time, he came within half-a-minute. And the second time, though he lasted a bit longer, it was nothing like with Duane. The third time however, he promised to last longer, I decided to fully give into it and go all out, just like Duane loved. I licked and sucked at his tiny white dick, using both hands to stroke him off as I slurped and bobbed my head on the first three inches.

"Mmm... Kayla..." Tom moaned, his hands pulling at my hair. "It feels so good!"

"Don't cum!" I begged, looking up at him as I slapped his tiny dick against my lips, "I need more... Please hold on just a bit longer!"

"I-I'm trying! Oh God! You're just too good!" He gasped out as he thrust his hips upwards, and I felt his balls contract as he came again, spraying his load all over my mouth and chin. I was disappointed by his short stamina but forced a smile on my face as I swallowed and cleaned up his cock, before kissing him.

"It's okay... You did well... Better than last time." I said with a smile as I got up to my feet and gave Tom a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, blushing, "It just feels too good when you do that."

I smiled and nodded in understanding. "Next time you'll do better."

We cuddled for a little bit after that before a message from Mom made me realize that I had to rush home.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You want to catch up for a movie after school tomorrow?" Tom said with a smile as I leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

"Actually, Mom needs Dad and me to buy her some equipment for the team after school. It's all the way downtown," I replied with an apologetic smile, "But I'll see if I can drop by after."

"Another team errand," Tom pouted, "You know you've been so busy ever since your Mom became coach..."

"Yeah, but she does need our help," I explained with a sigh. But I felt a bit guilty as I knew that he was right.

I looked at Tom and an idea popped into my head, "Hey... Why don't you come pick me up after Dad and I are done. I'll let him head back and you can pick me up. We can go out for dinner together! They've got some good places over there."

"Sure! That sounds great!" He said, as I smiled, glad that I was able to turn things around.

***

However, I was in for a surprise when I was left standing alone after Dad had left. Tom was supposed to have picked me up at 5 sharp and now he was nowhere to be found.