Wednesday, 6 December 2023

Choice Tales from the Vale – (497) Slut Shaming

 

Tom Wickens was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his best friend Harry Brown, his cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds, and two old school friends Christian Harrison and Sasha Webster.

 

Tom had fancied Sasha the moment he saw her, aged 11, and over the years he had asked her out a number of times but he always drew a blank, but she always let him down gently, so he always held out hope that things might change but all through college he got the vibe from her that he would be wasting his time, so he didn’t even try, but it didn’t stop him wanting her, so he thought maybe things would change at University, and he was right, but not for the better, she turned into a bitch, and she started referring to him as “Little Tommy” owing the fact that he had stopped growing at 5ft 6, and she was 5ft 11.

She also turned into a slut, and not a fussy one, and was known to everyone as one time Sasha, she was always returning home with crotch of jeggings soaked with her cunt juice and some strange guy’s spunk.

So, he had as little to do with her as possible and he had his eye set on a different housemate all together, Sian McKeown, but because of her shyness she was a work in progress.

He happily avoided Sasha however following a stupid Rag Week stunt, while Sian was in bed sick, he ended up hiding in a cupboard with Sasha, and after discovering how well hung he was and because she was such a slut he fucked her, without finesse, he just banged her hole and didn’t stop banging her box until he emptied his sack, and when he spaffed his load, he immediately withdrew from her cunny and she slumped to the floor in a slutty heap.

 

For him that was an end of it but not for her, it was the biggest cock she’d ever had inside her, and she’d had more cocks than most, and she wanted more.

But he didn’t want to give her more, but every day following that she would proposition him, and he kept her at arm’s length for a month but then one weekend he found himself in the house alone with her as the others all went home for the weekend.

He kept himself locked in his room most of the time but at lunchtime on Sunday when he went into the kitchen to get some milk and she appeared.

She walked to the middle of the room and sensually slipped off her Navy-blue knicker down her long stocking clad legs, and the panties were wet following some prolonged masturbation, then Sasha bent over the ironing board in front of him, giving him an excellent view of her oozing minge. 

Which despite his best effort bought a lump in his shorts.

“Look Sasha I admit you’re hot, but I’m not interested”.

“You might not want to, but he does”.

She said still bent over and pointing at his lumpy shorts in her sexy Husky voice.

“Are you really gonna pass up on the chance to berry you throbbing cock in this hot cunt?”

He just shook his head,

“Oh, come on Tom” she pleaded “I’ll let you do anything you want to me”.

“Anything?” he asked.

“Yes anything” Sasha agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”.

“Ok then” he said “Strip”.

She looked at him with eyes wide with excitement and as she undressed, he said.

“Just to be clear, this is a onetime event, and I don’t want hear any sour grapes afterwards.”

“I agree” she said as she removed the last item of clothing, a black stocking, which he took from her and said.

“Turn around and give me your arms”.

“You’re tying me up?” she asked and immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure with her stocking,

When it was done, he bent her over the ironing board so that her great tits hung freely over the edge and her feet were off the floor, and with her hands tied behind her, she had no control at all.

But he decided to give her less, and looked around the kitchen for other bonds so he could tie her ankles to the trestle legs.

He could have used the other stocking, but he had another use for that.

So, he used her bra to secure one leg and her satin top for the other and he knelt on the floor face to face with her slobbering pussy, so he buried his face in her cunt juice and flicked his tongue along her crease, and she welcomed it with whorish acquiescence.

When he had finished, he stood up and undresses and when he had bared his nob, he wet it in her juice then he walked around the front and let her suck it clean but went deep into her mouth and when he withdrew, he heard her slurp, and she dribbled on the floor.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked, “Please fuck me now”.

“I do not want to fuck you” he replied and slapped her hard on the buttock and she yelped.

“I just want your cock in me”.

“I know, but you agreed to let me do anything” he pointed out.

“So, stop asking me to fuck you”.

“But I really want it” she shouted so he picked up the other stocking and gagged her before he returned to her buttocks.

“I do not want to fuck you; he repeated over and over and every time it was punctuated with a hard slap, and she wriggled and squealed.

When he was finished her buttocks were covered with vivid red marks tinged with purple as the first bruised appeared.

She clearly enjoyed the spanking because the inside of her thighs were wet with her cunny juice so then he got two fingers on his right hand well and truly greased up with her cum and screwed them both up her anus and she let out a sharp yell, audible even through the gag,

So, while he frigged her arse hole with two fingers of his right hand, he inserted two fingers of his left up her cunny hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb simultaneously and the effect on her made it look like she was having a fit or something. And by the time he was finished she was jerking around so much he thought the ironing board was going to collapse.

Her whole body was drenched in sweat, and her breathing was laboured, so he decided to remove her gag so she could get some air into her, then he decided to untie her hands from behind her back and retied them to the legs so she could at least brace herself while he pounded her pussy.

He gave her a drink and while she drank said.

“I am going to fuck you now, but this time is the last time so I'm gonna fuck you hard and leave you in a state of humiliation, just to remind you that I never want to fuck you again, do you still want it?”

“God yes” she exclaimed.

So, he walked back round behind her and wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“Oh God Tom” She moaned, “You’re so big”.

He partially withdrew, then banged into her again.

“More of those” she begged.

So, he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the legs to  brace herself and then she got another and another and she gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the ironing board legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as the gripped the legs harder with each pounding thrust.

Tom had to grip the iron board himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

As they neared the end her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail and then her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation, he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her purple buttocks.

He stepped back and was panting quite hard and as he caught his breath, he could see his cum dripping off her red and purple cheeks and dribbling down her thighs then he got dressed as he looked at her lying sluttish-ly bent over the ironing board.

“Time for me to go” he said and slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left to go to the pictures.

 

An hour later Harry, Helen and Christian returned home, and Helen  went into the kitchen and was greeted by the image of Sasha’s naked, sopping, and spent form draped over the Ironing board like a slutty rag doll, with purple cum covered buttocks.

“For God’s sake Sasha” she snarled “Why are you such a slut?”

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