***Part 2 - Wet***
My parents tried to make a me *good girl..
Published: August 29th 2022, 12:27:50 pm
***Part 2 - Wet***
My parents tried to make a me *good girl* and taught me the importance of sex only after marriage. They told me girls who don’t would end up as whores for multiple men.
**They were right.**
A handsome boy I recognized from my college classes but was too shy to ever talk to came up to me as I was looking at clothes at Target. His cock growing ever harder as he noticed how much better I look than he ever imagined, he asked me if I went to his school. I whisper *yes* quietly, while his cock erected and his shorts slipping to expose is already wet tip.
The exchange is quick and concise. We move to the mens bathroom and take the unused stall. My lips wrap around his cock as I hungrily swallow it whole. I could hear other men begin to line up outside the stall hoping they will be next. I am a professional at this point so his climax comes quickly than he ever expected. I welcome the warm and salty prize to my lips. I licked over them once as I looked up at him. His face was utter perfection, smooth skin, a strong jaw, and a set of deep knowing eyes. There was only one flaw.
*Disappointment*
I could tell that he wasn’t finished and wanted more, no he *needed* more. My body acted more than my brain ever could. It felt completely natural to give myself to him. I turned away from him and allowed him to push my face to the wall. This was my first time and it would happen in a mens bathroom. My parents would disown me if they knew. The idea of disobedience only fueled my lust for what was next.
My phone began buzzing and I quickly grabbed it before my roommate woke up. My heart was beating so much faster than normal and it took me a moment to catch my breath. My dreams have been become so much more intense over the pass month that I didn’t think I could handle it anymore and my anxiety kicked in. After a few more minutes, I calmed down enough and began getting ready for my stupid 8:00 am lecture. But froze as I pulled off the sheets. As my bottom layer of my bed sheet was covered in a thin layer of wetness that could have only come from me.
