Redheaded Dorm Slut
Thanks to a rough and dirty video spreading like wildfire, everyone on campus knows that Annabel is a slut - and two roommates in a senior dorm want a piece of the pie. The gorgeous redhead tries to resist, but despite the humiliation she faces, her desperate craving for sex may just be her undoing. Warning: Story contains a smoking hot firehead and some elements of humiliation. More
“Come on, don’t play coy.” The senior next to her reached out and put one large hand on her bare thigh.
“You know you love it. Admit it, you’re turned on when you think of everyone watching this.”
No. I’m not, you complete....
She bit her lip, remembering her last orgasm, remembering how she had exploded to the thought of Michael pointing his phone right at her.
But she couldn’t bring herself to actually reply.
“Yeah, you love getting all of that attention.” Eli’s voice had taken on a much softer tone that caused the hairs on the back of Annabel’s neck to stand on end. He squeezed her thigh. “And we like giving you attention.”
His hand on her felt like it might singe her skin. She should have left. She simply should have stood up and left, but for some reason, her body was betraying her. She remained glued to her seat, trembling ever so slightly. Her mind was screaming at her.
Fingers massaged her leg, slid along the inside of her thigh and began slowly stroking upwards. Annabel closed her eyes and prayed that this was not actually happening. She couldn’t be in this situation. There was no way she would be so stupid.
Still she remained, frozen and tense. Eli continued to move his fingers. Her heart was jumping with anxiety, matching the sudden throbbing between her legs.
She shouldn’t be wanting this. She had already been humiliated enough.
He pushed up the hemline of her skirt, then dipped his hand beneath. She still felt him stroking her leg in a slow, circling motion.
“No panties,” Eli muttered. “Should have guessed.”
She might have worn some if she’d still had any with no holes cut into them, but she choked on the biting reply when he nudged her legs further apart. A sound to her right startled her, but then she realized it was Andrew, until now sitting so still in his beanbag chair, tossing the magazine aside and rising.
Then he stepped closer and took a seat to her other side.
“We both think you’re gorgeous,” he said, and put one hand on her knee. “Seriously. Your body is amazing.”
She stared, still completely unable to process.
“Yeah,” Eli agreed. “We just really want to see all that gorgeousness up close.”
She bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound. Her legs shook.
“Relax,” Andrew whispered into her ear, and reached up with the hand that wasn’t groping her knee to gently massage her shoulder. “You’re so damn sexy. We just want to feel you up a little. It’ll be good.”