Chapter Five

Dale sipped from his gold-laced beer, sitting in an Alastair wingbacked chair with Heather’s pert butt ensconced firmly in his lap, an arm curled securely around her lissom waist, while the petite silver-blonde threw back a virgin margarita.

The lime-colored mocktail glittered, too, before it was gone.

“This is fine, isn’t it?” She asked uncertainly, wriggling until the tent in his trousers was hotdogged between the firm buns under her slinky emerald dress. “You won’t tell anyone if we get a little cozy together? That’s really important to me, Sweetie. You understand, don’t you?”

“Sure thing, babe. No problemo. Now, how about a little sugar?”

The Beta Theta Fi presidential suite was spacious and richly appointed.

Dale had planned to impress the frosty sorority queen with the high, well-lit ceilings, antique rosewood furniture, and restored leather upholstery. Expensive Persian rugs covered the polished oak floors, a Wall Street executive desk was tucked into a large study nook, and his genuine Chesterfield custom king bed dominated the apartment-sized quarters.

They had barely closed the mahogany double doors before Heather had pounced on him. Shoving Dale into the uncomfortable reading chair to paw and rub at him like a catholic schoolgirl gone wild.

Christ, he wished they had saved some of that extraordinary golden dust. The **** made his cock harder than a granite pillar, and he wanted to snort lines of the sparkly aphrodisiac off those shapely little tatas.

“Alright,” Heather tapped a dainty finger against her chin as though deliberating the request for a simple smooch with Dale’s stiff dick wedged in her ball-busting crack. “But no kissing and telling, okay?”

“A gentleman never does.” He chuffed, grinding his hips and running exploratory hands up her slender sides. “Stop being a damn tease. I know you want it, and we’re past due for some action. It’s tonight or never. You hear me?”

Alarm flashed across the waifish blonde’s expression. Indecision was instantly replaced with beet-faced determination, and she craned her neck to plant breathily parted lips on his own, rocking her tight rump like a cowgirl riding a mechanical bull.

Their tongues quested and joined. Heather tasted of honeydew. Sweet and cloying, infinitely better than Dale had dared imagine. Her kiss was more intoxicating than the beer or glimmering powder. His hands wandered over her firm perky tits, latching on and pawing greedily.

She moaned into his mouth, strings of saliva connecting them as she spun side-on to grant him easier access. The change in position withdrew Dale from her delectable rear, but Heather compensated by squeezing his prominent lump between her thin thighs instead.

The damp, cloth-covered girth slid seamlessly into her sumptuous thigh gap, riding up the short hem of her silk dress and rubbing against somewhere warm and surprisingly wet.

“This isn’t wrong, is it? For me–Heather, to yearn to feel closer to a handsome, important man like you.” She cooed, gentle and plaintive. “Please tell me there’s nothing wrong with that, Sweetie.”

The pleading tone was so unexpected and goddamn sexy, that Dale’s primed prick jerked in its restraints. Moisture seeped over his crotch, and it wasn’t all from him. Heather’s floral perfume was overwhelming, and the sparkle of gold on her ruby lips left him enthralled.

“Everything is fine, Babe. This was always going to happen.” The sandy-haired Senior mauled her small chest in reassurance. “You just didn’t know it until now.”

The tension and unease in her posture evaporated like a desert mirage leaving a sultry, smiling college sexpot grinding in his lap, leaning into his groping touch and raking her manicured fingernails down his shirt front.

“Of course it was… Mmmhmm~! Thank you for explaining that to silly lil’ me, Sweetie.” The heat and relief in Heather’s voice were palpable. She squeezed and gyrated on Dale’s bulge with renewed vigor. “I really needed to hear you say that. There was no way that some tiny slip of a girl like Heather… that’s me, could resist someone as powerful and hunky as you.”

Her elegant hands flew to his zipper and, after a few deft motions, released the meaty heft of the monster imprisoned within. Dale grunted when it leaped free, rearing to go and smacking the sorority queen’s trim tummy. Soft fingers encircled his pulsating shaft, stroking and lavishing it with worshipful attentiveness.

Something about Heather’s demeanor felt off. Too submissive and servile for the formerly frigid belle. But when the first spurt of sticky precum splattered the underside of her nubile cleavage, staining the expensive emerald number, Dale couldn’t muster enough coherent brain cells to give a shit.

She was right there.

The superstar showstopper of all his deepest, post-pubescent fantasies was writhing in his arms. Her precious pantyless cunt sliding against his root–smearing hot, glistening lines up and down his adamantine hardness.

Dale surged forward with the desire to claim her. To wreck Heather’s prissy pussy and despoil the haughty bitch forever. His feverish hands shredded the glamorous dress, unveiling her stiff, succulent nipples set atop gently tanned molehills of lickable flesh.

He lowered his mouth to bathe them in hungry kisses.

“Oh! Oh, Sweetie! I can feel your lust. I’m drowning in your desire. Use me!” She gasped, jacking him faster. Gooey globs of seed oozed over her pumping fist and covered the cheap chastity ring. “Use this tight body to slake that youthful passion and mold my virgin snatch into the shape of your ginormous mortal cock!”

In a single fluid movement, Heather rose, twisting her toned hips like a belly dancer, and sank down on Dale’s steely length with a wordless wail of ecstasy that rattled the window panes.

“Jesus, fuck! I knew you were hiding a nasty whore under that icy exterior!”

He was suddenly inside her. Snuggled in her clutching depths. The slick tightness enveloping him was like a dream. Heather’s slight gymnast figure arched wantonly, every inch of her lean and defined. Her flat abdomen rippled with every piercing penetration, protruding just a fraction when she took all of him in.

Ye-Yes… by the stars! I’m your nasty whore, Sweetie. All yours tonight… Hyaaa~!” Heather cried, ripping Dale’s shirt open to lick at his broad chest. “Your manly lust bakes my soul. The strength of your desire decimates my will… Hnnnh! Make me your nasty whore, Sweetie. Bend and break me on your irresistible masculinity!”

He grabbed her willowy hips–she was so fucking small and light in his grasp–and pounded up into her frantic downward momentum. Heather was bouncing on him like a feral fuckbunny, her gorgeous perfection contorted into a howling, bucking Fourth of July firework set to explode at any second.

“Fucking hell, Babe! You’re going to make me cum if you keep going like that.” Dale grunted, and his balls rumbled like the shifting of tectonic plates. “Is that what you want? Do you want a sticky cream pie for your first time?”

Heather’s eyelids fluttered, and for a second, Dale thought he caught a flash of violet under the long lashes. Then her vise-like walls clamped down around him as a tremendous orgasm racked the silver-haired nymphet’s delicate frame.

“YEESSSSS!! Give it to meeee~!”

It was probably the most textbook example of enthusiastic consent the Frat President had ever witnessed. With one final, heroic flex, he crammed every last millimeter into her constricting cunt and unleashed several years of pent-up desire for the unrepentant cock-tease in a climatic cum-blasting crescendo.

“Gah, yeah! Gonna stuff you full, slut!” He roared, biting her neck to leave his mark. “Gonna bang the bitchiness right out of you! Leave you walking bow-legged and leaking by morning!”

He crushed her in a possessive hug, still releasing inside her lithe, shaking body. Minutes that felt like hours of dizzying gratification later, Heather stared up at him, her enchanting face flushed and love-struck eyes glowing amethyst. A streak of bright blue highlighted her platinum locks.

“Promises, promises.” She chimed playfully, rocking her sublime hips with sinuous seduction. “You’re still rock hard inside me, Sweetie. How about taking your nasty whore for another spin and really teach her a lesson this time?”

Dale blinked.

Had her tiny titties grown a little larger?

Then Heather ran her moist pink tongue up his stubbly chin and over his mouth, leaving a glittering golden trail across his lips.

Suddenly, he didn’t care.

“Get on the goddamn bed,” Dale commanded, smacking her on the flank like a pony. “Face down, ass up. I’m going to loosen you up tonight, Babe.”

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