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"I have never been the type of person that enjoys waiting for what she wants, Tom." I said coyly.

“Well, I thought you needed to be in class.”

“Pfftt. Advanced Business Math can wait, I cannot. You think you can help me, Tom? Please.” I batted my eyes and mocked innocence.

I watched the struggle in his eyes, and his pants. I knew the moment I had won, he gave himself a full body shudder and straightened his shoulders. I didn’t wait for his official answer, I just turned and walked away. He would follow, and he did. I knew at this time of day that the bathrooms close to the track field would be empty. (Being a whore, I have my surroundings mapped out and know the rotations of most activities. It benefits me to know these things, Diary)

I walked into the bathroom and gave it a quick scan. Empty. The door opens behind me and in strolled Tom. Have I mentioned how much nervousness is a turn on to me? His down casted eyes and slumped shoulders was hot. I walked up to him, slapped a condom into his palm and leaned forward to lock the door.

“Take off your pants.” I ordered. It was nice to see that one part of his body was not shy in the lest.

I wasted no time. I lifted my skirt, leaned against the wall and presented my pretty little ass and pussy from behind to Tom. (Another wonderful thing about being a whore is that I never wear panties and almost always wear skirts. Its all about easy access, Diary). I heard the rip of the condom foil and his hands on my hips, positioning me. I was slick with readiness.

As I’ve mentioned before, I am short, and Tom is tall, so in order for him to enter me, he needed to crouch down a bit and stab up. He speared me, and my feet left the floor with his first upwards thrust. I cried out, I mixture of pain and pleasure. The rumors about his girth were true and if it wasn’t for my already aroused state, he wouldn’t have fit without some stretching work.

Tom moved in closer and pinned me against the wall, making my feet leave the floor again. I was in no position to protest or in danger of falling. He had me anchored to him and was taking my full weight at the point where we connected. His breath was hot and sweet against my neck and my pussy spasmed from the sheer size of his dick. In a word, Diary, Heaven!

I was stuck in between his body and the wall and had his mercy. He was moving slowly, enjoying feeling my cunt stretch around him when he would almost pull out of me and then push back in. The fire inside me began to build. Thankfully I have the wonderful ability to cum easily, and from being a whore for years, my kegal muscles were on point. I squeezed his cock rapidly as he was doing that slow entering thing again and he moaned deep in his chest.

“Come on Tom, fuck me!” I whined.

“I…I can’t, or I will cum. You are too tight.”

He was struggling and that just made it even hotter. I concentrated on my kegals and massaged him from inside my warmth. My orgasm was right there, so close and I was determined to achieve it. I risked removing one hand that was helping brace myself against the wall and moved it down my body. I found my clit and rubbed. It was all I needed, and I exploded. I writhed on his cock and moaned like the whore I am.

“Stop moving,” He growled

But I didn’t Diary, cause I wanted him to cum.

“Oh, fuck it,” and Tom started fucking me hard, teeth rattling hard. He came moments later in quick thrusting bursts and when I felt a one of those squirts a little too much, I knew we had broken the condom. I had feared it, ok well not feared, cause I am kinda “pro-choice” when it comes to condoms and I cannot get pregnant, but I figured it might have been too small for him. I was right. He continued to empty into me and I could feel how full I was of him. It was a delicious feeling.

Once he pulled out, we both saw the end had blown out. I just laughed and he seemed a little bit more scared.

“Don’t worry sweetie. That was fantastic!” I went to my purse and took out a pair of panties.

“What are you doing? I thought you weren’t wearing panties earlier.” Tom was nervously trying to get his semi chubbed cock back into his jeans.

“I enjoy wearing panties when semen is leaking out of me. I like the smell of soaked panties and feeling them damp against my mound all day.”

I straightened my skirt over my ass, checked my make-up and left Tom standing there in the women’s bathroom, still struggling with that beer can thick cock of his.

Diary, let me tell you, I am pretty sure I didn’t pass my test. I was too distracted by the way my panties were sticking to my pussy lips and how I couldn’t wait to have more.