Drake takes the blonde slut to the Drawing Room

Drake can hardly believe his luck. This little hot piece of meat let him thumb her asshole right in front of her best friend. She is either the sluttiest Fresher ever, or she's avoiding disobeying some other contract by acting this DTF.

It doesn't really matter to Drake. It's all the same to him.

He takes a good look at the blonde bimbo's tits, spilling out of the top of her much-too-slutty dress, as he guides her up the staircase and towards the drawing room.

After leading her inside, he doesn't even bother to properly close the door.

It's more fun if there's a chance they get caught.

So, with the din of the party still very much audible downstairs through the crack in the door, he sets about finding out just how accommodating this little blonde whore is going to be.

"So, I had to make a deal with your friend down there, to get her to leave us alone." Drake starts.

"Yes." Amy says meekly.

"So now, there's only a few parts of you that are allowed to touch a part of me." Drake continues.

"That's true." Amy replies, her voice shaky. Drake can't tell if it's anxiety or arousal. It might be both.

"I've pretty much only touched your hips, your butt cheeks... and your asshole." Drake states plainly.

"Yeah." Amy agrees.

"I was really hoping to take you up here so that we could fuck." Drake declares.

The broad already didn't stop me slipping a thumb up inside her backdoor, so this can't surprise her too much.

"I really... I really want to fuck you too." Amy admits, after only the briefest of hesitations.

"Well then." Drake says. "What do you suggest we do?"

Amy whimpers. Her legs are shaking.

"You could... You could drmubuh." Amy mumbles.

"What was that?" Drake asks innocently.

"You could do me up the butt." Amy says more clearly, but still very quietly.

"I've never fucked a girl in the ass without having first done much more standard stuff before." Drake muses out loud. "Fucking you upstairs at a house party... Where anyone could walk in and catch us... And only doing it in the ass... This feels extra-naughty."

"I guess... You really bring out the dirty slut in me." Amy admits hoarsely.

Drake grins, and unzips his suit pants, freeing his rock hard cock. He smirks with pride as he sees Amy's eyes go wide when she sees its size.

"It's a shame I can't let you suck me off to get it all wet." Drake comments casually. "I guess this will have to do."

He spits in his hand, and coats his thick black cock in a thin layer of saliva.

Amy just whimpers.

"Turn around and bend over, slut." Drake says, switching on the cruel degrading dominant voice he likes to use for this sort of sex.

Amy immediately obeys, turning to face the wall, balancing herself against it with one hand, and angling her torso down a bit.

Drake quickly lines the head of his dick up with the young sluts tight little sphincter, a task that is all too easy thanks to her high slit and complete lack of panties.

"Please me gentle with me. I don't have much experience with this sort of-" Amy begins.

Her bracelet lets out a little chime.

"Oh, fuck. Just fuck my ass. Do me hard, make me squeal!" Amy has instantly changed her tune. Perhaps her arousal and submissive nature won over, or perhaps the sound her bracelet made reminded her of something.

"Fuck yeah bitch, that's the fucking spirit." He growls happily, and pushes his hips forward.