Tyler has ideas

"You're really into this new slut aesthetic of yours, aren't you?" Tyler said, leering at me.

"Just trying out something new."

"Does Jamie know what you've been up to lately?"

I looked away, he already knew the answer to that question. He was suddenly standing very close to me, I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Just be a good girl and he'll never know," he whispered as his hand started sliding up the inside of my thigh. I stood completely still as his fingers caressed me, shivers running up my spine. I held my breath as he started gently stroking my pussy through my thong, finding it already damp.

"Dirty girl," he whispered as his rubbing became more insistent.

I barely managed to contain a moan, giving him instead a restrained whimper. Pulling my thong to the side, two fingers slid easily into my wet cunt. Staring me straight in the eyes, he started fingering me. I glared at him in response, but did nothing to stop him from molesting me. With his fingers still in my cunt, he grabbed my hair with his other hand and led me over to Jamie's bed. A moan escaped me at his treatment. Why did getting manhandled by assholes turn me on so fucking much? With a push he had me on my stomach on the bed, with him on top of me.

"I've wanted to do this for so fucking long," he said breathlessly as he flipped up my skirt.

Desire pulsed in me as he massaged my bare ass, with his thumbs finding their way to caress my pussy lips. I could hear him pulling off his pants. Pulling my thong to the side again, he his rubbed his cock against my wetness, eliciting more gasps from me.

"God damn you're wet," he said. "You really are a dirty little whore."

I moaned in agreement as he rammed his cock into my wet and willing hole. It was true I realized, I had become a whore. I was letting him fuck me as payment to keep his mouth shut. The way he was fucking me, I was starting to wonder if I would have let him do me regardless. He didn't have the size or the skill of Brandon, but he did have enthusiasm. He was also really into demeaning me, which I for some reason I found extremely hot.

"You were always such a sanctimonious bitch," he said reaching around my head, hooking his fingers into my cheeks and holding my mouth open as he pounded me. "Turns out you just needed a good dicking to set you straight."

My eyes were rolling into my head up as I felt myself slip into the familiar state of white bliss as I was used an abused by a powerful man. Tyler's thrusts were becoming shorter and harder as he approached his climax.

"Take it bitch!" he screamed as he started pumping his cum into me. After several more thrusts he collapsed on top of me, heaving breathlessly. I groaned in frustration at being denied my orgasm. Standing up, he gave my ass a slap before pulling up his pants and dropping himself into the couch. I was a red hot mess. My fingers found my pussy, eager to get the release Tyler had denied me. I was furiously masturbating in my boyfriends bed, Tyler's cum dripping off my fingers, when I heard someone opening the door. In complete panic I pushed myself up. As Jamie entered I was sitting at the side of his bed. I **** a smile as I tried to ignore my pulsing desire. I just hoped he wouldn't notice the wet spot we had left on his bed....

(Suspicion +5%)