A special request

By the time you get to her dorm, the two of you are practically running. When you get inside the door, you kiss ardently, nearly taking each other's clothes off in the lobby. You are both panting with desire. She drags you up the elevator, and as soon as the door closes on her room, you press her up against the wall and strip her clothes and shoes off, while she does the same to you.

Her skin is a coppery mocha color that contrasts nicely with your pale skin. Her bra and panties match, both a green color that accentuates the beauty of her skin. Her jewelry makes her look like an exotic Indian princess. You notice her belly button is pierced, she's wearing a gold belly chain, and she has anklets with red stones in them. You have just your boxers on, tented out in front of you, and she lays on the bed, squeezing her tits.

"What will you give me in order to have sex with me?" she asks, her hand dipping under her panties to stroke her mound.

"Tell me what you want. I will get it for you. Money, sex toys, men, women, cars, grades, name it." You will do almost anything to quench the scorching heat of your cock in her enticing cunt.

Her eyebrow arches. "Men? Women? You'd get someone to go on a date with me, to have sex with me?"

You nod, your eyes burning into hers. "A lot of people owe me favors. Those who don't, owe the people who do." Not really true, but pretty reasonable.

Fatina withdraws her fingers from her panties and licks them very sensually. "Professor duMonde in the Chemistry department. If I let you fuck me, mmmm, you will get me a date with her?"

"Yes. No problem."

"Swear on your penis. Swear on your penis that if you fail, you won't get an erection for a month."

It seems silly, but you do it anyway. If this is what assurance she needs, you have no problem giving it. "I swear on my penis that if I fail to get Fatina a date with Professor duMonde, I will not be able to get erect for a month." You shudder as a prickle runs up your neck and then is gone.

"Now, let's fuck!" you say enthusiastically. You drop your boxers, showing your raging red hard-on. Fatina reaches behind her back and pops open her bra. She carefully pulls the cups off her boobs, grinning from ear to ear. Her breasts are two perfect light brown hemispheres with dark chocolate areoles and fat, pierced nipples -- like two wonderful chocolate desserts. You crawl on the bed and run your fingers inside the waistband of her panties. Fatina's body shudders at your touch, and she moans. She raises her hips off the bed, and you pull the panties off her mound, breathing deeply to catch the scent of her arousal. You see another gold ring nestled in the dark curls of her neatly-trimmed pussy. Fatina is definitely the most bejeweled woman you've ever had sex with, and nearly the most pierced.

You flick your tongue on her labial ring and move up her body, licking along the way, to her belly ring. You tease it with your tongue until she gyrates her hips and groans a little louder. As you crawl up her delicious body, you rub your chest, then belly, along her mound. Her hands are entwined in your hair and stroking your back. Your lips reach her tits, and you kiss every square inch of one, circling around until you finally kiss her nipple. Fatina purrs. Then you start over on the other breast. She whimpers plaintively.

You raise yourself up on your arms above her and look down on the beautiful sight of her sexy body.