Chapter One

 

When I met Damian I was out at a party my first year at university, and looking for fun and games. And nothing more. He wasn't my type, really, except physically. But there was a kind of raw, dark animal magnetism about him that turned me on.

Now if I'd been still in high school I would never have considered just going out with a guy for sex! That was a sure way to get a reputation as a slut. But I wasn't a high school girl anymore and wasn't living at home anymore.

I was an adult, and far from home, and knew very few people at school. So I felt free to... explore things. I wanted to experience some wild, exciting, thrilling things in life, the stuff I hadn't experienced up until that point. The things I hadn't dared to experiment with up until then.

Damian seemed like the dark type, the edgy type. He was tall and had a strong, lithe, swimmer's body. His black hair spilled across his forehead but didn't hide the intensity of his brown eyes. I wasn't sure until he kissed me, and I let him, and felt the incredible passion of his kiss! That passion curled my toes and made my nipples tingle!

So I went home with him. Why not? I was young and free, and there was no one around to gossip. I guess my first surprise was that he didn't live on campus. Though older students often lived in the apartments or houses around the edge of the university, or even further into the city.

We walked to his place, which he said was only a few blocks off-campus. And the walk kept being interrupted as he turned and pulled me in against him to kiss me. His kisses were the best I'd ever had! They left me breathless and had my pulse racing.

Of course, he got handsy, but it was dark and we were alone, and I knew I was going to sleep with him anyway. And his hands seemed to know what they were doing, just like his lips did. Of course, I was already super aroused. I hadn't had a lot of experience with sex, and I felt... empowered, just going for it like that.

Plus he was hot, and I was feeling wild and daring. So when his hands fondled my breasts I didn't complain. I let him. In fact, I had decided to let him do pretty much whatever he wanted. I wanted to see what hot, nasty sex was like.

At one point he pushed me up against a tree, his hand roughly pressed against my upper chest, just below my neck as his mouth crushed mine. I felt his other hand jerking up the hem of my short skirt and moaned, my eyes rolling around in case anyone was near.

His hand slid down into the front of my thong, and I shuddered, feeling a wild rush of heat mixed with anxiety. I mean, we were outside in the open on someone's lawn! But his fingers weren't rough, the way boys often were. They explored the line of my sex, then began to rub me there, rubbing softly, then harder.

The sensations and excitement burned within me, the fires spiraling higher as his lips crushed mine. The hand he had against my upper chest slid higher until the heel of his hand was barely touching my chest and his hand was around my throat. He wasn't squeezing hard, but he was squeezing even as his lips moved against mine.

I felt... helpless, overpowered. But instead of feeling afraid I was excited. After all, I was going to give him what he wanted, so it's not like I needed to fear him.

His fingers pressed more firmly, and the sensations burned hotter within my lower belly, my muscles quivering so that my hips began to grind against him!

His fingers pulled up but only to yank my thong down!

I felt another rush of anxiety even as he pulled his lips from me, and I jerked my head from side to side, my eyes skimming over the cars parked by the side of the road, and the darkened yards around us even as my thong slid down past my knees.

Damian pulled away, but only long enough to bend over and grab it. He lifted one leg, then jerked the thong out, and a moment later I lifted the other foot, blushing furiously as he straightened up. I started to feel a jolt of uncertainty. Like, was he going to try and have sex here!? Here!? No way!

He dropped to his knees, lifting my skirt right up around my waist, and then to my shock, he leaned in to tongue my pussy!

Now up to this point in my life boys barely paid attention to my pussy except to rub it a little and then stick their cocks in me. They seemed to think oral sex was my job, not theirs. So now I was feeling his tongue sliding up and down the line of my sex. His thumbs peeled me open and he found my clitoris.

OMG! Holy shit! I cried out, then clamped my lips closed in case anyone should notice us! I gripped the tree behind me to keep me steady as his tongue swirled around and around my clit, then swept from side to side, faster and faster!

I was starting to literally tremble with the sexual pressure which was exploding inside me! Then he rose, dropping my skirt, licking and lightly chewing his way up my body. I was wearing a loose, light, tank top. He lifted it up just as he had my skirt, then his hands slid around behind me and he undid my bra.

I moaned, my eyes darting around again as he reached behind my neck and undid the other strap.

"D-Damian!" I moaned in a kind of protest.

He ignored it.

"Take your bra off," he ordered.

It wasn't a request!

Almost trembling, I peeled the strap down my arm, over my hand, then did the same with the other one. He lifted my tank up and my breasts were bare to the world!

I've always been kind of proud of my breasts, to be honest. I've had boys tell me they're perfect. They're nice and big, but not too big to be firm. They're round and full, with small pink nipples which were hard as little pebbles right then.

His mouth went right at them! His lips closed around my left breast, his teeth digging in lightly as he began to suck. His tongue swirled around and around my nipple, then back and forth over it as his other hand rose to knead my right breast.

His right hand slid down my body and under my skirt, rubbing my pussy again!

This was so slutty of me! So wild and daring! Or at least, I thought it was. My pulse was racing, my heart pounding, and my whole body felt feverish with hunger and passion.

And then he pulled back, looking smug and relaxed.

"Let's go," he said.

My legs felt rubbery, and I had a bra in my hand. I looked for my thong but he jerked me away.

"My thong!" I moaned.

"It's in my pocket."

I pulled my tank top down and stuffed my bra into my purse, but he lifted the tank top up again, baring my breasts.

"Walk like this."

"Are you crazy!?" I gasped, staring around us.

"You can pull it down if anyone comes near."

"But -!"

"You have gorgeous tits. Why not show them off?"

He pulled me along, gripping my hand, and we walked further along the street, my breasts bare! Then he reached down and pulled my skirt up.

"Damian!" I squealed.

"I'll let it drop if anyone comes near."

He held my skirt up around my waist so I was practically walking naked down a quiet neighborhood street!

He stopped as we passed a car, roughly turned me around, and bent me over the hood.

Crack!

I yelped as he slapped my bottom. Then his hand was thrust between my thighs. I felt myself being penetrated. I was sopping wet by then, so it wasn't difficult. On the other hand, I was tight and his thumb was not exactly tiny!

I shuddered and moaned, my bare breasts pressed against the warm hood of the car as his thumb pushed in all the way to the knuckle! His fingers started rubbing my clitoris as his thumb pumped in and out, and I felt the dark animal hunger growing more intense within me again! I knew an orgasm wasn't far off!

Which kind of shocked me because I'd never had an orgasm except by masturbating.

"Are you gonna be my bitch tonight, Hailey?" he growled.

His thumb pulled out and he slapped my bottom again.

"Are you?"

"Ow! Yes!" I gasped.

His thumb pushed into me again, his fingers rubbing my clitoris, but then his other hand gripped a thick mass of my blonde hair and jerked it sharply back.

I cried out, startled, my scalp stinging.

"Say it. Tell me you're my bitch," he growled.

"Oh! Oh! Please!" I gasped, his fingers rubbing hard and fast.

"Say it."

"I-I'm your bitch!" I moaned.

He released me and then pulled me upright by the arm, jerking me along beside him.

Oh my God, this was so intense!

"Hold your skirt up. Both hands."

Trembling, I obeyed, walking along with my skirt up around my waist, holding it in my hands, my pussy and ass and breasts completely naked to the world!

I felt his hand on my ass, squeezing and kneading it.

"Hot, sexy little bitch," he said.

We turned a corner and walked up to an old Victorian house with a big balcony on the first and second floors. I started to lower the skirt and got another slap on the bottom.

"You lower the skirt when I tell you to, bitch," he growled.

I gulped at the word, but then he gripped my hair, pulling my head up and back.

"Remember, you're my bitch. Say it."

"I-I'm your bitch!" I gasped.

I was starting to get a little anxious now, a little wary. I wanted hot, wicked sex but I was starting to worry about whether he might be a little much for me!

He pushed open the door. There was a narrow hallway with a closed door on the left, then another one at the end. There was also a set of stairs leading up, and he took that. I followed him to the second floor. There were two doors and he unlocked one and pulled me inside.

It was dark and the only light came from the light-bulb in the hall and the window I could see to the left. He spun me around and shoved me against the wall next to the door.

"Take your top off," he ordered.

Again, it wasn't a request.

I gulped and peeled my tank top up and off, then dropped it as his hand closed around my throat! This time he squeezed more as he leaned in to kiss me, and I moaned, grasping his wrist as he kissed me.

He eased back.

"Put your hands down," he ordered.

Panting, I obeyed. His hand wasn't stopping me from breathing. It was just making it a bit harder.

"Tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch," I moaned.

"Take your skirt off."

I reached down, my fingers trembling, and undid my skirt, then let it drop around my ankles.

He closed the door and flicked on the light.

A light. It was an overhead light, and not bright. It spilled a harsh light down on the room. That was what it was, though bigger than a dorm room. It had a counter with a tiny fridge and a microwave against the right wall. It had no stove and just a few cupboards. There was a small round table next to it, half-covered in clothes and books.

The living room had a sofa against the far wall and a flat-screen TV on a small cabinet on the one I was pressed against. I didn't see a bed.

He spun me around to face the wall, then slapped my bottom again.

"Push your ass out at me. Spread your legs."

Panting, heart pounding, I obeyed as his hand slid up and down my bare back, down to squeeze and slap my buttocks, then down further, his hand following the contours of my body until he was cupping my sex.

"Tell me you're my bitch, Hailey."

"I'm... I'm your bitch!" I moaned.

His hand pulled back.

Crack!

I gasped.

"Bad girl," he said. "Naughty girl."

His hand was thrust between my thighs again, palming my sex. I felt a finger pushing up into me, then a second, thrusting up and down. His other hand gripped my hair and jerked it back, forcing my head way back.

"Put your hands against the wall!" he growled.

Whimpering, I obeyed, and he released my hair, his hand fondling my breast instead as his two middle fingers pushed up and down in my sopping pussy. Then his left hand slid down my front, his fingers finding my clitoris. At the same time, I felt his thumb pushing against my back opening.

"Oh! Please!"

His hand drew back and he slapped my ass sharply.

"You're my bitch. You already said so!" he growled.

Then his hand was back, his fingers pushing roughly up into my pussy, his thumb wriggling up into my bottom as his other hand rubbed my clitoris.

"You think I can't make you come right here, right now? You think I can't make you come on my fingers, bitch?"

I knew he could because I was almost there! I moaned, pushing my hips back further. My hands and arms were against the wall and now I bowed back, pressing my swollen breasts against it too, grinding and rubbing them against the hard surface as his fingers thrust up into my trembling body.

I was gulping in air, sweltering in the heat of my own body. And then the orgasm hit and I cried out, my hips bucking back, spasming, jerking convulsively as his fingers thrust up into me and rubbed my clitoris hard and fast.

The orgasm washed over me like a flood of liquid heat.