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Senior year. We had been friends since freshman year when we were dorm mates. He started dating this wild chick who would hook up with other chicks at parties. He inevitably catch her, they’d fight, make up and do it all over again.
Smelling the stank of slut on this bitch, I started jerking off thinking about her. Then one night at a party she hooks up again with a girl. This time a group of guys were standing around watching.
They fight as usual but this time as different. I sense she was getting bored fucking and sucking the same dick every night and decided to break up with him.
Poor guy was heartbroken, but I was horny and ready for my turn at bat with this slut.
I gradually start flirting with her till one night we’re on the couch and we start making out. (He as at class.). Things eventually start heating up and before I know it she’s sleeping over in my room several nights a week, which was awkward for my friend.
So I’ve got to pause for a minute to say this girl was a fucking perverted freak. She always kept a tube of lube and condoms next to her bed which tells me I was far from her second fuckboy and hardly the last. Our second or third time fucking, she asks me to take pictures, which I do.
And the screaming during sex! Oh my god she was like a fucking banshee. We also had thin walls so we shortly found out her ex bf was heating everything.
He confronted me and I said, sorry it won’t happen again, but I knew I was lying. There was no way I was going to rein it in. I was having too much fun and so was she, so I said to myself, “fuck him.” He knew she was a free use whore the entire time they were together so why would this pussy get all bothered now that she was getting dicked down hard by his buddy??
I started making it louder. Headboard banging against the wall and me and her both screaming when we came. The loud fuck-a-thons continued until one day I come home and he’s got boxes out and he’s packing up all his shit.
He told me coldly I was no friend and he had had enough. The guy moved out within the week and went back to life with this hometown.
I didn’t feel bad. Not one bit. It just made me want to fuck her harder and louder. I got drunk on the thought of fucking his gf in the same house while he listened from the other room.
Back to me and slut. Eventually I started falling for her. We started dating and if you think she suddenly reformed her ways and stopped cheating, well you’d be wrong. There were long trips out of town when she would ghost me for days. There were the girls nights out when she couldn’t be reached.
I had it bad at this point. But really, I was actually just addicted to the adrenaline of her fucking some stud and coming back home to me so I could reclaim her. Things eventually escalated and i told her I know what she was going behind my back, which was cool. All she needed to do was be a good girl and tell me the stories while sucking me off. We played this hit little game where everyone id pull my cock out of her mouth and she’d have to recite the name of some guy she had fucked behind my back.
At first she was hesitant but then I started to withhold sex until she started cooperating. Guys, that shit worked like a charm so much that she began getting into it. She would enjoy being called names and told what a little slut she was. She actually started calling herself a proud slut.
Eventually we started making plans for her to start seducing my friends, some of which were married by that point. The plan was for me to leave the room and her to just throw herself at them.
Sadly, I never fulfilled that perverted little fantasy because she dumped me after hooking up with someone she had met on another trip, but not before I saw pictures of her with him in her bikini on her socials. Don’t think for a second I didn’t beat off to those. Did for years afterward.
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