Gender: Male Age: 46 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Jason makes Jen pay him back.....|
A knock on the door disturbed Jen's afternoon studies. She opened it to see her boyfriend, Jason, smiling at her. He seemed to fill the doorway with his athletic frame, his red t-shirt stretched across his broad chest.
"Hi, you free?" he said, brown eyes twinkling.
"I'm studying," she happily replied and motioned him in as she quickly glanced in the mirror to see if she looked okay. She brushed a few strands of her black hair back over her ear and adjusted her ponytail.
"Dr. Evans canceled class at the last second, thought I'd come over and spend some time with you," he said as he dropped off his backpack.
"Sure," Jen started, before being cut off by his lips on hers.
Jason slowly backed her up to her bed as they kissed, their tongues battling. Her hands held on to his powerful arms as he lifted her on to the bed and joined her.
"Okay, stop," she smiled as she softly pushed him back. "We can't go too far right now."
Jason pouted for a moment before kissing her again. Jen gave into the simple pleasure of letting her boyfriend kiss and caress her. She nestled against his broad chest and stroked his brown hair. Finally, he pulled back and gathered her into his arms, cheek to cheek, holding her gently. They lay in silence for long minutes, kissing and touching, no words needing to be spoken. It was heavenly.
"So," Jason mused as he played with her hand, her fingers intertwined with his, "Let's talk about how you're going to pay me back."
"What? Pay you back for what?"
"For what? When your mom came down, you asked me to act like your boyfriend. I think I did a really good job, and you agreed you would pay me back."
Jen gaped at his mischievous grin. "Jason, you can't be serious! You are my boyfriend!"
"Hey now, don't try to get out of it," he chuckled as he playfully bumped her temple with his. "You agreed to it, now live up to you word."
Jen mounced at him but he wasn't giving in. She had, indeed, agreed to do something unspecified, doubtlessly of a sexual nature to pay him back. That she had only agreed under duress was apparently irrelevant to him. She hoped he was just teasing.
"What did you have in mind?" she finally asked, resigned.
"Hmm, let me think. What do I want this body to do for me?" he asked, his face twisted in thought.
"Oh my God, you're serious!" she complained.
"Yeah," he agreed as he absently cupped her breast, his eyes a million miles away. He slowly turned to her, a lascivious smile forming on his face. "I've got an idea," he said, nodding.
The look in his eyes jolted Jen as an earlier comment he had made about anal sex jumped into her mind. Her ass clenched involuntarily. "Jason, no."
"Yeah," he nodded again. A quizzical look crossed his face as she stared at him in horror. " 'No' what?" he asked, puzzled. "You don't know what I came up with."
Jen glanced down for a moment and Jason followed her eyes. Suddenly, realization dawned on him.
"Oh, no, not that," he said nonchalantly. Jen relaxed momentarily before his eyes snapped back to her, twinkling in mischief. "Oh, so that's how you wanted to pay me back, huh?"
"No!" Jen squealed in dissent.
Suddenly Jason was in motion, his strong arms flipping her onto her belly. He shoved a pillow under her hips and jumped on top her. "You want it like this?" he laughed, slamming his hips into her ass.
"NO!" Jen protested through a laugh as he started to dry hump her butt.
"Yeah, you wanted to give me that little ass as payment," he teased as he leaned over her, his hand slipping under her shirt to tickle her side.
Jen screamed her objection but was laughing too hard to make words. Jason's assault continued unabated and he started making gross sex noises as he bounced on her. He was much bigger and stronger than she was and seemed to easily keep her under him. His humping was so aggressive that the bed frame was banging against the wall.
"Oh, yeah baby, your ass is so tight! Yeah baby! Give it to me!"
Jen shrieked in disapproval, yelling at him to stop between bouts of laughter. She tried to squirm away, but he was just too strong. Suddenly there was a violent series of knocks on the door. They both froze.
"Jen, are you okay?" a voice shouted.
"Yeah," she laughed as she slithered out of Jason's grasp.
The door opened and Amanda, the floor's Resident Assistant, stepped in looking concerned. Jen straightened her shirt and tried to stop laughing, but Jason reached out and tickled her again. Jen jumped and stepped further away.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled as she swatted Jason's hand away again. "Sorry."
"Jason," Amanda said, nodding coldly at him.
"Hey Mandy," Jason replied casually, sliding off the bed like a snake and reaching for Jen's ankles.
"I'll keep it down," Jen promised as she hopped, trying to avoid his hands.
Amanda agreed with a cold smile and left, closing the door behind her.
Jen silently admonished Jason as she danced around, avoiding his hands, finally leaping up on her bed and hiding under the covers. Moments later Jason lay on top of her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
They each caught their breath for a few moments before his lips found hers and they kissed again. Finally, he pulled away and rolled on to his back. They shared another laugh as she smiled up at him.
"You're bad," she pouted.
"Yes, I am," he happily agreed. "But no, I'm not going to take your ass as payback. I wouldn't make you do that. I had something a little bit more...out in the open."
The glint in his eyes was unsettling. "Jason, no!" she begged, shocked that he would ask her to do something in public again.
"It's a fun one," he grinned. "Guess." Jen thought for a moment, looking at his impossibly handsome face, brimming with sexual mischief. "Guess what I want you to do," he purred, sexuality dripping in his voice. "It's something so naughty you'll beg me to take your ass instead."
An image flashed into Jen's mind and her eyes flinched to his, as she thought, "No, he couldn't possibly ask me to do that."
Jason seemed to notice the glimmer in her eyes. "What? What were you thinking?"
"Nothing," Jen replied, looking at him tentatively as she struggled to suppress an embarrassed grin. Jason's eyes widened as he looked at her in surprise.
"Oh no, it was something. What were you thinking?"
The image flashed into her mind again and she clamped a hand over her grin. "Nothing," she answered unconvincingly. Jason moved closer to hover over her face with an incredulous smile.
"No, you definitely thought of something. What were you expecting me to make you do?" Jason asked, looking into her eyes.
Jen shook her head, both hands now over her mouth, her feet twisted together. She could feel the blush running down her face to her neck. There was no way she could tell him what she had been thinking.
"Oh my God, you are a naughty girl!" Jason accused her.
"I'm a good girl," she countered with a giggle from behind her hands. "You're the pervert."
"On that we both agree, but you..." he grinned. He started to shake his head slowly. "Jennifer, what is going on in that beautiful head of yours?" he clucked in mock disapproval.
"Nothing," she repeated, pulling her hands down and trying to look innocent. "I'm a good girl."
His hazel eyes bored into hers, sparkling with mirth. They both began to snicker together. His forehead bumped against hers and he shook his head at her.
"Oh, Jennifer, what am I going to do with you?" he sighed.
Jen shrugged in response and kissed him. Suddenly the alarm on his phone started chirping. "Saved by the bell," she teased.
"Yeah, okay," Jason agreed grumpily as he rolled off of her. Jason gathered his bag and kissed her again. He leaned into her ear and whispered.
"I know you were thinking of something. Write it down."
"Jason, no," she squeaked in embarrassment, staring at the wicked smile on his face.
"C'mon dollface," he pressed. "Don't give it to me, just keep it for yourself, as a memory."
"Oh my God, Jason," she protested, her cheeks burning as she blushed furiously.
"Please," Jason whispered with a wink and turned to leave.
Jen smiled, clutching the sheets to her chin as she watched him leave. The image of her naughty thought flashing through her mind again. Suddenly she sat up. He hadn't told her what he wanted her to do!
Jen met Jason at the Student Union Thursday evening, both finished with their final exams. She had dressed conservatively, perhaps as a reaction to his intentions; a nice pink striped top with a knee length black skirt and flats. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, looking sweet and innocent. Asexual tension hung in the air. Jen knew the reason for this meeting. It was payback time.
"You look delicious," he smiled as he greeted her with a warm hug and kiss.
His wicked grin put her on edge, and he seemed to be enjoying himself too much. He bought her a coffee and then led her to a table. Finally, he produced an envelope and placed it in front of her. The mirth in his eyes somehow left, replaced with a sexual leer. Jen could feel the blush starting to rise in her face. She glanced at the envelope but tried to ignore it. The twinkle in his eye was no less unsettling and she couldn't help but grin in embarrassment. Finally, she reached for it.
"No," he grinned, stopping her hand with his. "Show me your envelope."
Jen breathed heavily and stared at him for a moment, her pulse quickening. She had written down her naughty option and brought it along as he requested. It was too wicked to even dream of doing, but she imagined his to be even worse. With a reluctant swallow, she withdrew her hand from his envelope and retrieved hers from her purse.
"Hmm," he said in mock thought, toying with the two envelopes. "Which one should I choose?"
Jen's heart was racing now. "You promised me you wouldn't make me do...," she started before cutting herself off.
"I'm not making you do anything," he reminded her. "Pick one."
Jen paused for only a moment before grabbing his envelope. She glanced at his hungry eyes again before opening it. Jason took her envelope and went to open it.
"No," she yelped as she snatched it out of his hands. "You don't get to see this."
Jason frowned for her and then rested his chin on his fists to observe her reaction. With a deep breath, she pulled out the card and read the horrible words. Her jaw fell.
"No," she gasped, raising her shocked eyes to his. "No!" She read the card again in disbelief. "Masturbate in the Library? Jason, you can't be serious!"
"Yeah," he grinned in response, slinging his backpack on. "It's payback time," he said as he took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
Jen followed numbly, a pit in her stomach. She shook her head vigorously as he led her out of the Student Union and towards the library. The falling night coated the campus in dark colors as she repeatedly told him she wouldn't do it. He ignored her, and soon they were approaching the entrance of the Library. He pulled her into a secluded alcove and silenced her with a passionate kiss. She gripped his arms and struggled weakly as his tongue battled hers. Finally, breathless, he pulled away.
"Let's just go back to your room and have sex," she offered, hoping to get out of her predicament. She squeezed his crotch as an additional inducement.
"Soon enough," he grinned. "Let's go in."
They walked up to the third floor and did a lap, Jen's hand holding his with a death grip, her eyes too frightened to look at anyone. Finally he stopped her and pulled her close.
"Did you notice that?" he whispered into her ear. She shook her head in response. "Everyone is lost in their studies. Finals week. No one is screwing around. Except for you."
Jen's knees went weak as she looked into his wicked smile, shaking her head yet again. There were a whole flock of butterflies in her stomach as she glanced around. Jason gave her a little peck on her cheek and handed her his backpack.
"I'll be waiting in my room," he smiled. "Have fun."
Jen hissed a plea for mercy at his retreating figure, but all he did was turn and wink at her. She swallowed and looked around helplessly before slowly walked the floor again, looking for a cubicle. On the one hand, Jason was right: everyone was studying intently. On the other hand, the place was pretty full. Most of the cubicles were backing to the stacks, which meant anyone could see her at any time. She finally picked one and sat down, surprising herself that she was wet already. She opened Jason's laptop to find a note to her, complete with a script. She started the webcam recording and read the words he had left for her.
"Hi Jason," she whispered into the camera. "I'm really grateful that you were able to act like such a," she snorted in disgust, pantomiming quotes with her fingers, "gentleman when my mother visited. So I wanted to make you a video here in the library to say thanks!"
Her hand drifted down to her crotch as her eyes darted around to see if anyone was watching. She started to rub herself over her black skirt, hoping to avoid any further humiliation. It was jarring, sitting in a well-lit public space and touching herself. She looked at her face in the screen, all pink top and big eyes, and bit her lip apprehensively.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she hissed to herself.
Jen kept her eyes darting around, slipping in an occasional squeeze of her breasts as she rubbed herself. She now regretted wearing a padded bra, which essentially muted any effect her hands were having. Her mind was buzzing, trying to focus on cumming while trying to ensure no one noticed her.
Minutes later she finally conceded that over the skirt was not going to work. She had been unable to do anything more than get more aroused, there was no way that she was going to finish by rubbing herself through her skirt. Glancing around again, she reached back into his backpack and pulled out a folder to place on her lap. After another quick check, she reached down to the hem of her skirt. Her hand slid slowly up her bare thigh, trying to look casual as her hand slipped under her skirt. She twitched as her fingers found herself through her panties.
She tried to avoid staring at anyone too long. Mostly, the students seemed engrossed in their studies. Jen didn't know where to put her eyes; it seemed weird to stare at her own image. She regretted wearing such a long skirt. If she had worn a short skirt it wouldn't be so obvious, now most of her thigh was exposed. Her fingers found the sweet spot and she started furiously rubbing herself, hoping to get the task over with quickly.
It wasn't working. There were too many distractions with her eyes open and she was too scared to close them. She was turned on, but not nearly enough. The thought of just faking an orgasm crossed her mind but she discarded it: she wasn't a cheater. Finally, she pulled her hand out and straightened her skirt. Holding her head in steepled hands, she closed her eyes and focused on her hottest memory; Jason stripping her and then eating her out as she hung from the basketball rim in the old gymnasium. She licked her lips, fantasizing about how she must have looked, completely exposed while she squirmed on his face.
Eyes clamped shut, her hand detached from her head and surreptitiously cupped her breast. She spared a quick glance around and quickly snaked her hand under her skirt again. Looking into the camera, she held the image of her at the gym in her mind as she fingered herself over her panties. Her body throbbed with excitement as she stroked the soft silkiness between her legs. Had she worn the sheer lace panty Jason had given her she would had much better access. As it was, the cotton liner blocked too much of her touch to complete the deal. To her dismay, ever so slowly, the moment drifted away. She tried desperately to hold on, staring at her eyes in the camera, trying to will herself to an orgasm. Tugging on the leg seam, she tried to push the fabric out of the way. It was not cooperating, and she realized she would have to spread her legs wantonly to get proper access. Although the thought caused a hot flush to run through her, she knew it was too obvious to do here.
A book thudded on a desk from across the stacks and she started, looking around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her failed attempts to be a pervert in public. She withdrew her hand and glanced around again.
"Okay," she whispered to the camera, "I'm going to take a break."
She quickly shut the laptop and put it in the backpack and hurried off to the ladies' room. Once in a stall, she slipped her bra off through her armholes and shoved it in the backpack. After covering the seat, she pulled her panties down, pulled her dress up, and sat on the toilet. Spreading her legs, she started to touch herself, this time unfettered by interfering cloth. Her fingers settled on her clit, circling it in that familiar motion she loved. Her other hand snaked under her top, cupping her breast and pinching her turgid nipples. This was definitely going to work.
A wicked thought crossed her mind and she paused, stripping off her panties and wrapping them in tissues before putting them into the backpack. She opened the laptop again and started recording.
"Hi Jason," she whispered into the camera, even though she was alone in the bathroom. "I'm taking a little...study break."
She angled the camera so that the hand under her blouse was visible, and then panned down to show her pussy. She set the laptop precariously on the toilet paper holder and stared into the camera as she touched herself. She sucked two fingers before lowering them, gasping as she slid them into her pussy. A low moan escaped her lips as she started finger fucking herself, her body racing to its release. She leaned back uncomfortably on the plumbing as her other hand joined the action, rubbing her clit as she pumped herself. She pulled her hands away just in the nick of time, panting into the camera.
"Let's go finish this," she grinned wickedly, lewdly cleaned her fingers off with her tongue.
She put the laptop in the bag and left to find a cubicle. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, her nipples now clearly protruding from her pink top, two neat little bumps on a pink stripe. She gave each a playful tweak before slipping out into the library. She wasted no time finding another cubby, sparing only a quick glace around. A girl was wrapped up in her studies only two desks over and a small group was at a table across the way, but it would do. Jen opened the laptop and grinned into the camera as she started recording. She panned around, giving Jason a good view of where she was. She mouthed a "watch this" to the camera and then glanced around one last time. Looking straight into the camera, she slid her hand up her bare thigh. She spread her legs slightly, and her finger found her clit, still wet and throbbing from her previous escapade. She again pulled the memory of her time in the gym to the forefront of her mind, remembering Jason's tongue on her as she hung nude and helpless from the basketball rim. Her body started to respond and she stared at her face on the computer, her breath coming shorter and faster. She imagined someone looking over and seeing her, and suddenly the floor fell away from her.
Her orgasm crashed hard on her, her face clenched as she tried to stifle any noise. She balled up on her chair as she continued to finger herself, riding the wave as far as it would take her. She belatedly clamped a hand over her mouth as her orgasm subsided. Moments later she recovered enough of her wits to pull her skirt back into place. She fearfully opened her eyes and glanced around. Thankfully she saw no one watching her. She looked back into the camera and giggled, embarrassed.
"Hope you liked it," she grinned, turning off the camera with a wave and closing the laptop.
She quickly packed up and fled the library, giddy at having successfully completed her task. Now, her goal was to find Jason. She rapidly crossed campus to his dorm. He opened the door almost immediately, staring into her eyes. She stepped in and they jumped into each other's arm.
"Oh, God, Jennifer," he growled appreciatively.
Their clothes flew off in their single-minded pursuit, lips parting just long enough for their tops to clear. Jason threw her on the bed, pulling her ponytail out before his hands grabbed a firm handful of hair, aggressively pulling her to him. He licked his way down her neck, pausing to lick the hollow that drove her wild, a hand pawing her breast. Suddenly his mouth was on her breast, one had knotted in her hair, the other pinching her nipple. He sucked on her hard nipples as she held him in place, fingers laced in his hair, her legs wrapped around his torso. He started to move further down her body, but she stopped him.
"No," she growled, pulling him up by his hair.
With a quick move she aligned her hips and guided him in. His rock hard cock slammed home in one powerful thrust, filling her desperate cunt in the way that she craved. Her limbs wrapped tightly around his hot, hard body, soft skin contrasting to his as he started to piston inside of her. His arms clamped around her, squeezing her tight against him, his hard bicep smashed against her cheek. The activities of the night had stuck with her. With a moan, she started to cum, fire burning through her veins, sweat lubricating their hot skin as they slid against each other. Her orgasm raged through her body, every nerve seeming on fire. Her pussy clamped rhythmically on his hard cock as crest after crest of her orgasm shook her.
Jason clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her, their eyes locked in ecstasy. He started hissing at her, telling her what a slut she was for masturbating in public, his seedy words driving her orgasm to last longer. Her world was starting to get fuzzy, overwhelmed with pleasure. Finally he started to cum inside her. Groaning her name, his hot thick cum exploded from his hard cock and mixed with hers. His hand slipped from her mouth and she nestled breathlessly in his neck, shaking with aftershocks as he softened inside her.
"You're incredible," he whispered in her ear.
Jen smiled at his compliment. "I'm a good girl," she countered softly, stroking the back of his head contentedly. "A very good girl."
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