I was a virgin college freshman and all I wanted in life was to get some. The loneliness and the horniness had gotten unbearable. I lifted weights and built a chiseled physique, hoping I would attract girls, but they never turned their heads or thought about what I had under my clothes. Anyway, if they saw the full package they wouldn't be impressed.
Of course I never told anyone in college I was a virgin. Everyone was getting laid except me. I was terrified of rejection. I would hardly know what to do if I had the chance. I was afraid I'd be laughed at.
You have to appreciate my desperation to understand how I flew into the trap of a young, voracious Venus. In fact, her name was Diana, after the goddess of the hunt, who would let no man overcome her or see her nude and live to tell the tale. I was on my way to class one day when an ad written in marker on a whiteboard posted outside a dorm room down the hall from mine stopped me cold. I didn't know who lived there, but scrawled in a feminine hand was the message:"Spankings $20. Pelvic thrusts $30."
My eyelids and cock both jutted upward before I had time to process it in my mind. My first thought was that if I hesitated, if i waited to see how long the sign stayed up, if I plotted a time to knock, inevitably I would pussy out. If what my eyes told me was real, I had to take the leap before it dissolved into a dream. I glanced around furtively, and finding the hall empty, I knocked, and only then wondered in panic what I would say. The door opened and I recognized Diana, a voluptuous brown-haired girl from my psychology class. I recalled I had shot my load into my bedsheets thinking of her the night before. She was short, round, powerfully built, and answered the door in skimpy leopard print bra and panties. I looked down and saw a knot of brown pubic hair poking unapoloegtically from the seems of her panties, between her creamy, think thighs. She wasn't a conventional beauty, but I'd never wanted anything more.
"What is it?" she asked curtly, as I stuttered and sputtered. "Well...?"
"I saw the sign," I managed.
"You saw the sign," she repeated in a tone unmistakably accusing and mocking.
I lost courage under her imperious gaze and decided to change course. "Yeah, somebody put a weird ad on your whiteboard. A joke, I guess. I thought I'd be neighborly and warn you about it."
"I wrote the sign," she said flatly.
"Oh, you did?" I tried to smile nonchalantly.
"Why? What about the sign?" she demanded. She then pulled me inside and shut the door behind me. She looked me up and down and said, "I wrote it as a joke...Don't tell me, you're here to pay for it." She cackled harshly.
"No, of course not. I knew it was a joke." She seemed to stare through me until I melted. "Okay...I was walking, and I had the money, and so..."
She laughed in my face. It was the laugh that made me fear talking to her and every woman. "I can't believe it. You must be a virgin. Okay, what the hell then. Take your pants off."
I blanched. "I dont need to take mine off. I'll just spank you a bit and be on my way."
"Oh, I see you have a sense of humor. No, you're going to pay me to spank you."
I was intrigued of course, aroused even, but I couldn't admit it. I just froze, just like I did with every woman. "I should be going. I'm not into that kind of thing. There's been a mistake."
"There's no mistake. You're here for a spanking. Tell you what--let's wrestle for it. If you can get on top you can take the pelvic thrust for free."
Granted, I didn't have much pride, but I started feeling insulted. "I don't think you want that," I said, trying to sound tough. She smirked, so I explained, "I work out every day."
"Let's take a look," she said in a slightly friendlier voice, and started pulling up my shirt from the bottom. I was tired of my body being ignored and this was the closest I'd had to a sexual invitation. I took off my shirt myself and held it awkwardly by my side. She leered at me with what seemed like approval. "Keep going," she said, stepping closer to me while looking down. She wore a sexy perfume and was prettier than I'd noticed in class. Without thinking I quickly pulled off my pants and underwear. My cock was pointing down now but engorged. I felt relieved that it looked bigger than usual. I hoped she'd think it was flacid.
"What else are you taking off?" I asked.
"I'm not taking off anything."
She stepped forward with a compact, skillful push that sent me flying into the wall. I suddenly feared she would hurt me and became fully erect. She gave me a short punch in the stomach and I doubled over in front of her, completely exposed and helpless. She stood me up and began to stroke my nipples. I involuntarily moaned. "You like that?" she asked rhetorically.
"Yes!" I moaned louder, writhing in ecstacy under the spell of her delicate fingers.
"These hands can bring pleasure, or pain," she said as she released my nipples. She stuck her foot behind mine and tripped me to the floor. I blushed so hard I had hives all over my body. My flesh burned with shock, frustration and shame. As I landed she began trampling me as I tried to rise, nimbly stepping around me and stamping my chest back down.
"Look at how ridiculous you look, with your hard little dick flopping around under me."
I couldn't argue the point. She bent down, grabbed one of my ankles in each hand and pulled me across the floor on my back toward her bed. Then she stopped, turned around and stood over me with her ass directly above my face.
"What are you looking at?" she demanded.
"Your beautiful ass," I gasped. She wedged her leopard skin panties up her ass crack to make them a thong, showing off her ample, lucious cheeks.
