Natalie - Relief Surrogate
Karl was fuming. The interstate traffic from Tampa Airport had been jammed and he was long delayed in arriving with his passenger at the Total Woman Academy southern campus. It was one of his favorite facilities, with its sundrenched balmy climate and its variety of coed grade levels and ethnicities. He had waited almost a year for his rotation as the staff coach tutor emeritus during the upcoming long holiday weekend.
He peeked in the backseat where his passenger was still fast asleep. Lycka, a Swedish transfer student, had been exhausted by her long flight from Stockholm. He was personally aware of the rigors that occurred enroute for the new coeds and had shown her an uncharacteristic kindness. He allowed her to sleep in the backseat rather than perform his expected continuous blowjob during the drive.
Thus, they arrived late at the TWA facility, not only missing some valuable training time, but arriving with Karl's balls bursting with pent-up sperm. He was anxious to deposit Lycka officially with the housemother and then make a personal deposit in his first weekend coed random roster assignment.
Karl rushed through the arrival routine, inspected his guest coach tutor suite, and sought out Layna in her dorm room. She was his first roster slot, a freestyle warmup training session. He marched to her room and entered unannounced. Her roommate Natalie was there, studying alone at a book strewn student desk. She remained seated but gave the big black elite alpha male her full attention.
Karl scanned her over. He liked her Southeast Asian appearance, slim but curvy in the right places. Her black eyes setoff her light brown complexion. Her straight black hair hung to her waist, drawn back and captured in a scalp molding ponytail. She had learned her poise lessons well; she wore hoop earrings and fire engine red lipstick, always on display to please the passing male. She could be Thai or Pinoy. She would be a welcome addition to his random roster later in the weekend.
"Where's Layna?" Karl asked.
"Sir, she was here earlier but I don't know where she went."
"How soon will she be back?"
"Sorry, sir, but she didn't say."
Karl felt the uncomfortable heaviness in his balls and made an impetuous decision.
"Then, come here, girl; I have a use for you."
Natalie's expression turned to anguish. She knew what use he had for her and she balked at the time consuming demand.
"Please, sir, I have an important engineering exam tomorrow morning, and I need to study. Couldn't you just wait for Layna?"
Karl strode to Natalie and hauled her upright, spilling her study papers on the floor. She wiggled ineffectively in his grasp, pushing on his hands with physical and verbal protest. Karl easily overcame that with mild strength, grabbing a handful of hair in his left hand. She yelped and clawed at his rough grip but to no avail.
His left hand yanked down her tube-top and left it pooled around her belly. Her youthful tits stood out firm on her chest. He pulled the strings of her tied thong and dragged that off, then cupped and kneaded the nubile but sizeable right breast as she continued her struggling complaints. She was no match for his size and he swept the books and papers from her desk. Seizing her waist, he plopped her ass on the hard wooden top and pressed her down. With a two handed hold on her ass, he got his hips between her flailing legs. Adjusting his stance, he positioned his ready cock at her groin and drove in. She wailed and wiggled, trying to decouple.
A few thrusts later he lifted her into a standing fuck, bouncing her petite body on his cock. She was forced to cling to his neck and waist while her cunt slid up and down his shaft. His tip punched against her cervix with each stroke and she clawed at his shoulders, mightily trying to find a way to shorten the deep penetrations. Karl tried to counteract for her unbalancing wobbles; he turned and stepped several paces, regaining his balance as the cycles continued. But, unable to compensate forever as she tested different moves, he let them tumble conjoined onto her roommate's bed. The sturdy furniture cracked but held, sensibly designed for robust rousting in this training facility.
Karl adjusted his position and thrust mightily in missionary. He had more control with Natalie trapped beneath him. But she was inventive and determined. She pushed her foot against the wall and rolled them out onto the floor. She landed on top, in cowgirl. Karl grabbed her hips and held her down tight on his cock. It was now a test of strength, Karl's arms versus Natalie's legs. She was unable to overcome his power and effectively lift off his erection. She relaxed in place and surrendered the struggle.
Karl bent at the waist and, holding Natalie tight against his groin, moved into Lotus pose. She sat on his lap, somewhat appeased that one thing had been accomplished; his penetrations would be just a bit less in this position and save her cervix its previous pounding.
He hugged her body against his torso. She decided to cooperate and get it over with. Karl was not overly surprised when he felt her pussy lift and fall a few inches on his erection. He lessened his hug and gave her some freedom to oscillate her hips and ass. She rubbed her nipples on his chest and twisted her hips in such a way that her clitoris brushed against his groin. The fight had excited her and her pussy tingled more and more with each broad stroke as if she might as well enjoy the inevitable.
Karl felt her body moving quicker and she was breathing deeper in his lap. He smiled and let her scamper up the rise to ecstasy. Her spine stiffened and she careened out a girlish wail as her body was racked by the orgasmic tremors. She collapsed in his arms, panting down from her passionate peak.
All throughout the forced coupling, Natalie had fought and cried, her struggles and sobs twisting and turning her cunt on Karl's torqued dick, adding stimulation to his penile nerves. He liked that and begrudged her selfish dismissal of that extra stimulation. He wanted to regenerate the rough foreplay.
Karl hauled back a hand and spanked her ass hard. The resounding crack was almost as loud as the one the near-fractured bed had made. She whooped and tried to peel away from his grip. He was quick, rolling them over on the floor, capturing her again beneath his weight.
He revolved his hips and stroked within her. His cock grew stouter with her renewed escape efforts. His knob scoured her insides, his coronal nerves firing up past the red line. His peak got closer and closer, and then it got too close to control. Karl re-doubled his thrusts and came hard inside her, drenching her cavity with his spunk as his vision blurred from the forceful act. It was a satiating spend, blanking out his vision, draining the built up excess that had lingered too long between ejaculations. Natalie quit struggling and Karl lay on her, recovering his consciousness.
Neither one had heard the door open. Layna had entered as Karl was grunting out his final rope into Natalie's cunt. She hesitated at the door, respectfully waiting for them to float undisturbed through the post orgasmic glow.
Natalie was crying, the sobs jittering her body but it seemed to go on too long. She pushed on Karl's shoulders and he graciously leaned up. He saw her face and realized that she wasn't crying; she was laughing. Her excited chatter spilled out.
"Did you like my crying little girl gambit? Did it seem real? I've been practicing it whenever I can. The older men say it adds to their fantasies, like they're raping a young virgin. Did it help you?"
Karl brooded silently, remembering how his dick got larger inside her gyrating pussy. Natalie was irrepressible in her glee.
"I think it did; you stretched me fuller and fuller the longer we scuffle-fucked."
