This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female/female sex, male/female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, nonconsent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the age of consent, which means they are adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all acts portrayed herein.
This is the story of Samantha Johnson. a twenty-one-year-old fair-skinned blonde with golden hair who uses her alluring sexuality to further her position on the job and in life. She is hot and beautiful. And she has known that since she was a young child.
Men have always stared at her. They have always followed her every move. She spent many days at the gym and pool in skimpy and form-hugging attire that accentuated her perfect body. Her mother was a beauty who unconsciously taught her to be a calculating, power-hungry bitch.
She learned quickly that guys would fall all over themselves to do her bidding in hopes of being with her. As she got older, she realized they secretly hoped to get her in bed. Her mother always used sex as a tool or weapon to get her father to do as she wished. She often heard the arguments through the wall separating their rooms.
She often overheard them having sex and fantasized about controlling guys with her body. Because her mom was such a bitch, she got treated like a princess by Daddy. She could do no wrong. But Daddy kept a close rein on her. He was the town mayor, and the cops were her unofficial babysitters and bodyguards.
After high school, she went to college for business administration with a minor in marketing and management as well as finance management. It was during college that she learned to trade sex for top grades. Men would do anything to get into bed with her. She received Magna Cum Laude, or, as she called it, Mega Cum Loudly. She was very expressive when she climaxed.
College was also where she learned that there were women who craved her charms. Yes, there was a female prof who didn't mind upgrading a term paper for the chance to sleep with an exquisite young woman.
Sam, as she likes to be called, is a very natural golden blond. The golden locks on her pretty head matched the fleece on her sexual jewel. only it was a bit more sparse down below. She stood five feet three inches in height. She had a magnificent set of breasts that measured in at thirty-four inches with "B" cups. Her waist was a mere twenty-six inches while her hips measured thirty inches.
She had curves in all the right places. Adding to her allure were her ice blue eyes and dainty little nose on a flawless, blemish-free face and body. The first man to plunder her charms was a campus security guard who found her drunk with a bottle of JD in her hand as she squatted behind a group of bushes with her jeans and thongs at her ankles as she relieved herself.
She was shocked when she saw a flash of light. She quickly stood up, pulling up her underwear and jeans in one swift motion while dropping the bottle of JD. The campus cop grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling into her own puddle of urine. She struggled drunkenly as he held fast.
He said, "Miss, you need to calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. "I'm campus security." He continued, "May I see your student ID?"
Sam rummaged around in her small purse and produced her campus ID, shoving it in his face and sneering drunkenly, "Here, here is my fucking ID" He took it and examined it. He took a picture of it with his phone. and handed it back.
"What dorm are you residing in, Samantha?" He asked. She told him, and he walked her to her dorm. At the door, he gave her a campus summons and left. She stuffed it in her purse, went to her room, and slept off her drunkenness.
The next day, she awoke with a smashing hangover. She didn't remember being escorted to her dorm by the campus cop. She found the disciplinary summons in her purse and fearfully thought she was going to be expelled.
The summons required her appearance before five p.m. today. She got up and showered, put on makeup, and checked the time. It was eleven in the morning. She rushed over to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat. She ate toast with jam and had a glass of OJ. She stopped at the restroom to relieve herself. She was nervous. Drinking on campus was grounds for expulsion.
She spent a few hours in one of the student halls trying to calm herself and work up the nerve to answer the summons. She imagined her father, who would be furious, and her deceased mother, who had always hoped for the best for her little girl.
She arrived at the campus security office at four p.m. The campus cop who gave her the summons was just starting his shift. He greeted her and asked her to sit next to a desk. He pulled out his copy of the summons and asked her if she knew the consequences of drinking on campus.
She started crying and babbling incoherently while apologizing, claiming never to drink on campus again. "I'll do anything, anything at all, just name it." "My father will be furious," she told him.
He looked at her and said, "Anything?"
She looked at him in silence, accessing him. He was in his early thirties and handsome. He seemed kind and gentle. But, was he asking for sex? She whispered, "Do you mean sex?"
He responded, "You did say that you would do anything, and if I file this summons, you will go up in front of the student review board and be expelled."
She hung her head and mumbled in embarrassment, "I'm a virgin."
He looked at her, amused and surprised. Not many young ladies make it intact to college these days. Most are very accomplished in sexual matters by the time they graduate high school. This is a rare find, indeed. He broke the silence between them, saying, "I will be gentle with you while relieving you of the burden of chastity."
She thought how kind and considerate he was. He did not become vulgar when suggesting he have sex with her. Most men would have suggested that they "Fuck." She was still quite nervous.
The cop said, "Listen, Sam, can I call you Sam?"
Sam agreed with a nod.
He continued, "You have sex with me, and this summons is handed to you to rip up and burn if you wish. I have to start my campus patrols in forty-five minutes, so we shouldn't waste this time.
She seemed hesitant as she reached up and pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her firm bra-encased breasts. He looked at Sam, who was uncomfortably removing her blouse. He examined the flawlessly exposed flesh. She stood up and unsnapped her jeans, pushing them to her knees as she sat and removed her Sketchers.
She then pushed her jeans down her legs and over her feet, laying them on the floor. He looked at her. She was flawless, and he was going to be her first. He went to her, taking her hand and pulling her up to embrace her near nakedness. She was warm and soft. Her skin was flawless as he kissed her small, sweet-tasting mouth while rubbing her back with his open hands.
She responded to his kiss. sucking his tongue into her mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her thoughts were comforting her as she thought that she may not ever find a man as gentle to be her first lover.
He deftly unsnapped her lacey bra and rubbed her back as she lowered her arms to allow the garment to fall to the floor. There she stood, in an embrace with a campus cop, in nothing but her silky thong underwear.
He moved one hand to cup her firm breast as he reached down with the other to massage her firm ass. God, I love these young college babes. By the time most of these girls are thirty, they will have lost this beautiful firmness. They will have one or more brats and a few extra pounds of leftover baby fat on their sagging breasts and hips.
He smiled. He gets at least one young co-ed in the sack each semester. Sam has got to be the most beautiful one yet. and a virgin to boot. He busied himself with kissing and massaging her as he pushed her final skimpy article of clothing down her legs to join her other clothing on the floor.
He then unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor, stepped out of them, and picked her up to sit her on the counter, which provided the correct height for stand-up penetration of her virgin vagina.
He reached down between the two of them and rubbed her crotch, feeling her wetness. He then gripped his cock and rubbed the head up and down her golden fleece-lined furrow, getting her wet lubricating slickness on the head of his cock. He centered his cock on her vaginal opening and slowly started applying pressure to insert himself into her.
She grimaced at the foreign pressure applied to her sex, and he grabbed her firm ass as he plunged himself to the hilt into her previously virgin sex. She gasped at the sudden invasion. I caught her off guard. It wasn't extremely painful. It was more like a pinch as he tore through her hymen.
He was considerate; he just stayed still, buried to the base inside of her, as she grew accustomed to his presence in her vagina. He slowly started withdrawing and advancing back and forth, in and out, setting a rhythm of sexual intercourse as he plowed her sexual furrow.
He continued his assault, and she became sexually overheated, experiencing a climax and screaming out as it hit her. He held back his release until he felt her warm gush and heard her scream in ecstasy. He jammed in tightly as he emptied his sperm into her wet, warm chasm.
She clung to him; she was exhausted, and she felt his spunk leaking out from around the juncture of their mating sexual organs. So this was sex, fucking; she had no idea it could feel so good yet so naughty.
He pulled himself out and got dressed. He then handed her the summons and said, "As we agreed."
She got dressed, and as he suggested, she stopped at the campus women's health center for the morning-after pill and birth control. She took the summons and his advice. She went back to her dorm and showered. She couldn't believe she just traded sex for staying out of trouble. At least in her father's eyes, she was still his little princess.
That was the beginning of how our Princess Sam came to understand the power of sex. She loved the attention from the guys. Wherever she went, there was a guy who was willing to buy her lunch, dinner, or a drink. all hoping to plunder her feminine charms.
She found it both amusing and annoying that men left such primal desires to rule their lives. She had goals, and nothing is going to keep her from obtaining them. She also had few female friends. Most women her age were shallow and unmotivated. It seemed as though they were more interested in landing a partner than securing a carrier.
Samantha liked to attend parties. She also likes to drink. Since that fateful first night, she has hooked up with Mickie; Mickie's real name is Mike. Mickie has no interest in Sam as a sexual partner. He, or she, as she identifies herself, is interested in men.
Mickie dresses as a female, twenty-four-seven. They are constantly in each other's company. Sam feels no threat to her femininity with Mickie. Mickie doesn't drink, so she is the perfect partner to party with. She can leave the party smashed, and Mickie will help her to her dorm and make sure she is safe.
But as every college student eventually learns, parties lead to poor grades. Poor grades can lead to failure. Failure leads to flunking out of school. The first test grades of this semester came out, and she received a 1.8 in applied mathematics. That was Professor Barnes's class. That couldn't stand.
