Author's Note: This is a work of fantasy. The situations and people described are fictional.
What I found in Morgan was something I had never even ventured to think was a possibility for me. She liked to be used, to be treated as a sexual object. She would get off on being roughed up and pretending not to want what she really craved.
What ensued after she took that SD card from me was something beyond words. I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked anyone in my life that night. I slapped her face, her ass, her tits, her pussy, fuck I even slapped her stomach. And she came hard off all of it, over and over. By the time she went home the next morning my sheets were soaked in her juices and my cock and hands were raw.
I hate to repeat myself, but a couple of things just remain true and do bear repeating. I bore easily and I do not so much look to create opportunity as I am really good at recognizing when opportunity finds me. My relationship with Morgan, if I dare to call it that, seemed to turn both perceived truths on their respective heads.
"You know I have a lot more friends than just Jessica," Morgan said one night when we were laying in my bed together after another fuck session.
"I kinda figured as much," I said as I looked over to the blonde 18 year old laying naked next to me.
"And you know I did like what you did to me and Jessica in the storage room," Morgan said, her blue eyes almost twinkling as she looked into mine.
"Okay," I said, as I propped myself up on my elbows. "Look, I don't like playing games, if you want to tell me something just tell me. Don't make me play connect the dots."
"What I'm saying is," Morgan started as she too propped herself up on her elbows. "Is that it would be hot, to do that again. But this time me be like Jessica was that night, and one of my friends be like me."
"Is this a trap?" I asked, as I had to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.
I had known since the first time I fucked her that Morgan was different. I knew she definitely possessed a pension for being used. What I didn't even begin to think was that she might have some of me in her too.
"Not at all," Morgan said as she climbed to straddle my waist and put her hands on my chest. "You fucking me while I had my face in Jessica's pussy was so hot. And mmmm, when she was eating my ass....fuck! Kevin I want that again! But Jessica won't look at me anymore," she said as she shifted her weight, and reached between us to grab my hardening cock.
"Fuck, Morgan!" I groaned, as I felt the warmth of her cunt begin to surround the head of my cock.
"There's just one catch," the blonde nymph said as she sank herself onto my cock.
"What the fuck is that?" I moaned as I grabbed Morgan's ass hard with both my hands.
"I keep the SD cards. Always," Morgan said as she began to move her hips up and down torturously slow pace.
"Deal, slut," I said as I slapped her ass hard. "Now fuck yourself on my cock like you mean it!"
"Yeah?" Morgan asked, as a sly grin appeared on her face.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" I responded, as I slapped her ass again.
"Mmmm I love when you slap my ass," Morgan groaned as she started to pick up her pace. "And I know exactly who I want you to have first!"
"Tell me, you fucked up cunt!" I demanded as I slapped her ass again and harder than any of the previous slaps.
"My roommate Amanda," Morgan said, her breath ragged as she slid her soaking wet cunt up and down my cock. "Her Dad's a Minister. I think she's only even kissed a guy once."
"Fuuck!" I groaned as I thrust my hips to meet Morgan's fucking. "You are fucked up!"
"So?"
"I love it!" I said as I grabbed a fistful of her hair in my right hand and yanked her head back so she was staring up at the ceiling. "Now make yourself cum on my cock while you describe this Amanda to me."
"Mmmm," Morgan groaned, as I let her hair go so she could look at me. "She's my age, 18....brunette though, she's my height and weighs more than I do....Fuck I need your cock," she groaned as her right hand went to her clit.
"Keep going!" I ordered.
"But she's not fat," Morgan said. "I've had a crush on her for a while now."
"You want to eat her pussy, don't you?" I asked as I slapped Morgan's left tit.
"Fuuuuck yes!"
"You want to sit on her face and have her eat your ass and cunt while you watch me fuck her tight, just deflowered pussy?"
"Mmmmm, I want that so baaaad," Morgan said.
"Yeah that's it cum for me just like you're going to cum on your friends face!" I demanded as I slapped her right tit hard.
"Oh my..... Fuuuuuckkkkk!" Morgan howled as she came harder than I had ever seen her cum.
"Well let's make it happen!" I said with a smile as Morgan fell forward onto me, exhausted.
"Mmmkay," she murmured into my neck as she started to doze off to an orgasm induced sleep.
Before Morgan left that night we made plans for her to bring Amanda by the coffee shop the next day while I was working, so I could see her. To say it was hard to sleep that night, or concentrate on my job the next afternoon would be a vast understatement.
Jessica had, for some reason, abruptly quit her job at the coffee shop soon after Morgan and I started seeing each other regularly. I think the bitch was jealous of the fact that Morgan was coming to see me instead of her. Anyway, she had since been replaced by another college student named Mike. Mike and I got along as co-workers though I would imagine any time spent with him outside of work would be painful.
Mike definitely did have an eye for Morgan, though. Every time she would come in to say hi to me or just to grab a drink he would check her out, not that I blamed him for this. He never asked about the nature of Morgan's and my relationship or why she would be coming into say hi to someone more than twice her age. And I never volunteered any information.
The day Morgan brought Amanda in, started no differently. Mike was working the register and I was busy making drinks during a late morning rush. Visions of what Amanda might look like, and what I hoped to soon be doing to her danced through my head as I heard the bell on the door jingle and looked with great hope at the door as I had been doing for my entire shift. I couldn't help but smile as I saw Morgan, dressed in her usual spaghetti strapped tank top (this one red) and black yoga pants (which always seemed to be a size too small and showed off her ass in an ungodly way) walk through the door.
My smile grew wider when I realized that the girl walking in just behind Morgan was in fact, Amanda. Amanda was very much like Morgan had described to me the night before. She was about the same height as Morgan at what I guessed to be five foot three inches. But in contrast to Morgan's blonde hair which was usually worn in a pony tail, when I wasn't pulling it, Amanda had long jet black hair that flowed down to her mid back. Her face had a somewhat nerdy appearance, which was probably caused by the wire rimmed glasses she was wearing. But there was no doubting she was pretty, with big round, brown eyes and a very clear complexion.
Much to my dismay Amanda wasn't showing much skin at all. Her blue blouse barely revealed her collar bone, and the black jeans, while somewhat form fitting around her hips left much to the imagination.
"Welcome in, ladies. What can I get for you?" Mike asked, with a smile as Morgan and Amanda approached the counter.
"The usual for me," Morgan said. "And...."
"Just a small Black Ice Tea," Amanda said. Her voice was so soft, and innocent sounding it made my cock twitch.
"Will do," Mike said, as his eyes did a second scan of Morgan's body, while totally ignoring Amanda.
