The sun was a fuckin’ blast furnace, beating down on the grassy bank of the Charles. I was splayed out on my towel, soaking up the rays like a lizard, trying to ignore the trickle of sweat rolling down my spine. I was wearing a new Euro bikini - you know, one of those tiny fuckers that barely covers your dick and leaves a lot of your ass cheeks out for the world to see. I'd seen them on Italian porn flicks, and fuck it, I wanted to feel that effin' free.

Jesus, Gabs, what are you even doing here? I thought to myself, looking around at the other guys and babes scattered along the river. I'm not one for labels, but being a townie, I felt so fake with this classy, educated, and gay crowd. It was a well-known cruising spot, and I was just another piece of meat on display. I could feel their eyes checking me out, and I'll admit, it gave me a bit of a thrill.

But as time went on, I started to chill. Other dudes and chicks came and went, all oiled up and showin' off their tits and ass. I just became part of the background. Nobody gave a shit. Which was perfect.

Still, this little voice in the back of my head kept naggin' at me. What if someone sees you, Gabs? What if someone from back home sees you in this little bikini? I'd never hear the fuckin’ end of it. See, the uptight world I grew up in, the one I pretended to live in? It wasn't me. Not really. This… this felt more like me. Even if it was scary as fuck.

I rolled onto my stomach, my cock pressin' against the towel. The sun was wicked hot, cooking me like a lobster, and my skin was slick with a mix of tanning oil and sweat. I could feel the sun baking my ass, and I couldn't help but wiggle it a bit, imagining the view from behind. Feeling slutty, I adjust the bikini to expose more of my ass cheeks.

I was watching the sailboats glide by, all fancy and shit, while I was just trying not to sweat my balls off. People-watching was way more interesting anyway. There were families, joggers, bikers, couples, and then… bam.

My eyes landed on these two hot little honeys walking by. "Jesus," I muttered, "wouldn't mind a taste of that." One of them, tanned, perky tits straining against her little running shorts… fuckin' A. She was wicked hot, built like a brick shithouse. My cock twitched. I could practically taste her, all sweet and sweaty. The heat was making me all lazy and horny.

I closed my eyes for a minute, picturing myself going down on her, eating that sweet pussy until she was screaming. Yeah, that's the ticket. A real slut, just begging to be fucked. I could already feel my cum building up, thinking about burying my cock deep inside her. Fuck, I needed a cold shower. Or maybe... nah. Maybe I'd just find me someone to get myself some release.

When I came to after snoozing, I rolled over and reached for my bottle of water, taking a swig and pouring a bit over my head and my shoulders, letting it run down my back. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my damp blonde hair, enjoying the momentary coolness. What a fuckin’ beautiful day, I thought as I looked around. The river sparkled in the sunlight, the sky was nice and blue, and my cock was fuckin’ throbbing.

I looked down at my body, taking in the tan lines and the way my muscles stretched and flexed. I wasn't ripped, but I knew I looked damn good. And in that bikini, I felt even better. There was a certain power in knowing that others were looking at me, maybe even wanting me.

Embrace it, Gabs, I told myself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. You're a sexy bitch, and you know it.

I rolled onto my back, stretching my arms above my head and closing my eyes. The sun was intense, but it felt good, like a lover's touch, caressing every inch of my skin. I could feel my cock stirring, responding to the heat and the thoughts running through my mind.

Down, boy, I thought with a chuckle. Not the time or the place. You can beat off when you get home and shower.

My mind, a dirty fuckin’ mess, was swimming in a sea of sweaty fantasies. Pussies, tits, cocks – the whole damn buffet was laid out in my head. I was so horny I could practically taste it. I drifted in and out, picturing myself with some hot piece of ass. I imagined the weight of some dude’s balls slapping against my ass, the hot breath on my neck as he whispered dirty nothings in my ear. Or maybe it was a chick, her soft tits pressed against my chest, her fingers tangled in my hair as she sucked my dick like a goddamn lollipop. The possibilities were endless in my slutty head, and they all had me squirming. I was a goddamn slut for it.

It was time to ditch this scene and head back to reality, or at least, my perverted version of it. I swung my legs over the side of the towel, stood up, and brushed off bits of grit. The afternoon breeze felt good as I stretched slowly, adjusting my body and putting on a show for the locals. The sperm in my balls was aching to be released. I needed to get home, get in the shower, and cool off.

Just as I bent down to pick up my backpack, I heard a familiar voice call out, "Gabby? Is that you?"

I turned to see an old college professa’ of mine walking along with a couple of friends. He had that same easy style, even in shorts and a polo shirt. He and his friends were laughing, suckin’ on popsicles, and enjoying the summer afternoon.

"Hey, umh... Mr. McCoy," I stammered, feeling a rush of heat to my cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. I suddenly felt self-conscious in my tiny bikini. The massive bulge at my crotch didn’t help things much.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Call me James, please. We're not in class anymore." He turned to his friends and said something in a low voice before coming over to me. "You look like you're enjoying the summer," he said, his eyes all over my body.

"Yeah, ya know, just c-catching some rays," I replied, trying to sound casual. My heart was pounding, and I could feel a bead of sweat trickling down my spine.

We talked a bit, and he ended it saying, “I need to get going.” We said our nice to meet ya’s and goodbyes.

As he was stepping away, he turned, saying, "We're heading back to my place," gesturing to his pals. "Why don't you join us?"

I hesitated, my mind racing. This is crazy, right? I thought. But why not? "Uh, sure," I heard myself say. "That sounds nice."

Sounds nice. You sound like such a fuckin’ townie, I thought to myself.

James went back and waited with his friends while I dressed. As they stood there talking, I would catch them throwing glances my way. Sometimes our eyes would meet, and we would exchange that awkward smile. You know the one.

Fuckin' A, I muttered to myself, tugging on these tiny cutoff jeans. They barely covered my ass, I swear. Like, one wrong move and everyone there was gonna get a free show. Great, I thought, just what I need with James and his crew eyeballing me like I'm some kind of... slut. I glanced over at them. They were definitely looking. James gave me a little nod and a smile, probably thinking, Oh, Gabby, still rocking the barely-there look, huh? Fuckin' Mr. McCoy. Now he was getting a view of my... well, everything.

I pulled the cropped t-shirt over my head. It was so short; it left my bare stomach completely exposed. "Ugh," I groaned. I felt like such a fuckin' slut. I mean, I was just sunning myself in my tiny men's bikini, practically naked. But now, with James and his friends watching, it felt different. Like I was on display. I tugged at the hem of the t-shirt, trying to pull it down a little, but it was no use. "Fuck it," I whispered. "Just gotta' own it." I grabbed my bag and joined him and his friends.

For whatever reason, his pals split when we hit Charles Street. You know, I felt much better with them gone. I mean, I could kind of be myself with the Mr. McCoy, but with them, I kind of felt like I was out of my league. You know what I mean?

We must have been an odd looking pair as we walked along, me, looking like a gay slut, and James, older, looking all L.L. Bean and shit. It felt like people were checking us out, making me feel uncomfortable. Shit, it seemed like James was also feeling uncomfortable. Was he embarrassed to be seen with me? Probably. I mean, look at me. Total trash. But he’s the one who invited you over, Gabs, a little voice whispered in my head. He wants you. He wants your slutty ass. And that thought, that little sliver of hope, made my cock twitch in my pants. Anyway, in a couple a minutes, we were at his place, and we could relax.

“Can you take your sneakers off, Gabby?” he asked as we stepped inside. “I don’t wear shoes in the house.”

“Ah, yeah, sure. I don’t either.”

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, and I’ll get us something to drink.”

All of the windows were shut and there wasn’t any AC, so the place was warm and stuffy. James went around and opened some windows, letting the air in.

“What would you like, water, wine? I have a nice cold Chardonnay.”

“Umh. The w-wine sounds good.”

His apartment wasn’t how I imagined it would be. I pictured it stacked with books. Instead, it was small, cozy, decorated nice - you know, artsy - and really clean. I looked around for a minute, then sat down on this tiny couch, barely room for more than two people. “You have a really nice place, Mr. McCoy, I mean, ah... James,” I yelled.

“Thanks,” he shouted, from the kitchen.

He came back from the kitchen with a couple a tall glasses of wine, the liquid sloshing gently in the full glasses. "So, how have you been, Gabby?" he asked, handing me a glass. As he sat down, his bare leg brushed mine, sending a rush to my balls.

"Good, good," I said, taking a sip of wine. The wine was really nice, not like the cheap stuff I usually drank. "Just been working, you know. Trying to figure out what's next."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Will, you’re young. It's a big world out there. Lots of possibilities."

We were sitting, yakking about nothing. You know, the kind of meaningless shit people waste time on. We talked about school, about the classes I'd taken, shit about Boston. It was easy peasy, like a Sunday drive, but then also kinda' dragging like rush hour on the Pike. As time passed, he seemed less interested in talking and more interested in something else - catch my drift?

Then, bam! He scooted closer, his thigh brushing against mine. Oh boy, I thought, here we fuckin' go! I could feel the heat radiating off him, smell his cologne – not that cheap stuff, something…nicer. He reached out, fingers trailing along my jaw, down my neck. My pulse was going crazy. Calm down, Gabs, you slut, I told myself. Don't get bent all outta' shape. But fuck, it was hard.

"You have such beautiful skin," he murmured, his voice all low and husky. He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck. Soft, little kisses. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut. Holly shit, I thought, this feels fuckin’ good. Like, seriously, my cock was gonna jump outta' my cutoffs if he kept this up. A shiver ran down my spine. He was playing with me, teasing me.

My cock was starting to stir. Fuck, I thought, my mind spinning. This is really happening. I tilted my head, giving him better access, and he took it, his kisses growing more insistent. My body responded, heat pooling in my belly, my cock hardening, aching in my bikini.

My filthy, perverted mind wandered. Just wait 'til I get my hands on you, James. I'm gonna make you scream my name, you dirty old man. I was picturing him on his knees, begging for my cum. Yeah, that's right, beg for it, I thought, my inner slut taking over. I'm gonna fuck you 'til your ass is sore and you can't even walk. I was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. This was gonna be one hell of a fuck, I could feel it in my bones. I'm gonna drain every last drop of your cum, James. You're gonna be begging me for more.

His hands moved to my shoulders, then down my chest, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. I gasped, my back arching slightly. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. Damn, that chuckle… My inner slut was screaming. Slut. That's what I am. A total fuckin’ slut for this guy.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips moving up to my ear. He nipped at the lobe, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. Holy shit. I could feel my cock stirring.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah, a bit t-ticklish."

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's explore that, shall we?" His fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the loose waistband of my tiny cutoffs. “You sure about that, Gabs?” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You seem pretty responsive.” He tugged at my belt, his eyes never leaving mine.

His lips hit mine, and fuhgeddaboudit. Any second thoughts I had? Poof. Gone. Melted by the heat of his mouth. I moaned softly, my hands reaching up to grasp his shoulders, pulling him closer. He was all over me, his body pressing against mine, his fingers tanglin' in my hair.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought, this shit is actually happening. It is really fuckin’ happening! My head was spinning. I was making out with him. The guy I'd thought was so uptight and straight, I was now making out with him in his own goddamn condo. Fuck, I thought, I hope he likes it as nasty as I do.

But then he leaned in and kissed me. Not a peck, not a polite greeting. He kissed me like he was delivering a goddamn lecture, all confidence and passion. His tongue explored my mouth like he was sharing some profound insight. Holy fuck! - my cock was throbbing, a hard, insistent pulse against my shorts.

James, that silver fox, was making me melt like butter in a bowl of hot chowda’. I was more than happy to learn from him. My tongue met his, a hot, wet slide. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, pull him closer, feel his hard body against mine. Oh fuck, I thought, I’m gonna be his slut. A warm hand slid across my oily, sweaty chest, finding a nipple, squeezing gently.

“Mmm, you always were a good boy, Gabby,” he murmured against my lips. “Such a good boy.”

The word slut echoed in my brain, and I knew right then and there, I was going to be a mess. A hot, sweaty, cum-covered mess. And I could hardly fuckin’ wait.

“You love this, don’t you, Gabby?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You dirty little tease.”

I didn’t respond, but fuck yeah, I loved it. I yanked him to me, my tongue swirling against his.

His hand was cupping my balls now, like he fuckin' owned 'em, and a jolt of pure fire shot right through me. "I want you," he growled, his voice all husky and hot, "to explore every inch of your cute, slutty body."

Oh my fuckin’ God, I thought, my inner slut screaming. I mean, this guy . . . James, my old professor, was turning me on like crazy. I want his cock in my mouth, my brain yelled. I wanna suck him fuckin’ dry.

"You always were a bright student, Gabby," he said, his eyes burning into mine. "Always so... receptive." He leaned closer, his breath hot on my ear. "Tell me, Gabs. Do you like being a slut?"

Fuck, I thought. Does he know? My nipples were hard as rocks. I'm gonna cum. I could practically feel it pooling in my nuts. "Yeah," I breathed, my voice a little shaky. "Yeah, James. I like being a fuckin' slut."

His lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. "Good boy," he murmured. "Now, let's see what we can do about that." He tugged at my shorts, his fingers brushing against my cock. "I've been thinking about this since your freshman year. All that potential... wasted on tits and pussy." He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "You need a real man, Gabby. Someone to teach you how to fuck."

Oh fuck yeah, I thought. Teach me, Daddy. I wanted his cock so bad. I reached down, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against my cock. "Fuck me, Mr. McCoy," I whispered, my voice dripping with lust. "Fuck me good."

He chuckled, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "James," he corrected gently. "Call me James."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "James," I repeated. Being with him, like this, it felt strange, intimate, thrilling.

“I had a crush on you the first time I saw you in class. The way you dressed and the way you moved. And then at the pool. Your cute ass in those little Speedos. You were such a tease.”

“Oh? You mean at school?” I replied. “Huh. I didn't know you, ah... used the pool.” My head was spinning. I didn’t feel like anyone noticed me.

“You were so cute. Still are.”

“Will, James,” I said. “I didn't get much, tits or pussy. But I did get a good share of dick.”

“Huh! I never...” He paused, looking in my eyes, thinking about it. “I never realized that.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, then he stood up suddenly, his hand reaching out for mine. "Come on," he said, his voice low and inviting. "Let's get cleaned up."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Cleaned up? I thought we were just getting dirty."

He laughed, a sound that sent a wave of warmth through me. "Multitasking, Gabby. Ever heard of it?" he teased, pulling me to my feet.

I followed him to the bathroom, my eyes glued to his ass. I bit my lip, my cock twitching at the sight. All those classes, and I had never noticed what a nice, tight ass he had. But then, I really wasn’t interested in anyone older.

He turned on the shower and we stripped. Damn, it felt good to finally set my fuckin’ cock free. Without thinking, I stroked my hard cock while we waited for the water to get hot. It was like second nature to me, something I always do. I watched as he tested the water, his hand under the spray. Satisfied, he turned to me, a wicked grin on his face.

"Join me?" he invited, his voice a low purr.

I swallowed hard, my nerves kicking in. C'mon, Gabs, I muttered to myself, you're a goddamn slut for this. I nodded, stepping into the shower first. The hot water pouring over my skin mixed with the oil and sweat on my body, making the steam smell like a musky Pina Colada.

He stepped in behind me, his hands on my hips, his lips finding my neck again. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. His hands explored my body, sliding over my wet skin, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.

I turned in his arms, my lips finding his. We kissed under the spray, the water running down our faces, our bodies pressed together. His cock was hard, pressing against mine, and I ground against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me.

His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing gently. I gasped, breaking the kiss, my eyes wide. He grinned at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Too much?" he asked, his voice teasing.

I shook my head. "Umh, yeah, a little," I said nervously. “This is kinda new to me.” My voice was barely audible over the sound of the water.

“Just relax,” he said. “If you’re not comfortable with anything, I’ll stop. OK?”

“Umh, ah, yeah, sure,” I responded.

Holy shit, I thought, this is actually happening. His eyes darkened with desire, and he kissed me again, his body pushing me back against the cool tiles. I gasped, my body arching into his. I could feel every inch of him, his slick body pinning me against the wall, his cock, hard and throbbing against my skin.

His hands were everywhere, grabbing my ass, squeezing my tits, touching me like he owned me.

"Mmm," I moaned, my balls throbbing. I reached down, my fingers clutching his hips, pulling him closer, grinding my cock against his. "I want you to fuck me, James," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "Fuck me good."

"You're a dirty boy, Gabby," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "A dirty, townie slut."

Fuck, yeah, I was. A total, slutty wreck, completely lost in the moment. His words, the way he said 'em, all rough and hot, just made me hotter. All I could think about was his hard cock down my throat, and the taste of his warm cum in my mouth. Goddamn, the way he was all over me, like a fuckin’ cat playin’ with a mouse. My heart was pounding outta’ my chest. I wanted him so bad.

"Come on, Gabby, you tease," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You know you want it."

Shit, did I ever. I let out a low moan, my hands reaching for his ass. "Yeah, James," I breathed, my voice all husky. "I'm a dirty slut for you."

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "That's my boy," he said, and then he sank his teeth into my neck. I gasped, my body shaking with fear and pleasure. All I could do was stand there and let him have his way with me.

"Jesus, Gabby," he growled, his breath hot on my neck. "You're a fucking mess." He nipped at my earlobe. "Now, let me clean you up, yeah?" He smirked, his eyes glinting. "Got to get you ready for what's next."

He grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering me up. His soft hands slid over my shoulders, then down my chest, lingering on my nipples. "You’ve been a bad boy, Gabby," he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips. He worked his way lower, his fingers brushing against my cock, and holy fuck, the way he cupped my balls, like he was weighing them or something... I swear, I almost came right there. He rinsed me off, his eyes never leaving mine, a hunger in them that made my stomach flip.

“You don’t know how often I fantasized about this,” he moaned. “About having you. I’ve spent hours in my office beating off, fantasizing about all the different ways I could have you.”

A wicked grin spread across my face. “No friggin' way?” I drawled, my accent thick in the humid air. “You had a little crush on me, huh?”

He just looked at me, a flicker of something – lust? – in his eyes. I didn’t know how to respond, other than to reach down and grab his cock. It was already hard, throbbing in my hand.

“So, do you like what you see now, James?” I purred, my fingers tightening around his length. With my other hand, I cupped his head and pulled him to me, our lips crashing together in a hungry, desperate kiss. His mouth opened, and I slipped my tongue inside, tasting him, exploring every corner. Fuck! - this was hot!

But James had other plans. He pulled away slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Not yet, Gabby, please," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "We've got all the time in the world. I want this to last."

Stepping out of the shower, I felt like a new man - a very fuckin’ horny new man. James tossed me a towel, and, following his lead, I wrapped it around my waist. What’s the point, I thought. We’re gonna be naked and fucking.

James led the way to his bedroom, a small, cozy space with a queen-sized bed that took up most of the room. The late afternoon sun filtered through the narrow windows, casting a warm glow on the rumpled sheets. I could imagine him here, grading papers, or maybe thinking about some students and jerking off. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

"You cold, Gabs?" James asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he turned to face me. His towel hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp cut of his hipbones. I wanted to trace them with my tongue.

"N-no," I stammered. "Just... just nervous, I guess."

He stepped closer, his fingers finding the edge of my towel. "Don't be nervous, Gabby," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "It's just you and me."

His lips found mine again, soft and gentle this time. I melted into him, my hands gripping his shoulders. His skin was still damp from the shower, warm against my heated flesh. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, against my chest.

His hands started roaming all over me, like they had a mind of their own. He traced the lines of my muscles, my tits, my ass... fuck, even just the light touch was making my cock twitch.

Holy shit, I thought, this is so different. Usually, it's all grab and go, rough and dirty. But this... this was something else. Gentle, like he was... cherishing me, not just using me. "What the fuck is this feeling?" I wondered. It was unfamiliar, yeah, but that didn't mean I didn't like it. But, I thought, I'm still a goddamn slut for his touch. My body was screaming for him, begging for more. I was melting and my cock was throbbin'. Just wait 'til I get my hands on his cock, I thought, then he'll see what a real fuckin' slut I am.

And what was it with all his talk earlier, calling me a slut. What did he want, I wondered. Did he want me to be slutty? Or did he want this? It was confusing.

I pulled back, suddenly unsure, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "James," I whispered, my voice all shaky. "I... I don't know w-what I'm doin'." Fuck, I thought, am I fuckin' this up? I still had him on this pedestal, like he was some kinda god. Didn't wanna do nothing that'd turn him off. But fuck, I thought, I'm a goddamn slut. I'd do just about anything. I'd suck his dick right here on the floor if he asked. I looked back up at him, his eyes searching mine. "But, like, you... you're James," I mumbled, still starstruck. Get a grip, Gabs, I told myself. He's just a dude. A hot, older dude who's about to get lucky.

He smiled, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "That's okay, Gabby. I understand. We can figure it out together."

He guided me to his bed, his hand never leaving mine. I felt the soft sheets against my back, the weight of his body pressing down on me. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. I could feel every inch of him, his skin hot against mine, his cock hard and insistent against my thigh.

But then, suddenly, he pulled away, his eyes filled with an odd mix of desire and regret. "Shit, Gabby," he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. "I completely lost track of time. I have a dinner thing..."

I blinked, my mind still foggy with lust. "Dinner?" I asked, my voice thick with disappointment.

He nodded, a apologetic smile on his lips. "Yeah, with some colleagues. I can't really get out of it."

I sat up, the towel still wrapped around my waist. I felt a pang of frustration, but I understood. This wasn't some cheesy romance novel where the world stopped for our love story. This was real life, with responsibilities and commitments.

Yeah, fuck that shit, I thought to myself. I pressed against him, saying, “I’m disappointed, James,” as I reached under the towel and grabbed his cock.

He gasped, asking, “Wha-wh-what are you doing?”

"It's okay," I said, grinning. "I should probably get going anyway. I’ll be quick."

“B-but,” he protested. “I need—”

“Shhh,” I said, pressing a finger to his lips. “Five minutes. You can’t leave a slut hangin'.”

Before you could finish saying Yankees suck, I had tossed off my towel, yanked opened his, and I had his cock in my mouth. He arched his back, sighed a long, “Ooh” and relaxed.

"Gabby..." he breathed, his voice thick.

My lips closed around him; the taste of him, and the smell, all musky and raw, made my cock twitch. Fuck! - how I loved that taste!

"Oh fuck," he moaned, clutching the sheets. "You're... you're..."

"A good little slut?" I finished for him, my tongue dancing over his head. I loved the way he reacted, the way his breath hitched. Yeah, James, that's right, I thought. I'm gonna suck you dry. Each pull, each flick of my tongue, was pure fire. Every lick, every suck, every bite, every pull, every breath was a slow tease, building up the cum in his balls. I enjoyed being in control, and I didn’t want him to blow his load yet.

I stopped sucking and pulled off. “Not yet,” I said, stroking his cock, admiring it. It was fat and hard, shiny with my spit. “You have a beautiful cock, James,” I said, as I held it and ran a finger along the underside, lightly brushing up and down along the tickle spot on the head, making him twitch.

"Aaah," he groaned, "you tease."

“You like that?” I asked, as I toyed with him, holding him on the edge. He didn’t answer, just grunted.

“Hmmm,” I said, and I stopped. “I couldn’t hear you.” Demanding, “Tell me you like it, James.”

“Oh, damn, Gabby, please,” he begged. “I like it.”

“Thanks.” I went back to sucking. He arched his back as my mouth wrapped over his dick, a sigh of relief and pleasure passed his lips. That look of sheer pleasure on his face? Fuckin’ A. I loved this shit, loved making someone feel this fuckin’ good.

And I loved being in control and I loved being a fuckin’ tease. I played with his hard cock again, licking and sucking, and in no time, he was there, on the edge, just about to cum, and I stopped again.

“You love this? Don’t you?” I asked, as I toyed with him again, bringing him right to the edge, then nothing. “Tell me you love this.”

“Oooh, damn Gabby. I love this,” he panted. He glared down at me, but there was somethin' else there too, somethin' hot. Damn, he's kinda cute when he's all worked up like this, I thought.

I smirked, looking right into his eyes. "C'mon, James. Tell me I'm a good slut." The word hung in the air, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. I loved the way it sounded coming outta my mouth, all dirty and wrong.

His face went red. "Wh-what? UGH! You’re a good slut," he grunted, like the words were being pulled outta him.

"Thanks," I purred, a slow smile spreading across my face. He knows he likes it. They all do. I went back to sucking his cock, taking my time, savoring the way he tasted. "Now relax," I whispered, reaching up and pushing him back onto the sheets. My fingers danced across his chest, finding a hard nipple and giving it a little tweak. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. Yeah, that's it. Let go. I was gonna ride him 'til he fuckin' cummed.

He began pumping his hips, fuckin' my mouth. And I loved it! He was using me as a fuck toy. I pulled back stroking his cock, moaning, “That’s it, honey. Fuck my mouth,” and I went back to sucking and licking his cock head. He bucked his hips harder. His breath was comin' in shorter gasps as his orgasm approached. I could tell, it wouldn’t be long now.

His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. "Christ, Gabby," he groaned, "you're gonna make me..."

He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. His hips bucked, and he came in a fuckin’ rush. He pumped shot after shot of his hot cum into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed every drop, savoring the fishy taste, that musky smell, the filth of it. I loved everything about it - it was dirty, it was wrong, and it was exactly what I needed. It was a confirmation of the good slut that I am. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," I hummed, pulling back a bit as I sucked him dry.

When he was mostly finished cumming, I pulled off. "Gosh, James,” I said, using a playful voice. “There was sooo much cum! Did you like how I sucked your dick?”

He was breathing hard, his chest heaving. "Oooh, God. You little slut," he said, mouth open, gasping for air. “Gabby. I never—”

“Did you like it?” I asked again, interrupting him.

“Yes, yes, I did Gabby.”

“Good,” I sighed.

While James recovered, I slowly pumped and squeezed his slimy cock, milking it, licking up every drop. Fuck! - I felt so good!

I rested for a moment, then scooted up and cuddled him, laying a leg across his thighs. I ran a hand across his heaving chest and planted a few kisses along his shoulders.

“So, teach,” I said jokingly. “Do I get an A?” And I planted some more kisses on him.

“Oh God, Gabby,” was all he said.

We lay there resting, and then he broke the silence saying, “I’m sorry. You were wonderful. I hate to just end it like this. But—”

I put my finger on his lips, stopping him. “I get it,” I said. “You need to go. It’s Ok.” I gave him a quick kiss, rolled off the bed, and went to the bathroom for my clothes. There wasn’t much, just three little things: the shorts, the shirt, and the bikini.

I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was a mess, my cheeks were red, and my body was covered in sweat. Damn! - I looked like such a fuckin’ slut! I loved it! I ran my fingers through my hair and carried my stuff back to the living room.

James came in, wrapped in a towel, just as I started to dress. “Honestly, I am really sorry, Gabby.”

One thing I remembered from English class - sentences that begin with ‘Honestly‘ are hardly ever that honest.

“It’s OK, James,” I said. “I had a great time.” I was honest, I did.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Another time?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

I smiled, and I thought about it. "Definitely," I lied.

I grabbed my bag, we kissed goodbye, and James showed me the door. Leaving his place, I owned it. I felt good in my slutty outfit. I felt a new pride in myself.

As I started down the block, I ran into his pals from earlier. They were dressed classy. Must be going to the same dinner party, I thought. I just ate! I grinned. They gave me a ‘What the fuck?‘ look. I winked as I passed them, saying, “Nice day.“

I imagined what James would tell them. I imagined him jerking off as he thought about me. I imagined eating the pussy of this gorgeous babe walking towards me. Fuck! I love my perverted mind!

It took about a couple a minutes to get to Charles Street station. I walked to the end of the platform and stripped out of my filthy, slutty outfit, and put on a pair of khaki shorts and a polo that I had in my backpack. Thirty minutes later, I was home. Back in the real world.