Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series)

by Perry, Mia

  “Continue?” Mr. Watson sounds surprised. But he looks really excited. “You mean… continue with our relationship?”

  “Why not?” I stick my hand in and grab his fast-growing dick. “Don’t you feel good?”

  “Yes, yes, yes…” that’s all Mr. Watson can say.

  “Look, I have this plan,” I push my boobs on his chest and begin to tell my secret plan…

  Emilie is back after forty five minutes. She looks so tired. I can tell right away that she was in that secret classroom with some boy. What a waste of our time. Had I known it took her that long to come back, I would have had a great time with Mr. Watson.

  Emilie is very happy to see her dad. She jumps at him and gives him a big kiss. “Daddy!”

  She’s the kind of girl calling her parents “Daddy” and “Mommy”. Very innocent, isn’t she? I bet you have to agree.

  Mr. Watson is now completely back to a normal, traditional, old fashioned baby boomer kind of daddy. He smiles conservatively and talks like a real dad. Oh, well, he is one anyway.

  Emilie doesn’t feel any difference. I did an excellent job to wipe out all the traces from her daddy. I not only washed his face, but also his dick. Well, you may argue it was absolutely unnecessary. But that was for fun, okay?

  “Daddy, did you wait for long?”

  “Yeah, for some time.”

  “Did you get bored? Sorry, I don’t have a TV or newspaper.”

  “Don’t worry, Emilie. I chatted a bit with Megan. It was fun.”

  “Thank you, Megan!” Emilie jumps over to give me a big hug.

  “My pleasure, Emilie,” I sincerely smile.

  I’m surprised to see how romantic Mr. Watson is. He keeps texting me the whole day—and night, too. Once in a while, I have to check my text messages in the night because my iPhone beeps non-stop.

  “Got a new boy, huh?” Emilie smiles sweetly. “Is he hot?”

  “I will let you know,” my eyes are busy scanning through the hot messages. My fingers dance really fast to reply.

  “You better,” Emilie pulls her beautiful face, trying to give me a stern look. She’s sure she’s going to see my new boyfriend because we share them every time.

  But, hey, not this one. Poor Emilie doesn’t know I almost fucked her daddy. She doesn’t know Mr. Watson and I are in a volcano-eruption hot relationship, either.

  By the way, he is no longer Mr. Watson. He is now Bob. He made it very clear, “Unless you call me Bob, no talking.” So… Mr. Robert Watson is now Bob.

  I have to admit it’s hard to make the justification. At the very beginning, I kept calling him Mr. Watson in my text messages. But he shot back those angry little faces. You can call them smileys or whatever you want. But they look angry. Very angry.

  So, I begin to call him Bob. Each time I send him something, I call him Bob; such as, a close-up of my lips, my nipple (yes, the whole picture for one nipple), and my pussy, of course.

  I end up with Bob this and Bob that the whole day. In fact, some time I get Bob requests, too. “Hey honey, show Bob your armpits now!” I will have to drop everything to shoot the picture.

  I end up going to the girl’s restroom a lot. I didn’t realize that until one day, Emilie cornered me after a class and asked, “Megan, are you sure you are not infected?”

  “Infected what?” I was not pretending. I was totally confused.

  “That.” She touched her own private. “I don’t want anything bad happen to you.”

  “Nothing happened. Why?” I shook my head. “Did you hear a rumor or something? There is nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing.”

  “Oh, come on, Megan,” Emilie shook her head in huge disbelief. “You are going to the girl’s restroom every twenty seconds. Tell me nothing is wrong with that.”

  Oh… I see. I almost giggled. Don’t you know I’m busy making your daddy happy? “Don’t worry, Emilie. I know my body.”

  “You better go see the doc,” Emilie threatened. “I don’t want to get any of that.”

  “Sure,” I agreed quickly.

  Two minutes later, this interesting conversation went to Bob. He replied with a zillion smileys.

  Bob is definitely smarter than merely sending smileys. He sends all kinds of absolutely romantic text messages. Let me share a couple with you (But you have to promise to keep them absolutely the top secret.):

  “I can’t live without you.” This is a dumb lie because he had lived for at least twenty years before I was born. But I like it.

  “You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world.” I’m not sure about that. But, again, I like it.

  “I dreamed about you last night.” This could be true. I do hope he didn’t say Megan, my baby, Megan, come over… This is no joke—what if Mrs. Watson happened to be awake at the moment?

  “When I was fucking my wife last night, I felt I was fucking you.” That was quite possible. Men are all like that. They always fuck a girl while thinking about some other girls to make their moment more exciting.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you.” That I believe is pretty much true. I can imagine his cock was hard and thick when he was writing this message.

  “When do you think I can strip you, my baby?” Oh, well, this is a good question. The problem is that Emilie and I are always together. Before Mr. Watson turned into Bob, I always thought I was lucky to have Emilie as my best, best friend. But now, I really want to make her disappear—at least once in a while, when her daddy and I have to share some special moments undisturbed.

  I’m a smart girl. I was admitted to the pre-med program for good reasons. This when question is challenging but I can find an answer for sure. After a few serious brain storm sessions, I decide to use the event when I’m going to enjoy the night with Emilie’s and my boyfriends.

  Here’s how it works: That night, as usual, Emilie will go and hunt for a one-night stand partner, which I believe she will have no problems finding. Then, at the same time, I will call both the boys and tell them I don’t feel well. On the other hand, Bob will sneak into my room and spend the night with me.

  Great plan! I call Bob to tell him the great news. He doesn’t pick up the phone. He must have been stuck in a meeting or something. So, I email him the plan.

  His reply comes in less than an hour. He is apologetic for the delay. Then he says, “I love the romantic plan. However, it can be a little bit too risky. Plus, I can’t really stay overnight.”

  Too bad. My great plan is doomed. Everything is back to square one.

  Then, I come up with a new, much better plan. We can go to a motel or something when Bob comes to the college. I can easily find out Emilie’s class schedule. Then, of course, Bob can come and pick me up.

  Excellent plan! I email Bob the plan right away. The reply from him is simple: “Find the class schedule!”

  Today is the day. It’s the first day for us to do it. It’s the big day. I have never felt so eager to meet a man because I have never waited for so long.

  The morning class feels to last forever. I look at the big clock on the wall once every two minutes. The clock seems not moving at all.

  The professor must be talking about something funny because the whole class is laughing their asses off. But I can’t really focus. I don’t care either.

  Emilie is sitting next to me. She looks at me and smiles. Eventually, she whispers, “Something new and exciting?”

  “Nah.” I don’t want to elaborate.

  “Don’t you dare hide him from me,” her lips move again.

  “I bet you don’t want to know,” I peek at her, smiling.

  “Show me,” she demands.

  The bell rings. I jump up and dash to the door. I bump into a few boys and gals. I ignore the ahs and ouches. You guys better not mess around with me! This is my D day. Get off my way or suffer. You pumpkin heads.

  The sunshine is warm and bright. I spend a few seconds to become used to the brightness. Then I jog down the tiny lane across the park. There are
trees around. The moment I’m in the lane, I feel freedom.

  After a while, I turn around. I don’t see a soul. Everyone is so busy with something (boring or romantic). You can disappear for hours and no one is going to notice.

  Emilie knows her daddy is coming today. But she doesn’t know he is coming super early in the morning, not in the afternoon.

  I jog as fast as I can. I really want to see Bob soon. I know he’s waiting for me on the other side of the park.

  Suddenly, a big, hairy hand grabs me from behind and pushes me around. Before I can scream for help, my mouth is fully locked… by thick lips.

  I look up. It’s Bob.

  We kiss for long. Then, I break my lips free. “Let’s get going. People may come by.”

  Bob doesn’t say a thing. He lowers his head to kiss my breast really hard and then releases my body. He walks really fast. I have to run to catch up with him.

  He had parked his car under a big tree. We get into the car. He starts the engine right away. Five seconds later, his right hand digs deep in between my thighs.

  I spread my legs a bit wider. His hand begins to work really hard. He is so focused on the work, the car almost runs through the red light.

  I push his hand away. “Watch out.”

  Bob gives me a big smile. He touches my fingers lightly. Then, he runs his middle finger across my palm, back and forth. No man had done this to me. I feel really, really special. Actually, I become excited. I grab his hand and move it back to my pussy.

  Bob finds my clit while driving. His finger sneaks in from under my panties and gives me a good massage. I moan.

  Suddenly, he pulls his hand off. I look at him, puzzled.

  “Let’s move,” he says.

  We get out of the car and get into the motel quickly. Bob chats with the front desk girl for a few seconds. Soon, we get the card for the room.

  The moment we step into the elevator, Bob holds my body tight. His cock sticks out like a baseball bat. He gives me a shower of kisses on my lips, cheeks, and the neck.

  I find myself in the room. I can’t remember how we got off the elevator and how we walked to the door. All I remember was I got kisses.

  Oh, man, this Bob does know how to please his girl. His kisses are gorgeous. I bet if I let him kiss long enough, I will cum big time.

  But Bob loses his patience quickly. He rips off my jeans and panties along with my shoes and socks. Then, he removes my jacket and everything else in a split second. This man is now a wild animal. He doesn’t talk. He simply acts. All wild actions. Really, really, wild.

  I had spent the whole night last night figuring out what to wear to impress him. Finally, I decided to wear a black, see-through set. You know, black is the magic color that attracts attention. It is also the color for mystery.

  But I find out Bob is not paying attention to my dress at all. My only attraction to him is my body. There is no doubt about it.

  All I can do now is lie in the bed and let him do whatever he wants. To my surprise, he is pretty strong. His strength and power exceeds the limit of his physical body millions of times.

  He sucks my boobs really hard. It is so hard, I feel like my nipples are flying off my body. These sucks electrify my whole body. I feel warm and numb all over. I can’t move or do anything. My moans are all trapped in my throat. They escape occasionally. They sound extremely low and depressed.

  Bob becomes really excited by my moans. He moves his body up. His lips are right on mine. He kisses down really hard.

  Then he pushes. But his cock misses my pussy. He tries again, but still the head is a quarter inch away.

  I reach down, grab his big cock, and move it to the right position. Bob charges again. This time, his dick penetrates all the way into my body.

  Oh, man, you have to do it to really know how I feel. The one push turns me right on. I scream with excitement. Bob keeps pushing, and pushing.

  I cum. A big one I have never experienced before. Oh, boy, this one is more intense than anything I have ever experienced in my whole life. I want more! I want it forever!

  But I know it’s going to be over soon. Bob is charging really hard. He does it really fast, too. I’m sure he is going to ejaculate soon. Then, of course, his cock is going to reduce to a tiny pile of jelly, from a foot long to short of an inch.

  Before that happens, however, I decide to enjoy every second. I push my pushy tight to enjoy the mighty force and then spread my legs to let the cock fuck really deep in. I raise my hips high to let the dick squeeze my vagina really hard.

  Let me tell you the secret: Being a girl doesn’t mean you have to lie still there. If you really want to enjoy sex, you will have to be proactive like me.

  Bob ejaculates. It’s not a strong and quick one. But it lasts much longer than all the men who have moved on my body.

  Slowly, his cock reduces its size. Bob gives me one more kiss and slips off my body.

  I turn to his side and kiss him. “Bob, are you tired?”

  “Yeah. You sucked out all my energy. You little witch.”

  “I want to suck you more. Can I?” I tease.

  “Sure.” Bob says with great confidence.

  “Are you serious?” I ask.

  “Look,” he sits on his knees.

  I can’t believe what I see. The cock is growing bigger and bigger now.

  Oh my gosh! This is unbelievable. I definitely want more. Why not? “Come over,” I demand.

  One more round of hot sex. I enjoy the unbelievable orgasm the second time in a row. I feel like I won the lottery.

  Fifteen minutes later, it’s all over. This time, Bob slips off my body from the other side.

  “Bob, you are a hero.” I hold him tight. “Do you always do this?”

  “Ah, heck, no.” Bob smiles. “This is only for you.”

  “What do you mean only for me?” That sounds nice and romantic. But I’m sure it’s just a nice lie. “You don’t fuck other women like me?”

  “Not for this long at least.”

  “You think that’s long?” I try to embarrass him.

  “You don’t think so?” Bob looks into my eyes and grins.

  “No, it’s not. Unless…,” I stop in the middle to make him guess. Well, I do want more but I don’t want to sound like a slut.

  “Unless what?” Bob seems pretty dumb.

  “Unless,” I decide to be honest this time. “you can give me more.”

  “Now?”

  “Now. See? You can’t do it again. Right? You liar.”

  “I’m not a liar.” Bob’s face turns red. He doesn’t seem to understand the humor.

  “Show me,” I challenge him.

  He grabs my hand and pushes it on his cock.

  It’s big and rock hard again.

  My eyes round. “Bob, what kind of cock do you have?”

  “That’s the magic of the pills.”

  “You mean the blue pills?”

  “Exactly,” Bob smiles like a little kid getting a candy from mommy.

  “So…” I know how powerful Viagra pills are. I try to figure it out. Bob must have taken more than one to last this long. “You took two?”

  “Viagra 24,” he grins.

  “What?” I don’t believe me ears. In fact I’m really scared. “Are you serious? You took 24 Viagra pills all together? You may die at any moment.”

  He looks so amused. “My, my, my, young lady, you missed the latest invention. One pill, twenty four hours. Viagra 24. Got it?”

  Before I can say anything, he urges, “Come on, let’s get moving.”

  I know it’s going to be a long day. I love long days. I bet Emilie won’t see her dad before it’s pitch dark.

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