The Fox and the Wolf

He was a wingman. Tray and Marie were so into their kissing that Matt and I were practically left alone in the table. His eyes were all around my body, travelling up and down, and I was looking away, pretending not to notice, waiting anxiously. Come ooon, he's got to be here...

"Damn, Christie, you're killing me," Matt said, loud enough to be heard through the music. He must've downed a dozen bears; his eyes were red and he reeked of alcohol.

Excuse me? I almost said, but I decided to have some fun instead. I was a little tipsy, so... leaving my drink to the table, I moved close to him and sneaked my arm through his, pulling him close. He smelled of alcohol and sweat but I forced myself to endure - maybe Castle Alex would finally fall if he spied us like this.

I pulled my phone out of my purse and showed it to Matt, whose hand lay disturbingly close to my ass. A hint of wetness made my pussy tingle, but it sure wasn't because of Matt.

I showed him some pics I'd taken with him in our earlier years in the school and we shared a laugh. But then I 'accidentally' swiped over to a private pic - the pic I'd taken that evening in front of the mirror, naked and smiling sexily, with my hard nipples poking through.

"Holy shit," Matt breathed out lout.

"Oh," I giggled, swiping safely away, "you weren't meant to see that." I glanced warily at the guy's bulging pants. Sure enough, I could tell he was huge and that aroused me slightly.

"What game are you playing, Christine?" Matt breathed heavily, his hand rubbing my ass as I leaned over him, my breasts pressed against his chest.

"Hm? What?" I laughed nonchalantly, tossing my blonde hair.

"You wanna fuck or what?" he said bluntly and I smirked in distaste. I wasn't about to fuck just any guy and especially - this guy. Hell, I was a virgin. But Matt better not know that.

"Maaaybe, but not if you're a bad boy," I teased, batting my eyelashes at him playfully.

"Come on, babe, you're so sexy." He brought his hand to my face, guiding it towards his, but I pulled away in disgust. He held my wrist insistently. Suddenly, he was scaring me.

"No. Let me go," I snapped.

But he was holding me firmly now. "You ain't going anywhere." He pulled me close with his massive strength and reached for my ass. "I've wanted to fuck you since 8^th grade," he said, the alcohol in his breath washing over me. He forced his mouth on mine. I tried screaming for help to Tray and Marie, but the fools were so into each other that I was doomed in the arms of this closet.

We suddenly broke off. Alex was standing on the entrance of our VIP table, taller and broader than he seemed before, dressed in a black suit with a red tie. My breathing stopped, my heart jumped in my chest and my panties were flooded at the sight of him, so godly and perfect. I wondered how was it that every time I saw him I wanted to just jump him right there and then. He must've been wearing lenses this time, because he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his eyes were fixed intensely on Matt, who stared wildly back at him. "That's enough," Alex said, "take a walk."

Matt was visibly furious for a moment, and I thought he was going to attack Alex, honestly. But to my utter surprise, he just rose from the couch and left. I could not fathom why he did as Alex told him at the time, but I didn't dwell on it for much longer. I was dying of embarrassment, having let Alex seen what he had seen. I felt so humiliated, ashamed! On the verge of tears, I too shot myself from the couch and rushed past Alex without looking at him; I headed to the bathroom.

The bathrooms in this club were cleaner than I'd anticipated. There were grey tiles on the floor and black tiles on the walls, and it smelled of lavender.

I looked in the mirror, my lip trembling, trying to hold my tears in. I was the school Queen, I wasn't supposed to be treated like that. Like a common whore. What I didn't realize at the time was that I had it coming.

I wiped my eyes. I'd forgotten my purse on the table, so I had to go get it back.

But once I walked out of the bathroom, someone pulled me to another door with such force that I didn't have the time to scream. The door slammed shut and locked and I was pinned against the wall, his strong arm around my throat. Alex's face had tightened in a vastly disapproving expression. "I know what you've been doing," he said between gritted teeth. He was intimidating, intense, overwhelming; his presence filled my world. "I saw you hitting on my friend Matt, how you hit on me at the same time. Even on the professor, you dumb whore? Marie told me you think of yourself some sort of Queen of the school, but I knew that had to be bullshit. No queen dresses like this."

I don't know why, but his harsh words sent a rush through my pussy, flooding my panties again as he held me by the throat. But at that moment, I knew exactly what to say. "I did it for you," I whispered breathlessly, looking at him innocently, pouting my big lips as if I was hurt. I pressed my body onto his, loving the feeling of his tight muscles against my chest. "I did it all for you. So you would notice me. I want you," I whispered, looking right into his green eyes with profane lust.

Alex did something I wasn't expecting: he laughed, briefly, but it was music to my ears. Everything about him was beautiful, captivating, and the force with which he held me against the wall made my juices run through my fishnet. "You want me?" he asked sincerely. There wasn't anything in his eyes to betray his lust, if he had any, and that unsettled me. At times I admire the level of self reservation this man had... not that he displayed any of it in the following moments.

"I want you," I repeated, more hotly, feeling more submissive in my position against the wall. I reached for his pants, deciding to make him want me too, but he pushed my hand away and I moaned in disdain.

"I feel obliged, then," he said, more with amusement in his voice rather than lust. He forcefully turned me around and pushed me against the wall. It felt so good to have his crotch against my butt, his tight chest against my back. I dropped my panties to the floor, letting the cool air of the bathroom go up my dress. His hand pulled the black dress up to my waist, revealing my bare, round ass and sneaked between my legs and shaven pussy; he rubbed expertly on my clit and smacked my ass at the same time and I moaned, "shit," unable to believe this was happening. My juices were running down my legs as I was pressed tightly against the wall; he smacked my ass hard again and I yelped. Before I got much into the rubbing and smacking, his hand went away and I cooed for him.

"You know what happens to girls of your low class?"

I looked at him sideways, biting down on my lip and shaking my head innocently no.

"They get used. I'm gonna use you till you're sore, you dumb whore," he hissed, and to my surprise, I didn't mind his words - they made me wetter, probably because I begun to realize that I was a whore. No guy had ever dared talk to me like that before, but I wanted Alex to. I let him hastily raise my dress above my head and throw it aside on the bathroom floor; he freed my heavy breasts from my bra, tossing it aside. I glanced behind him and I was instantly hooked by the sight: he was removing the top of his black suit and placed it on the hunger. My eyes were attracted to the tattoo covering the right side of his upper chest: a Chinese dragon, roaring and spitting flames. The sight was wonderful, but I couldn't drink in it for long. He wasted no time in grabbing the base of my hair, turning me around so I was facing him and pulling me down to my knees. I grabbed the sides of his thighs and looked up expectantly at him, batting my eyelashes in the cute way I knew of. My perfect tits were exposed to his view; I was wearing nothing but the stilettos and the thigh-high fishnets, and I didn't give a flying fuck about kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor.

He pulled down his pants, letting out his semi. He was naked in front of me. Instantly, my pussy pooled on the floor and my mouth watered at the beautiful sight of his dick. Long, thick as my wrist and straight, it was quickly getting hard. I hadn't done this before - suck off a guy, and the thought of letting any dicks near my mouth was disgusting, before I'd entered this bathroom. But for this guy, something sparked in me. The overwhelming desire to take his dick and balls into my mouth took over me. I wanted to please him, I wanted him to use me. My nipples hardened in the cool air of the bathroom at the thought of being used.

"Do you know how many of the guys you've teased want to do what I'm doing to you now?"

"Mhm," I moaned, surprising myself.

"Hands behind your back," he ordered me and I obeyed. I must've looked so sexy, nude in front of him with my hands behind my back in a submissive position. I opened my mouth very wide and he slammed his thick dick in, pushing all the way to the back of my throat. I choked on it and tried to pull away, but he held me down. "Hold on, it's not even halfway in yet," he said harshly. I was shocked he wanted to get all of his dick in my mouth.

When he pulled out, I managed to draw a quick breath, before he slammed back in. This time, I tried to relax my reflex. The fat cockhead slid into my throat after some resistance as he held my head down by my hair. My mouth was watering like never before. I loved it. It was tough to admit and realize it, but my body loved it. He pulled away then pushed my head against the wall, his dick entering my throat forcefully. My mouth was open so wide, the muscles of my face started to ache. He held me down and fucked my face, my earrings and necklace flying around wildly. He was making me gag and choke on my own saliva; drool came flying right off my mouth. Tears were running down my face from the effort to keep up breathing, ruining my make-up. "Close your lips around it," he ordered, and I obeyed again. My spit pooled in my mouth as he fucked it. The bathroom was full of these sexy, slurping sounds his dick made when it entered my mouth. I was desperate for a breath, but he was relentless. He fucked his dick into my mouth, even though I was choking on my saliva.

I couldn't believe what was happening. The school queen was having her face fucked like a true whore. He pushed it all the way down my throat; I could barely take all of him. I tongued the base of his dick and looked up at him. His face was twisted with lust and he cursed when our eyes met. He pulled out and I rushed to take a breath; I was panting, the muscles of my face stretched out and aching, spit running from my mouth. He held my chin up so I was looking at him and I did my best to look sexy for him.

He grinned wickedly. "Are you happy, Christie? Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes, yes," I moaned, panting and he grunted.

"Usually, I'd move on with it but you've got such a pretty face," he said. "Open your mouth."

This time, he grabbed my jaw and held my head back. I opened wide for his thick cock, discovering I had missed the feeling of my mouth being full. He jammed into the back of my throat and I gagged, choking on my spit. I closed my lips around it, like he told me to, though it was harder to take a breath between assaults. He went really wild on fucking my face and I had to put my hands on his ass to control it a bit, but he didn't like that. He grabbed both of my arms and put them above my head, as if they were tied to the wall. I moaned with lust and a mouth full of cock. He kept fucking my face harshly, sending his dick down my throat with each thrust.

He must've had enough by this point, because he pulled me up. I tried to kiss him, but he swirled me around, grabbing a handful of my blonde hair and leading me in front of the mirror. His mouth was close to my ear, his breath hot in my elegant neck. I looked at our reflection, breathless and sopping wet from the way he treated me; I was a naked wonder, even with screwed up make-up and he was a living god. I wanted to feel his hair, his beard in my hands and his lips into mine, but he would not let me. He had other things in mind, and I did not object.

He reached for the soap container next to the mirror. He held me from the back of my neck, pushing me against the counter so I was slightly bent over it as he squirted some soap on his free hand and smeared into my ass crack, touching my flooded cunt generously with his palm, then moving farther up; it felt so good, having this living god rub my ass crack, but it was more the anticipation of what was coming that excited me. His hard, wet rod poked the underside of my legs, constantly reminding me.

I was so wrong about what he had in mind. His middle finger slipped into my asshole and I gasped in shock, "oh god." His finger in there sent a chill up my spine. I looked at him in the mirror, hoping he would stop. The beautiful features of his face were drawn with passion and voracity as he looked at me like a wolf about to devour his prey. I bent my legs slightly, letting him tower over me; this was not how I imagined having sex. I always thought I would be the one in control.

"Not there, Alex, take my pussy instead," I pleaded weakly. This wasn't the Christine Rousseau the school knew of. That Christine would have slapped the worthless male who had dared touch her in that way.

"I heard what you said about anal," he said wickedly. My mind was racing, and I tried to figure out how he had heard me - his desk was on the other side of the classroom. The only logical thing that came to mind at the time was that he sneaked close to eavesdrop on our conversation.

"What about it," I countered courtly, gathering my courage for a final defense with a finger in my ass.

"That only sluts do it," he resumed, "well, isn't that just right for you? A teasing slut should get what she deserves."

I was speechless as he shoved a second finger in there. I tried clenching the muscles of my anus, expelling his fingers, but once they were nearly out, they went back in again. It was a raw, unknown feeling that I hadn't experienced while masturbating normally. He smacked my ass, sending a jolt through my pussy; then he wrapped the same arm around my throat, pulling me close to his face. I arched my back and put one hand on my clit to rub it with fervor, for the feeling of his fingers in my ass was strangely wonderful, and the fact that it was forbidden made it all the more sexier. He pushed my legs aside, knuckling me deep with his fingers. God, he was so sexy. The thought of him using me in this way excited me, but the size of his cock daunted me a bit.

My sphincter had loosened to his fingers, which now penetrated me more easily, thanks to the soap. I closed my eyes and moaned, rubbing my clit. He chuckled. "You're into this, aren't you?" he murmured in my ear, and before I could stop myself, I cooed mhm. I couldn't fucking believe myself. I wouldn't be doing these atrocities, if I was with another man. But I was forced to accept him, and his fingers, because he was right: I was into it. Yesterday, I laughed from my throne at the trashy sluts who did anal, yet here I was, reduced to the very thing I was making fun of.

It felt so good, so right. My lover was radiating a raw animalism that bent me on its own over the counter and made me moan like a needy slut. He kept his fingering up as he greased his dick with soap. I felt a sting of fear. There was no way that could fit in my virgin asshole. I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. "Relax," he whispered into my ear, now rubbing my clit. I felt his rock hard dick pressing against my tight asshole. Adrenaline rushed through me and I looked in the mirror, at the sexy god who had pinned me down and was forcing himself inside me. Soap wasn't the best lube, and the container didn't have nearly enough, but did I know better at this time?

The head slipped in and I screamed. It was weird and painful, my anus being stretched like that, and I would not have put up with it if was like that for the whole duration. But the guy knew what he was doing. He held it there for a few minutes, waiting patiently for me to adjust. My teeth were grit from the pain. I rubbed my pussy, and that did alleviate some of the pain. "Shit, you're tight," he breathed heavily. After waiting a bit, he began pulling out slightly and it suddenly felt good, as the next moment he pushed more of his dick in. Again, he pulled out, and pushed firmly but gently. He was halfway in when he pulled all the way out; the head popped out, only to push and slip back in. My pussy gushed involuntarily. The intrusion felt raw, amazing. The pace was slow like that, in and out, until his thick cock was buried to the hilt inside my asshole, filling it up.

"I feel so full," I moaned to him. This was not how I envisioned sex, but then again, I had never been impaled anally by a thick rod. It was lodged up there, and I discovered my submissive side wanted it there. That's where it belonged, deep inside my ass.

"You took it like a champ," he breathed jokingly and rewarded me with a smack, which sent a jolt through my pussy. He grabbed my boob and played with its hard nipple; goosebumps ran through my body at his touch, so soft yet rough at the same time and electric. I looked in the mirror now. The blonde school queen was getting what she deserved, a thick cock up her ass, degrading to a common slut.

My legs were open in front of the mirror and I could clearly see his fat dick invading and stretching my asshole instead of my pussy, and that turned me on all the more. It was in the wrong place, yet it felt so right, and it looked so beautiful. "You like it?" he asked me, as if he knew of my thoughts, and I could hear his smile.

I whispered, "just fuck it, please..." He suddenly grabbed my hair and bent me over the counter, looking at me intensely.

"Fuck what?"

"Fuck my ass," I screamed in lust.

"Beg for it."

"Please," I looked at him sideways, our faces very close; it seemed like I was on the verge of tears, hurt from his assault and vulnerable to his overwhelming domination. "Please, fuck my ass." He began sliding out and I tightened the muscles of my anus, as if to shit him out. That intensified the pleasure. All pain had subsided, my sphincter wasn't even there. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, picking up his speed as he went. I cried as he began pounding roughly into me, pushing me against the counter, burying his cock deeply inside me, pushing me from my shoulder back to him to keep his thrusts precise. He raised my foot on the counter and kept fucking me like that, now pulling me back from my boob and my hair, and I loved it, I loved the sodomy and I loved every second of the roughness.

"Take my ass," I screamed, "take it, it's all yours, take it ..." I turned my head, my mouth half open as I moaned with lust like a slut; our eyes met, our faces close; I remember he was grinning wolfishly, sort of. He buried himself deep and then it happened for the first time: we kissed. His tongue was hard and hot on mine. I moaned in his mouth. We kissed passionately as he pounded relentlessly at my poor backdoor. It was the hottest kiss of my life.

Breaking off the kiss, he grabbed my throat and raised my head up so I was looking at the ceiling, and with the other hand he put pressure on the low of my arched back, pinning me down and fucking my brains out. I'm pretty sure I was screaming and muttering unintelligible things at this point. I probably declared my love for his cock, because I did love it. It felt perfect, filling me up, sliding in and out.