It was a good place to fuck — albeit with the large windows it was a little exposed to the street, unless the curtains were drawn. In fact the whole house was good for fucking, as Natalie could attest – having sampled almost every room since she’d started coming over.
She kept her eyes closed as Wesley navigated her further. Standing her up straight, he pulled her up against his broad chest. With one hand, he gently caressed her breasts, while with the other, he rubbed along the folds of her simmering pussy.
Natalie gasped – her mouth open but barely a sound coming out. He unclasped her bra, releasing her voluptuous breasts. Then he spun her around, her face to his.
“When I tell you to… open your eyes… and kiss me… kiss me like you’re in love with me!” he whispered into her ear, clutching her ass with both hands. “Now!”
First she opened her eyes and noticed the soft light. Then she kissed him. Deeply. Passionately, sucking on his lips and tongue, embracing her arms around his neck, melding herself onto him, feeling his hands on her buttocks, feeling the heat merge between their compressed bodies. When he finally broke free, his lips slick with their shared saliva, she dared to stare into his beautiful dark brown eyes.
“Tell everyone in the room why you are here,” he ordered with a firm tone. She stared into his eyes, meeting his intensity with a courage of her own.
“I’m a Frampton House slut. I’m here to serve and be used. I’m here to please you. I’m here to be your anal slut!”
Then he spun her around and she saw the crowd. Natalie looked around the room. She felt her audience stare back at her, admiring her body.
Time slowed down as she stood in front of them. The centre of attention — never a place she had been comfortable. Because she was never ready till now.
Her excitement was palpable as her chest heaved, her body hot and flushed with vigorous arousal, anticipating her initiation.
Even in her zen-like state, Natalie felt her legs shake and she could feel the slickness on her thighs and wondered if anyone else could see it too.
Wesley was standing behind her, his crotch rubbing along her ass. He gently twisted her head back so he could kiss her again — and with one of his long arms, he reached out and continued fondling her pussy, drawing attention to her wet and aroused state. As she moaned into his mouth, their tongues duelling, he used his hands to sensuously handle her body — her labia, her clit, her stomach, her ass, her tits… all was caressed, touched, prodded, squeezed, pinched.
The small crowd who observed this erotic spectacle sat demurely – spread around on the various furniture, speechless, their own arousal building.
Sitting on the sofa, Andrea looked as sultry as ever, dressed in white lace lingerie that contrasted fittingly with her jet-black hair. She sat between Jules and Jerome, her bare legs spread across theirs thighs. Their dark hands absently rubbed across her creamy white skin, not quite seeking to arouse yet, but building anticipation for their own involvement in the night’s activities. From her position, Natalie could see Andrea wore some kind of choker or collar around her neck.
Micah was there too. And so was Keith and DeShawn, all accommodated across various furniture, watching Natalie in just her thong and thigh-high socks, succumb to Wesley’s molestation.
Natalie also noticed two other boys she hadn’t encountered before. By the look of them, she wasn’t sure if they were even students, as they looked slightly older. The boys were all more or less fully dressed in casual attire. Only Andrea and her were in a half-naked state, as was befitting of their slut status.
But she could not heed the crowd too much as Wesley was constantly feeling her up, in between kissing her with passion, sucking on her neck or gently suckling and teething on her tits. He knew how to alternate between rough and sensual, keeping her on edge till she was squirming and whimpering against him.
“Everyone wants to see how good a slut you are,” he whispered in her ear ominously. Most of the crowd had participated in her training — and tonight they expected her to take the test — a test she was intending to ace. “Bend over. Show them your holes!”
Again the command could not be disobeyed. Wesley positioned her such that her ass faced the crowd, spreading her cheeks apart as she bent forth per his expectation. He spanked her — once, twice, thrice… and then told her to hold her ass cheeks open so everyone could see her butt plug and her clean-shaven, sweltering pussy.
It felt like an age in that position as Natalie breathed through this moment of humility. It only served to further her arousal, knowing that the eyes that she could not see behind her, looked at her as though was an object to be used. She could feel their gaze on her glossy sex, knowingly dripping with anticipation that soon -her plugged asshole would be filled by warm, vibrant black cocks instead. She shivered on the spot, her tits flailing as her hair touched the floor.
Wesley scolded her with a spank — pulling her up by her hair when she had started to slack her back. Then he pushed her down.
“Oh my god! I need to suck his dick!” She thought urgently as she prostrated herself, smiling with excitement as he guided her to her knees by the hair.
There, he revealed that he’d undone his jeans and was waiting for her to unshackle his raging erection. She pursed her lips, wetting them instinctively for what this sight promised.
“Put that mouth to good use Natalie,” Wesley instructed. “Show everyone here how good a dicksucker you are!”
Natalie intended to do exactly that — sliding down his briefs and gaping her mouth as she anticipated his dark, rigid phallus. Free at last, Wesley’s beast of a cock popped up at her like a vigorous spring. She tried to swallow him deep – but his length and thickness prevented her from taking him all the way at first, her throat too tight for him.
She pushed herself on him — sliding initially before finding herself choking not even half way. Perhaps it was stage fright but she struggled, despite weeks of training in learning the art of deep throating. Mentally, she cursed the physical limitations of her body, which did not always match the requirements of her hunger.
After kissing and suckling on his balls as an apology, she took a second attempt to deepthroat him, this time, remembering her training. Swallowing, slobbering, spitting on his long black shaft till she could feel her mouth and throat stretching to allow him in deeper, and even grabbing his legs and buttocks to pull him in — she sucked his dick, stretching her gullet and throat to accommodate him, drool coating his meat and balls as she puffed and huffed.
“Come on Natalie! You can do it girl! Swallow his fucking cock!” Andrea cheered from the crowd, ever the supportive friend. “Come on girl! These boys aren’t gonna let you be their slut unless you suck his fucking cock balls-deep! Earn that fucking title!”
Natalie flexed her head back and forth, trying to stuff his full rod but finding herself gagging still.
“Suck it!”
“Deep throat him slut!”
The male voices from the crowd hollered at her, roused by her efforts and eager to see her win. She looked up Wesley — placating him with her eyes as she tried to deep throat his cock.
“Come on baby, you can do it,” he whispered, encouraging her, his gaze hungry for her. Maybe it was the threat of being ostracised by the boys, the fear of failing her initiation that drove her not to give up. She wasn’t about to be sent home having failed in the most basic of slut duty and not earning the right of having these studs run a train on her tushy. Through will power, she fought back her gag reflex and pushed herself on his cock. She sucked in deep through her nose and pulled Wesley forward, forcing his phallus into her throat.
“I can do this. I can deep throat him,” she thought as she choked on his girth yet again. But this time she persisted and pushed through, her throat having salivated intensely as she worked and stretched her oral muscles around his girth, puffing and blowing through her nose — till suddenly the barrier yielded and her throat expanded. She pulled him in until her face was squashed against his belly.
There was a loud cheer from the room as they witnessed the big-assed, blonde bombshell finally deepthroat him. A triumphant little moan escaped Natalie’s cock-filled lips — but she wasn’t about to rest on her laurels.
She heard Wesley grunt in approval, hailing her as a ‘good girl’, rewarding her with a couple of playful slaps to her tits. His cock was even harder than earlier so this had been her toughest challenge of the night so far. And it had been mind over matter after all.
They were all pleased with her progress — not least of all her. Just a few weeks ago, she had found herself embarrassingly limited in her blowjob skill. Now she was a cockslut.
Wesley thought so too. From the privileged position of being perched in her throat, he took advantage and gripped her hair, making her back arch slightly. He used that grip to flex her head on his phallus — indulging on the tight, warm feel of her oral canal.
Choking and gagging — her eyes wild with lust, tears streaming from the exertion, Natalie remembered to breathe through her nose whenever she could, while letting her Initiator use her mouth like a flesh light. But when Wesley pressed down her throat firmly, he squeezed against her nose. Her neck ballooned — tears flowing and her face red but she persevered, squirming below him on her knees until finally, he released her and withdrew his phallus from her mouth with a roar of approval from the crowd. She gasped herself — coughing and spluttering — her face now covered in spit and throat slime, her light make up already ruined. She could feel a strand of spit droop from her chin. Wesley leaned over her and slapped her ass.
“You did good girl — fucking swallowed my dick like an ace slut!” He complimented, pulling her head back so she could stare into his eyes. Natalie was still out of breath — her spit-covered tits heaving below. She managed a smile, satisfied that she had passed the first phase of the initiation. When he stuck his index finger in her mouth, pushing down on her tongue — she opened her mouth further and waited patiently for him to spit into her mouth, further validating her need to be degraded.
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