Slut Machine
Brielle Norton was a class 'A' slut. We called her the school's 'Slut Machine' and she was because not only did she fuck a lot of boys, she generated all the other sluts in the school too. All the other girls were jealous of her, that was clear. And which wouldn't? Brielle had the curviest shaped body I had ever seen, with creamy, round tits forever on show, her legs were long and tanned while her wavy blonde hair framed her gorgeous face. My best friend Daniel had fucked her, heck, they had even dated a while back. But it was a 'sex-only' relationship and Daniel wanted something more legit then that so he dumped her for someone else. Brielle wasn't exactly heart-broken, in fact, it was about time she rode a different dick and many boys were on her waiting-list.
Today, Brielle somehow looked hotter then ever before. She was wearing a skinny tank-top that did not fail to show a very satisfying amount of cleavage and her short black skirt rode up her thighs. I longed to grab her and thrust my dick inside of her so, so badly but I had to control myself. I wasn't a man-whore that would subject myself to such a slut. Besides, I liked someone else.
It was obvious Brielle had had sex just this morning before classes started, it was evident from her flushed face and Tony Harrison's jeans that held a bulging dick. They sat next to each other in English and the occasional soft groans echoing across the classroom throughout the lessons made it clear Brielle wasn't done with Tony yet. "What a whore," Natasha whispered to me, rolling her eyes. My stomach fluttered. She was the reason. She was the reason Brielle Norton failed to flirt with me successfully so many times. Natasha.
Natasha was pretty, with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes that twinkled when she laughed. She wasn't Brielle-hot but she was a much softer kind of hot. I had went out on one date with her and when I had asked to have sex with her, she blatantly rejected the offer. Natasha was sweet, smart and funny but sometimes her old-fashioned ways really annoyed me. She hadn't made me horny in a long time, but I couldn't quite pin-point why I was still crushing on her.
"I know" I replied unconvincingly. Truthfully, I was starting to feel hornier every time I looked at Brielle, who under the desk was slowly giving Tony a blowjob. Natasha, My mind screamed, think of Natasha. It didn't work. By the time English ended, my dick was aching for contact with flesh. I hadn't had it for such a long time and Natasha being so stubborn didn't help my case.
Brielle walked past me, her skirt shifting further away from her thighs before I could see one of her butt cheeks. I felt a wet patch down beyond and couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to fuck that slut machine so hard, my dick would hurt for months as a reminder. I raced towards her, ignoring Natasha's calls for me. I grabbed Brielle's hand and shivered at the smoothness of it. Brielle gasped, clearly startled but a small smile formed on her lips as she looked up at me.
"Well, well, if it isn't James Carder. What do you want?" She said huskily. Bitch. She knew what I wanted. She could tell from my deep breathing and sweaty hands.
"Business" I muttered as a reply. Brielle smiled and ran her fingers smoothly across my shirt.