Collegegiate Sluthood Continues Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Collegegiate Sluthood Continues Ch. 01

... and enigmatic Ms. Lena Andersen. She had discovered a path of frightful wonders and was having too much fun to stop and worry about it.

"Oh my god Andrea - how the fuck are you so perky? I feel like I could sleep for a month," Natalie complained while Andrea had wormed her way into her bed.

"I'll tell you why I'm so fucking perky, anal slut. Firstly - I'm still super fucking horny!"

"What? You're kidding! How?"

"Serious! But for now - secondly, I'm just looking forward to a day of pampering at The Dorset. We earned it, after last night!" Andrea proclaimed. Natalie had looked at her with incredulity - as if to impress on her that a day at the five-star hotel was out of the question - to which Andrea responded ardently. "Yes of course you're coming with me! Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Andi - I can't afford to spa at The Dorset Hotel. I can barely afford rent as is! You know this," She had complained.

Natalie was finding that being a slut was expensive. All the things one had to buy to play into the role - various clothing, lingerie, sex toys, toiletries. It was starting to add up against her measly stipend and limited scholarship.

"Oh," Andrea shook her head in amusement. As usual, she always had something up her sleeve and her amused expression said as much. "No - it's all been arranged, you dummy! We're not paying for any of it, all courtesy of Lena. Don't you remember her telling us that last night? She's already flown back to LA ... but ...

... she's arranged for us to use her suite and book anything we want on her account. Now come on! Get your anal loving ass packing and let's go already! I'm starving!"

Perked up by Andrea's infectious mood, Natalie rose out of bed and readied herself for another extravagant affair with her adventurous house mate at The Dorset Hotel.

Judging by the Suite, Lena Anderson, the guest of the hotel and the other participant of the orgy the night before, was rich beyond Natalie's comprehension. Though she dared not ask what the price of such an accommodation might be, it was a mystery to Natalie why Lena would choose to slum it with a bunch of students. She was older than them by at least a decade. On occasion, when she had questioned that relationship, Andrea had only given a cryptic response. "Diss," she had explained, referencing a student who had graduated last semester. He was a fuckbuddy of Andrea and like all from the pictures she'd seen of him, Natalie could tell why he'd be a favorite of Andrea and Lena, both clearly fiends for black cock and athletic, hunky men.

The day at The Dorset - good food, a deep tissue massage, sauna, plunge pool, jacuzzi - was another form of decadence, of a different kind to what she had got used to lately. As Natalie enjoyed a day of leisurely pampering and relaxation with her best friend, her mind replayed the lurid, wild memories of the night before. But with every recollection, they were less tinged with regret and instead triggered exciting, ...