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#WorstSexExperience: They called me a slut but his package was small and zero sexual stamina (Part 1)

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For three and a half years I’ve was known as the university hoe. Or at least, that’s what you will hear if you asked around. Every school has their “bad girls” clique and I was the leader. There was even rumour flying around about me having sex with any guy who looks my way.

Even though the rumours might be true or untrue, sex was a reliever for me. Masturbation was technically like a hobby, and every now and then a my magic finger stroking my clit played the right music to my soul. But it’s different from having sex with a real guy, even virgins know that anyway, and I was planning to have a dick up inside me and Daniel, a handsome dude from my class was my catch.

Typically, people said all sort of things about me, like the girl that gives sex for as small as Capri Sonne at the Law department, mine as I heard from a friend and raging class crush, Daniel, their version was even funnier,

‘Karen is so loose down there that if she’s pregnant, the baby would just fall out of her.’

Obviously, they don’t understand how vagina works, Daniel then said with questions written all over his face ‘I’m not sure the rumours are true, Karen’.

Everyone left the class as the lecture ended, so it was just the two of us, for sure he was inquisitive about my nymphomaniacal nature.

‘What if it is actually true? Abi, is it wrong to like sex?’ I said back to him, knowing it might excite him badly, I was just hoping it is true, the crush I had for him is plain irrational. He’s just one of those few highly attractive guy, who combines masculinity with great sex appeal: huge biceps, chiselled body and the likes. He’s like the dark version of ‘Chris Hemsworth’.

Either way, I wasn’t in the mood to gist with him, I wanted fucking him.

“You really think so?”

I have been known to be very spontaneous, with the class been empty, I wanted to take it a notch higher, make him sweet, so I moved closer to him, lifted my baggy cardigan to show what is underneath that I was ‘working with’. A tight fitting gown that puts my curves on display.

“I am sure you will like them,” I said, grabbing one of my breasts.

“What do you think?” Daniel’s eyes were fixed to my upper body; I’ve never seen anyone stare at my body like that, and it made me feel good. I felt both confident and sexy.

“I like those.” I smirked again, turning to glance out the window into the hallway. There was no sign of anybody; the whole place had been quickly emptying for the weekend. I walked over to close the window, quietly close the door, and turn off all but one row of fluorescent lights.

“Daniel, I have a question.” Daniel just stared blankly at me while I walked back in front of his seat.

“Do you like curvy women?” My question made him blink, as if waking him up from a trance.

“I uh…” I took his hand and guided him out of his seat and to the other side of the table, next to me.

“Well it sounds like it’s about time you make a choice. I’ll help you.” I slowly lifted my shirt above my head, the single row of lights faintly illuminating my skin as I leaned down to slip out of my skirt as well.

I stood there, arms folded, smiling yet again at Daniel’s look of bewilderment. I could see his hand in his pocket; he was clearly trying to hide an erection. I gently held his wrist and pulled it back out of the pocket.

“Hmm, looks like you’ve got a thing for curvy girls after all.” He was obviously burning up with passion, and I love that.

Daniel let out a soft, nervous chuckle, glancing around as if to be sure we were truly alone. In a bold move, he placed both hands high on my hips, letting out an almost inaudible “wow” fall from his lips. At this point I simply wasn’t thinking. I didn’t care about my reputation as a slut or how much worse my life could be if we were caught. All that was on my mind was getting together with this cute guy, not just a finger and my imagination. I took Daniel’s hands off me and quickly took his shirt off for him before undoing my bra.

“…wait, I don’t think I can do this. I’ve never uh…had sex before.” He said, looking at my breasts the whole time. In a move that came off way more slutty than I wanted, I put a finger to his lips and with a little shush, gave him an “I know.”

“Take off your trousers and let me see what you’re packing.” I was getting a lot more assertive than I have ever being, but I loved the feeling. Daniel obeyed, and while he was struggling out of his jeans, I slipped out of my panties and sat on the wooden table at the side of the classroom.

Daniel eventually kicked his trousers aside and made his way to me, completely nude save for his socks. I tried not to stare at his erect penis; I had never seen one so small before and it looked different than expected. He was circumcised but he looked much smaller than the sizes of other guys I have fucked.

Story by Karen (Not Her Real Name)

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