"Whipped" Part 1

Eight A.M., Thursday morning, Dylan woke up late, tangled up in his white
cotton sheets with a headache. He rubbed his temples, knowing that his pain
was a self-inflicted misery.

A stirring beside him told him, he wasn't alone, like he had originally
thought. The stranger next to him sighed, snuggled up against his back, and
slung her arm across his waist.

Damn it all to hell, he knew better then to bring his booty calls home.
"Fuck me." Dylan groggily grumbled mentally kicking his own ass.

Last night out with 'The Boys' at a local titty bar drinking a mind-numbing
amount of beer and liquor were to blame for him having an unknown guest
sharing his bed with him this morning.

Whatever happened to the evenings spent cheating at cards, liquored up, and
smoking stogies all night long? Dylan thought, but he knew the reason. All
his friends ended up with girlfriends or worse married and were all
dragging the ball and chain. His buddies being dominated meant more nights
out to strip clubs for tits and ass they weren't allowed to see at home.

Dylan's axiom of whoever owned the pussy, ruled a straight man's, world was
something he whole-heartedly believed and he believing that meant he
engaged in casual sex with strangers in lieu of a girlfriend, as he hadn't
had the need for a girl in quite sometime. He lived for few weeks' worth of
flings or one-nightstands because he wasn't going to end up whipped like
his friends.

Dylan rolled over to look at the girl beside him. It wasn't a surprise to
him that he recognized her as a stripper at The Pink Pussy Cat, a more
upscale strip club, but he didn't know her name. He didn't need to know her
name she was only another notch in his belt he thought arrogantly.

The girl was a typical exotic dancer, blonde, tan, and sexy. She opened her
blue eyes, glanced at him, smiled, and lazily turned over on her back. She
stretched and revealed her fake overly ripe cantaloupe-sized breasts.

"Wonderful." Dylan said under his breath in complete revulsion.

He disliked anything artificial about women. She is what he got for
following his cock around and having alcohol frig up his brain. She gave
him a sidelong glance as if she heard his complacent thoughts of her.

"Dylan," She smirked. "I can tell by the look on your face that you can't
remember my name." She said moving toward him, "Does the name Bambi ring a
bell?"

Dylan tried not to roll his eyes in response to her silly slutty name.

"Ya, I know your name is Bambi." He laughed easily trying to pretend he
really did know, but this sly stripper knew better.

"Uh-huh and your full of it cause my name isn't Bambi, it's Emma."

He grinned guiltily, but shrugged off his morning after faux pas because it
didn't matter; as he hadn't planned to see her, again unless she was
gyrating up and down a pole or giving him lap dances.

"Oh don't worry hun', I'll refresh your memory." Emma coyly said as she
reached for his cock.

Dylan not expressing a hint of tolerance hastily brushed her hand away.
"I'm sure you could, but now darlin' I got to get ready for class."

Her interests sparked. "School boy are you?"

Dylan rolled his eyes in disdain, as he'd become rather irritated with her
now. Why couldn't she be a good girl, take his hint, follow the unsaid
one-night stand rules, and just leave?

"Uh-ya, taking medical stuff… Human anatomy."

"Uhm," Emma purred through her full lips. "You already know your way around
a woman's body, you don't need classes."

She said reaching over to him again, but he slipped out of bed and over
toward the bathroom to wash the skank off him before she had the
opportunity to touch him again.

Emma wasn't put off by his aloofness; his arrogance was expected and it
hardly fazed her. "Oh well, suit yourself." She said crawling out of his
bed and walked out of his room stark naked.

"I have a roommate." She heard him laughing after her.

Normally, Emma wouldn't put up with such an insolent little bastard, but he
was the classic tall, dark and handsome bad boy she usually was hung up
over. Yes, she knew it was better to stay far away from his type and she
normally did, but she was only considering another taste of him because he
was so hot in the sack.

Dylan had made her cum in two minutes flat and amazingly enough; he was
drunker then hell while accomplishing it too. Now to Emma, that truly was
talent and she wanted to try the prick out sober.

Emma made her way to the kitchen thinking that all men were just too
self-involved and stupid to realize that there were women out there looking
for the same things as men were. Not all women wanted to find their soul
mate.

Damn, sometimes it's just all about the sex and nothing more. Emma thought
as she raided the refrigerator for something cool to drink and found a
bottle of Evian.

"Can't a girl just skip the 'L' word and just get off every now-"

"It's plausible… Sure why not?"

Said an amused female voice, who interrupted Emma's, 'I can fuck just like
a man' internal speech that she ended up saying aloud. Brazenly naked, Emma
turned around to face Dylan's flat mate, who obviously to her now was a
lesbian as the girl blatantly ogled Emma's breasts without trying to
conceal the fact that she was damn near drooling while looking her over.

"Hi…" Emma said feeling slightly uncomfortable under such a scrutinizing
stare.

The girl smirked. "I'm surprised." Dylan's roommate said shaking her head
and busying herself by preparing morning coffee. "That he even brought you
home with him, the little narcissistic perv has never done that before."
She said shaking her head.

"Well there is a first for everything." Emma said haughtily, drank the rest
of the water, tossed the empty bottle into the trash, and headed back down
the hallway to Dylan's room.

"By the way… I like your necklace."

Dylan's roommate said, referring to the tiny turquoise pendant that lay
almost hidden between her breasts. He's a pervert compared to whom? Emma
thought sardonically of his roommate.

Emma returned to Dylan's room and found that he was still in the shower.
Hot steam drifted out of the bathroom via a slight crack in the door. Much
too tempting, she greedily concluded and entered the bathroom to get her
first taste of him stone cold sober.

"Your roomy, the lesbian just came on to me."

Emma said laughing as she joined him under the hot water spray, much to
Dylan's displeasure.

He glanced down at her outrageous tits. "Ya, I can imagine."

Clearly, having enough or his rude barbs she rolled her eyes and pushed him
aside to hog all the hot water for herself.

"Boy, you're tripping. You need to take that holier than thou bullshit and
shove it right back up your ass." She said crossly. "I told you I was only
stripping at that dump to pay for pre-law."

"Oh?"

Genuine surprise and a little bit of curiosity flashed through his brain
for the first time since waking up this morning beside her.

"Yes oh!" She sarcastically said. "My tit size doesn't mean that I'm
naturally, a dumb blonde I'll have you know."

Emma got out of the shower, sopping wet, and grabbed her jeans. She pulled
a hundred dollar bill out of her pocket and held it out to him.

"Here, I owe you this."

"Wha-what for?"

"For the bet."

"What bet?"

"The bet. The reason you and I, Dylan, woke up in the same bed together
this morning."

"What bet?" He stupidly questioned again.

The hostility aimed at him came off her in red-hot waves and frankly; it
was making him hot for her now.

"You mean you don't remember that either?"

He shook his head to indicate that he didn't have any earthly frigging idea
what she was talking about.

"Dylan… You need to stop drinking. I can't believe you have trouble
recalling a jack off bet we made." She smiled revealing her even white
teeth.

He had to laugh at this. "Now I really got to what the hell your talking
about darlin'."

"Well you and your friends were being loud obnoxious drunks, but tipping
well and I decided in my infinite wisdom and now such poor judgment, to
have some fun with you all." She smiled wickedly. " So I say that I can jag
off any of you in few minutes for a C-note."

Dylan already liked this bet. It was creative. "I assume my friends backed
out huh?" He smirked knowingly as they where the ones whipped, not him.

"Indeed they did honey. You said you could do me better, in couple of
minutes or less." Emma said as glanced at his getting hard cock, smiled,
cast her wandering eyes elsewhere. "I thought easy money since you were so
drunk… I thought wrong."

"Ya, well magic fingers." He said suggestively. "You want to go double or
nothing?" Dylan ventured further as he didn't care about those big fake
breasts of hers anymore. Not waiting for her to answer he pulled her back
into the shower with him. "It could be extra money in your law school fund
and an extra curricular activity for both of our higher educations."

"So who's first or perhaps I don't even have to ask you."

Emma said already knowing the answer as she felt Dylan's randy member
standing at attention against her hip. Perhaps she'd give him a lesson in
eating crow for having such shitty preconceived notions of her.

Smiling slyly, she bent over and held his cock in her hand. Emma flicked
her tongue across the head of his prick, coating it with her saliva. She
rubbed her thumb across him lightly, gradually she increased the pressure
until pre-cum seeped readily out and she lapped it up with a pointy tongue.
He groaned loudly as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucked,
and pressed him firmly with her lips. Emma drew him out of her mouth until
her lips pursed against the tip as if she were kissing his cock. She licked
him once, blew on him, and took him back into her mouth. She repeated the
sucking and blowing until he was nearly begging for her to finish him off.

Emma stopped cold as could be and grinned wickedly up at him. "My turn…"
She purred vibrating the end of his prick.

He looked at her in total astonishment. She stood up, half expected him to
be upset with her for wickedly toying with him, but he caught on quickly,
and smirked. "You were about to win the bet any way, Emma." Dylan said as
he pushed her up against the tiled shower wall. "But the question is did
you really want to?" He licked his thumb and forefinger. She whimpered in
anticipation. Dylan grinned; clearly, he had done this to her last night.
"Alrighty, but you're going to make me miss my class."

Dylan said as he stroked his thumb against her plump erect clitoris while
slipping his forefinger into her pussy. Emma mewed and ground her hips down
hard onto his hand. He slithered in another finger stroked his fingers in
and out slow and hard. Her drenched honey pot made wet slurping sounds as
if her pussy was sucking his fingers off.

"Oh god, god oh..." Emma moaned.

Dylan removed his fingers then inserted his cock deep within her so that he
could feel her powerful orgasm squeeze his prick. A twinge of jealousy
jabbed at him as she came for a full fifteen seconds. Once she recovered,
he drove into her a few more into her and she bucked her hips as she peaked
again. Emma sighed lustily into his neck. Lucky girl, she's multi-orgasmic
he enviously thought.

Dylan held her ass in his hands so that he could stroke into her with power
thrusts. His apex of sex ebbed and flowed on the surface with each plunge
into her soaked pussy. Unexpectedly, he stroked out of her and she took the
opportunity to untangle herself from him and got of the shower.

"Where are you going?" He asked frustrated feeling like his balls were
going to explode from the pressure of cum built up inside them. "I was
about to jizz damn it."

"I know." She sexily laughed and crooked her finger at him, indicating to
him that she wanted him to follow her back into the bedroom.

Dylan laughed, as he knew he deserved some of her teasing because he had
been such an asshole to her earlier. Dylan stood at the door because he
wasn't sure he wanted to play the game by her rules, quite yet.

Emma went to his bed, lay on her back, and propped her head upon a pile of
pillows so that she could look at him. She widely spread her shapely, tawny
thighs, sucked and spit on two fingers then caressed her clit in a slow
circular motion. Her eyes where half slits, but she kept eye contact with
him. Emma slid her fingers inside her pussy, moaning with each stroke in
and sighing with every draw out. Dylan grasped the doorframe and flexed his
hips forward as if he were fucking her instead of Emma diddling herself. He
watched her as she shuddered out another long orgasm.

This is too much, he thought. Dylan crossed the room in two steps over to
her, took one of the pillows, and shoved it under her ass. "Okay, lesson
learned and points for Emma." He said making a tick mark gestures in the
air, on an imaginary score board. Emma coyly looked up at him, licked her
honey off her fingers and offered him a taste.

"Yes, you're a badly behaved egotistical bugger, but damn it, don't you
just know how to make me feel good."

"I could probably say the same of you if you'd let me cum." He said. Emma
smirked up at him and he sucked the remaining of her girly juice off her
offered fingers

Dylan pushed himself deep inside the confines of her very slick, hot box.
"You taste good as you feel Emma." Dylan groaned thrusting hard into her.

He felt her flex her strong PC muscles around his cock like she was
massaging him as her fucked her. A strong lusty heat wave flashed thru his
body. He reached under her arms, and grabbed her shoulders from behind.
Dylan pushed his hips into her as hard as he could, crushing their pelvises
together as shot his hot seed inside her. He felt her pussy spasm hard,
milking every last bit of jizz out of him.

"I'm not going to lie, that's the best sex I've had a long while." He said
moving away from her to catch his breath and collect his thoughts.

"Me too." She said stretching.

Dylan pulled Emma close to him, nuzzled her neck, and nodded off sleepily
as the early afternoon light filtered through his bedroom window.

###

Hours later the day had waned and turned to dusk. Dylan and Emma had sex
repeatedly during that time, sounding and acting much like wild animals.
Too loud in fact, as his roommate had beat on the door a few times to hush
them up.

Dylan lay lazily in bed, feeling mighty fine as he watched Emma emerge from
the shower for the second or third time of the day. Hew smirked as she
wiggled into her too tight, slutty stripper clothes. Emma's out of this
world curves filled her painted on jeans and shiny pink shirt to
perfection.

Not knowing her before, he had thought of her more of a conquest, but now
he found her intriguing. Emma wasn't his typical booty call because she had
brains and a personality he found exciting to go along with her body and
skills.

Not wanting her to think that he was such a fool as to have fallen for her
so quickly he said, "Hey I'm not wanting a heavy duty relationship Emma,
I'm not ready for that." He smiled, poured all his sugary-coated charm on
her. "But hun, I really would like to see you again."

She smiled at him as she smoothed down her mussed up hair. "Listen Dylan, I
already have a fuck buddy so if that's what you you're wanting from me,
well I just can't do that."

He was genuinely astonished. "Heh… What?" Dylan stupidly muttered.

"Oh, you're wondering about the sex earlier? It was good and all I won't
deny you that, but seriously plain and simple if I were to categorize what
I've been doing with you the last day and half I would have to say that I
was sampling the 'Dylan Smorgasbord'." Emma giggled.

Dylan was taken aback. What the hell? He silently cursed. She couldn't
possibly be serious. Could she? He watched her as she slicked on ruby-red
lipstick. It wasn't supposed to go like this; he never thought that she
might not want to see him again.

"Well, I hope you had an excellent sampling of me." Dylan said slightly
irritated, not wanting to sound disappointed.

Emma dug through her purse, pulled out a business card and crawled back
onto the bed with him, "Oh don't pout. I'll want seconds." She said
pressing the card into her hand.

Emma kissed his bare chest, smeared lipstick, and bit his nipple. She
watched his nipple turn rock-hard along with his cock. She grinned,
caressed him, pulled away then lightly slapped his erection. She could
already tell the boy was simply crazy about her.

Once Emma stepped back from him, she could almost physically see Dylan shut
down his emotions. She knew he would, who wouldn't once one faced such
rejection? However, the kicker was, that she was all talk because he didn't
know that she was indeed crazy about him herself.

"Catch you later babe." Emma called as she left his room.

Dylan stared after her in confusion, but felt the heat of embarrassment
slowly rise up in his cheeks. He glanced at the card she had given him. Her
name, phone number, and address were printed neatly and all business like.
Dylan smiled, as he took this as a sign of encouragement. He got out of
bed, padded naked over to the door, looked to see if she really did leave,
but only saw Trisha, his roommate.

He half hid himself behind the door. "Did she leave?"

"Sure." Trisha grinned. "She wobbled, bow-legged out the front door."

He frowned at her, annoyed because of what she was implying about Emma.

Trisha's grin widened. "Why Dylan, you're displaying emotional attachment
for a female, rather than your usual physical, fuck em' and leave em'
motto." She laughed.

Dylan rolled his eyes, "Whatever." and slammed his bedroom on his
'know-it-all' roommate's face.