Room and Board

"I get to fuck you. Whatever I want, whenever I want."

John was looking her in the eyes, trying to guage her response. To him it was the perfect solution.

She was a scholarship student. The scholarship paid for the tuition the federal loans didn't cover, not books, not room and board, not lab fees and the incidentals. She was already working a part time job to help make it. Her father had just lost his job, and her mother's salary was going to be just enough to cover their expenses and even then it looked like her family was going to have to cut back a great deal. So it looked like her college education was coming to a close. Unless she found another way.

John was rich. Not his parents were rich, he was rich. He won one of the smallest powerball jackpots in history, the $40 million, the week after the $500 million pot. So $40 million isn't much by comparison, but it sure is a hell of a lot of money. His father was a financial advisor. He put the money to work for John and sent his son off to school to live as normally as possible.

One of the downsides of winning the lotto was the girls. Everyone on campus knew he had won the lotto, he'd done some foolish spending within the limits of his allowance. Once girls smell money in the water they come in for the feeding frenzy. Not all girls, hell, not even most girls, but enough. John got burned a few times, having had his heartbroken by gold diggers. That was freshman year, this was sophomore and John had kissed dating goodbye. He was still horny, but he wasn't looking for a relationship. Or rather, he didn't trust relationships.

He liked the fact that she hadn't been one of the gold diggers. That was a huge plus. And while they weren't close friends, they did know each other, from core classes and pick up games, like ultimate frisbee, and card and board games like Hearts and Risk.

So when he heard about what was happening to her, John had sought her out, taken her to Olive Garden, and made her one of the world's oldest propositions.

"Look, this isn't Fifty Shades of Grey and I'm not Dorian Grey, or whatever his name was. I'm not going to whip you or anything. I'm tired of dating girls who just like me for my money."

John paused and laughed at himself. "Irony aside, this is win-win. I'm a pretty good looking guy, and you might be wearing a sweater and that long skirt right now, but I saw you in that bikini at the beach last year, and you're smoking hot. You get to stay in school, and my house is a wee bit nicer than the dorms, and I get an unlimited supply of blow jobs, and we both know where we stand. We'll tell everyone we've been dating, secretly, and I asked you to move in."

John stabbed his fork into the middle of his spaghetti and twisted it, drawing up a bunch of noodles and sauce onto the utensile, and then took a bite. He chewed and swallowed.

"You haven't slapped me yet, so that's a good sign. I'll shut up now and let you think about it. If you don't want to do it, just say no, I'll pay for the meal either way."

He slipped his fork into his spaghetti again, taking a bite.

"But if you want to, slip off your panties and slip them to me under the table."

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Stefanie was the Kind of Girl that was quiet and Held herself out of all that she could. She only wanted to get threw School get good grades and pass, since her Family wasnt really wealthy and she wasnt getting much from her Little Job she didnt have much time to pass either.

One day this John invited her to go out to eat with him, she didnt really know him she knew he had won in the lottery but didnt care so a guy would never set eyes on her anways she thought and therefore she just ignored everything even the other Girls that spoke about him and how good he was in bed.

She wasnt ugly or anything she had lovely silky Hazel Brown hair shoulder length but also not very tall only 5,2 her icey blue eyes and her smooth silken Skin were also nice to look upon but she kept herself a bit shy and not very showing from clothing knowing a guy would only distract her and she didnt have much Money to buy the mini skirts and tops that the other Girls wore anyway.

John had invited her and if she didnt have such a hunger of somthing that wasnt in a can she would have said no not understanding why her. She meet him there, sitting there he told her why she was here and why he wanted to talk to her after they had ordered.

There Food came, she wanted to take a bite as he then told her that he was going to fuck her when were and how he wanted she had nothing to say about it really. She gasped nibbling on her lower lip thinking about what he had to give and what he wanted in return for it. She could finish School then she would find a discent Job and all that wasnt that bad and hey since he would be fucking her she wouldnt have to wrory about finding aboy friend for a while or if she had enough batteries at home for her toy.

She giggled as he then said that it was probly a good sign that she hadnt slapped him yet, looking up he could notice a cherry like red blush flush over her cheeks thinking of taking him in on his proposal.

She leaned Forward slightly as she then whispered to him.

"Im sorry I cant do that ........I mean slip you my panties under the table to you..."

She took a bite of her food and then a sip of water looking back over to him glancing around once before whispering again.

"Im not wearing any ....never really liked them and with a skirt no one would notice if I am wearing one or not.....Sorry but I would like to take your offer"

A blush came over Stefanie's face. A normal enough response. He was being open, frank and somewhat jovial about the sort of things most people hardly talked about. She giggled at his comment about slapping him, that wasn't really a good sign or a bad sign. Well, it was better than her slapping him, so John took it as a positive.

When Stefanie told him that she couldn't give him her panties and John was disappointed. He tried not to show it on his face, but there you go. A swing and a miss, as they say in basebell. What the hell were they going to talk about for the rest of the meal?

John took another bite of spaghetti, trying to think of something to say when Stefanie let the cat out of the bag. Or would it be more appropriate to call it a pussy? John almost choked on his food, covering his mouth to cough, and taking several deep breaths, trying to regain composure.

After he recovered he said, "Fuck. I didn't expect that. So you, um, that is," he paused and looked her in the eye. "Prove it. Come over to this side of the table."

They were in a booth. Sitting next to each other would just make them look like a romantic couple.

She gasped as he choked lightly on his food feeling bad since it was her fault. She just wanted to stand up to help him or somthing as he then took deep breaths calming himself again, she looked a bit worried but then it was all ok.

She smiled some at how he reacted to that, she wasnt sure what she had awaited for a reaction from him but not that. She looked around some as he then told her to prove it and to scoot over to him so she could.

She smiled and nodded putting her plate over next to his so it would look funny that she sat next to him andher plate was somewhere else, she then scooted over to him.

"How do you want me to prove it? raise my skirt or you slip your hand up my skirt?"

She whispered over to him leaning lightly over to him as her right hand settled on her thigh and her finger tips slowly started to pull her skirt slowly up the end already now over her knees, she then stoped to wait for his answer.

A waiter walked past and asked if everything was ok, she jumped slightly nodding. She blushed again slightly, she didnt know why she could be so open to him so quickly and to others still being the little quiet shy girl. Her eyes went back to his for his reaction on her question.

"It's quite good," John said, answering the waiter, "but we are going to need refills and another basket of breadsticks."

The waiter nodded and left. John turned to Stefanie and saw the blush. How could she be so bold one moment and so shy the next? It was a mystery worth investigating. What should he do right now? John had a hard time not wanting both to see her pussy, and to play with it. It took a moment but inspiration hit.

When he answered her, his voice was no longer jovial. He had a deep voice, but this was deeper still, nearly a growl, but barely louder than a whisper. "Pull up your skirt and keep it up until the waiter comes back. While he is gone I want you to tell me how turned on you are right now, and about your sex life. Are you a virgin? Do you masturbate? How often? Where? How? What do you fantasize about?"

He paused, giving Stephanie a moment to let that all sink in and then John said, "And you will touch yourself while you talk."

John could feel himself getting hard with all the possibilities coming into his mind of what he might have here.

"Do not let yourself cum," he added, "I'll do that."

Stefanie gasped slightly to what he had said thinking for a second about what he said and nodded. she scooted a bit forward so her ass would be sitting on the edge of the seat and leaned back against the back of the seat. She also slowly hung leg over his knees that was next to hers while her fingers pulled her skirt up over her thighs and in this position her legs where slightly spread.

If he looked down he could see her fresh shaved pussy as her hand sliped between her legs as her fingers slowly started to toy around teasing and pleasing her pussy. She whispered back over to him.

"I love sex if i could I would have it each and every day but I forced myself not to so I could keep my mind on sch........school you know cause of not much time since no money and all ......mmmmm....."

She blushed some as her eyes kept looking around hoping to see the waiter before he stand there next to the table.

"Im no virginnnn....and I do play with myself often so to keep my mind off sex and all. I even played with myself in class one day it was so hard to keep my mind off sex that I bought myself one of these egg vibs with remote...."

Nibbles on lip fro a second trying to keep herself from moaning out loud.

"And I sat in the back of the room, that .....that was hard to stay quiet but yeahhhhh ummm Fantasie....oh god....umm I dont know "

Her eyes kept searching the room watching all movements to make sure nothing was getting lose to them while one of her hands was pleasing herself the other gripped tightly to her skirt her breathing was getting quicker as well. Her eyes glanced once up to him and then back to the room.

"My what a pretty pussy you have," John whispered as Stefanie gave him the best view of her cunt that she could, going so far as to lift her leg up over his.

Her fingers didn't wait, they were on her pussy in a shot, spreading herself as wide as she could without giving herself away. Her hands moved slowly, caressing and teasing herself. When she spoke, her voice was strained. Was she already trying not to cum?

She confessed to wanting to fuck everyday, but restraining herself because of her endeavors. Instead she masturbated frequently, even going so far as to get herself off in the middle of a class with a vibrator. Oh, John had hit the jackpot on this one.

John saw the waiter coming and pulled her skirt down. "Sit up, we'll finish this in a minute."

The waiter dropped off the drinks and the breadsticks. He asked if there was anything else and John replied in the negative. When the waiter left John put his arm around Stefanie's shoulders, his hand coming around and squeezing her breast, seeking out her nipple.

"Did that give you enough time to think of a fantasy? If not, tell me what you like. Blow jobs? Facials?" His voice was back to being casual. "Do you want to be called dirty names? Tied up? I already know you like to masturbate in public."

He found her nipple and squeezed it through her clothes. "Why aren't you playing with yourself again? Bring yourself to the edge of orgasm and then stop. I want to make you cum. Tell me, have you ever squirted before?"

She gasped when the waiter came and John pulled her skirt down she bit her lower lip to try and hide her little quick breath her leg still over his.

When the waiter left John turned to her and searched for her nipple finding it she took a deep breath, then listened to him.

"ummm...anything like this turns me on I dont know why but the risk of getting caught turns me on soooo.....umm dirty names..dont know never had anyone try that...."

her fingers slipped quickly back between her legs as he said that he noticed she didnt play with herself again. She leaned back against his arm that was around her, she tilted her head back some nibbling her lip.

"Im not sure if i can do that....but if the right partner helps me probly...I also like anal thou I have only tried it two or three times....I like to be tied helpless to the mercy of the lust from the one who is there with me but it isnt a must..."

she moaned softly hoping not loud enough for anyone to hear but John. Her back arched slightly pressing her breast more in his hand.

"And what do you like?! ..ammm i the first girl that gets such a offer like this from you or have you done somthing like this before...?"

"I like an eager slut," John said, pulling her nipple, "someone who likes sex and wants to fuck. So I think that's going to work out well."

He dropped his far hand under the table and brought it to her pussy, pushing her hands out of the way to the entrance. Simultaneously he pulled her sideways by the shoulder, presenting her back to the rest of the restaurant. John kissed her, softly. There was no tongue, nothing obscene. Unless you could see through Stefanie. THen you would see her nipple being pulled and his middle finger penetrating her pussy, curving upward to search out her g-spot.

He broke the kiss and leaned his head next to her ear, to keep up the conversation.

"I don't do anal, so I won't be asking for that. I do like to cum on girls and watch them eat it up, lick it off their tits, roll it off their faces into their mouths. That's a big one. If you want to eat cum, then I will give you as much as you can take, maybe more."

"I like tits." He pinched and pulled her nipple extra hard to illustrate his point. "So tit fucks are great. And blow jobs, obviously. Oh, and I plan to stretch your pussy out with my cock. Go on, reach your hand into my lap and get a feel for it through my pants."

He didn't wait for her to comply, he kept finger fucking her. When he found her g-spot he started rubbing it hard and fast. "We'll do that tied up thing, and obviously sex in public. Fuck, we're doing that right now."

He kissed her again, to keep up appearances, never slowing down his ministrations to her body. "And yes, you are the only girl I've ever made an offer like this too, and yes, I've done a few kinky things, though I planning on doing alot more with my new slut."

He paused, considering something. "Of course, now that you mention it, if you have any female friends you might think are interested in something like this..." He paused, speeding up his finger on her g-spot. "Well, we can talk about that later. Right now I'm going to kiss you. Your clit is yours to do with what you will, but I want you to cum and cum hard during the kiss."

Then he kissed her.

Kissing him back her hips wanted to wiggle and buck at his finger but she knew that if she did that everyone would know what they were doing. She moaned ever so quietly in the kiss her finger slipped to her clit and played with it.

She was getting wetter and wetter while she pressed herself slightly against him while her other hand sliped to his leg gripping it. Her breathing was quick as she was getting so close to cum over his fingers.

She broke the kiss for a second but kept her lips against his as she whipsered.

"im going to cum"

Her ass wiggled ever so slightly in her seat and her fingernails griped tightly to his leg.

John kept up his assault, rubbing her g-spot with his long, large, fingers, putting an unbelievable amount of pressure on her most sensitive area. His other hand pulled on and teased her nipple, He wanted to get to the other one but it was too far away, and he couldn't reposition himself without giving them away.

"Good. Cum, Stefanie. Cum nice and hard. Cum in this crowded restaurant. Remember, you're my sex slave now, you're going to be cumming more than ever and used however I want. So cum, and remember this as the first of many."

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Sorry the post is short, I don't have much more to add until Stefanie orgasms.

Stefanie couldnt believe how good this felt she wanted to enjoy it longer but she couldnt hold back any more she had to cum as he was demanding of her.

She gasped bitting her lip trying not to tilt her head back as she moans softly keeping as quiet as she could be. She then came all over his fingers her breasts heaved up and down as her breath was quick, her body shivered while a cherry red blush flushed her cheeks.

She looked at him already now excited about how many different time he was going to make her cum in different places and she didnt have to worry about school as much as she did before.

"Did that please you"

She asked shyly as her eyes looked around herself carefully to see if anyone had noticed what they did before she looked at him again.

John pulled his head back from her neck to watch Stefanie cum. It was a private show, one he planned to watch many times in the days ahead. Her hips jumped, her tits bounced and her entire body shook. Her face was flush. He would have never guessed that quiet Stefanie would be so slutty. Horny? Cum-hungry? Something like that.

John pulled her close to him and whispered, "Yes, that did please me. Good girl." He kissed her, deeper than before, letting his lips linger as he drank her in. He held her tigbt in the warm afterglow of her orgasm, enjoying the feel of her against him.

He had his toy now. John smiled.

He released her, letting gk of his arm around her shoulder, breaking the kiss and pulling his fingers out of her pussy. He admired the wetness for a moment and then sucked them clean. Normally he would offer them to the girl, but they were in a restaurant and they'd pushed their lucm enough for one meal.

He turned back to his plate and began spinning spaghetti back onto his fork.

"So Stefanie," he asked, "about what I told you before, do you believe you can do what I want?"

She had cum all over his fingers, she Blushed crimson red as she tried to catch her breath so that no one would notice really and just hoped it worked. Seeing him lick at his fingers she wondered if he licked her taste she shook her head straighting her skirt out and crossing her legs trying to calm her body down while it shivered slightly still from her orgasm.

He started to fork his spaghetti and ask her a question she had to giggle taking a sip of her water before answering.

"Well I think soooo... "

She couldnt help but giggle thinking about what they just did, it was really excitting they could have gotten thrown out for what they did and thats why she didnt think it would be much harder to do what he wanted and needed.

"When do you wish for me to move in with you or do you want me to keep my dorm till you decided fuly that you want me to be your....."

she leaned over slightly to whisper.

"your little sex slave?!"

Her dorm room. John hadn't even considered her dorm room. He was about to tell her to just move into his place when a thought occured to him.

"Well, Stefanie, you have already accepted the position and passed the interview. I think you've got what it takes to get the job done, so there's no reason to delay your transition. After we finish dinner we can head over to your dorm room and collect your things."

He turned and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then whispered in her ear, "And I want to fuck you in your dorm room."

He took a bite of spaghetti, chewing like it was a normal conversation. Meanwhile his cock was bulging under his pant leg, trying to tear through the fabric through sheer brute force.

"Did you have a roommate Stef, or did you live alone?"

She smiled that she had the job so to say, he then leaned over and gave her a kiss o her flushed red cheek and then whispered in her ear what he was going to with her when they got to her dorm to gather her things.

She nibbled on her lower lip thinking about it smiling as he thn went and took another bite of his spaghettis as if he had or they hadnt done a thing other then the normal things one does when they our out to eat.

She took another sip of her waiter and then also a bite before she answered. She had to think for a second if her roommate was home or if this was one of the nights were she worked.

"I live with one other girl together the Sarah dont know if you know her, but she does know you.."

She had to grin at what she always had to listen to when she got home and had seen John and now understanding what she ment.

"but she shouldnt be there when we get there tonight should be her night to work at her job but Im not sure....."

She couldnt help but let the napkin fall from the table onto his lap without looking and kept her eyes on him and her speghetti she reached down and caressed over his leg softly and draging the napkin then up his thigh to teasingly brush over his cock that was bulging and beggin for release before hse raised it to her lips to wipe off some sauce with a slight smirk.

Stefanie could see his entire body stiffen when she squeezed his cock. John didn't react otherwise, it didn't even slow him down from eating. He was done with his meal in a moment, picked up his glass, draining it in one long gulp. John signaled the waiter, told him to bring a box for the rest of the food and the check, and hinted they were in a hurry. As soon as the waiter left John's hand was under Stefanie's skirt, rubbing her clit.

"Fuck toy," he whispered, "you are going to be earning your keep."

They boxed up the food, and it was obvious John was in a hurry. He overtipped on the check, in cash, and didn't wait for change.

John took Stefanie's hand and led her through the restaurant at a fast pace, then out the door and along the sidewalk. They ducked inbetween some bushes and trees right next to the building. The couple was safe from view from people parking cars, but anyone on the highway could see them, but would be too far away to identify them without magnification, like binoculars.

"Strip," John commanded as he undid his button and zipper, pushing his pants and underwear down just enough to let his cock spring free.

"Get on your knees and worship my cock, my little sex toy."