Good At Bad (Looking for a male writer)

[ForeverIllinois]

Good At Bad (Closed)

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Closed for ericrodman101 and I!


Disclaimer:

Everyone and everything in this story is made-up and fictional! The story is going to be a bit depraved so if this isn't your cup of tea, stop reading now.

My character:

https://i.imgur.com/uj6oWHM.jpg?1

Name: Caroline McTyre
Age: 20
Height: 5'8"
Eyes: Blue
Cup size: 32K

IC:
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Caroline's Blog:

Need your help! Comments save me!


Hey everyone! Just a random post that I whipped up now that I'm here alone at my dorm room. My melodramatic title put aside, I do need some advice about something and I'm too chicken to make a decision myself, so I figured I'd crowd source my decision to...well, you guys!

This entire thing goes back about a year or two ago, but I'll try to go over things as smoothly as I can. This little story of mine has roots back all the way to high school, so please just bear with me if it feels like I'm just rabbling. Truth be told, I'm sort of just winging it right now but I feel like I need to just write my thoughts down every so often. But anyway, here goes...

Hi. My name is Caroline. I mean, that much is obvious - I've been running this blog since like middle school, so if you don't know that by now, there's no helping you! As always, I'm not giving you my last name because I want to remain anonymous. I hope this isn't too much to ask, but if it is well...don't let the door hit you on the way out!

So, some of you might know this by now, but I'm your typical girl from the Mid West. I grew up Christian, living with my parents throughout my teenage years and grew up in a relatively close knit community. I suppose that some would say that I grew up a bit sheltered too - in my home town of maybe five thousand people, it often felt as if everyone knew each other. So, that being said I didn't really have any scary or unpleasant experience with people. Even with my two or so years working retail at a shabby convenience store, being a ditz and all never got me so much as a rude comment from my boss or customer. This experience (or lack thereof) extended to men in general, where the only boys I've ever had to deal with were sweet, nice and considerate. Like my boyfriend, George.

Well, he didn't start as my boyfriend, as you can imagine. We met on my first day of high school, where I was so nervous and anxious to be in a mixed-sex environment (up until this point, my parents had me in an all-girls school). He approached me and introduced me to some of his friends and with time, we started to go out. We even survived the transition from high school to college, that just so many people were ready to dismiss as impossible. Granted, George and our group of friends made a pact to apply to the same colleges, so I guess that helped.

I'm telling you this so you can imagine how I felt when I moved away from my small town and into a crazy big city like Miami. The entire atmosphere was so radically different from the environment that I was used to back home, that it might have well been an entirely new planet. The nightlife, the city lights and especially the people were so...strange to me. I just to grow accustomed to everything, but I'd be lying to you if I told you that I was one hundred percent comfortable, even two years after I found myself moving my things into my stuffy dorm room, which I'm sharing with my new friend Emily. Well, I've already written about her in some previous posts, but just in case you missed those, I'll be describing here from here on out as if you have no clue...

But this all said, one of the biggest changes that I had to grow accustomed to was the mentality of everyone around me. Like I said again and again, I come from a pretty small town with mostly conservative values. This was (surprise!) the polar opposite to Miami, where everyone was on the opposite end of the political and ideological spectrum. This didn't bother me much, since I am pretty open minded about most things, although I was so surprised that everyone close to me was so outspoken against my decisions in life. Or more specifically, on my choice to wait until marriage. Yes, before you start giggling about it, I am a virgin. Emily is the only person I've told (besides George and the others from my high school, obviously). I still remember the night that I told her, after sheepishly accepting a few beers, and how shocked she was to hear it. She swore to never tell a soul, although not before telling me how stupid and silly I was to even think that way. She even went as far as to "suggest" boys for me to hook up with, but I was quick to tell her off.

"Waiting until marriage is stupid...like, what if you're stuck having bad sex for the rest of your life?" was the remark that came out of her mouth afterwards.

I would be lying to you all if I told you that those words didn't linger in my mind for a few weeks after she said it, but it wasn't as if I doubted my love to George. But I did wonder how sex would be like with him? I had no idea of anything like that worked, seeing as we never got to second base, but that's as far as those thoughts went. I was, and still am, set on waiting until marriage. What can I say? The pros outweighed the cons.

Anyway...

I think the biggest and most difficult thing that I've yet to grow accustomed to is guys. Or more specifically, Damian. I think this is the first time I've ever mentioned him to my few readers but he is, without a doubt, the worst thing to have happened to me since my first day of class two years ago. That might sound a bit drastic but just bear with me some more.

I suppose now is a good time as any to mention that I have a bit of a nickname around campus. Well... a few actually, each of them being just as degrading and irritating to hear. If I had to pick, I'd say "Fun Bags" had to be up there among the worst to hear someone whisper as you jog past them in the early hours of the morning. As you can imagine, the nicknames mostly revolved around my chest - my massive boobs that seemed to attract all sorts of unwanted attention around these parts. Before any of you ask - no, I'm not going to share any pictures and no, I will not let you guys see my Instagram profile. It's already too personal that I'm sharing this information with you all, so I hope you understand that I'm not comfortable sharing my personal information with strangers on the web, lol.

Anyway, if that wasn't degrading enough, Emily told me that there was actually a pool within some of the degenerate students over how big my boobs were, with some prize for the winner who could come up with proof. How messed up is that? To this day, no one has (apparently) come forward admitting they made those nicknames or the pool, but my theory is that Damian, some asshole that I've barely spoken to at all, is behind it all.

This might sound like some outlandish accusation to make of someone I've never mentioned until now, but it isn't without good reason. Damian is a filthy pervert who is known around campus for being a total sleaze. It isn't even much of a secret and I'm sure most people could tell from a first glance.

First of all, Damian was slightly older than what a typical Freshman should be. Despite having been stuck in Freshman year for who knows how long, Damian was in about his thirties, studying only Lord knows what. Now I'm not saying that anyone older than twenty being in Freshman year has anything to be ashamed of, but there were quite a few rumors in the volleyball team that Damian would take first year classes on purpose. According to a few of my fellow teammates, he preys on younger women. It's been a recurring pattern of Damian taking first or second year courses, chatting them up and having some sick sex tape released for everyone to see. Again, there is no proof, but why would they lie to me?


Second of all...the guy has been obsessing over me hard for the past year or so. George has been getting a little uncomfortable too, whenever I'd mention it. But the fact of the matter was that whenever he had the opportunity, the guy would try to speak to me. Up until this point, I've been pretty cold - not giving any answers besides "yep" and "no". But the thing is that yesterday he came up to me in every class we had together (History, Geography and Physical Education) and asked me to be his partner in each one!

NOTE: In case any of you are confused, our college is one of the few in Florida to have mandatory physical education... We haven't played any sports up until now (the first few classes are pure theory) but we're supposed to have partners for the 1 vs 1 sports in the class, like ping pong. I think you can imagine why I'm not keen on the idea of being forced to play with someone who's probably been obsessing over my boobs, but I digress...

I've told him that I'd think about it but truth be told, I haven't gotten a partner for any of those classes. I'd ask someone to join me, but for the few people I'm comfortable with in my classes, they already have partners. Not to mention, being the complete idiot that I am, I didn't take those electives with George and the others last semester...

I've told Emily about this, and she was basically calling me an idiot for not accepting Damian's offer. But the thing is that the guy is a pervert, if my volleyball teammates are to be believed. So, that being said...

What do you all think? Should I just tell him that I'll be his partner for those three classes? Or should I stick with my guns and just tell each professor that I'm more comfortable handling assignments by myself (although I'm not too sure what to do about physical ed...)

Help! I can't bring it up with George and you (my readers) are the only ones I can talk to. Anyone?

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[ericrodman101]

Good at Bad

Damian Fisher admired himself in the mirror as he flexed. Not bad for a full time student, he thought.

Damian was in his fifth year at college now. Five years, but how much actually completed? He knew what he was. His long suffering parents told him often enough. But what else were they going to do with their money? And it wasn't like they were fine citizens or anything? They'd made themselves rich renting slums. So they might as well spend it on him, Damian thought.

And how better to spend it than on his perpetual studenthood, his failure to grow up, his inability to take responsibility, his incapacity to accept any higher calling than his relentless search for college pussy.

Fuck he looked good, Damian thought, turning to admire his tight ass. You could crack walnuts between those buns.

The gym was not busy. The committed students were in class. Damian had a class later he couldn't miss, but there was time before his next little exercise in chasing the ladies.

He bent to stretch his calves. He hadn't noticed the hot girl in the corner until now. He stood and turned, tearing his gaze from his own visage to admire this new potential candidate for housing his cock. But even as Damian ran his jaundiced eye over her face and body he felt a sense of boredom. Fuck it, he thought. Conquering just another female was maybe one too many. Money made finding sex at college, finding sex anywhere, just too easy.

When he just wanted sex Damian could visit a brothel. He done it many times before. And at least prostitutes had one big advantage over non-professional girls. They didn't complain when he wanted anything unusual. And they especially didn't complain when he flashed his cash and asked for two girls, or three, to satisfy his carnal predilections.

The thought of groupsex in a brothel focussed his attention back on the girl in the corner. She was cute. Hot. One of those untroubled faces you found amongst freshmen who had left home for the first time, wide eyed and optimistic about the future, and generous towards everyone they met. How Damian enjoyed wiping the smiles off those sort of faces.

He turned back to the mirror, placed a hand behind his head and bent to his left. His tight T-shirt pulled away from his fashionably brief gym shorts and exposed his toned belly. Fuck it, he thought. What I need is a project. A sex project. A domination project. A project with a goal which set it apart from just mere sticking his cock into a new cunt and chalking up another conquest. A project which would make him a legend.

Damian bent the other way. There was that girl in class. The one with the big tits. He could already picture his cock between her tits, then bending her over his bed and taking her ass. Caroline. She'd answered to the name Caroline in that innocent, high-pitched voice in the first class. She was a typical newbie, all wavy hair and cleavage and look-at-the-hot-gear-I bought-for-college. Well, hot gear had one destiny for Damian; to be torn from a hot young body and scattered about his room while he ravaged the flesh it once contained.

But that was a year ago. A year lusting after Caroline's tits and he'd got nowhere. What was wrong with the slut? What made her impervious to his charms?

Damian's cock was hard now, tenting his shorts. He examined himself in the mirror. He could see the reflection of the girl in the corner. She was tying her shoelaces. He smirked as he pulled his shorts up and released his cock. Shit! He was a fine specimen. As he stroked himself a rush of images raced through his head. Images of that cock and where it had been. Could he bring himself to orgasm, right here in front of a mirror in the gym with someone else in the room? Fuck it. Too late. Damian's cock twitched in his hands, and he shot his load. His semen didn't reach the mirror, but landed in a neat creamy stream on the floor. He sighed, and finished himself off. The girl was looking at him now. He smiled and wondered if she could see his reflection or knew what he'd just done. She stood up and left. Fuck you, he thought. Then he said it out loud, 'fuck you'.

Caroline had a friend. Emily. She was hot too, although not as hot as Caroline. It wasn't her body that let her down. It was her attitude. He remembered Emily telling the English class that her favourite author was the Marquis de Sade. What a try hard. Hey guys, I'm letting you know I like rough sex. Come and get it! Better to have said Louisa May Alcott and let people think she would put up a fight.

He'd watched Caroline and Emily many times, talking with their heads close in the cafe. Thought how good they'd look bent over like that sucking his cock together. But while he lusted after Caroline, he'd steered clear of Emily. There were plenty of easy women like her, and she was trouble. They chatted casually, but there was something about Emily which said caution. Perhaps she was a match for him, Damian thought. Still, if he was going to get to enjoy Caroline's tits and everything else she had to offer, he needed to get closer to Emily, and use her to make Caroline his big project.

Damian bumped into Emily crossing the campus on the way back to his apartment from the gym.

"Hi, I was hoping...." they said together, then laughed. "No, you first," she said.

"I was hoping to bump into you," Damian said. "After our little chat last week."

Emily smiled coyly.

"I can see you haven't forgotten," he said.

"Well, no," she said. "It's not every day a girl gets asked to bring a friend for a threesome."

She leaned on one leg and ran her fingers through her hair.

"But you misunderstand me," Damian said. "I meant for.....dinner....if you can believe that."

Emily moved closer and ran a finger down his chest.

"Of course, for dinner. What else could I be thinking of?"

"Well I wanted to get to know your friend," Damian said. "Caroline?"

Emily stepped back.

"Caroline. Why do you want to get to know Caroline?"

But she must know why he wanted to get to know Caroline, Damian thought. Why every fucking guy with a working cock wanted to meet Caroline.

Well you know," he said. "You're both sweet. And I thought what with me being here longer and knowing my way round, dinner might be a nice idea. I've tried so hard to get to know Caroline, well both of you actually, but somehow our paths just haven't crossed. And I'm looking for a partner in some of my classes."

"I don't think we share any classes," Emily said with a confused look. "But you share some with Caroline..."

Damian saw reality dawn on her face.

"I thought dinner might be a nice way to introduce myself properly and show her what a nice guy I am," Damian said.

He wondered what people had told Emily about him, and what she'd told Caroline. He suspected she thought he was a complete asshole. Not that assholes worried Emily, he thought. She had that look about her which said she could match it with the best.

"Why don't you ask Caroline yourself?"

"Well I could I guess," Damian said, "but I've already asked you. Maybe you want to keep me all for yourself."

She's making a mental note, he thought: Damian is a complete asshole.

"Why don't you check out Caroline's blog," Emily said.

"Her blog?"

"Yeah. Caroline is a complete social media whore. She puts everything on her blog. The silly girl can't do anything, make any decision without putting it on her blog and taking her readers' advice."

"Seriously?"

"Just search for her on facebook and find the link. Ask her if she wants to be your partner and if she wants a threesome. For dinner of course."

With that new information Damian raced back to his apartment and turned on his laptop. How come I never knew that stuff about Caroline and her blog, he thought.

He found the blog in no time. There was her picture, her tentative smile and his favourite tits. And entry after entry of copious detail about her daily life and her college experiences. And strangely, questions each day which she asked her readers to resolve. How should she cut her hair? What exercises would work best for her body type? Should she take a language? What book should she read next?

Damian didn't have time to read it all. There was simply too much. And he recognised some of the names of people replying as their class colleagues. Why hadn't he heard about this before?

And then something caught his eye. His name. It started appearing in the blogs. Damian said this in class. Damian is a good looking guy. Damian looks at me funny.

It got darker. Someone says Damian is not a nice guy. Someone says Damian heavies women. Damian pays for sex. That was Emily. He made a mental note to make Emily pay for that one.

But it seemed Caroline was just reporting what she'd heard and asking people what they thought. She never drew any conclusions and as he read it seemed she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. And sure he did look at her funny. Who wouldn't with those tits busting out of the tight sweaters she wore?

He got to the part about looking for class partners. That was a revelation. Sure he asked if she would partner him, but he'd asked all the females. He wanted Caroline, that was true. But he wasn't interested in an exclusive relationship. Desirable as she was, she was just another girl with great tits. And he knew what would happen once he'd fucked her. He would eventually lose interest. Getting a girl into bed was all about the chase and the conquest and then satisfying his urge to dominate women. He wasn't looking for a life partner. Just a night partner.

He was hard again thinking about Caroline and he stroked his cock through his gym shorts. Emily's advice came back to him as he edged towards orgasm. Rather than ask Caroline as himself if she would partner him in class, he was going to send her some advice, answer the question she was asking her readers about Damian and what she should do.

Suddenly his cock was flaccid. With both hands on the keyboard he typed:

"Hi there Caroline. Love your blog. You know how to read people, weigh things up and make the
right decisions. Re this guy Damian, I don't know him but he can't be as bad as everyone makes
out. Maybe you are just the right girl to partner him in class. He will learn how to deal with a decent
person who can stand up to him, and you might be saving someone else not as strong and sensible
as you. And maybe, just maybe, he will turn out OK, especially with you to keep him in check.
Anyway, those are my thoughts. You go girl."

Damian read it back to satisfy himself it sounded OK. If Emily was right, Caroline would read this and take it into account making her decision. Maybe she wouldn't make it immediately. He would have to check back each day and keep blogging, urge her on to see Damian as the wounded party in all this gossip and someone worthy of Caroline's attention.

Yes, it was OK. He pressed submit. The screen thought for a moment and then he saw his message was posted. Perfect, he thought. Let's see what happens next.

Damian closed Caroline's blog and selected his favourites, scrolling down to a humiliation porn site which he frequently enjoyed.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Honestly Caroline, you're giving way way too much thought into this...just say no or yes. Be a grown up."

"You know, I know you're right but..." I said, moving away from the computer screen if just for a moment. I paused, glancing at my blog post then back to Emily "Like...what if they're all rumors and I'm being unnecessarily harsh?"

Damian is pretty notorious in my volleyball team, with all sorts of comments and whispers being told about him. Some were mild ("He's a pervert!") to downright sinister territory ("He makes illegal sex tapes"). Truth be told, he kind of creeped me out a little; I always caught him staring at me in our classes and so, I felt justified feeling skeptical.

"You're just worried about failing your classes because you might not have a partner if you reject him, right?"

"...Maybe, but - "

I was going to argue with my roommate, until I saw that I got one new comment. Without saying a word, I left the conversation with Emily - who didn't seem to mind, seeing as she was getting ready to go out to some club - to focus on what was written on my screen:

"Hi there Caroline. Love your blog. You know how to read people, weigh things up and make the
right decisions. Re this guy Damian, I don't know him but he can't be as bad as everyone makes
out. Maybe you are just the right girl to partner him in class. He will learn how to deal with a decent
person who can stand up to him, and you might be saving someone else not as strong and sensible
as you. And maybe, just maybe, he will turn out OK, especially with you to keep him in check.
Anyway, those are my thoughts. You go girl."

Without even realizing it, I saw that Emily was leaning in towards me, reading the same message as me. She paused for a moment and I glanced towards her to gauge her reaction. She chuckled, shaking her head a little.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, just thought that it was funny."

"What exactly is funny?" I asked, my tone slightly more serious now. I presumed that my roommate thought that the idea of me being strong was funny.

"Gee, don't get all so defensive." Emily replied with a smirk "If you think this person is right, go for it."

"Maybe..."

Without saying another word, I began to type back my response to this stranger. At this point, I had already made up my mind but I felt that some thanks were in order!

"Hi commenter!

Thanks for all the kind words and I guess that I will accept tomorrow in class. I suppose that I'm worried that he has be ogling me in class, but it would be selfish of me to just pass the problem to some other girl. If there's even a problem, lol.

Thanks and I hope to hear more advice from you again soon!"

I sighed as I turned away from my computer. I looked at Emily before I said "Well, looks like Damian will probably getting my number tomorrow..."

 

[ericrodman101]

Damian woke next morning with his cock erect. He threw off the bed sheet and looked down his chest to his proud member. It stood cut and hard before him like a beacon. The humiliation vids he'd watched until 3am played again in his head. He especially liked to watch kinky stuff, BDSM, sluts being fucked while roped up or caged or bound in their own underwear, by groups of men who were just long hard cocks on screen, without faces, who thrust themselves relentlessly into every available hole, who came copiously, and left their victims cum smeared and raw.

Almost without realising, Damian's cock twitched and he came like a geyser, his load shooting skywards and plopping back down onto his stomach in a creamy sticky mound. He reached his hand down, scooped up his cum and transferred it to his mouth, sucking his fingers langorously and enjoying the salty taste.

And as he savoured the fruits of his labours images of Caroline came into his head. Caroline lying back and asking him to cum on her face. Caroline with her panties stuffed in her mouth while he pounded her ass. Caroline prone like the sluts in the vids, surrounded by hard cocks, their blue veins throbbing as stream after stream of cum exploded onto her face.

And then he remembered the blog and his anonymous advice. Naked, the cum still pooled on his stomach, he leaped out of bed and went to his laptop. It roused from its sleep to display the last humiliation site he'd been on, a women who reminded him of Caroline, grimacing up through a flood of semen and smeared mascara with a forest of cocks around her face.

He switched to the blog. And there was a reply.

Quote:

"Hi commenter!

Thanks for all the kind words and I guess that I will accept tomorrow in class. I suppose that I'm
worried that he has be ogling me in class, but it would be selfish of me to just pass the problem to
some other girl. If there's even a problem, lol.

Thanks and I hope to hear more advice from you again soon!"

Fuck it. She's going to accept. How easy was that? One anonymous blog and she would be his physical education partner.

And she wanted more advice. What to say? After a moment's hesitation, Damian blogged back.

"You are very thoughtful and sensible. This guy needs a well rounded person to take him under
her wing. And hey, why shouldn't guys ogle you? You are pretty. You have a great figure and a
sweet face. If I looked as pretty as you I would make the most of my good fortune. Maybe you
should let go of some of your inhibitions and enjoy life a bit more. Don't be so tentative. There's a
whole world out there for good people like you to enjoy so don't let the bad guys win all the time.
Hey, and let me know what happens. I'm sure you and this guy will have a fun times together."

Damian read it back a few times. He smiled. What fucking crap.

He pressed send. Then switched back to the humiliation site for a little jerking off before class. There was a great slutty schoolgirls site he'd found. He wondered what the producers did to get these dumb sluts to do what they did on film. He scrolled and clicked a few times and then a pic came up which intrigued him. A student in a ridiculously short skirt bent over her teacher's desk with her tits out. Press play.