Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

02

              I had to admit that the idea of getting fucked by absolute strangers was tempting, but there was no way I could go. First, the housemistresses didn't let girls in the boys' dorms after eight. It was to prevent us from having sex. Secondly, whoever was inviting me to their place could be a psychopath. I could end up dead.

I needed to find out who this person blackmailing me was, and maybe, if they were hot enough, I would sleep with them. You only live once.

After class, the memory of what happened between Mr. Jenson and me kept replaying in my mind, making me desperately crave release. If I didn't take care of the tingling between my legs, I was surely going to have to do it in class, at evening study.

I began caressing my legs, my fingers cold and moistened by my own saliva. The delicate touch of my own index on the excited nerves between my legs drew a sharp moan out of me.

I stroked my clit back and forth slowly, moaning as my finger went down my entire slit. My other hand cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples lightly. It sent a jolt of pain through me hardening my nipples.

I eased three fingers inside slowly without taking my thumb off my clit. A long, contented sigh escaped me as I pumped in slowly, going back and forth, my thumb working in the same motion as my fingers. As I continued to squeeze my breasts and bite my lips, my moans became louder and louder.

I pumped into myself until my eyes began rolling to the back of my head. Pleasure built up in me and I felt that tingling feeling telling me that I was about to orgasm. With a loud cry, my stomach clenched, and my legs shook as my core tightened around my fingers.

I shook a little bit more, but all too soon, my orgasm high came down, and my body relaxed as I pulled my fingers out. I leaned back on the bed, rubbing my breasts, and moaning softly trapped in a post-orgasm bliss. I fell asleep soon after; it turned out that the pleasure had taken a lot out of me.

When I woke up, I immediately noticed that it was already almost time for evening study. I hurriedly washed my hands and changed into appropriate clothes. I barely made it to class before the bell rang.

I took a desk behind the class as usual, since I was going to be scrolling through Instagram the whole time. Strangely, I had a notification in my messages. I hardly ever used since the app, since the only person I texted was my brother (not biological) and sometimes, my father.

When I opened the message, I dropped my phone in shock, gasping loudly.

"Is something the matter?" our evening study supervisor asked, looking at me.

"N-no," I stammered, shaking my head. I looked down meekly to encourage him to also look away. As soon as he did, I put my phone on silent and played the video. It was a video of me a few seconds ago, fingering myself.

Look at how hot you look.

I stared at the message.

It was scary that someone was watching me this way, but if all they wanted was sex, there was really no need to stalk me.

Don't forget, midnight, room 406.

*

Room 406. I stepped inside, wearing red lace panties like my stalkers had asked me to. I sat on the bed and spread my legs, just like they asked. I received another ping on my phone. It was text from them, asking me to go and open the door.