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College Experience: Taming the Hot Stuck Up Bitch (M/F) | 2016

I went to a liberal arts college on the East Coast...and boy...they weren't kidding about the "Liberal" part of liberal arts. Unbeknownst to me, the place was famous as a "lesbian school" which made dating difficult, but VERY interesting at times (though those stories will have to wait for another day).

I met Heather my sophomore year. She was the stereotypical hot, but INCREDIBLY stuck up bitch (you never forget the names of the super hot, stuck up bitches.) The department we were part of was a small one and she was by far the most gorgeous girl in it. Heather was about 5' 9", had legs that went down to the floor, a nice pair of perky C cups, and stunning brunette hair. She had a gorgeous face with beautiful blue eyes, a pretty brilliant mind, and the perfect kind of lips for sucking cock. She was stunning and she knew it...which meant she never gave ANYONE the time of day and was a complete bitch in desperate need of an attitude adjustment. Despite her personality, I added her to my mental "spank bank" the day after I met her.

One day, a professor assigned a group project to the two of us. God, it was a disaster. I'll spare you most of the details, but essentially Heather wanted complete control over project while doing essentially no work because she "had things to do" (like I didn't.) It got to the point where the project was due the next day, but wasn't close to being done. I was in full panic mode...but she wouldn't take my phone calls. Therefore, I made an executive decision and did the project my way. When it came time to submit the thing, she was NOT happy. She was so unhappy about me doing it my way that she went on a badmouthing campaign against me to the entire department.

She even complained to the professor who basically told her to bug off and backed me to the hilt. The professor actually said that she should apologize to me for the way she'd acted. Heather informed the professor that she "never apologizes to anybody" because she's "never in the wrong." (Yes, she REALLY said that...you see what I had to deal with here? My, and the professor's, jaws dropped to the floor at the sheer arrogance of that line).

I was ticked off, so whenever I saw her for the next week, I'd ask if she was ready to apologize. For the next week, she became increasingly bitchy to me personally. Then one Friday night I came across her in an empty lab. I asked if she was ready to apologize again. Heather rolled her eyes and said "What the fuck do you want from me?" I replied "A fucking apology for the way you acted. That was out of line Heather. You did nothing on that project and got a decent grade. You owe me."

Heather glared at me and said "Do you work out?" I nodded, not entirely sure where she was going with that.

Heather positioned herself in front of him, dropped to her knees, and began undoing my pants. Then she said "I don't apologize because that's what sex is for." Heather finished removing my pants and got her first good look at my cock. She gasped and said "Damn...its a nice one." I smiled and told her it was my "Bitch Tamer." Heather wrapped one hand around my shaft, and guided my cock into her mouth. As she explored my cock, she locked eyes with mine. As previously mentioned, she has stunningly blue eyes...which just made the entire situation hotter. I always love it when girls stare at you when giving blowjobs. She cupped her lips around my shaft's head, swallowing the first drops of pre-cum. I took hold of the back of her head, and urged her to take more of it into her mouth.

She took an impressive amount of my cock down her throat. I was stunned by how good she was. She moved her head up and down, first cupping the bottom of my cock, then releasing her hands to massage my balls. Then, she moved her mouth to my balls, taking them gently into her mouth as I moaned. Her tongue traveled over ever inch of my sack. She brought her mouth back up, and started to lick my cock like it was a Popsicle. I pulled her shirt over her head and reached down to fondle her amazing rack.

She smiled, and asked if I was a "tit man" (I am.) She then started stroking my cock giving me a hell of a handjob and said "You are pretty hot...I'll make you a deal. If you drop this bullshit about the apology you own me for the next 24 hours...anything within reason."

I smiled, moved towards a nearby chair, "Deal. Lose the bra, you're getting titty fucked." She agreed, got my cock slick enough to stop major chaffing, and began massaging it with her C cups. I felt the tingling in my balls, (tfing isn't very physically stimulating, but merely watching it always makes me go off) and issued the warning of my inevitable eruption. She responded by asking "Tits or mouth?" I groaned "tits" then promptly exploded all over hers. Heather rode out my orgasm, then stood up and walked over to the lab's sink. As she cleaned her chest off, I walked up behind her and bent her body over the sink.

I moved my hand down her stomach to her pussy, placing one finger inside her as she stood bent over the sink. Then, ever so slowly I began to finger her as my other hand removed her panties. I started pumping my fingers into her, which caused her panties to fall to the ground and her to press into my hand.

I was unbelievably turned on by watching her do this. Soon I slid two fingers inside her and watched as she arched her back enjoying what I was doing to her. Every time she tried to arch, I'd press in deeper to feel her get wetter and wetter on my hand. I inserted a third finer, and moved them around until she moaned, knowing that I had found her G-spot. I played with it and watched her squirm. By this point, she was bent over flat against the sink with her vulnerable looking pussy being stuck out towards my face.

She begged me to fuck her. I moved my head right behind her ear and whispered "You have a beautiful cunt for such a naughty girl." I then got down on my knees and attacked it with my tongue. Personally, I really enjoy eating pussy...but apparently I'm the exception rather than the rule. Heather screamed as my tongue darted from her clit to her pussy lips, the back to her clit again. She stuck out her adorable ass more, making it so I could get my entire tongue inside her. She was a very vocal girl and it was obvious that she was enjoying herself far more than she expected to. I felt her getting closer and closer to orgasm. I leaned forward again and asked her "Would you like to cum now?" At an uncharacteristic loss for words, she simply nodded frantically. I pressed my tongue into her again and felt her pussy tighten around it. Her back arced as she came screaming. I kept tongue-fucking her through her orgasm, then withdrew everything but a single finger.

This caused Heather to turn her head around and beg for me to continue. I grabbed her head and gently shoved it back into the sink and asked "You on the pill?" She nodded. I then said to her "I think I'm going to put something a bit bigger in you then." She turned, laid her magnificent chest on the counter and spread her legs as wide as possible hoping he was going to enter her. Seeing the tight little pussy and ass I'd fantasized about so much bent over a sink, dripping wet and waiting for my cock, was an incredibly erotic sight. I pressed the tip of my cock against the aforementioned pussy then leaned down and whispered "Heather, I'm about to make you my personal bitch...and do you know what happens to bitches?" She murmured "You tame them?" I slid the tip of my cock into her and said "Yep..." I pushed into her drenched pussy again, this time thrusting my full length into her. I began to fuck her hard and grunted in time with her moans. I reached around, and slid my hand between the edge of the sink and her tits, grabbing them, squeezing them, and just generally having fun with them. As her moans increased and her breathing became increasingly labored, I felt her cum around my cock.

I was just barely managing to keep it together, so I leaned in again and whispered "You like this, don't you?" She let out another moan "Yes." "You like being tamed don't you?" I whispered again. Heather twisted her head back, smiled, and said "That's cause you made me your personal bitch." Then she calmed down hard on my cock with her pussy...I literally saw stars and was sooooooo close to cumming.

Not wanting to go off inside her, I said simply "Suck me off. Swallow."

She didn't tease me or move in slowly, she merely ravished my cock with her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth just like I did her pussy, hard, deep, and very fast until I was ready to explode. She was obviously getting turned on again as she was moaning around my swollen cock.

Her moans were muffled as I exploded in her mouth, shooting hot liquid straight into her throat. She didn't move away, she just as I instructed her to. She left me in her mouth after I came. She licked me clean, not permitting a single drop to be anywhere but down her throat. I caressed her cheek and whispered "Good girl." I knew then that she was mine.

We both got dressed, then I grabbed her hand and took her back to my apartment. Once she was inside, she looked at me with those hauntingly blue eyes and said "That was incredible. We should do it again sometime." I looked right back at her and said "We're about to do it again...several times. I own you for 22 more hours." She winked and said "Well, as long as you don't make me apologize...I guess you should keep right on taming me...preferably on a bed this time" I winked right back at her, then dragged Heather back to my bedroom so as to encourage that sort of good behavior.

Heather left my apartment, walking bowlegged, on Monday morning, having chosen to stay for considerably more than 24 hours.. She'd spent an entire weekend being bent over various household objects, having her tits encrusted with cum, swallowing said cum, or moaning loud enough to wake my neighbors as she had her pussy eaten out.

The next time we had class together her attitude adjustment was evident to everyone who knew here, it even provoked comments from the professor. I of course, continued to administer her "treatment" as frequently as I could. Overall, she became a much nicer person and we began dating.

The once bitchy Heather had been tamed. At least, for now.