Campus Teaser!

Nicole wiggled against her restraints. Bent over the table like this, her knees and wrists strapped onto the legs, with her super short skirt rising almost up to her waist and without panties, she felt helpless and very vulnerable. And soon "he" would be back to do who knows what with her! "How did I end up in the situation?!?" she thought to herself.

***

It had all started a few weeks ago. Nicole had been walking to class at E-town college past the construction site for the new dorm when it happened. She hadn't been dressed provocatively really. Just some comfortable shorts and a t-shirt.

"Nice legs, Sweetheart!" One of the workmen had yelled at her.

"Wow, Sugar baby, wiggle that ass!" another one had shouted.

She glanced up with at them with distain. Most of those guys were gross. Middle aged with a big guts. Ugh! She did notice one fellow, though, who stuck out in her mind. He was extremely tall, and good looking with big hands and only a dozen years, or so, older than her. He was the only one not shouting at her and seemed maybe a bit embarrassed by his fellow workers comments.

Nicole really liked his looks, but it kind of bothered her: why wasn't he catcalling her too? Didn't he think she was pretty?

Over the next week Nicole quickly saw that he was the manager of the project and stayed at the site after all the others had left. She began to make it a point to walk by the location when he was there alone. In fact, she started dressing to get his attention. First, she added a pair of high heels to her shorts to make her long legs even more appealing. She noticed that he did watch, without looking directly at her, but didn't say anything.

Next, she tried some really short, up-to-her-bottom skirts. Checking herself out in the mirror, she thought she looked very cute and sexy with her curly, long blonde hair, and vivid blue eyes. She had long legs, and with the abbreviated skirt and heels she was even pushing her appearance into the realm of slutty. This would have to work!

This time he watched, not trying to hide his interest, but still no catcalls. She wondered if he was undressing her in his mind...

She tried crop-tops, halter tops, with little swing skirts and even started wearing tiny thongs underneath, so that if the wind blew up her dress, he would get an excellent view of her shapely bottom, but still no catcalls. What was the problem? Was he gay?

She found the perfect skirt online. It was short, black and very cute with suspender type straps to hold it up. She paired that with a tight, white crop top and no bra. Finally she did the most provocative thing she could think off, which was not wearing panties at all. Hopping on her bike she rode over to the construction site. He was there, alone, and watching her out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly she stopped the bike and slowly dismounted in a way that the dress rose up and bared her shaved pussy to his gaze. He stared at her with clear interest, but still not a word. What did she need to do to get some attention?

Finally one evening, just as it was getting dark, she tried going by in what was probably her sexiest outfit yet. High platform heels, thigh high stockings, a super short pleated skirt and a strapless little top that clung to her braless tits like it was painted on. It was so form fitting, her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric while her breasts jiggled as she walked. As she went by the site, she looked for him, but didn't see him. Had he gone home early? Had she gotten all dressed up in this outfit to tease him and he wasn't even there?

Suddenly from behind he felt a powerful arm encircle her waist and an cloth with a sickly, sweet smell was forced over her face. That was the last thing she remembered.

***

When she woke up she found herself in this position. Somewhere in the basement of the construction site, bent over this table with her ankles and hands strapped onto the legs of the table so she couldn't move. He was there staring at her with the look of a hungry wolf!

"Let-let me go at once!" she stammered.

"I don't think so, little girl!" he replied. "You spent the last few weeks teasing me and sending me home hot and frustrated and now you are going to pay for that!"

His voice was so deep and he was even taller close up than she had imagined!

Nicole tried to come up with a reply, but the truth is that she had been doing exactly what he accused her of. She never had dreamed that it would come to this, however!

"Please sir!" she begged. "I didn't mean any harm! I just wanted to see if you would catcall me because you thought I was pretty!"

"Do you know how many times you sent me home with a raging hard on?" he asked, "unable to think about anything but, your hot little body for the whole night? It's only fair that I get at least one good fuck out of that tight little pussy of yours for all I've suffered? Isn't it?"

Nicole was embarrassed to admit, that was probably reasonable, but maybe she could bargain him down.

"Tell you what," she said, coyly. "Let me give you a blow job and we'll call it even."

He smiled a wicked smile. "I don't think so. You flashed that pretty, bare pussy at me on purpose, and tonight I'm going to have the pleasure of impaling it!"

Tied to this table, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. "Okay, just this once," she agreed. "But I want to know you name, before you do me!"

"My name is Jason," he replied, unzipping his jeans.

Nicole had resigned herself to paying for her teasing with a quick one with Jason, until she saw what spilled out of his pants. His cock was huge! She'd had several boyfriends at college, but none of them had a piece of equipment the size of her captor! It would never fit inside her!

"It's to big!" she complained. "It will hurt!"

"You should have thought of that before you teased me," he replied.

"Couldn't you at least get some lube?" she begged.

"Unless you want me to use the Vavoline on you we utilize to lubricate the drill press," he laughed, "we don't have much around here to grease your pussy!"

"There must be something," she begged.

He was horny, but not cruel man, so as she watched he opened the refrigerator that the construction workers used to keep their lunches in to see if he could find anything. Rummaging around inside he pulled out a stick of butter. "Well, this will have to do," he replied. There's a microwave upstairs, to soften it up. I'll be right back," he said.

***

As she listened to the sound of the microwave from upstairs, Nicole wiggled against the straps that held her down to no effect. She soon realized that she wasn't going to get free and would have to pay the ultimate price for her teasing.

She had to admit that she had often fantasized about something like this happening to her. She had even asked one of her first boyfriends to tie her to the bed before making love, but they had looked at her like she was some kind of weirdo and refused. Embarrassed, she had never brought it up with a guy again.

Now it was for real. She was about to get raped and the truth was she deserved it! She realized had been 'asking for it' subconsciously. What was wrong with her?

As she waited her mind drifted to other possibilities. Suppose it doesn't just end with him fucking her? He seemed nice, but what if he was a murderer too? She could find herself buried in the foundation of the new dorm! The truth was she had some dark, but exciting, erotic horror fantasies about those kind of things happening to her. Suppose tonight those also came true?

Now she had seen him up close, she realized how strong he was. Well over six feet with a muscular torso. She was petite at just five foot two inches and a hundred pounds. He would have no problem hefting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying her to some sub-basement to dispose of her body. There was even a shovel leaning up against the wall right in front of her!

All these wild thoughts ran through her head as she waited helplessly for his return.

Soon he was back with a bowl full of melted butter. The pleasant smell reminded Nicole of buttered movie popcorn and how she loved the sweet taste. How ironic! Tonight's dish wouldn't be buttered movie popcorn, but buttered Nicole pussy!

He stood behind her and scooped some of the soft butter out of the bowl and began applying it to her pussy lips, then using he fingers to work it up inside her cunt. The warm, slippery substance felt nice and smelled wonderful. As he slopped some of the butter up around her clit, despite her fears, she started involuntary moaning. Hearing this he spent more time playing with her there, as he clearly enjoyed the sound of her whimpering with pleasure.

Soon, though he started applying the slippery substance to his own engorged cock, getting ready to enter her.

When he did, he didn't rush it, but spread her pussy lips, carefully wrapping them around the head of his huge tool, and then pushed himself into her in a series of short, thrusts, until she felt his massive balls, bounce against her thighs.

OMG he was so, so big. Nicole was so grateful for the butter! In fact, she found it a turn on that this household staple was being used to lubricate her for a good fucking! She'd never be able to go to the movies again, and smell that aroma, without reliving this night!

Grabbing her by the hair with one hand he started moving faster and faster in her. Between being strapped to the table and held by her hair, she felt completely under his control and totally helpless. What amazed her was how exciting this felt! He was doing things to her and there was nothing she could do about it but to relax and enjoy it! Soon she felt a tension building up inside her that she knew would shortly be released in an enormous climax. Behind her he was moaning and she knew the before long he would also be having an orgasm too.

When it came, Nicole was totally unprepared for its intensity! Involuntarily her back arched and her mouth opened forming the letter "O" as her tongue lolled out and her eyes crossed and rolled back in her head. Other boys had given her climaxes before, but nothing like this! Behind her she could feel him pumping his man juice into her, filling her up till it overflowed down her thighs. What a delightful feeling!

***

After he finished he walked around in front of her and took a long look at her. "You are quite pretty, you know," she said.

"Are you done with me now?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"No, not quite yet," he said. He turned, opened a tool box and brought out a huge knife!

"No!" she begged. "Please don't kill me and bury me in the foundation!"

"What?" he replied.

"You said you aren't through with me! You're going to kill me, carry me down to the sub-basement and put my body in the foundation!" she cried.

He laughed. "No, I'm going to cut you free, then you are going to use that pretty little mouth of yours to carefully, clean my cock off, and swallow any of our fluids on me down into your tummy. Then I'm going to walk you home."

"Oh," she replied, a bit embarrassed. "Okay."

***

He walked her home from the construction site, her head spinning with dirty thoughts and some of his cum still dripping down her leg. On the way he apologized to her for what he had done to her, and in turn, she asked him to forgive her teasing. Having settled that, they made a dinner date for the following weekend.

After dinner she planned to bring him back to her dorm room (her roommate was away) and Nicole was certain the evening would end in some more mind blowing sex! She would just need to stop at the school store and pick up a stick of butter and some soft rope before this coming Friday night!

The End