Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Fu**ed And Watched#5

Kathy's Pov(f****d And Watched)

Dying while getting f****d sounded like a pretty good way to go.

I sat on that park bench for what felt like forever, scrolling through the anonymous app with my heart racing. Messages kept popping up, d**k pics, gross one-liners, guys telling me exactly what they wanted to do to me. Some were hot, some made me cringe, but none of them felt right yet. The app matched people based on interests, not looks, so you never knew what you were getting. You could end up with a bald, fat, ugly dude who smelled like old socks, or you could get lucky. I was really hoping for lucky tonight.

I kept refreshing, biting my lip, my p***y already tingling just from reading the dirty descriptions. Finally, a match notification came through. Same interests: rough s*x, no names, anonymous, high libido, no limits. The profile was simple — no picture, just a short bio that said “I’ll give you exactly what you need. Hard. Deep. No mercy.”

We chatted for a bit through the app. He seemed confident, a little dominant, and straight to the point. We set up a meet for tomorrow afternoon at a private spot he suggested. I agreed before I could talk myself out of it. By the time I left the park and drove back to the dorm, my panties were soaked and my mind was already spinning with filthy fantasies.

Amelia wasn’t in the room when I got back. The gifts I bought her were still scattered on the floor. I didn’t bother picking them up. I just freshened up, took a quick shower, and crawled into bed. No exam tomorrow, so I didn’t even open my books. I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, imagining all the dirty things the stranger might do to me. Spreading my legs for him, getting choked, getting pounded until I couldn’t think straight. I was probably crazy for even considering this with someone I’d never met, but f**k it, call me a slut, because that’s exactly what I felt like right now.

The next morning I woke up buzzing with nervous energy. I spent way too much time getting ready. I did my hair in soft waves, put on mascara and a little eyeliner to make my eyes pop, and even added a touch of glossy lip stuff. I wanted to look pretty. At least if the guy turned out ugly, I wouldn’t be the ugly one in the room. I’ve never been ugly anyway.

I slipped on my favorite new pair of lacy black underwear that I’d never worn before, the kind that made me feel sexy and clean. I checked myself in the mirror one last time, took a deep breath, and grabbed my keys.

Amelia was back in the room by then, sitting on her bed scrolling through her phone. She didn’t look up at first. This was the first time she’d actually spoken to me in days, even if it was just out of curiosity.

“Where are you going?” she asked, voice flat, eyes still on her screen.

I paused at the door. “To see a friend.”

She rolled her eyes hard and went back to her phone without another word. Typical. She’d been acting like a total d**k since the fight, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit.

I didn’t say anything else. I just left, got in my car, and drove off campus.

The address he gave me led me down a long, lonely road. The further I went, the fewer buildings I saw. It started feeling creepy, empty fields on both sides, no cars passing. My stomach twisted a little. *What the hell am I doing?* I told myself to turn around, to go back to the dorm and forget this stupid idea. But I didn’t. The crazy part of me won. I kept driving.

Finally, I reached the spot. It was just one big bungalow sitting there all by itself. No other houses close by, though I could see some buildings further down the road. If I screamed, someone might hear me… probably. I parked the car, killed the engine, and sat there for a minute, hands shaking on the steering wheel.

*f**k it. I’m already here. Might as well see what happens. At least I’ll get f****d before I die or something.*

I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. I raised my hand to knock, but the door suddenly clicked open by itself. No code, no nothing, it just swung open like someone was expecting me. The inside looked nice, modern, but the whole vibe was giving me serious thriller movie energy. Dark hallways, dim lighting. I stepped inside anyway, and the door closed behind me with a soft click.

I pulled out my phone and texted him quickly: “I’m here. Where are you?”

His reply came fast: “I’m watching you right now. Find the room I tell you to go to.”

I typed back, fingers flying: “This is creepy as hell. Are you a serial killer or something?”

He sent a laughing emoji. “No, not at all. Just trying to make it sexy. Spice things up a little. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay… fine.” I typed back.

He told me to go to the room at the end of the short hallway on the left. I walked slowly, my heels clicking on the floor. When I pushed the door open, my mouth fell open.

It was a full-on b**m room.

Black walls, dim red lighting, a big padded bench in the middle, chains hanging from the ceiling, a St. Andrew’s cross against one wall, shelves full of toys, whips, paddles, ropes, vibrators, plugs, everything. My eyes went wide. I had been f****d by three guys at once, but this? This was on another level. I stood there frozen, imagining all the positions he could put me in, all the ways he could use me. My p***y clenched hard just looking at it.

Another text came in: “Remove your clothes, love.”

I put my phone down on a small table near the door. My hands were shaking, but I did it. I pulled off my top, then my jeans, folding them neatly because I didn’t know what else to do. I kept my new lacy black bra and panties on for a second.

Another message: “Even the underwear.”

I took a deep breath, reached back, and unhooked my bra. My t**s spilled out, n*****s already hard from the mix of fear and excitement. Then I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I was completely naked now, standing in the middle of this stranger’s s*x dungeon.

Next text: “Sit on the chair in the corner. Spread your legs wide. Put one foot on each stool in front of you. Open up for me.”

There was a low leather chair with two small stools positioned perfectly in front. I walked over, sat down, and followed the instructions. I leaned back, lifted my legs, and rested one foot on each stool so my p***y was completely exposed — spread open, wet, and on full display. I wasn’t even shy about it. The alcohol I’d had earlier was helping me feel bold and a little high.

I waited like that, legs wide, heart hammering, p***y tingling in the cool air.

Then I heard the door behind me open softly.

I turned my head just enough to look.

What I saw made my stomach drop and my breath catch all at once.

The man who stepped into the room wasn’t a stranger at all.

It was Amelia’s dad.