Well, it’s been a while since I last wrote – two years, to be exact. So much has happened between my freshman and junior years here at U of M that I really want to share. Nothing is the same as it was before, and a world of pleasure and pain has brought me to the point I am at now.

Things were going really well for me and Hayley when I last left off. Although I missed Matt beyond words, I have to admit that having my pussy eaten by a girl was a good substitute for Matt’s penis. The way Hayley caressed and suckled my clit had me all but forgetting about how much I longed for Matt’s big hard cock inside of me and, although he’d told me it’d be fine for me to fuck around while he was deployed, I couldn’t bring myself to take any other guy’s dick into my cunt. Hayley was a guilt-free way to have my twat tended to while Matt was away. She and I grew to be very close. We had many of the same classes during the day and shared the same tiny dorm-room bed at night, licking, sucking, and rubbing each other into glorious oblivion and sleeping in each other’s cum. That time of my life seemed so perfect that I couldn’t imagine it changing. But then everything changed.

It was the summer after my freshman year when Matt came back from deployment and was stationed in North Carolina. I decided to leave Michigan just for the summer, to stay with Matt. Hayley opted to stay on campus, as she’d registered for a couple of summer courses. She was upset to know I’d be gone for two whole months, but she understood how badly I needed to see my man. As a parting gift, the night before I left, she ran a hot bubble bath for me, washed my hair, lathered and rinsed every inch of my body, then sat me on the edge of the tub, spread my legs, and fingered me and licked my pussy until I gushed. Hayley treated me like a princess that night, making sure I’d think about her while I was gone.
When I emerged from my plane at the Fayetteville airport, I was wet with anticipation. It had been so long since I’d seen Matt and I couldn’t wait to feel his body up against mine. He did not disappoint. Standing at the mouth of the gate with an armful of flowers, he looked so big and strong and handsome – even more so than I’d remembered. I ran into his arms and he lifted me off the floor. The feel of his muscles around my body sent me into an immediate sex-flush and I had to have him right then. I pulled him into a stall in the women’s restroom when no one was looking, pulled his pants down, and began sucking his dick furiously. It was so long and hard and I wanted so badly to feel him cream in my mouth. When he came, I swallowed his load, promising there’d be more to come when we reached his house. It’d been so long since I’d had any dick, I wanted to go straight home and show him how much I’d missed the feeling of his warm cock inside of me.

We fucked that whole night long, until the early morning hours, when Matt had to report to duty. And we fucked every night after that, most mornings, some mid-afternoons, some evenings, for the entire summer. There was never a dull moment when we were together. Matt never grew tired of hearing me talk about Hayley and our lesbian love affair. It turned him on. I brought some sex-toys that Hayley and I shared and showed him how she worked my pussy with the giant silicone penis and tickled my clit with the small vibrating wand. Matt liked to masturbate while he watched me demonstrate, until he got so hard that he couldn’t wait any longer to ram his rod into my hot, wet and eager pussy.

I loved Matt. And the fucking was so good that I hoped that summer would never end. But it did end, as I soon found out that all good things do.

Hayley was different when I returned to campus for our sophomore year. She seemed distant – detached. I thought for sure it was because she was jealous or hurt about the time I’d spent with Matt. She let me go down on her the night I returned, but then cried afterward. I didn’t understand what was going on until one day, about a week after classes started, she sat me on her bed and told me she’d gotten pregnant over the summer and was leaving school to return to living with her parents in Grand Rapids. I was devastated. I couldn’t imagine college life without my female fuck-buddy. I missed her sweet, shaved pussy and soft, hot kisses before she even left.

Matt was a great comfort to me during that time. We talked on the phone every night, he jacking himself off and me rubbing my clit and squeezing my hard nipples until we both climaxed together. If Matt and I couldn’t be together and I couldn’t pleasure myself with Hayley, at least I could look forward to phone sex. But then the phone calls stopped. And I couldn’t get Matt to respond to my messages. A letter I got in the mail, from Matt, explained everything: “I’m so sorry to tell you this and I know it’s going to hurt, but I’ve fallen in love with a girl here in North Carolina. I know this seems very sudden, but please don’t try to change my mind. I’ve asked her to marry me and we will be having a civil ceremony next week. Take care of yourself, Summer. I know you’ll be alright.”

Matt’s confession sent me into a tailspin. It seemed that I’d lost everything important to me, and all within a couple of months. I went into a deep depression and started partying – a lot. Frat parties were my favorite, where the beer was free-flowing and there were plenty of hot, horny guys to go around. I thought of Hayley as I relived her experience of fucking more than one guy at a time, and I thought of Matt as I discarded them afterward, one by one. I fucked without feeling, as if to fill a void, and became a nympho rather quickly. I invited every John, Dick and Harry into my snatch for a good, hard ride and sucked enough cock to fill a room, but it was never enough.
After a while, the partying got out of control. It was more important than going to class. I hit rock-bottom when I lost my scholarship at the end of my sophomore year. I didn’t know what to do. Going back to live in the dead-end town I’d grown up in would’ve been death to me; It was just not an option. I had to find a way to make money, and quick. I found my solution in Hillary and Alexis, two girls I’d diked-out with at a party one night. They lived in an apartment that was fully webcam-wired and were paid just to live their wild lives out in the open, on camera, for the entire internet to see. It was good, easy money. I gladly accepted their offer to become a roommate. Living in the “Naughty Nude House” (as it was so aptly named for our website) was a really good time. Hillary and Alexis were two tight, hot little bods that I had no problem fucking on a regular basis. Their fair-haired good looks really complemented my dark features on camera, and we made really decent money just for being indecent for an audience. Sometimes we invited other girls and guys over for wild fuck-fests and pussy-eating orgies. We’d lay mattresses on the floor and deck the room out with pillows, dildos, and vibrators then take turns sucking and rubbing, licking pussy, and fucking hard college-boy cocks.

When there was nothing going on at the house and the girls were gone, I had the option of putting on private shows from my bedroom for the higher-paying webcam customers. I got a good fan-base going and had some regulars, who’d come to me with this need or that fetish, and I was surprised at how easy it was for me to create whatever fantasy it was the guys wanted. I was a natural at role-playing, especially. It was a great way to make extra money, but I was still having a hard time saving enough to make my tuition. “Mr. Big” (that was his screen-name) started showing up in my chat-room toward the end of the summer before my junior year. It was perfect timing, as I was really hard-up for money to pay for my classes. He took a real liking to me, taking me to private chat for increasingly longer periods of time, sending me expensive gifts, and paying more for my time than other customers. All I had to do was dress in a schoolgirl uniform, wear my hair in piggy-tails, and call him Daddy. To play it up, I used my little-girl voice and made up stories about how I’d been naughty and how I needed him to give me a good spanking with his big penis. I’d spread my legs open to show Daddy that I’d forgotten my panties under my short skirt, and then use my dildo to show him how I let my third period teacher shove his cock into me until I came. Before long, Mr. Big was taking me to private chat several times a week, instructing me to bend over for him so he could see my cunt, telling me he’d have to punish me for being such a bad girl. As we got to know each other better, I found out that he was CEO of a major corporation in Livonia, MI – not too far from my campus. As long as I stayed in character and only referred to him as Daddy, he seemed comfortable telling me anything. I knew that he was married, fifty-three years old, and a very public figure in his community. If I’d wanted to, I could’ve used what I knew about him to research him on Google and destroy his life. But I had no desire to blackmail him for anything. He was so generous that I knew my best bet would be to stick with him – that Daddy would take me places.

When visiting my chat-room was no longer enough, Daddy asked to come see me in person. I was hesitant at first, and I wasn’t sure how I’d handle the whole school-girl thing in person (it kind of weirded me out), but I knew the money would be good, so I agreed. I was surprised when I met Daddy face-to-face to find that he was not at all creepy-looking. He was actually rather handsome and distinguished. And he dripped with money, which made him all that much more fuckable to me. After all, it’s not like I was looking for love. Love had gone out the window. It’s money I wanted.
Daddy comes to visit me at least once a week now. It’s always the same. He always brings a gift: either a giant stuffed animal or a jewelry box or something equally girly, and then suggests that I thank him with a nice, long suck-job. He likes me to suck his balls first, and always says “naughty girl” as I deep-throat him. After he shoots his load all over my face, he insists on cleaning me up with a damp rag, the way a father would for his young daughter, and then takes me out to dinner. When we’re in public, the role-playing takes on a whole new level: He’s the father and I’m his sixteen year-old daughter – no exceptions. We sit next to each other in dimly-lit restaurants, where he asks me about my day at school while he fondles my clit and fingers my wet pussy underneath the table, where no one can see. Sometimes after we eat, if the restaurant is fairly empty, he follows me into the restroom, asks me if I remembered to wash my hands, then rams his long, hard cock into me from behind when I tell him I forgot.

When we return home from dinner, Daddy leads me straight to my room and says, “Tell me what you’ve done, Summer.” He then masturbates as I tell him stories about how my girlfriends and I experiment with each other, tonguing each other’s pussies, and how I let Billy fuck me in the back seat of the school bus. Once the tension mounts to where he’s real hot and horny, he bends me over the bed, pulls my skirt up, and gives my hot pussy a good fucking as he spanks my ass until it’s stinging hot and red, saying, “bad girl!” When he’s had his fill of my tight little cunt, he cums on my ass then tells me to be a good girl and clean up. And like that, it’s over. Daddy kisses me on the forehead, leaves five-hundred dollars on my nightstand, and tells me he’ll see me again next week.

I’m sure this all sounds very strange, and it did take me a while to get used to it, but Mr. Big is really very harmless – just a grown man with a sordid fantasy and no other way to act it out than to pay me to be his Sugarbaby. Besides, the money is so good that I’ve actually been able to get into my role and enjoy it. And I was right about Daddy: he is taking me places. I already have a high-paying job lined up at his Livonia corporate headquarters next summer, when I graduate, where I’ll continue to be daddy’s little girl, fucking and sucking my way to the top.