Your Inner Slut

This is the long-awaited next instalment in Carly's journey. Thanks to anyone still enjoying this series. I'm sorry for the long delay. I only write when I'm in the zone. Lately, I've been distracted by other stories and real life.

Here is a quick summary in case you need it:

Uni student Carly recently cheated on her long-distance boyfriend, Aaron. Totally out of character, she succumbed to her roommate, Jack. What started as simple blackmail has now descended into unconcealed debauchery.

Most recently fucking Jack in the bed he shares with his girlfriend Gemma. She's not only her best friend but also her roommate. Does Jack have some genuine feelings for Carly? Has she fully succumbed to her newfound role as his personal slut?

Most importantly, will Carly fully submit to Jack and forgo her plans for revenge?

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The weekend I spent alone with Jack was utter carnage. I woke naked in his bed Saturday morning, his huge, hard cock resting between my naked bum cheeks. I'm ashamed to admit I couldn't help rubbing against it. I was still so horny even after the rough fucking the previous night. As I gently rolled my hips to slide his cock along my slit, it didn't take long for Jack to stir.

I stupidly pretended to be asleep and let him touch me. Rub his hard cock between my thighs. I found it impossible to conceal my pitiful moans. Resulting in some light spanking and even more arousal.

The rest of the day was a blur of hot, steamy sex. Finally succumbing to being his plaything was utterly liberating. He fucked me in the shower, on the sofa, even on the kitchen counter. I felt sore from his thick, hard cock, but I couldn't deny that I was loving every grubby second. I'd never cum so hard and so frequently in my life. I lost count of the number of times I screamed out his name.

But then, inevitably, our fuck fest ended when Gemma came home. My best friend and the girl I was closest to in the world was due back Sunday afternoon. I should have been excited to spend time with her. But I just felt annoyed, jealous and guilty.

Connor, the hunky Scot who completed the four roommates, wasn't due back until late. At least Jack could track Gemma's phone so we could fuck right until the last moment. He still had his hard cock inside me when she rang from the train. He clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans as he arranged to pick her up. She was completely unaware he was about to pump another huge load of thick sticky cum inside me.

When they got home, I knew something was wrong. Her face was thunderous, and she looked exhausted. Paranoia took hold, and I was certain she knew about Jack and me. A small, disgusting part of me hoped she did. Hope she'd heard us fucking on the phone. Just so I could openly be his little slut and not feel so guilty.

"We need to talk," Gem whispered after giving me a tight hug.

She had been back home to look after her Mum after an accident. Had something happened to her?

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Sweat poured from every pore as she led me to her bedroom. I felt a pang of guilt as I followed her. Remembering how a few hours ago her boyfriend had fucked me right on the stairs we now climbed.

Although I knew I'd thoroughly cleaned her room to almost forensic levels, I was paranoid she would know. Somehow sense that we'd fucked in her bed. That I had curled my fingers in her sheets. Screamed obscenities into her pillows and gushed my sticky sweet juices everywhere.

Gem sat on the end of her bed as my mind flashed. Remembering how I'd rested my head where she sat, as her boyfriend fucked me from behind. I could feel the walls screaming, the very air buzzing with our betrayal.

"This is not going to be easy to hear, so I'll just say it," Gem said.

I felt sick. She pulled my hand to get me to sit next to her. Her face was tight and strained. She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes.

"Aaron's cheating on you," she said simply.

The next hour was spent going over every sordid detail. My boyfriend Aaron was Gem's brother. For weeks, I had been paranoid he was cheating on me with his coworker. Gem had heard from friends back home that something was fishy. She wanted to see for herself whilst she looked after her Mum. She saw them together and confronted Aaron. He revealed they had been fucking for months. He agreed to end things with me, saying he'd fallen for Andrea. Gem had hit him for that. I could still see the bruises on her knuckles.

Gem agreed with Aaron that she would break the news to me instead, thinking I would be devastated. The truth was I wasn't. I felt nothing but a vague sense of vindication. I'd suspected Andrea and Aaron were too close. That insecurity, and my rampant horny hormones. Led me to fucking Connor and ultimately being Jack's slut.

Gem was surprised by my initial reaction. So I quickly summoned some convincing tears. The next few days were awful, not because of the break-up with Aaron. But because of how Jack was with me. Now, Gemma was back it once again felt like I didn't exist to him. He barely spoke to me. Hardly even looked at me.

A few weeks ago, I would've been thrilled that he'd lost interest. But now... I felt like a used and rejected tool having served my purpose. Was the prospect of fucking me not thrilling enough for Jack? Now that I wasn't cheating on my boyfriend.

Gem was my best friend, and there was no way I was going to tell her about Jack now. I couldn't risk losing her, especially after seeing her reaction to her brother. Three weeks went by, and Jack hadn't touched me. Hasn't even acknowledged that he ever had. I should be happy that things were getting back to normal. Instead, I felt an intense burning jealousy. All the hatred and anger I'd initially felt toward Jack resurfaced.

How dare he make me drop my guard? Willingly give myself completely to him. Only to now be discarded.

I finally reached my limit one evening when

I overheard Jack on the phone. He was chatting to one of his disgusting mates and discussing another classmate of ours. I overheard him agreeing she was fit and he hoped to see her the next time he was out.

He hadn't been out once since Gem got back. Too busy playing the loyal boyfriend.

Rage burned inside me. Whether because he was going to cheat on Gem with yet another girl. Or because it felt like he was cheating on me, I couldn't tell. Jack was saved from my wrath by Gem's entrance, which derailed my rage.

But that was the last straw. The point where I resolved to do the thing I should have done all those weeks ago. Find a way to destroy Jack.

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I needed to find out as much about him as I could. Gemma would be the first port of call, but clearly she wasn't an option. So next on the list were Jack's disgusting friends.

He had a close group of like-minded misogynistic dickhead mates. All equally vile and cocky; just slimy bastards in general. None of them would help a girl destroy one of their friends, no matter what I did. Bros before hoes and all that.

But there was one person who might help, Patrick. He used to be best friends with Jack, but they had a falling out. Hailing from Dublin. His rugged features and smooth, lilting accent should have made him a natural ladies' man. And he was, if what I heard from Gemma was true.

Whilst Jack, on the surface at least, was the perfect boyfriend. Loyal, true and faithful. Patrick was anything but. He glorified being a fuck boy and made no secret of it. I never knew why Jack hung out with him, but recent events made it clear. Both men liked to torment and dominate women.

Jack was just more sneaky about it. I don't know why they weren't friends anymore. But as the old saying goes. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

I didn't have any way to contact Patrick. I could hardly ask Jack for his number. If I tried to contact him on social media, that could open me up to further blackmail. If Jack was capable, I was certain Patrick would excel at it. I knew a few girls who had the misfortune of getting entangled with him. One in particular proved fruitful.

Hannah was a cute redhead who shared a class with us. Her long curly red hair and blue eyes were stunning, and she had a sweet, wholesome face. I couldn't believe such an innocent girl knew a perv like Patrick. She seemed suspicious when I asked her about him, but with a little coaxing, I found out he was an avid swimmer. He trained most mornings at the local pool before classes, similar to how I used the gym.

The first day, I waited outside the pool for ages and never saw him. Speaking to the nerdy guy behind the front desk, I found out there was a sign-in sheet. Whilst the pool was public, the university had a deal with them. The students could swim for free as part of our university gym membership. Looking at the register, I saw Patrick had already left.

The next morning, I grabbed my swim gear and went down to the pool. If I were in the pool, I couldn't fail to catch him. I still wasn't sure what I was going to say to him, though. I could hardly swim up to him and be like.

"Hey Patrick! Got any dirt I can use to fuck over your former mate?" That was hardly going to work.

I wish I owned a proper one-piece swim costume rather than just skimpy bikinis. I hadn't swum properly since childhood. Mainly choosing to sunbathe or float about when on holiday. My pink and white tie-dyed bikini was definitely at odds with the suits everyone else was wearing.

The swim lanes were populated mostly with middle-aged or older men and women. The women wore modest black swimwear, trying desperately to keep their hair out of the water. The older, chubby men wore tiny shorts and tried to limit the glances they threw my way.

I felt self-conscious as I slid into the slow lane in my skimpy bikini. Feeling every guy's eyes on me. Even the lifeguard was unable to avoid looking. Hopefully, my outfit would stun Patrick into dropping his guard and dishing the dirt. I swam a few lengths, keeping my hair dry like the other ladies. I had it tied in a high ponytail, and it was still the same dark brown as Gemma's.

I scanned the pool for Patrick but didn't recognise him anywhere. A younger guy was swimming in the fast lane on his own. But he was five lanes over, so I couldn't tell who he was. After an hour, people started to leave. Mostly, people who needed to get to work.

The young guy in the fast lane caught my eye as he pulled himself out of the pool. He definitely had a swimmer's body. Toned muscles and a perfect V-shape physique. He wore tight swim shorts that were as small as boxers and did little to hide his huge cock. It was like he had a huge banana in his shorts.

He gave it a little tug to readjust it as he stood up. Water dripping down his impressive body.

"0uch!" I cried as I smacked into the tiled wall of the pool.

I'd been so distracted by the hot swimmer that I hadn't looked where I was going.

"Is that you, Carly?" came a deep Irish voice.

The hot swimmer smiled as he walked over, and I recognised his voice.

"Patrick!" I gasped, genuinely surprised.

I hadn't recognised him with his swim cap and goggles on. I had no idea he had such an amazing body. I didn't know what I expected to see when I saw him swimming, but not this. Shit, some people are just blessed, aren't they?

Shame his personality didn't match his looks. Or perhaps it did, and that was the problem.

"What brings your sexy little arse here? Wanting to know if the rumours were true?" Patrick said, flexing his muscles.

What a complete twat.

"No! I had no idea you would be here," I said. Trying to sound casual.

I looked up and saw his eyes glance at my cleavage, which he had the perfect view of. A smug smile spread across his handsome face.

"Funny. Hannah said you've been asking after me," he said. Sitting on the poolside and dangling his legs in the water next to me.

I felt my skin blush. That bitch! Why had she told him? I thought she hated him as much as I hated Jack. How could she sell me out like this?

"If you're finally interested in playing the field a little. All you had to do was ask," Patrick said with a satisfied smile.

"Urgh! You wish. You know I have a boyfriend, and I'm more than happy with him," I said, feeling the falsehood of every word. He didn't need to know I was single now.

Patrick shrugged and slipped into the water next to me. I shied away to avoid inadvertently touching him.

"Strange way to put it. If you have to say you're happy, are you? It's like someone saying they're smart or cool. If you have to say it out loud, it probably isn't true," he said. Leaning against the cool tiled wall.

His beautiful brown eyes pierced my soul in the same way Jack's did. Did these guys swap notes on how to turn girls on with just a look?

"Anyway, nice chatting. I need to cool down. Nice hair by the way, you look hot as a brunette," he said before gliding away in a slow breaststroke.

I didn't know what to do. Should I stay and try again to talk to him, or cut my losses and bail? I could leave now without any blowback. Patrick didn't know I was after Info on Jack. If, for some reason, he told him about this little meet-up, it wasn't likely to cause me a problem.

But I had no idea how else to get info on Jack. I didn't want to talk to his other friends. They were even more disgusted than Patrick.

"Still here, darling?" Patrick asked in that soft sing-song accent. When he swam back to my end of the pool.

"I want to ask you something," I said lamely as he turned and started another length.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I can't stop. If you wanna chat, you'll have to swim that cute little arse next to me," he said over his shoulder.

Frustrated, I swam to catch up and settled next to him at his slow pace.

"I want to know about Jack," I said, blurting it out rather bluntly.

"Well, sorry, love my name's Patrick. If you want to know about Jackie Boy, you need to ask him," Patrick said. Before dunking his head under the water.

"I can't. I...I think he's cheating on Gemma," I said. Trying to justify this conversation.

We reached the deep end, and Patrick stopped, holding onto the edge.

"Now what makes you think that?" Patrick asked, giving me a strange look. Was it concern?

"I just do. I wondered if you knew any girls he's been with apart from Gemma," I said.

I was being very direct. Even though they weren't friends anymore, Patrick could still tell Jack about this. If he did, I could be in a lot of trouble. Then again, what more could Jack do? He was already fucking me. Already had me begging to be his slut.

The only thing he could do was reveal everything to Gemma and Aaron. With my feelings cooling, he was liable to lose more by doing that than I. Losing Gemma as a friend would crush me. But he would lose her, too.

I realised I could just let things go. I could tell Jack I wouldn't fuck him again and threaten to tell Gemma if he didn't leave me alone. But my heart was fired up for revenge. Revenge and the satisfaction of beating him at his own game. Jack ruined and me keeping my friendship with Gemma.

"What? You mean apart from you?" Patrick said, stretching his muscled arms on the side.

He said it so blatantly, so casually, it took me aback.

"What..." I started before he cut me off.

"Oh, come on, Carly. Don't insult my intelligence. First of all, I heard you two in the gym showers," he said with a smirk.

My heart sank. I knew I recognised that guy's voice. Jack had me pinned in the shower cubicle, and I was so desperate for him to fuck me.

"Oh. And Jack told me," Patrick said, stretching his back.

"He told you!" I cried out. Attracting the attention of the lifeguard.

"Ha! Of course, he didn't. But now I know for sure. I knew he'd fucked a girl in the showers, but I wasn't sure it was you. Thanks for confirming it," Patrick said with a smug, self-satisfied grin.

"Oh shit!" I said. Getting those unfortunately familiar feelings of guilt, shame and fear.

"Don't tell Gemma!" I said with scared eyes. My hand naturally reached out to grasp his arm.

"Interesting, you said, Gemma. Not your boyfriend. What does that mean, I wonder?" he said, turning to his side and moving closer to me.

I knew what it meant. Gemma's friendship meant more to me than my relationship with her brother. So what if he knew I had been cheating too?

"Please! I didn't want to do it. Jack blackmailed me," I whispered. Suddenly worried about being overheard.

But we were alone in the pool now. I could see them start to pull the lane dividers out of the other end of the pool.

"What? He..." Patrick said, but I cut him off. I knew what he was asking.

"He forced me, blackmailed me. If it wasn't for that, I would never have cheated," I said. Sounding like I was justifying it to myself rather than him.

"Hmm...But I wonder what blackmail he had on you. Darling," Patrick said. Running his hand over my thigh under the water.

I didn't say anything, but I must have pulled a face. His hand stroked my thigh and reached around to grope my bum. I sighed, unable to do anything else. I felt powerless, like I did around Jack. I felt under Patrick's control, unable to pull away. Unable to stop his hand.

"Oh, I see...He's found out what I've known since freshers," he whispered. Pulling me closer to him.

He manoeuvred me against the tiled wall, and my legs naturally wrapped around his waist. I felt his huge, hard cock push against my pussy. His strong hands were holding onto the side of the pool as his body pushed close to me.

"Huh?" I whispered, starting to succumb to the lustful feelings starting to stir inside me.

My body betrayed me. Like it did every time one of these vile, disgusting men came near me.

"Freshers? Don't you remember? We were drunk at the student union. You rubbed your body against me as we danced," he said, moving to whisper in my ear.

One hand stayed holding the poolside, the other reached around to grope my bum cheek.

"Oh shit," I said breathlessly.

I had forgotten all about it. Our first week at university, I was a bubbling mess of emotions. Saying a teary goodbye to my parents and Aaron, mingled with the giddy freedom I felt. In a state of rising euphoria, I got plastered and went out dancing.

During the night, I danced with a hot guy. It was so long ago, and I was so drunk I'd forgotten his face. But I remembered how I felt in his arms. How I naturally ground my bum against his hard cock. When the handsome stranger kissed me. Fireworks shot off in my brain, and my whole body hummed with arousal. Then I came to my senses and freaked out. I found Gemma and left before anyone found out.

"I see you remember. Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone. I guessed you were drunk, and it was a moment of weakness. Now I see I was wrong. You're just a slut," he said, leaning in to kiss me.

"CHIRP!" The ear-splitting sound of a high-pitched metal whistle echoed off the tiled walls.

Patrick pulled back, and we both looked at the lifeguard. I felt flustered and flushed. My body was charged with pent-up sexual energy.

The lifeguard pointed to a big sign on the wall. You know the ones that show pictures of the pool rules. No bombing, no running and no heavy petting.

Burning with shame, I wiggled free of Patrick and scooted to the side of the swim lane. Trying to get as far away from him as possible. I felt my face red with shame and guilt. Patrick smiled at the lifeguard and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Don't worry, Carly, I'll help you. But I'll need you to do something for me first," he whispered with a smile.

I was stunned, so many thoughts colliding inside my mind that I didn't react.