That'll Teach the Rich Bitch!

18-year-old Jonathan had been delighted when he received the offer of a place at a prestigious English university, to study History. He certainly had the intelligence to be there, but it was well known that individuals from low-income families, who had attended a State school, such as himself, were less likely to be accepted on to a course than the more 'well-to-do' types who had been schooled privately.

In September, his parents dropped him off at his new home -- a flat belonging to the University, which he was to share with three other people. Jonathan was thrilled to be away from home for the first time, and was determined to make the most of his experience.

Jonathan settled in to University life quite quickly. His housemates were three females, all from well-known private schools, and Jonathan's shyness prevented him from making friends with them at first. Two of them -- Nicky and Sam -- were very approachable and outgoing, and he found that he got on well with them after just a few days. The third, however -- Fiona -- was another matter. She was from a very rich family, part of the English aristocracy, and it was clear from the start that she looked down her nose at Jonathan's working class background.

Fiona was stunningly attractive to look at, but she wore an air of conceit all the time, which made her unlikeable. She whined constantly at Jonathan about his supposedly 'slovenly' ways, particularly when it came to washing up the dishes! Jonathan was actually very clean and tidy, but Fiona constantly found excuses to dig at him. After two months of sharing a flat with her, Jonathan had had enough.

"Well, you haven't done your washing up again, so I can't do mine. You'll have to do it for me. And this time, make sure you oil the wok, instead of washing it, don't you know that's how it's supposed to be done? " Fiona said haughtily, as she left the kitchen and went to her bedroom.

Jonathan had really had enough. He was a patient, tolerant person in general, but Fiona was too much for him to bear. It didn't help that she was so attractive, flaunting her slim body by wearing short, loose skirts and low tops. Although he despised her, Jonathan couldn't help but feel stirrings in his groin as he looked at her sometimes. His sexual experience was very limited -- he was still a virgin, perhaps due to his shyness -- but he masturbated regularly, usually thinking of Fiona's tight tops and pert nipples as he did so.

As he sat there in the kitchen, inwardly fuming over this paradox -- he liked her, yet he hated her at the same time -- an idea started to form in his mind. When he masturbated, his favourite fantasy was that Fiona took his cock in her mouth, and her tongue brought him to orgasm. He was incredibly turned on by the thought of her swallowing his cum.

He glanced out into the corridor -- no one was in sight. Fiona was sulking in her room with the door closed, and the other two girls were attending lectures. Cautiously, he walked over to the pile of washing up, and wondered if he dared to carry out his plan. His cock was starting to harden just thinking about it.

Jonathan took Fiona's wok out of the pile, and wiped it around with a piece of paper towel, to remove the food remains. He had to oil it, not wash it, did he? Right! He'd provide some oil of his own! He unzipped his trousers, and took out his now fully erect cock. He stroked it rhythmically, grasping the shaft tightly. As he did so, he thought of forcing Fiona to give him oral sex, and the horrified look she would have on her face as he shot cum deep down her unwilling throat. It was not long before a drop of pre-cum was already oozing out. He touched it with his thumb, smearing it around the head of his penis, sending shivers of delight through his body as he did so. The thought that he might be caught doing this in the kitchen turned him on even more, and pretty soon he felt his orgasm welling up inside him. He held the wok under his penis, and ejaculated into it, shooting string after string of sticky white cum into it.

For good measure, he then reached into Fiona's kitchen cupboard, took out her favourite mug and wiped the last remnants of cum from his cock on to the rim. He placed it back into the cupboard.

As he had seen Fiona do with cooking oil, he then took a cloth and worked the fast cooling cum into the surface of the wok, along with the oil already there. When he was finished, there was no visible trace of it left.

Satisfied, he left the kitchen and grinned to himself when he thought of Fiona cooking food in the wok, and drinking from her mug.

*****

Sure enough, Fiona cooked a stir fry the next day. He sat at the table, grinning as she stirred the noodles and chicken around in the pan, knowing all the while that the food was becoming coated in his semen from the day before. Fiona couldn't understand why he was so cheerful, and seeing him like this made her relent and feel that she should be nice to him.

"Would you like to share my lunch?" she asked. "There's plenty for two."

"Er, no thanks!" he replied hastily. Something in his expression made her look twice, and she took the look of alarm on his face to be an insult.

"I'm a good cook, I'll have you know. Mummy had Cook show me how to create all sorts of meals before I left home!" She glared at Jonathan, and turned away. Bending down to her cupboard, she removed her mug, the short hemline of her skirt allowing Jonathan a glance at her panties as she did so. She poured coffee into her mug. She sipped this as she continued to cook, and Jonathan felt a stirring in his loins again, knowing that the rim of the mug was coated in his dried juices.

Fiona clearly didn't notice anything odd in the taste. She drained her coffee, and proceeded to tip her stir fry into a dish. She sat at the table eating it, and all the while Jonathan's cock was becoming harder.

******

Jonathan had enjoyed this incident so much, that he resolved to do something similar again. One evening, Fiona had annoyed him so much, that he felt the time was right to exact some more cum-related revenge. Late that night, when everyone else was in bed, he crept into the communal bathroom. He opened the spacious wall cabinet, and browsed through the tightly crammed items on Fiona's shelf.

He found what he was looking for -- a jar of what was apparently Sea Salt and Kelp facial scrub. He knew that Fiona used this expensive cream every day, and decided to add his own cream to the mixture.

Again, he thought of forcing Fiona to give him a blow-job, and swallowing his seed. He pictured holding her hair and forcing her head on to him, as he wanked into the jar. Pretty soon, he deposited his load, and looked down to see the results. The semen was the exact same colour as the cream in the jar, but of a slightly different consistency. He took the handle of her toothbrush, and mixed the two creams together. Satisfied that nothing looked out of the ordinary, he screwed the lid back on and placed the jar back on the shelf.

He rinsed the handle of her toothbrush under the tap, and as an afterthought, touched the bristled end to the head of his penis, where it absorbed the last droplets of cum.

******

Fiona always performed her morning vanity ritual with the door ajar, a skimpy towel wrapped around her waist. Most likely she did this deliberately, as she guessed it aroused Jonathan and she wanted him to see what he couldn't have. The next morning was no different, and Jonathan watched from around the corner as she cleaned her teeth. Then, as usual, she took the jar of facial scrub down from the shelf and began to massage it into her skin. Jonathan was getting hard again just watching her, this was great! She was actually unknowingly massaging his semen into her face and lips, and he couldn't help but reach down to rub his stiff cock through his jeans. He came quickly and messily into his pants, and went to his room to change.

******

One night just before the Christmas holidays, Jonathan was lying in bed trying to sleep, when he heard the front door slam. He'd had a few pints of lager earlier, and felt a little dizzy with the alcohol as he got out of bed and walked to his door.

Fiona was dragging herself up the stairs, singing loudly and hiccupping / giggling every now and again. She was clearly drunk out of her mind, and it was a wonder she could stay upright at all. She made it to the top of the stairs, and saw Jonathan looking at her in disbelief.

"Hi sexy!" she grinned drunkenly at him. "Wanna fuck?" She lurched forward towards him, and fell head first into Nicky's closed bedroom door. Seconds later, Nicky and Sam emerged from their rooms, wearing only their night clothes.

"Oh my God!" said Nicky. "Help me Sam, get her into the bathroom, I think she's going to puke!" The two girls half dragged, half walked Fiona over to the bathroom, where she collapsed, gripping the toilet bowl tightly as if it were her best friend. "Leave her be for a while" said Nicky. "Let her sober up a little, then we'll try and get her to her bedroom."

The two girls didn't see Jonathan standing in the shadows, he watched all of this unobserved. The girls walked into the kitchen to make themselves a drink and have a chat.

Jonathan walked along to the bathroom. He stared at Fiona with a mixture of contempt and arousal; she was lying on the floor with her face pressed against the toilet. She had been sick, but had missed the bowl and it lay in a puddle on the floor next to her. Her short skirt had ridden up around her waist, and her white panties were clearly visible. Her skimpy top was torn and muddied, and one of her breasts had come loose from her white lacy bra. Where were all her airs and graces now? She lay on the ground exposing her underwear for all to see, with her make-up smeared across her face.

He needed to pee quite urgently after all the lager, but Fiona was in the way of the only toilet. He walked to the kitchen.

"Girls, can we move her yet? I have to pee badly!"

"Not yet," replied Sam. I'm going to give her this glass of water, and see if we can sober her up a little. Jonathan sighed, and returned to his room.

An hour later, the pressure in his bladder was making it impossible for him to sleep, or even get comfortable, and he returned to the bathroom. He was greeted with the scene of Nicky sitting on the floor, cradling Fiona's head in her lap, and encouraging her to sip water. Jonathan could see straight away that Fiona was so absolutely drunk, that she probably didn't even know her own name right now, let alone have the capabilities to drink the water or walk to her room.

"Come on girls!" said Jonathan. "I have to piss so badly! If I carry her back to her bed, will you undress her and make sure she's okay?"

Nicky and Sam agreed, and Jonathan picked up Fiona. In an ungainly manner, he slung her over his shoulder, carried her along the corridor and dropped her unceremoniously on to her bed. He really had to urinate, but he couldn't help but look through the gap in the door as the girls undressed her, leaving just her white panties on. His cock was becoming hard, not just with arousal, but because of the pressure in his bladder too. It was becoming unbearable, but he couldn't drag himself away. Fiona was helpless, letting out an occasional giggle or burp, but so full of alcohol that she couldn't even open her eyes.

He stepped back hurriedly into the darkness of his own room as Nicky and Sam turned around to return to their bedrooms.

"'Night", they called to each other, and shut their doors. Jonathan pushed Fiona's door open cautiously, and closed it behind him. She lay on the bed, head back and mouth open, her beautiful breasts naked and just her skimpy panties covering what was left of her modesty.

"You slut!" thought Jonathan. "All those airs and graces, and there you are now looking like a cheap little whore." The thought crossed his mind that he could possibly fuck her there and then, and she'd never even know who it was, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not that he didn't want to -- but being a virgin, he didn't want to remember this as being his first time.

As he stood at the foot of her bed, he noticed that his erection was becoming even stronger, if that was possible. He could see her triangle of pubic hair through her thin panties, and the outline of her pussy. He had to pee, but he couldn't tear himself away.

A new thought entered his mind. He took his cock out of his pants, and held its length in his hands. He willed himself to think of something unerotic -- some historical dates of battles that he had studied that day did the trick -- and his cock softened a little, just enough to let him start to pee. He held his cock close to Fiona's groin, and the first slow dribble of urine dripped down and yellowed the crotch of her white panties. The moisture made the material even more transparent, and Jonathan could clearly see the outline of her vagina, and even a little bump where he thought her clitoris would be.

As his stream strengthened, he pointed it directly at her clit. She moaned a little in her sleep, and he noticed that the bump started to grow. "What a whore!" he thought again. "Drunk out of her mind and turned on by the feel of piss on her clit!"

The relief he felt when he started to drain his bladder, combined with the sight of his piss flowing over Fiona's panties and her bed gave him an extraordinary feeling. His stream was seemingly never-ending, and by the time he had finished, her panties were yellow and the urine had obviously soaked through the bedding and into the mattress below. He was satisfied that he had achieved what he wanted -- it looked for all the world as if Fiona had pissed herself in her sleep.

After his urine flow finally stopped, Jonathan immediately became hard again. He walked around her bed, and leaned forward with one knee on her pillow. He shook the last few drops of piss into her sleeping mouth, and began to wank hard and fast above her face. As he felt his orgasm build, he put his penis as close to her mouth as he could without actually touching her. He groaned as the cum welled up inside him and spilled out into Fiona's open mouth. He came again and again, thinking he was never going to stop. Some of his seed spilled on to her face and hair, and up her nose, but most of it met its target and landed in her mouth.

As it flowed its way back into her throat, she began to gag, and fearful that the other girls would hear her, Jonathan lifted her head gently, and coaxed her to drink water from a glass that Sam had left next to the bed. Fiona managed to swallow a few sips, and down went Jonathan's hot cum with it.

He laid her back down, and surveyed the mess he had created. Satisfied, and with a smug grin on his face, he returned to his room.