When I woke up, the tip of Andrew's cock, now flaccid, was still snuggly pressed into my asshole. I loved the feeling of it. After our talk yesterday, I felt so much better. I flexed my pussy ring, hoping to harden up his cock. I repeated this a few times and then felt his hand reaching forward to grope my chest. "Good morning bitch. Got an eager beaver huh?" He pressed me flat on my stomach against the bed, then started humping me hard with his morning wood. "Just a quick one then we've got to go." A "quick" one for Andrew meant at least twenty minutes, so i settled in. After about twenty five minutes, I felt the familiar sensation of him filling my asshole with semen. He crammed his fingers in my mouth laughing to stifle my moans "Quiet bitch, we don't want to wake the guys up. Otherwise we'll never get out of here." He pulled his wet cock from my ass, wiped it on my smooth ass cheeks, then jumped out of bed and pulled on his sweatpants.
"Can I get a pair of panties Papi?"
He zipped up the duffel bag, "Don't bother." We walked out into the dark living room, and quietly left through the front door. Once in the car, he pulled his cock back out. I couldn't believe his stamina sometimes. "Back to work bitch." I put my head in his lap to take his cock as we backed out of the driveway, heading back to school.
I don't know what made me do it. Part of it was the conversation I had had with Andrew the night before. Part of it was just because I was horny. When Andrew handed me a blue satin thong and told me to follow him and got out of the car. I just did. I pulled the thong over my legs and ass, then got out of the car. Andrew didn't even flinch as I walked right beside hip up and into the dorm. Not that I didn't feel completely embarrassed when we passed a group of snickering girls, but in a weird way I felt proud to be with Andrew. We stepped into our suite and before going into our room, ran into Simon who, upon seeing me, stopped and stared, stunned up and down my body. Andrew unlocked the door and said "What up Simon," then ushered me in. The second he closed the door, I didn't care about Simon. My hands were all over Andrew.
To my dismay, he pushed me off, "Not now slut. I've got some shit to do." He went over to his computer and started to type. I stood there disappointed. Realizing I hadn't made contact with the outside world in days, I sat down at my computer and shot off a few emails telling people I was OK, that things were going well (little did they know). After about thirty minutes I saw Andrew stand up. He dropped his sweatpants, leaving on his shirt, and sat back down. "C'mer bitch. Suck on my dick while I finish up sending some emails." I was genuinely happy as I strolled over to him, crawled under his desk, and took his dick into my mouth. For the next half hour, I sucked his cock while he typed. Finally, he held my head down and blew his load into my mouth. I let it fill my mouth before swallowing in a big gulp. He filled my mouth three times before he stopped. I continued to suck, trying to pull out all I could. He slapped me "Shit, what did I tell you. It get's sensitive. Damn." He laughed. "If you want in your mouth it's fine, just hold it there." And so I did. I put his dick in my mouth and just held it there. It felt a lot better than having to leave.
He typed for about ten more minutes and then stood up, jerking his cock out of my mouth. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He picked up his sweatpants as if considering putting them on, then decided instead to take off his shirt. He looked over at me, crawling out from under his desk. He scooted his ass off of the edge of the couch as he watched TV. "Come lick my asshole." I loved how he didn't even ask me. I crawled over and buried my face in his ass. His hairy legs were hanging over my shoulders. I rimmed him for about fifteen minutes while he watched TV.
Eventually, he pulled my head off, now covered in ass sweat, my hair matted against my head. Then he said to me, "Go clean up bitch, then put on some real clothes for once. We're having friends over tonight." As I wandered to the bathroom, I wondered what kind of friends could be coming over that I would need to wear clothes for. Then I marveled at that last thought, realizing how far I had really sunk over the last few days.
I jumped in the shower and cleaned down, loving the feeling of my smooth skin. I completed my now daily ritual of cleaning out my asshole. I stood beneath the steaming hot water, which poured over my face, reflecting on the last few days. What Andrew had said to me in the car on the way home from the rest stop had really resonated. If this is what I wanted, I need to be true to that. I barely even noticed that I was pumping my finger in and out of my new pussy as I thought of it. I laughed and turned the water off. I climbed out of the shower and my mood was further improved. The hot water had done the trick, my forehead was now completely clean. I wrapped the towel around myself and walked back to the room.
I stepped into the room and dropped my towel. That's when I realized that Carl, the short hairy guy who was built like a wrestler, was there. I snatched the towel back up embarrassed. Carl walked over to me and pulled the towel off of me. "No reason to be ashamed around me bitch. I know what you are." Andrew looked up and laughed then returned to his computer work. Carl reached into my drawer and started going through my underwear. He pulled out a black g-string looking thing. Then, he bent over, and pulled it onto me. The black waist strings rested on my hips. "Damn, she does have a fucking nice ass." Carl grabbed it forcefully. "Andrew can I get a piece of her mouth?"
Andrew didn't look away from the computer as he answered, "Yeah but make it quick. People are gonna be here in forty five minutes." Carl jerked down his pants and sat down in my desk chair. Realizing it wasn't up to me, I got down on my knees and took his cock head into my mouth.
From behind me, I heard Andrew say "And don't make a mess of her. I just had her clean up."
"No problem." Carl humped my face with his cock, ramming it down my throat. I flexed my throat muscles as he did and he moaned "Jesus she learns fast. Did you take her to a cocksucking seminar or something?"
Andrew laughed, "Something like that." After a few more minutes of this, Carl started cumming in my mouth. Remember what Andrew said about staying clean, I swallowed every drop.
Carl said, "I had to fight the urge to splooge on your face. You look so good covered in cum. If you were my bitch I wouldn't make you clean it off before guests came over." Annoyed, I stood up and walked over to the couch.
"Put on some clothes," Andrew said. For the first time in days, I put on a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt. I would have worn shorts since the room was so damn hot, but I figured it'd be easier not to show everyone my clean-shaven legs. The jeans felt rough against my skin as all I was wearing was the stringy black thong. After a few minutes, people started to show up.
An hour or so past and the party was in full swing. It was about 17 people, which might seem small. But pack those people into a tiny freshman dorm room and it can seem like a rager. Music was blasting and everyone was getting drunk of beer and whiskey. I was relieved to be in a somewhat normal social setting for once where I wasn't being fucked or filmed, or both. But at the same time, I regretted the fact that Andrew wasn't paying attention to me. Instead, he was sitting in his bed, with his arm around a small blond girl. He was chatting her up but she was giving him the cold shoulder as he touched her leg.
It pissed me off. Who does she think she is? She'd be lucky to get even a minute with Andrew's cock. It made me mad to see him getting rejected but at the same time, I was jealous of her. I wanted Andrew to be paying attention to me. I did my best to avoid Carl, who was continuously playing grabass with me. I think most people chalked it up to good fun, but I was worried someone would put two and two together.
After about an hour everyone was good and drunk. Andrew was still scamming on the blond girl, who was showing a little more interest after a few drinks. I was flush with anger when I saw him making out with her, his hand groping up her shirt. What a slut. This is a room full of people I thought angrily. Then it occurred to me that I wasn't really one to talk.
I heard a knock on the door. I answered and it was Simon. "Oh hey Simon." He looked pissed.
"Listen Kyle, You guys are fucking me over and it's just the first week. I know you've got a ton of drunk underage kids in there and you're not even trying to hide it."
Andrew came up to the door and put his hand on Simon's shoulder. "Let's talk." He stepped outside of the door and closed it behind him. I stood there, glad I didn't have to deal with Simon. The music continued to rage on and a minute later, Andrew peaked in the door and pulled me out. He closed it. The music really was loud. I was surprised Simon didn't say something earlier. I was wasted so Andrew kind of shook me. "Hey! You good?" I nodded, glad to have a moment alone with him. "Good. OK You need to go take care of Simon." He moved to go back into the party. I grabbed him.
"What?!"
"Simon. The R.A."
"I know who you're talking about. I don't want to 'take care of Simon.' He's got braces, and he's short, and? he's just not my type."
Andrew laughed, "Oh sorry. Didn't realize you had a type. Tell me, were all those trucker's who ran a train on you yesterday your type?" I looked at him pathetically. "That's what I thought. Listen I just told him you'd give him a blow job. It's not like you have to let him fuck you or anything. Stop being such a pussy and get on with it." He turned to go into the room but I stopped him.
"Are you gonna fuck her?"
He looked at me and smiled. "Maybe." and stepped inside and closed the door. I couldn't believe it. Just when I thought things were going so well, he kicks me out of my own dorm room so he could bang some blond chick while whoring me out to the R.A. to stop him from breaking up the party. I shook my head pissed off wondering what to do. As I stood there, drunk as hell and kind of horny after being ignored for hours, I began to think of Simon. He wasn't that bad. Even if he was a loud mouth and had braces. He was alright looking. Stocky and short. Not a big guy. I wondered curiously how big his cock is. I thought to myself, That ginger was huge and he didn't have a big cock. I bet some little guys are packing. Without even realizing it, I had wandered to Simon's door. Taking it as a sign, I knocked nervously. As I waited for him to answer, I wondered how much Andrew had explained to him.
He answered in a pair of athletic shorts and didn't have a shirt on. He was slightly hairy, and had a bit of a belly. He was in bare feet. He looked at me "What's up Kyle."
I shuffled awkwardly, "Hey."
He sat on the couch and picked up something from the coffee table. I realized it was a joint, which he lit and started puffing on, blowing the smoke out the window. "Damn you're pretty drunk huh?" He laughed loudly. "Well then at least I can ask you some questions. What's the deal with you and Andrew? Come hit this." I had never smoked before, but I sat down next to him and took a long hit. I coughed hard before talking, "I don't know. We just sort of. You know?"
"You mean you just sort of let him fuck you in your asshole." He laughed again, his braces showing. He took the joint back and hit it again then he leaned in and said, come here. He pressed his lips up to mine. It occurred to me that despite all of the loads I had swallowed, despite all of the dicks I'd had shoved up my ass, despite all the men I'd fucked, and despite the hours of footage, I had never kissed a guy before. I began to kiss back as Simon blew smoke into my mouth. I began to choke as he laughed "Jesus, did you think I was kissing you bitch? It's called a shotgun." I looked down embarrassed, my jeans were already tenting. It was then that I remembered that I was wearing a thong. Then I remembered that he had seen me in the panties earlier and felt relieved. He pulled my head toward him and again, blew smoke into my mouth, our lips pressed tightly together. My body sunk into his. "Jesus slut. Calm down. Ha ha. Get your fucking clothes off."
My head was spinning from the liquor and weed. Simon killed the joint and threw it in an open beer bottle. He walked over to his computer, opened a program, then pointed his webcam at the couch. He hit a big recording button and I saw the light go on. Damnit. Can I get fucked even once without somebody filming it for the whole fucking world to see. I decided to say something. "Are you gonna tape this."
"Yeah, Andrew says you're into that shit." I didn't even say anything as he walked toward me. I could see his harden already growing in his shorts as he walked tower me. With my shirt off, I began to lower my jeans, knowing the webcam was filming as my black g string came into view. "Christ, how many times a day do you change your underwear."
Without thinking I said "Carl made me wear these."
Simon laughed. He stepped up and started pinching my nipples. "Fuck you're letting that asshole fuck you too?"
I tried to explain. "No, he just made me suck his dick a few times." I realized this made me sound even more pathetic.
Simon laughed, "You really are a slut." He put one of his hands on the top of my head and started to push me down. "OK then slut. Put my pinga in your mouth." I dropped to my knees and my heart raced as I started to lower his athletic shorts. He had no underwear on beneath them. Once I got them around his hips, they dropped quickly to the floor. He stepped out of them as his cock bounced up and hit me in the face. I was right! Simon had a big cock. It was a little smaller than Andrew's but, relative to Simon's short stature, it seemed huge. My mouth was watering immediately. I leaned forward to take him in, but his hand gripped my head by the hair and held me back. I hadn't really expected this type of behavior out of Simon when I first met him. You wouldn't think it by the way he acted. But he was turning me on. "Beg me for it. Beg me for my pinga."
And beg I did. I wanted it so bad. I had completely forgotten about Andrew and the blonde. "Please give me your pinga. I'll do anything. Please."
He pulled my face up by the hair, looking me in the eye. "You going to let me fuck you?"
"YES!"
"And you're gonna let me jizz in your pussy?"
"YES!"
"And you're gonna let me post the video online?"
"YES! PLEASE JUST LET ME SUCK YOUR PINGA!" He started laughing and crammed it into my mouth, all the way down my throat. His ass rocked up and down as he pumped his cock into quickly learning mouth. He was moaning loudly and started driving his cock in and out rapidly like a jackhammer. I worried at times if he might break my nose as his pelvis crashed into my face repeatedly. I rubbed my panties as I sucked him down. He humped my face for a good ten minutes before standing me up and pinching my ass.
"You ready to get stuffed puta?" He laughed. Despite his size, he was strong. He pushed me onto the couch, then pulled me onto my side. He straddled one of my legs, pulling the other up over his shoulder. Then, he positioned his fat dick at my asshole, pushing aside the g string for easy access, and started to grind his cock head into me. I moaned loudly in pleasure. He teased me for a few minutes, only grazing my hole with the tip.
I couldn't stand it. I was begging like a two dollar whore "Please fuck me. I can't stand it. Do whatever you want, just please fuck me now." He laughed. I must have finally seemed desperate enough because he quickly slid the entire length of his penis into my pussy. I moaned loudly, as I now realize I am prone to doing. He again started to quickly jackhammer in and out of me. My ass cheeks jiggled as he pumped his thick cock in and out of me at incredible speed. From my mouth came a continuous, raspy groan, which vibrated as he pounded me. I looked up at the camera, realizing I must really look like a cockslut. And I was. I closed my eyes and accepted it. "Oh my god don't stop Simon. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy. Please."
Simon then flipped me onto my stomach and perched above me, his hands on my hips. He fed his cock back into my open hole and started pumping again. I moaned loudly as his cock ground against my prostate. He jerked my ass up off the couch and continued to fuck me. My cock swung limply between my legs but it dripped precum freely, and I felt like I was pissing. His cock continued to pound me when my cock, still soft, spewed cum onto the couch. I could feel my asshole clamping hard around his dick as he moaned. "Get ready bitch. About to cum in that ass." I felt his semen filling me up. I flexed my ass muscles even harder around his cock, trying to milk as much out of it as I could. He continued to hump me until finally thrusting deep in and holding it there. I could feel a few last ropes of come drip out before he drew out completely. I instinctively clamped my asshole shut, not wanting to drip cum onto his already dirty couch. My ass hole was so stretched though that I worried I would be able to hold it. Instead, I simply put my hand under my ass, holding it in case any cum came out. As Simon stood up from the couch, I reached forward and took his slimy dick into my mouth to clean him off. He laughed and looked at the camera, giving the thumbs up "Bonus! She's full of all sorts of surprises." He tugged his cock out and walked over to his shorts. He pulled them back up, as I sat with my hand still catching cum that dripped out of my clamped ass hole. I heard Simon start to laugh. "Umm? Why are you still here bitch?"
I looked over to him, "Oh sorry, should I go?"
"Yeah, before your asshole opens up and spills out that massive load onto my fucking couch." He picked up my jeans and my shirt and tossed them to me. I stood up, my hand still clamped over my ass. I now saw that he was holding the web cam filming me as I left, embarrassed. I pulled my hand away from my ass, then regretted it, as semen immediately began gushing down the insides of my legs. He zoomed in laughing. "Later bitch. See you around the dorms."
I ran out and immediately ducked into the bathroom. I heard someone in the shower, so I ran to a stall. I sat down and immediately tried to push the remaining semen out of my asshole. I didn't even bother with toilet paper, I reached my hands up in there and began scooping as much out as I could. I stood up, pulled my jeans over my sticky legs and through my shirt on. I walked out to the sink and started to wash my hands. As I did, the inner slut in me began to come out. I began to wonder who was in the shower. How big their cock was. I shook it off, splashed water on my face, and went back to the room. The music had died down by now. I entered to find that everyone had left. The lights were out and I could see that Andrew was in bed with someone. I dropped my pants and walked over. As I climbed up to get in my bed, I realized it was the blond chick and she was naked next to Andrew who was wearing a shirt but no pants. Thankfully, she was sleeping as my g-stringed ass climbed to the top bunk. As I set my head on the pillow the bed started to move.
Oh my god he's fucking her. The bed was shaking as I heard him whispering softly in her ear. "You like that baby? You OK? Tell me if I'm hurting you." He was being so tender and sweet. A lot more than he ever had been with me. I jealously pulled the covers over my head and tried to think of something else as I listened to my Papi hump the girl below me.