1 comments/ 37934 views/ 11 favorites Scarlett's Dorm Ch. 01 By: DarkArchitect I slipped out of the dorm shower, turning the cold water off slowly. I walked naked across the floor of the bathroom we shared with the girls next door and into my dorm room. Not bothering to dry I examined my dripping figure in the mirror. Water continued to drip down from my razor sharp choppy layered hair as I cupped my full breasts and gave them a good squeeze. I had always been relatively flat chested, but given my petite frame they had hardly looked out of place. Over the summer, however, they had filled out quiet nicely, pressing tightly against my now undersized 32B bras. I then began the process of straightening my hair in the mirror, drawing it out with a comb and blow drying it was enough to get it just right. The fringe of my hair would fall lower then my eyebrows across my face before lengthening to slightly conceal my left eye, while the hair surrounding my face was down past my shoulders, framing my deep green eyes and pouty lips. My style would probably be best described as emo with my jet black glossy hair, smooth pale skin and my affinity for all things black. Black clothes, underwear, bikinis, and dildos and well no black guys yet but I guess that is what college is for. Once I was satisfied that my hair would behave for the rest of the night I began to wipe the remaining water from my body, giving a half turn to check out my ass. I had been told on several occasions that I had a perfect ass and looking at myself in mirror I didn't have any motivation to disagree. I had always thought I had a great ass and a nice set of hips which were complemented by my pale flat stomach. I also have slim thighs that never meet and give the impression that you could fuck me where I stand from either the front or the back, which I have come to admit is actually a true statement. Once I was dry enough I walked unclothed to my desk and plopped down in my seat. It was the Sunday before welcome week and I had settled into my dorm room a bit early. I had never met my roommate and she was not supposed to move in until Tuesday, so I had the place to myself until then. Most of the dorm was empty at this point but the sound of people moving in was almost constant. The dorm itself was enormous. Eight stories in all and four floors were all girls while the other four were designated to the guys. I had been placed on the seventh floor between two of the guy floors. With it still being late summer, my room was sweltering hot, giving little reason for clothing. I hoped my roommate was not going to be much of a prude because I generally kept clothing to a minimum in my room and with plenty of guys around it was sure to be an interesting mix, which I was admittedly looking a little forward to. I figured if you got it, you might as well use it to tease guys relentlessly with it and the thought of being checked out was a turn on for me, even now as I browse over my school schedule on my computer, completely naked with the lights on. Of course being this high in the sky you can get away with that. Suddenly there was a knock at the door causing me to jump slightly, jiggling my now larger breasts a bit more than I was used to. Looking down at them I gave them a quick squeeze before getting up from my seat. "Just a second," I called. I quickly slid on some tight black boy shorts and a black lace bra, which were not surprisingly the only things out. Glancing through the peephole in my door, I let out a pained groan. It was the floor R.A. with a clipboard in tow. Having already sounded my voice I did not have much choice in not opening the door. Disappointed I opened my door to her. "Room inspection," she grunted. Moving into my room she began to inspect the walls of my room for damages. "Anything that you would like to report?" she inquired. "Nothing that I can think of no," with a slight frown on her face she moved past me and began to inspect under my sink. My R.A. wasn't much of a site and gave the impression of a slightly overweight band nerd and her R.A. empowered attitude was already grating my nerves. "Did you even check the place out before you moved in? You know we fine you for damages at the end of the year, right?" I was about to lose my temper when I spotted two guys in the hallway glancing into my room and taking an apparent interest in my outfit. At least this wasn't totally in vain I thought. "Are you listening?" she hissed. "Yes thank you, are you done now?" With that she handed me the clipboard and had me sign off her sheet. "I would also put on some more clothes too before you answer your door, there are a lot of guys around here that might get the wrong impression," she lectured. "Sounds like fun," I said. Pressing a finger into my bare shoulder, "If I find a guy in your room after hours you can get into some serious trouble missy or if you're caught on any other floor after hours it gets back to me, got it?" with that she was gone. Sitting back down in my chair I rolled my eyes fuming as I thought about that stupid R.A., I bet she hasn't got laid in years I muttered as I went back to getting my school schedule all sorted out. The night seemed to drag on as I pecked away at my computer forgetting at times my door was wide open, occasionally looking over if I felt a presence in the doorway. A few girls had walked by but hadn't given my room much though as they walked past, shouldn't be a big deal if I lay around in my underwear anyhow I thought. Before I knew it, it was late, the clock showed 3:30am and the dorm had quieted, only the hum of the florescent lights in the hallway made a sound. It was getting late and I was getting horny, I needed something to keep my thoughts straight as I chatted casually with some of my friends online. Then I had remembered the pop and candy machines just down the hallway. I got a dollar from my purse and decided to get a pop to drink, plus it would be nice to get out of the dorm room for a bit. Since it was so late I had not bothered to change, locking my dorm room behind me and sliding the key into the lace cup of my undersized bra. I walked down the hallway through another door which only girls on the floor had keys to and out into the lounge area for our floor. Walking over to the pop machine I discovered that my choice of pop had been sold out. With a pout I stood there and tapped my barefoot on the ground. After some thought I decided I would check the guy's vending machine on the floor above me. With that I entered the stairwell, my footsteps echoing all the way down and back up again. It didn't sound like anyone was around at all. I found the lounge on the guys floor deserted, no doubt from more R.A. interference I thought. Making my way over to the small room with the pop machines I began to check out what they had left. To my delight I found it and pressed the button. Just then I heard the guy's only door swing open and a voice fill the air. "Yeah...well...um I don't think I can make it out there to...pick you up and stuff." He sounded drunk and was coming near the vending machine room. I cursed as I had made my pop selection and the loud mechanical sound of the machine as well as the thud of my pop bottle hitting the ground gave my unseen visitor pause. Looking up I saw the owner of the voice in the door frame to the room. Upon seeing me his phone slipped from his unsteady hand and broke open on the floor. His jaw dropped as a confused look came over his face, undoubtedly I had taken him by surprise but now in his drunken haze he was unsure if he should look down at his phone or at me in my tight black boy shorts and a bra that seemed to overflow with my full chest. He was taller than me, but not too tall, thin white frame, shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. Feeling empowered by his state I decided to have a little fun. Turning my back to him I slowly bent over at the waist to grab my pop from the bottom of the machine, keeping my legs straight and ass high in the air. "Sorry did I scare you?" I said turning my head around, still bent over. "Damn you have a nice ass," he blurted. "Um...sorry I've been drinking and stuff." I straighten up and faced him, cracking open my pop and taking a drink. "Yeah I noticed," I said with a sly smile. "Can I touch it?" Taking another drink I looked up at him again. "Can you touch what?" "That cute little ass of yours," he mumbled as he slid against the wall of the room before righting himself. Pausing for a moment I shrugged. "Aww come on, just a little squeeze, don't be lame." I took another swig of my pop and set it on the floor. I placed both of my hands on the front of the pop machine and bent at the waist, arching my back and popping my ass into the air, legs tightly together. For a moment he looked confused and was a bit unsure. "Seriously?" he stammered. I gave him a little nod and he quickly made his way behind me. Expecting a squeeze on the outside of my boy shorts I was a bit surprised to find his hands sliding down the top of them and firmly massaging my ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly in his hands. The feel, although rough and clumsy was electric and I felt wetness between my legs. "Okay partner times up," I told him and just as I turned my head to tell him again he slid my boy shorts down my legs with one quick motion, exposing my bare ass to him as he stood back and admired. I bent over and picked up my boy shorts from my ankles and put them back on. "You think that's funny?" I said. Turning around I pushed him into the wall behind him. "Whoa, whoa my bad," he defended, a devious smile on his face. I approached him and placed my right hand on the crotch of his jeans and began to massage. He let out a loud groan as I felt his cock instantly harden inside his pants. "Bet you like that too," I whispered in his ear, he nodded slowly in response. I roughly undid his fly and slid my hand in, gripping the shaft of his cock and guiding it out the fly of his boxers then the fly of his jeans. I began to roughly jerk his cock off, faster and faster. Not able to think he leaned against the wall with his eyes half open, groaning softly. I felt his cock stiffen further and pre-cum ooze from his cockhead. With him watching I leaned over and cupped my other hand at the end of his lengthening shaft waiting to catch his cum. His cock was a decent size and stood perfectly at attention. Then almost as quickly as it had began it was over, I slowed my hand motion and milked the long ropes of cum that gushed out into my cupped hand. I was surprised at how much cum he had as it filled up most of my hand. Once I was satisfied he was completely drained I took a step back and grabbed my pop from the floor. Unscrewing the top with my other hand, now slightly exhaust from jacking off his thick cock, I began to pour his cum into the pop bottle. After some careful pouring, his cum brought the level of my pop right to the top of the bottle. I turned to him, his jaw on the floor, still not sure about what to make of the situation. "Thanks for the drink," I smiled and I gave a long slow lick of the remaining cum on the palm of my hand. After a cute little wink I made my way back down to my dorm room. Locking the door behind me I sat at my computer and enjoyed the last of my pop. Scarlett's Dorm Ch. 02 After my late night last night I was certainly in no mood to wake up today, rolling over I squinted at my alarm clock. It was 11:30am, I groaned audibly as I made my way from my bed to the shower, losing my tight black boy shorts and lace bra along the way. After a quick shower and some necessary time straightening my jet black hair in the mirror, I ran though the errands I had to run today. First on the list was a trip to the bookstore to get my course books that I would need starting next week. Since it was my first time out and about in my new college town I decided to have a little fun with it. I slipped on a short black cotton skirt and busty black tank top. The spaghetti string tank top was complimented by the strings from my hot pink push-up bra, which brought a great deal of attention to my exposed cleavage which pressed nicely against my thin frame. To top it off I slid on a matching hot pink thong underneath my frilly cotton skirt instead of the boy shorts I typically wear with it. After an extended inspection in the mirror and a quick bite to eat I grabbed my little booklist and purse and made for the door, where I put on my cute black belted mid-calf boots. As I made my way to the elevator I came to the realization of a slight oversight, while the heel of my boots were slight, it appeared to be enough to bring the bottom level of my skirt quiet close to the bottom of my bare ass cheeks. While I deliberated as to whether I should go back to my dorm room and change my boots I noticed a girl from my floor holding the elevator door for me. Guess that settles that I thought as I slipped into the elevator. The bookstore was several miles away and required that I get on one of the campus buses to get there. The day was overcast and a bit windy, but the air was comfortably warm. The windy conditions teased my skirt up over portions of my ass on occasion, forcing me to walk with a hand on either side of my wind slippery skirt. I felt nearly bottomless as the cool wind continued to rush up and underneath my skirt. Soon I had made my way to the bus stop and took shelter in the small enclosure. Here I scanned the bus routes and figured out which bus to wait for, which was said to arrive at this stop in a few minutes. Since I had some time I took a seat on one of the small benches inside the enclosure, doing my best to place my skirt between my ass cheeks and the dirtied plastic bench. My time at the bus stop alone was short lived. Two guys had walked their way to the bus stop as well and were laughing and joking with each other as they approached. They noticed me immediately, with their eyes collectively scanning my body up and down. I looked up briefly, giving them a slight smile concealed partially by my razor sharp black hair. "How's it going?" the one guy asked as we made eye contact briefly. His tone was overly smooth and hinted at more devious motives then just plain curiosity. Sensing that he had every intention of hitting on this little bus stop hotty, I crossed my legs casually, letting the frill of my skirt slide up my smooth pale thighs, exposing a great deal more leg in the process. "Pretty good, how are you?" I responded, adjusting my hair to look up at him. He was tall, probably around six feet in height, with a muscular build that was nicely toned from the campus weight room. His short black hair, green eyes along with his body made him quite attractive. During the conversation I learned that his name was Courtland and that he and his friend, Harper lived on the second floor of my dorm building. "I'm doing pretty good myself. A little hung over from a crazy night but good. What you up to today?" he asked. This started a casual conversation between me and the two guys that lasted until my bus arrived. Both of them seemed to have taken a liking to me and were pleased to hear that I was waiting for the same bus as them. When it arrived, the bus was packed full with students, checking the number on the side of the bus again, I frowned as the bus door swung open and not a sole was getting off. It was standing room only now and most of the hand rungs were occupied with chatting students already. "After you," remarked Harper as he gestured for me to get on the bus in front of them. I obliged and walked up the few steps of the bus, realizing mid-step that my skirt began to betray me once again and was sliding up slowly over my ass cheek. With a quick motion I held my skirt in check but not before the damage had been done. Looking back I saw the smile on Harper's face as the three of us made our way onto the bus. I found a ring to hold onto near the back of the bus, once situated I looked up to see the less graceful Harper push his way through the crowd towards me. Harper was slightly shorter than Courtland, but also seemed more muscular and stocky because of it. He had a head of hair similar to that of Courtland but with deep blue eyes that I found to be attractive in a devious kind of way. Soon enough Harper had found an empty ring directly behind me, pressing his body slightly against mine. "This shit is crazy," he muttered. "Yeah, I hope it's not always like this," I said, turned my head over my shoulder. It was nearly a minute before Courtland had made his way to the back of the bus through the crowd as well, taking a ring slightly in front of me. The bus jumped to a start and I leaned back unintentionally into Harper. He grabbed my hip with his free hand to steady me, before giving the side of my stomach a playful squeeze as the bus continued to accelerate and press my ass back into his crotch. Once the bus was up to speed I was able to straighten myself and lift my ass from his crotch slightly and manage small talk with him about school. The conversation went on like this until acceleration from a stop light pressed my ass into his crotch again, this time the smooth fabric of his jeans was replaced by a hard bulge that now pressed firmly between my ass cheeks. It was the undeniable feel of a hard downwardly pointed cock. I had felt the sensation before frequently while grinding against guys at the dance clubs or house parties but never in a setting like this. Before long I felt his hand on the side of my stomach once again, but the playful squeeze had turned into a slow massage. With people on every side his advances went unnoticed to the other passengers. Making a slight glance out the window I noticed that my stop was close. I figured I could only get into so much trouble in the next few moments that I might as well play along. Placing both my feet slightly closer to him I began to flex and grind my soft ass checks into his erect cock. His hold on my hip grew tighter to hold me in place as I did this slight motion. His cock strained against the fabric of his jeans as my ass cheeks positioned themselves on either side of it, wiggling against the sides of his thickening cock. As my stop neared I casually rang the bell for the bus to stop but not before I glided my ass over his crotch once more, teasing his bulge. To his credit he never made much of a fuss but a glance back at him showed his deep concentration in the matter at hand as well as crushing disappointment as I lifted my ass off of his crotch to exit the bus. He disappointedly let go of my side and watched me melt into the crowd in front of him. After some skillful maneuvering I made my way off the bus and onto the sidewalk, where I started my short walk to the bookstore. The guys had remained on the bus but I expected to see them again, being in the same building and all. As I made my way into the bookstore I realized that the crotch of my thong was soaked and that my face was flush and hot seems that I had gotten quite worked up on the bus. Caught in the moment I barely realized how wound up I was and now my body was screaming to be satisfied. I clumsily got out my booklist from my purse and looked around. The bookstore was packed with students trying to find their books and the scene was utter chaos. Squeezing my way through the first aisle I began my search. It was nearly impossible to navigate as I would feel my helpless little skirt slide up this way and that, but being as horny as I was now I didn't mind these slight tugs. Trying to concentrate on finding my books was proving very difficult and took me the better part of an hour. Five books heavier and several hundred dollars lighter I exited the bookstore and began my short journey to the bus stop. With a heavy bag in each hand I found the front and back of my short little skirt at the mercy of the wind, riding up my smooth thighs and flashing briefly my tight hot pink panties and ever dampening crotch. On the bus ride back I was fortunately able to grab a seat and finally put my heavy bags down. The bus once again jumped to a start and rumbled its way down the road. I let out a soft unexpected moan as the vibrations from the bus massaged against my crotch. Hesitating to move I sat there and enjoyed the vibrations until I felt my face grow slightly flush and that now was probably a good time to stop. I could play with my dildos in my dorm room for the rest of the afternoon I reasoned. With that I uncrossed my legs, adjusted my skirt and tried to regain my composure. By intention or not I found Courtland in the dorm lobby on his cell phone, relaxing on one of the many couches that dotted the area. As I made my way to the elevator I saw him get up and end his phone call. "Looks like you have quiet the load of books there," he said. "Yeah there a bit of a pain I have to say," I responded. "Need some help with them?" he asked as he slipped into the elevator next to me. "No, I'm fine thanks, I'm a tough cookie," I said with a sly smile. Setting my bags down, I pressed the seven button on the elevator. Courtland leaned in and pressed eight with his big hand, lingering in front of me and taking a long look at my exposed cleavage. "Yeah you look like a rough and tough little thing alright," he said with a devious smile. "I suppose I can be," I said. Backing away from him slightly and leaning against the steel tube handrail that ran the back length of the elevator and bent along both its sides. Leaning back with my legs crossed at my ankles, he looked me up and down again, enjoying the shortness of my skirt and the flirty way my eyes looked up at him through my hair. It was too much for him as I saw him turn slightly and jam the emergency stop button on the elevator. The old elevator came to a slow screeching stop between the third and fourth floor. He made a quick advance across the elevator and moved my hair back from my face, kissing me in such a fit of lust that my body craved. I reacted by kissing him back, making out with him roughly against the back wall of the elevator. His large hands groped at my breasts through my low cut tank top, before sliding their way up my shirt for a better feel. His hands continued to my back where I felt the clasp of my bra surrender itself as both tank top and bra were roughly tugged up over my chest, exposing my breasts completely from the bottom up. We both moaned slightly as he more then filled his hands up with my smooth pale breasts. His warm hands felt amazing against them and he continued to massage them in both his hands, occasionally pitching and twisting at my nipples. Courtland was nearly a foot taller than me and leaning down to both kiss me and grope my chest was proving a bit difficult for him. Placing a hand on either side of me I lifted myself up onto the handrail in the back corner where I had the most room to sit. Courtland pressed his body in between my legs, kissing me roughly. Next he brought his muscular arms underneath each of my legs and lifted them both up over the railing, dropping my legs between the wall and the railing. I leaned back away from him to inspect my predicament. My legs were immobilized, spread at a right angle between the back and side walls of the elevator. My skirt rode up around my waist exposing my ass cheeks to the cold metal handrail and thanks to my big breasts I had no idea that the wet crotch of my pink thong was now on display for Courtland. Courtland didn't seem to notice my predicament right away either as he continued to greedily squeezed my breasts. "You've got the biggest tits for a girl your size," he muttered, cupping them both and enjoying their weight in his hands. Next his hands ran lightly over my stomach, "Damn flat stomach too." I bit my lip as I again became conscious of how wet I was under my thong. Almost on cue, his hands slid down over my skirt, and down to my crotch. He began to massage the wet spot of my thong. I let out a long low moan as he sped up his hand, massaging my clit through the fabric of my thong. Moments later I felt his large fingers push the fabric of my thong directly over my pussy hole, pumping the fabric in and out of my pussy as deep as the abused thong would allow. The penetration was slight but I felt once again my body soaking its juices into my thong, craving for it to press deeper. With each pump of his fingers I let out I soft moan. "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh," I whispered as I began to breath heavier as my desire for him to penetrate me with his fingers was making me dizzy with lust. My hips began to buck against his hand as I tried to grind my clit into his palm. "You like that don't you?" he asked, massaging my crotch with his entire hand now. I bit my lip and stared at him, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to contain yet another yelp as he vigorous massaged the fabric of my thong over my clit. "Too bad this pesky thong is in the way," he said. Our eyes met again and a devious smile came across his face. "And here I thought you said you worked out a lot," I teased, slightly out of breath. "I do," he shot back, a bit more defensively then I thought he should have but it had the intended effect. He his slid his hand along the inside of my thigh and up towards my waist, grabbing the fabric of my thong in his one hand pressing his other into my chest, mashing my breasts together as he pushed me back against the wall and pulled violently on my thong strap. I winced as the thong strap dug in tightly to the top of my buttocks and along the pussy wet crack of my ass cheeks. He pulled again, harder this time and pressing my breasts into me and myself firmly against the corner of the elevator. My breasts spilled out over the top of his large hand and pressed up near my chin, with my twisted tank top and bra falling in against my neck. As he continued to stretch the material of my thong in his muscular grasp I began to take long slow wet licks of the top of my breasts, looking up at him through the fringe of my jet black hair. This image was too much for him it seemed as my thong strap along my hip snapped with one final violent tug. The frayed and ripped thong surrendered its grasp around my hip and fell from my leg, exposing with it my now helpless pussy. Courtland did not waste a second as he plunged two fingers deep into my soaking cunt. I fell forward into him at the sudden invasion, only to be pressed firmly against the corner of the elevator again. His fingers pumped deep into my wet inner walls as I began to moan uncontrollably. My legs began to shake erratically in their improvised holsters as he began taking full pumps in and out my sopping wet pussy. An audible squishy sound filled the air along with my soft moans and the sound of my own wetness through me into orgasm. I leaned forward into Courtland again and clawed into his back through his shirt as I muffled my scream against his shoulder. Once again Courtland pressed me back against the corner of the elevator by my breasts and continued to piston his fingers deep in and out of me. Sweat began to pour down my face as I continued to move my hips against his hand. I finally resolved to remove my tank top and bra from around my neck, peeling the damp fabrics up and over my head and onto the floor. In nothing more then a short black skirt and boots I quivered my legs uncontrollably, tightening my pussy around his large fingers, milking them in and out of my tight hole. I felt another orgasm send shocks through my body, this time I lost my balance and fell forward into Courtland as I writhed against his body, this was met by his muscular hand on my left breast and a firm push against the corner once again, back to my helpless finger fucking position by his tireless arm. Then with a sudden clank of metal the elevator started upwards again, much to the surprise of both of us. Courtland quickly backed up and wiped his soaked hand against the side of his jeans. He went back to the emergency button and pressed it again, this time the elevator did not stop, but keep going up to the seventh floor. After much exertion I was able to lift one of my wobbly legs from its place and steady it on the ground, followed slowly by the other. Quickly as I could I began to untwist my tank top from my bra as we were now almost to my floor. "Don't want to forget this now," Courtland snickered as he threw my frayed thong into my book bag. I was finally able to untangle my tank top and bra. Looking at how close we were to my floor I did not have time to put on both. I slid on my tank top over my head. As I was doing this Courtland snatched my black push-up bra from my hands. "Hey, I'll need that eventually," I said. "Room 218 if you want it back," he answered. I rolled my eyes and went to make a move for it, but he hid it behind his back just as the elevator doors squeaked open. Two girls were busy talking to each other outside the elevators, waiting for an elevator going down. I hurried past them still a bit out of breath and walked down the hall to my room. Once in my room I threw myself on my bed, my legs still shaking. Scarlett's Dorm Ch. 03 Still worked up from the finger fucking I had received in the elevator I slid out of bed to place my newly purchased books on their shelf. In the bottom of a bag I found my torn and frayed hot pink thong I had been tightly wearing under my skirt this afternoon, or at least until Courtland got his hands on it. It was soaked through with my wetness and landed with a playful slap in the bottom of my aluminum trash can as I ventured again into my underwear drawer. Now that Courtland was holding my hot pink push-up bra for ransom I needed another bra as well. With a slight nostalgic smile I slipped on a pair of my Hello Kitty boy shorts and bra. I had had these for the longest time, the boy shorts were a tight black spandex material with a white Hello Kitty logo angled across my left ass cheek, the bra was equally as cute, all black with another white Hello Kitty logo on the left cup. I undressed completely and modeled the pair in the mirror. My ass was still its tight cute little self since high school but the bra needed to be shifted a bit to support my bigger breasts. Once I was satisfied that my big tits were properly supported I put on my tight busty black tank top and inspected my smooth pale cleavage once again in the mirror. Groping my cleavage playfully in the mirror and giving my flat stomach a pat, I walked over and slipped on my short black frilly skirt. After that I reapplied my eye shadow and put on a pair of my mid-calf leather boots and left my dorm room, with the intention of getting my pushup bra back. Taking the elevator down, I made my way slowly down the hall to room 218. Many of the guys on this floor were now moved in and the majority of the room doors were propped open. Taking in quick glances of a few I found most of the room filed with a handful of guys in a half circle around a television watching sports or playing video games. Arriving at Courtland's, however, I found the door closed. With a quick knock I waited patiently outside the door slightly aroused at my little predicament. Courtland opened the door slightly and with a sly grin he welcomed me into his dorm room, closing the door behind me. "Suppose you want that bra of yours back, don't you?" he asked with the bra in his hand. "Yeah that would be nice," I answered leaning back against the door, looking up at him through the fringe of my hair. "Well what do I get out of this deal?" he asked, swinging the bra slightly back and forth on his index finger. "The satisfaction of reuniting a cute girl with one of her cute missing bras," I said. Scanning me up and down, he thought to himself quietly. "Tempting as that sounds, I was thinking more along the lines of some physical satisfaction, seeing how I gave you some in the elevator." "Oh is that right?" I asked innocently. "Yeah that's right and seeing how I have your bra and got a nice feel of those tits, I only think its fair that my dick gets a good feel of 'em too," he said with a devious smile, a little more serious than before. My eyes locked with his as I listen, before mine wondered off thoughtfully to the ceiling. "So you want to tit fuck me then?" I asked. "That's right," he answered. "Then I get my bra back?" I asked, my eyes once again meeting his glance. "Certainly," he said lightly, very much satisfied with my apparent interest in the idea. After a slight pause I began to slowly grope my breasts in front of him, once again looking up at the ceiling, biting my lower lip as I thought about it. "Okay," I answered, as I let my hands drop to my sides and then slide them between my ass and the door, "how do you want to do it?" "Up to you," he said with an indifferent shrug and wide smile. "Take a seat," I said. Slowly he turned around and pulled out his chair from his desk. Once I saw that he was settled in I hopped on his lap and we began to kiss slowly, my legs straddled his waist, raising my skirt up around my hips as we leaned in, making out in such a fit of lust that I had to stop and catch my breath before he again slid his tongue into my mouth, which I licked against roughly. After a few minutes I was well in the mood and I dropped to my knees, peeling off my tight black tank top and setting it on the floor. As I did this I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper as Courtland tugged down his jeans and boxers. His stiffened cock sprang lose from the leg of his boxers. He relaxed his hips with his cock fully erect. It was a good size, about seven inches long and nice and thick, certainly enough to give my chest a good fucking and end with a mess. Looking up at him between his separated legs I gave a sly smile as I unclasped my bra and let it fall to my side. My nipples harden against the cooler second floor air as my pale breasts were again on full display for Courtland. "You have any baby oil?" I asked. Courtland fixated on my full breasts was slow to answer but finally responded that he had none. "So you've done this before, eh?" he teased. "Every chance I get," I teased back as I pushed his hard cock between my breast and gave it a good squeeze. Courtland gave a slight groan of approval, raising his hips up slightly to pump his cock deep in between my plump tits. I massaged his throbbing cock with my soft breasts, bobbing my body up and down against his cock. Courtland slouched in his chair and thrust his hips with the motion of my body exploiting every inch of my cleavage. I looked up at him through the fringe of my hair, breathing slightly heavier I bit the corner of my lip and looked down at his cock head popping through the top of my breasts before I plunged his cock back down again. The more I watched his cock against my breasts the more I wanted to slide it in my mouth and suck on it. Resisting the urge I continue to pump my breasts up and down but in short quicker strokes, working his cock out away from my body and completely surrounding it with my soft pale cleavage. Courtland moaned again, looking down at me, his hip thrusts were losing some of their rhythm with my motions and I could tell he was getting close to blasting his cum everywhere. Just then a knock came at the door, loud and hard. I jumped slightly back in fright from the sound. Courtland instinctively pushed in the chair slightly and threw a blanket across his lap. I now found myself below his desk, still on my knees as Courtland's door swung wide open. "Hey you coming over to watch the game?" the voice called to him. "Yeah I'll be there in a few minutes," responded Courtland. "What you looking at over there?" the voice asked, "you look like my fucking Grandma with the blanket like that." "I was just looking at some videos that my buddy posted," lied the slightly exasperated Courtland. As they talked I tried to get comfortable in my tight quarters which I now had to share with a hard cock in my face. I situated myself under the blanket and tried to wait patiently as the conversation rolled on between a much hurried Courtland and his drawn out visitor. His cock stayed rigid and was getting to be too much for me in those circumstances so without delay I began to suck hard up and down his cock. Taken a bit by surprise Courtland's leg twitched as he paused in his conversations at the distinct feeling of my wet mouth bobbing up and down his cock. Courtland made his efforts increasingly hasty with his friend in attempts to get him to leave and before long he was successful and his friend left the room. Ripping the blanket from his lap he looked down at me, catching me with nearly all his cock in my mouth, I held it there and looked up at him slowly. My eyes batted innocently at him as his cock continued to stuff my little mouth. Slowly drawing his cock out of my mouth, a thick mixture of spit and drool spilt down my chin and on to my breasts. "Holy shit," Courtland stammered. "Lock your door," I said breathlessly. Courtland quickly rose and made his way to the door locking the deadbolt and the chain lock to prevent another interruption. I began to slide out from underneath his desk only to have my hands taken from the floor and dragged across the width of his room to the foot of his couch where he rolled me onto my back, pushing my head upright against the couch. He quickly straddled my waist and plopped his hard cock down between my breasts. Obediently I squeezed my breasts together, interlocking my fingers between them to make it nice and tight against his cock. He began to thrust his hips hard, pressing his groin firmly into the underside of my breasts which each violent stroke. With my head upright I found myself staring down the tip of his cock as it pressed out between the top of my breasts. The feel was amazing and at such a vigorous pace I let out a long low moan as my chest was pounded by his throbbing cock. With each thrust his cock would pop out the top of my saliva slicked breasts and very near to my face as I watched the sexual pressure begin to build in his face. He was now breathing heavier and adjusting his pace to longer thrusts. I held my breasts firmly and watched in kinky delight as the first oozes of pre-cum exited the tip of his cock. Letting out another moan of satisfaction I arched my back slightly, giving him an even better aim at my face. He took me up on my offer and adjusted his hips to meet my chest at this new angle that left my face exposed to every squirt or dribble that his cock could muster. Leaning forward he placed both of his hands on the couch cushion above me and after letting out a satisfied grunt he began to ejaculate on my face. The first warm squirt landed on my right cheek, followed by another short shot across my lips, which were slightly open from my own moan. The taste of his cum began to enter my mouth and caused me to take a lick of my upper lip. Courtland appeared to be attempting to ration his hot cum all over my face but all at once he burst, letting out long gushes of cum around and in my mouth and both of my cheeks with forcible shots roping across my eyelids and forehead. With my back arched the last dribbles of cum splattered on the upper parts of my cheeks. The excess cum from my forehead was now dripping into my hairline near my temples while the cum from my cheeks ran its hot and sticky path into my hair flattened under my neck. His cock continued to pulse in front of my face with the remaining amount of cum gathering at its tip. Leaning forward I pressed the underside of his cock head firmly against my outstretched tongue, milking the remaining cum into my mouth. Once satisfied that I had the rest of it I swallowed it along with the amount that he had shot into my mouth. Courtland leaned back exhausted, admiring his work with a quick smile. I took a few deep breathes before I began to slowly run my index finger across my face, catching with it the cum that was in every attempt soaking into my hair. From here I placed the length of my finger against my cheek and dragged its way slowly to my mouth, collecting all of the cum that lay there, letting it fall into my slightly opened mouth. I repeated this process slowly over both of my cheeks, scooping in thick lines of sticky cum until I felt it running down the back of my throat and tongue. I took a deep swallow before removing the rest of his cum from my face onto my hand which I licked repeatedly, nice and slow in front of a drained Courtland who looked on in satisfaction. "Looks like you really enjoy the stuff," Courtland commented, making his way over to his pants and boxers to dress himself. I slowly got up from the floor once I was satisfied that I had cleaned up best I could. "Well I haven't had dinner yet," I said with an innocent pout. Shaking his head and with a slight laugh Courtland tossed my push-up across the room to me. I slipped it on and slid the one I had worn there into my purse. Once fully dressed and after a quick goodbye I made my way for the door. "Well if you stay long enough I'm sure we can give you a nice five course meal down here," he responded. "Sounds like fun," I responded in a sing song voice as I left Courtland and made my way back to my dorm room.