7 comments/ 113000 views/ 28 favorites Dorm Floor Bitch v. 01 By: GirlyCumslutBoy My name is Michael, and I am a bisexual. I only get romantically involved with girls; I love dating them and have had several girlfriends. Throughout high-school, I was just a perfectly normal straight kid. That all changed when I went to college. It all started during my first semester at college. I live in a dorm, and for the first three weeks I had used the communal showers without incident. I never really saw any of the other guys on my floor. Hell, I only saw my RA once! One afternoon I got back to my dorm. I had been playing racquetball, and was kind of sweaty, so I decided that I would take a shower. I got back, took off my clothes, wrapped a towel around myself, put on my shower shoes, and trundled down the hall. I didn't know what it was about the dorm showers, but I found they made me really horny. Just showering in them, I'd get a hard-on sometimes. I got in, drew the privacy curtain shut, and took off the towel, I turned on the water and stepped into the shower. The water cascaded down my body. I'm a little bit shorter than average, around 5'6'', and I'm very slightly built. I have long brown hair that goes down to my shoulders, and I have brown eyes. My face is very soft, round, and smooth. If you haven't inferred this already, I look very effeminate. As I shampooed my hair, the suds started to slowly flow down my neck and chest. It felt very sensual, and my dick started to rise and harden. I rinsed my hair and got out the soap. At this point, I was so horny I couldn't take it anymore. I turned the shower head slightly and lowered the pressure, so the water fell away from me. I backed into the corner and started to gently rub the soap across my skin, letting myself get covered in the suds. I caressed my skin slowly, and once my entire body was covered in the suds, I started to massage my cock. I was in ecstasy there in my dorm shower, slowly masturbating, the suds slowly dripping down my body. The cool air hit my wet, soapy body, and I started to get goosebumps and a lovely tingling sensation. The stall wall in front of me had a gap at the bottom for draining. As I pleasured myself, I saw two huge black feet step into my field of view. They moved around, preparing for the shower. I could see the bottom of two very toned, muscular calves. I was getting so horny knowing that here I was, jacking off in the shower, with just a stall wall between me and a very muscular guy. A little moan escaped my lips. Suddenly the feet in front of me stopped. I froze, and watched as they slowly stepped out of the shower. Suddenly the curtain to my stall was ripped open. There stood in the way a huge black man, who grinned wolfishly at me. "Well, what do we have here?" I was so humiliated, and a little scared. I didn't like the look in his eyes. He stepped into the shower, and drew the curtain closed behind him! "Alright you horny little bitch," he said. "Suck my cock." I tensed suddenly, and fear and revulsion coursed through my body. I had never thought of looking at or touching a man's penis before, let alone sucking one! "I said, suck my cock, BITCH!" He yelled threateningly. The guy was huge and rippling with muscle from head to toe; I knew if I tried to resist he could easily hurt me. So I got down on my knees and looked at his cock. It was huge! A giant black cock stuck out from an unruly mass of wiry hair. Looking back on it now, I'd say it was about 7 or 8 inches long, and extremely thick. I looked up at him and whimpered lowly, but he just glared at me and raised his hand to hit me... I didn't waste another second. Before he could strike me, I took the tip of his head into my mouth. It tasted salty...and...good? I couldn't believe myself. Here I was, on my knees in my dorm shower, being forced to suck a mans cock and I thought it tasted good! My cock, which had gone limp with fear, was beginning to rise again... The guy must have noticed, because he almost whispered "Heh... look at you, little girly boy...you like sucking cock, don't you? You're a slutty little bitch, aren't you?" And I had to admit... I was getting so horny. The feeling of a huge, rock-hard cock in my mouth, here in the shower, with the suds slowly dripping down my naked body, I was getting intensely aroused. As I slowly began to get over my aversion, I began to slowly pump my head back and forth. I felt my lips dragging slowly and lightly across his cock. I began to pump faster, slowly speeding up the pace of my thrusting head. The man started grunting softly; he was loving this. Suddenly he grabbed the back of my head and started to hump my face, his cock going slightly deeper in with each thrust. I could see at the bottom of my view his huge black balls bouncing back and forth with each thrust. As he got deeper into my throat, I could feel my gag reflex starting to act. With a mighty thrust, he shoved his cock deep into me, and I started to choke. The very tips of his pubic hair brushed across my nose, and he continued to fuck my throat despite my gagging. Right as I thought I was about to pass out, he suddenly pulled back, leaving only his head still in my mouth. With a low moan, he came in my mouth. I felt his hot, thick seed splash against my tongue, coat the roof of my mouth, and shoot into the back of my throat. It was my first taste of cum, and I loved it. It was salty, with a taste unlike anything I had ever experienced before. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I collapsed back against the wall. I rapidly began to masturbate, and moaned with ecstacy. The huge man grinned and said "Heh...well, you are a slutty little bitch aren't you?" With that, he left the stall. As I lay there, in the corner of the shower, cum dripping out of the corners of the mouth, I came, shooting my own seed all over my face and chest. As I lay there, moaning with pleasure, only one thought was running through my brain. I was a slutty little bitch. And I loved it. DORM FLOOR BITCH v.2 COMING SOON Dorm Floor Bitch v. 02 It had been a week since my first sexual experience in my dorm. I had a hard time keeping my mind off of it...every night I would lie in bed tossing and turning, and I couldn't get to sleep until I had masturbated. It had felt so good...his huge black cock in my mouth...the warm, salty cum dripping down my throat. I was so horny, I had forgotten that I had suddenly become a bisexual! The next week I absentmindedly went into the showers. Suddenly it hit me...there they were again, those huge, muscular calves and big, black feet. I sat there for a second, and, without really thinking about it, pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the same shower. "What the fu..." he started to say. But then he recognized me, and a devilish grin spread across his face. "Well well. If it isn't the little slut. Back for more, eh?" I nodded meekly, staring down at his crotch. His dick was already starting to harden...my own meager member was also starting to stand up. Wordlessly I got down on my knees and started to play with his cock with my tongue. I slowly started to massage his balls. He moaned a little, and whispered "mmm...that's a good little slut." His cock by know had grown into the monstrous shaft I had seen in my head while I had jacked off that whole week. I paused for a second to admire it. It was huge, at least 7 inches, and thick and meaty, uncut skin clinging tightly. A few veins stood out on it. The mushroom head blossomed out at the tip, a tiny drop of pre-cum dripped from the slit. I lapped this up gingerly, then I gently slid my lips around the head. Before I knew it, my back was against the wall. He was humping my face, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I instinctively started breathing through my nose, remembering how I had nearly gagged last time. Within a minute he was fucking my throat, shoving his cock in and out with deep, powerful thrusts. He grunted, and once again I felt the hot, sticky cum oozing down my throat. He left me there in the corner, but as he sauntered out, he said "You're about to get real popular around here, little bitch." What did that mean? Was he going to tell people about me? Oh God! I was scared to death, but in spite of myself, I was excited... The next day I was in the shower again, when a guy suddenly came in. I shrunk back against the wall, covering my dick hastily. He grinned and said. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you." "What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked. "Heh...Ron told me about you. He tells me you like to suck cock..." I guessed that Ron was the huge black guy. Apparently he was serious! Before I could say anything, the guy dropped his towel, and there it was, his cock, already standing at attention. Instantly my revulsion dissipated and, before I knew it, I was sucking another hard, juicy cock. By the end of the month I had, as Ron had said, become really popular. There were about 6 or 7 guys who would just stroll in while I was taking a shower, and I would suck them off. About two months after my first experience, I was in the shower again. Suddenly, not one, but three guys came in! By this time I was truly a slut, so, grinning, I got down on my knees. They stood in a triangle around me, three naked guys standing around my kneeling, naked body, cocks hard in anticipation. For a good half an hour I sat there, slowly sucking one cock at a time while gently rubbing the other two. By now I had gotten to be an expert cock handler. I could tell when a guy was about to come by the way his cock tensed up and started to throb. I deftly manipulated the cocks, until suddenly I could feel the cocks in my mouth and hands start to tense up...I pulled my mouth off the cock I was currently sucking... They came all together. Three juicy cocks, dripping with my saliva, spewed delicious cum all over my face and chest. The three guys moaned loudly together, wave after wave of juice shooting onto my waiting body. As the waves of pleasure subsided, they took turns cleaning the excess off in my mouth, then left, grinning satisfactorily. They left me there in the shower, lying in ecstatic exhaustion. I was covered in cum. It was dripping down the sides of my face, seeping out of the corners of my mouth. It was dripping slowly off of my chin, onto my chest, a pool of delicious liquid building up on my sternum. It didn't take much work for me to come myself, my own juice mingling with the copious fluid pooling on my body. I don't know how long I lay there, in the shower, cum dripping down my face. I'm surprised nobody found me. All I could do was lay there in ecstasy...I was the dorm floor bitch, and I was loving it. CHECK FOR DORM FLOOR BTICH v.03 COMING SOON! Dorm Floor Bitch v. 03 By my second semester of college, I had really grown into college life. I had done well in my classes, made new friends, gotten involved in intramurals; I even had a girlfriend! But the role I had most grown into was my secret life as my dorm floor slut. By know I had about 8 or 9 guys on my floor who I would "service" in the showers. I would hang a blue towel over the edge of my shower stall to indicate I was available, and a guy could just walk on in. By the end of the first semester, I had become a master at sucking cocks. I knew just how lightly to lick the head, how strongly to suckle on the balls, how to drag my lips across their erect shafts as I slowly pumped them in and out of my mouth. I had even learned how to deepthroat; how to hold my breath and let the thick cocks slide deep into my mouth and into my throat, and I learned how to breath through my nose while they face-fucked me. As far as I knew, all the guys I sucked off were straight. I would lie awake at night sometimes thinking about this: I knew a few of them were straight, because they had girlfriends and stuff. I guess they just couldn't resist a good blowjob...and I had gotten good, too. One day I had just gotten in from class. I opened the door, slung my backpack in the corner, and almost slipped on a piece of paper that someone had slid under the door. I picked it up and read it. It said, "Hey bitch...room 330. 7:00." I was shocked. The letter had to be for me...but what if my roommate had seen it? No...he couldn't have, or it wouldn't still be here. I was lucky he hadn't gotten in first. But then my attention turned to what the letter meant. Who had sent it? Were they one of the people I regularly met in the showers? What did they want? I was scared, but I was also excited. A few hours passed, and they felt like an eternity. I did homework nervously, made some idle chatter with my roommate. He left for dinner around 6:30...I told him I wasn't hungry. I kept running over it in my head; should I go? Should I stay here? What were they going to do to me? When 7:00 came around, I made up my mind. This was probably just another guy, wanting another blowjob. I decided to go. I went to the room, and knocked lightly on the door. It opened, and, sure enough , it was one of the guys from the showers. He smiled, and said "Hi, Slut. Come in." I stepped inside, and he closed and locked the door behind me. He walked back to the back of the room, and sat down in a chair. He unzipped his jeans, and pulled his boxers down. His cock hung there limply. I smiled, and sauntered over to him. I took his cock into my hands and deftly toyed with it, bringing it immediately to life. I licked the head, skillfully circling the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue. I then started to lick his shaft with long, slow strokes, from base to tip. Saliva began to drip slowly down his cock. I was just about to take it into my mouth when he put his hand on my head. "Stop right there. We're gonna try something different.". He stood up. "Take your pants off, bitch." Bewildered, I took off my pants. Then, knowingly, I took off my boxers. My own tiny little dick was standing on end. He walked around behind me. I heard a drawer open and close. I looked behind me, and he had a plastic bottle of some kind.... "Do you only suck cocks, little bitch?" he said. I looked up at him and stammered "Uh...y-yeah..." He grinned wickedly. "Well we're going to change that, now aren't we?" It suddenly hit me...that was a bottle of lubricant! He was going to fuck my ass! I almost gagged, and started to stand up. "It's okay, I'll be gentle," he said. "C'mon, it'll be fun." I froze. On the one hand, I was horrified. Sucking cocks was one thing...but getting fucked? What if it hurt? What if I got hurt? This was disgusting! But on the other hand, I was immediately turned on. I didn't know why, but sitting on my knees, without pants on, seeing him standing there with his erect cock and huge grin and bottle of lube was making my cock stand on end. "Get on your hands and knees, bitch." He growled lowly. His tone was so threatening, I instinctively complied. The next thing I knew, I felt a lubricated finger slide into my asshole. I gasped. I had never had anything go up my rear before...but...it felt good! I felt him slid it in a little deeper. "Mmmm...you're nice and tight, aren't you, bitch?" He purred. I whispered, almost moaned, "Yes, sir". He started to work my asshole, pumping his finger in and out, circling it around, working it, kneading it. I started to instinctively clench, but as he began to massage my insides, I gradually relaxed. I gasped again as he slid in another finger. By know he was really working me, spreading his fingers, twirling them inside me, sliding in and out. He pulled out, and I felt the cold air seep into my now wet ass. I heard a squishing noise, then some squeaking...I turned and saw him rubbing lube onto his throbbing cock. I turned my head to the ground again... ...and there it was. I felt the head of his cock push gently against my hole. He slowly probed me, pushing slightly. He started to push a little harder, and I slowly felt the tip pushing into me, spreading my ass open slowly. I tried to relax my muscles to accommodate him. He slowly pushed into me; I felt his mushroom head slide past my hole and into me. It started to hurt...but it felt so good. I grunted softly. "Mmm...yeah, bitch, you're nice and tight...this feels good..." he cooed. Gradually he pushed deeper into me. I felt his manhood filling me, felt him burying his member deep in my ass. It hurt, but not as bad as I had thought...and it felt so damn GOOD! I started to moan softly. "That's right, bitch. Moan like a little slut. You like this don't you, slut." I moaned back, "Unnh...yess..yes sir..." He buried deeply into me, until he was up to the hilt of his cock. Then he started to slowly slide back out. He started to pump his hips slowly, sliding in and out of my aching asshole. I thought to myself, I'm getting fucked! I'm getting fucked in the ass like a slut! And I'm loving it! He gradually started to speed up, fucking me faster and faster. After an ecstatic few minutes, he was grunting with exertion as he humped, sliding quickly in and out of my ass. All I could do was hang on and moan with pleasure. I felt his balls slap against mine as he thrust back and forth. I could feel his muscles tense up, and he gave one final thrust, grunting loudly. I felt his warm thick seed gushing out, filling me, pumping deep into my ass. I moaned loudly as I felt it flowing through me. He pulled out, and I collapsed on to the ground. He sat back down in the chair, smiling contentedly; I lay on the floor in rapture, some of his cum slowly seeped out of my open ass. I could feel his seed sloshing around inside me...I had never felt so dirty...and I had never felt so good. Suddenly there was a knock on his door. He muttered some obscenity, then hurriedly put his pants on and said "get under the bed, fast." I did, and I pulled some various clutter around me to hide. He opened the door, and I heard light clicks as two red heels quickly walked into my view. A soft, female voice cooed "Hello Honey". "Hey baby," said the guy who had just fucked me. "You look great!" I peeked out and saw her. She was very slim and tall, a beautiful girl. She had on red stiletto heels and a beautiful red dress. Her hair was a lovely raven black, and she had on some makeup, some blazing red makeup. She was extremely sexy. From my low vantage point, I could see she was wearing some lacy lingerie... "Baby, you're looking HOT! I bet you were the hottest girl at that ball!" Said her boyfriend. She walked over to him and whispered into his ear...and then threw him down onto the bed! She quickly threw off her dress, and I saw her in her lingerie...when all of a sudden I had a thought... They had sex right then and there, right on the bed above me. I sat there jerking off, thinking of the experience I had just had. I listened to her moan, and a plan began to brew in my head... MICHAEL'S ADVENTURES CONTINUE IN DORM FLOOR BITCH v4! Dorm Floor Bitch v. 04 CONTINUED FROM DORM FLOOR BITCH V3 After that night, when I had gone into the guys room and he had fucked my ass, I had an inspiration. I had laid under his bed, cum leaking out of my asshole, my own cum coating my chest, as the guy who had just fucked me rammed his cock into his girlfriend. I found it so erotic, I had almost passed out...her moans of pleasure, her dirty talk... From that experience, I had come up with something so kinky, it got me hard just thinking about it. A few short weeks earlier, I would have been disgusted by the thought of it, but now it was only turning me on... I was going to crossdress. It took me about a week to gather all of the necessary materials. I made trips to Wal-Mart, buying inconspicuous girl clothes. I bought a cloth miniskirt and some cloth panties and bra, and a pink T-shirt that said "Princess" on it. I bought some long girl socks and even some small heels. I did it stages, and as I checked out, I wore the air of a boyfriend who was running errands for a controlling girlfriend...no one suspected anything. For about a week I secretly tried the clothes on. While my roommate was out I would put them all on and strut in front of the mirror. I even wore the panties and bra under my clothes, so that I would get used to wearing them. Suddenly a miracle occurred. I walked into my dorm one day and all of my roomate's stuff was gone. There was a note that said "Micheal: I got an apartment off campus, so I moved out. You have the room to yourself." I almost cried tears of joy. From then on, I would spend whole evenings dressed like a girl. I would lounge about in my panties and bra, and a few times I couldn't help but masturbate, coating the panties with my semen. I decided I would take it further. I went to the mall and into Victoria's Secret. I was enraptured by all the choices, but I finally settled on some cute pink and black panties and bra and two lovely pairs of lace lingerie, one black and one white. I even went to a local store and purchased some make-up. I had been in musicals in high-school, so I knew the basics of makeup...base, rouge, etc. For another week I reveled in my newfound feminine side. I got used to the feeling of the panties, which could usually contain my small cock, and the bra, which I had found a way to stuff that looked quite realistic. I got used to the heels and to putting on makeup. I had never felt so kinky, so dirty...so GOOD... Finally I had worked up enough confidence that I decided I would try it out for real. I decided to go and slide a note under the door of the guy who had fucked me earlier...as I did my heart was racing. Was I ready to do this? Would he be OK with it? Might he be so disgusted, he would tell the whole world about it? I honestly don't know how I calmed myself down, but 5 minutes before I was to meet him, I was staring at myself in the mirror. I really did look like a slutty girl. My long brown hair was meticulously combed, and fell seductively over my shoulders. My face was made-up nicely, and I had on some very red lipstick. My fake breasts poked out under my skin-tight brown "Dirty Girl" t-shirt, which was ended about an inch above my short white cotton mini-skirt, leaving a very taut, inviting tummy. I looked HOT. With trembling hands I opened, closed, and locked my dorm room door, and sashayed down the hall. I passed a guy who I had seen before...and to my great relief he did not recognize me! I even caught a glimpse of him staring at my tits as I passed by. I showed up at the door and knocked gently. He came to the door and opened it. He started, but soon recovered, and grinned wolfishly. "My, little slut. Don't you look pretty?" I nodded meekly, then stepped gingerly in. I looked in the corner of the room and saw another guy. He was big and muscular, with a beard. "Don't worry, girl. This is Hank. He's going to enjoy some of you too." Hank grinned as well and asked "What's your name, slut?" It only took me a second. "Michelle." "Well, Michelle, let's see what you've got, hmm?" said my host. He immediately unzipped and dropped his pants and boxers, leaving his flaccid cock hanging in the open. Without hesitation, I smiled seductively and sashayed over. As I gently lowered myself to my knees, I took the cock in my hand and started to rub it between my fingers. As it hardened, I slowly began to lick the head of his cock. "Mmm..that's a good little slut." I looked into the corner and saw that Hank had his cock out and was slowly rubbing at it, staring at me as I serviced his friend. Once the guy was fully hard, I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked in deeply. "Heh...you like the way my cock tastes, don't you, you little bitch..." I nodded demurely, and closed my eyes... Suddenly my backside was being manhandled. Hank had slid over and grabbed my ass, and before I knew it I was bent over a small table. I continued to suck my host's cock. He moaned slightly. I felt Hank slowly hike up my skirt, then slowly slip off my panties. I moaned into my host's cock, waiting for the familiar squishing sound of lube squirting into Hank's hands... Suddenly I felt a push against my ass. Before I could react, Hank had brutally split my asshole with the head of his cock. It hurt like hell! I screamed, but it was muffled by the cock in my mouth. "Calm down, bitch. Hank's going to fuck your ass bareback, like a little whore." Sure enough, I felt my insides burn as if they were about to tear as a huge cock slowly grinded into me. Tears started to trickle down my cheeks, and I could feel as it smudged my make-up a little. It was really painful, but I was starting to moan a little, because it also felt so good. "Heh...you are a little slut, aren't you?' I moaned into his cock again, and nodded weakly. Hank continued to push in, until he was impaling my ass with several inches of hard, throbbing cock. He started to push in and out slowly, fucking me with long, hard strokes. I slowly started to rock with the motion, my lips sliding across my host's shaft in rhythm with the cock thrusting deep into me. For what seemed like an eternity the fucked me there, rocking me back and forth, onto and off of their cocks. My mind was clouded over with an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, and a mental image of myself, dressed as a whore, with two huge cocks spitting me like a roasting pig. They came at about the same time, one after the other. They grunted and shot their loads, deep into me, far down my throat and way up into my ass. I don't really know how many times they fucked me that night. I lost track of time as they switched places, taking turns fucking my mouth and my ass. They came several times, and they started to pull out and shoot all over my body... I don't know how I got back to my room, but I remember waking up on the floor. I was still dressed in my girl clothes. They were soaked with dried cum. All of my clothes and my hair were caked with dried seed; my makeup had been destroyed, lines had formed in the mascara where fluid had dripped down my face. I got up, took a shower, and went to bed. I was now truly a dorm floor bitch. And I was loving it. Dorm Floor Bitch v. 05 Spring Break had finally come. I was packing excitedly in my dorm. I was going to the beach with my girlfriend this year. My freshman year I had just stayed in my dorm, alone...I was to scared to go out for spring break. This year it was different. By now I had become more confident as a person, and had grown into college life. As I was finishing packing, a thought struck my mind. I bent down and pulled out a small black bag that was concealed in the shadows behind my dresser. I unzipped it and smiled down into its contents. They were my girl-clothes. Ever since about half-way through my freshman year I had been exploring my effeminate bisexual side, and these clothes were the end result. I had begun by anonymously giving guys blowjobs in the communal showers, then graduated to going into their rooms for some anal action. By now I had gotten really kinky and had begun dressing up in girl clothes, being a little slut. It was all there; my black, white, and red sets of lingerie bras and panties, my miniskirts, my tight girl-t-shirts, and my stockings and heels. At the top was a new addition to my collection, two bikini-style bathing suits. I sat there, looking at them. What if my girlfriend found these clothes? What would she do? Should I risk bringing them? After all, I don't think I'll get the chance to use them... Yet some irresistible force compelled me to bring them. I grinned to myself as I slid the clothes in under my normal ones in my suit-case. It was a several hour drive to the condos we were staying at, so by the time I had arrived, I had forgotten all about my stuff. I began unpacking, when suddenly my cell-phone rang. It was my girlfriend. She was extremely sick, with the flu of all things! She barely managed to tell me she couldn't come, but might feel better by the end of the week. I did what I could to comfort her, then hung up the phone, crushed. My spring break was ruined! What was I supposed to do here by myself? As I went to repack my suitcase, I glimpsed the seductive lace edges of my black lingerie panties. Slowly it dawned on me...perhaps I could have some fun on this spring break after all... My stomach was full of butterflies as I pondered it, then, with little thought, I went into the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and began to slowly shave my entire body. I've always loved that feeling, in a strange way; the blades slowly tickling my skin, the cool, clean feeling of utterly bare skin. I then slid into the red bikini I had recently purchased, and slid my breast forms into the top. I then deftly maneuvered my hair into a ponytail, then sat down to paint my finger and toe-nails. When I was finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like just another hot college girl on spring break. My slightly tan skin and thin, effeminate frame fit the bikini perfectly, and the breast forms gave a very believable illusion of small, but perky breasts. I turned around to admire my cute little bubble butt, the material of the bikini tightly hugging its smooth curve. I then went out on the balcony and laid out on a reclining beach chair to let my nail polish dry. I took out a bottle of sun-tan lotion. As I did, I noticed two college-age guys walking down below me. They were wearing Hawaiian swimming trunks and had on flip flops. I could see that they worked out, as they had defined muscles, and toned ab-muscles. What a couple of hunks. As I started to slowly rub the lotion into my feet, I saw one of them notice me immediately. He tapped his buddy on the shoulder, and they both turned to look at me. I continued to rub the lotion into my legs, now intentionally going very slowly and seductively. I opened my lips a little. I rubbed it in well, slowly making my way upwards, taking my time to thoroughly massage the insides of my thighs. I then did my arms, rubbing lotion into my thin biceps, then cupping my arms around my girly forearms and delicate wrists. I squirted my shoulders, and slowly pulled aside the straps for the bikini, sliding them seductively off of my shoulders. I rubbed it into my shoulders, then slowly began massaging it into my chest. The two guys stood there with their mouths agape as I inched down the top, until the very top edges were barely above my fake nipples. I rubbed the breast forms sensually, opening my mouth slightly. Then I squirted some onto my taut tummy and began to rub it in a circular motion, slowly inching my way downward. As I got to the bottom, I inched the bikini bottom down a tad and rubbed the lotion in above my crotch. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth a little wider, as if moaning slightly. I felt so sexy, giving these two random strangers the show of their lives. I opened my eyes and looked down at them. They were grinning wolfishly. I winked down at them and purred "Either of you two want to help me get my back?" Before I knew it I was in a hot tub in the condo the two guys were staying at. Their names were Greg and Marco. We had all had a few beers and I was feeling a little tipsy...and very horny. I could see that the way our conversation had turned that my new friends were...enjoying my company... by the bulges I could see protruding from their bathing suits. Luckily for me, I had tucked my own small shaft away between my legs, leaving only my small boy-clitty in front. By now I was so horny I was ready for anything. So I lay back against the wall of the hot tub, letting the warm bubbles shoot up against my back and down into the back of my bikini, and stretched my arms backward, exposing my pert little fake breasts. "Okay, boys, enough with the small talk. I've had enough beer now to do what I came to spring break for." I slowly sidled across the hot tub, and began to massage Marco's cock through his shorts. He moaned loudly, and Greg grinned at me. As he did, he stood up and got onto the seat, then sat down on the edge of the hot-tub. He slowly slid his bathing suit off, exposing his rock hard, 7''ish cock to the air. He began slowly stroking it. I grabbed the elastic of Marco's trunks, then sank underwater, taking the trunks off with me. When I surfaced, I waded over towards Greg, beckoning Marco to come with me. I got between Greg's legs and smiled broadly as I slid my lips around the head of his cock. Greg moaned, and Marco exclaimed, "Damn, girl...you are a SLUT, aren't you?" I smiled, then went down on Greg's throbbing cock. Marco scooted over towards me, and I began to stroke his dick with my hand. As the thick shaft hardened in my hand, Marco sat up on the edge next to his buddy. I moved my mouth to Marco's dick, stroking Greg's manhood, which by now was dripping with my saliva. I started to alternate every minute or so, going down on one cock with my mouth while stroking the other one. I felt the cocks stiffening, getting ever so slightly longer and thicker and harder. I pulled off of the cock I had been servicing and started to sensually run my fingers across their shafts. I then looked up lustfully and purred, "Alright studs, who wants to fuck my asshole?" Before I knew what had happened, Marco had slid off of the lip of the tub and had maneuvered around behind me. I was a little apprehensive...what if he discovered my...secret? Luckily for me, Marco wasn't interested in pleasuring me, and the bubbling water concealed my hard-on. Without hesitation, he grabbed my legs and started to prod at my tight little asshole with his cock. I gasped as my puckered asshole unclenched, filling with warm water, then grunted as the mushroom head of his dick breached the now open doorway into me. It hurt slightly, but the warm water provided ample lubrication...and by now I had gotten accustomed to being filled. I moaned with pleasure as he slid into me, but it was soon muffled; I had been so preoccupied with the thick meat filling my boy-pussy that I had forgotten about Greg. My mouth had been gaping open in ecstasy, and without warning Greg had plunged his still rock-hard member into my open mouth. A yelp of surprise was muffled by the meat that had suddenly filled my mouth, but as soon as I came to my senses the yelp became a moan. I felt my ass-cheeks slap into the base of Marco's pelvis as his entire shaft buried deep into me. At the same time, Greg grunted and thrust his hips forward, until my nose hit his crotch. They held the position for what seemed like an eternity; there I was, in a hot tub, spitted like a roast pig, two thick shafts buried to the hilt in my throat and ass. Almost simultaneously the pulled back, and I gasped again as cold air filled my mouth and warm water rushed into my boy-cunt. They then started to thrust their hips, very slowly at first, pushing in and out in rhythm with each other. They started shallowly pumping in at first, but with each thrust they pushed deeper and deeper into me; Marco had grabbed my hips for leverage, and Greg had his hands on the back of my hair to push me down even further. Soon they were shoving mightily, impaling me on both sides, folding my body at the top of each push. After a few minutes, they were pumping with all their might, fucking me hard and fast and deep. Eventually I simply gave in, my body going limp, letting them use me without resistance. After what seemed like an ecstatic eternity, I could feel Greg's member twitch in my mouth. I knew that feeling... sure enough, he moaned loudly and pulled out suddenly. He gasped as his seed shot out, spraying my face with juicy goodness. I sighed loudly as wave after wave of delicious semen sprayed from his throbbing, saliva-dripping cock, coating my face. Greg slid weakly back into the tub. Suddenly Marco moaned to, and I gasped as he pulled out entirely, causing a rush of warm water to flood into me. He spun me around roughly and pushed me back onto the seat of the hot-tub, so that my face was directly in front of his twitching cock. It didn't take much effort before he too groaned loudly, and another jet of cum sprayed my face, some of it dripping down my chin and onto my chest, onto my breasts. From there it got kind of fuzzy... the last thing I remember was leaving their apartment and walking towards my own condo. I was in my bikini, and my face and chest were still covered in cum. I got a few catcalls from wandering guys on the streets. I felt lightheaded, about to faint...but I was utterly satisfied and weary with pleasure, and the feeling of walking down the street covered in cum was incredible. I got back to my room and drew myself into the shower. I lay down in a corner and removed my dripping bikini, then began stroking my own member. I came on myself, shooting thick streams of cum onto myself, it splashing against my face and chest. I turned on the showers, and fell asleep as the warm water washed away the delicious juices that my adventure had yielded. Dorm Floor Bitch v. 06 It had been almost half a year since I had first dressed like a girl. I loved the feeling of the lovely lacy panties and bras on my bare, shaved skin, and the unmatched erotic feeling of wearing slutty little short miniskirts, tight t-shirts that exposed my taught tummy, and putting on whorish makeup. By now I had relished my slutty alter-ego, Michelle. But so far only two people had seen me as Michelle. One of the men I gave blow-jobs to in the communal showers had invited me to his dorm room, and there he and his friend had double-teamed me, fucking my brains out. Since that day, my thoughts had been consumed with the idea of going out in public dressed as Michelle. I don't know how many times I drifted too sleep after masturbating to the idea of me walking down a crowded street, random guys gawking at my slim, sexy body. I would drift to sleep, covered In my own semen, reliving the dream over and over. Yet I never had the courage to actually get up and do it. After several months in this frustrating limbo, I couldn't take it any more. I resolved that tonight I was going out as Michelle, no matter how scared it made me. I figured I would go out late, with few people around, as a sort of trial run, just to get my nerves up. The day went by with agonizing slowness, until finally it got to be around 11:00. I got myself up and went into my closet, meticulously choosing the close I would wear. I decided that tonight I would try to be inconspicuous. I put on a pair of black cotton panties, making sure to tuck my tight little cock away, transforming it into my firm little clit. Next I picked out a pair of small grey women's workout shorts...I tried them on in front of the mirror, turning around to see that it accentuated my firm little bubble butt perfectly. Next I slipped on a black sports bra, sliding in the stuffing to create the illusion of small, but perky breasts. On top of this I slipped on a tight grey work-out shirt to match my shorts; it barely extended past my shoulders, exposing my clean armpits, and the bottom left a tiny slit of my bare midriff exposed. I then slipped into some socks and tennis shoes, put my hair up in a ponytail, and went to the mirror. I had gotten really good at this. I looked exactly like your average, run of the mill college girl, out for a late night stroll. I slipped my key into my shorts, then stepped outside the door. I was almost in a daze as I stepped out into the cool nighttime air. I started walking, remembering to keep my posture lady-like, and to sway my hips confidently like a girl. A breeze picked up, tousling my hair and caressing my arms, legs, and midriff, and blowing shortly into the bottoms of my shorts, whipping gently across my panties. I decided I would go to the library. At this hour, it was probably closed anyway, and no one would be their. At least it was a destination. I started walking down the sidewalk, the pale yellow street-lamps casting light down on me, leaving me feeling exposed, as if the whole world were watching me. I was so nervous I was trembling; what if someone recognized me? I slowly got over my fears and got more confident as I sashayed down the street. Soon I had forgotten my fears and was overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of it all. I passed a few girls huddled together; they walked right past as if I weren't there. A guy crossing the street walked past me without so much as a nod. However, the second guy that passed me couldn't help his wandering eyes, and I walked away knowing that he was ogling my tight ass. A car came down the street, and an obviously drunk frat boy stuck his head out and whistled at me, shouting "HOOOT!!!" That got me so horny, I could barely stand it. I needed a place to relieve myself...hopefully the library was open. The feeling of those guys ogling me was just to much, I thought I was going to explode. When I finally arrived at the library, I noticed to my satisfaction that it was completely empty, but the lights were on and the door was unlocked. I walked in and turned down the corridor to go to the restrooms. I almost went into the men's room, but caught myself and went into the women's. I went into a stall and left the door open; pulling my shorts down, I slowly took out my boy-clit and started stroking it furiously. I was finally living my dream; here I was, dressed as a girl, in a public women's restroom, pleasuring myself. It didn't take long for me to cum, shooting my seed all over my stomach. I used several pieces of toilet paper to clean myself up, then got up and walked out of the restroom, fully expecting to go back to my dorm. Yet when I opened the door, to my horror, a man was standing right in the way, staring at me. He was a janitor of the place, and he had the most fiendish grin on his face. "Well little missy, we've been naughty, now haven't we?" "I...I...don't know what you're talking about..." I stammered. "Your cheek says otherwise..." he chuckled, his grin widening. I reached my hand up and touched it to my cheek. To my horror, when I pulled it away, there was a droplet of my own cum! I had been so enraptured, I wasn't even aware of it! The janitor stepped close to me and said mockingly, "It's against school rules to have any kind of sexual activity in a public restroom. I think it's also illegal." Suddenly he stopped, and he furrowed his eyebrows. A slow, bewildering look crossed his face, then suddenly a wicked smile. "Hold on...I've seen you before...Michael, isn't it?" My stomach dropped out from under me. I had been found out. I could only weakly mutter, "Please...I didn't...think...anyone...don't tell...please..." He drew up close to me...I could feel his hot breath on my forehead. "I won't tell anybody you like being a little slut, boy. I might not even tell anybody what I just caught you doing. But you're going to have to do something for me." By the look on his face, I knew instantly what he meant. I felt an overwhelming sense of revulsion, but at the same time, an equally overwhelming anticipation. I had sex with guys before...what could go wrong with this one? I nodded submissively. "Whatever you want, sir." He grinned devilishly, then took me by the hand and led me up a flight of stairs, to the second floor. My heart was racing...I couldn't believe this was happening. We snaked our way through several aisles of books, to the very back of the library. Suddenly he stopped, whirled around, and looked at me. "On your knees, slut." I complied, getting down in front of him submissively. He put his hand on his belt and undid it, then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. I could see his boxers tented with a large shaft. I don't know why I felt like being creative, but I started to lick his cock through his boxers...it kind of caught him off guard, but he didn't do anything to stop me. I licked feverishly, until there was a large wet stain in his boxers. After a few seconds of this, I took the elastic of his boxers in my teeth and slowly slid them down his legs. When I came back up, his huge, thick member brushed against the side of my face. I pushed it out of the way and took his meaty balls into my mouth, rolling them around inside. He grunted appreciatively, so I continued, one hand reaching up and slowly stroking his shaft. I did this for about a minute, suckling on his balls while slowly rubbing him. I then spit out his balls and slowly slid my tongue up the underside of his cock. I got the end of the long rod and took the mushroom head into my mouth. I suckled on it gingerly, like a juicy lollipop, eliciting a moan from the man it was attached to. My tongue started to skillfully brush against the tip, lightly circling the head. After a while of this, I slowly slid down his dick, my lips dragging sensually across the stretched, veined skin. I got about half-way down on him, then stopped, holding it in my mouth, letting the saliva build up and drip out of the corner of my mouth. "You like that, don't you, you little whore?" the janitor purred at me. I looked up at him lustfully...Michael had left, leaving only slutty Michelle there with a cock in her mouth. I nodded, his cock bouncing I looked up at him, my eyes screaming "fuck my mouth". He must have gotten the message, because without a word he started to pump his hips back and forth, thrusting his rock-hard shaft into my mouth. He started out very slowly, the skin of his cock sliding sensually across my lips. Gradually he sped up, until he was thrusting in and out of me like my mouth was a pussy. I moaned loudly, but the sound was muffled by the thick gag of meat that was filling my mouth. Suddenly he pulled out of me. I looked up at him hungrily, pouting like a spoiled, disappointed girl. He grinned broadly. "Don't worry, you're gonna have all of my rod you can take, you little whore. Now strip for me, bitch." For any girl, being called all those names would be utterly humiliating and degrading, but for me, there was no better turn on. I loved being called a little whore, slut, bitch, whatever...It was so erotic. I started to slowly remove my clothes, giving this stranger a hell of a show. I started by slowly pulling off my shirt, revealing my taut tummy and tight, perky "breasts." I flung the shirt to the side, then wriggled out of my shorts. Then I slowly slid the panties down, revealing my clean-shaven crotch and small, smooth boy-clits As I stripped down for him, his grin grew until it took up half his face. He motioned for me to turn around, so I did, bracing my arms against a bookshelf. I poked my ass out in the air seductively, wriggling my tight little bubble butt. I could feel the cool air conditioning on my bare skin, giving me small goose bumps and tiny tactile shivers. I felt him grab my ass, feeling the toned muscles in my cheeks, rubbing it up and down. I moaned softly. Suddenly I gasped as a strange sensation suddenly hit me...I felt something cold and wet flick against my asshole! I realized shortly that he was licking me...for the first time in my life, I was going to get rimmed out, and by a total stranger! He continued to knead my tight little ass with his muscular hands, and began slowly circling my asshole with his tongue. He was teasing me, staying just away from my waiting, puckered hole. Suddenly I gasped again as he started flicking his tongue against my boy-pussy. He started slowly, but soon he was rapidly tonguing me, the tip of his tongue brushing on and off of my sphincter quickly. Suddenly I gasped loudly as he pushed in hard, piercing my "pussy-lips" and entering into me. He started to run his tongue in a circle, wetting my insides, and I shuddered as cold air surged into my warm insides, cooling his saliva inside me. I started to moan lowly as he sped up, his tongue circling the walls of my boy-cunt furiously. I was then vaguely aware of the fact that we were standing in front of a window. For all I knew we were in plain sight to everyone below us, and people could be watching me, dressed as a girl, getting rimmed out by an anonymous janitor and moaning like a little whore. Michael would have been scared, but Michelle was only more turned on by the thought of a crowd gathering to watch me get used. The tonguing abruptly stopped. I heard shuffling behind me, and braced myself for what I knew was coming. I braced my arms against the bookcase, planted my feet firmly, and, most importantly, tried to relax my ass muscles and unclench myself... Sure enough, there it was, the head of his cock prodding my saliva-soaked pussy lips. I groaned as he pushed into me, splitting me open and sliding into me. Deeper and deeper, grunting loudly as his thick meat pushed further and further into me, filling my boy-cunt. After a few seconds, I felt his stomach bump into my back; he was all the way in me. We sat there for a few seconds, me up against the bookcase, his thick, throbbing manhood buried up the hilt in my aching boy-pussy. Then, with a grunt, he started to pull out of me slowly. He started pumping his hips forward and backward, his cock sliding in and out of me. I felt a large, meaty hand on my tiny cock, stroking it heavily. I started to moan very softly. As he thrust back and forth, my body started to sway, the cold air brushing against my bare ass. I opened my eyes and saw between the books. There was somebody across the room! It was a student browsing the shelves across the way. She hadn't noticed us, but she could... That sent me over the edge. Knowing that there was someone less than 20 meters away from me who might at any minute catch me getting taken up the ass got me so hot I could barely stand it. My eyes rolled back into my head. I started moaning loudly now. "That's right, moan for me. Moan like a little whore." By now he was really fucking me, grinding his hips hard and fast, his rock-hard shaft pumping in and out of me. I gripped the bookcase hard, but the rest of my body was limp, submissively taking him in and out. I was his toy, and he was using me rough. It seemed like forever, my boy-pussy getting pounded, my tiny boy-clit getting played with. My eyes were closed, and my head was spinning...for all I knew the girl was watching me getting used, or a huge crowd had gathered outside the window to watch me get fucked. I felt the familiar twitching deep inside me, but suddenly he pulled out of me. His big hands shot up to my shoulders, and he roughly turned me around and forced me down onto my knees. I opened my eyes just in time to see his huge cock right in front of my face. Seconds later he groaned, and his cock twitched. There it was again, the lovely feeling of warm, delicious seed spraying my face. I moaned loudly, like the slutty little whore I was, taking it all over me. I closed my eyes again, reveling in the feeling of his juicy cum oozing onto my face, dripping down my chin, dripping onto my fake breasts. After a few seconds, I felt his warm, soft cock at my face. I opened my eyes and smiled, greedily licking it clean, milking the last few droplets out of him. Then I heard him zip up, and he patted me on the head. "That was good, little bitch. I can tell you've done this before." He walked off, leaving me there, on my knees, my face covered with sticky white seed. I got up and walked out of the library. There was no sign of the girl. I walked all the way back to my room, the cum still coating my face and "breasts". My asshole ached from the pounding it had taken. I walked home, oblivious to the world, my smooth body glistening wetly in the pale yellow light of the street lamps.