I immediately reached for the soap and tried to scrub the letters that read "Andrew's Slut" off of my face before anybody else saw them. To my dismay, they wouldn't scrub off. I could only get them to fade slightly. I heard the noise of somebody approaching and quickly jumped into one of the bathroom stalls. I heard the door open and then Andrew's familiar voice, "Where you at bitch? You almost done in here?" I stepped out of the stall and confronted him about my face.
"What the fuck?"
He stood there in his sweatpants with no shirt and started laughing and said "Yeah I thought it would make you more photogenic."
Frustrated, I said, "Well Simon fucking saw it, so I hope you're happy."
Andrew reached over to me and lowered my towel, me now standing there smooth and shaved in his ex-girlfriend's red thong. "Take it easy baby." He started to rub his hands down my sides, and my body sunk into his hefty chest. His hands wandered over my lower back, rubbing my ass, one of his fingers sliding through my crack. I buried my face in his neck as he did, feeling his hairy skin rub up against mine. Then I realized he was slowly backing us into a stall. He sat on the toilet and dropped his pants, his fat cock slowly coming into view.
I couldn't believe it. "No. Please not here. I can't. Someone's going to come in."
"Shut the fuck up bitch, how am I going to take a shit with you yapping." Relieved I didn't have to suck his dick, i was confused at why he wanted me there.
"Can I go back in the room then?" I was worried someone might walk in and see my red thonged ass sitting on the floor in one of the stalls next to Andrew's hairy legs.
"Not unless you can suck my dick from the room." With that, he grabbed my head and lowered it down onto his thick cock. I couldn't believe this. I could hear him shitting as I sucked his semi-soft dick. "Yeah just like that. Keep going." The smell was strong, but I have to say, not horrible. I continued to suck. This went on for about 10 minutes as he finished up his shit. Finally, he told me to "be a good bitch" and to lift up his cock and wipe his ass for him. Knowing I may have to lick it later, I did as he said (and did a good job too). He laughed. "Jesus you're a whore for cock." OK get back in the room. He took the towel from me and draped it over his shoulder, while he wrapped his around his waist. He put his hand around the back of my neck and guided me to the door. Knowing I couldn't fight, I just walked out with him. As we walked I heard somebody coming. Thankfully, before they entered the hallway, we stepped through the door.
"Andrew - umm - I mean - Papi. I can't go outside with this on my face. It won't come off."
"Yeah it's going to be a few days. I guess you'll just have to stay in the room then." Expecting that he would have me finish the blow job I had started in the bathroom. I kneeled in front of him, getting ready to take his cock again. Before I could, he stepped around me, threw on a hoody and walked to the door. "I'm going out with some friends. I'll talk to you later. Have fun." His face peaked through the open door, "And remember, no taking off the thong until I say so bitch."
Once he left. I had to masterbate I had been hard all day and hadn't been able to blow. I lowered the panties over my legs and started jerking. It took about thirty seconds before I was spewing semen all over myself. Some dripped down my legs, adding more stain to the already soiled underwear. I laid in complete shock. What had I gotten myself into? It suddenly hit me that my entire body was shaved. That I was wearing a red thong. That I had "Andrew's Slut" written in permanent marker across my forehead. And what's worse, Andrew had pictures of all of it. I could feel the familiar sense of guilt setting in. I stood, wiped off with the shirt Andrew had cum on that first night. I stepped out of the thong and threw it in my underwear drawer. Then, realizing I had no other underwear, slipped it back on before throwing on sweatpants.
I watched TV for an hour and a half, and for the first time since that first night with Andrew, zoned out. I was brought back to reality when I got a text. "Be back in five bitch." It was Andrew. Immediately, I stepped out of my sweatpants and put them in my drawer. I shuffled nervously around the room, unsure of what to be doing when he got back. Fuck it, it's not like you have control anyways, I thought to myself. I sat on the couch in the dirty red thong, my cock already getting harder as Andrew neared, and waited while I watched the TV.
Minutes later, I heard the sound of voices approaching. I silently hoped that it wasn't Andrew's friends. My stomach dropped when I heard Andrew's voice. "Yeah, if I know her at all, she'll be sitting there with a rock hard boner waiting for me to feed it to her." The door opened and in walked Andrew along with two friends who immediately upon seeing me started laughing.
"Jesus, you weren't kidding. Look at her." I felt so betrayed, looking at Andrew, as his friends looked down on me. "No hair? And where'd you get the thong?" One of his friends was big, not as big as Andrew, but more muscular, under a layer of thick fat. He was built like a lineman. The other friend was much shorter, but also very stocky. He was built like a wrestler.
Andrew answered for me, "Seriously, she doesn't grow hair. She's completely smooth. That was my first sign that she was a bitch. Well that and the fact that she showed up with a drawer full of thongs." I blushed red, but didn't dare contradict him. "Bitch, this is Butch" he waved to the lineman, "and carl," he clapped the shoulder of the short guy.
Hoping this would be the extent of my humiliation, Andrew said loudly, "Get the fuck off the couch bitch, we have guests. Get us some whiskey." I turned to the closet where we hid the whiskey and poured four glasses at my desk. Andrew pulled our small coffee table up and broke out some cards. "We're gonna play poker bitch. Get over here and sit on the floor." I sat down, embarrassed, my cock still hard in the thong, and looked over the table while he dealt a poker hand.
"Alright gentleman, the game's strip poker." I sighed to myself. I was horrible at poker. I had played a bit, but never won.
For the first time since his friends had arrived, I spoke, quietly saying "Andrew."
His friend "laughed loudly. She speaks! And I thought that mouth was only good for blowing dicks."
Andrew looked at me and said calmly "Who?"
I figured things couldn't really get much worse so I defeatedly mumbled "Papi."
"Yes bitch?"
"Can I put on some clothes before I play? Otherwise I have nothing to bet with."
Andrew laughed. "No, that won't be necessary. I'm sure you'll find something to bet with."
With that, everybody picked up their cards. We all drank. Andrew always seemed to like the idea of me getting drunk and I had become quite adept to drinking whiskey. In the beginning, I did alright actually. Three hands in, Andrew was fully clothed, while Butch and Carl were both shirtless. Butch was smooth, but massive. Carl had thick hair that ran up his stomach chest and arms all the way to his neck. On the third hand, I lost. Everybody immediately started laughing. All I could hear were the southern drawls "Well that didn't take long. Haha I wonder if all Northerners have such small cocks." I blushed. Andrew silently dealt the next round of cards.
As we picked up our cards, Andrew turned to me. "So what's your bet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well you're already naked, so you have to throw something in." I looked at him confused. He laughed, "Jesus you're thick. The bitch will blow the next winner until the hand is over."
I couldn't believe this. Sucking Andrew's dick was one thing, but his friends? How far was this going to go? I started to wonder if I could really ever trust him to keep those pictures private. I shouldn't have, since he told me it wasn't my say. I started to object, "Andrew I don't."
Andrew stood up, "Listen bitch you don't call me Andrew. Carl can call me Andrew. Butch can call me Andrew. But they are my peers. You are my whore. You will call me Papi, and you will suck any fucking dick I tell you to. I don't care if it belongs to a fucking needle sharing hobo!" He was yelling. Fearing that someone would hear outside the room, and that even more people would learn about my predicament, I submissively picked up my hand.
"I'm sorry papi."
Andrew started to laugh again, "Jesus, the bitch is so confused. You got to set her head straight. At least her dick is never confused." Everyone looked at my dripping hardon.
We played the hand and, thankfully, Andrew won. "Get over here bitch." He whipped out his thick sausage and held it in his fist, inviting me to come over and start sucking. Nervously I shuffled over. Sensing my hesitation, he grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth over his cock.
His friends looked on curiously "So she'll just suck your cock whenever you want?"
Andrew responded, "Yep. She goes apeshit for cock. She'll pretty much do anything you want, if you know how to handle her." He was slamming my face against his cock as Butch dealt the next hand. "Bitch, you're going to make the same bet you did last time. No need to play, you would have lost anyways." And so, I was cut out of the game, and instead would be sucking the winner's cock every hand. Andrew and Butch got into a series of bets that resulted in Butch taking off everything except for his briefs. Throughout, I continued to slobber on Andrew's thick cock. I knew from experience that he was nowhere near cumming. Finally, Butch won a hand. Andrew pulled my slobbering face off his dick and looked at me and said, "you know what to do bitch." He pushed me off roughly and i fell back onto the floor. Then, I crawled over to Butch. He looked down, clearly nervous.
I looked back at Andrew who only smiled. I turned down, then resigned to my fate. I pulled down his briefs, exposing a soft 6 inch cock. I took it into my mouth and began to suck. It wasn't long before Butch was pumping a hard 8 inch dick in and out of my throat. "Shit this bitch can fucking deep throat? I gotta be honest, the closest I've ever gotten to getting deep throated is watching it in porn. Hell yeah." They continued to play and next Carl won. He lowered his pants and I crawled over to him, taking his hard 7 inch cock down in one gulp. His cock was wide, even wider than Andrew's. He pumped in and out of my mouth while they played another hand. Carl didn't last long though. I could feel his balls tightening up after only about 10 minutes of head.
"Can I blow in her mouth?"
I was about to object when I heard Andrew say "Blow it wherever you like as long as it's on the bitch and not the carpet." With that, he jammed my face down hard over his cock and started shooting ropes of cum straight down my throat. Finally, he pulled out and jerked some off onto my lips, rubbing it around with his cockhead as he laughed.
"Damn Andrew. You've got a cool roommate. I wish I had one like yours." I blushed.
It seemed like the game was forgotten as Butch said, "send the bitch back over my way. I was about to blow." I crawled back over and started sucking his cock again. He pumped slowly in and out, his belly flexing in front of me as his thick arms held my head down.
Carl suddenly interjected, "Hey Andrew does she give it up?"
Andrew responded, "Give up what? Her pussy?"
"Yeah."
"Not yet. But only because I haven't asked her to." I nervously continued to throat Butch's cock, praying that this wasn't going where I thought it was.
Butch asked, "Why the hell not man? You know it's gotta be tight as fuck." He looked down at me, pulling his cock out of my mouth and slapping me a couple times with it. "Is that true bitch? You tight as fuck? Or have you already been so crammed full of cock that you're loose?"
I looked at Andrew. "No, I've never done that. I don't know if I would. That's a big step."
Carl laughed. "Big step? Haha. Fuck you, bitch, where do you think we are, the prom?" Then he turned to Andrew. "Come on man. Bust this bitch's cherry. I want to be here."
I was freaking out. Not only was I not sure I wanted to lose my virginity to Andrew. But I certainly didn't want to do it in front of his two friends. But, once again, Andrew spoke for me. "OK I'll make you a deal Carl." My stomach turned. "One more hand, me against you. If I win, you have to take the bitch into the bathroom, and clean out her asshole for me. Then you can watch me pound her ass into a pussy." I was so humiliated. Butch and I made uncomfortable eye contact where, for a moment, I knew he was thinking How does a guy let people do this to him. But he quickly looked away and as I continued to suck his dick.
Carl answered, "And if I win?"
Andrew coolly said, "Then you can be the one to pound her out." I almost cried. I didn't want some stranger "pounding me out." Much less Carl, who seemed like the biggest jerk of the three.
I pulled off Butch's cock for a moment and pled, trading in what I thought was the last chip I had, "Papi please. You can fuck me. You can fuck me in front of them if you want. But please. I don't want to get fucked by Carl. I don't even know him."
Andrew didn't even look at me as Butch pulled me back down onto his cock. "Shut up bitch, keep sucking."
Andrew and Carl began to play the hand. As the cards fell, I was relieved to see that Andrew came out the victor. Carl seemed genuinely pissed. He looked at me and said. Fuck, let's go bitch. He walked me naked out to the bathroom (nobody saw, thankfully). Then he turned on the water and covered his fingers in soap. He didn't even bother closing the blinds as he finger fucked me. I could feel his fingers squirming around inside of my asshole. He started sliding them in and out roughly. It hurt, but I could feel a slight pleasure as well. "Listen bitch," he whispered, pounding my ass with two fingers, then three, "maybe i won't get that pussy tonight, but I will eventually. Be sure of that.) Finally, he pulled out and dragged my naked ass back to the room. When we walked in, Andrew was naked again and, to my dismay, Butch was setting up a tripod and a camera.
I looked at the camera and then back to Andrew who just stated "Don't even bother bitch. You know you're going to do it anyways. Is it really worth wasting our time?" The worst part about it was, he was right. I walked slowly into the frame and climbed onto the bed next to Andrew's hairy body. His cock pointed up, dripping wet with precum. He squirted some lotion onto his hand and then pushed the cold material up into my asshole. I got goosebumps, and slowly arched my asshole as his fingers probed me.
Butch said from behind the camera, "now that's a bitch in heat. I don't even know chicks who get like that." Finally, Andrew lined his cock up with my asshole and i sat on it's massive head.
"Here it comes cunt. After this, you're mine forever." The camera rolled as he pulled me down, sinking 2 of his 8.5 inches into me all at once. I felt like I was being ripped in two. Andrew moaned, but for the first time, I was louder than he was.
"Please Papi. I can't do this. You're too big. You're going to rip me in half." Tears ran down my face but Andrew continued to slowly inch his cock up my ass. It bent at the base as he crammed it deeper. I could barely think I was in so much pain. Finally he stopped. Over my tears I asked "Is it all the way in."
I could hear Andrew's friends laughing. Carl shouted loudly "A little over half-way bitch." Andrew wrapped his hand around the base of his cock still hanging out of my asshole. He slowly began to pull out. Then he sunk back in, his fist preventing his dick from going in further. He did this repeatedly until I began to feel waves of pleasure sweeping through me. The pain returned however when he suddenly removed his fist and buried his cock into me completely. I screamed so loudly I must have woken up the entire dormitory. However, this didn't stop Andrew who began to slowly raise and lower my ass over his cock, his pelvis rising and falling to dig his cock even deeper. After a few minutes, i was moaning like a whore in heat and he was bouncing me up and down on his cock wildly.
"Please fuck me papi. Fuck me hard."I ran my hands over his hairy body as his dick pounded my asshole into, like he said, a pussy. He pushed me off him, his dick sliding out of my now loose pussy. He laid me on my stomach, then roughly pulled my ass into the air so that my head was pinned down against the bed.
"Alright bitch, you really want to get fucked. Remember you asked for it. You wanna be papi's cumslut? You wanna be my little bitch?" He slid his cock back in and began to fuck me hard, enunciating his sentences with extra hard thrusts. I could fell his incredible mass as he fucked me. It was like he was pulling me on and off his cock, each time his cock head sending bolts of pleasure through my ass and cock. I could feel something building in my stomach, and almost felt like I had to pee. I was in such ecstasy I just laid there limply, letting him have his way with me.
As he pounded me, my dick started shooting shot after shot of cum all over his sheets. Listening to my raspy vibrating moans, I felt like I was almost somewhere else. Watching myself get pounded by Andrew. His fat cock was stretching my hole so wide as my ass cheeks pressed against his pubes. I could feel his hefty balls swinging back and forth, slapping against my balls as he piledrove me.
I was in heaven. Finally, he tugged out again, and sat on the edge of the bed. All I knew was I wanted his cock back inside of me. Facing the camera as he was, I sat back in his lap and felt his thick penis slide up my asshole once again. From under my legs, he reached his hands and pulled my cock back, pinning it between my legs as he fucked me, so that it looked like I had a vagina. I thought what this must look like to the camera. Me getting filled with cock, mine tucked away like a bitch, moaning loudly for more with the words "Andrew's Slut" scrawled across my forehead. Not to mention, thanks to the color commentary from Butch and Carl, anybody who saw the video would know I did it in front of an audience.
Not that it mattered anyways, Butch stepped into the shot finally and shoved his cock back into my mouth. Time to finish that blow job bitch. I was being worked from both sides. I could tell andrew was close and Butch, after having been sucked for so long during the game, was on the verge himself. Andrew was breathing heavy and his body was slick with sweat as he kept pounding me. His cock was rock hard. After about ten more minutes, andrew wheezed out "Butch, you close?"
"Almost there."
"Blow in the counts mouth I'm gonna fill her up from this end." I continued to remain limp as the two of them pounded their dicks into my mouth and ass. Suddenly, they both began to moan and I could feel, at one end Butch showering my throat down in semen, and on the other end, Andrew pumping my colon full of cum. The room filled with loud slopping noises as the two continued to pound me. Butch pulled out near the end of his load, and dripped some down my face laughing. He wiped his cock off in my hair and then stepped back out of the frame. Meanwhile. Andrew continued to gyrate his now softening cock in and out of my asshole, his hands pinching my nipples as I moaned softly.
He shifted me off of him roughly, then stood in front of me. Suck it bitch. Now, I know carl had cleaned me out, but the idea of sucking a cock that had just come out of my ass was a little gross. Andrew didn't wait, he grabbed my head and stuffed the musky cock into my mouth. I licked the juices off of it until it was clean. He pulled the cock out. Laughed as he rolled it over my face a couple times, then he too stepped out of the frame. The camera light was still on as I lay there, cum leaking out of my asshole onto Andrew's sheets, almost shaking from the orgasms I had had. I looked over and realized the guys were clothed. To be honest, i didn't even care what was going on. Carl and Butch wandered out. I heard one yell from the hall "Thanks for the entertainment bitch."
I was so dazed that I drifted off to sleep. I remember being woken by Andrew who lifted me off his bed and tossed me into mine mumbling "Get in your bed bitch. This aint a fucking sleepover."
I laughed to myself slightly, and nodded off.