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..."
