Sammy's POV
Marcus took confident strides towards me, his big fat cock out in his hand stroking it whiles I struggled to walk backwards in my 5 inches red fuck me high heels. Despite the danger of the situation, I still couldn't bring my slutty self to stop looking at his impressive manhood. The black schlong was long, thick and veiny. The oversized reddish mushroom head was especially hypnotizing with precum oozing so deliciously out of it. My mouth watered at the sight of it even though I was terrified and my whole frame trembled with fear and excitement.
"Marcus, it's not what you think." I pleaded with him, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. He just laughed maliciously at me. My eyes betrayed me again by focusing on him touching himself. Try as I must, I couldn't look any other way. I wanted that beautiful black cock down my throat gagging me like an amateur cocksucker trying to impress.
"Dude, I don't fucking care what you are! You're still getting stuffed with this dick, faggot!" There was no room for argument, and I hated myself for not exercising a little more self-control today, though my hungry hole was twitching like a bitch in heat, wanting to be filled and stretched by his cock.
Marcus was supposed to be on his way visiting his family for the weekend and I thought I had the whole place to myself. Normally, I waited after a call from him on the highway to know that he was definitely on his way and another extra hour after his call just to be sure he was not coming back for anything before doing my kinky shit. Today though, I was too eager and started right after he left. Classes and football have been super stressful, and I needed release badly.
"I was just playing around!" I defended myself. I was trying so hard to downplay this nightmare unfolding between us. It wasn't a good idea to let someone with such a big ego like Marcus know how much power he had over me. I have lusted after him since freshman year and I was so excited when we became roommates and friends. I have been hoping for something like this to naturally happen to us for forever.
"Sammy you're dressed in a sexy pantie, a bra, stockings and in heels. Looking so damn passable and fuckable. No need to explain yourself man. Just come for this cock, Sissy!" A shiver run down my spine as he called me a sissy. That is exactly what I am, and I indeed wanted his big fat pole stuffing and stretching all my holes to the maximum. Marcus claimed to hate underwear, so he always walked around our place with that huge weighty tool swinging between his legs like nobody's business. It was torture to pretend not to notice, but I did. Drawing his penis from my memory alone will not be a problem for me if you ask me.
"All you have to do is let me tap that ass or else I'll tell everyone on the team that their beloved quarterback is a cocksucker who likes to wear panties and heels!" My cock throbbed in my black lace pantie with little red bowties on the hips and the front. People will not even be able to comprehend that their handsome, charming quarterback was a cumslut.
"If I suck your dick will you forget about this and not tell?" I bargained with him as my eyes welled up with tears threatening to spill at any moment. I wasn't ready to be outed as a sissy faggot on campus for everyone to hear. My white, upper-class, conservative family would unquestionably cut me off if they knew about my unconventional sexual desires. I wasn't ready to deal with that.
"Why the fuck are you acting like you're doing me a favor? Meanwhile, I'm the generous one here, allowing a pathetic sissy faggot like you to suck me and then pound your cunt. Now get on your knees and go to work." I felt so humiliated by my best friend and the wide receiver of our football team. Through all this ordeal my leaking member remained painfully hard ready to rip out of my lacy pantie. I have desired Marcus for so long, but I didn't expect things to go down like this.
"Hey Sammy boy come here" He stopped stroking his cock and motioned with his hands for me to come to him. I walked graciously, one foot in front of the other, in my heels with my hips swaying seductively from side to side to stand in front of him. Marcus wasn't repulsed by me dressed in ladies' lingerie so I might as well put some spice into my walk and turn him on. Practice makes perfect and I have been dressing up in heels to jerk off since high school.
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me. Marcus was a huge musclebound guy in contrast to my lean form. His shoulders were broad, his face was handsome with full lips, a killer smile with perfectly white teeth. In a perfect world he would be the ideal Daddy to handle me and I have fantasied about us having that kind of relationship so many times. Marcus was like sex on legs, he plainly oozed sex!
The tears that were threatening to fall finally did and I sniffled. I was so scared of what Marcus might decide to do with seeing me all dolled. I wouldn't be able to step a foot on a football field ever if my teammates knew. I even probably had to change schools and start all over again.
"Please Marcus! Don't do this to me. Pleeease!" I hugged him tighter. My ass was his if he wanted it. The thought of him fucking me anytime he wanted thrilled me, yet I wanted it to remain in the confinement of our apartment.
"Sweetheart, you know what I want. Give up that ass and I'll keep your secret." He whispered in my ears and though him calling me sweetheart made my stomach flutter I had to fight it and act tough. Old habits die hard.
"Don't call me that. It sounds so gay!" I weakly protested and he chuckled. Trying desperately to hold on to my masculinity and prove my dominance to him and others was so exhausting. I was so tired of it and I was ready to submit to this manly man before me who had an air of confidence and dominance surrounding him so effortlessly.
"Drop the act. I know you love hearing me call you that, babe." He kissed my wet cheeks and took my earlobe in his mouth and slightly bit on it. My hips thrust forward on their own, wanting to rub against his bulge. Marcus was so gentle in his kisses that I could only call the moment we were having tender. I really wasn't expecting that from him. I thought he was probably going to beat me up and kick me out of our apartment. Was he into me dressed up as a slutty girl or was he just horny? I wondered and figuring out what game he was playing was difficult in my lust filled brain.
"I see you were fully prepared for a solo session. Go ahead and let me see you do your thing!" He said after seeing all the toys I have laid down on my bed. His request shocked and excited me.
"I can't do that in front of you!" I said. He pulled away from the hug and watched me. Marcus' eyes darkened with lust and a hint of menace in them.
"Don't fucking tempt my patience, Sammy!" There was something threatening and cold in his voice that warned me not to disobey him. Marcus was not bullshiting around and I didn't want to make him anymore angry at me.
