Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2015 07:14:56 -0700 From: Nasty Slut Subject: making my roomie my slave whore 13 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If this is illegal, or hardcore, raunchy sex offends you, move along. Please donate to Nifty so we all my continue enjoying each others perverted minds. I always love to hear from you guys enjoying the story. If it's not your cup of tea....fuck off....why are you reading it? Chapter 13 Grabbing a beer out of Brittany's hand, I tuned out her annoying babbling about loving basketball players. I didn't come here to talk to bitches, I came here to drink. It was rush week, and although I had no plans of joining a frat, I came for the free beer, to make some connections, and to think about things. So here I was leaning against the wall at Alpha Tau Omega, putting up with annoying college girls. I mean, I liked pussy, but believe it or not, older chicks did more for me. Young girls sucked in bed, and couldn't handle my monster. Older chicks new how to fuck and salivated at the site of 12 inches of pure Mexican meat. Hell, how do you think I made most of my college money? Lonely, horny housewives pay pretty well to have a young, hung, and full of cum buck slam them in ways their husbands couldn't. See, I was a whore way before I made Scotty one. Scotty, fuck! That little fuckin whore was messing with my head. I wasn't a fag! Yea, I was no stranger to fuckin dudes, but that's where it stopped. My buddy Blain was my friend, but when I fucked him, he was just a hole to me. And I was just a cock to him. Nothing more. And truth be told, I kinda preferred boy pussy to girl pussy cause ass is so fucking better! A good fag knows how to handle a mans cock. Blain proved that. So did the other guys I had fucked. So did Scotty. And besides, I was naturally dominant and controlling, especially when I fucked. And I liked to be cruel. That was my favourite part when I fucked Blain. Blain liked it rough too. Like Scotty. Well, not like Scotty. No one was like Scotty. Goddamn it, Scotty! I punched the wall, scaring Brittany. She just scuffeled off to her sorority sisters, and I grabbed a fresh beer and my phone. There were some new messages. ------------------------------ Scotty sat there tied to the chair impaled on a huge dildo. He had to piss so bad, and Diego hadn't let him go. He couldn't hold it any longer, and pissed himself in the chair, making a puddle on the floor beneath him. As he hung his head, the door opened, and he panicked. Before him stood a tall, thin guy wearing the university's sweatshirt. "Holy shit!" the guy said. "Dude wasn't lying. Want some cock, slut?" he said approaching Scotty and opening his pants. Out flopped a medium size cock that quickly grew to about 6". The strange guy untaped Scotty's mouth and pulled out the gag. Grabbing the back of the slaves head, he forced it down on his cock. Scotty knew better than to resist, as this was obviously a set up. He did what he knew was expected of him and let the stranger fuck his mouth. When the guy came, he shot his first squirt in Scotty's mouth, then covered his face with the rest. Then he pissed in the open mouth, feeding Scotty a big load. As he regagged the slut, he whispered in his ear, "I know who you are." Scotty's blood turned ice cold. He had no idea who this guy was, but he knew who Scotty was. And more importantly, he knew WHAT Scotty was. He just trembled as tears fell down his face. The scenario repeated itself 4 more times during the evening, every guy using Scotty's mouth as a fuckhole and a toilet, and telling him they knew who he was. Scotty was a total mental wreck by the end, both cursing Diego, and praying he would get home soon. He could see the clock, it was almost midnight. ---------------------------------- I stood outside our room, totally smashed. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I took a few moments to steady myself, knowing what would be on the other side of the door waiting. My cock started to get hard. I took a swig from the bottle I had swiped and opened the door. There he sat. The little whore. His face covered in Cum, his body covered in piss, puddled on the floor beneath him. He looked like a wreck. I just stood there, looking at my bitch, our eyes locked. I could tell Scotty had been crying. I had broken him. I had succeeded. Not looking away, I hit the bottle again, then walked up to my tied up whore. "Did you enjoy your evening, slut?" I hissed in his ear. He just looked at me plaintively, silently pleading to be released. I just laughed wickedly in his ear. "We have a little more personal business left tonight." I removed the tape and his gag. "Sir..." Scotty began. I grabbed his face and stared hard into his eyes. "It would be in your best interest to shut up, slut." I slurred. "You don't want me angry right now. You wouldn't like hulk when he's angry!" I laughed. "But Sir, they said they know me." He whispered, head bowed, waiting to get hit. I just looked at him, actually impressed that he defied me. The bitch has balls. "Is that what you're worried about, slut? That they know the truth? The truth about precious little Scotty. That mister all American gymnast is nothing more than a pathetic, cock sucking, cum guzzeling, piss drinking whore?" Scotty wept while the words bored into him like a knife. I untied his bonds while I continued the assault on his psyche. "You worried they'll tell. That everyone on campus will know what a dirty whore you are? That you're just a faggot who will take any cock he can get?" Scotty just kept crying, head bowed, knowing I held every card. I took a moment of pity on my bitch, and told him the truth. "Look at me!" He raised his head to me. "They don't really know who you are. I told them to say that to fuck with you!" I laughed at my evil trick. "They were off Craigslist. All they knew is there was an avaiable cumdump and toilet boy." I picked up my boy, sliding him off the dildo as he melted against me, breathing a sigh of relief. I laid him on the bed and grabbed the lube. "Now to take what should have been mine first!" I sqeezed lube all over my hand and stuck three fingers right in his cunt. He was so loose I immediately stuck the other two fingers in and started working his worn out pussy. I didn't care how tired he was, I didn't care how sore his pussy was. I would claim that cunt back as mine. Claim it back from Big Bob. Scotty just wrapped his arms around my neck and held on. Soon I had my knuckles at his entrance , and Scotty breathed deep and hard. Grabbing the poppers, I held them under Scottys nose and he inhaled deeply a few times. As he started to spin, the little slut actually started pushing his ass onto my hand. I pushed back and my hand popped into his guts. "Ooooohhhh yeeesssss" Scotty hissed. He immediately started humping my arm as I made a fist inside him. I pumped his ass deep, claiming my territory. Grabbing the key, I unlocked his cage, freeing his cock which sprang to full attention. "Cum for me! Cum for me now bitch!" I ordered. Scotty gasped as cum shot out of him hitting him in the face. Shot after shot coated his body as he jerked on my arm. I pulled out and slammed my cock in him. I grabbed his head and started kissing him frantically as I pounded him. For 20 minutes I pounded into him, never taking my mouth off his. I shot a huge load into him and collapsed, passing out on top of him. Sometime during the night I woke up to find my arms wrapped tightly around Scotty, holding him tight to my chest. Goddamn you Scotty McGregor.