Fuck, I hate dorm rooms.

Groaning, I throw my arm over my face to try to block out some of the light that is exploding through the cheap beige curtains, but even if I had managed to make it dark, the cacophony of the other students in the hallway and outside would have prevented me from returning to delicious dreamland.

Kicking the bed frame as I get up, I rub my eyes and scratch my beard. Nirvana is ringing out down the hallway as the jocks prepare for the upcoming weekend, letting me know that I also need to get moving. I stretch my arms over my head, shoulders popping. My muscles are still tender from the gym yesterday, and I continue to stretch as I paw through the closet for my clothes.

The communal bathroom is a hell hole as usual. Being one of the bigger guys in the dorm building made me self-conscious sometimes, but mornings like these really worked in my favor. The scrawnier men hustled out of my way as I threw the door open, yawning like a bear and heading for a shower.

For a moment, I try to tune out the earsplitting grudge music and idiotic crows of my classmates to refocus on the dream I had been having. Geena. Sexy, curvy Geena, perched on one of the black stone chemistry tables in the lab, telling me that if I hurried with my work then we could fuck right then and there before my next class. My cock jumps in response, and I grasp it in a firm grip as I fantasize, trying to recapture the magic of the dream.

In my mind, she had just popped open the clasp on her neon-green bra when someone out in the hall blows an air horn, followed by raucous hooting. I let go of my now flaccid member, resigned to blue balls, and turn off the shower. Fucking dorms.

Back in my room, I glance over at Kyle’s bed. Unsurprisingly, it’s empty. Since it was Saturday, he was undoubtedly with his girlfriend. He was the easiest roommate ever since he was never here. It definitely facilitated Geena and I’s blossoming kinkfest of a relationship. Ridiculously, I feel a blush heating my cheeks as I recall our last time together. Geena had ridden me, her hair cascading over our bodies and my wrists tied to her cheap hand-me-down headboard. Since it was Geena, that wasn’t all, either.

 At first I had tried to ignore the plug that she had slid up my asshole, but as she rode me with abandon and I could feel my climax building like a storm cloud, the pressure of the plug deep inside of me had been impossible to ignore. When I finally shot in her, while she screamed her completion to the ceiling, my asshole had clenched so hard around the plug that I had seen stars.

She had looked so proud of herself, commanding me to roll my quavering body over so she could remove the plug. The look of smug satisfaction she wore combined with my burning shame was intoxicating. I protested sometimes, but goddamn did I want everything Geena had to give me.

Lost in thought, I miss the first few knocks, but scramble up to answer the door on the third. In the hallway, which has suddenly grown quiet while my dumbass dorm neighbors stare slack jawed, was Geena. She’s radiant as always, a plaid skirt brushing her ample thighs and a cable-knit sweater vest over a velvet black shirt barely containing her breasts as they strained against the fabric. Her hands were full, the first holding a drink carrier that contained the ambrosia of college students, coffee, and the other a small black duffle bag.

I narrow my eyes at the mystery bag, and then back up at Geena. Like a lioness stalking her prey, she bares her teeth at me in a ferocious smile, coming into the room and closing the door behind her and flicking the lock closed.

I reach for the cup, but Geena pulls it away, swaying her hips as she sits the drink holder on the table and throws the bag on the bed.

“Ah ah. Coffee’s for after you say thank you.”

“Thank you?” I tell her, confused.

“I had a better idea for repayment.” She leans over, giving me a peak of her lacy red panties as she unzips the bag. Surprises from Geena are either the best experiences of my life, or mildly terrifying. Or both.

From the bag Geena pulls a flesh-colored dildo, about the same size as my own member, attached to a leather pair of what looks to be panties and assorted other straps.

Oh, hell.

“Geena..” I begin, nervously looking at the door, “Can’t we do this at your place baby?”

She shakes her head, slowly walking towards me. “No, love. I want your ass, and I want it now.” She snaps her fingers, long red acrylics clicking together. “Undress.”

I swallow hard, but I know that telling Geena no is pointless. Lately, she is my mistress in the bedroom, and I am putty in her hands. Head lowered to keep her from seeing how flushed my face and neck are, I strip, pulling my t-shirt over my head in one fluid motion and unzipping my cargo shorts, pushing them down my legs to the floor. Standing nude in my dorm room has my stomach rolling. Just paper-thin walls separate Geena and I from everyone else.

She approaches, threading her fingers through my chest hair and leaning her soft body into mine. “What a good boy,” she purrs, gently brushing the corner of my mouth with her full lips, a shadow of red lipstick remaining on my face.

“What am I here for, Mike?” she breathes into my ear as she circles behind me. I squeeze my eyes closed as she drags her nails almost imperceptibly across my skin as she moves around me.

“M-my ass.” I stutter.

“Your ass, what?” she asks, her front pressed to my back as she reaches around me, cupping my sack in her hands.

I blow out a breath slowly, “My ass, ma’m.”

“That’s right.” she continues to cup my balls, running her fingers over them like a whisper while her other hand grips my half-erect cock. Her touch on my shaft is like lightning. It always is. I’m immediately fully erect, and she pumps me a few times, spreading the drops of precum leaking from me over the thick head as she does so. I grunt, body stiff. As good as this is, I know Geena isn’t going to be satisfied with a mere hand job.

My suspicions are confirmed when reaches up to rest her hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me to my knees. She frowns at the clack of my kneecaps on the hard linoleum, and hands me a pillow, having me kneel on it facing her.

First, she pulls off the sweater vest, and then the velvet shirt, tossing them onto the bed. She’s wearing a barely-there lace tank, the tops of her perfect, jiggling breasts spilling over and areolas peeking out. My mouth waters, remembering the taste and feeling of her hard nipples on my tongue.

She then steps into the harness of the strap on, pulling it up over her skirt and tightening the straps. The dildo wiggles ominously as she does so, and I’m filled with a strange mixture of anticipation and dread. No one can do this to me but Geena.

She saunters close to me, throwing one heeled foot up on the bed behind where I’m kneeling. Her crotch is nearly in my face, the dildo pointing straight at me.

“I need you to get my cock wet before I can fuck you with it, darling.” she thrusts her hips forward and the tip of the phallus brushes my mouth. Feeling absurd, I lick the tip, but Geena ‘tsk’s’ at me, grasping my jaw, slipping a finger into my mouth and opening it as she thrusts her…her cock into the cavern of my mouth.

Geena pumps in and out of me, her plastic cock skating over my tongue but never pushing too hard or making me gag. She is forceful, but considerate. Geena runs her hands through my hair, telling me how much she loves seeing my mouth full of her cock, and how hot I look with a dick down my throat.

Finally, she pulls out. “Turn around, on your feet, laying over the bed, and grab the railing.” she instructs, heels clicking as she moves behind me and lays her hands on each of my ass cheeks, kneading them before slipping one hand around me to grip my erection. I shudder, nervous and unbearably aroused.

“What has you so hard, Mike?” she asks, her voice thick with lust.

“Your…uh…your cock down my throat, ma’m.”

“What a dirty boy.” she spanks me sharply and I jump with a yelp. She is immediately rubbing her hand in circles over the abused flesh, kissing a trail up my spine as she spreads my cheeks and I feel the head of her cock brushing my hole.

I’m breathing like I’ve just run a marathon. Thank God yesterday wasn’t a leg day at the gym, or I would have collapsed by now. Geena is murmuring praise to me, interspersed with hot kisses on the bare skin of my back and shoulders, as she squirts lube from her bag between my cheeks and on her plastic member. Then the waiting is over.

I feel the head pushing, pushing, and finally breech my asshole and I clench my fists in the sheets. Fuck, it burns. I know now why she had been working me with increasing sizes of buttplugs over the past few weeks, but the plugs are nothing like the invasion of the dildo into my body. Geena is slow and careful, breaking from her dominant persona to check on me as she penetrates. After what feels like hours, her pelvis is pressed against me and we are both gasping audibly at the effort. Sweat has beaded over my skin and I feel exhausted already, but she’s in. She’s inside me, and now she’s going to fuck me.

“Look at you Mike. Full of my cock.” she tells me, her voice strained. I simply moan in response. Taking it as acquiescence, Geena pulls out slowly while I struggle to relax. Her next penetration is faster, more sure, and on the third I’ve relaxed enough to feel her hit something remarkable inside of me. A button of pure, blissful sensation.

“Holy fuck. Geena,” I grit out.

“Does it feel good, getting fucked? Do you like it?”

“Yes!” I huff, letting my head fall forward so my forehead presses into the bed. She’s fucking my ass fully now, and each time she bottoms out in me I feel a rush of pleasure sparking from deep inside me and shooting up my spine. I’m painfully erect. Can I come from just being fucked in the ass?

I’m helplessly moving my hips, hungry for the caress of Geena’s soft little hand and having to settle for the rough college-provided comforter when my worst nightmare happens. I hear keys jingling, the lock rotates, and the door opens. Geena freezes, and so does my roommate Kyle in the doorway. I hear the door quietly click closed behind him.

Kyle, my swim-team roommate with sandy blond hair, is staring dumbly at Geena and I. I try to shrink in on myself, and Geena is slowly pulling out of me, speechless, but Kyle clears his throat first.

“You, uh, don’t have to stop.” he tells us, laughing nervously. “I’ll be out in a second. I mean. Unless…”

“Unless what, Kyle?” Geena asks, perturbed.

He coughs, looking anywhere but at us. I’m pawing at the comforter, trying to pull it over me. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life.

“My girlfriend mentioned something like this and uh…I thought maybe you’d let me watch so I know if I’m interested or not…”

Geena relaxes, and from half under the comforter I can imagine her face as she reapplies the visage of the dominant sex goddess.

“If you sit quietly, then you can watch. You can touch yourself, but I don’t want to hear you, do you understand?”

“Yes.” Kyle says immediately, plopping onto his bed.

Geena leans over me, pulling the comforter off of me and kissing my neck. “Don’t be embarrassed. Don’t we all cum in front of our roommates at least once during college?”

I stay silent, still mortified, and Geena seems to take offense, pulling out of me and slamming back in harder than before. I yelp, followed by a helpless moan, and she chuckles, resuming a more reasonable pace as she fucks me. It takes some time, but soon I’m throbbing hard again, and she’s striking my prostate with every few strokes. I try to ignore the fleshy slaps of Kyle jerking himself off 6 feet away, but it’s no use. I can’t shut it out, and knowing that he’s going to cum all over himself watching me get my ass fucked should make me insanely uncomfortable. Instead, it just adds to the taboo nature of the situation. I want him to watch?

I’m beginning to feel near tears at the blazing, unquenchable pleasure of Geena inside of me. I’m whimpering, fucking whimpering, desperate to come. I can hear her own thin, gasping moans, and she finally tells me what I’ve been dying to hear.

“Touch yourself, Mike.”

I hear Kyle exhale sharply. I wrap my hand around my cock, finally, and stroke myself almost furiously. It’s the gasoline on the flame I needed so desperately, and within seconds I’m spilling myself on the floor, sobbing as my whole body is wracked with pleasure I have never felt before. Fuck fuck fuck. I think I’m near death when finally the tsunami abates and I can suck in a full breath. Aftershocks rock me, stemming from my spasming hole.

As soon as my body goes boneless, Geena is pulling out of me and pulling off the strapon at breakneck speeds. I’ve just started to stand  when she scoots onto the bed, spreads her legs wide and pulls her lacy panties, soaked with her arousal, aside to reveal her shaved pussy.

“If you don’t make me cum, Mike I’m going to lose my mind.” she keens. I take no time burying my face between her legs, slipping two fingers into her sopping wet channel just the way she likes, crooking my fingers upwards and sucking her clit between my lips.

I hear Kyle finish behind me, groaning,  and Geena is watching him spill all over his fist as he watches her get eaten out. I run tight circles around her clit before sucking again, and she’s turned on enough from fucking me that it’s mere minutes before her back arches off the bed like someone possessed, and she cries out her orgasm, her legs quivering around my ears.

She falls back, completely spent, and pats the bed beside her.

“Come to bed for a minute, baby,” she tells me. ”We’ll microwave the coffee later.”

 The spell of her domination broken, I kiss her, tongue sweeping into her mouth so she can taste her own essence on me before I pepper kisses lower over her tits and the tops of her nipples before returning to her mouth for a last sloppy kiss.

Kyle is cleaning himself up, and I’m too out of it to worry about what just happened. Did I come harder because he was watching Geena work me over? Maybe. But I’d think about that later.

Kyle mumbles goodbye, and I hear his hand on the doorknob when Geena suddenly speaks up.

“Our little secret, right Kyle.”

“Uh, right. Our secret.” he promises before taking off.

Geena laughs sleepily and snuggles in closer to me. “He’ll be back.”

I sigh heavily and kiss the top of her head. What could she possibly want from me next? Whatever it is, I know I’ll give it to her gladly.