Accidental Booty Call

My name is Jake, and this story is from the time I was a sophomore in college and living in the dorm. As an only child, I have always been used to my privacy and getting what I wanted. The dorm life was different. Privacy was at a premium, and compromise was the name of the game.

My roommate Chris, was a junior, and a notorious ladies man. He usually spent his weekend evenings out at some party getting his dick wet screwing some random girl or getting a blowjob. He almost always stayed out late and returned early in the morning with a story to tell. I was jealous of his ability to so easily bed women. It didn't hurt Chris that he was over 6'2'' and muscular, while I was 5'7" and pretty slim.

I wasn't doing bad for myself in the dating department, however. I was dating a sophomore softball player named Tanya. The softball team usually had games on Saturdays, that involved either overnight travel, or left Tanya needing to get to bed early on Friday so that she could play well on Saturday.

The combination of Tanya's softball obligations and Chris's outings left me with enough privacy to pursue one of my favorite interests on Friday evenings in my door room, that of cross dressing.

I had been cross-dressing for a while, and going to college had robbed me of the chance to dress up as much, but I was able to indulge from time to time still. I kept my feminine attire in a chest underneath my bed that was securely locked. I didn't need or want to explain that portion of my life to anyone.

Despite my interest in dressing up as a female, I'm a relatively normal guy, majoring in Business. I don't do it to attract men, or for attention. I just like wearing the clothes. Sometimes, I would wear panties under my clothes to class, just because I liked the way that it felt.

Unfortunately one of those days, Tanya had cornered me in the stacks at the library, for a surprise blowjob on my birthday week. I had to turn her down to avoid her finding out my interest in wearing women's clothing as I was unsure how she would take it. Tanya had given me a hurt and bewildered look at the time, as I'm sure it was the first time that a guy had turned his girlfriend down for oral sex.

What should have been a rewarding and mind blowing blowjob for me, ended up turning into me spending a week groveling and doting on her to get back in her good graces.

This brought me to this Friday night. Tanya was away on a softball trip and Chris was out gallivanting and getting his dick wet. This was the perfect time to indulge myself.

My options were somewhat limited but always stylish. I always kept my body shaved, moisturized, and toned to aid in my transformations during the short periods that I got to dress up. I told Tanya that I liked how my body felt this way, and she accepted the explanation fortunately.

Reaching in my trunk, I pulled out a black bra and thong panty set. They were lacy, seductive, and somewhat expensive. But I loved them. Every crossdresser has a favorite set of underwear and these were mine.

Putting them on, I modeled them in the mirror on the back of the dorm room door, and loved how I looked in them. I would have liked if had I been able to fill out the bra and panties naturally but that was what the padding was for. I slipped the gel inserts in my bra and panties and adjusted them. They gave me the illusion of B-Cup breasts and rounded hips which was adequate given my slim frame.

Reaching in the trunk, I pulled out a pink sleeveless skater dress and white strappy heels. I pulled the dress over my head and smoothed it out over my slim body, liking how the soft and delicate material felt on my skin. Sitting down at my desk, I strapped the heels on my feet. They were four inches in height and quite sexy without being too difficult to walk in, not that I was going anywhere.

For the final touches, I pulled out my makeup kit and a honey blonde wig. Standing in the door, I applied mascara, eyeliner, pink lip gloss, and just enough foundation to lighten my skin and hide any imperfections and blemishes on my skin. I applied pink-press on nails to continue the theme that I had started.

After I attached the wig to my head, I made sure none of my own dark brown hair were showing, and used my brush to comb it out and lightly style it. The wig came down to about shoulder length and looked exceptionally realistic. It better, given what I paid for it. Looking in the mirror, I saw the spitting image of a pretty college girl ready for a night out at a frat party.

I was too shy to actually go out, for fear of being found out as a crossdresser, but dressing up and staying in was fun enough and satiated my need to wear pretty things.

Most evenings when I dressed up, I did things that most college guys did, which mostly consisted of having a few beers, playing video games, and scrolling social media on my phone. I also read some. But I figured I had an evening of fun ahead of me until Chris returned the next morning.

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My evening was progressing well. It was after 1 am, I was on my fifth beer of the six pack that I had purchased earlier that day using my fake ID, and at this point, I was just sitting on the small love seat in our room scrolling my phone. My plan was to finish the six pack, masturbate, change back into my guy clothes, before going to bed.

That was when I heard it. The unmistakable sound of a key being inserted in the door. My heart raced presuming it was Chris and that he was about to find out my secret. He would probably tell all the guys in the dorm hall who would relentlessly tease me about it. Then he would tell Tanya. She would surely dump me, as I doubted that she wanted to date some cross-dresser, when she could have a real man.

Time seemed to stand still as Chris fumbled with the lock, before eventually opening the door. I had the lights dimmed, and he scanned the room, obviously drunk, before focusing his eyes on me.

I felt the color drain from my face as Chris looked at me, before a lurid smile appeared on his face.

"So, you didn't get enough of me last time... huh?" he asked, slurring his words.

As drunk as I was, he probably thought I was one of his conquests. I decided for now it was best to play dumb and hope that he passed out.

"H-hi, good to see you again Chris," I said in my sweetest girly voice. I hadn't practiced it much, and hoped that it worked on Chris in his drunken state. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course I do, babe. You're... umm... Stacy, right?"

I'd no idea who Stacy was. I doubt Chris did either. He rarely remembered the names of the girls he would hook up with, but he would always tell me about the slutty things they did. I doubted that he could clearly remember the faces of many of them.

"Y-yes. I'm Stacy."

"Well, I don't see my loser roommate around here," Chris said. "That was good thinking, kicking him out so that we can have our private time."

"Um yeah," I said. "He was happy to go out for a walk."

"Well let's not waste time," Chris said, dropping his jeans and boxer shorts to the floor, revealing his manhood.

I gasped at the sight of it. It was easily the biggest that I had ever seen, and it was still dangling there flaccid. The size of it when soft easily exceeded my dick's size when I was erect.

Chris laughed at my obvious staring at his dick. "I know this is what you came back for Stacy, another taste of this. Right?" he said, while aggressively stroking it and pointing it at me.

"It is impressive," I gulped.

"Hell yeah it is," he arrogantly crowed. "Now be a good girl, and use your cocksucker lips to get me off. Jake is going to be home soon, and I need to get off again before I pass out."

I weighed my options. Try to refuse him and hope that I could squirm my way out of this, or get him off as quickly as I could, so that he could pass out, and hopefully forget all about this by the time he woke up.

I figured that in Chris's drunken and aggressive state, he was likely to be quite forceful, and if I refuse or don't cooperate, that would most surely lead to him finding out that my hair was really a wig, or that my breasts were fake, and that I had male bits in my skirt.

Begrudgingly, I made the fateful decision to submit to his advances.

Coyly, I said, "You know me too well, I just couldn't wait to get another taste."

"Then come and get it babe," he smirked, waving his dick at me, like how a matador waves a red cape for a bull.

Suggestively licking my lips, I slid off the love seat, and crawled on the hard tile floor toward him, kneeling on it. Looking up, I could see him looking down on me with a look of desire and craving in his eyes.

I used my relatively petite hands to grab his now hardening dick, and took it slowly in my mouth while looking up at him. I was disgusted having the bulbous head of his dick in my mouth. The underside of it was slippery sliding along my tongue. I could taste the salty grime from him sweating over the course of the day. It was gross.

Knowing that there was no turning back now, I started bobbing up and down on his big dick, while stroking the bottom of his shaft with my right hand and gently massaging the balls with his left hand.

Some blowjobs were meant to be slow and sensual, but this one wasn't. I was working my hardest to get his dick to spew cum so that he could pass out and I could change and hopefully forget all about this.

The panting and gasping noises that Chris was making told me that I was making good progress on pleasuring him. I just hoped that he would cum soon. Unfortunately for me, Chris was both drunk, and had already hooked up earlier that evening, which meant I would need to work extra hard to get him off here.

I was humiliated and degraded being put in this position. I wasn't excited in the least, my modest dick resting limp in my panties.

Pulling my mouth off his dick, I could see a trail of saliva connecting my pink lips to the large head of his dick. While still stroking his large shaft with his hands, I took his balls in my mouth one at a time, suckling on them. I had loved this the only time that Tanya had done this for me. I think she was drunk on tequila when she did it. I hoped this would surely help him get off sooner.

It probably wasn't so bad as I kept my pubic hair trimmed and shaved in preparation for my excursions. Meanwhile, Chris's pubic hair was barely trimmed and I was getting many coarse hairs in my mouth as I pleasured him.

At least hearing his groans of approval I could tell that my debasement was being well received by Chris.

Wrapping my lips securely around his dick again, I sucked with every ounce of desperation that I could garner, while simultaneously stroking his thick shaft with both of my hands.

My determined efforts had an instant effect on Chris, who tensed up within a minute of my redoubled efforts.

"You're going to get exactly what you want babe," he panted out in a desperate voice. I took note how the formerly confident and arrogant tone of Chris had changed to one of desperation. He needed to cum right now, more than anything in the world.

I kept working on his thick dick, to feel it twitch in my mouth and spurt his hot sticky cum load on my tongue. I thought it tasted rancid and hated the texture. It was slimy and gross, but I did my best to not throw up for fear it could out me.

I wanted to get up and spit his cum in the trash can. But Chris's hand was firmly grasping my head, for his own balance I think, and I chose to swallow it in one big gulp. Chris smirked as he saw the tell tale signs of his creamy cum going down my throat, and slowly withdrew his dick from my mouth.

I watched as his dick slowly worked its way out of my mouth. I was relieved that it was seemingly over. I could see that there were still remnants of cum trickling out of his dick.

"That was really good," Chris said, "you're even better than I remember."

Still with a firm grasp on my shoulder, Chris brought his still erect dick back toward my mouth. I thought that he was going to make me suck the rest of his cum out of his dick. Instead, he slowly traced his dick around the curve of my lips, painting them with a glossy sheen from his cum.

I was shocked and humiliated from his arrogant display and didn't react when he grabbed his phone off the table and quickly took a couple of pictures with my pink lips frosted with his cum.

"This will provide me with some good material to jack-off later, Stacy," he said.

From my knees, I simply nodded.

"Now get out of here, come back next week, and we'll do this again. I know how much you like my dick sweetheart," Chris said.

My eyes were wide with shock that Chris expected Stacy to orally service him again. I had no desire whatsoever to do that.

Fortunately, Chris pulled up his boxer shorts and went over to his bed, and crawled in it, passing out within a minute. I grabbed a t-shirt and shorts and ran out of the room, and ran off toward the bathroom in my heels.

Slowly opening the door, I looked around and noted that the coast seemed clear. Grabbing soap from the sink, I ran off toward a shower stall and closed the curtain behind me.

I quickly disrobed out of my feminine clothes, and pulled on the t-shirt and shorts. Using the soap, and water from the shower, I washed my face clean of the makeup the best I could. It probably wasn't perfect, but it should be good enough for tonight. Chris always slept in when he was hungover, and there would be ample time in the morning to properly present myself as his roommate Jake once again.

Balling up my dress, lingerie, and heels, I walked back down the empty hallway, and made my way into our dorm room, where I encountered the fresh scent of sex in the air. I almost hurled knowing that I was the girl in this scenario, and that Chris had used my, to him, eager and slutty mouth to get off.

Throwing my clothes under the bed, I climbed in my bed, and tried to sleep. It didn't come quickly, as I was too preoccupied with the events of the evening. Finally, sometime after three am, I finally dozed off.

###

Chris had predictably woken up in a chipper mood, despite his hangover, the next morning. I guess getting two women to suck you off in one evening qualified as a red-letter day. I wouldn't know from experience obviously.

He told me all about how some sorority slut named Candice had sucked him off in the bathroom and told me all about what he and Stacy had done in our dorm room when he got home drunk from the party.

I felt humiliated how he described me as a slutty, willing, and enthusiastic cocksucker. What was even worse was having to pretend that Stacy had come over looking for him and that I agreed to leave the room so that she could lay in wait for him.

I told Chris that I had simply gone to one of the lounges to watch television while he hooked up with Stacy. Fortunately, he seemed to buy my explanations. Unfortunately, he told me how Stacy had agreed to come over next Friday night and suck him off again. I was hoping that he would have forgotten about that, but alas, he hadn't.

While I told him that I would happily clear the room for him and Stacy to hook up again, I had no intentions of dressing up again on Friday night or submitting to him sexually again. I figured that he got laid enough, that he would quickly get past Stacy blowing him off and move onto some other eager and willing slut. This campus had enough of them for him it seemed.

On Saturday night, I went out with Tanya, and she actually went down on me. It was gratifying and reassuring to lean back and receive a nice blowjob from my girlfriend after I was on my knees the night before.

I also had a fresh perspective on what it felt like to be the one giving a blowjob versus receiving one. I resolved to be more grateful to Tanya from then on for being considerate enough to suck my dick on occasion.

Tanya's dick sucking skills weren't the best but she tried. I couldn't help but compare her technique to my efforts the prior evening that had resulted in me being able to bring Chris to orgasm.

I returned home on Sunday morning after spending the night at Tanya's. I brought her coffee and donuts for breakfast from her favorite coffee house to thank her for her generosity the prior night.

The rest of the week progressed normally after that. Chris's behavior didn't betray any indications that he knew it was me who sucked him off in our room on Friday night, which was a great relief. We didn't do a whole lot together but things seemed pretty normal.

I had resolved to not cross-dress for the rest of the semester until I got my own place, or at least lived in an apartment where I had my own bedroom. The risk was too great, and had already resulted in me having one load of cum down my throat. I didn't want any more.

Friday night rolled around and Chris, like usual, went out while I stayed in and had a couple of beers. I thought about what I would tell Chris when scrolling my phone. I figured it would be best to tell him that Stacy never showed up. With any luck he would forget about her in a few days and obsess over his newest conquests. Around midnight I finally fell sleep.

It must have been around two AM, when I woke up to sounds of movement in the room. I was surprised and dismayed to find Chris walking around the room in a drunken and agitated state. This wasn't good.

"What's the matter Chris?" I asked, already guessing the answer.

"That little bitch wasn't here when I got home!" he screamed while slamming his fist on the desk. "I was expecting a blowjob from that slut, but she isn't here."

Before I could form my response, he took out his phone, and opened up the photo he took last week. There I was all dressed up, his leaking cock resting between my lips, and a tell tale sign of what had transpired.

"I'm gonna send this to all my buddies, and ask around. Someone will know who she is. She can't cock-block me like this."

Shit. I thought. Chris may not recognize me in his drunken state, but surely someone else will. I needed to do something.

"Chris... wait. She was here." I spoke up hurriedly and got up, trying to stop him from sending the message.

"She got here a little bit before midnight," I said. "What time did you get in? She must've gotten tired of waiting for you and went home. That would explain why the room was empty when I came back around one-thirty."

That seem to calm him down.

"Ya that must be it," Chris said. "I know that little slut loves sucking my dick, but I left her waiting too long today."

"Well there you go," I said, hoping that would defuse the situation.

"I got it," Chris said. "Next Friday, when she comes over, text me. That way I won't leave her waiting."

I gulped. He expected me to text her that Stacy was at our dorm and eager to suck his dick again?

"Why don't I have her text you when she gets here?" I offered.

"Nah, I don't want that slut to have my number," Chris countered. "She already traced down where I live. If she has my number, she'll think she's more to me than some slutty cocksucker. You text me when she's here."

"What if she doesn't show up next week?" I asked, hoping to find a way out of this. I didn't want to spend the rest of the semester sucking off my roommate's dick every Friday.

"Oh she will show up for sure," Chris confidently asserted. "She showed up tonight right? That little slut loves sucking a big cock. You watch and see. Stacy is going to show up next Friday and every Friday after that, eager and desperate. If not she's going to pay."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as Chris's voice changed from his usual confidently assertive tone to a much more menacing one.

I wasn't sure what was worse: If I show up, at some point he might figure out that I am Stacy before the semester was over. And if I don't show up, he would no doubt spread the picture of me dressed up with Chris's cum on my lips. I would be ruined for sure.

Doing the math in the back of my head, I figured there were only 6 Fridays left in the semester. Six blowjobs was a relatively small price to pay in exchange for not getting pounded into the pavement by my roommate and humiliated as a crossdresser and cocksucker before everyone in the campus.

I decided submitting to Chris for the rest of the semester was my least bad option.

"Lucky you," I said, laughing, trying to hide my apprehension. "I'll definitely text you when she gets here on Friday."

"Thanks man," Chris said. "Sorry to put you out late at night. But you saw what she looks like. No way, I'm turning down a blowjob from that slut. Plus she eagerly swallows every drop I give her. Not every girl does that."

"I don't blame you," I said. I felt humiliated by the way Chris was talking to me, but it was only another six weeks. I could get through this.

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The next Friday I took in my appearance in the full length mirror on the back of our door. I was wearing a classic little black dress that came up to about mid-thigh, light black pantyhose, and 4-inch black pump heels.

My makeup was done heavily, and featured dark smoky eyes and cherry red lips. Underneath my dress, I was wearing a body shaper that contained a built in gaff. I figured it would help give me a better figure and make sure that my male bits were appropriately contained.

I had accessorized neatly with a silver chain necklace and silver bracelet. I had also gotten clip on red nails to wear that would complement my shade of lipstick. I liked how cute the jewelry and nails looked on me.

It was only ten-thirty pm, but I figured it didn't hurt to be ready early and besides I liked wearing my pretty outfit. This time I had strategically placed my male clothes and makeup remover in the lounge at the end of the floor, so that I could easily change after Chris passed out.

I had also gotten a purse for appearance's sake. I doubt that Chris would notice given how drunk and horny he was, but not having a purse the last time was something that he could have noticed had he not been inebriated and singularly focused on emptying his balls into my mouth.

Looking back in the mirror, I frowned as I really did look good. Dressed like this, I should be going out on a hot date or for a night of dancing, but instead I was too shy to go out dressed like this and was dressed up to suck off my jerk of a roommate and hopefully hide my secret in.

This sucked, I thought. But I cracked a beer, and waited for a good time to text Chris so he could come over and we could get this over with. I decided without risk of Chris coming home early, I decided to play some video games.

By the time the clock hit twelve-thirty, I was a little buzzed from my beers. I figured it was time to text Chris to come over and hook up with Stacy. But I had a problem that needed to be addressed before he came over.

I needed to use the restroom, and use it badly. I could usually hold it when I was dressed, but the stress combined with the six pack that I had quickly drank resulted in a full bladder that demanded release.

Our dorm room floor was men only. I would have to go upstairs or downstairs to get to a women's restroom, but that would mean a better chance of seeing people. I didn't want to pee into an empty bottle in the room to relieve myself, as that was gross.

I decided to chance going to the men's restroom. It was late and most of the guys were out anyway. Hopefully I could get in and out before anyone came home and used the bathroom to relieve themselves before going off to bed. I also reasoned that the women would have a better chance to make me as a male crossdresser than drunk guys.

Cracking the door open, I looked up and down the hall and found the coast to be clear. Mincing down the hall in my heels, I ducked into the bathroom and made my way toward the far stall.

I hiked up my dress and pulled down my body shaper, pantyhose, and black panties. Pushing my dick down toward the ball, I emptied my bladder into it, thankful for the relief it provided.

I finished up within 20 seconds and redressed myself before exiting the stall. I decided to forego washing my hands to save time and figured I could use hand sanitizer when I got back to my room.

Opening the door, I was shocked to find Marcus standing in the doorway. He was a guy in our dorm who was also notoriously a ladies man. He was tall, muscular like Chris, and black.

"Well... what do we have here?" he asked with a big smile, clearly pleased that he had run into me as he was looking me up and down.

I decided to play act being a dumb and slutty bimbo.

"Oh hi there!" I said tossing my hair. "I'm Stacy and I'm here to see Chris, but I needed to wash my hands, so I figured I would use the men's room. It was empty."

I was glad that I kept my makeup heavy tonight, and had worked on my slutty college girl voice earlier this week when I was alone in the room. It was certainly paying off now. Marcus didn't look intoxicated at all.

"Good to meet you Stacy," he said, still gratuitously ogling my curvy body. "I'm Marcus. If you're willing to hook up with him and his pencil thin dick, I'm sure you'll love a real man like myself."

Ugh, men were so shameless. Marcus fully expected me to put out within minutes after meeting him. While Marcus was wrong about the size of Chris's manhood, the bulge in Marcus' boxer shorts indicated that he was packing down there as well.

"No thank you sweetie," I said, patting him on his arm with my unwashed hand. "Chris is more than enough man for me and I'm going to be home shortly and I need to put on a fresh coat of lipstick before he gets here. You never know when it may come in handy," I said with a lick of my lips.

I slid my comparatively petite body past Marcus, and strutted down the hall, my heels clacking with each step. Before I disappeared in my dorm room, I turned back and saw Marcus still standing by the bathroom, staring at me.

He apparently was completely taken in by my feminine appearance. I can't lie, it was kind of intoxicating having a man fawn all over me like this, even if I didn't have any romantic desire in him.

I blew him a kiss before slipping into the dorm room and locking the door. If I was going to get through the next few weeks, I had to relish the small victories.

Sitting on the love seat in our room, I pulled out my phone to text Chris.

"Stacy just got here, and damn, she is looking fine. I'll be back around two."

I set the phone aside, and put it on silent. Sighing, I crossed my legs on the love seat and waited for Chris to arrive.

I heard Chris fumbling with the lock of the door not even fifteen minutes later. He must have been eagerly waiting for my text and rushed home.

"Jake wasn't wrong," Chris lustfully said, staring at my body. "You are looking fine tonight." He was even drunker than the last time we hooked up.

"I wore this just for you, Chris," I cooed, walking over to him, touching him on the cheek. "Now I need to get to work. I missed seeing you last week. One of my girlfriends had a meltdown over her boyfriend."

I was trying to intentionally sound catty and annoyed about last week, so that Chris wouldn't think that I had intentionally blown him off.

"I missed you too," Chris said. "Those slutty cocksucker lips of yours do great work."

"That they do," I demurely said, sinking to my knees. I figured the sooner I got him off, the sooner he could pass out and I could be back dressed as myself.

Working the fly of his pants, I fished out his dick. It reeked of recent sex. It pissed me off that Chris was getting his rocks off at some party and then got them off again right before he passed out.

His dick was quickly hardening, and I took it in my mouth, massaging it with my tongue as I bobbed up and down on it.

"There you go," Chris said in a breathy voice. "I missed your always eager mouth last week."

I tried to say thank you in response, but it came out mumbled and garbled due to having Chris's large dick stuffing my mouth. I instead, redoubled my efforts, using both hands to massage his dick, and bobbing faster, while sucking on his cock with all the suction I could generate.

"Someone is desperate to swallow some cum," Chris joked.

I blushed at him thinking I was desperate to swallow. Even in college, I knew even some of the sluttiest girls wouldn't swallow cum. What did that say about me? I pushed that thought aside and kept sucking on his dick.

"Tell me whose cum you want to swallow slut," Chris ordered. His tone was commanding. I knew I had to follow it.

Pulling my mouth off of Chris's big dick, but still stroking it intently with my petite hands, I anxiously told him, "Your cum Chris. I want to swallow all of your tasty cum. Please feed it to me."

It was humiliating and degrading to be submitting to any man, let alone the roommate I saw every day, like this. But I wanted this over as fast as possible, and giving Chris what he wanted was the fastest way to get him off I figured.

Chris smirked and said, "That's a good girl," while lightly stroking my face. "Get back to sucking and I'll feed you my precious cum that you like so much."

I did my best to hide my anger, and took Chris's big dick back in my mouth, bobbing up and down on it. At least so far he had been gentlemanly enough to not force my head down on his dick.

Working quickly, I soon had him on the verge of orgasm. I said a silent prayer of relief that I didn't have to suck his balls this time to get him near a release. Looking up at Chris, the look in his eyes told me that he was about to erupt in my mouth.

"Keep going Stacy," he enthusiastically said. "You're about to get what you want."

Chris cumming was a bittersweet experience for me. While him cumming meant the sexual encounter was over, it always meant swallowing his essence, which tasted awful, and was humiliating.

Pushing that thought aside, I started fondling his balls with one of my hands while my tongue danced around the head of his cock.

I felt his balls retract, a tell-tale sign that he was about to cum. I felt his dick twitch a second later, and the first of three cumshots splashed out onto my tongue.

"Don't swallow it yet," Chris delightedly said. "Show me that cum in your mouth."

WHAT??? This was so humiliating. Plus nasty. I already hated the taste, now I have to keep it on my tongue longer? I figured that I may as well get on with it.

Disengaging my lips from his cock, I leaned back and opened my mouth showing him the hot load of sticky cum pooled on my tongue, while trying my best not to gag. I raised my eyebrow at him, in a way of asking if it was okay to swallow and get this over with.

Much to my dismay, Chris had is phone up and was recording the whole thing.

"You look gorgeous just like that babe," Chris smirked. "You can swallow."

I swallowed quickly and had his sticky cum in my stomach less than two seconds later. I instinctively licked my lips, then internally scolded myself for how slutty that had to look on camera.

"My, someone was hungry," Chris said laughing. "Now get out of here."

He was such a prick. Kicking a girl out so soon after sex was degrading. Everyone knew that. While I wanted to go, that wasn't the point.

Rising to my feet, I smoothed out my dress, grabbed my purse, and opened the door. Before I could leave, Chris asked me a question.

"See you next week, Stacy?"

I wanted to tell him to fuck off. Instead, I smiled and sweetly responded, "Sure. See you next Friday," before closing the door behind myself.

I made my way to the lounge and found it empty. I locked the door behind myself and quickly changed back into my guy clothes before using the makeup remover on my face. Stuffing all my girl stuff in a paper bag, I returned to the room, to find Chris passed out just like that week.

After taking a drink of my beer to wash the taste of cum from my mouth, I climbed into bed, and found sleep to be difficult once again.

One week down, five more to go.

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The next morning Chris gave me the play-by-play of Stacy's slutty blowjob the evening before as well as the story of the slut he hooked up with at the party. He even played the video he took as I was showing him my open mouth full of his cum. Thankfully the video was grainy and my face was barely recognizable.

Still, it was humiliating watching myself that way, and hearing Chris lustfully recalling the blowjob I had given him. I would prefer to not hear about it at all, but guys sharing stories of their conquests was something they did to bond. Except I didn't feel like we were bonding; it felt like I was losing my masculinity.

Just then, I was startled by a loud knock on the door. Chris laughed.

"Scared much?" he asked. "It's open, come in."

It was Marcus from the night before. Chris greeted him. I took a sip of my soda and turned away, not wanting to make eye contact with him. Marcus didn't seem inebriated when he bumped into each other the prior night, and I was unsure if he would put two and two together.

"So you had a fun evening last night, I take it?" Marcus asked, in a knowing tone.

"Oh yeah," Chris said. "Hooked up with some slut at a party, and then came home to have my booty call waiting for me. I have to tell you, nothing beats getting a blowjob from some dumb slut before you pass out. How did you know?"

"I ran into her before you got home last night," Marcus said. "Damn is she hot. I tried to get a little bit of action off of her myself. The little slut flirted with me and then went back to your room. Left me with a serious case of blue balls. I'm good now though," he said laughing.

I blushed thinking about how I left Marcus with a state of blue balls that he felt compelled to relieve. Marcus' exploits around campus were well known, and the fact that men found me attractive was good to know, even if I still wasn't interested in them sexually.

"Stacy has a one-track mind," Chris said. "She's a greedy little slut for swallowing cum, specifically my cum. I tell you Marcus, it's the best. She comes over on Friday, sucks my dick, and leaves."

Both of them high-fived.

"It's too bad all women aren't like that," Marcus said.

I'll tell you why women aren't like that. It's because Stacy is a guy, I thought to myself.

"Ya that would be fun," I unconvincingly said.

"What's with you?" Marcus asked, turning to me.

"Oh don't mind him," Chris said. "Jake has a girlfriend and apparently believes in things like love and fidelity. It's kind of cute actually. Even if Tanya does have him pussy whipped."

Was I pussy whipped? I didn't think I was?

"It's not the worst thing, having a girlfriend," I countered.

"No, there are better things," Marcus said.

"Like getting sucked off by some cumslut, after getting home drunk," Chris laughed, pulling out his phone and showing Marcus the video of me dressed as Stacy with his cum coating my tongue and my pink lips.

"That slut is a freak," Marcus laughed. "You have her trained well."

It was actually beginning to feel hurtful how they were talking about Stacy... me. I couldn't stay around any longer.

"Hey guys, I need to head out. I'm meeting Tanya," I said.

"Later man," Chris said.

"Good to see you Jake," Marcus said.

With a final wave, I exited the room.

In reality, I wasn't meeting Tanya. She wouldn't be home from her softball game until later tonight. I just needed an excuse to get out of there. I made my way to the library to study but my oral submissions to Chris preoccupied my thoughts.

How could I retain my masculinity when I was dressing up to suck off my roommate every weekend? I wished I had just come clean to him when he first caught me dressed up. Sure, the guys at the dorm would have ridden me about it for the rest of the semester, but at least I wouldn't be servicing Chris every Friday night like a wanton slut.

My self wallowing was interfering with my studying. Not that I usually studied all that much anyway. I did it just enough to maintain the 3.0 GPA necessary to retain the scholarships that I had.

I decided to bail on the studying and go buy a new outfit for the following Friday night. The options in my trunk of clothes were beginning to dwindle and I didn't want to wear the same outfit twice. First it was unladylike, and second, and was worried that Chris might use that to pick up on my true identity.

I went to a local boutique in town that was commonly frequented by women from the college. I figured that would be a good place to find an outfit. I got a couple of odd looks from women until I told them I was shopping for my girlfriend.

They were more than happy to help me after that. I ended up purchasing a cute black racerback top, which showed off a little bit of my stomach when I tried it on, a pair of designer tattered jean shorts which showed off my shapely ass, and a pair of 4-inch silver heeled sandals.

I wished I could have tried them on to make sure they fit, but they were all in my size, and I didn't want to take the chance that someone from the college would see me trying on women's clothing.

My purchases set me back more than I thought they would, but I was sure they would look cute on me once I tried them on. I committed to going to Walmart next time I wanted to buy a cute outfit.

I walked back home to my dorm and hung out until the evening until Tanya texted me that she was home from her softball game.

Getting over there, I was anxious for some intimacy between us, both because I was horny and needed my masculinity to be affirmed by her touch. Unfortunately, she turned me down as the softball game had left her exhausted. I settled for giving her a back rub and cuddling with her.

In the morning, we went out for breakfast together, before parting our separate ways for the day. She always used Sunday to catch up on her studying while I basically wasted the day usually.

I hoped that we could have sex that week before I had to submit to Chris once again, but it wasn't meant to be.

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That Friday night, I was on my knees once again, sucking Chris's dick. While it was still humiliating to have a man's dick in my mouth, it was no longer the foreign concept that it once had been.

As I bobbed up and down on Chris's dick, the taste, texture, and feeling of my mouth being full of dick was now somewhat familiar to me. Still gross, but familiar. Like always, I was using my tongue to massage Chris's dick as I sucked him off.

It was dark in the room, which suited me just fine. Chris never paid much attention to me, other than using me as a receptacle to shoot his cum into. Usually, he didn't look down at me. Today was no different, he hadn't even commented on my new outfit. Which meant he didn't notice it or didn't like it. I'm guessing the former was the case. I thought it looked good on me.

At least he let me suck his dick at my own pace and didn't try to roughly face fuck me. The most he ever did was lightly thrust his hips to meet me bobbing on his dick, which I could manage well enough.

I had been going at it for about five minutes at that point, and his verbal cues indicated to me that he was about to cum. This was faster than the other times I had sucked him off. The fact that I was better at sucking dick was another blow to my manhood.

With a deep grunt and firm grasp of my shoulder, Chris's dick shuddered and shot his hot, sticky cum into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed it all before he could tell me to keep it in my mouth.

While I was getting accustomed to the feeling of having a dick in my mouth, I knew that I would never get used to the taste of cum. The taste of the stuff was rancid.

I looked up and noticed he was on his phone, texting.

That prick. Here I am on my knees humiliating myself and he is not even paying attention?

As Chris withdrew his dick from my used mouth, I took in a deep breath, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"That was your best blow job yet," Chris exclaimed, obviously feeling good from getting his rocks off, as he pulled his pants back up.

"Thank you Chris," I said, with a forced smile. Inwardly I hated him for having to submit to him in this manner.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Chris yelled.

Before I could react, the door opened and in walked Marcus, who had a lecherous smile on his face.

I was stunned, and too shell-shocked to say anything.

"Am I too early?" Marcus asked. I was still on my knees, kneeling before Chris. Even if Marcus didn't already know, it would have been obvious to anyone what me and Chris had been doing.

"No you're just on time. Stacy just finished me off, now it's your turn with her."

"His turn?" I asked alarmingly. What was going on here? I just wanted to get out of here and change.

"Sure," Chris said. "Marcus told me all about how you were flirting with him last week, but wouldn't hook up with him because you were too eager to suck my cock. Well, now that you've satisfied my needs, you can go take care of him."

"I.... I can't suck him off," I said in a panicked voice.

Marcus came over, and lightly stroked my chin, guiding it over and up toward his face. "Don't deny it babe, you were flirting with me last week," Marcus said in a knowing tone. "All of us here know what you want. Don't worry, we don't tell anyone how slutty you're being."

"I... I just can't," I stammered. I was nearly in tears. I had just submitted to one man. I didn't want to submit to another.

"Either way," Chris said, interrupting us, "take it elsewhere. I need to pass out. See you next week Stacy. You better show. Or else."

There was that dominant and menacing tone in his voice again.

"Come with me Stacy," Marcus said in a considerate tone, offering me his hand. I took it, thankful for the help to get up, and get away from Chris for the time being. I grabbed my purse as Marcus escorted me out of the room, with his right arm securely wrapped around me.

The strength of Marcus' arm was incredible, as he had it tightly wrapped around my slim body. As we walked, I was wondering how I had even let myself out from this situation.

He guided me into the very lounge where I had hidden my guys clothes to change into. He sat down on the couch, and pulled me onto his lap.

"My roommate is using the room for now, so we'll have to hang out in here," Marcus said.

"Um okay, that's fine," I responded. I'd rather be in the lounge than his dorm room anyway. I had nowhere else to go.

"I love your outfit," Marcus said. "You look amazing tonight. Those clothes compliment your figure perfectly."

I smiled with pride that Marcus liked my outfit. "Really? You like my outfit?" I asked, arching my back toward him, revealing even more of my stomach while jutting my fake boobs at him, before scolding myself for seeking validation from him.

"Yes, you look amazing Stacy. I'm excited to hang out with you tonight. But first, you need to go rinse your mouth," Marcus said. "I'll wait here."

Sighing, knowing why he wanted me to do that. I made my way out of the lounge and started walking toward the bathroom. Suddenly a thought hit my mind. What if I just went back into my dorm room and crawled under the covers? My purse had my room key, but I could always say I lost them and get another set. In the room I could grab my clothes once I was sure Chris was passed out, it didn't take long typically, and then change.

Moving as stealthily as I could toward my door, I went to turn the doorknob to find it locked. Shit, Chris must have locked it behind us. I sighed as apparently getting out of the clutches of Marcus wasn't going to be that easy.

Making my way to the bathroom, I rinsed thoroughly, trying to get the vile taste out of my mouth. I looked at the next sink, and someone had left their toothpaste. I quickly grabbed it, and put some on my finger. The minty taste of the toothpaste sure beat the taste of the sticky and salty remnants of Chris's cum that had previously been in there.

In the mirror, I noted that my lipstick was smeared and smudged from the blowjob. At least the rest of my heavily made up face was in good shape, I thought.

I returned to the lounge, desperate to find a way to get my clothes and purse, and then away from Marcus.

"Welcome back," Marcus said with a smile.

I smiled back and sat on the couch opposite him, grabbing my purse.

Pulling out my lipstick and compact, I painted the curve of my lips, blotted and smiled at my appearance. I really did like how I looked when I was dressed and properly made up. I transformed from an average, at best guy, to a pretty woman, with distinguishing features.

To my surprise, Marcus hadn't slid over to corner me on the couch. Chris would have been all over me at this point.

"You look so pretty doing that Stacy," Marcus said, his voice light, but clearly conveying his anticipation. "Would you like to come sit next to me?"

I thought about it for a second. I couldn't get into my dorm room, couldn't change back into myself until Marcus left this room, and if I wasn't going to pretend to be interested in him, Marcus was going to wonder why I was hanging out here instead of going home.

I decided to cuddle up, and hoped he didn't want to make out with some girl who just sucked a guy off. Then maybe he would leave me alone, and I could change and go to bed.

"Of course," I seductively said, and slid over, and cuddled up to him. My legs were cutely tucked under me, and his big arm was once again around me.

"You're a beautiful girl Stacy," Marcus said, which made me blush.

"Thank you," I responded. While I was straight, I enjoyed receiving compliments on my appearance from him. "Now pass me what you're drinking. I'm thirsty."

I was going to need some liquid encouragement if I was going to make out with Marcus. Plus I wanted a buzz. I took what he passed me, and took a long swig, only to find out it was straight bourbon over ice. I made a face at the harsh taste of the liquor.

"You suck dick, but liquor doesn't suit your tastes?" Marcus asked, laughing.

Smiling coyly, I responded, "Not at all. Just surprised by how strong it is." Then I took another long swig, and handed the cup back to him. "Now where were we?"

Marcus used the opening to take my wrist and guide my hand down toward his stomach, tracing across the bulge of his penis, and rested it there.

"How does this suit you?" Marcus asked, his eyes inches from mine.

My heart was pumping a mile a minute. His dick was huge from the feel of it. I could feel it twitch when my fingers traced across it. He still had a firm grip of my wrist. I needed to kiss him now, hoping he'd pull away.

Leaning in, I kissed him lightly on the lips, then opened my mouth and offered him an open mouth kiss. He quickly and eagerly responded, pushing his tongue into my mouth, pulling my body into his, and using his firm grasp of my wrist to guide my hand back and force over his dick. Though the thin material of his basketball shorts, I was basically giving him a handjob. It was humiliating to be pleasuring him in this manner.

I was hoping that he would be put off by kissing me after I sucked off Chris, but apparently, he didn't have any hangups about that. I would have to find another way out.

Breaking the kiss, I whispered, "Hold on a second."

"What's wrong babe?" Marcus asked. He even let go of my wrist, letting me free my hand from his throbbing dick.

"Is the door shut?" I asked. It was the only thing I could think of at the moment to ease the pace of the makeout session that I had started.

We looked over, and it was wide open. Fortunately no one was standing in the doorway. Marcus got up, and went over to the door and shut it, locking it. I realized then that I had given Marcus the impression that I wanted to go further, but wanted to retain a degree of modesty.

Marcus sat down next to me, wrapped his arm around me, more gently this time, and asked, "Better babe?"

"Yes," I squeaked out. "Thank you." I didn't know what to do. I was trapped in here with him.

"Come on," Marcus prodded, "where is that eagerness you displayed a moment ago?"

"I'm not sure," I said.

"Is it because I'm black?" Marcus asked. "I've seen women like yourself before. I'm guessing you've never had the chance to be with a black man before, but you've always been curious. Now you're getting cold feet when things are getting close."

"Maybe that's it," I responded, shrugging my shoulders and pouting, sliding away from him slightly. What I really wanted was to grab my clothes and leave. But Marcus would ask why I was fishing guys clothes from the bag under the couch we were currently sitting on.

"I'm just like any other guy Stacy," Marcus said. "Just with darker skin. That's it."

His words were comforting, and his demeanor was still a sharp contrast to Chris's treatment of me. It was like a breath of fresh air, but still, I didn't want to suck his dick. But his continued presence in this room prevented me from returning to my male self. If I got him off, maybe he'll go to bed and I can return to being Jake. Maybe he'll accept a handjob. That wouldn't be too humiliating.

"Pass me more of that drink please," I said, "then we can continue." If I was going to do this, then I needed to be a bigger buzz.

Marcus smiled and rubbed my back, as he passed me the drink. I greedily gulped down the rest of it, desperate for the alcohol to dull my senses.

After putting the drink back down, I leaned back in, offering my lips to Marcus as I made out with him. He once again took my small hand and moved it toward his erect dick. Reluctantly, I rubbed his dick through his shorts again. The girthy monster felt huge in my hand as our make-out session continued.

"Take it out of my shorts Stacy," Marcus directed as we broke a kiss to take a breath.

I nodded, my reluctance apparent on my face. I still didn't want to stimulate his dick, but it was the only out that I saw. Jerk him off, then change and pass out.

Reaching in his shorts, I pulled it out, and gasped at the size.

"Impressive isn't it?" Marcus asked in a confident tone. I could only nod as I was shocked by the impressive nature of it. While Chris was big, Marcus was massive, probably bigger than many of the men I saw in porn.

"Spit on your hand and stroke it," Marcus commanded.

Pulling my right hand off his dick, I spit in the palm, and returned my hand to his dick. It was standing straight up like a gigantic black flagpole and grasped it just below the head and rubbed his dick to apply some lube to it.

"It's so warm," I marveled, feeling how much heat it radiated in my hand. Marcus was rubbing my back lightly to encourage me along.

"See, I knew you would love it. All sluts do. Now stroke," he commanded. The sweet and encouraging tone of his voice was gone, and now he was speaking in a manner that conveyed an expectation of my submission to him.

At that moment I thought back to the prior week, when I had confidently teased Marcus and denied his advances. Now the tables were turned, and I was in a vulnerable position, rubbing his cock, and unsure what to do next. I kept rubbing his dick hoping I could get away with just offering him a hand job.

"Use both hands," Marcus ordered, in a tone that demanded compliance.

Obediently, I brought my left hand toward his dick and stacked both of them on top of one another. Using both of them I rubbed up and down on his dick, providing him double the pleasure, and double the humiliation for me. I had never done this with my own dick as the length had never called for it. Marcus' moans of pleasure, clearly indicated that he greatly enjoyed it.

While Marcus had been rubbing my back, his hand moved toward the clasp of my bra through the dress I was wearing. I panicked knowing that would cause the gel inserts in my bra to fall.

Removing one of my hands from his dick, I slapped his hand away. While I doubt I intimidated him, he pulled away.

"I'm not getting naked sweetie," I uttered.

"You're going to have to offer me something more than a handjob," Marcus remarked.

"I thought we could just do a handjob tonight," I pleaded with a forced smile. "I just love how your big dick feels in my petite hands."

"Don't play coy with me Stacy," Marcus said, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me in close to him. Looking down at me he said, "We both know you love sucking dick. You're over here tonight because you wanted to suck off Chris. Now you're going to suck me off. Is there a problem I don't know about?"

He was holding me so tightly just then. While I wasn't worried about him forcing himself on me, I was worried about his hand grazing across my chest or lap and finding out my secret. I could do this, I reasoned. It wasn't anything that I hadn't done before.

Forcing another smile, I said, "No problem, just a fit of nerves on my part."

"That's a good girl, I knew you'd see reason," he said while loosening his grip and rubbing my back.

I was committed to it now. Suck his dick. Get him off. He'll go to bed. Then I can change and get to bed myself. Sliding off the couch, I kneeled before Marcus. The head of his big thick cock was pointed straight at my face.

"More intimidating from this angle isn't it?" Marcus asked, smirking at me.

I nodded submissively at Marcus, pouting as I looked him in his eyes. They were filled with anticipation. I hesitated in bringing my mouth to his thick member jutting out from his pelvis.

"It won't bite," Marcus said, laughing at my reluctance.

I nodded, and grasped his thick member by the shaft and slowly brought it to my mouth, puckering my lips, I placed a wet kiss on its monster head. His dick twitched at my soft kiss, startling me.

"Don't let that scare you off Stacy. You're doing great," Marcus said, cajoling me. "Take the head in your mouth, savor it as you would a lollipop."

I noted then how Marcus' approach to women differed from Chris's. Chris was intimidating and mean at times. While Marcus could be assertive and commanding, he was also gentle and considerate in his approach. Him switching back and forth between the two provided a degree of unpredictability to his approach.

Submissively, I followed his directive, parted my pink lips, and took his head into my mouth, savoring it, and massaging it with my tongue. The look in Marcus' eyes told me I was pleasuring him well.

"Now put your hands behind your back," Marcus said authoritatively. "Blow jobs are given with the mouth, not with hands."

Startled by his tone, I quickly put my hands behind my back, and took more of his thick cock in my mouth. I was looking up at him, waiting for him to give me more orders. I'm sure I was a sight to behold for him, an apparent pretty blonde girl, her plump pink lips wrapped around his dark cock, and following his every command.

"There you go, take more of it in. The bob up and down on it," Marcus said. "It's like you were made to do this."

I'm guessing he said that to every girl, but I started bobbing up and down on his dick, noting the girth of his cock stretched my mouth more than Chris's dick. But at least it tasted better, and cleaner. I still wasn't looking forward to tasting his spunk at the end. But it was necessary to complete the job.

As I bobbed up and down on his thick shaft, massaging it with my tongue, I could see pink streaks of lipstick on his shaft. The contrast of my pink lipstick on the dark shaft of his dick was a sight to behold. I'm sure Marcus loved it.

"Gobble on my balls, slut," Marcus said.

Removing my mouth from his dick, I tilted my head right to start with his left ball and took it in my mouth, finding that even the size of it made it difficult to take in my mouth. I suckled on it with my lips and tickled it with my tongue, pleasing Marcus. I found this task wasn't as degrading as it was with Chris as Marcus at least kept his balls clean and trimmed.

Moving to his right testicle, I suckled on that one in a similar manner, until he told me to continue sucking his suck. Obediently, I complied and once again submissively wrapped his lips around his dick.

Marcus lightly stroked my face, almost tenderly, as I continued to suck his dick.

"You look so pretty doing that Stacy," Marcus said. His tone was cool and compassionate. "Just last week you were an arrogant and flirty little tease giving me a serious case of blue balls. You're not so high and mighty this week now are you? It's good to see you've learned your proper place."

I was red-faced as Marcus recounted the timeline of my teasing of, denying, and then eventual submission to him. I noticed something else that was new. My dick was straining against my panties. Was Marcus' domination of me a turn on? I seriously hoped it wasn't.

Either way, I didn't want him finding a bulge in the front of my tattered jean shorts. To be safe, I redoubled my efforts to get him off and started bobbing up and down on his dick even more, and sucking with all the effort I could muster.

Marcus laughed at my intense efforts to get the sticky white goo to shoot out of his dick. "See, I knew you would love sucking my dick Stacy. Soon I'll give you exactly what you want."

This was so humiliating, but it caused my dick to twitch slightly in my panties. I kept going, desperate to get this over. I now had enough experience to tell that Marcus was getting close. He had stopped lightly stroking my face, and now had a firm grasp of my shoulder.

I decided to tease the head of his dick with my tongue, which I hoped would send him over the edge. Fortunately for me it did. Less fortunately, he pulled my mouth off of his dick at the last second, before his first cum shot hit my cheek. The second one landed on my nose, and the third hit my chin. The rest just oozed out of his cock, dangling off the bulbous head of his cock, before dropping harmlessly on the floor.

I knew it wasn't that much in volume, a spoonful each at most, but it felt like someone had shot a fire hose full of cum on me. I felt degraded, almost even violated. Then I remembered, just seconds ago, I was perfectly willing to swallow his cum. This wasn't that much worse. Still though, I hung my head in shame at what I had done.

What was probably only 30 seconds later, but felt like 30 minutes, I finally summoned the courage to look up at Marcus. He had his phone open and was taking video of me.

"Kiss the head and thank me for letting you suck my dick Stacy," Marcus ordered.

I was thoroughly cowed and chastised by this man, and in that moment, knew nothing other than compliance. I leaned forward, feeling cum run off my chin into the lap of my dress, and kissed the cum covered head of his dick. Pulling back, I could see a string of cum connecting my lips to the head of his cock.

"Thank you Marcus for letting me suck your big black cock," I said in a soft, subjugated tone.

"You're welcome Stacy," he said, smirking at my submission to him, putting away his phone. "That was perfect. I love introducing sluts to what it's like to suck a real man's cock."

I blushed at his comment but took solace in the thought that Marcus thought of me as a real girl. At least he apparently didn't know my secret.

"Are you going to bed now?" I asked hopefully. I wanted to wash the mess off of my face, then go to bed myself.

"Not for a bit," Marcus said. "My roommate has the room tonight. We alternate who gets it on Fridays. I'm going to hang out here for a couple hours until he's spent. Then maybe I'll go to bed."

I was crushed. I had hooked up with Marcus in the hopes of getting him out of this room so I could change out of these slutty clothes. Now my plan of escape was thwarted.

"You're welcome to stay with me," Marcus offered. "But I understand if you want to get going."

Thinking quickly, I had three choices. I could go back to my dorm room, crawl into bed and change under the covers, clean up with Marcus, or retire to one of the other lounges, clean up, and try for my male clothes again once Marcus left.

I decided to go with the first. I needed to clean myself and get out of these clothes, I didn't want to spend another minute dressed as some slutty college bimbo hoping to attract horny males. Chris most probably wouldn't wake up as I changed. If Chris found out my secret then so be it. At least I wouldn't have to service him anymore.

"I'm going to get going Marcus," I sweetly said, covering my contempt for the humiliation he had provided me.

I got up, grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

"One last thing Stacy," Marcus said.

"What's that?" I asked, exasperated by his orders. I was in the doorway, so close to getting out of there.

"I don't like sloppy seconds," Marcus asserted. "Next week when you come over, you suck me off first. Then you can service Chris. He's so drunk every weekend, I doubt he'll notice the difference."

If I didn't have Marcus' cum all over my face at that moment, I probably would have told Marcus to fuck off. Instead, at that moment, I was thoroughly cowed by him.

"Sure Marcus," I reluctantly agreed. "I'll come see you before I see Chris next Friday."

"Good girl," Marcus said. "Take out your phone and put in my number. I want you to text me when you are on your way. Okay?

Slowly I pulled out my phone, and unlocked it quickly hoping he didn't see Tanya's picture on the screen. I save his number in my contacts. I could always delete it later.

"Now give me a call so I have yours too."

With shaky hands I called his number.

"Look up." I looked at him just in time for him to take a picture of me, with my face covered in his cum. He showed it to me before saving it along with my contact.

"Now I'll always remember you."

Shit! This was getting worse. Really bad. My only consolation was that with most of my face covered in his cum, there was no way anyone could recognize me.

"Remember, next week you come to see me before Chris," Marcus said. "I'm in room 407. See you then."

I was broken. I simply nodded and walked out of the lounge. I made my way down the hall, hanging my head in shame. I didn't even care if anyone saw me. After giving two blowjobs that evening, cum on my face and in my stomach, I was completely defeated. How had my little interest in crossdressing turned into all this?

Arriving at my room, I took the key out of my purse, inserted it into the keyhole and cracked the door open. I could hear the sounds of Chris soundly snoring, that was a sure sign that he was passed out for the count.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the first good news of the evening, I walked in the room, and grabbed a t-shirt and boxer shorts from my closet. I took off my feminine clothes, wiped my face clean with them the best I could, stuffed them in the pillow case and threw them under the bed. I figured I could deal with them tomorrow.

I quickly dressed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts and climbed in the bed under my comforter. Turning over to sleep, I once again found sleep to be difficult, as the humiliations of the evening combined with the tightness in my tattered jean shorts prominently featured in my thoughts.

The only good thing was that there were only four weeks left before the semester would end, and I had the whole week until Marcus and Chris expected Stacy to submit to them again. Just before the sleep took over, I prayed once again that I could find a way out of it before next Friday night.

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