Big Man on Campus

I regained my bearings, and, worrying my parents might be home soon, pulled out my phone and checked the time.

I saw a few texts from my friends, nothing important, definitely not right now. Then I saw a snapchat from Jordan… wait, what?

Jordan was my ex. He was in his first year of college now. We were dating for like a year, we’d said we loved each other, and he broke up with me two days after he got to college. That was a while ago though, so I had no fucking idea what he wanted. For a second I got curious and opened it. “Wyd” is all it said, with a selfie of him closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. What a tool. That’s what he used to send me when he was horny.

He honestly looked good. He used to have a mop-head of black curly hair when we dated, now it was cut short, and he had a little facial hair. I was independent, but I still thought about him. I wasn’t interested in anybody else at this point of my senior year.

Then he sent another. “Come visit me tonight” with him flashing a piece sign. For a quick second I thought about it, but I wasn’t his anymore. He probably wanted to screw anyone who would touch him. I still think that’s why we broke up. And now he thinks I’m going to go have sex with him in his dorm room? No.

My body had other plans. I was halfway to the shower before I realized what was happening. I put on my ripped jean shorts and a black cami and got in the car. I’d helped him move in, so I knew where to go. I had a 45 minute ride to think about what would happen if he found out I had to do what he said. He always treated me pretty well. He had some weird political views though… one time I saw some weird patriarchy shit in his locker… he said it was just something that got handed to him or something and it never came up again.

I heard trashy rap music as I got closer to his door. I was dodging looks from the other guys on his floor as I quickly put my head down and knocked. The music didn’t stop, but he opened the door, wearing a wife beater and pajama pants. Blue strip lights hung in the corners of the room provided the only light in his dorm, and could smell some weed on him.

“L… Laura? What the fuck?” he laughed and hugged me. I didn’t choose to be there, so I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. “Come in!” he said. My body jerked forward through his door. “Sit down,” he said, pointing to his bed. Ugh. I planted my ass right where he pointed. I smiled, not wanting to let on that he could control me.

He asked me some boring questions, and I gave him some boring answers. I didn’t like the way his eyes wandered over my body… I could imagine what he was expecting of me. When he kissed me, he was pretty rough… groping my tits and shoving his tongue into my mouth.

“Jordan… hang on. I didn’t come here for this,” I stammered after gently pushing him away. I had to do this just right if I was going to get out without him realizing he had some sick power over me.

“Come on babe, just follow my lead. It’ll be fine.” Ugh… fuck. He kept kissing me and grabbing me, so I shoved his tongue into his mouth and explored his pecs and abs with my hands. I silently begged him not to go further.

His hand wandered down between my legs, so automatically, I cupped his junk with mine. He groaned deeply into my mouth, and I could feel his lips curve into a smile. He finally broke the kiss, then threw off his beater over his head.

Fuck no… I thought defiantly, determined not to bare my tits for my ex. I had loved him and now he just wanted to use me. But as these thoughts swirled through my head, I felt cool air against my naked chest, and his eyes feasting on me.

He stood, slid down his pajama pants and boxers, revealing his long, rock hard dick and messy bush of black pubic hair. I stood, then slowly pulled down my shorts and panties, giving him a view of my slit and my neatly trimmed bush. I was still trying to think of what to say, still thinking I could find a way out of this…

He dove between my legs and started licking my pussy. “I… missed this snatch,” he said between licks. Great. Didn’t miss me, just my pussy.

My body started to “follow his lead” here by laying down and twisting my body so that I could get to his dick. It looked like we were going to 69, with him on top. He looked down at my open mouth, smiled, straddled my face, and plunged into my mouth.

“Hmmmph!” I couldn’t help but react as I felt his whole length enter my throat at once. He pulled out of me a little bit, so I could at least breathe through my nose. Then he started thrusting into my mouth like it was a cunt, still lapping away at my pussy. His balls were slapping my eyes.

He was really rough… was he always this rough? It probably didn’t matter to him… he probably took me for a thirsty slut who drove an hour for his dick. Why would he be gentle?

It must have been the angle… but every time he thrust down into my mouth, his prick went straight to the back of my throat. I was making this sloppy, involuntary gagging sound every time he thrust.

“Grrk… grrk… grrk… grrk…”

He must have liked that. I think I felt him laughing into my pussy. He probably liked me underneath him like this… gave him all the control.

“Yeah babe, take me deep…” he said mindlessly. My throat instantly opened up as much as it could… I stopped resisting as much as I possibly could, tears welling up in my eyes. The amount of control he had over me was fucking terrifying. And he didn’t even know…

“Nah, go back to **** on it,” he said after just a few seconds. My gag reflex returned all at once, and I heard my throat uttering all the throaty gobbling and gagging noises that I heard coming from my brother’s room when he watched porn.

He got faster and faster. I think he’d stopped licking me altogether at this point.

“Grk! Grk! Grk! Grk! Grk! Grk! Grk!” I spat out, rapid fire, as he pistoned in and out of me, a mile a minute. His pubes against my chin felt like fucking steel wool. His balls were punching me in the eyes so hard I started seeing stars.

“Grk grk grk grkgrkgrkgrrrr…” he held his dick deep in my throat… I couldn’t breathe… I started pounding on the floor…

“UUUUNNNGHH!” he let out as I felt him throb, and a hot wad of cum splat into my throat. Then another, and another, and then a few more. I could feel his balls tighten up each time he shot into my throat. He rested a moment, forgetting I still couldn’t fucking BREATHE…

Finally he pulled his hips up and I gasped in all the air that I could. I was catching my breath while he rested his hips back down, wanting to relax. He didn’t give a shit that he was squashing his slimy cock against my face. Selfish fucking prick.

“What got INto you?” he asked after a moment. “You were never like this, you never let me… tell me why you came here tonight!”

No no no… this was going to be bad. I could trust him though, right? He would be good to me, he wouldn’t-

“Ever since I got this weird phone call, I’ve been obeying everything everyone has told me to do. When you told me to come visit, I had ****,” I heard myself rattle off, matter-of-factly.

Still pinned under his dick, I felt it twitch. Oh fuck.

“Please, Jordan, I just want to go-“

“Shake your tits for me.” He released me and watched through squinted eyes.

I sat up and shimmied back and forth, hating my life and watching his eyes devour my boobs.

“Do a handstand and twerk against the wall,” he said with a hint of a smile, but still curious.

Still catching my breath, I obeyed. It went on for like two minutes before he told me I could stop.

“Get dressed. I have some plans for us. That little Brazilian snatch is mine tonight,” he said, half to me and half to himself. I obeyed.