20 points in the face

Crystal knelt naked by a pile of shoes in the guys' apartment. The cold tile floor felt gritty on her knees. She shivered, topless. Her nipples were swollen, tempting targets.

Their apartment was a floor above hers. Similar layout. Tile in the kitchen and by the door. Carpet in the den with the big tv and a low, rickety wooden table. One of the bedrooms had its door open, and she could see porn and grotty band posters pinned to the walls, piles of clothes on the floor. The other doors were closed, but it seemed like John and Henry had several roommates. Crystal had just rented her own place and was looking to sublet, so she lived alone.

John and Henry looked her age, 2nd, 3rd year of college.

"Bitch, what the fuck did you do to my shirt?" John noticed the shreds around Crystal.

Crystal looked helplessly at him. John and Henry loomed over her while she was stripped and naked and kneeling. They wore clothes. It seemed unfair.

She felt ink flow over her skin, giving her a new tattoo.

"10 POINTS FOR FUCKING THE CUNT'S FACE."

John dragged her by her hair to the den and whipped his cock out. The carpeting was a relief on Crystal knees, but she didn't get a chance to think on it as the cock was forced in her mouth. She suckled on it passively, but John took over, fucking her mouth casually, with the leisurely pace of one who knows he has a fucktoy for as long as he wants.

Henry was whacking off in the armchair, watching Crystal's mouth get used and stretched by John's cock, waiting for his turn with the pretty coed.

Ink flowed.

"5 POINTS BONUS: MAKE THE CUNT CHOKE."

John forced his thick cock down Crystal's throat. She choked, gasped helplessly, but the shaft was lodged in her throat. Her hair was bunched in his fist. John fucked her throat in short, cruel movements, ramming her esophagus in a new sensation.

"5 POINTS BONUS: SHUT THE CUNT'S NOSE UNTIL YOU CUM."

John's eyes sparkled cruelly as he pinched Crystal's nose shut. Between his fingers and the swollen member down her throat, she was airtight. Her eyes bulged and she mewed silently as the foreign body rammed her mouth and throat quicker and quicker.

At last, John winced and came hard down Crystal's throat. He pulled out and sprawled on the sofa.

Crystal breathed uncontrollably, choking down her spit and the cum, and respiring deeply. Her eyes watered. She blinked it away.

She was kneeling naked in the den amid pizza boxes, console cables, and random magazines. Her nipple piercings

A small tattoo appeared on her arm.

"MASTERS

JOHN - 20 POINTS"

New ink flowed on her chest and back.

"TO FUCK THE CUNT'S ASS, WIN THIS CONTEST."