Convince them to let you go

"Uh," you murmur, your voice barely audible, "Guys? I think I've had enough---"

"A slut like you?! HA HA HA!" One of the many guys surrounding you states sardonically, making the others break out in a chorus of cheers and laughter. "Little whores like you can never get enough..."

You know that before, if you heard someone talking to you like that, your knee would be deeply embedded in their groin. However, much to your disgust and fear, their words only serve to heighten your already burgeoning lust and all you want to do is to have them fuck you every way they can and any way they can. But the 'appointment' you have with your master hangs over your head as time keeps ticking by, urging you to find a way away from these horny college guys. You know you're going to have to think fast to get out of this situation with any chance of getting to the bar in time.

Looking at yourself, you can see your not going to be able to make much of a serious argument; completely naked, cum running down your thighs from your pussy and ass, both stretched quite open.

"Please just give me my clothes back and let me go..." you mutter, feeling hopelessness set in.

Spying your panties lying soiled on the locker room floor, one of the boys, who also seems to be the eldest, picks it up and grins mischievously to himself. You don't actually take notice of this until he sparks your attention by draping them over his stiff cock.

"You want your clothes back? Then just come and get them!" he says with a chuckle, crossing his arms smugly. Deep inside you feel like rolling your eyes with disgust as laughter breaks out from his friends, but on the surface you can't deny how much you want to get down on your knees, take your thong of his dick with your teeth and suck that gorgeous piece of meat into your throat.

"Fuck that's tempting," you sigh. Moving towards him with your eyes firmly fixed on his cock, you unconsiously lick your lips. Your hand quickly wraps itself around his throbbing flesh, your thong now caught up in your grasp aswell. You begin to firmly and lovingly stroke his long shaft, and though you're almost lost with lust, an idea pops into your head. You've found a way to negotiate out of this mess!

With one swift motion, you yank your thong of his cock and regain your composure. "As much as I'd love to continue," you say, adressing them all but with your eyes still stuck on that one guy's dick, "I really have to get going." Twirling your thong around one finger, you tell them your idea. "How 'bout this? Each of you gorgeous hunks take a piece of my panties, as I don't think I'll be needing them any more," you say, with a wink and a girlish giggle. "Now, the next time any of you see me around, give me your piece and I'll personally fuck your balls dry..." Making sure to emphasise the last point, you run your hand over the eldest boy's cock and take the heavy hanging sack underneath in your palm, teasing it in your grasp and pretending to weigh them. "Mmm, nice and full. If only I had the time to empty them," you muse, putting on a sad but cute pout. Bluntly, you now ask the final question, "Is it a deal?"

The guys mutter amongst themselves and you can't help but let a grin slip loose as you hear a lot of positive response from the debating. Unfortunately, you find they're taking just a little bit too much time and remind them you are really in a rush. At this, one of the larger guys steps forward and tosses your clothes at your feet, sans your thong of course.

"Okay, it's a deal. But you better hold good on it, slut..." he says, bringing a mental sigh of relief in you. You can see most of the guys starting to get dressed again and a few begin tearing up your thong, eager to claim their ticket to your pussy.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," you respond, running your hands over your naked skin seductively. There's a genuine feeling with in you that you can't wait to please every one of them. Picking up your clothes, you say farewell to all of them, giving them one last image to remember by. Every eye in the room is fixed on you as you swiftly slide your fingers into your cum-drenched snatch, before bringing them to your lips and blowing all the boys a goodbye kiss.

In just a few quick movements, you've managed to wipe most of the cum from your body with a towel from the locker room, throw your clothes back on and starting racing over to the dorm. You don't even notice the way people stare at your disheveled and scantily-clad appearance as you pass them or the cat-calls that come your way. All you notice is how impossible it seems getting to the bar on time is.

Reaching Dorm room 917's door finally, you twist the doorknob, find it unlocked and burst inside, panting heavily and lost for breath.