Campus Sissy Maid Page 2

“Now, clean up my room, will ya? Or I’ll tell Dr. Carroll you’re not doing your job.”

  I sigh and set about my task. Lila smiles sweetly and resumes her studying. She’s wearing her tiny cotton pajama tank and shorts, and she looks so hot stretched out on her stomach with her hair spilling over her shoulders, her pretty legs and feet hovering above her, crossed at the ankles.

  Her room’s kind of a mess. It takes me a while to throw away all the candy bar wrappers and soda cans, and then I have to put her books on the shelf.

  “Alphabetical, please,” she sings out. “Thank yooooouu.”

  “I have studying of my own to do,” I mutter.

  “Yeah, fuckin’ right,” she scoffs. “You? Study? Psshht. Now obey me, or I’m telling.”

  I sigh as I turn back to my task. “Do I at least get a little, uh…?”

  She turns and fixes her gaze on me. I think she knows what I’m about to ask her, so it’s sort of a challenge.

  “…A, uh, treat?” I finish meekly. It’s our euphemism for ‘blowjob,’ a term she doesn’t much care for.

  She rolls her eyes, then her face brightens suddenly in an evil grin. “Ask in a little girl voice, and I’ll think about it.”

  Goddammit. Are evil women just drawn to me like moths to a flame? “Pretty, pretty please?” I ask in a gentle falsetto. It’s pretty embarrassing, but I’m really horny.

  “Oooooh,” she says. “Not bad.”

  I brighten. “So then you’ll…?”

  She tilts her head and frowns. “Eh…I don’t think so.”

  Fuck. “Why not?”

  “I’m into men, Ike,” she says flatly. “Not little sissy girls, however precious they may be.”

  I grit my teeth. “Whatever,” I mutter, turning back to my task.

  Fuck this school. Fuck this week.

  “Poor baby,” she remarks from behind me. “I do hate to see you have to go without for a whole week.”

  “Them’s the breaks, I guess,” I mutter, not appreciating her teasing.

  “Maybe we can arrange something,” she says, pushing herself up off the bed and sauntering over to me.

  “Like what?” I ask.

  She hits speed dial on her cell phone. “Hey there. Yep, now. Come on over.” She hangs up.

  “Who was that?”

  “Brent,” she replies.

  “Brent?!” I ask. She barely knows Brent! …At least, I think she barely knows Brent. Why the hell would she invite him over here?

  “I told Brent if he fucks you he can fuck me after,” she says with a grin.

  She’s joking. I know she’s joking. Everyone seems to be having a big laugh at my expense lately. “Very funny, Lilah.”

  “It’s not a joke, Kiki,” she smirks.

  I still don’t believe her. It’s just too outrageous. “Yeah, sure. What the hell makes you think I would ever let Brent stick his dick in me?”

  “Because,” she says, “if you take it rough like a good little girl, you get your treat.”

  “Uhhhhh,” I laugh incredulously. “You think I’m that desperate for a blowjob?”

  “Maybe,” she grins. “After all, no woman as hot as me is gonna look twice at you after this whole fiasco.” She gestures at my outfit. “You’re just lucky you already locked me down.”

  “Yeah, lucky,” I say sarcastically. “Come on, Lilah. I don’t have to take this. I have to clean your room if you tell me to, but I don’t have to take my roommate’s fucking cock in my ass.”

  “Suit yourself,” says Lilah, pacing away. “Guess I’ll just sleep with him anyway. You can go find yourself another girlfriend.”

  I’m still kind of laughing. I’m that sure she can’t be serious.

  There’s a knock on the door. “B-R-B,” she chirps, prancing off to answer it, her scarlet strands flowing gently behind her.

  God, she’s gorgeous. She’s a total fucking dickhead, but she’s incredibly hot.

  She returns holding Brent by the hand.

  “What the fuck is this?!” I explode. Seeing them like that, as if they’ve had this whole thing planned—it’s just too much.

  “Whoa, I thought you said he’d be cool with it?” says Brent to Lilah.

  “This isn’t fucking funny,” I fume.

  “Oh, come on, guys,” cajoles Lilah. She drapes herself onto Brent and starts to massage his crotch.

  What the fuck. I can’t believe I’m seeing this.

  “I bet you’d get off on watching me with Brent anyway, wouldn’t you, Ike?” she grins. “I’ve seen that giant-ass folder of cuckold porn on your laptop.”

  Oh, fuck, no. “What were you doing snooping on my laptop?!” I demand, my cheeks burning.

  “Come on,” she whines. “I’d really love to watch you two together. It’d be fucking hot.”

  “Bitch, you are crazy,” I spit.

  “Kitty has claws,” she blinks, surprised by my outburst.

  Lilah leaves Brent and saunters toward me, lovely hips swaying. She reaches me and slips her hand under my skirt, touching my crotch. I was already halfway there, I guess, because as soon as her fingers make contact I’ve got a full-on hardon. “See, you’re into it,” she purrs. “Brent, come here.”

  Brent stalks over. He’s a huge guy, muscular, probably weighs twice as much as me. “Isn’t she cute?” Lilah says to him, biting her lip. “Bet you’d love those little pink lips wrapped around your ginormous cock.”

  “You’re nuts,” I mutter, jerking away from her.

  “Fine,” she sighs, and pulls her top over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, so her perky little tits are right there, bare-naked, the nipples rock-hard. “Guess this man-sandwich needs a little peanut butter.” She flips up my skirt with one hand, unzips Brent’s jeans with the other. I moan in spite of myself as she begins to jerk us both off.

  “Now,” she says, when she’s sure we’re both putty in her hands, “if either of you wants these tits or this ass, you’re gonna put on a nice little show for me. Right?”

  This is crazy. It’s out of the question, right? It’s humiliating. But I’m so turned on I think I’m gonna explode; and suddenly, before I can stop myself, I’m thinking about Brent fucking my face while Lilah watches, then bending me over the….

  No. No. No. I can’t, can I? He’s my fucking roommate. Jesus. What if somebody finds out?

  …Holy hell, how did she ever talk him into this?!

  My eyes dart toward Brent. He’s grunting and twitching as Lilah jerks him off, but it’s not her he’s eyeing up like she’s a piece of meat.

  It’s me.

  …Is he fucking into me?

  “How did you two…?” I croak out.

  “Shhhhhh,” says Lilah, putting her finger to my lips. “Girl voice or no talky at all. Capiche?”

  I find myself nodding silently, staring up at Brent with my mouth open. I still can’t believe he…actually thinks I’m hot. He wants to do me. And I…I might kind of want him to. What the fuck. I’m not into dudes. I’m sure of it. But the idea that he finds me fuckable in my little wig and maid outfit is…holy shit, for real turning my crank.

  “Here, Kiki,” says Lilah, grinning as she puts my hand on Brent’s cock. “You take over.”

  My dick throbs as I feel Brent’s massive shaft against my palm. It makes me feel small, dainty by comparison.

  Lilah paces away toward the bed, dropping her shorts and panties. She’s completely naked now. I haven’t seen her naked in weeks. I moan and watch her as she leans back on the bed and opens her legs, sliding her fingers up and down her already-wet pussy. This really turns her on, doesn’t it? Seeing me, as a girl, with…Brent?

  This is so weird. I just know I’m gonna regret it later. But dammit if I don’t suddenly want this so bad that I know I’ll do whatever they tell me to.

  I jerk my own cock with one hand, Brent’s with the other. The size comparison is ridiculous.

  “Make the little sissy suck you off,” moans Lilah to Brent. I eye her p
ink pussy, practically salivating.

  Brent grabs my head with a strong hand and forces me to my knees. I’m suddenly anxious, but still wildly turned on, my heart hammering a mile a minute. I’ve never touched another dude’s thing in my life. I can’t believe I’m actually about to suck one, especially one that big, while my girlfriend watches. I could choke on that fucking thing!

  Brent grabs a handful of my wig—which, fortunately, is secured tight to my head—and pries open my jaw with his thumbs. He’s really strong and forceful. I feel so helpless and dominated, and I’m shocked how hard it makes me. I can feel a growing stain of precum on my frilly pink panties.

  Brent stuffs his cock deep in my mouth. I do gag on it, right away, which brings tears to my eyes. I hear a breathy giggle from Lilah on the bed where she’s busily working her clit with her favorite vibrating dildo. “That’s right, you little whore,” she pants. “Choke on it.”

  The word ‘whore’ draws a reaction from me I just can’t explain. I moan deep in my throat, and my dick throbs painfully. I’m being used hard, and I’m loving it.

  Brent holds my head and begins to fuck my face roughly. “That’s right, take it you little bitch,” he growls in his deep voice. I whine and moan, tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m jerking my own pathetic little prick like there’s no tomorrow. I actually have to stop now for a bit to keep from blowing my wad already. That’s how turned on I am. Usually I’m pretty good at holding on for a while, but I’m completely out of my depth here. This is like nothing that’s ever happened to me before, and it’s got me just wildly, out-of-control aroused.

  “That’s hot,” says Lilah. “C’mon, Brent, really embarrass the little bitch.”

  He pulls his cock out and slaps my face with the wet shaft. I moan, find myself yearning toward it with my mouth open. I just want it in me again, fucking me. Any hole. Doesn’t matter.

  He slaps me around a few more times, until my face is wet with his precum and my own saliva.

  “Bend her over and do her little butt-pussy,” says Lilah.

  He hauls me up roughly. Am I really that small and light? He handles me like I weigh nothing.

  Brent bends me roughly over Lilah’s desk, then jerks down my panties, pausing to dig a condom out of his pocket. One of his large hands fondles my ass, gropes my balls. My dripping boner bounces against my stomach.

  Moments later, I feel his tip against my ass crack, slowly pushing between my cheeks and circling my hole. I clench reflexively.

  “This is so hot,” moans Lilah.

  Brent pulls my hole open with his thumbs, positions himself, and begins to push in.

  …I can’t believe I’m doing this.

  I’ve never been penetrated before. It’s a crazy feeling, having some foreign object stuffed in your body. It’s like it’s moving everything around in there. I feel stuck, helpless. I moan and lay my cheek against the desk, pawing myself as Brent enters me. I can see Lilah over there, fucking herself with her vibrating dildo. She’s so hot. I wish she’d sit on my face.

  Brent’s in now. He gives a sudden sharp thrust, going in as deep as he can, and I yelp. It kind of hurts, but I’m so turned on I don’t care. He grabs my head by the hair and starts to fuck me, his thrusts gradually becoming more and more powerful, until my body is jiggling helplessly with each thrust. Jesus…I’m losing it, making these girly fucking animal noises, even biting my own arm in a vain attempt to stifle them.

  …Who the hell would have thought I’d love being fucked?

  “My turn,” chimes Lilah from her perch on the bed. She pries her pussy lips apart with her manicured fingers and bite her lip at Brent invitingly.

  He pulls out. I’m left there feeling used, my back door all stretched open and loose. I’d almost managed to forget the part where he got to fuck her afterward. I feel abandoned all of a sudden, and pretty embarrassed at what I just consented to. Still turned on, somehow, but just…really humiliated and ick.

  “On your knees on the floor like a good girl, Kiki,” says Lilah.

  I don’t know what possesses me to obey. I’ve been taking orders from people this last couple of days, and it’s started to feel like second nature. But there’s something more to it, too, I think. A compulsion. Something in me that wants to be possessed; dominated; told what to do.

  Especially when I’m this goddamn horny.

  Brent takes off the rest of his clothes, baring his fucking perfect body, hard and masculine like I could never hope to be. Lilah stares at him worshipfully, reaching for him, grabbing feverishly at those fucking muscles of his. He touches her pussy with his thick fingers, and she shivers. I can see the juices oozing out of her. I’ve never seen her this turned on.

  She begins to jerk him off. He gropes her breasts, twisting the nipples, and she moans. She never let me do that to her. I feel so humiliated, and betrayed, and still so crazy goddamn inexplicably turned on.

  “You can touch yourself, Kiki,” she grins, without looking at me. Her eyes are still locked on him. “Go on. Diddle your little clitty, you little prissy girl.”

  I obey without thinking. I’m so turned on now that just touching myself sets my whole body a-shiver.

  Brent lowers himself on top of her. That’s when I realize…he didn’t replace his condom. He’s gonna fucking take her bareback.

  What the fuck—?

  He starts to take her, hard. She moans and thrashes, loving it as he fucks her pussy and manhandles her cute little titties. I just keep jerking my ‘clit’ like the pathetic little sissy I am. It’s everything I can do not to sploosh all over myself right this second.

  Brent turns Lilah over after a while and fucks her doggie-style, then pushes her to her knees on the floor and fucks her face. I want to come, but I don’t. I don’t know why. I think I’m afraid if I do I’ll just be left sitting here afterward, feeling humiliated and gross, without any of this lustful feeling that makes it all so fun.

  Lilah finally gets up and pushes Brent down on the bed, climbing on top of him. I’ve never seen her this wild. She straddles him and starts to pump up and down on top of him, mouth open, tits jigging. I feel like I’m gonna blow any moment now, whether I’m ready to or not.

  “Now,” she moans suddenly.

  Brent’s body stiffens. He grunts through clenched teeth. Lilah lets out this unearthly shriek, her body twitching on top of him. As my own orgasm rocks me, shooting ropes of cum all over the floor, my smooth legs, my own hand, I can see Brent’s cream oozing out from Lilah’s pussy lips, wetting the base of his huge cock.

  “C’mere,” she whispers, gesturing to me feverishly as she lifts herself off of him.

  I obey without thinking, still shivering from the aftermath of my climax. She sits on the edge of the bed, opens her legs, and shoves my face in. I bury myself in her wet warmth, opening my mouth, letting Brent’s cum slide down my throat and dribble down my chin.

  I’m too stunned to react as she finally pushes me away, her pussy empty, and shoves me to the floor with her foot.

  “Still want a treat?” she grins, cuddling up to Brent and grinning down at me.

  I nod weakly, hopefully.

  “Too bad,” she chuckles maddeningly, turning and pulling my roommate into a graphic kiss.

  3

  This is officially my last day as ‘Kiki.’ And I’m not sure I’m ready for it.

  I know how crazy that sounds, believe me. I kind of think I’ve lost my mind, too. But the past week has been…special. People have been bossing me around, humiliating me, treating me like a whore. Yesterday, Lilah took me out in public on a leash and then met up with Brent in the roundabout and made out with him for twenty minutes while I just stood there looking pathetic.

  …It was so hot.

  I’ve really started getting off on being put down, laughed at, and bossed around. Maybe I’m seriously messed up in the head or something, but the thought of it all coming to an end actually has me in a little bit of a panic. I don’t want to go back to
the boring same-ol’-same-ol’.

  …So I’ve come up with a plan to keep me playing the role of campus sissy maid for the rest of the semester, maybe beyond.

  I walk into Dr. Carroll’s lecture hall. Somebody grabs my ass, I don’t even know who. There’s a whole bunch of jocks behind me. They laugh and look me up and down as they pass, practically licking their chops. I suddenly wonder what would happen if I stumbled into the boys’ locker room one day…and now I’m imagining gagging on three cocks at once while a couple more plow my ass.

  …I bet Lilah would love to watch.

  The class settles in. We have presentations today. I’m nervous about my plan. My heart is beating really fast.

  “Kiki?” calls Dr. Carroll when it’s my turn. Everyone giggles.

  Here goes nothing.

  I get up and flounce to the front of the class, empty-handed.

  “Kiki, where are your notecards?” demands Dr. Carroll. “Didn’t you prepare anything for your presentation?”

  I take a deep breath. Daintily lift up my skirt.

  Then pull down my panties, bend over, and moon the entire class.

  A chorus of gasps. Dr. Carroll is on her feet in an instant. “Kiki, I…what…how dare you?!”

  I steal a blushing glance at her. Oh, she’s livid. And my cock is so hard right now.

  “Bad, bad, bad!” she pronounces through gritted teeth. Holy shit, she’s an animal. She jerks open her desk drawer and pulls out something I’ve been dreaming about all week.

  The Destroyer.

  It’s her legendary mammoth wooden paddle, complete with little holes cut it in to really make it sting. Brent’s brother told him all about it. I was just betting if I put my girly little shaved ass out there, she would totally take the bait.

  Looks like I was right.

  She starts toward me. Suddenly, I’m a little anxious. What the fuck am I doing?! But I’m turned on more than anything. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle the pain, but it’s the humiliation I crave. I want her to waste me right here, right now, in front of everyone, until I’m blubbering like a pathetic little baby.

  She grabs me by my wig and drags me over to her desk, bending me over it forcefully. “You have just subjected everyone here to your crude and unladylike behavior,” she hisses in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Therefore”—and she straightens, raising her voice—“every student here today gets to participate in your punishment, if they so choose.”