Dormitory Slut Part 3

Would you like to tell us about a lower price? Lester, The Dormitory Slut, is debating whether or not to go home for the Winter Break at the university or stay there. He decides to stay and, on Friday night, is glad he did. Two of his favorite sex partners are also staying over, and they take turns fucking Les in his cute, tight ass and being sucked off by his skillful mouth. The following morning, another of his favorites shares the same kind of action.

He expects the two weeks to include the best sex he has ever had. This is the fourth of the series and a novella, approximately 7, words, about a group of men who have the time and the desire to satisfy their sexual needs. All the carnal activity is described in detail, and the language used is graphic and explicit. This book and the others in the series are intended for adults only. Read more Read less. Books In This Series 4 Books. Page 1 of 1 Start Over Page 1 of 1. Kindle Cloud Reader Read instantly in your browser. Customers who viewed this item also viewed.

Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. Dormitory Slut Part 2. Dormitory Slut Part 3. Withhis ass delightfully full of one long, thick cylinder and his hands no longerneeded to spread his cheeks, Lester lightly took hold of the cock of thepatiently waiting Stanley and leaned forward to take it back into his mouth. Hebegan by licking all over the head, especially the slit, moving his tonguelower to caress under the hard ridge and, finally, opening his mouth wide andengulfing the entire length, until his lips and nose were being tickled by thebear's pubic hair.

He remained like that, caressing the entire length with histongue, until he felt Justin starting to slowly withdraw from his ass. Lesterreplicated the man behind him by raising his head, caressing Stan's big cockwith his mouth all the way, until just the head was nestled between his lips. When he felt the other giver of joy surging into his ass, he lowered his face,enveloping Stanley's cock again, until his mouth and nose were once more beingtickled.

That's the pattern Lester likes to follow when he is letting himselfbe shared by two men as he was that night - let the man behind him set the pacewhile he filled and emptied his mouth in the same tempo. AsJustin drove his cock in and out of his dorm mate's ass, with Lester fuckingback to meet each stroke, he couldn't help thinking of how it was tighter andfelt better than most pussies of his experience.

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What topic s would you like to know more about? Kid in the bunk above me brought a fat girl up with him and the bed collapsed while they were going at it. That was not a fun way to wake up. I used to think Pitbull was saying "Missed the world wide. Freshman year of college, I was getting breakfast at the dining hall when I was approached by a guy asking if I could guest pass him for some free food.

I had a lot of guest passes and he looked pretty normal, so I obliged. Didn't think anything of it. The next day, I was about to get breakfast with my friend Rob when we saw him in the dining hall again. This time, someone else had gotten him food, but he recognized me and sat with us.

His name was Paris. We had a pretty awkward conversation at which point my friend and I realized Paris was a bit of a creep. Notably, I was drinking milk and he goes "Ahh, milk. Straight from the cow's titties! I thought that was the end of it. Later that evening, a group of friends and I were hanging out in one of the dorm lounges, eating pumpkin pie and generally having a good time.

In comes motherfuckin' Paris.

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He thinks we're his best friends at this point so he comes to hang out with us. As we were talking to him, we realized pretty quickly that he was not a student. Didn't remember the professor he had for a class everyone has to take freshman year, though he claimed to be a sophomore. And the list goes on and on.

Most of us were ready to nope out at this point, except Brett lacks some social awareness and thought Paris was just a cool dude. Brett did not pick up the creepy vibe we were all getting. To continue the night, Brett invites everyone to his dorm to hang out and watch TV, including motherfuckin' Paris. Fast forward, we're sitting on a couch in Brett's dorm watching Rules of Engagement because that is apparently the thing to do, and Paris is sitting right in the middle. Nobody wanted to be there except Brett and Paris. Who the fuck even watches Rules of Engagement?? Anyway, one by one people start coming up with excuses to leave.

Anything they could think of. Brett, however, was still oblivious to everything going on. Being the good friends we were, Rob and I left to go back to our dorms.

Brett was alone with Paris. That was the last we saw of Brett. Just kidding, he was fine. The next day I texted him asking if he was still alive, and apparently Paris left shortly after we left. We heard from other people at our dorm that Paris had been seen following girls to their rooms, trying to sell parking tickets to a free parking lot, mooching for food, and other creepy shit.

We reported him to the police and showed them a picture of him that we had awkwardly taken as a group when he was hanging out with us. The police said he was probably homeless and using college kids for food and a place to crash. I don't know if they caught him or anything, but he stopped showing up after that. Definitely the creepiest dorm story I have. Oh yeah, a few months after that, we were on the light rail, reminiscing about the whole experience, when Rob says "Wouldn't that be crazy if we saw Paris right now?

He recognized us immediately, patted me on the back, and walked to the back of the light rail car. It sent shivers through my core. Well-kempt homeless guy haunts the dorms in search of someone to watch Rules of Engagement with. Yeah I know exactly how that rant about milk being creepy goes. Brett and Paris sound pretty cool, Paris sounds hilarious.

We had one of those, we called him hobo john. He actually was hooking up with girls, he wasnt all that creepy, actually pretty cool. He didnt bother people so no one raised a stink. He didn't sound creepy to me at all tbh,just some homeless fool trying to socialise i guess xD. Haha yeah I don't know if he ever ended up doing anything wrong, but the part about him following girls was a little weird.

We thought he was a rapist. We had this strange Argentinian backpacker who kinda squatted in our halls for what seemed like ages like, probably 5 or 6 weeks when I was a sophomore - similar to this, really, a weird dude who creeped out quite a few people but ended up being totally harmless. But at the same time, he was happy to mooch from the guy whose floor he slept on for as long was he could.

So, you know, people got sick of him eventually and he went on his way. Freshman year of college, living in an all-women's dorm. I got home at about 2am from a night of partying and fell asleep, kind of drunk. My roommate and her boyfriend were asleep across the room. I guess I forgot to lock my door. Woke up at about am to someone grunting and shaking my bed. It seemed like she was throwing her leg into the rail, trying and failing to get up. In my half-asleep stupor, I thought it was maybe my roommate, also half-asleep and maybe confused because someone else was in her bed.

I said, "[Roommate], stop - you're on the wrong side. In the ensuing couple of minutes as I came to full consciousness, I realized that it was not my roommate trying to get in bed with me, it was the girl from next door. She seemed drunk out of her mind - not unusual for a Saturday night on campus. At this point, I was kind of pissed. Get out of here. You're in the wrong room! At that point, we all realized that the girl was completely naked from the waist down.

Every time she threw up a leg to try to climb into my lofted dorm bed, she exposed herself completely. At this point, freaked out, I jumped out of my bed We did some investigation, trying to find her roommate, but her room was locked. That explained why she ended up in my room. In the end, we called security, and they came to unlock her door and move her next door.

We thought it was just another "drunk fun at college" tale until a few weeks later, when the story came out. Apparently the girl had been drugged and gang-raped that night by members of a campus sports team. It was clear that she was not with it, but I never imagined that was the reason. I felt horribly guilty for being annoyed and upset. But how could I have known she wasn't just standard college-girl drunk? We ended up hanging in the same circles and being friends a few years later, but I never mentioned that night to her and have no idea if she remembers it happening.

You see, sticking your dick in crazy isn't that dangerous. Dating crazy whilst sticking your dick elsewhere, however, is. Hmm, I thought the procedure in this situation was for the cops to back the girls story until they got in her pants. My best friend and I have managed to be put in the same dorm room, so there's always some sort of craziness going on. We're both engineering students, so when we do something crazy, we do it right.

Right now we have a portable still made out of a propane tank that we use to make Dormshine. We pack it all up in his truck bright and early in the morning, hide the copper column, and drive out a few miles into the woods where there's no one else out there. The girl who lived across the hall jumped off the 2nd story window and broke her collarbone. She was airlifted to the hospital because she wanted to catch up with some guys who went to smoke weed in the forest. She definitely found the fastest way down.

Left out some parts. She was down after popping some pills and she was not in the best mental condition because she essentially starved herself to fit into her Halloween costume. The diet pills and ecstacy must have done a number on her ability to think rationally or judge depth perception. I think it is the latter. Damn, a girl at my school died from a mix of diet pills and ecstasy. Guess it was a heart attack on a dance floor. Drunk me took a fire extinguisher off the wall and put the nozzle under my buddy's room and let her rip.

Fire alarm went off and he almost suffocated from the CO2. Forced to move dorms. You were lucky you weren't kicked out. When I worked in housing while in college someone was goofing off with one and they got kicked off campus housing.

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In return I helped them not get in trouble. One of them was gay and would have sex with dudes in the shower. I made a lot of gay friends later in college some of whom knew this dude and told me he was a weirdo but this was not a good intro to the LGBT culture. We did fire alarm checks twice a semester and I went in there and all 4 players had a girl in bed with them. Matt and I are trying to watch Fight Club We've smoked the last of our weed and I want to be able to finish this goddam movie before my high runs out'. At a Christmas party in our dorm room, my crazy born-again roommate had a threesome with two guys who were NOT her boyfriend in the bathroom.

One of the guys slipped and hit his head on the sink so he was half naked and KO'd on the floor. My roommate ran out of the dorm crying and didn't return until after Christmas break was over. Trying to get the jilted girlfriend out of the dorm was hard, since she was going all Fight Club on her boyfriend. She tore his shirt to shreds and tried to smash a bottle of wine over his head.

I tried to help calm her down and she punched me in the side of the head and I was basically out on the ground. I rocked a bruise on my face all during finals. Since this was the beginning of Facebook, everyone on campus quickly heard what happened. That roommate would later have a very, very bad acid trip in Europe over Spring Break and lied to us about what she took , threatened to kill me while brandishing a kitchen knife and calling me a witch and a Satanist for being an atheist, and once nearly burned our dorm down with a fondue pot she left on.

So, my then-gf and I were in her dorm in the middle of the day and we had just gotten done having sex, and after doing the deed we head off to the bathroom to wash up real quick. Since the bathroom was just down the hall, my gf only puts on a large sweatshirt of mine that covers everything, and hell, she was only going to be in public for maybe 2 minutes, right?

As we leave her dorm room, I made the mistake of closing her door, locking us out of her room. The only way to get back in was for her to go outside the building to the main dorm building and get a key from the front desk. She was not happy with me, but she went out, got over to the desk and told the front desk that she locked herself out. What was probably the worst part was that the front desk lady another student our age asked her " When I was in college, there was a dude who lived on the same floor as me in the dorms.

Shouldn't give his real name, so let's call him Captain Pretendo. Our dorm rooms didn't have bathrooms -- every guy on the floor shared a large community bathroom, and the girls shared a ladies' room. Every Sunday night, Captain Pretendo would get unabashedly white-girl wasted and make a mess of the mens' room in one way or another, whether it was pissing all over the floor or barfing into a sink or something. We all knew every Monday morning before class to be alert when entering the mens' room to shower or take a dump, because who knew what substances you'd encounter.

So it's about 5: I climb out of bed, sluggishly drag myself to the bathroom, and prepare to take a morning dump. In my state of not-quite-awake-yet-ness, I have forgotten to be cautious of any possible mess that Captain Pretendo has left for us to find. I lumber into a stall, lower my pants, and sit on the throne. It's truly a sad moment in your life when you sit down on a wet toilet seat and think to yourself, "Please be piss, pleeeease be piss. Enough vomit to make the 2 Girls 1 Cup girls go "Woah man, take it easy there pal". Now my butt, lower back, and the back of my legs are covered in the stuff.

Horrified, I carefully stand up out of the stall and walk back to my dorm room with my pants still around my ankles, my cash and prizes on full public display, to avoid getting vomit on my clothes. I open the door to my dorm room, hoping to god that my roommate is still asleep. I stumble into the room, feeling different, and he takes one look at me and says "You look different And why the fuck are your nuts out? I explain what happened, and he responds by covering his nose due to the smell and saying "dude just get the hell out of here and into a shower, I'll bring a towel to you".

I went and hopped in the shower and my roommate brought a towel to me and said "Let's just go ahead and act like this didn't happen". I scrubbed myself so hard I'm surprised I had any skin left on my legs and ass afterward. Captain Pretendo got kicked out of the dorms a week later for drunkenly taking a crap in a ladies' room toilet while there were girls in the adjoining stalls.

Much revelry was to be had. He had been defeated. TL;DR I sat in wet vomit bare-assed, my roommate saw my dick and balls, we haven't spoken a word of it since. There was this kinda chubby guy who was an absolute animal when he drank, and his room was right near one of the main entrances to the hall. So there were people going past this guy's room all the time. One time, he came home drunk, must've lost his keys or something, and proceeded to pass out outside his door, in the middle of the corridor.

He got undressed for some reason, and we found him lying on his back, still shitfaced, butt naked and masturbating. One time I smoked a joint out of the window of my friends dorm. He did it all the time and told me not to worry. We hear a really loud knock on the door and guess who it is? They detained all of us and sat us down in the hall way while they were tearing the room apart. After, what felt like a fucking life time, but was only about half an hour they come back outside perplexed.

One of them asked me what we did with the weed and my friend responded. One of them told us to check out Blonde on Blonde by Dylan which was actually the first night I ever heard that record. Flash forward to a year later and I have my own house. We had a pretty big rager and guess who showed up looking to party? So we invited her inside and then proceeded to give her some booze. She partied with us all night and then we "hate-banged. There's this thing that my friends did called the shower challenge. So basically the dorm building I was living in is three floors and it's a rectangle with rooms all along the perimeter and bathrooms in the middle.

There are two separate bathrooms, one on the east side and one on the west. So the idea of the shower challenge was to put towels in the first floor west bathroom and shampoo in the second east bathroom and then you start in the third west bathroom. So you get wet in third west, shampoo in second east, and rinse and dry in first west.

This led to a bunch of naked, soapy dudes running around. As my friends were doing this some other friends and I had the idea to steal their towels out of the first west bathroom. So when they got down to first floor they had no idea where the towels were and they were still naked and wet trying to find them.

It was a good time. I had a friend who lived right across the hall from the bathroom door. One night this random drunk dude went into my friend's room because he thought it was the bathroom. The random dude proceeds to piss all over my friend's dresser getting a lot of his clothes soaked. Then the guy just left like nothing happened. We had guy piss in the RA's dresser drawer because his room was right across from the bathroom. I lived in an apartment complex on campus with my roommate.

It was my third year in college and his second. We didn't really know each other than we worked together in the dining hall. We both got along well enough and his girlfriend was cool and he and I agreed to be roommates next year. We all became friends. We move in and he is a problem almost from the start. Dude seems to be bi polar and some days he is laid back and some days he seems like he is on the verge of snapping. He had fights with his girlfriend every other night about all kinds of shit and then the next day they'd be back together like nothing happened.

I woke up in the middle of one of their arguments and heard the front door slam and see her running outside to the parking lot. Afterwards he smiled and told me he was chasing her around the apartment and was threatening her. She wound up breaking up with him for good finally. At the same time we had some kind of problem with our toilet because it didn't flush all the way. Once when I got sick of flushing it over and over he left me this nasty letter on the bathroom door about being in a civilized society and not leaving a mess for other people to clean up.

I actually left him a note back calling him out on constantly having fights with his girlfriend and making our living arrangement difficult with all this drama. He actually left me a note apologizing for everything and things seemed to be cool. For about two days. I'll never forget, I'm sitting upstairs in my room watching the movie and all of a sudden I hear this loud knock at the front door. My bedroom is directly above the front door so I look out my window and see 3 Campus Police Officers downstairs at the door.

I go downstairs to see what they want and as I walk down my stairs, the bottom of which face sliding glass doors on the first floor, I see cops trying to hide on both sides of the glass. I go to the door and open it as more cops pull up. I have no idea what is going on. Its like midnight on a Wednesday night. The cops ask me directly which roommate I am and then ask for my ID to verify that I'm telling the truth.

By then its obvious that they are looking for my roommate, who I haven't seen since the morning, they ask if he is there and I say no. They ask if I mind if they come in to search the place. I tell them they can come in though I'm pretty sure they could have come in without my permission. They search his room and they even looked under my bed to make sure I wasn't hiding him. They told me some of this then but I found out most of this afterwards. Turns out that he had been following stalking?

She had told her friends that he had been driving by her apartment. She was hanging out with a friend that night when she was getting dropped off when they saw him waiting outside her place. She told her friend to just drive by and come back later. They drive around and come back and he isn't outside.

She goes into her apartment and goes upstairs to her room He attacks her and he starts beating her up. He throws her through her television. He tells her he is going to kill her and pulls out a pair of scissors to use. A window is open in her room and people who happen to be walking by hear all this noise and yelling. They yell is everything is okay up there.

My roommate hears this and walks towards the window and his ex takes advantage of this small distraction and runs out of her room and gets out of the apartment and starts screaming for help. He left, jumped in his car and nobody has seen him since. After they realize he isn't home they ask me if I know where he might go. Afterwards they ask me if I can help them with what he looks like. This was 8 years ago and facebook was still in its infancy and the schools weren't plugged into it like they are now.

I showed them his facebook profile and the head officer a picture to her email. I also called him personally and asked him to come back home, not telling him that there were like a dozen or so cops here at this point. I actually got a lot of shit from my friends for doing this for the campus police at the time but I hadn't felt the same about my roommate for a long time and I realized that he wasn't who I thought he was.

To me it felt like something I had to do, plus I didn't know what state of mind he was in and didn't want him showing up after the campus pd left. He put me on hold and an officer told me he was on the other line with his father and his dad was talking him into turning himself in. My roommate agreed to turn himself in and everybody left. It was all so surreal that I couldn't sleep at all that night. Like a week ago we were eating pizza and cake in the living room celebrating my roommate's girlfriends birthday.

I went to class the next day and when I came home there was a campus pd cruiser parked outside and my roommate and his family were there packing up all of his belongings while under supervision. He was getting kicked out of school and had to be gone that day. It was kind of surreal and I didn't really know what to say to him. He was so polite that day, a little shook up, but if you didn't know you would have had no clue that he had just tried to kill someone.

This is what going to live on campus is all about.

They were packed up and gone after a couple of hours. They cleaned the place out, a lot of the shit in the apartment was his and it was pretty empty so I redecorated it in my image. Which meant UFC posters everywhere: I never saw her again. She left the school at the end of the semester.

Found out later she was pregnant with his kid and had an abortion. He actually came back to the school about a year later. I'd see him around and we were pleasant to one another but I didn't really want anything to do with him anymore. When he moved out he left a dvd behind in the apartment and he emailed me and fb msg'd me for almost the entire year about me sending it back to him.

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I gave it to one of his other friends and asked if he could send it to him so I didn't have to talk with him anymore because why would I wanna? I also found out that it had been him clogging the toilets that entire time. I had a plumber come by the day after he got kicked out.

He liked to use those alcohol pads for your face. Turns out he had been flushing them down the toilet all the time. No wonder the toilet never worked.