Kitty is in the wrong place
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Kitty Got Caught - In College! free porn video
I love risky sex. I like to humiliation. I like to be treated as a useless piece of fucktoy for real men’s pleasure! I love the thrill in sex when there are chances of getting caught or something else that pushes me. So how did I figure that out?
Dressed in lingerie and wearing pink lipstick in my college, kneeling on the floor beside the toilet, waiting for the door to open, my mind kept going around in circles to what led me here, wondering if I could have done anything different to prevent it.
I remembered sitting on the toilet earlier today looking at my bright pink nylon and white lace panties, resisting the urge to play with myself. They looked so arousing against my pale, hairless legs. I blushed slightly and smiled at what a dirty little pervert I was wearing slutty lingerie under my t-shirt and pant in college.
It wasn't something I ever did, but this morning, after taking off my pink baby doll nighty and satin panties I thought how shameful it would be to do that. At first, I dismissed it, as there was always the chance that someone might notice the panties when I bent over. You never knew who might be watching around the class. After the shower and shave I felt particularly horny looking at my totally hairless body in the mirror. I ran my hands over the slight, soft swelling on my upper chest.
They looked and felt like young girls titties with large, round nipples, a slightly darker pink than the rest of my chest. I guess that was when I decided to wear lingerie, shivering slightly as I put on the bra thinking how sissy and faggy I looked dressed like that. Just to be on the safe side I wore a tee shirt over the bra as I didn't want them showing through my. That should hide any tell-tale outlines or visible signs of what I was wearing.
Sighing as I remembered feeling the tightness of the bra, and the soft feel of the, unable to resist the urge to touch myself after that, letting out a soft moan as I stoked my cock. It felt so good, and I sat on the toilet a little longer, reveling in the feeling between my legs and smell of the toilet. Somehow, the smell made it feel even more shamefully erotic and depraved. With a sigh I stopped, knowing that if I didn't I'd jack off until I climaxed, wanting that feeling to go on as long as possible.
Standing, I turned to flush the toilet and reached down to pull my panties up. As I did, the toilet door opened. I froze in shock. In my haste to go for a pee I'd forgotten to lock the door. I was so petrified I couldn't move, not even to look around to see who it was. I heard movement, the door closing, and the click of the lock. The next second the light went off. I heard myself moan in panic and the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears, hardly able to breathe. I turned, but couldn't see who it was, only the sound of his soft footsteps coming towards me, and the rasping sound of a zip. I wanted to run but was too petrified to move, and run to where? I felt him stand close, his hand touching my crotch, stroking it with rough fingers. His breath brushed my ear as he leaned closer.
"Nice panties, bitch!" He whispered in a husky voice.
Between the pounding of my heart and my gasping for breath I couldn't tell who it was. Someone from my class was all I knew. Someone who now knew I was a panty-wearing sissy masquerading as a real man. I couldn't help myself and gasped. Between his man smell, the darkness, the toilet smell and his hand squeezing my cock I started to get hard. How perverted was that? I should be screaming or fainting, something, anything but stand there and get hard while he played with my cock.
I felt movement and knew he was playing with his cock. I wanted to stop him, wanted to say don't, but I couldn't. He lifted my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it onto the floor I suppose. I heard him sigh as his fingers ran over my body again, feeling the bra and down over my hips. Gripping the waist band of the panties he pulled them down and freeing my now hard cock.
One hand returned to squeezing me while the other return to jacking himself off, and I thought for a wild moment that would be enough. He stopped for a moment and ran his hand up my body until it rested on my shoulder and began to push downward. I let out another small wimp, knowing what he wanted. I tried to tell myself not to do it, to refuse...but I couldn't.
Slowly, unwillingly I sank to my knees. He'd seen me, knew who I was. If I didn't do this I knew he'd tell everyone. My knee hit the damp, cold concrete floor and I could smell his manhood, right in front of my face. He reached down, using his thumb and forefinger squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened. The moment it did, he pushed the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth.
"Suck it you filthy little panty wearing faggot!"
I started licking and sucking his big cock and it wasn't long before he started gently pumping it in and out of my mouth. I shuddered at the taste of his cock, feeling the silky smooth texture of the skin as it slipped in and out of my mouth, tasting the little shot of musky pre-cum that leaked from the tip. At first, he just stroked my hair, gradually moving his hand to the back of my head so he could push my head forward as he pushed his cock in and out.
Then he had both hands on my head, holding it tight, gradually speeding up his stokes and beginning to pant. I couldn't take his cock out now even if I wanted to, and I did. "Wrap your fucking lips tight around the shaft, bitch." He huffed as he drove his stiff cock deeper into my mouth. I did what he said, tightening lip wet lips around the meaty shaft of his cock.
"That's it. Now suck it hard you disgusting little cock sucking faggot bitch!"
"That's it you filthy little crossdressed faggot, suck my big hard cock!"
Crying in shame I did what he told me, sucking his rock hard cock as it slipped in and out between my wet lips, ashamed and humiliated that I let him do this to me.
Suddenly I felt his cock swell, and with a loud groan of pleasure he shot his load into my mouth, filling it with hot cum. I gagged and choked as it hit the back of my throat but he didn't stop, he just kept fucking my mouth. In desperation I swallowed, and kept swallowing as more and more cum filled my mouth. With a last thrust he stopped and I felt him shiver as he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth.
"Ummmm good," he murmured, hearing the rasp as he zipped up his pants. "Yeah, you are a good little cock sucking cum swallowing faggot."
Without another word and turned and walked across the toilet towards the strip of light coming in under the door. For a moment he stopped.
"Hey bitch!' He whispered loud enough for me to hear.
I looked in his direction and caught the flash in my eyes. He'd taken a picture of me. I almost jumped and dropped my head as he opened the door and left, closing and locking the door behind him for which I was thankful. I don't think I could have move right then.
In the end I stood, pulling my pants up enough so I could go over and switch the light on. Checking first to see if the door really was locked. I dressed, rinsed my mouth, washed and dried my face and hands and stood there looking myself in the mirror. I'd just been used like a cheap faggot slut.
I knew I should have stopped him but didn't. What made me blush ever more was the fact that throughout the whole ordeal I was as hard as a rock. Thankfully, he, whoever he was hadn't seen that, not sure if that would have made a difference anyway. What would I do now? Someone out there knew what I was and had a picture of me. Would he tell? Would he say something to anyone or show then the picture? I didn't know. After combing my hair I walked slowly back to my classroom as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and continued my classes. Or tried to, shivering every so often as someone walked by my. I looked at the other guys in the class and wondering which one of them it was, but none of them appeared to take any special interest in me.
The day progressed, depressing hour after hour. At three, there was a class off and went outside to get a breath of fresh air, thinking it might help. It did for a moment, until I got back to my desk. Inside my bag’s top chain, there was an envelope with my name on it and something bulky inside. I sat down and turn away so no one could see and with trembling fingers opened the envelope. Inside was a simply note, a picture and a lipstick. Checking to see no one was looking at me I opened the lipstick, sucking in my breath as I saw bright pink. The note was simply.
'5:00 pm -- bathroom -- lipstick -- on your knees - lights off - be ready -- or else'
There was no signature and. As poor as it was the color picture said it all. A recognizable me, kneeling in front a toilet dressed in slutty, faggy underwear with my cock sticking out. He knew!
The classes ended at 4:30 and by five pm I was in the darkened toilet stripped down to my lingerie, wearing bright pink lipstick and kneeling on the floor as ordered. The door opened but I didn't look up. I didn't want to know who it was. He walked over and stood in front of me, unzipping his pants as he did.
"Stand up and bend over the toilet, fuck bitch."
I moaned softly and did what he told me, feeling his hands traveling over my body as I turned and bent over. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties, and with two quick jerks he ripped them off.
"Good. Spread your legs pussy boy!" All I could do was moan. He laughed, and reaching around he forced my mouth open and stuffed the dirty pink panties inside.
"That should keep the little fuck faggot quite while I fuck him."
His hand slipped between my open legs, caressing my crotch first, then my tight balls. While he was doing that, his other hand wandered over my body finally reached my little titties. He squeezed them hard, first one, then the other through the material of my bra. That wasn't enough, and slipping the shoulder straps off he pull the teddy and bra down, exposing my girly breast to his hand. This time he squeezed hard, making me moan louder, then pinched the nipples, making me draw in a hissing breath of pain.
"Oh yeah. What lovely fucking titties you have bitchboy."
His other hand soon found the butt plug, teasing it a moment before gentle pulling it out. He didn't take it all the way out, but began slipping it in and out, moaning softly as he did.
"Oh yes. You are gonna feel a real one in there soon, sissy cunt. You're going to love it. So much better than a dildo or a butt plug."
"Please.... No..." I wanted to say, but couldn't. A moment later he pulled the butt plug out and substituted the tip of his cock. "OH god...." I moaned around the gag.
With a quick thrust he had the head of his cock inside me. I tried to move forward and pull away, but he quickly grabbed my hips in both hands and pulled me back. As he did he rammed his cock in deeper. I squealed in pain, but that didn't stop him pulling me back and he thrust his cock in deeper. It was horrible and I started shaking in shame. He was going to fuck me like a girl and I couldn't stop him.
"Yeah! What a lovely tight pussy you have cunt! I'm going to love fucking you!"
Saying that he did, sliding his huge cock in and out of my ass. It hurt, God how it hurt, but he didn't care. I clamped one hand over my mouth to stop from screaming as he gradually fucked his way inside me. With my face burning with shame I could only stand there and let this unknown man fuck me like a dirty little crossdressing faggot bitch.
His hand came up and grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head back as he pounding his cock into me. His other hand slid up and grabbed my titties, squeezing then, pinching the nipples hard. I could hear him panting for breath, moaning, knowing he was enjoying every second of my ass as much as I was. He let go of my breast and his hand landed with a resounding slap on my ass cheek. I tried to scream around the gag as he kept spanking me, harder and harder.
"Work it you filthy little cunt! Work that fucking faggot pussy!"
He slapped me again and again. The faster I pushed back on his cock, the more he spanked me. At least the pain in my butt slowly diminished as my ring relaxed to accommodate his huge cock.
That did nothing to reduce the shamed and humiliation I felt. He was using me like a dirty little ally slut and I was loved it! I knew then that that was what I felt ashamed but hot about, his fucking me was just icing on the cake. Just then he reached around and grabbed my cock and I gasped in surprise. I was as hard as a rock.
I whimpered even louder; I was starting to enjoy it. I started panting, wiggling my ass on his cock. Suddenly I wanted him there, wanted him fucking me. It was all the things I thought it would be and more. I could feel it building inside me and knew I was about to cum without even touching myself. My hard throbbing sissy cock had a mind of its own, straining for release as he fucked me, and no matter how many time I told myself I wasn't a cock craving faggot bitch, my cock told me the truth. I was a sissy fag, I wanted this, wanting the feel of a cock in my sissy bitch pussy and my mouth.
With a final lunge he rammed his cock all the way in and held it there, gripping my hips and pulling me onto his cock while he shot his load inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing, imagining his hot cum filling my ass counting one more cock in my faggothood. I was a cross-dressing sissy fag now. The nights of just dressing up in girls clothes and fantasizing about what might happen, or what a guy might do to me if he caught me wearing girl's clothes were over. Now I knew exactly how it felt to suck cock and get fucked like a cheap whore when someone catches me in unusual situation! With a final sigh, he pulled out, hearing him wiping his cock before zipping up his pants. Then, without a word he left without even closing the door.
As I sank to the floor and knelt there, I whispering to myself not to doing this ever again. But no matter how much I tried to tell myself that I won’t enjoy this, I knew the truth. I am crossdressing faggot slut bitch and this is exactly what I love.
Dressed in lingerie and wearing pink lipstick in my college, kneeling on the floor beside the toilet, waiting for the door to open, my mind kept going around in circles to what led me here, wondering if I could have done anything different to prevent it.
I remembered sitting on the toilet earlier today looking at my bright pink nylon and white lace panties, resisting the urge to play with myself. They looked so arousing against my pale, hairless legs. I blushed slightly and smiled at what a dirty little pervert I was wearing slutty lingerie under my t-shirt and pant in college.
It wasn't something I ever did, but this morning, after taking off my pink baby doll nighty and satin panties I thought how shameful it would be to do that. At first, I dismissed it, as there was always the chance that someone might notice the panties when I bent over. You never knew who might be watching around the class. After the shower and shave I felt particularly horny looking at my totally hairless body in the mirror. I ran my hands over the slight, soft swelling on my upper chest.
They looked and felt like young girls titties with large, round nipples, a slightly darker pink than the rest of my chest. I guess that was when I decided to wear lingerie, shivering slightly as I put on the bra thinking how sissy and faggy I looked dressed like that. Just to be on the safe side I wore a tee shirt over the bra as I didn't want them showing through my. That should hide any tell-tale outlines or visible signs of what I was wearing.
Sighing as I remembered feeling the tightness of the bra, and the soft feel of the, unable to resist the urge to touch myself after that, letting out a soft moan as I stoked my cock. It felt so good, and I sat on the toilet a little longer, reveling in the feeling between my legs and smell of the toilet. Somehow, the smell made it feel even more shamefully erotic and depraved. With a sigh I stopped, knowing that if I didn't I'd jack off until I climaxed, wanting that feeling to go on as long as possible.
Standing, I turned to flush the toilet and reached down to pull my panties up. As I did, the toilet door opened. I froze in shock. In my haste to go for a pee I'd forgotten to lock the door. I was so petrified I couldn't move, not even to look around to see who it was. I heard movement, the door closing, and the click of the lock. The next second the light went off. I heard myself moan in panic and the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears, hardly able to breathe. I turned, but couldn't see who it was, only the sound of his soft footsteps coming towards me, and the rasping sound of a zip. I wanted to run but was too petrified to move, and run to where? I felt him stand close, his hand touching my crotch, stroking it with rough fingers. His breath brushed my ear as he leaned closer.
"Nice panties, bitch!" He whispered in a husky voice.
Between the pounding of my heart and my gasping for breath I couldn't tell who it was. Someone from my class was all I knew. Someone who now knew I was a panty-wearing sissy masquerading as a real man. I couldn't help myself and gasped. Between his man smell, the darkness, the toilet smell and his hand squeezing my cock I started to get hard. How perverted was that? I should be screaming or fainting, something, anything but stand there and get hard while he played with my cock.
I felt movement and knew he was playing with his cock. I wanted to stop him, wanted to say don't, but I couldn't. He lifted my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it onto the floor I suppose. I heard him sigh as his fingers ran over my body again, feeling the bra and down over my hips. Gripping the waist band of the panties he pulled them down and freeing my now hard cock.
One hand returned to squeezing me while the other return to jacking himself off, and I thought for a wild moment that would be enough. He stopped for a moment and ran his hand up my body until it rested on my shoulder and began to push downward. I let out another small wimp, knowing what he wanted. I tried to tell myself not to do it, to refuse...but I couldn't.
Slowly, unwillingly I sank to my knees. He'd seen me, knew who I was. If I didn't do this I knew he'd tell everyone. My knee hit the damp, cold concrete floor and I could smell his manhood, right in front of my face. He reached down, using his thumb and forefinger squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened. The moment it did, he pushed the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth.
"Suck it you filthy little panty wearing faggot!"
I started licking and sucking his big cock and it wasn't long before he started gently pumping it in and out of my mouth. I shuddered at the taste of his cock, feeling the silky smooth texture of the skin as it slipped in and out of my mouth, tasting the little shot of musky pre-cum that leaked from the tip. At first, he just stroked my hair, gradually moving his hand to the back of my head so he could push my head forward as he pushed his cock in and out.
Then he had both hands on my head, holding it tight, gradually speeding up his stokes and beginning to pant. I couldn't take his cock out now even if I wanted to, and I did. "Wrap your fucking lips tight around the shaft, bitch." He huffed as he drove his stiff cock deeper into my mouth. I did what he said, tightening lip wet lips around the meaty shaft of his cock.
"That's it. Now suck it hard you disgusting little cock sucking faggot bitch!"
"That's it you filthy little crossdressed faggot, suck my big hard cock!"
Crying in shame I did what he told me, sucking his rock hard cock as it slipped in and out between my wet lips, ashamed and humiliated that I let him do this to me.
Suddenly I felt his cock swell, and with a loud groan of pleasure he shot his load into my mouth, filling it with hot cum. I gagged and choked as it hit the back of my throat but he didn't stop, he just kept fucking my mouth. In desperation I swallowed, and kept swallowing as more and more cum filled my mouth. With a last thrust he stopped and I felt him shiver as he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth.
"Ummmm good," he murmured, hearing the rasp as he zipped up his pants. "Yeah, you are a good little cock sucking cum swallowing faggot."
Without another word and turned and walked across the toilet towards the strip of light coming in under the door. For a moment he stopped.
"Hey bitch!' He whispered loud enough for me to hear.
I looked in his direction and caught the flash in my eyes. He'd taken a picture of me. I almost jumped and dropped my head as he opened the door and left, closing and locking the door behind him for which I was thankful. I don't think I could have move right then.
In the end I stood, pulling my pants up enough so I could go over and switch the light on. Checking first to see if the door really was locked. I dressed, rinsed my mouth, washed and dried my face and hands and stood there looking myself in the mirror. I'd just been used like a cheap faggot slut.
I knew I should have stopped him but didn't. What made me blush ever more was the fact that throughout the whole ordeal I was as hard as a rock. Thankfully, he, whoever he was hadn't seen that, not sure if that would have made a difference anyway. What would I do now? Someone out there knew what I was and had a picture of me. Would he tell? Would he say something to anyone or show then the picture? I didn't know. After combing my hair I walked slowly back to my classroom as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and continued my classes. Or tried to, shivering every so often as someone walked by my. I looked at the other guys in the class and wondering which one of them it was, but none of them appeared to take any special interest in me.
The day progressed, depressing hour after hour. At three, there was a class off and went outside to get a breath of fresh air, thinking it might help. It did for a moment, until I got back to my desk. Inside my bag’s top chain, there was an envelope with my name on it and something bulky inside. I sat down and turn away so no one could see and with trembling fingers opened the envelope. Inside was a simply note, a picture and a lipstick. Checking to see no one was looking at me I opened the lipstick, sucking in my breath as I saw bright pink. The note was simply.
'5:00 pm -- bathroom -- lipstick -- on your knees - lights off - be ready -- or else'
There was no signature and. As poor as it was the color picture said it all. A recognizable me, kneeling in front a toilet dressed in slutty, faggy underwear with my cock sticking out. He knew!
The classes ended at 4:30 and by five pm I was in the darkened toilet stripped down to my lingerie, wearing bright pink lipstick and kneeling on the floor as ordered. The door opened but I didn't look up. I didn't want to know who it was. He walked over and stood in front of me, unzipping his pants as he did.
"Stand up and bend over the toilet, fuck bitch."
I moaned softly and did what he told me, feeling his hands traveling over my body as I turned and bent over. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties, and with two quick jerks he ripped them off.
"Good. Spread your legs pussy boy!" All I could do was moan. He laughed, and reaching around he forced my mouth open and stuffed the dirty pink panties inside.
"That should keep the little fuck faggot quite while I fuck him."
His hand slipped between my open legs, caressing my crotch first, then my tight balls. While he was doing that, his other hand wandered over my body finally reached my little titties. He squeezed them hard, first one, then the other through the material of my bra. That wasn't enough, and slipping the shoulder straps off he pull the teddy and bra down, exposing my girly breast to his hand. This time he squeezed hard, making me moan louder, then pinched the nipples, making me draw in a hissing breath of pain.
"Oh yeah. What lovely fucking titties you have bitchboy."
His other hand soon found the butt plug, teasing it a moment before gentle pulling it out. He didn't take it all the way out, but began slipping it in and out, moaning softly as he did.
"Oh yes. You are gonna feel a real one in there soon, sissy cunt. You're going to love it. So much better than a dildo or a butt plug."
"Please.... No..." I wanted to say, but couldn't. A moment later he pulled the butt plug out and substituted the tip of his cock. "OH god...." I moaned around the gag.
With a quick thrust he had the head of his cock inside me. I tried to move forward and pull away, but he quickly grabbed my hips in both hands and pulled me back. As he did he rammed his cock in deeper. I squealed in pain, but that didn't stop him pulling me back and he thrust his cock in deeper. It was horrible and I started shaking in shame. He was going to fuck me like a girl and I couldn't stop him.
"Yeah! What a lovely tight pussy you have cunt! I'm going to love fucking you!"
Saying that he did, sliding his huge cock in and out of my ass. It hurt, God how it hurt, but he didn't care. I clamped one hand over my mouth to stop from screaming as he gradually fucked his way inside me. With my face burning with shame I could only stand there and let this unknown man fuck me like a dirty little crossdressing faggot bitch.
His hand came up and grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head back as he pounding his cock into me. His other hand slid up and grabbed my titties, squeezing then, pinching the nipples hard. I could hear him panting for breath, moaning, knowing he was enjoying every second of my ass as much as I was. He let go of my breast and his hand landed with a resounding slap on my ass cheek. I tried to scream around the gag as he kept spanking me, harder and harder.
"Work it you filthy little cunt! Work that fucking faggot pussy!"
He slapped me again and again. The faster I pushed back on his cock, the more he spanked me. At least the pain in my butt slowly diminished as my ring relaxed to accommodate his huge cock.
That did nothing to reduce the shamed and humiliation I felt. He was using me like a dirty little ally slut and I was loved it! I knew then that that was what I felt ashamed but hot about, his fucking me was just icing on the cake. Just then he reached around and grabbed my cock and I gasped in surprise. I was as hard as a rock.
I whimpered even louder; I was starting to enjoy it. I started panting, wiggling my ass on his cock. Suddenly I wanted him there, wanted him fucking me. It was all the things I thought it would be and more. I could feel it building inside me and knew I was about to cum without even touching myself. My hard throbbing sissy cock had a mind of its own, straining for release as he fucked me, and no matter how many time I told myself I wasn't a cock craving faggot bitch, my cock told me the truth. I was a sissy fag, I wanted this, wanting the feel of a cock in my sissy bitch pussy and my mouth.
With a final lunge he rammed his cock all the way in and held it there, gripping my hips and pulling me onto his cock while he shot his load inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing, imagining his hot cum filling my ass counting one more cock in my faggothood. I was a cross-dressing sissy fag now. The nights of just dressing up in girls clothes and fantasizing about what might happen, or what a guy might do to me if he caught me wearing girl's clothes were over. Now I knew exactly how it felt to suck cock and get fucked like a cheap whore when someone catches me in unusual situation! With a final sigh, he pulled out, hearing him wiping his cock before zipping up his pants. Then, without a word he left without even closing the door.
As I sank to the floor and knelt there, I whispering to myself not to doing this ever again. But no matter how much I tried to tell myself that I won’t enjoy this, I knew the truth. I am crossdressing faggot slut bitch and this is exactly what I love.
Kierra
- 24.12.2022
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