An Easter oasis in my college dorm [F19,M20] [Easter] [Glory hole] [Throat goat] [Bunny costume]

It’s Easter weekend, and my college dorm is buzzing with excitement. Egg decorations fill the hallways, and a subtle scent of marijuana hangs in the air. I don’t believe in the Easter bunny scene, but I’ve got a surprise of my own up my sleeve. I’ve turned my bedroom into a mini heaven for the lads on campus with a piece of fabric and a hole in the right place. It’s my pop-up glory hole, my little business I run from the comfort of my own bedroom, and tonight I’m venturing out to slay in a Playboy bunny outfit.

My clothing is skin-tight and hangs barely at all over my massive tits, which are pushed up by the loose cups, making an eyeful impossible to miss. The bunny tail swishes as I walk and the ears bob with every step that I take. I have my hair braided in pigtails and my makeup on just so – smoky eyes and cherry red lips that scream “fuck me.” I have the glory hole installed in my inner doorway so it’s not visible from outside but within arms’ reach for anyone who can find it.

The first knock sounds, and my heart races. I take a deep breath and remember, this is what I live for – the thrill of the unknown, the rush of being the faceless mouth that brings them to their knees. I hear a whispered “Happy Easter,” and I can’t help but grin before I drop to my knees, ready to work. A giant cock emerges through the opening, and I moisten my lips, willing to worship him. The guy on the opposite side gasps when my warm breath surrounds him, and I engulf the tip of his cock in my mouth, twirling my tongue on the tip before sucking him down.

The veins bulge against my lips as I bob my head back and forth, his cock pulsating with each stroke. His moans echo in the room, muffled by the wall and the music blasting from my speakers. I stroke his balls with my left hand, my right hand holding the base of his shaft, giving him the full experience. My breasts jiggle with each movement, and I imagine the vision I’m showing him through the small area between the ground and the fabric. The scent of his passion wafts into my nostrils, and I feel the all-too-familiar dampness accumulating between my own thighs.

I accelerate, my jaws spreading to accommodate his growing girth. The taste of his precum fills my mouth, and I wrap it around before swallowing him down my throat. He taps the wall, signaling that he’s about to blow his load, and I pull back, teasing him with fast, light licks before going back down, starving to savor his sweet release. His hips spasm, and he cums in hard bursts, filling my mouth. I swallow each and every drop, relishing in the salty taste.

Wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I rise up and re-mark my territory, glancing back at the mirror. My make-up is still flawless, my tits still nearly spilling from the costume. I wait to hear the sound of the next pair of feet, my own heart pounding excitedly. The next one over is even larger, his dick a fat, throbbing beast that has me salivating. I wrap my lips around him, his thickness stretching my mouth wider than I could ever have thought. His dick reaches the back of my throat, and he groans, which sends my spine shivering.

I fall into rhythm, my cheeks pulling thin as I suck him down, my hand stroking in harmony. The fabric of the costume clings to my skin as I move and I can feel the wetness between my legs growing. It’s a sex symphony – his groans, my sloppy, wet sounds, and the occasional slap of his hand against the wall. The room is hot, the air thick with desire.

Having swallowed him whole with no trouble at all, I notice that I’ve left a perfect lipstick smear around the spot where his cock connects to his belly. It’s a mark, a possession, and it makes me feel strong. I look up, my eyes fixed on his through the hole, and I can see the amazement and lust in his gaze. He’s lost in the moment, and I can tell I’ve got him. I pull back once more, my hand teasing at his balls as I catch my breath. He’s close, so close, and I need to push him over the edge.

With a wink, I lean back and suck him deep again, my tongue working magic as I can feel his cock throbbing to each beat of his heart. His hand around the wall tightens, his breathing is coarse. I know he’s fighting the urge to wrap his hands around my head and shove his dick into my mouth, but he knows the game – no touching. The tension is almost unbearable, and I can feel my own arousal growing.

As he comes, I look into his eyes, seeing his pupils dilate and his eyes roll back. His muscles lock up, and he lets out a raw growl. The first rope of cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it hungrily, as the warmth courses through me. He keeps shooting off, and I don’t miss a beat, swallowing every last drop like a pro. It’s a thrilling tango, and I’m the lead dancer.

By the time he’s done, I release him with a slapping wet pop, licking my lips clean of all remaining traces of his taste. He’s gasping, and the streak of my lipstick on his shaft as it slumps is visible. He utters something I’m not sure I can quite make out, and I laugh, the sound muffled in the wall. “Happy Easter,” I whisper, and the rhythm of his receding footsteps is music to my ears.