WMAF Experiences in the Co-ed Dorm

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Story contains (or will contain in future posts) male peeing, female peeing, white male asian female raceplay, university dorm semi-public pissing. Posting the first part now and will add to this thread as I write more.

Melissa stood at the sink, watching herself brush her teeth in the mirror. Rows of stalls could be seen behind her, some for toilets and some for showers, all with their doors ajar as she was the only person in the coed dorm washroom at this hour. Even though she was in Canada now for school, she maintained her Chinese work ethic. Despite that, her parents wouldn’t be proud to see her now - the slim 5’2” girl was dressed in tight jean shorts and a thin white crop top that left little to the imagination.

“Mmphfft,” Melissa spat into the sink, froth running down her chin. “Damn, I’d like to leave her like that tonight!” laughter erupted as several boys walked into the bathroom, several of them leering at Melissa. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she hastily wiped her face. She didn’t say a word, just stared down at the sink and ignored the boys as they continued to laugh, talk amongst themselves, and file into different stalls. As the commotion died down she resumed brushing her teeth, but was distracted by a distinctive unzipping sound beside her. A man beside her was fishing his cock out of his pants and Melissa could only watch in shock as he pulled back his pale foreskin to expose his darkly ridged glans. Her heartbeat had risen threefold in seconds - was she being flashed? Was she about to be assaulted? She had just opened her mouth to exclaim in protest when a stream of piss sprayed out from the tip of the man’s dick, her words catching in her throat and coming out as a squeak as she watched the messy torrent hose down the garbage can beside the sinks. The patter of liquid on plastic was all she could hear, everything else fading into the background as her attention was consumed by the spectacle unfolding beside her. If Melissa was flushed before, then the colour of her cheeks now was indescribable. She turned back to the sink and brushing her teeth as the stream tapered off to a dribble, unsure of how to handle the situation and opting to ignore it.

Marcus stepped back, gently shaking his shaft. Gazing at the tiny Asian girl still brushing her teeth, he smirked - she could pretend to ignore him all she wanted, he knew her tight little cunt was throbbing right now. Turning to her, he leaned forward and wiped the tip of his cock against her shorts. “Uh?!” Melissa yelped, feeling the pressure on her thigh and turning just in time to catch Marcus zipping up again, a small dark patch left on the side of her shorts. “Welcome to Canada,” Marcus said with a smile, before turning and leaving the washroom.

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Great start to the story 

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Melissa fidgeted in her chair, barely able to focus on the study materials in front of her. The other students in the library paid no attention to her, absorbed in their own efforts. Melissa shifted again, the heat between her legs begging for attention, burning for her touch. What happened to me this morning? Marcus should have waited for a stall, and wiping his dick on me must be some kind of assault. She glanced down at her thigh, where she’d felt his cock press against her, where she’d seen the wet smear slowly dry all morning. The evidence was gone now, but her memory remained. I’m not just a white man’s pissrag… Her pussy ached at the thought. A white man’s pissrag. Her hand drifted between her legs. A white man’s pissrag. Her palm pressed hard against her cunt, finally starting to satisfy the need she’d felt all morning. A white man’s pissrag. She suppressed a moan as her hips bucked into her hand, grinding her clit across her wrist. Her panties were damp against her now, a slippery layer between her skin and her shorts, making the slightest movement a tantalizing pleasure. A white man’s pissrag. The Chinese girl’s small mouth fell open briefly, her eyes looking out at nothing at all. Her hand now clenched into a fist, pulled tight between her legs. Her thighs squeezed shut around her hand. Her body tensed, balanced on the edge of her seat, every muscle wanting to just push forward farther against her hand, wanting nothing more than to collapse onto the floor in a ball of ecstasy. A white man’s pissrag.

Sitting down to her first class of the day, Melissa picked a spot near the back where she could be left to her thoughts. Her body had betrayed her in the library, but she’d convinced herself that it didn’t mean anything. Still, she needed to process the events of the day further. Digging in her bag for her notebook and water bottle, she could just see the legs of someone walking to the seat beside hers and sitting down. Fuck, I can’t even get a little space? Melissa thought angrily.

“Hi, I’m Marcus,” the voice came from above her, forcing Melissa to look up at the boy who’d sat beside her. The sound of his voice had sent her stomach into a knot, and her eyes only confirmed her fears. “It’s you!” she blurted out, then flushed and covered her mouth before saying more quietly, “I’m Melissa, sorry.” Marcus reached out to shake her hand. “I didn’t mean to surprise you Melissa.” As she took his hand she noticed how small she was in his grasp, her fingers disappearing under his.

Halfway through the lecture, Marcus turned to speak to Melissa again. “Hey, can you pass me your water?”

“Oh, sure,” Melissa said, passing him her bottle. “There’s not much left though.”

“Yeah that’s perfect,” Marcus said, unscrewing the top.

“Wait,” Melissa whispered, panic starting to rise in her as she watched Marcus bring the bottle down to his hips. “I thought you just wanted a drink, what are you doing?”

Marcus ignored her, pulling his cock out through his fly and positioning himself inside the water bottle. With a slow breath out he relaxed, pee slowly trickling out and mixing with the last bit of water remaining in the bottle. He looked up at Melissa - her eyes were transfixed by his cock. He smirked and released his bladder further, letting his piss spray noisily against the clear plastic siding of the bottle. “I see you watching,” he whispered.

She couldn’t help but watch the disaster unfolding in front of her. Her water bottle was being defaced right in front of her. A man had his dick out beside her. A few rows in front of them, dozens if not hundreds of students were busy listening to the lecture. And here she was, unable to leave, unable to look away. Unable to decide if she was feeling horror, disgust, or arousal. Marcus shook himself inside the bottle a couple times before replacing the lid and passing the bottle back to Melissa. She wondered why she took it back. She wondered why her cunt throbbed when she did. She was beyond thought when Marcus pulled her hand down to his crotch and wiped his glans against her palm and across the back of her hand, drying himself with her soft skin. His voice didn’t fully register to her as he remarked “At least you can’t get any more yellow.”

Edited August 12 by Bill Thane

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This story is awesome! 

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Love it! Keep going

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Hoping there’s still more of this coming!