NOTE: Everyone in the story is 18+ despite me calling some "boys". The "frat house" is just context and bears no resemblance to actual fraternity life.
I've always been curious about BDSM with a group, just not the M. I enjoy reading about women describing their experiences, but I don't have any of my own, until today. I found a posting on personals in my area "(M..MF) Fraternity seeking MILF for BDSM."
The body of the posting read; "Hello MILF! We know this is a long shot, but our annual BDSM party is this weekend, and we'd like you to be the center of attention. A small group of frat brothers is looking for a mature, experienced woman who is eager to participate in our BDSM gangbang. We are not looking for a crazy woman or a professional. Interested? Please message! Thank you!"
Most sex postings seeking women are uninteresting, but this was different. It gave me an unnatural thrill to see my fantasy made possible, maybe. So, I replied.
His reply to me said the party was this evening and he sent his number. When I called, he was surprised that I was a real woman. He got a lot of shit both in-house and on-line for that posting. No one thought that it would pay off.
We talked for an hour, sharing a lot of personal details, which put me at ease. He even shared the same political views as I do. He told me about successes and failures with their previous BDSM parties, and why they wanted a mature woman instead of a college student or hooker.
As I got more comfortable, I told him some of my fantasies that I would love to act out. Being a bit stupid, I was honest about being submissive, tied up, blind folded, exhibited, abused, and gangbanged, but not threatened, hurt or in pain. John was polite and kind. He said they would stop when I've had enough.
John shared that he wants me to have sex with five or six senior frat brothers while tied up and to "play" with some of the younger brothers. He persuaded me that tonight's party is for me! "Yeah! Tonight's my gangbang!" I said excitedly. I don't think that anyone who knows me would believe I would agree to such a crazy thing. But I did.
He emailed me a contract that they've used often to protect the frat from lawsuits. I agreed to all terms and was happy to send it back. He gave me the address and when to arrive. That was it. It was agreed to and confirmed.
I put on my tiniest panties, ripped short-shorts, and a crop top without a bra. I headed for the frat house where I will be gangbanged. My first ever hook up like this. At a frat house! Tonight!
The house is the biggest on fraternity/sorority row. It looks well maintained, not a dump. Breathing hard, I tell myself I want to do this. I leave all my valuables in my car. Near their porch, I hide my keys in a potted plant. If this goes bad, I have an escape.
My heart pounds as I ring the doorbell. "Hey Judy!" John's voice calls out, surprising me. The door opens and he's a young, cute white guy. He looks excited and full of life.
"Hey guys, the whore is here," he yells into the house. Instantly my face turns red as that was so loud the neighbors down the street could hear. It's the first time in my life I have been called a whore. "Get in here," he demands. My brain tells me to run away, yet my feet walk into the house. My brain screams that his rudeness is a warning; but I push down my feelings, telling myself this is what I asked for. Visibly trembling as I walk past him, he slaps my ass and laughs. This makes my face burn red. Sure; I've had my butt slapped before, but the way he did it was not fun.
The large living room was not a mess with empty beer bottles and pizza boxes. Instead, it's a brightly lit, happy-looking, clean space. A few guys on two couches stop playing video games, turn and look at me. In the adjacent dining room, more guys stop working on their laptops to leer at me.
John takes my hand and leads me to a small, raised platform in front of their huge tv. "Tonight is the BDSM party and Judy volunteered to be our BDSM slave. She's not a prostitute and so treat her with some respect." Speaking to me, "now Judy, stand there, turn around, & show off yourself."
Biting my lip, I pause for a moment. I feel excited & eager but also scared & anxious. I step onto the stage, smile and look at the guys.
The young men gather around me. They are a mixed bunch, tall & skinny, stout and strong, a couple blacks, an Asian, Hispanic and an Indian. They clap and cheer loudly as they undress me with their stares. A chant of "whore, whore, whore," grows louder while stomping their feet. The commotion brings a dozen more guys down from upstairs, along with a few of their girlfriends.
I lean near John and whisper, "you said that there'd be five or six guys, not twenty." "No worries. Most of my frat bros have girlfriends, and they're just teasing you... Play along."
The growing crowd chatters and laughs. I look at those closest to me and see lust in their eyes that both scares and arouses me.
"Judy, why are you here?" he shouts above the crowd. I'm swaying a bit, feeling dizzy, outnumbered and overwhelmed. "I'm here for my fetish... to be tied up and gangbanged at this party," I say sheepishly. The crowd erupts with raunchy teasing, vulgar taunts, misogynistic jeers.
I notice someone streaming this from their phone. My mouth drops open as I point to the phone, then another. John yells at them "Hey, put those phones away or get out, NOW!" Shit, they recorded me asking for a gangbang.
"Well then, what are you waiting for? Take off your clothes. Show us what we will be fucking tonight!" There's louder jeering and laughing from drunken frat boys. The noise and closeness of these guys dazes me further. Now...if I get naked, there's no going back.
"Okay guys. You want me? You can have me!" I kick off my sliders. I grab the bottom of my crop-top and pull it up and over my head revealing my breasts. Someone grabs my shirt from my hand. I push my long curly blond hair back over my shoulders to completely expose my chest. I feel a hundred of eyes on me. "Could be better," one of them says mocking the size of my tits. I want to shout "asshole" but I don't.
Taking a deep breath, my shaking hands unbutton my short shorts and pull them down, revealing my simple black panties. Another man takes away my shorts. The air is cool on my exposed skin. The chatter has quieted as the boys watch and stare at me. I like it. I feel like a porn star.
