Hi I'm Victoria. You may have read about some of my adventures before (Victoria's self bondage series, Victoria the House Slut, and this, Victoria Returns.). I'm a 21 year old submissive slut who loves self bondage, sucking cock and many other things kinky and perverted. A lot of people would call me a whore, but I like to think of myself as a sexual adventurer. I love putting myself in precarious situations with bondage, with the very real threat of being caught like that. Like I said, I'm a slut. I don't mind having to please the guys that catch me, to me it's part of the game. One good thing about being a full-time slut is that I tend to keep my eyes and ears open for the next wonderful opportunity.
My best friend Jessica (and former domme) often lets me in on those chances. She mentioned that there was a Greek party on Saturday that she heard about from one of her friends. This friend was a big shot in a sorority on campus. She said her friend mentioned that in these "mixers" with a fraternity, their pledges often are hazed, many involving sexual acts. Jessica knew that would perk my ears up. Her friend let her in on a secret. At this party her sorority pledges would wear pink ribbons in their hair, the frat guys would wear blue ribbons on their shirts. There was apparently adjoining closets at the frat house. One was an actual clothes closet, the other was a maintenance room or boiler room of sorts. There was a glory hole cut between the two rooms.
This really got me worked up. I can't go too long without sucking cock and I had worked up quite a taste for it. I'm such an oral slut that I've longed to do the glory hole thing for a long time. The thing that stops me is the thought that most glory holes are frequented by gay guys and/or sweaty, smelly truckers (not that I haven't sucked on quite a few smelly, sweaty dudes!). This was an opportunity to experience it, but with horny guys my age. The questions were, how? How do I set it up? Can I include bondage, per my usual games?
Here was the setup, Cindy, Jessica's friend, held a key It opened the maintenance closet. Interestingly, the frat had rigged the door so that it locked from both sides, thus one needed the key to get out. No doubt they'd played this game before with the sorority. So, the plan was, Cindy would hand the frat leader the key. He'd choose one of the pledges to go into the closet. Cindy would choose one of her pledges and send her into the maintenance room. There the woman would either blow the guy or give them a hand job (which Jessica said happens often, due to many of the young women's lack of experience.) The sorority leaders don't care which they choose, they just have to do it in order to fulfill their "obligation." After they got off, the guy would slip the key through the hole to the woman, who would unlock the door to get out. They would then pass the key back to the next pledge, who Cindy had picked. The guys would never know which woman with the pink ribbon got them off, and the women would never know which guy they sucked or jacked off.
That set my mind spinning. Luckily, being a slut has more advantages than the obvious ones. Cam, my favorite pizza guy, who often helps me with my games, was a former alumnus of the frat. He always gets a nice reward at the end from me. He really digs my ass. That's what he usually wants from me, which makes it even more embarrassing for me, especially since I usually have to do it right after I've done a bunch of other things. I sent him to the frat house for reconnaissance. He came back with pictures of the two rooms and the general layout. It gave me wonderful ideas, the plan started formulating.
I realized right away that this wasn't about me putting myself in a situation, doing it, then getting out of it completely free. I knew this time I was going to have to do something, at least a few cocks were going to get pleased. The game was, could I get myself out of it with "minimal damage," so to speak. I was very pleased with the photos from Cam, it created possibilities for me. Once I had the plan I sent him back to do a couple of the things I couldn't.
I dressed "collegiate slutty." I wore really tight and short shorts. I wore a loose halter top. For those who don't remember, I'm short, around five feet tall. My ass is tight, but very round and my waist is small. It gives me a very curvy figure. My tits are too big for my frame (according to some), like they don't belong on such a small body. Guys seem to thoroughly enjoy them, though! That said, the outfit really accentuated my features. I've got flowing red hair and a beautiful (or so I'm told) face. Jessica calls me a unicorn, like my features make me one of a kind. I'm actually not vain or prideful like, "whoa, look at how gorgeous I am," or anything. I just get told these things a lot. I'm happy with how I look. I've certainly been able to take advantage of how much guys like my appearance but I also realize I didn't have anything to do with nature and how I was created. I've just been fortunate.
Luckily, knowing the key to getting into the party, the pink ribbon in the hair, was easy enough, otherwise I'd have had to convince the doorman to let me in some other way (wink wink). I had the thing planned out in my head, getting it all to work, however, was going to be another matter. Immediately I went to the closet area. For the time being, the doors were unlocked. I ducked in, unnoticed. I took all the paraphernalia I'd need later out of my purse and I returned to the party. I looked around for Cindy. In the meantime I mingled. My outfit made me popular. I wondered if the frat pledges with the blue ribbons knew about the "hole" or if they'd find out later, when handed a key. I had a feeling some of them knew, the way the buzzed around me, in the hopes I'd be the one on the other side of the wall.
Finally, I spotted Cindy, who was fashionably late. I'd seen a half a dozen pink ribbons already. I had no idea how many pledges were going to be there. I took the ribbon out of my hair and stayed close to her. I was waiting for the key exchange. I saw her approach one of the older dudes. Sure enough, I saw the flash of a key change hands. I rushed to the closet area. My plan was, I would try to convince the sorority pledge to let me go in for them. I actually thought that part would be easy. I figured most of them would be relieved.
The first young woman approached. I stopped her at the door to the maintenance closet.
"Hey uh. I wondered if you knew what was going to happen in there?" I asked.
"Obviously," she said with a dismissive smirk.
"And you are ok with that?"
"Totally," she smiled as she went in and locked the door.
"Well shit," I thought. I hadn't considered that, really. But, I knew there'd be other opportunities. I waited.
She came out, grinning and rubbing her lips with the sleeve of her shirt. I had to grin, "lucky slut," I thought.
I was luckier with number two. She looked inexperienced, barely 18, fresh out of high school and looked it. She walked nervously to the door and looked around. I swooped in.
"Hey, I'm Victoria."
"I'm Jasmine," she squeaked nervously.
She looked wholly innocent. She was dark haired, light skinned. Her hair was pulled back tight, in a pony tail. She reminded me of what Agnes from Despicable Me might look like at her age. Her face was adorable, like chiseled perfection befitting an 18 year old. She looked like a frightened mouse.
"Look, I know what's going on."
"You do?" she asked, the embarrassment obvious.
"I'm guessing you are terrified right now."
"I am!"
"Probably never done anything like that yet, have you?"
"I've never had sex before," she admitted. "Petting is the most I've ever done."
