Frat Whore Pt 03

There was a knock on the door. Vaughn, the president of the frat, had ordered a pledge to escort me to fulfill my next role in the frat's tradition. After being used by a group of wealthy alumni donors, Vaughn had me for several hours, and it appeared he was done. I didn't know exactly what was to come next, but I knew I was being prepared for a ceremony of some kind. What can I say? I was desperate to stay in school, and they were paying me enough to finish without taking out any more loans.

The pledge was introduced as Mark. He was clearly only 18 or 19 years old- a freshman in college eager to be accepted by Vaughn and his peers. "Mark, take this whore to Sandra for prepping," barked Vaughn. "Yes, sir."

I got up to follow Mark out of the room, wandering the halls of the frat naked again. Mark seemed frazzled and uncertain, trying not to stare at my breasts when he turned around to say "This way."

We rounded a corner into an unoccupied hallway. I grabbed his hand and stopped. He turned to me puzzled "Uhh.."

"Do you want to touch me?" I asked the nervous young man. I stepped in closer to him.

"Y-yes, but I'm not allowed to have sex with you yet."

I giggled, "I know, but you can touch me."

He reached out his hand and grabbed one of my breasts. I pulled him into an embrace, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him passionately. He reached around to grope my ass as I rubbed my nude body against him, feeling his erection growing. "I can't wait to feel that dick inside me," I whispered in his ear.

I realized in that moment that I fucking loved this. I loved being a frat whore. I couldn't wait for the ceremony, whatever it was. There were 34 men living in this house, and I was going to fuck every one of them. "Feel how wet I am," I ordered Mark. He spread my cheeks with one hand, reaching down to feel my pussy from behind with the other. He rubbed up and down my slit with his fingers and I felt his dick twitch.

I pulled away, thoroughly enjoying teasing and dominating this guy. He shuddered. I grabbed his hand and put his fingers in my mouth, simulating giving head and sucking my own juices off of them. I took in the sound of his jagged breathing. "Alright show me where I need to go."

Mark dropped me off in a parlor room on the first floor. There was a rack of what appeared to be very expensive formal gowns and shoes, and there was a woman waiting next to a table with a professional hair and makeup setup and an assortment of fine jewelry. There was also a display of elegant lingerie. She introduced herself as Sandra.

Sandra told me she was there to pamper me and make me look my best for the ceremony. She handed me a fancy silky robe and a mimosa. "Come on over to this sink and I'll shampoo you," she said.

"Can I take a proper shower?" I asked.

She laughed. "No dear. Part of the tradition is that the highest ranking richest donor of the frat gets you when you're fresh and clean, and the lowliest pledges are basically hazed by having to fuck you while you're covered in and full of everyone else's cum, you see? You can't clean your pussy until they're done."

It was weird to hear a middle aged woman say things like that while shampooing you. The oils smelled incredible and she massaged my scalp. "Uhh... how do you know that? Do you do this every year?"

"Ohhh, I was you once. And yes, I do this every year." She winked.

She blow dried and styled my hair surprisingly elegantly, applied classy evening makeup expertly, and led me over to try on gowns.

"They're haute couture," said Sandra, "Very very expensive." I remembered Professor Rhodes asking for my measurements in preparation for the day. This must have been why.

I tried them on and we landed on a floor length red gown with intricate black art deco beading. I tried on lingerie, landing on a set the dress could conceal- a black leather corset, a black g-string, thigh-high stockings, and a leather garter belt. We selected beautiful dangling earrings that matched perfectly and a black stiletto.

"Why all the fuss of dressing me up? What even is this ceremony? What's going to happen?"

"I'm on strict orders not to tell you the details, hun, but I think they just get off on building you up into some kind of goddess and then defiling you." I felt my pussy moisten at the concept. I guess I get off on that too, I thought.

After she completed my hair and makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked absolutely incredible. Like a movie star walking the red carpet. The door opened and, to my surprise, Professor Rhodes walked in looking unbearably handsome in a tuxedo. He greeted Sandra and hugged her like an old friend, then took my hand and kissed it. "You look beautiful," he said. He took my arm like a gentleman and began walking me to the door. "Nice work," he said to Sandra.

Professor Rhodes led me to a fancy dining room. All of the men of the frat, including the alumni who'd had their way with my earlier, stood up in their formalwear when we entered. Professor Rhodes pulled out my chair for me, and everyone sat down as I sat down. I was reminded that I still had cum leaking out of me when I sat down and felt the wetness on my upper thighs.

Women in modest server clothing set down fancy cocktails and salads. The young men seated near me began chit chatting with me. Where are you from? What's your major? Pretending they wouldn't be running a train on me like I was an object soon. I caught eyes with Mark, the freshman, across the table as the waitresses brought out another course. He smiled shyly.

Toasts, polite conversation, a delicious dinner, many compliments on my dress. We even took some photos. When the meal was over, I was encouraged to follow the men to the "salon" as they called it for "dessert."

Once in the room, they made a circle. I was awkwardly standing in the middle, unsure what to do, feeling embarrassed and off in this expensive gown. Everyone there knew I was there because I was desperate for money. Humiliating. I looked to Professor Rhodes for direction, but he ignored me.

Then they dimmed the lights and started chanting in Latin. It was like some cult scene from Eyes Wide Shut. It was so weird, and I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there with my eyes down. Vaughn gave a speech about brotherhood and manhood. It was sexist and demeaning, but at least they'd stopped the chanting.

"Next our active brothers will celebrate or sacred dominion honoring our hierarchy and seniority. Then we initiate our newest members into manhood. But first, a little warm up." Everybody laughed and started unzipping the pants of their tuxedos. I looked up at their expectant faces. He looked at me, "Get on your knees."

I couldn't believe I was about to suck dick on my knees in a dress that was more valuable than anything I owned. I walked up to a guy I hadn't met before, sunk down to my knees, and looked up at him while taking his cock into my mouth one inch at a time. The men started lighting cigars. The waitresses came by with drinks and desserts as I worked my way around the circle, my fancy hairdo bobbing up and down on their cocks.

After a while the circle dispersed. They put on music and loosened their ties. They started unbottoning one of the waitress' blouse and grabbing her tits while laughing. They called me over to them one by one for their blow jobs. One of the seniors sitting in an armchair grabbed my hair and fucked my throat. The other men watching cheered, and my eyes began to water. He let me go and I came up for air, hair ruined and mascara streaming down my cheeks. Then he pulled my head back down onto his crotch and came in my mouth- streams of cum running down my throat. I pulled up for air again. I noticed the waitress' blouse wide open, tits pulled out of her bra, and two men sucking the nipples while another played with her clit over her pants.

A guy named Benny walked over and grabbed my face in his hands. I'd had a one night stand with Benny about a year prior. "Oh fuck yeah. This is how your whore face is meant to look." He pulled his dick out of his neatly ironed pants, and I began milking it with my mouth, switching back and forth between circling the head with my tongue and taking the whole thing in my mouth and sucking. He moaned, and I recalled him making the same sound while I was sucking his dick in a club bathroom before taking him home.

Benny was a senior, so he had rights to take it to the next level. He stood me up and motioned for me to sit down on a leather chaise. "Cross your legs like a lady," he ordered. I hardly looked like a lady anymore with my messed up hair and makeup, but I did as I was told. "This is a very nice dress. Do you know how much it cost?"

"Um.. no," I said suddenly nervous.

"That one was about $30,000. It's from France." said Professor Rhodes, sipping a cocktail.

"Isn't that the amount we paid her to fuck every one of us?" laughed the fat professor. Other people in the room laughed with him. I blushed. "What a pathetic whore," another guy said. I felt a rush of wetness on my thighs, loving the degradation.

Benny took out his phone and started taking pictures of me. Other men started rallying around. "Okay now slowly pull up your skirt- give us a little tease." I did, slowly like a burlesque dancer, flirting with the camera, and licking my lips when the hem of the dressed revealed the garter belt at the top of the stockings. "Now pull up the skirt all the way and spread your legs so we can see that used pussy."

It was so obscene in contrast with the satin shoes and beaded gown. He continued taking pictures as I followed his orders. I pulled up the dress, spread my legs, and pulled aside the g-string. Some of the men rubbed my clit and worked my cunt with their fingers. One hit my g-spot and jerked me until my legs shook with pleasure. Finally Benny handed the camera to someone else, pulled down his pants, climbed onto the chaise and put his dick in me. It was rather large and felt incredible. He was grunting and saying "Fuuuck yeah. You like taking dick, don't you? Such a little slut."

My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. I was on the verge of cumming, screaming "oh my god, right there. Yes! Please don't stop! I'm a little slut! Unnngh I fucking love it." He pulled out suddenly, and I cried out in desperation. Everyone laughed. They'd gathered around us watching and cheering him on. I humped the air desperately, wimpering. The camera was still flashing. The waitress served a spectator a macaroon with spit all over her exposed tits.

He climbed off, and another senior pulled down his pants and rubbed his dick up and down my slit. I gasped.

"Tell me what you want. Fucking beg for it," he whispered in my ear.

"Please fuck me," I whispered back into his.

"Beg for it louder so everyone can hear you." He rubbed his dick on my clit, and I moaned.

"Please fuck me," I said louder. He took his dick in his hand and held it still at the entrance to my pussy, smiling at me like he knew he owned me.

"Please, PLEASE, I want your fucking dick inside me!!"

He put the tip in and held it there. I bucked up and down on it and panted.

I started screaming "I'm so fucking wet for it, PLEASE! Use me like the fucking whore I am. I need it! I need to be fucking used. I need your cum deep inside me." He slammed into me deep and bucked like an animal. I was screaming and fucking him back. A handful of men were standing around us watching and jerking themselves, waiting for their turn to get their dicks wet. The others were socializing like it was a normal evening, and there wasn't a woman cumming on her 14th dick of the day right next to them. Another waitress had had her pants and panties fully removed and was being spanked over an older man's lap.

The guy inside me finished, groaning, his pulsing dick shooting another load of cum into me. Another one mounted me and put it in.

When he finished, someone took my hand and guide me to standing in a very gentlemanly manner. The dress fell back down to the floor. He turned me so he was behind me and breathed on my neck. His hands brushed my arms intimately and he whispered in my ear "I hope you like it rough sweetheart." I got goosebumps as he slowly unbuttoned my dress. He removed the shoulder straps and lowered the dress to the floor, helping me step out of it, and revealing the leather lingerie. He guided me to a table against a window, pushing me to bend over it. He turned on the lamp on the table and opened the window. Anyone outside in the dark would be able to see me and hear me. He stood behind me and removed my g-string, then forcefully grabbed my hair and smushed my face into the table, holding my head so my face was visible from outside. He rubbed his dick up and down my slit and then stuffed me.

He pounded into me over and over. My tits spilled over the top of the corset and jiggled every time he rammed into me. I grunted in time with the sound of his body smacking against mine. I noticed a crowd forming outside, pointing up at the window and laughing, signaling to their friends to come watch the show. He pulled out and another senior took his place. I recognized his reflection in the window from a class. He grabbed my hair, matching his frat brother's dominant energy. He put his leg up on the table and fucked me hard and deep. He pulled out and the first table guy took his place. They switched back and forth taking turns. I could hear the laughter of the growing crowd outside over the grunting and slapping as I fucked them back. They each came inside me groaning and pulsing.

One of the older men offered me some water and encouraged me to take a break. He signaled for me to sit on his lap, cum dripping onto his elegant pants. They were talking about investment strategies- boring. I was ready to move on to more exciting things.

There was a forceful knock at the door. Someone lowered the music that was playing, while one of the older men opened it. It was the police.