College years were supposed to be a non-stop party. The best years of my life. Girls flowing as easily as the booze. Both cheap and dirty.
"Babe?" The whiny voice cut through the music that boomed throughout the house.
Two stories and a backyard with a pool bigger than my dorm room. This place had keggers lined up in every room, people packed floor to ceiling and a squad of young sorority pledges. Handing out drinks like candy, in bikinis so small that taking them off would decrease their sexiness. Not increase.
"Babe?! This party sucks. Take me home."
Every one of them was a sexual freak. Not just accepting the stares and attention they got, but actively encouraging it. Accepting payment for their drink service with slaps to the ass or a fondle or their tits.
"Are you even fucking listening to me babe? I want to go home now!"
"We haven't even been here an hour yet." I should have been out there enjoying it all, taking shots off of girls chests. Instead I was stuck on the sidelines with her.
Caitlyn used to be a nice girl. A fun girl. I knew her from back in highschool, and she'd been so chill and cool then. Smart and kinda preppy, but not the stuck up tight ass bitch she'd become.
"I'm tired of seeing these gender traitor sluts prance around letting misogynist pricks use them like pieces of meat."
God she just couldn't turn it off now. I don't know if it was from spending too much time online, from one of her college classes or just who she really was deep down inside, but she just couldn't stop with this stuff.
"They look like they're having fun to me." I could've argued more, but there wasn't any point.
I respected her for her feminism at first, encouraged it, but at some point she started seeing injustices where there were none. Like she cared more about getting to unleash a righteous fury than she did about being a real activist.
"How would you know how they feel?" She snapped back. "You're too busy looking at their tits to notice something like that."
It was so obvious she was jealous of them, not that she needed to be. With slender legs and curvaceous hips, a slim waist and a pair of tits that even the baggiest of clothes couldn't hide, she was a bombshell. Just as hot if not hotter than most of the serving girls. Her long brown hair had a natural curl and volume to it that framed her plump lips and deep hazel eyes. If she actually put some effort into her looks, like she used to, every guy here would be fawning over her.
"Can we not do this tonight?" I asked. "Can we just enjoy the party? Maybe you should have a drink."
"I don't want a drink. I want to be taken home" She scoffed. "We did your stupid party, now we need to go back and study."
"Enjoying the party?" From behind the couch I was slumped on came one of the serving girls, blonde and beautiful. The same slutty, excitable energy as the others, but with something different about her.
Instead of wearing the pieces of strings they called bikinis, she let her small perky tits hang free. Covered only by thick black crosses on her nipples that had 'Fuck me' written on them in a bold white. They contrasted well with her flawless pale skin that she had oiled up and glistening in the party lights. Her thin petite waist drawing your eyes down between her legs, where her fat pussy lips strangled the tiny G-string she wore. Making the thing useless at covering up anything a guy would want to see.
"What's a guy like you doing here all on his lonesome?" Her voice was so bubbly, so light. Brimming with excitement and sensual energy. She slipped herself onto my lap with a graceful ease. Wrapping her legs around mine and pressing her arms above my shoulder. Grinding herself onto me like a very well paid stripper.
"The fuck are you doing? Get off him whore!" Caitlyn screeched.
The blonde side eyed Caitlyn. Looking her up and down, and then staring back at me.
"She yours?"
"Excuse me? I'm not his fucking property bitch. I'm my own girl, until a slut like you who thinks she needs a man to be anything! You know it's girls like you who-"
Caitlyn kept on whining but the blonde wasn't listening. She kept those large expressive eyes on me.
"Yeah..." I sighed.
"Poor thing." She gave me a cute pout and then yelled down the hallway. "Alia, Lisa! Two Frigid Bitches, now!"
"Are you fucking ignoring me? Who the fuck do you think you are!"
"Bree, Bree Whiteholm." Bree smiled politely, letting the realisation wash over Caitlyn.
Caitlyn's loose lips had tightened up. So I asked the question I knew she dreaded the answer to.
"Whiteholm, as in, the Whiteholm?" I asked the girl who was still grinding her basically naked cunt over my hard cock. "Your family owns the whole university don't they?"
"Haha no not quite." She put her hands to her chin and thought for a second. "But yes, pretty much I suppose. Daddy has considerable influence over everything that happens here, and I in turn, have considerable influence over everything he does!"
Two more serving girls walked over to our corner of the room. A thin girl with smooth chocolate coloured skin, with gold chains wrapped around her wrists and waist. Her deep brown nipples showed through the thin white material of her bikini, making it obvious just how hard they were.
Those other girl was much thicker. Her top looked like it was seconds away from snapping and letting her double D cup tits loose. The tiny triangle of fabric covering her nipples barely did anything. Maybe covering up only half of her areola, leaving the rest of the puffy nipples open for anyone to see. She had a cute round face with brown eyes and long black hair. Korean maybe, though I wasn't remotely sure on that.
"Thanks girls, both of them are for her." She glanced over at Caitlyn, who still stood speechless. I knew she'd spent months studying to get a scholarship, her family couldn't afford a school like this without it.
And now she had just screeched at the one girl who had the power to take that all away.
"Both? Really?"
"Yes, both Alia." Bree told the dark skinned girl. "She needs them."
The girls surrounded Caitlyn, boxing her in and holding the drinks they had in her face.
"Oh no I don't-"
"As a guest in my house you'll accept the drink." Bree picked up my hand and placed it on her tit while she talked to Caitlyn. Making her watch me hold them. "Or you can leave."
Meekly Caitlyn watched me feel up this sexy blonde vixen. I could see how badly she wanted to knock the girl out and drag me out of here. Screaming at me the whole way home for daring to touch another woman.
She wouldn't dare say another word against her though, and she wouldn't dare leave me alone with her. That left her with only one option then.
"F-fine, just these drinks and then we're going home." Caitlyn went to take a glass, but the girl stopped her.
"Slow down angry girl." The Asian girl, Lisa I guess, said. "This is a special drink, you just relax."
Slowly the girl brought the drink to Caitlyn's lips as Alia slipped behind her. Holding her head up and opening her lips while she let her other hand run all over her body.
"I've never heard of 'Frigid Bitch' before." I said.
Bree just giggled, sliding her hands down my body and grabbing on to my pants.
"It's a very special drink. For a certain kind of girl" Slowly she lowered my pants, just enough to let my cock flop out. Letting it press against her tight stomach. Then she pushed her hips forward, rubbing her wet pussy up and down my rock hard shaft.
I bite down on my lip, suppressing any moans. My girlfriend was standing right next to us and this girl was rubbing her cunt over my bare cock. With the other two girls forcing her head up and slowly pouring the drink down her throat, she couldn't see us. But she had already finished one drink, and was about to be done with the other.
"Well?" Bree purred. Raising her eyebrows and slipping her G-string to the side.
I didn't need any more of an invitation. Thrusting my cock so far down her cunt I could see her stomach bulging.brees eyes rolled back and her fingers clenched around me, but she didn't make a sound. Clearly this girl wasn't a stranger to big dick.
"Pffttaah." Caitlyn finished the last drop and shook off the two girls. "Okay, I had the d-Drunk."
