Megan got up on monday, getting herself ready for college, having a shower and getting ready, her pussy and ass are still sore from the abuse she received as part of the initiation. She shudders as she gets dressed in her clothes, a simple pair of jeans and a white tshirt. Ready, she goes downstairs and starts to get herself breakfast, her parents have already departed for work.
As she sits down to start eating there is a knock on the door, she frowns a little but goes over to the door and opens it. "Hello?" she asks and sees Donald standing on the door step, one of the members of the football team. She goes to shut the door quickly but he blocks her and keeps the door open.
"Now now." he says as he holds the door open. "I am sure you wouldn't want you neighbours, or the college, to see these." he says and pulls shows a photo of yourself, spread wide open, mouth open as you are being fucked, hard to tell from that photo that you were not willing. "Not to mention the fact that an initiation would get you expelled from school." he says as he looks over the photo of you, switching to another one of you completely naked, standing there cum dripping out of your pussy, hiding nothing.
Megan gasps softly and her hands drop down and she cries softly as she moves away and lets him inside her house. "Good girl." he says as he steps inside your house and closes the outside door. He gives your ass a squeeze as you stand there, crying softly.
"First things first. Lets fix up these clothes." he says as he looks you over. "Go and get changed into a skirt and a button up shirt." he says and gives your ass a swat. "Better make sure they are something I would like and hurry up, not much time before before your first lecture." he says and smiles, heading into the kitchen and starting to eat the breakfast you had prepared for yourself.
You stand there for a few seconds, wondering what to do, then you shake your head slowly and head back up to your room. You open up your closet and look through your set of clothes, picking through them and then choosing an above the knee skirt, something tight, like you know you probably like and a white button up blouse. You look yourself up and down and then head back downstairs to where Donald is finishing off your breakfast. He turns as you enter and looks you up and down. "Not bad." he says. "Undo another two buttons on your blouse." he says.
You look at him for a few seconds and then undo another two buttons, which makes the top of your white bra visible between the sides of your shirt. "Much better." he says as he looks you up and down.
"Pull up your skirt." he says. "Lets see what you have on under there." he says. You pause for a second then reach down, grabbing the base of your skirt and slowly pulling it up to reveal your simple white cotton panties. "Terrible." he says as he sees your underwear selection. "Take them off." he says.
You look at him blankly for a second and then shake your head slowly. "Bad girl, that is one punishment." he says. "Now take them off. You wouldn't want to get expelled from college now would you? Especially with those photos all over the net, you would never live it down, probably end up a prostitute working the streets." he says and laughs. "Now, off." he says.
You pause again and look it then slowly you reach up and hook your fingers into the sides of your panties and pull down, letting them slide down off your body and onto the floor, your skirt now hiding your pussy from view as it came down.
"Skirt up." he says. You pause and look at him, silently crying as you pull up the front of your skirt again and show off your softly haired pussy, light brown pussy hairs covering up your sensitive little slit, although still a bit red and puffy from saturday night. "Good girl." he says as he looks over your bare slit.
"Keep your skirt up and take off your bra." he says. He smiles as he watches you trying to hold your skirt up with one hand as the other moves around behind you, under your shirt and struggles to undo your bra, finally it comes undone and you slide it out the sleeve of your shirt.
"Much better." he says as he looks you over, your nice c cup tits clearly visible in profile through your shirt, quite obvious you are not wearing a bra under the not all that thick top of your white button up shirt. "Good girl." he says. "Now that is how I want you dressed for college, from now on." he says. "Come here." he adds.
You walk slowly up towards him, not sure if you should let go of the skirt or not but err on the side of keeping it up. Once you are standing in front of him as he sits in the high chair at your kitchen island he reaches down and slides his hand down between your legs and caresses your pussy hair softly. "Very nice my little slut. Now get up on the kitchen counter, spread your legs apart so they are sitting up on the counter, cunt right at the edge of the counter." he says.
Slowly you obey, sort of in a dream as you climb up onto the counter and spread your legs apart, right on the edge of the counter, so you show off your bare naked cunt to his gaze, pulled wide open by the position of your legs. He moves up between your legs and undoes his pants, his cock already hard, he shoves it inside you ignoring if you are ready or not.
He groans softly and grabs hold of your ass and then starts to fuck you hard, gripping hard and
tight onto your ass as he takes you hard and fast, cumming deep inside your pussy before you are even able to get that aroused. He slides out from inside you and mmms as he looks you up and down, cum now dribbling out slowly between your legs and onto the kitchen counter. He uses your discarded panties to clean up his cum off his cock.
"Stay still slut." he says to you and then goes over to your school bag and searches through it till he finds your phone. "Unlock it." he says and hands it to you. You look at him and shudder, but then you unlock the phone and hand it back. He stands in front of you and then takes a photo of you spread open and naked with your phone, he fiddles with a it a bit more and hands it back to you.
The background on your phone is now that picture of you naked, cum dribbling out of your cunt in your own kitchen. You look at it and again start to cry silently as you look as the clearly sexual pose you are making and the fact that you seem to be doing it voluntarily.
"Now slut, get up and lets go." he says to you.
"But I haven't had any breakfast." you complain as you get down off the kitchen counter and pull your skirt down. "Let me clean up." you add.