Jim left and said he'd be back in about 15 minutes. I showered quickly and changed into my sexiest outfit. This was the old me with the old me wardrobe. The best I could come up with was a plaid mini with a see through white blouse that tied together at the bottom-exposing my flat tummy. Underneath was my skimpiest matching bra and panties. They were snow white, very thin and they looked really sexy against my tanned skin. I was committed to not having them on very long anyway. As I sat there on Mike's couch, I began to replay the events of the last few hours.
Wow.
I slowly began to question my wisdom. It was one thing to have sex with a stranger, but to be so filthy and vocal out on the deck where so many people might see me? What was I thinking? I could feel the old me slowly emerging. Nothing had happened that I couldn't recover from, I posited. There was a pretty good chance that nobody saw us out there. Most of the other condos were empty this time of year. That's why we could afford this place to begin with.
Maybe I could walk this situation back.
I started thinking about what I could say to Jim to get out of the situation. I didn't want to go to the bachelor party at all now...and I certainly didn't want to go fully nude or give a blowjob to a stranger in front of a bunch of guys.
I started to feel better. I was now committed to backing out. Then I heard a knock at the door. It was Jim. I let him in and started to tell him about wanting to bail.
"Jim, I'm so sorry, I...I just..."
He raised his hand and I stopped babbling. He spoke calmly.
"Melissa, tell me who owns your pussy."
I didn't see that coming. It hit me like a shovel to the head. I had no chance. The words left my lips before I could even think of stopping them.
"Jim owns my pussy."
I felt myself starting to get wet all over again and a little light-headed.
"Say it again, Melissa. Who owns your pussy?"
"Jim owns my pussy," I said submissively-looking down and away as the words left my lips.
He gave me a few seconds to let things sink in. My mind was swimming with excitement, fear and this feeling that I was destined for what was to come.
"Are you my slut, Melissa?"
"Yes," I breathed. I was powerless in the presence of this man. My bravery came back when I was left alone, but Jim's mere presence stripped me bare and brought me back to where he'd taken me earlier. My pussy was now soaking my white panties completely. I really was owned.
"Good girl. And you want to please me, right?"
"Yes."
He waved me to my knees and I obediently dropped down.
"Take out my cock and suck it like a good slut."
In seconds I undid his zipper and fished out his monster. Again I was astounded that I'd had sex with this huge thing. Jim's cock was just that big. It was beautiful. My mouth was watering with desire. My panties were getting wetter and wetter. He was already rock hard and I began to suck on the head-licking the opening with my tongue and loving every second of it. I could have stayed there on my knees sucking his huge cock forever, but Jim had other ideas. He began to speak to me as I sucked him.
"Melissa, you are a slut now. Get used to it. Accept it. You are going to spend a lot of time with my cock in your mouth, ass and pussy. You are going to do everything you are told."
I moaned as I thought about Jim's huge cock taking my virgin ass. I accepted his words and knew he would have my ass soon, and that scared me as much as it turned me on. He read my thoughts.
"You've never had a man in your ass, have you slut?"
I shook my head as I sucked him with growing passion-my pussy juices flowing. "You will learn to love my big cock in your ass, Melissa. You will beg for it eventually, like a good little slut. You will learn to take me balls deep in all your holes, not just your pussy. Do you understand, slut? Nod yes and keep sucking."
I nodded affirmatively as I worshipped his cock.
"Tell me you want to give me your anal virginity."
As he said it, he grasped my head by my hair and yanked me off his cock-craning my neck backwards. I was gasping for air but I quickly complied.
"Oh god yes! I want you to enjoy my ass any time you want! PLEASE be my first!"
"Good slut," he said as he returned my mouth to his cock. He kept a tight hold of my hair and he began to take full control of my head. He used my mouth on his cock like he owned me, which of course, he did.
"Relax your mouth and throat, slut."
Jim used me hard and made me take a lot of his cock until it was slamming into the back of my throat and making me gag.
"Take it, slut!"
I was getting increasingly disoriented as he moved my head back and forth over his huge cock without caring-making me gag over and over.
"Good slut. Keep taking it."
I was getting fatigued and I was running out of oxygen as Jim used my mouth.
"Tell me you want to be a stripper tonight," he said as he yanked my head back again.
"I want to be a stripper", I said-barely able to breath. As soon as I said it, he slammed my head back down on his cock and fucked my face a few more times.
"Tell me you want to suck the Groom's cock and swallow his cum." He yanked me off his cock again-leaving me gasping for air.
"I want to suck (gasp) his cock (gasp) and swallow (gasp) his cum."
"Good slut." He slammed my face down onto his cock again and fucked my face as he spoke.
"Tell me you will suck whoever I tell you to."
He yanked my head back again.
"I will suck whoever you tell me to!"
"Tell me you want me to fuck you while they all watch, you dirty slut."
"I want them to watch you fuck me!"
"Good girl."
He yanked my head back again and pulled me to my feet. He was so rough with me and I was shocked to realize that I absolutely loved it.
Jim held out his hand and said that it was time to go.
I knew then that I was not turning back.
I took his hand, and all my fear melted away. At that moment, all I wanted was to be led by Jim. I broke into an innocent but sexy smile-my eyes batting up at him. He led me to his car. Once inside the cab of his pickup truck, Jim took out his cock and told me to suck him while he drove. I eagerly began sucking on his huge cock as he backed out of the driveway. Less than twenty minutes later, we had pulled up to a chalet that was a lot like mine, I thought.
Mine.
That word had a nice ring to it. The chalet...mine. Jim's magic cock...mine. I just needed to step up for the next few hours. Let these frat boys have their fun and I'd be ready to pay the rent for most of first semester. Problems solved.
It was now 10pm. I was hoping to be home by midnight.
Jim led me up the stairs to the front door. I could hear the music from outside. We walked in and I was immediately nervous. I could see into the main room from the little foyer. I had expected ten to twelve guys, but there were at least twenty five of them. Probably more like thirty. Jim quickly assured me that this was no big deal. These guys were all his fraternity brothers and what happened here stayed here.
At that moment, it occurred to me for the first time that nobody knew I was here. I felt vulnerable, like a deer in an open field getting its first whiff of a predator. Jim sensed my shakiness and quickly spoke in my ear.
"You are going to have a good time, Melissa. You are going to make a thousand dollars. They are all going to love you and when we get home, you will be rewarded like a good girl."
Then he held my face with both hands and looked deep into my eyes.
"Melissa, are you my slut?"
I didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
Jim led me into the room and raised his voice to announce me to the guys.
"Brothers, I want you to meet tonight's entertainment! This is Melissa! She's our slut for the evening!"
Cheers went up all around and I could hear about thirty guys saying hello all at once. Then I heard a few cat calls.