2024-04-25

My boyfriend at the time was a bit of a dom, and a member of a fraternity. It was Alumni Weekend. He told me to wear something I didn’t care if it was ruined, and to come over to the frat house on Saturday afternoon. Apparently, they were holding some kind of meeting for the National board, because a lot of voices were older, and I didn’t recognize them. He buckled a half hood over my head to cover me from crown to nose, and led me into a room. That’s when I realized it was going to be a fun evening.

I wasn’t there for anything but their pleasure. Mostly, after they got me partly stripped (blouse open, skirt tucked into my waistband, no panties or bra), they just took turns, as the mood struck them. I was groped, fondled, pinched, lightly slapped, manhandled, passed from one to the other. Bent over, lifted high, spread out on the table or a couch, whatever someone decided they wanted to try. Sometimes there were three of them, sometimes only one. I heard the sounds of plates, the clink of glasses, and what sounded like a ballgame on a TV, above the sounds of men gettin off and my own cries of pleasure. Sometimes I had to do things, other times I was told to be passive. In all, it took them about 2 and a half hours to sate themselves, and send me out again…

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