He laughed.
“I have to drive this bitch home. I’m the responsible one. Remember?”
The man who’s cum I can still taste in my mouth laughs.
I return to them, purse in my hand. I say nothing. I stand passively, look to the floor. Just over five hours ago I was standing in front of both of these men, my boyfriend seated on a chair across from them on the couch in my house.
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“He’s just like a girl. Fuck, he’s pretty, super pretty. Just like you said. Are you sure he isn’t a she?”
A man leans forward on the couch, looks at me in amazement.
“Princess, you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, won’t you, girl.”
My boyfriend looks at me sternly. I feel a twinge of fear, feel anxious to not say the wrong thing.
“Yes, you know I will, Daddy. You know I’ll do anything for you. Do you want me to things for these men? You know I will.”
He stares at me. He knows I will. I’ve fucked many men he’s sent me to. I’ve fucked many men right in front of him.
“If I wanted you to, you’d lick my ass right now. I can piss in your face if I want too. Can’t I? If I want to I can whip and beat you, make you cry. Can’t I Princess.”
“Yes, yes…” My voice starts to quiver.
“Don’t you cry, bitch. Smear that makeup and I’ll be very disappointed. I want you pretty for my new friends.”
He looks to the man across from him, the man smiling up at me then back to me. My boyfriend speaks to them while looking sternly at me.
“He is the perfect whore. He’s sexier than a real girl, way tighter too. And he’ll do anything. He’s been well trained to be a good girl. You get a blow job from this one and you won’t go back to your college girlfriends. And he’s just about passable. Tell me that is not a fucking girl, a pretty girl.”
I’m wearing pink open toe pumps with 3″ spike heels. My pink toenails show through the front of my shoes, through my white nylon stockings. My hose are thigh high with little pink bows at the front and back at the lace tops of each stocking. My sheer see-through panties are pink with small delicate micro-ruffles across the rear. The dress I wear has a flair skirt that just barely covers the tops of my stockings, a very slight petticoat slip on the inside of the skirt pushes it out, shows off my legs, an ‘A’ shaped flair. The dress has a jumper front that pushes up under my non-existent breasts, flair sleeves puffy at the wrists make me a perfect little girl. I look like a teenager. My blond hair is pulled off to the side, a big curl up just under my right ear, big pink bow on the side just above my left ear. My makeup is perfect, pointy dark Cleopatra eyes with huge lashes make for a very alluring and sexy look. Pink gloss lipstick and liner complete me. I am the perfect piece of sissy ‘girl’ candy. The men seeing me for the first time like what they see. I can tell.
“Show them your pretty panties, Princess. Show them that little ass.”
I hurry to lift my skirt. I writhe, feminine, sexy, dainty, I do as my boyfriend asks me to do. I feel my face flush slightly as I expose myself to them. Turning, I mince on my heels as I present my rear end to the men in the room.
“You can’t even see that little boy like dick of his. He’s a girl, like I told you. You’re going to be more than happy and so are your frat brothers. This bitch is a very good girl, knows how to please. She knows better than to disappoint me. You’re going to have a very good time with her.”
He stands. He walks to me and pulls my panties down just below my cheeks. He slaps my butt hard.
“Is this not the perfect ass?”
He returns to the couch, sits. My butt exposed, I arch my back to show myself off, panties down just below my cheeks.
He snaps his fingers, points to the room I came from. I hurry to leave, panties still dangling. I can hear them talk as I leave.
“You cannot hurt him, cannot damage him. You can spank him, paddle, belt maybe, whatever. But you cannot damage him. He’ll do anything you tell him to so. Suck, fuck, French your ass, anything. Just have him back to me in one piece by 2am. If you keep him longer it’s $500 for each hour or fraction of. Clear?”
“We are clear.”
I hear them come toward me. My boyfriend laughs loud as he enters the room.
“His panties still down, see? I told you. This bitch does nothing without me telling him to. Princess, pull up your panties. You’re going with these boys. You’re going to a party. You be a good girl. You be a very fucking good girl.”
He ran his hand over my butt as I lowered my skirt.
“You know I will, Daddy.”
They took me to their car, led me by my arm as I wobbled on my heels trying to keep up with them.
I rode in the back seat all the way to their fraternity house. They said nothing to me, didn’t even look at me. When we arrived and they took me into the huge house I saw the only ones at the party were a bunch of men and me. I heard the catcalls and laughter as soon as I was taken into the house. I knew I was going to be the party. I counted twelve men and could hear others in other rooms.
I was led upstairs to a large bedroom as soon we arrived. I was told to take off my dress and panties and to get onto the bed. Five men in the room, watching. That is how it started.
At first they took turns coming and going from the room, one at a time. But as they drank more two or three at a time would have me. I lost count after being fucked fifteen times, more. The drunker they got the more open they were about fucking me, using my mouth and rear. One man spanked me hard, made me cry, told me that if I got off the bed he’d slap my face. I stayed on the bed. He left marks on me. I didn’t know if my boyfriend would mind or not. I said nothing, just cried as he held me by my balls and spanked me as I screamed in front the others. I was fucked non-stop for over four hours.
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We walked out of the fraternity house to his car, several boys leering at me as I walked past them and to the door. One of them came up to me and ran his hand over my rear end. Smiled as I left the house.
“You know, I’m not that bad a guy. I’m actually a nice guy. You probably don’t think that after tonight.”
He talks to me as he drives me home. We are in his car driving out of his driveway. I say nothing. I sit and look out the window.
“Do you hate what we did to you?”
“No. I like what you did to me. If I didn’t I would not have done it.”
I look at him. He’s a scared college boy. He’s all alone right now, not with his fraternity brother ‘support group’.
“I do what I do for my man because I love being his and doing what he tells me to do. I love being owned and used by him. And I love being a whore. Everything you and your friends did to me tonight, I enjoyed. Does that make it less fun for you?”
He looked slightly embarrassed. I put my hand on his leg.
“I even liked the part where I got spanked and cried. It really hurt. It still does.”
I moved over and kissed his cheek, ran my hand up his inner thigh.
“Want me to suck your dick again, baby? I’ll do it while you drive? I will.”
I put my hand on his cock. He was hard.
“Not now. When we get to your house, maybe.”