Taking it up the ass 1 of 5

Taking it up the ass 1 of 5

While she paced around the small room rather fretfully, wondering what on earth she was going to do. She desperately wanted into the sorority that she'd applied to, even though she'd known from the get go that it required its freshmen members to sexually satisfy the frat brothers of a neighboring house. That fact was the worst kept secret on campus. But every girl wanted into the sorority; it took good care of its sisterhood, other than the sex stuff. And she needed someone to help take care of her.

If she got into the sorority then she would have a place to live, food to eat, and help with her studies. As a scholarship student who'd been forced to take out several loans, that was a big deal. She was well aware that a lot of money flowed into the sorority from the fraternity next door, although of course it was never said that sex was part of that, everyone knew that it was. She supposed that might make her a bit of a whore, but as long as she got through her education without being completely buried by loans, then did it really matter?

That was what she'd told herself, the justification that she'd come up with, although secretly there was another truth, another reason that she'd chosen this particular sorority, even if she couldn't admit it to herself. Yes, it was the one that would provide the most benefits for her, yes it was the one that would happily take care of her basic needs for all four years, yes all of her worries would cease once she became a sister...

But even more so, she was turned on by the idea of being forced into a kind of sexual servitude.

Although the eighteen year old was beautiful and had gotten plenty of attention from guys all her life, she'd always been too shy to do anything about it. Her senior year, her prom date had kissed her and she'd run. Literally run ended up catching a ride home with one of her friends. Daughter of a single mother who never dated and who had been overprotective of her entire life, she had no idea how to talk to or relate to guys, not really and her mother had always harped on how she needed to make sure never to let a man take advantage of her, unless she wanted to end up alone and pregnant like her mother had.

Since she had graduated high school, her mother had left her on her own, saying that she was going to find a new place to live and was now an adult and had to care for herself. As she had to stay on a friends' couch until school started. It was pure luck that she'd won a scholarship for the first semester of school that covered almost everything, but the loans would kill her in the long run. Helping her get the loan had been the last thing that her mother had done for her, but it was in her name. She absolutely did not want to end up like her mother, which was why she needed this sorority. But she was scared of actually having sex, because what if she ended up pregnant? Like her mother, and all of her dreams would go up in smoke.

So she was really hoping that the guy she'd ended up with would be happy with just blow jobs... not that she'd ever given one of those, but she could learn. It would still be better than finally giving up her virginity and risking pregnancy. But she was also hoping that the frat brother she was expected to umm.... service would be understanding of her lack of experience and be willing to lead her through the steps.

In the back of her mind, she had always fantasized about being forced to do sexual things... heck, it was probably the only way she'd ever be able to do them at all. Going along willingly made her feel like a bad girl, thanks to her mother's upbringing, and her sexual fantasies had always involved being held down. When she'd gotten a little older and had listened to her friends and explored on the internet some more, they'd become more involved and elaborate, involving rope or blackmail... although she ignored this when she joined the sorority, pretending that it wasn't why she'd chosen this particular sorority.

Dana, the sorority sister in charge, had listened to her concerns and had assured her that she had the perfect guy for her. This is how she had ended up in Mark's room, the VP of the frat, pacing back and forth as she waited for him. She was dressed up the way Dana had chosen to dress her, in a virginal white silk nightgown that had scratchy lace over her nipples, keeping her little nipples hard, and was barely long enough to cover her bottom. As she wasn't entirely sure that it was covering her bottom, in fact, it felt as though her cheeks might be peeking out from the hem... but at least she couldn't see.

And a guy would probably think it was sexy, wouldn't he?

Biting her lip, she studied the pictures that were up on a bulletin board in the room. Mark was a definitely handsome, tall, blonde hair, green eyes... he looked like a teenage heartthrob actually. She knew that he was a Junior and that he played lacrosse for the college, going by the books on his shelf she guessed that he was probably majoring in business. Unfortunately none of that told her what to expect when it came to what he might want in bed. Dana had seemed sure that Mark would have no problem with her desire to remain a virgin though... maybe he was gay and she would just be a beard?

She didn't know whether she would feel relieved or disappointed about that. Probably both, but, she admitted to herself, probably more disappointed than anything.


By nutbuster