The other night, my friends and I got really wasted and played poker with some of the frat guys. I didn’t know until the next morning that those stupid little round things they call ‘chips’ were money. So, there I had a hangover and a dude at my door, demanding $300. I had just gone clothes shopping and spent all the money Daddy had sent me. He laughed in my face and told me to be in the stairwell at one of the older buildings on campus that night. And, to wear something sexy. Even though I thought the location was weird, I didn’t have much choice. Sex for $300 wasn’t bad; I began thinking about how much money I could make.
So, the time came, and I put on some stockings that matched my lacey panties, black high heels, and a colorful babydoll negligée. It was dark, so most people thought I just probably had on a skimpy dress. I got to the building and he was waiting outside the stairwell. He seemed pleased. I was ready to fuck him so I could get back to the dorm; but, that wasn’t gonna happen just yet.
He held my hand and took me inside the stairwell. I looked up as far as I could see, and there were guys…some boys, some older men. I was confused. Then, I was told what to do: I’d have to have sex with any and everybody that came down those stairs. Anybody, any fantasy.
The first couple weren’t too bad; they just wanted blowjobs and titty-fucks. But, then, people got perverted. One guy pushed his beer bottle up my coochie and fucked me. Another guy took one of my shoes and put the heel inside my ass, almost whipping me apart; he kept saying, “Yeah, take that, you filthy two-bit whore”! I have no idea why he called me that, but he smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days, or at least hadn’t bathed in anything except his own piss.
One man brought his son, and I didn’t know what to think. The son pushed his gerbil in his little hands toward me; but, the dad waved it away and told him to do it himself. I was thinking, “What the fuck?!” Before I knew it, the little bastard had me bent over and was shoving that gerbil up my ass. “Now, son, make her lay down so little Freddy don’t slip out.” Lightheaded, I obeyed. The little boy crawled on top of me and I waited for him to shove his dick in my pussy. He didn’t, though. Instead, he balled up his fist and began hitting me between my legs. I yelled in pain, squeezing the gerbil even harder. I thought I would pass-out; the old man poured some bourbon down my throat to help me relax. I don’t remember him getting the gerbil out, but I know he did.
I probably stayed in that damn stairwell for at least six hours…and fucked at least 100 people. Some of ‘em were gangbangs, some were women. It was hazy, but I think the dude that I owed money stuck needles in my pussy and took pictures. All I do know for sure is that when I stumbled back to the dorm, all of my holes hurt like never before. I was bruised and bloody from different tortures and the unforgiving pavement. Every step that I took felt like knives were being stabbed in each and every muscle, some that I didn’t know I had!
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