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My breasts bulged out against the black latex dress, rubbing a little uncomfortably against the form-fitting fabric. Already I could feel sweat collecting underneath, even though the outfit did little to actually cover me, ending in a hem that barely covered my pussy.
There was a few inches of skin between the matching thigh-high stripper pumps and the dress, so that if I bent down or even moved at all, the bottom of my butt cheeks would be clearly visible. But the scanty outfit wasn’t the only cause for my arousal. On my hands were matching latex gloves, the wrists complete with built-in bejeweled ringlets, perfect for restraint.
We stood at attention, a dozen beautiful pledges waiting in these identical outfits for instructions from Sandra, the tall and gorgeous African goddess who led the sorority. She commanded our every sexual desire, a condition of acceptance at Kappa Delta, should we wish to make it through the semester.
This time, the cameras were out in the open, with several operators wielding the shoulder-style mounts as Sandra spoke to us.
I could barely concentrate…
I hadn’t cum in eight days.
And this outfit wasn’t helping…
“Each day, we will have a task for our prospective slut,” Sandra said, looking into the camera.
She accentuated her ass with a tight fitting skirt, her blouse contrasting with the fetish gear each of the pledges wore. There hadn’t been the opportunity to really know anyone else, well other than my bunkmate Rachel, a pint-sized platinum blonde who seemed almost as eager as me for the semester to start.
Last night, I had heard her on the top bunk, shaking the frame as she played with herself, trying to stifle her excited moans. More than anything, I wanted to join her, remembering how both of us had licked at each of Sandra’s holes, bringing her to several orgasms before being brought to a sudden halt, our libidos smoldering.
We weren’t supposed to masturbate. I didn’t know how they actually planned on enforcing it, but I didn’t dare take the chance. Maybe because submission had become so innate to my relationship with my boyfriend. Even when I was attending a different college, Gabe would control my orgasms from afar, telling me when and how to cum.
God how I craved that, relishing in having my limitless sexual interests clamped down only to be unleashed by a dominant partner. It made everything I imagined possible, shoving down the worries of what people thought and replacing my hang-ups with a dutiful obedience.
“You may not return today without a condom,” Sandra continued. “Of course, you will need to convince a man to give it to you. By the way sluts, I do not particularly care what you have to offer in return. You might as well get used to giving up your holes”
“Do... do we have to stay dressed like this?” Rachel asked, her voice trembling.
“Yes, pet, be grateful that your mistress let you wear anything.”
I think the thought of prancing around naked across the University of Maryland campus landed on each of us simultaneously. But we knew what was expected.
“Thank you mistress!” A dozen voices chanted.
“One last thing,” Sandra said. “We will have a special prize for the first girl back… and a special consequence for whoever is last.”
Rachel and I looked at each other, our eyes brimming with a mixture of dread and anticipation. My heart beat rapidly against my breasts, my brain still unable to believe I was really about to do this. I could tell the same thoughts were running through her head, the two of us eyeing the door, wondering what was about to happen.
“Well….” Sandra said. “Get to it…”
We looked at each other for a second, stunned before we tottered off in different directions. Rachel and I split off near the entrance, making for different doors out of the oversized house, bashful even around each other as though our presence was an admission of our worst desires. It must have been a sight, a dozen girls scrambling and almost losing our balance in our oversized heels and overly tight dresses, rushing to be used.
I hadn’t really explored the campus too much. Most of my time visiting College Park had been consumed in spending time in Gabe’s bedroom. So as I tried not to trip on the ornate marble staircase, holding down the latex hem of my dress, I had no ideas where I would end up, or who I could actually approach.
I found myself on the sidewalk, trying to walk hurriedly in the heels, their click-clack on the sidewalk reminding me of just how inappropriately I was dressed.
I rushed past the lane of sorority houses, finding myself nearer to campus where a gaggle of girls openly gawked at me. My face reddened, and I found that even when I saw a single guy, I couldn’t find it in me to actually approach him.
What would I say?
I stood dumbly, paralyzed for a moment before I realized that waiting was only going to make my predicament worse. I was sure that I had already missed the prize for being first. Any longer and I might be last. The clock started ticking in my head as I imagined what would be in store for the two of us…
And again, my pussy was dripping. But I didn’t even have time to check if a damp spot was appearing, not that I would have been able to do a damn thing about it.
I needed to hurry…
He was sitting on a bench, reading and listening to his earpods.
“Uh… excuse me,” I said
I had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, bending over and presenting the crack of ass to anyone behind me.
The reaction made me want to melt into the cracks of the sidewalk. It happened slowly at first, recognition spreading across his now lecherous face. His eyes went up and down my body, his mouth spreading into a cheshire grin as he eye-fucked me.
“Uh.. excuse me, but do you have a condom?”
He couldn’t believe his luck, and started spilling out an explanation.
“I don’t have one on me, but back in my dorm, it’s like a 10 minutes walk-”
I had to cut him off, the clock ticking in my head.
“Sorry, I can’t…”
“What? Wait no, really let’s go back to my place, I’m sure I can…”
But I was already gone.
It was another five minutes or so before I saw my next target, a group of three men. The guy who first noticed me bearing down toward them quickly punched his friend on the arm.
Then there was the awkward moment where I was too far away to speak to them, but they could see me, unable to go more than gape slack-jawed at the hottie clad only in overly sexual latex, barrelling towards them.
“Do… do you have a condom?” I said, a little out of breath.
The latex seemed to be sucking in against my body.
“Sure… sure…” the handsome one said, fishing into his wallet. “What happened, did your guy forget to stop at the drugstore?”
“It’s for this competition. I don’t really know how to explain.”
So his larger friend took over.
“Oh it must be for the sorority, the one that publishes those porn videos…”
“Kappa Delta!” The other friend chimed in.
The attractive one had the condom in his hand. He was about to hand it to me when his friend pawed his hand.
“What are you doing Kevin? Make her earn it.”
“What?” Kevin said.
“Yeah, she’s got to at least show you her tits.”
“Do you know how hard it is to get into this outfit?” I protested.
“Something else then,” the friend suggested.
“Come on, please,” I whined, dropping into a baby girl voice. “I can’t be the last one to come back. I’ll be punished.”
“So blow him.”
“Fuck that, blow all of us. From what I heard, you Kappas are great at kneeling down.”
The two shared a laugh.
“I can’t…” I struggled for an excuse. “Where would we even…”
“Over there,” and the heavyset man pointed to a nearby tree. “We will circle around, shield you from prying eyes.”
I looked at each of their faces, the two odd-looking guys all too eager to participate. It was weird that I judged them, and a little unfair, I know. But still, there was something about their eagerness about the porn I was performing that I found off-putting.
I thought about it quickly, already knowing my decision.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” I said, pointing at Kevin. “But just him…”
Thank god, he seemed to consider it. Leaving me for second to wonder which would be worse, sucking a stranger on the outskirts of campus or being rejected by one. I mean, I knew I was pretty. I had long brunette hair with highlights, large breasts, a well-toned body, but even so, being told no thanks to such an offer would have been devastating.
Of course, I reconsidered this position as we walked towards the trees, taking one last look around as I squatted down, one hand trying to keep my dress from riding up and revealing my pussy.
The other two men crowded around me. I didn’t know how much we were really covering, but I no longer cared. My thoughts went to Sandra, determined not to be the last one back into the main room, already knowing the punishment would be severe.
Kevin pulled down his pants, revealing a half-hard uncut cock that swelled with every stroke of his hand. I moved my head forward, making myself swallow him at once, the still flaccid penis growing in my mouth as my lips touched his pubic hair.
He hardened, his cock filling my mouth as I pulled back. I started to bob my head back and forth, even as taking every inch became considerably more challenging. I forgot about what I was doing, needing to focus only on his pleasure to suck a stranger so publicly.
No… I was focused on Sandra.
Even here, she owned me. Her voice rattled around my head, commanding me to cup his balls before stroking him into my mouth.
I used my hand and tongue to tease him, pulling back the half-moon of foreskin around his pink head, catching my breath before diving back down onto his shaft. He let out a few moans, and I kept up a steady rhythm, my lips again tasting his pubic hair as I deepthroated every inch.
His hands closed around my hair, his hips pumped into my face to the hoots of his entourage. Kevin fucked my mouth, using my like the filthy fucking whore I was so quickly becoming. I pushed past my own gag reflex, well-practiced at restraining it, breathing calmly through my nose to keep that consistent pace.
I could feel him twitching. I readied myself, strangely proud that I was going to bring this guy to orgasm so suddenly. Kevin must have had a different thought, or an impulse that he was wasting an opportunity to do whatever he wanted to a true slut.
So as he started to spray, he pulled himself back. The first spurt managed to land on my tongue, the others shots landing all over my face. His load dripped down my nose and lips, a few stray spurts spotlighted on the black latex of my dress.
“Asshole…” I said.
But blinking back the cum, I reached out my hand, accepting the condom.
I couldn’t run, but I trotted as quick as I could back towards the Kappa house, again hearing the pounding of each click of my heels. I saw the group of girls from earlier, trying to cover my face as I rushed by.
But I was too close.
“Is that what I think it is?”
I blushed, covering as I clicked up the marble steps and passed the column. I rushed into the parlor, seeing that I was too late. The other girls were already standing at attention, and I thanked God that no one would see my cum-covered face.
A very tall brunette with large, pendulous breasts had been stripped naked, chained by her gloved manacles to a large wooden x. In the middle of her legs, Sandra held an oversized Hitachi Wand, the girl nearly jumping up with excitement at every touch.
“I see you came with two souveniers,” Sandra said to me. “Well, better late than never. At least you got here in time to see Nicole’s next orgasm. Put the condom in the bowl in front of her.”
I walked up slowly, the rush gone. My eyes went to the girl moaned on the Saint Andrew’s Cross, her body contorted in pleasure. I bent down, dropping the condom in the bowl,
She applied more force, pulling Nicole by her hair as the girl squealed.
“Four mistress, you’ve made me cum four times!”
“What do you say?” Sandra demanded.
“Thank you mistress! Thank you for this reward!”
I retreated into the crowd, all of us watching desperately as Sandra made the heavy-chested brunette cum over and over, until she begged the mistress to stop, promising to do anything in a series of sobbing wails.
Only then did Sandra pull the toy away.
A few of the other girls muttered softly as two sophomores unshackled the limp girl’s gloves and carried her away.
“Just one more...” Sandra said.
As if summoning her, I saw Rachel staggering into the room. Her light blonde hair was a mess, her legs wobbling. Her dress had been hiked up halfway and I could see more and more of her butt with each step.
Still, she took each step with an almost quiet pride, standing in between us and Sandra. The African American goddess looked at her pledge quizzically before speaking.
“Rachel, Danielle, you do know our house has a backyard,” Sandra said. “In the future, play there with the people we arrange.”
I blushed again, unable to believe my stupidity.
“Put the condom in the bowl, if you even got one.”
Rachel took another step forward, opening up the palm of her hand.
Then I saw it, the condom unrolled like snake, white and dripping with cum. The rubber stuck to her palm and wrist for a second before she managed to pull it off with a few of her fingers, letting it drop into the bowl with the others.
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