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The Perfect Opportunity free porn video
I’m the guy you call on campus for a roofie, a key-code, or some chloroform. You want the hottest chick on campus, my sport is to have you fucking her within the week. I do all the dirty work, while you get dirty.
Take last week. I get this text:
Unknown: Sophie Stevens, Freshman.
1 day later
Me: Thursday, Campus Library, Markum Hall. It’ll be empty, she’ll be studying late. Venho me 200 for the supply.
Boom. Just like that I have 200 dollars and Sophie is drugged and stuffed by the week’s end. While I run my business pretty tight, I enjoy my product as well. What’s the point if I can’t reap the benefits of my ever growing empire? Last week Lia was my product and I was my own consumer. I saw her walk through the campus grounds, meet up with a past customer and it took me mere minutes to get her dorm code. She was terrified, but a good girl once she had some angel dust shoved down her throat. Most guys don’t like the risk, they just knock the girls out or chloroform them. I like a bit of activity in my night. I make so many hits happen in a weekend my drug supply pays for itself and then some.
Venho isn’t a typo either. It’s an off the grid campus pay app specifically for my business. Like I said, I’m in Marketing.
But more college stories later. Today I’m in the mood to reminisce about my first forced fuck, because honestly, for many reasons, it’s still one of my favorites.
Now mind you I’m not a professional back in the day. No drug connections, no cash apps, just a normal guy, invited to an end of year party that can see an opportunity presented to him.
Meet Kira. My opportunity. She’s popular of course, but not in the slutty cheerleader kind of way, she’s just smoking hot and head of a shit ton of clubs, giving her an air of authority to match her bombshell body. Long wavy hair, tits that forever bulge in a mini dress, begging to spill out, and an ass the lets everyone know she works out on the weekends. That’s every hot chick in high school though, Kira’s allure comes from her quiet confidence, she doesn’t need to be the loudest one in the room, because she knows she’s the most important, and most sought after. Which means she plans on choosing who she fucks wisely, and Kira is a picky bitch.
I’m on my first solo cup of god knows what when Kira walks in fashionably late. Her dress is a shimmery dark gold and compacts her body into a perfect hour glass. While the music and chatter continues eyes pass over her, and pants bulge as she smiles in her victim’s general direction. As she nears the punch bowl she victimizes me with her stare. A heart shaped face haloed in by perfect hair looks me over with a glint in her jade green eyes.
could you be my first fuck? they seem to say.
In that moment I would have done anything, ANYTHING for the answer to be yes. But her eyes leave mine and continue to travel around the room. She scoops up her first cup of punch and begins her rounds of mingling with the commoners.
An unforeseen rage fills me. She obviously had been toying with me. That look was a look, and she’d meant to use it. I grab my second cup of the night and watch her begin dancing cup raised. I set my cup down, I decide I’d rather be sober for the night.
Over an hour passes and the party is officially lit. strobe lights, loud music, pool skinny dipping and rowdy activities take place. Kira makes her first bathroom break with a swath of girls. All giggling and paling in comparison.
I listen in to their bathroom conversation casually leaned up against the door.
“I caaaan’t I have a debate rehearsal tomorrow”
“Kira you can’t go!”
“I have to. I’m ordering an über now. If I’m home past 2 my dad will kill me.”
They commiserate and burst out of the bathroom laughing and yelling. Kira is less stable than she was an hour ago, legs slightly wobbled on heels. Her uber will be here soon. I need to act fast.
I approach George, the party host, who is paying the DJ for another hour. George is popular because he’s rich, throws parties not because he’s attractive. He used to play football, but after a martyred injury his game both on and off the field have ground to a holt.
I ask him point blank.
“You wanna fuck Kira upstairs?”
He laughs, “Everyone wants to fuck Kira. It’s a matter of Kira not wanting to fuck.”
I bypass this. “Look, I’m not messing around. If you want to fuck her it’s your house, so I was just trying to give you the honor of having a piece.”
George tunes in a little more.
“What do you mean?”
I say it point blank.
“Kira is getting fucked tonight no matter what. You can either be in or out. It’s a done deal. I can give you the guarantee that when anyone asks, all witnesses will say she said yes.”
George looks at me with a drunk and bewildered expression, I turn to go.
“Hold up!”
I turn
“I’m in.”
Kira is constantly surrounded. She downs her last drink and goes to get water. She’s trying to sober up before getting home. After drinking a whole bottle I’m out of time. Shit. But then it happens.
This trip to the bathroom is the one I’m waiting for. She excuses herself without her army, and gets in line at the bathroom door. She dances slightly in line as I approach. I lean in.
“Hey, I know how to get to a bathroom on the second floor.”
Kira looks at me, slightly dazed. Her pouty lips set in a worried frown.
“George has the upstairs entrance locked. Only the main floor is open.”
“Nah, George and I are cool. I can get in.”
She looks drunk as fuck but still unconvinced.
“Suit yourself.” I say with a shrug. “ You just seemed in a hurry to me”
She bites her lower lip and I hold back an exhale. She’s not even trying this time. She’s just erotic by nature.
“Ok fine, but you can’t come up, just show me where it is.”
“Yeah, of course.”
None of this is true of course, I barely know George and all the doors are definitely locked. But I don’t want her behind closed doors. Kira needs her first time to be special, and I’m going to make it incredible for all involved.
I lead her up the staircase to the second floor landing. it’s essentially a hall with a bunch of locked doors, but at the end of the hall there’s french doors that open up to a balcony overlooking the backyard and pool. The music is muffled and a moment of nervousness passes over my. What if I can’t pull this off? Kira destroys my uncertainty.
“So point me to the door and get out.” She says, slightly slurred.
I regain my resolve and point at a random door.
She walks over and turns the knob, it doesn’t budge. She turns back to say something bitchy but my mouth is on hers, seizing the moment and pressing her against the door. For a shocked moment she’s yielding. But then I feel her tense and push me away. I press all the harder, and my hands grope her body.
She struggles. “What the fuck! Get off me!”
My hand presses against her throat, pinning her to the door while the other pushes up her skin-tight dress.
I told George to come up 10 minutes after me, which means I need to get moving.
Using all my body weight I throw her to the ground and pin her, ass and thong showing. She twists, and manages to turn around, I fit myself between her thighs and press her back, she starts to scream but my hand is on her mouth and I unzip my jeans, having previously unbuttoned them for ease.
My cock is out, hard and prone as she gasps and flails beneath me. I drag my hands down the front of her dress and release her tits from their gilded cage. They spring forward perky and beautiful. I tenderize them with my hand while she continues to fight me.
She knows the moment at the exact same instant I do. My cock is pressed against her slit and the positioning clicks like a key. She freezes for an instant as fear grips her, and I take my opportunity.
I plunge into her like a battering ram at the castle gates. The first hit meets a wall, the second makes entry. My throbbing dick feels like it’s being squeezed into a diamond in her hot clenched pussy. I can feel the spittle from her scream into my hand as I thrust into her for a third time. I had never popped a cherry before, but now I get the saying. It truly felt like I was releasing hand from a tightly sealed balloon. I could practically hear the pop upon my forceful entry.
Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. I looked into her eyes again. The glint I saw now wasn’t power, or control, it was anger, fear and humiliation. She thought she was going to have some pet worship her for years on end and be finally deemed worthy to have her. Instead she was getting fucked at a party, just like every other girl.
I began grinding into her, finally gaining some speed as her pussy wetted from the friction. I leaned into her. “Feels like you might like me after all” I taunted as I fucked her. Her moans following the rhythm of my thrusts.
I heard voices in the stairwell and with renewed vigor she twisted and managed to yell
“Help!” before I muffled her again.
George turned the corner followed by two other guys from the football team. They stood there stunned as I rode Kira with ease, holding her down while her tits bounced and legs kicked in heels.
“Holy fuck.”
“You got the booze?” I asked, not breaking stride.
One of the guys came forward, laughing.
“Shit man, look at those tits!” He unscrewed the bottle of vodka and kneeled down. I removed my hand and as Kira attempted to cry out it was replaced with pure vodka.
She choked and gagged, and closed her lips to stop the flow of alcohol. Every time she opened to scream he poured more down her throat.
She started to groan more and fight less.
I pulled out of her, and dragged her up by her hair, she followed loosely, as I pulled her towards the door.
“What are you doing?” asked one of the guys.
I opened the door, leaning her over the balcony banister. The bass from the music blasted through the air, shaking the whole house. She moaned from her abused pussy, a tiny trickle of blood running down her perfect thighs.
Pulling her head back by her hair I re-entered her. She cried but it was barely audible past the music.
She was fucked surrounded by a flurry of lights, and sounds and a few people hooted and whistled when they caught sight of the spectacle on display. I came harder than I’d ever cum before and motioned for George to take my place.
He hesitated at first, but then a few cheers rose up and he took his rightful place in her cunt.
Watching Kira get fucked was an exhibition in itself. She looked like a gallery painting, body arched, hair flopped over her face while she sweat and panted like a bitch in heat, perfect lips parted into a scream. Her breasts looked like they could burst if squeezed to hard and we tested the theory by groping, and squeezing, pinching at her hardened nipples.
Her face grew flushed and mascara ran down her cheeks as George came, and in seconds the Quarterback was on her, his method more close range, humping her in a bear like grip. Picture started to flash, and cheers rose above the music, as Kira was deflowered before her peasants. By the third guy’s turn there was a line going up the stairs, as they reached the french doors I greeted them by asking,
“She keeps saying ‘yes’ doesn’t she?”
At this range Kira was clearly crying out “Ahhh! god! Please! No!” Her voice scarcely reaching the hall.
Taking one look at her violated pussy between two perfectly spread legs and a raised ass they nodded
“Yeah man. All I hear is yes”
It wasn’t until guy number eight that her ass cheeks were spread.
Her moan of pain was so long and low I thought she was going to faint that very second. But she gritted her teeth and dug her nails into the banister, taking each slow inch of the linebackers cock.
By the time the last guy had finished the joke was already circulating that Kira was the slut who fucked the entire football team. Rumors flew, with my help, that she had asked me up to the balcony to fuck around but wanted the attention of the football guys.
“She did always like attention didn’t she?” her so called friends said,
“As if they’d just do her right in front of us! You can’t claim rape after a night of bad choices.”
The videos made their way to every spank bank, and Kira was no longer known as the It girl, but the slutty party girl.
The sensation of power was intoxicating, and by the and of my freshman year of college, I had had cornered the market on one-night stands. No guy even tried to seduce a girl at a party, they just texted me her details and waited for the opportunity. -->
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