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This is the beginnings of my career – the market of buying and selling female slaves. It begins, however, in my backwater college – a mere state school in the upper midwest. I’m hardly impressive physically, just your average thin runner-type. I was, however, fortunate enough to be a bit of a lady’s man. Never so much that I was swarmed for dates. Rather, I was the funny, non-threatening type. It was because of this, and because of the trust that one particular woman had for me, that I was allowed to participate in perhaps one of the most sexually-charged sorority initiations the law-abiding world has ever seen. At least in upstate Wisconsin.

I was brought into the smoke-filled basement of the sorority house with my chaperone. Curiously, no one was smoking. My chaperone was certainly one of the better looking women I’ve met. Sara is small: short, thin, and a particularly tight body. Her breasts, on the other hand, are quite large, at least for her size, very possibly a C-cup. I know what you’re thinking, a dream girl. Well she is, I just doubt those breasts could possibly be real. She has light-brown hair but she dyes it blonde, and some nice blue eyes. Although her beauty is great, Sara’s best advantage is her innate cuteness. Whenever she smiles her mouth goes off to the side, and when she talks you see flashes of her tongue along with her sexy lisp.

In the sorority basement were about eight guys, each with their own chaperone/already initiated member of the sorority. Most of the guys were pretty big, and all were juniors at the least, making them older than I. We all waited in our chairs, trying to prod information out of our chaperones and each other about what the initiation was going to be when down the stairs came eight female bodies, led and followed by sorority sisters. I say bodies because their shirts were pulled over their faces and hands cuffed in the air. The sisters at the back and front of the line held the arms up with a long line of string that went from the front to the back of the group. It was spring, but also night, so the girls all wore pants. Of course, the boys all cheered when they saw the bras of eight girls with their hands cuffed. Our chaperones quickly hushed us, telling the men that were weren’t to allow the women to know who we are. As the eight parade in front of us it becomes easier to see that they have pictures of their faces taped onto their shirts in front of their real faces to allow us to see who is who.

I quickly recognized one, although I had only seen her in passing. She had long dark hair, big brown eyes, and a thin, tall body. But that was not what allowed me to recognize her. I remembered her from seeing her always in white shirts – indeed, she was in one now. I always saw a little nub pointing out of those white shirts, but I couldn’t quite make out if those points were nipples or a bend in her bra. Now I was fortunate enough to easily determine that it was her nipple pushing through a pretty thick bra all along.

After we were allowed to inspect, although not touch, each woman, they were placed behind us so we would pay attention to a sister. She told us that to raise money for the sorority the initiates had kindly offered their bodies in return for money. Every guy but me snickered and gave low-fives at that. Then she said that we could not be given sexual favors from our slaves, nor harm them in any way unless consent was given by the initiate. Furthermore, no one could say what happened, nor who they saw this night. Other than that, each man would bid for one of eight ladies for the rest of the weekend, it being a Friday night. Finally, if any woman hesitated to do anything we asked of them that was within the rules, each offense was to be an additional six hours of slavery. Our chaperones would stay with us to ensure the rules are followed and to judge exactly what a “hesitation” is.

Of course you can imagine I bought the body I described earlier, which I was to find out went by the name of Jenny. Each man filed out with his new slave separately with the initiate still blindfolded so the slaves couldn’t identify who was in the basement that night. When Sara, Jenny and I got upstairs Sara introduced us to each other, checked her watch, and told me I had until 6:30pm Sunday to play with my new toy. Despite the fact that I’m a pretty shy guy, when given this chance I decided to go for the gusto. I’d be lying not to admit my boxers were tight when I knew I could have this kaynarca escort tease for my own. And being an aspiring lawyer, I decided to go to the letter of the law, and certainly not the spirit.

I decided to go to Jenny’s dorm room so we could pick out some better clothes. When we got there it was void of Jenny’s roommate, so I decided the fun shall commence. For my first command I told Jenny to take off her bra, which she easily did without taking off her white shirt. Not that she could hide her nipples, which I realized were pointing through her bra because of their massive size – and now they were pointing through a thin white shirt. Since Jenny’s skirt collection consisted of one rather long skirt, I had her wear her PJ bottom – a soft and extremely short pair of shorts. Of course, she foolishly did so keeping her panties on. when I corrected her, she looked at Sara pleadingly. “I think that’s a hesitation.” I said. Of course, she tried to get out of it by saying her nudity was a sexual favor, but I picked up an additional six hours. Then she tried to peel off her panties while throwing on her bottom as fast as possible so I’d see as little as possible.

“You know Jenny.” I said, “I think six hours isn’t punishment enough. Every time you hesitate, I think I’ll throw in an extra punishment which not only benefits me but you don’t like. I want you to shave your pubic hair.” Sara almost cracked up laughing. As you can imagine, I picked up an additional six hours before Jenny went to the bathroom to shave herself. As she was gone, Sara and I rummaged through Jenny’s things until we found what I was looking for – a vibrator. Sara was so curious and kept pestering me about what I was going to do I almost didn’t remember to pocket the vibrator when Jenny returned.

The three of us went to a bar. Of course, Jenny wasn’t old enough to enter one, but I hardly thought anyone would stop such a tarted-up young lady. The three of us sat down at a table and I told Jenny that I’d forget about the extra twelve hours she owed me if she’d promise to do one thing for me. When she said yes, I handed her the vibrator, told her to turn it on and put it in herself. When she spread her legs, adjusted her body weight to one side, pulled the tiny bit of fabric between her legs to the side, and inserted a small vibrating egg into her shaved vagina I immediately got a hard-on. Jenny was also apparently enjoying the situation, as she immediately turned a shade of pink as her eyes glazed over. I told her to go to the bar, sit down, and see if she could get a drink.

Jenny slowly got up and approached the bar like an old lady, bending over and hobbling a bit due to the warmth between her legs. As she got up onto the barstool she must have flashed the man sitting further down the bar with her pink cunt, as he immediately got up to sit next to her. She ordered a honey ale which the young barman immediately got for her, as he seemed enamored by her tits, pushing their way through her shirt. The two men struck up a conversation with her, and she tried to nod and smile, but I think she was beginning to lose her inhibitions.

Meanwhile Sara and I were already talking. She was pleased with what I had done, and said she admired my imagination. She placed her hand on my knee, causing me to look down and see the mound that had grown in my pants that she had certainly noticed by now. She slowly moved her head towards me until our lips met, and we immediately began a dance of tongues. My hands wrapped her close until I practically lifted her light body up against mine by grabbing her ass-cheek with one hand and her armpit with another. Her hands also roamed over my body, but they managed to breach my clothing. Her hand that had once stood at my knee had moved inside both my pants and boxers from below, and Sara was now gently fluttering her fingertips over my rock-solid cock. I had to pull away from our kiss momentarily as spasms of pleasure rocked my body. This gave Sara enough time to direct my eyes towards Jenny.

Jenny had her legs spread at the edge of the barstool, her shorts doing nothing to cover her naked cunt. Her left hand was on the stool and her right around the shoulders of the man to the right of her, and her head was on the shoulder of this man so she could stay upright. The barman was reaching over the bar to both tweak Jenny’s nipples as well as to look down at her cunt. The man to her right was holding her up with küçükyalı escort his left hand while his right was actually underneath Jenny’s shirt and moving around quite actively. Being a bit jealous, to be honest, I walked up to the bar with Sara, and like a parent scolding a child I told Jenny to give me it and come with us. Sara hesitated, giving me six more hours, but after using a more stern voice I got the dripping wet vibrator she had pulled out of her cunt in front of two total strangers.

On the way back to Jenny’s dorm she complained about how bad she wanted to cum. I told her that if she wanted to, she’d have to give me a sexual favor. I explained she didn’t have to do me the favor, but she didn’t have to be able to cum either. She agreed. After seeing a big smile on Sara’s face and her hands all over me during the walk back, I knew it would be a wonderful night.

When we got to Jenny’s dorm I told her we were sleeping there for the night – and that there were some new rules. First, she had to be nude at all times unless going to the bathroom. Then I’d let her wear panties or her PJ-bottoms. Second, her cunt could never go up a solid surface unless I told her to. This meant no laying face down or sitting, only kneeling, laying on her back, or squatting (my favorite for reasons I you’ll come to realize). Third, she had to keep her knees apart by two feet at all times unless standing. And finally, she had to submit to any and all sexual favors on demand. I assumed Jenny would complain about this one, but I was surprised to find she was so intent on having an orgasm she quickly agreed to all my terms. She quickly stripped and asked what to do next.

I had her put her hair into a ponytail and then squat at my feet. I then told her to constantly keep her eyes locked on mine, but her head still down, so she looked like a cute little girl despite the fact I was going to fuck her mouth. Due to my commands she used her teeth to pull down my zipper as her fingers unbuttoned my pants, all while looking up at me like a good little girl. She then pulled my cock out of my pants which was already rock-hard from her being naked and looking up at me so seductively. I asked her one more time if she was willing to do this, and told her I wouldn’t be nice about it. She nodded before proceeding to bob her head up and down on my cock. I gave her instructions on how to apply pressure and use her tongue to her advantage. She applied my commands wickedly, even making slurping noises as her tongue slipped sloppily in and out of her mouth over my cock. For a time I reached around her squatting ass and came at her cunt from behind with my hand. While squatting her cunt was wide open and unable to stop my intrusion, although from my position I was only able to get about half of two of my fingers into the warm, sticky folds of her vagina. Instead I was happy with flicking about her clit and pinching it between my fingers while she masterfully gave me head.

At about the half-way point I took both hands and wrapped them around Jenny’s head, my thumbs firmly gripping her eyebrows. I then proceeded to hold her head in place forcefully as I bucked my cock into her throat. She merely accepted the situation, still looking up at me so cutely, as I fucked her face and continued to throw my cock into the back of her throat. Eventually I came, although I managed to firmly pull Jenny’s head up at the last moment as a strong stream of my cum shot hard into her eye. A second stream deflected partially off the side of her cheek, the majority of it pooling into her ear or sticking to her dark-brown hair. I then pulled her face over my cock and told her not to let one drop go down her throat. She obeyed, and as I slowly allowed her to milk my cock with her hands and lick the crown with her tongue stark white cum drooled out of her mouth, onto her chin, and between her breasts.

Totally spent I told Sara to handcuff Jenny to the corner of the bunk bed. This gave me a good view of her cum-soaked face, hair, and breasts as she couldn’t bring her arms down from above her head. After relaxing and listening to pleas from Jenny for me to let her cum I decide to enjoy placing the vibrator into the warm folds of Jenny’s cunt. As Jenny works her way into another world with the vibrator humming in her warm vagina, Sara and I begin to make out again. As she slowly strokes my cock back to an erection I can’t help but think what a luck guy I am. As Sara sancaktepe escort and I begin flinging clothes onto the floor Jenny decides to vocalize her pleasure with seductive but almost pleading moans. As Sara gets out of her pants, myself already naked, I grab Jenny’s ass for support as I pull the vibrator out of her juicy cunt. She whines a bit but I tell her she won’t be let go – even for the bathroom – until she cums. “I suggest you let us watch you hump the pole.” I said. Jenny, too turned on to deny us, begins moving her exposed pink flesh up against the black metal support for the bunk beds. At first she has difficulty moving up and down, but after her juices have lubricated the support, making a dark spot on the pole, she begins to slide both higher and lower with more and more speed.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Sara pulls be back from behind and sends her tongue deep into my mouth. While doing this she maneuvers her torso above mine, soon squatting with her cunt positioned directly above my erect cock. She then moves her head back from the kiss so she can observe herself pull open her vagina with a finger from each hand and then slide herself slowly onto my erection. Her vagina is extremely tight, and she slides up and down a few times before she can get the whole of my cock into her. Because of the position we are in, I enjoy my cock feeling the warmth of her vagina all the way to the hilt, and I swear I could feel her cervix applying pressure to the tip of my member. Also, I could merely lack back and relax as Sara’s tight body with her large, surprisingly firm breasts bounce almost comically every which way, and also catch a view of Jenny at the brink of her orgasm, not quite able to go over the edge, giving me the ultimate stripper’s pole dance.

Sara began to slide faster and faster up and down my cock, taking my hands and placing them on her breasts. With me supporting her weight I could also now feel that these breasts were joyously real, as well as a firm handful. Giving me the responsibility to hold Sara up by squeezing her breasts allowed her to use one hand to divide the upper folds of her vaginal lips while the other went to work meticulously on her clitoris.

As Jenny and Sara were both getting towards their climaxes (any orgasm after my first takes notoriously long), into the room walked (as I eventually found out) Jenny’s roommate Marie. Marie was in the same class I had with Sara, and the two of us were pretty good friends. Marie is a somewhat tall, but very shapely woman with an exceptional bust line. Her hair is naturally blonde, and very light – even her eyebrows. Her eyes are even more gorgeous, with dark pupils contrasting nicely with very pale but deep blue irises. When she entered it seemed as time stood still. Jenny had mastered the technique of sliding as low as her handcuffs would allow before almost jumping up and forward against the pole and was oblivious to Marie’s presence. Sara was equally inattentive, her eyes having rolled into the back of her head and her head itself thrown backward long ago as she also jumped up and down on her own little pole. I looked at Marie as she entered and covered her mouth to muffle a small cry. It seemed like an eternity before she closed the door and locked it behind herself and looked down at me and paused, still stunned. After realizing she had walked into a room of three good friends in the throws of passion she flashed me a lovable, genuine smile, her gorgeous eyes obscured occasionally as her blond eyelashes fluttered.

Marie dropped her bag and hustled to the desk behind Jenny upon which I had placed the vibrator after removing it from Jenny’s cunt. Marie easily dropped her fly, turned on the vibrator, and held it to her clit beneath her panties. She pulled out the chair beneath the desk, but before she could sit down Jumping Jenny asked her for some help. So here I am, laying on my back with one woman’s breasts in my hands and vagina around my cock, another woman moaning into the neck of a third with her hands handcuffed in the air, and a third woman pleasuring herself with a vibrator and her hand in Jenny’s pink, fleshy folds.

Jenny came first, with Marie’s hands working quite well on her tired clit. Jenny fell from her standing position so forcefully I was afraid she’d dislocate her shoulders because she no longer had the strength to stay up. Sara came soon after, having been waiting so long for her own orgasm and pleasuring herself skillfully with her own hand. Sara collapsed as well, forward into my waiting arms as we kissed passionately and I held her warmth close. However, I was still far from done, so I turned my attention to the blonde bombshell at the foot of the bed…

To Be Continued…

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