Rocky McTavish
My name is Alexandra Shamrock McTavish, although everyone calls me Rocky. I grew up in upstate New York. My parents worked at manufacturing jobs, my dad as an executive, my mom as an accountant. We lived on a small farm, but we didn't do much farming. We had a few chickens which my brother and sister and I took care of, including hunting for eggs. Every afternoon was an Easter egg hunt. We kept a few cattle that were periodically taken to a local locker so that we frequently had home-grown steaks. We had three horses, which all of us rode. I studied hard in high school and made good grades. It was pretty easy because I was smart and had a limited social life. I was considered to be a female nerd and a wallflower. My social life began to pick up in the last semester of my senior year when my boobs grew from A-cups to D-cups, and my butt filled out. I was still a virgin when I started college.
I pledged a sorority and a member helped me solve my virginity problem by sending me and a friend of her boyfriend's to a motel. The guy's name was Dan Patrick. Dan was a member of the college tennis team and was handsome and athletic although not muscled up like the basketball and football players. We had to go to a motel because Dan was afraid that I would bleed on everything if we went to his apartment or used the backseat of his car. I actually came my first time to have sex and wanted nothing more than to have someone hold me while I experienced the afterglow of love. Instead, this asshole got dressed and left. I ended up walking almost a mile from the motel back to the sorority house, because he was in such a hurry to get away that he wouldn't wait for me to shower and get dressed.
Dan actually called me a couple of times both for himself and on behalf of one or more of his fraternity brothers. He always seemed surprised when I politely told him that I wasn't interested in him or his fraternity brothers. I later found out that he suffered from what we girls called BDC or Big Dick Complex; since he had a large cock he thought all that he had to do was ram it in and pound his partner for twenty or thirty strokes, and she would be his for life. What an ass!
Some of my sisters-to-be congratulated me, and I was now qualified to be entered in the freshman pledge auction that my sorority and Dan's fraternity held each year. The sorority pledges were auctioned off to spend twelve hours in the fraternity house with the guys who won their honor in the auction. The auction was a benefit for both the sorority and the fraternity, with the fraternity keeping a third and the sorority getting the rest. There was a stage in the fraternity dining hall and that was where we were auctioned off. The auction was run by the sorority officers with the bidders being teams of two fraternity members. The teams of two bidders each assured that there would be more teams of bidders than pledges. It was usually referred to as the Silent Auction, not because of how the bidding was conducted but because no one outside of the fraternity and sorority were supposed to know anything about it. The auction had three phases. In the first phase, we went on stage dressed in skirts and blouses and told everyone our name, what our hometown was, and what our major was. There were quite a few undecideds who were probably here mostly to work on a Mrs. degree. In the second phase we did a typical model runway walk in our bra and panties, walking across the stage and back. Some of my sister pledges did bumps and grinds and shimmies, but I limited myself to typical runway model poses. In the third phase, we stood before the assemblage dressed only in our panties. Once the bidding on a girl completed, the girl went with her team to wherever they wanted to take her, usually a fraternity dorm room, although some of the members had better rooms.
The sorority considered the auction a good thing for two reasons: It filled the Pi Psi Pi coffers, and it was pledge training in the way Pi Psi Pi members were expected to conduct themselves. It was my first threesome. Before the night was over, I had experienced my first anal, and several double penetrations including pussy and ass, pussy and mouth, and ass and mouth. After midnight, one of the non-winners in the auction came by and helped out so that I even had a few experiences of airtight. It wasn't the greatest experience of my life, but I did come many times with the double penetration and airtight fucking.
We were a sad and forlorn group when we waited in front of the fraternity house for our sisters to pick us up. Two girls were dressed only in panties. I had lost my bra but had managed to recover my dress. Several girls had only bra and panties on. A couple of girls had lost one or both shoes. Everyone's hair and makeup was messed up. The topless pledges went in the first car, while all of the underwear only girls managed to be taken by the first or second cars. After this, I knew my reluctance to take my clothes off with a guy was a lot less than before.
As members of Pi Psi Pi, neither I nor my sisters frequented the Student Union, but I occasionally had lunch in the cafeteria when I was in a hurry to get to nearby class on time. One day it was especially crowded, and I left the cashier station without an empty table in sight. As I walked past a large table with what appeared to be athletes, a large black guy hailed me, "Hey, sister! We got an empty seat! I promise we don't bite!"
I was a little hesitant to join a table with nine large guys and no girls, but then Dan got my attention, "Hey, Rocky! Come sit with us!"
Actually, Dan's presence was as much a deterrent as an attraction, but I decided to join them as going on after pausing so long would be rude. It turned out that Dan, a linebacker, and a strong forward, and I were the only Anglos at the table. Big Mike, who first accosted me, introduced me to everyone. The other five guys at the table were all black football or basketball players. Next to me, Dan was the smallest guy there. I was seated between Big Mike and Andy, a varsity running back. Big Mike admitted that he was a former student starting lineman and had graduated three years ago.
Dan
Big Mike said, "There's a honey at the cashier station."
I replied, "Mike, I popped her cherry a few months ago. Her name's Rocky and she's a Pi Psi Pi hottie. She took part in our silent auction. You know about that, don't you?"
Big Mike told me, "Sure, you told us about that but you wouldn't let us take part. Say, guys. I think I want some of that. Before this day is over, I'm going to get me a sorority girl."
Rocky
After the introductions, most of the conversation on my end of the table was with Big Mike, while there was a guys only discussion at Dan's end of the table.
Big Mike asked me, "What year are you?"
I said, "I'm a freshman."
He replied, "You must be a Pi Psi Pi pledge."
I responded, "Did Dan tell you that?"
He answered, "He didn't have to, you've got a Pi Psi Pi pendant around your beautiful neck."
I told him, "Aren't you the cheeky one!"
He replied, "You're just not figuring that out? Let me tell you something. There are a lot of beautiful women on this campus, but I think you're one of the hottest."
I was feeling a little uncomfortable but in a nice sort of way, "I bet you tell all the girls that!"
He smiled, "More than I should, but it's absolutely true with you."
I shamelessly blushed, this guy was getting to me, "Get out of here!"
He smiled with even more teeth, "You've probably noticed that I have a different skin color than you."
I said, "I hope it's not racist, but that was the first thing I noticed about you."
He continued, "You've probably heard about some of the attributes that big black guys have, which aren't always immediately visible."
I almost choked on a French fry, "I've heard."
He then told me, "I'm a spade, who is unusually well-endowed."
After a drink of cola, I asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
He replied, "Because I have a deal for you, you won't want to miss?"
I have to admit I was intrigued and a little excited, "Okay, let me have it. What's the deal?"
He continued, "It's quite simple. This is my card." He handed me a business card. "Call me when you get out of class. I'll tell you where to go and find out for yourself."
I inquired, "Why would I want to do that?"
He said, "I have some black stuff down here which I think might fit nicely with the white stuff you have down there. But I think you already knew that, didn't you?"
I almost choked on my soft drink, but if I didn't know, my womanhood was wet and ready to go.
I blushed and said, "I'll think about it. I have to go to class now."
He responded, "I'll be waiting for your call."
I simply told him, "Bye, now!" and carried my tray to the dirty dish conveyor.
I knew I was wet, and curious about his 'black stuff.' I had no idea what I was going to do. After an hour of English I and an hour of American History, it was decision time. I decided it would hurt nothing to call this arrogant fellow and see what he had to say.
Big Mike answered on the first ring, "Hullo!"
I replied, "Hi, Mike! It's Rocky!"
He said, "Hello, beautiful! Are you ready to take down some directions?"
I responded, "No, I just called to talk."
He told me, "I don't think so. I think you called because you want to see if my black cock is as big as I said it was. Am I wrong?"
I felt so out of my league, "Maybe. I don't know."
He said in an extremely endearing way, "Rocky, why don't you meet me? I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. Besides, I'm pretty sure we want the same thing."
I said, "What's that?"
He explained, "We both want to find out how well your white body will fit against my black body. But, like I said, come on over! No one's going to force anybody to do anything she doesn't want to do."
I responded, "I can't believe I'm even having this conversation."
He told me, "I can't either, when both of us want that white ass to come over here."
I answered, "Okay, I'll come over there, but I'm not making any promises."
He said, "I'll be here. He gave me the name of an apartment building and an apartment number."
I told him, "Got it! See you in a few!"
I couldn't believe what I was doing. Well, maybe I did, my panties were soaked, thinking about having a big black cock fucking the shit out of me. My pussy knew what it wanted even though my mind was still fighting my excitement and arousal.
The apartment was on the east side of town, not a particularly nice part of town, but the apartment building looked nice and well-maintained. I had to press a security panel to get someone to release the external security door. Breathlessly I walked a little over halfway down the central corridor. Big Mike opened the door, pulled me in, and gave me the sexiest, wettest kiss ever. I was ready to go but noticed two other large black men sitting at the dining table.
Big Mike explained, "These guys are Charlie and Albert, my roommates. I've got something I'd like to show you in my room."
He put one hand on my waist and took one of my hands in the other and guided me into the first bedroom. He kissed me again and then sat me down on his bed. My heart was beating a thousand beats a minute; I was beyond rationality driven my wanton desire and lust. He kissed me again and we made out a few minutes. He had a little more taste than white boys but I liked that. I was so aroused I didn't know what to do. He stood up and took his pants off. Then, his underpants. His cock was utterly magnificent. Beautiful and dark as night. It was the largest I had ever seen.
He asked, "Would you like to touch it?"
I didn't know before that moment, but I did. I touched it and felt that it was both hot and hard. I was excited and ashamed, but most of all, aroused.
He asked, "Would you like to taste it?"
I knew where this was going, and I that's what I wanted. I put both hands on the lower part of his monster cock and took the first couple of inches into my mouth and began sucking it while running my tongue over it.
He said, "That's very good, Rocky!"
It was crazy but that made we feel warm and fuzzy inside. I knew I wanted to please him and would do whatever he wanted.
I continued sucking his cock and playing with his balls for a couple of minutes.
He asked, "Would you like to take your clothes off, Rocky!"
Oh God, did I ever want to. I reached behind and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor as I unsnapped my bra. By the time my bra hit the floor, I had my panties down to my knees. I quickly kicked my shoes off, so that I was completely nude.
I asked, "What now, Mike!"
He directed me, "Lie down on the bed and spread your legs."
He crawled between my legs and started licking my clit. It was only a few licks with a little rubbing of my labia until I was bucking my hips in the ecstasy of my first orgasm. He began finger fucking me while continuing the clit action and again I had a big-time body shaking orgasm.
He didn't stop, the stimulation of my button and my vagi soon took me over the top to a multi-convulsion climax. He paused and I could see that the heavy artillery was coming my way. I was afraid of the monster yet looking forward with anticipation to what I knew it was going to do to me. It was incredible how wonderful it felt to have his huge appendage filling me up. Just as he touched my cervix, I came as hard as I have ever cum. I was vaguely aware as I trembled with aftershocks of him pushing on beyond my cervix. I had never felt a cock go so deep in me, and never had I felt such erotic pleasure. I started to orgasm every minute or so, with the in between feeling almost as good as the big O's. This was joy exponentially beyond anything in my previous experience. I came and came and then came some more. The gaps between explosions were hardly enough to have a few recovery breaths. I lost count of how many times I came but it must have been low double digits, as surprisingly, I didn't mind him concluding the experience with semen splashing against my innermost intimate walls over and over.
As I lay there, still trembling, trying to get my breath back, I told him, "Oh, God, Mike. That was beyond fantastic. I have to say, it was worth the drive."
He replied, as he caressed and fondled my body, with intermittent kisses, "You liked that, did you?"
I admitted, "I did, Mike. It was just so good!"
I had never felt so wonderful in my whole life.
I was mildly surprised, when he asked me, "Would you like to do something for me?"
I replied, "Sure, Mike. What is it?"
He explained, "Charley and Albert are sort of lonely. Do you think you could do something for them?"
I was a little shocked, "You want me to fuck them?"
He said, "Only if you want to do something for me and for them."
I said, "I don't know, Mike."
He took his big forefinger and ran it around my ass, along my perineum, across my slit and then around my clitoris. It felt so good, almost as good as another orgasm. He surely knew which of my buttons to push.
He inquired, "You want to do that, don't you?" as he tweaked my nipples. I was beginning to think about another orgasm."
I was mildly surprised to hear my languorous reply, "Okay, Mike."
He gave me that big smile that I liked so much, took me by the hand and led my nude bodyback into the living room, over to the dining table, where both guys were still seated.
Romantically, Big Mike asked, "Who's first?"
Charley jumped up first, he grabbed my naked buttocks squeezing our groins together as he kissed me with large amounts of tongue.
I was surprised at how ready I was. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom as I eagerly followed. Charley wasn't as good as Mike, but in our thirty or forty minutes together I lost count. I could hardly walk without assistance as afterward Charley led me back to the dining room table.
He told Albert, "She's all yours."
Albert was apparently in a hurry. He simply folded my naked body over the dining room table and quickly removing his garments that were below his waist, pounded me to several orgasms while I was bent over the table.
Then he gruffly told me, "Doggy style on the floor, and banged me to a few more climaxes.
Finally, he rolled over on his back and said, "Ride 'em, cowgirl."
I thought he would never come. I was still having orgasms but both my cunt and my thighs were beginning to ache by the time he came.
Big Mike helped me off of him and led me to his room. As I dressed, we talked.
He told me, "You don't know what I to for work, do you?"
I said, "No, Mike, I don't. We never got around to discussing that."
He continued, "A few blocks from here I have a house. A house full of working girls."
I said, "You mean a whore house."
He said, "Some people call it that. How would you like to be one of my girls?"
I replied, "What?"
He said, "The money's good. Real good. You like sex. It seems natural. You get some extra spending money and I think you'd enjoy the work. Since you're a college girl, you'd probably only work Saturday nights, maybe Friday nights."
I asked, "Why do you think I'd like it."
He explained, "Sweetheart, with all due respect, you love sex. This would be an opportunity to get lots of sex and make some extra money. You could get a newer car, nicer clothes, save for your children's college fund. It seems like a natural thing, you like sex and everyone likes money. The only other thing you need is love and you have the other five or six days of the week to look for love."
I responded, "I don't know, Mike. I don't think I want the reputation of a working girl."
He continued, "There are two kinds of guys, those who think it's immoral to be a working girl, and those who think it's sexy to have been a working girl. I think you might prefer guys who think working girls are sexy. Just think about the whole idea. A guy gives you money. Then you have to give him what he wants. Don't you think the whole transaction is naughty and exciting?"
I said, "Mike, you are very convincing. I'll call you tomorrow with my answer. You want me to do this Saturday night, right?"
He answered, "Yes, I think you're going to do it, and I think you'll love it."
I had finished dressing and so I said, "Goodbye, Mike," and took my thoroughly fucked, thoroughly satiated body to my car for the drive back to the sorority house.
I asked my sorority president about what she thought of Big Mike's proposal. She thought my fucking Big Mike and his roommates was hot. She told me she thought it was the type of thing that a Pi Psi Pi girl would do not as a regular thing but as a lark. Something I could put on my bucket list as worked a shift as a prostitute.
I wanted to do it and I didn't want to do it. I knew it was one of those decisive river crossings of life. Once crossed, I could never come back to 'never accepted money for sex.' By Friday afternoon I was so horny I could hump a table corner. I could think of nothing else but getting fucked and paid at the same time. I wanted to be a whore for a day. I called Mike and told him I would do it. He told me I would work a six PM to four AM shift. He asked if I had a key to the sorority house. I told him I did. He said to come over around five for an orientation and gave me the address, and said if there were any issues, I should call him.
A few minutes before five, I knocked on the front door, a late-thirties, very attractive black woman opened the door and said, "Hi, Rocky! I'm Greta! I'm the house mother. You'll be dealing with me unless there are problems."
Big Mike was there also, "Hi, Rocky! Greta will fill you in on how things work here, and what you have to do in addition to spreading your legs for your clients. If there is a problem, there is muscle on site to deal with it. If you have any questions, Greta can answer them. I'm leaving now, but I'm only a phone call away, okay?"
I said, "Sure, I'm looking forward to working with Greta."
She explained everything, mandatory use of condoms, dick checks, the bell to indicate a client wanted a lineup of available girls, personal clean up, change of sheets, and the translucent negligee I would wear for the lineups. I was excited, a little scared, and aroused by the thought of my first sex-for-pay. Greta warned me that since I was new and white I would be chosen from most of the lineups.
At 6:04 I participated in my first lineup. A short, black guy grabbed my snatch. I was surprised but managed not to flinch. He picked me and once we were back in my assigned room, I quickly found out that there was no correlation between height and penis size. He wasn't as large as Big Mike but I needed no preliminaries to enjoy being thoroughly reamed. The next lineup wasn't a lineup. A tall, slender black man dressed in overalls wanted the new, white bitch. I enjoyed being thought of as the new, white bitch; I was eager as he was to get his fairly long, but thin cock in my cunt. I was having the time of my life. I felt like I was enjoying this even more that I had enjoyed my reaming at the hands, or cocks, of Big Mike and his roommates. I couldn't wait for my next climate.
Around midnight, Greta came by and asked me how I was doing. She told me I had already handled sixteen tricks and was in the process of setting a record for a single shift. She asked if I would like a break. I told her the truth, "I can't wait for my next john."
In the time it took for Greta to walk up front, the buzzer for the next lineup went off. This was a gray-bearded, somewhat rotund, black man. He had an average-sized cock, but that didn't bother me, I just fucked him harder.
Around two, Big Mike came by and told me I was doing great. When I asked him if he wanted to do me, he said not while I was working, but he invited me over to his place for late afternoon. I agreed, thinking I would be ready for some big cocks by then.
A little before four, Greta came by again and told me that she had locked the front door, and there would be no more tricks tonight, although, of course, it was morning. She told me I had set a new record for handling twenty-five tricks, counting my evenings two threesome-double penetrations as two tricks each. She gave me her business card and told me to call her or Mike concerning next Friday and Saturday night. She then paid me thirty Benjamins, which she explained, included my tips. I told her I was very pleased with my first shift as a whore and would let them know by Wednesday or Thursday at the latest about Friday and Saturday night.
When I got back to the sorority, the vice-president and another member were still in our reception area. She said, "Aren't you the happy one? I can't believe the smile on your face. Come on, give it up! Spill the details!" I explained to my two sisters that I had just pulled my first ten-hour shift as a prostitute. I said it was the most fun that I had ever had. I showed them my pay. Their eyes got big. Even though these were rich bitches and they would likely easily spend that much money for an afternoon's shopping, they were still impressed.
My vice-president asked if I was going to do it again. I told her possibly but not the coming weekend. She told me that was good - I should keep it an avocation, not a vocation. I assumed that meant I had the Pi Psi Pi seal of approval, for doing occasional stints as a whore, as long as it remained a hobby, not a profession.
I went to bed then and slept to about three. I got ready to go see Big Mike. I grabbed a quick snack in the sorority kitchen and drove to Big Mike's. I wasn't surprised that Charlie and Albert were there. Big Mike asked me about the weekend. I told him that I wanted to keep my whoring activities as a hobby not a job, and didn't want to do a shift next weekend.
Big Mike asked, "Do you have any experience dancing?"
I asked, "What kind of dancing?"
He replied, "I'm talking about entertaining at stag parties. You do a little dance; take some clothes off; repeat until nude. Then you do some lap dances and blow jobs and if they've paid for it, fuck everybody. If it's a large party we send more than one girl. Most of these parties are like six to twelve guys, and so usually one girl's enough. Do you like the idea of shaking your naked booty in front of a bunch of guys. I've been told that it really gives you a charge to do it. We have a party Friday night, probably eight to ten guys. The gig's yours if you want it."
I admitted, "I don't have any experience stripping, so I'm not sure if I could do it."
Big Mike assured me, "You can do it. We can have a practice session now. My guys and I will coach you. I'm sure that with your body you'll be great!"
I said, "I'm willing to give it a try."
He replied, "Let me explain a few things. You need the dance to last twenty to thirty minutes. I'll give you the six song version. First, you start with plenty of clothes. I'll give you a scenario. You come to the party covered up with a coat, a cape, or at least a robe. You wear a scarf around your neck. You should at least wear a blouse and a short skirt. You probably want an additional garment like a slip or a camisole. You wear a bra or a demi-bra. It's good to wear stockings, but something simple, like pull-ups. Also, you wear panties or at least a thong. You don't take your outer garment off until you are introduced. The first song you dance and tease, you might hint at taking something off, but the most you will take off is the scarf. You can use it as a prop while you dance. The second song, you tease with your blouse and skirt. Usually, you want the blouse completely off by halfway through the song. The second half you play with your skirt, finally complete removing it near the end of the number. The third song you tease with the slip in the first half. In the second half you can pull it up, pull it down, but don't take it completely off until the end of the song. Similarly for the fourth song and your bra. Near the end of the fourth song, you remove the bra, so you start the fifth song off topless. Again, near the end of the fifth song, you become totally nude, and you dance the sixth song totally nude, possibly using a prop to obscure one part of your body or another. In the second half you can simulate or actually masturbate. After that you flirt with the guys possibly giving them lap dances. After that come blow jobs and finally fuck everyone that wants to fuck. If it's a bachelor party you always do everything for the groom first so gets the first lap dance and so forth. That's applicable to the Friday night party since it is a bachelor party. Today, we can speed everything up a bit, but keep in mind, the dance is not about stripping, it's about teasing.
Doing the practice was a good thing. It really increased my confidence. I knew it was very tame compared to the real thing, which I decided that I really wanted to do. I told Mike that I would practice some during the week and would be ready to go Friday night.
Then I fucked all three of them. We used different parts of the apartment including a chair, sofa, the floor, and the dining table. It was even better than my first afternoon at Big Mike's place. After the first round everyone was still pretty revved up so we had a second round. I was going to have a hard time waiting for Friday night.
It turned out there were ten guys at the bachelor party. They were all attractive white guys. I thought the sex probably wouldn't be as good as Big Mike and company, but that wasn't the point. What I wanted to do was shake my naked booty in front of ten strangers and just see how hot and horny I could get them. I couldn't believe how much I liked the idea of the whole party. I really wanted to wander around among ten guys, fucking one, and then the other. I arrived at the party venue which was actually a dance studio which was rented out for parties and other social events on Friday and Saturday nights. I wore a thong, demibra which exposed my nipples, translucent slip, mid-thigh mini skirt, and a low cut blouse with plenty of cleavage. Over all of this, I wore a light coat which came to just above my knee.
I arrived the party shortly after nine, for my ten o'clock show. The party had started at seven-thirty and so the guys were pretty revved up from drinking lots of booze and watching porn. The guys cheered my appearance and I began circulating, drinking and chatting with them. They pretty much kept their hands to themselves as I was pretty well protected by the coat.
At ten o'clock, the best man announced that Cherry would perform now. I stepped to the front of the room and shed my jacket. I announced, "I heard that someone's getting married!" and the best man introduced Dennis, who was sort of a non-descript average sort of guy. The best man started my portable player and we were off. With a small group, I could rotate around and dance for ten or fifteen seconds for each guy, of course spending more time with the groom. I played around some with the scarf, until the end of the first number.
I set the scarf aside for the second song. I started off pretending that I was having trouble unbuttoning my blouse. I went over and presented myself to the groom. He didn't seem particularly skilled at unbuttoning women's blouses but he finally got the job done. I began dancing again opening and closing the blouse. After a while I started playing with moving it down my back and upper arms. Finally, I recognized the midpoint of the song and let my blouse slide to the floor. The I began teasing with my skirt being the object of interest. Somehow, it seemed like I couldn't unfasten the button above the side zipper. Again, I went to the groom to get his help. He also unzipped it so for the next minute or so I danced holding my skirt together occasionally pulling the two corners apart to expose more of the translucent slip. I recognized the closing phrase of the song, and let the skirt fall to the floor, standing in my slip and undies while waiting for the third song to begin.
The slip was a lot of fun to play with. I would let the shoulder straps slide down never quite exposing the tops of my breasts for a while, then I would experiment with pulling the front or the back of the hem up, sometimes partially exposing my thong-covered butt and genitals. About half-way through I lowered the shoulder straps down for the last time and slowly began to expose my demibra supported boobs. After that I played with pulling the hem up so that at one point the slip was only obscuring my waist. Then I released the hem and pulled the top of the slip up enough to straighten it out. For the rest of the number, I slowly slid the slip down when it finally exposed my thong-covered buttocks, I let it slide to the floor, leaving me in demibra and thong only. I slowly turned so that everyone could have a good luck and the song ended.
For the fourth song I played with the fastener at the start, somehow never quite successfully unfastening it. Again, I turned to the groom for assistance. He also wanted to help me by removing my panties, but I removed his hands and shook my finger at the naughty boy. I slowly pulled the shoulder straps off my shoulders but for several phrases, I held the demibra against my breasts. Finally, I relented and allowed it to slide down my arms and then to the floor. After giving them a nice shimmy, I allowed the groom and then the other onlookers to touch my tits. I allowed a little play with my nipples, but when anyone tried to suck them, I would push their head back and shake my finger at them. The first part of the fifth song, I mostly danced topless, part of the time using the scarf as prop, sometimes rubbing my tits with it and sometimes, my pussy. For the second half, I mostly played with the waistband slowly lowering and then quickly pulling it back up. As the end of the number approached, I pulled the waistband below my buttocks and danced like that for a while. Just before the end of the song, I let the best man pull my panties the rest of the way down and off. He put my panties in his pocket. I shook my finger at him but let him keep it. I was totally nude at the start of the sixth song, and for the first part I just danced around shaking different parts of my body at the audience. For the second half I gave brief lap dances to all the participants, starting with the groom and then the best man. The performance ended with me standing in front of the groom, doing a full-up shimmy.
I told him, "You seemed to like that. Do you like this?" as I grasped his manhood through his pants.
I bluntly told him, "If you'd like a BJ, you must remove your pants and undershorts."
He stood and did it, as the other celebrants clapped and catcalled. It only took about two minutes for him to cum in my mouth. I swallowed. I stood up, licking my lips, and said, "Who's next?"
Everyone else dropped their lower garments and formed a queue. Nine oral doses of cum later, I stood up and returned to the groom, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
His eyes got big. They got bigger still when I laid down on the floor, raised my knees, and spread my legs. It took him a full three seconds before he penetrated me and began to pound me. By the time he had finished. A queue had formed. After the tenth guy dropped his load, I was feeling very good. I went to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. It seemed that some of the guys liked chatting with a naked whore. I didn't mind. I was feeling no pain. Just as I was finishing my drink, the best man came up to me and said, "The groom told me he would like another go."
I replied, "He's a little shy, is he?"
The best man said, "Yes."
I continued, "You can tell him, I'm not getting on my back again tonight; however, if he asks nicely, I might get on my hands and knees for him."
In less than a minute, the groom came over, "Miss Cherry, would you mind getting on your hands and knees for me?"
I kissed him and said, "I'd love to."
I assumed the stance, and he quickly stuck it in me. For me, and I think, for him, it was the best sex of the night. Afterward, I noticed a queue of cocks had formed behind me, and I finished the night off with nine more doggy style loads of cum.
I took a chance and went to the bar for another gin and tonic. I noticed that some of the guys were having a quiet conversation without me. I took my drink and began dressing. Just as I was buttoning my blouse, the best man came over and handed me a big pile of Benjamins. I said, "I thought Big Mike already collected."
He replied, "He did. This is your tip. On behalf of everyone here, I am to tell you, "You are absolutely the best entertainment ever for a bachelor party. Thank you."
I gave him a hug, and shouted, "Thank you, everyone."
I left to a standing ovation. I met Big Mike outside as I was going to my car. He gave me my half of the fee for my performance. For a little over four hour engagement, I had collected four-thousand-five-hundred-dollars. I felt great. I was still feeling the afterglow of being fucked twenty times and I had more money than I knew what to do with. After Big Mike told me what a great job I had done and that no one had ever collected two thou for one of these gigs before, I kissed him on the cheek and got in my car for the drive back to the Pi Psi Pi house. I think I could have floated there.
A few weeks later, I did another Friday night bachelor party but only got a fifteen hundred dollar tip. I still got a really good feeling thorough fucking and was paid four thou on top of that. I wasn't complaining.
Then I met Jackson Hodges. Again, I was having a pick and run lunch at the student union. I was sitting at a small table by myself. It seems that as the semester progressed the patronage at the Student Union restaurants got less and less, at least that was true of the cafeteria.
An unexceptional sandy-haired guy with blue eyes mildly asked, "Is this seat taken?", indicating the seat beside me.
I smartly replied, "No, why do you ask?"
He replied, "I thought since you were the prettiest girl here, and no one else was sitting with you, maybe I could."
I felt compassion for the guy, or at least I thought that's what it was.
I reset, "Sure, misery loves company."
He misread me and asked, "You don't look miserable to me."
I replied, "I thought it was written in red letters on my forehead - Doomed to Fail Calculus Test Tomorrow."
He kindly said, "Maybe I can help. I'm pretty good with calculus."
I asked, "Are you taking it, too?"
He looked embarrassed, "I tested out of it, during orientation two years ago."
I replied, "Oh, that's what smart people do. Test out of difficult classes during orientation. Silly me, I pledged instead."
He said, "Oh, you're a sorority girl," not sounding like a compliment.
I responded, "That's not the worst thing that can be said about me."
He apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
I told him, "Apology accepted. Do you still want to help me?"
He admitted, "Yes, I'll still help you."
I explained, "I've got to run to class. Can you come to the Pi Psi Pi house at seven?"
He replied, "Sure. I'll see you then."
I reset, "Better yet, come at six and you can have dinner on my dime."
He agreed, "Better yet. I'll be there at six."
He wasn't sexy; he wasn't particularly good-looking; just guessing, he was probably a nerd; still, I was looking forward to seeing him even without it being my best chance yet to pass calculus. Pi Psi Pi had tutors, but none were particularly good in math, so I was hoping that this was manna from heaven, possibly in more than one way.
Dinner was nice. He was okay as a conversationalist. The biggest problem was that several of my sisters thought he was cute and kept trying to chat him up. We mostly talked about simple things. I learned he was a junior in Computer Engineering. Like me he came from a small town, his family had been farmers, mine both had jobs in a nearby city. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, talking to my sisters but always coming back to me. He was refreshing in that most of my social life was with other Greeks - The Greek guys tended to be aggressive, but some of them were nice, too. After dinner we studied in one of the side meeting rooms of the sorority house. When I had a question he would scan a page or two of my book and then give me an extremely clear answer. He told me what I needed to know and nothing more. Then he would return to the textbook he brought with him - I think it was Computer Architecture, and I would return to the next page or the next problem. After almost three hours, I actually felt like I understood a lot of calculus, at least enough to have a chance of passing in the morning.
I took him to the door and told him, "You have my undying gratitude." I gave him a big kiss and told him the kiss was not to thank him; it was to motivate him to ask me out. I then gave him my cell number. He promised he would call me and asked me to call him if I needed any help with anything mathematical or scientific. He turned to go, then he said, "Wait a minute. First, I need to tell you that you are a good learner and I'm sure you'll be successful tomorrow. Second, I want to invite you to have a celebratory dinner tomorrow night, even though you may not have your score yet."
I said, "I hope you're right about point one, and for point two the answer is you need to tell me what time."
