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“You see, Rob’s parties are almost famous for their party girls. Guys come to get their dicks wet, and girls come to get fucked by half a dozen different guys. But those gals tend to be few and far between, so Rob usually hires help. Call girls, basically. They hang around the second-floor bedrooms. You, my dear, are going into the basement. Rob has all sorts of interesting furniture lying around down there, and you’re going to get the fuckbench. Here, let me show you a picture.” Chloe tapped on her phone for a moment, then showed Hannah the screen. In the center of a remarkably small room, one made sinister through low lighting and scarred wooden flooring, there was something that looked like a low padded table. The cushioning held a shallow hollow in the shape of a spread-eagle body, and thick straps hung down like curtains on each side of the bench’s length. Manacles were chained to the bottom of each leg. Two small tables flanked the bench, one side holding a massive bottle of lube and a basket full of condoms, the other a small tip jar and a wastebasket. As Hannah stared at the screen, Chloe said, “We’ll put you on the bench, get you wrapped up nice and tight, spread your legs as far as they’ll stretch, probably gag you so nobody has to hear any of your whining, and then we’ll let the guys at the party go to town. I’m thinking twenty-five dollars for your pussy, fifty for your ass? That sounds fair. Well, literally any other girl would go for more money, but they aren’t what we’d call fucktoys. They aren’t going to get screwed by literally every guy there. Public use whores are only worth discount prices, you know? You can swallow now, dear.” Hannah closed her eyes and shuddered. Slowly, with extreme reluctance screaming through her expression, Hannah forced herself to gulp down the piss in her mouth. It was indescribably horrible. Tears leaked out her tightly-scrunched eyes. “So that should earn you some money,” Chloe continued cheerfully. “I don’t think it will be enough to earn back all that indian you owe me, though. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give you more opportunities. There’s a room near the campus dining hall that nobody ever uses. Maybe I could have you suck off guys in there? Have you kneel down and offer your mouth to anyone who wants to use it…” Chloe hummed, thinking. “Fifty bucks a pop might be too cheap. But you’re not worth any more, are you? Certainly not a hundred dollars. I’ll have to think about it.” Hannah continued to kneel, silent and still. Her breaths came in short and sharp, strained like she had just finished running, and her eyes weren’t focused on much of anything. “I’ll have you finish eating me out in a second,” Chloe said as she fiddled with her cellphone. “But first I need to send some pictures to Rob. He has to know what his new girl looks like, you know. And he likes to have something to pass along to the rest of the boys. Miranda sits down in the chair next to the sofa, her hands tucked between her legs, obviously nervous. I heard her yelling something about her pussy as he was approaching her. She put her foot on the arm of my chair which allowed me to slide a finger in and it felt good too. Only two more games… “Cum!” Sam cheered. “What’s your problem, anyway,” I growled. They could see it on her face, the anguish of every penetration, and the thought of her self love made every pussy flow. She was just about to get on when one of the guys went up to her and asked her if she’d ‘spot’ him while he lifted some weights. Pressing his face between her meaty thighs. Her ordeal is only beginning though. But here she was, and she already had something in there, making it clear that this was not off limits to him. I went back to college after only one day. Stars bursting across my vision, I threw a look over my shoulder at my brother fucking away at Mom's cunt. Tom was enjoying himself immensely, his cock was fully in my mouth, I was playing with his balls and stroking his cock with my hands. Chapter 2 I was glad I put on those girlish panties. He heard her weeping quietly beside him, gulping and choking over her uncontrollable tears. She filled her eyes with me, every curve and supple crease, every exposure of lewd flesh. She held my head, jacking her hips into my face. So Sam wasn't behind that after all. “What is a Quickie ?” I asked After dessert, everyone had an indian hour or so to go back to their rooms and shower or nap before the fun began. Come over here and feel them. A Saturday morning when Holly stayed in bed late not wanting to be around Roger or even really her mom. As her first orgasm hit I open my mouth wide as I can taking in as much of her scorching juice flow in my mouth and I swallowed every drop that fell into my mouth. I also glanced at the calendar, noting that this coming Monday will be my first paycheck. Hurry up before the water gets cold.” "Do you really mean that baby?" “Do you want it to?” Then a small smile started to creep on her lips.