Big Mistake-[F-14]-nonconsensual/forced-(voyeurism-blowjobs-swallowing-facials-spankings)-part-1 thru 4-of-4_forced

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Big Mistake

Part-1-of-4

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I’m a 23-year old recent college graduate. I went to college in upstate NY and ever since graduating a year and a half ago, I’ve been struggling to find a real job. I was living up at school, hanging around and living with friends. After much begging and pleading and threatening to stop giving me any more money, my parents finally convinced me to move back home. I’ve been home for a few months and still haven’t been able to find a good job, so I finally had to give in and take a job as a hostess/waitress at a local bar near my parent’s house, that caters primarily to the local college crowd.

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After working there a few weeks, the manager asked me if I would be interested in working for their catering company also. Because of the strict alcohol laws in the county, all parties for the college fraternities, sororities, and other groups have to be catered by a certified catering company that is registered with the school. The bar that I worked at, like many in the area, also made a side business out of catering these parties. Basically that means checking ID’s at the door and selling bracelets to those who could drink. I remembered sneaking into a fraternity party or 2-with my friends when I was back in high school and I remembered seeing the catering companies controlling the kegs and stuff. Since the bar only let me work 3 or 4-nights a week, I figured it would be easy extra money.
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I did it for 3 or 4-parties and found that it was really easy. All I had to do was either help the bouncers give out bracelets, or draw beers from the keg tap. Well about 2-weeks ago, the manager asked me if I wanted to work at the Sigma Nu new pledge party. It was a party they were throwing to welcome their new pledge class. It sounded like it would be like the parties I’d already done so I told him I’d do it.
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During the week before the party, while talking to my younger brother who is a junior in college in Colorado, I filled him in on where I’d been working, and that I was going to be working at the Sigma Nu party on Friday night. He told me that James and Charles, 2-of his friends from home were in Sigma Nu. I remembered them but didn’t really like them. They’d been little perverts and jerks since my brother and they were age 14. We didn’t get along at all. When I found out that they were in Sigma Nu, I wasn’t happy that I might see them. When I told him that I was working at the Sigma Nu party he started to freak out. “You are going to work their new pledge party! Barbara, no way, you can’t!”

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“Why not?” I asked, a little surprised because being younger, he’d never tried to boss me around or tell me what to do before.
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“James and Charles tell me about that party every year. There aren’t any girls there. It’s just for the brothers and the new pledges. They hire strippers and skanky girls and go totally nuts. Last year they said one of the strippers had sex with one of the new pledges in the bar room with everyone watching before moving upstairs to one of the rooms.”
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“Well,” I replied, “I’m just going to be serving beers and mixing a few drinks maybe.”
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“Ok whatever, but be careful, and don’t’ say I didn’t warn you,” my brother said.
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When I hung up the phone and thought about it for a minute I tried to picture the Sigma Nu house. But I couldn’t remember ever going there either when I was in high school or home from my college on break. I figured I’d just ask the manager about it if I spoke to him.

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On Friday night I started getting ready to go to work. After showering and shaving my legs and all the ‘necessary’ girl areas, I started to think about what I should wear. After a few moments, I decided to wear what I had worn to the other parties. I wore a pair of my tight blue jeans, a pair of boots, and a normal but tight fitting black spandex top. As usually, because I didn’t know where the parties were the catering guys picked me up.
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On the ride over from the bar to Sigma Nu, Larry one of the bouncers said, “This is supposed to be a wild one.”
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“Really? Why do you say that?” I asked meekly.
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“I worked this party last year,” he answered. “They hired their own shot girls and a couple of strippers who gave a little show towards the end of the night. The guys got smashed and had a lot of fun and we had to break up a few rowdy fights here and there.”
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“Oh! Two guys that are in the house are friends with my brother,” I said. “They told him that it was a crazy party every year. They said something about a stripper last year having sex with a guy at the party and then going upstairs.”
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“Yeah,” the Larry said. “Like I said, they got pretty rowdy doing shots with the shot girls and stuff. We had to drag a few guys away from em and break up a few fights over that, but we had it under control.”
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“Oh ok,” I said. “Just keep an eye on me will ya?”
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“No problem Barbara, don’t worry,” Larry said with a smile.
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When we got there nobody was around yet. It seemed like most of the guys were upstairs getting ready, and we could hear sounds of rap music and TV’s here and there from the floors upstairs. The 1st floor of Sigma Nu was fairly big, it had a large foyer that had a hallway lead away off of the right side of it. Me, Larry and the other bouncers followed that hallway down about 15-feet to a large room, maybe about 50-feet by 20-feet. In the back corner there was a wooden bar about 10-feet long with a wide table behind it. The guys started to set up the keg stations there, and a DJ came and started to set up on the opposite wall. I hung out for a while and just looked around at the fraternity composites on the walls. There were also a lot of sports trophies and it seemed as if a lot of guys in the house were wrestlers, lacrosse, and baseball players. I smiled to myself thinking this could be kinda fun if I didn’t have to see James and Charles, and there were some cute boys around.
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When the guys finished setting up they told me that I didn’t have to help sell bracelets in foyer. After about 20-minutes, some guys started to trickle down and into the room, and the DJ started playing some music. By about 10:00 it seemed as if half the house, about 30-guys, were there, and luckily there was no sign of James or Charles. I was hoping that they were away for the weekend or something, and I loathed the thought of having to make small talk with them while they gave me perverted looks or tried to hit on me.
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We were pouring a lot of beers, and the guys seemed to be having a good time, and were starting to get drunk, when a 2-guys came up to me and Larry. They looked sort of frantic; one of them was tall and cute, with nice blue eyes. I thought I had noticed him in one of the pictures.
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“Listen, we’re the social chairs,” the tall handsome one said, “and we’re in kind of a jam.”
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“What’s going on? Everything looks like its going fine,” Larry said to him.
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“Well, we’re having 2-strippers show up at 11:00 to dance for the guys, but we just got a call that neither of the girls who were supposed to give out shots can’t make it.”
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“Well what do you want us to do about that?” Larry replied with a shrug.
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Both of the guys looked me up and down for a second.
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“Mmmm, well we wanted to know if maybe she would be willing to do it for us? Its just serving shots and a few trays of beers,” the tall cute one said as he turned to me.
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“Please, please, please!” the other social chair added in, as he put his hands together in a begging motion. “We’ll give you an extra $200.”
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I thought about it for a second and looked around the room, “Sure,” I said. “This doesn’t seem too bad anyway. Is it ok Larry? You guys could handle the beers right?”
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Larry shot me a nervous look and turned to the guys and said, “Can you please excuse us for a second.” The guys walked a few feet.
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“Listen to me. I know you don’t think this is so bad, but think about if you really want to do this. These guys are going to get a lot drunker and when the strippers are dancing they are going to be really rowdy, and even rowdier when they leave and there’s no women here for them to hit on.”
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“How bad can it be though? I’ll just be serving shots, I’m used to guys hitting on me or trying to pinch my ass and stuff like that,” I said.
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“Well, it’s up to you really. I’m not gonna lie, I think the shot girls made a ton of money last year in tips, which you can keep of course. But they were letting the guys grope them and give them pecks here and there, and all sorts of wild stuff,” Larry answered.
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“Well, I’m not gonna do that stuff Larry!” I said.
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“Well, they’re gonna try.” he responded. “Plus, they’re not gonna let you wear that,” he added, pointing at my clothes.
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“Well, we’ll see, and don’t worry, I’ll try to control myself,” I said with a girlish and devilish grin. I signaled the social chair guys back over and told them that I’d do it.
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“Great! Thanks!” the taller guy said.
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“When do you want me to start?” I asked.
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Big Mistake

Part-2-of-4

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“Ummm, could you change first and then keep serving beers and hang out and just start serving shots when the strippers get here?” he asked
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“Change into what?” I said a little apprehensively but thanks to Larry’s warning, half expecting it.
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“We have the outfits for the 2-girls who cancelled upstairs, hopefully one of them will fit you, come on follow me,” he said.
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I looked at Larry and gave him a nod that it was ok, as I followed the tall guy out of the party room, down the hallway to the foyer, and up 2-flights of stairs to what I assumed was his room. On the way he introduced himself as Russell and I smiled and told him my name was Barbara.
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When we got to his room, he went over to a bed and pulled a bunch of stuff out of a bag that looked like a bag from our local mall. He turned around and held up in front of him what looked like a black bikini top and some strings. “Do you think this will fit you?” he asked. “The woman in the store said that because it was a string one that it was adjustable,” he added as he handed it to me.

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It was a black bikini top that was too big for me, since I’m only a 34b. “This won’t fit, do you have another one?” I asked.
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He looked back in the bag and pulled out the other one that he had and handed it to me. It was a 34 b. “This top will fit,” I said. “But what about this? You want me to wear this?” I said holding up what supposed to be the bikini bottoms. It was just a small patch of fabric to cover me in the front, and out of that ran 3-black strings that formed a ‘T’ in the back. The kind of garment that some strippers and topless dancers called a t-back and some called a g-string.
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“It’s a g-string,” Russell said. “The girls wore them last year, oh, and we have this too,” he said as he pulled out what looked like a blue Magic Maker.
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“What’s that for?” I asked.
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“Well, it’s for the fraternity, so it’s just a body paint maker. You know, so you can write stuff.”
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I started to get a little nervous and have second thoughts and asked, “What do you intend to write and where?” I said thinking I knew where this was going.
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“Well, you can write whatever you want on your stomach, or arms, but, we were thinking we would write a Sigma symbol and a Nu symbol on you, you know, in the spirit of the fraternity.”
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“Where?” I asked, not liking where this was going.
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“Well, if it’s ok, on your butt?” he said in a soft embarrassed way.
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I had to laugh. This was just too crazy, silly and humiliating. “You mean,” I laughed, “You want me walk around your fraternity party room wear a g-string and with the Sigma Nu letters painted on my ass while I’m serving shots?”
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“Well… yeah,” he answered. Then sensing that I was going to back out, he added, “OK, I’ll give you $250, and don’t forget that you’ll make another $100 or two in tips also.”
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I began to reconsider the whole proposal when I realized that it could also be fun and a little bit of a turn on to do it, plus Larry and the other bouncers would be there so nothing bad could really happen.
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“Ok fine,” I said at last. “Where can I change?”
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When he led me to the bathroom right next door to his room, I went in and locked the door. After taking off my clothes and cleaning myself up a little I tried the suit on. The top fit fine, but I was worried about the bottoms. I slid them on and boy did they seem small. The little ‘V’-shaped patch of fabric just barely covered me in the front and that was it. There was nothing else to them. The strings ran around my hips and in the middle of my back, a string ran down and disappeared into my ass. I felt like I was bottomless. Thank god I was still going kinda regularly to a tanning salon wearing nothing, or I would have had some awful tan lines showing. As it was, I was tan enough to look good in it. If I hadn’t have been shaved, it would be even more embarrassing.

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I realized that I couldn’t walk around barefoot so I put my boots back on. I guess Russell hadn’t exactly thought about footwear. I felt a little silly in my boots, but at least they were black, and came up to just under my knee. After checking myself out in the mirror one last time, I gathered up my clothes and unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped back into the hallway.
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I heard voiced down the hall and between being embarrassed and not knowing anyone, I jumped back into Russell’s room. He was there, along with the other social chair guy. When they saw me come in, they both had ear-to-ear-shit-eating grins.
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“Nice Barbara,” Russell said as he whistled. “That looks perfect! Lemme see the back.”
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I turned around for them and stood there for a minute. When I didn’t hear them say anything after a few seconds I quickly turned back around. Besides having dopey looks on their faces, Russell’s mouth was slightly open and the other guy was just smiling.
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“Barbara,” he finally said, “You look awesome. Thanks again for doing this, I think you are better than both of those other girls that can’t show up as a matter of fact.”
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“Thanks,” I said. “OK, should we go downstairs?”
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“No, you forgot the paint,” Russell said holding up the blue Magic Maker.
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“Oh yeah, I forgot,” I lied.
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“Come over here and let me fix you up,” Russell said.
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When I walked over he kinda grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around. As he knelt down, he took the cap off of the Maker. “Don’t worry,” he laughed, “This stuff washes off.”
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His left hand grabbed my left hip and then I felt the felt tip of the Magic Maker and his hand slide across my left ass check, very slowly. “How is that?” he asked his friend.

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“It looks ok,” he replied, and then added, “Here, use the red one for the other letter.” He handed Russell another Magic Maker and then I felt him do the letter on my right cheek.
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“All done,” he said as he stood up. “Take a look!”
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Walking over to a full-length mirror, I turned around and looked at my ass. As I stared at it I realized how humiliating this really was. My left cheek had a huge Greek letter for Sigma, and my right and huge ‘N’ for the Greek letter ‘Nu.’
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With a resigned sigh, I finally said, “Alright, Let’s go.”

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Taking my clothes, Russell put them in a bag in the corner of his room, and then we walked out into the hall and down the stairs. When we walked into the foyer, the first few guys saw me and erupted in catcalls and whistles. I turned 3-shades of red and felt my skin heat up. “This is going to be interesting,” I thought to myself. When we walked on through the foyer and the guys that were hanging out there saw my ass decorated with their fraternity letters, they erupted in another fit of laughter, clapping, and whistles. I quickly walked ahead of Russell and hurried down the hall to the party room. When I got there, I made a beeline to the bar where I saw Larry serving beer to a bunch of guys. I jumped behind the bar and looked at Larry.
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“So, what do you think?” I asked him as I twirled around, giving him the full effect.
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“Oh my god,” he answered. “For one, I didn’t know that you were going to wear that! And for two, ummm, well I didn’t know that you were going to wear that!”
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I giggled and looked back at the room and realized that there must be 50-guys there now, I didn’t know a single one. Getting embarrassed, I made sure I was facing the room so that none of the guys that hadn’t already seen me would realize that I was wearing a g-string. It was already 10:30 so I figured that I’d better start helping Larry serve beers from the kegs. Luckily, the taps were in front of us so I didn’t have to turn around.
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Everything was going fine until I looked up saw James and Charles, my brother’s lame friends coming across the room. They had obviously spotted me because they were coming straight towards the bar.
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“Hi Barbara,” said James as he sauntered up to the bar. “I didn’t know you worked for these guys,” he said indicating Larry and the other catering guys. I noticed his and Charles’s eyes begin to wander all over my body.
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“Yeah, I’ve been with them for a little while now.” Trying to avoid further conversation, and eager to get his wandering eyes off of my breasts, I said bluntly, “What do you want, a beer?”
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They both answered, “Yes.” I looked down and froze. I was out of cups and the sleeves of cups were back behind me on the table that was behind the bar. Larry had walked away for a minute to chat with the DJ.
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I realized I was going to have to turn around and that James and Charles, who were still gaping at me, were going to see my ass. As quick as I could, I spun around and reached across the table and grabbed 2-sleeves of cups. The cups were on the back of the table, so I had to bend over slightly to reach them. As I did, I heard Charles say, “Holy shit, James check out Barbara!” I spun back around as fast as I could and tried to pretend it was no big deal.
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James, giggling like a kid on Christmas morning, and then trying to look deadly serious said, “Barbara, who wrote our fraternity letters one your ass?” Then, unable to keep a straight face, he burst out laughing.
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“Barbara, I’d never have thought in a million years that I’d ever be able to see you like that, let alone at our party!”
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“Calm down boys,” I said coldly, “I’m just working here tonight for a little extra cash because your other shot girls aren’t showing up, so gimme a break”
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“Wait,” Charles said, “You’re our shot girl tonight? No way.” Then he started giggling uncontrollable too.

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“Why, it’s not big deal?” I answered.
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“Oh yes it is,” grinned Charles. “You’re gonna have to walk all around the room wearing that.”
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By now, other guys were in line behind them wanting beers too, so James and Charles had to move along which was fine with me. For the next half hour or so, guy after guy would come up to the bar and flirt with me or try to hit on me. Larry shot them a nasty look for me once in a while, but some of them were very cute and looked muscular, so I didn’t mind the attention actually.
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The strippers were late but eventually showed up. They looked a little older than me, but they were both tall and very good-looking. They had a very scary looking bodyguard with them. He was wearing a black-leather jacked and looked like a convict. But I guess that’s the point, no one would mess with the girls with him around. A few brothers started arranging folding chairs around the outside of the room. After a few minutes it looked like they were almost ready to start.
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Big Mistake

Part-3-of-4

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Russell came over to me and asked, “Are you ready to start walking around with shots and beers?” When I said yes, he brought out a tray, a ton of paper shot cups, and a few bottles. I helped him fill them with cold Yeigermister and Southern Comfort. When the tray had about 15-shots on it, Russell looked at me and said, “Well Barbara, you’re on.”

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I looked around the room and saw that the DJ had put on some hip-hop dance music. Then he picked up the mike, and introduced the strippers, who immediately started dancing. The room erupted in applause. Almost all of the brothers were now sitting around the room facing the dance floor. Russell signaled to the DJ, and he grabbed the mike again and announced, “Ok, guys, in addition to our lovely dancers, welcome our lovely shot girl and bartender, Barbara!” The guys looked in my direction and cheered like a bunch of school kids.
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“Ok, here goes,” I said. Because it was kinda heavy, I took the tray in both hands and walked into the rectangular ring of chairs. As I made my way around the room, I could feel eyes staring at me. But they were all so pre-occupied looking at the 2-strippers that other than give me a big smile as I handed out the shots they left me alone. I had walked about half way around the room when I got to James and Charles. They each took a shot and as I walked away I heard James say, “Damn look at that ass.” I thought he was talking about one of the strippers for a second and then I felt …SMACK… James smacked me across my ass as I walked away. A few of the guys sitting around them started laughing when I turned around and gave James a nasty look and said, “Quit it!”
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“Oooooh!” one of the guys said, when they saw I looked pissed.

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“Not gonna get any tips that way,” Charles said. I kept walking around the room and finally got back to the bar and Larry, who seemed mesmerized looking at the strippers. He looked at me with a smiled and said, “Now, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
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“No, but that guy James smacked my butt! Did you see that?” I said.
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“Yeah,” he answered, “But I expect you might get more of that as the guys keep drinking.”
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“I could use a drink myself I think,” I said as I slammed back one of the shots left on my tray. I looked over at the strippers, just as and a new song came on. They now had their tops off and were wearing nothing but bikini tops and their mini skirts. I grabbed a tray of beers that Larry and Russell had set up and walked around the room again with it. Guys took them here and there. After giving out a few, one of the guys grabbed one from the tray, and stuck out his hand with a dollar bill in it. Before I could protest or move away, he rubbed his hand and the bill all over my ass. And then he stuck the bill in the back of my g-string and said, “Thanks Barbara.”
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When Larry saw what happened, he looked at me and mouthed, “Are you ok?” I nodded yes, as I kept walking. After that every few guys or so started doing the same thing, rubbing my ass and stuffing the bill in my g-string. The strippers were now topless and the guys were getting horny so their hands were all over my ass. When I got back to James and Charles again, Charles looked at all the bills in my g-string and said, “Look’s like Barbara’s gotten into the spirit of it now,” and then he leaned forward, slipped a bill into my g-string, and gave me a kiss on my right butt cheek. Startled, I jumped forward and almost dropped the tray. I couldn’t believe it; my brother’s disgusting sleazy friend had just kissed my bare ass. I was so angry and to make matters worse, when I looked back at him and saw the looks on his and James’s faces, I saw nothing but lust. There were 2-gorgeous topless strippers dancing just a few feet from them, but they were just as turned on, maybe more, by me. I have to admit, although I hated them, it made me feel pretty good.
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I kept walking around the room, but ran out of beers before I got back to the bar. Larry had laid out another tray of shots, but when I walked up he said, “Give the guys a break for a few minutes.” Taking advantage of the break, I took all the money out of my g-string and counted it, $23. Not bad, I thought as I gave it to Larry to hold for me.
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I looked down at the tray and then at Larry and said, “Wanna do a shot with me?”
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“Sure,” he replied as we each picked one up and tossed it back.
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As we waited, catching a break for a few minutes, the brothers occasionally came up to the bar for more beers. Russell walked up and asked me to do a shot with him too, so I did. Afterwards I started drinking a beer too, and by the time I was done with that, I was definitely starting to get buzzed. A new song came on, Salt & Pepper’s ‘Lets Talk About Sex’ I think, and the strippers, now wearing only g-strings, started dancing around the room and interacting with the guys a little bit.
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The girl’s bouncer moved forward out of the darkness, so that he could be seen clearly by all the guys. He announced in a loud voice above the music, “Do not touch the girls unless you ask them or they say you can, or else we’re gonna have a problem.” It was so the guys, who were starting to get rowdier, wouldn’t get outa hand with the dancers, and it seemed to work.
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Larry said, “You better make another round,” so I grabbed the tray and made another around. This time, the guys were definitely getting more comfortable grabbing my ass and legs, and making crude remark, but they were also getting more generous with the tips. They would hand me a few bucks, and then lean forward as I walked by and give me a kiss on the ass like Charles had done. They were tipping the strippers $5’s and $10’s here and there if the strippers sat on their lap and grinded against them a bit. The guys were talking shots off the tray like there was no tomorrow so I didn’t even make it halfway around the room.
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By the time my tray was empty, I must have had $50-worth of tips in my g-string. Feeling good and very buzzed, I figured I’d walk back to the bar right across the middle of the room. The strippers were now flirting and dancing for the brothers individually so they were no longer dancing in the middle anyway. Russell and a few other brothers were watching me instead of the strippers, and when I got to the middle of the room they started whistling and chanting for me to dance. I looked seductively back over my shoulder at them, and then I looked down over my own shoulder at my own ass and then back at them and gave it a little wiggle back and forth to the music. This caused a huge explosion of whistles and catcalls from the guys. Feeling the blood rush to my face and my heart flutter, I suddenly felt very turned on. But it was more than that, I also felt very erotic and empowered. I dropped the empty tray, making a loud sound to get everyone’s attention, and then I started dancing like the strippers had done. Knowing that I wasn’t really a stripper, the guys went nuts, whistling and cheering even more. Even the strippers stopped for a second to looked at me. To my surprise, they smiled and nodded their approval.
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I don’t recognize it, but some hip-hop song was playing when I saw that James had a stripper on this lap. He was looking at me, and seemed to be in heaven. After about a minute or two, I figured I’d better stop and go back to the bar. I turned my back on the row where James and Charles were and slowly bent over to pick up my tray, making sure to keep my legs straight. Wow! What a reaction that got.
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When I got back to Larry, I noticed that he had a bulge in his jeans and that he seemed to be sweating a little bit.
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“You looked like you were having fun out there,” he laughed.
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“I was,” I said as I did another shot. Then making sure that I rubbed my ass against him, I slid past him and went behind the bar.
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After a few more songs, the strippers took their bottoms off, and were now fully nude except for their high heels. They were all over the room giving lap dances for $20. It was about midnight I think, when one of the strippers came up to me and said, “You’re really good, do you want to dance some more?” By now I was drunk and still very turned on from my last dance so I agreed.
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She took my hand and led me into the middle of the room and started dancing with me. I felt her breasts and legs rubbing up against my back and legs, as we danced. When the guys saw the stripper rubbing her naked body against my almost naked body they went bonkers. As they whistled and cheered, we danced faster and faster, occasionally I’d even drop to the floor and wiggle around a bit. After a few minutes I really started getting into it. This was a lot more fun than when I danced for my old boyfriend and his friend for some reason.
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We were really hamming it up. We stood side-by-side, and bent over at the same time, gyrated on the floor and had a blast. Every once in a while I would look over at Charles and James, who were sitting in utter awe with their jaws hanging open. During the second song, I felt the stripper I was dancing with put her hands on my back and grab the strings of my top. Before I could say anything or stop her, she gave it a quick tug and yanked it away. The room erupted in cheers when suddenly there I was, topless in front of the entire Sigma Nu fraternity, and my brother’s friends, dancing in a g-string. After seeing my breasts, James and Charles each jumped out of their seats and onto the floor joking around and making a bowing motion. Even though I despised them, they made me laugh.
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Laughing, the stripper threw my top to James, who immediately stuffed it in his pocket. I danced around topless, sensuously rubbing my chest and butt for the guys from time to time. I was really starting to enjoy this. When the song ended and the next song came on, the stripper I was dancing with walked over to the guys and resumed giving lap dances. I looked over and saw that Larry had brought another round of beers on a tray around the room for me. Being alone in the middle of the room, and not knowing really what to do, I walked to the side of the room and started talking to Russell, who was now sitting on the perimeter also.
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“Hi,” I said. “This is actually a lot of fun.”
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“Barbara,” he said, “You’re amazing. You’re as good and as hot as those other girls,” motioning toward the strippers who were each busy sitting on some brother’s lap. “How bout giving me a dance?” he blurted out with a grin.
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Blushing, I said, “Well what do I get for it if I do?”
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Not knowing that I was totally hot for him and would have done it for free, he said, “Ummm, well I’ll give you $20, just like those other girls.”
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I said, “Ok.”
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Big Mistake

Part-4-of-4

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I spread his legs and turned around and sat on his crotch. I felt him getting hard within seconds after I started gyrating and grinding to the music. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me harder into him. I got up, turned around, and moved between his legs, facing him and started dancing right in front of him. By now I was oblivious to everyone else in the room, including James and Charles who were sitting right behind me across the room, but watching my every move. After a little couple of minutes, I put my right leg over his leg, and then straddled him. When he looked up at me with his baby blue eyes, he looked so hot that I started gyrating again as I leaned forward into him.
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His open mouth was on my chest in a flash, warm and sensual. I pulled quickly away trying to tease him. The song ended and I slid back on Russell’s legs a little and then moved back forward and ground my crotch against his really hard cock one last time. I started to ‘dismount’ from Russell, but as I did, the worst thing happened. The front of my bikini must have gotten caught on his belt buckle because when I stood up, SNAP! The flimsy string broke off the patch of fabric in the front. I guess I had tied the side knot so tightly out of paranoia, that instead of coming undone, it broke.
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Still oblivious to everyone else in the room except Russell, I grabbed my bottoms, turned around and held them up to look at them.
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I heard James yell, “Holy shit!”

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And then Charles added, “Yeah boy!”
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I looked down, then around the room, then at them. They had a direct front on view of me, now bottomless too. I got into the habit of trimming my hair down there very short, so the bottom of my lips was slightly visible too. Not knowing what to do, I turned back around and handed my bottoms to Russell.
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“Here,” I said. “You can keep these now I guess.”
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He handed me $20 and not having anywhere else to put it, I stuck it in my boot.
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Now, buck naked, like the strippers, I went back to the bar and slammed back another shot.
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I stood next to Larry looking around the room. Not knowing if he was crossing the line or not, Larry reached around me and put his hand on my ass and kept it there. Smiling, I looked at him and said, “Oh ok, Mr. ‘Look, I don’t think you should do this’ now wants to join in the fun.”

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He looked at me sheepishly and said, “Well the other guys were, so I thought maybe … I’m sorry, is it cool?”
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“Yeah, it’s fine,” I giggled.
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He slid his middle finger deep into the crack of my ass and just left it there. After a few more songs, the stripper’s bouncer announced that they would be done in 10-minutes. The guys, all completely smashed by now, seemed upset. When I saw James motioning me over to him, there was not a stitch of clothes in sight that I could even put on. But I knew that if I ignored him he would just come over to me anyway, so I walked across the room. As I did, the DJ picked up the mike and yelled, “Ok fellas, Barbara’s on the prowl now for the last 10-minutes!” With both hands I waved him off and shook my head in a ‘no, no’ type fashion. Drawing boos from the guys.
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When I got to James, I stood facing him, wearing nothing but my birthday suit and a pair of boots and asked as rudely as I could, “What do you want?”

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“Hey, you gave Russell a dance, how bout me?” he asked with a boyish grin.
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Thinking fast I lied, “I only danced for Russell because he gave me $100.” Big mistake for like the 15th time, without batting an eye he reached into his pants and fished out a stack of bills.
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“OK, here, here’s $200,” he said. “Give me and Charles both a dance.”
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I had danced for Russell because he was cute, and I had my bottoms on also, but James had caught me. I didn’t know what do to.
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“No,” I said. “I danced for Russell because he was hot, I’m only dancing for you for $200 each.” I thought I had him. Being drunk, I had forgotten that James’s family was very, very wealthy.
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“Fine,” he said as he peeled off another $200.
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Damn, I thought. Oh well, fuck it, what the heck; after all it was $400.
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“Fine,” I said through clenched teeth. He handed me the money and I stuffed it in my boot as the next song came on.
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Turning my back on James, I tried to sit down on his lap, but he’d spread his legs so I found myself sitting on his crotch. He was wearing a pair of khaki’s and I could feel him moving through them. He was already rock hard. He grabbed my hips with both hands as I started to grind into him to the music. After a few seconds, I felt him reach down with one hand into his pants and position his dick so that it was better positioned in between my ass cheeks. I continued to grind him, not daring to get up and turn around. I knew if I did that he would start sucking my breasts. After about a minute, I felt him reach up with both hands and put them on my breasts. I looked up and saw that the stripper’s bouncer was busy watching them and that Larry, enjoying this a little too much, was just looking at me and smiling.
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James’s hands were all over me after that, grabbing and squeezing my breasts, rubbing my belly and my ass. I was dying for the song to end so I could stop.
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He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Barbara, I want you to blow me and Charles right now or else the next time I come over I’m going to tell your brother and your parents what you did in front of my whole fraternity.” My veins went ice cold. I felt sick.
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“You would not!” I yelled back at him. I turned around and looked into his eyes, then at Charles.
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“Yup, I will,” he laughed evilly. “Now do it!”
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I thought about it for a second and said, “Listen, if I do it how do I know you wont tell them anyway?”
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“I wouldn’t tell because then it would be embarrassing for me too. Listen, you’ll just have to take my word for it.”
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I knew him and he was such an asshole that he would definitely tell them. I didn’t know what do to. I’d been turned on all evening, but I hated these guys and couldn’t believe what he wanted me to do in front of everybody.
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The song ended and a new one came on. I figured from what the stripper’s bouncer said that this was probably going to be the last song anyway, so taking a deep breath, I stood up and turned around. “Ok, here goes James,” I said, “If you’re lying and tell my family anyway, I’m seriously going to kill you.”
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Reluctantly I dropped to my knees, grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. As I did, I heard Charles open his zipper too. Reaching into his fly, I grabbed for James’s dick. I cringed when I touched it. It was sweaty, wet on the tip, and small. At least I wouldn’t gag I thought. I pulled his dick through his fly and looked at it. By this time everyone in the room had realized what was going on. Trying not to think about it, I opened my mouth and leaned forward.
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The music was blaring, drunken guys were all around, the lights were dim and then it just happened. My brother’s friend James, who I had hated for years, had his dick in my mouth. His dick twitched the second it was in my mouth and he groaned and started moving his hips. I heard the room erupt louder than it had all night. Trying to get it over with as quickly as possible, I started bobbing my head up and down as fast as I could. Although James seemed turned on, he was obviously so drunk that I started to worry that it would take a while.
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By now everyone had gotten up and was crowding around us watching. I heard brothers fighting to get a better view. I had my eyes open and I saw a few flashes start to go off, but not knowing what they were, I kept sucking. All of the sudden, James stood up unexpectedly and so did Charles, who had his dick out now also. I looked up at both of them, and James pointed down and indicated that I should keep going. As I resumed blowing James, Charles moved in also, and started rubbing his dick on my face. I saw more flashes come from behind me.
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Angrily I looked up at James and said, “You have a small dick,” as I turned and started to blow Charles instead.

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Hearing that, the brothers gave a collective, “OOOOOHHHH SHIT!”

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Charles was bigger than James’s and actually had a very nice dick. After a few seconds and I guess feeling humiliated, James thrust his dick forward towards my mouth again. I stopped sucking Charles and not really knowing what I was doing, I grabbed one of their dicks in each hand and started to jerk them off instead. They were both very hard. I looked back over my shoulder at the brothers who were gawking and cheering in disbelief. By now, even Larry, the strippers, and their bouncer were all crowding around watching.
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All of a sudden a chant broke out “Take em both, take em both, take em both!” Losing control I pulled their dicks together so that they were touching at the heads and opened my mouth as wide as I could and took both of them in at the same time. My lips stretched, my head bobbed, the chanting continued.
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So here I was on what started out as a simple catering job had somehow turned into me buck naked, sucking off my brothers 2-friends both at the same time in front of their whole fraternity. I was humiliated, excited, and turned on all at the same time.
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But it was too hard sucking them both at the same time, so I stopped and moved back and forth, alternating between first on and then the other. I’d jerked off one while I was sucking.
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Finally, after about 3-minutes I heard James say, “I’m gonna cum.” Then he pulled himself out of my mouth and started shooting what must have been a gallon of cum. Like a missile, his hot cum hit my face, my hair, my breasts, while I continued to jerk off Charles. Before I could recoil in disgust, Charles jerked out and started cumming right after James stopped. He hit my face with 2-big shots before I quickly got him back in my mouth and started to gulp and swallow it. The brothers went nuts again.
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When Charles was spent too I stopped and looked around, completely out of breath and sweating, and a completely disgustingly messy. I stood up, and the DJ yelled over the mike, “Lets give a big hand for Barbara!” I looked at Larry and he was just shaking his head and smiling. I looked down at my chest, and saw cum running down my left breast and onto my nipple. Charles looked at me and gave me a wink.
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Russell grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room and down the hallway and into the foyer, followed closely by Larry. He now seemed really worried, I guess figuring that although things had already gotten way out of hand, it could get worse if he didn’t get me out of there. We went upstairs and Russell led me to the bathroom next to his room. He looked at the cum that was still all over my face and chest, and gave me a towel to clean up. I quickly jumped into the shower and scrubbed it all off. Still with no clothes, I went back into Russell’s room.
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I waited there while Larry and the other guys broke down the kegs and loaded the stuff back into the truck. Then Larry came back in and said, “I’ll take her home.” When Russell paid me and I tried to give him a kiss goodbye he must have remember what my face and lips had looked like a few minutes earlier, because he turned his face aside so I kissed him the cheek.
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I followed Larry down the stairs and out of the house, getting whistles and, “yeah baby!” from every guy we passed. When Larry got me home, I went straight to bed and immediately passed out. I woke up the next morning with an awful hangover.

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A few days later my brother called me. I was petrified, hoping and praying he hadn’t spoken to James or Charles, and if so, hopping they hadn’t told him anything. After a few minutes, he said, “So, James said you had fun Friday night at Sigma Nu”

I froze. “Yeah it was fun, I saw them there. Why, what did he say about me?”
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“Oh, they said they didn’t really hang out with you, because you were working the bar the whole time, but they said they thought you had fun.”
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“Yeah, that’s right,” I said nervously.
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“Did you happen to see what else happened at the end of the night?” my brother asked.
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“No why?” I said, starting to shake.
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“Oh good. I’m glad you weren’t there for that. James said that one of the slutty strippers gave him and Charles an amazing blowjob right in front of everybody!”
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“Yuck, gross!” I said. “You’re right, I’m glad I wasn’t there for that!”

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The end… But not really…see book II...
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Big Mistake-[F-15]-nonconsensual/forced-(m/s incest-voyeurism-blowjobs-swallowing-facials-spankings)-part-1 thru 4-of-4

Big Mistake-II

Part-1-of-4

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Hi my name is Barbara and I’m a 23-year old recent college graduate. I went to college in upstate NY and ever since graduating a year and a half ago, I’ve been struggling to find a real job. I was living up at school, hanging around and living with friends. After much begging and pleading and threatening to stop giving me any more money, my parents finally convinced me to move back home. I’ve been home for a few months and still haven’t been able to find a good job, so I finally had to give in and take a job as a hostess/waitress at a local bar near my parent’s house, that caters primarily to the local college crowd.

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After working there a few weeks, the manager asked me if I would be interested in working for their catering company also. Because of the strict alcohol laws in the county, all parties for the college fraternities, sororities, and other groups have to be catered by a certified catering company that is registered with the school. The bar that I worked at, like many in the area, also made a side business out of catering these parties. Basically that means checking ID’s at the door and selling bracelets to those who could drink. I remembered sneaking into a fraternity party or 2-with my friends when I was back in high school and I remembered seeing the catering companies controlling the kegs and stuff. Since the bar only let me work 3 or 4-nights a week, I figured it would be easy extra money.
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I did it for 3 or 4-parties and found that it was really easy. All I had to do was either help the bouncers give out bracelets, or draw beers from the keg tap. Well, I made the mistake of working at a Sigma Nu frat party. When I agreed to work there, I’d forgotten that James and Charles, 2-of my brother, Brian’s friends were in Sigma Nu. They’d been little perverts and jerks since my brother and they were age 14. We didn’t get along at all. When I found out that they were in Sigma Nu, I wasn’t happy that I might see them there. Well, thanks to little jerks, things got out of hand and working turned into dancing and more…much more. Things I hoped would stay in the frat house.

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About a month later my brother, Brian came home from Colorado for the weekend. He was upstairs getting ready to go out and I was eating lunch in the kitchen with my dad when the doorbell rang. My mom answered the door and in walked in James and Charles to pick my brother up.
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“Hi Mr. Sanders,” James said to my dad, then turning to me smiled and added, “Oh, hey Barbara.”
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I ignored him.
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“Hey James, hey Charles!” my dad replied. “Long time no see. What have you boys been up to?”
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“Not much, the usual, causing trouble and trying to graduate,” Charles said chuckling.
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“Brian tells me that you guys have had quite a few great frat parties. I hope you guys are keeping your grades up.”
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As my brother walked into the kitchen, James said, “Yeah we are, and that’s not the only thing we’re keeping up, check this out Mr. Sanders”
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My dad had always had a very good relationship with all my brother’s friends, and he was always kidding and joking around with them about sex and girls, though usually though not in front of me.
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Grinning, James pulled something from his coat pocket and handed it to my dad.
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“My god!” My dad said, “You lucky son of a bitch, who’s this lucky, or should I say unlucky lady?”
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I looked up from my sandwich, alarmed, cheeks flushing bright red, fearing the worst. It was a picture, 2 or 3-actually. I held in a gasp as I realized it was a picture of me from their party!
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My dad handed them to my brother, Brian who quickly yelled, “Damn, is that the girl from the party you told me about?”
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“Yup, that’s her all right,” James said, “See, there’s one of me, one with Charles, and one with both of us.”
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“What is it?” I said, trying to keep my legs from shaking as I stood up and walked over to my brother.
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He was looking at a picture of me, taken from behind so that you couldn’t see my face. I was on my knees, completely naked except of for my boots. Only the back of my head, back, ass, and back of my legs were visible. On my ass, on each check, were painted the letters of their fraternity, the Greek symbol for Sigma was on my left cheek, and an ‘N’ for Nu was on my right. James had his pants open and I was kneeling on front of him. You could tell that I was giving him a blowjob by the way my head was positioned in front of his crotch. Brian flipped through, looking at the other 2-pictures. They were both pictures of me. One was a picture with Charles, and the other of both of them standing next to each other.
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“That chick has one sexy butt,” my dad said peering over my shoulder. “Barbara, don’t look at those.”
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“These are awesome,” Brian laughed. “Can I keep these? I’m gonna use them later in the bathroom.”
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I was shocked that my brother would say something like that in front of my dad and me. They were joking around and cackling like a bunch of jocks taking about girls. Then it sunk in, my brother was going to jack off while looking at picture of my ass. At a picture of me blowing his friend. I almost threw up and passed out at the same time.
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“Yeah sure,” James said. “The guy in our house that took them made a bunch of copies.”
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As I walked out of the kitchen and headed for my room, I heard Charles say, “Geeze, what’s with her?”
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When I got to my room, my mind was racing. What was I going to do? I heard Brian come upstairs and go into his room, come out and go back down stairs. In a few minutes I heard their car pull away as he and his friend’s left.
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How did I get myself into this mess, I thought as I started to cry. I quickly took a shower and put on a tight pair of jean shorts and a dark gray t-shirt. Trying to relax, I stayed in my room and waited until I heard my brother came home. I knew he would be home by dinner and sure enough, at around 5:30 he came back to the house alone.
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After tiptoeing quietly downstairs, I snuck out of the house. Outside, I jumped in my car and headed over to Sigma Nu. My plan was to talk to James and Charles and make them give me copies of all the pictures of me.
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It took me a while to find their fraternity house, since I had only been there once and had only a foggy memory of where it was. When I found it and pulled into their driveway, I noticed a lot of cars were in their parking lot. I realized then that they must have been having dinner.
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When I got out my car I noticed that it was now getting dark and that it was much colder than it had been earlier in the day. I was still wearing my shorts and a t-shirt, and I got cold right away. After seeing all the cars, I was nervous for a minute about going into the house. Then I thought about my brother and other guys jacking off while looking at a picture of me giving a blowjob, and I knew I had to deal with this. So, I took a deep breath and strode resolutely into the house and went looking for James or Charles. As I walked through their foyer, I saw 2-guys coming down the stairs. They seemed to be headed towards the hallway. I seemed to remember that the hallway led to the room that we had the party in, the room that I had danced in.

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When they saw me they stopped.
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“Hey, that’s the chick from our Pledge Party,” stammered the short fat blond one.
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The guy with him said, “Yeah, that’s her. Your name’s Barbara right?”
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“Yeah,” I said. “Have you seen James or Charles?”
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“Its dinnertime, so I think they’re in the dining room,” the short fat guy said. “Do you remember me?”
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I looked at him for a second and shook my head no.
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“Barbara, come on,” he said laughing with an ear-to-ear shit-eating grin on his face. “You gave me a shot and then I licked your ass. I thought we had something.”

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When I noticed that he was staring at my chest, I looked down and realized that the cold outside had made my nipples hard and that they were poking through my thin t-shirt.
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Seeing me look down and noticing that I was visibly embarrassed about it, the other guy said, “Come on, we’ve already seen your breasts.”
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I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and my skin get hot as I remembered myself, gyrating, wearing nothing but a g-string, in front of these gross of the Sigma Nu guys.
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“Fuck off!” I snapped as I turned away and headed down the hallway towards their dining room.
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When I entered I saw 4 or 5-round tables with about 5 or 6-guys at each table eating dinner. I scanned the room and saw Charles on the other side and made a beeline straight for him. As I crossed the room I heard a few whistles and behind me I heard the blond fat guy that I’d just been talking to say, “Hey guys, check it out, she’s back.”
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Trying to ignore the now blatant stares, whistles, and snide remarks, I walked over to Charles.

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Big Mistake-II

Part-2-of-4

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“What the fuck is your problem,” I almost screamed as I pointed a finger in his face and tried to act tough. Then I saw that Charles too, was looking right at my chest. I looked down again and realized that my nipples were still hard and were jutting through my t-shirt.
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“You’re an asshole,” I said and then turning and looking at the rest of the room yelled, “You guys are all assholes.” All my little tirade did was cause more laughter and catcalls. I was so angry that I almost started crying.
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My voice quivering with both fear and anger, I stammered, “Charles, bastard, you have to give me those pictures, all of them. I’m not some stripper or some fucking slut that doesn’t give a shit. I’m thinking of applying to law school and getting a real job, I can’t have you sleaze balls having them.”
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“Barbara, calm down,” Charles said soothingly. “Listen, you can’t even tell it’s you in the pictures your brother has. In fact, in most of them you can’t tell it’s you.”
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“You mean there are more than those?” I stammered, trying to sound indignant.
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Charles looked almost ashamed, barely, but he just couldn’t contain his smile, “Well, um … yeah, there’s a bunch, maybe 15, maybe 20-of you and James and me.”
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“I want them all, the negatives too, or whatever the hell you took them with, erase them. Delete them, or whatever the fuck you have to do,” I said to Charles as calmly as I could.
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“Barbara, its not that simple,” Charles explained. “We’d a deal, we wouldn’t tell your brother or your family, and we didn’t. What can I do if a frat brother of mine took a few pictures, and is circulating them and you can’t even tell it’s you from most of them? Lighten up!”
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“Who the fuck took them?” I demanded.
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I caught my breath when a well-built broad shoulders jock stood up and said, “I did.” That was all my mind could comprehend as my lust kicked into over drive. Damn, I thought, no man had a right to be so overwhelmingly sexy. Not that he was traditionally handsome. His appeal came from a rugged strength that I rarely encountered in college boys. The broad shoulders that I so admired tapered into narrower hips and a firm ass that had me itching to test their feel. He must have been about 6-foot, 228lbs, dark wavy hair...brown eyes... and a square, stubborn jaw. As I stared at him, he added, “I’m sorry, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself at the time.”

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This brought a few whistles from the room.

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“Listen, Barbara,” Charles said, “Let’s talk about this upstairs.”
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Charles got up, and I followed him out of the dining room and into the hallway. The gorgeous guy who had taken the pictures followed us out too. I nervously followed Charles down the hall and up the staircase to the third floor and into what I assumed was his and James’s room.
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When we walked in James was sitting there talking on the phone. He looked up at Charles, saw me and the photographer guy and hung up the phone.
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“Ok, hand them over,” I demanded. “All the copies, and you,” I said turning to the photographer guy, “You! Show me your computer and delete them all.”
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All 3-of them looked at me like I had 2-heads. I suddenly realized that my tough chick routine wasn’t working. My demands were falling on deaf ears. James got up and walked over to a desk, pulled up a stack of pictures and handed them to me.
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When I flipped through them, I saw that a few of them were similar to the ones that James and Charles had shown my brother and my dad, but a few of them were different. In a few of them, the photographer used an angle where the picture showed my face, with my mouth open and Charles, or James’s (I couldn’t tell) dick in my mouth. In a few you could see my face with my mouth open and my tongue sticking out licking one of their balls. To make matters even worse, in most of them I was smiling, although I don’t remember doing that at all.
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Needless to say, I freaked out!
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I couldn’t let my brother, dad, my future husband, and classmates, see me with my tongue out licking some guy’s balls. I almost started crying again, but instead I looked up and tried to talk to them.
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“Let me have ‘em,” I said.
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James looked at me and said, “No way Barbara. If you want these back you’ll have to do something for us to earn them.”
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“What the fuck do you want me to do,” I snarled, still trying to sound tough, but realizing my toughness was fading fast.
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The hunky looking photographer guy quickly spoke up, “Well, being that I didn’t’ get what James and Charles got, I think at a minimum I should get the same treatment, then maybe I’ll think about deleting the folder that I have of you Barbara.”
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Then James laughingly chimed in, “Barbara, I have a picture of you, with your eyes looking into the camera and smiling while you were licking my balls. I ain’t giving that up unless you fuck the shit out of me.”
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As I stood there not knowing what to do, thought about my future, my family, and the pictures whirled recklessly through my mind. I finally resignedly asked, “Ok, what do you want me to do to get them all back?”
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The 3-of them looked at each other, then moved away from me and started whispering in each other’s ears.
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After about a minute the photographer guy said, “Well, if you fuck us at least 3-times each, we’ll give you everything back.”
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“No way,” I blurted out angrily, “I’d rather have my stupid brother jacking off to me blowing you than fuck any of you assholes!”
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“OK, OK, OK, calm down, “ Charles said, “How bout you blow us 3-times each then, whenever we want to, up to 3-times?”
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I stood there pondering my predicament. In one night of stupidity I’d screwed up my whole life. Now my brother’s 2-best friends had pictures of me sucking their dicks, smiling and wearing nothing but a g-string. I’d already given 2-of them blowjobs and the photographer guy was kinda built and good-looking, so I thought, what the hell. “OK, fine,” I sighed resignedly, “I’ll give each of you 3-blowjobs each, but no … and I emphasize the no …fucking.”
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“Awesome,” the hunky photographer guy sang out as he dropped his pants and pulled out his dick.
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“Barbara,” he said, “I’ll delete whatever you want, just take off those shorts, and suck my dick”
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When I looked at James and Charles, they both nodded their heads in agreement. I had tears in my eyes when I looked down at the photograph’s dick and realized that I didn’t even know his name. I also realized that my nipples hard again.
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As I dropped to my knees and moved my head towards his dick, I saw a little bit of pre-cum on the head his dick near the pee hole. Before I could take it in my mouth he said, “Wait, peel that shirt and shorts off.”
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When I looked up at him, the tip of his dick brushed against the bottom of my chin for a second. Reaching for the sides of my shirt, I obediently pulled it over my head and off. My nipples froze, standing erect at attention. Feeling ashamed embarrassed, and humiliated, I reached for my belt. As I opened my buckle, I turned and looked at Charles and James. They had both already unzipped their pants and had their dicks out too. I tugged down on my shorts, slid them down my legs to my knees. Tugging, I pulled my shorts under each knees, down my calves and over my feet. Shamefully I was now naked in front of 3-guys with their dicks out.
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Resolutely I look at them and then at the hunky photographer guy and said, “Ok, this is the first one.”
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Reaching out I grabbed his dick and looked at it for a second, the tip of it was already a little wet with pre-cum. With my other hand I rubbed it off.
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"Barbara," he laughed, "Why are you even bothering to do that, I'm just going to cum in your mouth in a couple of minute."
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Hearing that, I shivered all over, but there was no turning back now. I had to get them to give me the pictures they had of me, and if I did this in a few hours it would all be over. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and let it slide between my lips and into my mouth. He had a normal sized dick, and within seconds I was talking him all the way in. The first thing I noticed was his musky smell even though it was a clean smell. In the current condition of his cock, it fit completely inside my mouth with his balls resting against my chin. Then I felt his cock starting to grow and get harder and I thought how good his cock felt as it was filling my mouth. Possessively, he held my head still and slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth. By now I wasn't really resisting, I even started to like the feeling of his cock in my mouth.
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"Oh my god this is good," he moaned. Without stopping, I opened my eyes and looked up at him and saw that he had eyes closed too. I closed my eyes again and started bobbing my head faster and faster as I sucked him as hard as I could. I wanted to get this first one over with as fast as I could. I had a guy’s dick in my mouth, and I didn't even know his name.
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Big Mistake-II

Part-3-of-4

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After about a minute felt him grab the back of my head and began pushing my mouth further down his shaft. Then he twisted his fingers in my hair and slowed me down. In a slow rhythmic way, he forced my head down and held me there, making me keep his entire dick in my mouth. And then he would ease up and let my head back.
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Maybe 3-minutes had passed when I heard him say, "Oh god, I'm gonna cum."
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Almost immediately I felt him shoot a big glob of cum into the back of my throat. I quickly pulled my mouth off and away from his dick. I gulped for a second and then I gagged. Without intending too, I had swallowed some of his cum.
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He wasn't finished. For the next few seconds he squirted his cum at me. The first hot little gob hit my face and the rest hit right below my neck, and started oozing down my chest.
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When he was finished he squinted his eyes, and then when he opened them he looked down at me and said, "We'll that was worth it.” Pulling up his pants, he muttered, “Damn that was good." And then he walked over to a chair and sat down. Pointing at his crotch, he beamed, "Barbara there's a little bit of a mess here, why don't you come and clean me off."
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Confused, I stood up and looked back at James and Charles. Smiling, Charles said, "You heard him Barbara, clean him up." Suddenly I realized that they wanted me to lick him clean.
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Dazed I walked over to him and saw that he still had a little bit of cum oozing out of the slit in the head of his dick. Trance like I knelt down in front of him and flicked out my tongue, licking him until the cum was all off of him and in my mouth. I had no choice now really, except to swallow. The taste wasn't exactly what I expected. I thought maybe it would have a bitter taste I guess. Still, the salty flavor of his cum burned on my tongue.
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Still smiling, Charles walked over and sat down in the chair next to the photographer guy and said, "Barbara, now it's my turn."
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"Hold on, let me clean myself off a little," I moaned.
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"No," Charles snapped, "You have to stay just like that, no cleaning or wiping anything off until you’re done."
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"Great idea," James chuckled from somewhere behind me.
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Eager to finish, I shuffled sideways and got between Charles's legs and pulled his pants and boxers down around his ankles. His dick was as hard as a rock, and was also had wet with pre-cum on the tip. He was a little bigger then I remembered from last time. Resigned to my fate, I grabbed his dick and started jacking him off. Then I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. It was a strange but I was getting turned on as it began to become erect. I pulled his foreskin back and started circling my tongue around his big cock head. As I stroked his cock, it was hot pulling his foreskin over my tongue.

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Then I started licking and sucking him, and furiously bobbed my mouth up and down his shaft, for about 3-minutes. After a while, my neck started to hurt so I stopped and said, “What's your problem?"
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"I dunno," Charles shrugged, "It feels great, but I just can't seem to cum. Give it another few minutes."
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I began licking up and down his hard throbbing cock and then run my tongue all over the head. Trying anything to make him cum, I slowly move down his shaft and gently kiss his balls, licking them, running my face over them. I licked all around his balls and the sides of his legs and between his balls and his legs. After my tongue had licked just about every square inch of his balls and crotch, I opened wide and took both of his balls into my mouth and then sucked them one at a time every so softly. I heard Charles moan as he ran his smooth fingers through my hair. "Oh yeah, that’s it. Put my balls in your mouth Barbara," he squealed. "I love it."

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Still trying to make him cum, I ran my face over his cock before taking the head back into my mouth. After running my tongue all over it, I begin to softly suck him into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of it as I ran my tongue under it, circling ... licking, and sucking him into my mouth. My right hand encircles his shaft, and I begin to rhythmically stroke him in time with the action of my mouth.

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"God that feels good, Barbara,” he practically squealed, “But this isn't good enough, let me fuck you."
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"No fucking way," I practically screamed, "That wasn't the deal."
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"How bout if you let me fuck you, once, you don't have to blow me the other 2-times, you'll be finished with me?" Charles said.
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"No fucking way," repeated James from behind me. "If you fuck him, your gonna fuck me too."
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"And me too!" the photographer guy chimed in.
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I thought about it for a moment, assessing the situation. My neck hurt, I was naked, and I had to blow these assholes at least 7-more times after I finished with Charles. That meant that I’d have to come back tomorrow and probably another day to finish. If I fucked them now, I could get the whole thing over with now.
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"Ok, fine," I said before I could change my mind. "But we’re going to do this now and get it over with. Then I’m going to give me all the pictures back. I'm going to make you show me that you’re deleting all the pictures and giving me all the copies."
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As one, they all 3-said, "Fine."

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"We'll have to get the rest of them from the other guys in the house though. Eric and Jordie and a few other guys have a few too," James said.
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“You bastards don’t have them all?” I screeched angrily.

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"Well no," James admitted, "A bunch of other guys have a couple I think."
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"Well, I'm not fucking anybody until you get all of them,” I stammered.
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"Let's go downstairs and get them all then," Charles said. He seemed too eager to fuck me. This was going to be awful I thought.
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"Ok fine," I said.
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Charles got up and pulled up his pants and left the room. I stood up and sat down in the chair that Charles had been sitting in and looked around the room. The photographer guy lit up a cigarette and James went to a little refrigerator and asked, "You guys want anything?" as he pulled out a beer.
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"Yeah I'll take one," the photographer guy and I both answered.

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So there I was, naked, drinking a beer in a fraternity house. I laughed when I realized that I still had my shoes on. They were little black sandals with a slight heel. What the hell did I get myself into I though, as we sat there and waited for Charles to come back?
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After a few minutes he walked in and said, "Ok, here's the deal. The guys will give all the pictures to me and I'll give them to you after we are done."
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"Great," I said. "Let's get this over with."
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"But…”

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“Naturally, there’s always a but. But what?” I asked, afraid to hear the answer.

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“There's a catch. They want us to do it downstairs so they can watch."
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"They want …

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To be continued…

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Big Mistake-II

Part-4-of-4

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“They want what? No fucking way!" I started to cry.
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"That's the deal Barbara, take it or leave it. Leave it and you still owe us 8-more blowjobs." Charles said. "No cameras and we'll lock the front door. In 20-minutes it will all be over."
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As tears streamed down my face, I sobbed, “OK, let's go."
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Un-phased by my tears, James happily asked. "Are you on the pill Barbara?"
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"Yes," I whimpered.
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"Awesome," he said back.
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Laughing like school kids, they all headed for the door and I stood up and followed them out. I couldn’t believe it, I naked following 3-guys through their fraternity house. When we stopped at the photographer guy's room, he walked over to his desk.

"See Barbara, here they are," he said as he clicked on an icon and a folder with about 20-files in it opened. He switched to view and I could see from the thumbnails that appeared on the screen that they were all of me. Then he highlighted them all and deleted them. Next he emptied his computer trashcan.

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His camera was on the desk next to the computer. Pointing at it, I said skeptically, "Let me see the memory card."
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Smiling, he turned on the camera and showed me that the card was empty.
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"OK," I said, "Lets go."
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We went downstairs and stopped in the foyer, so James could walked over to the front door and locked the deadbolt so nobody would wander in. then as if I was walking my last mile, we walked down the hallway and back into the dining room.
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When the brothers saw me they erupted in clapping and whistles. One guy started chanting, "Barbara's gonna fuck! Barbara's gonna fuck!" Then they all joined in. I stood there, at the side of the room, trying to hold back tears. I looked down and remembered that I still had cum, now drying up, but still clearly visible on my neck and chest. A few guys left the room and came back and handed pictures to Charles.
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"Ok, this is all of them." He said.
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Somebody rolled an armless office chair into the room.

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Charles handed the pictures to James to hold and kicked off his shoes. Then he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them.

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"Nice boner Charles!" one of the guys jeered.
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"Thanks," Charles laughed, "I'm gonna fuck, what did you expect?" As the room erupted in laughter and whistling again, Charles slid the chair towards the middle of the room between the tables. Some of the guys were still eating dinner and most of them had beers too.

Charles sat down on the chair and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Barbara, get that sexy little ass of yours over here!" he said.

I looked around at the 30-or so guys. Their eyes were all on me. Shamefully I put my head down and walked naked, to the middle of the room where Charles was sitting. I grabbed his shoulders and straddled him with my legs, and lowered myself onto his lap. His dick started to go inside me, but I realized that I wasn't wet, and that it was going to hurt. Before I could stop him, Charles grabbed my hips and forced me down onto him. When his dick stabbed into me and I yelled in pain. At least I think I yelled. I felt like I was in a movie, and the sound was off. I had mentally blocked out all sound, so I couldn’t hear anything,
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I wrapped my legs around him and the back of the chair and started to thrust my hips back and forth. After a few thrusts I began to feel wetness inside me build up and it stopped hurting. And after about 30-seconds it even started to feel good. Charles took his hands and grabbed under my ass and was soon thrusting his dick forward and back in rhythm with me.
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Then the sound suddenly came back to me and I was deluged with whistling, chanting, and laughing. Everyone in the room was hooting and hollering.
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Caught up in the moment, Charles started kicking with his legs and wheeling the chair around the room between the tables so everyone could see us fucking. After a few minutes, he grabbed my ass and stood up, lifting me up with him. The room erupted in even more cheers as he carried me over and flopped me down on my back on a table. All the movement caused his dick to slipped out of me.
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He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up onto the air and held them as far apart as he could pull them. Then he stepped forward, slid himself back into me and started to furiously fuck me. When I looked to my right and left, I saw that I was in between 2-guys who were sitting there. Not bothering to get up, they pushed their plates out of the way so they could watch while Charles kept at it.
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"I'm gonna cum!" Charles yelled. Then he started thrusting slower but harder. Let go of my legs, he pulled himself out of me and stepped back. The guys next to us quickly backed away. Charles pointed his cock between my legs, then went off with so much force that the first shot hit my forehead and splashed into my hair. The next shot spattered across my cheek and the spattered on my stomach.
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The photographer guy was a real disappointment. He just walked over, unzipped, and without even pulling his pants down, stuck his dick into me. By now I was pretty wet so he slid right in. In under a minute, he pulled out and started cumming all over my stomach too. Considering he had just come about 20-minutes before up in Charles’s room, it was unbelievable how much cum he had. By the time he was done I was a sticky, stinky mess. The smell of cum almost made me gag.
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He moved away and James came over. He was fully naked and looked very hard.
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"Hi Barbara," he said almost politely. "My turn to fuck you. I've been wanting to do this for years."
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"Fuck you asshole," I snarled angrily.
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"No, Barbara, fuck you," he snapped back. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me as a look of pure pleasure crossed his face. Then he slid between my legs and as everyone watched in total fascination, he grabbed me by my ankles and placed my feet up on his shoulders. He moved forward so that his dick hovered between my parted thighs. Then, in one quick thrust he plunged his dick into my dripping wet pussy as far as it would go, making me grunt and whine from the impact. The others applauded as he slowly pulled it almost all the way out and then almost brutally ramming it back in so hard and deep that our flesh made slapping noises as our bodies connected. "Oh, yessssss!" I hissed as he plunged into me. As much as I hate to admit it, but when his tight balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he repeatedly bury his meat all the way to the hilt, it started to feel good.

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Soon he and I were both moaning. The guys in the room heard us and seemed to really enjoy it. James only lasted about 2-minutes, and before I knew what was happening, he was moaning and sobbing, "Oooh, Ohhhhhh fuck yessssss, I'm cumming."
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It was like my worst nightmare. I was on my back on a dinner table in a frat house with my brother's asshole friend cumming inside me with 30-people watching. Without warning, in a sudden rush, I felt myself start to orgasm too. I started screaming and moaning, and it quickly became clear to everyone what was happening. My eyes and James's eyes remained locked on each other as my orgasm shuddered to a finish.

James's dick softened and it slid out of me. He was very out of breath. I felt the cum start to drip out of me so I sat up grabbed and napkin and wiped myself off as best I could.

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With James and Charles following me, I started to walk out of the dinning room. As I walked between the tables, a few …smack… of the guys …smack… gave me a …smack… swats on my …smack… ass.

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“Hey Barbara," a fat blonde kid named Joey laughed …smack… as he swatted her on the ass, “I’ve still got some pictures on my phone.”

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“Me too,” chimed in his friend.

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Snatching their phones out of their hands, I demanded, “How do I delete these pictures?"
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"Let me fuck you and I'll tell you," laughed Joey.
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"Fuck you!" I spat as I slammed the phones down on the table and then grabbed a heavy brass desk lamp off of a near by table. With all eyes glued to her, I proceeded to use the lamp as a club to smash the phones. With repeated blows I shattered them into such little pieces that they were completely broken and unrecognizable. The 2-young guys just stood there with their mouths open looking at me, still in too much shock to act as I swept the pieces onto the floor.

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When I was done, I stalked on out of the room, down the hallway and back upstairs. Feeling disgusted, I went to a bathroom. I couldn’t believe it, I had just fucked 3-guys in front of their whole fraternity. I scrubbed myself off as best I could in their shower and walked down the hall to the room where my clothes were. James and Charles were in there waiting.
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James handed my clothes and said, "I guess you want these? Damn shame you have to put them on."
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Wordlessly, I snatched them and quickly got dressed.

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When James handed me the stack of pictures I said, "Gee thanks!" Then I almost screamed, "You guys are such fucking little pervert assholes!" as I stormed out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house to my car.

On my drive home I pulled over next to a trash dumpster, ripped up the pictures, and threw them away.
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When I got home and walked upstairs to my room, I passed by my brother Brian's room. He wasn't in there but I heard the shower running down the hall. Knowing that I had a couple of minutes, I crept into his room and saw a picture of me, sitting on his bed. When I looked, I saw tissues in the trashcan by his bed. On closer inspection I saw that they were stained with cum. Angrily I grabbed the picture, ripped it in to little pieces and threw it in the garbage can outside beside the garage. After that I went to my room and lay down. It had been a rough night and I was pretty tired. My brother had jacked off to me and his friends had fucked me, but at least my troubles were over now.

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The end…

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