When I woke up, the blonde girl was gone. Andrew was sitting naked over on the couch, lazily thumbing his cock as he watched TV and ate chips. He looked over at me. "Damn, glad you're awake. Get down here and suck my cock." I thought about making a comment about the girl, but then decided against it. I was just glad we were alone again. As I wrapped my mouth around his dick he groaned "niiice. Damn, that blonde chick couldn't blow a dick worth shit. She could learn a thing or two from a bitch like you." To be honest, I felt proud. I sucked his cock down to the base. "Anyways, how was your night with Simon?"
My mind raced as I remembered what I had done, drunk and high. I remembered getting pounded by Simon and begging him to stuff me with his "pinga." "Oh, it was fine. You know." I tried to play it off cool. Though Andrew was the one who pimped me to him in the first place, he had only promised Simon a blow job. It was me who ended up begging Simon to fuck me sideways and cum in my asshole.
"So you sucked his cock?" I nodded, hoping that he'd leave it at that. Suddenly he hit play in the background and I could hear the TV playing. I heard my own voice "So you're going to tape this." Then Simon, "Yeah Andrew said you're into that."
"Guilty," Andrew said as he let me off his cock. I looked at the TV in horror. It was the video Simon had shot on his webcam. I had forgotten about it. "You're getting quite a little XTube collection going aren't you bitch?" He laughed when it got to the part when I begged Simon to fuck me, even giving him permission to tape it and post it online. "Jesus slut. I promise the guy a blow job and you're trying to get fucked. You really can't control yourself." He put his arm around me proudly. I was shocked. We watched the entire thing. Andrew was almost on the floor laughing at the part where Simon kicked me out, my hand trying to cover my asshole as cum was sliding down my legs.
Then I realized the username for the video. It read "AlabamaKyle." "Who's Alabama Kyle?" I asked, knowing I wasn't going to like the answer.
Andrew just smiled, his thick cock rolling to the side "Who do you think it is?" In terror, I leaned forward to the computer hooked up to the TV and clicked the link to the user page. I stared in horror. All of the pictures that Andrew had taken of me, all of the videos, they were all there. Even the video titled "Truckers Pound A Pussy" which I recalled showed me getting gang fucked by eight random truckers on a picnic table at a rest stop. My heart was pounding as I went through the pictures and video. I looked at the video of me as I rode Andrew's cock that first night, the night that really turned me into a cum whore. Then I looked at the hours of footage posted of Rick and Andrew's Dad fucking me. In terror, I noticed the video of the three of them pissing on me in the bathtub. The one of Andrew filling my ass as piss dripped down my legs and onto the couch. There were freeze frames of me getting my ass filled with my dick between my legs. Pictures of me wearing cum soaked panties with "Andrew's Slut" scrawled across my face. I couldn't believe how far I'd come. It had only been a few days and here I was online, acting like a bigger slut than anyone I'd ever heard of.
Andrew began to rub my shoulders, "You happy?" I looked at the screen completely awestruck. I was far from happy about it. My mind raced with the thoughts of people from my hometown seeing it. Of my parents seeing it. Maybe worst of all, of my future classmates seeing it. I hadn't even started college and I was already fucked (literally and figuratively). I sat back stunned. I couldn't believe it. Andrew stood up and walked over to door naked. Unashamedly he opened the door and strolled down the hall. "Come on bitch." I pulled a pair of panties on and followed him quickly into the bathroom. "Get in." He pointed to the shower. I stepped in and he said "Sit." I did. My mind was still reeling as I thought of the consequences of the Xtube profile Andrew had made for me.
Then, he yawned and started to piss on me. I couldn't believe he was doing it, right here where anyone else from the dorm could walk in. But I just sat there and took it. His piss slowed and then stopped. Without even saying anything, he turned around and went back into the room. I sat there covered in piss. I closed the curtain and started to shower. Thinking about the xtube profile, I could feel my heart beating fast. Try not to think about it. I had to get my mind off of it. In an effort to distract myself, I started to think of Andrew's dick. It wasn't long before I was hard and pumping my pussy with my finger again. I turned off the shower, dried off and went back to the room. I dropped the towel, not bothering with lingerie, and stepped over to the couch and sat down next to Andrew. We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging around naked, joking around like old friends. We watched a couple old movies and ordered a pizza for dinner. After dinner we started to pour some whiskey and drink some beer. I was pretty buzzed when I heard Andrew say, "I've got a big surprise for you bitch." I looked at him, knowing that his surprises always entailed some element of terror followed by what I always found to be incredible pleasure. I decided to go with it.
"Oh yeah, what kind of surprise?" I rubbed my hand over his chest hairs, trying to flirt.
"Well, Simon and I were sending your new Xtube profile around to some friends."
"What?!" I jumped up, once again pissed off, standing naked in front of a smirking Andrew.
"Calm down bitch. Sit." I did, trying to stay cool. "Like I was saying? Simon and I were sending your new Xtube profile around to some friends." He started to laugh, I knew I wasn't going to like this, "and inevitably, they sent it around to some friends." I buried my face in my hands. I'd never be able to show my face on campus and classes hadn't even begun yet. "Anyways, as it turns out, you're pretty popular among the fraternity scene. I guess at some point today you were the topic of a pretty popular email chain that was shared with the entire greek community." So much for joining a fraternity. I just stared, unbelieving, into space. "Anyways, Carl, Butch and I all wanted to rush a frat this year and we were thinking you could help us out." He started to finger my asshole as he tried to get me to smile.
I looked at him straight in the eyes "And what if I had wanted to rush a fraternity at some point?" Andrew looked at me crossly.
"Well that doesn't make sense, fraternities are for men. You would have to rush one of the sororities. But I doubt they'd take you. You don't exactly have the manners of a southern lady." His stomach heaved up and down as he laughed. "Anyways, Butch and Carl are on the way over here. All we're asking is for you to come with us to the party. Hey, you said it yourself, you were thinking about the frat scene. All we're doing is going to a party."
"With a bunch of guys who've been watching videos of me getting fucked every way to sunday by a bunch of strange men!"
Andrew leaned forward and grabbed the back of my head. He roughly jerked me over to him and I sunk into his hairy body as he gave me a hard full-on kiss. My head was spinning. I kissed him back as I curled up on his hairy body. His tongue probed my mouth. It was like all my worries had melted away. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Andrew stood up. I sat there, naked rubbing my lips. "That's Butch and Carl. Get some fucking clothes on, we're going." I practically floated to my drawer where I pulled on a blue thong. I went over to pull on a pair of cackies and a button down as Andrew answered the door naked. He quickly dressed as Carl came over and started harassing me, rubbing my crotch through my jeans. "I liked your video last night. I can't believe you let that little bitch Simon plug you before me." I tried to pull away from him. "Really bitch, that hurts." He laughed loudly. Butch, always the quiet type, stood with his hands in his pockets by the door. Andrew pulled on some clothes and we were off.
The walk to the fraternities was about 25 minutes. By the time we got there, walking through the hot Alabama night, I could feel my ass sweating against the thong I was wearing, causing it to bunch up in my ass crack. I tried to pull it out as we stepped up to a large frat house with a line of guys at the door. I stepped up to the back of the line. Carl asked loudly "What's the bitch think she's doing?"
Andrew put his hand on my shoulder and started guiding me through the crowd of guys, "Excuse me coming through. I've got the guest of honor." I stepped up to the door where a large southern guy with curly hair and an old worn baseball hat sat in a pair of jeans and a white t shirt with holes in the arm pits. He held a clip board in his hands but when he looked up and saw me he dropped it to his side.
"Oh well hello. If it isn't Alabama Kyle." My heart lurched. I guess it wasn't going to be a normal party after all. "Come on in. We've already got you all set up upstairs."
I looked back at Andrew who just smiled and said "You'll thank me later." With that, I watched him step away toward the keg. I saw the blonde chick from the other night as he walked up to her and put his arm around her. I was guided away by the man from the door up the stairs. Every so often, we would pass a guy who would see me and point while whispering to his friends. At one point someone even shouted "Beg for my Pinga!" I turned bright red and was thankful when the man ushered me into a private room.
"Don't worry about them. They're just playing with you. Why don't you take those off?" He jerked my shirt off and tugged my pants down. I stood there in the blue thong, embarrassed. He laughed and started rubbing my ass cheeks and playing with my nipples. "Damn that's a nice ass." Then he turned around and said, "just wait here. We're going to start the bidding in about five minutes, so I'll send the first guy in around ten."
"What? What do you mean bidding? First guy?" The guy looked at me. For a second he looked almost sorry for me. "Andrew said you agreed to donate your ass to the frat for the night. We were going to sell time to the highest bidder." I stared at him. Once again, Andrew was whoring me out. This time for actual money. "I thought it was crazy too. Then I saw your xtube profile." I turned bright red. He stepped up and started playing with my nipples again. "Come on. You know you want this. I saw those videos. Who gives a shit if the frat is making a bit of money and your friends are getting some credit with the brothers? You're still getting your pussy wet. Everybody wins."
His hands rubbing over my nipples had me in a trance. "Ok." I almost whispered it as my face was buried in his neck.
He slapped my ass, hard. "Great! Glad everyone's agreed. Give me ten minutes." I heard cheering outside. He stepped out of the room. Then I realized that there was a camera filming me, and that there was a chord going out the door. I then realized why everyone was cheering. They could see me. There was some sort of video feed downstairs. Understanding I was on live camera, I tried not to react. Instead, I just went over to the couch, folded my hands in my lap trying to cover my blue thong, and waited.