Tia's Bucket List Chapter 04

 

Tia's Bucket List

Chapter 04

© Cathartico

---Premise---

This story companion piece to Holly’s Sales Training, retelling events through Tia’s eyes. It’s not a recap, but a deeper dive into her own experiences - some mirroring her best friend’s journey, others entirely her own. It’s about male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex.
This is a fictional work intended for adult audiences only. All characters are adults, and all sexual interactions are consensual. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental. Non-consensual sexual acts are explicitly excluded.
Always keep in mind that it’s a fantasy set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. Therefore, it shouldn't be taken too seriously and should never be extrapolated to real life. Instead, it’s supposed to be an ironic play on clichés. Individual statements and actions of characters in the story aren’t meant as generalizations for groups of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.

---The Breastie and the frog---

Hello everyone, your favorite fashion reporter is still in the dangerzone! I report live and in colorful language from the Yamos house. Since I haven’t found the truth about the Vonderclash yet, I’m continuing my investigation. But I’m trying a new approach. You could say I’m an undercover princess looking for my prince, but all I’ve found so far is a frog. Sounds cryptic? No wonder! But don’t worry, folks! It’ll become clear soon enough.

First things first, though. I had to find a way out of a little predicament before I could concentrate on my research again. Sitting on a barstool, I was all alone in the game room. It was dark, the door was shut, and my arms were tied to the bar. Sounds like a hopeless situation and that’s exactly what it was! I couldn’t move and I couldn’t call for help because all the fratsters were sleeping off their hangovers. 

As you see, I had no choice but to use the time to get some rest. That was easier said than done, though. After all, the position on the barstool was super uncomfortable, and so it took me forever to fall asleep. At least, my sleep was extra deep after all the exertion. You could say, I was so exhausted that I needed the longest beauty sleep ever. At some point, though, I heard a noise that I couldn't really place. Slowly opening my eyes, I was still groggy and drowsy. I needed a few minutes until my disorientation faded. When I realized where I was, I gasped. It hadn’t been a dream after all! Accordingly, my joy was boundless that a man had come to rescue me... not!

As it turned out, the light was shining bright outside already. Ben had let me sleep in. How nice! The stuck-up snob was obviously in a good mood, because he simply untied me and let me off the barstool. Taking me to the main bathroom, he gave me plenty of time to take a bath and relax. That was pretty unusual for Mr. Merciless! But I was in no way complaining. The bath was just what I needed as it revived my spirits. Since I had drunk little alcohol, I was in much better shape than the boys. The irony! Even my sweet, little sphincter was tight and wrinkly again. It seemed like my puckerhole was back to its original state and I was more than glad about it. My pussy, on the other hand, hadn’t been in the line of duty yet and was craving the same action. I was definitely not glad about that! It’s hard to admit, but I was already horny again!

And so, I used the time for some well-deserved self-care. After all my hair was a mess, no way around it! That’s why I decided to freshen up my looks with a new hairstyle. Taking sections of my long, blonde hair, I braided them from either side and crossed them over my head. This created a crown-like structure on my head ending in a single, long braid that dangled down my back. I left the remaining blonde strands free, so they flowed beautifully down the sides of my head and over my shoulders. After yesterday’s rousing success, I thought it was a fitting style. Plus, it gave off a princess vibe, which I was sure the boys would love. 

Anyway, two hiccups remained. The first was obvious. I had no fresh clothes, so I had to put on the pink top and hotpants again. The second was less obvious but much more serious! The voting cards were still in the ballot box, I mean they were still deep in my bowels. Up to now, I hadn’t dared to push them out. And that wouldn’t change any time soon! Promise!

---Bunny is put on probation---

With my batteries reloaded, I stepped out of the bathroom. The Yamos house was unusually quiet and appeared almost spooky. A total of 20 fratboys lived in the house, but half of them had gone home to their parents or were otherwise absent. That left about 10 fratsters on site. Some of them were still sleeping while the rest was sobering up in the lounge. The large living room looked positively posh with its dark wood paneling on the wall. The fraternity's Greek letters were the eye-catcher on the long wall. On the left side was a fireplace with a huge flatscreen above it and two brown leather sofas in front of it. On the right side was a bar. In the middle, five luxurious brown leather chairs surrounded a massive wooden table.

“Hey bros! Look who's gracin’ us with her presence.” Chet was the first to catch sight of me. “Long time no see!”

“You surprised? Blondie was in the shower n found a shampoo that says ‘Rinse, wash, n repeat’! Heheheh!” A fratster with frosted tips added less than warmly.

“C’mon, man, look at her! It takes time to look like that.” A third fratboy with a textured fringe came to my defense like a knight in shining armor.

I must say I immediately liked the fringed fella better. He clearly fell out of character as he greeted me in a friendly way. Frostman, on the other hand, seemed to be on the douchey side of the fratboy spectrum by comparison.

“Yo bros! Sorry if I failed to bring everyone in the loop yesterday.” Ben exclaimed when he stepped into the lounge behind me. “I’m baring gifts aka our newest Yamos whore!”

“You know, our bro bunnies got a long tradition.” The slick prick explained. “Fuck me! We had some bad-ass bitches among them, for sure. The type of horny hussies you only find in the filthiest of fuckhouses.”

“Anybody remember Jessica the barrio bimbo?” He asked into the round. “Yo Hunter, I think you were a freshman back then. You were there too, Brandon, if I remember correctly. So you know, these bitches set the bar high!”

“I know, I know!” Ben tried to appease his fratpals. “Our brand-new bunny’s not up to the level of our barrio booty. She’s just a dimestore doll! But damn, she’s got potential!”

“I mean, she looks like a walking blonde joke, I give you that. But she also got tits for brains.” He sneered. “So she's extra eager to cumpensate, if you know what I mean. Hehehe!”

And with that, I looked at the stuck-up snob with my mouth wide open. I couldn't believe he was putting me down in the meanest way possible so early in the morning. There was no warm-up for bro bunnies, was there? Not even after I passed his stupid initiation. For that alone, I deserved to get my intel! After all, I still didn't know if my job was in jeopardy or not. The viciousness!

“C’mon, bootleg barbie! Tell them why you’re here.” Ben prompted me instead.

And with that, my blood ran cold. It was way too early for that! I wasn’t in the mood because I was still sleepy and groggy. But what choice did I have? This was my chance to get to the bottom of the Vonderclash.

“Oh...” I first had to think about the right way to frame my intentions, because I didn't want to give away too much intel. “Uhm...”

“Actually, I offended the Yamos brotherhood.” I finally alluded to my refusal to do anal in the alumni apartment. “But c’mon, you’re way too sensitive, boys. You wanna be red-blooded men, not soft-ass wimps, don’t you?”

Oh wow! That struck a nerve! Clearly, the fratboys weren’t amused by my allegations and started protesting. 

“OK, fine! I admit it was a stupid thing to do. My bad!” I quickly tried to appease them. “So now I gotta be punished for that. No cap!”

Oh jeez! Their angry reaction put me on the defensive. I didn’t want to disappoint them, so I gave away my secret goal. Remember my bucket list? Discipline was the kink I had picked for the ‘booze-n-bitches’ party. And so far, nobody had taken care of it.

“You know, I’m here to learn some discipline! A hundo p! I need help with that. Mosdef!” I hastily added.

Now, it was too late anyway. The milk was spilt, so I could take the bull by the horns and make sure to get on with it. After all, I had already wasted the party without making any progress. Two birds one stone and all that, right? 

“See, bros? Told you, extra eager! Actually, she started yesterday already with some physical bondage tying herself to a barstool in the game room” Ben didn’t let that chance slip, totally twisting the facts. 

“So our privileged princess wants to learn more discipline?” He asked rhetorically. “Then this is the perfect place. Let’s continue with bondage but on a mental level this time. Our ditzy dummy gotta stay at the Yamos house till tonight.”

“Yo, dudes, I know! It’s an easy one! So let’s add some spice! Domestic discipline! A no-brainer today!” He added, pointing at the trashed lounge. 

And again, I looked at the slick prick in utter astonishment. He didn't mean what I thought he meant, did he? He did!

“This shithole needs cleaning n it’s not gonna clean itself!” Ben decided for good.

Oh, come one now! That wasn’t what I understood by discipline. Accordingly, I opened my mouth to protest and closed it again without saying a word. I gasped for air as I struggled with my emotions. This was so unfair!

“Don't bitch n moan, dolly! Princess or not, cleaning house, that’s women's work.” The merciless misogynist told me, his voice tolerating no opposition. “The brand-new bunny always cleans up after parties. That’s the way!” 

I looked at the rest of the fratboys and they all nodded in agreement. They wouldn’t let me out of this one. No wonder! Who wants to clean up after a party, right? That’s what you have stupid sluts for. Period!

“You wanna become a fully pledged bro bunny, don’t you?” Ben asked when I hesitated. “Cuz right now, you’re just a bunny on probation.”

“Oh please, boy!” I clapped back. “I’m the hottest babe you’ll ever see in this shithole n you know it!”

“You can’t fool me, boys! I can see you drooling at the sight of these glorious goblets.” I teased the fratsters. “There’s no probation when you look this hot!”

“You’re canceling then? Dropping out of the initiation already?” Ben inquired. “You know, there are no second chances here! Only bro bunnies are privileged to get insider info.”

Oh fuck! The arrogant asshat knew how to push the right buttons! And so, I hectically shook my head. I had worked too hard to stop short of the goal. I had literally worked my ass off! For better or worse, I was committed to becoming a bro bunny! And so, I had to fulfill the duties that came with it. 

Unfortunately, though, the fratsters wouldn’t let me get started right away. First, I had to put on the proper uniform. So, I stripped off my clothes except for my red strappy peep-toe sandals with a 6” heel and 2” platform. When I was butt naked, Ben presented me with the outfit. And my breath caught in my throat. The sight was just too perverted! It wasn’t a uniform but an accessory, aka a collar with a leash! Actually, it was a glittery choker with four rows of rhinestones and a silver chain attached to it. Unbelievable!

“There’s just something ‘bout putting a leash on a privileged princess, isn’t there?” Ben beamed with delight.

Oh heck! The shitbird didn’t even try to hide his joy at putting a beauty like me in place. 

“For blondes, it’s not a question of either/or, it’s mandatory. Otherwise, they’ll run in front of a car or some shit like that.” The frosted fella added an unnecessary blonde joke that made me bristle in rage.

Despite my reluctance, I had the collar around my neck in next to no time. But the uniform wasn’t finished with that. There was an integral part, and my jaw dropped when the stuck-up snob held it in front of my face. I glowered at him when he bent me over and grunted when he stuffed it into my puckered asshole. In case you missed it, the item was a butt plug! Again! This time, though, it wasn’t the electric toy I had worn yesterday. Even if the size and the metallic material were the same, it was a unique plug that better fit the theme. Attached to the base was a bunny tail, aka a fluffy scut made of faux fur. That was bad! But here's what's worse: the faux fur was pink. Un-fucking-believable!

As I struggled with my new accessories, Hunter handed the arrogant alum three stamps with an ink pad. And once again, my blood ran cold. Before I knew it, he pushed the stamps onto my lower back. Hard to imagine but the slick prick gave me a tramp stamp as the final part of the uniform! Almost casually, he informed me that there were different colors depending on the hierarchy. New bunnies wore the stamp in pink and experienced bunnies in red. Of course, the fratboys didn’t fail to tell me that some ΖΣΧ sisters chose to remain bunnies for life getting the symbol tatted on their lower backs. Needless to say, that was no option for me. Even if it was temporary, wearing pink ink felt terrible. After all, you know my resentment to the color. 

---Bunny on probation becomes a frat maid---

With my uniform complete, the fratsters sent me to work. First, however, I hurried to the bathroom and checked my back in the mirror. They hadn’t been lying! The stamps were pink and so big that they reached from my right to my left hip. What made me real mad, though, was the design! Emblazoned right above my tailbone was the playboy bunny! No kidding! But the other two stamps were even worse. In Greek capital letters, the word ‘BRO’ was on the left side and the word 'BUNNY’ on the right side of the symbol. The contrast couldn't have been any greater! While the boys were sobering up in unwashed t-shirts and boxers, I was naked and slutted up. And so, my outrage was real!

Just as bad as the outfit was the task. I still found it hard to wrap my head around the fact that I was cleaning someone else’s house although I hadn’t even hosted the ‘booze-n-bitches’ party. I was a strong, independent woman, not a homely house mom, for fuck’s sake! And yet, I obediently began my domestic duty. I found myself with a mop and rag in hand. As I started to clean up the mess, I picked up the trash first. And believe me there was plenty of it. Plastic cups and disposable dishes were lying around everywhere. 

At least, the task gave me the opportunity to get to know the Yamos house. There was a big entrance hall in the center that was surrounded by six rooms. On the right side were the study and meeting room, on the left side were the dining room and the kitchen. In the back was the lounge and the chapter room. Fortunately, the party had been confined to the first floor, so I only had to clean five rooms since the chapter room was closed for non-members, including bro bunnies. Unfortunately, the party guests had played beer pong or other drinking games in all five rooms, so it was a shit ton of work. Bet!

Of course, none of the fratsters lifted a finger to help me. Instead, they kept hanging out in the lounge sobering up, so I decided to safe that room for last. Every now and then, one of the guys stuck his nose out of the lounge. When he saw me, he didn't lend a helping hand but made a stupid blonde joke. Hunter had definitely given them silly ideas with his nasty jabs! So cringe! But I didn’t let it stop me. When I was done picking up the trash, I attacked the worst part, aka wiping the tables and mopping the floors. Even the desks in the study room were greasy and sticky. And so, I was standing bent over a desk with a cleaning rag in my hand when I heard a noise behind me. A look over my shoulder told me that it was Brandon.

“Hey babe, so awesome you’re joining in! No cap!” I told the fringed fratster. “Someone’s always gotta break the first ground, right?”

“So… you gonna help out or just stand there?” I asked low-key annoyed when the guy didn’t move.

Believe it or not, but the sweet soph reacted and gave me a generous helping. See? I told you he was the nicest guy in the pack.

“What the fuck?” I suddenly exclaimed in astonishment. “Seriously?”

Get this, folks! The fringed fella didn’t lend me his hand but stuffed me with his dick instead! No kidding! Stepping behind me, he opened his zipper. Grabbing the pink faux fur, he made me gasp as he pulled the butt plug from my ass. And then my panting turned into moaning when he slid his shaft up my cunt in one swift motion. He met only slight resistance, and I knew exactly why! For better or worse, the plug stretching my sphincter had already made me moist again. Facts!

Without giving me time to adjust, Brandon began to pound away. Although he was a nice guy, he definitely knew how to lay pipe! My only chance to withstand the banging was to bend over the desk and hold on to the edge. Wasting no time on ceremony, Fringeman pushed my legs apart as much as they would spread. With every thrust, he buried his shaft deep up my cunt, forcing my body to lurch forward. And so, my clit bumped against the edge of the table over and over again. Damnit! This was driving me crazy! 

“C’mon, chica! You're supposed to work, not fuck around!” We were suddenly interrupted before I could get lost in my feelings. “Can't let you outta sight for a sec! Already screwin’ ‘round again. What a bitch in heat!”

Oh shit! Chet had joined the party. I had a bad feeling about this, but I couldn’t react because I was too out of breath from the savage stuffing. In tense suspense, I followed the musclehead with my eyes, watching him round the desk until he was standing right in front of me. Needless to say, I fully expected him to pull out his boner and order me to suck his dick. After all, that was the obvious thing to do, wasn’t it? But not so fast! The buff bozo kept his cock in his pants.

“Chop chop, chica! Work won’t do itself!” He told me instead. “That desk’s still stained as fuck!”

Oh my god! Chet actually wanted me to continue cleaning. He seemed to be an overly orderly dude. And so, he instructed me to release my grip from the edge of the table and get back to wiping the tabletop. Hesitantly, I followed the instruction. But of course, the fringed fratster didn't stop spearing my snatch, so I almost took a nosedive. My face and tits got dangerously close to landing on the desk. Fuck me!

I couldn’t believe it! I was getting fucked from behind while I was scrubbing a desk! It made me feel like a total piece of meat. I was just a human pincushion that Brandon used to get off. The sweet soph wasn’t rough with me, but he didn’t give a shit what I did while he was getting his rocks off inside of me. Chet, on the other hand, gave a lot of fucks.

“You missed a spot there…” He started guiding me. “… n there… n over there!”

This was getting worse by the second! Now that I could no longer hold on to the table, Brandon seized his chance. Reaching around my ribcage, he grabbed my bomb-ass boobs and squeezed my fabulous funbags while he continued plowing my pussy. It made me groan louder than ever, which the fringed fella took as encouragement. Consequently, he began to maul my titties as if he were testing the fill power of my fluffy fleshpillows. The objectification was real!

“You call that cleaning, chica? Hell no!” Chet was clearly not pleased with my domestic skills. “Damn right, you need to learn discipline. Sure as shit, you’re no bro bunny yet, just a bargain bimbo!”

Jesus! I thought I had misheard, but he had actually called me the forbidden b-word. Again! No matter what, it wasn’t true! Cleaning wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but he was hassling me on purpose. And yet, the buff bozo had run out of patience. I didn’t get another chance to prove my household skills. Instead, Chet grabbed my blonde ponytail and pulled on it. At the same moment, Brandon let go off my tits and grabbed my hips. As a result, my big-ass boobs landed on the tabletop. Keeping up the pressure, the filthy freshman pulled me down until my titty flesh bulged out to all sides. What an obscene sight! But here’s what’s more obscene: He began to pull my body around so my titty meat slid all over the desk. No kidding!

For fuck’s sake! The buff bozo used my fab fleshpads to clean the sticky stuff off the table! As if my bomb-ass bangers were two plain rags. And yet, I only moaned in response because Fringeman picked up the pace. His grip on my hips tightened as he nailed my cunt. And then his whole body tightened. He leaned over my back burying his dick deeper in my hotbox than ever. Letting out a low growl, I felt his cock starting to squirt. And then he pumped his gravy goo into me. All the while, Chet kept using my terrific titties as rags. The contrast was real! I was grossed out and delighted at the same time. Post orgasm, the sweet soph gave me a couple more strokes and patted my ass appreciatively. He really was the nicest fratboy I had ever met. When he pulled out, he plugged my ass with the bunny tail again. Proprieties must be preserved after all! 

And with that, he was gone. Chet, on the other hand, stayed behind. And he had a plan! As I was still breathing heavily, he gave me another order. And once again, I doubted my hearing! He actually wanted me to climb on the desk and squeeze the cream out of my pussy. No kidding! Rolling my eyes, I did as I was told. In fact, it wasn’t that easy because Brandon had squirted his seed into the deepest depth of my snatch. But I rolled my eyes even harder when I got my next order. The filthy freshman instructed me to lap up the puddle of cum although I hadn’t finished wiping off all the beer stains yet. Jesus! That was disgusting!

And yet, I did it! And as fast as I could! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have done it at all. Leaning over the desk, I pressed my tongue to the desk and started licking away. I felt the fresh fruit of the loins and tasted the bitter, old beer. It was as rank as it was rancid! In sum, it was gross as fuck! And yet, I was low-key proud when I finished my task. To my disappointment, though, I received no praise from Chet. He simple walked out of the study room, his job done. Thanks a million!

---Bunny on probation becomes a cumrag---

With a small delay, I set to work in the meeting room. There were no further incidents, but I noticed more and more fratboys slowly waking up from their drunken blackouts. Gathering in the lounge, the crowd was getting more raucous by the second. By the time I cleaned the dining room, I was only half paying attention to my duties. With one ear, I listened to what was going on in the lounge. From the sound of it, the boys had started playing some videogame. These sons of bitches! They were supposed to pay attention to me, not a stupid game!

That’s why I was glad when I heard footsteps behind me. I immediately held my breath. My whole body began to tingle because of the presence of a man and the expectation that came along with it. A quick glance over my shoulder told me that it was Hunter. Obviously, he had come to collect his bounty. At least, that's what I hoped. Facts!

“Havin’ fun?” The frosted fella quipped. “Cleaning’s always good to get cha mind off thangs, ain’t it? Then again, you know how a blonde brain cell dies, right? Alone, of course. Hehehe!”

I must admit that he was right about that. Without my domestic duties, I’d probably be busy masturbating. Nonetheless, the guy’s wisecracking hit a sore spot. I was so annoyed by the damn scrubbing that I was in no mood for silly jokes. So, I only snorted in disapproval.

“Look at it like this, princess!” The jokester didn’t let up. “We’re only human! Yesterday was fuckin’ exhaustin’. Don’t cha know boys need their beauty sleeps?”

“So we gotta keep ya busy while reloadin’ our batteries. I suggested writin’ ‘please flip over’ on a piece of paper n give it to ya.” He deadpanned. “Gotta say, tho, this looks mo’ productive.”

Jesus! It seemed like this guy fancied himself the in-house comedian. To my annoyance, he had been cracking lame jokes all day long. Actually, he had been the one to get the ball rolling with the whole blonde joke thing. And I still resented him for that. I definitely didn’t want a cringe comedian, I needed a demanding Dom!

“That kegger was a banger! For real! But I’ll be damned! Look at those bad-ass bangers.” The fringed fratster pointed at my naked titties. “Those gazongas got the power to bring the dead back to life. My batteries are charged enough to take ‘em for a test drive. For sure!”

And with that, Hunter stepped forward, grabbing my bomb-ass boobs as if they were two meatballs at the meat counter. But not so fast! I swatted his hand away like an annoying fly and took a step back. For some reason, the constant wisecracking triggered the prick-tease in me. His quips seemed like a challenge that I was only too happy to meet.

“Yeah, right, dude! Take a good look at this.” I waved at myself. “I’m the boss bitch, not some fast fuck floozy! Everybody wants to get their hands on the biggest beauty on the block. So get in line, junior!”

Oh wow! That sounded bitchier than intended. But I didn’t regret it! I got my point across after all. The fringed fella, however, looked as if he had been kicked in the teeth. Clearly, he hadn’t expected such a feisty reaction. It was obvious that he didn’t know how to deal with a prick-tease. Apparently, his life had been so sheltered thus far that he had never experienced a real challenge. And so, his mood changed. No more jokester! Instead, his gaze hardened. Grabbing the silver chain, he tugged on the leash pulling me so close that my terrific titties bumped into his chest.

“That’s why you can’t give a blonde a break. It takes far too long to retrain her!” He hissed rather than quipped. “A bro bunny serves any broner anywhere in this house at any time. Gettit?”

Oh god, how sweet! The boy became aggressive at the slightest resistance. Usually, I wasn’t intimated that easily. But I must admit Hunter looked really threatening as his 6’3” tall frame towered over my small body. I scoffed in disapproval as he began to walk forward, pushing his body against me and squashing my fantastic funbags. I snorted when I realized that I had no choice but to back away. The fringed fella walked me all across the dining room until my back bumped against the wall stopping my movement. 

OK, fine! I plead guilty! I had underestimated the guy. He was more substance than appearance. Granted! Hunter quickly confirmed my assessment with another tug on the leash that sent me down to the ground. Looking him in the eye, I could see his determination, stifling any resistance left in me. This was the type of audacious action that got my juices flowing. Period!

On my knees, I breathed heavily as I spread my legs wide. Obediently looking up at the guy, I waited for his next move. Stepping between my spread legs, the jokester lifted his foot and pressed the tip against my pussy. Oh my god! He rubbed his sneaker across my cunt, hitting just the right spot, aka my clit. Like a lightning bolt, a jolt of ecstasy exploded in my loins and surged through my body. This was it! The ruthless treatment triggered me and turned the prick-teaser into a dick-pleaser. Now, I was ready to serve like a good subslut! 

“Get those gazongas ready!” The fringed fella told me gruffly.

To emphasize his command, he grabbed my blonde braid and pushed my head down, so I was looking at my titties. I knew what he wanted, and I instantly obeyed. Lifting my arms, I cupped my bomb-ass boobs and squeezed them tightly to form a deep valley. Then I pursed my lips to spit on my fabulous funbags and let a ribbon of sticky slobber dribble into my chest chute. My titslit was ready!

And Hunter didn’t keep me waiting. He stopped rubbing my wet snatch and stuffed his hard-on between my fluffy fleshpads. Sadly, his cock was bang average in size and girth, but he made up for it in zeal and vigor. Savagely stabbing my titslit, he was so engrossed in the moment that he didn’t give a damn about me. Not at all! He didn’t give a fuck about my feelings or sensibilities. He was here to get his rocks off, and I was the piece of meat that was readily available. I was nothing but a pair of walking tits to him! And the sheer notion made my hornier than ever! My nipples hardened, my clit swelled, and my pussy leaked! All I needed was one more touch to my love button and I’d explode in a massive orgasm. Bet!

Sad to say, I didn’t get there. Hunter only needed a couple more thrusts through my meat crack until his nuts boiled over and his shaft began to pulse. He didn’t even stop pumping. Instead, he tittyfucked me all the way through his orgasm, spraying his seed against my neck and all over my chest. In the end, he didn’t give me an orgasm but gifted me a pearly necklace!

As soon as the frosted fella had emptied his balls, he was done with me. He told me not to wipe off my gift, but to wear it proudly, and then he was gone. I was alone again in the dining room. Everything had happened so quickly that it felt like a daydream. It seemed unreal, but my arousal was more than real! And yet, I had more important things to worry about. I was far behind in time! And so, I rushed to the kitchen to continue my domestic duty. Just when I started doing the dishes, however, Chet came in.

“Yo, chica, come to the lounge n quick!” He told me. “Always remember to serve bros first n foremost. That shit takes priority! You can continue cleanin’ afterwards. Betcha!”

I couldn’t disagree with that! And so, I hastily followed the buff bozo into the lounge. But then I stopped right in the doorway. That loud noise wasn’t coming from a videogame. Not at all! The fratsters were watching porn! And they did it on the big flatscreen! Fuck me sideways!

My eyes almost fell out of my head in astonishment. At first, I wanted to turn around and run out of the house. But of course, I didn't do that. Actually, I didn't even get the chance, because a fratboy called me to join him on the couch. It was Redbeard, one of the anonymous assbangers I had met yesterday. And right next to him sat the other ruthless rando still wearing his sexist Handsanitizer shirt. The rest of the guys sat at the bar on the other side of the room, drinking coffee or red bull. At least, their encouraging shouts told me that the randos were called Landon and Grayson. Nice to meet you two! 

Rounding the couch, I stopped in my tracks for a second time. The two filthy jerks weren’t just watching a porno, they were also beating off to it. Sitting on the sofa with their legs spread wide, they had their dicks in their hands, furiously tossing their meat. Now, I definitely wanted to leave the lounge. But instead, Redbeard grabbed my arm and pulled on it. He didn’t stop until I was kneeling right in front of him. And that was it! As soon as I was in place, he seemed to lose interest in me and concentrated on the porno. As if he couldn’t care less that a blonde bombshell with big-ass boobs was kneeling in front of him, ready to suck his dick. Clearly, he was only interested in busting his nut. The fuckhead!

In desperation, I looked over to Willy Wanker but he didn’t seem any more interested in me. It made me feel so useless! I literally felt low on the totem pole when I was eager to please any fratpole. As if the Yamos bros thought I was only fit for cleaning. The arrogance infuriated me until I couldn’t take it any longer. I found myself sneaking my hand between my legs. Finding my wet snatch, I was about to play with my pussy. But Landon slapped my hand away. What the fuck!

“Keep it 100, bitch! Get those titties ready. Time to put those flashcans to use. Those are cumrags if I’ve ever seen some!” 

Oh gawd! I shuddered when I heard him devaluating my glorious grabbags like that. And it made my pussy throb hard as hell. So, I raised my arms and cupped my tremendous titties from beneath. Lifting my ‘cumrags’ I basically presented them like a fleshy titty tray. 

And then it happened! Redbeard began to squirm, and a moment later his cock erupted. A thick rope of spunk shot out and hit me right in the cleavage. The jizzbomb exploded on impact and creamy cum splattered all over my titty valley. In a remarkable display of self-control, he clenched his shaft shut and directed the tip of his dick to my funbags. One by one, he showered my well-filled fleshpads until they were spotted in sticky seed like two sprinkled cupcakes. Bet!

As soon as he was done cumming, Mr. Fuego grabbed my blonde braid and used it to wipe off whatever goo was left on his cock. The humiliation was real! Especially when he got up from the couch and walked away as if nothing unusual had happened. It felt like a slap to the face! I had just served the big red bloke as a cumrag, and this was the thanks I got. So preposterous!

But I still had dishes to wash. And so, I made my way back to the kitchen while the spunk remained on my terrific titties. There was no need in asking. Needless to say, the guys wanted me to keep wearing their pearly gifts. However, I didn't get far. Just a few dishes later, I was called back to the lounge. What was it now? Of course, it was Willy Wanker! Quelle surprise… not! He called me over to the couch and I followed without hesitation. All by myself, I knelt down in front of him and lifted my fantastic funbags. No prompting necessary! 

And yet, the Wankerchief didn’t even look at me. Instead, he kept watching the porno. The insolence was immense! And my outrage was even bigger! I didn’t even need to look to know that the pornstar on the screen wasn’t as hot as the sexbomb in the flesh. So, my fury made me act stupid as I began to shake my boobies and knead my titties in the most seductive way ever. But it didn’t help! The jack-off stroked and pumped his dick for a good ten minutes while I desperately tried to catch his attention. He never looked at me, not even once! At least, not until his dick began to squirm. Just then he pointed his cockhead at me. I almost opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, I was so happy about his attention. 

But then a huge jizz jet shot out of his fuckstick and missed my titties. Instead, the cum charge hit me right in the forehead. I recoiled from the impact when the spermbomb exploded like a water balloon and the sack sauce seeped down onto my cheeks. Following his fratpal’s lead, he pinched his shaft shut and placed it on my chin. A second later, I shivered when a fat rope of spunk shot across the right side of my face and onto my eyelid. It actually glued my right eye shut. Before I could recover, though, I shuddered even harder! The first string of sperm was quickly followed by another thick ribbon that shot across my left cheek and hit me right in my left eye. Oh shit! That stung like a motherfucker!

For fuck’s sake! I couldn’t see a thing! And yet, the Wankerchief kept me from lifting my arms and rubbing my eyes. So, I had to blink until I finally managed to reopen them. And even then, I still felt the thick cream heavily coating my eyelids and smearing my mascara. My face must have looked like a glazed donut! What a nice gift… not!

---Cumrag is conditioned in desire---

Sadly, my domestic duties were far from fulfilled, so I found myself in the kitchen for a third time. At least, nothing else happened until I finished the dishes. But it got close! Just when I stepped through the kitchen door, I ran into Chet. He had come to check on my progress. Apparently, he had been assigned to be my chaperone. After all, you can’t put too much trust in a blonde. It figures!

As it turned out, though, the musclehead wasn’t just overly orderly, he also took his assignment way too seriously. Obviously, he was some kind of cleaning maniac! Accordingly, he grabbed the silver chain attached to the rhinestone choker and led me along by the leash. The buff bozo was definitely a stickler for details as he walked me along the benchtop and all the cabinets to check for stains. When he didn’t find anything, he even checked the sink. Clearly, he was surprised to find everything squeaky clean and tidy. Told you so!

“Boom! Looks like the bimbo knows how to swing a rag!” He low-key praised my efforts. 

I’ll be damned! The filthy freshman picked up where he left off and insisted on calling me by the forbidden b-word. I had let him get away with it once, but not again. However, my delight about the praise exceeded my anger, so my joy prevailed, at least for the time being. Accordingly, my disapproving scoff turned into a happy giggle. Jesus!

Anyway, Chet didn’t leave it at that. Good work deserves reward! And so, he pushed his hand between my legs and slipped a finger into my moist twat. When I started groaning, he even added a second finger and played with my wet snatch until I was moaning uninhibitedly. Oh my god! Just what I needed. Finally, I got what I deserved! But it was over way too soon! I wanted more where that came from! Much more! But instead, the inspection continued in the dining room. That's where most of the drinking games had taken place, so the room had been the messiest of them all. Nonetheless, Chet meticulously checked the table and chairs. And this time, he found what he was looking for! Damnit! I hadn't paid much attention to the chairs! And so, I had overlooked that someone had spilled beer all over a seat. 

Bad work deserves punishment! You know it, I know it, and the musclehead knew it too. And thus, it followed swiftly. Suddenly, I gasped real loud. Out of the blue, the fit freshman had grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard. Pain shot through my tit and made me wince like crazy. On impulse, I wanted to slap his hand away, but instead I cupped my fabulous funbags and lifted them up to give the fratster better access. Deep down, I knew that it was my fault. I had been sloppy and deserved to be punished for it. Period!

But then Chet took a closer look at the table. Checking it thoroughly, he determined that it was clean as a whistle. And the reward followed promptly. Real swift, his hand slipped back between my legs, and this time he drove two fingers into my steaming hotbox. Already at the first touch, the pain in my boobs was all but forgotten. Pleasure swept through my body, so strong that I had to lean against the dining table to avoid falling to the floor. My legs got wobbly as I felt an orgasm building deep in my loins. Bet!

A second later, his hand was gone, and another jolt of pain shot through my titty flesh. He had spotted a used plastic cup sitting in the corner of the room. I had forgotten to put it away. Curse my carelessness! Another pinch to my nipple made me wince wildly. But worse than that, it ruined my brewing orgasm. Fuck me!

Still, there was one room left: the study room. Once again, the buff bozo checked every desk and every chair. He seemed impressed with the state of the furniture as it was spick and span. All too consequently, I found myself lying on a desk holding my legs up while Chet drove three fingers in and out of my sopping snatch. Pleasure surged through me, and a new orgasm started building in my core! There was a major eruption on the horizon! I was going to squirt all over the place. Bet!

It was coming… but I wasn’t cumming! Instead, I cried out louder than ever! Pain shot through my boobs. The filthy freshman pinched both my nipples simultaneously, making me howl. Worse, he pulled on my poor boobnobs until I slid off the desk and landed on the floor. Fuck you, asswipe! But then I saw the reason why. There was a blob of white cum on the ground. It must have been Brandon’s seed that had dribbled out of my pussy before I had climbed onto the table. I hadn’t seen it before. Gosh! I was way too sloppy at work, wasn’t I? Then again, my pussy was way sloppier. Period!

At least, Chet let go of my nipples when I slid off the desk. Instead, he grabbed my blonde braid and pushed my nose into the puddle of spunk. As if I was a puppy in training. So degrading! And so not befitting the biggest beauty on the block! But a helping hand nonetheless! Accordingly, I found myself lapping the spunk off the floor. Even though it was dry and yukky, I obeyed without protest, because I hoped it would earn my another fingerfucking. Still, yikes, though! And unsuccessful on top! Damnit! 

“Hey, bimbo! Don’t you fret!” The buff bozo encouraged me. “Sure as shit, you still got the hall n the lounge to clean. There’s more fun to be had where that came from.”

And the prompt did its trick. The domestic discipline was having a clear effect on me. Like a well-conditioned bitch, I almost started drooling at the thought of the next reward. This was wild!

---Cumrag serves dinner---

To my own surprise, I rushed into the entrance hall to get it sparkling clean. Let me tell you, I had never mopped a floor with such zeal before. Just when I was done, Colton came staggering down the stairs. He had obviously slept in the longest. As soon as I saw him, however, a bright smile flashed over my face. We definitely had some unfinished business! So, I was more than happy to finally see him join us. But I must honestly confess that I mostly wanted to see his trouser monster. And so, I kept gazing at his crotch. How greedy can you be?

“Look at the place! It’s all clean n tidy! No cap!” I gushed with pride. “Your blondie bunny was busy already, for sure! I deserve a reward for that, don’t I?”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Tanman cut me off all too harshly.

Without looking up from his phone, he walked past me. Not even my cum-covered face and spunk-sprinkled titties caught his attention. He didn’t drop a nasty comment about my birthday suit, either. This was disappointing! Apparently, his socials were more important than the bunny on probation. So rude!

But whatever! I'd have to get my reward from Chet then. He knew how to treat little subsluts. And so, I eagerly continued cleaning the entrance hall in anticipation of the next fingerbanging. But the filthy freshman arrived before I was finished, so he changed his approach. Pointing at various stains on the floor, he guided me through the hall. 

“Boom, shake, shake, shake that ass… while you mop, mop, mop, mop that shit!” He commanded.

See? That was the right tone to get a subslut moving. And so, I bent over the mop while keeping my knees straight before I started to gyrate my hips and wiggle my butt. Chet repeatedly made me twerk while scrubbing the floor. Every time he spotted another stain, he pinched my nipple hard. And every time, I finished, he drove a finger up my cunt. The constant back and forth of pain and pleasure drove me crazy! The up and down was like an emotional rollercoaster! And at some point, all the emotions blended into an overwhelming feeling of lust. Jesus Christ!

And then I was done with the final stain. That’s when Chet stepped behind me. Remaining in a bent-over position, I clutched the mop real tight as he slipped his boner into my pussy. It wasn’t Colton’s colossus, but the freshman’s fuckstick was a killer combination of girth and length in its own right. Most importantly, though, his shaft was stiff as shit! That was definitely a plus! And so, I giggled happily when he entered me. 

But something made me freeze on the spot! The buff bozo hadn’t pulled my bunny tail out of my ass! Oh fuck! Both my fuckholes were stuffed! I had never been double penetrated in any way, shape, or form. And I had never planned on doing so! But now, I had to deal with it and quick! I desperately tried to relax to adjust to the double stuffing, but I felt so full I didn’t dare move.

“Keep twerkin’, bimbo!” Chet got impatient, adding a slap to my butt for good measure.

Needless to say, hearing the forbidden b-word triggered me. But I didn’t throw a fit! Instead, I began to shake my ass, real slow and hesitant. After all, I was still getting used to the feeling of fullness. Of course, the filthy freshman was having none of my caution. Instead, he spurred me on with slaps to the butt, encouraging me to twerk harder and faster. That son of a bitch! Nonetheless, I let the youngster guide me, picking up the pace until I shook my ass wildly and slid my booty back and forth fiercely. The faster I moved, the more I felt stuffed. Chet’s big stick rubbed the membrane separating my birth canal and ass chute. As if the sensitive tissue were getting ground up between cock and plug! The intensity was off the charts! What a savage stimulation!

My groans picked up when squishing sounds erupted from my soaked snatch. Oh gawd! I was creaming all over the stiff shaft and it made me pump my pussy that much harder on the cock, so much so that I felt the butt plug moving. As if I was trying to fuck the bunny tail out of my ass! So ridiculous! And so impossible! But mostly, so hot! 

That was until the bell rang! What a shocker! I stopped in my tracks, but not before I dropped the mop. We were standing in the middle of the entrance hall with a direct view of the door! Nobody could open it without exposing me! That wouldn’t happen. No way! 

But something else happened! Chet grabbed the leash and used it to push me down. As soon as my knees hit the ground, he speared his dick back into my smacking snatch. Keeping his shaft buried up my cunt, he pulled the silver chain onto my back to hold it like reins. Then he began to move! Oh no! The buff bozo took a step forward… and another one… and along with it his big stick pushed me forward. Jesus fucking Christ! 

I had no choice but to crawl forward… and forward… and forward. As it turned out, Chet was young but far from a shy student. Normally, he seemed like a friendly person with a sense of humor. Yesterday at the ‘booze-n-bitches’ party, he had been the reserved rookie. But now, in this small circle of trust, he totally let the brostyle hang out. Apparently, he became a jaded jerk when aroused. Accordingly, the swole schmuck rode me through the hall like a pony. Leading me by the rhinestone reins, he used a simple rhythm. Thrusting his dick into me, he kept it buried up my sopping twat while taking two steps forward. Ride, rinse, and repeat! So degrading! And so objectifying! But mostly, so exciting! 

At first, I was too stunned to react! But when I finally caught myself, it was too late! The door was coming toward me… inexorably and unstoppably. I wanted to resist, but the sweet sensations overwhelmed me. My mind was screaming to stop, but my body kept moving. I had lost control! My dripping cunt throbbed so wild that it was basically milking the stiff shaft when we reached the door. Staying in the saddle, the buff bozo reached over my head for the doorknob. The door swung open, and my pussy clenched so hard that it almost cut off Chet’s cock. I felt like I was reaching the brink of a climax. But the shock didn’t let me reach the mountain top. I edged while being double stuffed! No kidding! 

And my shock was justified! The sight that presented itself to me scared the shit out of me. And as a result, I was trembling in every limb! There was no Yamos bro at the door. It was a stranger! Correction… it was a pizzaboy. Oh my god! How cliché! I felt like I had landed in a bad porno. Come to think of it, though, the idea wasn't that unrealistic, considering how the day had gone so far. To make matters worse, I was greeting the rando with a face full of cum and a pair of spunk-sprinkled titties. The fact that I was on all fours with a youngster holding me on a leash and riding me with his dick up my cunt made it all too clear: I looked like a total slut!

I was too stunned to move, so I hoped the ground would open and swallow me up. But there was no way out! Instead, I noticed that the pizzaboy was eyeing me from head to toe. He seemed to like the sight of my big-ass bouncers dangling off my chest. But who doesn’t, right? Involuntarily, I felt the need to reciprocate his attention. And so, I found myself shaking my shoulders to make my juicy juggs jiggle for his viewing pleasure. So shameless! And so silly! But mostly, so hot!

And yet, I grunted in embarrassment next! Chet didn’t miss a beat. Despite the stranger’s presence, he continued riding me like a broodmare. This distracted me so much that I failed to see the pizza boxes in the delivery dude’s hand. It wasn’t until he passed the boxes over my back that I noticed. The fratboys had ordered pizza. Of course! So obvious! How stupid that I didn't think of it right away.

“Sorry, dude! Blondie ain’t wearin’ hairspray today. So she can’t catch all the things that go over her head. Hehehe!” The buff bozo commented on my amazement.

And to my dismay, he continued talking about me. The filthy freshman informed the pizzaboy that I was the bunny on probation who still needed to be housebroken. The disrespect was real! But here’s what’s worse: They talked about me as if I weren’t present. The men treated me like an immovable property! And in response, I dripped tons of pussy juice all over Chest’s cock. So degrading! And so objectifying! But mostly, so exciting!

At least, I found out that the pizzaboy was a student at the local college and a friend of Chet's. So, he wasn't a complete stranger. Even though he wasn't a Yamos member, he knew the special circumstances. Apparently, it was nothing unusual for him to see a bro bunny in action. On the one hand, that was a huge relieve. On the other hand, it made me feel totally interchangeable. As if I were just another fuckdoll, in a long line of Yamos whores. Gasp!

Once again, the swole schmuck stayed in the saddle as he grabbed a wad of bills from the console and handed them to the pizza boy. Taking the cash, the delivery dude hesitated. He looked at the money and then he looked at us. Obviously, something was missing.

“Hey, babe! Don’t you think this nice fella deserves a tip?” I asked, proud of my observation skills. 

“Oh… now that you mention it. He sure does.” Chet agreed. “Too bad, I ain’t got no money on me.”

“Oh, I’m sure that's no prob. I bet he'll accept alternative forms of payment. A hundo p!” I blurted out without realizing the consequences.

Holy shit! What had I gotten myself into? It seemed as if my brain had slipped into my cunt as it twitched incessantly and milked the rigid rod. Even though I hadn't meant it like that, I couldn't back out without losing face. 

“What you think ‘bout a nice blowie? I’ve been told I’m the best throater in town.” I purred repeating my new catchphrase.

Oh wow! I can’t even tell what I was doing there. It was either the denial or the ruthless treatment but probably both. In any case, it brought the slut out of me. Bet!

Of course, the men were quick to agree that a blowjob was just the right kind of tip. And with that, I found myself getting stuffed airtight! This was surreal! I had a big stick exploring the depth of my birth canal while a bunny tail plugged my butt, and a hard dick filled my mouth. Fortunately, the pizzaboy was a big dude, so his back was blocking the view from the street. Even though he was a decent shield, it wasn’t an optimal solution. I was still kneeling in the doorway! I was nude in the open daylight! The danger couldn’t be any greater! 

And so, I sucked the random rod like I was starving. I really went to town on the dick, twirling my tongue around his cockhead while sucking on the shaft firm as fuck. Nobody should ever say that I didn’t make an effort. This was a brilliant hummer! And it was made even better by the fact that Chet helped along. Every time he pushed into my pussy, I lurched forward so the stranger's schlong slid down my throat. This created a perverted rhythm. I drove the dick into my mouth until the tip rested against my uvula. Holding it in position, I waited for the filthy freshman to pump into me. The thrust drove the shaft down my throat real hard and made me gag extra loud. What a sick sex show!

“Fuck me, man! The way your bunny looks, you think she’s a wet blanket during sex. Hot as fuck but boring as shit!” The pizzaboy exclaimed. “But damn, this bimbo can suck a mean dick!”

Oh, hell no! I knew this was meant as praise but there was so much wrong with it that I couldn’t enjoy the compliment. First off, he was following the freshman’s lead using the forbidden b-word, which no one but Chet was allowed to do. Then he was calling me a wet blanket, which was totally untrue. And that’s why I punished the guy by blowing his cock even more aggressively. I felt like I had to prove a point. I wanted to show the pizzaboy that I was the best suckslut in the Yamos stable. Facts!

“Hell yeah, we got ourselves a hella blowjob bunny!” The swole schmuck agreed. “Then again, you know how blondes clean their ears, right? Their heads are so hollow they can stick a dick in their face till it pokes out of their ears. Betcha! Hehehe!” 

“Wanna see if that shit works?” He suddenly turned his lame joke into a suggestion. “Be my guest. Give it a try!”

Walking the talk, he grabbed my blonde braid and handed it to Josh. The delivery dude didn’t have to be asked twice. Using my hair as a handle, he rammed my face onto his shaft. Turning my head into a human fleshlight, he gave me a savage skullfucking that made me gag so fiercely that streams of slimy slobber spluttered out of my mouth. Yikes!

You know I’m calling my uvula throat clit because I’m convinced that it is somehow connected to my actual clit. Even if it’s not scientifically proven, my pussy pulses whenever a dick punches it. And the same happened with the stranger’s schlong. As a result, my cunt gave Chet a major dick massage. Despite my resentment of the public disgrace, my body responded to the savage spitroasting. Once again, the long-awaited orgasm was within reach. Just a few more thrusts. I was close… I came closer… 

I grunted when Chet’s cock abruptly erupted deep within me. I only needed a few more thrusts, but instead the filthy freshman held his stiff shaft still while his sticky sperm splashed against my cervix. It set off a chain reaction! And so, Josh followed suit, unloading several spurts of gooey ball batter into my mouth. Everybody had cum except for the subslut who had to settle for an edging. So infuriating!

---Cumrag becomes a food critic---

Finally, the door closed, and I was back in the safe space of the Yamos house. That had been a hair's breadth away from disaster. Fortunately, no one had passed by the house during the sex act. Definitely a plus for the quiet neighborhood! Nevertheless, the dirty deed had left its mark on me. I was a mess! My face was glazed like a donut and my titties were sprinkled like cupcakes. My mouth was loaded with jizz and my pussy was filled with sperm. Goddamnit!

Anyway, my domestic duties weren’t over, although lunch had arrived. After I had carried the pizza boxes into the dining room, the fratboys went for the food like a pack of wolves. Even though I was hungry as hell, the guys wouldn't let me join them. Instead, I had to finish cleaning the final room first.

And so, I found myself picking up the trash in the lounge. To my annoyance, the porno was still playing on the flatscreen, and I didn’t dare turn it off. This was clearly no accident! The boys had done it to either piss me off or turn me on but probably both. And their devious plan worked! Constantly listening to the exaggerated moaning and excessive groaning made me wish I was in the pornstar’s place. What a stupid idea! This was my horniness speaking, nothing else! Promise! 

Just as I finished cleaning, the guys came back to the lounge, in a good mood and well satiated. To my delight, they had left me a few slices of pizza to feast on. But then I hesitated. The pizza had a strange topping. Was there ricotta. on top of it? Nope! It was no cheese but creamy cum! For fuck’s sake! The fratboys had cum all over my slices. This was outrageous!

“Hey, princess! Can you taste the different flavors?” The bros taunted me.

Even though I flinched, they made a game of it. And so, I had to guess whose sperm I was tasting. This was so gross! And so humiliating! But mostly, a hell of a turn-on! Accordingly, I wolfed down the pizza despite the cum coating. Taking a page out of the pornstar’s playbook, I moaned in a totally exaggerated manner after every bite to indicate that the bros’ special sauce was extra yummy. I didn’t get a single guess right, but at least I found out that the slimy spunk belonged to Brody, Hunter, and Austin. 

That left Ben and Colton as the only bros who hadn’t cum yet. And so, I found myself repeatedly glancing at Tanman’s crotch. Even though his big-ass boner was hidden in his sweatpants, his beef brick had a magnetic effect on me, inevitably drawing me to him. I couldn’t see it, and yet it was like a pendulum hypnotizing me. I guess I was truly addickted to his fat fuckpole. And it’s true! I badly wanted to feel it inside me. I’d cum in a heartbeat when he finally stuffed my soaked snatch with his massive member. I swear!

You know what they say: self do, self have! Consequently, I took the final slice of pizza and crawled over to Colton who was lounging around on a couch. Kneeling in front of him, I ran the white tips of my long, coffin-shaped nails over his leg. Softly teasing his skin through the sweatpants, I made my way from his knee all the way up to his thigh.

“Oh daddy! This slice is missing the special sauce. Can you provide it? Pretty please?” I purred more than I asked. “I can help you if you like! Mosdef! I bet I’ll make you cum in record time. A hundo p!”

Oh wow! I was in total tease mode, acting like a shameless slut. I even called him daddy, like a total b…! Something I had never done willingly before. Ben must have been so jealous. But I didn’t care. I guess I was dicktranced even though I hadn’t even seen the object of my desire yet. I had made an offer no one could refuse, right? Not right, because the pompous president declined! So rude!

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” He told me harshly for the second time of the day.

And that was the end of the matter for him. The dirtbag douche didn't even dignify me with another look. Instead, he devoted himself to his darn phone. His socials were still more important than the bunny on probation. Apparently, his cell was the new popcorn. So presumptuous! And so disrespectful! But mostly, so inciting!

To be honest, the rejection made my pussy throb harder than ever. I was on the verge of ripping his pants off to tackle his fat fuckpole. I didn’t do it, but I toyed with the idea. Still, it gave me a new goal. Come hell or high water, I wouldn’t stop until I got my holes on that bad-ass boner. And I was fiercely resolved to get it done today. The solution was simple: I had to seduce the bad boy by every trick in the book. I had to turn him on until he could no longer hold on to himself. I had to bring him to the point that he pounced on me, letting me feel the full power of his trouser monster. Period!

Before I got the chance to pull it off, however, Ben interfered. Now that I was done cleaning, he seized back control. And his first order of business was to send me to the bathroom to get freshened up and rearrange my looks. With pleasure!

---Froggy learns physical discipline---

I wanted to take my time for an extra glow up. But in the end, my pussy was throbbing too much in anticipation. Still, I took a quick shower and freshened up my makeup, leaving my princess braid untouched. When I returned to the lounge, there were only five guys left: Ben and Chet along with Redbeard Grayson and Wankerchief Landon. My favorites… not! At least, Colton was there too, although he was sitting a bit apart at the bar and was busy with his cell. Great! 

“Let’s circle back to HollyHoe failing as a barrista.” Ben picked up his narrative.

Finally, it was happening! Even though it had gotten lost in the shuffle lately, I was still searching for the truth. And it was obvious that I wasn’t the only one who was curious about the epic clash between fashionista and fratster.

“You know what I suggested when the booty bitch wouldn't dance for us?" The stuck-up snob asked the group. “I told her to get us a coffee first n give us a lap dance later. Hehehe!”

“But no! The fucking pawg didn't think that was funny. She actually thought it was beneath her, like it wasn't befitting her status as a designer.” He added theatrically. “What a load of bull! But hey, what you expect from a vain n vapid bratty bitch, right?”

“Hold you horses, bros! That wasn’t all!” Ben stopped his fratpals when they erupted in laughter. “The bitch totally lost it. She threw a fucking tantrum to say the least! That’s what you expect from a stupid slut. But this time, she went too far. For real!”

With everybody listening intently to the story, I suddenly interrupted the narration with a loud shriek. Apparently, the slick prick had figured that actions speak louder than words. And so, he demonstrated how Holly had snapped instead of telling it. Grabbing a carafe from the table, he poured the water over my head! Believe it or not, but the sudden shower shocked me to the core. The water was ice-cold! It drenched my braided hair and poured down my face. This was madness! 

Clenching my fists in response, I was so upset that I was ready to throw a temper tantrum myself. Just like Holly! But I was too stunned for that. I couldn't move at all! So, I stood there like a drowned rat while drops of water smeared my mascara and dripped down onto my bare boobs. I had just gotten myself all prettied up, and now it had all been for nothing. I so didn’t deserve this!

“What the fuck!" I finally found my voice. “That was totally unnecessary! No cap! I cleaned up your shitty place n that’s the thanks I get? You ungrateful fuckers!”

“I’m the biggest beauty on the block! Mosdef! I’m on a whole different level then you, literally like another universe!” I talked myself into a frenzy. “But here I’m spending time with you losers! Fuck off!”

“Oh, watch out, bros! Our privileged princess throwing truth bombs! Hehehe!” Ben mocked me in response.

“That’s what these entitled bitches do best. Whining n complaining all day long!” He cut my rant off. 

“Take my word for it, ditzy dumbfuck! Your booty bae wasn't just whining.” The shitbird enlightened me. “Actually, the pawg hoe grabbed a vase n splashed the water in my face. Fucking floozy! Who she thinks she is?”

Oh my god! Holly did what? Seriously? In the middle of the Vonderstore? That was totally unprofessional! It sounded so absurd that I couldn’t imagine it. But Ben was deadly earnest! And considering my bestie's hot temper, it didn't seem so unlikely, even if my bae had never gone that far before. Apparently, the fratboys had managed to piss her off more than anyone else before. That was an achievement in itself! 

“But wait for it, dudes! Here comes the best part.” The slick prick continued his narrative. “You know what they say? With crime comes punishment, right?”

“I know, it sounds like too much of a coincidence, but it’s the fucking truth. I swear!” The arrogant asshat elaborated. “Right that moment, the bossman walked into the store. He saw the whole fucking thing, live n in fucking color!”

“No big news here! He wasn’t amused by what he saw.” Ben announced. “His salesgirls acting unprofessional, harassing customers n ignoring their requests. That’s like the definition of shitty customer service!”

“So the old man didn’t hesitate! He stepped up to the plate n taught the dumb cunt a lesson.” The stuck-up snob said triumphantly. “For real! He locked the place up n put the stupid slut over his fucking knee. No shit! He gave the bratty bitch a fucking spanking. How’s that for a sales training? Hehehe!”

Fucking hell! I looked totally dumbfounded while listening to Ben’s nasty tale. He must have made it up! It sounded too much like a work of fiction. But then Chet confirmed the report, swearing that Mr. von Stein had told him personally about the events. Even though I had a hard time believing everything I heard, it explained the atmosphere in the store. You could have cut the tension with a knife. Facts!

At the moment, however, I was more concerned about the atmosphere in the lounge. The fratsters were getting increasingly rowdy and restless. And for good reason! They were waiting for the next part of the action. All too slowly, the consequences dawned on me. I had begged Ben for discipline and offered to be a proxy for Holly, so the next step was obvious. Oh fuck! I had gotten myself into trouble! Ben wasn't going to leave it at his narrative. He’d use me as his demonstrator doll to show his fratpals all the gory details. No doubt about it! But once again, it was too late to back out! Promises must be kept! Period!

And so, the shitbird abruptly made me stumble forward with a strong tug on the leash. At the same time, he put his foot on the chair. Grabbing me by the hips, he had no trouble lifting me up. But he didn't put me over his knee in the classic way. Instead, he placed my torso on his thigh. As if I got draped over a balance beam! This had a unique effect. Due to the height, I completely lost my footing! My arms hung in the air on one side and my legs on the other. I couldn't support myself, so I was completely at the mercy of the filthy fucker! 

And then the first blow landed! No warm-up, no slow approach, but a head-on attack! The dirty dipshit unceremoniously took me to town. The first slap hit me right on my left butt cheek. It was damn hard and totally unrelenting! Just as I had expected from the slick prick! 

But it was only the beginning. Another blow followed landing on my right ass cheek. It was just as harsh, piercing marrow and bone. Two more heavy hits reddened my buns and set the tone. From that moment on, my apple bottom felt like it was on fire! 

“Oh... oh...” I began to scream. “Oh! Oh! Ooohhh!”

“See bros! The boss dished out 20 whacks to the brat’s butt n shit worked like charm. The booty bitch got all humble n meek." Ben announced. “Let's see if our booby bitch’s made of the same stuff.”

“Yeah, dude! These brand bitches are soft as shit. Bet you can do it in 10.” Grayson encouraged the alum.

“Dunno, man!” Chet was a little more hesitant. “You know these bimbos. They need more time to understand stuff. Not so sure this dirty doll’s gonna get it that fast. It might take 30.” 

“Sure as shit, you’ll know it when she starts screamin’. Fuckin’ hysterical!” The swole schmuck continued harping on his favorite topic. “Screechin’ stuff like ‘owie’ n ‘ouchie’ n shit like that. It’s called bimbo bawling for a reason. Hehehe!”

Holy fuck! I groaned in exasperation as I listened to the discussion. I didn’t like where this was going. Not at all! It put me in a total dilemma! On the one hand, I didn’t want the arrogant alum to spank me any harder. On the other hand, I didn’t want to look like a dumb idiot. What a jam! I was literally caught between a rock and a hard place!

“Ah... ahh...” I cried out when Mr. Merciless continued. “Aahhh... aaahhh... aaarrrggghhh!”

As announced, the blows became harsher making me scream louder. Meanwhile, Ben kept me on my toes by switching cheeks every few hits, making sure he covered my entire ass. But I wasn’t just yelling! With each slap, I flailed my arms and kicked my legs as I balanced on the guy’s thigh. All the while, I remained hanging in the air, literally like laundry on a clothesline. Jesus! It looked like I was trying to do the breaststroke.

“Hahaha! Look at the froggy kicks.” Hunter commented sardonically. “Our privileged princess trying to attract an enchanted frog. Hahaha!”

And with that, all the fratboys called me ‘frog princess’ whenever I kicked and flailed. The degradation was extreme! And the shame burned on my cheeks as red as the fiery marks on my butt. It must have looked ridiculous, but I couldn't stop it. Each slap was so savage that it shot through my body and triggered an automatic reaction. So, I kept kicking and flailing for about 15 strokes until I was too exhausted to move. 

“Awww! Ain’t no frog coming for our privileged princess.” Hunter mocked me again when he saw that I had been reduced to a twitching sack of flesh. 

“She’s been inseminated by so many little swimmers, she's become a fucking floater. Hehehe!” Willy Wanker dealt another blow to my self-esteem.

That struck a nerve because it was so wrong! I’ve never been a town bike or pass-around slut!

“Owowow... owwwaaahhh!” I whimpered during the final slaps.

“Ouchie! Ouch! Owwwiiieee!” My whining started to sound cuter, even though that was far from my intention.

Oh gawd! I got hot and cold remembering what Chet had said about b-bawling? I didn’t want to do it, but I lived up to every cliché. So unintentional! And so silly! But mostly, so disillusioning! 

“Not to humble brag, but our titty tramp’s starting to look pretty damn humble, ain’t she?” Ben commented on my newfound obedience. “You know what they say, with humility comes wisdom. Hehehe!”

“However, the bossman wasn't so convinced about the booty bae.” He returned to his narrative. “So he gave her a second spanking. You know, you can never play it too safe with these ditzy dumbfucks, right? But this time, he used a fucking hairbrush! Hell yeah!”

Oh, hell no! That took my breath away! He couldn't be serious! I’d never make it through that ordeal! No way! I didn’t even want to start imagining the pain, so I started bucking and struggling, desperately trying to get off the Ben's leg. But the dirty dipshit put a quick end to my rebellion when he grabbed the leash and pulled on it. Turning my face upward, he made me look him straight in the eye.

“What up, demonstrator doll? You wanna puss out already?” He hissed at me. “You said you wanna put yourself in your bestie’s shoes, remember?”

“That’s too bad. But all too expected. That soft-ass shit suits a privileged princess.” He sounded more disappointed than angry. “All our efforts helping you pledge were wasted. What a useless hoe. All bark, no bite!”

That hit different! I could deal with his anger. But I couldn’t handle his disappointment because it made me feel like a hypocrite. After all, I had come up with the bucket list and chosen discipline, so I couldn’t complain! Like it or not, the over-the-knee spanking was a classic among the corporal punishments, wasn’t it? Accordingly, it would feel like cheating if I gave up now. And I didn’t want that! I had to complete my sexventure. Otherwise, it wouldn’t count, and I couldn’t cross the kink off my bucket list. In that respect, I was consistent! Sounds stupid, but that’s how my mind works when I’m hot and horny. I’m a freak like that!

As you see, folks, I had to find a way to press on. Looking around the lounge, I remembered that I was in a frathouse. I had never been a member of a sorority, but I knew a lot of stories about hazing as part of the initiation. That was an angle worthy of exploring, wasn’t it? 

“Hey, boys, I got a question.” I piped up. “Can you, like actually, be a bro bunny without being a ΖΣΧ sister? Cuz, you know, I’m no sorority member… And I oops!”

Holy shit! That’s what happens when you talk without thinking. Of course, I wasn't planning on pledging to a sorority, like ever. I so wasn’t the type of woman for that. It had been merely an idea floating around in my head, nothing ready to say. But now, it was too late! My suggestion had animated the guys. After a wild exchange of opinions, all fratsters agreed that it was a prerequisite. So, I had to pledge to become full-blown bro bunny. It figures!

Since I wasn’t familiar with the whole frat life, I had no clear idea what it meant to pledge. But I was soon to find out! First, however, I had to wait. To my surprise, the guys scattered to fetch some stuff. Obviously, the whole pledging thing required some sort of preparation. After the fratboys disappeared from the lounge, only Colton remained who was still playing with his phone. As if he hadn't noticed that a blonde bunny was getting spanked in the middle of the room! This was outrageous! And yet, I hastily approached the pompous president. On my way, I caught myself fixing my gaze on his crotch. Gosh! I felt like a sleazeball who kept staring at a woman's tits instead of looking her in the eye. So, I giggled apologetically before I asked about the pledging process.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Tanman rudely dismissed me for the third time.

Fucking hell! I so couldn't let his rejection become a habit. Even though it hurt my pride, I was too horny to let it scare me away. Quite the contrary! It only made me more determined. Truth be told, Colton’s cell was becoming a real pain in the ass! Worse than the popcorn bag! It totally highlighted his bad boy shtick, sending the message that he didn’t have to chase little sluts. Women were toppling over each other to bag him, no matter how strong or independent. And that was especially true for me! Jesus!

Just when Colton had shooed me away, Chet and Ben returned. With horror, I realized that they had brought a decorative item along. Holy shit! A cold shudder ran down my spine! I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t! After all, it had been my suggestion. And so, I stared at a paddle with the Greek letters 'ΖΣΧ' engraved on it. This couldn’t be happening! But then the rest of the fratsters came back and disbelief turned to certainty. Landon brought a black leather paddle with holes that formed the word 'SLUT'. Grayson had a similar paddle with the holes forming three little hearts. Fuck me sideways!

Now, I was really worried! Maybe, I should take the loss and act like a hypocrite for once? That made sense, but I was way too proud for that. I felt like rooted to the spot as the four guys grabbed their chairs and pulled them around. They lined them up in two rows, forming an aisle between them. It looked like they had a plan! And their intention became. Clear when Mr. Merciless grabbed my leash and pulled on it. Shortly after, I was led down the aisle without resistance naked and on all fours with a pink faux fur bunny tail sticking out of my ass. You can’t make this shit up! 

“Arrrggghhh!” I suddenly screamed out. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!”

Sitting in the first chair, Chet slammed the ΖΣΧ' paddle down on my left cheek as I crawled past him. Fuck me! The pain was so much bigger than Ben's slaps. The spanking had been a walk in the park in comparison. I badly wanted to reach back and rub my poor posterior! But I didn't get the chance because the merciless misogynist pulled me right along. 

“Ooohhh!” I shrieked. “Jeeesus!”

This time, it was Landon hit my right bun with the slut paddle. It stung even worse than the previous blows. And as a result, I twitched and jerked so wild that I basically twerked for the guys’ entertainment. 

“Owwwiiieee!” I cried more than I screamed. “Ouuuchiiieee!”

It was Grayson’s turn, and his heart paddle hit my twice. Once on my right bun and once on my left bun. His strokes were real precise and landed right underneath the previous blows. The double strokes hurt like blazes of fire! And yet, I felt a surge of pride when I realized that I had made it through the row of chairs. But then I noticed something else! The change of pace had caught me off-guard and turned my shouts into b-bawls. Damnit! The mental humiliation was so much worse than the physical pain!

Anyway, I had learned a valuable lesson about paddles today. They hurt like motherfuckers! But in different nuances. Due to the air drag, the solid ‘ΖΣΧ’ paddle was exerting a cushioned blow. As a result, the pain was sharp but concentrated in the impact zone. By contrast, the holes in the slut and heart paddles allowed air to pass through resulting in a harsher blow. Either way, both were horrible in their own right! Period!

No matter what, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the fratsters put the paddles away. But not so fast! There was one final disciplinary action waiting for me. For once, Colton’s cell proved in handy, but only for the boys and not the bunny. Stepping behind me, he snapped a bunch of photos of my glowing ass, making extra sure that the pink tramp stamp was visible as well. But that wasn’t the worst of it. When the bad boy showed me the pictures, I gasped out loud! The astonishment must have been written all over my face. The redness hadn’t spread all over my booty! Instead, the words were clearly visible on my creamy skin. The 'ΖΣΧ SLUT' with six hearts underneath glowed as brightly as if they were neon letters. The shame was real!

“Soz to say, blondie, but only the ΖΣΧ sis can decide on admission.” The pompous president informed me. “You OK with us sending those pics to the recruitment chair?” 

To my surprise, Tanman explicitly asked for my consent. That was good! The rest, however, was bad. Real bad! Even though my face wasn't recognizable, I didn't like the idea of sending pictures of my naked ass to random people. And especially not to other women! The fact that other coeds saw my spanked butt was bad. But here's what was worse: These women decided if the glow was enough to be accepted into the sorority. That was so embarrassing! And so humiliating! But mostly, so exciting!

---Froggy campaigns for the bunny council---

We all waited tensely for the decision of the sorority. Meanwhile, Ben gave me some time to recover, which was more than necessary. After putting some soothing lotion on my ass and fixing my makeup for the third time this day, I used the rest of the time to dictate an update into my app. Stupidly, the decision came faster than expected. When Mr. Merciless poked his head through the bathroom door to inform me, he caught me moonlighting. Now, the fratboys definitely know about my blog and live commentary. Damnit! But whatever! Let’s focus on the good news: The sorority accepted my bid to join, so I’m officially a 'ΖΣΧ SLUT' now. Facts!

“So dudes…” Ben addressed the crowd after our return to the lounge. “What you think happened after the booty bae got her well-deserved spanking?” 

Oh right! There was still a story to tell about the fashion floozy clashing with the fratsters. I had almost forgotten about that! Anyway, Hunter and Brandon had returned and made their presence felt as they came up with the most absurd ideas. However, none of them came even close to the truth.

“You won't believe that shit! I can hardly believe it myself!” Ben finally revealed what had happened. “The old fart actually told us we’re as much to blame as the bratty bitch. What a fucking load of bullshit!” 

“For some reason, the old fucker turns a blind eye to you Vondersluts! I mean it's clear to see that the trouble started when you came into the store. Everybody knows that!” The shitbird told me, his anger clear to see. “Me n my man Ryan got kicked out. We’re banned from the store n you two are to blame! So don't you cry, ditzy dummy! You deserved that spanking just as much as your bestie.”

Say what? Mr. von Stein had kicked the Yamos bros out of the store and banned them from coming back! That was drastic! I didn't see that coming. But it explained Ben’s anger. Nonetheless, I didn’t agree with his conclusion! I had nothing to do with the situation. It was all Holly’s fault! But I was used to sharing the blame. For whatever reason, men saw us as an inseparable pair, like a combo of cunts. To them, it was a simple case of ‘cling together, swing together’. So unfair! 

Even if unnecessary, I had learned my lesson and the glowing letters on my butt were a steady reminder. The fiery marks might fade, but the memory would stick in my mind forever. So, I was pretty sure that I’d never act sassy or insubordinate as a salesgirl again. Promise! 

“Listen, dudes! The rest of the story’s hearsay.” Ben continued his narrative. “Matt told us that the booty bae thanked the boss the only way she knows how. The bitch sucked the old fart off, right behind the counter! What a slut!”

Say again? I thought I hadn’t heard right. I remembered all too well how angry Holly had been when she had caught me blowing Matt behind the counter. Now, she had done the exact same thing. What a hypocrite! I can’t even tell who I was most mad at: Ben or Matt or Holly but probably all three.

“You know the best part ‘bout it?” The stuck-up snob asked his fratpals. “We got a counter right here!”

And with that, he tugged on my leash. I couldn't even react as fast as I dropped to my hands and knees. Walking me over to the other end of the room, we stopped at the bar with the wooden counter that reminded me of the bar in the basement and instantly gave me flashbacks. 

“Yo, bitch! You liked hanging over my knee like a sack of laundry, didn't you?” Ben asked me rhetorically. “No wonder considering your dumb as a bag of rocks. Hehehe!”

And with that, the slick prick grabbed my hips and pulled me off my knees. Once again, he had no problem deadlifting me. With my 105lbs, I was like a ragdoll he could throw around! And so, I once again ended up hanging like laundry over a clothesline. But this time, my torso was placed on the wooden counter. My ass faced the room while I looked at the bottles lined up on the shelves. Correction… I only looked at the bottles for a second. Then Matt’s body blocked my view as he stepped right in front of me. He began to fix himself a drink. But before he started, he opened his zipper and let his cock hang out. His dick wasn’t hard yet, but that could be changed real quick. Facts!

Real quick, I lunged forward and gobbled down his man meat. I didn’t need a prompting, I was an independent woman! But at that moment this strong woman acted like a total subslut and loved every second of it. Suckling on the cockhead, the shaft quickly grew bigger and stiffer. I didn’t even think of using my hands because I knew how much the guys love a no-hands blowjob. After sucking him to full size, I started sliding my tongue all along the boner before I puckered my lips and showered the tip of the dick with kisses. This was a hell of a hummer! Bet!

When the meatpole loomed large in front of me, I shoved it into my mouth. While it slid deeper and deeper, I teased the shaft with my tongue from below. Despite my efforts, I didn't get any feedback from Ben. No moans or dirty talk, either. This was weird! But then a chill ran down my spine. Instead of encouraging me, he started talking to the boys. Believe it or not, he was a having serious conversation about cocktails. Can you imagine? The shitbird had a blonde bombshell giving him an energetic blowjob and he preferred to discuss drinks. The arrogant asshat!

And yet, it had a direct effect on me. The disregard spurred me on! And so, my mouth slid up and down his shaft faster and faster. My attempts to gain Ben’s attention became more and more desperate. Along with it, the blowjob became sloppier and sloppier. I pushed his boner deep into my mouth and down my throat. Soon, my gagging was loud enough to drown out the talking. And how did the stuck-up snob react? He didn't look at me, he simply raised his voice. Fuck me!

When the dirty dipshit was done fixing his drink, he finally had his hands free. By then my fierce facefucking had escalated as I vied for his approval. But I hadn’t buried his shaft to the root in my throat yet. I had saved that for later. After all, it was the perfect invitation to grab my head and take control. I was sure that the slick prick couldn’t resist. But he could! The filthy fucker didn’t touch my head, not even once. Instead, he grabbed a glass and positioned it right under my chin to catch all the slobber dripping from my lips. As if I needed a feeding bib or a spittoon. This was beyond belittling!

However, the message was clear: Keeping the counter clean was more important than rewarding the eager bunny. This was beyond devaluing! But at least, I received another kind of reward when his cock began to throb a moment later. Keeping his shaft in my mouth, he busted a nut. And as soon as he had dumped his creamy cum charge in my mouth, he was gone! No praise, no nasty comment, not even a pat on the head. This was impertinent! Accordingly, I gasped in disbelief. And yet, I dutifully chugged down the heavy jizzload, because a slut never wastes sperm. Period!

The taste of goo was still fresh in my mouth when everything changed! All of a sudden, I jerked around wildly! Oh shit! I did the frog kick and all the boys laughed! Believe me, I didn’t make a fool of myself for fun! Instead, Ben had flicked my clit on his way to the sofa. Since I was staring at the bottle rack, I hadn't seen it coming. And so, it had literally caught me with my pants down. It happened so unexpectedly and so abruptly that I basically hit the roof, making my frog splash all the wilder. Damnit!

As hard as the boys laughed, my pussy throbbed harder. I wanted more! Much more! Getting greedy, I wiggled my ass seductively to attract the men. But sadly, Ben didn’t touch my clit again, leaving me unsatisfied! As a result, I was on edge! My orgasm was so close and yet so far. I needed to cum but the shitbird literally let me hang out to dry! And the rest of the Yamos bros were no help, either. They left me alone for quite some time. When I had already given up hope, it happened again! I thrashed around harder than ever! Another fratboy had touched my pussy. Instead of rubbing my clit, however, he had thrust two fingers into my sopping twat. This time, I did multiple frog kicks as the guy fingerfucked my cunt. My pleasure exploded! But a moment before I reached my climax, he pulled out and slapped my burning butt! That ruined my orgasm for good! And once again, I only earned an edging. Son of a bitch!

When the fratboy stepped in front of me, I found out that it was Chet. Without a word, he stuffed his rigid rod into my mouth. And once again, I sucked a man while he fixed himself a drink. This was so absurd! But at least, the buff bozo gave me a hint of attention. It wasn't much, but he grabbed my head whenever his shaft was down my throat. Holding my face in place, he only ever let me pull back when I had managed to touch his hairy balls with my tongue. This was far from easy and made me choke up more spit than ever! But at least, the glass under my chin became useful as I drooled a fuckton of slobber into it. 

After that, the boys turned the whole thing into a merry-go-round, pulling another train on me. Even though the intensity changed, something remained the same. Each fratster played with my pussy before getting a blowjob and then fingerfucked my cunt on the way back. Surprisingly quick, the guys figured out how to create the biggest effect. They needed to thrust three fingers into my sopping snatch, curl their middle finger, and slide it back and forth real quick. That come-hither motion hit my sweet spot with great certainty. And each time, I rewarded them with a frog kick. 

Another thing that didn’t change was the fact that none of the boys let me cum. Whenever my body stiffened or my toes curled, they’d pull out and ruin my orgasm with a slap to my battered butt. As a result, I edged more times than I could count. And after each denial, my arousal was bigger than before. In the end, my mind was totally scrambled, and I had a hard time focusing on anything but the merciless throbbing in my pussy. I was dickdrunk without ever feeling a dick in my cunt! Goddamnit!

Fortunately, though, help was on the way. Suddenly, Colton stood in front of me. Unlike his fratpals, he had paid no attention to my pussy on the way over, which was disappointing! But not all that bad! I didn’t need another edging! I needed an orgasm! In my position on the counter, I basically talked to his crotch while the super senior mixed a cocktail. I didn’t give a damn how ridiculous it sounded and showered his trouser monster in praise, calling it every word in the books. But it didn’t work, driving my desperation to unprecedented heights. 

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” The dirtbag douche dropped his trademark response.

Gawd! This got my goat, making me champ with rage. I almost went for his jugular. But wait! I had a better idea! 

“Daddy, oh daddy! I totally did the whole nine yards! I pledged as a bunny. I killed it at the training! I slayed all your trials n tribulations. I did it all! For real!” I made sure to sound sluttier than any bro bunny ever.

“But something’s missing. A hundo p!” I sulked while flashing a huge pout. “Remember the election? It’s not over yet!”

“For sure, I’m not just any bro bunny, you know? I’m the boss bunny! So I’m gonna outpoll all those fake-ass fucksluts. They don’t stand a chance!” I talked myself into trouble. “I’m gonna be the butt bunny. Swearsies!” 

Holy shit! I risked my neck with my careless talk, but my pussy made me do it. I could no longer resist my desire! Under the influence of Colton’s colossus, I couldn’t think straight. And so, it seemed like his fat fuckpole in a hole was better than none of it at all! Bigger is better, right? I guess, the trouser monster had driven me dickdumb! But whatever! It was enough to convince the pompous president and that was all that mattered. Finally, Tanman put his damn phone down. He even stopped mixing his fucking cocktail and walked to my back. This was going better than expected! 

“So brave n so bold, bitch!” He told me when he reached my ass. “Lemme recap. You wanna pick up where we left off n continue the anal training?”

Oh my god! He seemed so relaxed when I was the opposite. My anticipation was killing me! And thus, I was ready to say everything and anything!

“Yes, daddy! Please… pretty please!” I shouted out my consent. “Your vote’s still missing, daddy! For real!”

See? Dickdumb-me said the darndest things. But it didn't matter anymore! Once the reputation's shot, you get away with quite a lot, right! That opened up a whole new set of options. And so, I behaved like a totally shameless slut. I even wiggled my pink tail and jiggled my titties. It looked super obscene, but it worked perfectly to get my point across.

“Let’s see what you’ve learned then.” Mr. Trainer prompted me. “I got no time retraining dumb cunts over n over again.”

And with that, the bad boy got right down to business. No warm up, no foreplay. Nonstop hardcore from start to finish. Promise!

“OK, then! Lesson one!” The super senior turned to his fratpals, hamming it up to the max. “A butt bunny’s always prepared n ready to go.”

Without waiting for my response, Colton got the action going. Grabbing the pink scut, he pulled the plug from my ass. After wearing the sextoy for so long, I knew my butthole was loose and ready. And the realization made me smile. I had cleared the first hurdle with ease. What an awesome start! Who would have thought that the bunny tail was good for something after all?

But then I squealed high and loud. Even if my reaction was a bit too hysterical, I had a good reason. The bad boy had spilled some kind of fluid over my glowing ass and butt crack. Since I couldn’t see it, the cold caught me off-guard. But then I realized that it wasn’t just any liquid. My spittoon was gone. Oh shit! After all my blowjobs, it had been filled to the rim with sticky slobber and slimy spit. 

“Lesson two!” Tanman continued. “All the lube a butt bunny gets comes from her own holes. Cuntjuice n spit, that’s the stuff!”

Oh phew! I got lucky there! Albeit unintentionally, I was prepared like a good subslut. And so, I giggled encouragingly as the super senior dribbled several sips of slobber down my ass chute. 

“Lesson three!” The asspert proceeded fast and relentless. “A butt bunny conquers cocks.”

Um… what exactly was that supposed to mean? I had no idea. But my trainer helped me out by sliding his big-ass boner between my ass cheeks. His fat fuckpole effortlessly split my buns as he placed his giant glans on my puckered asshole. But he stopped right there and didn't make another move! Dickdumb as I was, it took me a while to understand what was expected of me. But then a flash of genius hit me. Conquer, as in impale, of course! Duh!

I tried, I really did! Even though I pushed and wriggled, it wasn’t enough! And I couldn't bring myself to take the big leap. The feeling of the beef brick knocking on my backdoor demanded all my respect. I knew that this was going to be intense, and I was beginning to have doubts! I had talked so big, and now my swagger was biting me in the ass, like literally. So nerve-wrecking!

And then I jerked around like I had touched an electric fence. Colton had grabbed my clit! Holding it between his fingers, he rubbed it. And in response, I did the frog splash! Over and over, I kicked and flailed! Wave after wave of pleasure surged through me! I didn’t even notice it, but in my thrashing, I pushed my ass back hard. And suddenly, I felt a pop! The massive member plopped into my ass, and it made me shriek! What a relief! But also, what a stretching! 

My ass pipe clutched the fat fuckpole as if it never wanted to let go. It felt like a flagpole was literally driven through the eye of a needle. And I responded accordingly. I let out a volley of deep, guttural grunts while my ass tunnel adjusted to the supersized spear. The struggle was real! And despite my determination, I was getting nowhere. No matter how much I pushed back, it didn’t work! So underwhelming!

But then I thrashed around, doing another frog splash! Tanman had decided to lend me a hand by rubbing my clit. Thank god! Otherwise, my black hole would have never managed to absorb more than the tip of his dick. However, the super senior didn’t leave it at a single rub, picking up a steady rhythm instead. At first, I still jerked wildly, but eventually I managed to channel my movements and bump my butt backwards. Inch by inch, the monster dong drilled down my mud pit. And inch by inch, my dirtpipe dilated. My apple bottom felt like it was about to burst! But I didn’t mind! My pleasure was next level, and any hint of self-control was gone. I was totally driven by desire, no matter the consequences!

“That ass didn’t conquer, it got fucking owned!” The pompous president remarked. “That’s a fail, bitch! 

“Try harder, princess! You only got two more fails left.” He informed me, sending me into a panic.

Oh no! I was losing it and my body kicked straight into crisis mode. At first, I wanted to clap back hard, but I was all out of backtalk. I was too disappointed in myself. And so, I pouted and sulked. Looking at my trainer with a pleading gaze, I begged for another chance. Better safe than sorry, right?

“Lesson four then!” Colton was ready to go on. “A butt bunny knows how to hit the right notes when getting the ass ram!”

Please, what? Once again, I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. But I got the feeling that it was intentional. So, I kept my lips puckered in a huge pout. It was better to look cute and sexy than clueless and reluctant, right? Anyway, nobody cared about my level of insight. I wasn’t here as an egghead, I was here as an airhead-with-airbags. So, all was good!

No matter what, I found out what the ass ram meant real soon because Colton started moving. And along with it, his monster dong began to slide in and out of my ass. Picking up speed, he pumped my ass harder and faster until he was slamming his fat fuckpole into me. Eventually, he had to grab my hips to keep me on the counter. And the change was immediate. I finally understood the full extent of the lesson. Every ass ram went deeper and pried me open wider. Without the sweet sensations radiating from my clit, I got treated to the full force of the ass ram, each stroke going deeper and prying me open wider. Dickdumb me had put my poop chute on the chopping block and my voice reflected it. No more moaning, only squealing! 

“Squee… squee… squeeee…!” I screeched in the highest pitch.

And the boys laughed their asses off. 

“Finally! The bargain barbie unpacked her mating call. Bout damn time!” I heard Chet in between my squeals. “C’mon, chica, sing me the bimbo blues. Hehehe!” 

Oh fuck! It hurts to say, but the freshman was right! The shrill tone made me sound like a ditzy doll. And that drove the man wild as they hollered and cheered. They obviously loved the sound!

“Nah, man! The bitch sounds like a stuck pig.” Grayson disagreed. “C’mon, squealy! Do it again, little fuckpig!”

And the room rang with laughter while I burned with humiliation. This was too much! I was no piggy and I never wanted to hear that name again. So, I tried real hard to get my voice under control and lower my pitch, but I failed and my position was to blame. As I was hanging over the counter, there was nowhere to move or escape. On the one hand, I loved it because it gave the man total control. On the other hand, it left me absolutely helpless to every stab up my ass. And so, I could do nothing but squeal. 

“Squee… squee… squeeee…!” I screeched louder and higher.

And the hollering continued. It became blatantly evident that the Yamos bros loved the sound, because they started cheering me on. They kept shouting 'Squealy' as if it was their newest battle cry. And that made the humiliation burn so much hotter! 

“Yeah, man! That’s an easy pass!” Colton eventually shut up the crowd. “Sure enough, that’s the highest treble I’ve ever heard a bitch belt out.” 

Oh, thank god! I had passed the next lesson. What luck! I couldn’t have taken another epic fail. Colton, however, didn’t seem completely satisfied with my performance. Apparently, he had enough of my fidgeting, because he pulled his big-ass boner out of my twitching asshole. Lifting me off the bar, he placed me on the ground. Even though there was a soft rug nearby, he put my knees onto the cold, hard stone tiles. I must admit I had only tidied up the lounge and skipped mopping the floor, so the tiles were still sticky and stained with beer. Nevertheless, the bad boy went ahead and pushed my face down, pressing my cheek to the filthy floor so my ass stuck high up in the air. 

Automatically, I reached back, put my hands on my ass cheeks, and spread my buns open. I didn't need any prompting for that. The anal training already showed its effects. A butt bunny always has long, freshly manicured nails and uses them to show off her cute cornhole anywhere and anytime. That could have been a lesson too. And I would have slayed it with ease. Bet!

Evidently, though, my trainer seemed concerned about his privileged princess becoming complacent. And thus, he caught me unawares again. Next thing I knew, I shrieked so loud and twitched so wild that I barely managed to keep my hands on my booty. Colton had given me another cold shower, pouring the rest of the slimy slobber into my ass pipe. This wasn’t just cold! It was gross!

“Lesson five!” Tanman continued, unimpressed. “A butt bunny knows how to blow butt bubbles!”

Oh jeez! That sounded nasty as fuck! But a quick flick of my clit got me going. Dutifully, I began to press and push. This was harder than it sounded. I had to squeeze real hard to push the slimy soup back up. The more I pressed, the more my gape quivered and the more the boys loved the sight. Despite my hard work, there was no fountain shooting into the air. Instead, the sticky slobber slowly bubbled up and oozed out while making squishing sounds. So embarrassing! And so perverted! But mostly, so hot!

No matter what, it earned me another pass. And shortly after, I was busy squealing again, so any shame was long forgotten. Tanman wasted no time sticking his supersized spear where it belonged and proved that he truly was an asspert who know how to handle his monster dong. In my new position, it looked like he drove a stake into bumpy ground. No kidding!

“Shit! Look at those buns of steel, totally tight n toned.” Brandon was the first to notice that the new position showed my booty in the best light. “Check this out, dudes! Impaled like that, those buns look like they’re ‘bout to burst any sec. Literally like overripe peaches!”

Now, the fratsters added compliments to the mix. That was new! It hit me out of nowhere and brought the intensity to a whole new level! As a result, I completely lost it. I was completely and utterly consumed by lust! This was ecstatic! And the signs were all too visible. I squealed unrestrained and uninhibited, the muscles in my feet spasmed involuntarily, and my cuntlips swelled to unknown levels. 

“Nice, dude! But look at those long fucking lips! They’re spreading their wings. They believe they can fly. Hehehe!” Hunter was back to wisecracking.

“Betcha, man! Fully soaked n swollen, that cunt looks like a pink heart, only upside-down.” Chet concurred. “Shows you the chica loves the treatment. Shit’s called the bimbo blossom! For real!”

Normally, I hated it when the attention was put on my long, dangling pussylips. After all, they were called butterfly wings for a reason. Dickdumb as I was, however, I took it as compliments, which made me squeal that much harder. Anyway, the guys were right. The blood flow had inflated my fuck flaps to the max and opened them up to flaunt their pink insides. As if they had blossomed, indeed!

The fratboys continued to compliment me, albeit in the nastiest way possible. But I didn’t have the capacity to listen to them. I was having enough trouble holding onto my ass cheeks while every ass ram pushed me over the filthy floor. With a new position also came a new modus operandi! And so, the super senior drilled my dirtpipe for a good ten strokes before pulling out and making me gape for the crowd. Gape, rinse, repeat!

“Look at that! What a perfect circle!” Redbeard kept the compliments coming. “Ladies n gentleman, we got ourselves a bunny with a hollow head n hollow hole.”

Oh man! What the hell was going on with the boys? They were beside themselves with praise! And I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it. 

“Lesson six!” My trainer kept the pace high. “A butt bunny can cum with zero pussy penetration.”

I must admit I was squealing so high and loud that I didn’t hear a word of what he said. So, the lesson remained a mystery to me. But whatever! I was ready for anything. So many emotions ravished my body that I was completely overwhelmed. All the feelings mixed together, and I felt only happiness. I had reached a plateau! The pleasure was constantly high, and yet the long-awaited climax kept alluding me. A special something was missing.

Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed, and my trainer responded accordingly. Reaching between my legs, he slipped three fingers into my leaking pussy. Curling his middle finger, he did the come-hither motion. And I exploded! Stars danced in front of my eyes as the orgasm washed over me. After the countless denials, it eclipsed every other climax that had come before! I squealed so loud that I became hoarse. But something else happened! A gush of clear fluid squirted out of my pussy! I was having a squirting orgasm while getting fucked in the ass! Unbelievable, but true! And yet, the squirt stopped as soon as the asspert pulled his bad-ass boner out of my asshole. It wasn’t one long ejaculation but a quick succession of spurts. And it only ever happened when Colton drilled his dick into my bunghole. This was surreal!

“Boom, man! That’s what we call the bimbo burst!” Chet had a ball with the nasty acronyms.

In response, Tanman turned it into a sick spectacle. Ass ram… cunt squirt… ass ram… cunt squirt… What a perfidious pattern! It drove me wild and wore me out at the same time. My body shook savagely, and my limbs turned to jelly. As a result, my arms and legs gave way until I lay flat on my torso. On my way down, the fat fuckpole slipped out of my ass with a loud pop. Reacting hectically, I put my hands on my booty to open my ass cheeks. Just as it befits a butt bunny!

Remember the gapepop? Chet and Ben did! But the rest hadn’t experienced it before. What an oversight! And so, Colton made sure to demonstrate it in all its gory details. Needless to say, he insisted on pushing his finger up my stretched-out sphincter and plopping it out until a volley of cavernous sounds echoed through the lounge. The shame was real! 

“Let the record show, blondie failed lesson six!” Mr. Trainer made me listen up.

That hit me like a cold shower and brought me back to my senses. I cringed when I realized that I had failed for the second time. One more failure and it would be over! Strike out! Over and done with! That couldn't happen. No way! On the verge of tears, I tried to come up with another lesson, but I was too exhausted. I had run out of ideas.

“As you know, fortune favors fools!” Colton made my heart stop. “There’s a seventh lesson n we've heard it all. It’s the gapepop! So it’s a win!”

Seriously? All wasn’t lost? I had made it? I could hardly believe my luck. And so, everything blurred into one long triumph. My trainer pulled his voting slip out of his pocket, crumbled it up, and stuffed it into my ass. He followed the paper with his monster cock to bury it like a treasure. A few strokes later his bad-ass boner began to throb and decorated my ass walls with a thick layer of cum coating. But I couldn’t say when it started or stopped. My mind was too foggy, and my body too worn out. Period!

I faintly remember squatting on the top of the counter. Even though the bad boy had truly wrecked and gaped out my shitter, I had to place my hands on my but cheeks and pull my buns open as much as I could. I pushed hard a couple times, trying to expel the ballots. But they were too deep inside of me. Instead of a ballot, Colton’s cum oozed out of my bunghole. Finally, his ballot slipped out of my quivering gapehole. That was a win! But only the beginning. There were five more voting slips buried deep up my bowels. And they had been in there for a whole day! Since my legs were getting too wobbly, I had to lay back on the counter and lift my legs in the air as I kept grunting and squeezing. Forcing the ballots through my ass ring, my groaning became that of desperation. This was more straining than anything before! So absurd!

But suddenly, things heated up. The papers began to slide faster and faster until they plopped onto the counter. What a disgusting sight! The ballots were all sticky and greasy. In fact, they were completely glued together, forming a clumpy lump instead of individual slips. To the boys’ cheering, I first slurped Colton’s creampie off the counter before I pulled the papers apart and read them aloud. Long story short, I had been elected butt bunny by a vote of four to one! Let me tell you when I find out who voted against me, there’s hell to pay. But whatever! A win is a win, and nobody can ever take it away from me! Period!

---Squealy can’t get enough kicks out of it---

After the election was decided, Ben let me have a drink and gather my strength. Like a true gentleman, he even gave me my cell, so I could dictate the latest update into my app. You wouldn't believe how much the boys enjoyed listening to me put the dirty deeds into words. They actually encouraged me to crank up the dirty talk. So, I hope you liked it.

“Yo, bros!” He addressed his fratpals when I was done. “You wanna know what happened after the bossman kicked us out of the Vonderstore?”

“The dumb cunt sucked the boss boner. We know that! But it wasn’t all. The booty bae got an extra exercise.” The slick prick added. “I guess the boss wanted her to feel the consequences. You know these stupid sluts need the physical experience to learn. Our butt bunny’s living proof of that.”

“Fuck me, but its’ true! The old fart put the brand bitch in the shop window! No shit!” The stuck-up brick chuckled. “She had to re-dress the mannequins while showing off her glowing ass to all the customers in the mall. Talk about a ditzy dummy, right? Booty-4-Brains really gives our titty tramp a run for the money! Hehehe!”

“Believe me, dudes, you definitely saw the spanking marks in those tiny-ass hotpants.” He finished his story.

Excuse me? The owner had done what? This sounded over-the-top! It didn’t really fit Mr. von Stein’s calm and stern demeanor! But what do I know about old men and their strange education methods. No matter how you slice it, Holly's behavior had been inappropriate. So maybe, the physical punishment had worked for my bae.

“No need to remind you, dudes! Our Tits-4-Brains here, she’s filling in for her fucking friend.” Ben interrupted my train of thought. “As I said, ditzy dumbfucks need the physical experience to learn.”

Au contraire! The opposite could be said about me. If today had taught me one thing, it was that corporal punishment didn’t turn me on. A few spanks or slaps were fine if they served to put me in place when I got cocky. But that was my limit! It wasn’t the pain but the psychological effect that excited me! I was no painslut but a humiliation hound. And that was the reason why domestic discipline was a whole different ball game. Anyway, it wasn’t the finding I expected, but it was the result I got. After all, you can’t choose your kinks! At least, I could cross discipline off my bucket list as it wasn’t a key factor for my arousal. Period!

“Yeah, dudes! I know we ain’t got any storefronts here.” The stuck-up snob tried to calm his fratpals when they began brainstorming again. “But sure as shit, our windows need cleaning.”

Holy shit! I hadn’t seen that one coming. Grabbing my arm, Ben pulled me out of the lounge. I was far too shocked to react. Before I had fully understood what was going on, it was too late. The damage was done. All I could hear was Chet standing up for me and questioning the reckless action. 

“Yo, man! You think that shit’s smart? This could end bad! Real bad!" The freshman argued. "Shit goes wrong n it’s gonna stick to Yamos forever. We're already on thin ice as it is!”

Thanks for trying, but it had no effect. The shitbird didn't care. He had made up his mind and his words were his bond. Since no one else objected, he pulled me through the entrance hall and out the door. He led me to the first window and then left me standing on the front lawn. And I panicked! After all, I was standing in public butt naked except for my red platform heels and rhinestone leash! The only thing covering my body were the red-hot ‘ΖΣΧ BITCH’ marks on my ass and the pink ‘BRO BUNNY’ stamps on my lower back, which made it so much worse! 

Nuff said! This is a distress signal! I call on all my followers to come to my aid because I need to find a way out of the public zone real quick. So, help your friendly fraternity bunny out.

*to be continued*

*Chapter 05: Tia helps her bestie and tackles another kink.*