Objectified and Ass Worshiped by a Group of Frat Bros [MF]

Background: I dated my ex from my junior of high school to my junior year of college. We were destined to be together according to our parents. We both were Chinese-American, both strict academics. He was studying to become a doctor, me a civil litigator. But it all came crashing down when I cheated on him in a pretty horrific way. ?I posted my non-glorifying cheating story on another thread and got some horrible, misogynistic hate messages, even taking into account that I enjoy being degraded as a stupid dirty skank. So I decided to delete it. If you have an question about my cheating story, feel free to read the story in my profile. I am 27 now, but this following tale took place when I was 22.

After my breakup from my boyfriend, as awful and insane as it was, I felt like a new person. While my grades slipped, I was running every day. Going to the campus gym frequently. Eating well, drinking less. I got a large tattoo on my right shoulder blade and a really painful one on the top of my foot. I felt a little more dangerous.?

One of my good friends in college had a boyfriend (also unhappily), and was living vicariously through me as I let her talk to guys on my Tinder for me whenever we hung out. And I shared with her every single one of my hookups, and every single time I used a guy to get a free dinner.?

One night there was an 80’s party at a frat house and we went with a big group. My friend and I both wore the stretchiest, tightest, spandex outfits we could find, along with leg warmers, headbands, garish makeup, ponytails, etc. and had gotten pretty drunk within an hour or two of being there. By virtue of being at a huge frat party we had somehow gotten lumped in with two frat brothers who were hanging out with us, charming us, getting us more alcohol. ?

We had gone up to an upstairs room and were smoking weed. A blunt was being passed around, and then a guy, sitting next me, out of the blue says “*Can I just say that* *your ass looks so fucking hot in those leggings*?”?

It was the first time anyone IN MY LIFE had complimented me on my butt. I was self-conscious about how small it was for my entire life. My mother had always called me “pancake”. I had been doing squats in the gym for months. Lunges at the park. Lunges in my room. The sudden lustful attention on something I was SO insecure made me grin, made me blush, made me feel elation throughout my entire body. ☺️I stood up and put my butt right in his face.

“Here, give it a squeeze.” I offered.

“Mara!” my friend pleaded. It was no use.

It was like pleasure receptors had suddenly appeared as he pressed his hands into me. Tight squeezing turned into a few jiggles. A few jiggles turned into a few slaps.

“Bro, come check out this ass.”?

Another pair of hands went on me, intensifying the pleasure and my sense of worth. And then another pair. All of a sudden there was a pack of hungry wolves around me, groping me, caressing around my thighs, hips, lightly spanking me. They pulled my leggings up to give me a wedgie and asked me to shake my cheeks while other hands grazed by, getting their squeezes and slaps in. I was getting my ass worshiped.?

My friend came over and whispered in my ear to tone it down. She grabbed my hand and walked me out of the room. The guys were upset. “Oh what?” “C’mon!”

We walked down a staircase and stopped a few steps down. We looked into each other’s eyes and realized how high we both were. Except where my friend was one step away from a panic attack, I was nearing euphoria. She was terrified of her boyfriend finding out. ?I told her to stop caring and that he probably shouldn’t be with him anyway if she was so unhappy.

Just then, the guy who sat next to me, who was looking hotter under brighter ceiling lights, came up to me and put his hands on my waist and looked right into my eyes, refusing to break contact. ?I put my arms around the back of his neck as he pulled me in closer.

“You’re so *fucking* hot.” He declared. We were eye fucking each other. “I want *you* tonight.” And I wanted him too. I felt his hands slide down to cup my ass cheeks. I also felt blood rush to my pussy and could sense the swelling. ?

“But, my friend.” I said.

“She can come, too.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his hard cock which was about to burst through the seams of his jeans. My friend and I looked at each other and her anxiety disappeared. She smiled and sheepishly agreed as he led us to his room, and closed the door. ?He flipped the light switch off and all three of us were in his bed.

Unfortunately, my friend was so fucked up that she went over to his desk and said she’d watch, but ended up passing out. That didn’t deter us, though, as naked making out turned into him going down on me, which turned into me wrapping my legs around his waist and him barreling his hard penis into me. ?I was slightly upset that my friend had passed out; I kinda wanted her to watch and I have a feeling she wanted to watch as well.

He pulled out just as I was getting ready to orgasm and I leaned forward and tasted myself on his cock. I had never tasted this good, and I never remembered being so incredibly slick. I stroked him to completion and took his bleachy, salty load in my mouth. And suddenly, two of his fingers went inside me as his thumb rubbed my clit. He hit my g-spot exactly and firmly brought me to completion as my hips gyrated up and down, shaking the bed. ? All with a bunch of cum in my mouth; I didn’t want to swallow it, but I did begrudgingly.

We all spent the night together. My friend and I snuck out before he woke up, harboring some nasty hangovers. Our friendship kinda fell apart after that. She was upset that I had still fucked him even though she had passed out. I contended that she had agreed to come into the room beforehand and that if she hadn’t have passed out, she would’ve fucked him too. ?

She denied this. She stayed with her boyfriend, and asked that I not mention this night again. I honored her wish for a few years, until we reconnected and laughed about how insane the night was.

My life spiraled into a strange hellish mess after this. While I graduated, I fell far below expectations from my family. I started bartending, which turned into exotic dancing, which turned into a short-term cocaine addiction and a few amateur adult films. ?I hit rock bottom when I got a temporary restraining order against me from another stripper I had become obsessed with and ordered to go to therapy by our lawyer so that the judge would not grant a permanent.

Attention is quite a drug, especially when it arrives all at once.❗️

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/inmave/objectified_and_ass_worshiped_by_a_group_of_frat