I went to college at a very popular school. It was known for its football program, and it basically dominated life on campus. The athletes were treated like celebrities. They got away with everything, and they were known to party and fuck like there was no tomorrow.
Back then, if you were lucky enough to fuck one of the football players, then you were part of their inner circle. Even more so if you got the QB or some other guy, who might even go to the NFL. We would all go to the games, all dolled up and wore skimpy outfits. Maybe you’d get some TV time and your social media would blow up. Basically, to appeal to them, you would make it known that you would do ANYTHING to fuck one of them. Anything is on the table, sexually. Again, fucking one of them would lead to bigger and better things. The football guys all knew this and their unique position with the women.
One week, I found out that one of the football stars had a huge high heels obsession. The sluttier, the better. So I used that as my way to appeal to him. I’d go to their parties and wear them, find him and show off. Or I’d wear them to class, and constantly crossed my legs to get his attention. Anything really, I was dying to fuck him. Eventually my efforts paid off, as he asked me to be his Pussy of The Week. POTW was exactly what you expect it to be. You would go to his apartment, and be his little fuck toy, and hope he asks you back for another date. The odds of a long term thing were slim, but there have been times when girls were able to latch on date one of the guys.
Leading up to the date night with him, he told me to wear these trashy high heels all around campus. Kind of as a test. He wanted to let it be known that I was his POTW. So I did. These trashy clear stripper heels to class. To the dining hall. Those who knew about his test, knew that I was his POTW. Those who didn’t know, just probably thought I was a weird slut. But whatever, both the same to me.
When it came to date night, I showed up at his apartment, I was dressed in the most sluttiest thing I could find. Something that he would have tons of fun with. I basically showed up wearing his trashy heels, this outfit, and an overnight bag. As he was walking me back to his room, we stopped a few times. So he could introduce me to his football friends. It was a sham really, he was just showing off, as everybody knew that I was his POTW, especially dressed the way that I am. When we got to his room, he was ready for me. Clean room, clean bed. He had installed these wall sized mirrors. It’s clear that this wasn’t his first time.
Him being an athlete, and myself being in really good shape, led to an amazing night of fucking. Face fucking, rough, hardcore pounding. Anal. Facials, you name it, I did it. Again, the hopes are to be asked back for another week. So anything he wanted, I happily obliged. And of course, I left the heels on the entire time. I don’t know what was more sore, my pussy or my feet from wearing them. Now it wasn’t all fucking. I did throw on one of his football jerseys over my nude body and walked over to his friend’s room, to fetch something. And I did run into another POTW for someone else, and we awkwardly bonded.
The next day, I was flying high. So proud of myself. I walked out of their apart, still wearing the slut outfit and my face messy with old makeup and dried cum. I was practically gushing to my girlfriends when I got back.
I did manage to see the football guy a few more times. But it was purely sexual, I wasn’t able to date him for anything meaningful. He eventually moved on to another POTW, and I moved on too, fucking another football guy as his new POTW.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jazniw/i_was_a_pussy_of_the_week_potw_for_a_college