Ella, the fraternity fucktoy [F/MMMM…] [blackmail] [long]

I unlocked the front door to my apartment, exhausted, and threw my backpack on the floor. I quickly laid down in my unmade bed and sighed. I’d just gotten out of a three-hour lecture on the phases of mitosis. Ordinarily, the lecture would’ve bored me half to death, but my focus was glued to the attractive new professor. Easily six feet tall, with salt-and pepper curls and amber-colored eyes, his deep, sexy voice grabbed my attention on the first day of class. Rumors were he’d just gone through a messy divorce, and I often found myself fantasizing about him during class. Something about a man in a position of power drove me wild.

Turned on by the thought of my professor, I slid my hand up my dress and down the front of my lacy thong. Unsurprisingly, I was already wet. I was experiencing a bit of a dry spell after breaking up with my boyfriend, David, a month prior.

I slowly slipped a finger inside myself. I moaned, appreciating the feeling of having something inside of me. I was soon interrupted, however, by the vibration of a text message. Annoyed, I opened it. The text was from a number I didn’t recognize.

“Hey Ella,” it read, “we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight.”

Underneath it was a nude photo of myself. I quickly recognized it as one I’d sent David a few months ago. I took it during summer break when I was back home visiting my parents in Florida. I’d spent the day tanning at the beach, the sun bringing out the blonde highlights in my long hair. Frustrated after weeks without seeing David, I was feeling horny and decided to strip down along the shore. My modest C-cups peeked out of my bikini top, and my shaved pussy was on full display. I remembered how thrilling I found the idea of getting caught, fully exposed, by a stranger.

“Who is this?” I texted back, “David?”

“Guess again ?” the anonymous person responded.

I paused. David was the only guy I’d ever sent nudes to. That asshole must have shared them with someone else. Before I even had time to respond, though, my phone buzzed again. And again. And again. My screen was flooded with countless nudes I’d sent David over the course of our two years together. Me, spread eagle on his bed, fingers inside myself. Me in the bathroom of my sorority house, naked except for a pair of thigh-high socks. Me, tits out, in the middle of the office I’d interned at last fall.

“Did you know our frat has a group chat where we share all the nudes girls send us?” the mystery person texted.

*THAT FUCKER!* I thought. One of the reasons I’d broken up with David was because of his association with some of the sleaziest frat bros on our campus, but I never thought that he would’ve shared these photos with them.

“What the fuck do you want?” I texted back after the initial shock had worn off.

“You’re going to come to our frat house tonight so we can use you like the slut we know you are.”

“Lol right,” I responded, a small part of me hoping this was some twisted prank David had decided to pull.

“Ella…if you don’t show up, we can do a lot of damage to your reputation with these photos… like A LOT of damage.”

I paused. This guy was right. It was hard enough earning respect at my school as a female STEM major. I constantly found my ideas being dismissed and guys not taking me seriously. But with these photos out there? I would never be taken seriously again. I would undoubtedly be kicked out of my sorority, and my job prospects would be next to none. It became clear that I only really had one choice.

An hour later, my heart pounding, I shoved a fistful of condoms in my purse and began the walk to David’s frat house. There was still a tiny part of me hoping that this was a cruel prank, but another part of me…kind of hoped it wasn’t.

As I began up the stairs to the house, my heart practically beat out of my chest. I paused at the front door, not quite sure what to do. Before I knew it, a strong hand grabbed me and pulled me inside.

Half-stunned, I surveyed my surroundings. The frat house was about the same as I remembered, but a lot darker. The lights remained off, the only source of light from the skylight above us. In the living room were easily twenty guys, all wearing hoods to obscure their faces.

“Hey Ella!” one of them said, breaking the room’s silence, “Thanks for coming.”

“As if I really had a choice,” I scoffed.

“You’re right,” he replied, moving closer and roughly shoving me onto my knees, “you really don’t.” He unbuttoned his jeans and hastily shoved his cock in my mouth. I tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by his eight inches.

As much as I hated to admit it, I loved sucking cock. Nothing made me feel quite as powerful as a mouth full of some guy’s cum. Before long, I found myself deep throating my mystery man, moaning, and reached for my clit.

“Oh Ella, there’s no need for that,” another guy said, “I can take care of you.” I moaned as the new guy’s fingers slipped under my skirt and into my underwear. He brushed against my clit and I shivered. He paused for just a moment before plunging his fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you guys,” he laughed, “she’s so wet.”

I could hear the second guy unbuckling his belt behind me. I froze, pulling my mouth off of the first mystery guy’s cock. “Can you at least put on a condom?” I asked pleadingly, “I have a bunch, they’re in my purse, just grab—” I was interrupted by uproarious laughter.

“Ella, honey, do you really think we’re going to bother with condoms?” the second guy asked patronizingly. Before I knew it, he plunged his entire cock inside of me. I couldn’t hold back a moan. It had been too long since I’d been fucked like this—passionately, roughly, and with reckless abandon. I cried out as someone reached for my clit. I’d never felt this turned on before. He began pumping in and out of me, first incredibly fast, then a bit slower. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. He shoved his cock in me one last time, and I felt my pussy fill up with cum.

As the night wore on, I found myself becoming the frat’s human fucktoy. None of my holes went unfilled for more than thirty seconds. My pussy, ass, and mouth were filled with cum more times than I could count. And, as much as I hesitate to admit it, I loved it. As guy after guy came wherever he pleased, on my tits, my back, my face, I found myself growing even more turned on. By last count, I came about five times.

I lost track of the time, but I knew at least an hour had passed by the moonlight streaming in above me. Finally, each guy had had his fill. The first guy, who had cum inside my mouth, pulled back on his jeans. “Thanks for a great night, Ella…hope we’ll see you again soon.”

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