u/Kept-secret

If your college was anything like mine, its campus is littered with clubs and societies catering to all sorts of interests: anime, foreign films, snowboarding. What I'm looking for are ideas for clubs centered on more adult interests, inappropriate for any real college: a shared kink, a favorite porn genre, or a niche fetish, perhaps. Some sliver of sexual common ground that I can use to bring fictional characters together.

Wearing high heels, a red dress, and a blindfold, Paige holds the hem of her skirt against the autumn breeze. The temperature has fallen since the sun went down, and the air is properly crisp, but even in her scanty attire the excitement she feels is enough to dispel any chill. Her husband told her that she’ll really like what he has planned for her this time.

Below her platform heels she feels a hard surface, sidewalk perhaps, but she is otherwise clueless as to her whereabouts. He always makes Paige put the blindfold on before getting in the car, to ensure the surprise. It’s three months now that he’s been whoring her out. 

The fantasy had been in her head longer than that. Sneaking around the back alleys of her imagination for years, occasionally stepping into the light long enough to be identified, was an illicit thought: wouldn’t it be fun to…? Only in the wake of her thirtieth birthday, feeling acutely aware of the impermanence of youth, did she feel compelled to speak the dream aloud. 

“Promise you won’t judge?” She whimpered. His lips were on the back of her neck; his hands were groping her firm breasts through the black lace of her bra. 

“Promise,” he whispered in her ear. 

But how could he not? What sort of husband wouldn’t judge his wife for secretly wanting to be–a whore? She judged herself. Paige felt guilty and ungrateful that her desires went beyond what her husband could provide on his own. It’s not that Derek left her unsatisfied, by any means. Their sex life remained active and exciting three years into their marriage. And still: wouldn’t it be fun to…?

“I have this fantasy where you whore me out to other men. They pay you, and you let them do whatever they want with me.”

Immediately she sensed a shift in Derek. His grip a little tighter, his voice a little gruffer as he responded: “yeah? You wanna be treated like a whore?” There was aggression but not anger in his tone. Did he think she was just teasing? What would he say if he knew how serious she was? 

“I fucking love that idea.”

Thus began this new phase in their relationship. Was phase the right word? It implied something temporary, but Paige found it hard to see how they could go back to the old ways. She'd been pimped out to their neighbor, who had long eyed her up in passing, Derek's boss, who took special pleasure in not wearing a condom, and a married couple from Craigslist, who reintroduced Paige to a sapphic sensuality she had abandoned back in college. Each of these encounters had been uniquely thrilling for Paige, each marking a new taboo being crossed, a new depth of depravity reached. Derek was more than happy to play the mastermind behind it all. Now, when his wife offered him her unpaid services in the bedroom, there was a certain extra playfulness about her, a feistiness that had been unlocked by her affairs with others. He took pleasure in being able to set his gorgeous wife free upon the world. 

Just where has he brought her today? Paige, in her mind, tours an array of endless possibilities, each more exciting than the last. A quiet suburb, where she’ll entertain a married man while his wife is away? Or perhaps the reverse? No: a city street, where onlookers are already eyeing her up with curiosity while her husband picks out the perfect stranger to take her into a back alley and use her like the cheap hooker she’s become. She listens carefully to her surroundings in search of some clue, and now hears her husband in conversation with another man, their voices growing nearer. 

“I promise we’ll take good care of her,” says the other man, with obvious delight. 

A familiar hand rests on her shoulders, and turns Paige in the direction he wants her facing. 

“You can take the blindfold off, honey.”

Paige removes the blindfold, and sees the entrance to a large brick building, framed by white columns. On the facade above the front door are three Greek letters: Sigma Alpha Chi. 

An open mouthed smile of excitement stretches across Paige's face as she realizes what's happening. 

“Welcome to the happiest place on earth, sweet cheeks,” says a blonde-haired college boy who has a hand on her ass before she can even turn to face him. “Well, it will be once the brothers see what a MILF you are.”

MILF? Did this smug little douchebag just call her a MILF? Paige wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or insulted. Her favorite kind of compliment. 

He begins guiding her, hand firmly planted on her ass, towards the door. She turns to say goodbye to her husband, but he has already disappeared from view. 

“Don't worry about him,” says the boy. “I'm Tripp Cunningham, President of Sigma Alpha Chi, and your personal host for the evening. It's my job, no, my duty, to ensure that no lady leaves our house unsatisfied.”

He is overly proud of this line, but Paige isn't paying attention to the smirk on his face as they walk in. The evening's festivities are already in full swing, music blaring, red solo cups in every attendee's hand. The smell of stale beer and body spray has transported her back ten years in time, to when she was a college student herself. She thinks about how thrilled her twenty year-old self would have been to have every leering eye upon her the way they're staring at her now as she's escorted by. She can’t help but feel proud knowing that even ten years and twenty pounds later, her body is still capable of commanding attention in a room like this. 

Tripp stands atop a coffee table and pulls Paige up to join him. She is on display now, for the crowd: 5’5”, with wavy, golden brown hair reaching her exposed shoulders, C-cup breasts showing just a hint of cleavage, wide hips and thick thighs. She almost wants to do a little twirl to show off her ass, which she’s always thought of as her best feature, but she doesn’t feel entirely confident in the table’s construction. 

“I'd like to make an announcement,” Tripp shouts over the music, which quickly quiets to accommodate him. “This lovely piece of ass is Paige, and she has volunteered to be our entertainment for the evening.”

Cheers from the boys in the crowd, looks of disgust from the girls. 

“I personally promised her loving handler that we would treat her with the level of respect and dignity that our chapter is famous for. So, you know, don’t break the fucktoy until everyone’s gotten a turn to play.”

With this tasteful bit of advice, the fun begins. The music regains its earlier volume and Tripp, raising his voice just to be heard by her, informs Paige that as President it is of course his responsibility to show the others how it’s done. His hand is under her skirt now, discovering the absurd degree to which Paige’s red panties are already soaked. There is a devilish twinkle in her green eyes watching it dawn on this 21-year-old twerp that she might even be more excited for what’s about to happen than he is. He pulls off her underwear, careful not to catch it on her heels before holding it aloft as the first trophy of the evening. Raucous cheers from the viewing audience, about ten interested guys and some morbidly curious girls at the moment. 

Now Tripp directs his guest to her knees, where Paige can see clearly in his slacks just how eager he is to take his turn with her. A chant of “suck his dick” starts as he unzips his pants to make that possible. His cock was decent, six inches and nicely thick: Paige has seen better but she’s certainly also seen worse. She doesn’t hesitate to give the crowd what they want, wrapping her mouth around his member. 

“Fuck,” he groans, as if even he is surprised by how ready to perform Paige is. Already she is tilting and bobbing her head along his length, showing off skills developed over more than a decade of debauchery. Even as the audience provides enthusiastic commentary, her eyes are locked on his, watching the fraternity president struggle not to go prematurely in front of his peers. He puts his hands in her hair and tries to take control over the situation, slowing things down when she knows he just wants to shove himself as deep into her throat as she can take it. Which is when she starts dancing her tongue around his dick. 

Tripp yanks her by her hair away from his sensitive cock to avoid an embarrassing early eruption. Breathing heavily, he pauses for some verbal foreplay. 

“I want you to tell everyone here what a nasty little cumslut you are,” he says, hoping to get under her skin. But Paige just smirks and turns towards the rest of the party. 

“I’m a nasty, filthy, depraved little cumslut who wants nothing more than to drain every set of balls in this house.” 

This statement of intent is met with a sort of awe from the frat boys, who loved hearing girls talk this way but had never heard one who actually meant it. Paige meant it. 

Having failed to prove his dominance over their housepet for the night through his words, Tripp now just wants to shut her up. He presses his cock back into her mouth with renewed aggression, pushing her head down towards his lap, feeling her throat around his cock and it all becomes too much for him. His orgasm arrives sooner than he wanted it, in surprising spurts–first in Paige’s mouth, then in thick gooey ropes onto her face. She looks pleased with herself as she turns towards the applauding crowd.

“So, who wants next?”

Everyone. 

They swarm towards her, some hands removing her dress from her body, others moving their pants from theirs. Having seen what this slut can do, each now wants to prove himself as the ultimate slutbreaker. Paige is quickly surrounded by hard cocks; exactly where she wants to be. 

The boys are crude, immature, and eager to reenact the demeaning and degrading things they've seen in porn. But no humiliation they can come up with is more than Paige can handle. They call her names and fuck her face, write on her body and spank her ass red, cum on the floor and task her with licking it up. She does it all with a smile. At one point in the night Paige swaps a load of jizz with a petite redheaded freshman who had drunkenly called her “an iconic bitch” and “what I wanna be when I grow up.” Around midnight, a pair of basketball players show up–at least, she assumes they were basketball players, judging by their height and the deference other partygoers show them. They skip the informal line and go straight to spitroasting her: one huge black cock is stuffed into her mouth, the other stretches her pussy, which still leaks cum from at least two previous partners.’

Just about all of this winds up on camera. Cell phones held by frat boys (and occasionally, some of the girls in attendance) capture much of the night’s action in photos and videos, which are then swiftly spread to friends on social media and strangers on the broader internet. One of the basketball players holds his phone in his hand, careful to make sure that Paige's bobbing head and bouncing round ass, “free use” written on her cheeks remain in frame the whole time he fucks her. This video will make its way to Pornhub under the title “White Ho Gets Doubleteamed,” joining other cinematic masterpieces from the evening: “MILF goes feral at the frat house,” “Amateur party slut blowbang” and, for some reason, “Step-mom lets her son’s friends pass her around.”

What would Paige’s friends think if they stumbled across one of these videos? How would her boss at the advertising agency react seeing his leading sales rep getting gangbanged online? These are questions for her to concern herself with on another day. Tonight, with the brothers of Sigma Alpha Chi doing their best to literally fuck her brains out, all Paige can think about is how much fucking fun she's having. How good it feels to be liberated from the expectation to deny her true desires! This is what Paige really wants, and she no longer cares who knows or what they think of it. At 4 A.M., when the final load of the night is sprayed across her backside, she is exhausted, yes. But she is also wondering why it took her so long to finally embrace her inner whore. 

By the time Derek arrives to reclaim his wife the next morning, he already has some idea of what transpired overnight. Paige kindly kept him updated with smiling facial selfies, and he received a few pictures and videos from unknown numbers as well. Still, when he opens the door and sees her standing there, he is struck. Her red dress is long gone, replaced by an oversized University hockey jersey, magnanimously donated to her in exchange for an early morning rimjob. Her hair and makeup are an absolute mess; the word cumdump is smeared but still legible across her forehead. But beneath these superficial signs of distress, he sees the look of joy, radiant and unashamed, in her bright smile. And seeing her this happy is what it’s all about. 

Original prompt by u/Sarckle. What follows is rough, degrading, kinky, but always consensual.

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Wearing high heels, a red dress, and a blindfold, Paige holds the hem of her skirt against the autumn breeze. The temperature has fallen since the sun went down, and the air is properly crisp, but even in her scanty attire the excitement she feels is enough to dispel any chill. Her husband told her that she’ll really like what he has planned for her this time.

Below her platform heels she feels a hard surface, sidewalk perhaps, but she is otherwise clueless as to her whereabouts. He always makes Paige put the blindfold on before getting in the car, to ensure the surprise. It’s three months now that he’s been whoring her out. 

The fantasy had been in her head longer than that. Sneaking around the back alleys of her imagination for years, occasionally stepping into the light long enough to be identified, was an illicit thought: wouldn’t it be fun to…? Only in the wake of her thirtieth birthday did she feel compelled to speak the dream aloud. 

“Promise you won’t judge?” She whimpered. His lips were on the back of her neck; his hands were groping her firm breasts through the black lace of her bra. 

“Promise,” he whispered in her ear. 

But how could he not? What sort of husband wouldn’t judge his wife for secretly wanting to be–a whore? She judged herself. Paige felt guilty and ungrateful that her desires went beyond what her husband could provide on his own. It’s not that Derek left her unsatisfied, by any means. Their sex life remained active and exciting three years into their marriage. And still: wouldn’t it be fun to…?

“I have this fantasy where you whore me out to other men. They pay you, and you let them do whatever they want with me.”

Immediately she sensed a shift in Derek. His grip a little tighter, his voice a little gruffer as he responded: “yeah? You wanna be treated like a whore?” There was aggression but not anger in his tone. Did he think she was just teasing? What would he say if he knew how serious she was? 

“I fucking love that idea.”

Thus began this new phase in their relationship. Was phase the right word? It implied something temporary, but Paige found it hard to see how they could go back to the old ways. She'd been pimped out to their neighbor, who had long eyed her up in passing, Derek's boss, who took special pleasure in not wearing a condom, and a married couple from Craigslist, who reintroduced Paige to a sapphic sensuality she had abandoned back in college. Each of these encounters had been uniquely thrilling for Paige, each marking a new taboo being crossed, a new depth of depravity reached. Derek was more than happy to play the mastermind behind it all. Now, when his wife offered him her unpaid services in the bedroom, there was a certain extra playfulness about her, a feistiness that had been unlocked by her affairs with others. He took pleasure in being able to set his gorgeous wife free upon the world. 

Just where has he brought her today? Paige, in her mind, tours an array of endless possibilities, each more exciting than the last. A quiet suburb, where she’ll entertain a married man while his wife is away? Or perhaps the reverse? No: a city street, where onlookers are already eyeing her up with curiosity while her husband picks out the perfect stranger to take her into a back alley and use her like the cheap hooker she’s become. She listens carefully to her surroundings in search of some clue, and now hears her husband in conversation with another man, their voices growing nearer. 

“I promise we’ll take good care of her,” says the other man, with obvious delight. 

A familiar hand rests on her shoulders, and turns Paige in the direction he wants her facing. 

“You can take the blindfold off, honey.”

Paige removes the blindfold, and sees the entrance to a large brick building, framed by white columns. On the facade above the front door are three Greek letters: Sigma Alpha Chi. 

An open mouthed smile of excitement stretches across Paige's face as she realizes what's happening. 

“Welcome to the happiest place on earth, sweet cheeks,” says a blonde-haired college boy who has a hand on her ass before she can even turn to face him. “Well, it will be once the brothers see what a MILF you are.”

MILF? Did this smug little douchebag just call her a MILF? Paige wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or insulted. Her favorite kind of compliment. 

He begins guiding her, hand firmly planted on her ass, towards the door. She turns to say goodbye to her husband, but he has already disappeared from view. 

“Don't worry about him,” says the boy. “I'm Tripp Cunningham, President of Sigma Alpha Chi, and your personal host for the evening. It's my job, no, my duty, to ensure that no lady leaves our house unsatisfied.”

He is overly proud of this line, but Paige isn't paying attention to the smirk on his face as they walk in. The evening's festivities are already in full swing, music blaring, red solo cups in every attendee's hand. The smell of stale beer and body spray has transported her back ten years in time, to when she was a college student herself. She thinks about how thrilled her twenty year-old self would have been to have every leering eye upon her the way they're staring at her now as she's escorted by. She can’t help but feel proud knowing that even ten years and twenty pounds later, her body is still capable of commanding attention in a room like this. 

Tripp stands atop a coffee table and pulls Paige up to join him. She is on display now, for the crowd: 5’5”, with wavy, golden brown hair reaching her exposed shoulders, C-cup breasts showing just a hint of cleavage, wide hips and thick thighs. She almost wants to do a little twirl to show off her ass, which she’s always thought of as her best feature, but she doesn’t feel entirely confident in the table’s construction. 

“I'd like to make an announcement,” Tripp shouts over the music, which quickly quiets to accommodate him. “This lovely piece of ass is Paige, and she has volunteered to be our entertainment for the evening.”

Cheers from the boys in the crowd, looks of disgust from the girls. 

“I personally promised her loving handler that we would treat her with the level of respect and dignity that our chapter is famous for. So, you know, don’t break the fucktoy until everyone’s gotten a turn to play.”

With this tasteful bit of advice, the fun begins. The music regains its earlier volume and Tripp, raising his voice just to be heard by her, informs Paige that as President it is of course his responsibility to show the others how it’s done. His hand is under her skirt now, discovering the absurd degree to which Paige’s red panties are already soaked. There is a devilish twinkle in her green eyes watching it dawn on this 21-year-old twerp that she might even be more excited for what’s about to happen than he is. He pulls off her underwear, careful not to catch it on her heels before holding it aloft as the first trophy of the evening. Raucous cheers from the viewing audience, about ten interested guys and some morbidly curious girls at the moment. 

Now Tripp directs his guest to her knees, where Paige can see clearly in his slacks just how eager he is to take his turn with her. A chant of “suck his dick” starts as he unzips his pants to make that possible. His cock was decent, six inches and nicely thick: Paige has seen better but she’s certainly also seen worse. She doesn’t hesitate to give the crowd what they want, wrapping her mouth around his member. 

“Fuck,” he groans, as if even he is surprised by how ready to perform Paige is. Already she is tilting and bobbing her head along his length, showing off skills developed over more than a decade of debauchery. Even as the audience provides enthusiastic commentary, her eyes are locked on his, watching the fraternity president struggle not to go prematurely in front of his peers. He puts his hands in her hair and tries to take control over the situation, slowing things down when she knows he just wants to shove himself as deep into her throat as she can take it. Which is when she starts dancing her tongue around his dick. 

Tripp yanks her by her hair away from his sensitive cock to avoid an embarrassing early eruption. Breathing heavily, he pauses for some verbal foreplay. 

“I want you to tell everyone here what a nasty little cumslut you are,” he says, hoping to get under her skin. But Paige just smirks and turns towards the rest of the party. 

“I’m a nasty, filthy, depraved little cumslut who wants nothing more than to drain every set of balls in this house.” 

This statement of intent is met with a sort of awe from the frat boys, who loved hearing girls talk this way but had never heard one who actually meant it. Paige meant it. 

Having failed to prove his dominance over their housepet for the night through his words, Tripp now just wants to shut her up. He presses his cock back into her mouth with renewed aggression, pushing her head down towards his lap, feeling her throat around his cock and it all becomes too much for him. His orgasm arrives sooner than he wanted it, in surprising spurts–first in Paige’s mouth, then in thick gooey ropes onto her face. She looks pleased with herself as she turns towards the applauding crowd.

“So, who wants next?”

Everyone. 

They swarm towards her, some hands removing her dress from her body, others moving their pants from theirs. Having seen what this slut can do, each now wants to prove himself as the ultimate slutbreaker. Paige is quickly surrounded by hard cocks; exactly where she wants to be. 

The boys are crude, immature, and eager to reenact the demeaning and degrading things they've seen in porn. But no humiliation they can come up with is more than Paige can handle. They call her names and fuck her face, write on her body and spank her ass red, cum on the floor and task her with licking it up. She does it all with a smile. At one point in the night Paige swaps a load of jizz with a petite redheaded freshman who had drunkenly called her “an iconic bitch” and “what I wanna be when I grow up.” Around midnight, a pair of basketball players show up–at least, she assumes they were basketball players, judging by their height and the deference other partygoers show them. They skip the informal line and go straight to spitroasting her: one huge black cock is stuffed into her mouth, the other stretches her pussy, which still leaks cum from at least two previous partners.’

Just about all of this winds up on camera. Cell phones held by frat boys (and occasionally, some of the girls in attendance) capture much of the night’s action in photos and videos, which are then swiftly spread to friends on social media and strangers on the broader internet. One of the basketball players holds his phone in his hand, careful to make sure that Paige's bobbing head and bouncing round ass, “free use” written on her cheeks remain in frame the whole time he fucks her. This video will make its way to Pornhub under the title “White Ho Gets Doubleteamed,” joining other cinematic masterpieces from the evening: “MILF goes feral at the frat house,” “Amateur party slut blowbang” and, for some reason, “Step-mom lets her son’s friends pass her around.”

What would Paige’s friends think if they stumbled across one of these videos? How would her boss at the advertising agency react seeing his leading sales rep getting gangbanged online? These are questions for her to concern herself with on another day. Tonight, with the brothers of Sigma Alpha Chi doing their best to literally fuck her brains out, all Paige can think about is how much fucking fun she's having. How good it feels to be liberated from the expectation to deny her true desires! This is what Paige really wants, and she no longer cares who knows or what they think of it. At 4 A.M., when the final load of the night is sprayed across her backside, she is exhausted, yes. But she is also wondering why it took her so long to finally embrace her inner whore. 

By the time Derek arrives to reclaim his wife the next morning, he already has some idea of what transpired overnight. Paige kindly kept him updated with smiling facial selfies, and he received a few pictures and videos from unknown numbers as well. Still, when he opens the door and sees her standing there, he is struck. Her red dress is long gone, replaced by an oversized University hockey jersey, magnanimously donated to her in exchange for an early morning rimjob. Her hair and makeup are an absolute mess; the word cumdump is smeared but still legible across her forehead. But beneath these superficial signs of distress, he sees the look of joy, radiant and unashamed, in her bright smile. And seeing her this happy is what it’s all about. 

He knows better. She's his student, his employee, his step-daughter, perhaps. Or it's a risky kink she wants to try that he's more cautious about. Some dynamic that gives him a very good reason for turning her down. But she doesn't care, does she? No, instead she's determined to get him to drop his pesky, prudish morals by the wayside. And she's very good at getting what she wants.

Just how does she go about seducing him? What does she do to make herself impossible to resist?