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Despite what pop culture and media says not every frat boy is the most terrible person you’d ever meet. Now quite a few do live up to the stereotype but my experiences during and post college have been pretty damn good. In fact a few of my first time experiences happened not only with frat boys but inside of a frat house. Nothing insane like party sex, being gangbanged (unfortunately), or walk of shamed after being used, just mostly just right guy at the right time getting into some fun.

Im also feeling a bit inspired after cleaning out some of my college things and am in the mood to play out a few of those fun times.

My First DP: Banging a cute boy who is a real freak is honestly something you take for granted when you have to deal with vanilla guys. The kind of guy to ask what you’re into for the sole purpose of doing all of it is what kept me stopping by after class a few times a week. This arrangement ment getting to ride a fat cock with a plug in my ass regularly. That was my first taste of DP which quickly progressed to toys and even bigger toys. Eventually I was showing up to get double stuffed with a small collection of toys in my bag until I got called out.

How long was I going to hide from a real DP like in the porn we watched while we fucked. I wasn’t hiding from it but where the hell would I find a guy willing to replace the toys. Turns out in the same house I was getting fucked in and the cute boy drilling me regularly wasn’t going to let me hear the end of it. Like ripping a bandaid off I just let him pick a friend and tell me when to show up. Couldn’t even drink legally for a few more months at the time and I was getting double stuffed… aggressively. I would love to play out a scene here that has me learning that the real thing is always better than practice.

Mr. Big: After a certain size much like tits the drop off from sexy to side show is quick. There are guys who do walk the line of nearly too big and I didn’t meet my first one until senior year. Stressing over wanting to graduate my sex life took a backseat until it was a sure thing I was getting my diploma. Wanting to celebrate I went back to a familiar well of frat guys and found my Mr. Big.

Nearly too big in this case was a 9 inch, fat headed beast that I willingly got used by for nearly two months before graduation. I was at the top of my dick pleasing submissive era so when I say the man got it his way, I was straight up a whore for the guy. I’m after a scene that sees me used by a rather large cock in very fun and somewhat degrading sex.

Servicing The Military: As the daughter of a veteran, my dad let me know very early on to avoid men in the military while they’re still in. Give him an hour and he’d give you the same laundry list of reasons he gave me before I left for college. I listened of course which was best after watching friends go through the same things I was warned against. That said you do run into a lot of former and leaving older members on campus, some times you have to risk it.

I did for an older marine who was a year removed from active duty my junior year and it was a blast! A super respectful, fit guy who was studying law that just talked his way from group projects to risky public sex. Now this scene is cheating as it isn’t frat related but I don’t see myself writing about college again so I wanted to include this one as an option.

I am opening to changing up your character in this scene to better match you as playing someone else isn’t usually fun. Open to discussion and questions so should one of these ideas interest you or spark something, let me know more about it.

From the very moment you sign the “in case of the worst” document package before a mission, it’s made very clear how fucked you are if you get captured. Becoming a spy is knowing your country with abandon you should you fall into enemy hands and that no cavalry is coming to rescue you. That’s something you have to suppress to get the job done but always home you’d be the exception should the worst happen. You never really forget that it only takes one slip up to end up as a target. Once you blow your cover it’s always an uphill fight to get out before capture after that.

I’d always been the one to make it home no matter how bad a mission goes but even the best slip up. All it took was being too tired after 72 hours of beating it to the border after a contact was compromised and using an old safe house without scoping it out first. I went to sleep on the run and woke up captured, shipped off for interrogation without a shot being fired or a punch being thrown.

All I could think of as I waited for interrogation was how obvious it was in hindsight, this was completely my fault ending up where I was. Agencies say they prepare agents for interrogation but the human mind is real inventive with the application of pain. My interrogator was an expert in her application and there was no happy place to find after a while, just me and whatever flavor of pain she had in store for the day. Weeks of interrogation dragged by without ever being asked a question, they had all the information from the contact so my suffering was solely for the joy of my interrogator.

“You’re pretty strong, a very strong woman my dear. All this pain that you don’t have a way to make stop yet you endure, that’s real strength. I however am growing bored and usually when I’m bored of my toys, they’re thrown away but I still feel there is more I can use you for.” The bitch cracked a smile for the first time as she felt me up and gave me a one sided kiss on the lips. The offer was a simple one, I could be her sexual play thing or she could “throw me away” to prison for enemies of the state. The first option was surrendering to the desires of a cruel bitch and the second was being forced to fulfill desires by who knows how many men.

It was bad deal or worse deal and I chose the best chance I had at seeing freedom again. The second kiss she gave me wasn’t one sided and her smile unsettling smile let me know she was truly going to enjoy me.

Hey there! Today I’m looking for a captured spy scene where I play the spy surrendering herself to humiliation at the hands of a cruel interrogator. I am however not looking for anyone to play the cruel bitch herself but as one of the many men she has use me for entertainment. The idea that I’m after is her seeing just how much I’m willing to debase myself to avoid another session of interrogation.

A few ideas I have of what her idea of entertainment looks like.

-Being fucked by members of the government like a prime minister just to show off her latest prize and make some powerful friends.

-Having me submit to another captured spy from the mission that fell apart, either we put on a good show or else.

-Commanding a guard who showed me compassion use and punish me as a way to let me know nothing is free now.

-Unveiling that the contact who flipped was part of a plan and then having me fuck them daily as a reminder of how ahead she was.

-Dropping me off at troop barracks across the country to “raise morale” by letting them gangbang an enemy of the nation.

Should one of these ideas interest you or spark something, let me know more about it.

“Whore!”

“Bitch!”

“Tramp!”

Each insult was followed by the sound of leather meeting skin and the whimpers of the Queen as her ass belted red. Normally dressed in on the finest clothes she hung by her hands from the ceiling in nothing at all. The candle light of the dungeon in her own castle was stark difference of the stained glass windows allowing in sunlight of the upper floors. It made the moment stand out as insult and strike landed back to back until she could bare no more.

“I yield! I yield brave knight!”

The leather hit the floor as the loyal knight unchained his majesty and kneeled as she collected herself. She kissed his head thanking thanked him for his service before sending him off to bed. Gathering herself she made her way back to her bed chamber and exposed her punished bottom to the king.

“Do you think you’ve had enough or should I correct you further?”

She smirked at the man, pouting playfully before he clapped his hands twice. Another of his knights in nothing but a black mask entered the room with rope and a jar of oil. He kneeled at the kings side before standing and awaited instructions.

“My wife seems to believe her dear husband is above punishment, attempt to change her mind until she yields.”

With that exited the king to his own bed chamber and locked the door to allow the knight privacy to complete his task. Another night of the show and dance the king enjoyed with his much younger wife. He knew he couldn’t keep up with the desires of woman her age at his age but that didn’t mean they still couldn’t enjoy a very active sex life. With the aid of trusted knights, servants, friends, and even other kings her needs could be met in all kinds of ways.

Hey there! What I want out of this set up is to take the idea of old king and hot young queen and make it fun. A king who shares out of love because he just can’t keep up with how much sex his queen needs. Her fantasies are a check list for him and neither would change a thing as they’ve grown to love it. There are a few fantasy scenes I would to play out with this dynamic involved.

-Ravaged By A Raider: The Vikings have been long conquered but the stories still live on as do the queen desires to screw one. A trusted noble who can trace his blood line back to those days just so happens to be visiting. You get the idea here but the location might be a surprise.

-The Artist: Commissioning a nude piece is one thing but to be commissioned for a bondage piece is another. Viewing the Queen for hours at a time nude and restrained takes a trust, the kind of trust you have for a man who is allowed to do more than just look. This portrait when finished is going to be more explicit than the king expected for sure.

-Whore For The Order: No women are allowed in the bunkhouse of the knights as per rules of the order. That said the queen is no regular woman and if she asks for the tour it is given. If on this tour she asks to service as many brave and noble knights she can, she is allowed to. A knights duty is to his lord no matter the task is very clear in the oath to the order.

Should one of these ideas interest you or spark something, let me know more about it.