How I became The Volleyball Team's Slut - Part 7 - Sex Stories

How I became The Volleyball Team's Slut - Part 7

What was inside our lockers made us think that none of our slut lives were over… I opened the locker door and my expression turned to that of horror. My pussy tingled from memories of yesterday in a slutty uniform. I pulled out a corset that was more suited for a playboy mansion than college. The corset was black with ribbon lace-up back and zip up side closure. I reluctantly slipped it on. My cleavage was accented, the half-breast cuffs barely covering my nipples, which were erect and showing though slightly. Accompanying the corset was a black boy shorts that were a size too small. They barely covered my ass. Finally, to top it off, was a pair of ears. The rabbit ears were ridiculous, but inside Laurie’s locker was a note. “Wear these all day. See you at 5.” –Cassie That bitch was at it again. At least this time there was no dildo or anal plug, so our pussies were free to recover from the pounding they just received. I glanced sheepishly at the other girls, also in the same get up, and put the ears on. A quick twirl in the bathroom mirror confirmed my worst fears; that I am a cum slut. The next order of business was class. Or better yet, hiding in my dorm room until the time comes to return for another humiliating experience. I didn’t much care for slut points after what happened this morning. I don’t want to lose, but it’s not worth humiliating myself for it again and again. I glanced at the other two girls. We all stood in an awkward triangle trying to best decide how ...

... to return to our dorms without getting caught. I also need to consider how to obtain more slut points, but my pussy was already spent from the endless hours of fucking I had endured. We all left without a word, by a side exit. I took a long, roundabout way back to my dorm. Luckily, a side door was left open for whatever reason and I scurried into the residence, my ass bouncing in the tight boy shorts and my nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of the corset. Before I knew it, I had landed on my bed. There was no sign of my roommate, Samantha, so I set my alarm for a few hours into the afternoon and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up with a jolt, my limbs tense. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything. My gasp of exclamation halted from my lips by the all so familiar feeling of a ball gag. I went to investigate with my hands, but I was bound, my hands and feet to the bed post, my legs spread open. I was stripped naked of my playboy outfit. I struggled as I lay on my back. What was going on? I couldn’t help it. I fought; my hands digging into the well tied ropes. My back arched and my legs kicked. But to no avail. I was accomplishing nothing. What was the time? If I missed my slut event at five, I would be a fuck slut for the rest of the year. Without warning a vibrating egg was pressed against my pussy. My legs bucked in surprise, my body enjoying the familiar sensation. A moan escaped my lips, as the warm sensation travelled through my spine. Without warning, the ...