Fraternity Revenge Part 1: Casey’s Nightmare Begins - Sex Stories

Fraternity Revenge Part 1: Casey’s Nightmare Begins

I watch through the TV monitor as Casey walks into Jason’s room and sets her schoolbooks down on the bed. She doesn’t question why his bed doesn’t have sheets on it. Nor does she notice the red blinking light of the camera hidden in the corner. It’s no secret that Casey wants to fuck Jason. The bait is set. She came to the frat house with the intention of studying for their upcoming psych final, but it is not the schoolbooks that get her attention, it is his well stocked bar. As Jason pretends to look through his backpack Casey approaches his collection of bottles and takes one in her hand. “Is this all yours?” She asks, motioning to the array of liquor. The hidden mic isn’t great and her voice comes through the monitor speakers broken and fuzzy. Jason abandons his backpack and joins her at the bar. “Most of it.” He says, taking the bottle of vodka from her hand. “When my degree isn’t worth shit I figure I’ll at least make a good bartender.” “Will you make me something?” Casey trying to look cute as she moves close to Jason, pleading silently with her big blue eyes and exposed teen cleavage. From behind the monitor we silently congratulate each other. This is going better than planned. “Of course I will.” Jason replies. “Go sit down.” As Casey returns to the bed she swings her petite hips and hopes Jason is looking. The tiny white shorts she’s wearing showcase her long tanned legs and the tight ass that barely fits inside them. She sits back on the bare mattress, settling ...

... on her elbows and letting her perky tits push up against the tight black tank top. She pretends to admire something on the ceiling; inviting Jason to stare at her well toned body. “What a fucking slut.” Someone says, as we watch from down the hall. As Casey saunters across the room, selling her body with every step, Jason’s eyes are elsewhere. She is so busy trying to look sexy she doesn’t notice Jason pouring powder into her glass. It swirls as he adds in juice and vodka. Then, with the simple twirl of a straw, the powder disappears. Jason smiles and joins Casey on the bed, handing her the drugged drink. “Thank you.” She says, slipping the straw between her plump lips and pulling from the glass in slow, dramatic sips. Her tits rise with each sensual sip and the straw dances between her closed lips, subtly showing Jason the tricks her tongue knows. Jason looks on in disgust. How many guys had she pulled this stuff with while she was with Danny? He suppresses the nausea and smiles through gritted teeth at the young freshman slut, wondering how he can speed up the plan. He soon finds a solution that cures both his nausea and his impatience. He gives Casey a big wink and then downs his drink in one big gulp. The ice cubes cling against the empty glass as Jason jumps to his feet and Casey looks on, astonished. “Looks like I need another.” Jason says, walking to the bar again as Casey stares at her drink, pondering the bait. “Wait!” Casey calls. Jason turns around and the little ...