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‘Join us for our annual breeding seminar this Saturday as an active participant’ was the headline along with more information about what that would entail, the precautions that are taken for the safety of all attendees and the payment offered for my participation.

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What type of person would want a ghost in their room watching them anyways? But I do. I miss his eyes and his touch and him telling me what to do.

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What I really mean is this hot, forbidden and absolutely filthy, but I can’t say that because I can’t be into this, right?

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Take off panties, put on blindfold, kneel and wait.
So then why did I feel so unsure?

When I walked to the back study area of the third floor of Knox Hall Library where the card had sent me, I expected the area to be more secluded. But it’s not. Even though it’s late evening, there are still a few other students trying to work a dozen rows away. It’s almost certain that someone could find me like this, but I want to be a chosen princess and this is part of it.

The instructions with the time and place had been neatly written on a thick paper card that had been slipped under my dorm room door along with the silk blindfold. This is my first task and now that I’m here, I’m not sure that I’m actually up for it.

I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the comforting smell of the old books that surround me. I guess it could be worse. I’m wearing a short pleated skirt, a simple black crop top and matching black cropped cardigan. I wasn’t sure how to dress, but I figured if I had to take my panties off, I should at least make it easier and not wear pants.

Maybe you think this is a bit desperate, and it is in a way, but it’s also something I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I heard of its existence freshman year. Some might think it would be demeaning or humiliating to be shared by three men, but no one’s forcing me to be here. I asked for this. I applied for this. I want this. The elite three every year get to decide on their chosen princess at the beginning of their senior year. After she is chosen, she services her three, in whatever way they wish. It’s sounds incredible. She’s also usually adored as if she were a real princess of course.

I shift a little as the draft makes me feel the wetness between my legs. I hope the whole task isn’t just kneeling here the whole night. That would be pretty boring and my legs would hurt I’m sure. Just as I huff out an annoyed breath, I hear it.

Footsteps are approaching my spot and I try not to flip out. I really hope it’s them and not some innocent person looking for a book, or worse, a staff member coming to kick me out. I hear them come closer and the smell of their masculine cologne makes my head spin. Whoever is here doesn’t say anything for a moment. I try to not seem nervous and just focus on relaxing into the role and following my task as directed.

I feel a gentle hand reach out and touch my chin, tilting it upward towards what I assume is a face. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but I jump a little when the sound of his deep voice reaches my ears.

“Name?” He asks.

“Lacey.” I quickly respond. For some reason I thought he would call me a pet name right away or pull out his dick for me to lick. Both options I would be more than okay with. I’m a little thrown off that he’s asking for my name, especially because he should already know it since I wrote it on my very detailed application. Also where are the other two men? Are they here too and they’re just watching creepily? Or is this not even one of the elite three men at all and I’m being assessed by a random stranger.

The problem is, I don’t actually know who the elite three are either so it’s not like I could recognize their voices. It’s so early in the year no one is aware of who has been chosen. Yet here I am, on my knees, no panties, hoping to be fucked by all of them. I don’t have it in me to judge myself right now.

“Lacey.” He repeats back in a low voice. “Are you good at following commands Lacey? Exactly how they are given?”

I’m sure of my answer immediately.

“Yes.” I say with certainty.

“Crawl forward five feet.”

I take a breath and then place my hands in front of me, lift myself to all fours, and crawl to what I hope is about five feet. My skirt isn’t long enough to fully cover my ass and I know my pussy is clearly visible to anyone standing behind me. I secretly hope someone is behind me so that they can see the pretty sight. When I reach where I think five feet is, I stop and go back to kneeling.

“Lift your skirt.” The next command comes from a different male voice somewhere to my left. I feel slightly more nervous about this command, but I quickly do as I’m told. I gather up my short skirt and expose my bottom half to whoever is watching. No one says anything for a moment and I try to breathe normally.

“Put it down.” The third voice is heard somewhere to my right. “Now lay back on the floor.”

I quickly shift so that my legs are in front of me and lower myself to the ground. I can hear and feel them surrounding me closely as they continue their assessment.

“Thoughts?” The first voice speaks. I hesitate for a moment because it doesn’t seem like he’s actually talking to me and I’m glad I do when the second voice responds.

“Pretty.” He says simply. I try not to glow too much at the small praise.

“She obeys.” Says the third voice. I bite my lip to not smile at this remark. Hope fills me as I wait impatiently for them to speak again. They seem to be having a silent conversation above me and I stay still in my place below them. A hand reaches for mine and lifts me to standing. Another set of hands removes my blindfold and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the light before I can see the three men in front of me. When I do, my jaw almost drops. They’re so attractive it makes my knees weak and I have the urge to kneel beneath them once more.

“Hi Lacey.” I recognize the first deep voice from the man with dark hair and eyes standing in the middle. “I’m Carter, this is Ethan,” he gestures to the brown haired man with green eyes to his left, “and this is Jason.” He gestures to the blonde man with blue eyes to his right. “We’re this year’s elite three. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He grins.

“Hello.” I say before awkwardly waving and quickly putting my hand back down when I realize what I’m doing. Jason snorts. I blush hard and look down at the floor. I hope that didn’t ruin whatever impression I made.

“She’s cute.” Jason says and I recognize him as the third voice I heard earlier. I appreciate them not making fun of me too much.

“We know you already applied and have agreed to the general terms of the agreement, but we would like to have a detailed discussion and build a contract with you if that’s something that you would be willing to do.” Carter speaks again and stares at me expectantly. Is he really saying what I think he’s saying?

“Wait, you want me? Did I get it? Am I this year’s chosen princess?” I hope this is real and not some bizarre joke or test.

“Yes.” Says Ethan simply.

“Oh, thank you! This is, wow, thank you!” I gush happily and Jason smiles sweetly back at me.

“Great. We’ll be in touch.” Carter says before the three of them all turn to leave.

I smile to myself and do a little spin of happiness before walking myself back to my room. Once I’m inside I lean against the door, unable to process that this is actually happening.

This is going to be so much fun.

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Tonight is my boyfriend’s birthday, so I thought it would be a fun surprise to put on sexy pink bunny lingerie, a mouth gag and to restrain myself to his bed. What I didn’t expect was for there to be a surprise party and for the house to be filled with his douchey friends. This wouldn’t be a problem if I hadn’t gotten stuck in these stupid self-restraint straps that I got online for cheap. They’ve gotten jammed and I’m trying not to panic. It’s going to be okay, the door is closed and I just need to breathe, focus and try again.

That is until the door suddenly opens.

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“Good girl. Do you remember your safe word?” He waits for my nod of confirmation before continuing. “Good, because Daddy needs to use your little pussy now baby, and I’m not going to stop until I’m done with you.”

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I can’t believe this is happening. I never would have thought that the ritual Tuesday night hang out I have with my best friend would turn into this. One minute we’re rewatching The Vampire Diaries and the next Maddie is asking to taste my cum. God damn this fucking girl is going to be the end of me.

She’s beautiful on her knees as I push the remainder of my cum into her mouth and she sucks my fingers clean as if she can’t get enough. I think I could come again just looking at her.

She’s kneeling completely naked in front of me except for her wet little panties and I am so close to begging her to let me suck them clean like the pathetically obsessed man that I am.

I’ve been into her pretty much since the day that I met her. She has no filter with her words or with her expressions and I love how I seem to always get exactly what she’s thinking because she has it written for me all over her face. She has beautiful silky brown hair that I finally got to grip in my fist while I fucked her throat and it was so much better than all of my fantasies.

I ask her how her pussy is doing, hoping she still wants to let me touch her and when she asks me if I want to taste it, I smile and pull her up towards me.

“Of course I want to taste that pretty pussy baby.” I reassure her easily. I suddenly realize that I fucked and came down her throat and we haven’t even kissed yet. Does that make me a bad guy? I’m not sure, but I need to correct that mistake immediately. I pull her to straddle my lap and cup her face gently.

“Can I kiss you first baby?” She blushes. God I love that she blushes about a kiss when she’s so undeniably sexy.

“Yes, please.” She nods happily and moves her head toward mine. I meet her lips and I moan into her mouth softly. I taste myself on her, but mostly I taste her. She’s so perfect I want to stay kissing her soft little lips all day. I can feel how warm her pussy is through her panties as she sits in my lap and I know it’s overdue time to take care of her. I shift us so that she’s laying back on the couch and I make sure she’s comfortable before looking for a pillow.

“What are you doing?” She looks a little nervous and I rush to soothe her.

“I’m just looking for a pillow to put under your hips baby.” I find one on the ground that we must have moved earlier and I lift her hips up a bit and place the pillow beneath her. Before I remove her wet panties I look up into her beautiful green eyes again.

“Same rules, okay? If you want to stop at any time, tell me and I will stop. If you’re having trouble speaking, tap my shoulders and I will stop.” I take consent very seriously, but I also just don’t want to hurt her and I would hate myself if I ever made her feel uncomfortable. I wait for her nod of confirmation before I begin letting my eyes scan down her body.

She’s holding her hands at her sides allowing me to look at her because of course she is. She loves when I look at her. Her tan nipples are puffy and hard and her stomach and hips have just the right amount of squish that makes me go feral with the need to grab her and make her mine. I look to her panties, white with a little bow, and I take a deep breath, trying not to let my excitement overwhelm me. I decide to trace one of my fingers along the edges of her panties and then I ever so gently graze it over where I know her clit is underneath the wet fabric. She releases a little whimper and I drop my mouth over that same spot to give her pussy a kiss and a small lick. We both moan at the contact and I think I’m going to pass out if I don’t get my tongue directly on her soon. I look up to her eyes and see her staring back it me. There’s a little crinkle between her brows and her pouty mouth has dropped open as she stares at me. I lean down again to kiss her pussy over the fabric while I look at her to see her make another little needy moan. I smirk at how reactive she is.

I hook my fingers into the edges of her panties and pull them down her legs and pocket them after I remove them. Those are mine now. Just like this pretty pussy. It’s glistening for me with her arousal and has a small dusting of neatly trimmed hair. I lean forward and inhale deeply through my nose and groan at how perfect she smells. I hear her whimper again and I know I need to stop teasing her. I nuzzle my nose into her clit briefly and revel in her sharp intake of breath and the needy wiggle she does with her hips.

I wish I could say I took it slow and edged her in the way I know she deserves, but the hunger I feel for her is too intense in this moment. I’m licking and sucking and devouring every inch of her pussy as if I’ll never get this chance again. I thrust my tongue inside her and quickly flick her clit and suck it harshly before going at it again. My eyes have closed without me noticing and I become aware that I’m grinding my hips against the couch cushions when I feel her tremble beneath my tongue. I snap my eyes open to check on her and she’s squeezing hers shut while she pants and moans. Fuck, I hope she lets me do this again. I want to slip my finger in her, but I’m not sure how much experience she has and I don’t want to hurt her. I’ll do anything she wants me to and I have no problem going at her pace for whatever she wants to do.

I groan into her pussy as I suck hard on her clit and I feel her shudder and shake beneath me. She releases a loud moan and threads her fingers through my hair, holding my face to her pussy while she grinds the last of her orgasm into my tongue. I will never get enough of this feeling.

I do a couple small licks to watch her shake and groan from oversensitivity before I pull back and allow her to rest. I kiss up her soft stomach and give each of her nipples a delicate suck before moving to lay my head in the crook of her neck. She still has her fingers in my hair and I don’t mind it. I usually don’t like being touched, but with her I want her all over me, all the time. I give her neck a small kiss too before I raise up on my forearms to check in on her expression. She looks so soft and peaceful, but I’m still anxious to make sure she enjoyed it.

“God, Hayden.” She moans before she flutters her eyelids open to stare back at me. When she smiles I let out a sigh of relief. “That was amazing.” She whispers and then tilts her head up to kiss me. When she pulls away and smiles at me this time I feel myself grinning back.

I can’t wait to tell her how I feel about her, how I’ve been wanting her since the day we met, how I want to actually take her out on a date and make her orgasm over and over until she can’t take it anymore. For now though I kiss her again gently and snuggle into her arms. I’m so glad she’s my best friend.

I’m wrapped up in my best friend’s arms as we rewatch our favorite show, The Vampire Diaries, when the thought enters my mind. It’s the episode where Damon and Elena are dancing in the frat house Halloween party. He’s been helping her to embrace her new vampirism and they both have blood smeared on their faces as they dance. I love this part. I keep thinking about how good it might feel to have cum smeared all over my face too, but I’ve never actually done oral sex so I don’t know if that would be enjoyable in reality.

“Um. What the fuck?” Hayden sits up suddenly and pulls out of our snuggle hold. He turns to face me with a bewildered expression.

“I just wanted to know what it tastes like. I’ve never…I’ve never tried it before, okay?” I stare back at him almost in defiance. So what if it’s a weird question. I want to know.

“And you think I would know the answer to that? I’ve never sucked a dick and I’m not weird enough to taste my own cum.” He smiles gorgeously back at me now that he knows I’m just being my usual weird self.

“Oh. Well can I taste your cum?” I don’t know if I really mean for the words to come out of my mouth or not, but it’s out there before I really process what I just said. I hear his sharp intake of breath and I look up to see his eyes staring back at me with an unreadable expression.

“Yea? You want my dick in your mouth Maddie?” He quietly answers me. He’s not backing away from my question. I squirm in my seat, almost overwhelmed with his attention being fully on me.

I can’t lie and say I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been best friends since high school and he’s only gotten more handsome with time. He has beautiful dark hair and eyes and he has these veiny hands that I can’t help but imagine wrapped around my wrists or my throat. I clear said throat before I continue.

“Yes. I want your dick in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. Please.” I answer him seriously and he raises his eyebrows for a moment at my daring response before he begins to smirk.

“Okay. If you’re serious then get on your knees.” He’s still smirking as if expecting I won’t do it, but when I start to slide off the couch and onto the floor he loses his smirk entirely. He swallows and takes a deep breath and I stare at the way his throat bobs and his muscular chest rises and falls. He lifts his hand tentatively and strokes my hair.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this. It’s okay. We can just go back to the show, it’s no big deal.” He says as he searches my eyes, probably to make sure this is something I actually want.

I take a deep breath of my own. The sensation of being on the ground beneath him while being on my knees is going straight to my core. I love the way he’s staring at me adoringly as he continues to stroke my hair. I shake my head gently.

“No, I want to do this. If you want me?” I swallow, suddenly feeling a little anxious. He does want me, right?

“Of course I want you baby. Stop anytime it’s too much okay? And if you want to stop, but can’t speak, I want you to tap my leg and I’ll stop right away.” He waits for my nod of confirmation. “I’m going to let you explore a bit, but let me know if you want more guidance.” He looks down to my lips and I can see how much me being on my knees is effecting him too. The outline of his dick clearly visible through his loose grey sweatpants.

My mouth waters at the sight of it and I lean forward, brushing my lips lightly against it through the fabric. He tenses up and grips my hair a little tighter in his fist as he attempts to remain still.

I reach out my hand and run my fingertips along the curve of his cock. I can feel my wetness start to dribble into my panties and squeeze my legs together the best I can in my kneeling position.

“Do you want to take off your clothes?” He asks me curiously. It’s like he can see all the thoughts racing through my head. My desire to be exposed, my love for being adored by him, and my aching need to have him inside me. My eyes flick up to his as I take a moment to center myself.

“Yes,” I nod, “yes, I want to be naked.” I reach for the bottom edge of my dress and pull it up over my head and then quickly reach back to undo the clasp of my bra. I hesitate for a moment, the feel of my breasts out and exposed for my best friend is almost too much.

He seems to get what’s wrong almost immediately.

“Hey, it’s okay, you can keep your panties on it’s too much.” His hand stroking my hair moves as he cups my chin and runs his thumb over my lips. “Remember, tell me anytime if you want to stop and we stop.” I nod again, grateful that he knows me so well.

I lick my lips and decide now is the time to be brave. I reach out and pull down his sweats and boxers to reveal is achingly hard cock. He’s uncut and shiny at the tip where precum has already wet it.

I lean forward again and take a small lick on just the tip and watch my best friend clench his jaw as he reaches to fist my hair again.

I put the tip in my mouth and hollow my cheeks as I suck him deeply. He releases a deep moan that makes my toes curl and my pussy wet. My eyes roll back a bit as I take him as deep as I can until my nose is pressed against his abdomen. I try to hold it there and breathe for a moment before I pull back up with a pop. I look at him to make sure that was okay and I’m met with an amazed look on Hayden’s face.

“That’s so good baby. You’re doing so good for me” He praises me and I feel lit the fuck up with tingling and warmth all over my body. My mouth opens for him again and this time he gently pushes my head down as he thrusts up. “Is this okay?” He asks me in a strained voice as I enthusiastically try to nod my approval. Once he gets my response he groans loudly and deeply as he begins to thrust up in earnest.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” He hold my head in place as he uses my mouth and I can’t take aching need anymore. I reach down and slip my hand in my panties to try to get some relief.

“That’s it baby. Touch your clit for me. I want to taste your cum too.” His words are so filthy I moan around his cock as he continues to thrust it into my mouth. I rub my clit exactly as he tells me to, grateful to relieve some of the built up tension in my body.

“Oh fuck. I’m coming baby, I’m coming, fuck.” His rhythm becomes almost violent as he forces his cock in and out of my mouth at a rapid pace. I’m in heaven as I feel his cum explode in my mouth. I suck it deeper into my mouth and swallow as much as I can manage. It tastes better than I expected. He stares at me reverently as he pushes the remaining bits of cum into my mouth and I lick and suck all of it from his fingers. It feels so good to see him like this. He’s so relaxed and I love knowing that I’m the one that did that for him.

“That was perfect baby.” He says as he goes back to stroking my hair. “Thank you. How’s your little pussy doing?” He asks me seriously and I wiggle a little as I think about how much I still need to be touched.

“It’s good” I’m surprised at how rough my voice sounds. I clear my throat as he waits patiently. “Do you want to taste me?”

He smiles as if he expected me to say this and he reaches for my hands to pull me up.

“Of course I want to taste that pretty pussy baby.”

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It feels like I’ve been waiting for longer than usual but I can’t be sure of exactly how long I’ve been kneeling without being able to reach for my phone. I’m not supposed to move until I’m told and I love doing what I’m told. I also know the longer I wait like a good girl, the bigger my reward will be.

I hear the signature creaking sound of someone coming up the stairs and I bite my lip to hide the small smile that forms on my face. I see my Dom’s shiny dress shoes walk into view and the small smile turns into a full grin from the excitement I feel at seeing him. When the second set of shiny dress shoes enter the room behind him, I can’t help but to do a little squirm of anticipation at being seen by a stranger.

“Shit.” The newcomer breathes as he takes in my appearance.

My Dom walks towards me with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants before he reaches one hand out to lift my chin with his fingers. I lift my gaze to his dark eyes and melt at the look of pride and the hint of a smile that appears across his features before he quickly returns to his usual serious expression.

“I was telling Mr. Anderson here about what a good little slut you are and he wanted to watch. Would you like him to watch?” He already knows my answer, but he still searches my gaze to make completely sure he has my consent before continuing. He waits for my nod before moving his hand to cup my face and he brushes his thumb over my lips before allowing me to suck it into my mouth. I moan gratefully and he smiles again at my eagerness.

“Such a good little slut. Mr. Anderson is going to go sit in the armchair now and when he’s ready you’re going to crawl to him.” I hear the newcomer’s footsteps as he walks across the room and settles into the armchair. My pussy is aching at just the thought of them seeing me like this.

“You want him to touch you don’t you?” I feel my cheeks heat at the question and lower my gaze. Of course I want that, but it feels so dirty and wrong to admit that I want a stranger to touch me. I lift my eyes slightly to see that the stranger has strong looking hands that he’s resting on his thick thighs in his suit pants. I make a pathetic mewling noise without meaning to and squirm a little in my seat. I try to breathe and focus enough for me to reply to my Dom’s question.

“Yes.” I whisper.

“Of course you do.” My Dom says to me almost mockingly. I see him smirk at the blush that must be fully visible now on my cheeks. He knows how much I love this and I love that I can trust my Dom with my body so much that he gets to decide who sees it, touches it, kisses it and sometimes even fucks it.

“Now crawl.” My Dom orders. I hear Mr. Anderson adjust in his seat and he takes a deep inhale as I lean forward onto my hands and begin to crawl across the room. My wet glistening pussy is exposed to my Dom behind me and my tits are exposed to the new man in front of me as I crawl due to the way my half buttoned shirt hangs towards the floor. When I reach him I return to my kneeling position and I feel my Dom standing behind me before he runs his fingers through my hair. He makes a tsking sound with his tongue before he speaks again.

“Oh no, this won’t do. Look how hard you made Mr. Anderson by being such a slut.” I look up to see that my Dom is right. The new man’s dick is hard and straining against his suit pants. I lick my lips and I feel my pussy drip a bit because I already know what my Dom is going to say next. “Good sluts take care of the cocks in front of them. Now get his cock out and put it in your mouth.” I start to do as he asks, reaching forward before my Dom stops me and speaks again.

“Hold on. I think Mr. Anderson would appreciate seeing more of this slutty little body. Would you like that?” I breathe out a shaky sigh from nervous excitement and I nod again before I feel my Dom reach down to undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt and slide it down my shoulders. I whimper softly at how exposed I feel when the shirt hits the floor and I’m left kneeling naked between two men.

“Good girl. Now suck his cock.” I move forward again and undo his belt and pull down the zipper on his suit pants before pulling out the strangers thick cock. I fill my mouth as much as I can and hungrily begin to suck. I feel his fingers thread into my hair and I moan as he pushes me down more onto his cock.

“Look at you, getting so wet from sucking off a stranger. You’re making him feel so good.” I moan again at my Dom’s words and I feel him kneel behind me. I hear the sound of his pants zipper before the head of his dick starts to press at my slick entrance. My Dom enters me slowly and I start to pant around Mr. Anderson’s length before both men pause their movements for a moment while I adjust.

I feel my Dom’s comforting hand rest on my lower back and I wiggle my ass to tell him to continue. He starts to thrust hard into my pussy and I don’t know how much more I can take before I cry or come or both.

The sound of the stranger’s moans fill my ears and I flick my eyes up to see him staring at my Dom fucking into my pussy. I wonder if he’s getting off on watching my Dom use my pussy as much as he is on using my mouth.

He continues to moan deeply and he pushes my head down as he begins to thrust up into my mouth quickly. I can barely breathe like this and I feel myself building towards my orgasm when my Dom reaches around me to flick at my clit with his fingers. The stranger’s bitter cum exploding in my mouth takes me by surprise and moan around his cock as I feel myself shudder and cum hard from the feeling of being used so deliciously.

My pussy is gripping and fluttering around my Dom’s cock as tightens his hold on my hips and picks up his pace before I feel his cock pulse his cum inside of me. He lets out a heavy groan that makes me want to get fucked all over again. He does a few more finishing thrusts to draw out his orgasm before gently pulling out of me and helping me to lift my head up off of the other man’s cock.

My Dom pulls me up so I’m kneeling again and my back is leaning against his still fully clothed chest. He wraps his arm around me and pinches my nipple with his fingers before he kisses my neck and my cheek and whispers in my ear.

“So good baby. You did so good. Such a good little slut.” I feel myself warm at his praise and I hear my Dom quietly speaking to Mr. Anderson. The sounds of the other man’s zipper being pulled up and his footsteps walking out of the room reach my ears and then I know I’m alone with my Dom once again.

He continues to kiss me as he lifts me up into his arms and takes me to our shower. He takes his time gently cleaning me with my favorite lavender soap, all the while whispering words of praise. After he’s done he wraps me in a giant fluffy towel and helps me get dressed before laying me down on our bed and wrapping himself around me.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.