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“I’m too much a good girl,” she whined, “I can’t help myself. I need… something different. I’m not like you two–” Jessa stopped herself short, eyes widening in embarrassment.

Ella narrowed her gaze, “Not like us how?”

Leann gave her friend a knowing glance. “I think she was going to call us sluts.”

“No I wasn’t!” Jessa protested, hands clenched in her lap, pressing her white pleated skirt down between her thighs.

Ella tucked a strand of long, dyed-black hair behind her ear and smirked, her dark lipstick accentuating the expression, matching her dark eyeshadow. “Yes, you totally were. But that’s fine. You can call me a slut, I don’t mind. Bitch.”

“Hey!” Jessa looked wounded.

“No, we’re not doing this,” Leann said, shaking her head. She was slumped over Ella’s shoulder, peering at the prim and proper blond girl sitting on her friend’s dorm bed, making the strange request. “What made you think of us when you came up with this idea, anyway?”

“It’s because we’re sluts, Leann,” Ella said, glaring at Jessa. “Have some fun exploring your sexuality, and apparently you’ll do any fucked up thing little miss priss over there can imagine.”

“I mean– I just thought–” Jessa stammered, “I didn’t know who else to ask, and you two, you seemed, seemed…”

“Yes…?” Ella said, tone flat, dry.

Jessa had to force the word out, as if it didn’t fit through her mouth. “Sexy.”

Ella’s eyes widened. “That is not what I expected.” She turned, smiled at the Asian girl on her shoulder. “Is my skinny ass sexy?”

“Fuck yes,” her friend said, her long black braids dancing over her ears as she cocked her head, “You’re my one and only.”

“Except for all the boys.”

Leann giggled. “Well, of course.” She nodded at Jessa. “So, what do we do about her?”

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Hey, I asked first,” Leann pouted. She turned to the blond, “I mean, you’re sure you want this? It’s pretty fucked up, what you’re asking. You’re not going to chicken out halfway or anything?”

Jessa swallowed, looked resolute. “I’m sure.”

An hour later, Jessa was back in Ella’s dorm room. Ella was in a black stockings and a high-waisted black dress that cinched tight below her chest. She may not have had the curves of Leann, but she knew how to show off what she did have — her trim figure, flat belly, long legs.

Leann stood up, eyeing her handiwork. She had changed, too, into form-fitting leather pants and a shiny black corset. Her curves were well on display, her hips keeping the pants taut, her tits presenting a valley of cleavage.

“Nod if you’re good.”

Jessa nodded.

Leann’s hand shot out, slapping the blond girl across the cheek. “No,” she reprimanded, “Good girls don’t get themselves in these situations.”

Jessa mumbled something, eyes wide. Her words were unintelligible behind the ball gag.

“Alright, let’s go,” Ella smiled cruelly.

“Go?” Leann frowned, “Where?”

“That guy, Miles? He’s having a party.”

Leann looked at Jenna. “She wanted to do it here.”

“Fuck what she wants, if she’s going to be a slut, we’re doing it at the party. Throw a trenchcoat over her, or something, I guess.”

Jessa’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head.

Ella sneered. “You said you weren’t going to chicken out.”

Jessa bowed her head, defeated.

Her arms were tied snugly behind her back, wrist to wrist, elbow to elbow. The ropes wrapped around her chest, above and below her tits, keeping them prominent. A furry tail extended from her ass, attached to a plug that had been inserted in her butt. She was in sheer white stockings and high heels, but was otherwise nude, tight pink pussy and small pink nipples exposed for all to see. Ella had put red lipstick on her, and then used it write ‘slut’ on one cheek and ‘whore’ on the other. Leann had slipped the blindfold on.

They knocked on Miles’ door.

“What’s this?” he goggled at Jessa.

“Party favor,” explained Leann, “It’s a project we’re working on.”

“Uh… what type of project?” He let them in.

They were early, before the festivities had really began, so they were quick to become the most interesting thing at the party. Miles and the others watching, Leann and Ella set up along one wall, across from the DJ, Jessa on her knees between them.

It only took a moment for the first guy to walk up, one of Miles’ friends. “So… what’s the deal?” he said, hesitantly.

“You wanna grope her?”

“What?” he said, “Like, her tits?”

“Sure. Tits, pussy, whatever. I’ve got a vibrator you can use.”

“Wait, for real?”

“Yep,” Ella nodded, “Twenty bucks for five minutes.”

The guy fished out his wallet, and soon his hands were all over the blonde girl, squeezing and fondling.

And as others arrived, Jessa’s exhibit only grew in popularity. Soon there was a line of guys willing for their turn to handle her body, to grope and pinch and fumble their fingers all over her tits, pussy, ass. Many opted to use the vibrator, holding it against her clit, or shoving it inside her, making her writhe.

“Can I fuck her?” Somehow, it took for the fourteenth guy before anyone asked that question.

“Mmmm,” Ella considered, “Forty bucks. And still only five minutes.” She passed him a condom.

“I’ll need at least ten,” he whined.

Leann looked him up and down, frowning. “I doubt it.”

It only took him four minutes, bending Jessa over at the waist, fucking her pussy from behind. Right as he finished, Katrina, a tall, lithe redhead who Ella had hooked up with the year before stomped up in her shiny black leather boots. “What the fuck is this? Who the fuck is that?”

Ella grinned. “Twenty bucks to grope Jessa to your heart’s content.”

The redhead furrowed her perfectly trimmed eyebrows. “What?”

“She wanted it,” Ella shrugged, “We’re just the purveyors.”

Katrina considered this. “Has she cummed yet?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

Katerina sighed. “Give me that.” She reached for the vibrator.

Ella pulled it back, out of her reach. “Twenty bucks.”

“Fuck off.” Katrina took it without paying. She worked it towards Jessa’s pussy, gentle at first. But finding Jessa aroused, she pushed the vibrator in more forcefully, making the blond girl quiver and moan. Katrina was an expert, working the device with skill, bringing out an orgasm in the bound girl within minutes, a crowd gathering around and oohing appreciatively.

But Katrina didn’t stop there, holding Jessa in place as she maneuvered the vibrator in deeper and with even more purpose. Jessa whined and bucked and squirmed and tried to pull away, but Katrina wouldn’t let her, forcing another orgasm into her.

Tears streaked down Jessa’s cheeks as Katrina continued. She brought the device up inside her, twisting it just so, making the blond girl cry out. Katrina then slapped her tits, and Jessa orgasmed again, doubling over, falling against the redhead.

Katrina shoved her back, and the crowd caught her.

“I don’t know how you do it, Ella,” Katrina said, tossing her vibrator and shaking her head as she walked away.

Someone slapped down forty bucks in Ella’s hand, and then stepped between Jessa’s thighs.

“Hey, condom!” Ella protested.

“It’s not like I’m not going to cum in her,” the guy said. And true to his word, he pulled out and shot ropes all over Jessa’s tits.

“Fuck!” Leann complained, “Now who’s going to want to grope her?”

A guy stepped up. “Twenty bucks to cum on her?”

Leann and Ella exchanged glances. “Sure.”

By the end of the evening, it seemed like half the guys in the dorm had had their turn with Jessa. Ella and Leann led her back to her room, still bound, still gagged and blindfolded. They didn’t bother covering her up. They figured at that point, it didn’t matter, everyone had already seen her naked and dripping with cum.

In Jessa’s dorm room, Leann removed the ropes. Ella threw her a towel. “We’re keeping this,” she held up the wad of cash, “Services rendered. Hope it was worth it.”

“Let’s go home, babe,” Leann said, “I need your tongue on my clit, like, right now.”

Jessa spent a while in the shower that night, thinking back to all she’d experienced, reveling in how much of a slut she’s just been, unable to stop masturbating.

NSFW: yes

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