It was my turn. I went to the second floor of the fraternity and entered the fucktoy room. Eighteen of my brothers had gone before me but I didn’t care about the wait. It was my turn to fuck.
She had her hands bound to the bed frame. Her legs were free so we could fuck her in any position we wanted. She was naked except for her blindfold. Well, that and the names.
We have a tradition with our fucktoys. They can’t see us, but we sign our work. In purple marker we write our names on their bodies when we are done. I have heard that some fucktoys carry those names for weeks.
I take off my pants and get into bed. The slut moans as she hears me. Eighteen cocks had used her today and still she wanted more. Her thighs parted and she lifted her cunt to me.
The fucktoy was older than me. She was in her thirties, maybe even her forties. I have no idea where the fraternity finds her kind. I just know that they are here to be used.
I grab her ankles and lift them to my shoulders. My cock slips into her wet cunt and the slut whimpers. She must be tender. Tough shit.
I fuck her. I pound her like the horny college kid that I am. I grab her tits and play with them harder than any date would let me. I call her every dirty name I can think of. My cock takes her cunt and the fucktoy loves every minute of it.
My brothers’ names bounce on her body. Steve’s name jiggles on her right breast. Matt’s name wiggles on her stomach. Paul’s name is stretched out on her left thigh. I look for a place to put mine.
The fucktoy climaxes. I don’t care.
The fucktoy comes again.
I finally get off. I shoot load into the slut’s cunt and it feels amazing. The stress of school and dating disappear into the fucktoy’s cunt.
It was my turn. I sign my name across the top of her shaved cunt.