Fraternity Formal Gets... Raw (F/M) | 2016

My sophomore year of college I was dating this frat guy for about 2 months when he asked me to be his formal date. Awesome! I love a formal. Went out and bought a new dress – something classy: short, tight, and red that showed off my cleavage ;) But it had ¾ sleeves, so it was perfect for a formal.

He picked me up the night-of. My hair was curled and I had these sky-high blue heels on. When I met him at the door, he was blown away. He said we had a half hour or so, if we wanted to “chill” for a bit. I laughed.

“No way. I just got all this shit on. I’m not gonna take it all off so you can fuck me.”

“You don’t have to take anything off,” he replied.

“Well then I guess it doesn’t matter where we do it, then.” I flashed him some fuck-me eyes and got in the car. We started driving to the frat. He kept eyeing my dress as it clutched to my upper thighs. I gently grazed his leg with my hand.

“It’s a formal. We need to be good,” I purred.

We got to the frat. Walked inside and checked in. I’d been going to this frat since freshman year – it was one of my favorites. I knew most of the guys, dated a few… and fucked a bunch more (it was my frat rat stage, don’t judge :p). Needless to say, when I walked in the door I received a lot of attention from guys who weren’t my date. It was amazing, haha. My date whispered in my ear at one point, “They can check you out, but I’m the only one who’s going to make you cum tonight.” If I wasn’t wet before, I was dripping now.

We all loaded on to a bus to head to the formal venue. There were too many people to fit, so most the girls sat on guys’ laps. I hopped on my man and I could feel his cock throb against me. I made sure to grind my ass against it. I could hear him growl each time I did.

We finally got there and piled out of the bus. We went inside, started drinking and dancing. I was getting pretty sloppy with my boy… and maybe with some of the other boys, too. I could tell he was getting super jealous. He eventually pulled be aside and was whispering aggressively in my ear.

“You are mine. You hear me? That pussy is mine. I don’t care how many other guys you’ve fucked, you’re fucking me now.”

Fuck, I love a dominant man.

I whispered in his ear, “I need you to cum inside me.”

He grabbed my hand and we found a supply closet. We started fiercely making out.

“You little whore. Teasing me. Making me need to cum all night. You’re mine now.” He said and unzipped his fly. I sat down on some boxes and started playing with my pussy. He was pulling out a condom….

“You know, none of those other fuckboys have fucked me raw…”

His dick was already oozing with precum. I could tell he wanted it bad. So I said it again:

“I need you to cum inside me.”

I’ve had unprotected sex before, but this was gonna be our first time – maybe his first time ever. He lept at it like a champ. He picked me up from the boxes and penetrated me with a loud groan.

“Fuck. Yes.” He said. He started kissing me while I bounced on his cock. He pinned me against a wall and railed me.

“God your pussy is fantastic.” His cock was very thick and stretching me in the best way. I made sure to let him know with incoherent squeals and moans.

Eventually, he brought me back over to a pile of boxes and flipped me over. He started fucking me from behind. He spanked me over and over again.

“Oh you fucking naughty cunt. You needed this cock all night. You fucking love this you little slut.” He spanked me again and started pulling my hair. That’s when I started cumming – my entire body tightening. As my vagina squeezed his thick cock, he came too. Loads. It was enormous. He pulled out and started cleaning himself up with some paper towels. I sat back up and wobbled drunkenly in my heels over to him. I put my hands on his chest and giggled. I grabbed some towels to put between my legs, then got on my knees to clean him up, too....