Straight-A Stripper

"$10 grand to tame that cute pussy of yours. All ya gotta do is sit there. We got a deal?"

There was no denying her altered state. Drunker, stupider, hornier, and more reckless than normal. But also more courageous.

Violet gulped and slowly nodded, "$10,000? You P-Promise?" Her heart hammered. Was she really agreeing to get fucked in front of a group of horny, lecherous men? No, Vixen was, she rationed. As far as all of these dudes were concerned she was just some two-bit stripper who they'd never see again, not an upstanding student on honor roll.

Sombrero Guy seemed taken aback. He turned to Violet. "Are you sure? I mean Candice was pretty clear on the policy-"

"I'll make an exception," the blonde minx curtly cut him off, lifting herself just enough to shimmy her soused panties down her thighs.

Brian's eyes dilated in lust at the sight of the teen's smooth shaved cunt and pussy lips, which were already swollen and moist with arousal. She slid off his lap and she stood up, kicking the underwear aside. For the first time, she was completely exposed to everyone in the room. She felt her cunt drip as the men's eyes all stared at her body. There must be at least a dozen and a half gawking bachelors, all ogling the hot blonde with the tight pink slit and the heavy set of udders hanging from her glistening chest.

They saw their friend fuss with dispatching his pants and boxers. His fleshy cock, wet with precum, bobbed as he wriggled his ass on the chair. The young woman shuddered. Her eyes scanned his body, a mass of greasy hair on his chest and around his navel leading to his puffy ballsack. She lifted a leg, her dominant hand shakily grabbed the base of his shaft. His cock was like a red-hot steel pole in her hands as she guided the throbbing swollen purple head slid to the folds of her pussy.

"Unnnhh" Violet let out a long sigh and lowered herself. Her lips stretched to envelop his cockhead with a lewd sucking noise as her hole immediately squeezed around the intruder.

Brian groaned in ecstasy as he watched the tip disappear into Violet's wet slit. She was more tight than he expected for a stripper.

"Fuck me!" he growled trying to drive his girth to the hilt through her velvety, hot insides so he could grind against her cervix.

A mix of pain shot through the inexperienced freshman. The man's penis felt so erect, it was like being speared with a hard bone. Her snatch didn't want to take more than the first couple of inches. She clenched her jaw and whipped her head back and forth, hair flying over her sweaty face, forehead vein popping. Her mind raced. What the hell was she doing? This was bad. He was going to split her in two. This was a mistake.

"Waiit!" The girl shrieked, and then moaned, arching her hips as Brian strenuously impaled his thick meat into her wet passage. Her inner muscles compressed around the pulsing member until it finally bottomed out, and she found her ass resting firmly against the man's pelvis.

The young girl whimpered, her entire body tensing as waves of feverish goosebumps ran across her skin in an attempt to acclimate to the penis inside her. Brian wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her as close as she could get. He licked the shell of her ear.

"Mmm, I thought you were just a tease," he jeered, rolling his hips and making the hot blonde cry out.

"Ooooh fuck," a loud moan escaped her throat. He began to buck.

"No! Ngh!" The horny teenager dug her fingers into his beefy shoulder, desperately trying to hold herself steady as the older man pistoned in and out of her pussy with quick, hard strokes.

Her toes curled and her knees wobbled as she felt the thick root twitching inside her, deeper than she'd ever felt before. The unfamiliar feeling of a foreign body was so raw and visceral, it took a minute for the discomfort to subside and eventually give way to pleasure.

Biting her bee-stung lips in an attempt to control her cries only made the sounds coming from her throat more sensual and obscene.

"Uhnn! Uhnn!" Her tits jiggled up and down in rhythm to Brian's pounding.

The lecherous noises of their sloppy genitals squishing against each other reached a crescendo as she began bouncing on his lap.

"Yeah, that's right baby. I know you wanted this!" The ugly man smacked her bum, dick drilling mercilessly like a jackhammer.

Violet's draw dropped as she lost herself in the sensation. It felt amazing. She rocked back and forth, then collapsed into him. Their bodies pressed together in a sweaty embrace as they began to move in sync, fucking to the rhythm of the music.

She moaned into the unfaithful man's chest, brown eyes rolling to the back of her head, drunk on both liquor and cock. Her breathing came out in ragged pants. Each orgasm tore through her.

The crowd of men watched in awe, as her lithe, teenage body shook on top of the drunken friend, her pussy milking his throbbing penis. She could feel their eyes on her. Watching her impale herself. It made her gush. Her legs shook, her thighs squeezed. She wanted it deeper. Harder.

Forever.

"Knock her up!" someone screamed from the crowd.

Violet's eyes shot open and she gasped. The comment was so obscene it caught her off guard. She never wanted kids. Not until she was married with a good career at least. She was too young.

But something about the idea of getting fucked and impregnated by an absolute stranger in public filled her with a dark, twisted sense of pleasure.

Her mind went into overdrive. She conjured it. Her belly round and protruding, her boobs leaking milk. They'd get bigger too. She'd always considered her boobs an inconvenience. Less space to write when doing notes. But if she had a baby... Maybe that wouldn't be so bad? And what of her parents? How would they react to their little bookworm becoming a single teen mother? The shame. The disappointment. The betrayal.

Her pussy contracted violently at the thought. Violet groaned. Her mouth opened wide, her face contorting in an expression of bliss as waves of another climax rolled through her body. She felt like she was melting into Brian's chest. Her hands gripped his fat arms, holding onto him like a lifeboat as she came harder than ever before. Her lips clamped onto his neck. She kissed and sucked on his flesh. She didn't care that the dumb bastard smelled like beer and sweat, he was her savior, giving her body what it craved, fucking her, pounding his big veiny fuckstick into her pussy again and again. She'd never come this hard again, she was sure of it. The orgasm consumed her mind, body and soul. She resigned to lapping at his skin as her body twitched with the aftershocks.

When she came to, her senses returned, and the haze lifted. She could feel her face flush bright red.

"I just... Oh God. I'm sorry," Violet babbled as she loosened her grasp and saw the red marks from her nails.

Brian grunted like a pig and buried his cock balls-deep in her cunt. His dick shuddered and throbbed deep within her pussy like a cartoon grenade. The next second she felt a hot blast of liquid filling her womb.

"Oh," the young woman whispered. The warmth spread through her abdomen, the sensation surprisingly pleasant. She knew it was wrong. So wrong. All that man's warm, sticky semen coating her insides. The smug satisfaction in his hazel eyes.

She traced the contour of her lover's jaw with her finger. It was like she had drunk from a river of ambrosia, her brain rattling off all the hormones that she'd memorized in chemistry class: dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine, oxytocin, all of them slushing around in her head as a result of being used as a fuck toy in front of a bunch of perverts.

This nearly married man, though conventionally unattractive by every reasonable metric, had made her feel things she had never experienced in her existence. She leaned in and gave him a deep, sensual kiss. His cock twitched and a few smaller warm jets of fluid shot into her cunt as his hands dropped from her ass to his sides.

Her bubble-gum flavored lips peeled back from her teeth, breaking her lock on the sot's fat tongue. She pulled away from him gasping for air. His heavy load leaked down her thighs. Violet felt lightheaded as she pushed herself off of him, wincing as the softening dick slid from her stretched pussy lips like a giant slug. The trail of their sinful juices clotted into globs which sullied the carpet.

"Shit. That was awesome," cried one of the spectators. She looked at the man and found, to her horror, that much of the audience had their phones out and were recording everything. Her stomach lurched. A few guys had their hands down their pants and were blatantly stroking their erections. Nearly all of them had bulges tenting their suit trousers.

One of the more handsome ones, with slicked-back blonde hair, approached the flustered teen and waved a roll of crisp hundreds in her face. "Whaddaya say, up for another go? We'll make it worth your while."

Violet did a double take. "We'll?" she squeaked.

His buddies smiled over her shoulders like a pack of hungry hyenas. Something about seeing her get fucked so senseless was like catnip to them.

Violet didn't want to move, she wanted to lie down and take a nap. The money was tempting, though. And a part of her, a primal side of her that had literally just awakened, felt her juicy pussy begging for more.

As her vision blurred in and out, she concentrated on her cum glazed legs, like hot fudge on a sundae, her pussy lips quivered in anticipation of more fat cocks. Should she quit school? It would be so easy, paying her bills with her tits. Just slutting her brains out. A sea of men coming in to fuck and use her... All those orgasms, All the things she could buy...

A lazy grin spread across her lips. She looked up and nodded dumbly. "How could I turn down an offer like that?"

*** 1 Hour Later ***

"AH!! Yes, God, Yes!" Violet's naked body writhed as she rode her latest john. Her vag was sore, her thighs burned from exertion, her belly felt swollen and bloated, full of hot semen, and yet the feeling was strangely soothing.

The men lined up, eager as a bunch of schoolchildren surrounding a chubby Pinata. Instead of candy, they all wanted a piece of the sexy teen in the middle of the living room. Many masturbated as their friends plowed her willing cunt.

The few upstanding husbands and boyfriends had long but checked out, yet at least a dozen of the rogue bunch remained.

*** 2 Hours Later ***

She was beginning to lose count of how many loads were inside her. She had been spit roasted twice, cowgirl, doggystyle... So... seven dicks? Lucky number seven. Or was it eight? Her mind was a haze, overstimulated and invigorated. Her body tingled like a live wire. Every nerve electrified. There was no time to blink away the full facial she just received, the fresh cum still dripping from her lashes. The next guy in line was on her, stealing her anal virginity.

The more she fucked and drank, the more she came, the more she was willing to do, and the fatter the stack of cash on the night table became. She was currently making out with a man old enough to be her father. Her breasts ached as they had been groped and sucked at so much. She had hickeys all over. She was starting to like the sound her pretty little pussy made as it choked on each new slab of meat, as well as the wet sloppy unmistakably naughty slapping every time her butt slammed down on the fat base of each penis, spreading apart her reddened, aching lips to the max.

Her libido was dragging her down a path of ruin and depravity. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the college freshman wondered if she'd gone crazy. She didn't care. She was hooked.

*** 3 Hours Later ***

Always the smart one, the well-mannered, bookish, model child. Violet's hair was plastered to her face in sweat, cum was smeared over her lips, dripping from her chin. Her cheeks and breasts were bright red. She moaned, a mixture of lust and pain as her asshole stretched open. She was on autopilot. A man with red pubic hair lined up in front of her face and fed her his thick cock, groaning as he began thrusting into her mouth. The blonde's throat vibrated around the hard shaft as the two men double-penetrated her. Her hands gripped his balls massaging them. She could smell her own pussy on his groin.

"Ohhh Vixx! Mmph!" His cock hit the back of her throat.

She'd be burping jizz for the next week. She closed her eyes, feeling a familiar twinge in her pelvis. She was getting close. Again.

*** Noon ***

When she eventually awoke at noon, having passed out in exhaust naked and covered in bodily secretions, she was alone. The teen's head throbbed like it had been cracked open. Her first thought was that she slept through her morning classes. She groaned and sat up.

Had she been run over by a truck? Or was she sick? Her throat felt like sandpaper, her legs were jelly, her ass ached, her tits were raw, and pussy swollen and tender. She had trouble opening her left eye.

She tried to remember. She had gone to meet Jasmine at a party. But where was she? A flash. Sombrero. Bachelor Party. Her robe falling to the wayside. Oh my God! The memories came flooding back. Violet's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh, fuck. Oh no. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" the young woman said, shaking her head.

She scrambled for her phone, which had slid under the leather couch, and checked for messages.

Missed texts from her roommate:

"745 E Belmont."

"Hurry up! You won't regret this!"

10 minutes later: "Oh, I mean W Belmont btw, sorry!"

"Hey, R U here?"

"R u ok? Let me know when ur coming home."

Then two missed calls from Jasmine an hour ago.

Violet let the phone fall from her hands. Ignoring the way her body complained, she forced herself up. She cringed at the feel of the crusty dried cum on her thighs, her vagina felt chapped. It took her a minute to locate her robe. The place seemed empty and the room was pretty trashed. On the coffee table were two envelopes labeled "Vixen." Inside was a stack of bills with more cash than she'd ever seen at once. She would count it later. She didn't want to stick around any longer than she already had.

Her TA meeting was at 4 and she needed to make a good first impression. It wasn't until she was getting into her rideshare that she realized just how much of a slutty disaster she must look like. Her reflection was shocking. Dried cum was visible in her rat's nest hair. All her makeup had melted off. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her neck was covered in bite marks. A bruise on her cheekbone had formed overnight.

She nonchalantly tried sniffing her armpit only for her nostrils to be assaulted by the pungent aroma of cock and pussy.

She gave the driver an apologetic smile and told him the address. He grimaced in disdain. She didn't blame him, he would need a blow torch to cleanse her seat. But even as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and mortification, her mind filled with memories of perverse pleasure.

It was like there were two different versions of her now, Violet and Vixen, and one had hijacked her body and taken it on a wild ride.

Violet wasn't sure which one was the real her. She felt a strange sense of accomplishment and shame, pride and self-loathing. But the way her heart raced as every pothole and bump during the ride sent twinges of pleasure to her crotch, she absentmindedly wondered how the driver would respond if she parted her legs and began rubbing her sore clit while making eye contact with him. She bit her lip thinking about exposing herself to the man and then seducing the wedding ring right off his finger.

*** 4PM ***

"Hello, Ms. Tanner! I'm Violet!" She had spent forty minutes in the shower and then another twenty putting on makeup to undo the night's debauchery. She was dressed in a super conservative turtleneck sweater and slacks with a folder of references and class notes tucked under her arm.

The professor was a distinguished woman, middle-aged, with dark hair, dressed in a professional blazer and dress pants. She looked at Violet with the same approval she had grown accustomed to as a top student, choosing her as a teaching assistant for her coding class was a no-brainer.

"Violet! It's nice to meet you. You come highly recommended. Please call me Georgia, especially because I won't even be Ms. Tanner very much longer. I'm getting married next week."

"Wow! That's wonderful," the blonde gushed, shaking the woman's hand.

Georgia smiled. "So, let's start with you telling me about yourself, Violet. I've seen your transcript and know that you are a brilliant student, so I consider this a good fit on paper, but this is a demanding position requiring a lot of trust. I would like to know more about who you are as a person."

"Well," Violet shifted. She looked down at the desk, trying to hide her nervous expression.

"I'm very organized and I'm a hard worker. I love helping people. And I've worked as a tutor before."

"Excellent." The professor leaned back in her chair, a small smile on her lips.

"I see you're ahead in your credits. What is your passion? Why are you interested in this position?"

"My passion is..." She stopped short, her brain drawing a blank. She felt like such an idiot. She'd answered this question a million times before. Why was her mind so addled?

Focus. What was her passion? Was it sex? Fucking men? Being used like a toy? She felt her pussy twitch. All the clothes and foundation in the world couldn't hide her true nature. The prim and proper façade was nothing more than a mask.

She gulped and looked at the older woman's face. The professor suddenly lit up, her attention drawn over Violet's shoulder. "Speak of the devil!" she exclaimed."Hello, darling." Georgia moved past her frozen TA.

"Sorry to interrupt," said the man behind her. The hairs on the back of Violet's neck went rigid.

"Honey, this is Violet. She's my new TA. Violet, this is Brian, my fiance. What a coincidence I was just telling her we were getting married."

Violet turned her head. Standing there was a portly man. His thick black hair had a bad combover, a big beer belly, and a face like a frog. It was strange seeing him not out of breath and sweating profusely. He was holding a cup of coffee and smiling brightly.

Violet immediately felt her heart drop. She assumed they'd both be extremely embarrassed but when his eyes registered who she was his grin just widened.

"Hi Violet, nice to meet you. Georgia doesn't let just anyone help her teach her students, you must be a very special girl," he said smoothly.

Violet stared back, mouth agape. This wasn't happening. Georgia beamed proudly as she gave her partner a kiss.

"Oop, what happened here?" Her finger traced a scratch along the side of his neck. Violet felt like she was going to vomit.

"I thought you said you didn't get into any trouble last night," Georgia smirked, then said to Violet. "It was his bachelor party last night."

"Oh, this is nothing. Must have drank too much and cut myself."

The professor chuckled, shaking her head.

"So, how are you liking the university, Violet? Any boyfriends?" Brian asked casually.

"I- uh-" Violet stammered.

Brian snapped his fingers. "That reminds me, honey, you've got such a busy schedule what with all the commitments this week. Maybe Violet wouldn't mind stopping by to collect those boxes you left at the house from last semester."

"What a good idea! Would you mind doing that, Violet? It's only a 15-minute drive from here, and it shouldn't take more than a couple runs."

"Yes, of course, not a problem," she chirped, unable to take her eyes off the groom.

"Wonderful! Thank you so much, darling," Georgia replied, visibly relieved.

Brian smiled back. "Just knock and I'll make sure to stay close to home. Thanks so much, Vixen, I mean Violet."