Sorority Secrets Pt. 02

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“Ladies, our ride is here!” Amber called out to the Alpha Sigma Sigma girls from the foyer of the sorority house.

It had been a few days since Becky’s successful initiation into the sorority, and they had passed uneventfully. The day after her initiation, she had moved into the sorority house, an invitation she had not been expecting, and assigned a bedroom on the second floor, the same as Amber’s. Despite that, she had barely seen or heard Amber since their tryst.

Now, Becky and the others were to attend a party to welcome them into the sorority. No details had been provided. But a few days prior, Melissa, who had welcomed Becky to the house when she applied to join, had taken her and the other new arrivals on a shopping trip to pick out dresses. All the dresses picked out for them were incredibly short and revealing, and Becky’s concerns about that were quickly shut down by Melissa, as were her concerns about the price tag. Melissa, or rather the sorority, would be footing the bill, and she could only wear one of the dresses Melissa chose. Becky reluctantly settled on her favorite, a silvery metallic-looking mini dress that barely covered any of her legs, along with some heels Melissa also picked out for her.

Becky had just finished squeezing into the almost Impossibly short, tight dress when Amber called. She slipped on her shoes, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs. In front of her going down the stairs was Lexi, a curvy blonde, who was wearing a strapless black dress so short Becky could practically see her ass cheeks.

“Oh my God, they’re gonna be cumming in their pants when they see you,” Amber said as the girls reached the bottom of the stairs. Her dress showed off ample cleavage.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” said Lexi.

“You should, you sexy bitch,” replied Amber, giving Lexi a slap on the ass she passed her and walked through the front door.

“Are you ready?” Amber asked Becky.

“I…guess so,” Becky said, looking down at her dress.

“But, are you like, ready ready?” Amber said.

“Uh, I mean, I think so…?” Becky said, unsure what Amber was getting at.

“Did Melissa not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Fuck, sorry, she was supposed to tell you,” Amber said. Just then Melissa appeared from the living room, also wearing a scandalously revealing dress.

“Melissa, how come Becky didn’t know about the party?” Amber asked.

“What do you mean? She’s here, isn’t she?” Melissa replied, with a confused look on her face.

“I mean she didn’t know about you-know-what,” Amber said.

“Wait, she didn’t?” Melissa said. “Oh fuck. You weren’t here. Shit.”

“Do the others all know?” Amber asked.

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “Becky was out when I told the others, and I completely forgot. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK,” Amber said. “Becky’s gonna be just fine.”

“What’s going on? What do I need to know?” Becky asked, worried now.

“Relax,” Amber said. “Remember your initiation?”

“Yeah…,” Becky said, wondering what that could have to do with it.

“Exactly. Then you’re prepared. So relax, have a glass of champagne, or four, and enjoy yourself.”

Becky wondered what that could mean. How did her initiation prepare her for the party? When she sucked off a stranger? Was that what this is about?

“I don’t know what you mean,” Becky said, but Amber had already turned and was going through the front door and wasn’t turning back.

“It’s OK, you’ll be fine, believe me,” Melissa reassured her, putting her hand on the small of her back, but didn’t offer her any further details.

Becky didn’t know what to say or how to react, so she just trusted in them and followed Melissa outside, where a limo awaited them. Everyone else had already climbed inside, Lexi’s thick disappearing inside the vehicle just before they entered.

“Champagne, bitches!” Amber exclaimed as she lifted the bottle from the ice bucket, Becky barely having taken her seat between Lexi and Melissa, and several of the girls screamed with delight.

Becky had a champagne glass thrust into her hand and soon it was filled with bubbles, and the limo started moving a few seconds later.

“Wait ’til you see this place,” said Zoe, a brunette with short dark hair and wearing a blue dress with a plunging neckline, who was sitting next to Lexi. “It’s fucking insane.”

“I can’t fucking wait,” Lexi replied.

The girls laughed and joke, and drank, and the drive was long enough for Becky to have her glass refilled. After about 20 minutes, they arrived at their destination.

“Drink up sluts, we’re here!” Amber ordered, and the girls’ squeals were followed by them all downing the remainder of their champagne. Becky already felt tipsy, and she wasn’t the only one. Lexi tripped getting out of the limo and only

Amber catching her stopped her from falling to the ground, and the both laughed.

“You are so fucking drunk!” Amber said.

“So are you!” Lexi retorted good naturedly.

“Whatever!” Amber said, and the girls followed istanbul travesti them out of the limo.

Becky looked up and saw an enormous mansion before her, and her jaw dropped and a smile spread across her face.

“Told you,” Zoe said with a smile as she walked past her and up the steps to the front door.

“Holy shit,” was all Becky could muster in response.

“Ladies, welcome!” said a butler who must have been in his 70s at least. “We are so happy to have you.”

“And we’re so happy to be here, aren’t we girls?” Amber replied, and the girls hooted and hollered in response.

“Do come in,” he said, and showed them into the vast lobby.

Becky looked all around, stunned by the grandeur of the place that matched its exterior. She had never been anywhere like it, not even close. Even her cousin Amy’s mansion had nothing on this.

“Who owns this place?” she asked to nobody in particular, staring up at the vaunted ceilings.

“That would be Mr. Benson, miss,” replied the butler.

“Oh, OK. Thanks,” Becky said, trying to make it seem like she knew who he was talking to.

“Who’s Mr. Benson?” she whispered in Melissa’s ear.

“He’s our main benefactor,” she whispered back.

“Our benefactor? You mean for the sorority?”

“Yeah. This is where most of the money comes from.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“This way, please ladies,” the butler said, leading them towards an enormous open doorway, and he and Amber chatted as they walked, suggesting a familiarity between them.

He stepped aside as they entered the room.

“Do enjoy yourselves,” he said.

“Oh, we will,” Amber replied.

Becky walked through the doorway and turned right into a massive room, its walls filled with artwork, and a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She was awestruck every few yards in this place, it seemed. The room was full of people, chatting and drinking champagne, and then she noticed they had all turned to look at her and the other girls. And then something dawned on her. They were all men, in suits. And older men too. Becky looked around and didn’t think she saw anyone even in their 30s. And here was a group of young women in their late teens and early twenties, dressed in extremely revealing dresses, and Becky couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

“Are we in the right place?” she asked.

“Definitely,” Melissa said. “And remember, relax.”

Just then, a server, also male, also older, appeared at their side with a tray of canapes. Becky took one, and then there appeared glasses of champagne, and again she accepted one, her third of the evening already. Amber turned around and smiled and approached her.

“What is happening?” Becky asked.

“These are the guys who make Alpha Sigma Sigma what it is,” Amber replied. “The house, my car, your car…”

“My car?” Becky asked.

“Oh, you’ll get a car,” Amber said. “If I know you as well as I think I do, you’ll get a car and a lot more.”

“But, I still…,” Becky trailed off, not quite grasping what Amber was telling her.

“Look, they pay for everything. And the career advancement you’re gonna find, that’s through them.”

Becky thought of her cousin Amy and how she had come to own her own successful business and live in a beautiful mansion. Did she find herself here years ago too?

“So they’re throwing us a party?” Becky asked.

“Well kinda,” Amber said. “But it’s really a party for them. And we all have a role to play.”

“Oh my God,” Becky said. “Is this what my initiation was about?”

“You figured it out,” Amber said. “So drink up.”

Amber took a big sip of her champagne and Becky followed suit while she processed what she had just learned. Her initiation was just one man, but here there were so many men. The girls were outnumbered. Becky estimated there must be six men for each of them, and she suddenly felt even more nerves than she had during her initiation.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you,” Amber said, linking her arm and leading her into the crowd.

They walked past a throng of men, all of them looking them up and down, and Becky felt utterly exposed in her minidress, until they reached a man with a huge grin on his face and his arms open.

“Amber!” he said, before she embraced him, kissing him on the cheek. “Have I been looking forward to seeing you.”

“I want to introduce you to one of our newest sisters,” Amber replied, turning to Becky.

“Well look at you,” he said, brazenly and slowly exploring Becky’s body before his eyes met hers.

“This is Becky,” Amber said.

“Hello Becky. Very nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand, which Becky shook. “I’m Mr. Benson.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Becky said, overawed to be meeting the man of such wealth.

Then he turned to Amber.

“Oh, is this Becky Becky?” he asked her.

“That’s right,” she replied.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” he said, turning back to Becky.

“Oh God,” she muttered, blushing, wondering how much detail Amber istanbul travestileri had told him.

“Do we have a shy one?” he asked, turning to Amber again.

“A little,” Amber said. “But she’s definitely Alpha Sigma Sigma material.”

“Oh I don’t doubt you, Amber,” he said, touching her arm. “And I do like the shy ones. And Becky, there’s no need to feel self conscious. We’re all friends here, and we want everyone to have a wonderful time.”

“Thank you,” were the words Becky forced out of her mouth before taking another sip of champagne.

“Gentlemen,” he said to a group of men stood nearby, and they turned to him. “I’d like you all to meet Becky.”

They all looked at her, some at her legs, some at her breasts, a few making eye contact. All of them making her feel like a piece of meat. She smiled meekly and offered a slight wave of her hand.

“So nice to meet you,” said one man, probably the most handsome of the group and perhaps the youngest, but still in his 50s at least, Amber guessed, as he reached out his hand.

“You too,” Becky said as she reached hers out too. He took it and held it, firmly, and too long, as he looked into his eyes. She sensed lust in his eyes, that he wanted to devour her right there and then, and that and the champagne made her a little woozy.

The other men, six of them, all shook Becky’s hand, and none of them offered their name.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Mr. Benson said, and he and Amber walked away, his hand on her back. Amber winked at Becky as they left her alone with this group of seven men. She took another sip of champagne, her defense mechanism, although she wasn’t sure it was really helping, and may end up leaving her defenseless. They began making smalltalk as Becky watched Amber disappear with Mr. Benson into the crowd.

“What’s your major, Becky?” asked one of the men.

“I’m not sure yet. But I’m leaning towards psychology,” she replied.

“Interesting,” he said.

“I was a psych major,” said another.

“What do you do now?” Becky asked, feeling more confident now she was engaging in what resembled a regular conversation.

“I own a sports team,” he said.

“You own a sports team?” Becky said, after almost doing a spit-take with her champagne. She really was dealing with some wealthy individuals. “Are you serious?”

“Well, it’s not all I do, but that’s what I enjoy most,” he said.

“Which one?” she asked, and before he could, the man who had introduced himself to her first interrupted.

“So how old are you?” he asked.

“I’m 18. 19 in a few months,” she replied. She almost felt stupid for answering. It felt very, very young in the context of these men.

“18,” said one of the other men. “That’s a great age.”

“So good,” said another in agreement, while others nodded.

“How old are you?” Becky said, feeling bold, and eliciting laughs from a few of them.

“Wow, really?” he replied. “I’m much, much older than you, Becky.”

“We all are,” said another. “Do you like being surrounded by older men?”

“I, uh…,” she muttered, unsure how to answer.

“I really hope you do,” he said.

“Me too,” said another.

“I’m sure we’re all going to have a great time tonight,” said the first man, and Becky felt his hand on her back. A ripple of electricity went through her legs at his touch.

She looked around and saw Melissa amidst a very similar looking group of men, smiling and laughing flirtatiously, and Lexi, even more drunk than she was when she got out of the limo, with her hand squeezing the arm of one of the man she was talking to. Then she heard someone clinking a champagne glass to attract attention, and everyone turned to see Mr. Benson about to speak. Amber was by his side.

“I’d like to raise a toast,” he began, raising his glass. “To the young women of Alpha Sigma Sigma, many of whom we are meeting for the first time today.”

This was met by hoots from many of the men there, including those next to her, and the hand that was on her back was now around her waist, squeezing her slightly. Becky felt a combination of nerves but also, and she resented herself for this, arousal.

“May you all enjoy yourselves tonight, and for many days and nights to come!” he continued, cuing more cheers from the roomful of wealthy older men. “To Alpha Sigma Sigma!”

“Alpha Sigma Sigma,” the room echoed back to him.

Then Amber leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

“It sounds like Amber is ready to get started!” he said with a huge smile on his face, eliciting a few ripples of applause from the crowd.

“OK, let’s get this show on the road,” said one of the men by Amber.

“I know where we can go,” said the man with his hand around her waist.

They began walking towards a stairway, and as Becky looked around she saw some of the other groups disperse too. She couldn’t see Melissa or Lexi.

As they walked up the majestic stairs, she felt the hand on her waist slowly slip down until it was cupping her ass. She travesti istanbul didn’t say anything. What could she say, at this point? She understood the deal and what was expected of her, and tried to focus on the apparent benefits of belonging to Alpha Sigma Sigma.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Becky looked back to see Amber on her knees in front of Mr. Benson, his eyes closed and his right hand on her head as it bobbed up and down. Despite coming to terms with the situation and what was about to happen, it was still shocking to see her sucking him off right there in the middle of the ballroom.

One of the men pushed open the first door on the left on the upper floor and switch on the light to reveal a spacious, lavish suite, with a four poster bed.

“This’ll do,” he said, and Becky in the men walked into the room, one of them closing the door behind them. She looked around, taking in the beautiful room.

“How do you like it?” asked one of them.

“It’s really nice,” she replied.

“And how do you like this?” asked the man with the hand on his ass as he squeezed it. Britney didn’t respond and just exhaled heavily as he manhandled her behind.

“I bet you like that a lot don’t you?” he said, kneading her ass cheeks. “Are you a dirty girl, Becky?”

“She better be,” said the sports team owner, before she could answer, not that she was going to.

“Only one way to find out,” said another, unbuckling his belt.

“Yeah let’s find out,” said the guy with his hand on her ass.

He put his hand up her skirt and down her panties, and she felt his fingers run along her pussy lips, causing her to moan involuntarily. She couldn’t help but enjoy it when he plunged two fingers between her labia and inside her juicy twat.

“She’s already fucking wet,” he said, probing her snatch with his fingers.

“Let’s get her undressed,” said another before walking over and lifting her dress over her head and removing her lacy bra, freeing her breasts. He sucked on her tits while the other guy pulled her panties down her legs, revealing the narrow strip of pubic hair above her pussy.

“You look so fucking good, Becky,” said another guy who now had his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched her.

“Remember the rule, boys,” said a guy whose pants were round his ankles. “Only oral the first time.”

“Fine by me,” said the guy who had been sucking Becky’s tits. “Get on your knees,” he barked.

Becky did as she was told, the other guy’s fingers slipping out of her juicy slit as she got down, the luxurious carpet feeling soft under her knees. In a split second a rock hard cock appeared inches from her face, and then she felt hands on the back of her head. She looked up at the guy whose cock was in her face, placed her hands on his thighs for balance, and in instant he had pushed it past her lips and into her mouth. Becky took a couple of seconds to come to terms with things, and then began sucking.

“Oh fuuuuuuck yes,” he groaned. “Suck that cock.”

“Yes, that’s it,” encouraged another.

“How is she?” asked the guy whose fingers were coated in her pussy juice.

“She’s a great fucking cocksucker,” the guy receiving the first blowjob replied.

“Where do they keep finding these dirty little whores?” asked another.

“I don’t know but I’m so glad they do,” replied another.

Becky felt someone take her left hand of the guy’s thigh so she opened her eyes, and it was immediately filled with another thick, hard cock. She started stroking that, and then another guy came over and put her right hand on his throbbing member too. So here she was, giving one guy head while she jerked off another two. And three slowly stroked their rock hard cocks as they watched, awaiting their turn.

“You dirty little bitch Becky,” someone said, she couldn’t tell who.

“OK, let’s see if you can take all of it,” said another, and there was no mistaking who that was. It was the guy in Becky’s mouth, and sure enough she felt him bring her head closer and he forced his cock deeper into her mouth.

Just as with Mr. Wilson during her initiation, Becky barely gagged as his cock reached the back of her throat.

“Oh my God that’s good,” groaned the guy she was deepthroating as he was balls deep in her warm, wet mouth.

“Yesssss, you fucking take all it,” growled the guy she was jacking off with her left hand.

“You’re gonna suck all our cocks like a good little whore,” said the guy in her right hand.

“Fuck her face,” said another, and the others voice their agreement.

“I was just getting to that,” said the guy in her mouth, and right away he started thrusting his hips towards her and his cock began pistoning in and out of her mouth.

“If we can’t use your pussy tonight, we’re gonna use your mouth like one,” he continued as he fucked her helpless mouth. And this was just the beginning, Becky realized.

And she gagged more now, the speed of his thrusting triggering her gag reflex far more than when she had slowly taken his cock to the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and drool spilled out of her mouth as he facefucked her, and that was accompanied by muffled cries coming from Becky’s mouth. Not that the men had any interest in what she might be trying to communicate.

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