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Authors name: Pleasure Dome - Anonymous Author
Story title : Confessions

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Confessions (M+F, college, slut, exh)
by Pleasure Dome - Anonymous Author 
- Edited by Sleazy Liz

*

My name is Molly (I'll feel better leaving this on an 
assumed first name basis) and I live in a suburb of 
Baltimore, Maryland. Several years ago, I installed a 
modem in my computer and became mildly addicted to adult 
bulletin boards. A big part of the fun is reading 
stories about other callers' sexual exploits -- some 
which obviously were fantasies, and some, which I 
believe to be true. 

After reading more than a few of these stories and being 
badgered into telling one of my own, I began to debate 
telling "my story."

It occurred during my college days, which I think of as 
my "bad girl" days. After thinking about it, I decided 
to go ahead and tell this story through a BBS because it 
seems the most anonymous way to do it. I've told one 
other person (my best friend and next-door neighbor) 
about this, and I'll admit I do have the urge to tell 
the story anonymously.

*

I came to Baltimore from Fredericksburg, in the Fall of 
1975, to attend Johns Hopkins University. I was 17 then, 
just out of high school, ready to get away from home 
(but not too far away), and Baltimore seemed perfect. 

I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't terribly experienced 
either, having had a grand total of one serious 
boyfriend and one one-night-stand (our Senior Prom, of 
course). We both went our separate ways right after 
school, he to college in Michigan and me to Baltimore 
with no promises to each other, so I felt free to date 
when I got to Hopkins. 

I've always been pretty outgoing, so I quickly made a 
number of new friends, most of whom liked to party. 
Early in the first semester, I went with three other 
girls in my class down to a bar near campus. We were 
there for a while splitting pitchers of beer and nachos 
and got talking to three guys sitting at a nearby table. 

I hit it off with one of the guys and spent a while 
talking to him. He told me his name was Steve and he was 
down visiting friends, but was a junior and a varsity 
lacrosse player at Princeton. He was about 6', tanned 
and very muscular. I was very attracted to him and found 
myself thinking "Hmm, I don't know this guy very well, 
but with a little effort on his part, I could sleep with 
him tonight!"

We kept talking and he told me that he was very 
attracted to redheads. (I should describe myself, I 
guess... 5'6, 115lbs, 36(D!)-23-34, with auburn hair. 
(definitely NOT a carrot top!) After talking for a 
while, he asked if I wanted to leave...which I did. 

We made some excuses to the others and left for his car, 
which turned out to be a van. We drove to the campus 
parking lot and got into the back of the van. We started 
kissing and he wasted no time in getting my blouse off. 

"Oh, Molly! You have the most beautiful tits in the 
world!" he said.

By that time, I was very turned on and was kissing him 
passionately
while unbuttoning his shirt. I whispered, "I don't 
normally let guys pick me up in bars like this..."

He said that he believed me but he was glad the two of 
us had gotten together. 

I slid his shirt off of him, revealing a very muscular 
chest. I was kissing his chest while he unsnapped my 
bra. He gently maneuvered me onto my back and unsnapped 
my jeans. 

At that point, I was as horny as I could get, squirming 
to let him get my pants off and saying, "Steve, I want 
you, I want you so bad!" 

He quickly started undoing his belt. 

I heard myself say, "Please let me do that." 

He agreed and came closer, kneeling next to me. I 
propped myself up and started undoing his belt, undid 
his pants and unzipped him, dropping his jeans down 
around his knees. 

I kissed his stomach above his underwear and said, 
"Steve, let me blow you! I really want to suck you!" 

I got no argument from him as I pulled down his 
underwear and started to suck him off, stroking his 
balls with one hand and rubbing his ass with the other. 
He positioned himself on top of me, letting me suck 
while gently thrusting in and out between my lips a 
little. In high school, I had blown my boyfriend and 
didn't mind doing it, but I found that this night I was 
really enjoying it. I wanted it to last for a while so I 
sucked slowly while maneuvering my tongue around. I 
laughed to myself thinking, "If my friends in the bar 
could see me now!" 

I knew Steve was really enjoying having this "redhead" 
suck him as he was looking down at me and smiling ear to 
ear, which turned me on even more. He was reaching 
behind himself and fingering me, which was driving me 
wild. After about five minutes more of sucking, I could 
sense he was about ready when he asked if I would do 
something special for him. 

I nodded without stopping my work on him and he said, 
"Let me cum in your mouth, Molly, please!" 

I looked up, wide-eyed, having only done that once 
before and that had been an accident. He looked down, 
smiling and nodding his head, and said, "Don't stop, I'm 
close, just squeeze my ass if it is okay with you." 

I looked up at him again, closed my eyes, and felt my 
hand squeeze his ass and I pulled him deeper. It seemed 
like only a second and then he exploded in my mouth. A 
lot went immediately down my throat, and I swallowed the 
rest a few seconds later. Finally he rolled backwards 
off me and lay on his back with his legs still on each 
side of me. He rested for a few moments then quickly 
slid his head down between my legs. 

I willingly spread my legs and got treated to the most 
tantalizingly slow licking I had ever had. He was damn 
good and obviously loved oral sex. He licked me slowly, 
literally driving me wild. He had me dripping wet and 
had me begging him to fuck me. I was so wild, I was 
offering to blow him all night if he would only fuck me 
just once. I knew what I was saying, but in my mind, 
couldn't believe I was begging a guy to ball me. He kept 
licking, getting faster and faster, until I finally came 
in the most massive orgasm I had ever had. 

In the meantime, he had evidently gotten hard again, 
recovering from my blowjob. As I was still recovering 
from being eaten, I felt him lift my legs and put them 
on his shoulders. 

He asked if I still wanted to be fucked, to which I 
said, "Yes, do it, now! Fuck me!" 

He did. He literally pounded me for about fifteen 
minutes, causing me to cum at least twice -- (God! What 
a stud he was!). He rolled me on my stomach and kept 
pounding me from behind. After a few more minutes, he 
finally came and we both collapsed, exhausted. We fell 
asleep for about half and hour and then got dressed and 
he walked me to my dorm. Before he left, we traded phone 
numbers and he said that he would be coming down in a 
few weeks and could we get together again. I said yes, 
and we made a date for that Friday night.

*

Well, the weeks passed and that Friday finally arrived. 
But Steve couldn't make it that weekend, having to 
cancel at the last minute. I half-kidded with him on the 
phone asking him if he had met another girl but he said 
it was schoolwork (Of course, he did have a girlfriend 
up there, and a high school sweetheart in Baltimore, but 
I didn't know that at the time). So, with nothing better 
to do, a couple of us hit our favorite minor-serving bar 
again. 

We met some friends there who said there was a good 
party in the JHU "ghetto" (off campus private housing to 
you folks who don't know the area). So, around 9 that 
night, we meandered over to a big old house where a 
party was in full swing. I talked, danced a little, and 
drank some beers. I wandered around the house and found 
a poker game going on the third floor with about ten 
people, girls and guys, in one room. 

Someone in the house was obviously a serious poker 
player because they had a regular table and they were 
playing for money. I watched for a while until one guy 
quit and they asked me if I wanted in. I've always loved 
poker and was pretty good, having been taught by my 
three older brothers, but by the looks of the cash next 
to the poker-chip holder, the stakes were pretty high 
and I only had twenty dollars on me. 

I said, "No, thanks. Too rich for me. I only have twenty 
dollars."

They said the stakes weren't high, it just looked like a 
lot of money because there were so many players. So, I 
bought in with my twenty dollars and promptly went on a 
winning streak, at one point being up by about sixty 
dollars -- that was high stakes poker for me! By that 
point, it was after 1 am and the party downstairs had 
moved on and the game dwindled down to me and three 
Seniors who were determined not to let a frosh coed beat 
them. I knew I should have quit because I was getting 
tired and had had too many beers, but part of me wanted 
to wipe these guys out. 

My luck turned, though, and pretty soon I was down to 
about two bucks. I lost that and announced I was 
quitting and going home (my friends had left hours 
before, appalled at my poker playing). 

One of the guys, Jim, looked at me and said, "Hmm, not a 
true gambler, quitting like that." 

I said, "Well, it's not quitting when you're broke. You 
guys won." 

Jim smiled and asked me if I'd be willing to put up a 
piece of clothing as collateral. If I would, he said, I 
could stay in the next hand. He said any piece would do 
and I wouldn't have to give it up unless I lost. 

I was wearing shoes, socks, jeans, panties, bra, blouse 
and a sweater over the blouse, so I thought (with the 
crystal clarity of my beer-fogged brain), I have enough 
clothes to win a hand or two without having to show 
anything. 

I agreed and my shoes became collateral. I lost those, 
and put up the socks as collateral the next time, also 
losing. The third hand I used the sweater and won, and I 
was happily back in the money. I won a few more hands 
but was soon broke again and decided to try one more 
hand with the sweater. I lost, drawing nothing better 
than a pair of fours. At that point, I decided to quit, 
but the guys had one last proposition for me. 

Jim (obviously the bold one) looked at me and asked, 
"Are you willing to put it all on the line, Molly?" 

I asked, "What do you mean?" 

He said, "Will you put all your clothes on the line 
against the whole pot of money?" The pot was big, well 
over a hundred dollars, so it was tempting. There was a 
bit of argument among the three of them, but they 
finally agreed. 

Jim smiled and said, "It's been a long night, and we'd 
like it to end with you up on the table dancing and 
stripping for us." 

I laughed. "Yeah, I bet you would."

"What do you say, Molly?"

I thought about it and finally said, "I'll bet, but on 
these terms: I'm outnumbered, so one hand isn't fair. We 
play five hands. If I win three of them, I get the 
money. If I lose three of them, I'll close the clothes, 
I'll get up on the table and do the best striptease 
you've ever seen." 

They quickly agreed and we started to play. I lost the 
first hand and starting wondering if this had been a 
smart idea and if the beer had gotten the better of me. 
We played the second hand, I got two pairs, ten high, 
and felt pretty confident, but one guy had two pairs, 
also -- King high. Another lost hand. I was visibly 
nervous at this point, knowing it could come down to the 
next hand. The guys were being nice though, although 
they couldn't help but smile. 

The third hand was being dealt while I was thinking, 
"Geez, if mommy and daddy could see their little coed, 
now! In a matter of seconds, I might be naked in front 
of three guys -- strangers!" I chuckled nervously inside 
thinking that at least they were good looking guys. 

I looked down at my cards and saw two eights, a Jack, a 
five, and a seven. I kept the eights and drew three. The 
draw was an eight and two fours! I had a full house and 
I was going to win! 

Two guys had nothing and Jim was grinning. He asked what 
I had and I showed the full house, smiling. He looked 
and said, "Yes!" and put his hand down. I looked down at 
five hearts and realized I had lost. 

At that point, I didn't move. One guy put the top on the 
table while the other shut the curtains and the door and 
put some music on. 

Jim came up behind me and whispered, "It'll be all 
right, Molly. Show us what you've got. This will be our 
secret." He kissed me on the cheek and patted my ass and 
sat down with the other two guys in front of the table. 

I was nervous, but determined not to let it show. I 
thought, "Well Molly, you put your ass on the line and 
now it's time to pay the bet." I climbed up on the table 
thinking, "All right, here goes...I'm going to do one 
damn good striptease for these guys and get the hell out 
of here." 

I started dancing and swaying to the music and after a 
minute or so I started unbuttoning my blouse. As it fell 
open, I swayed and bumped a bit letting them see my 
boobs jiggle. I turned my back toward them and let the 
blouse fall, turning around and continuing to dance. I 
danced some more and then undid my jeans, sliding them 
down over my hips and finally dropping them and kicking 
them off. I danced around in my bra and panties for a 
while, wishing I had worn my black or red set (Haha! if 
I only knew I'd be stripping!)

The guys knew it was payoff time and had their eyes 
fixed on me as I danced. I reached around, undid the bra 
but held it up in front, letting the straps fall down my 
arms. 

I suddenly realized that I was starting to enjoy this 
more than a little, myself. Something inside me said "DO 
IT! SHOW THEM YOUR TITS! MAKE THEM CRAZY FOR YOU!" And I 
did, I dropped the bra, danced, swayed and bumped, 
shaking my breasts in front of them. The three of them 
applauded and whistled and cheered my every move.

I dropped down to my knees, got on all fours and pulled 
my panties down in the back. I got back up, danced some 
more, then went down on my back, lifted my legs, and 
pulled the panties off and tossed them at the guys. I 
spread my legs, giving them a full view and then got 
back up and danced. I faced away from them, bent over 
and gave them a rear view and ran my finger across my 
pussy lips. The embarrassment was gone as I realized 
that I really was turned on and very much into the role.

I went back on my back, did one more leg spread for them 
and then stopped and laid on the table. The guys 
applauded wildly. 

I thought, "my first striptease got rave reviews!" I 
looked up and noticed that Jim was standing right next 
to the table looking down at me. 

He said, "You were great, Molly. You have one hell of a 
body and you do know how to shake your ass!" 

I looked up and managed a smile, too tired to say 
anything. Jim had other plans though -- he quickly 
inserted two fingers in my pussy and said, "Hmm, seems 
like you enjoyed the strip show, too. Looks like Molly 
likes being naked in front of guys."

He started pushing his fingers in and out and I 
protested, saying, "I didn't agree to this, Jim. Let me 
up." 

He said, "I know, but it doesn't seem like you mind too 
much. I think you're turned on by being naked in front 
of three horny guys." 

"Noooo..." I moaned. "Please let me go..."

He kept fingering me and I was getting wetter and I 
didn't stop him. 
I felt alone and helpless, and then I realized that I 
was getting very aroused and I began bucking against his 
hand, which he had stopped, moving. Our eyes met, and I 
knew I had been caught.

I said, "I'm turned on. Very turned on. But we should 
stop. This isn't right." 

He laughed and said, "I think we all are turned on, but 
I don't think we're going to stop, Molly." And he pulled 
me up and kissed me while continuing to finger-fucking 
me. 

We stopped kissing and I quietly asked, "Am I going to 
be gangbanged?"

He said, "Is that what you want? Do you want to get 
gangbanged, Molly?" 

"No," I hesitated, "I don't think so..."

Jim smiled, "Which is it, Molly?" 

His finger was caressing my clit, sending a strong buzz 
up my body, straight to my brain. I managed to squeak 
out, "Yes, okay." I had pretty much lost control to my 
desires at that point and said, "Jim, let me blow you in 
front of your friends."

He didn't argue. I rolled off the table and knelt down, 
feeling incredibly horny that I was going to blow a guy 
in front of two other guys and proceeded to suck Jim off 
while they watched wide-eyed. 

After I finished, I was picked up by the guys and 
carried to a second floor bedroom where they took turns 
eating me and fucking me and letting me suck them.

Ron, a stocky blond who had been the quietest, turned 
out to be the stud of the bunch -- he balled me four 
times that night -- once from behind while I was down on 
all fours blowing Jim for the second time. By 8am, I had 
spent most of the night with my legs in the air and was 
worn out but happy. There was a quick fuck with each of 
them after a light breakfast, and then I took a cab back 
to the dorm.

We did the three-on-one thing at least five more times 
that year until they all graduated in May of 1976. They 
never invited any other guys and I never heard that the 
story of our parties got out. It was probably because 
they had all had steady girlfriends on campus or at 
Goucher, and Jim was even getting married in June. 

I didn't do any more group sex during my remaining three 
years at Hopkins, mainly because the opportunity never 
seemed to arise. Although I had become a seasoned pro at 
it over the year, I wasn't quite ready to initiate it. 
Besides, finding three more guys as discrete as my first 
three wasn't likely. That didn't mean I sat home alone 
on the weekends for the rest of school, just no more 
group-sex.

*

I lost track of Jim, Ron, and Brian after the end of my 
freshman year, but near the end of my second year in 
Grad school, I got a call from Jim, who wanted to get 
together for lunch. I was a bit leery about that because 
of our past together and the fact that I was engaged and 
he was married. He seemed to sense my uneasiness about 
meeting and said that it wasn't a "date" but really a 
business meeting as he wanted to talk to me about my 
working at the company he was with. I agreed to meet him 
the next day at a classy Charles Street restaurant. 

When I got to the restaurant, he was there waiting at 
the front door. "He really does look good," I thought. 
He was tanned and obviously working out regularly. He 
hugged me a gave me a peck on the cheek and said I was 
more beautiful than ever. 

I pushed aside the feelings that he brought back, 
reminding myself that that was a long time ago. We were 
seated and ordered lunch and talked some about old 
times, friends, my fiancee, his wife, etc. 

He ordered two "Long Island Iced Teas," a drink, which I 
had never had. I drank that down quickly because it 
didn't taste strong and ordered another. About halfway 
through that, I realized I was a little buzzed. 

Jim started talking about his work, saying that he was 
in sales and was currently bidding on a large contract 
with an out-of-state company and the deal was between 
his company and one other. He said he had invited the 
guy who was going to make the final decision to see the 
offices and facilities. 

I said, "Oh, sounds interesting, but where do I fit in 
to all this?" 

He said that he'd be meeting with the guy all the next 
day but would like for someone to take him to dinner and 
show him the town that evening. He said that he would 
rather someone pretty take him out rather than doing it 
himself. 

I said, "Oh this is some kind of blind date? You know, I 
don't think Roger, my fiancee, would go for me having a 
blind date."

"Well," Jim said, "I rather it not look like a date, 
anyway. I'd like you to pose as my secretary. I want to 
set up dinner and then back out at the last minute and 
pretend to ask you to sub for me." 

I thought about it and said, "I don't know, Jim, it's 
not really my style." 

He said, "This is a great deal for you. All you need to 
do is come to the office tomorrow afternoon and act like 
you are working while he is around and then meet him for 
dinner and dancing. Buy a nice dinner dress and the 
company will pay for it. The whole evening is on the 
company tab and you get paid $1,000.00 -- cash." 

Finally, it dawned on me. "Jim!" I said, "You want me to 
ball him, don't you?" I was incredulous.

I had done a lot of crazy stuff but had never gotten 
paid for it. He looked a little embarrassed, but said, 
"I need to pull out all the stops on this deal, Molly. 
You might just be the edge I need. It could be my 
career. I need someone that I can count on, there isn't 
anyone else." 

He moved closer and put his hand on my knee and looked 
at me and said, "I know I shouldn't be saying this, but 
you're damn good in bed -- the best I've ever had, 
including my wife. If anyone deserves to get paid for 
it, it's you." 

I actually blushed at that, not sure though if I was 
being complimented or called a slut. The waiter came 
back and he ordered another drink for me before I could 
say no. 

After a minute or so, I gulped the drink and finally 
said, "Jim, you of all people know I love sex but, gee, 
this is like turning a trick like some hooker." 

He grinned at me and said, "Expensive call girl, not 
hooker. Exciting thought, though, isn't it." He said, 
"don't answer yet, just think about it." 

We talked some more and the waiter brought the check. I 
was starting to notice that Jim was doing a lot of 
looking at my chest and thought, "I wonder if he is 
going to try to make me?" 

He paid the check and said, "Let's drive around and talk 
a bit." I said okay and we went off in his car. He said 
that he thought about me a lot and missed the days when 
the four of us got together, saying it was the best sex 
he had ever had. We had driven out by the Hunt Valley 
Mall and he pulled into the lot and parked. He looked at 
me and said that he wasn't planning on coming on to me 
but that seeing me again had turned him on. He took my 
hand and put it on his pants and I could tell he wasn't 
kidding. 

I shouldn't have, but I gave him a little squeeze 
through his pants. He put his arm around me and pulled 
me closer and starting kissing me. I responded, not 
being sure if I was excited because of the drinks, Jim, 
or the fact that someone's husband wanted me. 

He undid a button on my blouse and slid a hand inside 
and into my bra. He said, "It's been a long time since I 
felt them. I miss you, Molly." 

He then slid his hand up my leg and started pressing my 
pussy against my pantyhose. We kissed and I suggested a 
motel. We drove across the street to the Marriott and 
quickly got into bed and went at it like old times. When 
it was over, we lay there and cuddled. 

I kissed him deeply and said, "Jim, I'll do it. I'll be 
the company whore." 

He asked, "Are you sure? I didn't mean to pressure you." 

I grinned and said, "Jim, I want the job. You just got 
my application. Hire me." 

He laughed and said, "The job is yours."

Well, I went through with it. The guy was about thirty, 
pretty average in every way, not bad in bed, although I 
wore him out by the next morning. And getting paid for 
it WAS a turn on, I must admit. 

I did the "call girl" routine twice more for Jim, both 
times spending the afternoon with him in a motel and 
that night with his client. The last time was a week 
after I returned from my honeymoon, and Jim stayed with 
the client and me to party till dawn. (Talk about 
getting turned on by forbidden pleasures!)

Jim got those three, and a lot more contracts and 
eventually moved out of town. I still get Christmas 
cards from him.

Well, that's my confession. These days, I'm a 33-year-
old wife, mother and career woman. I might pass you in a 
Mall, but I won't tell this story there. 


PS:

I just got a call from Jim. It seems he, Ron, and Brian 
are all coming into town for their 15th reunion. I agreed 
to meet them to relive some old college memories! 

PLEASURE DOME BBS - 804-490-LUST

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