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Chapter 7
Brooke does a night club

Brooke put up adverts for girls, but for some reason there were
no responses. Brooke found this very frustrating, she would have
to do something drastic. So she went on the web and looked up the
nearest lesbian night club, Reagan's on 51st street, and resolved
to go there on Saturday to get fucked by 24 women. She want out
and bought a new dress. It was very tight, so tight that her
breasts threatened to spill out when she walked down the street
and it had a zipper down the side so she could easily remove it.

Reagan's was dark and sweaty and very loud. Brooke wandered
around for a while. There were all kinds of women here: butch,
feminine, fat, thin, tall, short. Eventually she found what she
was looking for: a room at the back of the club where women were
fucking one another. The room was lined with couches and there
was some bedding on the floor. She took off her dress, placed her
camera, some lube and a box of pens on the floor, lay down on a
mattress on the floor and used her lipstick to write 'Open for
business' on her abdomen with an arrow pointing down to her
pussy.

Pretty soon a crowd of women had gathered around her. She picked
four black women from the crowd, took a photo and got them to
sign that that they had fucked her on the back. She brought two
of them off with her hand while another fingered her pussy and a
third used her mouth to get off. Then she picked another four
black women and repeated the performance. Then another four.
Brooke was a bit tired already so she picked one of the women out
of the third lot and asked her for help. Three lots of four
latino women used her and one lot of white women. By this time
Brooke was seriously exhausted, her pussy was sore and she was
thinking of throwing in the towel for the night and coming back
in a few days. And that's when it all went a bit wrong.

Five white women pushed their way through the crowd of spectators
around Brooke. They were seriously stinking drunk and possibly
high on something else too. 'We hear some dumb bitch is giving
out free fucks!' slurred one of the women. The others brayed some
semblance of agreement. Then they all turned on Brooke. Two of
them pinned her arms down with their butts and started to rub
their pussies on her arms, another sat on her face and ground her
pussy into it. She had obviously been to the toilet and hadn't
wiped too well because her cunt tasted like piss. Brooke just
managed to plead her helper to take a photo of this before the
woman using her mouth told her to shut up and grabbed her breast
piercings and pulled them hard to reinforce the message.

The other two women smeared some lube on their hands and smiled
malevolently. 'I bet this bitch is real loose after a night of
fucking. I'll bet she can take a whole fist up her pussy and her
ass!' And so they started to smear lube in her pussy and her arse
and stretch them out until they could fit their whole fist into
both holes. Then they started pumping their fists in and out. Her
pussy and ass felt incredibly full, like they'd been stretched so
wide they'd never go back to their original shape. Disgust and
humiliation churned her stomach while pain and pleasure ebbed and
flowed from her pussy and arse until they became almost
indistinguishable.

The woman using her mouth came first after about twenty minutes,
flooding Brooke's mouth with pussy juice and she held Brooke's
nose, forcing her to drink it or choke. Then she got up and
slapped Brooke hard in the face. 'That's a good little whore,'
she said before walking off. The two women using her arms to rub
on came shortly afterward and just got up and walked off without
so much as a thank you.

Another half hour later Brooke came from the stimulation in her
pussy and arse and lapsed into unconsciousness for a while. When
she woke, Carleen was cradling Brooke's head in her hands trying
to get some Evian into her mouth.

'What the hell are you doing?' said Carleen. Carleen stood up.
'Some woman who didn't even know your name called my number from
your mobile and asked me to come and get you and told me some
story about you wanting to fuck 24 women.'

'Need to fuck three more white women,' said Brooke hoarsely.

'NO YOU DON'T!' shouted Carleen. 'You need some photo of some
women signed on the back. Fine, I'll get you it. You don't have
to fuck anyone to get it. Look at you, you're a mess, there's no
way you can have more sex tonight.'

Brooke nodded.

Carleen found another two women, took a photo of them and got
them to sign the back. Then Carleen helped Brooke up, wrapped a
sheet around her and took her out to her car. Then Carleen drove
her to an all-night diner and bought them both a meal and a jug
of orange juice.

'Why'd you come get me?' asked Brooke when she felt a bit better.
'Thought you weren;t speaking to me after what I did to your
mom.'

'Yeah, well, I guess my mom is annoying and you, well, you just
called her on it,' said Carleen. 'I was angry but you've
obviously dug yourself into some terrible hole. Someone needed to
get you out. How's college?'

Brooke looked down at the polaroids sitting on the table. 'I
think I just passed my exams.'

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Chapter 8
Brooke and the Dean

On Monday, Brooke went to the Dean's office but the Dean wasn't
in when she arrived and the receptionist asked her to wait.

The receptionist was a mousy, timid thirty-year-old woman who
seemed apologetic about asking Brooke to wait. Brooke spotted an
opportunity. She was wearing her summer dress and had nothing on
underneath opposite the receptionist's desk there was a couch for
people to wait for the Dean and a table with magazines on it for
them to read while they waited.

'So the Dean isn't in? Guess I'll just have to read something
while I'm waiting,' Brooke said breathily, bending over the table
and "accidentally" letting her dress ride up so the receptionist
could see her arsehole and pussy. Pretending to be unaware of
this, Brooke fussed over the magazines on the table. 'I just
can't find anything interesting to read here. Are you sure I
can't go in early and make myself ready for the Dean?'

'I, um, I....' stammered the receptionist. 'I, I'm sure he won't
mind if you go in.'

'Really? Gosh, thank you,' said Brooke. Then she turned and
skipped into the office, letting her boobs jiggle up and down to
give the receptionist a bit of a show.

Brooke had brought a small purse with the condoms and photos in
it and she laid them on the desk. But Brooke was a bit angry with
the Dean, she was still sore after what she'd gone through and
although she liked fucking being ordered to do it annoyed her, so
she decided to give him what he wanted but not in exactly the way
he wanted. She grabbed a bust on the desk, apparently some guy
with a moustache called Keynes, and she started to burst the
condoms one by one so that there was spooj all over the Dean's
desk.

She had just finished when the Dean came in. He looked at the
desk calmly, without a flicker of concern or anger, and then
picked up the photos. He looked through them and found the photo
of Brooke being fisted.

'This one isn't signed,' he said. 'Oh, yes, and you've smeared
come all over my antique oak desk. So you'll have to be
punished.' He took a paddle and ball gag out of his drawer and
threw the gag to her. 'Put this on and take off your dress.'

Brooke took off the dress and put on the ball gag. shaking with a
mixture of hatred, fear and arousal.

'Bend over the desk,' he said.

She bent over the desk, bracing her upper body with her arms so
she didn't have to touch the come covered surface. The Dean came
up behind her and pushed her down onto the desk so that her face
and boobs were covered in come. She shook with anger and
humiliation but she wanted  a college degree so she had to put up
with it. Then he took the paddle and started to smack her arse
with it and he didn't do it gently. He put the whole weight of
his body behind it. After about five smacks her arse was on fire
and he kept going until he reached twenty by which point Brooke
was crying and screaming with saliva running out of her mouth,
past her ball gag and onto the desk. Her cunt was also on fire,
but not with pain, pussy juice dripped down her leg and she was
close to coming. Then he started to smack her pussy with the
paddle, managing most of the time to hit her clit. this time the
pain was much worse. After ten hits she couldn;t stand anymore
and slipped down
onto the floor, too hoarse to even try to scream anymore.

The Dean took off his suit, slipped a condom onto his little four
inch dick, then lay on top of Brooke and fucked her savagely
calling her cunt and whore and every other filthy name under the
sun while she lay on the ground crying. Every time his crotch
brushed hers a new wave of pain rippled through her body and to
her amazement she came after about a minute of this treatment.
The Dean only managed to keep this up for two minute before he
came and then he pulled out, took the condom off and dripped its
meager contents onto her face.

He got dressed and threw her a large towel. 'Clean up my desk and
then get out.Oh and congratulations you got As on all your
exams.'

She took the ball gag off cleaned up the desk and wiped down her
body before putting her dress on.

Then she took the come covered towel and threw it over him then
walked out, knowing he couldn't make a fuss without admitting
he'd been fucking one of his students. She didn't stay to find
out how angry he was, instead she just walked out quickly and
confidently, flashing a smile at the receptionist as she walked
by.

She wondered what she would have to do to get top marks next
year.




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