Frat Slut: a Naughty Nanny Story

*** This is a stand alone story, but can be best appreciated after reading my other Naughty Nanny stories. ***

Chapter 1

When Jake invited me to go to USC with him for the weekend, I was very excited. Not only will it be a great opportunity to see more of California, but it will be good to get out of the Wolf house for a little while. I came to America, to work as an Au Pair for the Wolfs, because I thought it would be a good chance to get away from my troubled past in Belgium, and start over fresh. Unfortunately, I discovered that I can run from my past, but I can't run away from who I am.

Who am I? I know that is what you are asking. I am a girl, who was timid and shy, and who bloomed into a woman, WAY too fast. I was always a petite girl, with a gymnast's body, and almost no tits. Then, almost overnight, my tits ballooned out to large D cups and my ass filled out to a full, round shape. I am still generally petite, but now I have these damn tits and an ass, that would make a Kardashian proud.

Needless to say, the guys in my small town, were much happier with my changes, than I was. I went from being a fairly talented gymnast, to one who was terribly out of balance. This was a big deal for me, because gymnastics was one of the most enjoyable and exciting things in my life. There is something about performing in front of a crowd of people, who are watching me with wrapped attention. Unlike other team sports, when I am performing, all the attention is on me and what I can do with my body. Even though I am generally very shy around people, there is something overwhelmingly exciting for me, when I a performing in front of a crowd. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised by some of the more extreme events later in my life. You will have to wait to hear more about that though.

So, other than ruining my gymnastics future, my new body seemed to make the invisible shy girl, VERY visible. I went from never having a date, to never going a weekend without at least one. I was so overwhelmed by all of my new found attention, I didn't know how to handle it. Along with figuring out what dating was all about, I had to figure out what sex was all about. The short answer is, that I did a VERY bad job of figuring it out. In fact, it was more like sex figured me out, and it all spiraled out of control, ending with me as the main attraction at a drunken gang bang. That was the straw that broke the camel's back and what drove my mother to ship me off to America.

It didn't take long for my bad judgement regarding sex, to catch up to me in America. The bottom line is that, in addition to being the Wolf family's nanny, I am also sort of the live in sex servant. Basically, I became their on call sex toy, not only for their use, but also for sharing with many of their friends. If you want to read more about that, I recommend you read about my earlier "Naughty Nanny Stories". If you are familiar with my story up until now, You can understand why I am so in need of a break from the demands of the Wolf household, and why I am so excited to be driving up to USC with Jake.

When I was packing for the weekend, I had no idea what to bring. What do girls at college in America wear? When I arrived in America, I went crazy buying short skirts, crop tops, and everything I saw the girls wearing on the TV show, "Bay Watch". After all, growing up in Belgium, TV was how we formed our impressions of America. Lucky for me, southern California today, is not so different than California in the 80s and 90s. Apparently short skirts and lots of skin, never goes out of style. There was one good change though, yoga pants. I love yoga pants, and yoga pants REALLY love my round butt. So, yoga pants, spandex shorts, a nice short tight skirt and several tight and cut off tops ended up in my bag for the weekend. Of course, I also brought a good selection of sexy underwear, since Jake and I had already fucked, a LOT, and I figured there would be more of that.

For the ride up, I chose a short flippy skirt, and a crop top. The skirt did a great job of showing off my thighs, and the promise of so much more, just out of site. The crop top, showed off my flat stomach, and because of my big tits, it hung out, almost, but not quite enough to show the bottoms of my bra covered tits. I love the affect it has on guys, and I even caught a lot of girls doing double takes, to get a better look at my tits. How did I become such a shameless exhibitionist, from the shy timid girl I was? I guess that girl died, the first time I had a guy brutally fucking my throat, while another was trying to drill his way through my pussy, to reach his friend in my throat.

Oh I definitely should NOT have thought about THAT. The memory of being double teamed, immediately makes my pussy moisten and my nipples get ROCK hard. Without thinking, I cross my arms over my ample chest. My sudden motion, catches Jakes attention, and he gets a good look at my VERY large nipples poking through my top, before I am able to cover them with my arms. He reaches over and pushes my arms down as he says, "Don't cover them up, Jeannine. I love your big fat tits, and those nipples are unreal."

Then he reaches his right hand over to cup, and feel, and SQUEEZE my left tit. I can't stop the loud moan that escapes my lips. I can't help myself. My tits, and especially my nipples, are my weakness. It is like they are a switch that turns my brain off, and my pussy on, ALL the way on. As he continues to maul my tit, as he tries to keep from crashing, I feel my thighs spread open and I want so fucking badly to touch my wet pussy. I am grabbing my knees, to keep my hands from roaming up to my needy pussy.

Jake sees this, and knows what I want. When he first met me, he called me out as the uncontrollable, sex addicted, slut, that I try so hard not to be. He knew immediately how to push my buttons and make me loose what little control I have over my sexuality. He pushes me now, telling me, "Go ahead slut... touch it... you know you want to... you know you NEED to... Touch your needy pussy Slut. It is soaking wet already, isn't it?" I blush BRIGHT red, and he knows he is right. He nods his head, and I do as he directed. I slide my hands up my thighs. I enjoy the smooth feeling of my thighs and the heat from the sun shining in through the window. I slide my hands farther up, under my skirt. I feel the lace pattern of my thong panties. I feel the heat and wetness, escaping from them.

As my fingers touch my sensitive swollen lips, a GASP, escapes my lips. I see Jake smile over at me, as he says, "Good girl... you like that don't you? You like touching that naughty cunt for me don't you, slut?"

"GOD YESSSS," I almost growl, feeling his words shoot through me like an electric shock, straight to my overstimulated pussy. I pull my skirt up so he can see better, as I push my panties aside, and slip my finger inside my wet pussy. I pull it out and slide the wetness up and down in the roove of my swollen pussy lips. I feel the heat of the sunlight, and the cool wind from the open window. The cool air on my wet sensitive lips, makes me shiver with excitement. I push my finger back inside and a second one joins it. My thumb reaches for my clit and I rub light circles over it. I moan, "Mmmmmm," and I can feel myself building to a strong orgasm.

My eyes are closed, so I do not realize Jake is grabbing my hand, until I feel it. He yanks my hand away from my desperate pussy. "Not yet, you bad, bad girl," he tells me as he shakes his head teasingly. I look at him with wild, desperate, lust filled eyes. How can he stop me NOW????

"Take your bra off. I want to see those nice big tits swinging free," He tells me.

My sex clouded brain takes a few moments to understand his words. Then I start to fumble with my bra. Luckily, it is a front closure bra, so with a quick FLICK of my finger, it POPS open. I reach up to take the straps off my shoulders and slide them down and pull my arms out, one by one. I drop the sexy white lace pushup bra in his lap. As I do it, I clearly see the large bulge growing there. I smile, knowing that I did THAT.

He sees me staring at his impressive bulge, and tells me, "Well, don't just look at it. Take it out and put it in your whore mouth." I don't need any more guidance, I almost dive across the car, to open his pants and pull out that big cock. I feel it growing in my hands. I look at it and feel the heat of it. It is a beautiful cock. I have seen, felt sucked, and fucked a lot of cocks... I mean a LOT... so when I say it is a beautiful cock, I know what I am talking about. It is big, close to 9 inches, and thick, but not so thick that it looks fat. It just looks perfect. I mean it is the kind of cock, that they should mold dildos out of. I know I would buy one... well. if I didn't have access to the real one. And real it is, real big, real tasty, and really in my hands right now.

I take the big smooth head of his cock in my mouth. I taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. I lick it and run it around his smooth cock head. I love the slick feel on my tongue. He moans LOUD, and I smile because I know that he likes the feel also. With that thought, I PLUNGE down on his cock and push it all the way to the back of my throat. When I feel it hit, I don't stop, I relax my throat muscles and swallow. This allows me to push him right into my throat. I feel my nose hit his pelvic bone. I feel his full balls against my cheek. I MOAN around his cock as I swallow repeatedly. I know how amazing this feels for a guy and I a rewarded by his hand holding my head down HARD, as he screams out, "FUCKKKKK, that feels fucking amazing..."

Before he can say anything else, I quickly rise up, pulling his cock almost all the way out of my mouth... then... DIVE back down on him, taking it all the way into my throat again. "GODDDDDDDD....YESSSS," he cries out in response. I start to pull off and plunge down over and over. I am fucking my mouth and throat on his cock. As I try to lift off one more time, I feel him hold me down with an iron grip. I feel his cock get even bigger, almost choking me. Then it starts to twitch uncontrollably, an d start to shoot surge after surge after surge of cum deep into my throat. It feels like he is actually cumming straight into my stomach.

When I feel him stop twitching, I pulls off of him. As I lift my head, a string of cum and saliva connects my mouth to his cock. I am surprised at how it lasts, and continues to grow longer as I move away. Just as I think it will not break, it separates and falls on my bare thigh. The sudden wet feeling on my thigh feels so erotic and naughty for some reason. I scoop it up with my fingers and continue to my wet and still unsatisfied pussy. I mix his cum and my spit, with the juices in my pussy. I look up into Jakes face and he nods, as if giving me permission to continue. And continue I do. I fuck my fingers into my desperate pussy, like I am a serial killer with a knife. I am trying to kill my pussy as fast as possible. If my pussy juices were blood, I am sure Jake's poor car would look like a slaughter house.

Just as I feel my orgasm about to crash over me like a tidal wave, Jake reaches over and under my crop top. He grabs my tit HARD. He SQUEEZES, and taking my nipple between his thumb and finger, pulls it so hard, that he lifts my tit up and out of my top. I look to my right and see the wide eyes of the people in the large SUV driving next to us. Seeing them watching me, combined with my already overstimulated state, makes my cum explosively, screaming, "Oh my GODDDD, YESSSS." I feel like I will pass out, but I am shock back to consciousness, by the blaring horn and loud cheering, from the SUV. I don't know whether to take a bow, or slide down in the seat out of view. I chose the second one.

Jake is braying like a jack ass, as he tells me, "They're gone. You can get up now." I let out a breath, I didn't realize I was holding, and sit back up. I immediately see the SUV still driving along side us. I feel like I light up the entire car, I am so red. I slap Jake on the arm and tell him, "You are SUCH an asshole," and then I break out laughing along with him. Then I turn back to my adoring audience and with a flourish of my hand, I give a mock bow. Even through two widows, I can hear them all cheering.

Chapter 2

Lucky for us, and the California Highway Patrol, we made it to USC, without having an accident or causing any accidents. I was very impressed with the campus. I came to America, instead of going to university in Belgium, so I feel overwhelmed by the place. I feel like this is a place that great and important people go to. It makes me feel like an unimportant person, because I never went to such a place. Just like living at the Wolf's house, makes me feel inferior, this place does that and more. I feel like I am not even good enough to be walking among these people here. To make things worse, I realize that I never put my bra back on, and my damn tits are jiggling and bouncing with every step, and are threatening to flip my crop top up to reveal themselves, at any moment.

Thinking because Jake is fucking me, he will care about my fears and anxieties, I confide my feelings of inferiority to him. His response is like a physical slap to my face. He blurts out, "Of course you are inferior you silly twat. I mean look at you. Yes, you are a hot piece of ass, and a great fuck, and my GOD, what you can do to my cock with your mouth is incredible, but come on... You are just another whore from France or where ever the Hell it is you are from."

I cover my mouth with my hands. I feel like he punched me in the gut. I am speechless. I feel like I will burst out in tears at any moment, but I stop myself. I scream inside my head, "Don't you do it... Don't you DARE break down, and let him know he hurt you. Just laugh it off, and continue to be the sexual wildcat he wants you to be. He just needs to come to realize, that I am good enough... for him"

I guess he sees me trying to get control of myself, and attempts to placate me. He tells me, "Don't worry princess. You are perfect the way you are. Many women go their whole lives thinking that they are better than they really are. You are way ahead of them. You know who you are, and what you are. That is what makes you so fucking amazing in bed. That is how you can completely degrade yourself to serve a guy... or many guys, if what Dad and Marie tell me about you, is true."

His words horrify me, and excite me at the same time. On the one hand, I feel such shame at being confronted by my lack of social standing and potential. However, on the other hand, I feel like he is telling me that I am so much more talented sexually than any other girl he knows. A large part of me feels that being a man's whore is way more important than being his equal. I mean, guys don't cheat on their wives to get intellectually stimulated, right? As long as men want me sexually, they will not be tempted to look for someone better, right? These thoughts make me smile.

He sees my change of mood, and comments, "See, don't you feel better knowing where you stand? Now, I am going to take you to a place to meet some of my friends. You will like these guys. They are just like me. They will also understand just who you are, and how to treat you." Then he takes my hand and leads me through the campus. His words and his hand in mine, comfort and excite me. I am quickly lost in my amazement of the grand buildings and beautiful landscaping.

Finally, we arrive at a nice multi-story building with a large welcoming front porch. Above the door are big Greek letters. Growing up Catholic in Europe, I know my Latin. However, Greek is, well, Greek to me, LOL. "What does that say Jake?" I ask him. Jake replies, "This is my Fraternity house. Those are the Greek letters, which identify it. This Frat is known for its athletes. You will like these guys. Some of them are real monsters. We have a number of football and basketball players in this Frat. They can toss you around like you are a rag doll. I laugh at this strange comment, and wonder why he would say something so random like that.

As we walk up the stairs, Jake tells me, "We are in luck. I was able to call ahead and set up a little party for tonight. You like parties, don't you?"

"Of course I like parties, but I have to tell you, I am an easy drunk and I lose ALL control when I drink," I tell him. Then a shiver runs down my spine, as I recall the party back home, when I ended up fucking and sucking just about every guy there. I make a commitment to myself to not drink too much tonight. My thoughts are ripped right out of my head, as we walk through he door, and I am overwhelmed by a whirlwind of introductions. How the HELL will I be able to remember all of these names and nick names? Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter anyway.

We go to the bar and Jake tells the guy there, "Give us two Long Island Ice Teas." Then he turns to me and tells me, "You are going to love these. They taste great."

All I can think, is, "Thank God, it is only ice tea. I definitely don't want to start drinking alcohol this early." When he hands me one, I taste it and he is right. It does taste great. I take another big drink and enjoy the taste and how refreshing it is after the long drive. Come to think of it, my throat is also rather rough feeling after the blow job I gave Jake in the car. I quickly finish the drink and ask for another. The guy behind bar raises one eye brow, and gives Jake a strange grin. Maybe it is some weird fraternity thing. Boys and their inside jokes, I think to myself, and laugh it off.

I must have lost track of time, because before long, there are so many more guys here and the music is blasting. I feel the need to move, so I walk to the middle of the room and start dancing. I am so drunk at this point, that I don't even realize how my tits bounce and flop, as I dance. I am giving all of the guys a great show as my crop top does a terrible job of concealing my big swinging tits. To make matters worse, my flippy skirt, keeps doing what it was designed to do, and keeps flipping up and giving everyone a good look at my exposed butt cheeks. Everyone is around me, clapping and chanting. and the music is thumping through my whole body. I feel so intensely aroused.

As I look around, I start to see what Jake meant earlier. There are some really hot guys here, and he is right about them being monsters. These guys could toss me around like a toy, for sure. I suddenly feel a rush of excitement, by that thought. Just then, I see a big black guy, who must have been close to 7 feet tall, I find my eyes drifting down to his crotch, as I wonder how big a cock would a guy THAT big have? I look up, and see him smiling a wicked smile at me. I have no idea what got into me, but I wink at him. I feel so naughty doing it, but I figure, what is wrong with a little harmless flirting?

He comes out and starts dancing with me. He is so tall and I am so short. Even with my heels on, his crotch is around the height of my chest. He starts wiggling and thrusting his hips in rhythm to the music. I notice that large bulge in his baggy track pants, start to swing and flop beneath the fabric. I am fascinated by it. I was right, it seems HUGE. He is dancing closer and closer to me. I suddenly feel his big cock THUMP against my chest. Then it happens again. I can almost hear the THUMP, as it hits my chest with such force. Then I realize that my big tits are flopping and bouncing just as much. In fact, as I move forward and back, they flop out and around, and then CLAP together, as I sway back. I realize this when our timing is just right, and my tits CLAP around his THUMPING cock. Then it happens again... then again... I am not sure if he is timing it that way or if I am... Maybe we both are. The affect is the same, we are both so fucking turned on by it.