Just a Quarter

He can't believe his fraternity brothers set him up like this. He was being whored out to random strangers. Surprisingly, the worst part was not the betrayal he felt, the fact that he was being fucked or even being used by strangers as a cum dump. The worst part was how little they were charging for his pussy.

The last thing he remembers is a couple of his bro's offering him a nice cold beer after class. He woke up around 4a.m. with his hands tied to the metal headboard in his room and a strange man ramming his fat cock in and out of his new pussy.

It took him a few minutes to understand what was happening to him. Once realizing that he was getting fucked, several things occurred to him. The first was that it did not hurt as much as he would have expected it too, it was rather very enjoyable. The second was that the guy must have used a lot of lube as he could feel his pussy was wet and that there was lube running down both of his thighs.

Then, listening to the slurping sounds his cunt was making, he realized that the feeling in his twat may not be due to the excessive lube, it could be that the guy behind him might not be the first one to fuck and breed him. It might not be excessive lube, it might be cum making him as wet as a horny cheerleader during homecoming.

This new thought was confirmed when he felt the man fucking him push in deep and start shooting cum into his pussy. The man pumped a couple times more, then pulled out. He dropped a quarter on the nightstand and walked out. He felt another man crawl onto the bed behind him, heard a zipper being unzipped and then felt another cock enter him, causing more "lube" out to run down his already slick thighs.

As he felt the new man start to fuck, he noticed that there was a bowl of quarters on his nightstand.