Experience In CollegeIn college I fell for a big jock on campus. He was good looking and popular and I was deeply taken by him. Being young and inexperienced, I showed him was too much obvious interest. In return, he was always cool to me, making me throw myself at him even more. Finally, one night at a bar, he turned and talked to me. I was so happy. We ended up spending the night talking and later, when he asked me to walk home with him, I did. When we got back to his room, his nature changed. He got cold again and called me a **** for coming with him on our first date. He said since I was such a bad girl, I should entertain him by stripping. I was so mortified and ran home.
The next week though, I again saw him again at the bar. And try as I might, I couldn't stay away. I started to talk to him and dance with him. It felt so good when he was nice to me. As the night wore on, he asked whether I was still a little baby or whether I was ready to go home with him...After a long pause, I said the later. When we got back to his room, he again got all cocky. He got a beer, sat in a chair and again told me to dance for him. This time I did. I thought I could appease him just by dancing sexy but he wanted more. He kept telling me to take off my top or leave. Finally, I gave in to his pressure and slowly ******** off all my cloths as he sat there watching me. Once I was naked, he took me to his bed and we had wonderful sex. I was in love.
The following week, he called me and took me to dinner. When we went back to his place, he again had me go thru this same routine, me exciting him and then making love. Over time,we went out less and less and he would just have me come to his place, put on a show then make love. But he progressively got cruder in his demands and pushed me to do new things...like touch myself while he watched, or use a vibrator. He seemed to realize that I was very self-conscious and doing these things for him was very embarrassing.
One night we were over his place with a couple of his friends. After drinking a while, he told his friends that I would put on a show for them all. I turned red and slapped his face and started to walk out when he yelled, "it doesn't matter if she leaves, we can just watch her video...". I turned and asked him what the hell he was talking about. He just grinned and told me to watch the TV. As his friends looked on, he started a tape. There I was in his bedroom, slowly removing my cloths to the music....I could have died....He had secretlly taped one of our sessions! I tried to grab it out of the machine but he just laughed said that he had lots of copies of it....And that if I didn't want these appearing all over campus, I would put on a live show for him and the boys right now!
After crying for a while, I realized I was trapped. It was clearly me in the video and I was clearly acting like a complete ****. I decided I had no choice, I closed my eyes and ******** for those ******** while they sat and drank and made nasty comments. With each comment, I sunk lower and lower into dispair. When I was done, my "BF" came over and kissed me. He whispered in my ear that if I was willing to entertain all their desires for the night, he would destroy the tapes and set me free. Else, I would be his and the team's **** all year. Seeing no other choices, I gain into his and his friends wishes. I was their nasty playtoy for the night, doing whatever they wanted and letting them use me for their pleasures.
In the morning, dispite how bad I felt, he was good for his word. He gave me back the tapes and left me leave. Amazingly, he and the other guys remained quite about the night, probably fearing for their campus reputations and team standings. I survived, mentally and physically, went on to graduate and eventually married another wonderful guy (who knows nothing of my past).
However, some nights, as I lie in bed in the dark, I still can't help but think back to those experiences. And when I do, I always get so hot thinking what I had done and been forced to do.