The Scholarship-Chapter 3, a short story by jessica.kanaan. Date added: 2011-10-19. Times viewed: 2428.
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- Intro: Het, Oral M/F Old Men
The first round of scholarship weekends lasted through mid December until just before the first semester break. It had lasted for 6 consecutive weekends and would be repeated when most of the basketball scholarships would become available for award in the spring. As had been predicted by the RA, the sophomore girls were never assigned a white boy and each girl was thoroughly fucked by at least 20 guys each during that span, not including my “gangbang” with the football team. While we all longed to get back home during the break, we were required to stay because of the need to fulfill other assignments before the second semester started. The first order of business was the fall alumni fundraiser. This is a function where Texas University alumni are wined and dined into donating money to the alumni fund in order to pay for its private dorm which housed the whores used to entice stud freshmen to sign their letters of intent. All three floors of girls, 36 in all, were to be the workers at this event which was held at the mansion of the alumni president and gave the alumni association an opportunity to show off its prized girls. Each girl was given an orange sequined dress and matching heels along with an orange thong with a Longhorn logo on its front. The dresses were strapless, held up by our breasts, with no need for a bra. Although the orange was the Texas colors, the dresses were beautiful and made for elegant looking uniforms. The girls of the sophomore floor were all assigned to be cocktail waitresses mingling with the alumni taking and delivering drink orders. The other floors were assigned to waiting on tables during the banquet and serving food at the carving stations during the cocktail hour buffet or serving snacks. We all boarded one bus and although we had seen the other girls coming and going, this was the first time all three floors traveled together.
The ride was about an hour long as we pulled up to a sprawling ranch on 100 acres with a mansion set atop a hill. It had 100 guest rooms, multiple swimming pools, theatre, gymnasium and anything you could imagine in a 50,000 square foot home. It belonged to oil billionaire John Paul Hoffman and was one of many properties he owned in Texas. . As much as I dreamed of telling him off if I got the chance, my memory of the gangbang was too fresh in my mind and I promised myself to keep my big mouth shut. It seemed I did indeed learn my lesson. As we left the bus, each of the 3 RAs separated us by jobs and led us into the building. The sophomore girls were given small circular trays in order to carry drinks from the bar to the alumni and to remove empty glasses. We were taken into the room where the cocktail hour was to occur and given general instructions on what to do. The girls from the other floors were already at their stations ready to serve food and mix the drinks we would request. Just before the first guest arrived we were all huddled together by the RAs for final instructions. We were reminded to say yes sir and no sir and always to smile. The most important thing, however, was for the alumni to have a good time. What this meant was that if they took us by the hand that was a signal to take them upstairs to any one of three rooms on the right, and do whatever they wanted. After returning to our posts, the alumni began to enter one by one. One of the first to arrive was Mr. Hoffman who immediately walked up to me and asked for a scotch and water. He had no recollection of me as it was clear I was just one of thirty-six whores in his stable. I expected to see husbands and wives gathering as you would see at a wedding or graduation. Instead it was a steady influx of men of all ages, races and sizes with the only thing in common they were former Texas University students that had gone on to be very successful and wealthy. I recognized two or three former sports stars but most were middle aged to extremely old men who may have been sports celebrities at one time. The cocktail hour would last two and a half hours to ensure all of the guests arrived and for the first 30 minutes there were never ending requests for drinks and food as over 200 people had arrived.
After everyone had been drinking and noshing for 40 minutes or so, I began to notice some of the girls were missing from their stations. I was still taking it all in when alumni started to strike up a conversation with me. He said his name was Mike Johnson and asked me for my name and how long I had been at school. I replied “Jessica, my name is Jessica and I’m a sophomore here at Texas University,” to which he responded “that would make you about 19 years old, correct?” I nodded in the affirmative and he replied with a smile that he had daughter named Janet about the same age. He was white, about 50 years old, bald with a large pot belly, and no more than 5 foot 10 inches tall. He reached down and took me by my left hand and I knew that was the signal to take him upstairs. He chose the middle room which was a large den that had couches on two of the walls and winged chairs on the other two. There were shelves and books and book cases as well, but the room had mostly been cleared to make sure there were ample chairs and places to recline or sit. There was one other girl in the corner going down on a fairly young black male who I recognized to be a current NFL star. Mr. Johnson took me to a couch in the other corner of the room and kissed me on the lips. He pulled my dress passed my breast and his eyes lit up as he took in their size. The dresses were made to be easily removed which he did almost immediately. He pulled down my thong and pushed me to the couch wrapping his hands around my thighs in order to start licking my pussy. I closed my eyes and was repulsed to think that this man might be fantasizing about eating out his daughter. My fears was confirmed when I opened my eyes and heard him say “come to daddy I have something for you” and he smiled as he tried to insert his erect cock into my pussy which he had removed from his suit while I had my eyes closed. He had a hard time with the insertion because I wasn’t yet wet, but after a minute or two he was able to insert his cock into my vagina, which hurt, because of the lack of lubrication. After a couple painful thrusts my vagina started to produce lubricant allowing him to hump more freely. As he gained rhythm, he leaned forward covering my mouth with his. He didn’t last long and as I lay on the couch he stood over me stroking his cock with his right hand. All I could see was the head of his penis as its shaft and his hand were covered by his pot belly as he stroked towards ejaculation. Sweat poured from his bald head as he cried out “here’s some sweet nectar for you Janet,” closed his eyes, and shot cum all over my tits. When he was spent he let his erect cock rub against the pool of cum on my nipples until it receded in size disappearing under his stomach. While pulling up his pants he asked “what’s your name again” and as I softly said “Jessica” he turned and left the room by himself.
There were plenty of baby wipe towelettes for us to clean up. After wiping his cum from my tits and neck, I dressed and headed back downstairs. As I was leaving I noticed there were 4 or 5 couples now in the room in various sexual positions. Walking down the stairs, I saw an extremely old man sitting alone in the corner nursing a beer. He smiled as I walked by but didn’t approach as I stopped to pick up a tray to resume soliciting drink orders. It wasn’t more than 5 minutes later when a black alumnus approached me who was clearly in his sixties. He was a large man over 6 feet 5 inches tall and must have been an athlete at one time. Any muscle he had long ago turned to fat and he introduced himself as Bubba Kelly. After giving him my name, I spent the next ten minutes listening about how his NFL career ended after hurting his knee in his rookie season but how he made millions by investing his signing bonus. He looked at every waitress that passed us as he spoke but eventually chose me and reached down to take my hand. I led him up the staircase and entered the first door on the right. It was set up like the other room and had six couples already there. To the right was a large brown couch with 3 old naked men sitting with Karen, Samantha and Beth kneeling between their legs sucking on their cocks. There was room for a fourth and Bubba suggested we join them. He said “please get undressed” while he was removing his Tux and when we both were naked he sat down in the free space on the couch next to the man being blown by Beth and spread his legs. I got on my knees between his large legs and reached for his cock. It wasn’t yet erect but I could see it starting to stir as I began rubbing his ball. He had what appeared to be 60 years of pubic hair with more than a few strands of grey and never had it trimmed. As I scratched his sac with my fingernails from one hand, I began stroking his cock with the other. When it grew to a full erection I joined the other three girls next to me by covering the head with my mouth and bobbing up and down. We all had our hands on their thighs while methodically performing fellatio on these old men. Almost simultaneously, all four girls got on their knees with their arms resting on the back of the couch presenting rear access to their vaginas. The men mounted each girl and proceeded to hump away while looking down at the four tramp stamp which reading left to right, “Texas University Cow, Texas University Whore, Texas Long Horn Slut, Texas University Cock Candy.” It must have been a sight to see as four beautiful girls were being fucked by these old goats in the doggy position as eight extremely large tits hung and bounced like utters on a cows.
The man on the right was the first to expire as he pulled his cock from Karen and stroked it while ejaculating in the crack of her ass. His semen was watery and it flowed like a small steam down her ass crack and onto her vagina lips. When he was done he collapsed on her back pinning her to the couch. Not long after, the man that was next to me began moaning “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” and exploded inside of Beth. As his cock became limp it fell out of her cunt along with some semen dripping from her vagina. Samantha’s man pulled his cock from her pussy and slightly pushed its head against her asshole as soon as he started screaming “I’m cumming, I’m Cumming.” He came in between her cheeks covering her asshole with thick cum that seemed to just hover over her pussy. Bubba lasted the longest, perhaps because he was the last to start, and only said “my cock really needs some of your cock candy” before he started to moan “ooooohhhhhh.” He rested his shaft on the crack of my butt and continued to hump until I felt a warm stream hit me between by shoulder blades. I could feel it run down my back as the remainder of his cum found its way into my crack accumulating on my asshole. While the men got dressed we had to take turns cleaning each other with the baby wipes. We were getting dressed when Beth remarked how disgusting that was because it was, “just like fucking my father.” We all nodded in agreement as we left the room to head back down the stairs. To my surprise the old man nursing his beer was still sitting alone in the corner. Once again he smiled at me as I passed by but remained in his seat. The guests were starting to trickle into the banquet hall and the sophomore girls would be getting a break as the other floors waited on the dining tables during dinner and the speeches. While we had to continue fetching drinks there were fewer and fewer men looking to go upstairs, and those that did usually grabbed one of their waitresses.
Not long after the main course was served, Mr. Hoffman emerged from the dining area and looked over eight of us that were not really busy, as we were just standing around. He eventually walked up to me and grabbed me by the hand. As we walked up the stairs he asked me what my name was. We continued to walk as I simply replied “Jessica.” He took me to a room on the left that was his private office that had a huge mahogany desk and leather chair. As he closed the door behind us, I said “you don’t remember me at all, do you?” I was initially shocked by his answer but when he was done I realized he must have been asked that question many times by many girls. He replied:
“Jessica, my dear, I see many, many teen girls every year. An alumni team personally reviews every application initially rejected by the University, first looking for girls from family’s that are financially strapped along with grades that are, well let’s just say, not great college material. We then sort through the photos submitted and tell the admissions office not to send rejection letters, but to send offer letters to the girls we select. Last year we sent out over 200 of these acceptance letters knowing full well without financial aid there’s no way they are going to accept and very little chance they will get offers from other schools. Then, over a two month period, we send follow up letters similar to the one you received and I visit as many girls as needed until I find 12 of the pretties and sexiest teens I can from families that are stupid enough to sign the terms of financial assistance that most would never agree to because their daughters are so overwhelmed with the thought of attending a major University. Last year I personally went to over 150 homes before I found the right twelve girls. You might think you were taken advantage of but the truth is that you are no different than a boy who receives a football scholarship and is crippled for life playing ball. He, like you, is part of a huge program that brings in hundreds of millions of dollars supporting higher education and the sports programs through the use of your bodies. Nobody remembers his name either. You should be proud of yourself, you were lucky enough to get one of only twelve scholarships offered by this University through no ability at all other than your looks. Now, I’ve got to give a speech and solicit money to keep this program going and I need to relieve some stress first, rather you need to relieve it for me.”
As my eyes welling up from hearing what was only the truth he leaned back resting his butt against the front of his desk and unzipped his fly saying “now get on your knees and suck me off.” I knelt between his legs and as I pulled his cock from his pants he pulled my dress down enough to uncover my tits. I grabbed the shaft of his cock in one hand and licked the head of his penis softly with my tongue. I used my teeth to nibble at its head and as it grew in size filled my mouth. He said to put my hands around each of his knees and just bob back and forth until he comes. He leaned forward enough to reach down to my chest where he rubbed my nipples with the palms of his hands until they were hard and erect. My head did all of the stroking and the only movement by him was the stroking of my nipples with his palms; eventually freeing one hand to pet my blonde hair like he was petting his favorite dog. His story filled my head and I was in full tears by the time he came in my mouth. When the last drop dripped from his dick, he reached into his pocket and handed me a handkerchief saying “I’m sorry there’s no baby wipes in here and I don’t want you to ruin your clothes.” It really didn’t matter since I had already swallowed his cum. He zipped his fly and told me to fix my dress and he would escort me downstairs. When I was ready he smiled, took the handkerchief from my hand and dried my eyes. He went his separate way at the bottom of the stairs and to my surprise the old man with the beer was still there. I smiled at him as I passed and he returned it with a sweet grin.
There was nothing to do during the fund raising speeches as most of the men were paying attention to the sales pitch and already gone upstairs with at least one girl. So we stood around trying not to look bored and wondered when it would be over. I was quite surprised when I felt a tap on my shoulder only to turn around and see the little old man that was sitting alone for most of the night. He said “excuse me miss but I was wondering if I could ask you a question.” I had nothing else to do and said “sure, what can I do for you sir,” with a big smile. He said “I noticed you’ve gone up the stairs with at least three different gentlemen and since I never came to one of these fund raisers before I’m curious as to what’s going on?” The question took me by surprise and I was unsure as to how I should answer. He seemed like a sweet old man and I didn’t want to just come out and say I’m a whore so I tried to deflect the question into a conversation. “I can’t believe a man of your statue has never come to an alumni fundraiser before,” I said, “clearly you are a well to do gentleman you must have been invited before.” “Oh,” he replied, “I’ve donated over $20 million to the alumni fund since I graduated in 1945, I just never came to any of the fundraisers.” The quick math in my head told me he would be close to 90 years old. He went on to say his name was Paul Walton and he was always too busy helping to build up the Wal-Mart empire, never having time to return to his alma matter, that’s why he sent the checks. He asked me my name and when I told him it was Jessica he said, “Now Jessica, you still haven’t answered my question!” I asked him, “didn’t you get instructions on interacting with the waitresses like me?” “Not really” he replied, the invitation only said to take any of the girls by the hand if you want to, I figured it must be some kind of code, that’s why I asked you about the three men I saw you with.” Feeling trapped I had no choice but to try and be straightforward. I whispered, “Well Mr. Walton, what do men and women usually do in private?” “Oh my!” he exclaimed, you’re a prostitute?” “No no sir” I exclaimed, “I’m just a Texas University whore sponsored by your donations.” He looked puzzled and went on “things have really changed since I went to school here, young women like yourself would never have done what you do in my time.” He could see that his words had bothered me but pressed on, “look, a prostitute I understand, but a whore is a whore and I really don’t have any respect for whores but since my money paid for you…..” He stopped in mid sentence and took me by the hand. I led him upstairs to one of the rooms which was empty. While we were walking over to one of the couches I couldn’t help to think how this old bastard had judged me without knowing the circumstances that I was trapped in and it was all made possible by contributions from people like him. He reached out and grabbed at my chest and leaned in to kiss me. Eventually, he pulled my dress down all the way to the floor and his eyes lit up at the sight of my tits. Rubbing my ass he pulled my thong down to my ankles and as I stepped out of it standing naked in front of him he pulled me close to him. I unbuckled his trouser and lowered his fly pulling his pants down along with his underwear to expose a medium sized limp uncircumcised dick. As I got on my knees he said “wait a minute” in order to remove his shoes, jacket, shirt and tie. He stood there naked and was very skinny, but what struck me most was the wrinkles. Everything was wrinkled from his head to his toes with some wrinkles having wrinkles of their own. It repulsed me to think of having sex with this man nearly four times my age. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it in my face and I opened my mouth to take inside. I licked it so softy until the head grew past the foreskin and when it was erect I sucked slowly but hard. His hips lunged forward as he started to hump and he pushed me on my back on the couch to climb on top of me. He buried his face in my tits while rubbing his erection on my bare pussy lips reaching down to put his fingers inside my hole. When he felt I was wet he inserted his penis sucking on my nipples while he fucked my hole. It lasted only five minutes when I heard him moan “Oh my I’m going to cum” and he ejaculated inside of me.
When he was done he just laid on top of me breathing heavily. I was just hoping he wouldn’t drop dead of a heart attack. Slowly climbing of me he whispered with a shortness of breath “oh my, I haven’t done that in 20 years since my last wife died.” Smiling, he continued, “and it was just as good as I remember, even better with a young whore like you, soft smooth skin, big breast and you smell so good.” As he regained his wind, he sat down beside me and started to dress and said “thank you for making a boring evening a night to remember for an old man.” He smiled as he left and took a moment to say “I hope I didn’t offend you with my comments about being a whore” and simply walked out of the room.
By 11:30 PM the mansion had emptied out and we were ready to board the bus back to our rooms. Of all the things they made us do, this was the “dirtiest” feeling because it was clear we were there to have sex with old men for money, lots of money. In this case, I’m willing to bet it was millions and Mr. Walton wasn’t too far from the truth in comparing us to prostitutes.
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