**Sorority Initiation**

I never thought I’d end up like this. Me, Rob Chaotic—six-foot-two, built like a linebacker, and currently sprawled across a sorority house bed, my thick thighs squeezed into fishnets, my cock straining against lacy pink panties. It started as a joke, a dumb bet from the guys after I lost a drinking game. *”Rob’s gotta wear a dress to the Alpha Phi mixer!”* I laughed it off, but then Zoe, their vice president, pulled me aside.

“You’re wearing *all* of it,” she whispered, her glossed lips curving. “Or you’re not getting in.”

Now here I was, breath hitching as her manicured nails traced my collarbone. The room smelled like vanilla perfume and sweat. My cheeks burned under the layers of blush Zoe had smeared on me.

“Look at you,” she cooed, gripping my chin. “Such a pretty little thing.”

I swallowed hard. My dick throbbed, trapped under the silk. Fuck, I *hated* how much this turned me on.

Zoe’s fingers slid down, popping the buttons of my baby doll dress one by one. The fabric parted, exposing my chest, already pebbled with goosebumps. She pinched a nipple—*hard*—and I bit back a groan.

“Good girls don’t make noise,” she murmured, her other hand slipping between my thighs. My breath hitched as her fingers found the damp spot on my panties. “Unless they’re asked.”

I squirmed, but she clucked her tongue. “Uh-uh. Hold still, princess.”

Her nails scraped the lace aside, exposing my cock, red and leaking. Zoe smirked. “All dressed up and already desperate?” She spit into her palm, then wrapped her fingers around me.

“Fuck—” I bucked into her grip, the tight heat of her fist sending sparks up my spine.

“Look at you,” she repeated, jerking me slow, her thumb swiping over the tip. “Bet you never thought you’d get off like this.”

I gritted my teeth, but my hips betrayed me, rocking into her touch. The fishnets dug into my skin, the lace itched, and I *loved* it.

Then her grip disappeared.

“On your knees.”

My stomach flipped. I knew what she wanted.

Zoe hiked up her skirt, no panties underneath. Her pussy glistened, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. She fisted my hair, yanking me forward. “Lick.”

I groaned, my tongue dragging through her folds. She tasted tangy-sweet, and when I sucked her clit, her thighs clamped around my ears.

“Yes—just like that, *good girl*.”

The words sent a jolt straight to my cock. I ate her out like my life depended on it, slurping at her cunt, fucking her with my tongue until her moans turned sharp.

Her hips jerked. “Gonna—”

She came with a shudder, grinding against my face. I lapped at her through it, greedy, until she shoved me back.

Zoe’s eyes were dark as she unbuckled my garter belt. “Time for your reward.”

She rolled the panties down, freeing my aching cock. Then she straddled me, sinking onto me in one slick slide.

“*Shit*,” I hissed. She was so fucking tight, her walls clenching around me.

“You take it so well,” she purred, riding me slow, her nails digging into my chest. “Such a pretty little slut.”

I couldn’t hold back—my hips slammed up, driving deeper. Zoe gasped, her tits bouncing as she matched my pace. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her whimpers, the bed creaking under us.

I grabbed her waist, fucking up into her harder. “Gonna come—”

She leaned down, her breath hot on my ear. “Do it. Come for me, *princess*.”

That did it. My back arched as I spilled inside her, pulses of cum flooding her pussy. Zoe rocked through it, milking me until I was twitching and oversensitive.

She climbed off, her thighs slick with my release. “Looks like you passed initiation.”

I collapsed onto the bed, wrecked, my dress torn, my makeup smeared.

And I already knew—I’d be back for more.