Amanda’s Frat House Fantasy
The phone rang three times before Amanda picked up, her voice husky as she answered. “Hello, handsome. What can I do for you tonight?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then a deep, rough male voice spoke. “Amanda… God, I needed to hear your voice. I’m so hard just thinking about you.”
Amanda purred, sinking back against the silk sheets of her king-sized bed. “Well, well… seems like somebody’s been a very naughty boy. Tell me what you’re thinking about, baby. I want every filthy, perverted detail.”
The man on the phone groaned. “I’m thinking about that night at the frat house. The way you walked in and owned that whole room. The looks on their faces when you stripped down in front of everyone.”
“Oooh yes…” Amanda’s voice was low and breathy as she stroked her thigh. “I remember now. Those cute little frat boys drooling over my tits and ass. They couldn’t take their eyes off me.”
“Fuck, you were wearing this tiny red dress that clung to your curves. Hiked up so high, practically flashing your pussy. And those heels… Fuck my life, Amanda.”
Amanda giggled wickedly. “I only wore that dress for one reason, baby. To make their cocks throb with need. To show them what a real woman looks like…”
She shifted the phone, bringing her other hand up to play with her full breasts. “I started teasing them, walking around, bending over. Letting them see a peek of the goods with no panties on. You should’ve heard the groans and whispers…”
“Mmmhmm. I bet they were rock hard already,” the man panted. “God, Amanda, I was so jealous watching them have you. Wishing it was me.”
Amanda’s voice was a teasing lilt. “But you know you couldn’t handle a woman like me, baby. Those college boys were prime meat. Young, virile, and sooo eager to please.”
She slid a hand between her thighs, rubbing herself through soaked panties. “I let them take turns with me. Standing in line, not even bothering to undress me. Just hiked up my dress and bent me over the arm of that big leather couch.”
“Oh fuck yes…” The man was practically whimpering now, the sound of a zipper rasping over the line.
Amanda’s voice was pure seduction. “They gripped my hips so tight, spanked my ass, pulled my hair. Shoved in deep with those young, hard cocks. So aggressive and dominant, not holding anything back. Just using my pussy like it was their own personal fucktoy.”
Her words were interspersed with breathy moans as she fingered herself shamelessly. “I was their slutty cougar MILF, letting a dozen college boys gangbang me. Passing me around like a common whore. Using all my holes. Fucking my face, my pussy, my ass. No part of me was left untouched or unfucked.”
Amanda panted harshly, working two fingers deep inside herself. “They were so rough and raw. Slapping my tits, choking me, pulling my hair. I could barely breathe, eyes rolling back from all the intense stimulation. Just a set of holes for them to use.”
Her voice broke on a moan. “Mmmhmm and the cum… Oh god, the cum. Shot after shot after shot. Pumping me full in every position. Glazing my face, tits, ass, stomach. Marking me as their conquest. Their dirty skanky cougar slut.”
Amanda was full on masturbating now, the sounds of her arousal filling the phone. “I was dripping with their cum. Ruined. Used. Owned. The ultimate frat house gangbang fucktoy. They had me bent over, spread open, on my knees. No matter how many came in me, there was always another one ready.”
She cried out, pushing two fingers deep as she came hard. “Fuuuuck, I’m coming so hard thinking about it! Those young cocks breaking me in, wrecking my MILF holes! Ahhhhh!”
The man on the phone was grunting and cursing, clearly reaching his own climax. Amanda could almost imagine him stroking himself vigorously, picturing her naked and on display, covered in young athlete cum.
“Fuck yes, come for me baby,” she whimpered. “Imagine it’s my mouth on your cock, sucking you off while the frat boys rail me behind you. Unnghh your cum is so hot and salty…”
They both grunted and shuddered through their releases, the sounds of heavy breathing filling the line as they came down.
Amanda was the first to speak, her voice low and languid. “Mmm, I needed that. God I love walking into a frat house and just owning it. The way they look at me… Worship me…”
The man chuckled, sounding satisfied and spent. “You’re incredible, Amanda. The way you bring those boys to their knees… Among other things.”
Amanda laughed wickedly. “Well, a cougar’s gotta keep up her reputation. And they’re always so eager to help.”
They talked for a few more minutes, winding down and making dirty promises for the future. Then Amanda smirked a kiss into the phone. “Mmm, talk to you later handsome. Daddy’s got a full day of teaching those pretty boys a thing or two about women. Bye now.”
She ended the call with a smirk, looking forward to another night of debauchery at the frat house. Those boys never failed to satisfy her.