The Initiation

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Father, Daughter, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Sorority pledge gives all.

Jennifer nervously scanned the hotel lobby, knowing that she must meet the instructions she had been given. Exactly. To the letter. No excuses.

"Please let it be somebody nice. Oh please, oh please, oh please. Please don't let it be too embarrassing. Please let it be over quickly", she prayed, so she could begin to forget the whole embarrassing episode and start settling in as the newest member of the most prestigious sorority on campus.

Its prestige drew from the fact that it was so exclusive, based on two reasons. Applicants must come from wealthy families and they must survive some legendary tests of courage.

Many would-be members resigned in tears as soon as they received their instructions, which were always designed to push the applicant far beyond what she considered to be her personal limits of behavior. Each applicant was advised to never divulge any details of her instructions, throughout her lifetime, or she would be ostracized forever by her peers.

Even with this knowledge, Jennifer had been totally unprepared for the extent to which her instructions exceeded her standards of behavior, but she wanted so badly to become a member. Her mother had been one of the founders of the sorority and had reminded her many times during her adolescence how important it would be to her future to achieve this honor.

Her father also reminded her very often how much it would help her find her proper place in society throughout her university years and for many years afterward. He also made it clear that it would help his business contacts within their community.

The thought of failure was the only thing that allowed Jennifer to remain in the lobby, steeling herself to execute her orders exactly as given. She watched for the man whose description had been given to her a few minutes ago by one of the sorority sisters who was observing her ordeal.Her eye was caught by the revolving door as it began to turn. At first, the man's head was obscured by the door frame, but she could see the color of his suit. It matched the description and so did his shoes and his briefcase. It was too early to tell his age, but he moved like a mature man, someone striding through life with great confidence, not some young jock bouncing along on the balls of his feet.

"Oh no!", she thought.

They've assigned me to an old fart. Her fears were further confirmed as his gray hair came into view. Jennifer's eyes squeezed out a tear as she imagined his clammy old hands grabbing at her tender young body. Thoughts of escape ran through her mind once more, but were routed by greater fears.

"No matter how terrible he is, I will be able to endure this day", she told herself.

"I will not allow myself to fail this test. I knew it would be difficult when I applied. Just relax and it will all be over soon."

Then she saw his face.All the blood left her face momentarily and for a few seconds, she thought that she would faint.

"Women don't actually faint any more, do they?"

The thought ran through her head and she tried to hold on to it as the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly exploded on her. Her instructions had included dire warnings not to look at her monitors during her ordeal or points would be deducted, but she was able to see their gleeful smiles as they watched her reaction.

"Jennifer, my dear. You can do this thing. You must do this thing. There is nothing you cannot do if you choose to do so." She finished her mental pep talk and strode firmly toward him across the lobby, extending her hand as she approached him.

"Hello Sir. May I offer you a warm welcome to our hotel. My name is Jennifer. I have been assigned as your sex slave during your stay with us. I have already taken care of your check-in and your bags will be delivered to your room. We can go there immediately if that is your pleasure or I will be happy to escort you anywhere that you may desire."

"Well, Jennifer. I've never had a sex slave before, but I must admit that it has a nice ring to it. However, I must confess to a bit of astonishment at your offer. You must agree that it is somewhat unusual. May I ask if you are of legal age?"

"Yes, Sir."

"May I see your identification, please?"

"M-my, uh, identification?"

"Yes, your ID. It would not be a good idea for a man in my position to be seen with a hooker and you must admit that this appears to be a distinct possibility, considering the situation. It occurs to me that this hotel does not routinely offer such services."

Jennifer rummaged blindly through her purse for her driver's license. She had imagined that the ordeal might be terrible, but nothing in her worst nightmares had prepared her for the feelings she now experienced. Finally, her fingers touched what must be her wallet and she drew it out quickly, handing him the entire wallet, not trusting herself to the task of fishing out the card.

"Well, well. Jennifer Ascot. It does appear that you are of legal age and this address is from a nice part of town, so there is little likelihood that you are a hooker. Oh, here is a student ID, also. It says that you are enrolled at the university here in town. Are you a virgin, Jennifer?"

The question caught her off guard. "Uh, what?"

"I asked if you were a virgin, Jennifer. As generous as your offer appears, it would not be a good idea for me to accept it if there is a danger of contracting a disease you might have contracted from a promiscuous life style. I have heard that some girls get very wild when they first experience the freedom of university life."

"Would this torture never end?"

Jennifer tried to make sure that her posture remained correct and that there were no outward signs of her discomfort that were under her control. She could not be responsible for the flush in her cheeks or the quickness in her pulse, but she could certainly control other signs that she was on the verge of hysteria.

"Yes, I am a virgin." Now she decided to go on the offensive to give herself a little breathing room.

"Do you have a big cock?""My, aren't you the forward one? As a matter of fact, it is quite large, but since you are a virgin, you will have little experience in the size of cocks, so you must take my word for it for now. Take off your panties and give them to me."

"My, uh, what?" Jennifer felt her imagined offensive attack evaporate."Your panties. Take them off and give them to me. Now!"

"Bu-but, we're in the lobby of a fine hotel. Come on to the room with me. I'll give them to you there."

"Give me your panties. Now!"

Jennifer's last hope of escaping without humiliation evaporated as she tried to look carefully around the lobby without appearing to do so. Thankfully, she had received sufficient training from her mother in certain graces that enabled her to comply with his request without making it too obvious. She stepped out of the wispy thong and scooped it up quickly before handing it to him in a small ball.

"Why Jennifer! These panties are positively wet! You naughty, naughty girl. They smell like you have been creaming in them since we met. You must be dreaming of how exciting it will be when my huge cock tears through your virgin defenses. How big are your tits?"Oh! Would it never end?

"They are 38C. I suppose you will want my brassiere next."

"No, you can keep that on for a few minutes. It may be more interesting to watch you take that off in the bar."

"In the bar? I'm not old enough to drink."

"Come with me, slave and don't question what I tell you to do. You did say you were my sex slave, didn't you?"Jennifer was forced to drop her head slightly.

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You will address me as Master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, now come with me. Walk in front so I can see your naked ass wiggle. Raise your skirt as you walk so that it reaches the bottom of your cheeks as we enter the bar."

"But I'm not wearing any panties. My pussy will show."

"This is your last chance, slave. The only thing you are allowed to say to me until I tell you otherwise is 'Yes, Master'. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now start walking. Raise that skirt. Swing that cute little ass. Thirty-eight, C, huh?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. You learn quickly. Take a stool at the bar. Drape your skirt over the stool so your bare ass is on the cold leather."

"Yes, Master."

"Oh, hello Mr. Ascot. Nice to see you again. Your friend seems a bit young for us. Are you able to vouch for her age?"

"Hello Jim. It's nice to be back in my favorite watering hole. This is my daughter, Jennifer. She is less than legal drinking age, so I will not ask you to serve her anything alcoholic. Wouldn't want to cause you to lose your license."

"Thanks, Mr. A. I knew you would be straight with me. May I send a bottle up to your room in case you get thirsty later?"

"Good man! You certainly know how to earn your tips. Now bring us a couple of my regulars with no Scotch in one, then turn your head for a few seconds. Show him your tits, Jennifer."

"Uh! Yes, Master."

"That's good. Doesn't she have nice tits, Jim?"

"They are very nice, Mr. A."

"Can you see them well enough, Jim?"

"What I can see is very nice, Mr. A."

"Wouldn't it be better if you could see all of them, Jim? Wouldn't you like to see how far her pink nipples stand out when she is horny? Did you know she is naked under this flimsy dress? Her bare ass is soaking pussy juice all over your nice leather seat. Isn't it, Jennifer?"

"Yes, Master."

"Take off your bra and hand it to Jim, Jennifer."

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