Belonging

Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old.

Grad school was not going quite the way Olivia had envisioned. Oh, she was fully prepared for the heavy class load, the nights in the library figuring out the subject of her master's thesis, and the long afternoons spent grading papers for her graduate advisor.

What she hadn't planned on was the prolonged dry spell, her first since her older brother's best friend introduced her to sex the summer she graduated from high school. He had taken it upon himself to prepare her for college life -- and maybe he had done his job a little too well.

The sorority that she pledged that first fall had many possible initiation rites... okay, let's call them what they were -- hazing. When her "big sister" suggested that she was going to have to take on two guys at once, her eyes lit up. When she realized that the two boys were also freshmen and this was their initiation as well, she took charge.

By the time the night was over, the two guys were passed out, her sorority big sister had had her first anal encounters, first with a hairbrush handle and then with a freshman cock, as well as her first sapphic experience. And Olivia was off to the races.

She was short but slender, her dark wavy hair hanging down over her shoulders, her breasts accentuated by the slight waist she worked hard to maintain. No 'freshmen 15' for her! Her Japanese grandmother's genes had blessed Olivia with a slightly exotic look that attracted attention wherever she went.

She had made a discovery that summer before college -- sex was good! Sex with guys, sex with girls, sex with both in any combination, repeatedly, at any time and place. She didn't consider herself a slut, although it didn't bother her if others did. She didn't smoke, she didn't drink -- she just liked to fuck, and did it whenever her schedule made it possible and the opportunity arose.

There were a number of professors and TAs that were particularly sad to see her graduate from Big State U, along with a remarkable percentage of the senior class. Let's say that she was well-liked and very much missed.

But now she was stuck on the campus of an exclusive private university in the Northeast with the weather already turning cold, but not as cold as her pussy.

She shared a small two-bedroom apartment off campus with a gay couple and a fellow female grad student who seemed to always be there. The guys would be going at it in the next room and Olivia would want so badly to rub one out while she listened, but Brenda never seemed to leave the room unless she had to. And she didn't do girls.

She wasn't about to jeopardize her degree by messing around with undergrads that she was grading, and her time to socialize with other grad students seemed to be non-existent. She found herself flirting a little with her advisor, who was in her late thirties and very attractive when she wanted to be. But as much as Dr. Winthrop seemed to like her, she didn't seem to like her in THAT way.

Liv almost blew it all when Dr. Winthrop asked her to babysit for her in an emergency. She was not one of those profs that took advantage of their grad students, so Olivia didn't mind. At least until she met Nicole's husband when she arrived at the Winthrop's house.

He was in his 40s, salt--and-pepper hair and close-cropped beard, tall, fit, handsome -- every schoolgirl's wet dream. And he held their two-year-old in one arm and was holding the hand of her older brother and Olivia's pussy gushed like she'd just met a hunky young fireman snuggling a litter of beagle puppies.

She spent the night in their bed while they got Nicole's mother settled into a nursing home. The sheets smelled like the two of them. It smelled like sex, and lots of it. And Olivia poked around a little until she found one of her advisor's dildos and proceeded to have the best orgasm she'd had since she arrived on campus.

She thought about that for days afterwards and could still summon a little thrill imagining the two of them going at it, maybe with his hand over Nicole's mouth to keep her screams from waking the kids. It was such a fantasy that Liv was having trouble sleeping or focusing on her work.

She was standing outside one of the lecture halls a couple of weeks later, trying to decide whether lunch or more research was more urgent, when she felt someone step behind her. Before she could turn around, she felt a slender hand reach around and firmly grip her throat, pulling her back against someone's chest. Clearly a woman's chest, and a quite prominent one.

"8pm. Tonight. Women's room. Third floor of Emerson. Wear this." Olivia felt something being stuffed into the back pocket of her jeans. When she whipped around to find the source of the sultry voice, all she could see was fellow students milling about between classes. She felt into her back pocket and pulled out a blindfold.Interesting!

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. There was never any question as to whether she was going to show up. After no action all fall, she found that she really didn't care who she was meeting, as long as sex was involved. And that seemed to be implied.

She rushed home after her last class, long enough to grab a light bite to eat and to change clothes. The wool skirt she chose was short enough to be a little sexy, especially with the thigh high socks instead of tights. She was commando, of course. Topped with a white blouse and a cashmere cardigan, she thought she looked like the sexy schoolgirl she suddenly felt like.

There were no nighttime lectures in Emerson Hall and the cleaning staff had all left by the time she arrived at a quarter to eight. The halls were mostly dark except for emergency lighting, but she had no trouble finding the restroom. She entered and flipped on the light, unsurprised to find no one there. Yet.

She pulled the blindfold out and took note of the time before putting it on, standing in the center of the room near the sinks. Her heart was racing too fast to use her pulse to count down the time, but her estimate was only off by a few seconds when she heard the door open slightly and a female voice say, "good, she's here".

She heard the door open wider and in the quiet she heard a heavier footstep tread across the tile floor. She stood still, arms at her side, as she sensed someone walking around her. She felt hands on her shoulders push down, and a deep male voice say, "knees".

She did as she was told, kneeling on the cold floor, her heart now beating wildly as the man (it was clearly a man) slowly walked back in front of her. As she expected, she heard a zipper being pulled down and the rustle of clothing. She felt the tip of his cock as he rubbed it across her lips, and she could feel her wetness running down her bare thighs. Fuck, she needed this!

She reached up to stroke the presented member, but felt a hand gently slap hers away. "No hands. Just mouth." She tucked her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide. "Good girl." Now she was absolutely gushing.

Her experiences in undergrad had made her something of a size queen. Oh, all cocks had their uses but there was no substitute for an extra-long, extra wide, extra hard dick. As her unseen lover slowly slid his into her mouth, her eyes got wide behind her blindfold.Oh my fucking god -- this is a big damn cock!

It was as if she'd trained her whole life for this -- well, at least the last four years. As the tip of this new cock reached her throat, she opened. And swallowed. And opened. And swallowed. And the cock kept going. Its owner grunted. "God damn! That's a first!" The giggle coming from near the door was the first indication Liv had that the woman was still there with them.

He withdrew, then entered her throat again. And yet again. Olivia was aching to touch herself, to touch this magnificent cock, to be naked, to rip off the blindfold and see who was treating her in the way she'd been longing for. She didn't feel like an object or a toy. She felt like a fucking goddess.

The man (and yes, this was a MAN, not some undergrad boy) picked up the pace, reaching down to hold her head in place as he fucked her face. She gave him the whole pornstar experience, choking and gacking around his cock, saliva dripping down in strings, soaking her sweater and blouse.

"Fuck. Fuck! Cumming..." He jammed his cock back down her throat and filled her with jizz. She finally couldn't restrain herself anymore and reached up to grab his naked hips and pull him further into her until he was spent.

"Goddamn. That was... something!" Olivia smiled, mostly to herself, still kneeling, still wearing the blindfold, spit and sperm running down her chin, wondering what was next. She felt strong hands reach under her arms to lift her up, her knees complaining about how long they had been holding her up on the cold floor.

She was turned around and lifted off her feet until she was sitting on the edge of the counter. She could feel the lip of one of the sinks digging into her ass. The male voice just said "Spread 'em." Liv could take a hint. She spread her legs wide, her skirt settling down between her thighs.

She felt soft hands, maybe one that had held her throat earlier in the day, stroke up her thighs, taking the skirt with them until she was bare. She heard a giggle. "No panties. Very good girl!" One of the hands stroked up her pussy, gathering her moisture. "Fuck she's wet! She tastes good too."

The finger was replaced by a tongue, and for the first time in months, someone else was pleasuring her. And she was in heaven. This woman -- whoever she was -- knew what she was doing.

The unseen woman's tongue focused on Olivia's clit while her fingers invaded her pussy. First two, then three, pumping in and out of her like a big fat cock. Fireworks went off in her head as she came hard, but her lover didn't stop.

She did pause long enough to work her other finger into Liv's pussy, stretching her out deliciously as she rode her climax down. She gasped as she felt more fingers invade her until she realized through the fog that she was being fisted for the first time. And it was glorious.

Olivia heard a male grunt from somewhere in front of her as the hand pistoned in and out of her cunt. "Fuck, that's hot!"Yes, yes it fucking well is. And I'm going to cum again.And she did. Hard.

The hand eased out of her swollen pussy but she felt the woman kissing her thighs and her pussy. "You did great, hon! You passed with flying colors. We're done here, unless you don't want to be. I think the big guy would really like to fuck you."

God yes fuck me!!That's what her body was saying. But her head was evaluating data. Analyzing the situation. She had obviously passed another initiation -- for what was not yet clear. But it wouldn't hurt to be on the good side of whoever these people were. And she really wanted to get fucked.

She suppressed the urge to throw herself onto the unseen guy, trying to play it at least a little bit cool. "I'm down."

He didn't waste any time. His cock was clearly fully recovered and as it slid into Olivia, it felt like she was becoming herself again.God, I've missed this!She fought the urge to rip her blindfold off to see who owned this magic cock. But there was a chance that they might still be testing her.

So she pulled her legs back until her knees were next to her ears, making it clear that she was his to do whatever he wanted. And apparently, he wanted to drill her so deep that she wouldn't be able to walk right for a week. He gripped her thighs and held her tight as that huge cock drove in and out of her swollen pussy. She felt another climax on the way, maybe the biggest yet.

She could feel him tense, and she was suddenly afraid he would cum and pull out and leave her hanging. But he didn't let up until she peaked one last time and they summited together, their foreheads touching like real lovers.

She hears clapping from near the door. "Brava! That was hot as fuck!" She suddenly felt empty as the big cock pulled out of her. He leaned down to her ear. "You were magnificent. Welcome to the club."

He kissed her forehead then pulled back, and Liv heard clothes being rearranged and zippers being zipped. She heard the women's voice again. "Give us five minutes, darling, then you can go. You'll get an invitation in the next few days. Make sure you've got something pretty and sexy to wear to a party."

She heard the door open and close, and suddenly it was silent, except for her panting and the sound of her pulse in her ears. She didn't open the door yet, but she did remove the blindfold. She was a mess.

Her hair hung down in stringy, sweaty clumps, her face a mess of cum, spit and running mascara. Her blouse was missing a button and her knees were still red and swollen from kneeling so long on the tile floor. She grinned at her reflection.That's the Olivia I've been missing!

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The days after Olivia's initiation into The Club seemed to drag on forever. She had trouble sleeping, remembering how good it felt to be her wanton self again. Her true self. She pulled herself together enough to pay attention in class and to perform her work for Dr. Winthrop, but she did catch Nicole giving her funny looks, like she knew something was going on.

It was on a Wednesday a couple of weeks later when she found an envelope on her carrel back in the stacks of the main library. She slid a finger under the flap, revealing a gold liner and a thick cream-colored invitation with fancy script.

"You are cordially invited to join us at The Club. Saturday, October 18. Transportation will be provided. You will be picked up at your residence at 8:30 pm. Dress code is semi-formal and sexy."

There was no RSVP -- Liv guessed that there was an assumption was that no one would say no.

She checked her closet and decided on a short red one-shoulder Norma Kamali sheath. It was hot as hell and she had some killer red stilettos that would give her some height and do wonderful things for her calves. She just hoped she didn't have to walk far.

She spent what seemed like an hour that Saturday working on her makeup, and even longer in prepping other parts of her anatomy. It had been many months since she'd felt the need to empty herself out like that, but she was sure that she would not regret taking the time that night.

Her roommates took notice when she came out into the living room. "Damn, honey, you look exceptional tonight! Who's the lucky guy?" Stephan looked her up and down, with an appreciative whistle.

"It's a party. Something called The Club."

Stephan's eyes grew wide. "The Club!? Holy shit, girl, you've hit the big time! You're going to be hanging with some powerful people. Good luck, sugar!"

She heard car tires crunching on fallen leaves outside the apartment and patted Stephan on the cheek. "Don't you and Miguel wait up." She picked up her sequined evening bag and tossed her wrap around her shoulders before stepping outside to see the black stretch limo parked in front.Oh fuck!

The driver stood at attention by the back door, holding it open for her. It took her a moment to realize that the handsome older man that stepped out to hand her in was her mentor's husband. "Mr. Winthrop! You're not who I expected to see tonight!" The driver closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat, the partition sliding up between him and the two of them.

Mr. Winthrop's blue eyes twinkled in the running lights. "Baby girl, I think after our fun in the restroom, you can call me 'Jamie'."

Olivia's mouth dropped open. "Wait, that was you!?" The sudden realization hit her like a falling piano. She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking back and forth on the seat next to Jamie as the limo pulled away. "Oh no, oh no no no no. Dr. Winthrop's going to find out! She's going to kill me. And then get me expelled. And maybe thrown in jail! Oh fuck!"

Jamie's leaned into her and wrapped his arms around her. "Shhh, baby girl, no reason to worry. Who do you think nominated you for The Club?"

Olivia's eyes got wider, but she stopped rocking. "I... What? Why me!?"

"The same reason that she wanted to be your advisor. Do you remember Professor Kinslow at Big State U? He used to be Nicole's department chair. He told her good things about you."

Liv stopped rocking and giggled a little, remembering the graying prof fucking her senseless against his big desk during office hours. He was insatiable and she had taken full advantage of his office hours.

"So she knows? But I'm sure that wasn't her fist-fucking me."

"No, you'll meet Marguerite tonight. She's one of the biggest donors to the school. And you impressed the hell out of her, which is a damn good thing. Look, there are lots of smart people out there. But the ones that make a difference are smart AND driven and, to be honest, most of them have super-sized sex drives.

"The Club isn't just about sex, although that's a huge part of it. It's also about connection. These are people who will make a big difference in your life, partly because they think you will make a big difference in theirs."

Olivia sat back, a little stunned. She was pretty confident in her own abilities, but she wasn't used to others noticing without her bringing them to their attention. She grinned a little.You go, girl!

Jamie pulled out a small black bag from a compartment in the door of the limo. "I need your phone. This is a Faraday bag -- it'll block any signals from getting out so that you can't be traced. It's one of the few rules of The Club. Lots of people have heard of it but no one that isn't a member knows where it is. You'll get it back at the end of the night."

Liv handed her iPhone to him and he zipped it into the bag and placed it back in the compartment. "Now, would you like a drink? We've got about half an hour."

"Oh, I don't drink alcohol. Sparkling water maybe."

"Beautiful AND smart! Coming right up."

Olivia's attempts to probe Jamie for more information were cut off by his kisses, and the hand that slid up the inside of her thigh. He was a really good kisser. She let her legs relax and fall slightly apart, and heard an appreciative grunt as his fingers found her naked pussy.

"Good girl. You are going to do so well."

He kept her on edge, but she was oh so close to a monumental orgasm when she felt the limo come to a stop. She whimpered as Jamie removed his fingers. "Primed and ready, darling. Let's go have some fun!"

She emerged from the limo in front of what could only be described as a mansion. Jamie's attention had distracted her from their route, but she assumed they were outside the closest city to their little college town. She took note of a couple of very large security guards in dark suits on either side of the front door, just like in a movie. She walked up the steps on Jamie's arm and stepped into a different world.

The massive entry hall with the twin staircases was twice as large as her apartment. She didn't have time to admire it though, as Jamie led her to the right into a large ballroom, outfitted with cocktail tables, massive leather sofas and soft jazz coming from unseen speakers. They handed off their outerwear to a gorgeous young blonde woman, completely nude except for her "fuck me" heels.

There were at least a couple dozen people there, men in tuxedos, women in sexy dresses, most probably costing ten times or more than what her off-the-rack number did. Jamie led her to a small group on the other side of the room, and she felt the eyes of everyone follow her as they crossed the floor.

There were two beautiful women holding court with a handful of handsome men. Liv was startled to realize that one of them was her advisor, but she had never seen her look so stunning. She had curves in all the right places, and the silver lame halter dress showed them all off to great effect.