And here we Remember, Do-Anything-Annie let the entire football team go to town on her Ass after the Rose-Bowl Championship Game.

Annabeth “Annie” Rutherford looked at the plaque that sat on the fireplace with absolute contempt, the headline was crass and completely untrue!

…..She had only let the Offensive Line go to town on her, they had just won the Rose-Bowl! The Fucking Rose-Bowl!

And she was ten tequila shots deep….

Besides, that was so many years ago- who in the world had that made? Why was it made of gold? Why was it hung so high on the-….

I could Sue, that’s defamation of character, I’m a lawyer now, I’m a senatorial candidate!

“Mom? Is everything alright? You look like you caught dad betting on football again….”

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Right. Annabeth had to calm down, her Son hadn’t even noticed what she was looking at- her son wouldn’t ever even fit in here, he was like his father- a soft hearted soul, a nerd who’d make a woman so happy some day! He most definitely was not a frat boy.

“I’m fine Sweetie, I think I just smelt some weed, you know how college boys can be-….”

Her husband had insisted they come in for a look for old times sake, the Frat was a constant party house, it was where the two had met!…..

And it was where she had cheated on him countless of times, it was college! He never noticed, and he still didn’t know! And he’d never have to…..

Because they were leaving, and she’d never have to think about this place again!

Her son would be turning for the front door, their open house tour coming to an end- and Annabeth’s skeleton and body count were thankfully staying in the very back of her closet where they belonged.

“Dad’s probably done getting us lunch, I think I see him out in the Yard!”

Good. She wouldn’t have to stay inside of this frat house any longer than she had to.

Or so she’d hope!….

Her son had stepped out onto the porch and headed down the stairs towards the Yard. Annabeth was just a few steps behind him…

She was so close to leaving behind these unpleasantly sensual memories…..

unfortunately though, she still inside and still within earshot….And that’s when she’d hear it…..

”H-Holy Shit, you’re Do-Anything-Annie!”

Shit. Fuck.

Slowly, Annabeth would find herself turning to assure the boy that it wasn’t true, she had no idea what he meant!…..

But little did she know that by the time local elections came around? Annabeth Rutherford wouldn’t even be on the Ballot.

And Do-Anything-Annie would be back at her favorite Frat, as their live-in Maid, Pet and Cum-Rag.

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Annnnnnnd Scene!

Hey All, Me Again! With College starting back up, I couldn’t help but be a little inspired and have something written up!

(Maybe I’m avoiding some homework, Whoops!)

Basically what I’d like to write is a story of a Curvy MILF, who was a legendary party Slut in college being recognized in the Frat, and being corrupted back into the partier that once had half of the graduated class slamming into her Ass!

The How, is completely up in the Air, although she won’t be a fan of the idea at first-(she’s a politician now!), but by the end I love the idea of her in the French maid getup, servicing, cleaning and polishing every cock in the entire Frat! And she’d love every moment of it by then! Blackmail, Hypnosis to convince her she’s a college girl again, forcing her to come to a Cookout where her Pussy was the only thing on the menu!

Kinkwise: Humiliating Nicknames, Degrading Remarks, BodyWriting, Toys, Insertions, Slutty outfits, Power-Dynamics, GangBangs, Anal, AssPlay, CumPlay, CumEating, Being Treated like an Object, BDSM, Collars, Leashes, Gags-(especially Penis-shaped ones!)-Bimboification, IQ Loss, and well….Anything!

Optional: Incest! RacePlay-(Switching her race around is also an option for this!)

Having her Husband be a cuck is also an option, ideally he’d never be aware and she’d be reminded and forced to remember how much bigger some boys could be! (“Oh My God!~ You’re so much bigger than my husband!” “I bet your husband can’t dick you down like we can!” That sort of thing!)

My only limit is Snuff, and I’m up for just about anything else!

I’m also open to this being Annie being a Sorority Slut, and brought back into service her entire house! Or a Futa-Frat!

I hope this interests some of you! ~ Lilly.