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Disclaimer:
All characters in this , mentioned or unmentioned, are 18 years old or older.
Any resemblance to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.
Do not replicate anything illegal exhibited here in this .
This contains strong themes of CMNF (clothed male, nude female) and female public exhibitionism.
This goes without saying but I will anyway. This is fiction and not meant to be taken seriously.
Real women are nothing like these fictional ones.
This is the third and FINAL part to the Tricked series I have written. Tricked at Graduation is part one and Tricked at Waterpark is part two. I have also never written a “clothed male nude female” before so let me know how it turned out.
Tricked at College
By HumiliationGuru
A student’s first day of college should be one full of excitement, laughter, memories, and, of course, plenty of hot girls in booty shorts! But for one eighteenyearold boy, his primary emotion on his first day of class was paranoia. His name was Michael Turner and he was now a freshman at his local university. Unfortunately for him, four former classmates of his were also at the same university and their names were Chelsea, Carsen, Sarah, and Rebecca. The same girls who had publicly humiliated Mike not once but twice earlier in the year… They all tricked him into exposing his naked body at their high school graduation and Chelsea even manipulated him into having his nude body exposed once again at a swimming pool the following day.
Chelsea herself was once the hopeless crush and orgasmic tribute of Mike, but he no longer thought about that bitch of a witch he once shared classes with in the past. Mike was a white boy with blonde hair he had grown out over the summer into a bro flow, pale blue eyes, and a light beard. He even got himself some tattoos along his arms to eventually turn into a tattoo sleeve. The boy was unrecognizable from earlier in the summer and for obvious reasons. He did not want to resemble the version of himself forever captured in videos ejaculating on stage at his high school graduation AND in front of a crowd of girls! Never again would he be clean shaved with short hair. He feared his fellow high school alumni would humiliate him there on their first day of college because of how momentous of a day it would be in retrospect so the boy kept his guard up. In fact, he kept his guard up so high that anybody could have walked right up to him and yanked his pants down to his ankles due to his tunnel visioned mindset… Luckily for Mike, that never happened!
As he walked through the open field of his new university, a voice all too familiar to him cried out his name…
“Mike!”
He turned and saw the wicked witch herself fast approaching him… Chelsea gave Mike a big hug, but he did not hug her back. Why would he?
“Are you excited?!”
“…What’s that supposed to mean?”
Chelsea pulled back and said in a playful manner, “To be in college! I know you’re always ually excited, you naughty boy.”
“Piss off, bitch.”
Mike began to walk away, but was pestered by the girl he once masturbated to as if it was his religion. He glanced over his left shoulder and asked, “Why are you following me?!”
“Do you not like me anymore?”
“Why the fuck would I?! You HUMILIATED ME! You can go to hell as far as I’m concerned.”
Chelsea crossed her arms and responded with a cold, “You deserved it, Mike.”
“For what?! Explain what I did exactly. Go on!”
“You stupid boys ruined our school. It was fine until they allowed a bunch of dicks with dicks into the place.”
Mike scoffed. “Oh yeah! Like I TOTALLY wanted to go to that school and leave my friends! Bitch.”
“Call me a bitch again and I’ll”
“Bitch!”
Chelsea was going to say get him expelled for verbal harassment, but she instead left. Mike was no longer a guy who could be easily manipulated by empty promises or even threats and Chelsea recognized that. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “Have fun at college, loser. I’ll be sure to show your little wiener to every single girl I meet. Nobody will want to fuck you after that.”
“Do it. I have a girlfriend now. And she fucks me every time we meet. So fuck off, Chelsea.”
The two former classmates went separate ways and their heated argument on a day that was supposed to be fun for them happened to catch the eye of an upperclassman at the university. Instead of running to the hot girl to aid her, he ran over to Mike instead. Perhaps Mike’s unwilling celebrity status had something to do with that?
“Hey man! Hold up! You’re… Micheal, right?”
Mike shook his head and said, “Most people call me Mike. How’d you know?”
“Name’s Preston! I’m a senior in mechanical engineering.”
“Cool! I got the same major.”
“Fuck yeah, bro!”
Preston Garcia was one of the richer guys on campus who had his entire tuition paid for in advance with ease by his wealthy father. Brunette hair, blue eyes, white skin tanned to perfection, a thick but short beard and mustache, a height of six feet, a sixinch penis, visible abdominal muscles, a matured age of twentyone, no kids, and a fat wallet made him the literal dream guy of EVERY girl at that college university. Mike, in comparison, resembled a poor hippie who was known only for ejaculating during his high school graduation like some kind of creepy exhibitionist. Preston told Mike, “I know your name because your video is, like, in the top ten on PornHub and has been since May. It’s number four I believe. Pretty impressive. And I do browse the hub quite a bit between lays.”
“How many, uh, views does it have?”
“Over threehundred million! People love a good graduation orgasm apparently! I know I do…”
Mike blushed and shook his head in anger. One foolish mistake has led him into being the biggest fool not only on campus but in the entire internet world. Preston saw the anger and humiliation on Mike’s blushing face and told him, “If it makes you feel any better, I’d totally fuck you if I were gay.”
Mike chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Eh… Not really. But thanks I guess.”
“Was it, like, a graduation prank you did or what?”
“It was a prank, yeah, but one pulled on me. I didn’t know I was supposed to give the gown back on stage. That’s never happened before at other graduations I went to.”
Preston asked with some curiosity, “Why were you naked under that gown to begin with?”
“I was tricked…”
“Oh… I see… And were you nervous?”
Mike nodded and said, “I wasn’t until I saw the first student give their gown up. I came BECAUSE I was so nervous…”
“Ah… And… Pardon all these questions. I’m quite curious about the whole situation. It’s like I’m talking to a celebrity!”
Mike scoffed and said, “Shit man… Ask away. It helps me process that day.”
“And… Why did you have a boner if you were nervous?”
“Because I… was drugged with Viagra and it wouldn’t go away…”
“Holy shit… No way… I’m so sorry, bro… That’s fucked up!”
Mike shrugged his shoulders and did not speak much. The pain of that moment came rushing back, but not as fast as his cum that rushed out of his penis that day!
“You said you were tricked? Who did all that shit to you?”
“Believe it or not… It was those four girls right over there… In the pink shirts. I guess they’re all in a sorority now enjoying life while I’m constantly reminded about how I’m, like, a stripper or something.”
Preston turned his attention away from Mike to observe the girls responsible for creating the video he ejaculated to dozens of times by that point. Chelsea Reed was standing with the three other girls who tricked Mike at their high school graduation. Carsen, Sarah, and Rebecca. Chelsea was a gingerhaired girl with pale white skin, green eyes, and fat, juicy boobies of an ungodly, grandmaesc size for just an eighteenyearold girl. Carsen stood there with her brunette hair flowing in the wind and sometimes covering her blue eyes. The same went for Rebecca who had brunette hair and brown eyes. Sarah was the typical blonde of the friend group and always used her green eyes and cleavage line to seduce boys just for the fun of it. Those three girls, though quite thick themselves and capable of making any boy cream himself in a matter of seconds, did not live up to the curves Chelsea had been gifted with by God. Tits. Ass. If a guy wanted it big, Chelsea was an obvious first choice! All four of those white girls were older than Mike but still only eighteen years old.
Preston eyed up the y girls and asked Mike, “Really?”
“Yes. I’ve thought all summer about how I could get them back but there’s no way they would fall for anything I could come up with…”
“Huh… Interesting… You know, Mike… I could help you get revenge on them if you want… I can make those bitchy girls future pornstars as well. Give them a taste of their own medicine. Figuratively and literally I might add!”
Mike smiled and nodded his head. “Fuck yeah, dude! I’m more than down for that! They deserve it! How do we get them back?!”
“Leave that up to me and my senior project… What’s your number so we can meet up again?”
“Yeah. Hold on…”
After Mike and Preston exchanged phone numbers, the two went separate ways. Mike went off to class whereas Preston strolled over to the four girls without a care in the world! That boy bursting with confidence walked right over to the four girls and told them, “Hello there, cuties!”
Chelsea, Carsen, Sarah, and Rebecca all turned their attention off one another and towards the handsome guy towering over them. Chelsea spoke up and asked the cute boy before her, “What’s up?”
“My name is Preston Garcia. Senior here on campus. Are you four freshmen by chance?”
“We are.”
“Perfect!”
Preston did not explain why it was perfect but let that lone word of his hook the girls’ curiosity for him. Sarah placed her hands on her hips as she asked, “Uh… How is that ‘perfect’ exactly?”
“It’s perfect because I am working on an advertisement for a project of mine and I was in desperate need of cute but also y girls like yourselves. You’re all eighteen, right?”
Rebecca nodded and said, “We are. Why does that matter?”
Preston explained, “It matters for my project.”
If any guy had the ability to cause those four manipulative girls to melt into a puddle of submission, it was Preston. His handsomeness combined with purposeful vagueness was a powerful combination to use against young, clueless girls. Carsen spoke up and asked on behalf of her friends, “What project?”
“Since I am minoring in business, I’ve been working on a little device that is designed to maximize ual pleasure for young women such as yourselves.”
Their eyebrows rose as did their interest in Preston as he continued telling them, “My father is actually an angel investor who helps entrepreneurs so naturally he gave me a massive loan to invent with. There are three constant money makers in this world, girls. Food, clothes, and . I’m jumping into the scene to get filthy fuckin’ rich before purists take over the world and ruin everything. Then I might go invent some new food genre or something.”
Sarah, lost in the thoughts of living a lavish life with the stud before her, said with a goofy grin on her face, “Wow! You must be rich!”
“VERY! Haha!”
Chelsea asked, “What ‘little device’ are you trying to push on us?”
“I call them… Panting Panties! It’s copyrighted and trademarked already, so no stealing it. Panties that will make any girl who wears them a panting, blushing, horny little mess! The product is almost ready to begin manufacturing. We just need a commercial to market it with. And that’s where you fine girls will come in. If you want. Who knows? This could be the start of a lucrative modeling career.”
Sarah, Carsen, and Rebecca were immediately on board, but Chelsea was not. That girl suspected something was fishy about the offer presented to them and asked, “How do we know you’re not, like, lying to us?”
“Great question! Never accept an offer at face value. It could be a scam… but it could be real too. You don’t ever know. But you can find me tonight and learn the truth. If I am lying, you just wasted a bit of your time. If I am not lying as you will soon find out, you will become the gorgeous models you’re destined to be. Everyone will see you four in all your glory. Think we met by chance? No, ladies. God put us together to make magic happen! So are you in, missy?”
Chelsea was reluctant but eventually caved to peer pressure from both her three friends and from the dreamy hunk promising her a dream job.
“I… I guess I’m down.”
Preston asked the four girls, “Wonderful! Can I get your names and numbers really quickly? Need to know who I’m dealing with here.”
And just like that, Preston picked up the names and numbers of four hot college sorority girls at once. That is a feat most college guys never achieve after four years!
“Great! Meet me at the Fant Theater on campus tonight at… straight up nine. This will be a rehearsal.”
****** LATER THAT EVENING ******
Though Preston was not lying about his wealthy investor of a father and his copyrighted Panting Panties invention of which he had five working prototypes of, the devious college boy WAS indeed lying to the girls about their modeling careers. Truth be told, they had no romantic or business future with him. Preston already had five matured ladies, in their late twenties who were also friends of his father, professionally model the panties and give a stunning, erotic performance earlier in the summer to entice women to buy them. The costumes he had ready for the four girls who tormented Mike were simply leftovers from more talented and ier women those arrogant college girls could only dream of becoming one day.
Evening came and true to their word, the four girls arrived at the Fant Theater on campus following a delightful grilled chicken salad meal at the local deli on campus. Carsen pushed the entrance door open as Sarah scanned her student I.D. and asked, “Think that guy’s pulling our leg?”
Chelsea said, “Possibly. We’ll get him back if he is.”
“Like Mike?”
“Maybe!”
Alone in the concourse of the theater stood Preston wearing a black suit and tie. The professionally dressed guy smiled once the four girls he spoke with earlier in the day found him once again.
“Hell yes! What is up, my superstars?!”
Carsen and Sarah gave Preston a hug whereas Chelsea and Rebecca offered a simple head nod.
“Are y’all ready?”
Sarah smiled and said with a giddy voice, “I am! Kind of nervous to be doing this…”
“Ah, well don’t be. I want you four to act ‘completely natural’ for the camera. Now if you lovely ladies would please follow me.”
The four girls and one guy walked around the entire perimeter of the large theater in the concourse rather than cutting right through it. Though Chelsea found that odd, she did not speak up in that moment. Such a line of questioning could have saved herself and the other girls so much trouble, but she, a lot like Mike, put her trust into the person that ually attracted her. In her mind, those doors could have simply been locked and Preston already knew that. But there was more to the she was not seeing… Preston’s extended walk he took the girls on was to avoid them seeing the “surprise” waiting for them inside the theater.
Unbeknownst to the four girls eager to model some underwear, college guys from every fraternity on campus were already inside wearing their snazzy suits and ties inside Fant Theater and were awaiting an announcement from the university president scheduled at 9:30 PM. They all had been instructed by Preston to not make any noise because it would “anger the President” and that was not something the frat boys wanted to do because they were on thin ice in regard to a permanent spray paint prank they collaborated on. In reality, Preston simply did not want the girls to hear the boys waiting for them! The imposter among those frat guys was Mike. He also had a suit and tie on, yet was not a member of any fraternity himself. He was there to merely document in a stunning 4K video what only he and Preston knew what was coming…
Preston unlocked a room in the concourse and it led him and the four girls backstage. The large red curtain of the stage was down, thus blocking the view of the quiet guys crowding the theater. Once the five were inside the backstage area and no eyes were upon him, Preston locked the door and prevented the girls from escaping via that route…
Chelsea played with her hair as she asked, “What do we need to wear?”
“Glad you asked. I have your costumes picked out as well as sizes I sort of guesstimated.”
The volunteers were to wear panties, strapless dresses, and sparkly high heels of the same color… and nothing else… Preston handed each girl a box containing her costume as he told them, “Please put these on for the commercial. Each girl will get one color to herself because I want you four to be in front of an explosion of color in the actual video. Oh! And no bras either please. I want nipples showing through these dresses. Gotta make this y because sells after all… Am I understood?”
The girls giggled before Carsen happily said, “Yes sir!”
Chelsea added as she smiled at Preston, “So bossy!”
“I plan to be a future boss one day. Might as well practice! Put your clothes in those blue baskets over there so they don’t get lost.”
Preston gave the girls some privacy so they could change. Such an act was a bit ironic considering the devious fate he and Mike had in store for them… And with that, the four shameless girls stripped nude backstage to change. The figurehugging dresses were all incredibly thin and lightweight, the heels had two different buckles on them to prolong the time to remove them, and the Panting Panties themselves had a builtin and remotecontrolled vibrator of an oval shape to aid in ual arousal as well as metallic sides that were odd to the four girls. Green was the color Sarah had been given, Rebecca ended up with yellow, blue was the color given to Carsen, and lastly red was given to Chelsea because who would not want to see the iest girl of the group in the iest color of all time?
With all the girls wearing their strapless dresses, high heels, and his specially patented Panting Panties, Preston smiled.
“You all look perfect! Give me some big ol’ smiles!”
All four girls smiled at Preston and were distracted by him as their clothes fell through trapdoors hidden within those blue baskets. Such clothingstealing holes were opened by the push of a button on a custom remote Preston had hidden within his black dress pants.
“That’s what I’m talking about! This is going to be the best ad ever! Oh! I almost forgot. One more thing, girls…”
Four fishing lines hung down from a winch in the ceiling and he tied each one to the bow on the back of each dress. Chelsea looked at the strings disappearing into the dark ceiling and asked with some uneasiness in her voice, “What are those, uh, strings for?”
“You’re such an observant one, Chelsea. I love that.”
The eighteenyearold girl blushed as Preston explained to them, “Those strings… will lift the dresses up ever so slightly and reveal the different colored panties to the camera. Kind of like showing off the different designs that will be available soon. Like I said… sells and we have to make it extra y!”
Rebecca smiled and said with overconfidence, “Nice! I like it!”
Preston smirked and said, “Believe me, girls… You’ll LOVE it in a few minutes…”
They all giggled with excitement! That senior boy could not believe how gullible those freshmen girls all were! So he went in for the metaphorical kill… On a table against the wall was a punch bowl with some red liquid inside. He took the next step in enacting Mike’s personal revenge plan by asking the girls, “Would any of you care to try some of my fraternity’s signature cocktail? Don’t worry. This is the alcoholfree version!”
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