Zanda’s important meeting

Zanda was told how important the meeting was going to be. A handful of businessmen were in town to discuss plans to make a sizeable donation to City University. Their investment would go a long way toward funding certain classes and studies.

Zanda was a sorority member for Pi Omicron Ro Nu. Thus, she knew exactly what was expected of her. All the stops had to be pulled out for these men or the donation might not come through.

The president of City University was hosting the delegation. That evening Zanda went over to his place of residence to entertain them. She knew what would happen back at the sorority if she failed in her mission.

When she arrived she told the president she was there to encourage the men to make the donation. She wanted to put on a show for them. She asked him to go into the other room where they were relaxing and introduce her.

She heard the president tell them a sorority member of Pi Omicron Ro Nu had come to perform for them. She heard her name being called. Zanda proudly stepped into the room in a skimpy outfit along with her high heeled shoes.

She thanked them all for coming. She told them she understood the importance of their donation. She said she hoped her performance would further encourage them. Then she started to dance.

Zanda gyrated all over the red carpeting as the men watched. She gave them a sultry performance as she began removing articles of clothing. One by one the pieces came off.

One heel went to a distinguished looking gentleman with salt-and-pepper hair. The other went to a younger man who seemed quite taken with her. The bulge she noticed in his trousers indicated she was having the desired effect.

She pulled a small cushioned ottoman out onto the center of the room. She erotically writhed around on it until she was sure she had the eye of every man upon her. She was determined to leave nothing to chance.

Zanda went over to her discarded skirt. She smiled as she pulled out her hidden “surprise.” The men all stared in shock at the knife in her hand.

She gyrated again, running the tip of the blade all over her naked body. She rubbed her swollen clit with it, going back and forth over her dripping cunt and making the blade glisten. The men all leaned forward to watch as though mesmerized.

“I know how important this donation will be to City University,” she told them in a husky voice. “So I want you all to know just how important this is to me. The climax of my performance will not be what I do to myself. Rather it is my desire the climax to my performance will be in how you use my body after the high point of my demonstration. I fervently hope I will have several moments of clarity left to enjoy your lustful attentions.”

Zanda slowly danced her way over to the ottoman. She slowly settled down upon it, the knife still firmly in her grasp. Then she leaned over backward.

She spread her legs invitingly, leaving no doubt as to how she wanted to be used. She ran the tip of the knife over her quivering, dripping slit. Then she dragged the tip from her swollen nub to the upper part of her stomach.

Zanda grabbed the knife handle with both hands. “For your pleasure and mine, gentlemen!” Then she plunged the blade hard into her belly.

A soft cry escaped her lips. Then she leaned over backwards. She allowed her arms to hang over her head in a posture of submission as the knife stuck out of her body.

Blood trickled out of the wound. It dribbled a trail down to her swollen nub. Then it dripped over her winking, spasming cunt.

“Gentlemen… PLEASE!” It was a voice filled with desire and desperation.

Two of the men got up from where they’d been watching spellbound. The man with salt-and-pepper hair pulled down his pants, exposing his cock. He knelt in front of Zanda who thankfully wrapped her lips around it.

She did not see who moved between her legs. She did not see the erection that sprang free once the trousers were pulled down. But she felt it push into her wet, clenching fuck-box.

Her mouth was full; the cock was at the back of her throat. Her cunt was also full. She grunted and moaned, hoping she had achieved her objective.

She did not see the hand reach down to grasp onto the handle to her blade. But she felt it suddenly twist violently inside her. Zanda climaxed with a vengeance, crying out from a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The other two men came over and stood around her. Their trousers had been removed. Their cocks were in their hands.

The knife was grabbed and twisted again. Zanda climaxed violently. Her cunt clenched so hard that it milked a release out of the gentleman fucking her.

That cock pulled out. She felt another one take its place. The man in her mouth also pulled out so another could have a turn.

Zanda was brutally fucked in both ends. Each time the handle to the knife was grasped. Once it was twisted; another time it was pulled toward her pubic bone.

Zanda let out one muffled cry after another as she shuddered in orgasm each time the knife was moved inside her. She was blinded by pain and pleasure. At least they were using her as she had intended.

They spent the next ten minutes fucking her while abusing her with the knife. Zanda climaxed twice more. Then she saw the president of the university stand above her.

He grasped onto the knife and pulled it out. For a moment she was disappointed. He smiled as he told her, “Well done, my child.” Then he plunged it back into her belly.

Zanda screamed as she arched her back. Her cry was muffled by the cock in her mouth. Then she felt it erupt between her lips until she was swallowing and inhaling cum.

Another cock went off in her cunt. Zanda went from one painful climax to the next. Then she saw the president reach down and viciously twist the blade in her belly.

She was battered senseless by yet another blinding orgasm. She could feel herself fading away. All she was aware of was the pain in her belly, the cocks in her holes… and unbelievable pleasure.

One more hard twist by the president sent her spiraling into eternity. But her body kept twitching and jerking. Then the knife was pulled all the way down to her pubic bone.

Her body reacted violently. It was the most powerful orgasm that had ever battered her. But she was long past the point of being able to appreciate it. Had she remained conscious she would have been joyous at the way the president and his guests continued using her corpse for the better part of an hour.

4-8-20 Inspired by the manip found in Sadie’s photo album.