BFF Ch. 03

Her vision obscured by the darkening gray of the room, the glint from his blue-gray eyes gives away his position. As her eyes come into focus, she can see him sitting casually in the chair, legs crossed, and the hint of a smirk across his handsome face. Conflicting thoughts jumbled together in her mind like a traffic jam on 696 during rush hour. His eyes never waver, and she shivers as if standing out in a snowstorm, the nubs on her chest threatening to tear through the thin fabric of her dress. "Turn around", only two words, but spoken with a gentle forcefulness. Immediately, she turns around, limbs trembling with terrified excitement. The feel of his fingers gripping her elbows startle her, "How did he get over here and not make a sound?" she wondered, not realizing the fog of lust and fear she was consumed with had all but dulled her awareness of her surroundings. His fingertips, pressing into the small of her back, sliding upwards ever so softly. The shaking..

I've just been fucked when more of the group arrives. "What have we here?" a new voice asks. "Someone left this faggot bound to a tree for us. He had a sign around his neck that read a fuck toy to be used for your pleasure and entertainment. It sounded good to us so we've been using the toy for our fun. I'd bet you bunch of guys would like to join in." said the person that had just fucked me. With that, they began to loosen the ropes on my wrists. They turned me so that I was now positioned over the corner of the table. They retied my hands to the bench. Cum continues to leek from my freshly fucked hole. I wiggle my ass and stick my tongue out. I am inviting the new visitors to use me. I may have been well fucked but I am still craving cock and cum. I never seem to be able to get enough. "Looks like we've got a horny faggot slut here. Look at him. He's begging for more. Well boys, let's not disappoint." one of the new men point ou

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Monday nights aren't usually my thing, I'm more of a weekend party kind of girl. But the girls at the office begged me to join and to be fair, I didn't have anything better to do. I took a good look around the bar to take in the atmosphere. It was my first night out in Madrid, and I have to admit that I was really enjoying it. The music was great, the drinks were fantastic, and the dancefloor looked like a hot scene from a Hollywood movie. Everyone was dancing so effortlessly and so sexy, their hips had a mind of their own. After a few drinks, the girls and I got up and joined the crowd. I was dancing my heart away, my dress flowed around with every step, occasionally giving a cheeky look to my lingerie. But I didn't care. I felt sexy, and I was enjoying the attention that I got with it. I decided to go up to the bar and get another drink, and as I leaned onto the bar waiting for my drink, I locked eyes with the sexiest man I'd ever seen. His eyes were a deep gree