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Alice
I walk into the opulent hotel. Golden walls glow at me. The Olympus is known for it's clientele and their lavish lifestyle. I wasn't sure that I belonged there. I walk over to the shiny elevator doors. My reflection stares back at me.
I am dressed in a thin white sheath dress with a shear lace light blue overlay. My breasts push against the material. My straight blond hair falls down to the middle of my back. The black Mary Jane's I am wearing have a slight heel. My legs look long and lean in the reflection.
As the doors to the elevator open, butterflies flutter in my stomach. My first hotel party. I had no idea what to expect. When the cute guy from class asked me to go, I had been surprised but very excited. That excitement had now changed to anxiety.
What if I wasn't dressed properly? What if no one was there, and it was a trick? What if no one talked to me?
Riding up 20 floors to the roof gave me time to doubt myself and the situation. As the elevator reached my floor, I could hear pounding music. Air blows in as the doors open. My ears and eyes are assaulted by the music and bright lights. Spot lights showcase areas on the roof. Shadowed crevices mark the rest of the floor. Most people are dancing, others are clustered at high tables. Drinks are everywhere.
The elevator doors start to close. I get out quickly. No notices me as I make my way to the bar. I order a rum and Coke. I sip it as I watch the dancing bodies. Everyone seems to be having a great time. Many seem to know each other. Some girls hang on the guy they are dancing with. Others flit from one to another.
I realized my dress is appropriate and even modest next to some of the scantily clad girls. Some have shorts that are cut off right at their butt cheeks. Others have tops so low cut that I’m sure I’m going to see their nipples at any moment.
One couple is gyrating so closely together I think they are having sex on the dance floor. The girl is facing me, the guy is behind her. His dark-haired head is buried in her curly blond hair. Her hands are gripping his thighs as they move. I see his hands come up her hips. They slowly snake across her stomach. Her top is flowy and white but cut so low that I spot her navel every once in a while.
“They've been like that for an hour now.” A voice says next to me.
I look. It's the cute guy from class who invited me. I smile at him.
“Oh really? I guess at least they're having fun.” I say.
The girl throws her head back to the music. The guy takes this as an opportunity to grab her large round breasts. His hands encapsulate them. I see her push his hands away. She goes back to dancing against him as if nothing has happened. She doesn't see the guy wave to a friend on the side of the dance floor. He grabs her breasts again, pushing them together.
A flash! The friend has taken a photo. The girl yells in frustration and smacks the arm of her partner. The guys laugh. But she doesn't leave her guy. Apparently that didn't push her buttons enough. The couple dances for a couple more minutes. The guy looks up. His friend is moving closer to them now. He nods. The guy moves his hands back toward the girl's breasts, but this time he doesn't grab them. He pulls aside the billowy pieces, exposing the girl's pink nipples to the flash of the camera. The girl yells and tries to cover herself.
“Wow. Or not.” I am stunned at this behavior.
“Just wait.” The cute guy says.
The guy pulls her hands away and whispers in her ear. She glares at him, but puts her hands down in defeat. Her guy smiles at her and turns back to the camera guy and nods. He then holds the girl's large breasts in his hands as if showing them off. The girl turns her face away as the camera flashes a couple more times.
I see the girl pull her top closed as the guys high five. She flicks them off and stomps away. The guys laugh again. Groups of dancing girls simultaneously move toward and away from the duo. Some vying for attention, others repulsed by their actions. I see a couple of the ones closest to the guys pulling their tops further down showing off even more cleavage.
“Some party you asked me to.” I comment, trying to decide whether to leave immediately or let my curiosity take me even further down this rabbit hole.
“Sorry. Frat guys. What do you expect?” He shrugged, as if excusing their actions. “And those...” He motioned to the panting, half naked girls. “Sorority girls.”
“Awesome.” Two of my least favorite kinds of people. “I think I'm going to call it a night.”
“But you just got here. I promise it won't all be like that. Plus, that girl, she may have looked pissed. But she loves the attention. She posts pictures just like that to the internet. Look. See, she's back.” He points.
The girl is indeed back. She is now dancing between two girls, while the two guys watch closely. The guys start to say words of encouragement, and the girls follow their directions. Touching each other as they dance, the girls giggle.
I turn my back to the show.
“Sorry. Let me get you drink, and we'll just sit and talk.”
I look at him, very uncertain. But I take the plunge. “Sure.”
He orders us each another drink and we take them to a small lounge area in one of the shadows. We chat about class and our majors. Then move on to hobbies and where we're from. Sadly, it turns out that he too is a frat guy. I tease him, and he smiles back. We finish our drinks. He offers to get another round. I accept.
While he's gone, I see more people finding shadowed nooks. Some are talking, but most are making out. Or more.
He comes back with our drinks, and some friends. A couple girls that had been dancing join us. And I'm scared to see, so has the camera guy.
“Sorry. I couldn't shake them.” He whispers in my ear as they sit.
Everyone talks about school and their social lives. I sit quietly and listen, smiling at anecdotes. About half way through my drink, I start to stare off at the spot lights and the stars that are barely visible beyond them. The couple from the dance floor joins us as well, laughing along. Everyone pushes in on the round sofa we're sitting on. The cute guy squishes close to me. I smile at him. He smiles back. I notice that his face is fuzzy.
I’m not much of a drinker. And having never been drunk, I wonder if this is what it's like. I didn't eat before coming to the party, which I know is a huge no-no. But I spent too much time deciding on what to wear.
I slump into the cute guy, my head on his shoulder. The girl across from me smiles. The camera guy pulls out his tool and starts snapping pictures. Everyone but me strikes a pose. Then they take a guys only picture. I lean away from the cute guy. Then the camera guy wants to take one with just the girls. The three girls come over to me, sandwiching me between their shiny clothes.
I struggle to smile, feeling dizzy and light-headed. The camera flashes at us. The girls pose around me. The two that came over with the camera guy are especially attracted to the photo session. They mock kiss and grab each others tits. They turn to face me, the one behind the other. The brunette is closest to me.
“You can touch my tits, too if you want. I don't mind.” She smiles.
I try to smile back. “That's ok. Thanks, though.” My words slur slightly.
The camera flashes. She looks concerned. She touches my face.
“Are you ok?” She leans close. I can see the lights reflected in her lip gloss.
“I think I’m dizzy.” I say, staring at her lips.
She smiles at me. “Oh, honey, you're ok. Just sit back.”
She leans me back. I can see the guys behind her, watching very intently.
“Is she ok?” The cute guy asks, pulling an ottoman to the center of our circle.
“I think so. Maybe just too much to drink. How many has she had?” The brunette asks.
“Just two.” He says.
“Give her a kiss!” The camera guy calls.
The brunette looks at me. “Is that ok?”
I nod. I can feel my body slipping away from the control of my mind. I see the brunette lean to my face. I close my eyes, and feel her glossy lips on mine. A light flashes from behind my lids. The lips leave mine. I open my eyes. I see the brunette kiss the raven haired girl behind her. Not one to be left out, the blond comes over to them both and kisses them. She turns on me. Her kiss is wet and sloppy, but I kiss her back.
The guys, except for the camera guy, come back to sofa. I lay there as they all kiss around me. The blond watches as the cute guy kisses me first, then the other two girls, then her last. Then he comes back to me. I can't do much but lay there. I can see the jealousy glowing behind her eyes.
“You guys really want to have some fun?” She asks, but looks pointedly at camera guy.
He nods vigorously. Everyone else agrees as well. She walks to grab a large bag from a near by chair. She drops it on the ottoman. She opens it. Everyone but me peers into it. The girls giggle. The guys chuckle. I feel foggy.
“Oh yeah.” The camera guy says. “You guys have fun. I'm going to document.”
“Who wants to go first?” The blond girl says, looking around. Her eyes fall on me. “Lets start with her. Before she passes out. It'll be great. I’m sure she'll love it.”
I can't protest. I can barely get a sound out. The cute guy kisses me some more. I moan in his mouth, unable to control myself. The brunette sits down next to me, and steals some kisses, her tongue playing with mine. The blond beckons me from the ottoman. She rubs her hands over her breasts, squeezing them. Her guy comes up behind her and mimics her movements. He pulls her top open again, but this time she doesn't stop him.
The camera guy is continuously flashing away. The blond girl throw her head back as her guy squeezes her large tits. I see her pink nipples harden. She twitches her finger at me. The brunette leads me over to them.
I kneel on the ottoman, the blond in front of me, the brunette behind me. The guys step up to either side. The blond girl, her exposed breasts pressing against mine, kisses me again. I feel the brunette behind me, slowly stroking my arms. I sigh. The touch feels good.
My surroundings begin to spin. I pull away from the blond, and lean my head down.
“Lay her down.” The blond demands.
They listen. I am placed on my back on the ottoman. Everyone sits down around me.
“Where should we start?” I hear the raven-haired girl ask excitedly.
“Anywhere we want. Everyone take a spot. We can spin her to take turns if you want.” I hear the blond say.
I hear rustling around me. I feel the top of my dress being pulled down to expose by breasts. I feel the cool night breeze against my nipples. I try to move my hands to cover myself, but my arms feel like jelly. I am powerless to stop this.
I feel hands sliding over me, my arms, my legs, and onto my breasts. The bottom of my dress is pushed up to my stomach. The pale panties I am wearing are pulled down my legs. The hands on my breasts are gentle, squeezing them softly. My panties leave my feet, and my legs are spread wide. I feel cool air on my pussy. I feel hands from either side hold my thighs in place. My top and bottom are exposed. I close my eyes as the persistent flashing continues.
The hands at my breasts squeeze harder now. A second pair of hands is added. I feel fingers begin to play and tease my nipples. The sensitive nubs pucker at the stimulation. My breathing heightens. I arch my back slightly. One nipple is pinched hard and I gasp. The other nipple is pinched as well. The fingers pull at my nipples, engorging them.
“Here, try these.” I heard the blond girl say.
The hands leave my breasts for a moment. When they return, a hand squeezes each breast while fingers pinch and pull at my nipples. The pleasure my body feels from the teasing pain is exquisite. My nipples behind to erotically ache at the attention. They feel full.
Then I feel something over each. My breasts are squeezed harder, as if being held in place. My nipples are being sucked. Then I feel something rolled onto them, like a tiny rubber band. They are released. But are now bonded in a way. It is torturous ecstasy. My nipples are pinched by the band. They swell more. So sensitive now, that just a finger running across them is exciting.
“She's got great tits. And those nipples look so hot!” The brunette says.
“Watch this.” The blond says.
I feel someone lean over me. Sharp pain hits my nipple as it is flicked. I suck in my breath. I hear a chuckle. The same is repeated on my other nipple. It goes on, alternating from painful flicks to pinches and pulls. It feels glorious and terrible at the same time.
I feel the hands on my thighs spread me even further. The lips of my pussy are pulled apart. I feel a finger invade me roughly. It slides in and out of me quickly. It pulls out and spreads my pussy juices over my clit. The finger teases the sensitive nub. I moan.
Fingers return to my sore nipples. My nipples are pinched and twisted. I feel the bands pulled off. Mouths cover each nipple. Tongues flick over them. Teeth nibble at the sensitive pebble. My nipples are sucked hard.
The finger on my clit rubs me hard. I hear a mechanical hum start. A vibrating device replaces the finger. My body bucks. I feel the pleasure rising. I yell as I orgasm.
I pant. All hands have left me. I feel the ottoman spin. I am rotated around the group. I open my eyes. In the haze I see the blond between my legs and the two guys are hovering over my breasts. The two girls are at my thighs. I see the blond pull something large and elongated from her bag. I close my eyes.
I immediately feel hands on my breasts. They squeeze me firmly. The squeezes get steadily rougher until it feels almost like a slap. One breast is slapped. My skin stings. Then the hands stop to hold on tight to each breast. They hold each breast firm. The nipples plump, peaked at the top. Fingers graze over them, stroking the sore nubs. Each nipple is again pinched and pulled. I moan uninhibitedly.
My arms are pulled over my head and held. I feel the girls' hands on my thighs, spreading me open again. This time instead of the vibrator against my clit, I feel something invade my pussy. It slides in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust.
I open my eyes and try to focus. I see the blond thrusting the dildo into my pussy. The camera guy gets closer, putting his camera in front of the blond to catch the action. I try to struggle against the hands holding me. The cute guy has my arms held tight. I look to him for help, but he's watching the blond as she fucks me. The other guy is focused on my tits. He alternates between crushing my nipples between his fingers and squeezing my breasts so hard I feel like they might pop. He roughly flicks his nail against each nipple. I see the two girls holding my legs. The raven haired girl licks her finger and starts to rub it against my clit. The brunette caresses my stomach.
The blond catches my eye. She smiles at me as she stabs the fake cock into my pussy. I moan and close my eyes.
“I think she likes it. She's just a stuck up slut.”
The cock is slapped against my pussy, jolting me. It forces back into me. My body is pinched, and pulled, and fucked. I writhe beneath the hands. I buck against the cock. I arch into the hands on my tits. I cry out at the force of my orgasm.
I hear cheering. My eyes fly open. I hazily see a crowd has gathered around our group. The blond drinks in the attention.
“Who wants their picture with this little slut?” She invites, slapping my pussy.
Those around me leave. I lay on the ottoman, still unable to move. The camera guy stands in front of me, snapping pictures as people come to pose next to me. They give a thumbs up, or put their hands on me. Some grab my tits and nipples. Some guys poke their fingers into my pussy. One shoves the fake cock in my mouth. I gag on it. Two guys pose over me with their own cocks out. They put them on my face.
One girl grabs her lipstick and writes SLUT on my forehead in red. This gets other girls to do something similar. Various shades of lipstick write SLUT, WHORE, and BITCH over my body. My nipples are circled and colored a garish shade of pink, and my pussy has arrows pointing to it. Above it, someone writes FREE HOLE.
The blond comes back and shoves the dildo inside my pussy. “Don't forget to update your status!” She calls to everyone.
The crowd laughs. No one helps me. No one says stop. Two guys start to wheel the ottoman toward the elevator. Someone tosses a drink on me. While waiting for the elevator, the blond reaches for my stomach and pulls my dress from me. I am wheeled naked into the bright elevator. The blond waves at me as the doors close.
My eyes sting from the lights. I look down at my nude body. Lipstick is smeared all over me. My nipples are puffy and sore. I slowly try to move. Soft instrumental music plays. My pussy is aching from the fake cock. Thoughts barely form in my mind.
Riding down the bottom floor, I am able to come up on my elbows. The elevators doors open to me on display. I see people slowly start to notice me. Women gasp and turn away. Men stare. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. The elevator doors close.
I walk into the opulent hotel. Golden walls glow at me. The Olympus is known for it's clientele and their lavish lifestyle. I wasn't sure that I belonged there. I walk over to the shiny elevator doors. My reflection stares back at me.
I am dressed in a thin white sheath dress with a shear lace light blue overlay. My breasts push against the material. My straight blond hair falls down to the middle of my back. The black Mary Jane's I am wearing have a slight heel. My legs look long and lean in the reflection.
As the doors to the elevator open, butterflies flutter in my stomach. My first hotel party. I had no idea what to expect. When the cute guy from class asked me to go, I had been surprised but very excited. That excitement had now changed to anxiety.
What if I wasn't dressed properly? What if no one was there, and it was a trick? What if no one talked to me?
Riding up 20 floors to the roof gave me time to doubt myself and the situation. As the elevator reached my floor, I could hear pounding music. Air blows in as the doors open. My ears and eyes are assaulted by the music and bright lights. Spot lights showcase areas on the roof. Shadowed crevices mark the rest of the floor. Most people are dancing, others are clustered at high tables. Drinks are everywhere.
The elevator doors start to close. I get out quickly. No notices me as I make my way to the bar. I order a rum and Coke. I sip it as I watch the dancing bodies. Everyone seems to be having a great time. Many seem to know each other. Some girls hang on the guy they are dancing with. Others flit from one to another.
I realized my dress is appropriate and even modest next to some of the scantily clad girls. Some have shorts that are cut off right at their butt cheeks. Others have tops so low cut that I’m sure I’m going to see their nipples at any moment.
One couple is gyrating so closely together I think they are having sex on the dance floor. The girl is facing me, the guy is behind her. His dark-haired head is buried in her curly blond hair. Her hands are gripping his thighs as they move. I see his hands come up her hips. They slowly snake across her stomach. Her top is flowy and white but cut so low that I spot her navel every once in a while.
“They've been like that for an hour now.” A voice says next to me.
I look. It's the cute guy from class who invited me. I smile at him.
“Oh really? I guess at least they're having fun.” I say.
The girl throws her head back to the music. The guy takes this as an opportunity to grab her large round breasts. His hands encapsulate them. I see her push his hands away. She goes back to dancing against him as if nothing has happened. She doesn't see the guy wave to a friend on the side of the dance floor. He grabs her breasts again, pushing them together.
A flash! The friend has taken a photo. The girl yells in frustration and smacks the arm of her partner. The guys laugh. But she doesn't leave her guy. Apparently that didn't push her buttons enough. The couple dances for a couple more minutes. The guy looks up. His friend is moving closer to them now. He nods. The guy moves his hands back toward the girl's breasts, but this time he doesn't grab them. He pulls aside the billowy pieces, exposing the girl's pink nipples to the flash of the camera. The girl yells and tries to cover herself.
“Wow. Or not.” I am stunned at this behavior.
“Just wait.” The cute guy says.
The guy pulls her hands away and whispers in her ear. She glares at him, but puts her hands down in defeat. Her guy smiles at her and turns back to the camera guy and nods. He then holds the girl's large breasts in his hands as if showing them off. The girl turns her face away as the camera flashes a couple more times.
I see the girl pull her top closed as the guys high five. She flicks them off and stomps away. The guys laugh again. Groups of dancing girls simultaneously move toward and away from the duo. Some vying for attention, others repulsed by their actions. I see a couple of the ones closest to the guys pulling their tops further down showing off even more cleavage.
“Some party you asked me to.” I comment, trying to decide whether to leave immediately or let my curiosity take me even further down this rabbit hole.
“Sorry. Frat guys. What do you expect?” He shrugged, as if excusing their actions. “And those...” He motioned to the panting, half naked girls. “Sorority girls.”
“Awesome.” Two of my least favorite kinds of people. “I think I'm going to call it a night.”
“But you just got here. I promise it won't all be like that. Plus, that girl, she may have looked pissed. But she loves the attention. She posts pictures just like that to the internet. Look. See, she's back.” He points.
The girl is indeed back. She is now dancing between two girls, while the two guys watch closely. The guys start to say words of encouragement, and the girls follow their directions. Touching each other as they dance, the girls giggle.
I turn my back to the show.
“Sorry. Let me get you drink, and we'll just sit and talk.”
I look at him, very uncertain. But I take the plunge. “Sure.”
He orders us each another drink and we take them to a small lounge area in one of the shadows. We chat about class and our majors. Then move on to hobbies and where we're from. Sadly, it turns out that he too is a frat guy. I tease him, and he smiles back. We finish our drinks. He offers to get another round. I accept.
While he's gone, I see more people finding shadowed nooks. Some are talking, but most are making out. Or more.
He comes back with our drinks, and some friends. A couple girls that had been dancing join us. And I'm scared to see, so has the camera guy.
“Sorry. I couldn't shake them.” He whispers in my ear as they sit.
Everyone talks about school and their social lives. I sit quietly and listen, smiling at anecdotes. About half way through my drink, I start to stare off at the spot lights and the stars that are barely visible beyond them. The couple from the dance floor joins us as well, laughing along. Everyone pushes in on the round sofa we're sitting on. The cute guy squishes close to me. I smile at him. He smiles back. I notice that his face is fuzzy.
I’m not much of a drinker. And having never been drunk, I wonder if this is what it's like. I didn't eat before coming to the party, which I know is a huge no-no. But I spent too much time deciding on what to wear.
I slump into the cute guy, my head on his shoulder. The girl across from me smiles. The camera guy pulls out his tool and starts snapping pictures. Everyone but me strikes a pose. Then they take a guys only picture. I lean away from the cute guy. Then the camera guy wants to take one with just the girls. The three girls come over to me, sandwiching me between their shiny clothes.
I struggle to smile, feeling dizzy and light-headed. The camera flashes at us. The girls pose around me. The two that came over with the camera guy are especially attracted to the photo session. They mock kiss and grab each others tits. They turn to face me, the one behind the other. The brunette is closest to me.
“You can touch my tits, too if you want. I don't mind.” She smiles.
I try to smile back. “That's ok. Thanks, though.” My words slur slightly.
The camera flashes. She looks concerned. She touches my face.
“Are you ok?” She leans close. I can see the lights reflected in her lip gloss.
“I think I’m dizzy.” I say, staring at her lips.
She smiles at me. “Oh, honey, you're ok. Just sit back.”
She leans me back. I can see the guys behind her, watching very intently.
“Is she ok?” The cute guy asks, pulling an ottoman to the center of our circle.
“I think so. Maybe just too much to drink. How many has she had?” The brunette asks.
“Just two.” He says.
“Give her a kiss!” The camera guy calls.
The brunette looks at me. “Is that ok?”
I nod. I can feel my body slipping away from the control of my mind. I see the brunette lean to my face. I close my eyes, and feel her glossy lips on mine. A light flashes from behind my lids. The lips leave mine. I open my eyes. I see the brunette kiss the raven haired girl behind her. Not one to be left out, the blond comes over to them both and kisses them. She turns on me. Her kiss is wet and sloppy, but I kiss her back.
The guys, except for the camera guy, come back to sofa. I lay there as they all kiss around me. The blond watches as the cute guy kisses me first, then the other two girls, then her last. Then he comes back to me. I can't do much but lay there. I can see the jealousy glowing behind her eyes.
“You guys really want to have some fun?” She asks, but looks pointedly at camera guy.
He nods vigorously. Everyone else agrees as well. She walks to grab a large bag from a near by chair. She drops it on the ottoman. She opens it. Everyone but me peers into it. The girls giggle. The guys chuckle. I feel foggy.
“Oh yeah.” The camera guy says. “You guys have fun. I'm going to document.”
“Who wants to go first?” The blond girl says, looking around. Her eyes fall on me. “Lets start with her. Before she passes out. It'll be great. I’m sure she'll love it.”
I can't protest. I can barely get a sound out. The cute guy kisses me some more. I moan in his mouth, unable to control myself. The brunette sits down next to me, and steals some kisses, her tongue playing with mine. The blond beckons me from the ottoman. She rubs her hands over her breasts, squeezing them. Her guy comes up behind her and mimics her movements. He pulls her top open again, but this time she doesn't stop him.
The camera guy is continuously flashing away. The blond girl throw her head back as her guy squeezes her large tits. I see her pink nipples harden. She twitches her finger at me. The brunette leads me over to them.
I kneel on the ottoman, the blond in front of me, the brunette behind me. The guys step up to either side. The blond girl, her exposed breasts pressing against mine, kisses me again. I feel the brunette behind me, slowly stroking my arms. I sigh. The touch feels good.
My surroundings begin to spin. I pull away from the blond, and lean my head down.
“Lay her down.” The blond demands.
They listen. I am placed on my back on the ottoman. Everyone sits down around me.
“Where should we start?” I hear the raven-haired girl ask excitedly.
“Anywhere we want. Everyone take a spot. We can spin her to take turns if you want.” I hear the blond say.
I hear rustling around me. I feel the top of my dress being pulled down to expose by breasts. I feel the cool night breeze against my nipples. I try to move my hands to cover myself, but my arms feel like jelly. I am powerless to stop this.
I feel hands sliding over me, my arms, my legs, and onto my breasts. The bottom of my dress is pushed up to my stomach. The pale panties I am wearing are pulled down my legs. The hands on my breasts are gentle, squeezing them softly. My panties leave my feet, and my legs are spread wide. I feel cool air on my pussy. I feel hands from either side hold my thighs in place. My top and bottom are exposed. I close my eyes as the persistent flashing continues.
The hands at my breasts squeeze harder now. A second pair of hands is added. I feel fingers begin to play and tease my nipples. The sensitive nubs pucker at the stimulation. My breathing heightens. I arch my back slightly. One nipple is pinched hard and I gasp. The other nipple is pinched as well. The fingers pull at my nipples, engorging them.
“Here, try these.” I heard the blond girl say.
The hands leave my breasts for a moment. When they return, a hand squeezes each breast while fingers pinch and pull at my nipples. The pleasure my body feels from the teasing pain is exquisite. My nipples behind to erotically ache at the attention. They feel full.
Then I feel something over each. My breasts are squeezed harder, as if being held in place. My nipples are being sucked. Then I feel something rolled onto them, like a tiny rubber band. They are released. But are now bonded in a way. It is torturous ecstasy. My nipples are pinched by the band. They swell more. So sensitive now, that just a finger running across them is exciting.
“She's got great tits. And those nipples look so hot!” The brunette says.
“Watch this.” The blond says.
I feel someone lean over me. Sharp pain hits my nipple as it is flicked. I suck in my breath. I hear a chuckle. The same is repeated on my other nipple. It goes on, alternating from painful flicks to pinches and pulls. It feels glorious and terrible at the same time.
I feel the hands on my thighs spread me even further. The lips of my pussy are pulled apart. I feel a finger invade me roughly. It slides in and out of me quickly. It pulls out and spreads my pussy juices over my clit. The finger teases the sensitive nub. I moan.
Fingers return to my sore nipples. My nipples are pinched and twisted. I feel the bands pulled off. Mouths cover each nipple. Tongues flick over them. Teeth nibble at the sensitive pebble. My nipples are sucked hard.
The finger on my clit rubs me hard. I hear a mechanical hum start. A vibrating device replaces the finger. My body bucks. I feel the pleasure rising. I yell as I orgasm.
I pant. All hands have left me. I feel the ottoman spin. I am rotated around the group. I open my eyes. In the haze I see the blond between my legs and the two guys are hovering over my breasts. The two girls are at my thighs. I see the blond pull something large and elongated from her bag. I close my eyes.
I immediately feel hands on my breasts. They squeeze me firmly. The squeezes get steadily rougher until it feels almost like a slap. One breast is slapped. My skin stings. Then the hands stop to hold on tight to each breast. They hold each breast firm. The nipples plump, peaked at the top. Fingers graze over them, stroking the sore nubs. Each nipple is again pinched and pulled. I moan uninhibitedly.
My arms are pulled over my head and held. I feel the girls' hands on my thighs, spreading me open again. This time instead of the vibrator against my clit, I feel something invade my pussy. It slides in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust.
I open my eyes and try to focus. I see the blond thrusting the dildo into my pussy. The camera guy gets closer, putting his camera in front of the blond to catch the action. I try to struggle against the hands holding me. The cute guy has my arms held tight. I look to him for help, but he's watching the blond as she fucks me. The other guy is focused on my tits. He alternates between crushing my nipples between his fingers and squeezing my breasts so hard I feel like they might pop. He roughly flicks his nail against each nipple. I see the two girls holding my legs. The raven haired girl licks her finger and starts to rub it against my clit. The brunette caresses my stomach.
The blond catches my eye. She smiles at me as she stabs the fake cock into my pussy. I moan and close my eyes.
“I think she likes it. She's just a stuck up slut.”
The cock is slapped against my pussy, jolting me. It forces back into me. My body is pinched, and pulled, and fucked. I writhe beneath the hands. I buck against the cock. I arch into the hands on my tits. I cry out at the force of my orgasm.
I hear cheering. My eyes fly open. I hazily see a crowd has gathered around our group. The blond drinks in the attention.
“Who wants their picture with this little slut?” She invites, slapping my pussy.
Those around me leave. I lay on the ottoman, still unable to move. The camera guy stands in front of me, snapping pictures as people come to pose next to me. They give a thumbs up, or put their hands on me. Some grab my tits and nipples. Some guys poke their fingers into my pussy. One shoves the fake cock in my mouth. I gag on it. Two guys pose over me with their own cocks out. They put them on my face.
One girl grabs her lipstick and writes SLUT on my forehead in red. This gets other girls to do something similar. Various shades of lipstick write SLUT, WHORE, and BITCH over my body. My nipples are circled and colored a garish shade of pink, and my pussy has arrows pointing to it. Above it, someone writes FREE HOLE.
The blond comes back and shoves the dildo inside my pussy. “Don't forget to update your status!” She calls to everyone.
The crowd laughs. No one helps me. No one says stop. Two guys start to wheel the ottoman toward the elevator. Someone tosses a drink on me. While waiting for the elevator, the blond reaches for my stomach and pulls my dress from me. I am wheeled naked into the bright elevator. The blond waves at me as the doors close.
My eyes sting from the lights. I look down at my nude body. Lipstick is smeared all over me. My nipples are puffy and sore. I slowly try to move. Soft instrumental music plays. My pussy is aching from the fake cock. Thoughts barely form in my mind.
Riding down the bottom floor, I am able to come up on my elbows. The elevators doors open to me on display. I see people slowly start to notice me. Women gasp and turn away. Men stare. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. The elevator doors close.
Leela
- 15.10.2021
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