Nice to meet you
It was an unusual acquaintance. Autumn, yellow leaves falling, dirty wet puddles on the asphalt—some see romance in this, others a reason to sink into another depression. You were walking, breathing in the fresh air after the rain, not particularly hurrying to where no one was waiting, where there was no familiar scent of a beloved man or the ringing laughter of children. Yes, you were alone; you didn't need to rush to cook dinner or check homework, but this freedom had long since turned into loneliness. As usual, turning the corner of the house into the small, dimly lit courtyard of an old barracks, past which you had to walk every day to shorten the route, you walked with your eyes on your feet, watching as
little puddles overflow their banks at the invasion of your shoes. He pounced suddenly; you froze from his hot, strong male hands, which with a practiced motion gagged your mouth and twisted your arms behind your back, from breath smelling of vodka recently drunk, apparently without a chaser.He quickly whispered in your ear: "Don't struggle, cow, no one will help you here," and you obeyed. At that moment, for some reason, you felt a surge of arousal, lubrication ran down your vagina, your labia swelled, and oh God, you felt ashamed, but only for a minute. And besides, it had been so long since you'd had a man that even what had been seemed like a mirage. The next instant, he bent you over doggy-style, pulled up your skirt, and with one sharp thrust entered you completely. You cried out, whether from desire or pain. Sensing your arousal, he grinned smugly and realized this wouldn't be the last meeting. His cock slid smoothly into your vagina, creating squelching sounds and delivering immense pleasure. And so you fucked standing in a dark alley where a passerby could walk in at any moment. This didn't bother you; at that moment, you felt like a whore.
His balls slapped against your ass, which was quite sizable; his hand grabbed your full 4-size tits, and then he started to cum. Your legs buckled from pleasure as he impulsively shot his cum right into your uterus, his cock in no hurry to pull out. He understood you liked it and now you were completely in his power... He asked, "Is anyone waiting at home?" showing concern. "No," you answered. And without using much force, he turned you to face him; you tried to get a look at him, but he rushed toward the barracks, pulling you along. Entering his ground-floor apartment, he ordered you to undress and stand in the middle of the room. Taking out a rope, he began tying your legs at the ankles and your hands behind your back. You stood silently, listening to drunken male voices coming from the kitchen. How many were there? Five... Six... He tied the rope binding your hands to a hook sticking out from the ceiling, and finally decided to go get his friends. Calling the guys over, he smirked and said, "You can fuck her, boys, she likes it."
You definitely hadn't had sex like this before. The first one pulled out his cock, brought it to your lips; you started sucking, despite it reeking terribly of urine. After the first minute, you were sucking with such pleasure, taking him all the way to the balls. The second positioned himself behind and started fucking you sharply like the last bitch. The third took a whip; you grew wary—you'd never experienced such pain—but before you could think, the first blow landed on your back, splitting the skin until it bled, followed by a second, a third; then you stopped counting because your body began convulsing in orgasm. (Specially for etales.ru — .org) The fourth filmed it all on camera and egged the others on. The second one, who was fucking your pussy, decided to break into your other hole; spitting on your anus, he inserted the head; you cried out, tensed, but another whip blow overrode the pain in your ass, and his cock slid in easily and started fucking you. He pounded and pounded, and you were blown away by so many sensations. Finally, the first one came down your throat, making you swallow every last drop, took a collar from the table, put it on you, and said you were now their cow. At his command, you mooed when your mouth wasn't occupied by another cock.
All striped from whip blows and tied with rope, you were happy. You were getting off on all this whorishness. They were already fucking you all together; cocks entered your holes, rubbed your lips, your ass ached but awaited the next thrust. Throwing you on the dirty floor, they continued fucking you, twisting your nipples until they hurt and hitting them with the whip. You didn't know how long it all lasted, having long since lost track of time, until finally they got tired and decided to go drink vodka. Your stranger offered you some too. Untying your hands and sitting you on a chair, he brought a shot glass and a piece of cucumber; you greedily drank it, looked at him—he was smiling. There was something about him that made you obey him. He asked, "Well, did you like it?" You nodded and smiled, realizing in that moment that here he was, your beautiful stranger from your dreams.