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We’d had a great evening. A pleasant Risotto in the Italian restaurant, a few glasses of Bardolino and a couple of dignified, slow dances on the little floor in the corner. I knew I was in for fun because I could feel your heat through the silk of your little red cocktail dress. Only I knew that you had taken off your panties and put them in your purse. I knew you were feeling horny from the way you rubbed against me and the way you kept letting the waiters see down your dress. I’ve never had such good service.
We left and walked back to the car. You were so keen to get back that you insisted on taking the short-cut down the alley. This was where it went wrong.
The shadow that stepped out in front of us was huge, maybe 6’6” and as broad as a door. I stepped in front of you and reached for my wallet. I had seen the other dark shapes detach themselves from the wall and I knew fighting wasn’t an option. A hand snatched the wallet and I heard a laugh “Nice bonus man, but it’s not what I’m looking for!” He pushed me to one side, into the hands of one of his pals. Then he reached you. You started to un-freeze, but before you could move, hands behind you took hold of your wrists and pinned them to your side. I shouted and tried to step forward, but I was forced to my knees.
I was as helpless as you as the man in front of you reached out and drew the thin straps of your dress down from your shoulders and slowly the red silk slipped down your skin and exposed your breasts, nipples hard in the cold night air. Then he stepped back and began to unzip himself. I yelled again and fought to stand, but something hit my head and I blacked out.
I was brought around by your voice. You screamed and then I heard sobbing and you crying out “No, please!”
I was lying on the floor and there was a weight on my back, pinning me down. I craned my neck to see you on your knees with your dress bunched around your waist. Your tormentor had a fistful of your hair and was rubbing his fat, swollen cock over your face. Your hands were on his thighs, trying to hold your face away. Then I saw the hand raised behind you and a shadow fell. A belt? You yelped and cried “Please.” Again the belt came down across your buttocks and your breath was forced from your lungs. He still pushed himself at your mouth, leaving wet, slippery trails across your cheek. The belt swished and cracked and again, quickly, no delay. That was when you broke and I watched in disbelief as your mouth opened and you took this strangers fat, hard cock-head between your lips.
I thought I would die of shame and torment as I watched you accepting this strange cock into your mouth. I could see him letting his belt dangle against your buttocks, reminding you of the cost of disobedience. Your efforts doubled. Your hands stopped pushing against him and I saw you take hold of his thick cock in your little hands and your lips slid past his bulbous glans and down his shaft.
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We left and walked back to the car. You were so keen to get back that you insisted on taking the short-cut down the alley. This was where it went wrong.
The shadow that stepped out in front of us was huge, maybe 6’6” and as broad as a door. I stepped in front of you and reached for my wallet. I had seen the other dark shapes detach themselves from the wall and I knew fighting wasn’t an option. A hand snatched the wallet and I heard a laugh “Nice bonus man, but it’s not what I’m looking for!” He pushed me to one side, into the hands of one of his pals. Then he reached you. You started to un-freeze, but before you could move, hands behind you took hold of your wrists and pinned them to your side. I shouted and tried to step forward, but I was forced to my knees.
I was as helpless as you as the man in front of you reached out and drew the thin straps of your dress down from your shoulders and slowly the red silk slipped down your skin and exposed your breasts, nipples hard in the cold night air. Then he stepped back and began to unzip himself. I yelled again and fought to stand, but something hit my head and I blacked out.
I was brought around by your voice. You screamed and then I heard sobbing and you crying out “No, please!”
I was lying on the floor and there was a weight on my back, pinning me down. I craned my neck to see you on your knees with your dress bunched around your waist. Your tormentor had a fistful of your hair and was rubbing his fat, swollen cock over your face. Your hands were on his thighs, trying to hold your face away. Then I saw the hand raised behind you and a shadow fell. A belt? You yelped and cried “Please.” Again the belt came down across your buttocks and your breath was forced from your lungs. He still pushed himself at your mouth, leaving wet, slippery trails across your cheek. The belt swished and cracked and again, quickly, no delay. That was when you broke and I watched in disbelief as your mouth opened and you took this strangers fat, hard cock-head between your lips.
I thought I would die of shame and torment as I watched you accepting this strange cock into your mouth. I could see him letting his belt dangle against your buttocks, reminding you of the cost of disobedience. Your efforts doubled. Your hands stopped pushing against him and I saw you take hold of his thick cock in your little hands and your lips slid past his bulbous glans and down his shaft.
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