I got out of the now cold bathtub, wrapped myself in my cozy soft bath towel and let myself sink with it on my nicely heated waterbed. For a moment I closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace and quiet.
The airport
I worked at a way too busy airport every day and had constant noises in my ears. So my home was my oasis of comfort. That's how comfortable I felt in my self-created four walls. Actually, I was supposed to get dressed and leave for my night shift.
Instead, however, I opened my towel, stayed on the gently bobbing waterbed, and let my hands wander. My body felt warm, my skin was velvety soft, my body smoothly shaved in every place. My breasts were surgically perfected and I loved stroking them and feeling the fullness in my hands.
My stomach was flat and showed a slight six pack. I ran my gel nails over my muscles, down to my pubic area. Gently I began with an intimate massage, which I quickly made more intense. With my eyes closed, I enjoyed my own touches and began to moan ecstatically.
Suddenly, a strong hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed. Another hand settled on my mouth and I felt a heavy body on top of me. He pushed me into the depths of my waterbed. I was in danger of suffocating in every way. Panic rose in me. Startled, I wrenched my eyes open and looked into dark, seemingly black eyes. Everything spun around me and away I went.
Tied up and ready for use
When I awoke, I was in the doggie position. I wanted to move but could not. I was tied up. Tied down on a bondage board! Completely naked, my bottom and pubic were accessible to all present.
What was this story about here? Was this a bad joke? Was there anyone here at all? I saw no one and heard nothing. I didn't like the story at all, I just wanted to get out of here.
I was a gentle cuddle cat who preferred passion. This BDSM shit was so not mine! I had already read many stories about SM, in which it was about sex slaves, whips and Co. But I never wanted to experience something like that myself.
I started to make use of my voice. Just as I was about to scream, a killer mouth gag was put on me. I couldn't make another sound! I heard a door open and numerous footsteps coming towards me.
Around me stood men who were complete strangers to me. They were very different, however, they were all naked! Some wore masks, others had provided their best piece with any cock rings or so. I heard clapping, smacking sounds and heard one or the other man breathing a little stronger, I became aware that the guys around me had started to jerk off!
Would it stop there? Would they just jerk off in front of me and then let me go?
A finger in my pussy shattered that hope right away. The finger quickly became a penis that penetrated me horny. After a few thrusts, the thing was pulled out of me, to then squirt once across my back. I got a firm slap on the butt and already the next cock was inside me.
This guy squirted into me and only a few seconds later the next penis plunged into me. I got used to it relatively quickly. At some point the body just switches off or maybe finds it great in some ways. I felt how my pussy filled more and more and the juice just ran out of me.
Every now and then I slipped out a moan. My goodness, what was wrong with me? I was a sissy who put up with everything here. But I could not defend myself anyway.
With whip into the anal depths
After six or seven guys who had come in me or even on me within a few seconds, a colored man knelt down to me. He lifted my head and grinned at me with way too white teeth.
He yanked on my hair and then let go of me. He walked to my backside. I saw his giant penis as I walked by. It must have been as long as my forearm! A loud clap and a hellish burning pain spread across my left buttock.
The guy had a leather rope with him. This was hit with momentum over and over again on my butt. I'm sure my ass was already bleeding. At some point, my butt cheeks went limp, because they absolutely could no longer. The dark-skinned man took direct advantage of this with his huge cock. He penetrated me in the buttocks.
He took me anal and pushed me felt the complete thing in me. He thrust hard, got deeper and deeper into me, took his time to pause, then climaxed with many quick thrusts.
The work calls
I awoke on my waterbed, which I knew only too well. My hand still on my pubic, one finger just above my clit, which was badly swollen with horniness. I breathed faster than usual and with the first movement I had the horniest climax a woman could ever feel.
What was this? Had I been kidnapped or not? Had I fallen asleep while masturbating? Was I so in ecstasy that I slipped into a fantasy world? I got up because I had to go to work. My bottom ached and burned. But from what, if all this was only dreamed?
Or had it really happened? Confused, I got dressed. Somehow everything hurt a little bit. Maybe it was just the waterbed. When I looked at the clock, two hours had passed since I got out of the tub. I would still make it to my work on time.
Still, I wasn't that clear-headed. My dream, or whatever it was warm, sat deep in my limbs.
At work I took my place at the counter and served the passengers, like every day or every night. For me, always all just people without faces. Just mass processing. But that night, one person stood out. He was tall, had dark skin and grinned at me with far too white teeth. ...
