This story even though fantasy. It has many rightful events.
My name is Steve, I'm in my belated thirties. I am in realtor. I found myself downtown meeting with some clients. I have a fiancé who was in United Mexican States on a girl's vacation. We have dated for 5 years. I have a expert group of friend. We mountain bike, kayak and road trips.
I knew the Giants had an good afternoon game. I decided to stop by a sports bar and find out the biz. I had just sat down and order my drinking. The bar was busy. I had grabbed the last pot. There was a dandy footling play to end the inning. There was a prissy throw to end the inning. The guy sitting on the stool next to me address up. Over the following inning we shared remark back and Forth, after introductions. I bought a round and later Jon bought the next. He drank whiskey sour then a margarita. I drank beers.
Jon seemed like a nice enough guy. He was between job and had lived in the area for some long time. He is some sort of director of projects. He said he was not much into the outdoors, like I was. marvelous muscular guy, must do well with the women. When he spoke he was very calm and his voice was glandular fever tone.
I felt relaxed from the drinks. I enjoyed the game. We gave each former shit about the other's mutation teams. The secret plan had become one sided. People started clearing out. I went into the restroom to take on a water. I was standing at the right urinal when Jon came in. He stood beside me. He reached over and seize my cock while I was pissing. My anger grew due to the shock.
I said,"Excuse me."
Jon looked at me and didn't let go. holy place Hades, this guy needs to gibe himself and keep his men to himself. I started to get crack raging. I was about to miss it. I was so stunned and angry. I was planning my response. I had turned doing up my pants. Jon was standing in the doorway of the cubicle, grabbed and pulled me in. Jon sat on toilet while my crotch was at the horizontal surface of his look. He pulled my gasp down and shoved his oral fissure over my cock. He had wrapped his blazon around my wooden leg and ass. Pants around my knee, I had small ability to move. I am pushing against him to get him off my cock.
He was sucking and slurping so hard. I could not push him off me because the doorway closed behind us. I felt his tongue lash up and down my cock. I was pushing away as strong as I could but he was stronger than I was. My struggles were increasing the tensity I felt.
I started yelling at him while pushing against his shoulder joint. He had his arm wrapped and locked around me. I was sure he was going to let go, do to all the commotion. His hands were around my upper berth peg. He shoved his finger in my ass. This was such a surprisal to me I gasped and was unable to speak. The tension had built up inside me. Once I got my faculties together I felt a huge trench urge inside. I blew a load deep in his mouth. While I was shooting stream after flow of cum, I held the face of the carrell.
He removed his fingers from my hole and I pulled my pants up. I made a heterosexual person line to my hind end at the bar. I slammed the residual of my deglutition while trying to grasp what just happened. I turn to see him sitting next to me.
I said,"What the ass was that about ?"
From the end of the bar the mixologist asked if there was a problem. Jon looks at me and raises his eyebrows while shaking his chief"no."
I responded,"No."
What the snake pit did I just say ? I was just sexually assaulted in the toilet. I need to say something. I had the urge verbalize up and this guy is just staring at me shaking his head. I did not say anything. I sat there listening to him act as if it never happened and he never referred to it. My hard on still persisted in my pants.
I was still sitting there talking with him and didn't get up. He still spoke softly and repeated things over and over. I wanted to leave and I found myself pluck. I finally got the guts to provide, compensate my note and walked. He was right behind me talking as if there was no problem. He followed me to my car and then asked if I was going to sacrifice him a ride. I told him that I would not and he needed to get his own way home. The he told me if I wanted to know why the ravishment happened in the bathroom, I should.
I suddenly said,"Get in."
In the car he immediately noticed that I still had a heavy on. He was rightfield I did and I was mad and wanted result. He instructed me to motor to the expressway as he told me. We started on our way. He began to tell me that he felt I might be an easy conquest when we first met in the bar. I was getting More and more than overturn at his words. The tense place I was in must have been the cause of my severe on. Jon was saying random things that kept me responding and distracted, not realizing where we were. I had been on the expressway for some clip heading due west towards S.F.
I wanted to fuck where I was taking him, so I asked where his house was. He told me we are not going to his family, but I was going to grant him a ride. He then says we are going to the metropolis. What the infernal region was he thinking, I am not going to the urban center. When I spoke up he placed his hand in my lap and grabbed my still semi hard cock. I gasped and grunted at the zeal of this guy. Who the perdition did he think he was ? I am going to drop him off on the incline of the highway and he can find his way home.
He then squeezed me and said that all my questions will be answered once we arrived. He again spoke in this strange mono tone calm voice. Where were we going that could possible answer my inquiry ? He grabbed me twice and forcefully sucked my dick. I was determined to know how this all happened. How could S.F. answer my questions ? How does it dally into the picture ? I wonder who this guy was and where did he hail from. I am now determined to follow this through.
We continued to motor into the city. He kept his mitt on my dick squeezing and rubbing, it had gotten to me and I found it feeling good with my resistance decreasing. He dominated the conversation, even interrupting me if I started to verbalise out. He was still using this calm air mono tone part.
We had just crossed the bridge and he told me to exit on Harrison. I pulled off and we went a few more blocks and then parked. We got out walking down the street and approached a storefront. The building was gray and had reflective glass windowpane. The fund name was"Mr. Leather co ”. My nerves just exploded, while my stomach dropped. Jon grabbed the door and ordered me in. Although I wanted to run, I followed his orders. I could only imagine of how I wanted to get the hell out of there. I just stayed and kept doing as he told me.
Inside we got greeted. There was four men shopping. They stared and I felt so uncomfortable. The other guys in the depot found a way to walk by and size me up as we looked over inventory. I say stocktaking because I was shy what to call the hooey we saw. We stood in front of ego of dildos.
I laughed and said, due to the size of a few of them they were fake. He turned and looked straight in my eyes. He told me that they all could be used with the the right way formulation. I was so uncomfortable and stressed. I was scanning the store. I kept locking eyes with these two leather donned guy wire.
Jon pulled an detail made of leather and handed it to me. He told me to try it on. Made of leather strap with a suspensor cup. I found a seclude nook to try it on. I did not desire to but he looked at me and forcefully told me do it. I found myself just undressing and putting it on. I could not discontinue doing what he ordered me to do. Is this what being hypnotized was like ?
It took me some clip to put it on. The leather was stiff, tight and covered cipher. I was sweating with my bosom pounding as I turned around. He was looking at me. Three other guys also looked at me. He told me to turn around a few multiplication as he smiled. I was so humiliated and scared more than I ever had been in my life story. It was the tierce good turn when he stopped me from behind and pushed me. I stumbled forward against the wall.
I had my bridge player on the rampart, slightly bent forward. My bare ass was sticking out. I was humiliated, angry and disgusted in myself. A present moment came when I felt I had to get control of the situation. I felt a con game on my ass handicap. He slapped my right on cheek. I quickly swung around.
I yelled,"Hey don't do that."
He stepped forward. He was only a few column inch from my side. He looked into my optic.
He said,"Turn around."
I couldn't speak. My foot started to proceed on their own. I had my rear to them before I knew it. I heard laugh and groans while I was spanked. My spanks continued three or four minutes more. I didn't relocation. I felt his hands on my cheeks, which he was spreading apart. His hand pushed me back into the ahead lean. I felt his fingers from the other hand softly slide up and down my quip. Every fourth dimension he touched my hole I clinched trying to keep him out.
I was afraid to what was adjacent. Then I heard a noise behind me that sounded like an hollow husk. On the top of my ass I felt a fond wet liquidity dripping on me. I turned my heading to see him sprinkle or drool on me. His fingers rubbed it on me. Now it was slick on my jam. Then came his finger's breadth slowly pushing in.
I have to tighten down squeeze hard. He can't penetrate me. He'll stop this and we can go home. I thought about home and how did I get here. Why am I in this site ? They can't do this to me. I have been unable to terminate it, and feel powerless. I had to get ascendance of the place. I took a few mysterious breathing space. It broke my assiduity and my cakehole opened up.
Minutes had passed by allowing Jon to get four digit in my ass. He pumped in and out of my hole. The feeling changed for me. I didn't come up it completely unpleasurable. I began to even run to his rhythm. He told me to sour around. I stood up and slowly turned around. By this time there were four more guys watching the scurrilous onslaught performed on me.
He turned to the two very large leather donned hombre and asked if they could lift and hold in me. Then they approached and stood on either incline of me. crying started to swell up and I wanted to run, but where. He dropped his pants while staring in my eyes and William Tell me to relax. He told me I should let go.
Grabbed and lifted off the ground. Their branch are under each leg while they reach behind my spinal column. I am laying back like a human lounge death chair. He stood in front of me between my stage stroking his cock. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his hammer against my pickle. I squeezed as tight as I could. I was not letting him into me. He would beseech against me and then rub, and repeat it. His vast brain started to hold its way in and I had to try to crowd him out. To crowd was the untimely thing to do. Pushing caused my pickle to open wide of the mark. He slid in effortlessly. I let out a delicate yelp. I asked him"please."Being Scared I wanted him to stop.
He said,"Please what, and stop ?"
Then he asked if I wanted to have it away the answers.
"Yes ”, I said.
He asked me if I entered the bar. Did I sit next to him ? Did I strike up a conversation ? I answered yes to the questions. Then he asked if he held my cock in the can and it got hard ? I agreed. I came when he sucked me. My response was yes. Did we get in the car drive here and did he stroke my dick on the drive ? I replied yes again. Then did I walk in the store, did I try on the leather sex gearing without being forced ? All the answers where yes that came from my mouth.
He then asked,"You love my putz in you now, don't you ?"
I blurted out yes. Because I had answered that to all other question. It was a berth of the tongue, right ? Then I found that my physical structure was moving to his jabbing. My whimper had become more moans of pleasance. I was experiencing surges of sensations that were taking over my dead body. I had somehow grabbed the cocks of the cat holding me. I was jerking them off. My legs had begun to curve around him pulling him airless and deeper.
He smiled and asked if I liked it ?
I responded after a farsighted delay,"Yes"with a truehearted nod and smile.
I began to go vocal asking for more. He pointed out I had guys cock in my hands. I was stroking them. I told him I liked the feel, just as the guy on the left spewed all over my helping hand. The tender sensation and the spasm of his peter in my bridge player pushed me over the edge. I started to buck violently. He asked if I loved riding his dick. No answer from me, then he asked again and I whimpered a yes. He reminded me that he told me I was going to"give him a ride. He had asked if I wanted more cock. I was repose until he asked again then I answered.
He increased his stride, thrusting harder. He spoke about how people who beg for it are"loose woman ”. Some become picayune monstrosity and start dreaming about being used and savour getting other to use them. Then tells me I am going to want it all the time. Furthermore I'm going to get see him often so he can use me like a pet, and I have to call him"dada ”. I had become his new kept loose woman and his dictation I will take after. The guy on the right seminal fluid and nebuliser over my manus and some hits my stomach and sides.
I yelled from pleasance,"Yes."
Jon tensed and started to grunt as his thrust become almost violent. I felt pain from the thrusts inside my anal caverns but wanted it to continue.
Then he ordered me,"Take my cum fornicatress, I'm going to breed you now."
I replied,"Yes."
Jon stared in my eyes and asked,"Yes, what."
I acknowledged,"Yes I'm your Slut, breed me."
Then I felt a warm almost hot look flow bass inside me. He was dumping his cum inside my hollow. It was like waves at the ocean, affectionate surge kept flowing again and again. His rooster spasm in me for a good two to three minute. Then he pulled out. We're connected as one for some time. His cum started to pour from my shout gaping hole. The two big guys let me down and as I got my strength back leaning on the wall they were feeling, grabbing, rubbing and probing me.
I was gathering myself and getting cleaned up when I heard him say,"I won."
I asked,"What do you entail by that."
I did not think this experience was a contention, so did not understand remark. Jon tells me that his buddy and he made a valet de chambre's bet the night before. This relates to an old tradition, of a one buck telephone exchange to the winner. He was bet that he could not find a straightforward guy. In one dark turn him into a gay slovenly woman. The guy had to ask for it. He needed to call himself a slut. It was his side of the bet that he had to find someone.
In the end, I lost .