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Big Tits 2 (mf)
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Subject: big tits 2 (mf)
Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 10:05:28 UTC
Captured, bound and played with...
He places the palms of his hands under the tips of my breasts. He
moves his hands in slow, small circles, with my nipples resting in and
rubbing against his palms. His hands circle faster, and my dangling
breasts begin to move in circles too. He lowers his palms until only
the very tips of my nipples are rubbing against the rough skin of his
hands.
As he moves my breasts in ever bigger circles, they are pulled away
from each other, then smashed together. Hearing my tits being slapped
together and the friction of my teats sliding over his palms soon has
an effect. I feel a pressure building in my breasts. My nipples
tingle in his palms. My breathing becomes deeper, and my mouth opens
for air. He says, "See that, baby... your nipples got harder
already... you must like this, huh, baby... I know these big tits of
yours do... can you feel your nipples getting harder, baby?... they
feel hard in my hands... and your tits are getting hot, too, baby...
I can feel 'em getting big, too... you know what, baby... I'm gonna
do something special for you, baby... something special for you and
your big tits... I'm gonna get these nipples really big for you,
baby... and I know just how to do it, too...
I am astonished at how sensitive my boobs have become. The only thing
I feel is an intense pleasure in my breasts. The only thing I hear is
the slapping of my tits together. He says, "I know just what your
titties like... you know, too, don't you, Big Tits... your titties
like to be rubbed; and to be kissed; and to be sucked... your
titties like those things, don't they, baby... that makes your
titties feel good... but your nipples like something else, don't
they, baby..."
"They like something a little rougher, don't they... your nipples
like to be pinched..." His fingers pinch my nipples hard, and I moan
loudly. "...and pulled..." He tugs on my nipples, pulling my breasts
down. "...and flicked..." He flicks a finger at each nipple, sending
chills down my back. "...you like this, don't you, baby... you like
this..." He pinches and pulls and flicks my nipples for several
minutes. My breathing becomes more labored. The sensation is
bringing me close to the point of orgasm.
He finally releases my nipples and strokes the tips of my breasts with
his fingertips again. He says, "You liked that, didn't you, baby..."
I stammer, "No... it hurts... it hurts..." He replies, "Rough hurts
sometimes, baby... but I know you liked it a little, too, Big Tits...
after it hurt for a little, it started to feel good, didn't it,
baby..." He's right. It did become a pleasurable sensation after a
while. The stimulation was intensely arousing. But I can never let
him know he's right.
He says, "Your nipples sure liked it rough..." Very softly he strokes
the sides of my teats. "...the harder I pinched them, the harder they
got... the more I pulled them, the longer they got... the more I
flicked at them, the fatter they got... your nipples like it rough,
isn't that right, baby... and you liked it, too... you like it a
little bit rough, don't you, Big Tits... Well, baby, I'm gonna make
you and your nipples feel good..." His palms cup the tips of my
breasts, and he starts moving them in circles again. When my tits
start slapping against each other again, he says, "I'm gonna make your
nipples harder than they've ever been, baby... your nipples will are
gonna love this... and, your gonna love this, too... check this out,
baby..."
He increases the pace. My tits move in a quicker rhythm. Their
slapping gets louder. My breathing quickens, and I gasp for air. He
moves to grasp the very tip of each nipple firmly between his thumb
and middle finger. He drags my breasts in circles by pulling them
around by their tips. I am filled with a mixture of pain and
pleasure. I moan with each breath.
He says to me, "Yeah, baby... you're enjoying this, aren't you,
baby... and I like the sound of your tits when they slap together
like this, too... don't you, Big Tits... you like me pulling on your
nipples... they're nice and hard now, baby... but I'm not stopping
yet, baby... they're gonna get harder... I'm gonna make these
nipples as hard as rocks, baby... I bet you're gonna cum from this...
don't be afraid to cum, baby... I'm gonna make you hard... I'm gonna
make you cum..."
He releases my aching nipples. Almost immediately, he grabs the tips
of my swaying, sore breasts by pinching together the flesh just
outside my areolas on either side of my throbbing teats. He pulls
them toward the floor, pulling my tits taut and away from my body. He
shakes my boobs quickly from side to side. I feel a stronger rush of
pleasure and pain as my nubs are pinched against the flesh of my own
areolae, imprisoned by his grip. Continuing to shake my breasts, he
moves a finger on each hand up to the tip of each nipple and flicks at
them. Each flick sends a shudder through me. He stops shaking my
breasts only long enough to tug on them a few times. He pulls them
far from my body while roughly flicking my sensitive nipples faster
and harder. My body shakes uncontrollably at the sensation.
He releases my tortured breasts, and they spring back up. I look at
my nipples. They are hard and distended more than I've ever seen
them. My breasts are pink, swollen and throbbing. He grabs one of my
tits in each hand. He twists them around until their tips touch each
other. As he rubs my nipples against each other, my breasts fill with
an intense sexual pleasure. The sensation is more than I can control.
My nipples are on fire... My body shudders and I give out a long,
loud moan as I am overcome by a climax. He keeps rubbing my nipples
together, and my body lets loose with a series of three or four more
climaxes. I feel my pussy juices flow.
As my moaning subsides and I try to catch my breath, he releases my
breasts. I look at them sway in their freedom. He places his hand
between my breasts and lightly slaps the inside of one tit and then
the other. He slaps them back and forth several times and says, "See,
baby... see how big they are now... and I made you cum, baby, didn't
I..." He stops slapping between my tits and lightly slaps the tips of
my hanging breasts, making them bounce and jiggle. He says, "I heard
you moan, Big Tits... and I felt you cumming... I knew you'd like
that, baby..."
He says to the Young One, "That ought to do her... you can let her up
now... get a shot of her now..." The Young One stops pushing on my
back and readies the camera. I am too tired to sit up. The Leader
puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright. The Young One
says, "Wow... look at them tits now..." I look down and see both of
my large teats are fat and erect, jutting out sharply from the
fullness of my round and reddened breasts.
He says, "You like me playing with your titties, don't you..." He puts
his hands just under my breasts and jiggles them softly back and
forth. "She really has a set, doesn't she...", he says to the Young
One. He pushes them up toward my chin, then lets them fall free. The
camera catches every bounce and jiggle. "Nice, big tits and a good
looking body to boot..." The Leader rubs his hands up and down the
sides of my hips and up over my legs to my thighs. Instinctively, I
try to pull my legs together, but he moves to stand between my knees.
He rubs up and down the top of my thighs, each time going closer to my
crotch. The Young One stops filming and squeezes each of my breasts,
one at a time. The Leader says, "Yes, sir... a good looking body to
boot... and we shouldn't let this go to waste either..."
His words bring me back to reality. I look at both of them as they
leer at me. I feel a sense of helplessness growing again; I am unable
to stop them from looking at me, unable to cover myself. The Leader
steps back and whispers something to the Young One. He grins, replies
"Okay", and goes into the warehouse. The Leader approaches me again.
He looks at me and grins. His stare becomes more and more
uncomfortable. I lean forward slightly and lower my head to avoid eye
contact. When he stands next to me, his hand moves to his crotch. The
outline of his cock is visible through his jeans. He obviously has an
erection or is getting one. His fingers nudge it to a more
comfortable position. He moves his face down to mine and says, "Be a
good girl, now... we're just gonna have a little fun..." The Young
One returns and says, "I told 'em." The Leader steps back, smiles and
says, "Good..."
I am afraid of what I hear and see. I think this ordeal is only
beginning. Still leaning forward I say, "Leave me alone... please
leave me alone... I won't say anything." The Leader says to me, "We
won't hurt you... we're just gonna have a little fun." He tells the
Young One, "Watch her while I see what's going on." He leaves the
office. I stay bent down; I can see my breasts heave as my breathing
slows down. The Young One moves toward me and plays with the tips of
my tits. He says, "We're gonna have some fun with you... real soon,
too... this is gonna be fucking great." He laughs and pinches my
sore nipples.
He steps back, and I lift my head up slightly to see where he is. His
hand is on his crotch, rubbing himself. I see a bulge growing in his
pants. He grins widely as my eyes meet his. He moves back to me.
With one hand rubbing his crotch, his other hand fondles my tits;
rubbing one, then the other. I can't stop his groping. I twist
around and lean forward again trying to avoid him. As he rubs himself
more, the outline of his cock becomes more visible through his jeans.
He stops pawing me and starts to unzip his pants. I say, "Stop it...
stop..." , as he opens his fly and tries to pry his cock free.
Suddenly, the Leader returns and shouts,"Hey... put that away. You're
not the winner. I said the first one finished packing is gonna be
first. I told you just to watch her. You're not old enough for this
yet." The Young One stopped fishing for his cock and zipped up his
pants. I look at the Leader, trying to comprehend what he just said.
He said the winner was going to be first... first at me?!
The Leader steps over to me and says, "I decided to make this into a
contest." He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright.
"The first one of my guys to finish their loading gets a special treat
tonight... He gets to have some time with you... But first we've got
to get you more comfortable..." He tells the Young One, "Go get that
tape." The Leader pulls me off the desk and turns my back to him. He
takes the scissors off the desk, and I feel its cold blade next to my
wrists. When the Young One returns, he holds my arms firmly as the
Leader cuts my bounds.
My freedom does not last for long. The Leader pulls my sweater and
bra off my arms and throws them on the desk before me. The sound of
tape ripping off the roll is soon followed by its wrapping around my
wrists. He pulls my elbows together making my back arch and my chest
lift. He tells the Young One, "Put some tape up here to hold her
elbows together... that'll give her proud tits..." The Young One
adds some tape to hold my elbows tightly in place. He turns me around
to face him.
He picks up the camera and starts filming me. My bound elbows make my
breasts stick out even more now, and my softening nipples are still
erect enough to point up. The Young One picks my bra up off the desk
and holds it up by the shoulder straps. He says, "Look how big this
is...", and he looks at the tag. "Wow! It's a 39D! ...a fuckin'
39D..." The Leader says, "I told you they were at least 38's, didn't
I... she's small, but she can pack 'em..."
His hand moves to my face. His fingers brush down one cheek, over my
lips, and up the other cheek. His fingers lightly move down my neck,
and I feel a chill. He draws an invisible line down between my
breasts then around my left breast. He says, "I know you'll be a good
girl... we're not gonna hurt you..." His finger keeps moving in
tighter and tighter circles on my tit. "We just wanna have a little
fun..." His circling finger reaches my nipple. He massages the
softening nub and says, "Who knows... you might even have some fun
too..."
Realizing what may be in store, I stammer, "No... no... don't hurt
me... leave me alone..." The Leader replied, "Hey, I said we won't
hurt you... we're just gonna have some fun..." At that moment
someone else walks into the office. He is big, sweaty and breathing
hard. The Leader turns and says, "So, you finished your loading?" The
Winner looks at me and says, "You bet... boy, she's a looker, isn't
she... those tits are something else, aren't they... looks like
you've been getting her ready for me, huh... this oughta be real
good..."
The Leader stands aside and says, "Okay, you earned your prize... Just
remember, she's gonna be our friend... so treat her right..." The
Winner walks over and stands in front of me. I feel myself beginning
to tremble. The Leader and the Young One move to either side of me.
The Winner wipes his hands on his pants, trying to clean them. He
looks at me and says, "You didn't lie about them tits, that's for
sure..." He strokes my breasts. I can not move away from his gritty
hands as they scratch my sensitive skin. I whimper, "Don't... you're
hurting me... stop..."
The Winner says, "Don't worry... I'm not gonna spend much time on
your tits... but I wanna see 'em get hard... I heard they get
big..." He strokes both my nipples, pulling at them and shaking them
back and forth. My teats harden. He moves his mouth down to my left
breast and flicks his tongue at my nub. His tongue slides over my
breast, circling the nipple area. He presses his tongue against my
teat, then his lips cover the tip of my breast. He sucks on me. He
fills his mouth with my tit, and his tongue rolls my nub. His mouth
moves to my other tit, and it too is inhaled. As he twirls his tongue
around my nipple, his hand massages the underside of my other tit.
I am getting aroused. I can not stop my body from reacting. He
lathers one tit and shakes the other one back and forth then gives my
nipple a couple of pinches. I am getting so hot from his fondling
that I think I'm going to cum again. He stands back and seems to
admire his work. He says, "Those are some fine tasting titties...
Look at them nipples stick out... Those are almost good enough to
turn me into a tit man..." They are all laughing, and I see two more
men come in. One of them says, "Look at that... oh, fuck... does the
rest of her look as good as those tits?" The Winner says, "I was just
about to find that out..."
His hands roam over my chest, down my belly, then down to rub my
crotch. He turns me around and pulls at my skirt's zipper. I feel my
skirt loosen as he unzips it. He spins me back around. My tits
bounce as he stops me, much to the approval of the others in the
office. He drops to his knees and tugs at the bottom of my skirt. It
slides down, and I open my knees trying to keep it from falling.
"Wait a minute..." the Leader says, "Let me help you with this." He
steps behind me and holds me up by my bound arms. "Yeah... that'll
do it," the Winner says and he gives my skirt another tug. It drops
off my hips, and I feel another rush of cool air as my skirt falls to
my ankles. The other men begin to hoot and holler at the sight of my
skimpy, purple panties.
They all talk at once. I can hear only parts of what they say. They
say, "I could fuck that right now... look at the size of her boobs...
what a fine looking piece of ass... that's made for fucking... I
wanna get at them tits... she can suck my dick anytime..." The
Winner lifts one of my feet out of the skirt and then the other. He
throws my skirt somewhere behind me.
The Winner stands in front of me. His hand touches me just below my
breasts. His hands move over my belly and work their way down. He
moves his hand down to my pantyhose and presses his palm against my
pussy. He says, "Oh, yeah... nice and hot..." He begins to rub his
fingers up and down. "See, I told you I wasn't a tit man..." The
Leader tightens his grip on me as I squirm. He says, "Now be a good
girl... let him have his prize..." The Winner moves his hand to the
top of my pantyhose and reaches between it and my panties.
His fingers rub my pussy through my panties. I can sense my body
responding. My breathing gets deeper. I look up and see the Winner,
looking into my eyes while he continues his exploration. Behind him I
see three or four more men have entered the office. The room is
getting warmer from the heat of their bodies and mine.
The Winner stops fondling my pussy and reaches into his pocket. He
pulls out a pocket knife and says, "It's showtime..." He opens the
knife, pulls out the top of my pantyhose and puts the blade between it
and my hip. He draws the knife down the side of my leg, slicing the
hose open. He repeats the cut on my other side, and my shredded
pantyhose peels down. While the Leader holds me up, the Winner pulls
off my shoes and what's left of my pantyhose. He grabs my foot and
puts my high-heeled shoes back on. He looks up to me and says, "You
look good in shoes... makes your ass look good, too..." I am naked
now, except for my panties and shoes. I've been stripped almost naked
in front of all these men. My bonds give all of them free access to
my body. I'm shaking with fear.
The Winner turns me around so that my back faces the men. He pulls
the sides of my french-cut panties together to expose my butt and
pushes them into my butt crack. He runs his hand over my exposed
buns, admires its tightness and gives me a little whack. The Winner
stands back, so the others can see my ass. The Leader spins me around
to face the men again. There must be five or six of them in the
office now. Others are standing in the doorway or looking in through
the glass wall. I know I'm going to get a lot of attention.
He pulls my shoulders back, and my breasts are drawn up and thrust out
to their full prominence. For once, I wish my tits weren't so large.
All the men stare at my breasts. The Leader says to them, "See what I
said about these tits? They're like cow tits, aren't they... ready
for milking..." He reaches around and bounces one of my breasts,
squeezes it and pinches the nipple to make it pointed. He says,
"She's got 39 inch jugs on her... and they don't sag much, do they
boys..." He grabs me by my arms and shakes me. "See how they just
slide around? They don't sag, but they sure do wiggle, don't they..."
I look around the room. Every man is focused on me, watching every
movement of my breasts.
He walks me around the office, taking me from one man to another. My
tits are easy prey for the men. They take their turns at touching my
breasts, some squeeze, some rub. One of them reaches for my left tit
and gives the nipple a quick tug. My tit jiggles, to everyone's
amusement. He twists my nipple slightly and then pulls it out away
from my body, pinching it hard at the same time. I whine from the
pain, and he releases my nipple. He says, "Oh-h-h, baby... I didn't
want to hurt you none... Let me make it better with some T-L-C..." He
spits on his fingers, and rubs his fingertips together covering them
with his saliva.
He rubs his wetness on the tips of my breasts. His fingers slide back
and forth over my nipples. His lubrication brings a higher level of
excitement to my breasts. His saliva makes the air cooler against my
flesh. He's rolling my erect teats under his index fingers. He
plucks at them, and the others cheer and move closer. He pulls it a
few more times before the Leader moves me on. The men whistle as I am
paraded in front of them. My heavy tits bob with each step. Other
hands reach out to fondle my exposed breasts and buttocks.
He takes me over to the glass wall and pushes me against it. My
breasts are mashed against the cold glass. I know my nipples will
react. Someone on the other side of the wall taps on the glass where
my nipples are pressed. I feel the vibration radiate through my
breasts. The coldness of the glass makes my nipples tingle. He moves
his mouth down to my squashed tits and licks at my nipples through the
glass. The Leader spins me around to face him. The cold glass now
presses against my bound hands and my exposed ass. He says, "I told
these guys you had some of the biggest nipples I've seen in a long
time... but it looks like you're trying to make a liar outta me...
we've got to prove to these guys that I don't lie, now don't we,
baby..."
I weakly mutter, "No...", but the Leader pulls me to the center of the
office. He says, "Do you remember what we did earlier, baby?...
remember how it started?... You don't? Oh, Big Tits... how could
you forget something like that? Well, maybe you remember what you
were doing. Remember? You were sitting on the desk... and you were
bending over... you were bent over, and your tits were hanging down."
Some of the men chuckle. Many of them are staring at my breasts and
smiling as they try to imagine the sight of my hanging boobs.
"The guys wanna see it", the Leader says, "...don't you guys?" The men
rumble with approval. The Leader says, "We can't disappoint the guys,
can we, baby... they wanna see how big your nipples get..." He
kneels in front of me, about three feet away. He says, "We'll do it
just like before, baby... except this time your gonna be standing...
now, bend over for me... bend over and let those titties hang..."
I realize I'm not going to get out of this. I have to cooperate. I
have to put on this show. I have to let him abuse me again. The men
are going to watch. I bend forward slowly. The Leader says,
"Lower... lower... lower..." The lower I bend, the more my ass
sticks up, forcing my panties deeper into my butt crack. I bend over
until my chest is parallel with the floor. My breasts point toward
the floor and dangle in front of my nose.
The men are enjoying the pose. The Young One kneels to get a better
shot. The Leader says to him, "Why don't you lay down on the floor
under her tits and shoot from there?" He crawls below me and aims the
camera up. An arm reaches down and bounces my left tit in his hand.
Someone says, "Here... you can focus on this..." The men laugh.
The light from another video camera comes on, and someone says, "We
can use another camera, here... we gotta get a shot from the side
too..." The men move around to get a better view. Some kneel to get
eye level with my swaying boobs. Someone's hand rubs over my exposed
ass; first one cheek, then the other. He says, "Maybe we should get
another camera for her ass, too!" I feel him pulling up on the
waistband of my panties to wedge the material deeper into my crack.
More hands are on my ass, and someone says, "I could fuck this bitch's
ass right now..."
The Leader gets my attention when he tweaks the nipples of my hanging
breasts. He looks up to me and says, "Ready for the good stuff again,
baby?" He inserts his hand between my dangling breasts and wiggles it
up to my chest. He keeps wiggling his hand and slowly moves it back
down until he's slapping the fleshy part of my tits. He pulls his
hand out and quickly slaps the outside of my left tit with one hand
follows it with a slap to my right tit with his other hand.
He bangs them roughly back and forth a few times, then returns his
hand between my hanging tits and slaps their insides some more. I
feel no pleasure in the pain from his slaps. I hold my breath as he
slaps the outsides of my tits again, rocking them side to side. His
hands move lower until his fingers slap at the tips of my breasts. He
hits my nipples a few times, and the sharp pain makes me raise to move
my nipples away.
He says, "Why are you pulling away, baby?... you know how much you
like this..." He says to someone, "She needs some help... hold her
down a little more..." A hand presses down on my back. I'm bent over
until my breasts are again in the Leader's control. He softly
squeezes my stiff teats and rolls them between his fingers. He says,
"You know you like this, baby... you like this a lot..." He raises
his voice and says, "While you guys may think her nipples were already
big... well, Big Tits and I know what makes 'em bigger... don't we,
baby..." He grabs each of my nipples from below, pinches the areolas
up around my nubs and shakes my tits back and forth a little. The
Leader asks the Young One, "You getting all of this? Can you see her
tits move?" The Young One says, "Oh yeah, man... this is great..."
The Leader says, "Well hang on to that camera... we're gonna go into
high gear now!"
He pinches the tips of my breasts hard and pulls them down. As he
stretches my breasts, his middle fingers flick at my nubs. Either I'm
getting accustomed to the pain, or the pleasure I feel when he flicks
my nipples is getting stronger. He lets go, and my breasts spring up.
His fingers seize my hard nubs, and he yanks my breasts down again,
letting my nubs slide free from his pinch. He plucks at both my nubs
several times before he starts to pull down on them one at a time. A
heightened pleasure fills my breast each time my nub is tugged. He
says, "See what I said... I told you these cow tits were made for
milking..." The men roar with laughter. The other camera moves close
to the side of my right tit. He's filming just the tip of my breast,
holding the camera steady while my breast is stretches down and pops
up.
The Leader stops his assault and gently rubs his fingertips over the
tips of my sensitive nubs. As the pain subsides, it's replaced with a
growing arousal. The Leader whispers to me, "Does this feel better,
baby... do you like these soft strokes..." He gently rolls my nubs
between his thumb and forefinger and whispers, "Or do you like this
better... when I play with your nipples a little bit..." I have to
admit it; he's increasing my arousal by rolling my teats.
I plead, "Please... stop... let me go..." The Leader whispers,
"Don't you like this, baby... maybe it's still not right..." He
increases the pressure of his fingers on my nubs. A moan escapes from
my throat. He says, "See... you don't want me to stop... you like
what I'm doing, don't you... you like this, don't you, baby... tell
the truth... tell me you like this... tell me you like this,
baby..." He pinches my nubs tightly and twists them.
I give out a loud cry from the pleasurable pain. He whispers, "Tell
me you like this, baby... tell me..." I try to whisper, but have to
almost shout, "I like it... I like it..." The Leader speaks louder
so his men can hear and says, "What do you like, baby... tell me
exactly what you like..." He squeezes my nubs hard and pulls them
down a little. The sensation is overwhelming. My body starts to
shake, and I sense a climax building. My voice crackles as I shout,
"I like... I like it when... you pinch... my tits..." I said it.
Everyone heard me, but I no longer care.
The Leader again whispers, "Good girl... you're a good girl... I
know you like it when I pinch your tits... now that you said it...
everybody here knows... so you don't have to pretend this hurts...
this feels good, doesn't it, baby..." He stops squeezing and starts
to pinch my nipples over and over. I say, "Yes... it feels good..."
He says, "Do you want more, baby... do you want more..." I know I'm
close to another climax. I want it to happen. I want to cum.
I say, "Yes... I want more... give me more... pull my tits...
pinch my nipples..." The men are enjoying this; seeing my tits
grabbed and hearing me ask for more. The Leader says, "Okay, baby...
okay, Big Tits... I'll give you what you want..." He grabs the tips
of my breasts with his fingers and starts to shake them. His fingers
slide further off my tips, until they hold only my nubs. He shakes my
boobs harder and harder, and squeezes my nubs tighter and tighter. The
men howl as my tit flesh wiggles. My nipples are on fire, and I hear
myself grunting loudly.
With one last tug, he pulls away and says, "Pull her up..." Someone
grabs me by the arms and stands me up. The men cheer when they see my
big, hard teats standing at attention. I gasp for air, as my near
climax fades. My nipples are throbbing. The man holding me pulls my
arms closer together behind me, and my chest lifts higher still. He
moves to my side and peers over my shoulder to enjoy the sight
himself. He shakes me to make my big tits wobble for the crowd.
The cameras are making a record of my hard, pointed nipples atop my
big, firm tits. My mind drifts, as the men talk about me and fondle
my breasts. They will probably play this video many times and show it
to countless men. I know they'll all want me. They'll want to
squeeze these tits of mine and pull or suck on my nipples. I also
know these men here aren't going to stop now. They're too worked up
from watching the Leader fondle me.
I can sense their lust building around me. I will have to satisfy
some of them before they leave me alone. I don't want to fuck them
all. There're too many. Maybe they'll only want blowjobs. I could
do that, if I had to. Maybe they'll only want to fondle me some more.
There's not much more of me to see. But, they will have their way. I
know I can't stop them. I may as well get it over with as quickly as
possible. I calm down and try to relax a little bit.
The man holding me from behind lets go of my arms, reaches around to
cover my breasts with his hands and pulls me back against his body.
His hands move to below my tits, and his thumbs press against the
outsides of my breasts. He squeezes my tits at their base. My senses
return, and I think I can feel his cock against my back. My heavy
breasts are shaken up and down. The men cheer him on. The cameras
record it all. From behind me I hear him say, "Man, are these tits
nice..." He stops shaking them and squeezes them over and over. "This
feels good," he says. "There's a lot to squeeze here." He shakes
them again, then cups them in his hands and draws them up. He eases
the pressure slightly, and my breasts slowly slide down.
There's an intense sensation as my rock hard nipples encounter his
palms and my teats fold up as my falling tits rub against his hand. I
hear myself softly say, "O-o-o-o-o...", then hope no one else heard
me. He draws my boobs back up, and they slide under his hands again.
A wave of pleasure flows over me. I hear him moan softly as my
nipples are dragged against his hand. He rubs himself against my
back. Another "O-o-o-o-o..." comes from me, this one a little bit
louder. I'm ashamed at my reaction, but I can't deny my arousal. A
third time he pulls my breasts up and lets their weight pull my
sensitive nipples under his hands.
Before my aching nubs slide free, his fingers grasp them. He rubs
them between his forefinger and thumb. I have to take short breathes
through my mouth. Each time I exhale, a low gutteral moan rattles in
my throat. I'm enjoying this. I'm enjoying the excitement he gives
to my nipples. He pinches them slightly and pulls them up, lifting my
breasts up. He twists my nipples and pulls them outward. I feel a
sharp pain and give out a loud moan. His fingers release their hold,
and my heavy breasts drop. As the jiggling of my breasts stop, I am
shocked to see how big my teats are. They must be 3/4 of an inch long
now, jutting tense and erect from the tips of my breasts.
The Leader grabs hold of my right nipple and says, "Let's get going."
He leads me around by the tit, through the men and back to the desk.
My head spins as he moves me to the left and right by tugging on my
nipple. I'm getting a little bit scared of not knowing what will
happen next, but I also can't deny a heightened sense of arousal. I
should not be getting turned on, but being almost naked in a room full
of strangers, my hands uselessly bound behind me and the abuse and
fondling of my breasts over the past hour has gotten something started
inside me that I can't seem to stop. As we walk to the desk, he
pinches and tugs at my nipple, taking my arousal to a higher level of
excitement. I'm not sure I even want to stop my arousal.
The Leader spins me to face the men, and his hands scoop up my big
breasts. He squeezes them tightly, with both hands, avoiding my
nipples. He moves his index fingers up to my nipples and drags his
fingernails over the skin around my nipples. His nails drag along the
sides of my sensitive buds, and I shudder uncontrollably with
pleasure. He squeezes my left tit firmly, and his other hand moves
down my belly and over my pussy. He rubs me through my panties. He
says, "Check it out... she's already wet..." He brings his hand up
to my nose, and I smell my own juices. He says, "I say she's ready!"
The Winner steps back up to me, and the Leader and the Young One stand
on either side of me to hold me still. The Winner pulls the front
waistband of my panties up and watches as the material stretches over
my pussy and begins to press between my cunt lips. He says, "I also
heard you got to feeling real good earlier..." His palm of his other
hand rubs roughly over my tits as he winks at me. "Well, I'm gonna
make you feel good too..." He lets go of my waistband and slides his
hand down to my pussy. He rubs me through my panties and says, "I'll
make you feel good... but in my own way..."
His hand moves between my legs, and I pull them tightly together. He
says, "Hey... don't you want to feel good again?... it'll be a lot
easier if you help a little..." I say, "No! Leave me alone... don't
touch me anymore..." The Leader moves to my side and faces me. He
says, "I told you we won't hurt you... take it easy..." He quickly
wedges his foot between my legs and pins me against the desk. The
Young One puts his foot in the space, too. They each move their leg
from my side, pulling with it one of mine. Pinned against the desk, I
can not free my legs from theirs. Soon my feet are spread a couple of
feet apart.
The Winner approaches me once more. He palms my breasts roughly
again, pushing them around and teasing my still hard nipples. He
says, "Now take it easy... I won't hurt you... this won't take
long..." He pinches one of my nipples hard, and at the same time his
other hand returns to my pussy. With my legs pinned apart, he has
easy access. His fingers massage my vulva through my panties. He
traces my panties down to the gap between my legs. He puts two
fingers under the narrow of my panties and slides them up to my pussy.
He rubs them over my pubic hair and up to the waistband.
His other hand resumes its fondling of my breasts, though more gently
this time. His fingertips draw slow circles on the outer edges of my
breast and slowly spiral closer to its erect nipple. He holds it
between two fingers and lightly strokes the nub slowly back and forth
with another finger. At times he pauses, pinches the nipple between
his fingers and pulls it away from my body. The feeling is intense,
yet pleasurable.
He repeats the process and moves from one tit to the other. So
intense is this feeling, I do not notice his fingers in my panties
moving down and over my cunt lips. The pleasure in my breasts is
interrupted when his finger rubs across my slit. He slides one finger
along my slit, slowly working it between my lips. He slides it up and
down with more and more pressure. He pulls it up until it brushes
against my clit. When he touches it, I have an uncontrollable shudder
and a long moaning sound escapes from my throat. When he sees me
react, he pulls on my nipple and shakes my tit around. Both my
breasts and pussy are getting aroused.
He continues to massage my pussy lips. His finger glides easily
between my lips, lubricated by my own juices. His finger slides into
my cunt while his palm massages my clit. I have to respond. I relax
my legs by reflex. He shakes my tit again, and I breath deeply, then
let out a low moan. He says to me, "You're liking this, aren't you...
I told you I was gonna make you feel good too..." He pulls his hand
out of my panties and says, "Well you ain't seen nothing yet..."
His knife reappears. He pulls the thin waistband of my panties away
from my hip, slides the knife over it and cuts it apart. He moves to
the waistband on my other hip, holds it in his hand and cuts it too.
The front of my panties falls down and bares my patch of black pubic
hair. The men groan in approval at finally seeing me completely
naked, except for my high-heeled shoes. The Winner reaches between my
legs, grabs my hanging panties and pulls them free from my butt
cheeks. He finds what was once their front and shows me the wetness
it caught from my pussy. He tosses it to the men behind him, and they
pass it around, some smelling my juices.
The Winner returns his attention to me. Both his hands roam over my
neck and breasts. He sucks on one tit, while pinching and shaking the
other, then he switches. The feeling is incredibly intense. After
lathering each nipple to renew its hardness, he kisses my neck, throat
and cleavage. He kisses and licks the bottom of my breasts, then he
continues kissing and licking down my belly. He pauses for a moment
as he drops down to his knees. His mouth is level with my belly
button. He kisses it and sticks in his tongue. He looks up to me and
says, "Now this is what I like..."
He kisses my belly button again, and then follows it with another, but
just a bit lower. His lips make their way down to my pubic hairs, and
he keeps going down my mound until he is pressing his lips on my
vulva. His breath is warm against my pussy lips. He pulls my lips
apart with his fingers, then kisses my clit. I feel a large rush of
excitement, and it is followed by a body shaking shudder as he follows
the kiss with a darting tongue against my clit. The others notice my
shudder and react with cheers and chants to encourage the Winner's
assault. His tongue moves up and down my slit, forcing itself past my
pussy lips. I am so aroused, I notice I've spread my legs further
apart so they're no longer be held by the Leader and the Young One.
The Leader moves to my side. He watches the Winner work on my pussy.
He watches my breasts heave as I gasp for air. His hand moves over to
tickle the bottom of my left breast. I close my eyes, giving in to
the lust they have finally aroused within me. The Winner's tongue
keeps moving its way deeper into my pussy. The Leader is rubbing his
hand around my breast and over my nipple. The Young One even joins in
and squeezes the tip of my right breast, twirling my teat around.
The Leader whispers to me, "Hey, baby... I told you we take care of
our friends... friends want friends to feel good, right?... Well, I
think we can make this more comfortable for you, now..." The Leader
moves behind me, and I feel him pulling my bound arms over toward him.
The next thing I hear and feel is the tape being pulled off my wrists.
He cuts it off freeing my arms. I put my arms down on the desktop to
brace myself better.
The Winner sees this and more aggressively licks my pussy. He moves
back to my clit, licking and sucking it with authority. I lean back
over the desk as the Winner gives my clit more action than it has seen
in months. I lean back over the desk so far that the Young One and
the Leader can not now reach my breasts. Everything is focused on the
pleasurable feelings coming from my pussy. The men become so quiet,
all I hear is the Winner's slurping and my breathing. I watch my
breasts quivering with each short breath.
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