by Lisa Reid
Following a couple of hours, Samantha got up and it was nearly evening...When she recovered her senses, she was perplexed to find that her sheets were off and the shirt that she slipped into before sleeping, was bundled over her chest uncovering her succulent luscious milk buckets. With a few hands feeling her statuesque seductive figure, she realized that her panties were slid down her ankles. Shocked beyond imaginations, she desperately inhaled to shout. All of a sudden, she was muffled by a hand that was wrapped up with coarse gloves and restricted her voices.
“The bitch is awake,” one of the voices murmured in a low filthy tone, and she at long last looked upon her various impassioned takers. Again within a couple of moments, another cruel, demanding tone expressed: “Give me her underwear.” Accordingly, her eyes widened in sheer fear shuddering in frustration and outrage; her panties pulled away from her ankles and were swaddled in her mouth restricting her strenuous attempts to scream. The three sets of hands viciously moved all over her lush body. Regardless of being pinned down on the bed, she was unbelievably turned on by the brutalities. All of a sudden, it flashed in her mind that these conditions resembled one of the sensual stories she read before nodding off. Desperately she thought: “Am I daydreaming? Is it truly occurring?” She petrified in dread and chills spouted through her spines, yet she couldn’t deny the turn on. Be that as it may, she concluded that she would keep on cooperating as long as they didn’t want to hurt her. Tragically, in her restrainment, she was unable admit her sentiments, thus just squirmed as they violated her seductive body.
While numerous fingers squeezed her nipples hard, kneading them brutally, tears overwhelmed her eyes. Be that as it may, the equivalent abusing shot thrilling electric desire straight through her pussy. Arching her back and foot on the bed, she desperately attempted to adjust the torments. The fingers tugged her nipples skyward, step by step stretching out her luscious udders. Despite dread seething through her veins, she was exceedingly horny at how her alluring lavish body responded to the violations and maybe wanted some more. A perverted part of her mind demonstrated her that she was so deviant.
In the event that they had released her of her gagged underwear, she’d be beseeching for their cock, urging them to proceed with their cruel play. Feeling dizzy and precarious as those hands slid up her inward thighs, she felt two coarse fingers separating her labia and thrusting in her pussy.
“Good Lord! This bitch is enjoying! She’s already soaked and prepared,” an unpleasant voice mumbled, “You like this, don’t you whore?”
Samantha’s rich body began to respond to the name and as the fingers infiltrated somewhere inside her rosebuds. She groaned a cry from her panty-gag. Eventually, those men laughed naughtily as she squirmed in ecstasy maybe requesting more brutalities. Immediately, mouths secured her nipples and sucked her succulent, tasty udders hard while another tongue examined her lavish pussy. She sensed being in indescribable ecstatic paradise and she relaxed for a moment since they were not going to hurt her. Feeling horrendously unbelievable, her revulsions and fears retreated behind the walls of her unrestrained wild desires. As their mouth kept teasing her pussy and sucking on her nipples and areola, Samantha burned again in volcanic desire and shuddered in seething allurement and wild lust.
Once more, with one man’s finger attacking and probing the wetness of her pussy, combined with all the oral incitement of the other two, it was inevitable that Samantha would encounter another overwhelming ejaculation. Furthermore, when she suspended with ecstatic joy, her body arched and shuddered in bliss. She shouted and groaned in wonderful enjoyment. At last, the men wickedly giggled out loud triumphantly for they realized that they had enkindled the botch in heat in her. As she watched them strip off their garments, she burned with savage wants. At the point when one of the men grasped her hips and turned her over, she opposed him to their sheer surprise. Eventually, an overwhelming slap arrived on her hemispherical ass mounds immobilizing her and stopping her rebellion. In any case, it never stopped her excitement.
At the point when they held her hands behind her back, she found that preferably arousing over being terrifying. This was something exciting as she was totally vulnerable before three hunky studs loaded up with potent sperm. Knowing her unguarded state, they removed the panty-gag from her mouth. Getting her only opportunity to start an exchange, she promptly asked and cried: “Please you don’t need to... UMPH!” But her endeavors were all futile and landed on deaf ears. At last, she understood that they removed the panty-gag to stuff her mouth with one of their cock. Within seconds and without wasting no time, that stud began to fuck her luscious mouth and asserted: “Stop battling it, bitch! Enjoy it!” As he infiltrated profound into her throat, she felt as though he was pumping out air from her lungs. She got gagged on that mammoth cock. Feeling a flash of discontent, she thought to advise them: “You don’t need to be so unpleasant! I’ll cooperate!” But they appeared to extricate a great deal of delight out of her helpless and vulnerable state and clearly, she also couldn’t have denied it either. Samantha felt so frightened that she had no control over her savage wants and lust-filled wishes.
At the point when the hunk released her mouth from his glorious shaft, Samantha coughed spilled heaps of saliva. At that point, they lifted her up straddling on one of them who lay on the bed with his thick gigantic fat cock pointing the roof excitedly waiting to attack her ready and ever delicious rosebuds. At the point when they brought down her onto him, she groaned and shouted vigorously. Besides, her tightness deliciously enveloping his hot and erect fuck meat made Samantha pass out from the subsequent joys. As the two groaned in joy and delight, the delicateness and wetness of her pussy sucked him inside her. She understood the regions in her pussy that she was so urgent to encounter. Grabbing her juicy bosoms, he invaded somewhere down in her and she felt as though she were pierced on his extra large cock. From that point, he squeezed her nipples and she whimpered in consequent excitement and delight as he settled himself comfortably underneath her. All of a sudden, Samantha felt a leather-like belt in her mouth, which she understood to be a gag with a wide round opening. At the point when one of the men stuffed her mouth again with his massive powerful cock, she understood that he wanted to get a blowjob from her while his mates would be occupied with examining her cavities with their fuck meats.
Obviously, with her hands locked behind her back, Samantha had no administration over the deep throated blowjob. Understanding this, the strong hunk shoved his way more profound into her throat, which scared Samantha as she had never attempted gagged on deep throat previously. The hunky man appeared to barely think about her alarming groans and proceeded with his cocky invasion over her throat. Working all through her juicy and warm mouth, pummeling further and more profound into her throat and finally making her gag was the ordeal. All of a sudden, she was occupied by certain developments in her butt hole and she shuddered to acknowledge something vile and long thrusting against her anal pit. Instantaneously, Samantha’s seductive body got crippled in fear when she reviewed one of her dreams wherein she hungered for to be air locked in all of her bodily cavities.
She shouted as the cock started squeezing into her butt nugget, stretching the hole with anguishing torment. Detecting her distress, the hunk attacking her virgin ass, applied some lube on his dick and Samantha detected the oily, smooth internal development of the pole in her butt-hole. Her vocal reverberation got away from her body in groans. Also, it just vibrated the cock deep siphoning into her mouth, making the hunk groan in electrifying sensation and urging him to fuck her throat with his cock further and deeper. At last, when she had her nose squeezed against his crotch, she smelled the musky powerful damp with sweat fragrance of his body further intensifying her excitement. She was in an insidiously difficult state, yet volcanic desire consumed her body with an ideal blend of agony and delight. She was not able decide what was the trickier for her, the fuck meat attacking her throat or the fuck pole attacking her virgin tight anal pit. Tears
spouted through her eyes flooding her cheeks and all the three hunks began their thrilling thrust all through her body drilling out sensational ecstasy and pleasure juices and sensual reverberation.
While her ass burned and clenched in an alluring blend of torment and joy, her pussy felt amazingly great. Furthermore, having a mammoth strong cock stuffed in her mouth just caused her to acknowledge how satisfied she could be. Truth to be told, in sheer allurement and bubbling desire she wished, if she not had the gag in her mouth, she could have demonstrated her greatness with her mouth. Groaning between thrusting bodies, Samantha sensed the undeniable irritation easing and she was getting encompassed by a significant sentiment of ecstatic delight. Every one of her cavities tightened convulsively as short waves of euphoria shuddered her seductive structure. In spite of the fact that, she was not emitting her juices, she just felt like little tremors in precession to a shattering quake. Additionally, she wanted for her significant senses of thrilling joy not to finish up too soon.
Samantha couldn’t think straight, and she couldn’t inhale straight. Everything she could inhale was her hunky man’s musky sweat-soaked smell of his crotch and shaft. Everything she could believe were the throbbing sensations her seductive body was encountering because of the extraordinary satisfaction of her cavities. Moreover, everything she could feel was lubricated cocks moving all through her cavities, strongly pleasuring her. Most likely, hurting her a bit; however, her joys vanquished the torment with each conceivable development. Continuously, Samantha edged to her sexual freedom and her body shook in delights of the most elevated paradise. Besides, within seconds of her overwhelming orgasm, she felt a burning tingle entering further inside her pits with each pressurizing thrust. Her clit thrummed against the hunky man underneath her as she rode him. With a shout, she felt herself significantly falling over the edge gradually, each vein in her seductive body tauter in ecstasy as her pits gagged on the poles satisfying her. One, two, three, in a steady progression, the hunky men orgasmed inside her cavities, first one in her mouth, the second one in her pussy and the third one in her ass; not at the same time yet more or less simultaneously. Moreover, each of the ejaculations drove her further up towards magnificent delight gasping for air. At last, the powerful man pulled himself from her mouth and she all of a sudden fell on the chest of the man she was riding.
Abruptly, one of the voices murmured in her ears: “Welcome Home, Samantha!” and a chilling wave flushed all through her worn out body. Assembling the last bit of her strength, as she pursued the voice, she was entranced to find that it was that of Hugo’s, her step father’s; goosebumps coursed through her naked skin when she realized her perverted fantasies had been fulfilled in a twisted way. Then again, “Welcome Home, Samantha!” smiled another voice totally shattering her senses. Once more, as she pursued the voice, she petrified in dread to find that it was of Nolan’s, a business associate and friend of his stepfather, who further shouted: “We found your remarks on the online erotic site, and thought you are desperate to have a try at something unusual.” As Hugo and Nolan loosened her arms behind her back, she couldn’t expect a more shock from the Pandora box when she gazed at the smiling face before her and discovered Trent, her family chauffer. As a result, Samantha was astonished, her voice trapped in her throat as she shuddered in tension, euphoria and swallowed in air. At the point when she rolled off of Hugo, she was depleted because of the marathon session and seeping cum from every one of her pits. As the three men gazed at their triumphant victory, they were confused about her responses, yet they were certain that she could never be furious.
At long last, Samantha approved, “You guys are awesome..., but what brought you here?”
Hugo answered: “I discreetly pursued your online comments and feedback and he saw your remark on the adult site where you expressed ‘you won’t keep hold yourself back if life presents you with such an amazing chance’. Well, we’re the party!”
Story 5: Female Requirements – Part 1
Isabella was very nervous and restless. She had trashed her scooty against a police car. If she failed to deposit her bail out fees in the police station, she would be in a lifelong debacle, and her college might even decline the luxury to achieve her scholarship and eventually make her a college dropout - Isabella couldn’t afford the extortionate fees without assistance, and she was too financially distressed to pay toward her tuition. She shifted her weight from foot to foot restlessly, moving apprehensively on the spot outside her step dad’s home, waiting impatiently for him to welcome her inside. Her mother, Jessica Stevens, was a divorcee. It was a couple of months back that she started dating Marcus Ortiz, a board of member in the same company in which she worked. Things went sour when Marcus’s wife filed a divorce in court because of the adulterous relationship between Marcus and Jessica and it was soon settled; Marcus got the divorce and married Jessica. However, Isabella couldn’t accept Marcus as her stepfather because he always was somewhat lecherous and indecent in his approach toward her. That enraged Isabella so much that she even complained about her stepfather’s lascivious approaches to her mother. But Jessica was way beyond to pay any attention to her daughter’s pleas. As a result, Isabella moved out of the family. But fate had some other plans and soon Isabella had to turn to the man who tried to take advantage of her, her stepfather, Marcus Ortiz.
Isabella was a charming youthful college girl - she was a freshman, just turned nineteen with an attractive figure and long dark-colored hair. Behind her glasses, she had bright blue eyes with long lashes. She had a marginally mousy, bibliophile type look, youthful and innocent. She was a studious young girl, hard-working and diligent, however shockingly her attention to her studies declined considerably since she had taken up a job to fulfill her financial needs, and she was making some hard memories putting forth a concentrated effort. Between her class load and the employment that she’d taken to manage and meet her ends financially, she was discovering school a difficult encounter - no medications, alcohol and wild sex for Isabella. She was fortunate if she even got a free night to mingle with friends and peers.
Marcus Ortiz opened the door, gazing his eyes over the mousy young lady standing apprehensively before it. He took in her ample, succulent bosoms and her wide hips, noticing the way in which she meekly looked downwards like she couldn’t exactly force herself to meet his eyes. He grinned fleetingly - he somehow assumed why Isabella was here to see him, yet he felt that he might have the option to help the young girl if she was prepared and enthusiastically consensual to take a little detour to earn her bail out fees.
“Isabella,” he stated, his voice delicate but commanding. “Why not come in and have your seat? I assume that you’re here about the car accident yesterday.”
Grimacing at the word ‘car accidents’, Isabella slipped tentatively into her stepfather’s home office; she sat down opposite to his large oak desk. Marcus some days preferred to work from home and his spacious mansion allowed him the luxury. For a moment, Isabella’s troubled mind was mesmerized by Mr. Ortiz’s hunk physique - he looked so young compared to his fifty years of age. He had a strong, brawny build, with a broad chest and wide shoulders. He had thoughtful grey eyes that wrinkled around the sides as he grinned. There was somewhat salt in his brown hair, yet with his authoritative voice and his English accent, he was the secret fantasy of many girls in the office, that was how Jessica was entrapped in his tempting trance. A blush coated her cheeks as she looked away, bringing down her yearning eyes on her clasped hands.
“I-yes,” Isabella stated in usual her voice calm. “I just... I can’t afford to pay my bail out fees, dad. Is there any way you could help me out? I’ve been diligent, and I promise I’ll return you the favor. I simply needed more time to manage my finances, yet I can’t afford to pay, dad. I can’t.” The unfortunate and poor, young lady was almost teary, her eyes stinging as she wheezed wetly.
Marcus Ortiz just watched her peacefully for a couple of minutes. He folded his enormous hands
together on his work desk. “Well, on the off chance that you had put forth a concentrated effort better, as you say you did, we wouldn’t be in this position. At least you should have been much careful while driving that scooty of yours,” he stated, shaking his head. “Be that as it may, I do feel for you. I know your financial situations, and I know beyond all doubt that your mom still loves you and I’m certainly not in the mood to spoil my relationships with her. Probably, this accident was a chance to mend our relationship. In any case, you should understand that I can’t generally go on favoring you on and on, irrespective of his or her conditions.” He shrugged his wide shoulders regretfully.
Isabella looked crest-fallen and squirmed in her chair, tears streaming down from her eyes as she sobbed, slouching in on herself. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll improve, I promise. What will I do? I won’t be able to bear the cost of my studies and bail out fees; I’ll become a dropout. Isn’t there any way? I’ll do anything.” Isabella begged in her desperation.
Those sweet words, yet earnest pleas resembled music to Mr. Marcus’s ears when he gazed at her helplessly. The step father could feel his cock throbbing just from watching her cry. Reaching under his desk, he gave himself a speedy squeeze as he watched her, pretending that he was wondering and reviewing his options. After a little delay, he grinned mischievously.
“Well,” he stated, “You have an option. I believe that you’re simply in need of a desperate... direction. A little counsel. Somebody to deal with your time all the more efficiently and ensure you are responsible for your life more diligently. Somebody to punish you, if the need be.”