MasukThe teasing touches continued…fingertips sliding along the edge of my panties, tracing the damp fabric without pressing in…palms gliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the top, hot breath fanning over my throat as someone leaned in to inhale against my pulse point.My body felt like it was vibrating, stretched tight on the edge of something huge, suspended in the thick silence broken only by my own uneven breaths and their quiet, appreciative sounds.No one had even really touched me yet….not where I needed it most and I was already coming apart.The blindfold turned every touch into a surprise, every breath into a spark. I was trembling now, small shivers I couldn’t hide, my thighs were still held open by firm hands that refused to let me close them.Then two hands slid fully under my top at the same time…one from each side, pushing the fabric up slowly until it bunched beneath my arms. Cool air rushed over my bare stomach, then higher, until my bre
I hesitated for half a second, then brought my wrists together at my back. The room went quieter….even the drip from a leaky showerhead in the corner seemed louder. Jake stepped behind me, close enough that I felt the warmth of his chest against my shoulder blades. He wrapped the tape once, twice, three times, it was tight, but not cruel. The adhesive pulled at the fine hairs on my arms as he pressed the end down flat.He gave a gentle tug to test it, and my shoulders pulled back involuntarily, chest lifting. A couple of low whistles floated from the circle.Tyler stepped forward next, holding a plain black bandana he’d pulled from his locker. “Eyes too,” he said, almost apologetic, but his grin gave him away. He folded it once, then tied it snug over my eyes. The fabric smelled faintly of laundry detergent and sweat. Darkness swallowed everything….he locker room lights vanished, leaving only the sounds, their breathing, the creak of benches and someone’s cleats scuffing the floor.I
IdiaI stepped into the locker room, the heavy metal door creaking shut behind me with a loud clang that echoed off the tiled walls. The air hit me first…thick with the sharp tang of sweat, mixed with the faint metallic bite of old equipment and the lingering scent of body spray from earlier practices. My sneakers squeaked against the damp floor as I paused just inside the threshold, clutching the straps of my gym bag tighter.The football team was already there, sprawled across the benches in various states of undress. Jerseys hung loosely on hooks, shoulder pads scattered like discarded armor, and towels draped over laps or shoulders.A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward me at once, conversations dying mid-sentence. The room suddenly felt smaller, hotter, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting harsh shadows on their grinning faces.Jake, the quarterback, leaned back against a locker, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a slow smirk spreading as he looked me up and down.
Jay's cock filled my ass completely, the thickness of him forcing my walls to stretch wider than before, every vein pulsing against the sensitive lining. I felt the burn intensify, a deep ache that radiated through my hips, but he didn't move right away. Instead, he held there, buried to the root, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts from behind. His fingers found my nipples….already tender and swollen from the earlier abuse and he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers, not twisting yet, just pressing steadily, the pressure building until I squirmed, a low whine building in my chest.Tony's cock thrust into my mouth, the head bumping the back of my throat with each push, his hips rolling in a steady cadence that made saliva drip from the corners of my lips. I swallowed around him reflexively, the muscles in my throat contracting, which drew a hiss from him. “Good girl, just like that,” he murmured, one hand tangling in my hair to guide my head, pulling me forwa
The pain shot straight to my core, mingling with the lingering throb in my pussy. Jerry didn't wait… he pushed forward, the tip of his cock breaching me inch by agonizing inch. I bit my lip, tasting blood, as the stretch burned, my ring of muscle yielding unwillingly around his girth. “Fuck, she's gripping me,” Jerry groaned, pausing halfway to let me adjust or torment me further. Sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping onto the table as I panted, trying to breathe through the fullness invading me.Jay laughed low, twisting my nipple harder, pulling it outward until it elongated, the skin taut and stinging. My hips bucked involuntarily, which only drove Jerry deeper. He slammed the rest in with one brutal thrust, his hips colliding with my ass, balls smacking against my soaked folds. The impact jolted me forward, my cheek grinding into the wood, a raw yelp tearing from my throat. Pain exploded, white-hot, radiating from my ass outward, but beneath it, a dark spark ignited, my body bet
Sarah The dim light of the basement filtered through the haze of cigarette smoke, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. I stood in the corner, my back pressed against the cool wall, heart pounding as I watched the group of men circle the room. They'd invited me here under the pretense of a private party, promising drinks and laughter, but the air felt thick with something darker, something that made my skin prickle.One of them, Jay, the tallest with tattoos snaking up his arms, caught my eye first. He grinned, handing me a glass of whiskey. “Loosen up, Sarah,” he said, his voice low and rough. I sipped it anyway, the warmth spreading through my chest, dulling the edges of my nerves. The others…. Jerry with his shaved head, Tony lean and smirking, joined us, their hands brushing my shoulders, my waist, as they laughed about some inside joke I didn't get.We played cards at a rickety table, the stakes rising with each round. Losers drank shots, and I lost more than I won.







