18-05-2019, 02:22 PM
The park was already full to its capacity, with a central clearing where the mob would perform. He guided me towards the boundary of the central park where there was a raised platform for people standing in the distance to observe the centre. There were already many people on the platform, but still he pushed me, asking me to climb.
"Wh...y?" I looked at him. It was the first clear look I had of his face. Fair but unshaven, he looked like a well off person, and my guess was that he would be in his early twenties.
"Just climb up," he snarled into my ear, pushing me towards the platform with his hand against my ass. Another young man, who was already on the platform extended his hand to help me climb. I felt the first man cup my ass cheek tightly as I was pulled and pushed onto the platform.
Before I could get my bearings I was surrounded by four men. The man who had brought me all the way was standing behind me. Then there were two men on either side and the one who had pulled me up was in front of me. They were all of the same age group and looked educated; they were not like the low-class vendors.
"What is this nonsense?" I finally managed to speak.
"What?" said the one on my right.
"Why have you brought me here?"
"To enjoy your slutiness, you bitch," snarled the one behind me, slapping my ass cheek. I was shocked. The feeling of apprehension was fast growing back on me. I looked around to see my surroundings. We were on a platform that was at the extreme edge of the park with a wall right behind us. It was completely filled with men.
"I'll shout for help, you can't do anything here in all this rush," I said with all courage I could muster.
"When you can enjoy in this rush, why can't we?" asked the one behind me. The others laughed.
"Wh..at? What do you mean?"
"I saw you at the book-w,.'," he said, "you were putting on quite a show there, weren't you bitch?"
The others were still laughing.
I mumbled for words. He continued, "Exposing yourself to low-class men, that's what turns you on, right?"
His hand poked through the gap between my right hand and my body to reach my right breast, which he cupped forcefully, this time with his palm.
"Ouch!" I groaned in pain and confusion.
"Listen bitch, we see high-class whores like you here all the time," he said, mauling my breast with a constant kneading motion. "We just want to have some fun too!"
"Here? How?" I heard myself asking, intrigued by a sense of helplessness and of being referred to as a bitch and a whore!
"You'll suck our dicks here!"
Before I could say or understand anything, I felt his hands travel to my shoulders and push me down. I was now kneeling down in between the four men. I did not know whether to shout for help, attract attention of others or just sit there. I looked up and all I could see were the four men who were completely surrounding me, blocking any view to and from outside.
My dilemma was soon solved as the guy standing in front of me turned around to face me. I was kneeling such that my eyes were at level with his groin. Then he took out his penis from within in pants in a matter of seconds but it was as if I saw it happen in slow motion. My eyes were fixated on his groin as he reached down to unzip his trousers, that sound of his zipper going down made me salivate as one would on seeing delicious food. Then with on flicking motion of his right hand, he took out his penis, which was semi-erect, forcing him to manoeuvre his hand and pelvis to get it out completely. It was black and average-sized. I could see the tips of his pubic hair jutting out from the edges of his zipper.
"Wh...y?" I looked at him. It was the first clear look I had of his face. Fair but unshaven, he looked like a well off person, and my guess was that he would be in his early twenties.
"Just climb up," he snarled into my ear, pushing me towards the platform with his hand against my ass. Another young man, who was already on the platform extended his hand to help me climb. I felt the first man cup my ass cheek tightly as I was pulled and pushed onto the platform.
Before I could get my bearings I was surrounded by four men. The man who had brought me all the way was standing behind me. Then there were two men on either side and the one who had pulled me up was in front of me. They were all of the same age group and looked educated; they were not like the low-class vendors.
"What is this nonsense?" I finally managed to speak.
"What?" said the one on my right.
"Why have you brought me here?"
"To enjoy your slutiness, you bitch," snarled the one behind me, slapping my ass cheek. I was shocked. The feeling of apprehension was fast growing back on me. I looked around to see my surroundings. We were on a platform that was at the extreme edge of the park with a wall right behind us. It was completely filled with men.
"I'll shout for help, you can't do anything here in all this rush," I said with all courage I could muster.
"When you can enjoy in this rush, why can't we?" asked the one behind me. The others laughed.
"Wh..at? What do you mean?"
"I saw you at the book-w,.'," he said, "you were putting on quite a show there, weren't you bitch?"
The others were still laughing.
I mumbled for words. He continued, "Exposing yourself to low-class men, that's what turns you on, right?"
His hand poked through the gap between my right hand and my body to reach my right breast, which he cupped forcefully, this time with his palm.
"Ouch!" I groaned in pain and confusion.
"Listen bitch, we see high-class whores like you here all the time," he said, mauling my breast with a constant kneading motion. "We just want to have some fun too!"
"Here? How?" I heard myself asking, intrigued by a sense of helplessness and of being referred to as a bitch and a whore!
"You'll suck our dicks here!"
Before I could say or understand anything, I felt his hands travel to my shoulders and push me down. I was now kneeling down in between the four men. I did not know whether to shout for help, attract attention of others or just sit there. I looked up and all I could see were the four men who were completely surrounding me, blocking any view to and from outside.
My dilemma was soon solved as the guy standing in front of me turned around to face me. I was kneeling such that my eyes were at level with his groin. Then he took out his penis from within in pants in a matter of seconds but it was as if I saw it happen in slow motion. My eyes were fixated on his groin as he reached down to unzip his trousers, that sound of his zipper going down made me salivate as one would on seeing delicious food. Then with on flicking motion of his right hand, he took out his penis, which was semi-erect, forcing him to manoeuvre his hand and pelvis to get it out completely. It was black and average-sized. I could see the tips of his pubic hair jutting out from the edges of his zipper.
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