Dating through a Website
I was 36, an ordinary girl, 175 cm tall, with dark shoulder-length hair, large breasts, size 3. I hadn't been with anyone for a long time and decided to find my destiny through a dating site.
A 42-year-old man named Dmitry responded to my profile. We corresponded for a long time; he was a very pleasant and understanding conversationalist. After 1.5 months, we decided to meet. Dima invited me to a cafe in the city center. I took a long time getting ready, unsure what to wear. I chose an outfit: a white blouse and a black skirt just above the knee, put on my favorite black stockings with a wide elastic band, got myself in order, and quickly ran out to the meeting. Exactly at 7:00 PM, I approached the cafe, and at the entrance
stood my interlocutor."Mila, you look very beautiful today." He gave me flowers, and we went into the cafe. He was very charming. We sat, drank red wine, he joked. Then he invited me to dance.
Dmitry was very courteous and restrained, not allowing anything inappropriate. After the cafe, we walked arm in arm through the city, and then he saw me home. I waited for him to kiss me, but kissing my hand, he said, "I really enjoyed the evening, maybe we can meet again?" I nodded and said, "We'll call each other," and full of emotions, I ran home happy.
But he didn't allow himself anything. At night, I was tormented by erotic dreams for a long time. I dreamed of him hugging me, touching my breasts, kissing me. I woke up in the middle of the night; my pussy was wet. And after masturbating a little, I came. Dima called me a week later, suggesting we spend the weekend at a resort. Dima said there would be several couples and added, "Bring a swimsuit, we'll go to the sauna." Without hesitation, I agreed. The time until the weekend dragged on very slowly. And then the long-awaited weekend arrived. I washed up, got an intimate haircut, took my swimsuit, put on a lace bra, thong panties, a skirt, and a blouse. I took a tracksuit and ran downstairs, where Dima was waiting in the car. Seeing me, he said, "You look great." Besides him, there was another driver in the car—a sturdy man. Dima introduced him: "This is my brother Oleg." We drove for about 2 hours; Dima asked me how I spent my time, what I did, etc.
When we arrived, the resort was in the forest. Dima showed me to the room where I settled in, and he and Oleg went to unload everything from the car.
After changing, I went downstairs. Several couples had already arrived; we got acquainted. The girls were named Olesya, who was 25, a tall blonde in a micro-skirt, a top without a bra, and stiletto boots—when she bent over, her ass was exposed to my view—and Veronica, 27 years old. Tall, striking brunette in mini-shorts. In their company, I was the odd one out.
Their appearance embarrassed me a little. There were about twice as many men. The girls laughed and joked. In the evening, we sat at the table, drank, and talked. In about three hours, we all got drunk, and the boundaries of shyness disappeared. We danced, played cards for various desires—they were harmless at first (crow like a rooster, kiss, etc.), then more and more explicit (dance a striptease, kiss a girl passionately, caress a girl, jerk off a man, and finally give a blowjob). I wanted to refuse, but Dima said, "If you lose, you can always refuse." In short, I lost the blowjob. I wanted to refuse, but they told me a card debt must be paid. We went into a room with Oleg. He quickly took out his tool; it was about 20 cm long and about 5 cm in diameter. I begged, "Don't, let me do something else, call Dima."
Dima came and said, "Mila, if you lost, you have to pay the debt." "Maybe I'll do it for you then?" I said. "Okay, but I need to talk to Oleg." They went out, talked, and Dima entered the room; I stood rooted to the spot. "Mila, don't worry, I sorted everything out. We'll sit here for a bit and then go out." And that's what we did. Then the noisy crowd spilled outside. I barely left the room. After watching the fireworks a little, I went up to my room, locked myself in, and tried to sleep. Moans came from the next room. I was bursting with desire, but I was afraid.
The next morning, I went downstairs. There was a complete mess; I cleaned up. Cooked breakfast. The crowd stirred around 12:00 PM. We sat, had breakfast, drank again, and went to the sauna. I started changing; the girls burst into the changing room laughing, stripped completely, looked at me, and said, "Don't put on that swimsuit, are you shy or something?" They wrapped themselves in sheets and went to the steam room; I threw on a sheet and followed them.
In the steam room, it was dry heat. The guys steamed it up quickly, and we ran out screaming after about 10 minutes. In the anteroom, there was wine. We drank a glass each and went back to the steam room. After the 3rd round, I was completely relaxed.
The girls suggested running out to swim in the pool; I agreed. We splashed in the pool; the girls were completely naked, and I was in a swimsuit. The guys poured out of the sauna in a crowd and headed straight for us in the pool. They started groping the girls, who jerked the guys off and sucked them. And I stood in the corner of the pool; Oleg and Dima swam up to me. Oleg immediately started reaching into my panties, and Dima squeezed my breasts. I begged and pleaded, "Don't," and they replied, "You lost, bitch, pay up, and we already gave you a deferment; now you're going to suck." They pulled me out of the pool, brought me to the anteroom, tore off my swimsuit, forced me to my knees. Oleg was already hard; he threatened me and said, "Be a good girl; if you do everything, we'll let you go quickly, and if not, you won't leave here."
I got very scared. Oleg inserted his club into my mouth, grabbed the back of my head, and started fucking. After 10 minutes, he growled, pulled his cock out a bit, and a stream of hot liquid hit; some went into my mouth, most was on my face and hair.
He turned me around and entered my vagina; Dima positioned himself in front, and now I was sucking him.
After some time, they lifted me up, and Dima lay on the floor; I sat on him, and Oleg entered my virgin ass. Everything was like in a fog. Someone came up and put their cock in my mouth—first one, then two tried to shove it in simultaneously. Then we moved to the cabin, threw down mattresses, and the fucking continued. I can't say how long it lasted; it seemed endless. It felt like a whole regiment was inside me.
When I came to, I was sitting on a bench in my yard. Olesya said, "Go home, friend, wash up and get some good sleep. I'll call tomorrow to see how you're doing."
A day later, the phone rang in the apartment. On wobbly legs, I opened the door; Olesya and Veronica stood on the threshold. They came in and asked, "How are you doing, friend? How are you feeling?"
"Everything aches, my legs are like jelly, my ass hurts a lot," I replied.
"No wonder," Veronica answered with a smile.
"We brought you a disc; watch it when you have time."
The girls drank tea and quickly left. I went to the TV, turned it on, and put in the disc.
On it was a video of me and the girls being fucked by all the guests of our trip; huge, once-virgin holes were full screen. And at the end, there was something like an epilogue.
"That's how our last Gang Bang went." I was horrified by what I saw.
In the evening, the phone rang; Dima told me, "Get ready, slut, for the next meeting, stretch out your holes. And tomorrow, I'll come by for a morning blowjob. And don't even think about going anywhere; you don't want public shame and the video shown on the evening channel, do you?" I got very scared. In the evening, my new girlfriends dropped by again and brought me a so-called gift from a sex shop—an "anal plug." Olesya told me that she and Veronica were also forced to participate in such parties under the threat of the video being shown on a local channel, but it wasn't as harsh for them.
"Resign yourself, friend; your holes are now public, just like ours, although there are some pluses. Good, beneficial connections (they always help, bail you out). There's always sex; they help with money. Veronica and I don't work at all; we go to fitness centers and beauty salons. They fully support us. You can set such a condition; they'll support you too." I spent the whole night thinking, weighing all the pros and cons. In the morning, Dima came in. From the doorway, he took out his cock; without a word, I got on my knees and took it in my mouth. After 15 minutes, he came in my mouth; I swallowed and told him, "Since I'm your whore, you must fully provide for me." He agreed, gave me money, and said, "Dress well." I quickly called my new girlfriends, and we went shopping. I threw out all my old outfits. Now my wardrobe consists only of mini-skirts, tight pants, stockings, semi-transparent blouses, and, of course, evening dresses.
Now my holes are constantly open; I get fucked every day, sometimes several times.
All characters are fictional; any resemblance is coincidental.
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