An Involuntary Start

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 5

Words could not describe the panic that Z was facing as she realised B must have used her iPhone to call her ex-boyfriend.

“Hello, babe? Are you there? What do you want?” her ex-boyfriend pressed, hearing no reply from the other side.

“Ohhh ohhh, ow! uhhh, hiii” Z snapped after B brought her out of her trance by pinching one of her nipples harshly. Z was at a loss of what to do or what to say. Needless to say, this came as a complete surprise although this seemed to excite B as Z felt him beginning to thrust harder, eliciting muffled moans from Z.

“Ungh, I’m.. i’m sor.. sor.. sorry.. Ugh, for.. for… cheating on you” Z stammered after great difficulty. B was not letting her concentrate on the phone call, drilling her hard and fast, playing with her nipples and licking her ear in the process.

Z’s ex-boyfriend frowned upon her reply. There seem to be sounds of muffled moaning and thwacking sounds from the other end. He began to wonder if he was hallucinating, mildly irritated that Z had called him out of the blue when he was still fuming. He wanted to so much to know why Z did it, why Z cheated on him when his phone lit up, signalling that the caller on the other side was trying to change to video call. Without much thought, Z’s ex-boyfriend accepted the video call.

The sight that greeted him was one that he would remember for years. Z was naked and blindfolded, hands outstretched above her head and tied. Her face was in torment, trying hard to not let any sound escape even though her mouth was agape. It was a fuckface that he was familiar with and it was clear that whoever was filming the scene was the one currently fucking Z. As if on cue, a hand begin to reach out for Z’s left breast in the scene, tugging and rubbing her left nipple as Z gritted her teeth, trying her best not to moan.

“So who is better, me or your loser boyfriend?” a male voice sputtered from the phone. “No, no SHHH, ugh, he’s gonna hear you!” Z hushed. “You know Z, this is actually a video call and your loser boyfriend is now looking at you while you’re getting fucked. So who’s dick is better? Answer me!” the male voice commented tauntingly. “NOOO, NOOOO, why would you do that? You… your dick is better. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Z pleaded towards where she thought the phone that was still filming her should be. Z begin to sob and her ex-boyfriend quickly ended the call, unable to take the torture of seeing her ex-lover humiliated like that. Heart-broken himself, he tossed his phone away, unable to understand what he just saw, or why and how it turned out that way. It was one thing to find out your girlfriend had cheated on you, quite another to have the other fucker call you while he was literally doing it. The act felt like a declaration of war, except that the outcome was clear, and the winner is continuing to enjoy his spoils while the loser slumped in defeat…

[koebshaq0_0]

Nice story. Cruel end to the affairs. B has clearly taken it up a notch

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 6

Back in B’s room, Z sobbed and struggled against her restraints, hurling abuses at B on what a sick fuck he was. Undeterred, B simply continued to thrust into Z until Z stopped struggling. Defeated and degraded, Z laid there without moving as B fucked her. Wondering exactly how badly ex-boyfriend must have been hurt by what had just happened, Z’s thoughts were interrupted by a renewed assault on her body.

Light flooded her vision as her blindfolds were ripped off her. Adjusting to the sudden change in lighting, Z saw that her phone was in front of her face, with a series of pictures queued up to be sent. Puzzled, she looked closely and realized with horror that B was using her phone to send the pictures he had taken of her during their previous sessions to her ex-boyfriend.

“B, NOOO” Z pleaded as B hit the send button. Pictures began transferring through the internet as dread set into Z. There were pictures that she knew of (but had not seen) and pictures that she never knew of. In the former category was a picture of her very first session with B, with Z fully naked and her face freshly doused with cum at the back of B’s car. There was a welfie Z had taken while fully clothed and riding B in reverse cowgirl on a park bench, one hand holding onto B to support herself while the other snapped the picture. There were others Z didn’t know B took, such as the one where she was naked in the front seat of B’s car, blindfolded and had her hands tied behind the headrest.

Z knew for a fact that B had some pictures of her, but she had never realised B took THIS many pictures of herself in these compromising positions. She could no longer comprehend what was going on around her. Everything seemed way too complicated and she just wanted to forget everything. Turning her mind away from any thinking, she focused on the only thing left available that wasn’t nasty, the pleasure her genitals were sending her, seeking to be lost in lust as B replaced the blindfold on her.

Mentally and emotionally broken, Z no longer resisted. She felt her hands being loosened from the top of the bed and her body was dragged into the middle. Pulled to her knees, she quickly felt Z’s dick poking at the surroundings of her mouth. Taking the cue, she opened wide to allow B to stuff his member in, tasting the distinct taste of a dick, mixed with her own womanly fluids. A forceful hand mashed her head into an warm and mush bush, causing Z to gag as saliva overflowed from her mouth. Z felt the penis being extracted from her mouth and B went behind her, tying her hands behind her back instead.

Still blindfolded, Z felt herself being pushed forward such that her head fell forward until it rested on the bed, she felt her hips being lifted for doggy and B’s member quickly entered Z’s moist cave. Moaning into the sheets as B plowed her vigorously, Z was shocked to hear the door of B’s room twist open. She was afraid that B’s parents had walked in on her, a girl B brought home less than a few hours ago, naked, tied, blindfolded and impaled by their son. What kind of girl would they think she is?!

[xaniman]

Thank you for sharing TS, please keep up the good effort.

[Cash8877]

keep on sharing this story TS, it's really nice.

[ifarkalot]

classic in the making

[feenicks]

Nice update TS, hope to read more

[Bonapartist]

Originally Posted by feenicks

Nice update TS, hope to read more

Same here too

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 7

Strangely enough, Z did not feel a single strand of hesitation in B’s thrusting as he did not even pause for a second when his room door opened. Next thing Z heard was the door being gently pushed back to its original position, with a click sound signifying that it has been fastened back to its closed position. Hypothesizing that B’s parents must have walked in on them and politely exited after seeing the scene, Z silently cursed for allowing herself to be manipulated sexually so easily. As if the impression her ex-boyfriend now has of her isn’t bad enough, now she has just spoiled B’s parents’ impression of her. Just great.

Not to mention the random people B had successfully exposed her to. Z still vividly remembers the time where she was pulled upright at the traffic light, intending to protest at the pain only to make eye contact with a total stranger in the next car. Ugh the embarrassment!

In fact, Z felt even more humiliated now that it was B’s parents who had seen her naked, doing the deed. She secretly thanked the position B was fucking her in, face planting right into the sheets such that at the very least, B’s parents wouldn’t see her pleasured fuckface.

Before Z could venture further into her thoughts about the situation, her thoughts were interrupted when she felt B adjust his body weight behind her, while still within her. Anticipating the next change in mood or position, little did Z know that she was about to realize the bizarre situation she that she was going to be in…

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 8

Z felt the thrusting pause and strong arms grabbed her tied up wrists. A firm, backward pull lifted her head from the sheets, even as she stayed connected below with B. Z’s tits swing forward, erect in the middle of nowhere as she felt her blindfold slid upwards. Recovering her sense of sight, her eyes quickly adjusted to a puzzling sight before her.

In front of her stood a fairly attractive chinese male, looking to be in his early twenties, wearing a simple T-shirt saying FC*K YOU and blue skinny jeans. Their eyes met and the guy revealed a sinister smile.

Puzzled, Z was snapped back into reality when the thrusting continued. Shock seized Z as she continued moaning involuntarily. She realised the sorry state she was in, being pounded naked in front of a male stranger she had never met. It was one thing to be exposed in public areas where fleeting strangers may have caught a glimpse of you in an exposed or unglam state. It was quite another to have a complete stranger leering at you while you were being fucked. “No, no, no, what the fuck?” Z protested, struggling against her bonds, Z felt an authoritative hand grab one of her love pillows firmly from behind even as the other held the tension pulling back her arms. Using one of her soft, white mammaries as a grabhold, B proceeded to thrust harshly into Z, proving her struggles futile as she was continuously fucked despite her efforts.

As if to make things worse, Z saw that the stranger had taken out his phone and begin the film the scene before him. “Oh my god, no, please don’t film me, please” Z pleaded. She felt like she was suddenly the star of her own porn film, bonded and raped like so many sleazy videos had once featured.

Objections were futile as Z noticed that the handheld phone had began to come closer to her while the action behind her never ceased. The stranger seem to be taking close up shots of her unwilling face, even as Z tried her best not to moan in order to not give them the satisfaction.

The cameraman then moved to the side of Z, showcasing the curves of her feminine body. B’s hand left her breast and stretched forward to tilt Z’s unwilling face towards the camera, forcing her to face the camera as the stranger captured the exhibition of Z’s pristine posture. Recorded on tape was Z on her knees, breasts hanging with brown and erect nipples. Her back was stretched, forming a small indent as she perked her butt upwards like a well-trained bitch for easy entry. Her knees were spread apart, featuring the full length of her snow, long legs that supported her body weight while her arms were held taut, pulled back by the man buried deep within her.

The camera next focused on the action between her legs, showcasing strong thrusts from the man behind her. Z had truly been broken at this point, realizing that not only every single curve of her body is now recorded and filmed, every part of her pussy is also going to be explored on camera. Even by her own best efforts in front of the mirror, she knew she could never see in as much detail what the camera will show of her pussy. And to make things worse, there was a dick firmly lodged inside it.

Z sobbed quietly as the dick inside her withdrew, exposing to the camera a gaping hole. A hard smack ensued, reddening one of her butt cheeks rapidly as Z felt prodding fingers poke, prod and stretch her womanhood. Her clitoris was mercilessly toyed with on camera, driving Z insane with pleasure one second while harsh spanks landed directly on her pussy, driving Z insane with pain in the next.

Reviewing the footage just taken, the two men whispered to themselves in a corner, leaving a tied, slumped, naked and sobbing Z in the middle of the bed. Z wished for the ordeal to end, knowing very well that it is unlikely to. After all, she did spot an raging hardon from the cameraman, and knew ultimately, it will be one of her holes that will make it go away.

Happy with whatever footage they had gotten, B’s friend began to strip at the side while B untied Z’s hands. It was as if everyone in the room knew that Z would not resist any longer, and so there was no longer any need to keep her tied. Z herself wondered why she had stopped struggling even as the bonds came free. Instead she simply accepted her ordeal, striving only for it to end sooner. Could it be that she actually liked being seen by strangers while she was fucked…?

[abc00]

very nice story, camping for more

[Kwekygg]

Holy shit bro. This story is addictive af. Please keep up the good work TS. I wanna see how degrading she can get haha.

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 9

The respite was brief, barely moments it felt to Z, before the men came onto her. They placed Z on her back, and the stranger for the first time, laid his hands on Z while sitting at the side of the bed. Z still didn’t know his name, or how he was even in this situation as he spread her snowy white thighs apart gently. Caressing her now red and swollen clit tenderly, the stranger touched Z like a lover would, slow pace, no haste, kicking her hormones into action once again, coaxing her nectar out of her. Z decided to name the stranger N in her mind as she felt herself getting warmer, arousal creeping in with the slow, sensual motions of N’s finger near her womanhood, a stark contrast to the rough session she just endured with B.

Sensing Z was ready, Z watched as N climbed onto the bed, not realizing she was holding her breath. Seeing N’s tool for the first time, it seemed reasonable, unlike the pygmy of her ex-boyfriend nor the bulk of B. Z felt N’s hand caressing her cheek warmly as he kissed her tenderly, distracting her with some tongue as he got into position. N slid into her easily, well-lubricated and well-stretched from all the previous action of the day. Z found herself enjoying this lovemaking, somewhat surprising herself as soft moans escaped from her.

Just like the strokes of his fingers and his tongue, N took his time with Z, slowly but surely injecting more pleasure into Z. It takes a man an incredible amount of will, to be able to control himself that well when taking advantage of an exploited woman. Most would have thrusted themself blind with lust until they had no more ammunition, but not N. N was determined to draw out the experience and make every moment count.

Lost in the pleasures of the flesh, Z had completely forgotten that another man was still in the same sphere of space as the two currently in their own world. Z was sharply reminded when a phone was rudely thrusted to her face. It seems that B was capturing every blissful moment Z was spending with N on camera as well. No longer embarrassed or concerned that the most intimate detail of her was now caught on tape, Z began to freely throw the camera slutty glances as she approached her own orgasm.

Sadly, just before she could reach her peak, N pulled out and requested to be ridden. Disappointed that she was so near, Z climbed onto N with vigor, riding rapidly as she tried to chase the orgasm that seemed so close yet so far. Tantalizingly close, Z grabbed N hands, placing them on her barely B cup breasts as she grinded hard on top of him. Still moments away, Z began to seduce the phone camera held in B’s hands as she grated her hips. She would throw the most seductive look she could manage at the camera, bite her bottom lip or flip her hair as her grinding got in sync with the upwards thrusts of N below her. Z can already feel that the incoming orgasm would be one of epic proportions…

[Lenky]

Awesome story, support!!

[koebshaq0_0]

Awesome story. Here to support!!!