I woke up and found myself chained to a table –half of me on and half of me off... and on my stomach, naked; in nothing but my birthday suit. I felt incredibly embarrassed. To try and take my mind off these facts, I looked around, well, around as I was physically capable of in this state. In front of me, about a metre away, was a blank TV screen. I just stared at it, bewildered.
I searched through my mind for some answer as to how I came to be in this situation... but all I could remember is going into the women’s restroom and being struck over the head with something heavy.
The TV in front of me flickered, attracting my attention back to it. All I could see was a creamy colour, and then it disappeared, leaving me to stare at a black background.
Then the screen turned on again. This time it looked like something – it looked like some woman’s private region. I blushed. I looked back up at the screen and the image on it. The image on the screen flickered and went off again.
Suddenly I could feel fingers on my womanhood and I let out a high-pitched squeak. At the same time, the TV turned back on. I looked at the image spread on the screen and it suddenly dawned on me – there was a camera pointed at my... I blushed a bright red as a finger entered my warmth. I watched on the TV, seeing and feeling at the same time.
I watched, (and felt) as the finger was pushed in and out of my hole. I let out a low moan – it felt so naughty. A second finger joined the first, and began scissoring inside me as they were pumped in and out. I was getting so close; my breathing had become shallow pants – I could see the fingers, which were pumping in and out of me, were covered in my juices.
The TV turned off and the fingers disappeared at the same time. I whined and started to pout.
About 5 seconds later, the TV turned back on. But the image on screen wasn’t the one of my crutch. Instead it was of a figure, standing in the shadows. The figure stepped into the light and I let out a gasp.
It was a man walking towards me. I looked at his face and instantly recognised him as one of my school friends. Matt.
The image of Matt disappeared off the TV screen and went back to being of my crotch. I braced myself and waited for some form of a hit.
Several minutes passed and no blows came to my exposed back and bum.
I peered up at the TV screen in time to watch and feel a large cock enter me. The cock didn’t move at all once it became completely swallowed by my hole. The image on the TV changed to a shoot of Matt’s head – he was looking straight down the camera barrel.
I watched Matt’s face change into a sneaky grin as he began to move in and out of me, slowly.
The image on screen went back to being my crutch – Matt’s massive tool pumping in and out of my tight hole.
Matt started to fasten his pace – my hole sucking on Matt’s thrusting member. The sight and feeling soon became too much for me and I began to shudder, tighten and convulse around Matt’s cock.
Matt shot his load of creamy cum inside me seconds later. I watched the image on the TV as Matt’s cum and mine mingled together and began to seep out of my hole. Matt pulled out of me and I whimpered at the withdrawal.
The chains that were restraining me suddenly disappeared. I pushed myself up, into a sitting position of a sort, and turned around to speak to Matt, but found myself on the floor in the woman’s bathroom. All of my girlfriends were crowded around me and one of them had a wet washer pressed to my forehead.
Slowly, with the help of some of my friends, I stood. I said to my friends that I was fine and could manage from here. Majority of my friends respected my wishes, while some of them looked doubtful, but shrugged and left anyway.
I turned on the cold tap and lifted a handful of the running water to my face. I looked into the mirror and saw Matt standing there, smirking at me. I blinked and looked into the mirror again and found that Matt had disappeared, but where he was standing, was an envelope.
It was addressed to me. I hurriedly opened it and read the message. I began to smile and walked out of the woman’s restroom, grinning...
Same place, same time next week...
I searched through my mind for some answer as to how I came to be in this situation... but all I could remember is going into the women’s restroom and being struck over the head with something heavy.
The TV in front of me flickered, attracting my attention back to it. All I could see was a creamy colour, and then it disappeared, leaving me to stare at a black background.
Then the screen turned on again. This time it looked like something – it looked like some woman’s private region. I blushed. I looked back up at the screen and the image on it. The image on the screen flickered and went off again.
Suddenly I could feel fingers on my womanhood and I let out a high-pitched squeak. At the same time, the TV turned back on. I looked at the image spread on the screen and it suddenly dawned on me – there was a camera pointed at my... I blushed a bright red as a finger entered my warmth. I watched on the TV, seeing and feeling at the same time.
I watched, (and felt) as the finger was pushed in and out of my hole. I let out a low moan – it felt so naughty. A second finger joined the first, and began scissoring inside me as they were pumped in and out. I was getting so close; my breathing had become shallow pants – I could see the fingers, which were pumping in and out of me, were covered in my juices.
The TV turned off and the fingers disappeared at the same time. I whined and started to pout.
About 5 seconds later, the TV turned back on. But the image on screen wasn’t the one of my crutch. Instead it was of a figure, standing in the shadows. The figure stepped into the light and I let out a gasp.
It was a man walking towards me. I looked at his face and instantly recognised him as one of my school friends. Matt.
The image of Matt disappeared off the TV screen and went back to being of my crotch. I braced myself and waited for some form of a hit.
Several minutes passed and no blows came to my exposed back and bum.
I peered up at the TV screen in time to watch and feel a large cock enter me. The cock didn’t move at all once it became completely swallowed by my hole. The image on the TV changed to a shoot of Matt’s head – he was looking straight down the camera barrel.
I watched Matt’s face change into a sneaky grin as he began to move in and out of me, slowly.
The image on screen went back to being my crutch – Matt’s massive tool pumping in and out of my tight hole.
Matt started to fasten his pace – my hole sucking on Matt’s thrusting member. The sight and feeling soon became too much for me and I began to shudder, tighten and convulse around Matt’s cock.
Matt shot his load of creamy cum inside me seconds later. I watched the image on the TV as Matt’s cum and mine mingled together and began to seep out of my hole. Matt pulled out of me and I whimpered at the withdrawal.
The chains that were restraining me suddenly disappeared. I pushed myself up, into a sitting position of a sort, and turned around to speak to Matt, but found myself on the floor in the woman’s bathroom. All of my girlfriends were crowded around me and one of them had a wet washer pressed to my forehead.
Slowly, with the help of some of my friends, I stood. I said to my friends that I was fine and could manage from here. Majority of my friends respected my wishes, while some of them looked doubtful, but shrugged and left anyway.
I turned on the cold tap and lifted a handful of the running water to my face. I looked into the mirror and saw Matt standing there, smirking at me. I blinked and looked into the mirror again and found that Matt had disappeared, but where he was standing, was an envelope.
It was addressed to me. I hurriedly opened it and read the message. I began to smile and walked out of the woman’s restroom, grinning...
Same place, same time next week...
