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I'm not the type to drink much. I'm definitely not the type to drink alone. But it's been a long day. A long month, really. So here I am at this little dive bar - in a dress that'salmost too short- drinking a Dark and Stormy. While I sit here trying to figure out how to compose myself on this solo trek from sobriety, I see the two of you walk in. You're all full of smiles and good cheer. I cast a sideways glance and a smile in your direction before ordering my next round and staring intently at the TV, like I have an invested interested in the teams that are playing and maybe I know a thing or two about football (I don't). You make your way to the two open seats next to me. We exchange small pleasantries of curt little "hey"s. I feel my heart race a little because you are both hot as hell, but I got back to watching the game, glancing at my phone from time to time, eavesdropping on your conversation and laughing at the friendly jabs you make to each other. After a few minutes you ask my opinion to clear up whatever good natured disagreement you two are having. Before long we're in a battle of quick wits and self deprecating humor. We people watch the rest of the bar. Give people stories. Make friends with the bartender. Have a few more rounds, sample a few shots on the house. I'm having fun flirting with you. Pitting you against each other and then one person's side only to defend the next one moments later. I keep finding my hand on your shoulder, your leg, playfully rustling your hair. I guess I'm officially drunk now. Happy drunk. Horny drunk. Of course- I came in horny sober. The bartender sounds last call. But I don't want this night to end. I'm having fun. You make the offer to bring the party back to your place. I hesitate. "No, I shouldn't I have [excuses]". One of you is lazily drawing circles on the back of my hand. You grab that hand. Not too tight or threateningly- just firmly enough to hold it where it is so I can't stop you from sliding your other hand up my thigh as you lean in and TELL me I'm going home with you. I'm too distracted by how good that warm, firm touch felt to remember my excuses or to protest anymore. Our tabs somehow get settled along the way and I find myself flanked on either side by handsome men as I'm escorted to a car. One of you holds open the door to the back seat for me. Chivalry. I climb in and you follow. The other gets in the front. My confidence falters for a moment. I feel suddenly shy and an urge to be prim and proper, straightening my back and trying to make the hem of my skirt a few inches longer. My back seat companion rests a hand on my knee. I make an effort to cross my legs. He coaxes them back open and begins to slide his hand back up my thigh. I make a half hearted effort to push his hand away - like we're playing chicken in the back of a school bus and I'm losing terribly. He pushes on. I try to push him away again as I feel his fingers slip between the lips of my wet cunt. He grabs my hand and moves it to the side, out of the way. "Don't resist it". I try not to. I sit in the back seat, my hands balled up into fists as he flicks my clit and plunges one finger, then two into me. I let out soft gasps and moans. I spread my legs wider for him, wrapping my arm into his. I give pacinos adventures in and feel the release as he makes me cum in the back seat. I look up and feel a sense of embarrassment as I lock eyes in the rearview mirror with the driver- and I know instantly that he is hard. Before I know it, we're parked and I'm being whisked up a set of stairs to an apartment. The door clicks shut The dead bolt latches And a collar clips around my neck The driver spins me around to face him. "You're our slut, ok?" Ok. "Don't you mean yes, Sir?" Yes, Sir. They lead me into the bedroom where I'm stripped naked and coaxed to my knees. 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He doesn't approve of my presentation and lightly slaps my clit with a riding crop until my back is arched and my ass is as high as I can manage to get it. He gently strokes my back with what I imagine is a flog, before giving me one smart lash. I cry out and fall to my knees. He has the riding crop smacking my clit until I'm back to standing at attention. "Stay on your toes, slut" I mumble some kind of agreement. "Was that a yes, Sir?" Yes, Sir. And with that, my hair is pulled, I'm gagged, and I struggle to stay on my toes as he flogs me again and again and again. I scream into the gag as the other holds me down. I feel my ass checks warm and redden. It stings and I wonder how hot naked teenage girls much more I can take, how long i can stay on my toes. I can feel as I become so wet that I'm dripping down my legs. I moan into the gag- no longer presenting myself to obey orders but as a request for more. The instant the flogging stops, I feel strong hands grab me around the waist and a long, thick member penetrating me. The strength of his thrust startles me and I take a quick suck of air before letting out a long, low, primal moan. He's working himself into a rhythm - grasping my hips, massaging my welting ass, running a hand up my back and grabbing a handful of hair - guiding me to his friend's cock. I feel the friends fingers weave their way into my hair, getting just enough control pacinos adventures to face fuck me as I'm mercilessly pounded from behind. My screams are muffled by his dick. As his friend goes harder, he persuades me to take him deeper. Every muscle of my body is tensed and ready to orgasm. I feel tears run down my cheeks with the effort of taking them both. I'm choking and gagging on his cock. He holds me down and thrusts his hips up until all I can breath is cock. I struggle for air as I am relentlessly pounded from behind. As my throat is coated in cum, I feel my own orgasm clamping down on his friend's dick. I can feel as my pulsing release brings him closer to the edge and he gives one more thrust to climax. I'm breathless. I have nothing left in me. We collapse on the bed and a fall fast asleep between the two of them-. To be continued tomorrow morning TittlatingTypist