Tubesafari

Raffled among friends of my partner

My partner returned to play poker which for me is to sit in front of the TV, serve them a drink at times so as not to fall asleep. Luckily he only plays sometimes. With my partner we see each other on Fridays and Saturdays in his apartment. He is married. He plays with three co-workers, between 45 and 50 years old, married, miners, stiff-haired, large and 4×4 trucks. "They're pretty good," I thought when I saw them.

They leave their gaze on my tail and told me some joke about my dress that is buttoned all in front, but nothing more. Sure, they've spent 20 days alone in the mine. That Saturday I sat on the couch to watch TV and I think I fell asleep until I felt Jorge tell me "let's go to the piece to talk".

I followed him a little sleep still. I was pale, "I have lost a lot" he told me, I have nothing left, and Eusebio who is winning everything says that if you sit in his skirt he lets me continue "what you say peladita". Jorge calls me peladita when he is doing something bad.

• Come on, he told me, you know, they are all married, there is nothing to lose. Everything remains between us. He's not going to do anything you haven't done before. He had told me before how much he would like to see me throw with other men, but they were heated conversations, nothing more.
• Sitting on her skirt, that's going to be the sure principle, I told her waking up suddenly.
• Look peladita, you help me or you know, we got here nothing else. You take your little things and delete my phone number. A few months ago they had left me after 25 years of marriage and now history was repeating itself.
• You know that it is the best thing that has happened to me these last years, that we have talked many times about making a trio and you have never said no, well, now ... In truth I hesitated between insulting him right there or making him love: he won the second ...
• If it's just sitting down and you're here... Well, I said. Although we both know it's going to be more than sitting on her skirt, maybe even... And I preferred to stay quiet. I have already discovered that I am potentially a submissive and Luis knows that very well.

They turned around to look at me when I came back, the one who had won threw the chair back and said "here cute". I sat carefully on her skirt. My knees were put together and I turned my legs to put them under the meza and I immediately felt the lump in my butt. He put his arms around me, smelled my neck, and left the cards turned down. Jorge asked for letters.

I don't understand the game very much but I kept sitting there and it didn't take long for me to put my hand on my leg under the meza and slowly started to raise it.- I was uncomfortable and Luis noticed but didn't say anything.

I didn't know if others noticed that I was getting my hand. I was going to stop but Luis' face was "stay there". Maybe I stopped and went to lock myself in the bedroom, I was between indignation and excitement, a mixture of anger, anger and desire (if the one who reads me is a woman she will understand). A few minutes later Luis opened the door.

• Peladita, he told me, "you have to go sit there. And as he said it was an order.
• But what about the others? I asked.
• The others, it doesn't matter. They're leaving. Later. And you know how things are. When he said, "You know how things are," he had to obey, obey, or command me to change, to leave, to disappear from his life.
• He's reaching up to my soul, I said.
• It is not the first time and who not, if you are so rich,
• And others notice
• Well, we're all adults. That phrase kills me. I've been told it before. But it's true too.
• Well, I said very slowly, but you are there, yes?
• If, of course, I'm never leaving you alone, go quietly.

I straightened my hair, my dress and returned humble and quiet to the living room to the place where I was. And they kept playing as he spoke in my ear and put his hand through my dress up. I had my two hands with their fingertips affirmed on the edge of the table, the others attentive to the cards scoured me sideways and watched as I stirred.

It was already obvious what I was doing and the three of them were watching how I reacted.

At one point he said in my ear: "go to the dog bathroom and you take out all the crap of clothes you have under you and you come to sit here again." I really did not expect that tone to speak to me or that it referred to my clothes like that, but I obeyed, in those circumstances I have learned I lose my will and obey consciously that I hurt myself ... But I still obey. "it's my nature," as the scorpion says to the frog.

In the bathroom I fixed my hair, dried my crotch, took off my bra and colales, stretched out my dress and returned slowly. He stood on his side and I climbed my knees close together without saying anything and was trapped again between his body and the meza, in front of Luis and next to the other two co-workers.

They dealt cards and with the middle right hand I lifted them and with the other I unbuttoned my dress to my crotch, then felt my lips, making me shudder. Everyone noticed and I couldn't help but squeeze my hands as I passed a finger a little further inside me, and implored "moisten me earth."

They looked at me slyly, satisfied to see me there uncomfortable, to feel my breathing that was altered, the hair that fell on my forehead and how I was going forward of the meza trying to bend over me when one of their fingers entered my crack.

In an instant I tried to lower my hand to stop his but he ordered me in my ear, he dried, hard: "leave your hands on the table, don't even think about getting them out of there." I thought thousands of things in those seconds: if I get wet a lot I will wet my pants, it can not be that he lets me do this, if I will still have perfume, as I get here my god, I will be very disheveled?

While my man (who was now my man, my owner) told the three of them what they were playing with. Show me... If I lose I open two buttons here, and she showed the breastplate of my dress.

• What if you win?
• He earned coins, he said.
• Let's see, "pay to see," the three of them said, Luis with them and laughed.

She won that time, but lost the next one and opened two buttons leaving my chest exposed however my nipples remained covered by the edge of the dress.

His hand returned to my crotch to my already wet lips and his fingers began to penetrate me slightly, I was withdrawn, embarrassed, but they handled the fingers of that man making me stir in the seat and feel his sex harder and harder under my legs.

The hair came to my eyes and I raised a hand to raise it but I whisper in my ear: "I told you to leave that hand on the table, don't take it out of there. Or don't you understand?"

The other two next to Luis looked at me interested and smiling, now attentive to every detail, they had stopped playing and were aware of me, they knew that I was in the last ones, to the excitement, the situation surpassed me.

I would lean forward again and display my little breasts on the table but it was no time for grumbling. "that goes, I told myself, we are all adults and it is not the first time that they will see a pair of small tits" but going forward allowed him to nail my fingers better and panting he went back.

The two friends were pulling forward looking at me curiously, with evil in their eyes. I gasped squeezing and stretching my fingers on the table, felt the rumping breath of their mouths next to my cheek and began to gasp.

At one point I felt my man back with the chair and push me down leaving me standing with his hands on the table and not daring to turn my face, just looking at the surface of the table waiting expectantly assently, feeling the others next to me and trying to regain my normal breathing.

But he sat down again, ran the chair to the side of the table which made me have to sit on him again but he lifted my skirt and I felt his sex hard and hot between my buttocks. "Open up he ordered me, that you are going to impale and stay still."

I obeyed. I separated my buttocks with both hands and relaxed to let myself penetrate, when I felt his head in the ring of my anus I dropped slowly, luckily I had it wet and that made it easier for something to slip inside me.

I put my hands back on the table and I felt myself get up, open my buttocks tightly and I got a little more his hard sex, I could not help a cry of pain, I squeezed with my hands the tablecloth throwing it and something fell. "Give him uncle, the one on my right shouted. She was already impaled, then stopped hurting, just a little burning, and she felt her head throbbing at the entrance of the anus.

I was standing still thinking that any movement would make me scream again. Then her fingers came back through my vagina, looking for my clitoris which was hard of swollen. I had my eyes closed, I didn't want to see anything, I only felt the smell of alcohol, a very sweet man's perfume and as I put my fingers in and moistened that it was a shame, I wanted to die there but I also wanted it to continue and the desire was so strong that I went ahead and began to give myself to pant slowly, hands clinging to the tablecloth.

They enjoyed watching how hot I thought, they were very close. He had me open from behind, barely moving but I felt that I was splitting in two and his fingers came and went full of my wisdom, surrounded my button, pinched it and began that knot in the lower belly that made me moan.

I stretched straightening up and went back to the table allowing him to nail me even deeper, arms stretched out towards Luis who was in front of me and hands like claws bending the tablecloth, now if panting but I could not, I stretched out again to avoid his fingers inside and when I crouched down again I finished impaling and I screamed with pain and pleasure.

He was sitting so he didn't have his sex totally stretched. I stopped resisting and surrendered I was leaving, I was running when she took her fingers from my vagina very very wet and said "suck whore" and I submissive I did, the others laughed. I stopped doing it and repeated it again: "suck", I looked at his hand, his fingers together and sucked them again and felt my sweet taste of a hot woman.

• Who wants to see how this little hair ends?" he asked.
• Let's reviéntela that is ready... Luis said.
• I change the doll face she has for the inflatable doll, hot slut has a face now. Said the one on my right.
• No gentlemen, it is mine for tonight the little hair, so if you want to see her panting, put white eyes, we play it to the big card.

Then he pulled me off his back, stunned me, stunned. And he ordered me to sit on a bar bench next to him "and be careful with dedearte". I was like going, I obeyed without saying a word, I closed my dress and I felt my fluids run down my leg until my knee got wet.

Another one won and called me, I straightened myself and when I was next to him he told me, go bring cream. I turned and brought him one of the hands he had. He put me in front of him, in front of the table with his hands on the tablecloth and lifted my dress and put his fingers on my anus smeared on the cream, "I hope it's alcohol-free" he said, "no", I replied timidly, "it's alcohol-free" while I felt that softness enter me.

He already had my pants down so he sat me on top opening with both hands. I relaxed my ring and waited open for his hard, collected cock to stick to me. This time she slipped without hurting only on the tip, she got closer to the table leaving me imprisoned there between her chest and the edge of her, the dress wrinkled at the waist and open in front left me naked in front of Luis and next to the other two who were looking at me vivaciously. "Now you're going to run dog, in front of everyone," she told me laughing.

The damn one now put cream on his fingers that went through my clitoris and vagina, an icy, fresh cream that slipped like foam and returned me to the previous warmth without preamble.

My resistance lasted seconds, his icy fingers pinched my inflated vulva like a balloon, he penetrated my fingers and took them out wishing that I would nail them again, he made them three five ten times while I bent forward of the meza no longer panting, Snored, Emitted a guttural noise from my throat and I knew that from one moment to the next I was going ahead of everyone, there on the table, inches from the faces of those two who turned me around, with scrambled hair wet with perspiration while I felt a drop fall down my neck.

My breathing became choppy, my heart rushed, something was coming down from my stomach to my legs when it stopped. My arms were bent, my elbows on the table and my hands were tight to the tablecloth, throbbing, vibrating, tense like a violin string, panting like a bitch.

• You want me to keep peeling, he asked me
• I couldn't say a word, because of the surprising of his question, and I couldn't imagine how he was delivered there like a little lamb.
• Peladita, do you want me to continue or to send you to sit in the corner again?
• Go on, I replied
• I can't hear you.
• Please go on, I said nicknamed, humble. And now, here writing it, I must say.

I must admit. Or to recognize myself that this excited me more, that they had me like this, there, it made me feel like a woman, a feminine, a female who gave them what no other gave them, the pleasure of feeling macho, powerful. That no one, no matter how much of a woman she believed, got to where I was. With those four looking at me, watching every detail of me. And maybe that's why I begged him, I begged him, I implored him to make me finish.

Then he returned to the game of putting in and pulling out his fingers and in seconds I felt that fire coming back into my stomach, alone I accommodated my anus, moved my hips and gasped like a bitch, as blocks away I heard one of them say "this red mine" or, "her noses are opened".

Luis who was in front of me, on the other side of the table took my hands and I squeezed his hands like claws, shivering. I was leaving when someone pinched my nipple to almost break it but it was terribly exciting as I convulsed for one, two minutes. It gasped, it really gasped and spattered like fish fresh out of the water they said afterwards.

When I felt that I was finishing, that everything was coming out of my crotch, that part of my body was leaving me, I dropped on the table exhausted. It was the biggest orgasm I've ever had, even more than one in which I masturbated in a house on the beach.

Several minutes passed when they sat down again and I straightened up and threw my head back letting it rest on my man's neck and ran into his face. If he had kissed me I would have accepted it. Even though Luis was by my side, total, he put me in this situation. But he didn't, he told me "let's go to the bathroom to clean me" and with difficulty I stood apart from his sex and followed him down to the bathroom while my dress fell to the floor and the others looked at me naked laughing sitting at the table.

In the bathroom I washed that iron that was still hard with the cold water running and quite soap and it got harder, then I dried it and he told me to sit in the toilet bowl.

He put it in my mouth and he masturbated on my lips until I was going to finish and he separated me and spit all his cum in my face, in my hair, it was a lot, a lot, that he dripped down my neck from my shoulder from my forehead.

He kept his cock still dirty and took my arm at shoulder height and so, almost hanging from his hand, (he measures more than 1.80 and I get stuck at 1.45, and he weighs for sure twice my 45 kilos) so, almost in the air he took me outside, where the others were still sitting at the poker table. I made the gesture of cleaning myself but it prevented me.

• She is already baptized, she told them, almost hanging by my arm showing me the three of them, and she sat me on the couch.
• If someone wants to indulge in the little hair, there it is.
• For all use?
• You saw... For all use

The nano boy who was next to me before stood up, opened his panties and took out his sex that was standing like a stick and sat next to me, then rode me on top of him facing him nailing it to me and said masturbate. I began to caress myself in front of him until I felt that he ended up inside me flooding me with semen.

He comes out carefully that you dirty my pants, he told me and took me in the air almost backwards leaving me standing naked in front of those four men dressed and even with shoes.

The one who is called the other (I do not want to say his name) stood and with one hand on my back pushed me towards the bathroom, there he made me wash my crotches and in the same bathroom he put me in front of the wall and began to give me hard, "touch yourself" he ordered me "I want you to masturbate for me while I put it in you".

I had to affirm myself with one hand against the wall and with the other open my lips and look for myself until I felt my swelling, my hardness, which in an instant led me to feel again that my legs failed me and while I was disheveled I felt that they filled me again with semen. He finished and left me there. I got my dress back, I put it on, I fixed my hair somewhat and when I came out again they were gone.

I sat in the corner of the armchair with my eyes closing with tiredness.

I think I fell asleep until I felt Jorge tell me "let's go to the piece to peel". I followed him almost still sleeping, there I use myself until dawn, I use myself as I think an inflatable doll should be used, I did not have the strength to respond but I felt how it penetrated me in every way imaginable, as it crossed me until I felt it in my kidneys, fill my mouth, ears, bend and hang me, open myself impaled with and metal necklaces, with tweezers on the nipples and pendants on the lips, with double vibrators and with their sex up to the throat.

Today Monday I only know that I feel good, that "I can" with any man, that if they left me, if the damn of my ex left me, he never knew the woman who was lost. That makes me feel good.

By: Zarina