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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"That inconsiderate little bitch" Sam said to herself, slamming her cup down on the desk and getting up to go and speak with her neighbour in the flat above, who was once again having some noisy party right above her, on a week night. Stomping, laughing and music had been distracting her from her essay for over an hour, and she was well past the point of welcoming distractions as it was due in tomorrow (and listening to someone else's fun was not the right kind of distraction anyway).
Too many times she had stormed up these stairs, Sam thought and it never seemed to have any effect. She imagined not saying anything this time, and just slapping Ellie as hard as she could and then walking off. She knew she wouldn't be able to bring herself to, but still she was shaking slightly as she marched to the door. She would have knocked, but the door was ajar, and there was music coming from inside - she knew from past experience that the chances of being heard (or at least not ignored) were pretty slim anyway. She stepped in, and followed the sounds of people.
Straight away, this party was different from previous ones, as there were normally people everywhere, and she would have to angrily navigate them to find Ellie. This time, there was just a crowd all piled into Ellie's room. Sam approached, but stopped short as she saw through a gap between people, and heard an almighty slap and a squeal, followed by some cheering.
Ellie was on the bed, in the middle of a circle of men, some of whom Sam recognised from previous parties, and they held her tightly in place. Ellie was on all fours, and Sam couldn't really see her face - instead she was distracted by Ellie's arse which was fully exposed in the centre of the crowd, and pink with handprints. Her skirt was pulled up over her waist, and her knickers, such as they were, were a tangled strip of fabric wound round her knees, binding them together. So Sam got a good view of Ellie's thoroughly-spanked pink arse, and her angry wet little cunt beneath. A palm came crashing against her exposed cheeks with an almighty slap, and Ellie yelped into a hand clamped around her mouth. Sam took a half-step backwards and didn't know what to make of it all. Part of her was overjoyed to see Ellie getting walloped - she had come storming up here to slap her after all. She knew Ellie well enough to know that being the centre of attention was her idea of a good time, but Sam was uneasy in case Ellie wasn't a completely willing participant. There were enough men restraining her that preventing them wasn't an option, and Sam felt conflicted about this. Should she barge in and challenge them? Or should she call someone? What if it were all a game? Or what if it weren't, and they turned on her? Living below Ellie, Sam knew her as a vocal and avid participant in sex, so she was inclined to walk away, figuring this was probably right up her street, so to speak. But somehow she stayed put, unnoticed in the hall, with her eyes fixed on Ellie's reddening cheeks.
The man spanking her stepped aside, to let someone else have a go. The newcomer had a very upright posture, and was dressed a little more smartly than the rest. He stood just watching Ellie briefly, and a silence fell as everyone waited for it. Sam realised she was holding her breath. Despite herself, she was looking intently at Ellie's pussy - its lips were swollen and open and it was weeping and trembling slightly.
SLAP!
He had moved so quickly that everyone jumped a little, and Ellie gave a squeal and let out a trickle of pee. Sam wasn't the only one to gasp at this, and stare at the wet spot beneath her. The man spanking Ellie leaned close to her and spoke softly.
"Do you need to pee, is that it?"
Ellie nodded, her face still pressed to the bed.
"All this spanking must make it difficult to hold it in?"
She nodded again.
"Don't hold it in." and he brought a sharp slap onto her arse again, low down and close to her inner thigh. She squirmed, and now he was on a mission.
"I'm going to spank you until you piss yourself for us, and then that guy (he gestured at a random member of the crowd) is going to cum in your mouth".
"Do you understand?" She nodded slightly.
Another blow landed on her arse, the hardest yet, and another trickle spilled from her and ran down her leg to soak into her tangled knickers.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes."
SLAP "Pardon"
"Yes, sir?"
"Good". And with that he whipped his cock out in an instant and plunged it swiftly into Ellie's wet and open cunt, just once all the way in, and then just as quickly put it away. Ellie gave an intensely lust-filled moan out of sheer surprise, and everyone else looked on astounded. Sam had glimpsed his pulsing cock as he put it away covered in Ellie's juices, and she bit her lip and realised that she was lightly touching herself as she stood in the dark corridor.
He spanked her in a staccato rhythm, from one cheek to the other, and ranging closer and further from her pussy. Then he began to increase the pauses, and the strength of the blows. The timing gave the element of surprise. He held her cheeks apart, and everyone watched her tight little anus twitching under their gaze. She murmured when he did this. Sam took a tiny step closer to get a better view, and slid her fingertips down the front of jeans, where she found a hot, sopping mess.
Ellie began to lose the struggle to keep her pee in. A particularly strong blow made her gush a little torrent and there was a cheer. More hands got involved at this point, spanking her from every angle, and she gave in and pissed copiously as the blows landed. The smartly dressed man reached in, and as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he rinsed his hands in the gushing flow, and then cupped her cunt so that the last trickles filled his palm and ran off his wrist (drenching an expensive-looking watch). Then he brought his two wet hands slapping against her arse, so that the wet handprints could dry there, and cool her stinging scarlet cheeks.
Sam watched the man who was evidently now the master of ceremonies, command for Ellie to be released, before raising her up and holding her from behind by her short blonde hair. He whispered something to her that no-one heard, and she opened her mouth. He swiftly slipped off his wet gold watch, pressed it between her lips, and she closed them again. At this, he played very briefly with her clit by way of a reward, and she gave a little moan around the piss-soaked timepiece and thrust her cunt against his hand.
Sam took another small step forwards, and a finger slid between her lips and up inside her. Her other hand was idly tweaking one of her nipples. It was certainly intriguing watching Ellie become a plaything for the group, and she was looking forward to seeing the man come in Ellie's mouth as promised, although they would have to take that shiny watch she was obediently sucking out of there first. Sam was dimly aware of something else she was meant to be doing, but right now fingering herself while she watched her irritating neighbour get gang-fucked seemed like just the right thing to be doing. She placed her legs a little further apart and let another finger join the first one in the heat of her cunt.
Ellie's head was being held, and the man asked her for his watch back - she spat it gently into his hand, covered in saliva. He replaced it on his wrist meticulously. The chosen crowd-member stepped closer and after some unbuckling, freed his eager-looking cock which bounced in front of Ellie's face. Her eyes were fixed hungrily on it, and Sam realised that hers were too. She felt a slight pang of envy as Ellie's lips closed around it and slid down the throbbing shaft.
"Until he comes" said the master (Sam now simply thought of him as such) and Ellie began to suck and caress the penis in her throat with obvious enjoyment, to the entertainment of all the onlookers - a few of whom now also had their cocks out. Sam eyed the men in the room, their physiques and appendages, and she tried to imagine being in Ellie's position - slurping on a cock on all fours in a puddle of her own pee, about to take on a crowd. Sam had drifted forwards again in the hall, and was leaking around her fingers.
The man she was sucking took Ellie's hair in his hands and pushed his hips forwards, beginning to fuck her throat. Ellie gagged noisily, and coughed out some spit around his balls (the choking made her release a final trickle of pee, which only Sam noticed. The master was watching Ellie's half-closed eyes approvingly, and without warning, he sucked his index finger and slid it in one smooth and careful movement all the way to his knuckle up Ellie's prominently-displayed arsehole. She squealed with her mouth full - she was trapped between the firm digit in her behind and the thick cock lodged in her throat, so she wiggled backwards, and the man fucked her stiffly with his finger. Ellie's change in pace caused by unexpectedly having her arse penetrated was proving too much for the young man she was sucking so furiously, and he began to erupt violently without warning. He was not fully inserted in her mouth at the time, and the first spurt caught her on the lips and chin, but she quickly enclosed the lurching cock and her eyes opened in surprise at the volume of cum that he was firing into her throat. The master drove his finger further up her, ensuring she felt it probe her as her mouth filled up, and Ellie whimpered and arched her back.
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