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Click hereWhile I waited, talking quietly with Karen in the living room we were left in no doubt, whatsoever, as to what was going on in the bedroom across the hall. Karen never said anything but it was clear that there were at least two men in Anne's room; different voices cajoling and using the foulest of language to demean and humiliate my girlfriend as they took their pleasure in every one of her orifices.
At one point we could hear her beg for their cum to be "blasted" deep in her ass and I blushed with the knowledge that soon I would be cleaning that special place at her command. Karen obviously thought that I was ashamed for she gently patted me on the knee as we sat, side-by-side, waiting to be invited to join Anne once they had finished.
If only that had been the case...
...I had been there perhaps half-an-hour when one of the two guys I had seen entering the apartment the night before sauntered into the room grinning and very, very naked. His erection caught both of our attentions as he told us that Anne wanted us. It must have been at least one-and-a-half times bigger than mine, circumcised and of a thickness that I knew my hand would not fit around it.
It was even more impressive because I knew that it was one of the cocks that filled Anne's pussy with cum the night before; cum I had subsequently eaten. My little cock (for it was little compared with this monster!), which had never gone completely soft since I'd put Anne's panties on twitched and grew as those thoughts crashed through my mind and grew harder still at the thought of joining her and her lovers in her room.
Then as I rose from the sofa I felt a tightening of material around my thighs reminding me that I was wearing pink stockings under my jeans. My face burned at the idea that I might have to reveal my panties and stockings in front of other men and I admit that, at that point, I felt ready to leave in order to spare myself the added humiliation that would come were I to join them in her room.
But Karen took me by the hand, once again misunderstanding my blushes, comforting me "don't be frightened, she wants me too: we'll go together, it'll be fine, you'll see!" and, following the tight ass of our summoner, she brought me across the hall to my girlfriend's room.
I realised as I entered that I had been holding my breath since first being confronted by that huge erection. It was only now as I surveyed the room that I let my breath out with a panting sound. Panic was worming its way into my skull. The room reeked with the smell of fresh sex and sweat and Anne was lying on the bed with three men around her all of whom sported large, impressive erections which she toyed with and sucked as she watched us standing uncomfortably in the doorway.
"Karen, the guys have worn me out; would you help finish them off? I think they need a fresh pussy!"
Without saying anything Karen let go of my hand and moved obediently over to the bed where she was immediately engulfed by eager hands that removed her clothing in seconds and pulled her into a position, on her knees, where they could use her mouth.
Freed from her lovers, Anne lay at the end of the bed and beckoned me over. That she had been used and abused there was no doubt: her hair and face were sticky from multiple loads, her breasts and back were similarly marked and I had no doubt that her three holes were full of her lovers' spunk.
I knelt before her, my face level with hers and breathed in the musk that radiated from her.
"I really need my little cuntlapper now, don't I?" she breathed and then kissed me deeply, coating the inside of my mouth with the taste of cock and cum: "c'mon, be my good little boy; take your clothes off and show these guys how my boyfriend pleases me!"
I blushed and leaned in close to whisper "I can't, I'm wearing the panties you gave me last night!"
I hung my head in shame as she chuckled throatily. "Have you been enjoying them then? While you've been all alone in your hotel, missing me? You didn't cum, did you?"
"No! No!" I assured her in the lowest whisper I could produce, "I loved every minute of it. I've been hard all the time!"
"Don't be ashamed of it then! Show my lovers that my boyfriend isn't scared to embrace his feminine side!" She laughed again.
Luckily for me the three guys were all very focused on Karen and never heard a word that Anne had said. Karen was suffering the same abuse that, no doubt, Anne had been receiving since the two young men had arrived at her apartment the night before, just after I had left.
She was now on her side, sprawled across the bed with one behind her, one pounding his cock into her pussy and the third using her mouth. Small moans of delight issued from between her lips each time he pulled out and her hand grasped his balls to drag him right back in again.
"There's more" I confessed: "I may have been so excited that I bought stockings this morning. I put them on to surprise you, to let you know how intense wearing your panties felt, but now I'm afraid that everyone will laugh at me. Can I go away and wait for them to leave? Please?"
, seriously? You can’t leave us hanging like this. Please continue.