The crawl

Walking into the room, I look around and see you both sat there, both laughing and joking with each other.

I take my partners hand, walking toward you, I give her a little squeeze and whisper “everything will be ok baby, it’s just drinks”.

We take a seat across from you, knowing all of us are nervous and just as I’m studying your faces, bodies, outfits and body language the waiter arrives.
Giving my girl’s knee a squeeze under the table, my head tilting towards her I order our drinks, checking yours and place the order for a round.

“Hey there”, I croakily say, “I’m Rebecca and this is my girlfriend Charlotte.” We both smile, my hand moves from her knee to take her hand, both hands shaking and sweaty.

Small talk happens, and continues while we await the drinks. As soon as they arrive, I notice that we all down the drinks fairly quickly. Shit’s becoming real now.

“Look, we’ve never tried this sort of thing before, but we saw how cute you both were, and we wanted to expand our horizons” I blurt out, your faces both react as if I’ve spat food at you.
“It’s ok” you reply. “We’ve done this a few times, so just relax. Nothing will happen unless you want it to.” Both Charlotte and I calm, and another round of drinks are ordered.

Soon a few drinks turn to a few more, and some more still. We’re laughing, joking and shared storytelling as I feel a foot run up my leg.
I sit still, wondering how far this will go, but again, another hand squeeze.
I look over, and see your smile, “is that ok?” you ask, as your foot rises further, forcing my knees apart till you reach my inner thigh.
I smile a little, and take another sip of my drink. Your foot pushes deeper into me until it can go no further. Your toes start to wiggle and I can’t help but sigh and let my head fall back.
Charlotte’s hand squeezes mine, my head lolls to see her, and I see she’s also in the same predicament. Your partner is also teasing her, Kim I think was her name.
Both of us definitely dressed correctly for the occasion. Two girls, skirts, tights and loose fitted tops.

I let go of her hand, taking your foot. “Lets not do anything here” I say. “Our hotel is nearby, if you’re both interested?” You both nod, and I look into your partners eyes, seeing the sparkle in her eyes, I bite my lip, excited about the night ahead.
“Did you bring the ropes?” Charlotte softly asks. Laughing, your eyes dancing, “Yes. Did you bring what I told you?”
Charlotte leans forward, “Yes” she smiles, “all of them”.

The table is settled as we all slowly make our way through the lit streets towards the hotel. Entering the lift, I lean forward to remove my shoes as the lift jerks into action. I grab out at the air and catch your arm, feeling how muscular it is. I remove my shoe, smiling as I manage a small thanks.

You take the opportunity to push me against the wall, grabbing my waist throat, as your hips press against me. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” you ask.
“Y, yes. I’m sorry” I wimper.

“You’re going to get it.” Your hand rides up my skirt, feeling my damp patch. I look down at Charlotte, your partner has her hair in her hands as they’re kissing deeply. I hear Charlotte moan, or is it your partner? Either way, my body responds and I get wetter at your touch, that moan.
I let out a moan myself as your hand grabs my non-womanly part. The lift stops at our floor, and you let go. “Crawl to your room, naughty girl”.
I sink to my knees, and crawl. My purse falling from my shoulder, smacking my breast then falling to the floor, dragging behind my hand.
You open the door as I near it, and you lift my skirt exposing my pantied ass to the world. “Keep crawling” you order. “Yes sir”, I reply.

We reach the room, and I remove the key, looking at Charlotte, noticing she’s also under control, but at least she’s stood. Kim’s wrist has a skirt drapped over it, I can see Charlotte is on the edge. You snatch the key and open the door, we all awkwardly enter.
As the door closes, Kim’s hand reappears, the skirt falls and two fingers are offered to Sir. We both watch those fingers enter his mouth.

Two ropes are brought out of his bag. We’re both sat on the bed, having been ordered to undress. My ankles are tied first, as you move me to lay on my front.
My hands get brought around my back and tied, finally the rope goes around my neck, as Sir pushes a plug into my ass.
Kim sits in front of me, her pussy is just out of reach, and damn it’s wet. All I want to do is lick it. I look at Charlotte, and she’s been tied up too, but she’s on her back, legs up in the air, hands tied near her ankles. My imagination goes crazy on things I’d love to be doing to her. I make another little damp patch underneath me. Am I going to last tonight?

I watch Sir go down on Charlotte. His tongue expertly getting her off, I listen to her moan at his touch as Kim grabs my hair and moves her ass forward, forcing my face into her pussy.
I lick for all I’m worth, as she grabs the rope behind me to lift me up and move me as she wishes.
The plug inside me suddenly vibrates. I moan into her, my tongue pressing against her clit.

Sir moves to me and removes the plug, forcing my legs further apart. He sinks his cock inside me. I moan out again, this time the moan makes Kim squirt. Her hands grabbing my hair forcing me to drink her, which I’m more than happy to do.
As Kim finishes climaxing, she eventually moves off the bed, my chin covered in her sweet juices, I watch her move to Charlotte, her fingers entering her tight pussy, and as she moans, I feel myself cum. Sir’s still fucking my fat ass, and I really hope he doesn’t cum in there, as I want to taste it. I want him to fuck my throat yet. My virginal throat is all his, as was my ass.

As I lay there, being pushed into the mattress, I listen to the noises of sex. The squelching of Charlottes pussy, or is that my ass? I watch as Kim moves into a 69 position, forcing Charlotte to now eat her.

Sir pulls out of me, I feel him move off the bed, and he’s beside me, stroking up my back as he moves. Grabbing the rope behind me, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, I immediately open my mouth as he thrusts himself deep into my mouth. I gag, tears form as I continue gagging, and he pulls back out.
This time, lifting the rope moving me a little higher as he thrusts inside again. I gag again, as he tells me off for being a naughty girl.
A tear rolls down my cheek as he pulls back out. My ass twitches, regretting wanting to try a man. “Again?” Sir asks. I look up, another tear rolling down my cheek as I attempt to nod. “Yes” I say weakly. I open my mouth again, as this time he enters a little slower, allowing me to feel every millimetre passing my lips. I feel the head run over my tongue as it pushes against my tonsils, this time I relax my throat, as it finishes. I feel his scrotum against my chin, I attempt to lick, but he’s already withdrawing, my lips lock around him and suck, in response he pushes back in slowly again. He keeps doing this, a rhythm forms and the tears slowly dry. My transpussy twitches, and I feel something pressing against the back of my legs. I can’t see anything or hear anything, but my transpussy slowly has something pushed inside. I realise it’s Charlotte’s strapon! Who’s using it, Charlotte or Kim?

Sir keeps fucking my mouth, my transpussy gets widened again as the strapon enters me fully. I feel whoever getting into a stride, almost matching sir, as I feel one of my wrists being released. I look up, and Sir’s arm is over me, undoing one of my binds. My arm is aching from being raised for so long.
He moves my wrist down across the bed, and I feel soft flesh. Who’s body is this? What part am I touching? Sir keeps moving my hand until it reaches warmth, it’s a breath, but who’s? Two lips kiss my crooked fingers, it’s got to be Charlottes. Is she ok? I feel a tongue, and my fingers get sucked between those lips. I cum again, moaning into Sir’s cock, my body melting into the bed.
As I moan, he pushes into my throat hard, pulling out a little so the head is still wrapped by my lips, and I feel his warm cum fill my mouth. I can taste it, it’s a little salty, but I can’t savour it, as he forces back deep into me. Someone still fucking my pussy, my throat getting fucked and my fingers sucked. Fuck me, this is great!

I stir, my eyes adjusting to the light creeping through my purple curtains.

Shit! It was just a dream.
Literally a vivid fucking dream.

But my transpussy throbs, my chick dick hard, and the wetness coming from my clit needs to be cleaned. I ease my chick dick from my panties, using a thumb and forefinger to remove the excess cum, I lick my fingers clean, sucking them a little making my chick dick harder.
Savouring the taste, since I couldn’t dream Sir’s taste.

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