Hair Color, Pt 2 [GB] [NonCons] [MMMF]

Quick recap of the colors:
Red=happy/excitement
Blue=relaxed or content
Grey=embarrassment or shame
Black=anger
Purple=illness
White=sadness/pain
Green=jealous (actually makes sense with that one)
Brown=confusion/worry
Pink=need (hunger, thirst, pay raise, etc.)
Blonde=arousal/confidence
Orange=fear/anxious

I spent the next several days locked in my room after ‘the incident,’ only sneaking out for trips to the bathroom, and brief excursions to the kitchen for food. The hotel manager was pretty understanding, accepting my excuse of “heavy flow girl problems,” and it was summer time so no classes to miss out on. My parents called a few times (per day) to check up on me, my mother commiserating with me, my father offering his services to hunt down and mercilessly butcher someone. He may or may not be on a watch list now…

My hair maintained a steady mix of white and grey, dominant color varying every couple of hours. I had deleted my main social media accounts, no more Snapchat, no more Instagram. Facebook and Reddit were a thing of the past. Too many dick pics (and pussy pics for that matter), and lame one liners from each app. Some of them were interesting – the one liners, not the pictures. Well, a few pictures weren’t so bad, if I’m being completely honest, but come on. No one wants an unsolicited dick in her inbox. Generally…

I had effectively cut myself off from the outside world, and as a strong willed extrovert, I was beginning to feel the effects. Despite the depressed funk I found myself in, I had the need to get back out there, and do something (or someone). I could either hit a club, without my main wing gal – Amanda, or maybe tinder has something? Do I dare download that after the shitstorm? Kylie isn’t so bad, but she’s unburdened with a boyfriend of her own. She could end up sneaking away with the guy I’m trying to ensnare. …or we could share?

The thought excites me, it’s been a while since I’ve had a threesome. Blonde highlights chase some of the sad white from my long locks, color finally returning to my hair. I smile for the first time in I don’t know how many days, and stroll confidently to my door. If I’m going out, I’ll need a shower!

I walk from my room to the kitchen, towel in hand, for a light snack. On the refrigerator is a note:

“Rosa, I’m sorry, but I can’t. The stuff with Amanda and Eric was too much for all of us, and I can’t wait here for my life to fall apart, too. I’ve decided to move out and follow them to their new place. I hope we can still be friends. Good luck finding new roomies!

Kylie”

Black and white flood back into my mane, feelings of betrayal consuming me again. Amanda must have gotten to her, convinced Kylie to leave. Now there’s no way I’ll be able to afford rent! Kylie and I could have limped by together for a while, but on my own? And how would I ruin her life?! I flop my towel onto the counter, hair burning black with rage. Fine! I’ll just get a couple of new roommates. No, three new roommates, and I won’t even have to pay rent! Small blonde highlights appear at a thought. What about some guy roommates? Then I can have hard cock whenever I want, without having to go out to find it. And they’ll be contributing to the bills, too! Why didn’t I think of this before?! Oh yeah, because that bitch Amanda was holding me back.

I left the kitchen in a huff, marching my way into the bathroom to get ready for a night on the town. Time to win over some eligible bachelors, with deep pockets, strong arms, and just the right meat. I turn on the shower, wash every nook and cranny twice, shave my legs, under my arms, and trim the landing strip. My hair is sleek and shining blonde with black highlights and pink ends when I step out of the steaming shower, water dripping from my body. I’m shaking with anticipation and frustration, but also a bit of a chill as I realize I left my towel in the kitchen. Well, no one to wander into this time. I walk out to collect my towel leaving a trail of watery footsteps in my wake. I wrap my towel around my soggy form, and head to my closet to find the skimpiest outfit available.

I stood at my closet with the towel wrapped around my hair, semi-moist skin exposed to the rest of the room. I allowed my bedroom door to remain open, the unusually open portal to the outside world increasing my arousal. Even though I knew no one else was in the apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a little naughty as I pulled thin dresses out of my closet, and laid them across my bed, bending over to show my juicy peach to the emptiness. After playing voyeur dress up for about half an hour I had picked the perfect dress, if you could call it that. Little more than two partially translucent pieces of fabric held together with strings, my skin visible to all who looked my way at the sides. It cut off just below my ass, not really covering anything if I bent over at all. Flesh colored pasties built in at the right level covered my nipples, shimmering sequins decorated the rest of the golden ensemble. The way it hugged tightly to my body, tucking under my breasts and exposed smooth honey skin along my sides left little to the imagination. I slip on my thin “naughty librarian” glasses and apply red lipstick to my full lips. My hot pink hair with deep blond highlights, and a hint of black at the tips dangled from the tight ponytail, and drove me out of the apartment in this lusty garb complete with two inch ruby red high heels and a matching, small spaghetti strap purse, not so much as a g-string covering my dripping pussy as I searched for new housemates to fill the… emptiness.

I could feel eyes all over me as I rode the bus to the nightclub. My excitement was already excruciating, being out on my own in a revealing dress I bought on a dare. So vulnerable, no safety net, anything could happen. The bus arrived at my destination, and I practically giggled as I hopped off, juices sliding down my legs disguised only by the shadows of night. The bouncer guided me inside immediately, no long wait in line for this gal! The pulsating vibrations from the upbeat music surrounded and consumed me, coursing through my body. I moved through the club, grazing lightly against every guy moving to the beat as I made my way to the dance floor.

I finally squeezed my way to the crowded floor, and put my hands over my head, wagging my hips seductively. I’m sure my sultry dancing didn’t match the flow of the song, but with the lights shining down into me, reflecting every which way off my sparkling dress, sweat beginning to shimmer on all of my exposed flesh, my intended audience didn’t care. Before the beat changed I had three men competing for my attention in front of me, and apparently more behind as a hand ran across my narrowly covered ass. I spun a little, turning to get a view of those around me, letting my hands fall and brush against some of them. They began reaching out as well, pretending to be interested in the fabric holding tightly to my moving body as we danced, testing our endurance.

I could tell even in the lower lights that their eyes were not in the usual spots. I’m used to guys focusing a bit too hard on my eyes, then allowing quick glances down to my cleavage, breasts, or legs. But some of them were watching my hair carefully as they moved, and caressed lightly. They knew. They may not know everything, but they knew enough to watch as they “accidentally” prodded just the right spot. Turning around at my group of new friends I could see that three guys were doing this little trick. And pretty effectively I had to admit, if a bit begrudgingly. I might not like being manipulated, but in my current mindset, it was a hell of a turn on.

I dragged these three to the side, and gave them my address, with a wink. One offered to drive me home, which I quickly accepted. The other two were gone before I really knew we were leaving, but my (new roommate?) was leading me outside. Butterflies engulfed my stomach as we hit the parking lot. He walked me to his car, a blue Ford Mustang, sporty and fast. He opened my door for me, closing it tightly after I crawled in. He walked around and got into the driver’s side, buckled up and hit the ignition. The car roared to life, and we were off! I put my buckle on hastily, not fully expecting to be on the road so soon. My eyes look at the man next to me, strong arms and large hands gripping the wheel. Broad shoulders attached to a wide chest, chiseled jaw, clean shaven, flowing blonde hair. Maybe he’s aroused too? I glance down, his tight jeans wrap around strong legs, and what looks to be a thick erection pressed to his right thigh. I reach over and rest my hand on his leg, fingers dangerously close to his hard meat. He smiles at my touch, and takes his right hand off the steering wheel, placing it on my seat. My hand slides further, fingertips tracing the bump of his cock in his pants. I guide my fingers forwards and backwards along his length, drawing a stifled moan from his parted lips. Taking a chance, I undo my seatbelt and lean across the shifter, working to undo the belt and button keeping me from my prize. His belt comes loose, and with some adjusting from the man sitting in them the pants button and zipper are undone. My hand slides into his snug trousers and fishes out his thick member. It throbs at my touch, my hand struggling to wrap around it’s impressive girth. It’s about seven inches tall, but as wide as a soda bottle! I gasp and giggle gleefully as I pass it from hand to hand, rolling it in my grip. My tongue slides along the thick head, savoring the texture and flavor of this new cock. As I start swirling my wet tongue around his sensitive cock head, my hand pumps up and down the bumpy length of his shaft. My fingers roll over each bulging vein lining his manhood as saliva drips down from my mouth.

I try opening wider to take him deeper, but the thickness barely presses past my lips. He brings his right hand to the back of my head, the base of my ponytail between two fingers, and pushes down as his hips rise up. His cock surges into my mouth, pushing my tongue out of the way and filling it up with his sausage. He takes a fistfull of my ponytail and bounces my head on his lap, thrusting his hips up and down in rhythm. My hand leaves his cock, sliding a slick trail to his balls. I grasp them firmly, rolling his grape sized testicles between my fingers. My other hand holds his hip firmly while he drives, both the car and his meaty cock into my face. Each thrust in bumps his cock into the back of my throat, making me gag slightly around his intrusion. Juice flows like a river down my leg, my arousal at near orgasmic heights. He pushes deep into my mouth and holds, his fingers tangling into my silky, pink hair.

He finally releases his grip from behind my head, and stops the car. “We’re here,” he says, his embedded cock throbbing in my mouth, just a few motions from spilling seed down my throat. God, I want that. Or to have him buried to the hilt in my gushing pussy. Or even pushing painfully into my ass when he blows. Or just all over my face and tits. Or over my… You get the picture. I put my hand on the seat between his legs and hoist my mouth up around his cock. It emerges wetly, my lips locked around it sucking hard as I allow it to slide free. My tongue flicks at the head as it comes out with a ‘pop,’ and he jerks a little in his seat. The hand at his hip slides down and wraps mostly around the base of his cock as I look out and see the other two already waiting for us. At some other place?

“Where are we, exactly?” I ask, a bit confused.

“Your new home,” he answers with a grin, my door opening, hands pulling me from the car.

They carry me inside a freestanding house with attached garage with minimal resistance. Hindsight would tell me I probably should have grabbed my purse, or put up some sort of a fight, but it’s 20/20, and I need glasses on the best day. Plus, I really ‘needed’ cock, and the prospect of a gangbang matched with my rape fantasy kink being fulfilled? Let’s just say my legs weren’t exactly shaking with fear… I’m brought into what appears to be the living area. A large TV is mounted against one wall, across from a couch and two leather chairs. A coffee table sits between the couch and TV, a couple of videogame consoles on top. They lead me deeper in, down a hallway to the right, past a bathroom and into one of their bedrooms? The curtains are drawn over the two windows, and the queen size bed is made neatly. The carpet floor is tidy, no clutter on the modern dresser. Not what I expected from a bunch of guys, but a pleasant surprise. The biggest of the three, a barrel chested man with black hair buzzed short and penetrating blue eyes, picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. I laugh as my body bounces on the spring mattress, landing on my back with my feet under my legs. I put my elbows behind me, pushing my head and shoulders up as my knees part. My captors stand in the doorway gazing hungrily at the scantily clad woman baring her juicy pussy to them, giving them her best ‘come hither’ look.

Not much time is wasted. The man who drove me into this predicament was the first to come forward. He reached the bed, helped me to my knees, and out of my dress. With some tearing and a bit of grunting the thin fabric fell down my body, gathering at my knees and calves. He pushed me back onto the bed and pulled the dress the rest of the way off, sliding it down my trembling legs. He held my ankle in one hand, and slid the other up the length of my leg, straightening it out on the bed. His fingers grazed my wetness as they worked up my inner thigh, and I moaned with excited delight. “Come on guys, join in. Look how pink she is!” he beckoned to his friends, not necessarily talking about the wet flesh he started teasing at that moment. Two fingers spread my vulva apart, another gliding along the exposed pink flesh and up against my clit. I moaned again, desire flooding me, my pink hair covering my face as my head whipped back and forth.

The big man stepped forward, the room shaking with his movements. His clothes were already off as he approached, one knee resting on the bed just above my head. His cock brushed against my face as I moaned at the continued stimulation from the car guy, and I looked up at him with surprise. My mouth readily wrapped around the offered member, sucking greedily. He wasn’t as thick, but his length slid along my tongue pleasantly. My tongue was able to glide and flick along his shaft freely as my head moved up and down, aided by his hand in my hair. I pushed a hand against his stomach, feeling the firmness of his muscle. My fingers traced the bumps of his abs while my sucking mouth took his throbbing probe deeper. He groaned happily as I worked between his legs, my legs being spread wider with car guy placing his face between them.

His chiseled jaw sunk below my protruding pelvic bones as his tongue extended, lapping at the nectar flowing freely from my pussy. He prodded my tight ass with a finger, slick with either saliva or my own flowing juices, but the steady force and added lubrication allowed entry into my stubborn hole. His mouth clamped around my pulsing pussy, tongue grinding against all the right places to make me squeal into the cock in my mouth. He began sucking at my clit, tongue dancing against the tender button before delving between my fleshy folds. His finger sunk deeper into my tightness, almost painfully pushing itself along. His hand twisted, shanking back and forth with his finger buried between my round cheeks. I screamed with delight around the cock pushing its way into my throat, as the big man pinched my exposed nipple. The third guy joined in, having left his clothes behind. His cock prodded against my open shoulder, looking for attention.

Car guy stopped his wonderful assault on my spasming pussy just as my body began convulsing. My hips bucked on his hand, his submerged finger curling inside its tight home. The big man put both hands on my breasts, pushing me into the mattress as he sunk his cock as deep into me as it could go. The head popped beyond the barrier in my throat, and pressed further down. My throat bulged around him as he held himself inside, my orgasmic screams muffled my the meaty blockade. The third guy reached over and slapped at my pulsing pussy, warm juices gushing out, spraying car guy’s arm, running down his busy hand and soaking the fabric of the mattress beneath my spasming body. 

When my orgasm subsided, as everything was going a bit dark, the big guy pulled his cock from my throat. I coughed and gagged breathing in delicious air, forgetting momentarily that I wasn’t able to breathe. Car guy pulled his finger out, his hand slick with my juice and rubbed himself off on my heaving stomach. His clothes joined the rest on the floor, “Ok, I think she’s ready,” he said, his thickness coming back into view. He crawls to the headboard and lays on his back, his thick cock standing firmly in the air. As I regain some composure, and they move around, I take in my surroundings a bit.

The big guy is absolutely the largest (in stature anyway). He’s about 6’8″ tall, wide chest, with muscles on his muscles. Looks like he spends any time not eating or sleeping at the gym packing on the muscle. As far as hardware is concerned, it’s fairly long but not too wide. Looks about nine solid inches, and then two inches thick.

The ball guy is at the end of the bed. He’s a bit scrawny, short red hair, brown eyes, and a nose that looks like it’s been broken one too many times. He stands with a bit of a slouch, and at just under 6′. His arms and legs are lanky, and there’s something a bit… off about him. His hardness juts out about six inches, inch and a half thick. Nice mushroom head ballooning out at the end to make my mouth water a bit. His balls though, they’re enormous! I bite my lower lip as I imagine them pumping their massive load deep into my pussy.

Car guy stands about 6’1″, and is classically muscled. Not so much to be intimidating, but enough to feel safe wrapped in his arms. He is thicker than the other two. On his back his cock is standing eight inches tall, but that girth! I find myself crawling over to it before I even realize what my body is doing. I lick his cock from base to head as I climb by, straddle him, and lower myself onto his thick shaft. His bulbous head spreads my lips apart wondrously as my round ass pushes closer to the mattress. It slips past the narrow channel of my opening, and glides the rest of the way in rubbing along my lubricated walls as it fills me. I grasp the rails of the headboard and gasp at the sudden sensation of penetration, his thickness buried fully inside me. He slaps one side of my ass and brings a hand to a breast as it dangles just above his face. His tongue lashes out against the nipple on the captured breast, as the mattress groans.

The big guy has come up behind me, a knee to one side, foot at the other. The head of his hard cock rubs firmly against my tight, available hole as it lines up. Just before it gets any depth, ball man is next to me on the mattress. He holds the ponytail at the back of my head, and pushes his throbbing shaft into my open mouth. The big guy times his intrusion perfectly with the oral attack, sinking his manhood into my ass inch by inch as ball man’s cock hits the back of my throat. I moan around him, one hand leaving the headboard and crashing down into the chest of car guy as I find myself becoming stuffed with more cock than I’ve ever had simultaneously. My pussy contracted around car guy, another orgasm beginning at the feeling of being completely filled with men.

The big guy behind me gripping my dripping peach in each of his large hands, practically lifting me off the bed as he steadily pushed all the way in. Car guy thrusted under me, enjoying my sudden tightness while my body began to spasm on top of him. He squeezed my breasts tight, rubbing his fingers across my hard nipples. I moaned throatily against the pelvis of ball man, his cock buried in mouth. My tongue lulled out, rubbing wetly along his large sack as I sucked weakly at the probe parting my lips. My toes curled at the ends of my shaking legs, waves of pleasure coursing through me as the big guy spread my cheeks and lifted, giving car guy more room to thrust in and out with his strong legs, and a better angle to begin pumping his length into my tight ass. His hands fondled my soft flesh as he began moving in and out, slow at first but picking up speed every time he bottomed out inside.

Car guy released my tits, letting them swing from my chest at the increasing pounding from behind. He moved his hands to the backs of my thighs, providing better leverage to throw his thickness into my quivering depths. His efforts were rewarded with a muffled scream, and a torrent of my juices raining down along his cock, down his balls, and into the mattress. One hand left my thigh and slapped at my swaying breast, intensifying my raging orgasm. Ball man was driving in and out of my face hard enough to slap his weighty sack against my chin, a sensation I didn’t even know I desperately needed in my life before now. If I could just get control over my spasming body, I could reach out and massage those large, cum filled marbles, but as it is I’m just barely holding on to the headboard with one, the other raking along someone (not sure who or where).

The two buried between my legs stopped moving, maybe to help me come down from an orgasm by now bordering painful. They both sunk all they way in and held firm. Ball man continued thrusting into my mouth, delighted at the slurping noises my lips made as they remained locked tightly around his throbbing shaft. My breathing became more steady as my climax finally subsided, and I reached a hand up to cup the man’s balls. He ran his hands through my bright pink hair, the tie having come out at some point. It flowed freely around his hand, car guy marveling at the light blonde highlights scattered throughout as it draped over my shoulder, dangling above his face. The big guy grabbed a handful of my silky locks, and began his motion again. His strokes were slow on the way out, but sudden and forceful back in. His body slamming into mind caused me to ride the cock penetrating my juicy pussy, sliding up and down the thick pole, brushing my spread clit against his body with every thrust.

I bring my hand from ball man’s weighty sack, and wrap my fingers around his shaft as my mouth works his length. My hand pumps up and down, mouth sucking hard at the head, licking the semen leaking from the tip. The bodies penetrating my lower body pick up their pace, strong fingers massaging into the flesh of my ass, muscled legs crashing into my exposed center. I moan into the spongy knob leaking into my mouth, trying to milk it’s contents out in earnest. With each penetrating dive into my body, I moan more incessantly into the hot meat sliding along my tongue. My hand retreats from his rod, finding purchase at his lower back as I press my face firmly against his groin. The large head slid to into my throat, lodging itself fully in my slurping chasm, and began pulsing.

My tongue felt each blissful rope of cum leave ball man’s testicles, pulsing all along his shaft through my mouth, and out the end of his rigid cock straight down my awaiting throat. The first hot jet pushed me into another delightful climax, my legs clamping tightly around car guy, back arching, muscles tensing. This new position allowed the big guy to get some faster anal pounding in, and he found himself reaching his creamy finish soon after. The muscles around my tight sphincter contracted in rhythm with his spurting organ, milking the seed from within. Their journey into my warm body in search of an egg to fertilize doomed from the start. Despite my shaky state, I was able to pull my head back, with the help of ball guy. My mouth sucked the pulsing cock as it continued cuming, hot semen rushing against my swirling tongue. Car guy remained still under me, holding my thighs tight. His thick manhood surely on the brink of eruption, buried balls deep inside my convulsing pussy as the slick walls tense and constrict around it. His head comes up and pushes between my heaving breasts, moaning into my chest as he tries to hold on. I slurp down the growing load in my mouth, tongue coated in potent semen, ball man’s cock still ejecting more beyond my sealed lips.

The big guy begins sliding his spent cock out of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to get a better view of my hole sucking his length as it emerges. I grind my hips against car guy, then bounce lightly while sucking the life out of ball guy. Another load gets swallowed down, the cock sputtering just a few more times. Ball guy groans satisfied, and grabs me by the throat as he removes himself from my mouth. He tilts my head up, angling my face towards his, and watches as I swallow the last of his cum. Finally it’s car guy’s turn. He slaps my ass hard, causing my body to spasm again. With both hands firmly grasping my juicy peach he thrusts rapidly, legs humping up into my body as it crashes back down on him. He pumps and pumps, gripping me tightly all the while. My head falls to his shoulder, and I moan loudly into the nape of his neck. Our juices escape around our interlocked bodies, leaking down his shaft as it pulses his living essence into my quivering lips. He stops with one final thrust, savoring the sensation of his raw cock spilling his seed into my velvety folds. My pussy walls continue contracting, and I grind side to side, making sure that every last drop is drawn from his thick shaft. His arms spread up my back, hands strongly gripping my shoulders while he pumps hips with the last few twitches. My body collapses onto him, limp from the exchange.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes, his two friends having left after achieving their own pleasure. His cock remained inside of me while my climax subsided, feeling returning to my extremities. I began wondering where I really was, mind swimming through worrying thoughts of abductions and all sorts of terrible situations. Car guy breathed deep, running fingers through my hair, colors shifting violently. Pink fading from the dominant field replaced by deep brown, blond highlights sliding around as orange krept in. Black roots appeared, but blue tips stayed at the tips.

“Despite your predicament, looks like a job well done on our part?” car guy offered, twisting my blue ends around a finger. So, he knows quite a bit about my condition… His big friend returned to the room, proclaimed, “Ready,” and waited.

Car guy pushed me off of his sweaty body, his half erect penis emerging from my steaming hole seductively slowly. Faint pink lines snuck their way back into my hair, mixing with the blue tips as he knelt on the bed next to me and ran a finger up my well used snatch. I moaned despite myself, grabbing the mattress with intensity. He got off the bed, pulled on some shorts offered by the big guy, saying, “Ok.”

They were on me in an instant. Strong hands grabbing my weakened and tingling limbs, hoisting me off the bed. They carried me out of the small room and further down the hall. Car guy let my legs go, flopping my feet to the ground roughly. I walked along with them, not really much else I could do. They led me down into the basement and into a plain, white room. There’s a few lights in the ceiling, and a mattress on the floor. A chain is connected to the cold, concrete flooring, shackles attached to it. An orange halo emerges at my roots, and falls all along my messy hair. Minor blonde highlights may be picked out if someone is looking hard enough, but right fear at my situation is rampant in my mind, gripping my chest, and screaming from my dangling locks.

Ball man is there, too. He has a candle in one hand, lighter in the other. As I’m roughly forced onto the new mattress he lights the candle. It smells wonderful, I have to admit. Sit on the mattress, legs to my breast, arms wrapped around myself as I watch the three men approach. They just stand there, watching as the aroma from the candle fills the room.

Car guy and the big one are both obviously erect behind the thin material of their shorts, and ball guy is practically salivating as he holds the candle just a couple of feet from my face. I suddenly become aware of my growing sense of arousal. A certain part of me was turned on, deep down, at the prospect of being chained in the basement. Being used day and night as a fuck toy by these guys, over and over. Their cum flowing out of them, flowing forcefully into me, or onto me. I found myself dwelling on this thought, my fears melting away slightly, the blond and pink stubbornly working its way back into my hair. The mattress below me was becoming damp from more than just the semen leaking from my well used holes. Any tenderness I was feeling from the previous encounter was practically gone, and I desperately wanted to have something or someone inside me again. Now. Fortunately I won’t have to go looking this time, or any other time if these guys get their way.

…does anyone even know I’m missing yet?

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