Around the corner

After classes at the university, I was heading home; it was already around eight in the evening, wintertime, so it had gotten quite dark outside. I had never dared to take the shortcut through the little square between two buildings before, as there were always a lot of guys there, clearly not sober, but today was extremely cold, and I decided to quickly dash across the square and go unnoticed, but that wasn't how it turned out...

And it all started like this. Approaching the square, I listened carefully; it seemed no voices could be heard. So I walked briskly, but suddenly, from around the corner, a strong male hand slipped out and pulled me

close. The man reeked of booze breath; it was noticeable he had recently drunk some cheap rotgut and smoked cheap cigarettes. He pressed his lips against mine (he could have at least bothered to put gum in his mouth). The sensation wasn't one of the most pleasant, but I've had worse. He kissed me, what's called French kissing, shoving his nasty, slippery tongue with an unpleasant smell into my mouth and roaming around. But from such a kiss, I didn't feel like I was in France; at best, it felt like being on a rough construction site.

After about 5 minutes, some strange male individuals started approaching us. And each of them tried to grope me in all my intimate places. My partner wasn't greedy and passed me on to his friend, who started kissing me in the same way, but at least he didn't stink like the previous one.

Meanwhile, someone had already slipped a hand under my coat and started boldly pushing it into my panties. I tried to break free and scream, but then someone said to me in a threatening tone: "If you scream and struggle, you won't leave here alive. Better be a good girl, and everything will be like in love movies." I realized I wouldn't be able to escape and relaxed, hoping to get at least a drop of pleasure from what was about to happen to me. After about ten minutes, some car, like an Audi, pulled up. The men talked about something, put me in the car, got in themselves, the car started moving, and they took me somewhere. I felt uneasy and a bit scared, but I was afraid to say even a word, let alone ask where and in which direction they were taking me.

Soon we arrived at some house. They led me out by the arms and took me inside. Then I managed to count the number of men who were going to have me. There were five. And the guy who reeked horribly of booze breath was no longer there; at least that was some consolation.

One man took me by the hand, led me into a room, apparently a bedroom, and ordered me to undress, which I did. Then he lowered his jeans, put me on my knees, and said in a stern voice: "Suck." I started sucking, as resisting was pointless. I sucked him as best I could, licked the head, took his cock completely into my mouth, licked and sucked his balls, jerked him off. Then I felt a pulsing in my mouth; my partner came.

Then four more men came in. They also lowered their pants. Someone positioned himself near my mouth, someone started fucking my pussy, someone my ass. All of this seriously aroused me, and I started getting high. I couldn't count the number of my orgasms, or I simply don't remember anymore. When all the men had finished inside me, they dressed me, put me in the car, and drove me home. When I got home, I immediately went to the shower. Everything hurt terribly; semen was leaking from my pussy and ass...

That's how I returned home after classes)