Grabbed

As I start to stand up, looking about, I find myself face to face with a dirty, middle-aged man. He gives me a dirty, mischievous grin, before grabbing me around my throat. "Whore, you're coming with me, if you know what's good for you. You are going to meet some new faces, and you're going to serve all of them."

He spoke with a certainty I found surprising, though I also found it erotic. He pulled me around and in front of him, pushing me along roughly before him. I managed to keep my pace in front of him, his rough manner causing me to orgasm as he pushed me along, down the road a few doors, and across the street. He pushed me toward the front door and held me to one side as he knocked. In a moment, I watched the door open, and he said something to those inside.

Soon, I'm looking at a total of five men, of a variety of ages, though all of them appear dirty and discovered. As they walk out, I look around me and see people and cars driving by. I'm quite out in the open, naked, and surrounded by a group of dirty men, all of whom seem to have one thing in mind.

I find myself switching between apprehension and erotic passions, as one of them roughly pushed me down to my knees. I'm naked, and quite at their mercy. My purse, not to mention most of my belongings, save for my clothes which had been tossed who knows where earlier, are at work or locked inside of my condo. I don't have my phone, and I find myself quite **** before them. Despite that, I find that vulnerability turning me on quite handy, and I feft an orgasm shoot through me then.

I pause, quite aware of the rather distinct bugle in each of their pants, which becomes all the more visible to me as they confidentially walk to surround me on all sides.