They get you out, minus something important

The guys all kneel around you, not bothering to steal glances at your legs as they look back. They're all being pretty open about it, and you shift to try to cover yourself a bit better, and while you manage to get your ass under, the robe shifts even more under you as you do so. They all seem to think a deliberate approach is necessary for getting you out.

Except for Tommy, who just grabs your robe and yanks. His reward is to slip and fall, losing his grip on everything except your sash, which he yanks out as he falls backwards, nearly hitting his head on the floor. Of more immediate consequence is how the robe splays out even worse, and your entire front torso is now pressed against the carpet - it's no more then a glorified blanket on you now, and you quickly think about how to cover yourself when you do get back up.

The other guys try pulling a bit, but it's no use, as the material is caught pretty well and nobody wants to rip it. Eventually, one of the guys (one named Stan) waves everyone out, and kneels near you, grabbing under both of your shoulders in an attempt to lift you up and out. His arm touches bare skin as it crosses your chest, and your skin is electric where he brushes against you.

He starts to stand up, and then pulls, using both you and the robe as leverage. You can feel the sleeves giving, but they seem to be pulling out. The problem is, he's lifting you out as well, the robe starting to fly out from your body, and you know that if he keeps doing that they're going to see everything, and you tense.

"No, we've almost got it." His grip on you tightens, and you tense even more.

"If you keep doing that you'll-"

With that, the pressure suddenly falls away, and you fall back from the dresser, your and Stan's momentum carrying you backwards. He manages to stop, as he was partially standing to begin with, and he tries to do the same with you with a cast iron grip.

The problem being, his grip was on the robe, as that was the only thing he thought to grab as he went backwards. The one that was barely big enough for you to begin with, hardly held on with a sash that was now in Tommy's hands. He's left there holding the robe as you spin out of the only thing that was covering you.

You bump off of John as you stumble, and fall forwards into the last guy, who's name you don't know, and he steps back slightly to absorb the blow, holding you close to him to make sure you don't fall over again. Your gently bring your arms up to him, his body pressed against yours as you try to push yourself away.

"Thanks..."

"William" He says. You again gently try to disentangle yourself, but his hug against you isn't letting up. In fact, you can feel his hands roaming, first over your back, but they're moving lower, to say nothing of his eyes. He stares down the front of you, backing up to get a better view. You look behind you now, and see the guys all moving in, ogling what they hadn't seen yet - your entire body, exposed to them.

For his part, William knees your thighs, forcing you to spread your legs further as he clenches your ass, his other hand delicately moving down the front of you. Your arms fly up to cover your breasts and vagina desperately, but the guys move faster, and your arms are pulled to the sides. Your hand are pressed against the bulges in their jeans, and your slit is teased against William's knee, and he smiles.

"Looks like someone else is enjoying this too..." He wipes your slit with his hand and pressed it against your face, and you feel the wetness with it, and know the truth. This isn't entirely consensual, but even as the guys are 'forcing' you, there's still a wave of pleasure coursing through you when they touch you, as they **** your hands to open their jeans, and onto their cocks - you can barely get your hand around one of them. Every time you accidentally brush against them, feeling their clothes against your skin, reminding you of the situation you find yourself in, completely naked in front of four guys you barely know, who are fully clothed and forcing you to do what they want you to do.

For the moment, this means you've unzipped John and Stan, and are moving your hands up and down their hardening shafts, as you feel William poking at your exposed pussy with something that's definitely not his fingers. He teases your thighs briefly, and he towers over you for a moment, enjoying your naked body again, before grinning, his hands moving deliberately before squeezing your hair, breast, and kissing you all at once. It is not an action of love; it is an action of power, looking to control your entire body right before he thrusts into you unexpectedly.

He continues to maul your breast as Tommy grabs the other one from behind, his shirt rubbing against your exposed skin, reminding you that you're the only naked person in the room, near four fully clothed guys who all want to fuck you.

You wonder, as you feel Tommy spread your ass cheeks, if they all will, and William lifts you up slightly so he can fuck you more comfortably, and you lean back into Tommy as he lifts you up, mauling both of your breasts as he does, and your feel the high coming back to you, every sense tingling as you look to pleasure the guys as much as they're trying to pleasure you, squeezing the guy's cocks with your hands, pussy, and ass as Tommy tries to fuck you from behind in an awkward fashion.

The only sounds in the room are the squishing sounds of cocks inside of you, or being rubbed by you, and you can only hope you didn't miss the Clefts coming home....