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Thread: Party Favor (Bevatoria and meomeo)

At first, Trent wondered if her giggles were because she thought his request silly, but with how they persisted it was obvious that the booze was probably affecting her responses in more ways then one. But in his eyes, alcohol only made people more likely to do the things they wanted to do anyways. Don't drink it too fast... He teased. Trent made her another cocktail the name of which he'd tell her later if she asked for it, preferably after she'd downed another half or so, and he grabbed himself a long island iced tea feeling a bit of a buzz, but not wanting to lose it based on where things were headed. At her asking him to not bring her someplace not too quiet, he knew just where to go. There's a room that the team usually claims upstairs, a bit of a sittinggaming room.... He handed her a fresh drink, and grabbed his own as he led her upstairs to a room with a couch, a couple of chairs, and a foosball table with two players nearby. Carter was already there with a couple of the other guys, but they pretended to ignore the tipsy girl and Trent. He settled into a nice brown leather chair, pulling Christie into his lap as he did, setting his drink on a nearby table. He spread his legs so the small brunette could easily settle in between them and lean on his chest, his hands running up and down her bare arms as he smirked at her. Quiet enough for you? He teased with the idle conversation and a halfhearted game of foosball going on nearby the taunting was louder then the shots. Right now, he was fighting the temptation to ease those straps down her arms as he looked down the front of her dress to ogle her smooth caucasian skin...
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Stairs and this goddamn skirt are a match made in hell - Christie half-drunkenly realizes as soon as she took a first step up. The cutting is simply too tight, every step causes it to ride way up to show an improper amount of her legs. With her right hand holding the plastic cup, she used her left to press the fabric against her bottoms. It hardly mattered. Luckily, as far as Christie could tell, the party is in full swing and no one is really bothered to catch a glimpse of her upskirt - where one would see a black stringy thong so no panty lines are seen on her dress. Christie let out a sigh of relief as she reached the first floor... only to find he had made his way into some sort of a gaming room. Okay, so they are removed from the crowded party downstairs, but she had expected something like an empty bedroom so they could make out in private, not a small gathering... WOAH! she cries out as Trent's arm - the girth of her calves - forcefully wrapped around her middle, and she stumbled backwards into his lap. Her drink swooshed and a few drops spilled out onto the front of her dress - which thankfully is black in color. And as Christie looked downwards, her dress had bunched up so much even she could see her underwear poking out from between her creamy legs. Out of modesty she tugged at the hem... but its futile. If anything she might tear the dress in half! And then she looked up right there one of the foosball player has caught her whole act, and could see right up her legs to boot. She felt her cheeks glow crimson, and clasped her legs together. Quiet enough for you? She turned around and snuggled against his neck, and whispered with her breath smelling like a drunkard, I was expecting a bit more privacy, to be honest...
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The way Christie lazilydrunkenly snuggled up to him was in somewhat stark contrast to her words, if not the way she said them. I was expecting a bit more privacy, to be honest... Trent let the moment settle, smelled the booze on her breath, his hands - as rough as they were with all of the contact of football and the framing he'd done in the summer - run slowly up and down her smooth skin. His friends were half paying attention now to the show, as much him slowly bringing her in as they were to her skirt riding up her legs to show off her underwear. He'd almost wished he could sneak a longer peak, but Trent contented himself with a leer and a half growl, half nuzzle of his own as he felt her forehead press against the side of his head. C'mon, doll...you said you wanted some quiet... He teased. Just relax, nobody's looking at us anyways. A technicality, as they weren't as much looking at him as they were at her, and his playing with her. Trent ran his lips on her forehead, tasting her skin as he smelled her perfume, lipstick, the booze she'd drank fuck, he'd made that strong. He stopped himself only for a bit more of a swig from his drink - careful not to lose his own senses - before he deliberately turned into her. Just let go. And then Trent's lips pushed against hers, twisting his head and hers so he could taste her sweet lips, sliding her left dress strap off of her shoulder so he could explore more of her collarbone and the soft flesh of her upper breast. He craved more, of course, but it was as much about holding his own desire back the evidence of which was bulging in his shorts, pushing against Christie's rear whenever she bumped him as drawing her in. Building the crescendo until either he or she lost control and they gave in to their carnal desire, not caring about where, who, or when. And he was certainly less then inclined to give a fuck about where they were, only about what he wanted. Trent's hand was bolder, his right moving to her upper thigh to tease the hem of her skirt while his other pushed the strap of her dress off of her shoulder entirely and down her arm while he kissed her...
Thread: Party Favor (Bevatoria and meomeo)

Christie barely had time to let out a surprised yelp as his mouth pushed against hers, so hard her head almost snapped backwards, with his tongue brute-forcing its way between her lips and down her throat. He smelled of booze and something cinnamon-ish. His kiss overwhelmed her senses, and she moaned helplessly against his assault. She grabbed onto his biceps top stop herself from falling over, only to find that they are so big her hand hardly encircled half his girth. Which turned her on even more. Christie may be half-drunk, but from her periphery vision she is keenly aware that the game of foosball has stopped, and they are guilty for that. She is - or they are - putting on a live show. A voice inside Christies head screamed that she was not raised this way. Making out and possibly hooking up with a guy she met for 10 minutes was pushing it. Being stripped as a half dozen guys looked on This is SO WRONG!! But right now that voice is being overruled by her body her base biological needs. She fought an overwhelming desire to go putty and melt into Trents lap. She kissed back furiously because of how good it felt. Every cell is aflame with desire. She heard herself whimper once more as she struggled for breath. And if he decides to feel her up between her legs, he would discover the effect he had on her. Even through her panties. Good girl voice inside head won out for a brief moment. With a free hand Christie shuffled a strap back over her shoulder, so the dress wont peel off her body. Next moment, she tugged at the hem, hoping to regain some semblance of modesty. But it was like a lone firefighter going against a rampant forest fire. Her dress is coming off one way or another. She knew those large, rough hands will ensure of that. The way he touched her shows that those hands know their way around a womans body, if not then definitely how to undress one. The kiss broke off. Christie gasped for air. She felt her lips wet and bee stung, and if she had a mirror she would find her eyes lidded, and hazy with passion. Those guys are right there! She softly protests, ashamed to face the gaggle of onlookers.
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Christie's reaction was as much as Trent could have hoped for the way her mind seemed to be trying to say no with as she tried to adjust her dress and grasped his arm weakly. Whether she was trying to hold on or push him away, he wasn't sure. But her response as he kissed her, her moans with each push against her lips, her body's struggle to contain itself...that was what Trent craved. No total submission nor resistance, but the fight to tell which would win out. Those guys are right there! Her statement was met by a raise of the eyebrow from Trent, followed by his grin widening a bit as his eyes went to the adjusted strap on her shoulder, the hem of her dress pulled down for the moment but threatening to reveal her lacy panties again should he choose it. He looked away before meeting Christie's eyes deliberately and patiently, and his response was in the same vein. So? He whispered huskily, the hand on Christie's thigh travelling upwards to her centre, still covered for the moment as his fingers probed between her legs. You seem to be enjoying it... He leaned in to brush his lips against her ear while he traced the lips of her sex through the tiny garment before his hand finally retreated from her. His hands went to the apex between her shoulder and neck as his eyes met her lustfulconfused gaze. His hands pushed down just a bit, a forewarning to their path as Trent tilted his head and pulled her in for another hard, demanding kiss. As he did, his hands pushed her dress straps off of her shoulders and down her arms roughly, disregarding any resistance she would put up to try to stop him as he yanked the fabric of her dress down to her waist, revealing her half naked torso to the entire room, and any underwear she was or wasn't wearing to cover her tits.
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So? You seem to be enjoying it... Trent's eyes glint mischievously. Christie realized that the sweet hunky football player who had wooed her downstairs was gone. Perhaps a ruse in the first place. In his place appeared a deviant who seemingly reveled in putting her in such a humiliating predicament. Fear gripped Christie as she knew she has completely lost control of upcoming events. No, I ain't! Please... take me somewhere else... But her pleading was cut short by her own high-pitched little moan, as his long fingers found her most sensitive of her flesh through the lacy fabric. Ahhh... she breathed, the muscles in her body quivering uncontrollably with desire at his touch. She wants him inside her. Is it possible to be so scared and so horny at the same time?! What on earth is this strange heart-thumping thrill? Christie wished she still had her full mental faculties to process the emotions rippling through her head... the alcohol she consumed seemed to impair her more and more as the minutes tick by. Then he kissed her again, and then she heard a tearing sound and felt cool air upon her chest. By her count 2 boys had ever seen her topless 3, depending on how you define 'see' - that room was pretty dark, and in one flash that number multiplied three or four folds! She tried voicing her displeasure but the sound was muffled by his tongue invading her mouth. She tried to turn away from the room and towards Trent, so the crowd won't be able to look at her cruelly exposed boobs and pinkish brown small nipples. But all she achieved was some sort of wriggling in his lap. All the time his member wedging against her lower back was growing - so hard, hot, and pulsing. Christie had never had something of that girth inside her. And Christie knew Trent is going to ruin her in more ways than one.
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The only place Trent was intent on taking the half naked brunette under his hands and arms was right in that room. Tearing Christie's dress slightly or not so slightly was inconsequential as long as it exposed her soft white body to his rough hands and perverted gaze. Even as she resisted, her rubbing against his lap would lead to a different outcome. He saw her hard nipples, her bare breasts, and what little restraint was left in him was quickly gone. He would have all of her, and have her now. With her dress now at her waist, his lips stayed on hers, refusing to give her time to think about anything other then pleasure, and not about how awkwardly she was bent, her back to him, or how her ass was rubbing his manhood suggestively. Let her try to resist his furious kisses, or his tongue raping her mouth, and not his hands continuing to push her dress down her hips. The movements were stilted and awkward, which was the point the struggling was the fun part. And judging by the wolf whistles and hollering, the guys were enjoying the show too. With her smaller size compared to his and the tenor of the room, there was only one way it would end. Christie would feel Trent's hands push furiously down her legs, and he cramped over - stopping his kisses on her - only to push or pull her dress off of her entirely and toss the garment away. And he started to toy with her hot little body with one large hand pushing into her panties and fingering her sex, the other grasping one of her firm breasts in his rough hand. It would leave the freshman girl in just her panties and heels in front of several guys she'd never met...
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You son of a... Christie gasped as what remained of her dress was pushed past her knees... and then her heels. She squirmed in his lap, trying to worm her way out, but his vice-like arm is pinning her body to his. There is no escape. Not that it was a sound plan to start with. With the way her dress had torn there is no way Christie is putting that thing back on without a sewing kit. Even if she gets away from him, she could... run downstairs in nothing but her panties for help? All at once Christie felt a throbbing anger, red-hot embarrassment, extreme self-consciousness. An 18 year-old girl stripped down to nothing, perched and exposed in front of a gaggle of frat boys. Her creamy skin and supple flesh manhandled and fondled from behind. She tried to move her head away but his mouth always seemed to find hers. Thrusting his tongue down her throat. One second she still had her panties on, and the next the fabric was pushed aside and his fingers are inside her. Christie whimpered and protested. She tried thrashing around. Her right elbow smacked into his side. It was as if hitting a block of granite. A solid 8. Yeah could use bigger pair o' tits. They are talking about her as if she isn't there... as if she's a piece of meat. Daggers shoot out of her eyes, which they seem to find amusing. A few of them have resumed their game of foosball. They know this show isn't ending anytime soon. Yet Christie knew that behind all their bravado, behind their taunting and whistling and calling her an eight, they find her desirable. She can spot their lust from their eyes. And somehow, making all these boys horny all at once is... No way... that is too debased. She couldn't possibly derive any pleasure from this situation. But his fingers slide into her real easy. And the wet sounds coming from between her clasped legs...
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Even as he kept working Christie's lithe body, squirming in his lap, Trent wasn't about to let all of his colleague's comments go unanswered. You guys can have your beach ball blondes. I like tits I can grab and squeeze, not fakes. To emphasize the point, his free hand traveled to give a particularly harsh grope of Christie's left breast. His right continued to push his fingers in and out of Christie's body beneath her one remaining item of clothing aside from her shoes, and he could feel and hear her body's reaction to his fingering her. Eventually, he stopped groping her tits only to push his shorts down awkwardly, now only his boxers hit his large manhood from the open air of the room. All of the attention was on Christie, though, and he planned on keeping it that way as he - after a minute or so - stopped fingering her to force his wet fingers inside of her mouth, yanking her hair back so she'd open. Don't bite...things might get a little more interesting if you do... The hand holding her hair slapped her face lightly - mostly to draw the attention back to him - and then his rough hands went to her one remaining item of clothing and pulled at both sides, and the sound of her panties tearing filled the room as he tossed the useless garment away, leaving her completely naked on his lap, in front of several horny football players and frat boys. Although the only horny guy she needed to be concerned with was the one who's cock was pushing against her back, as his hand went around her hips. Ever done reverse cowgirl? He whispered huskily into her ear. Because you're about to in front of everyone... Trent's cock was hard, and butting up against Christie's back and rear.
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Christie should be absolutely livid. She should have spun around and slapped him real hard in the face, gather up whatever dregs are left of her clothes, and storm out. He may be able to overpower her, but at least she should have tried... if only to preserve her dignity. Yet here she is, churning about on his lap as he crudely finger-fucks her while she puts up token resistance. Perhaps she is just starving off admitting the unthinkable that in some deep recess of her head she somehow found this debasement and humiliation... perversely hot. That's crazy talk! But her body's reaction to him... to the crowd... is totally betraying her. it was as if another girl - one super-slut - has taken charge of her body. Or maybe that other girl was inside her all along. To the point that when his fingers abruptly took leave of her she let out the most pathetic whimper... Christie needs to be pleasured and filled up, right away. She couldn't stand his flesh leaving her, right before her mouth is filled up with his digits and the overwhelming musky scent of her very own sex. Her eyes rolled up as he forced his fingers down her throat, but she reminded herself to be a good girl and fought her instincts to bite down. She pretended not to hear the derisive laughter from the other side of the room, or the sound of her panties tearing in half. Her privates now fully exposed, together with her very private tattoo a tiny indigo swallow in flight, inked right below her bikini line above her left leg. Her legs made a little twitch as if the old Christie inside her instinctively tried to clasp them together... but the new her won the battle once more, leaving them splayed wide and her whole womanly parts on display. Ever done reverse cowgirl? Christie had never done much apart from missionary. But she is already too far surrendered to her senses to give any sort of reply. Those thick wet fingers in her mouth the monstrosity throbbing at the smalls of her back. They are all she could think of They demand to be satisfied, and Christie felt a perverse excitement course through her as she felt... honored to be the chosen girl. Perhaps its time to give up her token resistance... and just give in her basest desires.
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Willing or unwilling, Trent was going to take the naked slut here and now in front of his friends, who's interest had been heightened by the sight of her hot little body being totally stripped of clothing, as well as her natural reactions of submission. Still, this was going to be tricky, but this wasn't entirely about their comfort...or hers, really. If Trent wanted to just fuck her, he would've thrown her over the coffee table and had at her already. But he wanted to do far more then that. He wanted to put on a show, with the hot, naked brunette as the main attraction, and he gave her ass a little slap, his hard cock tweaking her back. I know you want it... He whispered huskily as his hands found her hips. I knew it the moment I saw you. He hefted her up effortlessly, his strong grip easily finding purchase as he bent Christie and his hips so that his cock was positioned near her entrance. It's why you stayed dressed like that...because you're a tease. He leaned back, his hips tilting so that his cock was positioned near her entrance. And teases need to be punished. Trent pulled her back down on his hard member, the tip of him inside of her. He grunted as he felt her around him. Now ride me like the slut you are... He grabbed her hair to spur her on, pushing his hips upwards. The objective, of course, was to put her on display leaving Christie sitting up, impaled on his cock, totally nude, her breasts bouncing and body glistening with sweat for all to see...but he'd be thrusting into her either way. And she would take all of him.
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Christie froze in fear as she is hoisted into the air, momentarily losing her balance and bearings - he had picked her up as easy as a rag doll. 'Punished.' What does he mean? Her answer would come swift. In a flash and a wet sucking noise he is fully inside her. And even though she was quite wet already, it's done so fast and he's so hard... it still stung. Oh my gaaaaww-ooOOSH!!! were the only syllables to escape Christie's lips, coming out in a breathless whimper of agony and ecstasy. Her body's immediate reaction was to bend over, but he is one step ahead. A sharp pull in her scalp made her sit up and push her chest out. Forcing her to look at the frat boys ten feet ahead of her. Everything is displayed his veiny member's entry into her pink sex, her smooth torso imprinted with her shape of her ribs, her nipples pointing up at the ceiling. This is a live lewd show of the highest order. Christie maneuvered for a more comfy position... 'Cause being fucked at this is angle bothered her. But to rest of the room it looked like she is squirming and trying to gorge herself on his cock. Then came the first mighty thrust of his hips to rock her world. AHHH! Christie cried out in surprise. His thrusts impaled him even deeper inside her... She could feel him all the way in her tummy. A few of the guys adjusted their jeans. No doubt the sight of her is having some effect. And is that guy taping this on his phone...?! Somehow, arousing half a dozen guys all at once is gave Christie a sense of empowerment she never felt before. All she could think of is how they're all so goddamned handsome. It's too late to have second thoughts about her dignity and pride. Shouldn't have worn that ridiculous dress. Shouldn't have downed two drinks within minutes with a guy she has never met. It's funny how she was trying to justify her behavior earlier. Maybe she is just a slut. Strands of her hair entered her vision. Christie stared blankly ahead with half-lidded eyes, and she had involuntarily bit on her lips. All the while her lithe little body grinded on the massive cock taking her mercilessly from behind.
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Each thrust into Christie wet, giving body was deliberate, hard. The impacts were audible, the sounds of his manhood sliding in and out lewd, and the sight of her being used arousing to everyone in the room. Most of all Trent, the first to get the pleasure of her slim, tight body around his cock. Ugh. His grunts were primal, male behind her as he let her go so she could brace herself on the table in front of them, and he stood up to get more leverage so he could really start taking her from behind. One arm planted in front of her shoulder as he continued to pound her, so her body was effectively pinned, his cock having nowhere to go but deep, deep inside her. Carter stole a quick, painful grope of Christie's bare breast, twisting her nipple while Trent continued to fuck her. His friend grinned at the sight. You want to give me a hand? laughed Trent, still putting most of his effort into pounding Christie mercilessly. For his part, Carter looked her over, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back again. We going to pull a train on this slut? Seems like she wants it. Their conversation was a background, witty banter going on as the real show continued on unabated, Trent's hips relentless as they pounded his large cock into the naked slut.