Twisted Twister

The bar had been heaving that night, but that was typical for a Saturday night in a city center. Thankfully, the boss, Darren was conveniently oblivious to our drinking behind the bar, and with me being the only girl working behind the bar that night I got more than a few drinks from the regulars.

By closing time I was more than a little tipsy and when the offer of a game of Twister cropped up in a conversation I didn’t need to be asked twice and stumbled down into a cellar to find the box. I grabbed it and started walking back into the main bar, Darren had gone into the office, which meant usually one of two things, he was going to count his money and do paperwork, or to get pissed or high, either way he’d be in there till the early hours, before stumbling up some secret stairs to his apartment during the early hours.

The clean up got forgotten pretty quickly once I opened the box and laid down the mat, clumsily attaching the spinner to the little board. There were four of us left, me, Ben who’s tall, blond and skinny, a bit of a pretty boy, he volunteered to spin. Jon, he’s a metal freak, tall, well built, spiky dyed red hair, and a lip piercing. Finally there was Mark, slightly shorter and quieter than the other two, but no less cute.

We took our place on the board, I had Jon to my left and Mark to my right Ben sat sprawled on a chair in front of me.

“Faith should go first, then Mark, then Jon.” Ben said already taking the first spin, “right foot red.” I placed my leg down giggling. “Mark, left foot green.” Mark’s leg crossed over mine a touch with sent a shiver through my spine every time it happened. Jon’s right hand went on blue knotting us more.

After several minutes I was almost doing the crab, I had Mark’s arm right between my legs and Jon’s arse almost in my face. I felt Mark’s forearm rubbing me, making me damp, Ben quickly became aware of what was going on and began to fix to game so that the Mark and Jon got gradually closer, my legs were spread revealing my black thong under my tiny skirt. I was getting wetter and the guys, harder.

Seconds later Ben dropped the board and the other two clicked and pounced on me their hard cocks soon pressed into me at various places as they clawed at my shirt, popping buttons over the wooden floor, I was suddenly sitting, my shirt ripped over my arms, tossed aside, hands were over my tits and chest grabbing, squeezing, clawing at my bra, snapping and tearing it’s clasp.

I was shoved onto all fours, I felt my skirt being hitched over my ass, exposing me, I felt so dirty, but so horny. My thong got torn away from my dripping pussy lips. Fingers were over it instantly, slurping noises came from Ben as he licked my cum off his sticky fingers, Jon’s cock was pushing into my face, forcing my lips apart, I welcomed his stiff shaft into my mouth, Mark’s hands were over my ass, spreading my cheeks, fingering my puckered hole.

Jon began fucking my face, ramming his cock down my throat, seeing this Mark and Ben stripped off, Ben got underneath me and slid me down on his cock, I felt it slip into my tight, went pussy with ease. Mark pulled his finger out of my ass; I felt a cold liquid being poured down my ass, lubing my hole with fizzy bubbles, then Mark’s cock pushing at the entrance.

I let out a groan, all holes filled I felt like their little whore, and loved it. I was being fucked in every direction, still knelt on the twister mat. Jon was the first to come spraying his thick spunk over my face, slapping me with his softening cock and walking off. Ben was still biting and sucking my tits, he was next to come, filling my pussy with his hot come, which ran down my legs as he pulled off and dressed himself. Mark now had me on all fours, fucking my ass with such force I found it hard to stay up, he came soon after spraying my back and ass with his come.

I went shakily to grab my thong but Jon grabbed it, gagging me with it while the other two held me down, tying my wrists together, I tried to struggle but all three men were too strong, my ankles were tied as far apart as they could go and a half full bottle of champagne thrust up my pussy.

All three walked out laughing while I still came down from my several orgasms, spunk still dripping from my holes, the clock on the wall ticked away the long minutes, I could hear them finishing off the clean up upstairs, I heard the boss come out, a few words were said and his footsteps came down into the cellar.

“Mmmmm, Faith, look at you you dirty slut. I’m gonna have your come soaked body all to myself now.” Darren said, stripping. I was so horny at that point I wanted to be fucked. He pulled the bottle from my pussy lips and drank from it, slurping my juices from the neck. Dropping to his knees, he pushed my legs far apart as they’d go and rammed himself into me.

“Ooooo yeah, you like this don’t you you dirty little whore.” He spat thrusting into my sopping pussy. I moaned behind my thong, tasting my juices. He grabbed at my tits, pinching my hard come and spit covered nipples. Still pounding his huge cock into my pussy.

Soon after he came all over my chest, at the same time I came over his cock, he pulled out and squirted over me while I moaned. He laughed and rubbed his come into my skin, throwing my torn clothes at me. I stumbled out of work, horny, come drenched and barely dressed.


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