I couldn't allow my eyes to open just yet. I was too petrified and cover in my own cum mixed with I don't know who, what or how many other cum stains all over my body. I was so scared and confused that I was trembling but my body was feeling so fucking good. My mouth, breast, pussy and ass was unbelievably tender but I felt like I could handle a couple more rounds of whatever just happened.
Just one peek...
It was dim as I saw black candles floating... Wait! Floating? Yup they were definitely floating against black, grey and crimson colored walls. Searching skeptically and frantically around the room for an exit and for who may have done this to me, my heart raced at the thought of what I may or may not see. Like the fact that there seemed to be no door for escape... Or that I could not see any one either but felt someone's presence.
My voice as well as my body was shaky, but I forced out a "Hello...? Is anyone there?" No response, well obviously because I was speaking to a thick musky air, with a hint of sex and a cinnamon spicy scent... Sigh. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is checking on the food in the kitchen, then informing the "wanna be" spooky looking guests that the tricks and treats would be coming out shortly. Why did I think waitress's jobs were easy? But then I made it easy for the past 2 years. This was the easiest one in a few months, I mean I had to be all over the place dressed in that skimpy sexy maid outfit taking orders, getting drinks. Having eyes glued to my exposed fat apple bottom and taunt tits. I was the centre attraction of all the other waitresses. I flaunted by body and tempted every mythical dressed up character present.
I looked down at my self for the first time realizing my nudity and how exposed I really was, yet I was calm and more than comfortable lying here sprawled out... I was on a black slab of metal which was cold and gave me goose bumps but it gave me a cool calming sensation. My frantic senses brought me back and I tried to cover my bare flesh with my hands but could not move my hands or feet.
Now I started to panic, my heart was racing faster than my mind... How the fuck did I get here? Who the hell did this to me? Why the hell are the candles floating? And why on earth can't I move my hands and legs if nothing is holding them down???? Screaming and kicking made no sense so I guess I'd just have to wait and see what would happen next. Who ever did this to me planned to come back or they would have killed or dumped me off somewhere already.
As I sat there alone with the feeling of being watched, I felt myself getting turned on. iI also like the fact that I was used and that my shaved pussy was on display. I didn't have a model figure but I had boobs and ass that a model would kill to have. My nipples got hard and I felt my clit stiffen. I so wanted... No! Needed to touch my pussy but my hands were restricted. I felt a stroke against my thigh and my breath caught in my throat. No wind could have entered as there was no visible exits, no windows or doors. I was trapped and my holes needed to be filled. I needed who ever it was that did this to me to finish their break and get back to using my body. I felt like I was in heat!!
I groaned in frustration, "FUCK!!"
I felt the stroke again, against my thigh but higher up, much closer to my pussy and I moaned loudly, unashamed of my nudity and sexual tension. I even tried to spread my legs wider, open up myself to feel what ever imaginary feeling this was. I felt a probing sensation and it sent me over the edge. I was trying to move closer to the imaginary probing on my clit but was unable to move. Damn I needed a cock or cocks. I needed to get fucked and soon. The sensation on my pussy lips like a soft tug, then back to my clit in a circular motion, a brief stop to touch the entry into my pussy hole where I was wet. Then the circular motions on my clit continued. I threw my pelvis into the musky air and something thick and long slipped in with minimal resistance. I felt filled and at ease.
