Jane found herself in a bad situation.
She remembered arriving to the college party and pouring herself a drink from the bar, but then nothing until she had woken up in this upstairs room, tied to a bench.
The (admittedly, sort of hot) young man, presumably her captor, had just fucked her until she lost control and had a squirting, screaming orgasm.
Her orgasm subsiding, she started coming back to her senses. She still felt drunk, and more out-of-it than she usually was after just a beer. She was a relatively small girl though, and didn't drink often, so she hadn't learned her limit yet.
Embarrassed and now getting more frightened, Jane hoped that the noise would attract other party-goers to come and rescue her.
As if he knew what she was thinking, the young man chuckled. "That music is on so loud, none of those drunk kids heard you at all." He stroked his hard cock, which was absolutely dripping with her come.
"Now, I was so generous to you- I think you'll want to return the favor." He plunged his cock back into her shuddering pussy, making her scream out loud. Her poor pussy felt incredibly sensitive after the intense fucking.
"You know, just in case though..." He thrust into her a couple times, groaning. She was one of the hottest girls he had ever seen, and he could barely hold himself back. He imagined cumming into her unprotected pussy, his big load of sperm gushing into her depths and marking her as his territory. It was too hot. He had to pull out now to stop from cumming. He dragged his big cock back out of her, enjoying the squelching noise it made as her pussy clung to him, trying to keep him inside.
He practically ran back to the dresser and yanked it open. A handkerchief was in the top drawer, perfect. Jane moaned and sobbed from the bench, "please! please let me go..."
But he came back around to the bench, and tied the handkerchief around her head in her mouth, gagging her. He grinned. "Now we don't need to worry about you bothering anyone with your yelling," he said, gazing down at her. Her eyes, a little unfocused, were watering. The tears rolled down and over her soft lips, which were stretched around the blue handkerchief gagging her. Her tiny floral mini-dress was now bunched around her waist, leaving her ass and pussy stretched open and exposed.
He walked back around to look at her ass, running his hand along her smooth body. She shivered from his touch, her face burning red with embarrassment from being exposed like this. "You look so good, I wanna remember this forever," the young man said, and pulled out his phone to snap a photo of her bare cunt and ass. "You tell anyone what happened here tonight, and I'll send this to your teachers, parents, whatever." He hoped that it wouldn't come to that. If the drug he bought off the frat boy worked right, Jane wouldn't remember anything after he spiked her beer.
Admiring her naked rear from behind, he realized that now was his chance to fulfill one of his fantasies. He rubbed his cock around her vulva, making sure it was well-lubricated with her juices. She moaned a little through the gag, but he could hear her gasping every time he touched her sensitive clit.
He pushed two of his fingers into her pussy and was rewarded when she pushed back onto them, only managing to move her body slightly, since she was tied down. He withdrew them, now moistened, and started rubbing her little asshole.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                