Blinding Orgy: A Sudden, Intense Encounter with...

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I got fucked by a stranger during a concert
A stranger from behind bumped into me. I felt something on my ass, and I soon realized his cock was in between my cheeks. Best night of my life. The bass thrummed, a live current vibrating through the concrete floor, up my legs, and into my chest. Bodies pressed in on all sides, a wall of heat and sweat and cheap perfume. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull away, not an inch. The bodies held me captive. Excuse me, excusable. I said, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring music. No one heard.The pressure intensified, not a hand, not anymore. Something hard, unyielding, wedged between my ass cheeks. My mind raced, trying to comprehend, to reconcile the impossible. It pulsed, a thick, insistent presence. My cheeks parted, just enough, to accommodate its growing intrusion. A gasp escaped my lips, lost in the cacophony. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked. My silence, my stillness, a consent I hadn't given, but one he clearly interpreted.A low growl rumbled behind me, a deep vibration against my ear.??That??s it, little slut,??he breathed, his voice rough, hot against my skin.??Don??t move a muscle.??He thrust, a slow, deliberate push that stretched me, filled me, forced a guttural moan from my throat. The fabric of my panties, already thin, tore with a soft rip. His cock, thick and hot, slid deeper, slick with pre-cum. I felt the head of his shaft nudge against my asshole, a burning, invasive friction. The concert lights flashed, strobing over the faces around me, none of them noticing, none of them caring about me. I swayed, a sardine in a can, the short hem of my skirt riding high on my thighs with every jostle. A sharp jab in my lower back, then another. Oh, sorry, oh? I mumbled, turning my head to glance over my shoulder. No space to move. Just a sea of bobbing heads and outstretched arms.The contact returned, a firmer push this time. Not accidental. My skin prickled. The crowd surged, shoving me forward, then back. A hand, I thought, a brazen hand, brushed against my left cheek, then settled, pressing. My breath hitched. The audacity! I couldn't pull

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