I was on the floor, still in that bedroom. Naked and with my ankles being held. Two guys must have had hold of me like that. I could feel cum in my pu...ssy at first and then there was a dick going in again. I still couldn’t proper open my eyes and my head was spinning.Someone else tried fucking my mouth as I was being fucked. He opened my mouth and I couldn’t close it because it was all numb. I felt a dick go past my tongue and then some guy demanding that I suck him. Even if I wanted to I. Finally he let go! He then told me, “Suck my dick and make me cum you faggot cock sucker!”I grabbed his firm ass with my hands and began sucking his cock faster and harder than ever before! I was going to show him who the boss really was! I could tell by his actions and the fact his balls got tight that he was close and about to blow his wad. I kept up my pace and until finally I heard “I’m cumming!”Then with lots of force, I felt shot after shot of hot sticky cum hit the back of my throat!. Once we got to the room, Samantha immediately pulled a cigarette from the pack, put it to her full, red lips, obviously waiting for me to light it."This is a no smoking room on a no smoking floor, Samantha." Really, well then, strip." What?" I said"I said strip slut. Don't make me ask again."All of a sudden, I was embarrassed and self-conscious; like this whole thing was my fantasy and that Samantha was only playing along for my benefit. Little did I know that she had her own needs and that. He followed the light until he came to a tiny pier, a weatherbeaten old schooner anchored beside it. Several men sat around a fading campfire outside of a crumbling shack. As Mandas approached, one of the men looked up and slapped his companion on the arm, pointing. The second man stood up, the fire briefly silhouetting his swollen gut.Mandas wrinkled his nose as the man approached, as if expecting to smell something foul. All that came to him was the smoky odor of the fire and the fishy aroma.