I went to the bedroom, opened up the trunk and got out my ?boyfriend'. Amazingit could still make me blush. It wasn't just the size, but the shape. ...Twelveinches long, so wide that I couldn't close my hand around it. Flesh coloredwith realistic bumpy veins and a large bulbous head. On the side, writtenin pink magic marker, it said ?Stacy's Cock.? The irony wasn't lost onme. I went to the bathroom, took out the KY, and lubricated my rear passagefor whatever was in store. . "You don't mind sharing?"*****I fucked my slut's face until I came down her throat. She barely had time to swallow it before the other man stuffed her mouth with his own cock.I left her there on the floor of that men's room with her mouth full of a stranger's dick.On my way out, I made sure to stop at the bar. "That big titty bitch from before?" I said loudly to the bartender. "She's giving out free fucks in the men's room. I just got my knob sucked good. Now some other guy's using her. Just. He had her penned against a table, forcing the blindfolded and gagged woman to bend at the waist. She tried holding off her attacker with her hands, which were cuffed behind her back. She tried to scratch his hands when he grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs and pushed them painfully high up her back. Electric pain froze her in place, forcing her to remain still while the man opened his pants.She shivered when she felt the cold metal of the man's belt buckle on her exposed ass-cheek as he. You and Antoinette might be comfortable half-suspecting even your good friends, but I’m not. Maybe it’s cause I’m only a few years embraced, but fuck me, the idea of living centuries not being able to fully trust even my best friend? Damien and me, we trust each other with our lives. More than that, we trust each other with secrets, the personal kind. We trust each other with everything. The idea of ... of not being able to do that in a century? Just because life wears us down, breaks us, makes.