” As Diane kissed me again, the hotel door starts to open. Diane quickly pulled down her skirt and her top and I started fitting my penis back into ...y trousers but the zipper is stuck as I tried to close it. Instead of a hotel maid or some other member of the hotel staff we thought, it’s Bianca that enters, still in her wedding dress. She can tell on our faces that she knows what was really happening. Diane explained anxiously: “Diane, sweetheart, Terry and I were just…spending some time. I tie the gag-ball behind her head and sit down again to watch the match. Her movements become more hectic by the minute and as soon as we have reached half time all the boys get up one after another going to the toilet and taking a seat once more again. Just my wiggling slave is holding the pain now that her bladder creates as the urge to release becomes more and more heavy.I place some big towels around the bottom where she stands, making it clear to her what her destiny has in for her right. I have slut fantasies. Fantasies where I'm taken unwillingly and fucked till I love it. Who am I kidding? I love being fucked. And I mean completely fucked. Sweaty and sore. All holes. I am not too keen about anal, but I like it after the initial shock and pain. I don't look forward to that feeling. It makes my tummy tumble. But after that, I do love it. I feel so slutty too. Naughty. Dirty. Delicious. I loveeee sucking too. Especially big ones, though not all my fantasy men have enormous. She was a tall girl blessed with long tresses of light auburn hair, slightly golden in tint, deep brown eyes set off by dark eyebrows and long dark eyelashes, a full mouth, richly-pouting cherry lips and a brilliant set of pearly white teeth. And what magnificent swelling young breasts she possessed, round and firm with a lovely whiteness of belly which was set off below by a bushy Mons Veneris, itself covered lightly with silken, reddish hair through which I could just perceive the outline of.