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I lay there on my own in the back of the car.
I have never felt like this before. Omar had left me, and gone off somewhere. A small scared voice in the back of my mind screamed 'Run away now!', but it was all but blotted out by the low steady thrum that was coming from my ass. Whatever the 'magic crystal' was that Omar had fucked up me, it was setting my pussy on fire.
In a good way!
My hole felt empty. It begged to be filled. I had to get something up there, and I couldn't wait for a cock to appear. I was spread-eagled in the back seat of the car, and as I looked through my knees I saw the car's gear lever between the two front seats.
I squeezed through into the front of the car and immediately lowered myself onto the bulbous end of the stick. I was facing out of the front window, and saw that everything out there was dark except for a glimmer of light coming from around a door straight ahead. I let myself sink down fully, and let out a groan of sheer pleasure. Then, raising myself on my knees I proceed to fuck myself. I could feel the roughened plastic ball scraping in and out of my pussy. I increased the speed of my motion, and it much have touched that place inside me as a thin stream of cum began to flow from the end of my clit.
I was moaning like a bitch on heat when I was blinded by the door ahead of me being opened. I saw figures enter the garage, and then the door was closed again.
"What the fuck is it doing?" I heard someone say.
There was an array of floating heads in front of me, and I realised that each man was filming me with their phone. Instead of frightening me, I felt my pussy twitch and the gear lever went in extra deep.
"Oooooh fuck!" I moaned.
I heard a giggle, then "Shit, man! I think he is fucking himself on the gear lever..."
There was a scurry of footsteps, and the faces crowded around the front windows of the car. "Did you put rock in its pussy?"
I heard Omar's voice. "I did. It's a natural faggot pussy, and you can see the response. Karim didn't lie.
I was being filmed by multiple cameras, and surrounded by strangers yet my mind was a blur of sexual feeling. I couldn't stop riding the bulbous gear lever up and down. It felt incredible in my pussy.
"Ali, get in there and lift him out."
The driver's door opened and two massive arms appeared. The man who reached in was incredibly muscular. I could see two prominent nipples straining against the sheer fabric of his T-shirt, and then his face was there. He looked me over, and grinned.
"You are going to get so fucked up," this monster of a guy whispered with a strong accent. I kept looking at his massive chest, and I placed one of my hands on hie right pec. It was hard and huge.
"Alright, faggot..." He put one of his arms under my legs at the knees, and the other at the small of my back. With no effort at all, he lifted me off the gear stick. It left me with sucking 'plop', and I whimpered. The feeling of being empty after being so full is truly awful. I needn't have worried. As he lifted me out of the car, Ali pushed one of his fingers inside me up to the knuckle. I was carried like that, squirming on his finger, into the space in front of the car.
My head was swimming. I was blinded as a powerful light was turned on somewhere above me. Multiple sets of hand pushed me backwards until I was lying on the floor on top of some kind of soft padding. The feel of those hands was incredible. They pulled my legs apart, and held my shoulders down, firmly, but without causing me too much pain. I was mounted almost instantly. A large man with deep brown skin loomed over me as he fiddled at his crotch. Then there was the wonderful sensation of his cockhead at the lips of my pussy. He pushed in, all in one go, not seeming to care if he hurt me or not. Needless to see he was not hurting me at all. I had never been so open, so ready to be filled.
I arched my back, threw my head backwards and let myself be used. Their hands were everywhere, pinching and pulling at my nipples, in my mouth and hair. The first cock exploded within me after only a few minutes. He pulled out too soon, and my crotch was covered in his slimy cum. Then the second guy was leaning over me. I could see he was about 50, with grey hair and a large moustache. The surprise was the thickness of his cock. As he pushed in I was stretched to the limit. My mouth opened with a groan of surprise, but was then plugged as another brown cock was forced inside my body. They fucked me from both ends until dumping their loads deep inside.
I was soon lost in a daze of brown cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, and slapping against different parts of my body. My pussy lips felt swollen and wet, and my face and chest was covered in cum. One by one the men began to leave. They chatted to each other as they did so, and I realised that Ali, the muscled guy who had lifted me out of the car, was at my side. He used a towel and began to clean me off. "You just took eleven cocks in your pussy. I think that is amazing."
I didn't answer. I was looking up into his rugged, hairy face.
"May I touch it?" he asked.
I nodded, and I thought he would go for my cock. Instead he reached between my spread legs and gently caressed the swollen lips of my pussy.
It felt incredible, and I shuddered. The finger probed inside, gently, and cum squirted out around it as it did so. I saw that Ali was still fully dressed; he had not been part of the gangbang, and I wondered why. Omar returned after seeing off the last of the guests, and Ali quickly pulled his finger out of me as if he were a little embarrassed.
"Right. Time to get you out of here faggot. He knelt between my legs, and suddenly his fingers were inside me. They pushed in deeply, and I screamed out as my legs opened up to accommodate him."
"What the fuck are you doing Omar?" Ali shouted, pushing the much smaller man away from me.
"Karim wanted me to put another crystal up him after we had finished."
"Can't you see he's had enough? You need to take him home!" Their voices came through to me as if they were in the next room. My head lolled back, and I closed my eyes as my pussy began to throb again; itching waves of intent that sent my thoughts into a sexual frenzy.
"Shut up Ali!" Omar said. "You're a fucking closet case anyway. Not man enough to fuck this faggot bitch are you? Now, pick him up and carry him to the car.
I was lifted by a familiar pair of strong arms, and cradled to a mammoth chest as I was carried. I felt the seat under me again, but I was about to lose consciousness.
"Now fuck off Ali..."
The car doors slammed shut, and the car started up.
The last thing I heard before I passed out was Omar saying, "Not going home just quite yet though, are we faggot." Then there was nothing.