The Friday Night Event
By DBarclay©
2007 had been a bad year for me. I had divorced my bastard of a husband moved away from his area to another part of Aus, rented a nice home, found a good job and life was now settling down and at 45 I even managed to get myself in shape, and on the odd occasion managed to get myself laid.
One Friday evening I arrived home from work, relaxed for a while, and decided a walk down to the local club for a drink or two might be a nice end to the week after dinner. After a quick shower, I dressed casually in a short skirt and light top and ambled down to the bar, A few hours later and a few beers downed, I was ready for the short walk home, said goodnight to all and ambled outside.
As I crossed the car park I noticed two hunky looking Samoan lads in their 20s who I had seen inside the bar and waved goodnight to them , They were standing by their van talking with the side door open , they waved me over to them , thinking they probably needed direction or something I walked over.
“Hi, do you need help?” I said.
Next thing I know I have a scarf around my mouth, my hand tied with another scarf in front of me, and being lifted, and thrown into the back of the van through the side door. I was lying on the floor with one of the lads alongside me and the other one was sitting behind the wheel. My mind was racing thinking they are not going to get rich from me, as I saw the lad sitting next to me going through my purse, there was less than $20 inside.
“Is this your address,” he asked, reading the content of my purse. While pulling down the scarf so I could speak.
“Yes! It’s just up the road,” I blurted out in a shaky voice.
“Would you like to invite us for supper?” the driver asked.
Trying to sound all confident, this is difficult being tied up, “Yes! What a nice idea I feel a big hungry myself and hate eating alone.” The scarf was put back around my mouth.
With that, the van moved out of the car park and I lay there thinking I may have done and said the wrong thing by telling them there was nobody in the house and inviting them, Still in my head I had the idea they were just going to rob me. Then I felt the hand sliding up my thigh and knowing my pussy was the goal, I lay there as this young lad stroked back and forth along my inner thigh and the edge of his hand pushing against my lips, Of course, what he didn’t know yet was I was getting wetter by the minute in anticipation.
Before he got any further we arrived at my house, they got the keys ready from my purse. I t was dark now and with nobody about, they pulled me roughly out of the van, opened my front door and pushed me inside still holding my arm.
They immediately both sat at the dining table, making me stand in front of them They just sat and stared at me and I stared back, My fear had eased a bit and in my mind I named them Mr. Big and Mr. Little. I tried to kick of my high heel shoes but Mr. Big ordered me to keep them on.
“You are Paula then! “Said Mr. Big as we walked over, took the scarf from my mouth, and put it over my eyes.
“That’s what my driving license said,” I replied, trying to sound a bit surly.
“Lift your skirt and show us your panties Paula!” Said Mr. Big, I just stood there not moving.
I heard a chair move and Mr. Big shouted “Do as you’re told bitch.”
I felt a hand going up my skirt and my panties being ripped from my body, now I was getting nervous again, trying to break the ice a bit I suggested I could get them something to eat and drink, I told them there was some beer in the refrigerator, and would they like some sandwiches or cake to go with it.
“Later perhaps,” said Mr. Big “but lift your skirt now and show us the prize!”
‘Hell with it’ I though, and with my wrist still tied, I lifted my skirt up slowly, the room went quiet as more of me came in view to their gaze, I heard a few low moan and murmurs coming from my audience they obviously appreciated my Brazilian pubic look and my smooth pussy lips, I heard the noise of the chairs moving as they came over to play with their prize. Mr. Big had his hand between my legs in a flash and was very roughly massaging my pussy until he had two fingers inside me, and pummeling in and out quite brutally, but for me, sexually fulfilling. In the meantime Mr. Small had come behind me with his arms circling me and was groping my breast again in a brutal manner, his hand went up my top grabbed my bra nearly breaking the straps and just pulled it off my breasts, his hand went straight for my nipples and at the same time kissing and biting my neck and back.
“What the fuck.” he suddenly called out, “get this top off, I want to see!”
Mr. Small took off the scarf around my wrist pulled my top off and undid my bra so I was left standing there in high heel and my skirt up around my waist, I reached up and pulled the blindfold off and rubbed my breasts from the pain when the bra was pulled off. They both just stared for a few seconds at my nipple rings as if they had never seen them before, perhaps they had not. Definitely large breast men, I though, as they grabbed one each and licked, pulled, sucked and twisted to their hearts content. As I lapped up every touch.
“Enough,” I said after a few minutes, feeling battered and bruised, I suggested we all had a drink. I could feel that I was getting more in control and went to refrigerator and pulled out a few beers and the lads sat back at the table drinking but still staring at me as I walked about the room picking up my tattered panties, top and bra and stashing them in a cupboard. Mr. Little turned his chair away from the table and ordered me too kneel on the floor in front of him while he unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out, he grabbed me by the hair and forced my face down towards his crotch I grabbed his cock in my hand and immediately though Mr. Little was not the right name for him. It was not so much the length but the width of the thing, I could hardly get my hand around it.
I licked his cock from end to end and circled the head with my tongue tantalizing every inch of him as he got harder and harder I gradually took more and more in my mouth, and squeezed his balls at the same time, he had a tight grip on my head with his hand and was forcing the pace as he tried to get every inch into my mouth pulling my head on too him, I could hear his breathing getting more rapid as he got near to his climax, I tried to ease off a bit by slowing down but he was having none of that and thrust his hips forward and blasted his cum down my throat.