The Party Toy

Barely a moment passed and I was being turned over onto my stomach. My hard dick was being forced into the table or sofa or bench. A hand repositioned it which was much better. Lying helpless with my face down and my ass turned to the ceiling I relaxed more than when my head had hung so precariously.

I could feel the heat from an unseen man standing between my calves which protruded past the end of my bench. In my inebriated state and somewhat incoherently I asked the man if he was going to fuck me. A faceless voice answered, “Oui, gamin.”

He rubbed my buns pushing and pulling them this way and that. A few times he pulled them far apart distorting my anus into an abnormal oval shape. Each time he did that someone squirted a cold something onto and into it.

The lube ran down my crack onto my balls and he took great verbal delight in describing how he was massaging them. One hand on my balls the thumb of his other hand circled the drain so to speak threatening to enter me with each spiraling circle.

When he was satisfied, both hands abandoned my anxious ass, grasping both of my legs just above the knees. He pulled me back unceremoniously till I was more kneeling and bent over the bench rather than lying on it.

“Now?, now are you going to fuck me?”

“Oui, oui, Im va te baiser: Ima fucking you.”