Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 10.

I felt the heat of the head of Dwayne’s dick pressing against the slippery wetness of my buttocks. Devina had covered me in so much lube, it would be impossible to squirm away. With her sitting on my neck, while I could have put up a fight, I found myself shocked into total submission.

“Wait,” I gasped, and once more I felt the stinging slap of Devina’s hard palm on my back. God she was strong!

For a moment I caught sight of myself reflected in the plate glass windows of my balcony. There I was, kneeling, Devina astride my shoulders, and Dwayne. My god, he was a big man.

I could see the black skirt hitched up, the nylons, and my pathetic body, knees wide apart, wiggling and trying to resist. Dwayne sniggered and I suddenly felt his strong hands on my hips. He was pulling me toward him and suddenly what had been a light pressure on my buttocks became a stinging driving force. My breath was caught in my throat and I gasped in pain as I felt myself being parted and then, oh my god!

I found time seemed to almost hold still as inch by inch my body gave way to Dwayne;s enormous erection. I was aware of myself crying out in pain and desire, I squirmed, only to be rewarded with another harsh slap, and as I tried to kick and struggle away Devina closed he hands around my throat.