I Want You And Your Friends To Grab Me At A Party And Drag Me Upstairs. They Say They'll Hold Me Down

I want you and your friends to grab me at a party and drag me upstairs. They say they'll hold me down while you go first since you're the biggest. When I see your cock, I start trying desperately to break free, crying that it's too big, it'll tear me apart.

One of your buddies puts my head in his lap, stroking my hair.

"You can do it, little one," he says. Then he laughs. "You don't have a choice."

They shove my legs apart, the one holding my head still cooing both praise and degradation. You line yourself up and jam into me. I scream, and your friend keeps talking to me as you rail my tiny little body.

"You look so pretty with him inside you. God, you look like a whore. I told you we'd make him fit. Is he stretching you out?"

I nod, and you fuck me harder, shoving yourself all the way in, violating me.

"Good girl, that's it. Take him like the whore you are."

A moan escapes my lips.

"Sing for him, babygirl. Tell him how good he feels."

I do, babbling praises and degrading myself for you.

"That's it babygirl," your friend says. "Get comfortable. I think after this we'll take you downstairs and let everyone see. Maybe they'll even want a turn."