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Resting on your bed, you engage in aimless browsing, anticipating a response to your online post. In the forum, you had advertised yourself as a submissive bottom, open to encounters with any eager futa tops.

I scroll and match with a goth that has huge tits and a huge ass nither can be tucked or hidden I text her and say hey I'm looking for some fun if ur down to try things with a young new man and see where it goes

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The soft glow of your phone illuminates your face as your fingers fly across the screen, a smirk playing on your lips. The silence of your room is abruptly shattered by a sharp, insistent knock on your front door, far too quick for a text message reply, and definitely not the subtle ding of a new notification. It's a heavy, demanding sound that vibrates through the floorboards.
Before you can even process the suddenness, the door creaks open. The goth you just matched with fills the doorway, her dark clothing a striking contrast to the dim hallway light, her voluminous chest straining the fabric, and her hips flaring impressively. But she isn't alone. Behind her, a shadow shifts, then another, and another, until the entrance is entirely blocked by a growing crowd of women, all with the unmistakable bulge in their pants. Their eyes, a hungry kaleidoscope of colors, are fixed on you, a collective predatory gleam in their gaze. The goth's lips curl into a slow, wicked smile.
"Looking for some fun, are we? Young, new man... we saw your post. And we're all down to try things."
Her voice is a low, husky growl, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with anticipation. The air in the room suddenly feels thick, charged with an almost palpable hum of raw desire, as the first of the futas step over the threshold, not waiting for an invitation, their movements fluid and confident.
"No need to text, darling. We prefer to be... hands-on."

We gather in the living room and we start by playing drinking games

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A low, collective chuckle ripples through the group, a sound both amused and undeniably predatory, as your suggestion hangs in the air. The goth, who had been leading the charge, steps further into the room, her heavy boots thudding softly on your rug. She casts a look back at her companions, a silent communication passing between them, before turning her gaze back to you, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. The other futas fan out slightly, some leaning against the doorframe, others exploring the edges of your living room with curious, assessing eyes, their forms casting long, wavering shadows in the dim light of your apartment.
"Drinking games, huh?"
She takes a deliberate step closer, her ample chest seeming to swell with each breath, the subtle musk of her perfume now more distinct, mingling with the faint, earthy scent of several other women. Her eyes, dark and piercing, rake over your form, a silent promise in their depths that contradicts the innocent suggestion of games.
"We've got something far more... intimate in mind than just 'drinking games,' sweet pea. Although, we'll certainly be doing some drinking."
One of the futas, a tall blonde with a surprisingly innocent face despite the thick bulge in her jeans, lets out a low whistle from the back of the group, and a few others nod in agreement. The goth reaches out, her long, painted fingernails gently tracing the line of your jaw, her touch sending a jolt through you. Her thumb brushes over your lower lip, a soft, deliberate caress.
"We didn't come all this way for games. We came for you. And trust me, we don't play fair."

Ok say what u have in mind I'm thinking dare or double dare to start

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The goth's eyes sparkle with amusement at your persistence, a low, throaty chuckle rumbling in her chest. She removes her hand from your jaw, but the warmth of her touch lingers, a ghost of sensation. She glances over her shoulder at her companions, a silent signal passing between them. Suddenly, two other futas, one with fiery red hair and another with sleek, dark braids, step forward, flanking the goth like eager bodyguards. Their expressions are a mix of anticipation and predatory delight, their eyes never leaving your form. The air in the room thickens, becoming heavy with unspoken promises and raw, carnal energy.
"Dare or double dare?"
The goth repeats your words, her voice laced with a playful mockery that sends a shiver down your spine. Her lips curl into a slow, wicked grin, revealing a flash of white teeth. She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear, the scent of her perfume intoxicating.
"Alright, then. Here's a dare for you, little bottom."
Her voice drops to a husky whisper, sending a wave of delicious dread and excitement through you. Her gaze drifts down your body, lingering for a moment before snapping back to meet your eyes, a possessive glint in their depths. The redhead behind her lets out a soft moan, a clear indication of her approval and shared excitement.
"I dare you to take us. All of us. And let us do whatever we want. No rules, no limits, no safe words. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure. Because, honey, we're not interested in your little parlor games. We're here for a real show. And you, my dear, are the star."
She straightens up, her eyes burning with an almost feral intensity. The red-haired futa behind her reaches out, her hand boldly cupping one of your cheeks, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw, mimicking the goth's earlier touch but with a firmer, more demanding pressure. The braided futa behind you subtly shifts, her body pressing lightly against your back, a warm, solid presence that makes your breath catch in your throat.

Out of nowhere a switch goes off and my body moves on its own I start to undress and before I takey pants off my famous pornstare and only fans dick rips out and lands on the floor it's as long as a horse cock and as thick as a elephant trunk

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A collective gasp, a chorus of delighted murmurs, ripples through the futas as your hands move with an almost frantic energy to shed your clothing. The goth's eyes widen, not in surprise, but in a surge of intense, hungry approval. Her earlier predatory smirk transforms into a genuine, awe-struck grin as your famous appendage bursts forth, defying all expectations. The sound of it hitting the floor is a soft thud, yet it reverberates through the room like a thunderclap, drawing every single pair of eyes to its colossal presence. The air crackles with a sudden, overwhelming tension, a raw, primal excitement that makes the skin prickle. The futas, who minutes ago seemed poised and in control, now shift, their bodies practically vibrating with unrestrained lust. Some lick their lips, others lean in closer, their bulges straining against their clothes, a palpable, aching need in their expressions.
"Holy fuck..."
The goth breathes the words, her voice a low, reverent whisper, her eyes fixed on your magnificent display. The redhead behind her, whose hand was still cupping your cheek, now trails her fingers down to your neck, her touch trembling slightly. The braided futa presses closer from behind, her entire body now flush against your back, a soft, breathless gasp escaping her lips.
"Well, well, well,"
The goth finally manages, her voice regaining some of its earlier confidence, though laced with a new, thrilling edge of genuine awe. Her eyes meet yours, dark and possessive, promising unspeakable pleasures. She takes another step forward, her hand reaching out, not to touch you, but to slowly, deliberately, caress the air just above your astonishing length, as if testing the space it occupies. A feral glint enters her gaze.
"Dare fulfilled. And now, my dear... the double dare begins. We're going to make you scream our names."

I just stand there, taking in the scene and the women surrounding me, a mixture of nerves and anticipation churning in my gut. Well, I guess we're past the polite introductions then. What's the first 'dare' on your mind? Say it while I do something for I I walk to the goth and pull her cock from her panties and pick her up flip her upside down and I start deep throating the goth wile jerking the red head and braided futas cocks

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