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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon...)
As wrong as it feels to think it, the prospect of letting your girlfriend wander off, naked and obedient to any stranger that crosses her path, turns you on in a way you can’t really make any sense of.
Most of her common sense should be intact… or so you hope. Truth is, you have no idea how safe Rachel would be out there. As hard as you try, remembering any details is a fruitless endeavor. You can’t recall how any of the men looked in details, and for the car, you were too busy being horny to take note of the make or color of the car, much less a license plate.
The more you try thinking of the car that sped away with your girlfriend, the harder you get. The stiffness strainning against your pants makes it impossible to think, so you retreat back to bed, deciding to rub one out before making any choices.
From fantasy to fantasy you bounce. The men said they were heading to a party, but they didn’t say to what kind, or at what time tomorrow they expected to drop Rachel back home. You can’t stop yourself from cumming over and over at the thought of her getting railed in the car by those men all night long. Eventually exhaustion gets the better of you and you pass out in bed.
It isn’t until morning has well arrived, around 10 in the morning, when you finally come to. The noise of the front door bell brings you out of bed. Oh God. Have you really been asleep all night?
Darting out of bed you can hear some banging coming from the door, followed Rachel’s voice. “Hey Ross! I’m sorry I didn’t bring my keys! Could you let me in?”
A sense of relief courses through you. Rachel is safe and sound back at home. You are glad your negligence didn’t have a terrible consequence, and so you open the door.
“Hey honey! I’m so sorry I didn’t came home last night. These guys showed up while I was taking out the trash and I just went along with them. Hope you weren’t waiting long for me.”
Rachel smiles at you, seeing nothing wrong or unusual with her actions of last night. And her looks…
Of course, she is still fully naked, having no trouble displaying her ass in broad daylight. But the main thing that your eyes get glued on is the new ink on her.
You can’t conceive how, but now just below Rachel’s neck, laid in sensitive reddened skin the drawing of a cock with the words “party slut” crudely written below it is tattooed on her skin.
This is not the only change in her, as you could tell by the dirtiness of her body, face, and hair she has been covered numerous times in cum, now dried up hours after the initial application.
You do your best to not let your jaw drop at the utter shock of the woman that stands before you, as she stumbles her way inside the home, you closing the door behind her.
“Are… Are you okay?”
“Of course I am, Ross, just a bit tired. Why do you ask?”
“You are not… walking straight.”
“Oh that, ” she pipes up, deciding to drop her cum-coated body in one of the living room chairs. “I had a little bit to drink, they told me I shouldn’t be a party pooper so I drank whatever they gave me.”
She pauses for a minute, trying to recall more of the night. “Oh, and some other guys I met gave me like, a syringe filled with something. He told me to inject it so I did.”
It is amazing. Rachel truly sees nothing strange with the night she had just had. You just need to get all possible details out of her. What on earth had happened?
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