This story is dedicated to a sweet girl with a dirty secret somewhere in south east asia. I have naturally changed her name.
Cheryl was excited. Her boyfriend who she had been dating for the past few months had something special in mind. He had booked a table for them at an expensive italian restaurant, and had even agreed to pay for her lovely new dress earlier today. She forbid him to see her in it before the evening and was now admiring herself in the mirror. She looked gorgeous in red. Cheryl was pretty much your typical petite chinese girl. Shoulder length black hair, cute pretty face and a slender figure with a 32B chest. And right now she looked stunning. She only needed to apply some final touches on her make up and then she was ready to go. She wanted to look perfect for him. Normally she didn't use much make up, but this time it was going to be special. Only him and her, no friends or third wheels.
She looked at the time and realised she was going to be late from her date if she didn't hurry. Instead of picking her up, they had agreed to meet infront of the restaurant, and there was not much time left. Definitely not enough time to trust a taxi whole way through. She figured she would just take one to the nearest subway station as she didn't want to walk around in her high heels. Her mind was occupied with nothing but thoughts of her boyfriend as she walked out the door.
It wasn't hard to find a taxi, but she wasn't so sure about Friday night traffic. So she only asked to get to the nearest subway station. She knew she could get close enough to the restaurant that way. She only needed to cross the park and walk two blocks to get to the restaurant from the last stop. Her head was filled with thoughts about the evening. She had not seen her boyfriend in a almost a week, as schoolwork had kept her busy, but now she knew she deserved the attention she was going to get tonight. She paid the taxi and joined the crowd entering the subway station. She got on the cart and sat down. Daydreaming about her boyfriend's reaction when he sees her was all she could think about, and so she reached her stop before she knew it. After getting out of the cart she took out a mirror from her purse and did a final check on her make up before entering the night. The entrance to the fenced park could almost be seen at the other end of the street, as she ascended the stairs from the station. Walking towards the park, she checked the time from her mobile phone, and picked up the pace. She wouldn't be that late, but she didn't want the keep her boyfriend waiting. And she didn't want to wait either.
Nearing the park gates, a red SUV parked right beside her. She didn't pay any attention to the vehicle or its passengers and entered the dimly lit park. Sounds of men speaking and the car doors slamming could be heard in the distance. She didn't look behind her until she realised they were entering the park too. She saw five to six men. Probably caucasian, not asian like her sweetheart. She could hear them talking, loudly. Cheryl kept walking on the paved road that crossed the whole park. The next time she looked behind her she could not see a trace of the men nor hear them. It was just her and the sound her high heels in the humid night. As she reached the small clearing at the middle of the park, she realised the men were sitting there on the benches, silent. She could feel them stare at her. Indeed, there were six of them. She could not see their eyes in the dark, but still avoided eyecontact, keeping her head facing straight where she was going. How had they gotten past her, she wondered. And as soon as she thought she had made it out of the clearing, she could hear their shoes shuffling only a fraction of a second before two arms were around her, chrushing her slender body against a strong chest. One arm pinning her arms against her body and the other one over her mouth, preventing her from making the tiniest sound. Her eyes wide open she tried to register what was happening. The world was spinning as she was carried to a secluded spot near a small building in the park and then thrown down on the ground.
She was told to get up. In a state of shock Cheryl only remained on her hands and knees, her eyes transfixed on her own small hands that were gripping the soil. This could not be happening. Was this a dream? Where is her boyfriend? What happened? A fist grabbing her hair and pulling her up she was snapped out of it. She was staring into the eyes of a white man in his late 20s. His stare taking control of her and preventing her from even looking at the other men. He told her to do as she was told and she would not be hurt. She could only stare at his eyes in horror. Raising his voice he repeated himself and and brought his hand to squeeze her face. This time he got a nod from her. And then she was thrown on the ground again, only to be surrounded by the men.
It was all happening so fast for her. She could not believe this was really happening. The reality of the situation crushing her spirit forced her to keep her eyes on the ground. She didn't dare to raise her gaze. A yank from her hair forced her head to tilt backwards. Her eyes immediately focusing on what was right infront of her face. A large circumsized hard cock. She could feel fear gripping her throat. Turning her head she saw more cocks being pulled out. She was completely surrounded by them. Her mouth had never felt so dry. She had never felt fear like this before. She couldn't move. A hand guided her head forward, and the large cock infront of her face was now pressing against her lips. Keeping her lips tight shut, the cock rubbed all over her face until she felt her hair pulled up painfully and someone hissing "Suck it you fucking slut." The cock forced its way into her mouth, filling it. It started pumping in and out. Her eyes were still wide open and she was not making a sound. The other men were laughing at the sight of her mouth being used, and soon she felt her hands being guided around other cocks. "Suck and stroke. You know you can do it. Don't make us use more force." She tried to obey but she couldn't move. The cock kept fucking her mouth as her hands were being held. Suddenly the cock in her mouth started fucking faster and deeper. Her hands were being guided to jerk the cocks they were wrapped around. And soon her hands were moving by themselves, stroking the two cocks in unison. The men kept switching, her hands were introduced to more cocks, only the one using her mouth would not leave her lips. It was all a blur to her, she was in shock, yet she did not cry. Part of her was fascinated by the size of the cocks. They were much bigger than any of her boyfriends ever had. And they were so hard, so demanding, so forceful. Was she getting aroused by them?
Suddenly the cock pulled out of her mouth, she stared at the large head glistering with her spit. Her gaze was broken as she was being lifted up on her feet and she felt hands all over her body. Mauling her breasts, squeezing her ass like it was a piece of meat, caressing her inner thighs. Her dress was soon resting on her waist. The hem hiked up and her panties exposed. Her bra was already somewhere on the ground and both her breasts were being sucked on hard. She had never felt anything pull on her nipples like those two mouths. They were being stretched by their hungry lips. Fingers were rubbing against her grotch, making her panties dig in into her pussy. And then she realised she was moaning. She had not screamed at any point. The only sounds that left her lips were forced out of her by the assault the six men were giving her. Moans. The men were laughing. The little chinese slut was into it. She was still in shock, hardly able to move, but her body was responding.
At the order of the leader of the pack, her panties were torn off. There she was, standing in the middle of six strangers, with only her dress on her hips, aroused against her will, waiting for what happens next. The men continued their assault on her body. Their words did not reach her. She was unaware how the men joked about her unshaved pussy while forcing their fingers inside it. She was in extacy. And it was all because of how she was being used, forced, left without will. She had never experienced anything like it before. The fear that the six men initially caused in her was gone, and it was replaced by the need to obey and be forced. No longer was she frozen. Her chest was heaving, her hips moving along with the invading fingers in her pussy, and her eyes fixed on those large cocks sticking out from the mens trousers. She wanted to suck them. Feel her mouth being filled with big hard cock. The feeling her boyfriend could never give her with his average dick.