Femdom: A bespectacled guy gets fucked with a strap-on

It was my first party at university, and I felt out of place. I, Vlad, a first-year student—skinny, shy, and bespectacled, who blushed at every loud word—had been invited by Lera. She was a third-year student and a real star in her department: a tall, brunette with a nose piercing and a perpetually mocking gaze. I didn't understand what I'd done to deserve the invitation, but I couldn't refuse the attentions of such a girl. The apartment where they gathered was a rented two-room apartment in an older building, but tastefully furnished. Besides Lera, there were three others: Katya, a redhead with freckles and a scattering of freckles on her exposed shoulders; Alina, a short, perky woman with a pixie cut; and Sveta, a taciturn, plump blonde with a huge bust who constantly munched on potato chips. The occasion was Katya's birthday. Someone shoved a glass of some sweet disgusting thing into my hand, and the evening went downhill. The girls chatted about their own things, ignoring me, only occasionally throwing in a caustic remark. "Vlad, have you ever been to the gym?" Alina chuckled, taking in my slight frame in the ridiculous plaid shirt my mom had given me. "He probably only works out in the library," Lera chimed in, and everyone burst into laughter. I finished my cocktail in one gulp, feeling my ears burning. I rarely drank alcohol, so I got drunk quickly. I gained courage and tried to make some stupid joke about philosophy, but again found myself the butt of ridicule. "Oh, Vlad, you're so spineless," Lera drawled, sitting down on the sofa and kicking off her slippers. She stretched out her legs, placing them right on the coffee table in front of me. "I don't understand how guys like you survive. No charisma, no muscles. What can you possibly give a girl?" Resentment and alcohol went to my head. I wanted to prove to them that I, too, understand a thing or two about... desires. That I'm not just a nerd. "A lot of things," I blurted out, unexpectedly to myself. "Girls, for example, often like it when a guy appreciates their... beauty. Especially their feet. I, for example, am a real foot fetishist." Silence fell over the room. I immediately regretted what I'd said, realizing I'd said too much. The girls exchanged glances, and predatory smiles spread across their faces. "Foot fetishist?" Katya asked, anticipation ringing in her voice. "So, you're turned on by women's feet?" I remained silent, my head hunched. Lera slowly, theatrically wiggled her toes in thin nylon right in front of my nose. — Come on, come on. Girls, it seems we have our own personal slave for the evening. "You were right, Vladik," Alina came over and ruffled my hair like a proprietor. "You really do have something for a girl. But not in the way you thought, loser." They surrounded me like a pack of wolves. Resistance was futile, and I, drunk and self-conscious, couldn't move from shame and a strange, primal terror mixed with excitement. Lera was the first to speak. She sat down on the sofa again, but this time she gestured regally to the floor at her feet. - Come on, take off your socks. With your mouth. I stood there like a pillar, not believing that what was happening was real. "Are you stupid?" Katya hissed, pinching my nipple painfully through my shirt. "You were given a command. Wimp." I was pushed from behind, and I fell to my knees in front of the sofa. With trembling fingers, I pulled off Lera's thin sock. Her feet were narrow, with neat toes and a light pink pedicure. The leather smelled slightly tart—her feet were slightly sweaty in their nylon socks and slippers. "With your tongue. Lick it between your fingers," she commanded, and there was not a drop of the previous mockery in her voice. Only a steely command. I stuck out my tongue and touched her thumb. The skin was slightly salty. I began licking the valleys between my fingers, feeling my own penis, despite everything, begin to harden in my pants. The girls laughed loudly when they saw me licking my mistress's feet like a little dog. "Look at him! He's got a hard-on!" Alina squealed. "Of course. A complete pervert," Lera stated, pressing her foot into my face, forcing my cheek to the floor. "Slobber on me thoroughly, slave." I had to lick each of their feet. Alina kicked off her sneakers—her feet were smaller, cool from the street. I kissed each toe while she condescendingly tousled my hair. Sveta simply silently placed her heavy foot on the back of my head while I was on all fours, pressing my face into the carpet, and held it there until I began to choke. But the climax was yet to come. "We're done with the legs," Lera concluded. "A good housewife should keep everything clean. Everywhere. Katya, you're the birthday girl. It's up to you to decide what to do with this weakling next." Katya stood in front of me. Her red hair seemed fiery in the dim light of the room. She slowly, mockingly slowly, pulled off her jeans and lace panties, leaving her in just a short T-shirt. "I want my birthday to be memorable," she said, looking me in the eyes. "Get on the floor, you loser." I obediently lay down on my back, like a beetle turned on its feet. Katya came over and stood above me, her legs spread wide. I could see her reddish pubis, smoothly shaved, and her moist folds, glistening in the lamplight. She smelled of musk and desire. She slowly lowered herself. My mouth was covered by hot, wet flesh. I immediately began to choke, but Katya, ignoring my moans, began to rub her pussy against my lips and nose. — Lick it! Come on, try hard, prove you're worth something! I have to cum, understand? If I don't, the girls will kick you in the balls. I worked my tongue like crazy. The birthday girl's juices flowed into my mouth, and her clit swelled and pulsated against my tongue. She rode my face like a cowgirl, pressing ever harder. I ate her pussy greedily, humiliated, trying to please her, forgetting about myself. Her moans grew louder, and after a few minutes she screamed loudly, shuddering in orgasm, literally flooding my face with her juices. I lay wet, destroyed, with the taste of her flesh on my lips. “Ugh, Vlad, you’ve drooled all over the floor,” Sveta said with disgust when Katya, satisfied and flushed, climbed off my face. "That's not all," Lera looked at me thoughtfully, then turned her gaze to my bulging jeans. "He's still hard. This isn't right. Katya, you came, but he didn't. It's unfair. Do you think we should thank our fetishist for a job well done?" "Yeah," Katya smiled and reached into the closet. A moment later, she pulled out a black dildo on leather straps. A real, impressive strap-on. Everything inside me broke apart. - No, girls, please... "Shut your mouth," Alina barked, slapping my cheek so hard my glasses flew off my nose. "You're the service staff today, remember? You lick, you get fucked. Nobody cares what you think." I was jerked into a doggy style position. Someone—Sveta, I think—roughly pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, exposing my pale bottom. I felt completely naked and helpless before these cruel goddesses. Katya adjusted the strap-on. It was silicone, shiny, and apparently well-lubricated with saliva or lubricant. I couldn't see, but I felt the cold head press against my sphincter, clenched in fear. "Relax, four-eyes, or it'll hurt more," Lera advised matter-of-factly, coming over and squatting in front of me. She grabbed my hair and lifted my head. "Look into my eyes while Katya fucks you. I want to see you cry." And she began. Katya entered me sharply, without foreplay. I screamed, but Lera immediately clamped her hand over my mouth. The pain was excruciating, agonizing. The feeling of fullness bukvoeb.run gave way to a burning sensation as the strap-on began to move inside, picking up speed. Katya held my hips and pounded my prostate while I moaned and choked on tears, looking into Lera's merciless eyes. "That's it, bitch, take the birthday girl's gift!" Alina commented, filming the whole thing on her phone. "Smile, Vladik, you're broadcasting live for our private group!" "Do you like being a girl, scum?" Lera hissed, enjoying my humiliation. "Did you come here thinking you were a man? You're just a hole for our fun. Understand?" I tried to nod, but my face was clamped tightly in her hand. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the remnants of Katya's juices. And Katya kept impaling my ass on her black phallus, knocking the last of my manhood out with each thrust. "I'm going to cum," Katya croaked with the effort. "Get ready to take it, you bitch..." I didn't understand what "accept" meant until she pulled the strap-on out of me with a loud moan. My anus throbbed with pain and emptiness. And at that very moment, Sveta, standing next to me, splashed ice-cold champagne from the bottle onto my face and bare ass. "Oops," she laughed. "Congratulations, wimp." I collapsed on the floor, wet, violated, and devastated. The champagne stung my stretched anus. The girls stood around me, laughing merrily. "So, Katya, is it a good gift?" Alina asked. "The best!" the birthday girl replied, unhooking the strap-on and tossing it next to my face. "Hey, slave. Kiss your master. And thank him for teaching you a lesson." I, barely moving, touched my lips to the silicone head that had just been inside me and whispered: - Thank you... They sat at the table for a long time, discussing me in the third person and finishing their cocktails. I was allowed only to lie on the floor at their feet, naked and broken, until the party was over. When the door closed behind them, I couldn't find the strength to rise for another hour. I found my glasses crushed under someone's heel and limped to the bathroom to wash off the shame. What I saw in the mirror wasn't a student, but a used, pathetic object. The humiliation was absolute. That was my first semester at university.