Ana's Descent

Ana was an innocent 18-year-old petite blonde girl who recently started to date Yuri, a 28-year-old business executive, whom she met through online dating. The two of them have been talking online for the past few days and now Yuri has invited Ana to a party in his apartment. Although she was nervous and anxious, Ana accepted the invitation, wanting to please Yuri and get to know better this older, sophisticated man, whose ideas and conversations were much more mature than those of men her age. Ana spent all week trying on different clothes and styles, until she chose a little black dress, refined and mature, but still bold. She complemented her look with stiletto heels, some golden accessories, and a jaded makeup, until she thought she looked a couple of years older and definitely more mature and experienced.

Before leaving for his house, Ana drank two glasses of cheap wine to gather some courage. She said to her mom that she was going to a friend's house, not that it mattered much, as her mom had been practically absent since Ana's dad abandoned them a few years earlier.

Ana called an Uber and put Yuri's address as the destination. While she waited for her vehicle, Ana fantasized about meeting Yuri and his friends. She was very keen on pleasing him and getting a great first impression. Her driver did not take too long. When Ana entered his car, she noted that the man gave her a very weird look when he saw her destination. It was almost as if the man wanted to say something, but did not have the courage. Ana credited it to her look and took some pity, as he thought the poor man was interested in her. She thought that the Uber driver did not stand a chance against her, Yuri.

The trip was quiet and calm. To her surprise, the driver knew exactly the destination. Ana smiled at his competence and decided to give the man a generous tip, besides leaving her dress ride up a little at her thighs while she was getting out of the car, giving the man a rich view. She smiled alone at her boldness that night.

Yuri's apartment was everything that Ana had hoped for. He was already waiting for her at the door, and Ana felt the air leave his lungs as she saw that he was even more beautiful than she had thought before. Yuri was 6'3 " tall, slim, muscular, blonde, and had dark green eyes. He was wearing a perfectly crafted casual navel three-pieces suit.

"My star has come," he said in a low guttural voice, his smile wide and warm.

Ana chuckled. "I hope I am not too late," she said, her voice sounding too high.

"You arrived at the perfect time" He grabbed her hand and immediately pushed her closer as if he had some kind of gravitational pull. "Come in, please. We are all anxious to meet you."

She stepped inside on the polished concrete floor. Yuri's apartment had a soaring ceiling, with exposed bricks and a wonderful view of the city skyline. Music was soaring at a conversational level.

The party had many fewer people than she had imagined. It was just them and three older men, all dressed similarly to Yuri. As Ana entered, their talk ceased and they all stared at her, deeply curious. She felt a hot blush creep up her neck, but was keen to keep her posture.

"Gentlemen, this is my sweet Ana" Yuri announced, his other hand in the small of her back. "Ana, these are some of my closest friends. Marcus, Stefan, and Leonardo."

They greeted her politely in a chorus. Ana took her time to personally greet each of them. They exuded an easy assurance and dominance that was undoubtedly descended from their high status and experience. Ana was fascinated with the atmosphere.

"Let's get you a proper drink, shall we?" Yuri was moving before she could answer. "Wine for these old crooks and vodka soda for the lady." Her drink was in her hand in seconds. She liked the sensation of being cherished.

"Thank you, Yuri." She took a sip. "Oh, it is delicious."

In the next hour, the conversation was light and pleasant. The men were polite, interested in Ana's life and thoughts. Yuri guaranteed that her glass never got empty. Slowly, she took her time to get to know each of them. Leo was charming and vibrant, an accomplished criminal lawyer. He laughed at each of her not-so-funny attempted jokes. Marcus was an Economics college professor. He was a little more serious and observant of her. He asked questions about her aspirations in life and political ideas, and heard the answers as if they were the most important answers in the whole world. And Stephan was a professional plastic artist, his smiles secretive and his comments always witty.

The men teased Yuri about where he found such an interesting beauty like her. Yuri only smiled and answered that it was a happy accident.

The night was passing surprisingly well and pleasantly. Ana was getting more relaxed by the minute, her initial anxiety changing to joy. For the first time in a while, she felt like she was seen and appreciated, and not by anyone, but by a distinct group of wealthy and successful older men. The drinks certainly contributed to heightening her humour and glee. When a song she liked blasted out, she did not hesitate to dominate the center of the room. The men cheered her up. as she swayed, letting the beat and the vodka guide her. After a few songs and a few more drinks, the room was swirling away slowly.

Ana stumbled, before Stephan's strong big hand held on her elbow. "Easy now, princess" he was smiling. "Why don't we take a little minute?"

Ana was grateful for the pause. Stephan guided her away, her head delightfully spinning. Instead of simply sitting her, he slowly guided her to a secluded nearby room. Her head dizzy and her limbs slightly loose, Ana simply allowed herself to be steered away. They entered a big bedroom, dominated by a big, low platform king-size bed.

She sat at the bed and blinked, and in a second Yuri was by her side again, smiling and holding her hand. "I am sorry," she said "I think I had one too many drinks."

Yuri gently laughed it off. "Don't be sorry, baby. The important thing is that you have fun."

"Your friends will think I am a silly little girl."

"Don't be ridiculous. They all think you are incredible. You are such a good girl." His voice and praise were warm to her.

As if they were summoned, the three men appeared in the room. They stood there for a minute, watching her. Ana felt a little fragile, taking conscience that she was a lone young woman in a room full of older men. She tried to get up, but Yuri held her in place.

"Yuri?" she called, her voice a little slurred.

"Shh. It is better if you keep sitting, Ana. We don't want you to hurt yourself, do we?" His words were filled with warmth and protection. He looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze absorbing.

She heard someone sealing the door shut. The men grew closer. Yuri must have sensed her tension. He gently caressed her knee. "Relax, sweet. We only want to be a little more comfy."

Stephan spoke: "How about we play a little game? It will be fun."

Ana's dizzy mind cheered at playing a game.

"Great idea," Leo said. "We could play trivia."

"How about we make it more interesting? The one who answers wrong will lose a piece of cloth." The men enthusiastically agreed and Ana was also excited. She was great at trivia, she thought and she had played drinking games with her friends before, so she was confident.

She nodded, smiling. "Yeah, let's play. I will beat you old cranks." They all laugh.

"Excellent," Yuri said, "Ana, our guest, will go first. I will go easy. What's the capital of Azerbaijan?"

A collective chuckle filled the room. "I have no idea, you fool," Ana said smiling.

"A loss is a loss," Marcus said, and so Ana lost her stilettos.

The game continued. Ana had the impression that the men were facilitating for themselves, while keeping the harder questions for her, but her blurred mind could not pinpoint or prove the subtle manipulation. So, she keeps losing, getting answers about law, geography, economics, and literature wrong, and losing her precious accessories. She lost her gold studs, her collar, and bracelets, all joining her shoes in a small pile on the soft floor. The men barely lost anything, but a shoe or two.

The reality of the situation pierced her alcoholic haze as she was running out of things to remove. When she finally removed her silk black dress, all their eyes were glued to her crimson blush. She kept only her lace black underwear, complimenting herself for choosing to wear the most luxurious, sexy lingerie rather than her usual comfy bra and panties.

"I think I am being wronged in this game" she said, smiling coily, taking an erupting warm laughter from them.

"Okay, we can take a little break now," Yuri said. He handed her another drink. She was unsure, but drank to not be seen as a prude, and thought her mind was already getting clearer.

"We can play another game if you want," she said. "I am having so much fun." And it was true, despite her little jitters, she was amusing herself.

The men promptly accepted her offer and started to debate what they could play. They finally agreed on a guessing game.

Yuri reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a sleek strip of black silk. "This one is more about sensations and trust." He gently blindfolded her, and the world went dark as the cool silk was firmly knotted at the back of her head. "You will try and guess who we are."

Ana giggled triumphantly, thinking she would easily win this one. "Don't you know that blindfolding me will heighten all my other senses?"

In the first round, the men only talked and she correctly guessed all their voices, to her joy and their awe. The second round was scent, and she also excelled at this one. She was utterly happy and confident to finally be winning.

Then, without previous warning, the air shifted in front of her. A large and warm hand cupped her face. Before she could react, surprisingly tender lips met hers. Ana's first reaction was panic a little, but the lips were insistent and slowly her mouth accepted it, her tongue moving to meet the other one, as a soft moan escaped her. As surprisingly as it arrived, the man in front of her was gone, leaving her dizzy.

"So," Leo said "who was that now?"

"That it is not fair," she said, "I was not prepared."

They collectively laughed. She sensed the air moving again and tried to prepare now. A firm, confident, skilled lip pressed her, and she promptly accepted. She tried to concentrate in the sensation. Leo, maybe? The lips were gone and she was left tingling.

"And now?" Marcus asked.

"Leo" she guessed, knowing she was wrong by their mocking reactions.

"You are not so good at the taste test" Stephan said. A glass was put in her hand, and she gulped it.

The kisses followed almost non-interruptible, each one a universe, a brief and intimate connection that left her panting and moaning. She gradually lost track of identities. Her guesses were correct only half of the time and she kept diligently drinking her punishment.

Finally, Yuri chuckled. "Well, how do you feel?"

Ana felt hot and lost. "Like a blind bunny with bloated lips," she answered, appreciating their laughs.

"Who was your favorite?" Stephan inquires.

She thought for a moment. "They were all equally... distinct." She answered, trying not to reject anyone and be sincere at the same time. "Besides, I did not even know who it was half the time."

They chuckled at her diplomatic response. The men start a conversation. Her dazzled mind could only comprehend a quarter of their words and deep down she registered the fact that no one hurried to let her blindfold go. The cold drinks kept finding her hand and her protests died in her throat. She did not want to disappoint them. She drank, the cold liquid making her shiver. She stayed quiet, trying to anchor herself.

After some time, Yuri talked to her. "You are such a fun, Ana." His appraisal was like a drug. "Are you happy?"

"Oh, Yuri. You have no idea. I am so happy right now. Thank you. Thank you all."

"It is our pleasure," Leo said.

Yuri caressed her blindfolded face, making her melt. "We can have even more fun if you want. Do you wish to entertain us a little more?"

Ana was unsure and a little confused, but it was not like she would back off. Not now. Probably, they wanted to play a few more games, maybe kiss her more. To be sincere, she was having so much fun and was so happy to be seen and accepted, that little to nothing really mattered. "I am not sure old men like you can bear how much fun I can be."

They cheered and roared at her answer.

Then, before she could react, Yuri's hands were firmly on her shoulders. He pushed her to the ground, in a kneeling position. "You are so good, Ana. The best." A cold knot tightened in her stomach. She tried to react, but a new pair of hands held her. "Shh, calm yourself, sweet. We will have a lot more fun."

She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding, obscenely loud in the moment.

"Be good, Ana." Yuri coaxed her huskily. "I know you will be good for us."

Her heart was frantically thrumming against her ribs. A large hand guided her head forward. The musk of Yuri's skin filled her senses and, almost without thinking, her lips parted.

Another hand patted her hand. "Good girl," Stephan said.

Ana surrendered involuntarily, her jaw loosening as her nostrils registered his scent. He was smooth and his silk head was already moist with anticipation. Ana's mind was even more fogged and clear than before. Her only coherent thought was on how to be good, like a mantra. She leaned forward and he slid into her mouth, his tasty alien and masculine.

She stayed for a moment, her mouth filled, her mind overwhelmed, his weight and warmth dominating her tongue.

"Perfect" Yuri murmured. "Exactly like that."

Ana remembered movies that she had half-seen while her parents were distracted and the comments of her more experienced friends. She started a bobbing motion, in an unpracticed rhythm. Yuri vibrated through her.

"Look at it" Marcus commented. "Eager little slut."

She moaned at the commentary. A heat ignited through her, her own thighs dampening in a traitorous reaction to their crude praise. She tried to focus on the movement and sensations, her tongue sliding, her saliva easing the way.

"A perfect cocksucker this one," Leo said.

Yuri's hands were in her hair now, buried, pulling her. She moaned again, the vibration earning a groan from him.

They kept encouraging her, their words fueling her seeking approval. Then Yuri's hips started to move at a more demanding pace than she was expecting. "Take it, slut."

But she could barely take it. His cock hit the back of her throat and she instantly gagged. Her throat clenched at the invasion and her eyes watered. Her instinct was to pull back frantically, but his hands were firm.

"Through your nose" Stephan tried to comfort her. "Calm and you can take it." She tried to calm herself and do as he said. Drool escaped the corner of her stretched lips, and tears ran down her face. Her sensation mixed panic and pleasure. The wet sounds and her gagging filled the room and her mind, an arousing soundtrack. The chorus of encouragement from the men continued, praising her efforts.

"Messy and so beautiful," Stephan said.

She could not answer or think; all her focus was on her mouth. Yuri quickly pulled her over. His voice was ferocious, as she gasped into ragged breaths. "You love it, don't you, slut?" She nodded desperately and before she could formulate any word, he returned inside her mouth, his rhythm even more frantic, his thrusts less controlled. The verbal whiplash was a brutal symphony.

She whimpered and moaned. She sensed the tension in his thighs as he held her head more firmly. With a final and deep groan, his entire frame shook, and she was invaded by an unfamiliar salty taste that spilled into her throat. She tried to swallow convulsively.

Yuri kept her like that for a moment, before withdrawing slowly. She was well-used, but strangely proud of herself. Yuri gently caressed her chin and whispered how perfect she was. His approval washed her. She had done it.

Ana's muddled mind was trying to process the experience, when she heard more zippers sliding. Before her oxygen-deprived brain could protest, a new threat was in front of her.

"Open up, whore" Leo's voice was not the same vibrant tone of before, but a more authoritative version. He pressed her lips, and without knowing why, she obeyed him.

She noticed he was thicker than Yuri's, but a little less lengthened. His taste was more spicy and clean. Her swollen lips enveloped him, as a ragged sound escaped her throat. "Just relax," he said, as his hips started to move. She tried to breathe through her nose as before, her nostrils absorbing his scent. His hands found the sides of her head, and his thumbs started to stroke her temples.

She did not have time to reflect on what was happening, why, or with whom. His pace quickened after a while. He pistoned her mouth, his hips slapping against her skin, her choked sounds proving her struggle. Drool, tears, and pre-cum dripped down her chest.

She was drowning, despite her trying to breathe through her nose. Her lungs burned and her body thrashed weakly. Suddenly her stomach lurched, the pressure suffocating. Her body rebelled, and desperate, she splashed acidic puke against Leo's cock. She was ashamed and embarrassed, thinking it would cost them their job, but to her surprise, Leo groaned, and the other men cheered her on.

"Fuck yes," A Natural puke slut" "Made for it."

To her shock, Leo's thrusts increased, fucking her mouth through the mess. She should be utterly humiliated, but their encouragement confused her and she felt a species of awkward pride. Leo became unhinged and she let a second stream of acidic bile. It pushed him over the edge, his voice cracking and his hot release mixing with her degradation.

He pulled out with a wet pop, and she gasped, sucking in great, ragged lungfuls of air, her body trembling uncontrollably.

There was no respite. Before she could even process the emptiness, another man was there. She didn't know who--Marcus or Stefan. It didn't matter. They were a single entity of desire, and she was their vessel.

He was smoother, the mess in her face helping him slide, despite her hurt throat. He whispered fervently in her ear, a series of praise and degradation. He lasted less than the others, but his climax was more intense, and her mouth was fuller than ever before.

The last one was rougher, his grip painful. He slapped her and spit on her face, the only moments he allowed her to breathe. Now she was puking, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and he laughed and praised her each time. Her struggle and moaning left him in awe. When he finally came, he was loud and guttural, a physical force.

Finally, she was released, and she instantly crumbled to the floor. The man left her for a while. She listens as they talk and drink, while she is a mess on the floor, her body drenched in cum, puke, drool, sweat, and tears. Her throat was on fire, her jaw sore and her lips dry. She tried to process what was happening, as she panted and whispered at the floor.

After a while, huge, rude hands grabbed her from the floor. They carried her to the soft bed and gave her water. She drank desperately. She wanted to talk, but she did not even know what to say. Yuri comforted her and gently stroked her face. "You were so good, Ana. How do you feel?"

Her voice was hoarse and dry. "I... I don't know. It was a lot and a bit rough, but it was definitely good and fun to... please you all. I guess I am proud of myself in a sense."

Yuri kissed her dearly. "Oh, I am so proud of you, Ana. You were great. You were right, we were rough, but you were so good. You deserve a reward. Do you want it?"

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