First time we met for a drink

I was invited out for a drink by an online friend whom I had met on a gay dating site, but I was not expecting him to arrive with company.

After we chatted a few times online, you invited me for drinks on a Friday night at a quiet location, assuring me not to worry as it was quite secluded. I had butterflies all week, eagerly anticipating our first meeting. On the day of our encounter, I painted my toenails red and adorned my feet with toe rings. I took a shower, shaved my body completely, and slipped into a pair of sexy panties. On top, I wore loose and comfortable knee-length shorts and brought along my red lipstick and some cash. I didn’t carry condoms with me, as I wasn’t expecting the night to lead anywhere, given that this was my first in-person meeting. Additionally, I decided not to drive, just in case I drank too much, so I opted for a taxi ride.

When I arrived, I noticed that the venue was quite secluded, yet charming. The ambience was created solely by candlelight, casting a warm glow throughout the dimly lit space. I spotted you sitting at a table, but you were not alone; you had invited two of your closest friends to join us. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. Both friends appeared to be around your age, freshly shaven, and of stocky build. They smiled warmly upon seeing me.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I asked a couple of my best friends to join us for a drink,” you said.
I smiled back, introducing myself as I took a seat. There was a sofa across from where you were sitting, with chairs on either side, so I settled in between your friends. The table was tucked away in a far corner, shielded from prying eyes, adorned with plants and flickering candles. The waiter approached, and you ordered wine and cocktails for all of us, knowing that wine allows me to mellow out. Little did I know, you had already shared details about me with your friends—our online chats, my fantasies (such as painting my toes, wearing micro skirts, dressing up like a good girl, and my desire to be topped by two or men at the same time, all dolled up as a sissy)—and even shared pictures of my body. The drinks arrived alongside an assortment of sweets and finger foods.

Your friends engaged in small talk, and I was uncertain where the conversation would lead, but they made sure my wine glass was always full. The venue was quiet, with only a few patrons scattered around, allowing me to take in the surroundings and enjoy the background music. Gradually, you all began to notice that my cheeks were reddening from the alcohol, and I was smiling more than usual, revelling in the evening and feeling increasingly at ease. They started asking me questions about myself—some general inquiries about life and my interests, while others ventured into more erotic territory, focusing on cross-dressing, sissies, and group sex.

“I really loved this picture of your painted toes,” said one of your friends, showing me a picture I had shared with you. It featured me naked on all fours, facing the mirror.
“Are they painted like this tonight?”

I blushed immediately, as it was the first time someone had asked me that publicly in front of others—someone I had never met or spoken to before. I took a big sip of wine and replied, “Yes, they are.”
“Can we see them?” asked the one opposite him.

I couldn’t believe that your friends were asking me to show my painted toes in public; it was something I had never done before. I felt both excited and embarrassed at the same time. You poured more wine into my glass and smiled at me, encouraging me to relax and embrace the moment.

“Why don’t you take off your shoes and show them?” you suggested. “Don’t worry; nobody is watching.”

I took another sip contemplating the idea of me going ahead with it. As I reached under the table to remove my shoes, I noticed one of your friends reaching for his mobile phone and lowering it discreetly. He intended to capture the moment and I sensed that you were all becoming excited to witness it. He asked if it was alright to record, and I nodded. I took off my shoes and then slowly removed my socks in a deliberately sensual manner. You were gazing directly into my eyes while I caught a glimpse of your other friend becoming aroused as he subtly rubbed the top of his pants. The one with the mobile phone inquired if he could take a picture and share it with everyone, and I nodded again in agreement as he sent it. You all wore broad smiles as you admired my red-painted toes and the two toe rings I wore—one on each second toe. You had mentioned online that you found them sexy, and having two felt more fitting for my fantasies.
“Leave them out in the open until we leave,” you commanded.

I took another sip of wine as you all focused on your phones and my toes, which clearly excited you.
Moments later, your friend to the left mentioned that his back was hurting a bit and asked if he could move to the sofa. He sat down and discreetly began caressing my leg, which distracted me, as it was the first time I had experienced a guy touching me in such an intimate way. He told me that I had very soft and sensual skin, similar to that of a woman, and that it was a significant turn-on for him. He even remarked that my toes and feet were quite feminine and that he liked how they appeared slightly crooked, as if I wore heels all the time. I smiled back, thanked him for his kind words, and felt myself blush. My knee-length shorts were loose, allowing him to slide his hand further up around my thighs before he withdrew it. After taking another sip of my wine, I leaned forward onto the table and felt his hand slip under my t-shirt, caressing my back and moving lower before stopping.

“Are you wearing panties tonight?” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” I replied.
“Good girl,” he said, as everyone smiled.
“Have you tried any of these sweets? They are really delicious. Would you like to try one?” asked the one sitting to my right.
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind tasting one,” I said.

It was covered in syrup and resembled the kind of treat any grandmother would make. He then shifted slightly and moved to the right side of the sofa, so we were all sitting opposite you. He picked up the sweet and brought it closer to my mouth but then paused.

“Open your mouth slightly for me,” he said.

My cheeks were already flushed from the wine, but they turned even redder when he said that. Trembling, I slowly opened my mouth as he brought the sweet closer and rubbed it around my lips, coating them in syrup. The rest of you were watching intently, and all three of you moved closer to prevent anyone else from seeing what was happening.

“Now lick your lips slowly with your tongue,” he instructed, and I complied.
“Good girl,” said the one to my left.

I blushed once more, yet simultaneously felt more at ease. Your friend to the left, who had been gently caressing my lower back, had now taken my hand and placed it on his bulge. I could feel the heat and firmness of his arousal, which was clearly much larger than I had anticipated. My hand barely covered his size. He was moving his cock ever so slightly against my palm as he and the rest of you were smiling. You poured more wine in my glass as your friend on the right moved closer to me as well.

“Have another drink baby,” and he picked up my wine glass and held it to my lips.

You all enjoyed seeing me become more mellow as he made me drink more than just a small sip this time. I nearly spilled the wine all over me but he enjoyed watching me become submissive to his demand which was to take larger gulps than just sips.

At the same time, he took my right hand and placed it on his bulge. I couldn’t believe what was happening as both my hands rested on their cocks, even over their trousers. You held your phone and lowered it under the table to record a video of my actions.

“Do they feel good, baby?” you asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you want to feel them directly in your hands?”
“Yes,” I responded.

Part of me knew it was mostly the wine talking but I also felt so comfortable and at ease.
Each of your friends lowered their zippers and revealed their impressive sizes. The friend to your right picked up my wine glass once more and said, “Drink.”

He was aware that I could easily become tipsy, and I sensed that he wanted me to let go of all my inhibitions tonight. My hands began to explore their girths; both were uncircumcised and had large, rounded heads.

“Do you want to taste them?” you asked.
“Yes,” I replied.

You were sitting across from us, observing the scene and smiling as your friends returned the gesture.
“It’s a nice night. Want to take a drive in a little bit? We can get some fresh air and then head to a nice secluded area I know just outside the city, where there’s a beautiful view of the city lights. We could pick up some drinks on the way; it will be more relaxing without anyone else around. We can play some music in the car and dance a bit in nature. What do you say?”
“That sounds nice.”

I was already feeling the wine dancing through me and some fresh air would be good.
The waiter brought the bill, and you took care of it. I had to put my socks and shoes back on, so standing up was manageable, but I could definitely feel the buzz. Fortunately, I didn’t embarrass myself, and your friends had their arms around my waist, ensuring that I was okay. One was even gently caressing my back while the other’s hand ventured lower. I didn’t flinch at all.

The walk to the car was short; you had a large SUV with tinted back windows and plenty of room in the back seats. You had all arrived in that car, so I sat in the middle, flanked by your two friends as you drove off.
“Let’s go pick up some more drinks before we head out.”

The cold air outside was refreshing, but I could still feel the effects of the wine, especially from the last few sips your friend made me take. We stopped at an open supermarket, and only you got out. Nobody could see us in the back from outside, which was reassuring. You returned with a couple of cartons of wine, more alcohol, cigarettes, some baked goods, and a few other items in a nylon bag. You placed everything on the seat next to you. As you drove off again, we began to leave the busy streets behind and headed out of the city onto the highway.

“We have some time until we arrive, so why don’t you relax a bit? Take off your shoes, socks, and shorts too; show us those lovely feet and slim legs, baby. You’ll feel more comfortable as well,” I heard you say.
My thoughts were suddenly distracted by your request. Your friend on the right asked, “Would you like us to help you?” asked your friend to the right.
“Yeah,” I replied softly.

Without further notice, both of your friends removed my shoes, socks, and lowered my shorts until they were completely off. As they took off my shorts, they discovered my lipstick inside the pocket. One of them took it and instructed me to turn toward him while he applied some to my lips, achieving his desired effect. My lips became redder than my cheeks and complemented my painted toes quite nicely. They then placed everything in the back of the car. One hand rested on my left thigh while the other was on my back. I was half-naked in a car with three men for the first time; something I would possibly never had done on an ordinary day. I felt both shy and aroused, especially with my red-painted toes on display.

“Spread your legs a little and show us those panties you’re wearing.”

At that moment, I felt my face flush deeper than a beetroot. The wine was clouding my thoughts, making it difficult to concentrate. My small soldier had shrunk, as it often does when I’ve had a few too many drinks. Your friends gently spread my legs and took more pictures of me, wearing only a t-shirt, my panties, and my painted red toes. You had tilted your rear view mirror slightly downward to get a better view as well.

I heard both men unzip their trousers and saw them removing their shoes, socks, trousers, and boxers. I simply observed their actions while the soles of my feet rested on the back seat, providing you with the best view of all. Your friends immediately took one of my hands each and placed them directly on their now erect cocks. They were both so large and thick that my small hands could barely wrap around their size and girth. They both enjoyed the sensation of my tiny hands around their shafts.

Your friend to my right leaned in and said, “Be a good girl and give my cock head a kiss with those beautiful, tiny red lips of yours.”
As I lowered myself towards his manhood, I felt his other friend begin to touch my bare ass cheeks, caressing and groping them. His hand was larger than both of them combined. As I approached the tip, I could feel the heat radiating from it.
“Lick the head, baby, slowly and sensually, just like you would with a lollipop. I want to feel your tongue tasting me.”

He held my head close to him, and I slowly extended my tongue to lick him. I couldn’t take him fully in, as he was much larger than the width of my mouth. He gently pushed my head down until my lips parted, and I felt the head of his cock slowly enter my mouth. I relaxed my lips and opened my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate him. Suddenly, I felt him twitch, and he quickly withdrew.

“You’re such a turn-on, baby girl. Here you go,” he said as pre-cum began to ooze from his cock.
He proceeded to rub the pre-cum over my cheeks and part of my lips as well. There was quite a substantial amount of it.
“Take a picture of her face; I want to see the pre-cum dripping off her.”

Another picture was taken and forwarded to the other occupants in the car.
With a small sigh, he looked at me with great satisfaction and told me to turn around and take care of his friend’s needs as well. I turned to my left, and as I lowered myself to pleasure his friend, I could feel my backside being groped once more, while my legs were gently caressed. However, this time it went a bit further, and I felt his hands attempting to part my cheeks to gain a better view of my small pussy hole. Removing my panties, he instructed me to lie on my side, presenting my backside to him while my face hovered directly above his friend’s thick erection. Your friend then grasped the back of my head as he guided me toward his erect member, and I began to gently explore the broad tip with my tongue. He then pushed my head even lower, causing it to part my tiny lips and allowing more of it to enter my mouth, just as the other friend had done earlier.

As I was sensually engaging with your friend, I suddenly felt something poking me from behind—something warm and sticky. I let out a soft moan as I felt him press against my delicate opening, and I sensed that this excited him even more as he attempted to push himself deeper inside me. I felt the thick, rounded tip of his member attempting to penetrate me slowly, but it required additional lubrication.

“Your hole is so tight,” he grunted.

As soon as you said that, I felt your friend’s cock twitch, and he withdrew as well, covering my other cheek and lips with pre-cum. I slowly turned around and sat up. I caught a glimpse of myself in the driver’s mirror; my face was flushed, with bright red lipstick smeared around my mouth—more than I would typically apply—and traces of pre-cum on my cheeks and lips. Although I was still somewhat dazed, I could clearly see and feel the two large, thick, hard cocks on either side of me; both still dripping with pre-cum. Your friends were significantly larger than me in stature, and even their feet size appeared much bigger, making mine look tiny in comparison. I found that quite appealing.
The car began to feel a bit bumpy as you turned onto a side road, steering us away from the main street and onto what appeared to be a dirt path.

“Just a little further, and we will arrive. In the meantime, here, have a sip of this wine I bought,” you said.
I believe you all enjoyed watching me drink while keeping my little clit as small as it was, as well as seeing me intoxicated.
“Now be a good girl and take care of my friends until we reach our destination. I’m sure they will take care of you as well.”

I took a sip of the wine, which was moderately sweet, and it went down smoothly. As I savoured that sip, your friend to my right said, “Here, darling, why don’t you make yourself more comfortable and take everything off completely? We want to see and feel you entirely naked.” With that, he lifted my shirt.
The cold air outside caused my small nipples to become erect, and I was covered in goosebumps. My member was limp from the alcohol and measured only about 5 centimetres. Your friends in the back noticed that as well, and they appreciated what they were looking at.

“You have such a feminine figure—so smooth and sensual, why don’t you continue to play with my friend’s cock...”
So I turned around and I lowered myself completely naked closer to his thick, glistening head, which was slick with pre-cum.
“Baby, my pre-cum; it’s all for you, and there is much more milk for you to savour later on as well.”
The next thing I felt was the pressure of the cock attempting to penetrate me further, but it wasn’t succeeding.
“Does she really want this? Because we both want to take it all the way with her,” one of your friends asked.
“Yeah, she wants this, don’t you, baby girl? Tell them that you want it.”
I needed courage, but I was also aroused at the same time, being completely naked and touched by two naked men. Additionally, I was quite tipsy. I turned around, my wet red lips glistening from your friend’s pre-cum, and replied, “Yes, I want this.”
“With or...”
“Without,” you immediately replied, “She wants it raw, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I replied again.
“You want to be our girl and have fun with us all the time, right?”
“Yes,” I replied once more.
“This brings us all immense joy, good girl” I heard him say.
“Now get on your hands and knees, place your mouth on my friend’s cock, and lift your ass up for me.”

He grasped both of my buttocks, pried them apart, and spat on my hole. I could feel his saliva dripping down my opening, and I moaned again as he attempted to push his large member further inside me. His head had already begun to stretch my small entrance. He was at least 7 inches long, if not more, and quite thick as well.
“She is so tight.”

He stopped and came around to where my mouth was, saying, “taste your own ass, lick my cock baby.”
Your friend began to masturbate while watching all of this unfold and grasped the back of my head, pushing it forward, which nearly made me gag. Your friend then moved back behind me and spat twice inside and around my hole. He inserted more of himself inside while your friend began to ooze even more pre-cum from being so aroused.

“Taste and swallow my small amounts of milk,” he said.
As this was happening, the car came to a stop.
“Here we are,” you said as you parked the car. “I will get the wine and the items I brought from the bakery. We can set everything up in that spot. There’s no need to put her clothes back on; just pick her up, and we can carry her. This way, follow me.”

As you walked toward the small open clearing among the trees, you left the car door ajar, allowing a bit of light to spill out while music played softly in the background. Your friends carried me, as I couldn’t walk properly without shoes on, and gently laid me down on a blanket you had brought.

“You must be thirsty. Here, have some more wine,” as you poured it into my mouth.
I looked up and saw both of your friends standing naked, their arousal evident. I could feel my hole still moist from the saliva and slightly gaping as well.
“Dance for me, baby girl. I want to record some of your sensual moves,” as you took out your mobile phone and began to follow me.

The night was pleasantly warm, so I felt comfortable, but my little clit remained small and limp. I got up slowly; I wasn’t dizzy, but I definitely felt a buzz. I could hear the music playing in the background, so I began to sway a bit until I found my rhythm. I was completely nude, with my toes painted red, my lips adorned with red lipstick, and three men watching me dance in nature. I felt completely liberated and very feminine as well. I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the rhythm of the music when, suddenly, I sensed a body behind me and a firm presence against my backside. I continued to move and grind against it when I then felt someone in front of me, with a large, hard presence pressing against my abdomen. I wrapped my arms around the person in front of me and leaned forward, enhancing my exposure to the one behind. I loved the sensation of being sandwiched between two stocky men; it made me feel petite in comparison.
“Let’s lay her down on the ground,” one of them said.

I heard the person behind me spit into his hand and cover my hole with his saliva. He lifted one of my ass cheeks and inserted himself as deeply as he could. I moaned loudly, even though he was not yet halfway in. His friend in the front then started kissing me passionately, and this was the first time I allowed myself to fully engage and kissed him back. His tongue and mouth were much larger than mine, and I sucked on his tongue as if it were a small penis. He then got up and knelt in front of me. He playfully grabbed my throat and choked me, causing me to open my mouth and moan even louder. He quickly inserted his penis into my mouth and began to thrust in and out. I opened my eyes to watch him passionately engage with me. I surrendered my thoughts and fully embraced the experience unfolding before me.

“She is so tight; if I continue, I’m going to cum,” said the one who was penetrating me.
“Stop, I want to fuck her too, let her lick and enjoy her own ass juices.”
Your friends switched positions. The one who was pleasuring my mouth was now inside me, making me moan as his larger head filled me, while the other was now in front of my face.
“Taste your own juices, baby girl,” as he inserted himself into my mouth.
I felt as though I was losing my mind and sense of reality with everything that was happening. The sensations were otherworldly; I never imagined I could feel this way at all. A few minutes later, I could feel the sensation building within me, and the one fucking me shouted, “Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum; I’m cumming inside you, baby.”

I felt a warm, thick cream filling my insides. He continued to pump streams of cum inside me before pulling out. “Come and breed her, she needs more cum to fill her up completely.”
They both quickly changed positions and I was being spit roasted once again. The one behind thrusting into me and the one who had just bred me was inside my mouth.
“Taste my milk baby girl, it’s all yours, you deserve it,”

In no time, his friend also began to cum inside me, filling me with his juices as well. My small hole was now gaping wide, and their milk was slowly trickling out. He also moved closer to my mouth, allowing me to taste both of their left over juices. I licked them sensually, savouring what I could on my lips and taking some into my mouth. Opening my eyes I saw you hovering above me and without hesitation you came on my face as well.

I was exhausted and drained of energy, yet I felt a sense of peace being in nature, lying there without any clothes even though I was drenched in cum. There was no more hiding; I had been seen, touched, and embraced by a group of friends who loved me as one of their own. For the first time, I felt desired and unafraid to seek more. But for now, I simply wanted to lie there under the stars with three of my daddies and experience true freedom.