1 comments/ 21325 views/ 3 favorites Video Reveal By: Vampirillo The events below occurred just a few years ago. At the time I was a 28 years old single guy, self-employed as a videographer for weddings, parties, graduations, etc. I was an average looking, typical, somewhat conservative guy - a little bit on the tech-geek side but not overly so. I had a few girlfriends over the years, but nothing serious. My longest term relationships were online and long distance with a few girls from around the world. While lacking some of the advantages of a real relationship (sex), these remote ones fit nicely with my busy work life and a couple of them grew to be remarkably strong and real. As a professional video guy, of course, I had a nice assortment of pro camera and audio gear - the production values on my wedding DVDs was better than for most reality TV shows. But for my perv hobby, I had another equally impressive array of video equipment. Over the years I had accumulated about two dozen different types of tiny video cameras suitable for being easily hidden in clothing or gear. I had a fascination for covert video - and my porn of choice was hidden camera where at least one of the participants is genuinely unaware they are being shot. I had played around with this stuff for a few years - finding good places to conceal them in my clothing. Initially these were very low resolution and had short recording times. This limited me to uses where I was present and could activate them. Once I felt confident in the invisibility of the hidden cams, I started using them when I had a girl to bring back to my place. Without knowing it, some of those girls gave me a gift of sex that kept on giving. My big quality breakthrough came from the combination of the newer small but high quality webcams with external batteries and micro hard drives. This allowed me to get several hours of straight recording time - and it opened up exciting new options. I built one of these into each of my camera bags. Camera bags, by the way, are a fantastic place to hide this kind of setup because the bulky parts - the battery and the hard drive - do not actually need to be hidden. Only the camera need be concealed - the battery and HD sit in the bag with the rest of my equipment and fit right in. In time I got quite good at making the cameras invisible. Whenever I did a wedding, I looked for an opportunity to deploy one or more of my cams. Target number one was the bride's dressing room. I would usually meet up with the bride in the morning to coordinate timing and to capture some wedding prep moments. If the dressing room was reasonably secure, I would ask if I could leave some of my extra gear there until after the ceremony. Not once has a bride refused me on this. After that it was only a matter of leaving each camera bag in a location and position for good room coverage and pressing the record buttons before leaving. Then after every wedding I would get home thoroughly exhausted from the hard work, but at the same time excited to find out what treasures I had collected. Every wedding was like Christmas morning for me. Sometimes the videos contained nothing of much interest. But sometimes there was gold gold. A bride half dressed or completely undressed or lurid sexual conversation between the girls. a couple of times a little pre-wedding sex between the bride and groom... once even sex between the bride and some guy who definitely was not the groom. That one I have played many happy times. But that isn't the story I came here to tell you. One of my long-distance, online girlfriends was named Bania. She lived in Monterrey, Mexico when I first met her in a video chat room. She was an art student at the time and I found her stunningly attractive. She had caramel skin with a dusting of dark brown freckles, a slim but not too skinny body and a beautiful exotic face resulting from being half-Mexican and half-Chinese. I had chatted with hundreds of women - some quite beautiful - but from the first moment I saw Bania I was hooked. We chatted and flirted got to know each other in the relative safety of a public chatroom for weeks. The more I knew the real person behind the beautiful face, the more hooked I became. Her personality was confident and fiery. If someone said something that pushed one of her buttons, watch out! This was the early days of online video chat, before camgirl sites. Guys would hang out in these rooms sometimes to chat about whatever, but more often to talk the girls into showing some. And although Bania was not one of the girls who ever showed, she could hold court for hours. When our relationship moved on to the next level (Skype), I heard her voice for the first time. Since her typing had always been fast and in impeccable English, I always imagined her to have very little accent. But actually she had quite a thick and extremely sexy Mexican accent. Her voice was a little bit throaty, very sultry. Every time I learned more about this girl, I found her more amazing. And as far as I could tell, she was becoming just as interested in me. Typically by this time with an online girlfriend I would have encouraged her to show me something on camera, but with Bania I did not want to destroy the magic we had going and so I let it take its own pace. From day one she was very comfortable with flirtatious or outright sexual conversation - and as the relationship grew it became increasingly intimate. One night when I answered her Skype call, the image that I saw was a close-up of fingers slowly rubbing a pussy. My mind raced as the blood drained into my lower extremities. Was she really doing this? Was she playing a porn video into her feed to play with my head and see my reaction? I watched this for minutes until the fingers on the screen had worked that pussy to perfect climax. Then she slid her chair slowly back from the camera until I could see all of her. It was indeed Bania, leaning back with one hand still touching her pussy, the other resting on her chin, watching my video feed as if to measure my reaction. Her body was that of a beautiful girl – not at all heavy but also not skinny. Her tits looked fantastic. Medium brown C-cups with delicious looking chocolate nipples. She sat there in that chair for long minutes with not one word spoken. She could tell that I was stroking myself to my own gradual climax, but she never asked to see it. She just sat there in the murky semi-darkness watching my face and smirking as I worked myself to orgasm. Over the following weeks we spent many long nights in chat or in Skype when I should have been asleep and resting up for a rigorous workday. One night she set up her camera so that I could watch her sleep - and I did for hours, occasionally stroking myself but mostly just watching her breathe. After talking about it for months, we finally arranged to meet up in person. I offered to pay her way to Los Angeles to visit me for three days around the holidays. We set ground rules to protect both of us from disappointment and awkwardness - no sex, no expectations beyond two friends finally meeting and spending some time together. I purchased the airfare and booked three nights for her at a hotel not terribly far from my place. I was very nervous waiting to meet her in person, wondering if the reality would be at all similar to the semi-fantasy that I had built. But from the moment I saw her walking through the gate at the airport I sensed that the connection was real. When she saw me, she smiled broadly and ran to me as fast as she could roll her suitcase. We embraced tightly, then she leaned back for a moment to look at me, smiling with either approval or relief, and then we kissed. First kisses are usually awkward - this one felt like a kiss between long-time lovers. I know very well that people do not always look the same in person as they do on video. But this girl standing in front of me was every bit as hot and sexy and beautiful as she seemed to be from afar. Her dark skin was not perfectly smooth, but it was perfect. The freckles gave her an artistic quality as if she were a fine painting by a great master. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. There was a lot of kissing over the three days that we spent together. Bania was an amazing kisser. I checked her in at the hotel, gave her a few minutes to freshen up and then took her out for an afternoon and evening of Southern California experiences. Through all of it, I felt certain she was as much into me as I was into her. Even so, as we arrived back at the hotel I made it clear that I would honor our agreement - she smiled as if to say "how adorable" and pulled me into the room and onto the bed. I had long-imagined Bania to be confident and uninhibited in bed as she was everywhere else, and she definitely met my expectations. Some women act as if they have sex because it's what the man wants or have sex to feel the intimate connection. Bania seemed to have sex because she really liked having sex. If we were kissing she liked to plunge her hand into my pants and grab my dick. She seemed to love holding it in her hand and she reveled in being fucked. We did it many different ways, but I don't think she cared about the positions - she just liked it. And when she decided it was time for her to cum, Bania would tell me to let loose and she would supplement the action by massaging her own clit at the same time. Oh my God she had magnificent breasts. I had seen them a few times on Skype, but in person and in my hands they were truly spectacular. Not huge but definitely not too small, nice shaped, firm, with nipples that looked like Playboy model airbrushed perfection. I told her that and she thought it was funny. The only surprise for me was that Bania didn't seem to like oral. I had many masturbatory explosions over the previous year imagining her sucking my dick, but in bed she never made a move to get her mouth close to it. It was a surprising to me for someone who was so intensely tactile about kissing and touching. The first time I kissed my way down to her pussy and began to eat her out she seemed surprised and slightly uncomfortable. I'm not sure why - her pussy was neatly trimmed, very clean and thoroughly delicious. She went with it, though, and seemed to enjoy it. For the rest of her visit we were never separated. During the days we went places, saw things, had good food. On one evening we met up with another couple whom Bania knew in the area - it made me feel like her boyfriend, and I liked the feeling. I smiled every time she spoke because her accent was so damned cute. And every evening we fucked like horny rabbits. At the end of her visit as I took her to the airport I sensed that we both felt a mutual connection and that she was as interested in me as I was in her - and yet I did not sense any clinginess or inclination to turn this into a relationship with more ties. This was good for me, as I had never been a long-term-relationship kind of guy. I saw her off at the airport and drove home with a smile and her taste on my lips. Oh, and I also had a duffel bag with my hidden camera equipment and several hours of low-light video of Bania and myself frolicking. I don't know how many times I shot my load that weekend, but however many it was dwarfed by the number of times I beat off watching the video. But, this is not where things got interesting yet. OK, so after that visit things were similar to before. Video chats, emails, texts. We had the same connection, and yet at no time did she press me for anything more than we had established. She would ask me about my girlfriends in a way that seemed playful and flirtatious and genuinely lacking in jealousy. Honestly, had she angled for more of a committed relationship I would have jumped for it. But she played it light and I went with the flow and enjoyed what we had. After the visit she was definitely more comfortable getting naked for me on cam than she had been before. Of course, I captured as much of this as I could to supplement my library. And all this while, of course, I was continuing to work and to make use of my skills at illicit videography. I was amassing quite an impressive library of undressed brides and other assorted debutantes. So, fast forward through the next year and a half. Bania graduated from college and got a job with an advertising company in San Diego. It was an Hispanic-owned company that specialized in marketing to the Latin-American community in southern California. I was surprised that a young girl from Mexico could so easily get a work permit in the US, but evidently this company did it frequently as a means for getting inexpensive talent. So she moved to San Diego to share an apartment with another girl she knew from college who was also working at the same place. And suddenly, my spicy, sexy, hot little not-really-girlfriend was just 4 hours down the freeway from me! For four months I did not have an opportunity to see her. It was the height of wedding season, and with bar mitzvahs, bat mitzvahs and sweet sixteens I was massively busy. Bania also seemed crazy busy, adapting to living in the US, having a full time job and having a roommate. In our Skype conversations she seemed tired and a little bit stressed, but overall still happy. She would show me some of the advertising pieces she was working on and they were amazing - totally pro, and with some major brand-name products. The girl had real talent and I was impressed. Finally we found a weekend when a quiet spot in my schedule actually coincided with one in hers. Bania said her roommate Yoli was going to be out of the apartment for the weekend and we could make it an overnight. So, I packed up some clothes, an optimistic supply of condoms for one night and my bags of hidden video equipment and drove down to San Diego. It was going on two years since I had seen her in person, but when I saw her in her apartment doorway she was just as beautiful and just as sexy. We embrased and kissed as if no time had passed, and when she pushed her hand inside my pants I was fully ready to take advantage of her. But she suggested we go out and have a little fun before coming back and having fun. So I dropped my bags off in her room, casually but strategically placing the bags with the cameras to ensure good coverage of the action that would come later in her bedroom. It was a nice evening in downtown San Diego. We enjoyed a delicious meal in the gas lamp district - either it was the most amazing food I had ever eaten or it was benefiting from my hot Latina companionship. Bania's English was noticeably improved since the first time I had been with her, but the accent was still intensely sexy. Several times during the evening I started to get an erection in my jeans just from the way she pronounced words. We stopped at a bar for a drink and played a couple games of pool. As the evening progressed I could feel both our temperatures rising - to the point where I was worried that the escalation of our physical contact was going to provoke someone to call the police on us. Time to take this party back to her bed. When we got back to her place, I was feeling it physically more than I could ever recall - almost lightheaded from the swell of physical attraction. While Bania prepared some appetizers, I scoped out her place. It was a small and inexpensive place, but it had personality. There were a few photos of her roommate Yoli, who also looked like a cute little Latina - although not as beautiful as Bania. The place was filled with artwork. I could easily tell which were Bania's and which were Yoli's - their styles were quite different. Both displayed considerable talent. Bania served a tray of delicious little tortilla wraps with shrimp and salsa and a glass of Mexican wine for each of us. Both, she said, were specialties of the region in Mexico where she comes from. The wine was different than I had tasted before but quite good and the wraps were excellent. But Bania's lips were by far the most delicious Mexican delicacy of all. It was wonderful to be holding her body in my arms, exploring her neck, nose, mouth with my lips. Her smell unlocked an adrenaline rush of encoded memories of our first meeting. As we moved to the bedroom, I was feeling the effects of the alcohol but I was determined not to waste the one night I had with her. While Bania was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I activated each of my hidden cameras and made sure that each of them was in a good location. She came out wearing only an oversized t-shirt of mine that I had sent to her a year before. It should not have looked sexy, but it sure as hell looked sexy on this girl. I was still fully dressed, as I took her into my arms and gently lowered her onto the bed. We kissed almost frantically. I was nestled behind one of her ears tasting her skin and smelling the perfect smell of her hair. My hands were exploring her body as if for the first time. I felt completely overcome with the emotions, the passion, the alcohol... And then I woke up. Through one half-opened eye I could see daylight streaming in through the window. I was in bed, with one arm wrapped around Bania's naked, peacefully breathing body. Fucking hell, did I fall asleep on her!? I felt my body and I was also naked. At least there may have been some sexual rewards last night. But for the life of me I could not remember any of it. And I still felt woozy. I am a lightweight drinker, as Bania is as well, but I have never passed out on a gorgeous girl like that before. Bania felt me moving and started to stir. She looked at me through squinty eyes and smiled wryly. I kissed her good morning asked her apologetically if I had passed out no her. She smirked and with her incredible accent said that it was ok, that we both were really tired, and that it was still wonderful being with me. And as this beautiful vixen smiled coyly at me, her hand moved under the covers to my dick. She took it gently, but with clear intent to make it do her bidding. And so I had at least one hour of amazing sexual passion - albeit still a bit woozy from the night before. Then a shower, a delicious breakfast - something authentically Mexican that did not taste like anything I would get in a Mexican restaurant in California - and then I packed up my bags, kissed her goodbye and began my four-hour drive home. For all four hours I alternated between savoring the memory and excitedly looking forward to seeing if I had captured anything more with my cameras than snoring and a disappointed girl. At home, car unloaded I still felt remarkably tired at 4:00 in the afternoon. I felt like I could go to bed and get a full night of sleep right then and there. But of course, instead I pulled out the hard drives from my bags and fired up the computer to see what treats I had brought home. Countless times I had been excited to load up videos not knowing what I had captured. And on a few occasions I had a chance to re-live video moments that I was a part of. But for the first time I was in the weird position of loading up a video that I was a part of but with the anticipation of not knowing what I was going to see. So this is where it all took an unexpected turn. Maybe you saw this coming. Perhaps I should have, but I totally did not. First I loaded up my primo camera. It is high resolution, has a remarkably sharp lens for a small cam and a hard drive capable of over 4 hours of recording at that res. I had given it the best angle in the room and so this should be the most rewarding of the three cameras I had running that night. I started the video and prepared to enjoy. The first part was as I remembered it, showing me nervously walking the room and checking the cameras... Bania looking hot in my t-shirt... kissing... fondling... some more kissing... then, both of us sort of still, laying on the bed. I'm partially on top of her with one arm underneath her and the other hand cupping a breast. And it looks as if we have both fallen asleep, with me fully dressed and nowhere close to action happening. So disappointing! Dejectedly, I watch a few minutes of our two motionless bodies. I scrub forward in the video a little bit until I see movement. Bania still looks awake and is saying something to me. The audio on these cams is not good at all, but I turn up the gain and can hear her saying my name, trying to waken me. But I just lay there like a dead fish, oblivious to the gorgeous girl in bed with me. Bania gently rolls me over and gets out of bed. Watching it, I am embarrassed and cannot imagine what she is thinking about me at this point. Video Reveal She leaves the bedroom and from the other room I can faintly hear her talking, perhaps on the phone. Then she comes back into the bedroom - still wearing the oversized t-shirt and still looking sexy as all hell. She goes to the other side of the bed, gently straightens me out so that I am lying in a more comfortable looking position. She lays down on her side next to me, puts one arm under my head and lifts it up onto the side of her bosom. It is a tender sight until I see that with her other hand she is holding a small bottle - probably a prescription bottle - is taking a small tablet out of it, gently opening my mouth... it sure looks like she is placing a pill in my mouth, pushing it underneath my tongue, then closing my mouth and delicately caressing my throat. Watching the video I suddenly have a giant pit in my stomach and no erection. It is an out-of-body experience watching myself lay there and apparently being given a drug without my knowledge. The scene holds like that for a while. I'm still out cold with my head on Bania's shoulder. She reaches for a TV remote control and appears to turn it on. The TV is outside my camera angle of view, so I cannot tell what she is watching - from the sound it's something Mexican. I scrub forward in the video a few minutes. As it was fast-forwarding, I see a blur of another person in the room! Stop, back up 30 seconds and play. Still Bania and me on the bed, she still watching TV, me still completely unconscious. Someone does indeed walk past the camera - looks like the roommate, Yoli, clearly NOT out of town! Strangely, she walks through the room with barely a glance at Bania or me. More strangely, Bania does not even look up at her. The pit in my stomach is growing stronger. Scrub forward a few more minutes. Bania untangles herself from me and gets up from the bed. She is out of frame for a few moments, then reappears at the bedside next to me. She calls my name and gets no reaction. She claps in the air and calls my name loudly and still gets no reaction. She lightly slaps my face and implores me to wake up. I'm just lying there motionless, dead to the world. Bania walks out of the image again. Then roommate Yoli re-enters and walks over to where I am laying. She looks pretty cute, actually. Skin not quite as dark as Bania's and just a few pounds chunkier than her. But still cute and very fuckable. this point looking at her on hidden camera I would be starting an erection were it not for my limp body laying there. Yoli lays down next to me right where Bania was before. She tenderly caresses my forehead as if she were someone who knows and cares for me. I can hear the sound of yammering on the television, and maybe the sound of Bania talking in the other room. Bania walks past behind the bed and goes into her nightstand for something. I swear it looks like she has an unlit cigarette between the fingers of her other hand. Strangely, with all the things I am witnessing this may be the most shocking so far. I am a life-long non-smoker and almost militantly anti-smoking and I have always known Bania as a self-professed non-smoker. I had never seen her smoke in person or in video. She even complained once that Yoli sometimes smoked and that it bothered her. And here she appeared to have a cigarette casually in her hand. Or maybe it's just a white pen in her hand? Then in rapid succession she fishes a lighter out of the nightstand drawer, places the cigarette between her lips and quickly lights it like a life-long pro. They are speaking in Spanish but I cannot clearly hear what they are saying. Both of them give a giggle at one point over something they seem to find amusing. A little more talking, then Yoli reaches down to my pants and with one hand tries to undo the top button on my jeans. As she continues to work on my buttons, Bania walks to the foot of the bed and begins unlacing my shoes. It's surreal. Yoli gets the buttons all open and pushes her hand inside to get a nice grab on my package. Bania uses both hands to remove my two shoes and toss them to the floor. [Quick pause of the video - I go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet for a few minutes. I just sit there with a queasy feeling for a while. Back to the video and unpause.] Bania is trying to pull my jeans off from the bottoms of the pantlegs but the jeans are holding tight. Yoli takes her arm out from underneath my head and goes to the foot of the bed next to Bania and each of them grab a pant leg trying to pull off the jeans. Still not much progress, prompting both of them to giggle again. [Despite despite the subject matter, I smile watching them do this. Part of me ponders the erotic sight of two beautiful and exotic girls trying to get me undressed while the rest of me just feels violated.] Having managed to accomplish little more than sliding my body partway down the bed, Bania leaves the room and Yoli goes back to the bed to resume her position next to me. Bania enters again, climbs into the other side of the bed next to me. Then in walks a guy. That's right. I have no fucking idea who this guy is and as I watch the scene play out my body is tensing up with panic and fight-or-flight. The guy looks to be early 20's. He is not Hispanic looking as far as I can tell from the video. He says something to the girls, each of whom grab firm hold of one of my arms, then this guy takes hold of my pant legs and starts yanking them off. After the first two yanks, he is able to pull them off - to the audible appreciation of both Yoli and Bania. The guy tosses my jeans to the floor and exits frame [much to my watching relief]. Yoli immediately reaches one hand into my underwear and takes hold of my dick. She certainly is a bold one. After a little fondling, the two girls work together to pull down my underwear. Yoli seems fascinated with my penis. She is holding it in her hand, inches from her face, gazing at it with a mesmerized expression. Bania gets out of the bed and is walking around the room doing something - I cannot see what. The two of them are talking in Spanish. A seemingly normal and casual conversation considering they have a pantless, drugged and unconsious man in their bed. The two are continuing to chat away while the TV drones on and I almost missed it - Yoli, having been sitting there playing with my dick and balls for several minutes suddenly leans forward and takes it into her mouth. She gives it a good taste and suck and then lets it drop out of her mouth and resumes the fondling. [And I am thinking Oh My God! It's both incredibly hot and appalling at the same time.] Bania is standing in the background doing something, completely not reacting to this. 20 seconds or so later Yoli does it again. She leans forward and sucks my dick right into her mouth. This time she really goes to works on it. It looks like it has the makings of a great blow job. I wish I had been awake to feel it. [And despite the incredible bizarreness of all this, as I see myself start to respond to this treatment in the video I begin stiffening into an erection sitting there watching it at the computer. It's fucking weird. Even for a guy like myself who has a history of some weird stuff.] After a minute or two, Yoli's mouth is having a positive effect on my dick (the unconscious one in the video). I can see that she has gotten me very close to a full erection. She pulls it out of her mouth and looks it over approvingly - I'm not sure whether she was satisfied with my dick or the results of her expert cocksucking. Whatever. Then she gets up from the bed and pulls off her panties. I am thinking that this girl is going to have sex with me. And yep, she climbs right up onto the bed, straddles my stomach, and reaches behind herself to grab hold of my penis. Yoli is trying to ease my dick into her pussy, her body undulating gently. I think it goes in a couple times, but doesn't stay in. I hear her yell rather loudly "Bania!" [Wow, she sure is certain I'm not going to wake up] Bania walks back in and after a few words she takes charge of holding my dick and trying to guide it into her roommate's vagina. It's kind of working... Then with one hand Bania pushes Yoli up, pulls my dick down with the other and takes it into her mouth. Just like that. Bania is finally giving me a fucking blow job. Interesting. [By this time I think I have started to grow accustomed to the weirdness and have begun to enjoy the erotic novelty of it.] It sure does look like Bania knows how to suck a dick. She is doing a bang-up job on mine. From the video my cock appears to be at maximum size and hardness. She takes it out of her mouth and says "OK." Bania holds my dick in place, guiding it until Yoli has fully taken it into her body. And having done so, Yoli lets out a little squeal of approval. And Bania does similarly, I swear making a similar sound of "Waaaaaa!" as she did when we first met! Yoli begins to ride me and enjoy the sex. Bania stands up, leans forward , reaches under Yoli's shirt and pulls it up to cup her breasts. As Yoli continues to pump up and down on me, I can clearly see her two nipples poking from between the fingers on Bania's hands. And it occurs to me as I watch, they didn't even bother to put a condom on me. There is a whole pack of them in my duffel, right next to a hidden video camera. Note to get tested. Bania walks away, leaving her roommate to enjoy her sexual assault on my body. Yoli for her part now seems to be having a wonderful time. She leans forward, puts her hands on my chest and gets into a steady rhythm with my cock. This goes on for about two minutes, peaking with an apparent climax for Yoli. And maybe for me, too. It's difficult to tell from the video, but my body jerked a couple times and I there was a grunt. Yoli sits there straddling me for another minute, allowing her breathing to return to normal, my cock still completely buried in her pussy. Then again she shouts "Bania!" and something else in Spanish. Dutifully, Bania appears with a small towel and as Yoli eases her body off of mine, there is clearly semen running out of her vagina and down my cock. Nice job, girls. Once off completely, Bania gives her roommate a nice cleanup with the towel and then finishes mopping me up. I'm still laying there with little signs of life except for the pulsating of my chest - now I think somewhat intensified from the vigorous sex/wet dream I was just subjected to. [At this point, I back up and replay Yoli's orgasm to watch it again. It is weird and disturbing and I am not understanding any part of it. At the same time it's also an amazing turn-on. I am feeling violated, but in a good way. Sort of.] This is where it should have ended. But this camera had another 90+ minutes of recording on it. Both girls leave my view. Perhaps they are in the bathroom cleaning up or having hot lesbian sex. But the video only shows me laying there on the bed and the sound of the TV. Then the guy walks into the room. Oh, I had nearly forgotten about him. He walks around the bed, either looking for something or just checking out the scene. He leaves the room. He walks back to the foot of the bed, grasps both my feet at the ankles and pulls me toward him. This is definitely a holy shit moment and one which instantly shrunk my dick as I watched in horror. The pit in my stomach was back as if I had been punched. The guy reaches into one of the pockets in his pants, pulls out something – a small tube - and holds it in his mouth while he opens his pants and drops them to the floor. He lifts each of my legs up, putting one of my feet over each of his shoulders. Then he takes the tube out of his mouth, opens it, squeezes something out into one hand and then works it around his own now-hardening dick. The pit in my stomach spreads to my throat. I'm about to get fucked. Where is Bania to stop this? Oh there she is. She comes in, followed by Yoli. Bania has the tray with some food and a small kitchen towel. She places the tray on the bed next to me, then she and Yoli each get comfortable on either side of me. All the while, the guy at the foot of the bed is clearly trying to ease his now hardened cock into my ass. Thank God at least he seems to be going slowly. He's not pushing hard, just letting the tip of his member press against my hole. [Watching the video, I realize I am unconsciously holding one hand protectively under my butt. Does it feel like I have been fucked? I had not felt anything particularly unusual, although the more I ponder it the more I think I feel some damaged aftermath down there. Have I taken a crap since then? Yeah, at a gas station during the drive home. Had not noticed anything unusual at the time. Wow, too much for my brain to process right now.] Why isn't Bania stopping this guy? Who is he to them? A gay neighbor? Yoli's boyfriend who also likes a little man-ass on the side? Why would she allow this - and appear to be so damned unphased by it all? I have known her now for a couple years - and while most of that was not in person I felt that we had established a deep and genuine bond. She's laying there on the bed munching on shrimp wraps and chatting to her roommate. Yoli, by the way, is now topless and for the first time I can see her tits which are quite nice. They are substantially bigger than Bania's, clearly natural, with medium sized, very dark areolas. It's a nice sight, but hard to fully enjoy while at the same time a guy is still trying to push his dick deeper into my ass. My rape seems to go on forever. Bania finishes eating and then I swear she takes out another fucking cigarette and lights it. The guy seems to have made progress with my ass because he is now into a stead in-and-out rhythm. Bania watches it passively and seemingly without emotion as she smokes. The guys rhythm starts to get faster and I get the sense that he is finally about to be finished with me. Also sensing that, Yoli leans forward and cradles my head gently under one arm. As the guy fucks me faster and faster, Yoli leans to my face and starts to kiss me on the mouth. She keeps kissing me - it looks like a deep and sensuous kiss. Bania watches both of them work on opposite ends of me. Finally, with Yoli's tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, the guy arches his back in climax and holds there a moment. Before he can pull his dick out of my ass, Bania pops out of bed and grabs the towel. Mop up is clearly her responsibility - or maybe she just fears for the cleanliness of her bedding. She slides the towel up and under as he pulls out. While the guy still holds my legs up in the air, she gives both his dick and my asshole a good cursory cleaning. And then, for the cherry on top of all this, she takes his dick into her mouth and gives it a couple of good slow sucks, looking up into his eyes. It all leaves me pretty much not knowing anything about anything. This girl I thought I knew. I had imagined us getting serious. Why would she do this to me? Intentionally and with forethought? It's just plain puzzling. I would not even have known that this had happened had I not also been a perv and had Bania's room wired for hidden video recording. I could take this to the police. But they would likely question me about the hidden cameras. They would want to see my gear, which would be dangerous. I will close this by saying that after another day away from the shock, I did go back and methodically check out all three of my camera feeds from that fateful evening. One of them crapped out mid-way through my ass rape, the other soldiered on for another hour or so, showing Bania carefully cleaning my ass with a damp washcloth and the three of them moving me into a less incriminating position on the bed before all of them leaving me there alone for the remainder of the video. I imagine them in the living room having a little post-rape orgy, but who knows what the fuck they were doing.