Where was she? It took a moment or two for her to even remember that she was a person, not just consciousness. But who? Seconds passed. Inside her head her thoughts slowly sharpened, then her mind began to function again. Yes! She was, she was... She was she. I'm me, she thought. I'm... here... But where? Everything was black. Voices! People...people... She was trying to remember something, but it was difficult, she was being pushed from behind, again and again, and she needed to be able to think. She was on her knees, her face being pushed into.. soft, a bed. Being pushed... If they could stop pushing her she could think. Why was she being pushed? Who was it?
Three things happened almost simultaneously. Firstly, as all her senses, all her reasoning, all her memories finally snapped back online, and her nervous system began sending in status reports, she remembered where she was, and she remembered why! Secondly, she finally understood that she wasn't being pushed from behind. She now felt the large cock filling her vagina, fully felt it, every vein and bump along its long, hard curve, as it moved in and out of her, and knew that she was being fucked. And thirdly, the hands pushing her shoulders down into the bed she was kneeling on, relaxed their downward pressure, and another hand grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up.
She was back now. Had she passed out? Or just been overwhelmed by that last, crashing orgasm? She wasn't sure, but she realised that throughout her... absence, the guy behind her had just carried on fucking her regardless.
She also realised that the guy who had pulled her head up was probably new to this, because he had grabbed the end of her hair, while an experienced dom would have grabbed it closer to the scalp.
And the same guy was now using his other hand to push her cheeks together, forcing her mouth into a O shape. She knew what was coming and opened her mouth a bit more, in case the guy was getting carried away with the moment and hit her teeth. And in any case, despite his clumsiness, she wanted to let his cock in her mouth. Whoever he was.
Sure enough he rammed it in quickly, causing her to gag on the first inward thrust. And in a second it was back again, with the same result. Maybe he knew what he was doing. Maybe he wanted to fuck her mouth hard. Or maybe he was just a guy who wasn't very subtle. Either way, and for all his possible technical shortcomings, his cock was thick and it stretched her mouth as it filled it. The hand holding her hair opened and instead cupped the back of her head and pushed it down onto the cock which was already banging into the back of her throat.
A moment later she heard the first, familiar, tell tale grunt from the man whose cock was in her mouth. And felt the first warning twitch and hardening of the cock as the first spasm passed through it. And suddenly, with an exclamation from the man, his load of hot sperm and semen spurted down her throat.
She gulped as fast as she could. She wished she could savour it slower, taste it. But she didn't have time. She had to get it down inside her as fast as she could. She suddenly thought... How many was that? How many men had cum in her mouth today? - assuming she hadn't been out for more than a few seconds...
She tried to recall, to differentiate between them. She could clearly remember four, including this one, but she had a sense that there had been more.
At that point, the guy fucking her pussy, who she had almost ignored, due to the massive cock in her mouth that was choking her, reached his climax too. Possibly triggered by the obvious fact that his colleague had just emptied himself down her throat.
The guy behind her came hard. His fingers dug into her buttocks and he let out a long, primal cry. As he finished, his fingers released her and his hand slapped her bum hard, "oh you fucking gorgeous bitch. You dirty fucking cow".
She was. She was both. She knew it now. These men all wanted her. Wanted to fuck her hard. And she wanted to let them all. How many cocks had been up her cunt? She was sure it was five. At least, but maybe some of those had finished off in her mouth.
He would tell her, when it was all over. And he would be proud of her. He would remove the blindfold and wipe away the mascara tracks that she knew were running down her face. Tears of pain and tears of bliss. He would have locked the door, so that it was just the two of them now and he would tell her that she was beautiful and the sexiest woman in the world. He would tell her how wonderful she was to let all those strangers fuck her for him.
And lying down on the same bed where so many men had just had her, spooning, while he stroked her hair and kissed her head and her cheek, and caressed her breast lightly, he would gently lift her top leg and slip into her still wet vagina and slowly, tenderly, with his leg now wrapped over hers, make love to her, because she had earned it.
And she would lie there, thinking about all the cocks that had been inside her that day, feeling the memory of each one, but craving none of them more than the one that was filling her now. |
