We currently have stories with more being added every day

A Fantasy I often Enjoy

Posted by: Age: Old enough Posted on: 3 comments
4 likes 717 views Category: Masturbation Female-Male Tags: Fantasy, used, fingered,
A fantasy I often enjoy. Written in real time. I am masturbating as I write.

In the darkness I hear water dropping and hitting the floor with an echoey splash. I can see nothing, and the place smells of damp. I strain to see, to catch any glimmer of light, but there is nothing. As I become more alert. I feel the rope that binds my wrists behind my back. It is a thick, rough cord that chafes the skin and I know if I attempt to break it, I will bleed. I'm cold, but that is no wonder since I am only wearing my bra and panties. A footstep. An unmistakable footstep heavy and purposeful. A gruff voice says "She's here". Says to whom? There must be others? I feel hands on my ankles spreading my legs wide and more of that rough rope tying me. Vulnerable, with only the thin cotton of my panties protecting me from.....from what....I don't know. I feel rough, calloused hands tracing up my legs. I try to close my knees, but a sharp slap across my face convinces me that there could be worse to come if I resist. I feel pressure between my legs, and despite myself, my clit hardens and I begin to get wet. I still see nothing, but I can hear others, more heavy boots moving in my direction, close, close enough for,one or two to be touching me, I strain to hear, and all around me comes the sound of breathing. A hand touches my tummy and works it's way up to my tits, a savage tug rips my bra from my body and my nipples harden, and not just because of the cold air. Another hand finds my other tit and squeezes it hard....no finesse....to tenderness.....a jolt of pain shoots through me as he squeezes my nipple. Meanwhile, someone else has worked his finger under the elastic of my panties and I feel a rough, thick finger running up and down my slit, before, with exquisite pleasure, he plunges it deep inside me. It is so thick, so rough, I almost wet myself. Meanwhile, I hear grunting and the air is heavy with the scent of cock. Those that aren't touching me are masturbating, I feel a finger on my anus. God, I'm wet. So wet it's running down the crack of my arse. I feel pressure and his finger pushes past the puckered skin of my arse and deep inside my secret place. I am being vaginally and anally finger-fucked while my small tits are being teased and kneeled. Part of me resents this assault, this rape, but part of me is flaming with desire. These men need me more than I need them. I feel, deep in my gut, the rising storm of my orgasm. That's when I feel the cock at my mouth. I open, and swallow it greedily. I want these men, I want them inside me, violating me, using me, but all I have is their fingers and this clock in my mouth. The finger in my cunt is savage, he has no idea where my g-spot is, but finds it purely by accident. He is so rough that I piss on his finger. His accomplice, meanwhile, is knuckle,deep in my arse. That's when it happens. With a deep, primal groan, an orgasm wells up from within me like a tidal wave, and sweeps consciousness from me. My last memory is the cock in my mouth spurting down my throat. Is it hours or days later when I awake? I am sore, used and bruised. Outside, the dark night rolls,on toward the dawn of a new day,

Comments

3 comments -

You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. Please login or signup (free).

Other Stories You May Enjoy



Recommended For You