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My Favourite Fantasy

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I live with my dad, and don't have a boyfriend. No, this isn't some nasty story about me doing anything with my dad, (although sometimes that is a masturbatory fantasy of mine) This is purely what I think about when I want what I call a "nasty" cum.


The ropes burn my wrists and are far too tight, even for their purpose of restricting my movements. I stand on the stage and look out at the audience. There must be 500 people here, and, OMG! I know some of them, and work with others. Dear God...what WAS I thinking? HE approaches me from behind. I feel him place his hands on my shoulders and then he shows me the combat knife he is holding. He makes me kiss the blade. Next, I feel him slice my dress, and bra right down the back. A few more deft strokes with the knife and I am exposed with only my panties covering me. The audience murmurs their approval at my breasts. Two of my male colleagues shift a little in their seats.

 

 

Again, he holds the knife high in his hand and then slices the sides of my panties. They fall to the floor. I feel hands on my ankles urging me to spread my legs a little. Then I feel the cold steel of ankle cuffs around me. "The bitch is still covered!" he shouts to the audience. I don't know what he means, for I am totally naked. A young girl, perhaps only around 18 kneels in front of me and, dipping her hands into something I cannot see rubs gel into my pubic hair. (Oh, that's what he meant!) I feel the cold sting of a razor as she gently and expertly shaves me. Now I stand truly exposed to my audience. "Who shall it be?" He calls. Randomly, a single spotlight traces over the audience until, to my horror, it stops on one of my male colleagues. He smiles and leaves his place.

 

 

 

 

He climbs the stairs to the stage and approaches me. "Don't worry, Kate," he whispers "I will make this really enjoyable for you." He kisses my face, my neck my breasts and then I feel his hand trace down my tummy lingering for a while on my piercing, before he explores my vagina. He finds my clitoris expertly and begins to stimulate me. I wonder if he will fuck me in front of the audience. Actually, I don't wonder. I know he will. Despite my fear, I feel myself becoming aroused. I feel the wetness between my legs and all the time he is talking to me. "You are going to enjoy this, Kate. I know you haven't had sex in years." As he masturbates me, the girl who shaved me is stripping him and using her mouth to bring him to full hardness. Me moves behind me and I feel his cock between my thighs and then between my buttocks. His hands go to my hips. By now, I am almost aching to feel him inside me. I turn my head "Yes, Chris, fuck me now."

 

 

 

 

He does, but not in my vagina! I try to tell him I don't like it like this; that it is perverse, vulgar, but he doesn't stop. The audience roar as he penetrates me. I feel my vagina convulse and wetness streaks my thighs. Then I feel him stiffen inside me and jerk rhythmically. He is coming in my ass. (Usually at this point, I have masturbated myself to an orgasm so raunchy that I squirt. If I need more....) The audience applauds wildly at this perverse invasion of my body.

 

 

 

 

Then another man, one I do not know, approaches me. He must be 60 at least. I am utterly repulsed. He is already naked and hard. He takes me by having my ankles unfettered and pulling my legs up around his waist. For one so old, he is very big and uses his cock well. It doesn't take him long to cum in my vagina.

 

 

 

 

I am returned to the ankle cuffs. Sperm runs down my legs and then the young girl approaches me and again kneels before me. I hope she is going to clean me. Instead she leans forward and kisses my clit. I jerk in horror. I have no lesbian inclinations whatsoever. Having gone to an all girls Catholic school, there were many dykes and many girls who tried it on. I have a deep disgust at girl on girl sex. She kisses my clit and inserts a finger into me. Deep into me. She hooks it around and finds my G spot. Despite myself, I feel aroused. No, more than aroused. I feel an orgasm building. She inserts another finger, and another and another until she is almost fisting me. The pressure on my G spot and bladder are immense. I fight hard. Trying to hold the orgasm at bay. I will NOT cum to another girl. She smiles up at me and mouths one word. "Bitch" I watch as she reaches between her own legs with her left hand. When it comes back into my view, the middle finger is wet with her own juices. She reaches up. I feel my ass cheeks spread and the wet finger drives deep into my ass. The orgasm explodes from me and I cum into her waiting mouth. (In reality, by now I have had several orgasms and will either have squirted or wet myself.) This is something I do once every couple of months...when the need for dirty, raunchy sex becomes overwhelming. As I said, I have had fantasies regarding my dad too, they are just as raunchy and provide just as good of an orgasm when I use them.

 

 

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