Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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"I'm tied up, on our bed, my ass in the air."
She heard the ice cubes clink in his whiskey highball.
His low, gravelly voice. "Go on." She pictured the stubble on his chin, his dark eyes as he drank in the image of her on all fours.
"My ass quivers oh so gently in the cool air. And my pussy is wet, so fucking wet. I'm so horny, so horny for you, thinking about you in your dark suit coat and the top two buttons of your shirt undone so I can see just a glimpse of your chest."
There is a fan in the room. The drone of it harmonized with her soft words. She wondered if he can hear the need in her voice, the raw lust.
"I just want you to fuck me. But it's not you coming through the door. The voices are young. Some clean cut young boys, no doubt, college kids, with chiseled abs and rock hard cocks. I can hear them talking about me. Saying how fat my ass is, wondering if I have big juicy tits. Turn her over, one of them says. No, not yet, another responds, I want to get up in that ass."
Her heart is pumping so hard. Her cunt is engorged, so wet. She feels her voice catch as the longing wells up in her, the longing to be used.
"I'm nothing but a sex toy to them. And I want to see them, their hard cocks jutting out like stiff branches. I want to see them and so I turn my head and they say no. You can't do that. And then a blindfold is wrapped around my eyes and I can't see anything, only feel. And my body feels like an electric current. I almost think I'm going to pass out from the excitement welling up inside of me."
She could hear his breathing, a little heavier than before. Her tight black dress clung to her thighs and she could feel the wetness dripping down between them, onto the leather car seat.
"Go on. Did I tell you that you could stop?" It was a rumble, a rumble that turned her cunt on like a light switch.
"No Mr. Aragon, you didn't tell me to stop. I'm sorry."
The white noise of the night traffic washed over their parked car.
"I felt a rough hand on my ass, one then two, then maybe a half dozen. Caressing and kneading my flesh, they talked about my attributes, the good and the bad. My ass was too fat, my thighs where so thick they touched each other. I had a birthmark on my left thigh. I wasn't perfect, I was just good enough for them to use."
"I groaned as one of the boys cupped my mound, a feeling of completion filled me as I moved my pussy against his hand, a wanton slut. He began to slowly work his two middle fingers into my pussy and I grunted and threw my hips at his hand, wanting more inside, more fingers, all of their fingers in me, touching my most intimate, private places."
"Then I felt a smooth, pre-cum slicked cockhead pushing its way through my ample butt cheeks, seeking my asshole or pussy, I didn't know. I didn't care, as I was nothing by warm, wet holes for these hormone filled studs. I felt that I was becoming the thing I truly was, a fuck toy. I was there living, horny fleshlight, willing to squeeze their vivid manhoods until they creamed deep in my hot pussy."
She moved her hand over his smoothly pressed trousers and found the zipper, slowly opening up his fly until she could reach into the depths, through his silk boxers, and grasp hold of the tumescent manhood that had grown into a rod of steel as her soft voice caressed his ears.
He grunted in annoyance and swatted her hand away.
"Did I tell you that you could feel the pleasure of my cock? Keep talking, slut." He lit a cigarette, and inched the window down to blow the smoke out into the late fall night sky. His cock still jutted up and out of his fly, a massive hard-on leaking precum. She almost drooled as she put her hands back into her lap, pressing down on her engorged clit, her mouth a little red pouting O in the dark.
Their driver coughed, an almost imperceptible sound through the shaded glass divider, but enough to reminder her that she had an audience. Somehow that turned her on even more and she resisted the urge to snake her hand down between her thighs and plunge a few fingers into her unfolding flower.
"And then I heard the squirt of a bottle, and a drop of cold gel dripping down my tailbone and onto my tight asshole. The boys were moving around me, and I could hear pants being unzipped and clothes being flung to the floor. One shirt fell on my head, draping over the pillow my face was pressed into."
"And the hands were cupping my breasts, and this time hard cocks were brushing up against my shoulders and thighs as they positioned themselves around me to take their pleasure from me. I was their group fuck toy and the thought of it was so pleasurable to me I shivered, my breasts and ass quivering under their needy fingers and pulsating cocks."
"The boy had worked two fingers into my asshole, with lube now dripping down into the folds of my pussy, and I heard him grunt with lust and say fuck it, I need to be in this ass now. Then the explosive presence of his cock filled my ass as he eased his way into my rectum, grunting and groaning. I felt his cock throbbing like a heart, and his fingers gripping hard onto my fleshy thighs as he drove his manhood into my ass."