Date Night

How do you describe the act of being face fucked? It's more than just opening your mouth and being on the receiving end of rough, phallic penetration. My mouth takes the place of my pussy for this man, to be sure. I'd imagine him wrapping the same hands that currently grip my hair around my hips, pulling my pussy back onto his cock just as he'd thrust it forward into me. Only now that was happening with my mouth. The bruises I'd develop around my labia and hips would be borne by my lips, my tongue, and hopefully my throat.

Unlike any other blowjob, a face fuck relieves me of any power. He'll help himself to what he needs. He'll thrust as hard as he wants. As deep as he wants. He'll hold it there as long as he wants, until my eyes water and bulge, until my face turns red and I push against his hips to be released and breathe...or until I pass out. This first man-- I don't know his name but my brain won't let me call him anything but Mister Coffee now. He seemed pretty at home with my hair firmly in his grip, telling me he was going to enjoy making my makeup run tonight. I smiled as much as someone with a mouthful of cock can, a smile that plainly reached my eyes, if his own grin was any indication.

In that moment, I noticed how much the scene centered on me being the submissive. Sir giving me instructions. Me, on my knees and my mouth open, my hair just a harness in this moment to help Mister Coffee fuck my throat. And there were still 10 other men waiting with their cocks hanging out. Waiting....for me. To touch me, to fuck me, to hear me moan and scream in pleasure as I enjoyed all the delights their bodies and minds had to offer. To make my ass their cum dumpster tonight.

Yes, this gang bang adventure was a thrill but there was something else. My one pussy and mouth versus 12 cocks...one woman and twelve men and I would leave here tonight with a little bit of each of them inside me. At the end of the night, I would feel deliciously used and exhausted and imagine the pools of cum I carried inside but I would also carry the accomplishment that I took it all. That once one man was spent, my body would be ready for someone else to take his place and to me, that is not submission. That is domination. At the end of the night, I will have conquered all 12 of them and with that thought, the thrill in my core grew.

I wonder if that thrill called to them in some way. Only a few seconds after my contemplations of conquest passed when a pair of hands gripped my hips, splitting my attention. Thanks to Mr. Coffee, I couldn't turn my head to see who was presently lining their cock up to my pussy. I was no stranger to double penetration but thanks to the unyielding silicone currently occupying my asshole, the sensations all over my body were being amplified. Everything, the pain in my scalp, the thrusts against my face, it all felt more intense.

This was it. The beginning.

I looked up at Mister Coffee and saw his gaze following whatever was happening behind me. He counseled the New Guy on how to slide into me, telling him to go slowly, to keep a thumb against the plug...otherwise he might force it out.

The instructions only served to paint a picture: two men manipulating their own pleasure from an object that had presented itself, namely me. A pretty little thing, bent at the waist, mouth eager and pussy even more so. Feeling the man's head poised at my entrance, the tension inside me only multiplied with the anticipation. Pressure pounded the walls of a hole aching to be pounded, railed, and filled. An action I was looking, hoping to have repeated by every man in this room tonight.

Pound me.

Rail me.

Fill me.

Next.

I moaned against the cock in my mouth and I attempted to slide myself onto the cock behind me. For a brief moment, that familiar spread of tender flesh began as his cock slowly nestled between my folds but it was pulled away and playful slap found my ass instead.

"Lets not get greedy, baby girl," a deep voice admonished. "If we go too quick and this pops out, we might have to wait until you squeeze it back into that pretty ass to keep this party moving."

Fair point.

A smooth, dark skinned hand settled on top of mine, and the weight of a hard, muscular torso rested on my back. His voice directly in my ear surprised me, warm breath brushing the tiniest hairs of my neck and ear sending ripples of raised flesh along my arm, evident to all three of us in the closeness of that intimate moment.

"But maybe that's what you want, baby girl. Maybe you want that plug to fall out so there will be an extra hole for us to fuck. You don't just want us to cum in your ass. You want to feel your body's tight little opening getting pushed into."

At that moment, he pushed his hips forward. He didn't penetrate me but he did push the tunnel deeper. Another thrust. Still no penetration but the image was building in my mind that this is what he'd be doing to my ass if there wasn't a plug in it. He wouldn't be gentle.

"Is that what you want? You think you could take my thick dick in your tight ass, baby girl?"

And just at that moment, he pushed off, his weight disappearing.

Instead I felt a very heavy and hard slap against my pussy. I jumped as it made contact with a very engorged clit but I had no where to go. The men around me seemed to enjoy that. Another slap and another and I realized it was the same rhythm of the thrusts against my ass. He was swinging his cock between my legs and letting it slap my pussy on the upswing.

"Is that what you want?" The deep voice questioned.

I looked up at Mr. Coffee who narrowed his eyes just before pulling out his cock.

I took a deep breath and whispered, "Yes."

Another slap to my clit.

Mr. Coffee looked down with a grin. "I don't think he heard you. Louder."

SLAP!

I yelped. "Yes!" I said, sterner and louder than before.

SLAP!

"That does not sound like a cock hungry cum-slut to me, does it, gentlemen? Kitten, I'm afraid you're going to have to do better than that. Beg for it. These men are doing you a huge favor."

Sir's voice joining in was the permission I needed to finally submit. To slip into the savage, sex-starved, craven slut that is worthy of a gang bang of this magnitude. I smiled and waited for the next slap, arching my back to make the swing struck its target true.

SLAP!

I yelped, a bit more dramatic than before and then squealed in delight.

"Yes, yes, YES!" I started enthusiastically. "But no! It's not what I want, it's what I need. I'm cock hungry. I'm cock starving and I need that cock in my pussy now."

Voices thrummed with approval. Mr. Coffee nodded his own and then pointed back at his cock with an unspoken, back-to-work command which I obliged. Then a deep voice acknowledged my plea.

"Say less, baby girl."

Pressure, first against the plug and then against entrance of my pussy. Feeling the slow, arduous but delicious stretch that always accompanied the initial penetration resulted in a moan that was partly pleasure and pain; a moan that was interrupted every time Coffee's cock reached the back of my throat. I don't know if New Guy was going slow to help keep the plug in or if he wanted to give me time to adjust to his size. What I did hear from him was confirming to the rest of the room that they'd need to keep one hand on the plug to fuck me... and then kindly added how tight I felt.

I smiled at that and his gentleness with me. That is until the smooth dark espresso skin of his hand appeared to my left, seizing my shoulder. At that moment all gentleness was abandoned. His cock easily connected with my cervix without mercy, thrusting forward as the cock in my mouth renewed its own invasion. Neither of them held back.

It wasn't pain, at least not a pain I minded. But fuck, I'd never felt so full before.

Mister Coffee's grip refocused and so did my attention. My gaze traveled down from his devilish smile to his body, crossing over his muscular torso and chiseled pecs, smooth abdomen and somehow even smoother pelvic area. No hair to tickle my face when the head of his cock approached the back of my throat. No stubble. Just smooth, clear skin that smelled slightly of sweat and just a hint of a musky body wash that lingered but wasn't overpowering. Odd that in this moment I'd notice how clean he smelled but, in reality, it allowed me to focus on everything else. Anything else. It allowed me to lose myself in every sensation and sound, which is what I wanted to to remember from tonight.

"You do look gorgeous with a cock in your mouth...open wide." Mr. Coffee instructed.

I did and he withdrew his cock. The moans that had been suppressed by a full mouth were at last loud and clear.

"Stick out your tongue," he commanded.

I didn't hesitate to present it to him.

He smiled as he aligned the shaft with my tongue, slapping it down on my tongue and lips several times.

"How's your gag reflex?" He teased.

"She doesn't have one," I heard Sir respond from somewhere in the auditorium.

This earned a number of laughs from the men who seemed to take that as a challenge, not least of all the one standing in front of me presently.

"Really? I'd love to see for myself....keep your tongue out."

His thrust his hips slowly, his dick searching for the back of my throat. Before he found it, I took a deep breath, as much as I could being so aggressively filled at both ends. I relaxed the back of my tongue and felt the familiar sting as his cock pressed farther back, past my molars and tonsils. I couldn't breathe and he held himself there to test me. I looked into his eyes and saw the challenge: how much do you want to be used.

The lack of oxygen and the sensation of balls hitting my clit at a rapid pace was a delicious combination. In a carnal delirium, I made a mental note to ask Sir about the possibility of fucking my throat until I passed out and how he would feel about continuing to fuck me until I regained consciousness.

Black dots peppered my vision.

A hand grazed my left breast through the dress I still wore. My eyes, beginning to water from the deprivation of air, darted to my left and absorbed the visage of a man seated and stroking himself as he watched the others take what they wanted.

Coffee pulled himself out of my throat and released my head, giving it a condescending pat. He smiled as I gasped for breath and admitted he was impressed. I think I'd impressed myself too. My head swam a little from the battle of wills but not enough that could ignore the tenderness of my swollen lips. And I knew my lipstick was a mess, if the stains at the base of his shaft were any sign. I wondered if I had him close to losing control at that moment. I smiled back at him, confident he had taken himself to the edge and had to be the one to pull back.

But now that my mouth was free, the man pounding me from behind braced me against the seat, adding a burst of force and speed to his penetration. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room, mingled with the encouragement of the men still watching and waiting their turn. The hand on my breast travelled down my stomach, reaching between my legs and immediately finding my clit with ease. He stroked the sensitive nub with pressure and speed that matched the penetration perfectly. I could feel the pressure building just below my stomach and I chased it, pushing my hips back on every thrust I was given.

I wanted to explode on this stranger's cock so badly I practically clawed my dress down and away from my breasts, reaching up to play with my own nipples. The familiar tension and heat grew, spreading to the walls of my cunt and I knew I was on the edge of what hopefully would be the first of many orgasms.

Then the fucking slowed and stopped all-together. The man, surprisingly winded for someone with his physique, leaned his body into mine and then slowly withdrew himself. Though suitor number three still rubbed my clit without skipping a beat, the intensity that was quickly bringing me to climax ebbed with excruciating frustration.

"Wooo, not gonna lie, that one almost got me," Number 2 announced with a chuckle to the room.

I practically growled in response to his nonchalant attitude and ability to just step away from me. I looked to the man seated next to me, the one still sliding the tip of his finger over and around my clit. My eyes traveled from his face down to the hand that was still stroking his cock. I salivated at the way it curved towards his stomach, veins popping and aggressive all the way up to the large head, sitting pretty all shiny and smooth. It wasn't as long as the guy who had just been fucking me but I knew the thickness would more than make up for that.

"You want this inside you, don't you?" He smirked.

Cocky bastard.

I watched as his hand slid up the base of his cock towards the tip, gripping the shaft tightly just under the head, squeezing it in my direction. A ravenous feeling radiated through my belly as beads of precum emerged from his head. I nodded enthusiastically, licking my lips.

Fuck, I was just calling him a cocky bastard and now all I want is to slide my pussy onto his dick like the cock-sleeve my body is.

I can hardly believe the way I'm talking to myself. Did I really just say that? I've never been this self-deprecating for anyone or anything other than Sir but here I am, eager to be nothing yet feel everything.

"Then bring that pretty pussy over here. Climb on and ride," he ordered, just as he moved the armrest up and away, clearing the way for me to slide over. I felt myself chomping at the bit to mount him.

I smiled, placing my hands on his shoulders and straddling his hips to poise my slit right at the tip of his cock. I looked down, wanting to watch my lips slowly spread around his girth. Before I could start my descent, he reached for the dress around my waist and removed it over my head. It left me absolutely naked with the exception of my heels and the plug still snug in my ass. I watched him toss the fabric to the side and his hands returned to my body, gripping my hips and pulling me down with an urgency I deeply appreciated. My pussy molded to his thickness and as I'd hoped, I felt the tip of his cock graze my g-spot as I dropped my hips lower and lower. I squeezed my thighs around him and started to grind slowly-- but he wasn't interested in taking it slow.

His hips flexed and his cock hit deep and I yelped in both surprise and pleasure. He pulled back and repeated the action in rapid succession, his hands holding me in place, the yelps turning into moans that were punctuated with the slap of his thighs against my ass. He repeated the penetration with equal forced each time. My grip on his shoulders tightened as I wasn't expecting him to start with such intensity. The thickness was something I was still getting used to but that wasn't his concern. He seemed more interested in the tremor that shook my breasts with every thrust.

I had almost gotten his rhythm. I was thinking I'd match it and grind on him to ride him properly.

Instead a hand came to my face, a hand I had never seen before. I had only a second to look up at his face before that same hand snaked around to the back of my head, pulling me forward to meet a pale but large erection that needed my attention.

No words. No instructions. Just the expectation that a cock had presented itself and that should be enough for me to know what comes next.

I leaned forward, opening my mouth to take the third cock of the night in my mouth when number three took my nipple in his mouth. I abandoned my plan to ride him, instead letting him continue the piston action of thrusting into me so I could attend to the cock in my mouth. This one was uncut and shorter, but also felt harder than any of the cocks that I'd tested two far that night. I wanted to deep throat it, but I couldn't manage it from the position I was in. If he had been laying down and I had straddled his face--

Just as I was I contemplating how I could reposition my current blow job, a hand patted my ass and I heard a deep voice say, "My turn."

The man below me, who had already moved to nibbling and biting my second nipple, detached from the attention he paid my breasts long enough to say, "Be my guest."

Between the both of them, they lifted my hips until my pussy was completely free and then the man behind me slid inside. No banter, no conversation. Just the familiar thrusting of a man fucking a woman like a bitch in heat with the addition of my face being fucked and my tits being toyed with, a hand in my hair, hands on my hips and ass, and a hand on my breasts. Trying to focus on any one of them was impossible because my attention was immediately pulled to a different sensation. My awareness jumped around like a Jack Russell, running from my face to my scalp, my pussy to my nipples. I didn't sit with any feeling for too long. It would be like going to an all-you-can-eat buffet and only getting one kind of meat again and again.

So when the fifth guy pulled out, I wasn't surprised. I thought a new man would take his place. No, the guy below my drove his cock inside me again...but just once and then pulled out himself. Then the fifth guy came back and did the same, just one thrust and pulled back out. I couldn't see them but they laughed as they took turns, the fifth guy commenting on how the pink was so pretty when it gaped the way it did.

Number three started fucking me again, and this time he didn't stop. I joined the renewed effort, bouncing on him with the two of us meeting with such force that I felt the orgasmic tension that escaped me before returning with a vengeance. And with the curve of his cock giving me that additional stimulation, I knew it wouldn't be long before I soaked his crotch, the seat, and the floor beneath them both.

He continued pinching my nipples and playing with my breasts, cupping them and pressing them together, smiling at the sight of them from his perspective.

"If I could fuck these tits..." She barely heard the words over the sound of her own slurping sounds.

I was lost in the intensity of everything I was being given in that moment. My eyes closed, the edge of my control coming up on me very quickly. I gripped his forearm, digging my nails into his skin and my pussy began to contract.

"Fuck yeah. You really are a little fuck toy, aren't you? I can feel that pussy getting tighter. Ride my cock, fuck toy."

Being called a fuck toy is the cherry on top for me. Pulled back with such force, that the man holding my head had no choice but to release me. I toppled over the edge of that climax with a suddenness and intensity foreign to me and the explosion that followed was more than I anticipated. My screams and moans mingled with the sound of my wetness being invaded repeatedly and aggressively were plain to anyone within earshot. If not for the fabric of the seat, they likely would have heard my orgasm dripping off his balls and splashing onto the floor.

"Well fuck me, she's a squirter too." He released my hip and breast, and nudged me back to watch my climax flow.

"God damn, looks like you made me the mess instead." I leaned back and finally looked down at his body. He wasn't wrong and I wasn't sorry for it. He noticed the smile on my face and added, "Under different circumstances, I'd make you lick every drop off me, the chair, and the floor."

A blush reached my cheek. Not just because I'd cum harder than I'd ever cum in my life but I felt my pussy pulse at the idea of being so degraded. He watched the humiliation paint my face and laughed. I didn't think it was possible, but I felt my face blush harder.

Someone in the room said I should be laid on my back.

Before I could register what was happening, the man I was sitting on circled his arm around my waist and used the other hand to grip my thigh to his body. I then marveled as he held me close and stood up without so much as a grunt or heavy exhale while additional armrests were cleared.