And if one erect phallus is a compliment, makes her feel attractive, feel desired, what does that say about two? Or twenty-two? For her, the excitement grows exponentially. The idea of a room full of men wanting her, craving her, who will do anything to feel their cocks slide into her mouth, or encircled by her hand, or pumping slippery between her breasts, or thrusting into her cunt, excites her almost beyond description. She wants all of it, all at once, over and over again.
It makes her feel beautiful. It makes her feel like a goddess. But not some pristine and untouchable virgin statue. No, the iconography here is darker. Something else awakens in her: the desire to be used. The goddess is a slut, a thing to be penetrated, and marked with cum. She wants to melt into oblivion, into nothingness, as the spurting cocks splash load after load onto her face and hair, into and all over her body, and especially into her mouth. No longer a person, she becomes a mere accessory whose sole purpose is to induce orgasmic, warm, white, jets, from an endless gathering of men.
She often watches videos that portray this now openly acknowledged desire that pulls at her thoughts. It's an undercurrent that can slip away with the routine tasks of daily living, only to suddenly bubble up again when she glances at any man on the street, or at the park or the grocery store, whom she might find attractive, wondering what it would be like, and would he mind, if she walked over to him and, with hardly a word, took his hands and pressed them to her breasts, her nipples hardening to his touch while she rubbed his crotch through his jeans, feeling his penis swelling, and straining to rise? Would it be alright if she took him to where no one (or hardly anyone) could see, so that she could unzip him, stroke his cock, watching it drip onto her hand, until it was time to drop to her knees, and slip him into her insatiable mouth? She would work him in and out, in and out, tasting his slight saltiness as it mixed with her saliva. Occasionally, she would slip him from her mouth, so that she could admire her work, see the phallus wet and shining, veins purplish, as it pulsated in her hand. She would see the gratitude in the man's eyes, and it would give her a sense of both love and power. She would return him to her mouth until she sensed he was near climax. Then she would pump the shaft furiously with one hand, and offer her now exposed breasts with the other, until the cock exploded with drenching shots of jizz on her face, and into her open mouth (tongue out, like a porn slut's), and on her breasts. Moments later, her own climax would wash over her, with the slightest touch of her clit by her own fingers.
