I was beginning to wonder if I was going down the rabbit hole too fast. In less than 24 hours, I had eaten a woman, a first, had been eaten by two, a double first and been fucked by a man I had just met, another first.
Now, I was sitting in a car with a strange woman, wearing a borrowed dress with a box full of sex toys on the back seat, about to get a plug inserted into my virgin ass.
Were fantasies supposed to be made into real life?
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"You are very quiet." Cat's voice broke through my reverie.
"Just thinking."
"Everything ok?"
I had a decision to make, be honest with Cat and tell her or hope my concerns went away. There was no point in lying, if my concerns didn't go away it would be obvious and if they were going to, she was the best person to talk to about it.
"I was thinking about our conversation this morning."
"Oh this is not good." Cat pulled into the side of the road. "Okay, talk."
"I meant what I said this morning. This, you, Doug, what happened this morning, are my fantasy come true. I didn't think it would ever happen. But should fantasies come true?"
"Do you want them to?"
"Oh yes, I already feel more alive in just the past day, than I have ever felt before."
"So what is the problem, cause it's obvious there is one."
I thought hard, trying to find a way to sort out my own thoughts so I could express them. And suddenly it came to me what the core issue was.
"Cat, look at you, you are beautiful, sophisticated, unafraid. You see what you want and you go and get it. You are intelligent, worldly, experienced. How could I possibly hope to hold your attention let alone hold yours and Doug's. I don't want to get used to this and then have the rug pulled out from underneath when you get bored. So maybe it's better not to start."
Cat laughed. I had just poured out my thoughts and she laughed.
"Come here you silly girl." She pulled me to her, and hugged me.
"I am going to drive home, we are going to sit down and talk about this, but for now, please believe me you are far from boring."
Twenty minutes later sitting in the living room she asked me to tell her one of my fantasies.
"I don't see the point in that!" was my tart reply.
"Just humour me."
I told her the one about the sex swing. I had seen one on a porn site and it had really got to me. I had gone to sleep many nights, perfecting the fantasy, changing it around. I closed my eyes and began to describe.
"I am tied and suspended in a swing, it is a large room. I am blindfolded and surrounded by people, I have a cock in each hand, I have to jerk them until they cum, til I can feel them spurt over my arms and tits. I have another in my pussy and yet another in my mouth balls hitting my eyes, each of them fucking me hard. They don't know me and I don't know them, they are using me just for their pleasure."
"A bell sounds and they move around, new cocks stretching and pounding me, new cocks in my hands and now a pussy on my face, if I stop the rhythm of my licking, my tits are slapped." My voice was a whisper, recounting the images from my imagination was making them so vivid. My clit was throbbing.
"The bell sounds again and they move, now I am being eaten I think by a woman, my hands are sliding in and out of warm cunts, their juices running down my arms, while I feast on another. I can feel hands on my tits, hands on my clit, splashes of cum hitting my stomach. I am used over and over again, anonymously, hard, til I am caked in cum, it is dripping from my stomach and cunt. My stomach is full from all I have swallowed."
My breathing was ragged, the fantasy so real to me, I could feel the ridges on the cocks and the churning in my stomach from the mix of so many loads.
"Do you want that?" her voice was a whisper next to me.
"Yes."
"We can make it happen. A few phone calls and we can have all those cocks and pussy's here, ready and eager to fuck you just like that."
"Oh god."
"And that my little fuck slut is why we want you and are not getting bored anytime soon. We want to live out your fantasies with you, give you all that you want, down to the last drop." Her hand was on my stomach.
"Oh god!"
Taking my hand, she put it on her pussy. "See what you have done." She was soaking wet. "Just imagining using you like that is such a fucking turn on. I think you should take care of it don't you?" Her hand on the back of my head pushed me to her glorious pussy. The smell was intoxicating and the taste divine.
"I have something she caused too."
I only heard Doug, her hand was not letting me move from her pussy.
"You were listening?"
"Yes, I came in when she was having her tits slapped." I could hear the rasp of his zip and then my knees were swung up onto the couch and his cock was pushing into my dripping pussy. There was no pause to let me get used to his size, no pleasantries, he slammed in, balls deep. As yesterday, he was pushing me further into her heavenly folds. The combination was too much and I came, no slow build up, just kerpow, I gripped his cock tightly and sucked her pussy.
"I bet his cock feels better than any fantasy one, doesn't it slut?" I nodded pulling her clit up and down with my mouth.
She came in a rush, showering my face. I licked like my life depended on it, her taste was addictive. But she pushed my face away and got off the couch. I collapsed under the onslaught in my pussy and then it happened. He slapped my ass. Not a playful slap, not one just to get my attention, it was hard and stinging. "Stay up you nasty slut."
Oh god, I had barely finished one orgasm when another was rolling in. He could feel it on his cock. "Nasty fucking slut does like it rough." He slapped me again, the sting of the slap radiated out, heating my ass. My back was arched, head flung back, my tits swinging, trying to escape the dress as he continued to ram his cock into me. I had to brace myself against the arm of the couch to stay in place.
"Turn around and suck my cock slut. Come on, move it." Another stinging slap.
