My name is Kylie and I'm going to share a secret with you. Don't try to understand me, just follow my sexy story.
I don't know why I'm like I am but it's me so just accept me. I know so many people will think I'm a perverted slut but that's just because what I do is so diametrically opposed to their view of what a woman should be like. Why should they tell me what I should be able to do?
Yesterday, you need to know about yesterday, it's when things changed. It was the day I'd been waiting for, and honestly, it was exactly as I wanted it to be. I controlled exactly how I was going to be taken and I was forced to do so many things that I could never do unless I was forced to do them.
So becoming 21 yesterday meant I came into my inheritance. Now I'm exactly the type of person as so many people dream about being - I'm a rich spoilt young horny woman. That means I'm self centred and as you'd expect I'm very fussy about how I want to be satisfied. Life is just too short to waste time on boring kissing and cuddling when I can just have a man force me to do lots of filthy dirty disgusting perverted acts. I've never swallowed that 'good girl' bullshit. Who's got a right to tell me how I should act?
When my PA, whose name is Helen, asked me how I wanted to celebrate turning 21 I passed her the sheet of paper that lay out my instructions. She found the two men that fitted my description and she contacted them, and got them to agree to what I wanted. I had already organised for my lawyer to draw a contract that would give me what I wanted and would make sure these men didn't suffer the indignity of any criminal charges for what they were about to do for me.
And for those of you reading this and thinking what a fat horrible bitch I must be to need to be like this, well, you're just completely wrong. Last time I walked the red carpet at the Oscars ceremony I was voted on their facebook page as the sexiest young woman who attended. What would you expect? I expected that, after all the designer dress of sheer silk showed a lot more than many others dared expose.
So many boring prudish women controlled by the sexually conservative media. Most commentators agreed that they could see my nipples clearly through the dress and all their arguments about whether I had shaved all my body hair made me laugh.
So many drooling men and women, so many offers of fun afterwards, but nothing too delightful to entice a pervert like me. Little do they know what kind of fun I'm really into those boring twisted inhibited people who don't like my free and easy attitude.
So what happened yesterday? Well it all started about 6am which was only a little earlier than I'd expected. I hadn't really slept all that well. Thinking about what was going to happen meant I'd fantasised and masturbated when I got into bed the night before, but I was too excited to go to sleep; even after I'd had the most mind blowing orgasm from imagining what was going to happen to me.
I had not been able to resist playing with myself. Once in bed I had brought my right hand between my legs and absently began to rub the soft slit of my already gushing pussy. Next I separated my pussy lips with my fingers, exploring my intimate parts.
I then reached under my pillow and grabbed my favourite vibrator called George. Using George I slid him down across my tummy until I found my pussy's entrance, and then I gently pushed him deep inside me. Certainly I had not been expecting to feel him slide in so easily but given how moist I was I guess I found my pussy like a gaping hole that night. I began to roughly spear myself using George; to drive him deep inside my pussy.
There was no pain, and my juicy pussy meant George found no distinct level of resistance and tightness. I brought the finger of my left hand to my clit, and began to gently rub around it. If you're a woman you'll know I began to feel that familiar warmth deep in my belly, and the muscles of my pussy began throbbing rhythmically.
I couldn't stop myself, so I circled my finger directly around my taunt clit, and released a soft gasp at the satisfying feeling it produced. My pussy began throbbing more insistently, clenching at George with lustful passion, and because I was so horny I quickly felt my orgasm fill my mind as George vibrated inside my pussy while I strummed my clit with my finger. It was satisfying but a part of me craved to be filled with something else. Something silky smooth and hard, that's what I want inside me, spurting and pulsating into me.
So at about 6am when I was in that half sleep and half awake state, I heard the window opening. I knew something was happening so I opened my eyes and saw the first man coming through my open window. I watched him turn to someone who was obviously behind him. Later I was to discover that this first man's name was Doug.
Doug looked like he'd spent most of his waking life in a gym. He glowed fit and healthy. Wow, he must be in his early 30s; what a hunk! His short blond hair had me already transfixed was lustful anticipation.
"Come on Steve, don't take all bloody day mate, this isn't a game. Get in here quickly and help me tie her up," I heard Doug say to the man behind him.
"Come over here and grab her, and hold her down," I heard Doug say to Steve."
"Why are you guys here?" I stupidly asked.
Doug cocked his head towards me and lifted an eyebrow in the mode of a facial query that reflected back the absurdity of my question.
"Like you don't know hottie. We're here to have lots of fun with you," Doug laughed.
I looked around wildly and thought about whether I could make it out the door before they could grab me.
"Kylie, don't you dare move or you'll just make it worse for yourself," said Doug.
"How do you know my name," I asked.
"Another silly question, Kylie please no more questions," instructed Doug.
Then he gestured by making a fist and hitting his fist into his hand. It was such a hard smack as his fist smashed into his hand.
"Remember if you don't do as I tell you, you're going to regret it," threatened Doug.
I thought to myself, the last thing I want is his fist landing somewhere on my body. I didn't like pain and the thought of being hit was enough to make me as compliant as they wanted.
"Okay, I'll do as you ask, just be nice and don't hurt me," I pleaded.
Doug moved towards the end of my bed. I lay there just watching them take control of me and my bedroom.
"Get on her now," Doug yelled at Steve.
And while I was thinking about all that was taking place, I was too slow to react. They were both close to my bed. And, before I knew what was happening Steve was on top of my chest.
Steve grabbed my arms as he sat on my chest and held them down on my bed. I was pinned to the bed. I looked up into Steve's face. Steve looked so much like my gorgeous hot first boyfriend Mike (it made me swoon just thinking about what a dishy looking guy Steve was).
As Steve held me down by my arms, I felt Doug grab hold of my legs. Then Doug used his right leg to hold down my legs. Then I felt Doug quickly grab hold of my panties, and before I knew what was happening he had them down around my ankles. It was all done in an instant. I felt my whole body burning in humiliation that these two men could see my naked pussy.
"You smell good enough to eat," Steve muttered softly, planting a kiss on my neck.
My heart pounded in anticipation; to his sudden close proximity, and I found that the cool, masculine scent of Steve as he sat on my chest was making me very aroused.
Steve scent was like a magical sexual potion, drugging me into a dark sexual arousal. I tried to pull away from him but I couldn't get my arms free. I was so out-of-control I wanted to wrap my arms tightly around my body, to protect myself from my burning desire for Steve's body.
Steve then started stroking my breasts through my nightdress. As if I'd been shocked by his caress, I tried to jerk away from his touch, or to turn my body away from him, but the strain of his weight burned on my chest and I couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction, even if I tried really hard.
I was then horrified beyond description to feel my nipples respond to the Steve's unceremoniously erotic fondling. I was shocked at myself, and torn when Steve smiled as he noticed my nipples harden with his teasing touch.
"She loves me caressing her boobs, I can feel her nipples, they're hard as rocks cause she horny already," said Steve to Doug.
Steve continued to massage my breasts, only my mind objected but my body was on fire with lust. By now both my nipples had hardened, and it felt as if they were burning up as they were waiting for Steve to tease them more.
Steve let his hand roam over my flesh and massaged the full area of the flesh of my breasts with both his hands. It was an absolute relief and delight when Steve finally used his hot mouth to close over one of my nipples.
I groaned and arched my back as his lips sucked and his tongue flicked across my nipples. Steve began to make exaggerated moaning sounds and I knew he was teasing me about my lustful response to his sucking.
Then when Steve stopped touching my breasts abruptly I was furious. I knew he would be able to feel my body unwillingly writhing in eager anticipating of more sensual stimulation. I was so horny for more of Steve.
I was also furious with myself for allowing Steve to know just how much I was enjoying being molested by him. I know I should have been repulsed, but my body betrayed my desire for Steve's continued fondling of my breasts.
Realistically my lust for more was just an instinctual reaction to my not so hidden desire to be taken forcibly by these two gorgeous men. I knew that Doug had been watching Steve have fun with my breasts. It was now that Doug decided to begin to have some fun with my body, so he slid his hands up the inside of my left leg towards my pussy.