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...large palm splayed out on your abdomen while he slowly fucks into you, chuckling every time you whine. Pressing down just a little as he coos about how full you must be...

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For dayssss now i’ve had a fantasy where i’ve got a woman i love and trust more than anyone in the world…. and one day she opens me up for free use to dozens of people. lovingly she prepares me, and after weeks with her trying new toys of all sizes and means on my tight butch boypussy, she lays me on a short table, hands delicate and all-knowing as they trace my curves and veins and tighten the constraints on my wrists, as they adjust the spreader bar that keeps me wide open and vulnerable. i’m terrified and already slick with fear as she drags her finger between my pussy lips and sighs such a sweet, proud, dreamy sigh, as she tells me in her firm, quiet voice how amazing it is that i’m already slick for the others. she tells me she’s going to make sure they take excellent care of me, as i’m hers and she will be watching over every little flick of the finger, every penetrative thrust and moan. she isn’t lying to me; i watch as she turns away people who she knows would remind me of horrible nights. she is the one i trust, and she knows far better than to strip me of that belief. she plays with my hair and holds my hands, cuffed helplessly above my head so no matter how overstimulated i don’t move to stop the guests from their pleasure. present and waiting, they eye me curiously, hungrily, and my woman keeps her fingers in my hair. before i know it i’m gasping as the first tip brushes against me, and as each strap, gock, and finger penetrates my ravenous pussy, dripping cum and slick all over my cunt and ass, as each vibrator or finger or grinding member slides against my extremely sensitive, swollen cunt, she watches. she pulls my hair when i misbehave and when she’s not thinking of my pain but of my tight wet pussy and the way she knows it must be clenching around that guest’s cock. i whine, i whimper, i cry, i howl, i scream, i plead, i beg: for more, for less, to stop, to be set free, to be given every inch, and i whine nearly unintelligible cries of gratitude for being able to take every inch. my eyes roll into the back of my head with each thrust until i no longer have the strength to focus my gaze on the person using me for even a second. my mouth is open and gaping, my jaw limp, as each sigh and gasp and groan and moan and cry escapes my throat. i feel fingers on my neck and over and in my mouth. i feel every fucking thrust and i beg for more. i need everything inside of me at once. i need to be fucked until i’m laying in le petite morte, passed out soaked and still fuckable, still useable. my woman keeps the line going and praises my loudness as more guests gather to watch and join. my legs are shaking so violently a few guests laugh in surprise. she smiles, i smile before i’m too weak to raise my head, and the bar keeps me open. i’m spread, weak, vulnerable, horrified and scared beyond imagination… but my woman keeps her hand on my shoulder, her fingers in my hair, her breath and hushed praise in my ear…. and i take every strap, every tease, like the good submissive butch slut i am.

cis men dni, please.

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TW: Degradation & Humiliation, Breeding Kink, CNC, Overstimulation, Choking / Breath Control, Ownership, Possession, Objectification, Crying, Slapping, Hair Pulling,

“I want you on your knees for me.”

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushed deep with heat, but you drop fast. Of course you do. It’s what you’re good at.

You sink to the floor, trembling, thighs already pressed together like you’re trying to hold back the ache. You look up at me through your lashes—so sweet, so obedient, like you want to be ruined.

“Pathetic little thing,” I sneer, stepping in close, the bulge of the strap brushing your cheek. “You’re drooling already. Just the sight of it’s got you soaked, hasn’t it?”

“That’s my good girl.”

I grip your hair and yank your head back, making you gasp. I press the strap against your mouth, dragging it across your lips.

“You gonna suck it like the dumb little fucktoy you are?”

You open for me, lips stretching around the thick silicone, eyes glassy with need. I fuck your mouth slow at first, just enough to tease—then I shove deeper, harder, using your throat like it belongs to me.

“Take it,” I growl, hips snapping. “Fucking take it. I want drool all over you. I want you choking on it.”

I pull out with a wet pop, a string of spit still connecting you to the strap. You’re panting, eyes watering, but you don’t stop looking up at me like you need this.

I haul you up, spin you around, shove you against the nearest surface. You brace yourself on shaking arms, ass up, legs already spread like a good little slut.

“Look at you. Bent over for me, dripping down your thighs, just waiting to be used.”

I yank your panties to the side and ram the strap into you with no warning. You cry out, but you don’t move. You take it.

“Yeah, you like it rough, don’t you? You like being pounded until you can’t walk, until you’re shaking and ruined and fucked out.”

I grab your hips and start fucking you hard—relentless, brutal—letting the sound of skin on skin fill the room. You’re moaning like a whore, babbling nonsense between gasps.

“You’re mine. Just a wet little hole for me to fuck. Nothing more.”

I slap your ass, hard enough to leave a mark, then lean in, voice low in your ear.

“And when I’m done, you’ll be leaking for hours, aching for days—and begging me to do it all over again.”

You’re barely holding yourself up, arms shaking, legs trembling, mouth slack and dripping spit.

“You hear that?” I hiss, snapping my hips forward again. “That wet, messy sound every time I fuck into you? That’s you. That’s your greedy little hole sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let go.”

You try to moan, try to answer, but I reach forward, grab a fistful of your hair, and slam you down onto the surface—face against the sheets, ass still high, exactly where I want you.

“No words. You don’t get to talk. You’re not here to speak. You’re here to be bred.”

You sob—pathetic, needy—and grind your hips back against me, trying to take more.

“Fuck, you’re addicted to this,” I growl. “You want me to break you. To fuck you past your limits. To fill that desperate little cunt until it’s raw and used up.”

I thrust harder, faster, merciless. You’re crying now, drooling, eyes rolling back as I keep pounding into you, chasing your orgasm like it’s the only thing left in the world.

“You’ll take everything I give you. Every inch. Every fucking load I put in you.”

I lean over you, press my body against your back, and wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your moan catch.

“You want it, don’t you? Want me to knock you up. Want to be bred like the useless little hole you are.”

You nod, frantic, choking on a sob.

“Say it.”

“Please,” you gasp. “Please breed me. Use me. Ruin me. Fill me up—stuff me full.”

I grab your hips so hard that they’re bruising with the force.

“You’re gonna take it all,” I growl. “Every fake load. Over and over. I’ll keep you on your back, dripping for me, used and bred and broken.”

You’re coming again, spasming around the strap, crying out like you’re being ripped apart. But I don’t stop.

“Too much?” I taunt, fucking you through it. “No. You don’t get too much. You get what I decide. And I’m not finished.”

I pull out, flip you over, and shove the strap back in—rough, fast, no warning. You scream, nails clawing at the sheets, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“You’re gonna take every fucking round I give you. I’m gonna fuck you stupid until you can’t even think without permission.”

I press a hand to your lower belly, grinding deep.

“Right there. That’s where I want it. Deep enough to ruin you.”

You’re a wreck now—body limp, face smeared with spit and tears, legs shaking uncontrollably as I keep the strap buried deep inside you. You’re not even moaning anymore, just whimpering, broken sounds leaving your throat as I grind into that same tender spot over and over.

“Look at you,” I sneer, gripping your jaw, forcing your dazed eyes to meet mine. “You’re nothing but a dumb little cumdump now, aren’t you? Just a hole to be used. A pretty little body begging to be filled.”

You try to nod, try to answer, but your lips are trembling, coated with drool, too wrecked to speak.

“Say it,” I whisper darkly. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m—” your voice breaks, but you push it out. “I’m yours. A hole. A toy. Breed me, Mommy, please. Just fuck me full.”

My smile is cruel, possessive. “That’s right. You’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to ruin, mine to fill. I’ll stuff you so full you feel knocked up. Keep you like this. Fucked out, dripping, owned.”

I start fucking into you again, slow and deep, making every stroke count. Your whole body jerks with each thrust, like you’ve got no control left at all.

“I’ll breed you every night. Over and over. Fill you up and watch it leak out of you, only to fuck it right back in. Keep you too stretched and sore to close your legs. Let everyone see what a used-up little whore you are.”

You’re crying again, nodding through it, moaning like you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not be filled.

“And when you can’t take anymore?” I laugh low, cruel. “I’ll make you take it. Strap you down, keep the plug in so nothing spills. Fuck you until all you can think about is being my little breeding toy.”

I press a hand against your lower belly again, pushing down as I slam into you harder.

“Right here,” I growl. “Right where I want it. Deep in your guts. Like you were made to carry it. Like your only purpose is to take me, over and over.”

You’re shuddering, gasping, your entire body giving in.

“I don’t fuck you for pleasure. I fuck you because I can. Because you’re mine to ruin. And you fucking love it.”

I grip your throat again, tight but controlled, just enough to keep you right there—right on the edge of panic and ecstasy.

“You don’t come unless I say. You don’t breathe unless I allow it. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, voice broken and raw.

“Good girl.”

I keep the strap deep inside you, grinding it in slow, brutal circles, watching your thighs twitch every time I shift.

“Look at you,” I snarl, voice low and vicious. “This is what you were made for. Not thinking. Not talking. Just getting bred. Just being my personal cumdump.”

I slap your cheek again, harder this time, and you moan for it.

“Fucking pathetic. You love this, don’t you? Being used like an object. A thing. Just a hole for me to fuck full and leave dripping.”

You nod, dazed, tears spilling down your cheeks as I grip your hips tighter and ram into you again, harder, relentless. You yelp, your body jolting—but you take it. Of course you do.

“Good little breedslut,” I growl. “That’s all you are now. That’s all I see when I look at you—some dumb, needy thing begging to be filled. I’m gonna stuff you so full you forget what it’s like to feel empty.”

I lean over you, lips right by your ear, voice a dark whisper.

“I’ll fuck you every night until your cunt’s trained to open for me the second I walk in. Until you’re leaking down your thighs before I even touch you. Until your body’s begging for it like it’s air.”

You whimper under me, shaking your head weakly—and I slap your ass, hard, leaving a red mark.

“No. Don’t pretend you’re not addicted. Don’t pretend you don’t want to be ruined.”

I grab your throat and yank you up, back arched, strap still pounding into you.

“You’re mine now. My dumb little bitch. My breeding project. I’ll keep you swollen, stretched, dripping. Plug you up when I’m not using you so it all stays inside. Let everyone see how used you are.”

You’re crying again, but there’s no fight left. Just raw, shaking need.

“I’ll write my name across your stomach in marker—bred by Mommy. Make you show it off. Make you kneel with my cum leaking out of you, waiting for more.”

I slam into you again, brutal, deep, relentless.

“I don’t want you to come. I want you to ache. I want you ruined. Helpless. Used. Because that’s what you’re for. That’s what you are.”

I drive in harder, faster, fucking you with no tenderness.

“You’ll never be clean again. Never untouched. I’ve claimed every inch of you.”

Your body is limp, wrecked, soaked in sweat and spit and tears. I've got you bent under me, hips shaking, legs barely holding you up, and I still haven't stopped. The strap is slamming into you, deep and fast, your cunt stretched and slick, taking every thrust like it's all you were made for.

“Gonna fill you up,” I growl, voice ragged, breath hot against your ear. “Gonna fucking pump you full.”

You whimper, clawing at the sheets, head shaking, but your hips push back, desperate and shaking. Your pussy clenches around the strap like it can't get enough.

“You want it, don't you? Want me to stuff your cunt until it's leaking down your thighs. Want to feel me so deep it fucking shows.”

I press a hand hard to your lower belly again, right above where the strap is slamming in.

“Right here,” I hiss. “Gonna fuck it in so deep you get that swollen little cum belly you keep begging for. Gonna stretch you from the inside out.”

You moan shamelessly when I say it, your voice breaking, your cunt clenching hard around the toy. You're so close again. I can feel it in the way your body trembles, the way your moans are slipping into sobs.

“Say it,” | growl, slapping your ass, then dragging my nails down your back. “Say you want it. Say you want Mommy to breed you.”

“Please,” you cry, voice cracked. “Please, fill me-fuck your load into me, Mommy. I wanna feel it, wanna have your baby, I wanna keep it.”

I lose it. My hips slam into yours, fast, brutal, my breath tearing out in ragged gasps.

“You're gonna fucking get it. Every last drop. Gonna stuff your useless little cunt like it's the only thing it's good for. Cum for me, whore.”

And you do-loud, messy, your whole body jerking under me. Your pussy clamps down on the strap, pulsing, milking it like it's real-and in my head, it is. It always is.

And then I follow-grinding deep, burying the strap to the hilt, moaning low and guttural as I press my hips flush to yours.

“Fuck-take it, baby-take all that fucking cum-take Mommy's load like a good little breeder.”

I press hard into your belly, imagining it swelling as I fill you, imagining it spilling out of you, messy and hot and endless.

“Fuck yes. That's it. Stuffed full. Bred. Mine.”

You're shaking beneath me, twitching through aftershocks, body still pulsing around the strap like it doesn't want to let go.

“Keep it in,” I whisper against your neck.

“Don't you dare let it run out. That's my fucking gift to you.”

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Been dreaming of a mean possessive butch coming inside of me while calling me theirs. Face burried in my neck while roughly thrusting inside of me and biting my neck. Both of us too dumb to say anything coherent. Just breathlessly repeating "mine" as I clench around every inch of their cock.

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Being fucked so good until brain goes to mush n only thing I can mutter is “mommy please, mommy please.” Being called “good slut” “good pup” “my good whore” as Im being fucked over and over and becoming overstimulated.. then cuddles and kisses and being held right after and telling me I did good..

Shit yes please 🫠

~ This post is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni ~

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mmm🤤

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needing a hot sapphic to shove her strap in my cunt and fuck me while making me moan her name louder and louder until it eventually just turns into whimpers begging for more

men and minors dni

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happy september sweet girl 💕💕 how have you been? i wanted to tell you that i'm still around. and...there are other things i want to tell you too 😏 i still check on your page and think about our messages, and they still have the power to get me worked up. like you, i've been busy lately and masturbating less than i used to. but i had an amazing session today and i feel so good <3 if you want to hear what i thought about, read on.

the toys i bought haven't died yet! i was watching porn yesterday and i got so horny. i started with the clit sucker. god it felt amazing, even on the lowest setting...my pussy was already wet and i wanted to start thrusting my hips into it right away...but i didn't want to cum so soon 🥵 so i challenged myself to stay perfectly still. just the toy working on my aching clit, even edging a little, moving it away when it was about to take me over the edge. i could feel the wetness trickling from of my pussy and smearing into my underwear, could feel my legs shaking from the effort of staying still. i could only edge myself once before i latched the toy onto my clit again and came hard.

i must be ovulating cause i woke up horny too. i used the tongue flicking toy this time. it's quieter. i lay on my stomach and felt the tiny flicks against my sensitive clit. gradually increasing the speed of it, humping against the bed and bringing myself to another incredible orgasm. marveling at the long string of cum connecting the toy to my soaked pussy when i took it out of my underwear.

then- today. i started getting turned on remembering our conversations. remembering how horny it made me just typing these things to you and reading your responses. when you talked about sending pictures of your tits. when we talked about fucking ourselves. i knew i'd have to send you another message and it just turned me on even more to imagine writing it out 💋

i started by pushing up my bra and rubbing my nipples lightly- i wanted this session to last a long time and to cum hard at the end of it. in my fantasy i would send you videos of me playing with my tits, my soft nipples growing hard for you from my touch. or putting one of my toys inside my underwear, grinding on a pillow feeling the vibrations on my clit and sending you the video of my tits bouncing until I'm cumming and shaking all over.

at this point my nipples were hard and aching and my cunt had started to drip. (i'm getting horny again now, oops 😅👅😘) i was still teasing my tits with my fingers, but i moved a hand down to play with my clit. fuck, i wished i had a toy i could slide into my pussy. i wanted to feel it stretching me open, my walls clenching around it.

it made me so hot to think of fucking you with a double ended toy. rubbing your clit, running a finger up and down your slit until you start oozing wetness, dipping a finger in shallowly and gathering up that wetness, spreading it around and getting you nice and ready for the toy, easing it inside your cunt. i'm so wet too, i'm on top of you with the other end filling me up, riding you with my tits bouncing more and more as i pick up the pace. each thrust hitting the sweet spot inside your pussy, lying on the bed with your tits jiggling. you look so fucking delicious. my thrusts get harder, and soon we're taking the toy deeper and deeper into our cunts till they meet, pussylips lips and stiff clits rubbing against each other. our cum dripping onto each others thighs. the room filled with the squelchy wet sounds, skin slapping against skin, our moans. you're so stretched out, filled to the brim, it's so good. after you cum i want to lick all of it from your sweet pussy, taking your clit into my mouth and sucking gently, overstimulating you. it's almost too much.

i was so turned on now, but i needed just a little more in order to cum. i remembered how we talked about exhibitionism, you wanted to get fucked in front of an audience. my fantasy was like this- we're in a sex club, i'm wearing a strap. i'm fucking you from behind, my strap thrusting in and out of your leaking cunt. you feel my hard nipples rub against your back, and i reach around to grab your beautiful tits as they bounce while i pound your pussy.

we're surrounded by a circle of men and women, watching us. they can't touch, they can only touch themselves. we watch as the men's dicks grow hard as they watch me fuck you, the women spreading their legs and exposing their glistening cunts. g o d it makes me so wet watching them start to fuck themselves. fingers circling frantically around clits, thrusting inside dripping pussies. the men stroking their stiff cocks, clear drops of precum gathering at the heads. the sinful noises filling the room. all while i fuck you with my strap, while i rub your clit and make you feel amazing. you're taking me so well, the long hard length of it. makes me wish i had a real cock, i want to feel you clench around me, want you to milk the cum out of me and fill up that needy cunt with it.

we're watching the crowd start to bring themselves to climax, hands mercilessly stroking cocks, cupping their balls, shooting load after load and fuck it's so hot to watch the thick strands of cum fall to the floor, to see so many tits bouncing as the women ride their fingers and cum all over themselves. i can't hold back anymore, with a few hard thrusts i'm cumming, gripping your hips while i bottom out inside you. would you like it if i had a squirting strap? do you want to feel me paint the walls of your pussy white with my cum, give a couple more thrusts and push it in deeper, mix it with your own creamy wetness as you get closer and closer? pushing your ass back against my hips and making the most beautiful noises as you cum on my cock. your cunt gushing and squeezing me tight.

that's the thought that pushed me over the edge while i fucked myself, while i toyed with my nipples and circled my clit...the two of us cumming together while our adoring audience brought themselves to orgasm over and over watching us. i couldn't believe how good it felt to make myself cum thinking about it.

x x x

i hope you like this 💋 i know writing it made me want to play with my pussy again. have you touched yourself lately? please tell me if you're comfortable, i wanna knowwwwwww what you've been thinking about when you make yourself cum 👅<3<3

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Sunflower!! Iaghhhhbbhhhhsmmbsjxndoanxusbdksoanxjcusbsoaoandhvrod God I wanna ride you so bad. You're making me feel feral right now. ❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤

First of all, I'm so glad I didn't scare you away with my inactivity!! 😅 I know I'm terrible at responding. I am constantly seeing messages and going 'oh!! I'll respond to that when I get home' and then I... forget?? I'm so sorry 😅 I'm also happy to hear that you're feeling so good lately 😏 I hope that continues. You deserve it, since you've been busy!!

Iiiiii haven't really been doing anything special, just quick ones when I needed to get it out or I couldn't stop thinkin about boobs 💕💕💕 Porn I've been watching lately has been so good though, jesus fucking christ. Mother-In-Law's fucking their Daughter-In-Law's, or vice versa. MIL begging to scissor DIL <3<3<3 👅👅 Also some with women fucking themselves on pretty sex dolls?? That one might be a bit wierd but let me be XD It's hot, okay?

Anyway- UGHHHHAHQGSUDBSKAKAPSBDHDKDPALAIUCNEU YOUR IMAGINES. That first one makes me wanna fuck you so rough, oh my god. I want to be so full and grind against your sloppy throbbing cunt with mine sOooo bad. Suck on your tits slowly, stick my tongue so far into your pretty pussy you see stars and can only say please over and over and over. And the second one 👅👅👅 Ugh. Please. I'll be such a nasty whore for you. Like my pussy belongs to you.

I musttttt know what kinda porn you watch, if you're comfortable to share! ^^

Thank you so much for this message sunny, really put a smile on my face 😏 and my fingers in my underwear.

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Dance Instructor

Libby ask to come to class early so I can help her stretch. We both know our time alone is special.🍑🍑💦💦

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as you transition you become much closer with male friends. they’re genuinely encouraging and supportive. one day, one of them invites you over to smoke and play video games. as you both get progressively higher, he starts asking you questions about how your transition is going. you enthuse about how at home you feel in your body and how free you feel after getting top surgery. he blushes a bit and stumbles over his words as he asks you about getting “everything done” surgery wise. you admit that you’ve considered it, but you’re very happy with your tdick. he stares at you blankly, he has no idea what that is. in your drug induced haze, you smirk and offer to show him. you lie back on the couch and pull down your boxers and open your legs, allowing him to inspect you. he giggles and his face goes even redder, but he lowers himself between your legs to get a good look at your cock and your cunt. he even pokes and prods a bit, watching the way your cock twitches to life. there’s a moment where you wonder if he’s gonna put his fingers inside of you or put his mouth on you, but he doesn’t. his curiosity seems to be genuine and you find it kinda endearing.

at some point you must have fallen asleep, because you wake up on the couch late in the night. you’re still totally out of it, but you feel comforted by a heavy warmth on top of you. you come to and quickly realize that your friend is asleep on top of you and holding you in his arms, you’d be disturbed if you didn’t trust him so much, it’s actually sort of sweet. at least until you realize that you’re still naked from the waist down. you try to squirm away to grab your clothes, but he holds you closer and shifts against you in his sleep. you feel something between your legs and look down to see that he’s hard in his boxers. he makes a soft noise and starts moving against you. you figure he must be having a wet dream. he gently rocks back and forth against your bare cunt and you blush as you feel yourself getting wet. you again try to move away but you only succeed in shifting his boxers so now his cock is peaking thru the front of them. god, he’s so hard. you hear him let out a satisfied groan as his raw cock rubs up against your wet pussy. you try to stifle your own moan as you feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, almost slipping in. he continues thrusting against you for a while until he starts breathing heavier and moving faster. he’s getting close, oh fuck, you’ve really got to stop this now. you make one last attempt to get away without waking him up, but he suddenly drives his hips forward and you feel the head of his cock slide into your unprotected pussy. you instantly freeze. he’s so big! his instincts take over and he drives himself even deeper into you, pushing the entirety of his cock inside of you, all the way up to your womb. it feels unbelievable. he continues thrusting into you at a fast pace and you feel him throbbing in you. he’s fucking you. god, what do you do? this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so good. you feel his cock start to twitch like crazy inside of you. fuck, he’s really about to cum! what the hell, you figure you may at least enjoy this while you still can. you reach your hand to your tdick and start quickly jerking yourself off. with one final deep thrust he’s moaning into the crook of your neck as he pumps his seed into you. your eyes roll back in your head in ecstasy as the feeling of his sperm flooding your womb pushes you over the edge of your own orgasm. you lie there satisfied as you feel his cum start to overflow your pussy. as his cock softens and slips out of you, you close your eyes, pretend to be asleep, and hope that when he wakes up, he’ll still be too high and you can pretend that you have no idea what or even if anything happened. little do you know he’s hoping the same thing…

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"Don't you want to show them how good you can be for me?" My mind stopped, unable to process the sentence. Or maybe I had processed it just fine, and this is what it felt like to lose control that fast. We had been talking about sex, yes, laughing and joking about how each of us were in bed.

"Don't you want to be a good boy for me?" My partner's voice was like honey, dripping on every word. I heard a whimper escape my lips and felt my head nod. Why did I nod? I heard some laughs from across the room.

"Don't you see how eager he is? I bet he's hard already." I felt a hand reach between my legs. "Yup! Hard as a rock, my pretty little thing." I shut my eyes, embarrassed, but thankfully someone else started speaking. Everyone else went back to their playful banter, teasing and joking about whatever was on their minds. After a few drinks, the jokes flowed easier and the banter was more entertaining. But my partner's hand lingered, possessive on my crotch. I was indeed hard, and their grip kept me that way. After a few minutes, someone else must have noticed.

"Hey, that's no fair! If you brought something to play with you should have brought enough for the class." Laughter ensued. I hid my face in embarrassment.

I felt a shrug to my side. "His mouth is still wide open. He loves fingers in there." That was not the answer I had expected. I raised my head to deny it, but before I could say anything I felt a strong hand grab my face, two fingertips pressing against my lips. The hand on my crotch tightened, and I instantly melted. My partner's voice slid into my ear as a whisper: "Be a good boy for me, baby. Can you do that, my love?"

There was that sensation again. I must have agreed, since the next thing I remember is opening my lips, allowing the foreign fingers to probe my mouth. I remember licking, sucking on them eagerly. I remember the hand on my crotch starting to massage me in reward, and I moaned around the hand. I heard assorted giggles, along with a few demeaning remarks, but mostly I heard my partner's voice. It was my anchor, the only real thing in the world, that steady stream of praise piped directly to my brainstem. "You're doing so good, baby. Such a pretty boy, sucking on those fingers like it were a cock. You're putting on quite a show. Do you like this, baby, putting on this performance for me? Don't you like to show yourself off?"

The fingers slowly removed themselves from my mouth. I whined and tried to hold on to them, but I leaned forward so far I nearly fell over. At that I heard more laughing, and was that clapping? My fuzzy mind slowly regained some clarity. Our friends sat around us, visibly intrigued. Several were leaning forward, grinning and ready to pounce. A few others were leaned back, savoring the show. I think I saw one had already started touching herself. I saw one of the more eager ones step up and ask my partner, "may I?" I couldn't see their reaction but I felt a nod to my side, and suddenly she had straddled my hips, pushing me back against the couch. Fingers entered my mouth while a hand groped my chest, so much more forceful than the last one. I tried to lick her fingers like I had the last set, but she was more interested in fucking my face. In and out she went, assaulting my mouth over and over, all while she gripped me, played with my nipples through my shirt, tweaked and tugged and pinched my skin. Soon enough I was drooling while she laughed, my partner's hand sandwiched between us. Still they whispered into my ear encouragement: "Such an adorable thing, getting used all over, taking this so well. So easy, so obedient, so pliable." After a few moments, the fingers in my mouth were replaced by a tongue, sliding deep down my throat with every thrust. She wasn't kissing me, I realized, just seeing how far she could reach with her tongue. She had taken her hands and wrapped them around my collarbone, inching them up to my throat, pinning me down with her body weight. I whimpered into her mouth, thrust my hips into my partner's hand, and sat there overwhelmed for several moments. Eventually she released me from her grasp to applause from across the room, and I felt suddenly empty.

One by one I felt others approach, ask permission from my partner, and take turns putting on a show. They removed my clothing bit by bit, got bolder as time went on. They pushed me down onto the couch, lifted me onto their lap, spanked my ass. They teased every inch of my skin, elicited every noise I could make, and cheered every time. All the while my partner poured compliments and praise into my ear:

"Oh aren't you grinding on him so well my darling, aren't you so pretty thrusting against him like that, oh make sure you don't cum baby, oh wouldn't that be embarrassing."

"Oh isn't that so sweet baby, you've arched your back for them, puffing out your chest like a good little whore. Oh you look so pretty rubbing your nipples like that, they didn't even ask you to."

"Such a sweet boy, stripping off your pants like that. Go ahead, give them a show, bend your ass over and put your goods on display. You know how cute you are, go ahead and show yourself off."

"Baby, I know you can moan louder than that. They're grinding themselves on your ass, I know that's just driving you up the wall. Go ahead and show them how much you really want them, how much you need this."

Eventually I'm laid out across the table, completely naked, my cock twitching in the air as someone takes their turn teasing my thighs with their fingertips. Most everyone around me is still fully clothed, though I think a few in the back may be openly masturbating. My partner sits at my head, stroking my hair, continuing to whisper in my ear. They occasionally stop to nod in approval to the next violation, or to clap in applause in turn with the others. By this point they have me complete under control, every ounce of my resistance gone. It's only now through glossed-over eyes that someone from the back steps up, and I see them unzip their pants.

They step up and ask my partner something, I can't catch what, but I feel them nod before a cock is pressed against my lips. I open my mouth wide, savoring its unique flavor, twirling the precum off the head and lubricating the shaft. I eagerly tilt my head up for more, taking it deeper and deeper inside of me. I hear my partner again: "Oh my wonderful boy, my eager little thing. I knew you wanted it, but I didn't know you needed it so badly. Look at you, taking their cock like a champ. Do you like how it tastes? Do you like the smell? Do you like the way their balls push up against your nose? We put you at the perfect height for fucking but I should never have doubted your ability, my love." I moaned at their words, moaned as I worked the dick in my mouth as well as I could. I could tell they had been masturbating for a while, and it was even hotter knowing they had been touching themselves to the sight of me. After some time still, they began to thust into my mouth, taking my head into their hands for a better grip. My eyes began to water from the force, the length, and I opened my throat to take it deeper. "Do you want them to come down your throat, my dear? Do you want to be a good little cumdump for me?" Unable to form words, unable to nod, I simply moaned louder. They must have taken it as a the 'yes' it was, since they pulled my head close and shot rope after rope into my throat. I felt the heat of their body, the pulsing of their cock, the warmth flowing into me, but more than anything I heard my partner's voice: "Oh, such a wonderful boy, such a good little cumdump. You're taking it so well baby, just swallow, there we go, and again, you can take it. Isn't that so nice? Doesn't it feel so good, taking them all the way like that? Don't you know how thankful they are? Oh yes you should have heard their grunts, their moans, the noises they made when they finished inside of you."

Others came up to finish on me after that. A few of them sat on my face and let me eat then out, others simply used my hand to masturbate with. A few others jerked off onto my chest or my face, while still more used my hole. They had lube somewhere, not that I could keep track, and started to split me open over and over again. Soon enough two or three would go at a time, switching off as each one finished. All the while my partner sat by my head, giving me praise after praise.

"Oh baby look at that, another one right between your nipples. You're like a regular Jackson Pollock, my priceless work of art. Make sure you keep sucking now baby, you wouldn't want him to go soft on you. That lady on your left might also want some help, go ahead and giver her a hand."

"Ssh, ssh, it's okay baby, I know this one's bigger than all of the rest, but I told him he could have a turn and I just know you can take him. Spread your legs a bit and- oh, there you go. That's probably the biggest you've ever taken, isn't it? Such a good boy, setting all sorts of new records today. You should see how pretty you are, spread out like this. Such a good boy for me."

"Of course you can't cum yet baby, you know only I can let you do that. But she wants you inside her so badly, so you're just going to have to wait. And even if she cums on your dick, you just have to hold yourself back. Can you do that for me baby? Of course, I knew you would. Go ahead, now let her fuck herself on you, and don't forget to keep jerking off that gentleman to your right, you don't want to keep him waiting or he might take it out on your ass again."

I'm fairly certain my partner let every single person there cum on me at least twice before they took me themselves for the grand finale. They stripped the rest of the way, took me in their arms and whispered into my ear, "Now I want to put on a show for them. They got to play with you, but only I know how to fuck you the way you need. Do you want to put on the show of a lifetime, my love? Do you want to put on a performance they'll never forget?" They knew my answer, but I whined out for all to hear.

"Please baby, please fuck me the way I need. Take me, take me for yourself and make me yours-" they picked me up and pinned me to the couch between two bystanders, sliding their cock inside of me with a low growl. "Please, baby, mark my body. Take me by the throat and force your way inside of me-" they started thrusting in and out, one hand on my hip and the other on my throat. "Lift me in the air, throw my body around the way you need-" I didn't even have time to finish the thought before they had me held against their body, bouncing me on their cock as I kept myself upright with my thighs. I arched my back, moaning out to the crowd with every thrust, exclaiming my partner's name in shriek after shriek. They pinned me against a wall, fucking me from behind, before maneuvering down to the ground and fucking me doggy-style. They pulled my hair back so I could watch the crowd as I got punded, my vision blurring with every thrust. They were enthralled, many still touching themselves openly to the sight. I moaned even louder, and was rewarded by having my face shoved down into the ground and my ass spanked red. Eventually my partner flipped me over and laid me across the laps of several other participants, encouraging them to fondle and play as they took their last thrusts. Within moments I had fingers back in my mouth, hands playing with the cum on my face, nails running down my chest, and my partners hand on my dick. They stroked my shaft at the same speed they thrust, firm and deep, and I knew they were close. I held contact with their eyes, moaning out their name, arching my back for the playful hands on my body. I held back my own orgasm until I could no longer, and cried out in pleasure when the sensations overtook my senses. My clenching must have pushed them over the edge, because I felt their heart speed up, their rhythm slow, their body start to pour itself through my hole, pulse after rhythmic pulse. It was better than every load I had taken so far, so markedly different, I whined and squirmed in ecstacy as I shot my own all over my chest. The hands assaulting me slowed, as did my partner's thrusts, and soon I was left breathless and full, panting their name over and over.

Many of the naked participants cleaned themselves and others, though they took special care of me. My partner brought me wet towels, cleaned my face and my skin with their gentle touch, and laid me down in the middle of a breathless pile of exhaustion. I felt others cuddling me, nuzzling against my front or back, and felt the warmth of the pile, both physical and emotional. They touched me gently, holding me and stroking my hair, my side. My partner returned and took their position cuddling me directly from behind, wrapping a protective arm over me, and I felt even more content than before. Sleepy moans and yawns intertwined as the last few members lied down, pleased with the night's proceedings.

Who knows, in the morning they might wake up and go their sperate ways, never to speak of this again. Maybe this might happen next time we get together, and the time after that. Maybe I might wake up with another dick inside of me, or a needy friend grinding on my leg. I sure know which one I hope for, but tonight I fall asleep content with whatever the morning may bring.