I [F][25] just got surprise bred by my Daddy and all his friends ? (long post, still in a cum high, sorry!!)

My legs are still shaking, sticky and aching as I write this, but I can’t help but have such a bright, wide smile on my face. I was not expecting to be used so thoroughly, and so roughly today by so many people.

It was date night for me and my Daddy, the two of us have been working hard, and feeling the stress of our vanilla lives a lot lately with all that’s going on. All of our little get aways (from kink events, to regular hotel breaks) have been rightfully postponed due to covid, so this was the first night in a long time where everything had lined up.

I usually have no idea what he plans for me on our date nights apart from a few coy hints that he drops as our date draws closer. Usually, a night of fun between us can vary, as any submissive does, I love to please. To be as subservient as possible to my Master, and ensure that I’m a vessel for their pleasure and use. My Master takes great pleasure in this, and makes sure to show me off to others at his leisure. I love being a tease, and I love the feeling of pleasing my Master first and foremost, and others after that. Knowing that I’m being a good little whore, pleasing who I am directed to, to the highest degree.

But this time, I hadn’t heard anything from him. This isn’t totally unusual, our date is scheduled for a couple of hours; I’ll meet him for dinner and drinks at his place, I’m already instructed to wear a certain lingerie set that he particularly likes, and to get into my latex and to come to his by 7.

It’s quarter to five; I’m in the shower, washing the conditioner out of my hair when I hear a faint rustling sound through the cascading fall of the water droplets of the shower. My mind lingers with curiosity for just a second before I’m already cursing my cat in my head, wondering what plant she’s knocked over now, before I hear more faint rustling, and the clear *click* of a doorhandle being turned. My heart skips a beat, my cat is smart, but definitely not capable of this. I hear the door open with a creak, and slowly shut again, and my heart flutters, excitement and fear racing through my mind. I’ve always fantasized about being ambushed and enjoyed while I’m in the shower, but this is real.

My hand waivers mid air, unsure on whether pulling back the shower curtain is a good move or not, what defence do I have? I’m 5’2 and 100 pounds, totally defenseless.

Before I’ve gotten a chance to make up my mind in what I’m going to do, the shower curtain is ripped back, and standing before me is a stranger, stocky and broad, one hand pulling back the curtain and the other coming to grab me from the shower. I fumble to cover myself, all the while outstretching my arm as if that’s going to give me any sort of advantage in the situation. Within the span of a second, I feel an arm wrap around my wet and naked torso, purposeful and agile, he picks me up with such ease that my wriggles and kicks aren’t making any difference. My arms are flailing trying to free space for myself, he stifles my objections with his free hand, and walks us the one or two metres difference to the door, removing his hand from my mouth to open it again, and flings me onto the floor of my living room.

I landed on my ribs, and felt that sharp stabbing sensation of being winded as I grabbed my bearings on the floor, instinctively pushing myself back from the stranger. As I pushed myself back, I felt my hand touch the familiar feel of denim, draped over a shin. I froze, and honestly nearly wet myself with fear knowing that there were more people in my house. I didn’t want to look back, I didn’t want this to be real. I had fantasized about this kind of stuff with my Daddy before, but this all seemed so scary. How do I know I’m safe?

“Come off it now love, don’t be such a rude host and such a badly behaved girl. Aren’t you going to offer our guests something to drink? Haven’t I taught you to be mannerly?”

An inaudible whisper escaped my lips; an inaudible unintelligible mess equal parts confusion and gratitude for my safety, and utter fucking excitement for what was going on.

I was still on the floor, naked and dripping from my shower still, and now I could feel the wetness in-between my thighs, slowing working from my vulva down my inner thigh as I counted all the shoes I could see before me. 12. There were four others here apart from my Daddy and the man who grabbed me. I could feel my heart palpitations shift from fear and excitement to sheer excitement, knowing that I was on display and host to all these men my Daddy had invited. I also knew not to disappoint my Daddy; he’s trained me well enough to know he never needs to give an order twice. I stood up, making sure my back was straight, and hands by my side, as I know to do when naked around company. I never want to hide any inch of my body, I do as I’m told, and I also want to show my body off with pride, confidence and poise.

I gave my Daddy a kiss, and a wink, (Which is our ‘consent’ sign, so to speak) and head to the kitchen. I fixed seven drinks for us, my hands already rattling with excitement. I love being surprised, used, enjoyed and to please, so this was a wonderful surprise for sure. I downed a shot of Jameson to calm the nerves. By this point I can already feel thick cream start to trickle down the lips of my pussy, sweet and begging to be tasted.

As I’m putting the shot glass down, i feel my head get slammed down onto the kitchen table, my arm pulled behind me, and a forceful palm spread on my back pushing down hard, restraining me to the table. A moan escapes my lips, and I can’t decide if the pain or pleasure overrides. I feel the familiar sensation of my Daddy’s hard cock slide into me. I can hear the shuffle of more people fall into the room, the clang of metal, and a coldness on my ankles as I feel a leg spreader being clipped around both of my ankles, a metal bar ensuring my legs stay open and ready for any and everyone.

My arms are grabbed and lifted, I hear another click, it’s my arms being bound and cuffed behind my back, me another set of hands reaches around me, grabs my cheeks and lifts my face up, instructing me to open my mouth, that I’ll be gagged until I prove myself worthy. Another set of hands is tracing their fingers up and down the back of my calf, I can feel a whole cocophony of people surrounding and touching me, and my body feels electric. I’m so sensitive to every touch, my body jolting and shaking with each touch and sensation it experiences. The last thing I remember seeing was my Daddy, he walked around the other side of the table, he stood in front of me, I’m bent over, bound and gagged, fully available to the rest of the room. He had a blindfold in his hands, and told me how I was going to spend the evening being bred by Daddy and his friends, and that I was going to enjoy and take every last droplet of cum I was given. They want to see my D cups grow and produce milk, see my stomach stretch and grow, my hips widen, and to carry their children, to be used as their little play thing. They want me to be their little whore to use and enjoy, to fill me up with their cum and know I’ll savour every drop. All the while my Daddy is fucking me while his friends are telling me all the ways they want to use me, that they’ve seen my videos and they want to play too. When I say that I’m soaking during this, I cannot overexplain enough. I came about six times before my Daddy got to fill me up with his cum. My body was eager and excited to be used, craving more and more cum.

I was scared, excited and nervous at first, feeling an intense loyalty and burning respect towards my Master that made it initially difficult for me to think of letting someone else fill me with their cum, but the sheer thought of knowing and feeling how amazing it would be to be so full daily, to be able to constantly be full of cum and pregnant, my breasts constantly large, and consistently full, accelerated my need.

With the blindold on, the handcuffs and the spreader bar, my body was in fucking overdrive before I had even been shared. They toyed with me for a while, I could feel an influx of hands and lips and tongues from my feet, to my breasts, my vagina, my ass.

Finally, I knew they were done teasing me. I felt an unfamiliar set of hands approach me from the back, cupping the small of my back down to my ass, grabbing a hold of it before moving up to pull at my hair. My back arched, and at that moment I felt his thick dick force it’s way into me. I bit down on the ball gag, surprised and taken off guard by what had happened, but my body alight and eager for more and more stimulation. I curved my hips as he pulled back and in again towards me, making sure that I was grinding on that beautiful cock and showing the appreciation that it deserved. I could feel myself getting wetter with each thrust he made, the restraints of the ankle bar were already starting to bruise me from how often my knees were buckling. I felt the stranger squeeze and spread my ass his nails digging in so deep to it as he fucked me. Within a minute or two, I could feel his body tighten, his breath harden and his movements accelerate. He came deep in me, his dick throbbing as I felt it empty into me, every inch of my body craving and wanting it so badly.

I barely felt like I had the time to enjoy and savour the feeling of being filled before I felt a new set of hands run their shorter finger nails down my spine. I was still so hypersensitive, so I shuddered at the meer touch, moaning through the ball gag. The stranger unclipped my gag from behind, and told me he liked to hear how well he fucks a girl, so I was to be as loud as I liked. As filthy as I liked. Tell him how much I love it.

I begged and pleaded for him to impregnate me, to empty his load into me and let me taste it afterwards. His dick was longer than the first, but slightly thinner. Every slow movement from him was purposeful and sensuous, making me feel every modicum of movement and thrust. Feeling another cock in me when I can already feel myself sticky and full with cum is so heavenly, I think I managed to get a minute or so in before I was cumming, for which I was punished for as I didn’t receive permission in time. I just couldn’t fucking help myself. Knowing I have an audience is hot enough, knowing I’m going to be bred by them all is next level. I was a trembling mess.

As a punishment, I got my face fucked harrrd, by my Daddy’s fourth friend. I’m usually pretty good at deepthroat and being facefucked, but it was hard to control the gag reflex when it’s so deep and you’re bent over a table. But honestly, if you haven’t smeared your makeup and covered yourself in tears/spit, are you really giving head? :b
He wanted to see my tits bounce for him when he came in me, so Daddy gave him permission to remove me from my spreader, and to flip me up on the table. It was so fucking hot looking him in the eyes as I knew he was about to cum, seeing his eyes roll back in his head, his body jerk and tense slightly as he came hard, his load shooting inside of me in pumps, already dripping from me before he has taken his dick out.

I’m back to being faced down on the table, my legs refastened to the spreader bar, my hands still bound. I feel the smack of a leather paddle whip my bare cheeks, and I can’t help but tense and moan together. Then again, the crack of leather on flesh, harder this time, enough to make me bite down on my lip. And again, harder this time too, more often and more sting in them, my body already anticipating more as I feel hot pools of cum trickle down my thigh towards my knee.

I feel a hand grab my flushed and stinging ass cheeks, and a forceful penetrative feeling, quick and concise, just like the spanks. I can hear him tell me how good of a little whore I am for taking so much, so well. How much I want it, how eager I am to see my body be used as it should be. I can feel every breath of the words he says, radiating through my body as he fucks me, my whole body shaking remembering all the different hands, bodies and cum that have been enjoyed by me tonight, how many people I’ve pleased, and how pleased i have been. I feel so lucky, so happy, and so desperately wanting all the cum I can get. I need to be bred. Over and over again. I hear the stranger moan, their thighs flexing under mine, and they empty their cum into me, for what would be the fifth time that night. Every sensation was amplified knowing that at that moment, I could be impregnated with any one of their children. I felt my body, from my thighs, to my vulva, stomach and chest tighten, in pleasure and almost a will to contain as much inside of me as I could.

This was one of the hottest things I’ve done before; I’ve had group sex, but never been group bred. ?I can’t wait to do this again, the idea of being shared between a group of men is so fucking hot to me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ipxkhc/i_f25_just_got_surprise_bred_by_my_daddy_and_all