[F+MMMM…] Being used, and used, and used, and then put gently to bed until the next morning

There’s a fantasy I’ve had, something I think about sometimes when I touch myself. It doesn’t make any sense at all, and it isn’t something that I’d actually like to happen to me, but the psyche is strange.

In this fantasy: I’ve been caught, trapped, captured, and forced to do this – or maybe it’s entirely different, and I’ve been invited, and have accepted the invitation, to do this. “This” is to be tied down, on all fours, restraining me so I can’t move much or escape – not that I’m trying, as I realize just how many people are in the room with me. Mostly men, a few women, all watching me as I writhe naked in my bonds.

If I’ve been invited, then I’m wet already, panting for it. If I’ve been brought here against my will, one of the men will dump lube on me and slide his cock into me without warning. He’ll fuck me, rhythmically, while the others watch and get themselves hard with slow strokes of their hands. They reach out and touch my breasts, or slide their fingers into my mouth. One of them gets ideas and thrusts his dick into my mouth while his friend is still fucking me from behind.

They fuck me like that until the man behind me cums, filling me up; immediately another man steps up to take his place, and his cock is thicker, stretching me out more. This one fucks me too, slower but deeper than the first one, pushing me forward onto the dick in my mouth. The two of them cum close together, one of them pouring down my throat and the other dripping out of me, down my legs, mixed together with the first man’s cum. A fourth person puts their hand over my mouth to make sure I swallow, although I would have anyways. That fourth person comes around and fucks me with his fingers until I scream, and then he slides his cock into me too as another person steps up to fuck my throat.

They cum, and others take their places; those men cum too, and others take their places. Someone pours more lube over me and probes my ass with their finger, then more fingers, then their cock, as someone else pushes a dildo into my cunt. Near my head someone else slides between my lips, making me completely full.

Over and over again I get fucked, always with plenty of lube, some gently, some a little roughly, but never so much that I become too sore and torn up, because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to keep taking their cocks. All of them cum inside me, hot rush after rush.

Eventually I lose count completely of how many dicks have been inside me. I can’t move, and all of the fucking is taking its toll on me until after a while it’s only the restraints that are helping me to stay upright on all fours, but I’m still being fucked, my cunt running with the cum of who knows how many men now.

Finally, the man with his dick in me cums, and he pulls out, and nobody comes up to fill me again. Someone touches my face and another hand pets my hair. I’m tired. The hands free me from the restraints and stroke my skin and they carry me to bed, a big soft perfect bed with lush pillows and a heavy comforter. I’m so tired I can hardly open my eyes to see, but someone is licking at my breasts – two someones, their heads close together as they suck my nipples.

Gently, another head moves between my thighs, and I want to tell them no, that I’ve been fucked a hundred times today, that if they try to fuck me again I’ll pass out, but their tongue comes out to my clit and it’s so light that before long I’m cumming myself, the two people at my sides stroking my breasts as I do. By the time I open my eyes, I’m alone in the bed. I close them again, and fall into a deep and restful sleep.

—

A dozen hands wake me up, hands pinching my nipples, grabbing at my breasts. It’s rougher than yesterday, but I don’t mind, even when the hands stretch my limbs out until my shoulders and hips strain. They pick me up and they tie me facedown again, spreading me out. Again, I can’t move much, and my cunt is exposed – to everyone on the street, since I’m now outside, on a bench that supports me but places me at the perfect height. I’m not sure when exactly we left the cool dark bedroom, but if I twist my head I can see a blue sky.

Someone off the street saunters up where I can’t see them and says something to the person who’s kneading my ass roughly with their hands, the same hands that had helped tie me down earlier. I hear something change hands, unsure whether it’s money or something else. It doesn’t matter much. The man from the street is standing between my legs, and he laughs when he slips his cock against me and feels that I’m wet. I’m not sure why I’m wet, either, but it doesn’t seem wrong to be.

He slaps my ass, hard, and for the first time since my finger-fucked scream yesterday I make a sound that isn’t just the drawn out, cock-drunk moans that have been coming out of my mouth. I yelp, and he laughs again before he thrusts his dick into me. I should be bruised and unwilling after yesterday, but I’m not; my cunt is ready for him, needs him, even if he is stretching me almost painfully. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulls my head up hard, and says I’m such a good girl, such a good girl, before he spills his cum inside me. When he pulls out, I feel it dripping down to pool on the bench under me, hot and sticky.

I don’t have much time to think about it before there’s another voice, another man, this time standing by my head and forcing between my lips. He fucks my mouth hard, much harder than anyone yesterday, his long cock choking me as it slams into my throat.

This one pulls out when he cums, splashing across my face, and I whine and try to lick up what I can, but when I look around I can see that there are others standing around me, regular people pausing as they walk to jerk their cocks in their fists. A man wearing a suit and a bright red tie strikes my face with an open palm while his friend, still carrying his briefcase in his other hand, slaps his dick on my cheek. Someone else cums onto my face, adding to the mess already dripping off me.

A hand pulls my hair roughly back, and my hands are released from their ties, but it only lasts long enough for two men to cum onto my tits. Someone slaps me again and by the time I stop seeing stars, I’m tied back down, new loads of cum coating my back, the round swell of my ass.

Another man wanders up and takes his turn at my cunt, his dick short but so thick. Another follows him, much bigger by far. He splits me open and wraps both hands around my throat; I can’t scream, but I cum on his huge cock, thrashing in my ties while voices laugh around me.

The next one chokes me even harder as he fucks my ass. There doesn’t seem to be lube involved this time but between the others’ cum and my own soaking wetness, he slides in smoothly, all the way. The emptiness of my cunt feels horrible, and without shame or thought I cry and beg for more. The man that obliges has his wife or girlfriend with him, a pretty dark-skinned woman; she holds my hair back and thrusts her fingers into my mouth as he fucks me.

Passerby stop and fill me, one after the other, a few of them climbing on top of me, though most just open their pants and slide into my cum-slicked cunt before going on their way. They don’t even have to bend their knees much with my holes positioned for convenience. A steady gush is dripping from me now, and with each new dick, each new burst of cum, I’m starting to feel more and more peacefully tired. I don’t even moan when someone shoves three of his fingers in my ass while he thrusts in my cunt; all I do is sigh around the cock in my mouth and swallow the hot load that comes a moment later.

They pull out, making cum leak from all my holes, and there’s quiet. I open one eye and can see that the sun is setting. Somebody strokes my neck and starts to wipe a warm wet cloth down my back. It takes a long time, with so much cum drenching me, and I moan when the cloth swipes over my sensitive cunt. Their hand, or someone else’s, is unable to keep from sliding fingers into me; I’m too tired to object.

They pull out before too long and resume wiping; it’s impossible to clean me off entirely, but the cloth does a decent job. I’m untied, and out of my blurring vision I can see people coming to lick the cum off my tits, laving my nipples with gentle tongues. Soft hands pick me up, carry me away.

—

No time seems to pass at all before I’m in a warm bath. The tub is huge, more like a hot tub than a bath tub, and there are people in the water with me, sponging me off and running their hands over me. There’s a ledge like a seat in the tub, and someone sits on it before pulling me onto their cock; even with the water, I’m stretched enough that they fill me smoothly, and I moan into someone else’s mouth as they kiss me softly, the first time anyone has kissed me this whole time.

A third person lifts my leg up and pours oil on me while the first thrusts shallowly inside me, and they pull a razor across my legs, leaving me smooth and slippery. The cock inside me doesn’t cum, or at least I don’t think it does; it’s still hard when the man turns me around and guides my mouth onto it, and the person with the oil shaves between my legs carefully from behind, then rinses me off and eases their fingers into me.

The two of them fuck me like that, gently, they and others holding me up in the water and touching me. Someone strokes my face and kisses my cheek as my lips slide easily over the dick in my mouth. The fingers inside me curve, and the orgasm that follows surprises me, a soft little one that hardly registers. But the man with his cock in my mouth seems to sense it, and he eases out, as do the fingers. Hands pet my wet hair as they lift me out of the tub.

They dry me off with a huge, thick towel, and as I sit in a soft chair wrapped in the towel and someone starts to dry my hair, another someone kneels between my legs and laps at my clit, my well-fucked cunt. Then they’re placing me in my soft bed, and their hands touch my smooth skin; they stroke me until I fall asleep.

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