I took the last swig from my bottle and chucked it on the passenger seat. Time for one last look in the mirror to picture my face, which tonight would be a blank canvas for some… creative modern art.
I took a quick “before” selfie.
Tonight, I was going to be the full centre of attention. Frank, the club president, had sent out flyers and organised some bookings. A basic cover charge really, just to cover the club expenses. I definitely was not in this for money. All I had to do was show up and, well… let the art happen, I guess.
The carpark was packed, I noted, and cars were still pulling in. Definitely at least double the usual Saturday crowd *and growing*, it seemed. Throbbing basslines rolled out into the night. A few regulars were hanging around smoking and drinking, I gave a simple nod of understanding as I walked by.
Yup, I’ll be your dumpster this evening, nothing to see here.
The club wasn’t the most up-scale venue, if an old warehouse could be called a “venue”, but I liked it here. I’d been to a few places on my journey of sexual exploration, and this place, well, it suited my tastes. Plus, it was clean, of course, and it wasn’t as pretentious as some of the more “commercial” establishments; more down to earth. No bar service and totally BYO meant less hassles with the authorities, and being in an industrial park meant no neighbours to complain.
The place also had a real “boy’s club” vibe to it, which explained the aggressively male-skewed ratio. This didn’t bother me too much, in fact quite the opposite; the place was a gym by day, and most of the members were in the game so to speak, and thinking about all those guys fucking me turned me on *massively.*
I crunched across the gravel and entered the office by the side door, where Frank was waiting nervously. “Hey, there you are!” he said with a hug. “You still up for this? There’s like, fifty guys out there ready to fuck.”
“You got my email?” I asked. I’d already sent through my written consent; club rules.
“Sure did. I’ll, uh, go get things started, see you on the other side!”
Music flooded in as he slipped out into the workshop. Between strobe flashes I caught a glimpse of the crowded “floor”, a montage of men in all shapes and sizes, as well as some of the regular girls making sure everyone was warmed up for the main event; *me*.
I took off my long coat and set it on the counter, checking my body – my full length canvas as it were – in the mirror. My tiny white string bikini traced the curve of my breasts and showed my tan lines a little, but I doubted anyone would care about those. I was hoping they’d be more focussed on filling me and showering me with… I shivered with excitement.
The bassline stopped abruptly and I heard Frank addressing the room. I closed my eyes, breathing in the atmosphere. Moments passed quickly, I heard my name, and the door opened to a round of applause and cheers.
The music started pounding again as I stepped through into the dimly lit workshop, surrounded on all sides by men in various stages of undress, and a few of the girls here and there. The next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur, like that sudden sense of autopilot when you’re called to give a speech unprepared.
Walking towards the black leather podium, eager hands reached out to touch me, squeezing my breasts and ass, and a few hungry mouths leaned in to suck on my nipples. I could feel hard cocks brushing against my waist, and as I pressed forward I made sure to give a gentle squeeze and tug to as many of these eager fellows as I could.
Some more adventurous hands palmed at my freshly waxed pussy, one or two fingers even slipped past the flimsy string bikini, searching deeper. I feigned surprise and pretended to slip, a few feet short of the podium. I “fell” to my hands and knees as a mock yell went up, and I found myself face to face with a sea of flesh. Dicks slapped against my face and ass, and some of the guys thought it would be a fun idea to pour their drinks over me.
“Here goes…” I thought, taking a deep breath. “No turning back now.”
Dripping wet and with a mouthful of beer and champagne, I grabbed the nearest cock in one hand, steadying myself with the other as I felt my knees being gently pushed wider from behind – they slid apart easily on the booze-covered concrete, and while I’d much rather the comfort of the leather fuck-podium, I really wanted to put on a show for the guys.
In front of me, the thick girth of an uncut dick filled my grip completely. A steady hand grabbed my hair and pulled me forward as I guided him into my mouth, sloshing booze around his dick with my tongue and then, gripping his balls gently, I spat the liquid along his full length and opened my mouth wide to receive him slowly into the back of my throat. He pulled me gently but firmly until my face pressed against his pelvis, and then he held me down there, and even though I’d practiced at home, I couldn’t supress my gag reflex after a few seconds. At that moment he released his grip and withdrew, I spat and gasped for air, before he pressed down again, and started to fuck my drooling mouth face.
I felt the urgent pressure of a cock being rubbed up and down my pussy, parting my smooth lips which were swollen with arousal and slickened with the booze that still flowed over me mixing with my own juices. Hands grabbed at my wet body all the time, and while I tried to keep all of my attention on the man in front of me, I had to glance back with a moan of approval as I felt the man behind me push forward, my cunt stretching open to receive his ample length. Somewhere, a camera flashed, or was it the strobes?
The girls had been busy edging the crowd into a frenzy before I’d even arrived, so it didn’t take very long before I felt the grip on my hair tighten and seconds later, with a grunt from above, a huge load gushed down the back of my throat, followed by three more in quick succession as he withdrew. I couldn’t hold it all in as he pulled out and I coughed up a river of cum and spit which poured down my chin and over my tits. One of the girls took a sharpie and drew a jagged line on my forehead between thrusts from behind. Score 1 for the evening!
I had less than a second to catch my breath before another cock appeared, hovering eagerly in front of me, then I felt a powerful grip around the base of my skull. I looked up and could tell this man meant business, a look of stern concentration furrowed his brow. Already ready to blow he jacked himself hard, rubbing the tip of his cock over my lips. I squeezed his ass with my free hand and parted my mouth, leaning forward slightly to wrap my lips over his tip with a flickering tongue. This did the trick and he groaned loudly, pulling my head back as he shot rope after rope over my face, hair and neck. I felt a salty sting in my eyes and scooped it out with my finger, sucking it clean before slurping his now-spent cock deep into my throat, letting my lips grip along his shaft to clean off any stray drops of cum as he pulled away for the last time.
Two more guys appeared in front of me, even more pent up than the last. The guy on the left had seen enough and released himself all over me, and I squeezed my kegels, tightening my cunt around the dick that was fucking me. The grip around my waist tightened the dude hammered harder, more urgently, and then with slow, deliberate thrusts I shuddered as I felt his warm eruption flowing into me.
I adjusted my position, kneeling upright as another set of ropes splashed over my chest from the right. I rubbed the sticky mess all over my tits as I stood with a theatrical twirl, showing off my glazed face and breasts to my eager audience. The sharpie appeared, and drew three more strokes alongside the first, and one long horizontal stroke. Five minutes in, and five guys down already. At this rate we’d be done in under an hour, but I felt like I was only just getting warmed up.
I grabbed the nearest two dicks, feeling both men grow even harder in my cum-slicked hands, and made my way slowly backwards towards the podium, steering the larger of the two cocks into my cum-soaked pussy and the other toward my cum-drenched face as I laid back in comfort on the soft leather cushion, legs wide open, an endless sea of dicks approaching from all sides.
Before long, things settled into sort of a routine and I just lay back enjoying the experience. As each cock released itself over me and rope after rope of cum coated my body and blew into my cunt, I was becoming well glazed. Layers of cum were oozing out of my pussy and into my asscrack, and more than one guy had already “accidentally-on-purpose” hit the “wrong hole”. I’d was prepared for this, and the next time I felt the sudden pressure against my tight butthole, I feigned shock, and the guy went back to pumping my pussy, quickly filling my tight opening with his load, but I was ready to shake things up a little.
Wordlessly, I motioned for a guy to lay back on the podium, and with his straining cock jutting proudly upwards I climbed astride. Guiding him deep into my cunt I leaned forward and arched my back, spreading my cum-slicked asshole wide as an invitation. Clearly the invitation was too much for some, and I took some collateral ropes over my asshole and back before I felt someone rubbing cum from my pussy and inserting it into my ass with a gently probing finger. Another load splashed over my face and shoulder as I felt the man behind now pushing into my ass with his cock. I pushed back gently, there was a slight resistance but I’d been practicing, so there was barely any pain as I gave way, driving both cocks into me with an animal moan of satisfaction.
I took another dick down my throat, and the sensations of being fucked and filled to overflowing from all angles was beyond description. One man after another used me and showered me with their tributes, I lost count of how many times I came, and as I came my pussy would spasm, overflowing with small bubbling jets of cum in return. A couple of the girls joined me on the podium, they would alternate between fluffing the guys and licking up and down my body, and though they received their own fair helping, I was undoubtedly the star attraction of the evening. I was a living, breathing work of art.
Word must have spread, or perhaps some guys came back for seconds, because they drilled me in that warehouse for hours. Finally, when only a small handful of guys remained, I knelt on the cum-slicked concrete as they encircled me, taking rope after rope over my body and my eagerly open mouth. I swallowed in one big gulp, then stood proudly, dripping from head to toe and from every hole.
There was a respectful applause from the crew that still lingered, and I snatched up the towel, making my way on trembling legs back to the office.
I guess I could tick that fantasy off my cum-bucket list, I reflected briefly as I took one last selfie in the mirror before cleaning up for the night, and wondered what my next big adventure would be.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jm7bgh/dumpster_dreaming_part_1_fpov_mmmmmmmf
This was very good and very clever.
Enjoy your accidental multiple gold lol.