My Heart’s Desire [Str8] [f4MMM] [buk] [fantasy] [reluc]

My name is Rachel. When I was 18, in my freshman year of college, I had a dream. In this dream, a woman asked me a simple question: “If I could give you your heart’s true desire, would you want it?” “Yes,” I said. She then gave me instructions: “Go to the library tomorrow, two hours before it closes, and sit in the corner closest to where the sun sets. The librarian will ask if she can help you. You should say, ‘I’m looking for a new view.’ She will walk away and leave you alone until it is time for closing. At closing time, she will ask you if you are still looking for a new view. If you want your heart’s desire to be given to you, answer ‘Yes.’ Do you have any questions?” Hesitantly, I asked, “Why the library? Why librarians?” She looked at me with a confused face and shrugged. “Also, let me just confirm some things: You are 5’6, 110 pounds, 34a, white skin, brown hair, and green eyes? And your favorite color is green? And you inserted 18 sharpies into your pussy for your 18th birthday?” Sheepishly, I answered “yes” to all her questions. “Okay then! Time to wake up!” And with that, I woke up.

So, off to the library I went that day. I got there two hours before closing and sat in the corner closest to where the sun sets. Sure enough, the librarian immediately came up to me and asked if she could help me. I told her I was looking for a new view. She grinned a bit and walked away. Finally, at closing, she asked if I was still looking for a new view, and I replied yes. But then she asked me another question: “What if you don’t like the new view?” She took off her glasses and let down her hair and I realized that she was the woman from my dream. My eyes widened and before I could answer, I felt myself becoming sleepy, and I fell over, asleep, in the corner of the library.

When I woke up, I had a new view. I was on a bed, in a room with many mirrors. I was naked and surrounded by … a lot of men, who were also naked. They were young men, old men, fat men, skinny men, muscular men … all kinds of men, too many to count. I was trembling. Then I heard the librarian’s familiar voice “What’s the difference between the dream world and this world? Do you know which world you’re in now? Does it matter? Your heart’s desire is the same as everyone else’s: To fuck. To reproduce. It’s in your DNA. I promised you what your heart wants … I didn’t say you’d get to choose. And what the heart wants … is not always what the mind wants. Every night, so long as your heart wants it, you will inhabit this realm and you will please these … men. Enjoy your heart’s desire.”

Before I could protest, the men closed in on me. They groped me, they grabbed my legs and spread them, they shoved their cocks in my face, and I felt this … tremendous energy between my legs. I tried screaming, but one of the men, an older one, more experienced, and fat, pulled me to the edge of the bed so that as my head hung upside down, I watched his scrotum press against my nose as I tasted his cock. Then I felt another man, a heavy one, climb on top of me and begin to fuck me. This … “abuse”, as I would have called it in that moment … lasted for several rounds. I think 5 different men had my mouth, and 5 different men had my pussy. I thought I was done. I was wrong. More men knelt beside me and came on me. I just closed my eyes and hugged myself as they splatter painted my body with their cum. I was crying as they did this. Eventually they stopped.

In that moment, I wasn’t in my body. I could see my tiny, pale white, nerdy little college freshman body lying there, covered in cum, sobbing.

The librarian returned. “You’re crying because there is a disconnect between your mind and your body. Your mind tells you this shouldn’t be happening. But this is what your heart wanted, not your mind. I read your heart very carefully. You aren’t enjoying this because your mind is getting in the way. Don’t judge yourself. Just enjoy what this realm has to offer.”

I then looked around at the men who stood around my bed. There were more men, with fresh cocks, and they were stroking. They stood there, silently. Slowly, I got up on my knees, and moved toward them. Without saying anything, I took two cocks in my hand.

“Stop!” the librarian shouted at me. “You’re still not sure, are you? Not 100%? Well then, I’ll let you decide, once and for all. Tell me that this is your heart’s desire … because if it’s not, then I will NEVER let you into this realm again.” Never. That word scared me. Never. I looked down at my tits and my stomach and my legs, all covered in cum. In the mirrors I saw what had just happened moments ago. I saw myself being spitroasted. I saw the cum flowing out of my pussy. I closed my eyes and said “… yes, this is my heart’s desire.” “Good,” said the librarian. “But your desire isn’t just to fuck, is it?” I looked at her intensely. “No … I also want to be adored.” “Attagirl,” she said.

She snapped her fingers and where I was kneeling a man positioned himself under me, with two more standing at my sides. “It’s your turn to do some work. Show us that this is your heart’s desire.” I smiled. Slowly I lowered my pussy onto the cock beneath me. Then I took the two cocks to my sides and stroked them. And then I smiled. I bounced and grinded on the cock while stroking the two men. I laughed as I saw the other men, all waiting for their turn, knowing they would be in me as soon as I milked every last bit of wonderful, delicious semen from his cock. I worked hard. I had never felt so powerful before. So free. In that realm, that night, I pleasured over 100 men. Every inch of my body, every hole, was covered in cum.

When I woke up, in the library again, I was naked … and still covered with all the cum! I began to panic. I checked the clock and only 5 minutes had passed since closing. I ran to the library bathroom, worried. My clothes had been folded neatly and left outside the door. I picked them up and went into the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror, cum-covered. Had I really done this? Did I really want this? To ruin myself? I closed my eyes and remembered the streams of cum that fell out of my pussy. I opened my eyes and raised my hand, fingers outstretched and shiny with milky white semen, in front of my face. Then I grinned. As I licked the cum off my fingers, I knew the answers to my questions. I had done this. I had wanted this. But I didn’t ruin myself; I felt more beautiful and complete than ever before.

EDIT: I made some minor grammatical edits about 10 minutes after posting.

EDIT 2: This is my first story, so please let me know via a private message if you have any comments, criticisms, or compliments. I am also open to creating stories with other people, so send me a message if you’d like to work with me.

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