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.