by Nina DeRosa
Another earthquake-like tremor made its way up my body from in between my legs, and it escaped through my lips as a scream of ecstasy as my huge-shafted friend pounded deep into me one last time. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and as his strokes slowed to a languid pace, I started to feel the new, hot slickness inside me.
I felt his seed filling me almost to the brim, and I knew that, when he pulled out, I was going to be a dripping mess for the rest of the night. God damn he felt good, though! This was what I wanted, what I’d been praying for all night. He was the first of many—the first of all the potent young me to take me—and I’d loved it. I could feel his seed inside me, and even though I knew it was impossible and that I couldn’t really feel it, it certainly felt like his sperm was slowly making its way up into me. I could feel myself contracting gently, helping it along its way. God, he was good looking… I hoped his sperm would win the eventual race.
“Ooh, looks like Bill got ya good, sweetie,” cooed my still unnamed lover as he came around beside me. He wiped the trail of cum off my cheek with one finger before continuing.
“Jenny, you treat her real good now, okay babe?” he said in a light-hearted voice—almost as if sharing an inside joke—and the blonde winked back at him before returning her attention to my breasts.
“Hey, what the fuck are you guys doing?” she suddenly yelled. “Why am I alone over here? There’s a goddamned sexy woman tied down and begging you to fuck her, and you’re getting snacks? There’s something seriously wrong with all of you! Jesus Christ, get over here and cum inside her already!”
I burst out laughing at her outcry, but my laughter was suddenly cut short as she unhooked the last two clasps of my corset, yanked it out from beneath me, and then leaned in and kissed me. She unhooked her red bra as she leaned in, and her firm—and probably fake, I thought—tits pressed against my perfectly legit ones as her lips found mine, Her tongue probed inside my mouth. She was exploring me—tasting me, even—and I suddenly realized that in all the swinging parties I’d been to, I’d never actually been with another woman before.
Without releasing my lips from her thrall, Jenny cupped my breasts in her hands and rolled my nipples in between her fingers in a way that sent a surge of electricity both up and down my spine. If I hadn’t been wet enough already, I would have been practically gushing now. I screamed in pleasure as she excited every nerve in my body at once. Whoever took me next was bound to find me very receptive, I thought. I could feel myself contracting rhythmically, and my hips seemed to roll of their own accord against nothing. I was so close to orgasm that there’s no way I was going to make it through another man fucking me without reaching climax.
A new wave of sexy recruits swarmed around me, and my bound, already cum-drenched hands quickly found new suitors. I grabbed them tightly now, and I didn’t care if I was being a little rough. Whatever conscious, rational humanity I’d brought with me to the party was pushed away by animal desires—by the overwhelming urge to be taken by everyone, to take their seed inside me, to be bred by every last one of them—and my mind was drowning in a sea of pleasure.
My animal side wasn’t shy about what it wanted, either: it wanted to fuck every last person in this room, and to keep on fucking until it was finally satisfied… until I’d had my fill of every man in the room and until every man in the room had filled me.
Someone—damned if I knew who anymore—thrust himself into my sopping wet, cum-filled pussy and began to pound away at me like there was no tomorrow. He didn’t even care that I’d already been taken or that I was dripping all over the floor. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him, and as he stroked deep into me, my brain decided to check out for a smoking break.
It was as if I was watching myself from somewhere beyond my body. I was floating about five feet above myself, a bit off to the side, and watching myself cry out over and over in ecstasy. Could people hear me from the street? I had to be louder than the music now. Somehow, the idea of someone walking past the house and getting to hear just how much fun I was having made it even hotter to me. God, I was sexy, but more than sexy… I was perfect for this. Large, full breasts, wide curvy hips and a slender waist—the perfect hourglass figure—I was made for bearing children, and I don’t just mean because I’m a woman. I wanted a baby, and I was built perfectly to bear it. All I needed was man’s seed, and tonight, I would finally get it.
My skin was slick with a glistening sheen of sweat, and even though I was outside myself, I could feel the heat as every nerve in my body ignited. Helen was playing with my clit as a tall, handsome man with blond hair and chiseled abs fucked me. He finished inside me, and I heard my ecstatic whimpering echo around me through the foggy euphoria as hot spurts shot into me. Yes… yes! God, it felt so good!
People blurred in and out through the haze of ecstasy, trading out at my hands, muffling my delighted screams by taking my mouth, fucking me over and over and over, sometimes coming inside me and other times on my belly, and all I could think was how incredibly amazing every last bit of it felt. Cum mixed with cum inside me, my own body churning it and pulling it in, grasping greedily at it. There were no hot spots anymore, no spurts of cum inside me. I was drenched, completely filled now. There were no empty spots left to cover, no room left for anything else. It was beautiful!
Suddenly, I was back inside myself again, as if yanked back from outside vantage point by a shepherd’s crook. There was something brewing inside me—a storm of pleasure perhaps—that grew stronger and stronger with each stroke of the man’s shaft deep inside me.
My body was burning. I felt like I was going to actually catch fire! I moaned ardently into the shaft making its way in and out of my mouth, and my body convulsed in pleasure as whoever was down there pounded deep and hard into me, stretching me wide and filling me completely. I wished I could see around the guy monopolizing my mouth, but he wasn’t done yet, and frankly I was enjoying the surprise.
Whoever was fucking me was wonderful, and I absolutely intended to give him my number later.
I wrapped my lips tightly around the shaft in my mouth and arched my neck so that I took the entire shaft in my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the base of his engorged head, I felt the tell-tale throb against my lips. A moment later, he gasped as he came deep in my mouth, and I did my best to keep up with him and slurp down every last hot, salty drop.
The haze of delights was starting to overtake me, though… my still unidentified lover was driving me out to sea and into the looming storm. I couldn’t stop shaking, and my breathing was coming in fits and starts. I couldn’t even get my screams out anymore! They kept catching in my throat and coming out as ragged gasps and whimpers instead.
“I can’t wait anymore! Who the hell is that? God that feels so fucking good!”
I pushed my oral lover away, looked down to see who the incredible man between my legs was, and my heart skipped a beat.
Tony smiled and winked at me.
“Thought you’d like it if I finished last, honey,” he said, giving me that goddamned adorable wink of his, and then in one quick, fluid stroke, he penetrated deep into me again.
My mind exploded into thousands of tiny shards like a mirror struck by an orgasmic hammer.
My screams finally freed themselves from my throat, and they flowed one after the next out of my body, wrenching loose tiny pieces of my soul as they passed. Sweat poured down my body and my body convulsed and writhed against the table with each scream.
Wave after wave of heavenly, agonizing ecstasy crashed over me, and each one reignited the fire on my skin just as it seemed like it was about to burn out. My throat was hoarse from screaming, and my mind was starting to feel hazy. I might pass out, I realized. I may very well pass out!
Tony kept pounding into me again and again, dragging out my orgasm and pushing me to my very limits, and a black ring was starting to encroach on my vision. It felt absolutely incredible!
“Holy shit,” I thought as my eyes
slowly rolled back in my head. “I’m actually going to—“
I passed out from pleasure—my first time ever—before I even managed to finish the thought.
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I had no idea how much time had passed when I finally found my way back out of the fog of pleasure, but I was completely exhausted and actually felt sore. A smile flitted across my face; it’d been a long time since sex made me sore, and this was the best kind of soreness.
“Hey sweetie,” whispered Tony from beside me. I was still tied to the table, but he sat next to me—now fully clothed—with a soft, caring smile on his face. “Glad to see your back.”
Two more of my handsome young lovers came to my side and started to untie my wrists and ankles. Jennyu handed me a towel, and then she took another one herself and vigorously rubbed me down, trying her best to clean me up as she helped me up from the table. Even with as much cum as had made its way inside me, there were still several more loads speckled all over my breasts, face, and belly.
A wave of applause nearly deafened me as I wobbled to my feet. My head was spinning in confusion as I stood naked in the center of the crowd. I could feel all of their seed inside me, still slowly dripping down and out of me. God, they really did fill me up, didn’t they?
Tony kissed me on the cheek, and I wrapped an arm around him to stabilize myself.
“You were incredible, Penelope! Absolutely amazing!” exclaimed the other, dark-haired college girl, and she ran up and gave me a huge hug that nearly knocked me off my feet again.
“Err… thanks! It felt great,” I babbled, and I turned my attention to one of the men who came up to shake my hand. Had I somehow won a pageant while passed out? I felt my cheeks flush as the smile grew wider and wider. I’d certainly won something, alright, if the wet warmth inside me was anything to judge by.
I waved absentmindedly to everyone as my post-orgasmic euphoria mixed with the sounds of the cheers and applause around me, and my husband wrapped me in a bathrobe.
Modesty somewhat restored, my eyes focused on the snack table they’d set up for the party, and the first thing I wondered was what my first crave would be.
THE END
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An excerpt from Submissive Dina at the Office…
Marcus fastened the collar snugly—but not uncomfortably tightly—around my neck. He closed the golden lock with a firm click, and I immediately knew my place again.
“Now you will call me Master again,” said my Master in a quiet, even tone. “Get up.”
I rose to my feet and stood before him, my hands clasped behind my back, as he looked me up and down. I was wearing my usual office attire: black heels and stockings, a pinstriped black pencil skirt, and a white blouse. My blond hair was tied back in its usual ponytail and hung a quarter of the way down my back.
“Do you know why I called you up here, Slave?”
“No, Master.”
I answered him quietly and kept my head up and my hands clasped tightly behind my back as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. My nerves sang at his touch as the first button came loose, then the second, the third…
By the fourth button, it was everything I could do not to tremble in excitement and desire.
“I want your services in the meeting this afternoon. You will do what I tell you to do.”
As the final button came loose, my Master slowly pulled my blouse down my arms and removed it. He draped my blouse over his shoulder and began to walk around me in a circle, inspecting me, and more… admiring me. I could almost feel his approval, and as he stared at my breasts—perky and firm beneath my white bra—I knew he was still pleased with me.
“Take off you bra and hand it to me.”
Without a word, I reached behind my back and unhooked the clasp. I’d hoped, secretly, that he would remove it himself. The feeling of his soft hands against my back—the brief and erotic titillation as he unhooked my bra—was a huge turn-on to me. However, the Master’s orders were what they were, and my role was to serve and to please.
I slowly slid the straps down my shoulders, letting them delicately fall down my arms, and then my breasts hung free as I handed the skimpy white undergarment to him. My breasts weren’t particularly big, at least in my opinion, but my Master had told me many times before how much he liked them. They were, as he said, “Perfectly suited for his hands,” and more, he knew I was perfectly pliant to his demands.
My Master returned to his gleaming mahogany desk, opened the top left drawer, and then tucked my bra into it.
“I will return it to you in time, Slave,” he said as he came back and walked behind me.
I tried my best not to make a sound as he ran his hands down my body, starting at my neck and then tracking softly down my shoulders and back. The tips of his fingers sent glorious tingles through my body, and I couldn’t help but shiver as a particularly wonderful one shot up my spine.
He took my hands firmly in his and crossed them behind my back, and then my mind did a sudden somersault as I felt the fabric of my blouse against my wrists. He was binding my wrists with my own shirt!
Without a word, he turned and pointed beneath his desk. I stared back at him in silent confusion, not completely certain of what he wanted of me.
“Get on your knees underneath my desk, Slave,” he finally said, but there was no malice or anger in his voice. There was never malice in my Master’s voice—just calm, collected orders and straight words that meant exactly what he said. He let his body language tell me his other thoughts, and I was excited by where I thought this was going.
I walked to his desk and sat on my knees beneath it. I had to bend my back slightly so that I fit, and while it wasn’t exactly comfortable, I knew I could handle it. I didn’t even need to think about it, truthfully; my Master wouldn’t have told me to do it if he didn’t think I could, and I trusted him.
“Slave… there will be a meeting starting soon,” he said, crouching down before me to make eye contact. “There will be several other businessmen here to discuss a project with me.”
“What do you wish of me, Master?”
“You will pleasure me throughout the entire meeting,” he ordered, his voice straight, clear, and to the point. “If you make a noise, I will punish you later. I may even punish you in front of everyone in the meeting, actually. I haven’t decided yet. Either way, do not make a noise.”
“Yes, Master,” I answered, and I nodded in consent. There was no choice, no decision to be made. He had decided, and his wish was mine to fulfill.
“I will reward you after the meeting,” he concluded.
He sat down in his desk chair, pushed himself in—trapping me in the gap between his legs and the mahogany backing of his desk with my wrists still bound tightly behind me—and then unzipped his trousers. After a few minor adjustments to his briefs, his enormous erection sprang from his lap as if it was spring-loaded.
“Just like I remembered it,” I thought, silly thought though it was. I still remembered it from our first time—from every time after that as well—and I remembered how amazing it had been.
He broke me in gently our first time—on top of this very desk, actually—and then each time after that was more and more intense, more amazing than the time before. He held me down the second time and handcuffed me to the chair on the third, but each time, he satisfied my desires so completely, so thoroughly that I wanted nothing more than to satisfy him back. On the fourth time, he offered me my collar, and I accepted it more than willingly.
I heard the office door open, and as m
y Master greeted the unknown guest, he pushed his chair in just a few inches further, sandwiching me completely between his legs. That was his sign for me to get to my task, and I lowered my lips to his cock.
It felt so obscenely devious—so dangerous—for me to be doing this. An unsuspecting coworker sat mere inches away from me while I ran my lips sensuously up and down my Master’s shaft with my hands bound tightly behind my back!
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