by Lacey Kane
Will smacked my ass sharply and thrust into me harder even than before. “Watch it.” He pounded me, and I moaned, but lifted my head again to watch the porno on the big screen.
They flogged Bonnie over and over again, all over her body, leaving red marks. Every time they struck her, she cried out. At first it sounded like pain, but the more they hit her, the more it was like she was getting off on it. They called her slut and whore and bitch, while they put blow after blow to her body. Especially her breasts and ass and sex.
The camera moved in closer, focusing on her sex, and it was dripping wet, glistening on film. Somehow, a new flood of moisture ran between my legs at the sight, and Will ramped up his thrusts like he was about to come.
One of the men reached between Bonnie’s legs and frigged her, and she came. While she was still in the throes of her orgasm, the actor on the porno shoved his entire fist inside her, and Will shot his load into me with a shout.
After he was done, he pulled the used condom off and disposed of it, then slapped my ass three more times and shoved his tongue in my slit. I tried to move away from his tongue and teeth, but I couldn’t move a muscle…just had to take it. He almost had me to another orgasm when he stopped and joined the other guys on the couch, all of them stroking their cocks and watching the porno and me, alternately.
All I could do was watch Bonnie. Now they had her suspended by ropes from the ceiling. She had weights clamped to her breasts and a hook in her ass, and a cock in both her mouth and her sex while the other three men flogged her.
Chase stood up and moved to a table, catching my attention. He picked up a flogger and set it on the floor beside me. Tingles of anticipation raced through me, joining the massive pile of horny need. Was he going to flog me? Did I want him to? Then he put a condom on his cock and moved behind me. He slammed into my aching sex before I could prepare myself, and I called out in shock.
He fucked me at a frantic pace, matching the thrusts going into Bonnie. When the scene changed, and she was tied to the floor with her ass straight up in the air, being pounded in a way that looked like it might snap her neck if they pounded her any harder, Chase pulled out of my sex and started fucking my ass. He put something up against my clit, and it buzzed to life, vibrating me to another screaming orgasm. It had to be the same wand thing from earlier, on the table. Nothing had ever gotten me to come as fast or as hard as that thing before.
Through two more scenes of Bonnie’s adventures, Chase hammered into me, never moving the vibe from my clit. I don’t know how many times I came. I lost count, and might have even lost consciousness briefly. Finally, he came. When he pulled out, I hoped I might get a reprieve. But Chase had hardly taken a step away from me when another cock moved into my aching sex.
I tried to look behind me and see who it was, but Will had hold of my hair and was shoving his massive cock in my mouth. I couldn’t see Bonnie and her men any more, but I could sure as hell hear all the squealing, grunting, slapping, gurgling, sloshing noises. But then again, some of those were probably coming from me and the four men in the room with me.
The man inside me came, and then Will replaced him, and the vibe came back to my clit, and I was like a Fuck-Me-Go-Round with orgasms hitting me over and over so fast, I couldn’t keep them separate any longer, and cocks fucking in my mouth, my ass, my sex, my mouth…until it was just Josh slamming into me from behind while we watched Bonnie getting her gang bang. For a while, she was getting the Fuck-Me-Go-Round treatment, too, though she wasn’t tied down while doing it.
I didn’t need the vibe any more. The tiniest movement was all it took to send me into another tidal wave of jangling ecstasy. It was happening with almost every thrust, it seemed like.
“God, I love your cunt,” Josh grunted. Nearly each word came with another shove into my exhausted body.
Bonnie repositioned again, and Josh’s cock tightened within me. He was getting close.
“Watch this part closely,” he ordered, and I struggled to do what he wanted.
She’d climbed on top of one man, who was fucking up into her like a battering ram. Another man climbed on top of her and started hammering into her ass. A third man positioned himself by the headboard of the bed and brought her mouth down on him, forcing her to suck him off. But they weren’t done there. Another man kneeled between the legs of the fuck sandwich.
“See that, Tara?” Josh slowed his pace, bringing me back slightly from my next impending orgasm. “She’s gonna take two cocks in that pussy, one in the ass, and one in the mouth.”
I didn’t think that was possible.
But then he positioned himself and pushed forward, and she stretched to take him, screaming in pleasure against the mouth fucking she was getting.
The four of them battered her, fucking her senseless through three orgasms. I came again each time she did.
Finally, she was spent and the closing credits rolled. Josh thrust into me three more times, then shot his hot cum up inside me.
A few minutes later, my four men were unhooking me from the contraption. Thank god. I didn’t think I’d ever been on my knees for that long before. I know I’d never been fucked so thoroughly before, or for so long.
Josh pulled me to my feet and held me up with his hands kneading my ass, then kissed me again like he’d done earlier. I kissed him back, though my mouth and jaw were insanely sore from all the blow jobs I’d given tonight.
“So, here’s the deal. We’re all gonna get some sleep, rest up so we can fuck some more, and then later, the four of us are going to fuck you like that.”
“What?” I practically shouted. Just because a porn star could get through that without being ripped in half, that didn’t mean I could.
Josh winked. “You know you want it. You got off like crazy watching that.” After taking me to the bathroom so I could relieve myself and get a quick shower, he picked me up and carried me to the couch. Chase and Eric were busy pulling out the sofa bed. Once it was out, Josh laid me on it on my back. I tried to get up, but all four of them grabbed me. Each took a limb, and they fastened my cuffs to the four corners of the bed, so I was spread out like an X.
While Josh shoved some sort of egg-shaped vibrating thing deep inside my sex, leaving a cord hanging out, Will went over to the Blu-Ray player and put something else in. He hit play, Chase and Eric covered me with a blanket, and Josh held up a red ball gag.
“What? No.” I pressed my lips closed. No way was I going to lay there with a gag in all night. My jaw was already killing me.
He pinched me nose, shutting off my airway. Once I couldn’t hold my breath any more, I tried to take a quick breath and close my mouth again right away, but he forced it between my teeth and buckled it behind my head.
“Night night,” Josh said as they all four left the room. He flipped the light switch off, just as Bonnie’s Hockey Road Trip came on.
It started with Bonnie tied up and stretched out in a locker room, with a bunch of men paddling her with hockey sticks. When they started to fuck her with the huge blade end of the goal stick, I came on a long moan.
It was going to be a long night.
The night was still pitch black outside when they came back into the room, four big, strong men with equally big cocks standing at the ready.
I was on my fourth Bonnie film of the night—Will had apparently loaded the whole Blu-Ray carousel full of Bonnie movies, all of them featuring Bonnie being flogged, spanked, tied up, held down, and forced to fuck multiple cocks at once.
I’d lost track long ago of how many times I’d come while watching. All I knew was that there was a very wet pillow beneath my head from all of my drool, and the bed was a sopping wet mess beneath my sex.
Right now, I was watching Bonnie Takes the Subway. Josh, Will, Chase, and Eric came in while Bonnie was hanging from belts, spread eagle across the subway aisle, connected to the luggage rack overhead. She had a massive cock in her mouth, another ramming into her sex, and both male and female onlookers
were pinching and slapping at her available flesh.
And me? Well, I was on the verge of yet another orgasm, despite the fact that all of my beers from last night were pressing against my bladder, desperately trying to break free.
The guys sat down on the bed all around me, and pulled the blanket off of me. I was so oversexed that I’d been sweating beneath the blankets. The cool air left my sweaty body shivering, but then their hands and mouths were all over me, all of them at the same time. They were massaging my very tired muscles, rubbing my breasts and sex, pressing fingers into my asshole, licking my salty skin.
When the men on the subway train with Bonnie pulled out floggers and started striking her with them, the men in the room with me intensified their torment of my body. My writhing against my bonds and moaning increased, but it wasn’t the teeth on my tits or the tongue on my clit that had me bucking my hips up off the bed. That was from the firm pressure of a huge hand on my lower abdomen, squeezing on my bladder.
“You’re liking this, huh, baby?” Josh grinned down at me while he pinched the nipple he’d just been feasting on.
I couldn’t deny it, but I couldn’t quite agree with it either. I needed to pee so damn bad, but I needed to come just as bad. I just whimpered into my gag more frantically and wished he’d take it out so I could tell him how full my bladder was.
Chase lifted his head from my other breast. “Maybe she wants to try some pain play.”
“You think she’s ready?” Josh sounded doubtful. I was with him, not that I could voice my opinion on the matter.
Will looked up from between my legs, where he was studiously finger fucking my ass. “Have you felt how wet these sheets are? She’s been watching this and getting off on it like crazy. She wants it.”
My eyes bulged, but they didn’t pay me any heed. Josh moved a hand down to my gaping sex and thrust his fingers inside me until they bumped against the dancing egg. It pressed against my g-spot, and I thrashed up in another blinding orgasm.
“All right. You’re right, she’s ready.” Josh pushed the egg hard, so that it stayed tight against my g-spot. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and kissed my cheek. “Look at me, Tara.”
In the throes of my apparently unending orgasm, I struggled to comply.
“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m proud of you.” His baby blue eyes were hard with need, but held such sincerity that I melted. He was proud of me. I was making him proud. I soared a little higher on his praise.
That didn’t last long though, when all four men got up off the bed. When they came back, they had floggers of various sizes.
Josh winked at me, and then swung his long flogger, landing a stinging blow to my breasts. My eyes watered and I cried out in pain.
“Come as often as you need to through this, Tara.”
Come? I didn’t think that was possible.
And then the blows started coming down like a deluge, from every direction, on every square inch of my front side. They stung at first, and then the pain turned to more a dull thud spreading all over my entire body. Swing after swing from four men landed in my most intimate places, and then pain turned to a sort of needy pleasure somewhere along the line.
“Focus on her cunt and her tits.”
I didn’t know who said it. I didn’t care. I was too caught up in the warm wave of rising tension spreading from my belly out to my breasts and toes and aching shoulders.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Each blow landed like a zing to my clit, and then I fell overboard, screaming into the hole left by my just released gag and incognizant of the drool that was pouring out of my mouth in a flood.
“I’d say she’s as ready as she’ll ever be.”
The cord of the egg was pulled, and the whole thing slipped free from my sex. My hands and ankles were released, and Josh picked me up in his arms. I tingled everywhere, and it was all I could do to hold onto him as he carried me, my head lolling against his shoulder. It felt so good in his arms. Warm and safe, and so cared for.
He put me down on a clean, dry bed, then climbed in beside me, laying on his back. In an instant, he’d pulled me over him and had his huge, hard cock deep inside me. Josh pulled my knees up by my sides and held them there, spreading me wide.
I’d hardly adjusted to having him in me when another cock pressed against my asshole, the weight of its owner pushing down against my back and driving me further onto Josh’s cock—and making the need to pee almost more than I could bear. Now didn’t seem like the best time to beg for a bathroom break, though. In no time, he was balls deep inside me, filling me fuller than I’d ever been before. I felt stretched to my absolute limit, but I knew they weren’t done yet.
I tried not to think about that, or about the need to relieve myself, but just enjoy the fucking I was receiving.
Those two moved in and out of me, creating an insane friction against the tiny membrane between the two holes. They were grunting and I was moaning, and the room was filled with the wet, sticky thwapping sounds coming from their balls slapping against me. Each thrust slammed against my overtaxed bladder, and I cried out, but they only thrust harder.
They stilled within me, and I tensed. I knew what that meant.
“Relax, baby,” Will said from above me. No wonder I felt so full already. The two biggest cocks out of the four of them were already deep within me. He reached his hands around my chest and started tweaking my hyper-sensitive, freshly whipped nipples. “Don’t think about it. Just think about how good this feels.”
Fingers probed my vaginal entrance, stretching me until tears came to my eyes. The head of a cock forced its way inside, and my tears flowed freely. I was so wet that he easily pressed in all the way, and then all three cocks were fucking me like there was no tomorrow.
Amidst all of that, Eric came and positioned himself by my head, locking both hands into my hair and drawing my mouth repeatedly over his cock.
After a few minutes of this insane fuck-fest, my sex had finally stretched to truly accommodate all of the cocks that were thrusting repeatedly into me. My tears stopped, and my cries turned to need.
Then Will changed his angle, and pressed both hands and all of his weight down on the small of my back. The combination of that and the angle of their cocks driving into me put way too much pressure on my bladder, and I thought it would burst.
I tried to call out, tried to beg them to stop, or at least to reduce the pressure on my bladder, but Eric’s cock was so deep down my throat that I couldn’t even breathe. I flailed my arms, trying to get their attention, but Chase grabbed hold of my wrist restraints and held them behind me, using them to gain more leverage for his thrusting.
When Eric pulled out, I gasped for air and tried to speak, but he slammed his cock back into my mouth before I got more than “I—” out. The same process happened over and over again, and I thought I’d go mad. Either that or lose control of myself and pee all over them.
Another orgasm was building within me somehow, and the four cocks thrusting into me increased in tempo. I could feel them stretching, tightening, preparing to shoot their loads. It couldn’t happen soon enough.
Will exploded first, shooting his cum deep into my ass and calling out before collapsing his considerable weight on top of me. That triggered the rest of their orgasms, with Eric holding out the longest. By the time he finished spurting streams of sticky, salty cum into my mouth, the rest of the men had stilled.
Will’s weight was still pressing down on my bladder.
I quickly swallowed and squirmed frantically. “I need!” Words failed me and my throat was raw. “I need to pee!”
Josh chuckled from beneath me and looked at me with a sated smile. “That’s what you’ve been trying to tell us?”
None of them made a move to release me, though.
“Fuck. Hurry,” I almost begged.
Slowly, languidly, they disentangled themselves from me. Josh didn’t let me stand up, though. He picked me up again and carried me into the bathroom
. The other three followed. I didn’t care anymore if they watched me pee. I’d been far more embarrassed and humiliated than that over the course of the last few hours.
But he didn’t put me on the toilet. Josh stood me up in the shower. I dazedly realized I was still wearing the heels I’d arrived in, even after all the crazy positions they’d put me in. I looked at him, bewildered. What the hell did he want me to do?
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby, and hold onto the curtain rod for balance.”
I did as he wanted, barely able to reach the rod with my legs wide, even with the heels. Once I was in place, he used his bare hand to spank my clit repeatedly. I screamed, and my urine fled from my body, and I experienced another orgasm then and there before collapsing on the shower floor.
After my urinating-in-the-shower, clit-spanking orgasm, Josh helped me to stand while we showered together. He washed me all over, head to toe, soaping and sudsing and scrubbing me everywhere. Before we were done, he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, and fucked me slowly, sweetly, standing up. Then he washed me again for good measure.
When we got out, the other guys had left us alone in the bedroom. I was more than okay with that. As intense as the experience had been to that point, I was on sensory overload.
He dried me off, put the leather restraints back on my wrists and ankles but left the heels off, and put me in his bed, then climbed in behind me. We spooned, naked, and slept.
I woke sometime after the sun rose with his cock pounding into my ass like a jackhammer. My wrists and ankles had been attached to some sort of metal bar that had me doubled over, spread wide, with my ass in the air. And, oh yeah, a gag was in my mouth again, some wadded up cloth held in place by duct tape.
I moaned from the assault, both in pleasure and pain.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said from above, and increased the pace of his pounding. He only lasted a few minutes longer, thank goodness. After he filled me with his cum, he lay down behind me and fondled my breasts.
