by Lexi Cross
“Oh...fuck,” he sputtered, falling back a step, “suck it all back, every drop...”
I put my hands on his hips, pulling him closer to me and gave his cock a final deep plunge down my throat, swallowing the first of at least four loads of cum I would have tonight. I was energized, my body felt light and alive with pleasure; I was ripe for more action---whatever Daniel could dream up.
My mouth was free for the first time, and I had two throbbing tools right over me, dripping a steady stream of precum all over my lips. I grabbed the biggest one---why not, it was my night---and sucked it into my mouth, eliciting a groan from its owner. The surreal daze had worn off and I was electrified; squeezing the cock deep inside me, trying to coax forth a gushing of cum to relieve the pressure on my aching pussy.
Daniel’s fingers were on my clit, rubbing it in merciless slow circles while I was being stretched and pounded from every other direction. He knew my body, and could make me respond almost effortlessly. I couldn’t hold out much longer---and he knew it---he was as much in control of my pleasure the rest of the men in the room, their delicious punishment for my provocative display.
“Ohhh....god, baby please----you’re gonna make me cum!”
I had no choice now, his fingers were demanding and insistent, rubbing my engorged clit hard and fast. I felt my muscles contracting, gripping tight around the thick shaft invading my hole; and a torrent of pussy juice drenched the cock inside me.
The men became a blur; a wild pack of wolves devouring a live meal. A flood of semen sprayed my face and lips, I felt the man behind me pull his cock out, leaving my pussy empty, raw and craving.
“Mmmm...come here, give me some MORE!”
My temporary lovers were happy to oblige, and I felt myself being unbound, and lifted up effortlessly, as they flipped my like a rag doll onto my back. My ankles were free this time, and the restraints attached to my wrists, securing them over my head. My legs were flung up to my shoulders, and I could feel another cock bearing down on me, shoving its way into my overflowing pussy.
“Yesss....fuck me hard, fuck me!! I wanna feel all of your cum on me, spilling out of me and all over my face,” I was panting, consumed by raw lust; “give me all of that cock, I wanna feel it!”
And he did, again and again; pummeling into me with abandon, pumping towards his inevitable climax. I was hungry for it now, my pussy a vessel to be filled and presented to my lover. He was ready, I could feel it, and I stuffed my mouth with the closest dick, feeling another gush of molten liquid pouring all over my tits, dripping off of me onto the table below.
“Ohhhh, god yes!! Fuck, it hurts but it feels so good inside me...”
My voice sounded raw and feral, matching the state of frenzy I’d been driven to by the endless fits of bliss.
I bucked wildly against him, as much as my bondage would allow, milking his thick shaft for every drop of nectar it could provide.
The fat cock in me exploded, filling my pussy up again; I was losing count of how many of them had been inside me, of how many mouthfuls of their juice I’d swallowed. I could feel my pussy overflowing, puddles of milky liquid escaping, making room for more.
My hands were untied and I felt them lifting me up, holding my gushing pussy over another ready cock. With a hasty movement, I was impaled on the immense shaft, and felt it buried in me to the hilt, stirring up mingled juices and spreading me open again. My body was moved for me, thrust like a piston up and down on the thick, motionless rod beneath me.
Daniel was undressing now, overcome with lust at the sordid scene he had created. He looked entranced, lost in a moment that he’d so long imagined.
“Daniel.....please,” I begged, “fuck me....I need to feel you inside me, please...”
He was the only one who hadn’t contributed to my sticky state, and I was determined to have him at the same time, not afterwards like I imagined he’d planned.
“You have all these cocks here and you want to get fucked again?”
He was standing over me now, his cock harder than I’d ever seen before, the tip glistening with juice from watching his fantasy come true.
“Yessss...please baby; I need more...I need you,” I pleaded, reaching my hand around his thick, meaty tool. A stream of liquid escaped, and I knew he was enjoying the moment, maybe more than he thought he would.
I felt the man inside me tense up, groaning as he erupted inside my sodden cunt; another flood of juice leaking out to cover the next dick to replace it. My hands were full, one wrapped around Daniel’s dripping tool and the other foldling the balls of one of the men as he stroked his thick cock, rubbing it on my sticky nipples.
Daniel shoved his cock in my mouth, freeing up my other hand to stroke another cock and try to get yet another load of cum all over me. The sensations on my body were incredible, ten hands caressing my skin, tugging my nipples and teasing my greedy clit; five cocks using me for pleasure, and providing even more in return.
I swallowed Daniel’s cock, gagging on it’s length as he pushed himself deep down my throat; he knew how deep I could go and loved to push my limits. I used the slippery dicks in my hands for leverage, lurching my head forward to choke back every inch of his shaft.
“Fuck yeah baby, suck that cock...suck it good and I’ll make you cum all over it...”
He would be the last to fuck me and I needed it more than he could possibly know. I crammed my mouth with his meaty shaft, swirling my tongue around it and sucking back every little dribble of juice he could give me; trying to stave off the inevitable climax building deep inside me.
I could feel the men beginning to tire, but I was more awake than ever; hungry for the man who had done this to me---done this for me. I rode the cock inside me like it was my last day on earth, driving the thick pole as far as it would go, desperate for the last flood of juices that would prepare my greedy pussy for my exquisitely depraved lover.
The cock inside me was pulsating, teetering on the edge as it hammered away my ravaged hole. I squeezed tight, wrapping my legs around the man’s waist, gyrating my hips and pulling him towards me as he exploded inside me...
Daniel pulled out my mouth, fixated on my movements as I milked the last drops out of the throbbing shaft inside me. He was mesmerized, his breathing shallow and uneven as he watched, preparing to fill me up a final time with his immense tool.
I felt his big cockhead against me, rubbing the collective juices into my clit, dipping into my greedy pussy and slapping against me.
“Ohhh, god baby please....” I whimpered “stick that big cock in me, feel how wet my pussy is, all covered in cum and ready for you...”
I knew it was the one thing he wanted, the reason he had carefully planned the whole night.
His legs were shaking, I knew the thought of it alone was driving him mad, and just sliding into my cum filled slit would probably be enough to make him explode. I wanted to tease him now, and it wouldn’t be difficult.
I pressed the two cocks in my hands against my tits, using them to massage my aching nipples in slow, agonizing circles. Daniel was watching, transfixed by the scene, oozing a steady stream to match the liquid covering my nipples. He was sweating; my words were getting to him and I knew he couldn’t take much more.
“Fuck me baby,” I moaned softly, “don’t you wanna feel all the hot cum in my pussy? I’m dripping with it baby, its all over me and inside me...”
He was giving in, the tip of his fat cock against me, tormenting my empty hole---my pussy had been full for so long now that the feeling of nothing inside me was agonizing.
Beside me, one of the men was stroking his dick furiously, poised to cover my still dripping breasts again; he had been the first one to fuck me and had already given me a mouthful to swallow as well, I was more than willing to take a third.
“Spray it all over my pussy,” I begged, knowing it would be too much for Daniel to stand, he would have to fuck me or risk cumming all over me against his will; and I knew he wouldn’t wa
nt to end it that way.
It was starting to drip onto me, first in hot spurts, landing on my belly and trickling down into my slit before a steady fountain erupted, covering my clit and dribbling down my pussy lips.
I knew the effect it would have on Daniel and I was right; he plowed his cock into me deeper than I think he ever has, lifting me up off the table as he hammered into me; the rest of the men a blur of cocks all over my tits and face. I reached over and took one into my mouth, sucking it hard and fast, the same way Daniel was fucking me.
“Suck his cock baby, make him cum in your mouth,” he gasped breathlessly, watching as bobbed my head up and down, desperate to get one last mouthful for him to see.
I could feel it trickling out of the meaty tip, not spilling out like before but slowly spurting into my mouth, drizzling down my chin. It was enough for me, along with Daniel’s thick cock in my cum-drenched pussy and I could feel myself losing control again, soaring towards another orgasm as Daniel pounded into me furiously, his eyes fixated on me, watching me swallow every drop.
“God....yess! Fuck me Daniel!”
He wasn’t holding anything back now, driving the whole length of his cock in and out of my cum filled channel, feeling the collective juices covering me, inside and out.
“Ohhh, god baby; fuck my pussy good---make me cum all over you!” I was panting, thrusting against him in hope of some relief.
“You feel so fucking wet,” he gasped, “hotter and wetter than ever...”
He was right about that, and I was about to drown his tool again, with a flood of my own nectar this time. My clit was soaked, and I knew if he touched it I’d go off in a second. I looked at him, stared into his eyes as I stroked those last cocks, and I knew he wasn’t going to last long in that delicious pool of cum inside me.
He knew it too, reaching down to rub my sensitive little nub as he pounded into me furiously, intent on his own pleasure at long last. He felt bigger, harder than ever, and I couldn’t take it anymore; an intense and final wave of pleasure washed over me, drenching his invading delicious tool with a last gush.
I remember Daniel’s cock going off inside me; his elixir seeping out as I struggled to regain my balance, my composure. I was dizzy; exhausted, and needed a moment to steady myself and become coherent.
How long the rest of them were there I don’t remember, it didn’t matter anymore. They had agreed to their roles and their scene was finished, leaving just Daniel and I in the room now, still sweltering hot and reeking of sex.
I rested for a moment beside him, leaning against him as I steadied my breathing. He looked exhausted too, sweat still clinging to his hair and he lay beside me.
“Happy Anniversary baby,” he whispered, squeezing my hand tightly, “you look a little...are you ok, you don’t regret tonight?”
“Not at all,” I assured him, “just imagining how you’re going to top this next year!”
He didn’t say anything but chuckled a little, pulling me close to lean on his chest.
Sometimes the best gifts are the ones you can share with others.
Binding
I wasn’t sure why I had agreed to it in the first place. Sure, money’s been tight; but a bondage magazine? What had I gotten myself into?
There was the odd pin up style shoot I and a few ‘artistic nudes’, but mostly I wore clothing---even if it was skimpy, and I’ve never been tied up. Handcuffs a few times, yes---but nothing like this.
Regardless, it had to be done now; I needed the cash, I signed the contract---and what's the exciting life of a model without a few risque shoots, right?
The photographer had arranged to use some of the private rooms at one of the S+M clubs just outside of town for what he called a ‘japanese bondage spectacle’. From what I could see on the internet, it looked pretty tame, just ropes and knotwork; none of the gags, hoods and freaky stuff. He assured me there would be ‘nothing penetrative’. Well, isn’t that thoughtful.
When I arrived, a very courteous young lady in a maid costume was more than willing to assist me in navigating the huge facility. She led me down a long hall, dutifully peering in to make sure it wasn’t in use before ushering me inside.
The photographer was there already, and there was a huge assortment of heavy silk ropes in vibrant colors laid out on a large table in front of him. He looked up from his laptop and smiled when he saw me, extending his hand.
“Good, you didn’t chicken out,” he chuckled, “I’m Richard.”
“Nope...this is quite the place! And I’m Michelle.”
“Yes...it is. You look just as lovely in person, I promise to do you justice with these photos. My assistant will be doing the ropework, I’m just taking the pictures.”
He pointed to the back of the room where a younger guy was sitting on the floor, fiddling with some of the camera equipment. He was cute in an offbeat way; messy dark hair and glasses; baggy jeans and a hoodie.
The photographer approached me, looking around the room at the setup.
“So...I’m pretty well ready for you here, your makeup looks good. Whenever you’re ready you can undress and we’ll get started.”
He handed me a robe, presumably for in between photo sets; but modesty seemed a little out of place here so I didn’t bother with it. He’d told me makeup wasn’t much of an issue, so I’d kept it simple and natural except for a swipe of deep red lipstick.
“Brandon, we’re all ready here, whenever you are.”
The cute assistant got up and made his way over. He was probably around my age, 25, with a bit of a goatee and scruff that gave him a just-woke-up kind of look. The dishevelled hair and glasses were a nice change from the uptight hipsters I’m stuck with at work too, all worked up that their shoes are from last year’s line. His dark eyes were intense, penetrating; and he was well built with large hands. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had a cock to match up...probably not the best time to be lewdly undressing a guy with my mind but hey, it was a sex club!
“Ok, lets get started,” Richard announced, holding up what I guessed would be my sole accessories for the first photos---three red silk ropes.
Brandon nodded and motioned for me to follow him.
“Perfect, come with me please.”
No problem.
He led me to a section of the room with luxurious drapes hanging from the tall windows, nothing to give away the rooms true purpose but a few steel eyebolts fixed into the floor and ceiling, elegantly disguised by the yards of hanging fabric. It was a far cry from the shackles and stocks I’d been imagining when I signed on, but definitely a nice surprise.
Brandon grabbed the ropes and held them for a moment, studying me. He lifted my wrists and passed one of the ropes over each, securing my arms at the back with a series of woven knots. He looped it around me a few more times, each pass making the bindings more restrictive.
“Can I get you down on your knees?”
That had most polite way I’ve ever been asked that question...
“You sure can,” I babbled, realizing immediately I sounded like a complete moron.
He smiled a little at my response, which I took to be a good thing. My ankles were bound the same as my wrists, and Brandon connected them together, lurching my body into a backwards bend with my breasts pointing upwards. The rest of my body was free, and felt oddly tactile, as though having part of me immobilized heightened the sensitivity elsewhere.
I was surprised how delicious and sexy the thick silk ropes felt on my skin, and after a few shots I was decidedly more relaxed. Being nude in front of strangers wasn’t new, considering my job, but being tied up at the same time was different, and not as unnerving as I’d originally thought. After the first few sets I’d almost forgotten the camera was going off, and the bindings felt more natural, like a part of me.
Modelling while trussed up in knotwork is actually fairly simple, the rope does all the work so you can just relax and be photographed. Add in the nudity and a hot guy watching me and
I couldn’t help but let my mind wander a little. I was looking at him, admittedly more than I should have been, and there was no way he didn’t notice. He was definitely distracted, I could see it his eyes.
“Ok...next set is the rope dress and arm bindings, dress first, then the whole outfit.”
Richard’s voice startled me a bit, I’d almost forgotten about him.
Brandon headed back towards me, carrying an armful of ropes this time; and began by looping a segment around the back of my neck and creating a series of small knots down the front.
I was a little surprised when he ran it between my legs a few times before connecting to the waist, and gave sharp tug to secure the knot; causing the whole set of ropes to shift and press against my pussy. I stifled a moan, but he could hear my breath quicken and looked clear into my eyes as he did it again.
Damn. This guy knew what he was doing; it was like he wanted to see my reaction. He held my gaze and continued his art, looping the rope through the knots he’d made, creating a web of knots and rope that seemed to hit every pressure point on my body. Every piece was connected, and I couldn’t move in the slightest without exerting the most exquisite pressure on my clit, and I could feel a slow drizzle of my pussy nectar seeping out, permeating the silken cord that was driving me to distraction with it’s subtle movements.
His hand moved slowly, weaving the thick cord around my breasts; capturing them with his expert loops and twists. They were bound separately and stuck straight out in a perverse way, like they were begging to be noticed and manhandled. Maybe that was just me.
“Is it...fitting comfortably?”
He was teasing me a little, his lips curled into a wicked smile.
“Very much so,” I replied, more bold this time “it’s perfect.”
