Good Doll

Literotic asexstories – Good Doll by Flutterby_Blue,Flutterby_Blue
He put me on my knees, facing the front door, off to the side, so I would be the first thing anyone would see as they stepped inside. I was wearing my collar, cuffs, sparkly anal plug, and nothing else, as that was our first House Rule: No Clothes in the House.

“Excited, doll?” He asked as he set up the tripod and checked the focus on the camera.

“Yes, Sir!” I said, wiggling.

“Now, doll, you’re cute when you’re so eager you wiggle, but I want you to be still. Open your legs, and focus on the feel of the plug in your ass.”

“Yes, Sir!” Obediently, I closed my eyes, spread my knees, and placed my hands palm up on the tops of my thighs. I focused on my ass, as he instructed, on the way it felt, how stimulated I was, and how much, though I loved it, I wanted cocks to replace it, and stilled, submissive and peaceful.

“Good doll,” he said, and stroked my hair. “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, as he took my chin in his hand. “Your safe word?”

“Red,” I said dutifully, “but I don’t want to use it!”

He released my chin and slapped my breasts hard and fast, leaving handprints. “I know you don’t want to, doll, but what is your Prime Directive?”

“To protect Sir’s property at all times, from anyone, including Sir,” I gasped.

“That’s correct,” he said firmly. “I will be VERY unhappy if you allow my property to be damaged. And what will happen, my pretty little fuckdoll, if you don’t call red when you need to?”

“You won’t trust me anymore,” I said.

“That’s right, and I don’t play with toys I can’t trust.”

“I know, Sir, and I will be very, very good! I will use my safeword if I need to! I promise!”

He slapped my breasts again, sharply, and then caressed them gently. “I know you will, doll. You’re a good fucktoy. Such an obedient slut.”

I whimpered and squirmed, as I always did at his praise. I could feel my pussy throb, and my ass ached around the plug. My breasts were stinging with his reminder when I heard a car pull into the driveway.

“They’re going to enjoy the fuck out of you,” he smiled, and went to open the door.

I took a deep breath and settled myself. He greeted the men as they came in the door, and I nearly let out a nervous laugh as they went silent when they saw me.

“Holy fuck, man, I half thought you were fucking with us.” The one who spoke was the first one through the door. He had salt and pepper hair, dark eyes, and stood about 5′ 10″ tall.

Sir laughed. “No, I put way too much effort into to making this happen for it to be a joke.”

“Guys, this is doll. Doll, these are the guys – “Guy 1” was the salt and pepper haired, bold one. “Guy 2″ had brown hair and eyes, and was about 6′ tall, with broad shoulders. Guy 3 had blonde hair going to white, with blue eyes, and was about 5′ 8”.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” I said softly. “Thank you for the opportunity to serve your pleasure.”

Guy 3 laughed nervously. Guy 2 just stood and stared at me. Guy 1 grinned, and said “Oh hell yeah!”

That broke the ice and made everyone laugh, and Sir asked if they’d like drinks. I rose and moved to fetch glasses and ice, while Sir poured for everyone but himself. I got him his Gatorade out of the fridge.

I handed each of them their drinks, and Sir handed me mine last. “Before you drink your slut juice, we need to hear from you what exactly you want from us tonight.”

I blushed, and ducked my head. I much preferred to simply serve, to obey without being asked or consulted, my ambition to be the perfect painslut fuckdoll.

But this was the first meeting with them, and while Sir had explained some about BDSM, consent, communication, etc, we all needed to have that discussion together, tonight, before we really dove in.

Also, Sir had explained that while one of his friends was eager, the others were more cautious, and would need reassurance from me, to make sure I really wanted this.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, taking my glass and turning toward the men.

“Let’s all sit down,” Sir said, taking my arm and steering me to the couch.

The men followed us and settled around the room, sipping their drinks, watching me, questions on their faces.

“What would you like to know?” I asked.

“This…” Guy 3 waved his hand vaguely in my direction. “You’re really okay with this?”

“I asked for this, if that’s what you want to know. It was my idea, and Sir is indulging me.”

They all stared at me. I wasn’t sure what they needed to hear, beyond that, but they were clearly still unsure.

“I am a submissive painslut fuckdoll,” I tried again. “That doesn’t mean I’m a doormat. “That which yields is not weak,” is one line from Kushiel’s Dart that applies, if you’ve read those books. I make all the decisions, all the time, about everything else in my life, and I do it very well.”

Sir nodded, sipped his Gatorade, and watched their reactions.

“BDSM is about respect, open communication, and trust. Sir has earned my trust. He makes me feel safe, and when I feel safe, my default state is horny and submissive. That’s just how I’m wired, and I enjoy it very much. To be clear: I absolutely enjoy being used as a fucktoy, being marked, and serving at others’ pleasure.”

Guy 1 stirred at that, and turned to Sir. “Dude I would never have thought you would be into this.”

Sir just smiled.

“That collar isn’t just for play, is it?” Guy 1 asked.

“No, it isn’t. I own her,” Sir said calmly, watching each of them in turn. Judging their reactions. “She has consented, and we reaffirm that consent often.”

“Wow,” Guy 2 said. “But that’s different from… all of us?”

I answered, “I’ve had a fantasy for years of being the center of a gang bang. It has never worked out in the past, but when I asked, Sir said he would try to make it happen for me.”

Guy 3 shook his head in near disbelief. “I mean… okay then. I never thought anyone outside of porn would want this, but okay then!”

Guy 2 nodded. “Who are we to deny a lady her fantasy?”

I knew Sir would have normally corrected him, that I am doll, or slut, or whore, or toy, not a lady… but he wanted them to behave tonight, and language matters. Perhaps, if tonight went well, and they earned our trust, he’d have that discussion with them later.

Guy 1 just laughed, and said again “Oh, hell yeah!”

Sir grinned. “Especially when she has been so eager to please. Thank you all for helping me give doll her gang bang. I know you all know, but let’s go over it one more time, while doll drinks her slut juice.”

I took my cue, and started dinking my double shot of vodka.

“Wait a minute…” Guy 3 said, clearly still a little anxious. “Should she be drinking?”

“I know I don’t look it, but I have arthritis pretty bad. Vodka opens capillaries, loosens up my joints, and warms me up. That’s all. It’s not enough to make me drunk. I will still be sober enough to be aware and to use my safe word if I need to.”

They all thought about that for a moment, and Guy 3 nodded. “That makes sense.”

“I would not have agreed to a drunken orgy,” Sir said mildly. “I won’t risk any harm to her. I’m not drinking, for obvious reasons, and all of you having an initial drink to loosen up inhibitions a bit won’t hurt anyone. None of you are lightweights.”

They all laughed at that. They’d been getting together to drink for guys’ nights every year since high school. They knew one drink wouldn’t affect any of them, not really.

“Now then, to review. Doll’s safeword is Red. If she says it, that means everything stops immediately. No exceptions, no further clarifications. If she can’t speak, she will tap whoever is closest to her hands three times in a row.”

“Why would she not be able to speak?” Guy 2 asked.

“If she has a cock in her mouth, it will be difficult to say red,” Sir said dryly.

Guy 3 grinned ruefully while the others laughed. “Right. Duh.”

“My doll enjoys being handled roughly, but be mindful of her joints and position. Think about how you’re expecting her body to move before you do anything. Please do not damage or break my fuckdoll. I will be pissed, and this will mean being banned from any future opportunities.”

They all nodded, clearly startled at the thought that this might not be a one time thing.

“Doll, tell them what you want,” Sir encouraged.

I squirmed, and finished off my vodka. I hate asking, and he knows that, of course. I don’t even want to be asked. I want to do whatever I’m told, and I want him to do whatever he wants to me.

Which, of course, is part of why he made me tell them all out loud, and as always, submitting made me horny. The other part was the fact that it wasn’t just he and I. With three new men, clear communication was mandatory.

And truthfully, even when it was something I didn’t like to do, the submission itself made almost anything arousing.

Taking a deep breath, I said “I want to have three cocks inside me at the same time.”

All three of them stared at me, and Guy 2’s jaw dropped open.

“Doll, bend over and show them where you want them.”

I stood, bent toward them so my breasts swung forward, opened my mouth, and pointed to it. Then I turned around and bent over. Reaching my hands back, I pulled my ass cheeks apart so they could see the sparkly plug in my ass and my empty pussy.

“Well then!” Guy 1 said, finishing off his drink. “Let’s not keep the lady waiting!”

They all stood, and Sir took me by the neck and led me to the bedroom. The guys followed, and stood around me, watching.

“Is it still okay if we film this?” Sir asked them. “I will make sure your faces don’t show, if that matters to you. I’d like to post this online to doll’s Fetlife so everyone can see her being filled up airtight.”

“What’s Fetlife?” Guy 3 asked.

“It’s like Facebook for kinksters,” Sir answered. You can post photos, videos, erotica, status updates, organize events, join groups.”

“No shit?!” Guy 1 said, sounding amazed. “Hang on, do you have a Fetlife?” he asked Sir.

“Of course I do,” Sir answered, releasing my neck and stroking his hand down my back to cup my ass. “I love seeing her photos and video and reading her fantasies, and I love seeing all the comments and reactions she gets every time she posts.”

“She posts naked photos and video of herself?” Guy 2 asked, sounding a little dazed.

“She’s an eager little slut, and a bit of an exhibitionist,” Sir nodded. “Doll?” he prompted.

I went to my knees, and asked them “May I suck your cocks, please?”

Guy 1 reached for his belt, grinning “So polite! Yes, you may!” and opened his pants.

His cock bounced out of its’ confinement, and I crawled forward and took him in my mouth.

He groaned “Fuck, her mouth feels good.”

I couldn’t answer, as my mouth was full of his cock, but I liked that he said that comment to the other men, and not to me. Weirdly, being objectified like that, talking about me rather than to me, helped me relax, and be able to focus on what I was doing and feeling. It meant I would not have to try to maintain a conversation, and could just be the eager slut I was.

I worked to get his cock into my throat. He was pressed against the back of my throat, and I shook my head back and forth, struggling to get him deeper. He groaned again, and I reached my hands around his thighs and pulled him closer to me.

“God, she’s eager, isn’t she?” Guy 3 said, and I felt Guy 1’s voice rumble but I couldn’t register what he had said. I started sucking harder, moving a little faster, back and forth.

I felt the others move closer on either side of me, and I looked up to see Guy 2 opening his pants. When he pulled out his erection, I released Guy 1 but took him in my hand, and sucked down Guy 2.

His cock was longer, and I had to focus. I took a deep breath, and pressed his cock further down until it was in my throat. “Jesus fuck!” he yelled.

I swallowed with the head of his cock in my throat, which I know Sir enjoys, and Guy 2 apparently agreed, “Fucking Christ she’s swallowing me down her throat!”

I enjoyed struggling to fuck him with my throat, until I needed to breathe and pulled back, suckling on the head while I breathed deeply.

I remembered to work Guy 1’s cock with my hand, and looked up to see Guy 3 on my other side. I reached for his crotch, where his erection was clearly shaped against his pants.

I stroked him, over his pants, until he reached and undid them for me. I shifted again, still on my knees, to take his cock in my mouth, and made sure to grip the other two with my hands.

I had three cocks to entertain, and was having a fun time with it, when I heard Sir suggest they put me on the bed.

They each pulled away from me, and hands gripped my arms from behind. Sir lifted me up, and helped me over to the bed. I saw Sir had his camera by the strap, and realized he’d been taking photos of me on my knees, serving his friends. I squirmed, unbearably aroused, but waiting obediently for Sir’s directions.

“Who wants which part of her? Mouth, pussy, or ass?” Sir asked them. I knelt and waited, happy not to be consulted. I was going to be delighted no matter what they decided.

“Wait, we haven’t done much for her. Shouldn’t we?” Guy 3 asked. Sweet of him, really, but he was 100% wrong when he said servicing three cocks at once didn’t do anything for me.

Sir laughed, and told him “She is an eager, happy cockslut. Check her. See if she’s wet, just from sucking on you all.”

Guy 3 looked doubtful, but Guy 1 reached for me immediately. I spread wide to make access easier, and felt his fingers between my legs, sliding in. “Holy fuck, she’s dripping!” he sounded happy, and impressed.

Guy 2’s hand followed, and he grinned when he felt how slippery a mess I was.

Guy 3 was more gentle and tentative than his friends, but he also smiled, relieved, when he felt the evidence of my arousal.

Guy 2 spoke up first. “Is it okay if I have her pussy?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Sir asked, genuinely curious.

“I’m long, and I’ve always been told that hitting their cervix hurts women. But she’s so wet, and I really want that.”

Sir laughed, and shook his head. “Doll is a painslut, so if hitting her cervix hurt her, she’d be into it. But she isn’t wired that way. You can bruise holy fuck out of her cervix and she’ll just beg for more.”

“Really?” intrigued, Guy 2 watched me closely. I smiled back, content to wait. “Then I definitely want her pussy.”

Sir said “That’s one down. Guys?”

Guy 1 asked “How is she with anal? I want her ass.”

Sir smiled and patted my ass. “She can orgasm from anal alone. When we do orgasm denial, I have to be very careful when fucking her from behind or she won’t be able to stop herself.”

“Dude… I am learning all kinds of new things about you to tonight.” Guy 1 said laughing. He hesitated, then said almost to himself… “Fuckit, may as well ask… Do I have to be gentle?”

Sir looked at him for a moment, considering, and then said “We are still learning each other, so be careful tonight. If tonight goes well, if you earn her trust and everyone has fun, you can probably negotiate to take her ass another night and wreck it properly.”

“Fuck. Yes.” I was a little intimidated by how intently Guy 1 was watching me now, but I am an anal whore, and I do cum from anal sex alone, so the thought of him negotiating with Sir to be able to wreck my ass had my ass and pussy clenching.

Guy 3 said “I guess that leaves her mouth, and knowing she gets wet just from sucking, I am 100% okay with that!”

“Outstanding!” Sir said. “Guy 2, if you’ll lie down on the bed, and leave enough room for someone to kneel above your head.”

They all undressed quickly, and Guy 2 hesitantly cupped my breast as he moved past me to get on the bed. I leaned into his hand, and he smiled bigger and squeezed.

“Mmmmm…” I hummed happily.

Guy 2 lay down on his back, his erection at half mast after all the discussion. I crawled over to him and started sucking him down into my throat again.

“Jesus that’s hot,” Guy 1 said appreciatively.

Sir agreed, and they all watched me for a few moments. Eventually, Sir spanked my ass. He laughed affectionately, and ordered me “Up, slut. Give me your pretty plug, and get that cock inside your pussy.”

“Yes, Sir!” I said eagerly, as I pushed my ass up into the air, and I felt Sir grasp my plug and pull. He pushed it back in, and pulled it out, over and over, and I moaned.

“I know you already said she likes that too, but seeing it… holy fuck.” Guy 3 said incredulously.

“My fuckdoll loves anal as much as she loves sucking cocks,” Sir said proudly, pulled the plug out, and slapped my ass again.

I squealed, and crawled quickly up Guy 2’s body and straddled his hips. I slid myself down onto him, feeling impaled, and gasped when his cock hit the inside of me and pressed deeper.

He froze, clearly waiting for me to object, so I slid back up, and then came down much harder, his cock coming to the end of me in a way I knew was going to leave the most amazing bruises afterward. I smiled happily, and kept bouncing on his cock. He relaxed and grinned, grabbing my hips and helping me move.

I felt the bed dip as Guy 1 climbed up on the bed behind me. “Let me get it wet in her pussy,” he said to Guy 2.

Guy 2 grasped my hips tighter and lifted me off of him. Guy 1 slid his cock into my pussy from behind, and I moaned. He wasn’t as long, but he was wider, and I was good and swollen by now.

He pumped inside me a few times, making sure he was slick, and then pulled out and shifted his aim.

He gripped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I felt his cock at my asshole, and then he pushed inside.

Ordinarily, I need a bit of a slower start for anal, but Sir had kept me denied and edged daily for a month now, and I’d already been relaxed by their hands and cocks. He slid right in, and in two thrusts was seated balls deep.

He began to fuck my ass, and I groaned loudly at how good it felt. He shifted his grip to my waist, and used that leverage to rock back and forth, slowly shoving in and out.

Guy 2 pushed up from beneath me, and filled my pussy. His hands were gripping my hips tightly, helping me move up and down. It was sort of a rolling motion, accommodating both cocks.

It felt amazing. I’d been full of toys before – Sir does enjoy indulging even my sluttiest urges, as I’ve said – but I had never before had two cocks inside me, being pushed in and out by two different men. It was wonderful!

The bed dipped again, this time to the front, and I opened my mouth automatically, as I always do when presented with a cock in my face, and sucked.

I heard groans, but I could not tell you from who. Possibly me. I had never been so full. I was overwhelmed, stimulated from so many places at once, I slid fully into subspace.

I focused on opening the back of my throat for the man fucking my mouth; on moving with the hands directing my hips; and on rolling my hips to the pressure on my waist, to accommodate the cock in my ass.

I was full, I was being thoroughly used, and it was glorious!

I knew on some level that Sir was filming – he had set up the tripod, and the ring lights – and he was also taking photographs, but my senses were so overwhelmed, I couldn’t hold awareness of anything but what my body was struggling with.

I felt the orgasm approaching, but I was focusing so hard on three different stimuli, I couldn’t relax enough to let it happen.

Sir had told me I was allowed to cum tonight, as much as I wanted. He’d said he expected it would be difficult for me, with so much splitting my attention, but that I was allowed. I’d thanked him profusely, on my knees, with my mouth as is proper.

After, he had laughed, and said “You may, doll, but if you can’t, I will take that to mean you don’t want to orgasm bad enough yet, and it will be another month before you’re allowed. So try hard, fuckdoll. If you don’t come with them, you’re back in denial and you’ll be edging even more.”

I had cockily assured him that I was frantic enough I would obviously cum. A statement I was regretting now that I couldn’t focus enough to let the orgasm happen.

It was then I heard deep groaning, and someone said “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Someone else said “Same!” And then someone shouted, and I was swallowing mouthful after mouthful. A few moments later, another shout, and I was feeling warmth pump into me from behind. Guy 2 was still rocking me on his cock, but it wasn’t very long before he, too, filled me up.

I honestly hadn’t expected all three of them to orgasm this time, but I was delighted. I was in subspace, I felt outrageously slutty and sore and thoroughly used.

Yes, I deeply, deeply needed to cum, but I was happy to have been of service. And if I had to pick, I would pick servicing their pleasure over my own orgasms every time.

Guy 3 leaned back as I sucked the last of his orgasm out of him, and sat against the headboard to the side of Guy 2.

Guy 1 pulled out of my ass and fell sideways onto the other side of the bed next to Guy 2. I moaned as his dick pulled out of me. I was oversensitive and that last bit of sensation was almost too much.

Then Guy 2 lifted me off of him, and I moaned again. He put me back down, laying full across his body, and I just collapsed. I could not have rolled off him to save my life at that moment, let alone stood up.

Sir murmured approvingly “Good doll. That’s my perfect little fucktoy. What an obedient slut you are! Such an eager cockwhore!”

I squirmed and whimpered, pleasure at his praise overwhelming me but unable to respond any other way. Guy 2’s hands came up across my back and held me, stroking gently.

His voice sounded far away, as I floated in sub space. “Okay, it’s really weird how you are saying the filthiest, most condescending, insulting things to her in the gentlest, most loving voice I’ve ever heard from you. That’s really confusing,” Guy 2 said, as he continued to pet me softly.

“They’re not insulting or condescending or filthy words to us,” Sir explained, continuing to take photos.

“Slut and whore have been used for ages to repress women’s enjoyment of sex. Slut is someone who enjoys sex, who is enthusiastic about it, and doll certainly is that. Whore is a professional at sex, and while doll doesn’t take money, she certainly does work on building her service skills, and has said that her ideal job would have been sex worker, if there was a safe way she could have plied the trade.”

I distantly felt Guy 2 startle under me, but he didn’t stop petting me, so I didn’t care.

Sir continued explaining “Cockslut, cockwhore, and cocksleeve are my way of thanking her for how enthusiastic she is about enjoying servicing cocks. Fucktoy and fuckdoll acknowledges and appreciates that she is submissive and revels in giving pleasure. These words are ways I can shorthand complimenting how good she is at pleasing me.”

“Huh,” Guy 2 said.

“I never in a million years would have thought of that,” Guy 3 admitted. “I just knee jerk feel bad when I hear those words, like in a movie or a bar, even when she seems into it, but I’m gonna have to rethink that.”

“Consent is key, as always. I would never use those words if she didn’t enthusiastically consent. I wouldn’t be doing any of this if she did not enthusiastically consent,” Sir finished, as he turned away and went to hand out the towels we had stacked next to the bed.

“Can you move, doll?” Sir asked me. He sounded far away and muffled, as I was still pretty spaced out, but I lifted my head.

Sir took my hand, and helped me sit up. I was still straddling Guy 2, and I felt his cock twitch when my pussy pressed down over it. I moaned, and Sir grinned.

“Isn’t she just a perfect slut?” he said happily. It took me two tries to swing my leg over Guy 2’s torso, but Sir helped and I managed to make it to the edge of the bed.

Sir helped me stand, and wobble over to the bathroom, proceeded to help me clean up.

When we walked back into the bedroom, the guys had used the towels but hadn’t moved.

“The showers are free to use,” Sir told them. “There’s one in here and one in the hallway bathroom.”

Guy 1 got up and went into the bathroom we had just exited, and Guy 2 rolled off the bed and headed for the hallway.

Guy 3 smiled at me, and said “I’m gonna just sit still and rest, and wait for one of them to be done. My legs are too shaky to walk anyway. You are an amazing cocksucker.”

I grinned and ducked my head, and Sir laughed and agreed loudly. He sat me in the bed next to Guy 3, and went to the kitchen to get sports drinks for the guys and a coconut water for me.

After all of them had cleaned up and were back in the bedroom, Sir looked at me and said “You didn’t cum, did you?”

All three men turned to me, clearly upset, when I said “No, Sir. It was too much stimulation and my first time. I’m pretty sure that with practice I could learn to, though!”

“Well, we need to fix that right now!” “Oh fuck no, we aren’t leaving you unsatisfied!” “Does that mean we are gonna do it again tonight?”

The three of them spoke at the same time, and I wasn’t sure which one had said which, but the one asking if we would do this again tonight made me laugh happily.

Sir watched me thoughtfully, and said “I don’t think a second round of something that intense will help this soon, but you gentlemen are welcome to make her orgasm right now.”

“Oh, please, Guys, please!” I begged. “He said if I don’t orgasm tonight with you that he’ll deny me for another month!”

“What!!” They all asked, shocked.

“She deeply enjoys being a horny, drippy, desperate slut all the time, don’t you, fuckdoll?” Sir asked.

“Yes, Sir, always,” I admitted, squirming.

“We have discovered that if I make her edge multiple times a day, and don’t let her cum, she gets just outrageously slutty, and we both enjoy the hell out of how frantic and needy she gets.”

“But then you don’t get to have sex though,” Guy 1 frowned.

“Oh, I fuck her as much as I want,” Sir laughed, cupping my pussy and sliding two fingers inside. “I fuck all three of her holes. She just isn’t allowed to cum no matter what I do to her.” He moved his fingers inside me, and I moaned and squirmed.

Sir pulled his fingers out, and put them to my mouth. I automatically opened and sucked them clean, working my tongue between and around his fingers.

“Good girl,” he told me, as Guy 3 asked “Why is that so fucking hot?” “I know, right?!” Guy 2 agreed.

Sir just grinned, reached down, and spread my legs. “Who wants first shot?”

Guy 1 called it, and surprised me by settling between my legs and tasting me. I don’t know why, I just didn’t expect that from him. He set to work licking and sucking me, and my eyes drifted closed.

“Watch me!” Guy 1 ordered sharply. My eyes snapped open to find him staring at me. The eye contact was intense, almost uncomfortable as he put his mouth to me again, but I did as he ordered and watched him go down on me.

I was already swollen and wet, and needy as hell from being denied and thoroughly used, so it didn’t take much to get me there. I moaned and reached out with my hands.

Two different sets of hands grabbed mine, and I squeezed them as the orgasm hit me. My back bowed, and I closed my eyes and threw my head back, riding the waves of long denied pleasure.

Guy 1 sat up, looking smug, and moved aside for the next man.

Guy 2 switched places with Guy 1. Guy 2 kissed me, slowly and deeply, his hands roaming over my tits and rib cage. He was the first one to kiss me, and that made it seem strange.

He looked into my eyes, and then trailed kisses down my jaw, my neck, my chest, to my left tit where he spent considerable time licking, kneading, pinching, twisting. He’d gather up a handful of my breast, and squeeze it gently while sucking on my nipple.

When he was done with my left tit, he moved on to my right and did the same. Then, when I was gasping for air, he moved slowly down my stomach.

He looked up at the two men by my sides and said “Hold her hands down.”

Guy 3 laughed nervously, but Guy 1 instantly gripped my wrist and held me still. I couldn’t help a little moan of pleasure, at which Guy 3 held my wrist a little tighter.

I smiled at him, and wriggled my hips, to let him know I was enjoying being restrained, and he smiled back, a little tentative, but stronger this time.

Guy 2 continued down my stomach, until he reached my mound. He scraped my skin there with his teeth and I gasped again, and lifted my hips toward him.

“You want me to bite you harder here?” He looked into my eyes as he asked.

“Yes, please,” I asked, “harder.” I lifted my hips in invitation, and he took me at my word. He bit me moderately hard, enough I’d be red there for a little while but not bruised.

He watched my eyes, judging my reaction, and decided that was good enough. He moved down to my labia, and sucked on them, one at a time, until they started to ache. Then he moved to my inner lips, and licked and sucked and scraped with his teeth, while I had an increasingly difficult time being still.

Finally, he decided he had teased me enough, and he grabbed my clit in his teeth. I scream a little breathily, and he let go and licked where he’d bitten me. I lifted my hips again, begging him silently to do it again.

He looked in my eyes and made me say it. “Do you want me to bite your clit? You have to say it out loud, so we can all hear.”

“Yes, yes PLEASE!!! Please bite my clit!” I moaned, thrashing, breathing hard. The other two were holding my wrists so my arms were trapped.

He stared into my eyes as he slowly lowered his head, and then bit my clit. I stared into his eyes as I raised my hips, and ground my pussy into his mouth, begging.

He looked at the men on either side of me, “Hold her.”

He waited to see them each grip my wrist tightly and then he bit me, hard, on the clit. It was exactly what I’d asked him to do, and I came screaming. He held my clit still with his teeth, and then let go and licked me up.

When he sat up, looking pleased with himself and me, Sir took closer photos of the teeth marks on my clit.

Then Guy 2 switched places with Guy 3, who sat between my legs and stared at the teeth marks, shaking his head.

“If I hadn’t seen it myself and felt you try to thrash with that orgasm, I would not have believed a woman could cum that way.”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him, my legs splayed open, laying back into the arms of two of his friends, while a third took photos of our debauchery.

“Life is too short to not have the kind of sex that makes you happy,” I said softly.

He nodded, and reached for my thighs, pressing them apart. I sighed happily. I love being mandhandled.

He leaned forward, and tasted me. He licked me lightly, almost tickling like a feather. When I moved, he pressed my thighs down and apart, and I stilled.

He looked up at me, and said “Be still, now.”

“I will,” I answered, and tried to do exactly that. He bent back to his task, and lightly, so softly, licked me. I would think, as hard as I like it, that that would not have worked for me, but as swollen and wet and utterly sensitized as I was, it was almost like those soft little feather strokes with his tongue were magnified a hundred fold, and I came screaming in less than a minute.

But he didn’t stop. He kept the same steady pace, the same light pressure, and I could feel the orgasm building again.

I screamed when it hit, and started to thrash, unable to stay still, but he was ready for that and held me down, his hands squeezing my thighs hard enough I knew I’d have handprints. Guy 1 and Guy 2 were also ready, and held my arms down and to the sides, so I couldn’t reach anyone.

Guy 3 was merciless, and didn’t stop until he had wrung so many orgasms out of me, I’d lost count.

By that time, he had recovered, and he sat up, told the Guys to please hold me down, and slid his cock into my pussy.

He was not gentle, this time. He pounded into me, while I screamed and gasped for air.

I had no sense of time, or of whose hands were where. I came hard and often, until he finally let himself cum, and filled my pussy.

I tried to catch my breath, but Guy 2 said “My turn” and they switched places.

Guy 3 took my arm and held it down, just as Guy 2 had for him, and Guy 2 slid all that length into me. There was still about two inches sticking out when he bumped into my cervix, and he looked at me.

He waited until I was calm enough to meet his eyes, and asked “I mean to pound balls deep into you. Can you take all of me?”

Sir caught my eye, and I said to Sir “Prime Directive, I’m good,” and to Guy 2, I said “Yes, Please! As hard as you can!”

Guy 2 looked at Sir, who nodded, and that’s was all it took. He pulled out of me and started thrusting. I gasped, and tried to meet him with my hips, but I was too worn out to even try.

He set a brutal pace, and I came almost immediately. His breathing was steady while he beat my cervix so hard I was certain it would be bruised for weeks. It wasn’t long before I could tell he was getting close to his own orgasm as his breathing grew more ragged and his pace more frantic, until he was ready and then he warned me… “I’m gonna go!”

“Yes!” was all I could say.

He roared, and I screamed, and the other Guys held me down. It was perfect.

When Guy 2 was done, he collapsed over me, but tried to throw his shoulders to the side so I could still breathe. It took him a few minutes, but he caught his breath and managed to roll off me, slowly pulling out of me, wrenching another moan from me and making me writhe.

Guy 1 took his place between my spread legs, looked at the drippy mess I was, and said “I want your ass.”

I smiled, tired but excited, and said the only thing I could: “Yes, Please!”

He turned to Sir, who met his eyes thoughtfully.

“Doll, I know you want his cock in your ass, you wanton anal slut, you. But I’m asking you is using you this roughly going to cause injury after all this?”

“No, Sir,” I said honestly. “I’ll be fine, I promise!”

He watched me for another moment, the nodded to Guy 1. “You may fuck her ass as brutally as he just did her pussy.”

Guy 1 smiled a little grimly, turned to me, and yanked my legs up in the air. He put them over his shoulder like they were just in his way, and thrust his cock into my dripping pussy three times for lube.

He guided his cock into my asshole gently, pumped in and out a few times to make sure, and then proceeded to fuck my ass every bit as brutally as Guy 2 had brutalized my pussy.

He was pounding into me so hard, I could feel the bruises forming on my thighs and ass. It didn’t take long, for me or for him. We came at the same time, me screaming, too tired to thrash and restrained anyway, and he dead silent.

He stayed inside my ass, his cock still pumping, me moaning at every twitch, until he was empty. When he pulled out, I screamed and writhed, completely overstimulated, utterly spent.

Sir took close photos of all my holes leaking, of me completely spent on the bed, and then set the camera down, and took off his shirt, and then his pants, revealing his erection.

“Hold her down, please,” he said, and dove on top of me. He plunged his cock inside me, making me moan, and grabbed my tits in both hands, twisting viciously, til they turned red. He fucked me in my pussy while torturing my tits, then he pulled out and fucked my ass, still grabbing and holding handfuls of my tits, turning them and bruising them with his hands.

He bent down and kissed me, and then leaned back up and slapped my tits, hard enough the men gasped.

I moaned “Yes, Please, Sir, More!” and he hit my tits again, and again.

Finally, his rhythm changed, and he leaned over and sank his teeth into my shoulder, and roared his orgasm into my skin.

He lay on top of me, resting, letting his weight be the pressure that helped me calm down, while he gathered himself.

“How do you feel, doll?” He asked quietly. I could fell all four of them waiting to hear my answer.

“Bliss, Sir. I feel bliss. This is heaven.” They all laughed, the Guys relieved, and Sir quite pleased.

“So does that mean you’re going to want to do this again?” Guy 3 asked hopefully.

I turned my head lazily, and looked him in the eyes, and said my very favorite thing to say. “Yes, Please!”

“Good doll,” they all said.