You asked for it. [MMFMM] | 2016

He pushed open the door hesitantly and looked around. It seemed to be a spare room. A few old books and gym equipment lay abandoned in corners, whilst the bed was so well made, you could tell that no one had slept there in months. He turned back to me waiting beyond the doorway, and his grip tightened around my waist. He ushered me inside quickly and closed the door. The music downstairs became quiet, almost as if the rest of the party was underwater.

I sat down on the bed and looked up at him expectantly. Sneaking off together was not uncommon for Alex and I, but he seemed to be playing hard to get. I pulled on his arm playfully and gave him my most suggestive smile. He resisted sitting down next to me, but leant down to cradle my face with one hand and pushed my legs apart with the other. My dress rode up from the pull of my legs spreading, his hand now able to trace the virgin skin of my upper thigh. He did so slowly, knowing that his touch was enough to elicit a tiny begging moan from between my lips. Holding his face dangerously close to mine, he leaned in to whisper into my ear.

“Touch yourself.”

His gravely voice melted any trace of self-control I had. I grinned and began to snake my hand under my dress, arching my neck to invite him to kiss me. He grabbed my wrist forcefully.

“Slower.”

I shuffled back so that I was lying completely on the bed, kicking off my shoes as I went. I would play out the dirtiest fantasy I could in my head, one of complete depravity. I closed my eyes. I started to run my hands up and down my chest, pulling the top of my dress down to reveal my breasts. Taut from being stretched down underneath my chest, the fabric lifted my peach-coloured nipples, undeniably hard from the excitement of the situation. As I trailed my fingers across them, I imagined them in the mouth of my friend Joe, his tongue flicking and sucking them hungrily. I’d caught him looking at my cleavage a lot that evening, and he was the first of many men that popped into my head. With my other hand, I gripped my own neck gently. I knew I couldn’t choke myself (I’d tried before), but the very feeling of my neck being caressed planted visions of being held down abused. Reaching up to my own mouth I leisurely covered two fingers in saliva, sucking and licking for a good minute or so. With my fingers deep in my throat, I thought about the hot new guy from work. Working my full lips around them, I imagined his cock in my mouth, for what must have been the hundredth time.

I soon realised how redundant the spit on my fingers was. Reaching down between my legs, my wetness was already soaking through the lace of my underwear. I kept my legs wide open so that he could see every little movement I made. Just the tiny friction of my own hand over the thin material sent shivers of pleasure through my entire body, so I teased myself a little. Repeating this movement, I thought about tongues fighting for access to my dripping pussy. The very thought made me sigh in pleasure.

Apparently, he also liked this because I heard him shift at the foot of the bed. I slowly opened my eyes, greeting him by pulling my underwear to the side and giving him a full view of my sopping, swollen lips. Four sets of eyes stared back at me.

In my excitement, I must not have heard the others come in. I’d downed a few drinks before this point, so I was already feeling murky and uninhibited. I immediately thought about how candidly I’d just been touching myself, and my entire body flushed red. I loved the thought that they had all been there to see me - all watching me with glazed eyes and erections pulling at the material of their trousers. There was nothing sexier than knowing that I the sole focus of the lust of these four men. They’d all admired my breasts and pussy, as my fingers ran over them and heard the soft moans I made as I edged closer to my clit. They knew I was gagging for cock from the way I eagerly sucked my fingers. In that moment, they wanted me more than anything else in the world.

I recognised the others a little, but one in particular. I suddenly became aware of the reason why Joe had been so obvious with his flirtation earlier in the night – he knew he was going to fuck me, and he’d been checking out the goods. The others I think were friends of friends, but admittedly, I was past the point of caring. Their names were Ollie and Max, which I only found out the next morning from Alex. Their faces conjured up half-memories of introductions, but even to this day, I would struggle in a line-up - of their faces, at least. Alex sat on a chair pulled up on the end of the bed and stared at me so hard, it was like he was looking through me.

“Take it off.”

I did as I was told, pulling the dress over my head and discarding it on top of the other abandoned items of the room. It landed hanging off the handle of an old exercise bike, which made it embarrassingly hard to find later. Lying, half naked on the bed, I smiled at each of the boys in turn. I’d never seen Joe look quite so excited, and he was naturally the first to approach me. He knelt on the bed semi-awkwardly. I could see he was trying to suppress a nervous grin, so got up onto my knees to kiss him forcefully. He didn’t need to be nervous. I was going to suck and fuck him and his friends and love every minute of it. With each second, his mouth grew hungry and his tongue urgently probed my mouth. He smelled familiar, but tasted different to how I had imagined – very clean. Maybe he’d made an extra effort for me. The thought of him brushing his teeth in preparation of fucking me made me push my hips into his and I could feel his bulging cock through his jeans. I knew I needed to taste that too.

I dropped to all fours, and got to work prising his cock out of his trousers. It was a decent size, which only excited me more. I love big, thick cocks that give me a real challenge and this one was very respectful. My friend was full of surprises. I looked up at him and mouthed “wow” before licking the shaft from balls to tip slowly with the flat of my tongue. Planting small sloppy kisses up and down it, I glanced up at him every time his cock twitched in pleasure. Now I had gotten him wet enough, I wanted him as deep inside my throat as I could handle. That feeling of a cock wedged in my throat had always made my pussy gush. I needed to feel it dripping down my legs.

Slowly at first, and then more readily, I put the entirety of his dick in my mouth. I knew that the others at the end of the bed were getting a wonderful profile view of it disappearing into me, and I tried my best to look at them as I choked it down. Sticking my tongue out when it was in deep, I managed to lick the underside of his balls at the same time as deep-throating him. This is a trick I mastered years ago, and it served the dual purpose of blowing a guy’s mind and making me feel like the cock-hungry cum slut that I am. Joe’s cock was hot and throbbing in my mouth, and the slick movement of his skin against my lips made my pussy ache. I was so empty, so I reached down between my legs and did my best to reach two fingers inside myself. I could not believe the string of my juices that clung to my fingers as I drew them out of my seizing pussy. I pulled my mouth away from Joe’s cock to invite Ollie to join us. As soon as he was close enough, I offered him my two wet fingers and he sucked them greedily. He too, produced a pulsing cock from his flies, right in front of my face. Fuck, it felt good to have two cocks on offer.

Taking Ollie’s cock in my hand, I noticed it was slightly thinner but perhaps longer than Joe’s. This one would be perfect for my ass, I thought. Going from working Joe’s cock slowly and sloppily, Ollie clearly liked a different style. I did my best not to splutter as he rammed my face down on his erection, but I did make a few gagging noises to spur him on. I loved being taken like this and I moaned as he thrust himself into my mouth –a deep animal sound that had to come from my chest, as my throat was otherwise engaged. When he relented, I went back to running my wet tongue all over Joe’s balls and cock, jerking my hand back and forth over Ollie’s erection to keep him satisfied. I stared up and them both and couldn’t help but give them a cheeky smirk. My face was wet with saliva and pre-cum. I must have looked a mess - a complete and utter whore.

Catching movement from the corner of my eye, I saw that Max had plunged his hand under his belt and he was rubbing himself furiously. Alex hadn’t moved. He kept his eyes trained on my dirty little mouth as two cocks took turns stretching it. Ollie caught me staring and turned my head back to him by grabbing my chin. He slapped me hard with his dick and rubbed it around my cheeks before forcing it back into my mouth. It was hard for my eyes not to roll back into my head, as I gasped for breath. Next I took Joe’s balls in my mouth and sucked on them gently, and soon after I had a cock in each hand and pressed them together into my mouth. It was a tight squeeze, and by this point my face and chest were wet with my efforts. Pulling them both out and steadying myself with one arm, I murmured to them about good it felt to have two cocks inside me…but not as good as three.

Taking the hint, Max stripped down and climbed onto the bed behind me. Peeling my underwear down my thighs, strings of my wetness followed. He rubbed himself on the entrance to my puffy, flushed lips, and even leant down to flick his tongue over my asshole. This sent shivers of electricity pouring through me, and for a second I lost all handle of the two cocks in front of my face. All I could feel was a wet, warm tongue exploring my tight hole and it drove me crazy that he even tried to push it inside me. Some guys wouldn’t even try to lick inside your ass. Alex had chosen well.

I remember hoping that Max enjoyed the taste of my ass, because I never wanted him to stop. He was also reaching forward to play with my nipples, which were still poking out of the top of my bra. If there’s anything that makes my ass and pussy clench in desire, it’s having my breasts played squeezed and pinched. After regaining my senses somewhat, I went back to guzzling on Ollie and Joe alternatively, and let out a small whine of indignation when I felt Max pull away from my ass. I wiggled my backside towards him, and suddenly felt his tongue lower down, circling my clit and lapping at my pussy from behind. He could have been under there doing nothing with his mouth open, and would have caught several drips of my wetness on his lips and chin. Each time his wet tongue ran over my clit, I felt closer to a monumental orgasm. He made out with my slit, rolling my lips between his, making me rub my ass and pussy back onto his face.

“Please fuck me.” I begged, between rubbing the two cocks on my face.

There was something so slutty and degrading about that smacking sound a dick makes when you suck on it hard and pull it out quickly - in my case to swap it for another one. Max was obviously closest to my pussy and I pleaded with Ollie to get his cock in my ass. I needed to feel all three holes filled with throbbing, wet dicks. My begging became louder and louder, until Joe stuffed his cock in my mouth once again – partly to silence me, partly just to feel my expert lips around him again. Max was next, slipping effortless into my tight pussy, and still managing to stretch it out. It was pink and swollen from the attention of his mouth and all I could think about was getting pounded as hard as he could muster.

Ollie was impatient and stood up on the bed, squatting down to get better leverage towards my asshole whilst keeping out of Max’s way. I was so wet from my own juices and Max’s tongue but Ollie spat on my ass anyway and followed it with a couple of hard slaps. Before I knew it my ass was being pulled apart and my aching ass finally felt full. Bucking back against them, I had almost lost track of Joe. Now he knelt on the floor in front of me, his face level with mine and he asked me if in all the time I knew him, I’d thought about fucking him. Before I had the chance to answer with all the depraved scenarios I’d put in him in my dirty talking with Alex, his hand was around my throat, squeezing the air from my lungs. I gasped and rocked with two cocks in my ass and pussy, and the feeling of my ebbing consciousness slipping away. The euphoria that accompanies being choked is like nothing else, and I could feel my muscles clenching around the dicks in my body. I had never been happier than that moment and then everything was black. The last thing I remember hearing was the groans and growls, and the slapping of wet skin against skin.

The next thing I know, I was coming to. I was now completely naked – my underwear stripped off and thrown aside like a used condom. Wait, no. What was that in my mouth? A familiar feeling of lace greeted my tongue and I could taste the strong flavour of my own pussy and ass. A third flavour was the most exciting – the taste of fresh cum on my bunched knickers. I was slumped over the edge at the foot of the bed, ass held in the air by the frame and face in the now rumbled and soiled duvet covers. My hands were bound tightly in front of me and my pussy and ass were burning with use. I was stretched wide and throbbing.

The sound of the door opening alerted my senses and hardened my nipples once again. I heard the rustle of paper and suddenly a note was placed next to my head so I could see it. I recognised Alex’s hand and wedding ring immediately. The paper was dirty and slightly wet at the edges. It read in large, deliberate capitals next to an arrow that pointed towards me:

*← DESPERATE FUCKTOY. HELP YOURSELVES. *

Beneath these words was a tally. As I read the note, it made my pussy spasm in anticipation, like it was grasping for the next cock and pushing cum out of my freshly fucked holes. It trickled down my leg in spurts, mixing together in a depraved mix of fluids. Alex’s hand came down to cross through the second set of four lines. I smiled as best a girl can with cum-stained panties in her mouth, as he laid his perfect hands on my hips.

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