The Devil's Threeway Pt. 04: Gang Bang

The Devil's Threeway Part 4: Gang Bang

"Tell him," He ordered.

"I want to..."

The sounds clogged in my throat, not able to force the thought forward. He pulled on the collar around my neck, the heart-shaped steel ringlet attached to the lead. Behind me, my wrists had been tied, velcroed together in soft, black handcuffs. They weren't made of steel, just a kind of strap that kept me firmly from moving without letting anything dig into my wrist.

There hadn't been time to discuss exactly what was about to happen to me. Truthfully, I didn't want to know. But everything would be drawn from months of fucking each other while we talked out our darkest fantasies. Bound, being led into the middle of the room with hooting men ready to take me, I steadied myself by remembering that I had asked for this...

We both were into kinky public sex - it's how we met - but dating proved a little harder. Though we'd discussed our boundaries through endless talks and some incredible foreplay, there hadn't been any group sex since that first night, when Halloween turned into a random hook-up/threeway.

Since then, I'd loved finally feeling like a slut. During the week, I worked and studied, trying to transfer out of Towton, where I was in the middle of my freshman year. Whenever I went up to College Park to visit Gabe, I found myself indulging in more and more adventurous sex, our bodies slamming together over the sound of screamed fantasies of dominance and control. But they were only fantasies...

Until today... when I finally told him to do it.

Whatever he wanted to me.

Only an hour ago, Gabe took me to a diner, arranging for me to suck the waiter's big black cock in the bathroom. With cum still in my mouth, I'd walked out of the door and into a beautiful black girl, who watched when I swallowed my cum right in front of Daddy.

Just like he commanded.

He had controlled my orgasm all day. In between my legs was an egg-shaped vibrator he controlled with his iPhone, sporadically shaking and bringing me always to the precipice of another orgasm. It was the only way I could actually do these things that drove me crazy with lust without becoming too self-conscious about my kinky cravings.

Once turned on enough, I would actually let him do anything. It made communicating before all the more important, because in the moment I needed to be dominated completely. There was something freeing in abandoning all these hang-ups to obey every command, no matter how degrading. Pushed to the brink of my boundaries, I could forget all of my studies, my life, my worries, and just become the tall, slender, brunette beauty; an object only noticed for her large breasts and slutty demeanor.

Desperate to cum, I would do whatever he wanted.

Down from my collar went a leather harness, four straps leading down from my neck to a leather top boosting up my breasts a little uncomfortably. As I took steps around the parlor room of Alpha Epsilon Pi, a frat house at the University of Maryland, everyone could see my tits spilling over the lifting undercarriage. A single buckle from the middle stretched down, opening into twin leather strips that showed my freshly shaved sex.

The egg remained inside of me, sporadically sputtering on and off in bursts. My pussy dripped with desire, the flat of the outside edge of the vibrator shaking against my clit every time Gabe hit the button on his iPhone. Sometimes I would trip a little, forcing him to catch me. My legs barely worked, loose and shaking, my pussy unable to distinguish entirely between the throb of the toy and the impatient yearning from below my waist.

Wearing this hardcore BDSM outfit, anyone in the room could have fucked me. My ass had nothing to cover it, not even the pretend decency of a thong. And yet with my nipples standing erect, my pussy quaking, and my ass ready to be fucked, I wasn't anywhere as embarrassed as I should have been. Surrounded by dozens of men, each with instructions about what could happen to me, I began to relish the attention, able to look up and meet the eyes of several spectators (mostly college-aged boys) as Gabe paraded me around the room.

But I had to do more than just look.

Gabe was breaking me of any reservation, showing me the depths of my depravity. He paraded me around slowly, upping the ante with each interaction. I would have to ask to cum, my own body twisting and squirming as I stood in front of subsequent strangers.

I knew it was a game, but for the time-being my body belonged to him. Daddy would decide which men would fuck me and how, and each time he stopped tugging on my lease, I wondered if it was time.

The looks I had gotten used to. The way I had sucked off another man earlier, it was all becoming easier, more natural. Still it was hard to muster more than a yes or no answer, let alone start a conversation looking like this.

As I stood in front of a smirking pledge, I couldn't bring myself to speak.

While I struggled, Gabe tugged on my collar, reminding me of my place.

"Tell them," Daddy said again.

"I want to cum."

I looked away from him, my eyes unable to meet his. A freshman, or at least he acted like it. Scared and unable to focus, he just mumbled something, before Gabe asked him to repeat it.

"Thanks for telling us," He said, almost robotically. "Can I watch?"

"Yes-" I said,

Gabe pulled my lease, directing me to another partygoer.

"I want to cum."

"How are you going to do that?"

"I'll do anything you want," I said.

The stranger looked at me, his eyes clearly imagining his cock somewhere inside of me.

Maybe everywhere, in hole after hole.

"I'm sure a bunch of guys here will fuck you," He said. "I'd fuck you."

"Not tonight," Gabe said, leading me away by the collar.

There was a bit of reassurance that came from that. Not to be mean, but the crass guy already offering himself was more than a little pudgy. While we had discussed my public use fantasy over and over again. I had no desire to be randomly given to a bunch of creepy, unattractive dudes that might finish in a few seconds.

Gabe was in complete control. As my dominant Daddy he would pick who got to use me and how, while allowing me to believe I was no more than public property. In reality, I might have done anything without him to control me. When aroused enough, I was capable of anything, no matter how dangerous. My mouth, my pussy, even my asshole were willing and eager receptacles for load after load until the rounds of relentless fucking pushed me past my limit.

Thankfully Gabe understood this. I could clamp down my sex drive, keeping myself cloistered, but once exposed like this...

He led me around, stopping me in front of a dark-haired freshman, well-built with messy brown hair. Unlike the first few guys, this man was pretty good looking. Even in his t-shirt, I could tell he had a lean, toned muscular frame.

By now the words came out easily, in a well-practiced monotone voice.

"I want to cum," I said, then added to it.

"Please help me cum."

He chuckled awkwardly.

"I guess we're in for another night of fun," He said. "Girls like you are for fucking..."

I blushed, thinking about the last time I had been in the parlor room. How I let Gabe rub my pussy on the dance floor before taking me into his bedroom. He had fucked me in front of everyone, leaving the door cracked so that strangers could watch. He'd made me scream that I was for fucking... right before I sucked off another stranger.

It had been the start of everything wonderful in my life. One night, repressed for an entire semester, I just let myself go, allowing two men I just met to take me like a dirty slut in front of everyone. I don't think either of us expected to actually start dating after what seemed like a night of reckless abandon.

But then again, why shouldn't the wild, weird, fucked-up sex be the kind shared with a real partner?

Gabe orchestrated everything, instructing the guy to come and take my mouth as he plowed into me. He was just as eager to share me in a group sex scenario, spurred on by our mutual interest in group sex and willing to share me whenever he saw fit.

Standing in front of this handsome stranger, I wondered how many men Gabe would let fuck me tonight...

"You know that was the hottest part," The guy said. "Hearing you scream 'I'm for fucking.' Tell me again."

"I'm for fucking..." I said somberly.

"She doesn't recognize me, does she?"

My brow furrowed in consternation, trying to make a connection, but before I could really react, he was standing, undoing the belt on his jeans.

"That's okay, maybe she'll remember this..."

I didn't have his dick memorized, but the suggestion alone was enough for me to connect the dots. It had been months since our first escape, the threeway that started it all. Everything with Gabe had been such a blur of new excitement and energy that the details had been pushed into the background.

Not that the image wasn't burned into my head, but even sucking another man became part of being with Gabe, the additional actor no more than a bit part in our romance.

He hurriedly pulled his penis from his pants, not quite hard, but already swelling with excitement. Again, it wasn't that I recognized him by his penis, though I did have the funny image of a police officer asking me to identify five different dicks in a line-up.

"I'm sorry," Gabe said, apologizing on my behalf. "My slut seems to have forgotten her manners. Danielle, this is Brad, he made our acquaintance once before. You'll have to excuse her, Brad. See, Dannielle loves to suck cock so much that she can't always remember who has taken her."

"That's alright," Brad said, reaching out to tweak my left nipple. "I'm sorry, is it okay if I touch you?"

"Tell him," Gabe said.

"Anyone can do anything to me," I said, suddenly inspired.

My pussy, on display beneath the leather harness, dripped with excitement, wanting more. Brad moved both hands to cup my breasts, squeezing them together over the leather undercarriage. Then one hand went lower. He reached between my legs, teasing my bare, desperate pussy by touching the flap of the toy against my clit.

"Tell him more," Gabe commanded.

Somehow, through ragged breaths, I managed to spill out my most common fantasy

"If it wasn't for Daddy, I would spread my legs open at the front of some seedy bar and let every man in there take me."

"Oh yeah?" He said, inspecting the egg inside my pussy.

He played with it, and without me noticing, Gabe turned the vibrator on, causing me to shake and twist in front of this man.

"Go ahead, tell me where you would let them cum," Brad said. "I mean, I already covered you in my cum."

"And she didn't even remember you," Gabe said. "Go ahead pet, I think you owe Brad an apology. Why don't you kiss it and make it better?"

Slowly, I sank to my knees, needing help to keep my balance with my hands cuffed behind my back. I craned my neck, finding the right angle, opening to let his head slide into my mouth. There was no stroking, nothing I could do with my hands cuffed behind my back.

I could only suck, swallow and please.

I had to work to get underneath his dangling head, approaching sideways, shrugging shoulders to find the right angle. My lips touched inexpertly around the side of his dick, pulling him up so that I could engulf at least the pink head. I straightened up, my ass resting against my heels, spread so that anyone could see. The vibrator buzzed, and I couldn't help bouncing a little, using the action to stimulate my needy pussy by rubbing the flap of the toy against my clit.

He hardened quickly in my mouth, filling up my throat with his length. Gabe was a little bigger, a lot thicker, and so taking him didn't prove too much of a challenge at first. But still, it was a surprise, making it difficult at first.

There was also the room.

Dozens of voices letting out astonished whispers, creating the effect of a limitless audience. Though I couldn't see, I sensed their eyes, imagining each discussing what a slut I was, and whether it was worth fucking me.

After all, if I would suck this stranger, how many men had fucked me?

Little did they know that despite my recent behavior, in the past I'd been such a prude. Including Gabe, I'd only had sex with four men.

And none of them satisfied me like him.

After all, I was dressed in a leather outfit that didn't cover anything, paraded around like a pet before being made to suck another man's dick. In my mind, each frat boy watched attentively, trying to decide what exactly they would do to me. And part of me hoped that their hard-ons would make the decision for them. That no man would be able to resist shoving his cock into my mouth after the show I'd put on with Brad.

I sensed someone moving behind me, whispering something to Gabe and I lost my concentration. I gagged on Brad's big cock, pulling back from it, a small bit of saliva clinging to his head. I sputtered a little, coughing and trying to steady myself. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a crowd of men gathering, almost surrounding me.

I did my best to focus straight ahead, thinking only about the penis in my mouth. Occasionally, my eyes would dart to the periphery, seeing the growing group of men standing around me, shoulders jostling against each other to find the best spot to watch the action. Still, I kept slurping up and down on Brad's dick, trying my best to please me even as it became impossible not to notice the proximity of all these other men.

"God, she's so much better than last time," Brad said. "You must have really trained her with your dick Gabe."

"Don't be selfish," Gabe said. "This whore belongs to the entire room."

But Brad took his time, quickly shoving his dick all the way in and out of my mouth a few more times, leaving me gasping for air. I barely had time to register what was happening before another man grabbed my hair, pulling me off-balanced by my left pigtail.

I didn't resist, more angling myself than actually moving. And before I truly knew what was happening, another dick slammed down my throat. He pumped his hips against my head too quickly, the head of his cock bulging against the side of my cheek, not quite aligning right.

His hands held the nubs of my pigtails, using them as leverage to direct me to face more towards his liking. Thankfully, he was a little smaller than Brad and I was able to take him a little easier. I bobbed up and down, my nose slapping against his pubic hair. I went faster, trying to prove myself, pausing only to use my tongue to tease the tender hole in his head.

"Fuck she's so good," He said. "I'm going to cum."

He pulled away, apparently deciding it was too early in the evening to decorate my face with his load. Again, another dick was shoved into my face. And like an eager whore, I opened my mouth, accepting the bulbous head. It was only as I looked up, seeing only an obstructed view of the man's face that I realized what I had done.

I had just sucked a stranger....

And I hadn't even seen his face.

This man could approach me at school, see me on the street, and know that he'd put his cock in my willing mouth without me even knowing his face.

I was beyond slutty. The names for what I was about to become: whore, slut, harlot - these weren't quite enough. As I sucked another stranger, seeing around me several hard dicks standing at attention, waiting their turn, I started thinking of the worst names I'd ever heard.

Three-holed slut.

Gang bang whore.

Cum dumpster.

And I wanted to be used just like that, to be filled and controlled, to be treated like a toy, a warm place where each of these men could masturbate. I wanted them to fuck me, to treat me with no more respect than they would a blow-up doll.

I slid my head forward again, hearing that familiar sound of my throat accepting him over the encouragement of the crowd. They were becoming wild, almost uncontrollable. I could just barely hear the skin slapping against palm as many of the men started to openly masturbate, not caring who saw or how close they were to each other.

There was a slight feeling of panic as I obsessed over what could happen if these men lost control. A fine, nearly invisible line existed in between my wildest fantasy and an actual gang rape that would leave me scarred for life. I wanted to be abused, to be passed around like a bong at a party, but I didn't want to be used by creeps or anyone that would actually hurt me physically. I wanted to be fucked by strangers, to be turned into just a slut enjoyed just for her tits, pussy, and ass, but I didn't want to leave the party catching something.

I took a deep breath, remembering that I trusted Gabe...

He'd set the whole thing up, creating my fantasy. Of course, the thing about submission is it's difficult to choreograph from the bottom. I wanted to be surprised and to be safe. I managed a brief moment of reflection, calming myself by remembering just how lucky I was. Instead of pursuing my desires in the most desperate, unsafe way imaginable, I had a partner, a man who wouldn't become jealous or judge me for wanting the same thing everyone watched.

A partner who started my sexual exploration instead of ending it.

I gasped for air, my throat struggling to swallow as I forced myself down on another man's cock. I tried to pause, to slow down, but I wasn't in control of the situation any longer. He grabbed me by the pigtails, pulling me towards him, the head of his dick plunging back and forth down the back of my neck.

I sputtered, drool falling down my neck, my shoulders shrugging away as he took my mouth. Somehow he sensed I had enough, letting go and sending me flying backwards, spit flying out of my mouth. I barely had time to gulp a greedy gasp of oxygen before another man pulled me by the hair, mercifully letting me nurse at the head of his dick. Blinking, tears stopped welling and started falling from my eyes, only I didn't want it to stop.

Then he started again, like the rest, shoving his dick straight down my throat, using my hair, my head, my neck to forcibly face fuck me past the point of being able to take anymore. Then he would throw me to the next man, sometimes holding my head still for the next eager cock.

It became a pattern, a swap between three or four eager men, including Gabe. They would use me until I nearly choked, giving me a chance for just a few frantic breathes before it would begin again, man after man stopping only at the point near eruption. I wanted to say there were four or five men, but I couldn't be sure...

That was part of the thrill.

I sucked, not sure of who I was pleasing, being traded like a toy over and over again. Even when I opened my eyes, I could barely see more than the waist of the man driving my head forward. In a circle, each took their turn, my hands strapped helpless behind my back, unable to even slow their pace. One by one, they would drive the length inside of me, marveling at how much I took.

At first, it seemed impossible. My throat threatened to swell up. I swore I was crying, my nose stuffed up, and I thought I would suffocate on each new cock. Then something changed. I relaxed, going limp, letting these men do whatever they wanted. I devoured each dick, willing to be as wanton as they would let me, the entire time desperately desiring the same sort of attention inside my cunt.

I opened my eyes, only then realizing who I was sucking. His cock stood out even among these mostly well-endowed men. Big, black, with a large vein, a size that even now I couldn't take. Determined, I relaxed again, overpowering through sheer will the need to eject such a large invader out of my throat.

Triumphantly, I looked up, my nose resting in his kinky black pubic hair.

"Good girl," Anthony said. "She's already so much better than earlier today."

I pulled back, then made myself go forward again. It was harder doing it the second time, but somehow I managed. I kept working, sucking faster and faster, able to deep-throat the big black dick that had been too much earlier...

When Gabe had made me suck him in the diner's bathroom.

Worse, I had been caught with cum in my mouth by another college-aged girl. A tall, lanky African American who made sure to judge me for being such a whore.

"She's still new to this," Anthony said. "And she's already able to swallow this python"

I went for a minute or more, before he guided me back. Gratefully, I licked up and down his cock, arching my head to lick the side. My bubble butt rested on my heels, my breasts pressed against his thigh as I knelt, licking every inch, looking like the X-rated heroine of an old 50's B movie.

Only with my tits and ass out, my mouth worshipping his big black cock.

"God, look at her take that thing..."

"Do you think he'll let us fuck her?"

"You really want to fuck her?

"Fuck yeah man

My tits swung back and forth almost painfully as Anthony ravaged my mouth.

"Damn, she's about to make me nut..."

"Don't ruin her yet," I heard a female voice say.

"You're right, you take her," Anthony said.

And again, I was passed from man to man, now more vocal than before.

"God, you are such a slut."

"Daddy must be so proud."

"Do you think she even knows how many men have fucked her?"

"She's got two hands, let her use them."

"Fuck that, she's got two other holes," another voice called.

Strong hands undid the leather cuffs, and my hands were pressed onto two different cocks, stroking absently as I slobbered mindlessly over each person. Other than Anthony and Brad, I had never met any of these men before, nor could I even count how many had just been in my mouth. Five was just a guess. My hands seemed to grab men at random as I concentrated on the main task, letting my mouth be shared.

A hand grabbed my wrist, nothing new, I had been directed to stroke quite a few guys.

"Hey, dickhead!" Gabe shouted. "Invitation only."

He held my hand near his penis, almost trying to decide if giving this handjob was still the idea it had been only seconds ago.

"Get that asshole out of here!" Gabe yelled. "Babe if he puts that anywhere near you, yank it off."

A few men guided him away before my mouth was stuffed with another cock. I should have been traumatized, scared at my situation where anyone could put one in my mouth. Instead, part of me felt relieved, even relaxed knowing that my boyfriend had actually arranged everything and everyone.

Because I would have sucked him.

I would have let anyone in the world fuck me just to cum.

I returned to please the crowd, sucking one, while they competed for my attention, rubbing their shafts up and down my cheek, nearly touching each other in an attempt to take my mouth. I lost myself completely, forgetting everything, wanting nothing more than to be fucked.

"Wait a second!" I heard a girl said. "Before you get her all dirty."

The circle parted, letting a tall, sporty looking African American woman enter, the same girl who had caught me sucking off a stranger in the bathroom. For a stupid second, I couldn't believe the coincidence, before foolishly remembering that Gabe had arranged everything. Bumping into me hadn't been a coincidence. Gabe planned for me to be caught leaving a public restroom with a mouthful of another man's cum.

She was pretty, her hair tied into a ponytail, her smallish, dark skinned breasts displayed by the tight crop top that didn't really cover much. There was something more shameful about being seen by a woman acting so wantonly, even one who was in on the act. Men were supposed to like gangbangs, while the only girl interested in the scene is some desperate morally destitute bimbo with no better options for money.

What a stupid fucking standard, to say something should only been seen, but never done. What bullshit to think someone is better for witnessing an act than performing it. Jackson Pollock is the talentless hack, but the snobs sneering at the art gallery matter. What a self-effacing sort of misogyny, creating castes of women, preventing so many from fulfilling the same common fantasy.

Because even with a wonderfully supportive partner, I still had this inner shame about sex. And to be honest, the only way I was able to do anything like this was to ratchet up my libido. I had been teased with this toy pussy for hours, perpetually kept on the edge of climax, forced into erotic scenarios of shame drenched submission.

For some reason, I could barely look at her. I hung my head, my hands clasped together over my pussy, my arms hiding my tits.

"God damn are you desperate," She said.

I wanted to disappear into the floor.

"You know what's going to happen next. These men are going to take turns in every one of your holes. In less than an hour, they'll cover you in cum like a porn star desperate to make a few more bucks"

She smirked at me.

"Only you aren't getting paid, are you? You're really just a dumb cum bucket."

"Go on, tell me."

She poked me in the shoulder, making me speak.

I mumbled; my eyes unable to meet hers.

"I'm a cum bucket..."

"Louder, go ahead, let them know," She said. "Say Sandra, I'm a dumb cum bucket."

"Sandra, I'm a cum-"

She interjected.

"I'm a dumb."

"I'm a dumb cum bucket.."

"Louder!"

"I'm a dumb cum bucket!"

Only then could I look up, seeing her smile. Sandra stepped forward, standing over me, lording a superiority over me, she pulled down her skirt, revealing a white, lacy thong. She pulled up off her top, revealing breasts a little larger than I would have guessed, but nowhere near mine. Her nipples were light against her darkened flesh, spread out wider than mine, covering a large portion of her natural curves.

I loved how they didn't bounce. I thought about how well everything must have looked on her. There were so many tops and dresses that aren't at all designed for girls with massive breasts like mine. But I didn't have long to linger. She moved her pussy near me, covered only by that tiny triangle.

"I'm not a slut like you," She said, running her hands condescendingly through my hair. "I don't get done up like some cheerleader princess to get fucked by a group of guys."

She bent down, her breasts somehow still managing to look incredible even bent at that angle. The dark-haired beauty looked me in the eyes, her hand on my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes.

"I only fuck women," Sandra said. "I have a few pledges that do anything, and I mean anything. I'm going to own you one day. I heard you want into U of M. There could be a place for you in our house. But first, I'm going to see if you're any good. Gabe tells me you've never been with a girl before..."

"Yes... no..." I stumbled. "I haven't..."

"Good, that's the only reason I'm interested," She said. "It's so hard to find a virgin."

She stood, smirking, looking down.

"Oh, I know you're not really that, but most girls experiment. Call me a weird dyke, but I like taking straight girls and queering them up."

She held me, her fingers around my ears, then smiled down at me.

"Tell me what you want..."

"I want-"

"Mistress, please," She corrected.

"Mistress, please let me cum."

"Oh no, I'm not licking your pussy," She said. "But if you make me cum, maybe I'll let you get fucked."

"Yes mistress, please," I said, not believing I was really about to do this. "Please, mistress, can I lick your pussy."

She pulled me forward by each pigtail, though it did not take long for me to get the hint. Unlike my carefully clean pussy, her pussy displayed a neatly trimmed bush, kinky and jet black. It made the contrast between the two of us that much more profound. She was a real woman. I was the stupid girl ready to be fucked. My nose nested near her pubes, my tongue mimicking Gabe, gliding gently up and down the exposed nub of her sex, just above her lips.

"You're sure she's never done this before?" My mistress asked.

I heard Gabe's voice answer over my shoulder, closer than I remembered.

"Never," Gabe said. "Is she doing a good job Sandra?"

"Mediocre," She said.

For some reason that stung more than the humiliating task. I had never eaten a girl out before, never even really considered the nuances of cunnilingus. How was I supposed to compete with such a school stuffed with bisexual nymphs?

She didn't give me time to think about it. One hand grabbed the root of my pigtail, yanking me off the perfunctory task. Her hand slapped me across the face, hard enough to smart, but not enough to truly hurt.

For a brief second I glared at her, my eyes brimming with an angry sort of defiance, blinking back the tears.

I could have stopped this at any time, all I need to do is say red and everything would have ground to a halt. That I didn't dare told me about the deep chasm of my most desperate and depraved desires.

Only there was my pride, feebly and fledgling, trying to assert itself against the wantoned willingness of my basest nature. I wanted to resist, if only to tell myself later that there had been a thought, a small voice that spoke against being treated as only a sexual object.

A very small voice indeed, barely a whisper.

Not even a no...

But enough for my mistress to sense.

"Do you have something to say?"

Did I?

And I couldn't help myself, even with clenching my jaw and the words like sandpaper in my throat, I said it.

I submitted.

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra."

I returned to my task, voraciously lapping every inch of her dripping pussy. I worked up and down, sideways and slantways until every inch of her slit was coated with my salvia. I went with a newfound sense of enthusiasm, finding that as I adjusted, surrendering another part of my sexual soul, I actually kind of liked the taste.

In my ears I could hear the soft mewing of her moans, her fingers relaxing their grip on my hair, letting me dictate the pace.

"That's..." She stammered. "It's much better Gabe."

"I knew she would learn," Gabe said. "But she could use the practice. Maybe I should lend her to you for the weekend. You could make her into one of your pets."

There was something about the way they talked over me, discussing me as though a thoughtless creature incapable of anything other than consent that turned me on more and more. My cunt ached for release, each thud from the wireless vibrator inside of me creating a throbbing ache in between my legs.

Greedily I lapped, giving her complete power of my body, hearing her breathing falter then explode again into heavy pants. She let out a miniscule cry, easily controlling a brief spell of joy.

"She's not bad," Sandra said, pushing me back from her. "I'll let her pledge Gabe, but she may not be any use to you after I'm done with her."

Gabe smirked.

"Maybe you want to bet on that?"

"Talk to me later baby," Sandra said, bending over.

Sandra kissed me, delicate, soft, passionately, knowing exactly what to do with her tongue, meeting me in our embrace and lingering just long enough to leave me wanting more. Her hands then reached to my lips, squeezing them to make a pedantic duck face as she growled at me.

"I can taste myself on you..."

Then she leaned it, whispering into my ear.

"You stupid white bitches," Sandra whispered. "Willing to do anything for a big, black cock. I guess you need a half dozen white ones to do the work of one."

I could feel the words rattle against my very being.

"Whatever you think he can do for you," Sandra said. "I will be even more dominant. Girl, I will break you into tiny pieces then rebuild you into the whore I want."

I struggled to even breath; it was like she knew exactly which way to turn the knife.

"Let me leave you something to remember that by," Sandra said.

Then she bent down, pulling out a large sharpie.

"Wha- " I started as she moved to write on my bare thigh.

"Shut up," Sandra said. "God damn girl, if I wanted to hear something smart from your mouth, I'd wait a few minutes and lap up the cum running out of it."

I tried to stay still, desperate not to disappoint her while she scrawled out the words in big, black magic marker with gigantic block letters.

I NEEDED TO CUM

Then she left a blank.

TIMES

Her hand reached down, rubbing against my clit, driving the toy roughly into me. The vibrating outside of the egg was nearly too much as she mashed her hand against my sex, moving the whole thing inside and out as she masturbated me in front of everyone.

My breasts heaved, shaking, my knees threatening to buckle against the hard floor. I tried to control myself, to keep myself from traversing the boundaries. Already, something submissive was taking over my mind, blocking me from releasing an orgasm that had been building throughout the day.

Sandra was rough, even mercilessly as she pulled the toy in and out. I had gotten so accustomed to the feel of it, that my lips resisted each attempt. I let out a cry, more pain than pleasure.

"Oh!" Her voice was so patronizing. "Look at the poor thing! She doesn't even know if she likes this yet."

I was flush, perspiration spilling down into my face, washing away the saliva and pre-cum that had been smeared over all of my skin. Sandra worked the toy against my clit, rubbing circles around it. My legs started jiggling, tingling almost like everything past my hips had fallen asleep only to be jolted back awake by the deliberate motions of her hand.

Then she leaned in, whispering into my ear.

"But you do like it, huh?" She purred. "You're not going to be able to control yourself, are you?"

I let out a soft mew, ashamed that this stranger could manipulate me so easily. There was something worse about being placed on display by a woman. Maybe I felt that at least a man might understand how being so desperately horny might drive someone to such extremes. But even given her obvious comfort in causing this reaction in me, I couldn't keep myself from flooding with embarrassment.

"You're going to cum, huh?" Sandra said, reading me perfectly. "You're so close. I can tell. You've been close since the diner."

I looked at the floor, watching her arm as it moved against my belly button to force the toy as far up in me as she could.

"Can I cum?" I said.

She looked away, still manipulating my pussy like I was her puppet. I could sense the growing crowd, hear the men forming a circle. Their cocks were out, gently stroking as they watched the two women at the epicenter of the action.

I asked again.

"Can I cum? Please? It hurts so bad!"

There was a dull throbbing at the bottom of my clit, growing more uncomfortable as I clamped down, trying to stifle the inevitable.

Then I realized what I needed to say.

"Mistress Sandra, please can I cum?"

"At least you figured that much out," Sandra said. "I guess God spent so much time on your tits, he didn't have any energy for much else."

I stared down my breasts, always feeling insecure about how they sloped from that angle. It wasn't as though they sagged, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I avoided certain poses whenever possible.

Sandra was just so pretty, so perfect, and I wanted to do everything possible to please her, even if it meant denying myself. I tried to focus, my vision went hazy, my mind elsewhere, trying anything to stop my climax.

"Please..."

"It doesn't matter what I say, huh?" Sandra said. "You're just a greedy, stupid Bawlmer whore who wants every dick she can get."

"Mistress, please, I can't..."

"Tell me," Sandra said. "Tell me what you are..."

"I'm..." I choked at the words, unable to believe how much it turned me on. "I'm a stupid..."

"A stupid Bawlmer whore."

"I'm a stupid Bawlmer whore."

"At least you have good tits. That's all these men want," Sandra said.

I found myself repeating her, the little piece of self-respect cringing at how quickly I had fallen under her spell.

"All these men want is my tits," I said stonily.

She laughed.

"Wow, maybe I'll have a use for you," Sandra said, looking over her shoulder as continued playing with me.

"Please mistress..."

I sounded so pitiful.

"You're going to cum anyways," Sandra said. "You don't have permission, and I'm not going to give it to you yet, but I don't think you can help yourself. You wanted my pussy, my ass, my tits so bad..."

"Yes mistress, I want to please you."

"I'm not going to want you in a hot minute," Sandra said. "You're about to be gang-fucked, like a desperate broke bitch in a low-budget porno. Only you're doing it for free. You want as many dicks as you can get in your holes."

I started to scream with pleasure, needing release so bad.

"Please! Please mistress let me cum! I'll do anything."

"It's going to be so much worse for you once you cum," Sandra said. "When you cum, I'm going to punish you. Then I'm going to throw you to them. They are gonna fuck you right in front of your boyfriend, dick after dick until you're used up. They are gonna pass you around like a whore. You're gonna have cum in your pussy, in your ass, in your hair, on your stupid little face, you're gonna..."

And the words fell away as my climax overtook any effort to control it. Unlike any previous orgasm, my resistance muted the pleasure. But even so, I went through the same primordial spasms. I thrashed; my pigtails bouncing off my shoulders.

"Oh, I just knew you couldn't hold it in," Sandra said.

Her hand then started slapping against my clit, softly spanking my pussy. Each hit sent a jolt of pain up to my throat, forcing me to steady myself.

"Bad girl, bad slut!" She bellowed, enunciating each word so the crowd could hear. "You are going to learn to cum only when I say so."

Her hand hit my pussy again and again. Instead of riding the wave of the orgasm, my vagina returned to its previous state, a little sore, desperate to be used again.

Then one hand spread my legs, the tip of the marker making a tally next to the words so that on my thigh it read: I Needed to Cum I Times.

And I knew the number would not stay at 1.

"There," Sandra said, tossing the marker to Gabe. "Keep track of how many times she orgasms with tally marks, then send me a picture."

She looked me in the eyes.

"I want another photo for my wall," Sandra said. "That's your punishment for disappointing me. When it's over, Gabe is going to take a picture. Don't worry, I won't let too many people see it. But every time it will remind you of what you really are."

Then she stood, towering over me, leaving me looking up at her while she adjusted her skirt, looking a stark contrast compared to my abject state.

"At least she's got big titties, right?" Sandra said.

Then she curled her lip into something resembling a sneer.

"That's the only reason they want you," Sandra said. "You're just another piece of Towson ass aching to feel a real man between your legs."

Then she looked over at me, my eyes following her blank expression to trace around the room. In a near panic, I realized I couldn't even count the number of men in the circle surrounding us. At least I could spot Gabe, still strictly supervising the whole scene. But it appeared that the entire living room was surrounded by eager Maryland frat boys waiting to devour my body.

I'm certain if I paused long enough to allow my retinas to process each individual, I might have noticed familiar faces like Anthony and Brad. But I guess I was just overwhelmed, my eyes drifting to the sea of exposing dicks, wondering how many Gabe would expect me to serve before satisfying him.

There was something still holding me back, an internal sense of dread that refused to let me believe that going willingly into such a ribald imitation of pornography didn't brand me with a scarlet taint. But even so, the stronger self-begged to be stigmatized, to be labeled that kind of girl, even if just for this moment.

I couldn't speak - how could a woman in any society freely admit to imagining her own ravishment over and over again. Embedded in that fermented, forbidden desire was everything dared to be dreamed, the edge of ecstasy nestled in the maw of passion, right before the sharp bit of a nightmare.

Because it could easily go too far...

Much as any woman might tremble desperately at the idea of being taken, there exists in each of us an ill-defined line. I wanted to be fucked, almost against my will until I could truly take no more. But in itself, that already poses the problem. How could I possibly know what I would endure until I had made the attempt?

And already, the hardest part, my pride, had evaporated.

"Go ahead," Gabe said, nodding his approval. "Tell everyone what they can do."

Swallowing hard, I managed barely more than a whisper.

"Fuck me..."

"What belongs to the frat?" Gabe said. "What belongs to Maryland now?"

"My tits, my mouth, my pussy, my ass," I recited dutifully.

"You heard her..." Gabe said.

I looked at him, his eyes never changing as hands enclosed around my body. I was positioned, stood up and bent over, my mouth returning to Anthony's black behemoth. In a way, it was more comforting, even as strange and unyielding hands guided wordlessly across my body, exploring my tits and ass, pinching and tugging at my nipples as though I was some worthless present to be unwrapped.

Unknown, unnamed, unannounced arms and hands draped over me, creating the illusion of irrepressible lust. I glanced around wildly, feeling completely powerless, finding Gabe gone, dispersed amongst the crowd to maintain some semblance of discipline. I tried to find him, only to have Anthony hold me face still, my eyes bulging up at him as he forced me down his dark, throbbing dick.

There were rules, limitations we had discussed over and over again when planning this elaborate situation. But here, crouched over, feeling the spongy head of another penis pressing against the cleft of my ass, there seemed to be nothing stopping the entire state from taking their turn with me if the lust bubbled over.

My tits bounced back and forth painfully as I worked at sucking him. From this uncomfortable angle, I could barely swallow half. Then there were the fingers, exploring my tender cheeks, finding the right spot where I parted for the toy. Then Anthony abruptly moved me, pulling me up by the collar leading me through the crowd.

He and another man stripped me naked except for the collar, pulling me vulnerable through the parting crowd. I was powerless to stop anything that might happen to me, eager to go whenever someone familiar would take me. I was led along docilely, past leering eyes and groping hands. My mind went to the extremes, waiting for the crowd to rush Anthony, overwhelming him with their numbers.

Anxious and teetering on the margin of what was manageable, I found myself fixated on the sheer number of people, probably only a few dozen, mostly men who were intimately known to the fraternity. But most were unknown to me, strangers who felt entitled to touch my tits, my ass, my pussy....

And what else would they feel entitled to?

The fantasy was being taken, overwhelmed, ravaged, offered up to a rival school as just a piece of ass and a nice pair of tits for the campus to use. There were plenty of insecurities at work, like my inability to get into Maryland and my own interest in such scenes, mixed with a long-suppressed desire to really fulfill my erotic desires. Those clips on Pornhub, those women degraded and publicly taken in a rough, nearly abusive fucking. It was the kind of thing most women would barely admit to even enjoying. I needed more. I needed to actually do the things that ran my engine at 100 rpms, to do what other women only dream about.

This was so much different than learning to watch such a scene with wild abandon. This was reality. I knew myself. And right now, with my vagina dripping and desperate, I would take almost any man who pulled out his dick and offered to give me some satisfaction. I would have numbly let each of them spill their seed inside my pussy and ass, until I couldn't tell who had used me where....

I wanted to be treated like the sluttiest woman ever to step on their campus. As someone less than other girls like Sandra, an object stripped completely of all self-respect and sexual autonomy. I wasn't really worthless. I wasn't actually a dumb whore. But already I had learned from Gabe the freedom that comes from shedding all that puffed up pride and pretense. There was something cathartic from submission, aided and abetted by the swelling crowd, all wanting to pound into me.

But there were limits. I didn't want to wake up regretting an STI or being damaged by careless casualness. And while I wanted to lose control, I depended on someone else showing a modicum of restraint. Just as I was about to panic, beginning to worry about what these men would do to me, the crowd spread a little more to show Gabe. He was standing next to an oddly shaped bench on a piece of tarp next to Brad and another stranger, already stroking a long, uncircumcised snake.

I hoped I'd sucked him before.

Tugged forward by Anthony, I was led onto the padded sawhorse. The middle part of the device was raised a little, with two long planks for me to put my legs. On the descended parts were leather straps, which the men used to tether my wrists and ankles. Involuntarily, my hips arched up a little bit as I felt an unknown hand reach to pull out the egg. My pussy quivered, missing that constant companion. But now, no matter how I moved or shimmed, my pussy and ass were presented to the crowd, open and ready to be used.

"Are you ready?" Gabe said.

"Yes Daddy," I said.

"You are about to belong to everyone," Gabe said. "You don't even know how many men are going to fuck you. And you don't care, not really. Or at least you won't once it starts. Even right now I think you're ready to be fucked by the entire campus if I decided."

I gulped, a little ashamed at what I would have actually consented to at the moment.

"Don't worry, at least Daddy has the good sense you need," Gabe said, reaching out to stroke my hair.

"Tell me you want this..."

"Oh God Daddy I want it so bad..."

"Go ahead and fuck her."

There was no resistance from my pussy, no moment of trying to perfectly align his dick to fit inside of me. I was gushing, my vagina aching and throbbing, so desperate and willing that he entered easily, instantly sliding all the way into my needy cunt. I gasped, then moaned, his dick bigger than Gabe's and yet not a strain to take. I was so wet, so desperate and needy that I was sure I would even be able to take Anthony's big, black cock without much trouble.

The heat from a dozen eyeballs glued to my suspended figure drove my libido crazy, the restraints the only thing keeping me from throwing my ass back into this unknown invader. The smacking sound of sex echoed from my rump, a constant reminder of what a whore I was with each slap of skin against skin. He thrust into me faster and faster, quickly finding a rhythm that suited him, his hand using my thighs for leverage.

My pussy started to contract, so revered up already that I knew I was close to a climax. This one would be overwhelming, the result of being truly taken.

"You can cum whenever you want," Gabe said, seeing my face contorted with pleasure. "You just need to tell me every time so I can mark you."

I had almost forgotten about the writing on my thigh counting my orgasms. And as he drove into me, his dick sliding in and all the way out, the thin rubber of a condom slapping against my ass for a second, the brief pause proved enough to rev me up again. By the time he drove back into me, the head of his dick was all the way inside of me. I hoovered on the precipice of another orgasm.

It almost burned, driving me crazy, making me angry that my body, now given permission to indulge itself, refused to cooperate. I was right on the brink. I moved the best I could, flailing against the contraption, hearing the grating scuff as I shook the legs with my frantic wiggles. There was little else I might accomplish other than teetering the things down - no I was completely controlled, unable to even aid in my own ravishment.

I had to wait for my climax until the man inside of me made it happen. I couldn't even push my ass back against him. All I could do was let out a pitiful whine, wailing in huffy desperation at my now uncooperative sex. Only minutes before, I'd needed to bite down on my lip just to shove back down bliss incarnate. Now...

Even with permission I couldn't crawl over the precipice. He continued thrusting into me, with a pace concerned only with his own pursuits. He pounded, letting me hover on the edge, my pussy teeter-tottering between the dull ache of the desire and the cascading joy of a climax.

"Oh god, please let me cum..." I groaned, the hair matting of my eyes.

"You can cum," I heard Gabe say.

The crescendo quaked up in jolts, causing me to rock, shake, and rattle the sawhorse. I let out a long, loud cry, more shriek than moan, alerting the room to my fulfillment. In the crowd, I could hear a mix of laughter, a few comments reaching over the mix of the clatter.

"Right on command."

"Fuck, she had to ask him huh. Like every time?"

"It's like he's got the bitch trained."

The only thing that kept me upright through the most intense climax of my life was the leather cuffs. The rest of my being was claimed by a cauldron of competing chemicals, all combining and reacting with the most sensitive tissues in my body. I writhed, riding out the last dollop of pleasure.

Reality seeped in.

As I came, I realized I didn't know the man fucking at me.

I hadn't even looked at him.

He was just a cock, a random dick inserted into me. And I was just a warm place to live out his most extreme masturbatory fantasies. I could barely make out his face, blurred by sweat and exhaustion.

Tomorrow, I might meet him and never know he had been inside of me.

I bristled with shame and indignation in that brief refractory moment where every stroke inside of me throbbed, eliciting a weak grimace from my face. There was a certain stupefied shame that bubbled to the surface, my satisfaction no longer enough to drone out the hidden insecurities about having the same fantasy as the man inside of me.

I might have cried, not out of pain, because of my own self-reproach. His cock thudded against me, and I bore it quietly, not with dignity - I had none of that left. I tried to control myself, ready to weep, and then...

That tingling began again, rising up from in between my legs, reminding me what I was for. And again I craved being controlled, being used and treated like a common whore. I heard Gabe's words in my head, whispering silently to myself the same reassurances. Only this time, I empowered my own libido, granting myself the right to enjoy my desires, no matter how kinky and wild, without judging myself through another's lense.

I descended back into my submissive state, focused only on the pounding inside of me. He slowed, driving into me, his hand slapping my ass with a half-hearted spank. I could feel myself coming close again...

Only now I knew.

My Daddy had conditioned me to ask for my pleasure. I wondered if I could even cum without asking anymore.

"Can I cum?"

"Go ahead and cum slut," the stranger inside of me said.

I let out a startled cry as he pulled my pigtails, straightening out my neck with the strength of his grip. It gave him a little more leverage, complete dominance over my acutely needy body. But naturally I tried to pull away, only to be smacked harder on the ass.

He drove into me again and again.

"I'm cumming..."

The sound barely came out, my violated vagina commanding my attention with another whirlwind of excitement. He kept going, ignoring the throes of pleasure, and this time I didn't have a pause in the pleasure. My pussy stayed hot and ready, needing more...

Only he withdrew, leaving me wondering if I would ever know who had fucked me.

"That's two more..." Gabe said, kneeling down with the marker.

I knew what was written on my legs. Though I was a little abashed at anyone seeing it, the more important part of my identity needed to be displayed in such a wanton fashion. I couldn't see it, but there it was, brazen and bold across my thigh.

I Needed to Cum III times

"It's my turn," I heard a familiar voice say.

Anthony moved behind me, slapping his cock against the lower part of my thighs. I tried to relax, finding the anticipation of taking that big, black dick more painful than the act. I steeled myself, imagining that it would hurt quite a bit at first. He seemed determined to tease me, pushing the head up against my hole, acting like he was about to spread me open only to pull back. I wondered if he was wearing a condom, if he could even make one fit.

But I didn't feel one.

"I'm about to breed this bitch," Anthony said to Gabe. "I'm gonna take your girl and introduce her to big, black cock."

Was he really going to fuck me raw?

"She wants it," Gabe said. "It's her dream. Isn't that right?"

I had to nod, though I barely had the willpower.

"Once I fuck her with this, she ain't ever gonna be the same," Anthony said.

"Good, she needs it," Gabe said.

"Last chance ho, before this thing splits you open," Anthony said.

I didn't speak, I just wanted him inside of me. I didn't care if it hurt, I would take it.

"You better tell me," Anthony said. "Tell me you want this nigger dick."

The word seared against my sensitivities. I'm not wholly ignorant, I know that the n-word is commonly adopted by the black community - but I never even dared sing along with an artist. Did he actually expect me to ask?

"You better tell us what you want," Gabe said.

"Go ahead, ask for that nigger dick," Anthony said.

I tried to speak, eking out the beginning of my request.

"Please don't..."

"I can just stop," Anthony said. "But I want to hear it. I want to hear this pretty little white girl ask to be taken by her first nigger dick. I know it's your first baby. Gabe told me, but you know what they say about going black."

He laughed.

"Say it," Gabe commanded, leaning over to grab my chin and make me meet his eyes.

"Please fuck me," I said, summoning the courage to let out a shameful whisper. "With your nigger dick."

"What was that?" He asked again.

"Fuck me with your nigger dick!" I said, much louder.

He didn't need to be told twice. All at once, his head spread me open, his gargantuan dick splitting me almost in two. I let out several howls of pain, the girth of it the most staggering part of his oversized prick. Anthony moved methodically, letting me adjust to the size before trying to fit the massive member inside of me.

I imagined myself stretching, my pussy trying desperately to take him without screaming in pain. It was just too big, too much.

"Fuck... fuck.. Fuck..."

My head was down, my mouth muttering obscenities of its own accord. He withdrew slowly, every millimeter agonizing on the way out. His head left me with an audible pop, my ass quivering. Before I could collect myself, he pushed inside of me again.

This time was worse.

I let out a scream.

"Stop, stop, it's too big!"

He laughed.

"You ain't really asking to stop," Anthony said. "You know what to say if you want it to stop, and it ain't no."

That was true enough. I had a safeword. Yell red and it would all be over, and even with the burning pangs that came with each thrust my pussy still needed attention. He pulled out, squirting some lube onto his cock and slamming back into me.

"God, god fuck it's too big..."

He pounded into me, every inch impossible to enjoy, something to endure.

"Yeah that's it baby. You're opening wide for this nigger dick."

I let out a stifled sob, determined not to actually weep, though I was emitting sounds that certainly came close enough. Then something stirred, the dire need of my body to overwhelm the pain, coupling it with each thrust. Pleasure started again, and I almost instantly neared another climax.

"She's so tight Gabe, but not for long. Not after I'm done with her."

And the irrational part of my mind wondered if that would be true. If some elasticity would stretch out my vagina and force me to crave only well-hung men. Ridiculous, I know, but all I could focus on was how big he was, and how good and bad it felt.

Gabe leaned over me, holding my chin again, staring into my wild eyes.

"You asked for this, didn't you?" Gabe said. "Over and over again, until you can't take it anymore. To be treated like a worthless slut from Baltimore, ready to take every College Park dick who wants you."

"Oh god..." I moaned, barely coherent.

"He's going to cum inside of you," Gabe said. "He's not wearing a condom. He's the only one with permission. But he's going to breed you, because you need that big black seed. You won't be happy without another man's cum inside of you, without the proof that you are nothing more than a -"

I started shaking, the orgasm overcoming my need to request permission. And of course, Gabe sensed it.

"Good girl, good girl," Gabe cooed. "I love how you lost control. It was just too much for you huh?

He made another mark on me on my thigh.

"I was going to wait until the end, but I don't see how I can. What you're doing is just too hot."

I opened instinctively, swallowing my boyfriend greedily, as though taking another inch would slow the relentless pounding into my pussy by Anthony's fat cock. I went from end to end, not so much sucking and fucking as being taken. I could only focus on what I was actually doing, concentrating on breathing as each man used me.

Every second, every thrust seemed at once too much and not enough. I thought I would give out, as though my sore and tender legs would suddenly slump over from the strain. Other than these occasional aches, I forgot everything except for my pussy and mouth, trying to breathe through Gabe's considerable cock.

I pulled back, letting loose a roar of pleasure before gasping for air.

I slurped, I licked, I tried to swallow then found myself needing to stop. I let the head of him rest on my tongue, then licked around the tip. At points he withdrew completely, smearing my own saliva all over my face, his shaft sliding all over it as I tried stubbornly to suckle at him.

Before I could react, he was replaced with another man, maybe Brad, maybe the man inside of me only seconds before - it didn't matter. I was traded from man to man, passed around. Each would take a few strokes inside of my mouth, using the head to smack me across the cheeks with it, then driving it forward and teasing me with the act.

I was like a dog after a bone, panting, pulsing, sucking and deep-throating cock after cock in a never-ending cycle of abuse. I wanted, no, needed to think there was a limited cycle of men, that no more than four or five men were using me. Anthony, Brad, Gabe, and then some stranger, maybe another earlier, but how could I know for sure? I barely kept my eyes open, blinking back tears, my eyes red, my nose congesting, all the while letting Anthony drive his cock harder and harder into me.

I came, gargling out the muffled announcement through my mouth. But it was so obvious. I heard the laughs, my ears burning. Then I climaxed again, just as the marker touched my flesh, causing a streaking black line on my thigh. I rode my own pleasure through the rough fucking, able to completely submitted to anything and everything as long as I got to cum.

"I'm close..." Anthony said.

"He's going to cum in you," Gabe said.

I gurgled my consent through the dick in my mouth.

"He's not wearing a condom, but you don't care, do you? I could let everyone in this room cum inside you, one after the other."

He was right.

I didn't even react.

I just kept sucking.

I think I already knew. I wanted it. There was something so taboo about actually having another man's semen inside of me. I always loved the satisfaction, the surety of my effort. But there was something even more sensual about presenting the fullness of my fertility to a man other than my boyfriend.

It made me more of a slut.

Of course, I was on the pill. I'm not an idiot and I trusted anyone Gabe picked. But he was right... I would have taken more.

"You're so close right now, huh? You wanted me to make this happen so bad, more than anything else."

"Yes..." I gasped, a dick bouncing from my nose.

"What is it you want?"

"Cum..." I gasped.

"You want another man's cum inside of your pussy," He said, reaching down and pinching my nipples. "Then you want me to fuck you so that you can't tell who's cum is running down your leg-"

My orgasm cut him off.

"Good girl, I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted to be bred by a big, black cock. You'll always remember this, and you're so grateful to me for letting you get used like that. Tell me..."

"Thank..."

I tried, my body cumming again.

"I'm bout... to... nut..." Anthony's voice came out raspy.

"Tell me thank you," Gabe said.

"Thank you!" I yelled.

"Thanks for what?" Gabe asked.

"For letting another man cum in me!"

I sensed him twitching first, then warm jets blasted out inside of me, my pussy squeezing to take every drop. He stayed still for a second, before stroking again inside of me.

"That's it, take that nigger cum!"

"Tell him you want it..." Gabe commanded.

"Please fuck me more. Fuck me full of your nigger cum!"

I wailed, almost pathetically, the vile slur breaking my will as much as his cock. I was so desperate, willing to do or say anything.

"I'm so close, please..."

He moved forward a little, and I could really feel his cum. It was enough to push me over the edge. I groaned, moaned, wailed, and nearly wept with excitement, completely controlled and taken, bred and used like the dirtiest whore. I shook from the orgasm, unable to even think as he grinded inside my full cunt for one more minute.

When he pulled out, I shrank in shame from the loud popping sound, reddening as the trial of cum slid down my legs. Gabe moved behind me, his hand reaching to touch my pussy, rubbing my clit, careless to the leftovers of another man.

"Tell me what you want," Gabe commanded.

"Please fuck me baby," I said. "Please still want me."

"Oh I want you..." Gabe said, pushing my ass down a little to angle his dick in between the crack.

I steadied myself, biting my lips, anticipating what was to come. I was glad only he was taking my ass. It had been my last virginity, something I wanted to save only for him as long as possible. But I knew one day I would need to share even that special piece of me, that things would only continue to escalate together as we explored more and more kinks.

He lubed up his cock, pushing it forward into my ass. I expected a rough adjustment, usually the first time the head passes through is pretty painful, but I was so stretched open, so turned on, that nothing seemed to matter. It hurt, but actually less than Anthony, and I immediately began to enjoy it.

I grunted and kept sucking on Brad's cock before familiar rough hands were on my face. I recognized Anthony's girth immediately, the white glob of semen coagulated on the head.

"Clean it off," He ordered.

And I dutifully tasted what he'd done to me.

"Take off her straps," Gabe said.

I nearly flopped over, if it hadn't been for the unseen hands, my sleeping legs and arms would have let me fall. Instead, the unseen hands held me upright, adjusting me until Gabe was holding me, his cock still in my ass. I couldn't see who else was supporting me, I just felt their grip on my ass and thighs, spreading my legs apart as I stayed suspended in the air.

Before I could comprehend this sudden act, another man moved forward, his dick already hard and encased in a condom. I hoped it was the same stranger I sucked earlier, at least he was handsome. Together, Gabe and the other man adjusted me, his cock struggling to find an opening in my lips, which now seemed unable to open.

Then he grinded inside.

Grinding is almost the right word; it was almost as though I could feel one cock slide against the other through the internal separation. The twin things moved inside of me slowly, having to alternate their motions to actually fuck me. One would remain stationary, the other gliding slowly, my eyes rolling back in my head.

It was a weird, foreign sensation, hard to take, but in my desperate deprivation I had difficulty distinguishing between the two holes. I barely noticed the man inside of me. Other than being tall and dark, I wouldn't be able to identify him. All I could do was consume my body in between theirs, oscillating between two sources of differentiating pleasure

"Is it good?" Gabe said, clearly struggling to stay inside me.

"Fuck..."

"How does it feel?" The other man said.

"I don't... oh god... it's so good."

Then suddenly they were both able to move inside of me, slowly, just a few inches at a time, but their pace increased. The pounding came from either side of me, my head rolling back in an ecstatic cry of jubilation. I came, ricocheting back between the two cocks, overwhelmed with the overload in both my worn holes.

They kept at it, panting, straining to keep me upright. I don't know where one orgasm began and another ended, the pleasure rolled into one. I shook, spasmed, almost flailing out of the strong circle holding me up.

"I can't take it..." I said in a sudden moment of clarity.

Everything hurt, my numbed parts coming back alive after this last climax. Every inch seemed agonizing, stuffed as I was, hung in the air and pressed between two hard cocks.

"I'm close..." He breathed

"I can't..."

"I'm almost there," Gabe said. "I'm going to cum in you."

It was all a struggle now, the discomfort coming close to an intolerable pain. But I needed his cum inside of me. My jaw clenched, my cries rising above the thudding of their bodies pressed against mine.

"Cum, please cum!" I nearly shrieked.

"I'm going to..."

I let out a banshee-like screech, I just couldn't take much more.

"Gabe! Cum!"

Another few strokes inside of me and he erupted clearly so turned on by what I was doing that he flooded my ass with his seed. Mercifully, he stopped inside of me, barely twitching as he head shot out rope after rope of cum. I could feel the semen of both men sloshing around on either side of me, sticky, warm, and wet.

By the time each withdrew, the pain was gone, evaporating into one last tingle above my lips. My hands went to my pussy, masturbating myself even before the men lay me on the floor, watching as I fondled myself thoughtless in a gathering pool of leaking cum.

"I'll call that three..." Gabe said, marking my leg. "That makes it nine, only one more."

I nodded, too weak to speak.

"Two more loads, then you can cum."

Brad and the stranger moved forward. I tried to sit up, helped more than a little by their arms. Exhausted and spent, I barely sucked either of them, deep throating them once or twice, my hand and head fixated on finishing. It didn't much matter, they were stroking themselves against my face, so close already that it didn't take long.

Brad was barely in my mouth when he started to dab out a small stream. I didn't swallow anything except the first drop, the rest I let drip down my chin. Brad got the hint and sprayed my chest. The stranger came at nearly the same time, the two combining to splatter me with their seed. One after the other, they coated my face and tits with their cum. Streaks of it landed on my nose, eyelashes, eyebrows and cheeks. Droplets and beads of cum dripped down my face and neck, down to my curvy breasts and hardened nipples.

I blinked through cum, more heavily collected on my right side. One of my hands became sticky from touching my tits, the other still working around my clit. From my ass and pussy dripped cum, one from my boyfriend, the other from the big, black man I'd sucked off earlier today in the dinner.

I couldn't tell the difference between each load, it all combined to paint me like a pornstar. I wallowed in my deed, needing one last moment of selfless bliss.

I had been tied up, taken and used as a public whore, ready to submit myself to anything. And covered in cum, all I could think about was one more orgasm. I let out a soft moan, needing it more than anything in the world.

"Can I cum?" I asked.

"Cum for me," Daddy said.

I spasmed, collapsing into the mat, laying out in the fetal position as one more climax overtook me.

I barely noticed the last tally mark on my leg, my eyes closed, my body relaxed in bliss.

"Well...' Sandra said. "I guess it's an audition. Jesus Christ though, I could barely get my marker to write, you're so covered in it."

I looked up at her through one eye, the other matted nearly shut with semen. I didn't dare try it, afraid of how much the semen would sting.

"Don't get too excited, you'll still have to pledge," Sandra said. "You'll find at the sorority we expect a little more than this Mickey Mouse bullshit."

Her hand went to her pocket, pulling out her phone.

Only after the flash went off did I realize what had happened.

And only after I'd pledged the sorority would I realize that in Sandra's room hung a picture of me, naked, cum covering my body, with this written on my legs.

I needed to cum 10 times.