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But not as a cashier or anything... I want to be spread on a table, ready for customers to try out any toys they're thinking of buying. They can stuff my cunt with all different sized didlos, seeing which one I react to most. Make me get on all fours and set me up with a fucking machine pounding into me as they browse the store, my moans like music for them to shop to. Compare a sex doll to my pussy so they can find the most lifelike one. Use me to test different lube flavours...

I get regular customers who don't even buy anything, they just come to fuck me and my boss allows it, enjoying the show from the cameras in his office. After we close shop for the day, my day of work isn't done because now it's my boss's and coworkers' turn.. 🥺💖

The dream:😍🥵

This is an add on to the sci-fi story. It’s long and it does involve incest. 

(I saw a request for more fpreg tentacles. This is the first time I’ve ever written anything like this, but I enjoy this blog so much I thought I’d like to contribute. I hope this is ok.)

You walked back into your apartment, setting your purse down and walking over to the message machine to see if you’d missed any calls. You were expecting the service man to drop by any minute to inspect the walls after you’d called in a complaint about all the noises you’ve been hearing in them.

When the inspector got there, he shook your hand, introduced himself, and looked around the place. “Which wall is it coming from?” was his first question. You paused, thinking. “It’s really been all except a few. Whatever’s in here is definitely an infestation.” He smiled knowingly. “I have a theory, then. Do you mind showing me the walls you hear it from the most?” You obliged, leading him into the living room, where you pointed, “There.” He walked over to it and pressed his ear to the paint, tapping gently. After a few minutes of doing this on different parts of the wall, he pulled a square of something waxy out of his bag and then handed it to you. “Ma’am, I don’t think this particular infestation is something you want to get rid of. Try drawing it out with this, though, and you’ll see what I mean.” You stared at him dumbfounded while he picked up his bag and sped out the door without so much as a goodbye.  What poor service- What kind of professional leaves without fixing the problem?! You harrumphed and set the square on a table. You’d put it out tonight for whatever good it would do. Probably nothing, since the guy was obviously a crock.

After you had showered and gotten ready for bed (you sleep nude), you walked in to the living room and opened the square up, setting it by the wall and giving it the evil eye.  No sooner had you walked away than you started hearing the shuffling in the walls. This time, though, a burst of tentacles surged forth out of the plaster. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was this real? Also, your landlord was going to be furious with you. Just look at that giant hole…

You panicked as more and more started coming out of the floor, the ceiling, other parts of the walls… your living room was quickly turning into nothing but tentacles. You couldn’t move, afraid you’d step on one and alert it to your presence. They swarmed around the square, picking it up and turning it all over, prodding the waxy substance inside, but then dropping it in search of something else. If you got out of this alive, you were going to kill that inspector for all of this damage.

They streamed around on the floor, looking for something. You were dancing at this point trying to avoid the giant appendages swinging around you in every direction. Your nervous heart beat so fast you were afraid it would burst.

With no warning your arms were suddenly being completely wrapped up by a pair of soft yet surprisingly strong tentacles. You yelped and struggled even as you felt more winding around your legs. In a matter of seconds only your head and torso were visible and you were held suspended in the air by the thick, writhing living ropes. This couldn’t be happening.

A single tentacle stroked the corner of your gaping mouth.  Your lips drew back but your teeth clenched together in a surprised grimace. Your eyes narrowed in fear. Completely puppeteered by the  tentacles, your arms were drawn back behind your head so far they crossed, and your legs were parting farther and farther into a position conducive for only one thing… which you concluded was sex.

You were getting an inkling of what was going to happen.

Feeling the cool air upon your exposed core made you realize how hot you were getting. You were ashamed of yourself. You felt more simultaneously make contact with your clit and your nipples. Their latching-on elicited a gasp from you which the tentacle near your mouth used to slam its way into your mouth, forcing your jaw wide, twisting its way down your esophagus. You could barely manage a weak cough as it assaulted your mouth, drawing back some then forcing its way farther down every time.

You had the horrified realization that your lewd exposure and treatment was very, very visible through the open blinds of your living room window. You struggled again to make it over there, even as the tentacle continued surging deep into your throat, so that you could at least close the freaking blinds while your dignity was stripped. The suspension of your limbs made it difficult to move at all. The most you could do was wiggle your hips futilely, trying to drag the rest of your body along with them, but it was no use.  You had only gotten closer to the open window, more exposed than ever to the other high-rise residents of the city. Dread flooded your trapped limbs. The tentacle dominated your mouth and chest.

As you felt it reach your stomach, a slicker tentacle prodded your ass. Oh god. You felt other tentacles scrambling over your cheeks, trying to find purchase on your skin to drag them apart. It seemed like they succeeded, because for a moment they stopped and just held you open. Then the slick tentacle dove at your hole and began its slow progress thrusting its way up through your intestines. Your eyes closed at the sensation of the twining in your gut, so foreign, but so intimate in its exploration of your inside. You could feel it taking every turn and pushing your skin around until it reached your stomach with the other tentacle. Both began pooling in your stomach, more and more surging in behind. You couldn’t look down anymore because your head was being pulled back by your hair, better angling you to receive the ramrod in your mouth, but if you did, you knew you would see a generous knotted writhing mass moving beneath your skin.

The tentacles then went extremely rigid and tensed with great effort. You fought valiantly in your effort not to gag or suffocate. The tentacles sharply ballooned up in your passages, wearing your insides like a straining glove. A few tears leaked from the corners of your eyes. You could feel the creature’s pulse echoing through its limbs in you against your own frantic heartbeat. You furiously sucked in air through your nose.

You felt a thick fluid rushing at a high pressure through its skin. Both ends were streaming something thick and sticky into you. Even with your head held back you could see the rising mountain of your inflated stomach. When you were too bloated to receive any more, they began withdrawing from you, leaving the same nearly-solid rope of sticky liquid behind in their wake to fill up your insides while they left. It was so packed in you it felt almost like they weren’t withdrawing at all. You wouldn’t have known they were if not for the fluid rising in your chest in its wake, the anticipation of it choking you causing you to gulp more air.

The one in your ass was almost completely out, but then it stopped, plugging you! The cheeky bastard!

You tasted the fluid for the first time as it drew up over the back of your throat and flooded your mouth. By the… flavor… you were 99% certain that it was definitely this thing’s cum. It left your mouth with a pop and you felt your body choking the cum up with it, gurgling it out so you could breathe, pooling, then spilling out of your mouth and running in every direction down your face. Forget your pride; it was simply an accomplishment that you could breathe again. By now you were feeling pretty spent, your useless limbs hanging in the creature’s grasp, while the weight of your flooded insides sloshed with every heaving breath.  

However, it was far from over.

Something in the cum was being absorbed into your system, relaxing you at an alarming rate and making you somehow, searingly, wetter. Your pussy ached and throbbed with jealousy at the treatment your ass had gotten. Your eyes rolled back in your head. You tried to rub your thighs together to create some friction, but the tentacles around you kept them pried apart. You squirmed and strained against them, deliciously tortured, and only succeeded in sloshing the cum still packed and plugged inside of you.

Tentacles swarmed all over your skin in searching curiosity. They brushed over your neck and wrapped around it. They caressed your shoulders, your stomach, your hips. They pushed your back forward and out, putting you in even more prone of a position and throwing your breasts into sharp relief. They burrowed into the apex of your thighs, parting the folds of skin and exposing your glistening opening. A buzz was spreading through every inch of you, from your fingertips to your lower lips.

Two tentacles wrapped around the bases of your breasts, squeezing them out into imperfect spheres, while a cluster of very thin, hair-fine ones brushed your nipples delicately. You gasped at the sensation, choking on a little bit of cum when it tried to rise up your constricted throat only to have gravity draw it back down.

More of the thin tentacles were brushing your vagina, too, but then one began threading its way in. It wasn’t enough! You needed something much thicker than that! It reached your cervix, unbeknownst to you, and wiggled its way through that too, now with direct access to your womb. You shivered at the amount of power it had over you. Then it began to balloon like the others had earlier, filling you up thicker and thicker by the second, then OH!- surely it was going to rip your cervix if it kept expanding like this!- but it did not, and you almost came on the spot once it stopped expanding, its end brushing the roof of your uterus. That was much too far for anything to be in you! Didn’t it know anything about human women?! Oh. Wait, it probably didn’t. This could get pretty dangerous for you.

Without warning, it began thrusting into you, invading your exposed, prone vagina while you could only take it helplessly. It was very painful at first because it dragged your cervix opening back and forth with every thrust, but soon it became addictively pleasurable. It felt like it was stroking your insides with every thrust, and who knows? Perhaps it even was.

While that stimulus was distracting you, the creature took the chance to drill two thin tentacles into your nipples and into the center of your breasts, expanding the ends into a globe of hollow space that made them inflate outrageously. It filled them with the same thick fluid in your insides and then quickly withdrew, leaving your breasts to collapse around the newly carved incubating chambers inside of them. You moaned in a mixture of pain and arousal before the creature cut you off by shoving a tentacle back down your throat. Its passage was this time lubricated by cum and it slithered straight to your stomach again. The tentacle in your ass pushed back as well, spilling a bit out on the sides as it once again twisted its way back through your stomach. The fine tentacles found the hole they had made in your nipples and reinserted themselves. You felt so used, having this thing in you in five different places, two of which it had created itself. The tentacle in your vagina was thrusting so hard and so fast and then-

You spasmed as you came, your cervix finally opening up to accept it fully, while a stream of cum shot directly into your womb. You watched with dull interest as the tentacles connected to you labored to push a string of globe-shaped objects down them towards you. While recovering from your orgasm you had time to come to your senses a little bit and comprehend what was about to happen. Your eyes widened as it hit you that those were its eggs. You realized with horror that you were not walking away from this without being impregnated. Without the eggs, you had confidence it couldn’t breed you because you were two different species- science simply didn’t allow it. But with its own eggs? Oh god, oh no. As if you could possibly fit more inside you!

The one in your mouth had eggs reach it first. You screwed your eyes shut, but you still felt the egg straining against the skin of the tentacle in you, pushing your mouth open around it and swallowing it for you, on a shuddering journey that went further with every pulse. Soon you felt your ass spreading to accommodate a string of eggs, then your vagina, then your swollen breasts had smaller eggs- about the size of marbles- being forced through the tentacles lanced through your nipples. The first egg exited into your vagina, being the shortest passage, and settled among the fluid heavily. Then more. Then your stomach was inflating tremendously with the clinking hundreds- thousands?- of eggs being pulsed inside of you from either end. Your breasts expanded, lumpy with the telltale silhouettes of so many eggs. Tears streamed from your eyes now as you came again and again.

It seemed like maybe half an hour before it ran out of eggs and withdrew completely from you. You felt some cum spill out of you onto the floor below. No, it wasn’t really a floor anymore, just a writhing mass of tentacles. Everything was tentacles.

Your remembered you had legs when you felt them being drawn back together and wrapped up tight, sealing everything inside of you. You quaked with the strain and the pleasure. One tentacle entered you for the last time, pushing down your throat to keep everything in while it turned you upside down. It was obviously trying to make sure as many eggs were fertilized as possible. You had no pride left. You were wrecked by pleasure. You wanted to bear this thing’s spawn, you wanted nearly every last egg in you to hatch…

You stayed that way for a few minutes. With every passing second you grew more uncomfortable. Your head started to throb with all of the blood rushing to it. When was it going to set you upright again?

That was when you felt something sharply pop in your stomach, echoing through the fluid and passing vibrations into your stretched skin. Then another. Then it was a rapid succession popping, like firecrackers under your skin. It laid you on the ground now, still holding your limbs, while you felt tentacles surging out of you from everywhere at once. They climbed up and out of your throat, wiggled their way out of your birth canal, out of your ass, and even squirmed their way out of your nipples, causing you to leak a little milk in the process. You couldn’t believe it. You could only have started lactating seconds ago, and it was already a flood!

The already birthed creatures were swarming to your breasts to suckle, hindering the progress of those still trying to get out and in some cases pushing them back in, in a struggle that actually turned you on more than you cared to admit. You lay on the soft ocean of tentacles for perhaps an hour, letting it all surge out of you, moonlight from the open window gleaming off of your sweat-and-cum-coated body, your vagina bared in the direction of the window, though lucky for you the view was mostly blocked by tentacles.

You lay on the ground exhausted while the creature idly played with your opening. You were disappointed with yourself, but… more disappointed that your stomach was no longer stretched. Your breasts, though, were still huge, and still feeding the large brood of swarming creatures. A straggler worked its way out of your vagina. You came again, crying out.

You had no energy left, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from obsessing over the pleasure and wanting to be full again.  You dragged yourself over to the waxy square where it lay, spawn still hanging off of your tits, trying to feed, and picked it up. You smelled it. It smelled a little bit… sweet. But also sour. You knew exactly what it smelled like.

You took two shaking fingers. Dipped them into it. Smeared it on your vagina. Lay splayed on the floor, begging for round two. A lazy tentacle curled over to you and started poking around your entrance.

It’s pretty simple, really. The day starts out like any other – coffee, shower, breakfast, the morning commute to work. I don’t hear much from Him throughout the day, but that’s not entirely unusual. We’re both busy people and I know His work demands His full attention. So there isn’t an inkling. Not a clue. Nothing to warn me as to what’s coming.

Oh no, it isn’t until I get home that I realize just how unusual this day is going to be.

When I walk in the front door my eyes are immediately drawn to the coffee table in the middle of the living room. There waiting for me, the black leather looking perfectly innocent against the dark finish of the wood, are my collar, leash, and blindfold. A note in His handwriting is sitting next to them.

His instructions are simple.

Strip naked, His handwriting commands. Fold your clothes neatly and then put on your collar, leash, and blindfold. Kneel in the middle of the room. Wait for me.

  And then: Tonight is all about your fantasies, princess. We’re going to explore one of those desires you haven’t yet had a chance to fulfill.

Kneeling there for Him, knees wide, hands palm-up on my thighs, head bowed, my mind begins to explore those words. My fantasies. My fantasies. He has been more focused on fantasies than usual these past few weeks – I should have known it was more than just talk.

But which one could it be? The one about the receptionist at the office? No, no, she would never agree to that. The one about sex in the back of a movie theatre? I doubt it. Role play? I have always had a thing for the teacher seducing his nubile young student. But no, that would hardly warrant such special treatment.

Or what about…? No, it couldn’t be. Not that one. Not the one He pulled from me the other night at the restaurant, while His fingers expertly teased my clit beneath the table? “Christ, but you’re a filthy girl,” He had whispered to me affectionately after I had finished my confession. Then He summoned the waiter to pay the bill and I hadn’t thought another thing of it.

And I realize, as my nipples begin to ache and my cunt starts to drip, that He has been building to this moment, this exact moment, with incredible patience and precision.

The door slams and I jump. I hear Him moving about, His footsteps bringing Him into the room. I hear Him pour Himself a drink and then He slowly begins to circle me, not saying a word. I can feel Him staring at me, studying me, drinking me in, and it only makes me wetter.

He crouches down behind me, still not speaking, and His hands begin to tease me, pinching my nipples, petting my thighs, dipping inside my cunt. I feel, more than hear, His sharp intake of breath when He feels how wet I am for Him.

“That’s my good girl,” He whispers against my ear. He stands and I feel a tug on my leash. “Up you get now, princess.”

He leads me out of the house and settles me in the front seat of His car. I know better than to ask where we’re going and, anyway, the leather seats are distractingly – tantalizingly – cool against my skin. As soon as the car pulls smoothly out of the drive, His hand finds its way back between my legs, and despite my begging, my desperate begging, He spends the entire car ride softly but firmly refusing my pleas to be allowed to cum.

We reach our destination and He helps me out of the car, takes my leash in one hand, and despite my nakedness, He handles me like a gentleman, leading me carefully. I hear the murmur of conversation as we enter a building and know a moment of panic at the realization that people can see me, are staring at me right now.

But He senses my panic – of course He does – and edges His hand into the small of my back as He whispers: “You know how beautiful I think you are, Princess. Chin up.”

He leads me into an elevator and I lose track of the chimes counting floors as we climb higher and higher, and when the elevator finally stops He leads me down the hallway, our steps muffled by the thick, plush carpet, still not saying a word. Suddenly, He stops our progress, and raises my hand so that I can feel the smooth wood of a door in front of me.

“Knock, princess. Let them know we’re here.”

Them?

I can practically hear the smirk in His voice. “Yes, little girl, you heard Me correctly.”

I know, now, exactly which fantasy we’re exploring tonight.

I knock.

After that, things move quickly. The door is opened and I hear the deep baritones of another man greeting Him, inviting us in, and He leads me into the room. I hear the murmurs of other male voices, these distinctly appreciative, as He brings me to a stop and reaches up to unclip my leash from my collar.

“Stand up straight, little slut,” He tells me. “Legs spread, hands behind your head. Let them see you. All of you.”

My cunt throbs as I assume the position and feel Him move away from me. I hear the sounds of drinks being poured on the other side of the room, mixing with soft conversation and laughter, and have just begun to settle into the comfort of my position, to let down my guard, when I feel a pair of hands on my breasts, stroking, fingers ghosting lightly over the nipples, teasing the undersides. It takes all of my self-control not to move, not to make a sound – but I feel wetness begin to gather in my center.

And soon, another pair of hands joins the first, exploring my cunt, spreading that wetness over my lips, down my thighs, bringing it up to my mouth to make me taste myself. And then another pair of hands joins, and another… And I lose track of just how many men are touching me.

His voice stops them: “Come here, little girl. On your hands and knees for Daddy.”

One of the men – not Daddy, because I know His hands and these are not His – takes my arm and helps me find my place on my hands and knees on top of a leather ottoman. I wait there for what feels like forever, I can feel them all staring at me, and I know He’s testing my patience. And then finally I feel someone come up beside me, feel hot breath against my cheek, and then His voice in my ear, pitched for me alone:

“We’re going to show Daddy’s friends what a filthy little girl you are.”

And then louder, so the entire room can hear: “Not a sound, slut. You remember what happened last time.”

That’s all the warning I get, not even a second to brace myself, before His hand comes down on my ass with an impact that rings through the room, stinging to all hell. I hear one of the men laugh behind me, but I know how this works, we’ve practiced this, and, indeed, not a sound escapes. He hits me again, on the other cheek, and I feel the ache in my cunt increase. The next few slaps land on my thighs, each one in turn, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep me from making a sound. He returns to spanking my ass cheeks, alternating His blows from side to side, but unrelenting in the frequency and force of them, the voices and cheers of the men egging Him on. And I can’t help it, because it just hurts so good,but a moan escapes me and I feel Him go still behind me, hear the men go silent.

The next blow lands on my wet, aching cunt.

And the next one.

And then one more.

And then His thick fingers slip inside me, plunging my depths, testing my wetness. I hear Him chuckle, that same chuckle that got me to drop my panties for Him in the first place. And He says to one of the men: “Come feel this.”

And His fingers are replaced by different fingers, these longer, thinner, but far less gentle. And a different voice, the same baritone I heard when we were met at the front door, says: “Christ, but she’s soaking wet!”

And He chuckles again. “I told you she was a filthy little girl.”

“Indeed.”

I can’t help it. I whimper.

Another slap lands on my ass and I squeal in surprise – causing the men gathered around me to laugh in delight.

“You like that, don’t you, little girl?” He asks, His fingers dipping between my thighs again.

“Yes, Daddy!” I have to fight not to try and thrust myself back on His fingers.

“And what kind of girl likes having her ass smacked and her cunt fingered in front of a room full of strangers?”

I pause, suddenly shy, reminded of all the men watching Him discipline me for their pleasure – and His.

Another slap, right on my cunt again. “What kind of girl?”

“A s-slut, Daddy.” And although I feel my cheeks heat and my stomach clench with shame, my cunt gives another answering throb.

He strokes my thighs thoughtfully. “And do you want Daddy’s friends to fuck you, little slut?”

There is a moment of complete silence, all of them waiting to hear my answer, and I realize that if I really wanted to I could say no, I could stop this, and we would all go home and pretend like this had never happened.

But at the same time…

“Yes, Daddy, I want them to fuck me. Please, Daddy? Please can they fuck me?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, princess?” He chuckles. “These are not nice men. And you will be used until they’ve finished with you.”

“Yes, Daddy. Please!”

“Good girl.” I feel Him move away from me. “Have at her, gentlemen. But the blindfold remains in place.”

It’s now that I realize there are four of them, including Him.

Three of them help me up and I hear the fourth one positioning himself on the ottoman before they place me back down, on top of him, astride his cock. Behind me, I’m aware of the distinctive, chilly feeling of lube being worked into my ass, with first one finger, then a second, and then a third.

I have not yet been given permission to cum but it’s so hard, being fucked from below and massaged from behind with all of these men watching me.

Finally, I’m prepared, and the strange man slides inside me slowly, and I can feel the two cocks in me with just the thin wall between them, sliding together, and my need to cum increases tenfold.

And then, without warning, my hair is grasped tightly, my head ripped back, and a third cock is stuffed in my mouth.

And then I hear His voice in my ear: “You may cum at will, little girl. Make Daddy proud.”

And they fuck me. Oh, do they fuck me. They’re rough beyond measure. Fucking my ass, my cunt, my throat. And it’s clear – so delightfully clear – that I’m nothing more to them than a set of holes from which they can derive their pleasure. A fucktoy. A filthy little cumslut.

And I love it.

I lose track of how long they fuck me, how long they manhandle and degrade me. But I cum. Once. Twice. A third time.

And finally, I feel the first man shoot his cum inside me with a grunt of pleasure, filling my ass. The second one follows quickly, cumming in my cunt. And then the third, shooting his hot load down my throat. And they pull away from me without a word, letting me collapse on the ottoman, utterly spent.

I hear them chatting, gathering their things, saying goodbye. The door opens and then closes. And then I feel His hands on my hair, petting me, and His voice whispering those two words, the only ones I ever want to hear:

I’d never been to a concert before, so when I won the tickets to see my four favorite bands, I was super excited. I decked myself out with all the works. A short jean skirt, a low red V neck top that displayed my cleavage, black boots that stopped at my knees and my hair and makeup making me look like a model. I had a few killer curves, like my small waist and large bust to work to my advantage since I had to be twenty to get in. I figured if I looked old enough, they wouldn’t card me at the door.

OF course, that didn’t work out like I planned.

“Eighteen?” The bouncer murmured under his breath as he looked from my driver’s license, to me. I bounced pleadingly as I begged for him to let me in, once I heard the beginnings of the concert. “You have to be twenty to get in, kid.”

“Please? I’ll do anything!”

The bouncer was huge, way over six feet. He had dark, tanned skin and muscles that were as hard as bricks. The man looked like he was in his thirties, about twice my age.

His dark, hungry eyes raked over me, ever so slowly, then flicked to something behind me. “I think we can come to some kind of arrangement.”

Something grabbed me from behind, and I screamed, but the bouncer’s hands were on my full lips in seconds. The person behind me had their thick arm around my waist, tightly pinning my arms to my sides. I kicked and flailed, but I was too slow. “Now now, little girl, let us play with you for a little bit and you can go have your fun,” his black eyes burned with lust as he gave me devilish grin. “Harry, give me your bandana.”

The man behind me, the giant behind me, pulled a bandana from his dark jeans and handed it to the tall, dark bouncer. I could feel Harry’s erection poking into my back. He pressed it tight against me, grinding it into my back as he made noises that resembled an animal. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, little girl. Feel this? It’s going to make. You. Scream.”

They shoved me into the nearest room, chuckling and laughing as I ran from them. The men grabbed for me, still chuckling low as they toyed with me. Two other men were playing pool in the dimly lit room, looking up at the new comers.

I screamed into my makeshift gag, shoving and trying my hardest to drag myself from Harry’s hard grip as I tried to get to the men for help.

Shock and fear grew stronger in my rapidly racing heart as they grinned and smoothed the balls from the pool table. One of them, a large blonde with muscles bulging through his white shirt, reached down to stroke his cock through his hard jeans. “Fuck, this one looks tasty,” he growled. A large, sadistic grin laid on his face. That frightening, predatory look in his eye killed how handsome he really was. He looked like he was in his late twenties, with a firm jaw and built body.

His friend, a shorter latino, licked his lips as he strode over to me. “Hey, beautiful. Underage, huh?” This man looked like he could be forty, making me squirm by the way he licked his lips eagerly.

The man who held me, the bouncer who checked my I.D., held me tight up against him with his hard cock pressing into my ass. He groped my breasts aggressively, massaging them while I jerked around. “Answer him,” he demanded breathlessly into my ear. I nodded, trying my hardest not to cry. The man licked his lips again, then flashed a look at the bouncer. “Jake, why not make her more comfortable? I want to see her naked. Now.”

“Hold her, Jake.” The blonde who had been playing pool grinned viciously as he took his time, sliding my skirt from my thin legs, down to my ankles. “Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing at his growing member through his black skinny jeans. “Get her on the table. And get that fucking shirt off. Nick, let me see her tits.”

The blonde pressed his hard, muscled chest up against me as he towered over me. After meeting my eyes, his lustful blue ones to my frightened brown, he tore my red shirt open. In seconds, I was naked.

“Nice going, Jake. You picked a good one,” his eyes looked like he could devour me. “Hold her down.” Johnny moved out of the way, presenting the pool table for my rape. I screamed into the bandana, begging them no.

“I want her first.” Nick said, his blue eyes never leaving my face as he pulled out his dick, stroking it to the fear on my face. His large cock grew even more, a vein pulsing. “I want to make her cum.”

Jake and Harry threw me onto the table, hungrily grabbing at my perky, full chest with one hand each, while the other hand pinned me down by my wrist. Harry licked and sucked at my breasts once they got me right where they wanted me.

Nick spread my legs. I tried to keep them together, but he was so strong that it was pointless. His erect, large member nestled between his legs, pressed up against my pussy.

“I want to fucking taste her, first.” Johnny growled huskily.

“Fine, but I want seconds on that perfect little pussy,” Nick said, a hungry grin on his lips. “You’ll be begging for it, won’t ya? You’ll beg me to fuck you harder and faster. I’ll make you scream, baby. You’re going to be my good little girl. I’m going to make you cum for me,” I shook my head no, vigorously, and he grabbed my face to look me dead in the eye. “You WILL cum for me.”

No matter how much I screamed, nobody came to help me in that dimly lit room. Johnny took his time, stroking himself to my naked body before putting his mouth on me. Jake and Harry held me down by my arms and shoulders, while Nick continued to watch my face until he leaned down to start kissing my cheek, my neck as he groped my breasts. He pulled at my nipples before leaning lower to suck on them.

Johnny slid his tongue over my clit before drawing it into his warm mouth, nibbling and sucking on it as he stuck a finger in me. I couldn’t bite back the arch of pleasure and moan of ecstasy. I’d never been eaten out before, and I could tell Johnny had done this many times.

I felt guilty having this man who was over twice my age, circling his tongue around my clit and sucking hard on me while he fucked my pussy with his fingers. I felt even worse about enjoying this when Nick sucked at my neck, kissing and running his teeth down as he straddled my body.

“Oh my fucking god, she’s a perfect fucking little slut. I can’t wait to drill your little pussy, baby,” Nick whispered into my ear as he squeezed my breasts in his large hands. The two other men’s hands began to wander to my supple chest, only to be smacked and glared at by Nick. “She’s fucking mine!”

“Mine,” Johnny whispered, chuckling to himself as he took his lips off of my body. I almost missed them, before Nick quickly stuck his hand on my crotch, massaging my clit so that I was moaning.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby. You like that, don’t you? Yeah, you like that. Want my big ol cock in your pretty little pussy, don’t you? Say you want it. Oh fuck yeah, say you want it, baby. Beg for it!” He slipped a finger inside me, plunging it in and out. I screamed in pleasure, hating myself, but loving the way he made me feel.

Harry and Jake ran their hands over my body as Nick brutally sucked at my pussy, lapping at my clit and grinding his warm tongue onto me as he used two fingers to fuck me.

Harry and Jake sucked on my nipples, while Johnny watched. Johnny sat back and stroked his growing cock to these men, moaning like animals, touching me. Sucking at me.

“Fuck baby, I want in you,” Harry groaned into my ear with a husky tone.

“She’s fucking mine!” Nick yelled, taking his wonderful mouth off my clit. He lined his cock up with my pussy as my eyes widened in fear. He was so big, and I couldn’t do anything to stop him.

Slowly, staring at me, he jammed his cock in with a moan. “Oh fuck yes, you’re a tight little thing. Fuck you feel so good.” I closed my eyes, trying to be somewhere else as they sucked on my breasts and Nick slid his huge dick into me. “Look at me, you little slut. I want to see your face when you cum on my dick. I’m going to fuck you until you scream, baby. You won’t ever want another man again.” He stretched my vaginal walls, antagonizing slow, he slid his cock inch by inch into me, not taking his piercing blue eyes off of my face. “Like that, don’t you?”

“For fuck’s sake, Nick! Fuck her. Fuck her hard, like she deserves, the little slut,” Johnny shouted, dick out and hard. He too watched my face and the men on my breasts. His hand moved faster over his cock as Nick picked up the pace.

Nick slid his cock in and out of me, brutally shoving himself deep into me. His balls slapped up against my butt as he rammed his hips into me. He threw my legs over a shoulder, holding them tight as he jack hammered into me. Nick couldn’t bite back the animalistic moans as he pumped into my pussy.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth whether you want it or not, slut,” Harry said eagerly as he pulled his cock out. He pulled me by my long dark hair to the edge of the table before sliding his dick into my mouth. I choked on it, making him growl in pleasure. “Oh fuck yes, choke on it, bitch.” He thrusted into my mouth, slowly at first with a groan. He arched his back and slowly brought his hips forward, before he picked up his speed and started pumping, face fucking me hard and fast. He held my face in place as he pulverized my face, thrusting so fast his balls started to hit my face with each one.

Meanwhile, Nick fucked me like an animal, moving so fast that the pool table rocked viciously and I couldn’t help but scream in pleasure. “CUM FOR ME, BITCH,” he shouted. “RIGHT NOW.”

As his cock thrusted into me without mercy, I tightened around him and screamed. He threw his head back and shouted my name as he lost his control, fucking me harder and faster than ever before. He madly drove into me, his balls smacking against my ass with his belt frantically hitting the pool table.

After I came, he pulled out of me, still hard as a rock. “What? Think you were done?” He smirked. “My birthday, slut, and you’re my present. I get to do whatever the fuck I want to you.” He dragged me off the table, Harry’s cock popping out of my mouth as Nick shoved me on top of him while he sat his naked butt on the pool table. He shoved his tongue into mine before piercing me once again on his hard cock. Jake came up behind me, and I screamed in pain as he shoved his dick into my ass.

I was smashed inbetween two huge men, their cocks in both of my holes as they fucked me in sync. They both viciously slammed me down onto their dicks, holding me by my hips and breasts to gain leverage over my body.

“Fuck yeah, you feel so good. So tight,” Jake growled, kissing at my ear and neck as he rammed himself into my ass over and over again.

“Mine,” Johnny whispered in my other ear. “Mine. You’re mine. My little fucking slut. Fuck yes, you’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I groaned. Harry and Johnny stood to the sides of us, stroking their members rapidly as the two men inside me picked up their speed. Harry and Johnny watched my face as they made me ride them, enjoying the show.

Jake threw back his head and screamed as he wildly pumped his cock into my ass, losing control. He clawed into my hips as he used me to fill me with his cum, pumping me full. Nick was still going strong, slamming my hips down onto his cock until he just started thrusting up to meet them, holding me in place.

“Fuck yeah baby, look at me. LOOK AT ME. I want to see your face when I cum in you.”

“Give it to her good, Nicky. Fuck her good.” They cheered him on as he moaned, fucking me deeper and far more brutally. I feel him sliding in and out, the sensations of his friends watching us as he thrusted his huge cock into me, over and over, became too much and I screamed out as I came again.

Nicky hammered his cock into me rapidly, drilling his dick into my pussy as he screamed and cried out. “Fuck yes, fuck yes, mine, mine, MINE.”

In seconds, Harry thrusted up into my ass, screwing my brains out, obviously very aroused by watching me get fucked. He rammed himself into me, holding me in place as he shoved his cock into my ass rapidly, murmuring how much I loved it. “Take it bitch, ya slut, take it all!” His pace was rapid and harsh, drilling into my ass as he spanked it, moaning out.

Both of them, fucking me in unison, rapidly drilling me. It got faster, more frantic as they growled out. “Fuck, bitch! Fuck yeah!”

“Take it, slut. Scream for me! Loud,” Nick shouted furiously.

I lost it, coming, even if I tried to fight it. They lost control, cumming deep inside me.