by Destiny Moon
Tonight that feeling was amplified to heights I had never imagined.
This whole scenario of having no control because all my abilities were hampered gave me sublime satisfaction. I wanted to be the slut. He’d told me his intentions. If I’d wanted to, I could have put my face down or I could have told him not to continue. But the truth was that I wanted it.
“Oh, baby,” he cried. His fapping sounds continued. He had to be huge and hard now. How badly I wished I could see him.
On edge with anticipation, I heard movement and motions in the room. Some of the guys wanted to watch him defile me, I was sure. They seemed to gather. The suspense was too much to bear.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.”
Then a warm stream landed on my lips and chin. Instinctively, as though it were a dribble of chocolate sauce from a sundae, my tongue came out to lick it. The guys cheered again. They loved it. I hadn’t even meant to give them that kind of show. It just happened.
“You like the taste of my cum?” the guy asked.
I nodded. I did.
More than the taste, though, it was the rebellion of it. I had really crossed the line now, from good girl to bad. This night marked the transition very clearly in my mind. There was no going back. I could have called myself playful from the moment Hunter and I first hooked up. The fun new stuff we tried was great, but most of it was stuff I’d read about in Cosmo magazine. This, however, was not.
A group of guys watched me lick the semen from my lips, and they cheered for me. I was quite sure they patted the guy on the back, too. I heard that kind of jovial slapping. It was, of course, impossible to know exactly what was going on. And it wasn’t my business. My role was only to receive.
The guy who was fucking me from behind had also become stiffer. I could tell he was close to climaxing. His thrusts were hard. His skin slapped up against me each time our hips connected. The wetness from the previous ejaculate helped to amplify the resounding boom of contact. There was no doubt in my mind that everyone was watching closely.
“Oh yeah, maiden. You’re going to take another load. You ready?”
I nodded. I was.
“Oh baby, you’re so hot,” he said. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, quietly.
He clung to my hips so hard I was certain I’d have his fingerprints etched into my skin for days. As he pounded into me, I wondered whether it was Hunter. He was the only one who was allowed to finish in me. That had been one of the ground rules. His rule, actually.
But the guy pulled out last minute and released a gush of hot sperm on my bum. I felt it run down over my ass and drip down on the outside of my pussy, like it was hot water running over me in the shower. The guys really loved that sight, it was clear. They hollered again.
Almost immediately another man came up behind me. He slapped my ass with his dick first, like he was playing around with the pool of liquid that had formed. The sounds were too much. All that tapping made my pussy even wetter and I was plenty wet at that point already.
His dick entered my pussy, and he began fucking me. I realized that I’d lost all sense of my surroundings. All I knew was I was getting fucked until I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t know when it would stop, and I think I even lost count at that point of how many men had fucked me. Their individual shapes and sizes had almost melded into one incredibly endowed entity. I considered again that I would pay for it the next day, but in that moment, my pussy clamored for more.
This time, though, I knew it was Hunter, because of the way he grabbed me by the legs and turned me over.
“Get me those pillows,” he instructed. Someone tossed them. He caught them and lifted my legs up with one arm as he rammed the leveraging pillows beneath my hips with the other. I was certain there was a guy on either side of me now because they held my legs apart for Hunter. I was totally helpless. It seemed to me that a circle had formed around me. The guys who had finished were probably the ones holding me. There were voices that cheered.
Someone rubbed my clit, making little circles with his fingers. I was pretty sure it was Hunter. He spanked me there. That tipped me off. It had to be him. He knew how much I loved a good spanking there when I was already so turned on. And he fucked me hard. His impact was immense. The sheer size of him was nearly too much for me to handle.
Two guys put their lips down on my nipples and sucked simultaneously. I had never experienced such pleasure before. It was overwhelming. I felt dizzy, as though I could faint from the magnitude of ecstasy.
That was when I knew that I could not hold back any longer. An orgasm built inside of me that needed release. It was more than just a clitoral one, too. The way Hunter’s cock hit my G-spot was so good. He had really perfected it in the past few weeks. He knew precisely what angles I liked, and he could so easily tell how close I was and what I needed. Given the energy of the room, I figured he wanted to show me off in this way. He had confided one night that he’d never been with a girl who could squirt until he met me, and he thought it was the hottest thing in the world. He said he wanted to tell every one of his buddies. He’d promised he wouldn’t, but there was no doubt he would enjoy having these guys witness the way he could bring me to climax. He fucked me harder and harder as the two guys worked my nipples and then, as though I was seized with violence, as though my body was possessed by demons, my hips thrust forward and I sprayed out a much-needed squirt.
The guys who had cheered and hollered each time one of the men had ejaculated were dumbstruck by this. Rendered speechless. Then the room erupted in sounds of awe. It was only fair, I thought, that after they’d impressed me with their abilities to ejaculate that I show them how I did it.
“Oh, Maya,” Hunter said. “You are the hottest girl in the world.”
The guys really agreed with that.
“Hunter. Oh, Hunter.”
“I’m gonna come, Maya.”
“Mmm,” I moaned. “Yes.”
He finished in me. There was a twitching at the base of his cock that signaled the release. My pussy filled with hot semen that warmed me from the inside out. I was deliciously satisfied, coming down off my own incredible climax, to have Hunter’s oozing sperm in me. He stayed in me for a while after. His cock grew softer and he caressed my exposed belly.
“Maya, baby. You’re amazing.”
I put my hands on his. He untied the rope and freed my hands, which I used to hold his hands to my skin. The mattress seemed to pull me into its softness, as a warm afterglow came over me. Hunter put his face near mine and kissed my cheek. Then he whispered in my ear.
“Do you want me to take this off? Do you want to see everyone?”
I shook my head. No. As much as we’d been through together, I was not able to look at them. I wasn’t ashamed. I just wanted the time to be with Hunter, to ease back into the person I was when I wasn’t being a big slut.
“Okay,” Hunter said. Then in a louder voice he said, “Everyone is following your ground rules, so the guys will leave now and change into their original costumes in the other room. Guys?”
Hunter clearly must have gestured to them, as I could tell they were gathering whatever they came into the room with. There were probably pirate pants and shirts and swords all over the place. I chuckled to myself at the thought.
“Maya,” one voice said. “I just want to thank you. You’re incredible.”
It was like the lights had come up at the end of a play and we were all just regular people again. They knew my name. I didn’t know theirs, but that was how I had asked for it.
I didn’t know if I should thank him back. What the heck was the etiquette for this sort of thing?
I said, “It was my pleasure.”
That was the truth.
Another guy took my hand in his. He kissed the back of it and said, “Sweet Maya. You are a gem. I’ll treasure this experience with you.”
I was surprised by the tenderness of his g
esture. This guy who had been a brute not ten minutes earlier was now most gentlemanly. I was quite sure I blushed.
The other guy also came to me and touched his hand to my cheek and held it there as though he was committing the evening to memory in a most careful way. I had no way of knowing if he was the one who released on my mouth. At this point in the evening, it already seemed like that was ages ago. He didn’t use words, but the gentle touch said everything.
Hunter held my hand as I listened to them leave. Then the door shut. Hunter got up to lock it. He came back to the bed and scooted behind me and untied the silk. There was immense relief when the taut fabric fell to my side.
The room was dimly lit. I looked around. Hunter’s face was full of awe. He took me in his arms.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I, uh.” I thought about it. “I’m not sure. Exhilarated?”
I was also feeling relieved that it had been a positive experience, especially since I was not too sure about being carried up the stairs by the big guy.
“Let’s take it all in, shall we?”
Hunter propped the pillows back up to their place near the headboard. We got cozy together. He held me, which made me feel safe and cared for. Silent for a while, he caressed my hair.
“You really blow my mind, you know,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone as wild and free as you are.”
“You helped encourage me,” I told him.
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It is.”
I knew I would not regret this, no matter what happened. It was forever filed into my memory bank as a major challenge to my idea of who I was. I had overcome the old me. I had fully embraced my shadow self as a dirty little slut. I could go back to writing poetry and dancing and it would be honest and pure because it would come from the knowledge and acceptance of my own complexity.
Hunter let out a massive sigh, like a golden retriever about to take a nap in front of a fire. He turned on his side and straightened my dress as though he wanted to see me as a lady again now that it was just the two of us. He started to massage me lightly, squeezing my already relaxed leg muscles with his grip.
“You’re really incredible, Maya,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he thought maybe I didn’t believe him the first time or what. For a second, it seemed to me like he was feeling almost vulnerable. Then he kissed me.
All the racy memories were still so fresh. I had not even cleaned myself off yet, and I detected that something was on his mind.
“Hunter?”
“Maya.”
“What’s up? Are you feeling weird about this or something?”
“No,” he said, sitting up. “I’m just kind of floored that it happened. I’ve never actually done anything like that before, just so you know.”
“You haven’t?”
He shook his head.
“So I’m not the only prude around here?”
“You’re hardly a prude. You’re the sexiest girl in the entire universe.”
“I am?”
“Yes. And I want to treat you right. I want us to have lots of adventures together. I want you to want to stay with me.”
“Oh yeah?”
This was news.
“You don’t believe me?” he asked, again touching my cheek.
“I guess I do, but I just…” I really didn’t know how to spit the words out. The whole situation was absurd. “Your timing for a romantic conversation is a little odd.”
He laughed. I laughed, too. It diffused the tension that he emitted.
“Seriously, though,” he said. Then it seemed like he wanted to say more, but he kept his mouth shut.
I did not know what to say.
“I feel like you’ve gotten me out of my shell sexually, and I’m totally grateful for that,” I said.
He took me into his arms again and kissed me. There was a deep, longing connection that told me there was so much more invested in this than I had thought before this weekend.
He looked at me and said, “I never thought I’d ever meet a girl I’m compatible with on so many levels.”
“You mean someone as perverted as you are?” I smiled. I couldn’t help but tease him.
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
I laughed. “You’re amazing, Hunter. Really. I mean, staging a pirate abduction for me? That’s pretty incredible. You might just be keeper material.”
“Really? That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I shrugged and gave him a coy smile. “We’ll see.”
He looked like a timid schoolboy, a far stretch from the forceful aggressor he’d been just a little while earlier.
“Do you want to see yourself?” He asked.
“So you did film it?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Sure,” I said. “Bring it on.”
He fetched the camcorder that I had simply failed to notice. It was sitting on the dresser adjacent to the bed. Hunter explained that they’d taken turns passing it around. Everyone avoided filming my face and theirs as well, just in case I did change my mind about putting it online. Those guys. Sheesh.
He rewound the footage and pressed play. We sat together, huddling over the small screen. As the evening replayed itself, I was astounded. My heartbeat pounded away as though I were some kind of stranger who had been called to judge myself. I was hot. All those years of telling myself I was too fat to eat ice cream or potato chips were a waste. All the negative voices I’d used to beat myself up with. All the times I’d told myself I wasn’t pretty enough or good enough. That ended as I watched myself star in the hottest porn I’d ever seen. Perhaps the heat factor came from remembering the sensations, but I had to admit that when it came to sex, I could really bring it.
“Let’s finish watching this when we get home tonight,” I said, not wanting to get turned on again.
“Any time,” Hunter said. “It’s yours to keep and there’s only one copy.”
I patted my dress down and went to the en suite washroom. My makeup was still in place, but I did need to clean my chin off with a damp facecloth. After a lipstick reapplication, I was ready to return to the party.
Before we left the privacy of our lair, Hunter gave me a long hug.
Hand in hand, we walked down the staircase to an entire dance floor filled with festive folks. No one paid any attention to us, which was a relief.
Later that evening, Frankenstein came back for more chit-chat.
“You guys enjoying yourselves?” he asked.
I looked at the scars that ran across his face and wondered if he’d been one of the pirates. It was impossible to tell.
Hunter put his arm around me. “Yeah, man. Great party.”
“Thanks,” Frankenstein said. “I think people are enjoying themselves.”
He looked right at me when he said it. Then he raised his hand to my cheek and touched my skin ever so lightly. I got tingles everywhere.
“You have yourselves a great rest of your night, will ya?”
I nodded.
The silent guy. It had to be him. I didn’t know for sure and I didn’t want to ask Hunter. But my belly filled with butterflies at the thought of our connection, of his knowing me in such an intimate way. My face went beet red, I was certain. And I was wet again. I was so naughty that I could not even believe myself.
“Thank you for a great party,” I said. “You’re really the host with the most.”
I laughed at my own silly joke and so did Frankenstein, but Hunter only made the sound of someone pretending to laugh.
Chapter Eleven
Back in our hotel room, Hunter took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom, where he unzipped my dress and helped me out of it. He took his own clothes off, too. We stood together naked, holding each other and examining ourselves in the mirror. I did have some bruises that had not been there that afternoon. He ran his fingers over them, then pressed his lips to the top of my head and went back to looking in the mirror. We loo
ked good together.
He gestured for me to wait while he turned on the water. He tested the temperature, then got into the shower and offered me an outstretched hand. I took it and joined him. In the shower, he washed my hair and lathered me everywhere. The hot water rinsed away all traces of the night that had transpired, and once we had toweled off and changed into pajamas, it felt like the past few hours had been a figment of our collective imagination, like a movie we’d watched together.
He got into bed and ripped the covers back to create a triangle for me to enter. I slid into the cotton goodness and curled up in his arms.
“Maya?” he said.
I looked at him.
“I want you to know I’m your man. I will go on any sexual adventure that you want to take me on, but even if you don’t want to do anything like that again, I’m still yours.”
“You are?”
“Do you doubt me?”
“I guess I…” I did not know how to tell him that all this time, I had not thought of us as anything other than a couple of horndogs who’d found each other at the right time. I couldn’t say that because it was no longer true. I knew that tonight had not been easy for him. It had been hot and it had given him something he’d never forget, but it was also a risk. It had never been more obvious that he had feelings for me. Real feelings. And that he was vulnerable.
“I adore you,” he said.
Had I really thought that I was not going to introduce this guy to my family? He was amazing. Incredible even.
“Oh, Hunter.”
“You don’t have to say it back. I know you’re not ready. I just want to tell you what’s going on for me. I’m falling for you, hard.”
I was speechless.
“There,” he said and took an audible swallow. “I said it. It’s the truth.”
“Hunter.”
“And we can do all kinds of stuff together. I want us to go to the highest possible peaks of bodily pleasure together, but all along, I want you to know that I’m your man.”