Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  "See? You don't want me to let you go. You're enjoying this. And we've only just started. By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us not to leave."

  Just as I registered the "we" and the "us," another set of hands grabbed my tits.

  "No! You can't do this!"

  The first man laughed again as he worked his fingers in and out of my cunt. The other man continued playing with my nipples -- rolling them between his fingers. I tried to keep protesting, but it became difficult as I neared orgasm. I started tightening my muscles around his fingers and pushing into him as much as I could with the restraints holding me back. And then just as I was about to cum, they both stopped.

  I was left panting -- desperate for the release.

  "You haven't earned it yet. All in good time."

  He removed my blindfold and I tried to focus on his face, but without my glasses, everything was a blur.

  The room was dimly lit. I was lying on some kind of table and I could make out some other oddly-shaped furniture around the room -- a giant X-shaped frame, something that looked like a pommel horse, and other things I couldn't make out at all.

  There were three men in the room -- that I could see anyway. My heart began to speed up as I realized the extent of my situation. There was no escape. Tears ran down my face again.

  "Shhhh," the first man began stroking my cheek. "It's okay Gwen. I promise you're going to enjoy this"

  "How do you know my name?!" I screamed as I squinted trying to make out his face. He had dark hair that dropped to his shoulders and a widow's peak. His skin was tanned and looked to be of Mediterranean decent, but there was no accent to his voice. I studied him as best I could, but I could not place his face.

  He laughed, "I know a lot about you, Gwen. And I know that deep down in the darkest pits of your mind, you want this. You've always wanted this. And tonight . . . and maybe into tomorrow, we're going to make your fantasies a reality."

  I wanted to object, but it was true. As long as I could remember, I would fantasize about being taken and having my body ravished. I never told anyone about those fantasies, not even my husband. Sometimes I wrote them down in a journal, but they were kept safely at home.

  "Have you been in my home?! How dare you! You can't . . . you just can't do this! I'm married. My husband will be worried. Please, please let me go!"

  He stroked my hair and played with my nipples while he spoke, "I saw your ring. I know you're married, but I know you still want this and you're going to get it. But I'm tired of talking now." He stopped and looked away. "Jordan, bring me the gag."

  "Sure thing, Ryan." Jordan walked over and handed Ryan what looked like a long strap with a dildo in the middle of it. I clamped my mouth closed and Ryan traced my lips with his fingers before holding my nose.

  As soon as I opened my mouth to breath, he shoved the dildo in and pulled the straps around my head. It was rather small, maybe only 3 inches, but thick enough to keep my mouth closed tightly around it.

  "There. That's better. Now what should we do with you next? What do you think, Jeremy?" Ryan turned around and looked at the third man.

  Jeremy came closer and shoved two fingers roughly inside of me. "Hmm, she's tight. Why don't we see if we can open her up a bit?"

  "Great idea," Jordan replied.

  I tried to scream against the gag, but it was pointless. Jeremy kept pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt. Two became three and then three became four. I could feel my juices dripping out of me and my clit was swollen.

  Jeremy removed his fingers. I saw one of the other men hand him something before he shoved a dildo in my pussy. He held it in and then fastened something around my waist and between my legs that held the dildo in place.

  I was in complete torment . . . both from my intellectual desire to get away and my physical need to orgasm.

  "Mmmm," Ryan said. "Two out of three ain't bad, but shouldn't we work on filling that last hole?"

  I shook my head from side to side. I had had anal sex before, but it was a rarity and only ever with my husband. It was devastating to think of these men violating me there.

  "I like the way you think," Jordan responded as he untied my hands. They lifted me and then turned me on my belly. I thrashed against them, fighting them off as best I could.

  Ryan grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, "You can fight if you wish, Gwen, but we are going to do whatever we want with you. You can't stop us and the more you fight, the more this is going to hurt, so I suggest you relax."

  I hated to admit it, but he was right. It really was silly to fight them.

  They forced me onto my knees and loosened the straps around my waist, though not enough to let the dildo drop. I felt a cool gel run down my ass as someone's finger traced my entrance. Then I felt the tip of the plug start to penetrate and I pulled away.

  "Relax Gwen. It'll be so much better for you if you relax."

  I took a few deep breaths through my nose and stopped clenching my bottom as the plug was pushed deep into my asshole. As soon as it was done, the straps were retightened.

  "There. All three all holes filled like the proper whore you are."

  They undid the bar holding my legs apart and lifted me up again, this time standing me in front of all three of them. I thought about running for a second, but there was nowhere to go. They looked me up and down and smiled.

  Jordan came closer and placed a collar around my neck. Ryan attached a leash and then ordered me to my knees. I looked at him wide-eyed and he slapped my face. "I told you to get on your knees. This will be better for you once you learn to obey!"

  I dropped to my knees and Ryan walked in front of me, pulling the leash. I was forced to follow him on all fours. The other men just watched, making a few comments about how hot I looked and how they couldn't wait to replace the dildos and plug with their cocks. I tried to catch my breath.

  After a few laps around the room, Ryan stopped and sat in a chair. He positioned me in front of him as he undid the buckle on his pants.

  "I'm going to take that mouth of yours first. I want to see how well you suck cock, Gwen. And if you can please each of us, we'll see about letting you cum."

  He leaned forward and undid the strap behind my head, letting the dildo fall from my mouth. He placed it on a table beside his chair and took my face in his hands.

  "You're going to do a good job, aren't you Gwen? You want to please me, don't you? You want your reward."

  I started to tell him no, that I didn't want anything of this, but he grabbed my hair pulled my head back, making my pussy clench and throb. I sighed deeply, "Yes, Ryan."

  "Tell me," he said.

  I was mortified, but I whispered, "I'm going to do a good job. I want to please you. I want my reward."

  "And what is your reward, Gwen?"

  "If I can please you all, you might let me cum."

  He smiled, "Yes, my dear. That's right. And your body is aching right now, isn't it? Your holes filled with fake cocks just isn't enough. You want the real thing, don't you?"

  When I didn't respond, he slapped my face. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

  I stammered, "Yes. Yes, my body's aching. I want real cocks filling me."

  Ryan stroked my hair and smiled, "Good girl, Gwen. Now open that pretty little mouth."

  I opened my mouth and he grabbed my hair close to my head. He slammed my mouth on this dick and kept pushing and pulling my head. He was thick and long and unrelenting. I licked his shaft as much as I could, but I had little control as he aggressively fucked my face.

  I gagged and choked. Every so often he let me take me a breath, but then went right back to abusing my mouth. Just as I was beginning to sync to his rhythm, I felt something slam hard against my ass and my body jumped. My muffled cry was barely audible through Ryan's cock.

  Ryan pulled my head down on him and held it there while one of the other guys continued to beat my ass. It was painful and yet oddly exciting. I clenched the dildo in my p
ussy and moved my hips in an attempt to rub my clit against the harness holding it in.

  The beating stopped and Ryan pulled my head off his cock and slapped my face, harder this time than he had before. A tear streamed down my face.

  "Were you trying to make yourself cum, Gwen?"

  "I . . . I . . ." I thought of lying to him for a minute and then realized the truth would probably be better. I lowered my head, "Yes, I was trying to make myself cum."

  He grabbed me by the throat and looked into my eyes. "If you do it again, I'll make you please each of us three times before giving you any release. Do you understand?"

  I gulped, "Yes, Ryan. I'm sorry."

  He pulled my head back down on his cock and I felt him begin to throb in my mouth. "Swallow every drop, Gwen. Every fucking drop."

  He grunted as he forced my head all the way down again and I felt his hot liquid squirt into my mouth. When he released my hair, I licked his shaft and head clean and as instructed, swallowed every drop.

  "Mmmm, good girl." Ryan smiled at me and then looked at the other men. "So, who's next?"

  Jeremy took my hair in his hands and held my face just a few inches from his cock. "Lick," was all he said and so I did. I ran my tongue up and down the length of him, over the head, and then back down to his balls.

  He moaned softly as I drowned him in my saliva. Then he pulled my head away and picked me up. He carried me to a bed and laid me down on it so my head was hanging off the edge. He stood by my face and began fucking my mouth. He was bigger than Ryan and I was surprised by how much of him I could take into my mouth. The angle gave him better access and he fucked my throat like it was a cunt.

  Jeremy grabbed my nipples. He pulled on them and twisted them. The pain shot through me, but every time he stopped I wished he'd do it again. And he never disappointed. He continued pinching my nipples and smacking my tits as I groaned into his crotch.

  "That's it you dirty whore. Let me know how much you enjoy being used like this."

  He gave my nipples one last really rough squeeze and then pulled out of my mouth to cum all over my face and my breasts. He walked away briefly, leaving my head hanging over the side of the bed and his semen dripping off of me.

  I closed my eyes, exhausted, and then I felt something scraping at my chest. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Jeremy scooping up his cum with a spoon. "Open up, Gwen."

  I did as I was told and slurped down every salty drop Jeremy fed me.

  When he was finished, Jordan wiped me down with a warm wash cloth. He sat me up straight and held me until the dizziness passed. The he lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head and told me to make him cum.

  Without his hands directing my head, I was left to my own skills. I took him into my mouth and ran my tongue over every inch, working my way up and down. I cupped his balls in my hand before licking and sucking them as well.

  "Suck harder, bitch."

  I took as much of his thick cock into my mouth as possible and sucked as hard as I could. His body reacted by thrusting into my mouth. I kept up the momentum, bobbing my head up and down on his dick, sucking harder and harder until I felt him start to throb.

  I continued licking and sucking as he came in my mouth. I rolled over when he was finished, unsure of what was going to happen next.

  "Very well done, Gwen. Very well done, indeed. You proved yourself to be quite a skillful little cocksucker, just like I knew you would. Would you like us to make you cum now?"

  I looked at him, ashamed and wondering what my husband would think of me like this, and said,

  "Yes, please."

  "Beg. Let us know how much you need it. Let us know why you deserve it."

  I swallowed hard. "Please," I looked at each of them. "Please, make me cum. I need it. I need the release. My body's aching to cum. I worked hard to please all of you and I did. Please, please let make me cum!"

  Ryan smiled and laughed. He pulled my legs to the edge of the bed and separated them. He grabbed one leg and one of the other men -- I couldn't tell who -- grabbed the other and they tied each my legs to the posts on either side of the bed. Then they did the same to my arms.

  I was spread wide open on the bed when someone slipped the dildo gag back into my mouth. Jeremy sat behind me and pulled my head back so I was looking in his eyes. He held his hands loosely on my throat.

  Jordan sat beside me and played with my breasts, alternating between gentle and rough. And Ryan was between my legs. He removed the harness and the dildo in my pussy and I felt my juices drip onto the bed.

  He began slamming the dildo in and out of my hole, fast and deep. I groaned into the gag as Jeremy's hands tightened around my neck.

  Jordan continued to abusing my tits while Ryan started rubbing my clit. I thrust my hips into the air as much as I could and bit down on the gag as I came. I felt it through my entire body and my pussy began to pulse.

  I collapsed back down when I was done, but Ryan continued to ram the dildo into me. My body was extra sensitive and I couldn't take the pain. I began thrashing against my restraints. Jeremy held me down around my belly and Jordan by my shoulders.

  After what felt like forever, Ryan stopped. They removed the plug from my ass and the gag from my mouth, but left me restrained to the bed.

  I lay there covered in sweat and my own juices -- exhausted and shamed. Now that the need to orgasm was gone, reality struck me hard. I just let three men completely use me. And I loved it. How could I possibly look my husband in the eyes again?

  My eyes began to drift closed and Ryan whispered in my ear, "Rest up, Gwen. There is so much more to come."

  The End.

  Boss's Orders

  It felt good to be on top of him, my knees resting against the bed, the weight of my body on him, forcing him deep into my back entrance. My ass feels deliciously full as I lift and drop myself onto him. The sensation of floating floods from the back of my eyes as my body looses itself in pleasure. His size feels incredible as I stretch around him, the very presence of him being in me giving a sense of wicked completion.

  I speed up; feeling myself begin to ride him harder as my body prepares to take yet another orgasm from him. My hands press down against him, my arms pushing my breasts together as I stroke his length within my ass. My empty vagina shivers as orgasmic bliss rushes into my very being, I scream out in utter joy and excitement as I rub myself against his body, completely lost in the moment.

  I collapse forward onto him, his shaft exiting and resting between my cheeks, as I pant deeply, resting my head between his own and his shoulder. He strokes my hair sweetly as I rest, my body gently returning from some higher plain.

  Lifting myself I let my breasts dangle in his face, feeling the sensation of his over-grown stubble dance across my skin, allowing him to play with them. I smile as he sucks my un-pierced nipple into his mouth before squeezing my breasts together and pushing his face between them. I feel his cock jump in excitement against my rear cheek. It was time to allow his own orgasm.

  I sit back so my feet are against the bed, lifting myself to squat onto him as my hand holds his bulging cock at the base. I look into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, his large head popping into my rear, but his eyes are elsewhere -- staring in amazement as my ass slowly engulfs him. My cheeks rest against him as I completely take him, removing my hand, and letting out a sigh of satisfaction. Lifting myself slowly with my knees I allow him to watch as every inch of him exits and re-enters me. He begins to groan and grunt. I know he can't last long in this position and I love how easily I can make him cum with it.

  His body dampens with sweat as I feel him expand inside me. I lift myself so only the head of his cock is inside my anus, his face twisting with frustrated pleasure as I deny the rest of him entry. Moving my ass slowly up and down the tip of his cock I feel him pulse, as he shoots his first spurt of cum into my bowels I lower myself onto him, filling myself with all of him, lost in the sensations of his trembling cock as he fi
lls me with his seed. I smile, and we rest, his still hard penis trapping his cum inside me.

  Time passes, a minute, a year, one can never say. The moment of blissful oneness after such pleasures of the flesh have been fulfilled is immeasurable, like a dreamer waking whom has been somewhere else for so long, yet has risen within in same hour that sleep had taken them. His now softening penis glides out of me as I roll off him onto all fours, my used hole still wide from his departure, glistening with his ejaculate.

  "Go on then" I smirk, as he rises towards me, pushing the large purple butt-plug into me, trapping part of him inside me for the rest of the day. I smile, as it fills me, my ass shrinking round the neck of the plug, as my cheeks close around it's flared-base. I enjoy taking his cum to work with me. Recently it has become the greatest of my many naughty little pleasures.

  I kissed him good-bye and got ready for work, throwing on my loose tartan skirt and a black top (casual dress was work policy) being sure not to wear any knickers. Today was going to be another fun day at the office where only I would know my secret.

  The day started fine, with the easy task of updating a few records to meet some new policies that had been introduced. I was happily sat at my desk, the plug filling me, as every now and again a very small amount of him bubbled out around it as I moved in my seat. I loved the feeling of having him in me at work; it kept my body buzzing lustfully through out the day. Just as my mind was drifting to naughtier thoughts the phone rang.

  "Goey" spoke the stern female voice, "It's Samantha. Can we have a word in my office please?"

  An invitation to your bosses' office is never a fun thing, but having had my mind suddenly pulled from my own fantasies set an extra level of nervousness off inside me.

  I timidly knock on her office door.

  "Come in" she answers, as if uninterested in my arrival. Hot air swamps me as I push the door open; her air conditioning is still broken. As I step in she smiles at me, "Goey please, take a seat. There's no need to worry I just wanted to see how you were getting on with the new system?"

  We talk, but it's too hot, and my concentration wavers as the warmth of her room begins to drown me. I regret not wearing any knickers as I feel my own sweat seal me to her leather chair. It was going to make a noise when I got up as my skin unstuck itself -- it was inevitable, and yet -- the panic of the act began swirling around me, this was going to be embarrassing.