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WAKING UP
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I wake up, and find two men in my bedroom, kneeling on my bed, holding me down, and looking at me.
I open my eyes, and jump, surprised.
I look at them. I should be scared, but I’m not. I’m excited.
They’re holding my wrists, and my legs. I just sleep in shorts when it’s a warm night, so they’re looking at my tits too.
They’re looking at those quite carefully.
“What do you want?” I say.
They look at each other.
“You,” one says.
One slides his hand up my leg, inside my shorts, inside me, too. He pushes his fingers into me, and I’m embarrassed how wet I am, in an awful situation like this.
The other one takes out his cock, and holds it out towards my face.
“Go on,” he said.
I shake my head.
“Do it,” he says.
“Make me.”
He twists his hand into my hair, and pulls me against him. I open my mouth, and suck him, all hard and hot and there. I suck, and the other one slides his fingers into me, and I moan, despite myself.
After a moment, one tries to pull my shorts down.
“No,” I gasp, and stop sucking. I struggle. I try to pull free. They laugh, and hold me down, and tug off my shorts and turn me over.
One kneels on me, holding my arms. The other lies on my hips.
His cock is out. I can feel it against my leg. He moves, he moves me, and it’s down between my legs.
He slides. He pushes.
“That’s my ass,” I gasp.
“I know,” he says.
He pushes. He pushes into me there. It hurts, and feels wonderful too.
He pushes inside me, and his friend holds me down, and he fucks me, until I can’t think. Until I forget I’m supposed to be struggling, and wriggle free, and kneel up, so he can go into me better.
I kneel there and fuck him back, as roughly as he’s fucking me. I want him. I need him inside me. He comes, filling me all sticky and hot, and then he disappears and his friend slides into me too.
They both fuck me, and when they’re done, they push me onto the bed, and go to the door. They walk out, leaving me there. They both go down the hall to the house’s front door.
It opens, and I hear voices, people saying goodbye.
My boyfriend lets his friend out, and says thanks, and drive safe, and see you next time, and then he comes back to bed and kisses me, and then we go to sleep.
And, um, I guess we’d done anal earlier that night, too, which is why I could just do it without being lubed. Fantasies don’t always make sense…
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VERY MILD TIED-UP FANTASY!
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I’m in a guy’s bed, about to have sex, and he asks if he can tie me up. I say yes, of course, yay, and so he does. He ties my wrists in front of me with something. Um, a tie, I guess? A cloth belt?
Then he kisses me and licks me all over while he undresses me and stuff.
Um, wait… I guess I already had my top off before he tied me up, to make this part simpler. And I know I shouldn’t be quite so nitpicky about details like that, but bad habits from writing smut. Sorry!
So anyways, he undresses me, and goes down on me, and lick me until I’m a breathless trembly tied-up gaspy thing, and then he fucks me for a while too.
Then he stops and says, hey, um, could his friend watch us. Because the friend has never tried bondage before and is curious, that’s all.
“Because of that,” I say. “Right. Not anything else?”
“What?” he says, all innocent. “Just that. Just us doing him a favour so he can see how it is.”
“Can’t he watch porn?”
“He doesn’t like doing that.”
“Of course not,” I say, sceptical, but I don’t really care.
I actually kind of like the idea, so I say, “Yep, okay. Go get him.”
The guy does. His friend comes in, and sits on the bed and watches us. After a while I feel sorry for him, and sort of wriggle out from under the first guy, and get on my knees and elbows so I can suck the second guy off.
And I do. I kneel there, still tied, and suck one and fuck the other. And probably the guy behind me is as utterly into giving oral as I am and licks me out for ages. Probably, because this is me and my fantasy.
So we lick and suck and everyone comes. And that’s pretty much all!
Like sex, threeway, orgasm, done.
And I know this is all a bit dull compared to some of the other things here, but this is one I’ve been thinking about forever, like possibly my first actual organized daydreamy story-fantasy about something other than vague unspecific sex and a particular person, if that makes sense. So it’s been with me for years, big soppy sigh, and I always really quite liked it. Mostly, I guess, because for a long time, back when I was innocent and such things mattered, it felt like this was all somehow not my fault, the threeway, and I didn’t need to feel guilty or slutty or whatever, because just like the imaginary dude says, it’s really only me doing someone a favour, and so there’s no reason to feel bad! Um, yes, in my head. Feeling guilty about threeways in my head. While masturbating. I know.
But also yes, seriously!
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RENT AND PROSTITUTION FANTASY
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My boyfriend sells me. To pay the rent or something, I guess. Blah.
He puts an ad on the internet, and people answer, and we both get surprised by how many do.
“Which one do you want?” he says, a bit surprised, as me look at the answers.
I sit there, excited and breathless and wanting.
“All of them,” I say.
“Oh,” he says, startled. “Oh, okay. I guess we make more money that way. So what, like over a week or something?”
I shake my head. “All of them at once.”
He looks really quite stunned. “This many?” he says.
“Yep. All of them.”
“You’re so hot,” he says, and then we have a lot of sex.
Later, we find somewhere to do this. Not at home, probably, because prostituting myself at home feels a bit ick. Even in my prostituting myself group-sex fantasy. So we get a hotel, or borrow a house or something, I suppose, and we tell everyone the time and place.
And men turn up, and pay at the door, and go inside, and fuck me.
Lots of men. Dozens of men.
I’m on a bed, in a room, and there’s a queue of people from me, out the bedroom door, out into the hall, and down in the street.
Um, the queue is kind of the thing. Like the impossibly big number of people I fuck, and how there’s just more of them, endlessly, over and over. And me being able to see how many more there are at any given point. As in, when I get myself off to this, I’m thinking about the queue, mostly. Like that, rather than the actual sex, if that makes sense.
Oh, and also that each guy watches me fuck everyone in the queue ahead of him as he waits, and then he fucks me too. I don’t quite know why, but that’s sexy as well. The watching me with other people part. Um, exhibitionist slightly, I suppose.
Anyways.
So I fuck. And there’s a queue. And I lie there, and kneel there, and let them fuck me, and occasionally I wipe something up or have a drink of water. But mostly I’m just there getting fucked, one man after another, a few minutes each, over and over, and being paid to do it too.
And it’s wonderful.
And everyone comes lot. And eventually they stop, and I stop too, in real life.
And that’s all. Because how I’m weird but apparently you all want to know, so here you are.
Oh, and in this, we pay the rent too. Like I have no idea why, but that’s validation and it matters and I actually thought of that and decided we do. So yay for me and the imaginary boyfriend who sells me to strangers to pay the rent!
Um wait, that actually sounds bad when I say it like that…
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COMPLETELY SILLY STICKY FANTASY
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I have a friend who I have sex with sometimes, and we’re in her bed, and talking, like talking after we’ve had sex, but talking because we will again soon. And because of that we’re talking about sex a bit, I suppose.
Blah, something like that. How it starts isn’t really the point.
Anyways, I happen to say I secretly want to lick semen out of someone else’s pussy, and she says she secretly wants it done to her.
“Oh,” I say, surprised. “Oh shit, we so should.”
She thinks so too. She seems really into the idea. She looks at me, and grins at me, and then she says, all breathlessly excited, “Well I have housemates. Who are guys.”
“Would they?” I say, kind of excited too.
“Well, they fuck me any other time I ask,” she says. “So I can’t think why not. Want me to ask them?”
I nod. I’m too excited to speak.
She gets up and goes to ask. She’s gone for about two minutes, and comes back with four guys.
“Um,” I say, kind of pulling bits of sheet over myself. “Hi?”
“Everyone was home,” my friend says. “And that one doesn’t live here but he’s a friend of that one’s.”
I nod. I’m still under the sheet, a bit embarrassed.
“So I asked,” my friend says. “And they were all into it. Like really into it. So I thought, well, why only one. Why not everyone. Is that okay?”
I shrug. I think why not. It isn’t me they’re going to fuck.
I move the sheet, and the guys all get undressed, and then we all think about it for a moment and decide how this is going to work.
In the end, my friend lies on her back, and I kneel over her, like we’re sixty-nining, which oddly enough we actually were a little while ago. The housemates fuck her, and I lick her while they do, and lick them sometimes, when I can.
And she licks me as well. Of course.
Anyways. They all each come pretty quickly. Because watching us lick each other out, I suppose. They watch us lick, and watch each other fuck her, and everyone seems really into it. The first one comes inside her, and then moves out the way, and she squeezes so it drips out, and I carefully lick it all up. I’m desperately excited to finally be doing this, obviously. I’m excited by the taste, by the mix of her and him. I’d always imagined it when I tasted a cock that’s been inside me, but it’s better because it’s her, and different to me, and there’s more sexy happening right now, too.
When I’m done licking, the second guy starts, and we do the same with him. Then the third guy, bit that’s a bit messy, because while he’s fucking her, we all come. Her, because she’s having sex, and me because I’m being licked, and that happens all at once, kind of suddenly, so I’m distracted when he comes too, and it kind of goes all over my face and her leg as well as in her.
I lick her leg, then she turns me around and licks my face, then we’re about to do the last guy when she says, hey, someone should come inside me, too.
I’m not sure, but I let her talk me into it. The last guy fucks me, and comes inside me, and then she licks me out, and it is nice, and sexy, feeling a tongue lapping it out of me. It’s probably just the idea of it, really, and I’m not sure I can actually feel much different to normally being licked, but the idea is sexy, and I really like it.
I like it, and everyone likes it, so much we all do it again. Then a friend of theirs turns up, so we do him, too.
It’s just a big orgy, really.
Oh, and when this is being an actual fantasy, if you see what I mean, then sometimes she also licks my ass, and I get really moany and into that, and that turns everyone on. And sometimes she also says I’m into anal, and they have sex with me there as well, and then she licks it out of my ass. But that’s only for when I’m feeling really dirty. Because that’s kind of, um, perverted a bit.
Not that I wouldn’t adore someone doing it to me, I mean, but it is kind of perverted.
So anyways. Um, there you go! Weird fantasies!
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CROWDS AND PORN
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Um, a weird fantasy. Like a sometimes, occasionally fantasy, but still a fantasy.
So there’s these porn movies where people at hen’s nights get so turned on they can’t help themselves but suck off the male strippers. Because um, yep, that so totally happened at every single hens night I ever went to. Not. Um, which is actually a shame… And anyway, maybe if you were actually going to do something, you’d get the stripper to lick you out, since he’s a paid sex worker and everything… that would actually make more sense.
Except how I would actually blow the stripper while a huge crowd watched, because I’m a freak who likes giving head, so never mind. But at least I can recognise this about myself, and that normal people are more selfish. Unlike whoever makes these films…
Um, anyway. That isn’t the fantasy.
So these are just porn, so everyone’s an actor, so some of those actors are paid to fuck, and some are just there in the background.
I’d kind of like to be one of those actors one day. Just to sit there and clap and watch people get blowjobs. I don’t know why, but it seems like it would be weirdly fun.
Because you seem to have to dress up too. Of course! So putting on fancies to watch a dude get a blowjob. Yay!
Um, that isn’t the fantasy either. I kind of would actually do that for real if I got the chance. Like be an extra up the back and watch people do stuff. Seriously.
The fantasy is while I’m there, while this is going on, I get all excited, and I also realize the woman next to me is getting quite excited too. She’s sexy and in a wonderful dress and has incredible shoes and legs and arms, and she’s staring, fascinated, really turned on by what we’re watching.
Like I am.
So I lean over, and whisper to her, “I want to do that to you.”
And she looks at me, surprised, and then says, yep, okay.
We slip away. We leave the crowd. Because of how this is a porn shoot and we’re not being paid to star in it. So we go off on our own and find a dressing room or something, and I kneel in front of her, and slide up her dress, and lick her out, and she tastes like warm wet wonderfulness, and she sighs and strokes my hair, and I make her come, and then she does me.
Or maybe she doesn’t do me, because maybe it’s sexy just to do her and then leave.
Either way, we do stuff, and then we go back to the crowd, and watch the actual porn stars, and clap and everything, and know we have our own little secret.
Yes I know I’m weird.
We meet at a bar for a night out. We have a drink, and talk, and you maybe flirt a bit too, because that’s what you do. We’ve slept together a few times before, just when we happen to, although I’m pretty sure that for you it’s more about me being into licking your ass out than anything else about us.
You’re kind of selfish like that sometimes, although I don’t really mind. You’re fun, too, and the ass-licking is something I like.
We talk and the bar fills up, and after a bit, as I’m wondering what you have planned, you lean closer and say quietly, “I know where there’s a party, but it’ll be kind of wild. But we can go if you want.”
“Wild like how?” I say.
“You’ll like it.”
I don’t know what that means. “Like how?” I say again.
You smile, and reach over for the candle on the table, and tip it onto my arm. You do it slowly, so I could have stopped you if I’d wanted to, but I don’t want to. I watch, as you spill wax on my skin. It burns. I gasp.
You put the candle down, then take my hand and pull it up under your dress. You’re sitting on a stool, and you shift sideways slightly as you do, so you can pull my hand up your leg, and back past your pussy, and press my fingers against your ass.
“Both things you like,” you say. “Wild like that.”
You know me, I think. You know what I like. I’m helpless to say no. I nod, and you smile.
We go to a house in the suburbs, and it seems like a strangely quiet party. There are cars parked up and down the street, but no noise from inside. We go inside anyway. You just open the door and walk in. It’s a big open-plan house, a nice house, full of people. There’s about thirty people here, and they all look around when we come in. Thirty people, thirty women, all looking at us.
Almost as if they were waiting for us to arrive.
You stop, and turn around, and kiss me, standing there. You kiss me like you know I can’t resist, with your mouth open and your hands stroking gently, desperate for me. You kiss, and slide your hand downwards, and stroke it across my legs. On top of my dress, and then underneath my dress, reaching upwards, sliding your fingers over my underwear.
You finger me. You slip your fingers inside my undies, and finger me while you kiss me. You finger me while thirty people watch me, while they watch my face as I sigh and kiss you back, and I don’t stop you, which is the odd thing about it all.
You kneel down. I’m really surprised. You kneel down, and slide up my dress, and then pull my undies down. And I let you. I help you. I move my feet, so you can take them off me, and then I stand there holding my dress up, out of your way.
And then you lick me out. You lick me out, and thirty people watch my face as you do, watch my pussy past your head, and I just stand there and let them.
After a while I close my eyes, and put my hands on your head to balance, and stroke your hair, while you lick.
While thirty people watch us.
You stand up, after a while, and kiss me with your mouth tasting of me, then say, “Lick me too, while everyone watches?”
And I nod. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
There’s mattresses in the middle of the floor, obviously for people to perform. We perform. You unzip your dress, and slide it off, and then pull me onto the mattress, and I let you.
You kiss me again, sitting there together, but I’m so nervous I just want to start. I just want to go down on you.
I push you backwards and do.
You start off lying on your back, and I lick your pussy, but soon you turn over onto your knees and hands, smiling at me. I get why. I want to as well. I lick your asshole. I rub your pussy with my hand, and slide my tongue down there sometimes too, but mostly I lick and suck and lap at your ass. My hair is in a loose messy ponytail, and you reach back, and hold it, and wrap it around your hand. You hold me there, hold my mouth against your ass, by my hair, and that excites me. Licking your ass excites me. Rimming you while so many people watch, doing something so dirty with you, that excites me too.
People watch, in a circle around us, wanting to see me do that. And I lick your asshole. Astonished at myself. While thirty people watch me.
You look back at me. “Can they touch you?” you say.
I hesitate, then nod, and hands start stroking my back.
I’m kneeling too, behind you, because that makes it easier to rim you. Hands stroke my hair and back, and unzip my dress, and caress my skin, and mouths kiss me too. Fingers slip inside me, teasing me, slippery with my wet, spreading me gently. Someone lies underneath me, with her head between my legs, and starts licking me out. You already have people near your face, and you’re giving them head too.
It’s fun and exciting, and I’m pleased I said yes to this. I keep licking your ass, while all around, people lick us.
I feel a tickle on my back. I look, and see a woman brushing a whip down my skin.
She looks at me, and waits, and I’m scared, but I nod.
She whips me. She beats me, while I lick your ass. People keep licking me, and stroking me, and sometimes having sex with me, too. Some women are wearing strap-ons, and sometimes they fuck you, too, and when they try, I move out the way and let them if they want to. Sometimes they fuck your ass, and those who do, when they finish, I suck their dildos when they take them out of you, and lick up the lube as it spills out of you, as well. It’s the dirtiest, filthiest, wrongest thing I can imagine doing, and it’s beautiful to do it, to taste you, to know what I’m doing turns me on more than I can stand.
And all the while I get flogged so it hurts, so I ache, so I’m in a trance.
I lick, and suck dildos, and get whipped, as people lick me. You come, and I keep licking your ass anyway, and the woman behind me keeps flogging me.
I feel wetness on my back, and think it’s blood, but she keeps hitting me.
You stop, after a while, after you come, and turn around. You hold me while I’m whipped. You kiss me, because you know I adore that, because I love being kissed when I’ve just licked someone’s ass. We kiss, and I kneel, and you half hold me up. You rub me, finger me, and people have sex with me. People have anal sex with me. A lot of people. All the people, taking turns, sharing harnesses, taking them off so other people can do it to me. They all fuck me, one after another, while you hold me and kiss me, and while I’m flogged.
There’s blood on your hands and arms from holding me. I’m sore all over, inside and out, down my back, on my legs.
I’m sore and tired and in the end I whisper, “Stop,” and then you lick me for a long, long time and tell me how good this all was.
NOTE: This story contains some darker elements including rougher sex and the pretence of non-consensual sex.
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I’m leaving work. You phone and tell me where to drive. I do, and you follow me. At least, I assume you do. I can see headlights behind me.
After a while you say, “Pull over.”
I do. I get out of the car. We’re in a lay-by beside a highway in the middle of nowhere.
Another car has pulled in behind me, and two people get out. I can’t see properly past the car’s headlights, so I walk towards it.
“Hey,” I say, “What’s…”
Someone grabs me, and hits me in the stomach, hard. It hurts. I wince, and double over, and they grab my arms and hold me and quite methodically, they put a cable-tie around my wrists and tighten it.
Then they turn me around, and push me onto the front of my car. I land, hard, and gasp for air. I’m in a suit, work clothes, and now my front is getting dusty from the car. They hold me there, and tug at my suit trousers. They tug, roughly, until the trousers come down to my knees. They catch on my shoes, and won’t go further, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Not for what they’re about to do.
They rip off my underwear. They hold me against the car. They press the side of my face against the warm metal underneath me, and hit my legs until I spread them as much as I can, with my trousers still on, and then they start fucking me.
They fuck me, and I lie there and I let them. I’m horny and excited and a little bit scared, and let them fuck me. The highway is thirty meters away, through a thin line of trees. We’d be completely visible, except that it’s already dark.
There are hundreds of commuters driving past, going home, while I lie my car with my arms tied and get fucked by two men on the side of the road.
I have sex with the first man, and he comes inside me. The second starts, and I’m starting to enjoy him, to get into how he feels different to the first, when another car pulls in behind us.
I didn’t hear the engine over the noise we’re all making. I see the headlights, though, and turn to look.
We all go still. It’s pretty obvious what we’re doing. Even if it’s a bit rougher than what most people would do.
But now there’s another car, and I panic a bit. I struggle. I’m worried it’s the police. I’m embarrassed to be here, like this, playing my kinky games, and getting caught.
I struggle, but the two men hold me down fairly easily.
I hear a car door open and close. “What’s going on here,” someone asks, from the new car. It’s another man, and I’m dazzled by the headlights still, but I think there’s a second new guy getting out the new car, too.
I lie there, helpless. I can’t say a thing. I’m ashamed and scared and excited at being caught, all at once.
“Just a bit of fun,” you say. You, who I do this with. You who organised this, and told me where to drive, and followed me.
“It really doesn’t look like that,” the new voice says.
“We’re fine,” you say.
“Are you all right?” the new man says, I assume to me.
I don’t answer. I don’t know what to say.
“She’s fine,” you say.
“I’d rather hear that from her.”
“Yeah,” you say. “Or you could join in.”
I think you’ve gone too far. I expect anger, or someone to call the police.
Instead, after a moment’s hesitation, the new guy says, “Yeah, all right.”
“Hey,” I say. “No way.”
You all ignore me.
“Hey,” I said, struggling, trying to get up. “Shit, not random strangers. I’m not fucking some guy who’s just happened to turn up.”
Someone pulls my hair, and tells me to quiet down. I do, unsure, and lie as I am. I’m really not sure about this, but it’s already too late. The new men come over to us, and you all start having sex with me again. I lie there, and let you. I don’t want this, except that I do.
I’m being pressed onto a car, my face squashed onto the metal, tasting dust and car exhaust, feeling my arms being twisted and hair pulled while four men fuck me. They fuck me, taking turns, taking their time while the traffic speeds past on the highway.
When they’re done, they turn me over and lick me out until I come.
Twice.
Then, as you all do, as you talk to each other while you lick me, only then do I realize that you all know each other, and this is a trick. You, who organised this, you tricked me on purpose. I’m annoyed about that. One of the new guys is going down on me, but I try to kick at you anyway, without interrupting what he’s doing.
I’m annoyed. I kicked hard, waiting to hurt you, a bit.
You tell me to stop, and when I don’t, you take over licking me. You finish me off quickly, licking until I come, and then you all get back in your cars and drive off and leave me there.
You leave me there, sticky and half-naked and with my arms tied, on my car. You leave me so I have to pull my trousers up awkwardly, and half-hobble around, to get back inside it. So I have to hunt around in my bag for nail-scissors to cut the cable-tie, hoping the whole time no-one stops and sees me.
You leave me there, so by the time I get to your place to keep going with this, I’m furious and upset and make you all hold me down and fuck me again, just to calm me down.