“Wow, y-you look like my dirtiest wet-dream” he stammers.
“I’m no dream, come in and I’ll prove it” I tease.
He doesn’t even undress, just stands beside the bed I’m sprawled out on, and lowers his pants, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, and pulls them down slowly. The exposed area of gut is enough to reveal a grizzled patch of greying pubic hair, then a small cock flops into view, its head shyly enveloped in a tight foreskin hood, and sadly limp to start with. I go in to suck him off. It does take a little longer. It takes me a while to even work him semi-stiff. In its soft state I can easily get it all into my mouth, sucking fiercely on it. But he’s almost apologetically patient, and allows me to use my mouth on him until he achieves sufficient arousal.
I almost feel sorry for him, this pathetic guy probably gets no sex in his life. This must be as good as it gets for him, a sleazy blow-job bought and paid for in an anonymous motel room. Finally, he goes into hyperventilation like he’s having a heart attack, his knees buckle unsteadily, and there’s a miserable dribble of spunk into my mouth. This is easy money.
Soon after there’s a second and a third guy, and I suck them off too. These are not shaved-clean Porn types, they’re blank-faced ciphers, middle-aged salesmen with mousey pubic hair and paunches. The third guy is balding and hasn’t even showered, I catch the sour smell of his groin and taste salt-sweat on his cock. But my panties are now messily sticky-moist with leaking pre-cum, even more transparent than before, with my itchy erection uncomfortably curled inside it.
Next two younger guys burst in together, erupting through the door. Street-hoodlums, only a few years older than me – early twenties maybe, they’ve obviously been drinking, and they’re laughing in a crude raucous way. I watch with some trepidation as they both get naked, kicking off their trainers and pants, leering across at me and exchanging conspiratorial grins, and its soon obvious they’re going to be demanded far more of me. It looks very much like I’m about to get myself partied! Well — after the underwhelming sex I’ve had already tonight, it’ll be a novelty. Like a seasoned pro I eye them up. They’re not people, they’re just cocks. In my mind they are ‘Cut’ and ‘Uncut’, nothing more. Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle-dumber.
With a playful roughness they shove me onto my back on the bed and the first one — Cut, climbs up onto me, his knees straddling my chest, dangling his fat balls in my face, then grinding them across my nose. He turns around, simply angles his stiff cock downwards into my mouth, and shoves it in. As I strive to manage its oral invasion his friend is playfully pulling the panties off me so he can squeeze my cock and balls in a way that has me writhing and gasping. The guy with his cock deep in my mouth obviously enjoys my discomfort, chuckling as he’s fucking my face in long hard squelching thrusts.
“Hurry up, give me a turn with the nasty slut” Uncut protests.
So reluctantly Cut pulls up out of my throat, dripping bubbles of saliva onto my face, so the other guy can take his place. The new cock bobs in front of my eyes, the tip brushing against my nose, leaving a wet smear. He’s bigger, impressively big. I grab a deep breath through my nose, concentrating on relaxing my facial muscles, as he drives its flared head down between my pursed lips. My mouth strains like its about to rip at the corners. He flexes his hips forward in small persistent lunges as I feel the hot engorged head forcing its way deeper into my mouth. I gurgle and suck him as best I can, wriggling and squirming.
Cut sits on my legs, holding me down. Although it’s not strictly necessary, it increases the rape-fantasy element of it. He flicks and slaps my own freed cock in an amused way, so it bounces this way and that across my stomach, hard enough for it to sting, but not so hard that it hurts, drooling strands of goo across my groin.
“Which cock do you prefer in your dirty mouth?” said Uncut during a brief respite, his dribbling cock resting nonchalantly on my nose.
I was wary. Whichever I say will upset the other. I have to be careful. “Perhaps you’d better refresh my memory” I manage.
So they do. First one, then the other. After which they’ve forgotten the question. Until they decide its time to take turns up my bum. This is a little more than I was prepared for. It was scary violent sex, raw animal sex, but undeniably exciting too. And anyway, they’re paying for this, aren’t they? I’d agreed to it. And in a way, isn’t this similar to the enticing online Porn I was getting-off on when my girlfriend found me with my pants round my ankles and my stiff cock bunched into my pumping fist? Sure it was. So I relax, and go with it.
They push me around onto my hands on knees on the bed. Uncut positions himself behind me, and I feel the sensation of his hot spit-lubricated cock-head forcing its way through the tight anal sphincter. I brace to receive it, then the sensation of his full length slithering deep into my rectum shocks through my body. I’ve been aroused and sexually on edge all evening — how could I not be with all that sex taking place, and this just shoves me over. The tingling sensation in my body erupts, my dangling cock twitches and pulses and begins spurting spunk uncontrollably, every nerve ending in my body jangling with pleasure. I want this, want it in one long unpunctuated exhalation.
I’m gasping and moaning, much to their amusement, my legs almost collapsing beneath me with the full force of orgasm. I feel myself trembling, the feeling is so intense I thought I was about to pass out. Cut moves around and abruptly stabs his thick cock back into my mouth, so they’re fucking me from both ends, mouth and arse. At one point they switch me around, laughing and joking, by then I’m dazed, in a kind of erotic fug. I can smell my own sweat, feel soiled and used. Slippery with splashes of cum.
“Tell you what, this fucker sucks cock better than Peggy Johnson.” A sneering voice above me. One of them.
“Tell you what, this fucker sucks cock better than Peggy Johnson AND her sister!” The second voice.
Midway through there’s a timid knock on the door. Cut, the guy in my mouth hollers “Wait”, only moments before he fills my mouth with rich bursts of cum. The first jet spurts powerfully in my throat as though he’s trying to blow the back of my head clear off. As soon as the first shot deluges on my tongue, a second burst pulses just as forcefully. I’m choking on its viscous tide for long throbbing jerking moments.
As he pulls away Uncut pulls out of my arse and thrusts his cock in at my face, forcing my head down onto it so he can also finish in my mouth. I catch a quick glance of its fat bulbous head, the slit-mouth flexing a second away from eruption like a landed fish. In his urgency he rams it in sideways, bulging my cheek out like a lewd pornographic cartoon as the first spurt hits me. For a second the inflamed knob-end swings free back out of my mouth so a second loop of jism cascades across my face. Then he achieves correct entry trajectory and sockets it so I feel the warm silky fluid hit the inside of my mouth.