u/Anime_Lover_Paige

It was my birthday, and my boyfriend had finally found out I’d fucked pretty much all of his friends over the past year. Instead of getting mad, he got this dark, hungry look in his eyes and told me it was time to tame me.

He invited all five of them over for “video games.” The second they were settled in the living room, controllers in hand, he looked at me and said, “Take your clothes off. All of them. Right now, in front of everyone.”My face burned with shame and excitement as I stripped. The second I was naked, my hands went straight to my tits, squeezing them, while my other hand dropped between my legs, rubbing my already swollen clit. I couldn’t help it. Seeing their cocks getting hard through their pants made me so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs.

He told me to go get my toys. I came back with my two favorite rabbit dildos; thick, six inches each, both with that twisting, vibrating function I’m addicted to. They made me lay on the floor right in front of the couch like a little slut on display. My boyfriend grabbed my ankles, folded me in half, and held my legs wide open and up in the air.

One of his friends slid the first rabbit deep into my pussy. It was already on. The vibrations and twisting started instantly and I moaned loud. Then I felt the second one pressing against my ass. I thought it was too big. I thought it was too much. But he pushed it in anyway, slow and steady, until both toys were buried inside me, the twisting tips rubbing against each other through that thin wall.

The pleasure hit me like lightning.

My back arched hard off the floor. My toes curled tight. I squeezed my own tits as the moans turned into full-on screams. I came instantly, violently, my body shaking while they all just sat there watching, smirking, phones out recording me like their personal porn star. The orgasms didn’t stop. They kept crashing through me, one after another, until I was squirting hard; three huge, messy squirts that soaked my thighs, my stomach, and the floor. My mind went completely blank. I was just a drooling, screaming, squirting mess.

Eventually they pulled the toys out. I barely had time to breathe before the first real cock slid into my wrecked pussy. Another one landed on my lips. I opened my mouth like a good slut and let him fuck my throat. They took turns using me, passing me around while I laid there on the floor like a cum dump.

They came everywhere.

Loads in my pussy, loads down my throat, thick ropes across my tits and belly. One guy even flipped me over and fucked my ass raw while the others kept my mouth full. By the end I was covered in cum, leaking from every hole, and stuck in one long, broken orgasm.

When they were finally done, my boyfriend slid a thick vibrating dildo back into my swollen pussy, turned it on high, and made me put my panties on to hold it in place. It stuck out noticeably, the bulge obvious and the vibrations making the front of my panties visibly move. He threw me one of his long shirts and said, “Go get us some drinks from the gas station across the road.”I pulled the shirt on. It barely covered my ass. I could smell the thick scent of cum and sex on my body as I stepped into the elevator. The shirt was already sticking to the cum on my chest and stomach. I tried to wipe some of the cum off my face but just ended up smearing it on my thighs.

The walk was insane.

The dildo kept twisting and vibrating inside me the whole time. I came multiple times on the way there, legs shaking, moaning softly under my breath. At one point I couldn’t help myself; I slipped my fingers into my soaked panties and rubbed my clit in public like a desperate whore. I didn’t care who saw.

At the gas station, the shirt kept riding up, flashing the bottom of my panties and the moving toy every time I reached for the drinks. I have no idea who saw what, but the cashier didn’t even blink. I paid and walked back, cum and juices running down my legs the entire way.

When I finally got home, I was completely broken; a shaking, leaking, lust-drunk mess. I handed them their drinks, then crawled into bed, still wearing the cum-soaked shirt and the vibrating dildo trapped in my panties.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more owned and used in my life… and I fucking loved it.

My boyfriend had way too much to drink. By midnight he was completely passed out on our bed, snoring loudly, dead to the world. I lay there next to him for twenty minutes, horny and restless, my pussy aching with need. The more I tried to ignore it, the worse it got.

So I slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but a thin tank top that barely covered my ass, and quietly made my way down the hall to the guest room.

His friend was still awake, scrolling on his phone in the dark. The moment I stepped inside and closed the door most of the way (but not all the way), he knew exactly why I was there. No words were needed. I pulled my tank top off and dropped it on the floor, standing completely naked in front of him.

He sat up as I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. His hands immediately gripped my hips, fingers digging in hard as I reached between us, lined up his thick cock, and sank down onto him in one slow, greedy motion.

Fuck… he felt so good.

I started riding him slowly at first, savoring every inch stretching me open, my hands on his chest for balance. But the hunger took over fast. The room was dark, the door still halfway open, and the risk that my boyfriend could wake up at any moment and walk down the hall made everything feel filthy and electric.

My hips started moving faster. Harder. The wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the quiet guest room. My moans grew louder, no longer soft little whimpers but deep, needy cries that I couldn’t hold back. Every time I slammed down, his cock hit that perfect spot inside me and my voice cracked higher.

He groaned beneath me, his grip on my hips turning almost bruising as he started thrusting up to meet me. The bed frame began to creak, then pound against the wall with every hard bounce. The headboard was slamming rhythmically now, loud enough that I knew it could wake someone up, but I couldn’t stop.

I rode him like I was starving for it; raw, passionate, almost desperate. My tits bounced wildly as I leaned forward, my hair falling around us. His hands squeezed my hips harder, guiding me, controlling the rhythm even while I was on top. I was soaking his cock, my juices running down his balls with every thrust.

My moans turned into full screams. “Oh fuck… fuck… yes…” I cried out, no longer caring how loud I was. The bed was banging against the wall so hard I thought it might break. His fingers dug deeper into my flesh as he fucked me from below, powerful and relentless.

I came hard, my pussy clamping down around him, body shaking violently as I kept riding through the orgasm. He didn’t let me slow down. He kept pounding up into me, chasing his own release, our naked bodies completely exposed in the dim light spilling from the hallway.

When he finally came, he pulled me down hard onto his cock and groaned deep as he filled me, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding deep inside. I kept grinding on him slowly, milking every drop, both of us breathing hard and sweating.

We stayed like that for a while; me still sitting on his cock, his hands lazily stroking my thighs, the guest room door still cracked open.

I eventually kissed him deep and passionate, then slipped off him, cum already starting to leak down my thighs. I picked up my tank top, gave him one last wicked little smile, and snuck back down the hall to my own bed where my boyfriend was still snoring away, completely unaware.

Best bad decision I’ve made in a while.