i wish i’d been used in my sleep by multiple men and had the evidence to see just how much they enjoyed fucking my holes.
they would have broken in, tied me to my bed, and immediately start toying with my cunt. that’s all i’d be to them: a toy. they’d notice how drenched i was and they’d laugh. how many fingers could they fit into me at once?
they’d slap my pussy as hard as they could and watch me stir. my nipples would be pulled and slapped and bitten until i woke with a start and immediately screamed. no worries; a cock would be sufficient to shut me up. he’d push himself shamelessly into my mouth and down my throat. he’d force me to cockwarm him this way, massaging the bulge in my throat as i struggled to breathe.
that’s when the other men would shove two fingers each in my cunt and make me count based on what i could feel inside me. i’d hold up ten fingers. they’d laugh and i’d cry because if not ten, how many?
fingers would be replaced with thick, fat cocks. the kind that would destroy my cunt with little effort. they would be determined to leave their mark on me: bruises, cum, and a cunt so sore i wouldn’t be able to even sit down without thinking of them.
when the first man came inside of me, i couldn’t even beg him not to; my mouth would still be stretched and suctioned around someone else’s cock. they’d empty themselves one by one into my pretty little cunt until a river was flowing from me onto the bed. someone would make me squirt, and this time, my mouth would be free so i could cry out and feel the shame of my pleasure. despite my best efforts, i would be cumming with them, crying because good girls aren’t supposed to feel pleasure from being raped like this.
they’d reposition me so i would be ass up, face down into the puddle of cum that dripped out of me. they’d slap my ass, my cunt, my thighs. my cries would be muffled by the cum soaked bed beneath me, but they’d understand me begging them to please stop, please, i’ll do anything, please just make it stop.
at that, the man inside of me pulled out and came on my back, showing me how much he enjoyed hearing me beg. “you’ll do anything to make it stop, huh?” yes, yes, yes. anything, i’d mumble. “fuck yourself on us and we’ll leave. make each of us cum by riding us and we’ll leave you like this tonight.”
i’d cry harder but agree to the terms. i’d also immediately fail. my body would be too sore and tired, too limp to possibly fuck all these men. so i’d collapse and let them go until they couldn’t any longer.
it would be morning when the final cock pulled out of me. i would be drunk off cock, mindless and motionless, with the evidence of my night staggering in the morning light. i would be so tired, so grateful to be alone, that i wouldn’t be able to even go wash up. i’d fall asleep feeling like the cum dump they made me out to be be.
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