Something about being used like an object is so hot. So here's a fantasy about it. I never realize how long these are going to be until I write them out, and I always cut them short anyways.
I've been seeing this guy for a few weeks. He has poker night with some friends every week, and for once he invites me. I get a little dolled up, figuring he wants to show me off to his friends. But when I get there, my heart drops. He and the guys are sitting on the couch watching the tv, and on the screen is a low-quality video of my boyfriend and I fucking. I can't believe he's showing them this, or that he recorded us in the first place. He must have put a hidden camera in his room.
They notice my arrival. My boyfriend gets up while the other look me over with hungry eyes. I'm about to start yelling at him or hit him as he approaches me, but he pushes past me toward the door to lock it.
"Let's get this party started," one of his friends shouts.
They all move to a table where a deck of cards are some half-finished drinks are sitting. I stand there in shock until my boyfriend snaps at me to grab him a beer. Not really knowing what else to do, I follow instructions and hand him a beer from the fridge.
His eyes fix on my dress as he pops the cap off the bottle. "Nice to see you dressed for the occasion."
One of the other lifts my dress. I yelp and swat his hand away but I'm met with a hard slap from my boyfriend.
"That one is for thinking you can assault my friend." His hand collides with my cheek again. "And that one is for wearing underwear, dumb bitch."
My mouth hangs open. He's an entirely different person. His friends egg him on. One suggests he close his fist before the next hit. Thankfully my boyfriend doesn't listen. Instead, he leans in to whisper, "You saw that video? I've got plenty more. Even one recording right now. So if you don't behave like a good girl, you're going to start seeing a lot more of yourself in a lot of different places."
I snap my jaw shut and nod. He pats the top of my head and tells me to get on my knees; the guys need an ashtray. I think they'll use my mouth. Degrading as it is, it's not the worst that could happen. With a boot to my back, he kicks me over. He yanks my ass into the air by my panties before ripping them off. He removes something in my pocket that I can't see. In seconds, I feel my asshole being stretched. It gapes open even after he removes his hands. I realize he must have put something in it to hold it open.
"Why else do you think I've been stretching out your ass for weeks? Now come here." He yanks me toward them so my ass is available as three of them light up cigarettes.
My heart races while I watch them take a few drags. The first one ashes into the open hole. I wince at the warmth of the ash. They keep going until one gets up. He tells me to hold out my tongue. I know what's going to happen so I try to wet my tongue. With tears burning my eyes, I do as I'm told. He snuffs the cigarette onto my tongue before dropping the butt into my asshole. The other do the same.
My boyfriend tells me to grab him another beer from the fridge. I crane my neck to look at him from my position. He gives a nod as if to give permission for me to move. I wait for him to remove the spreader in my ass but he doesn't, and he looks impatient. So, I waddle to the fridge and grab another cold one even though he isn't done with the beer he already has. He takes it from me and tells me to get back on the floor. The moment I do, I feel one of his hands pressing into my thigh. The bottom of the freezing cold bottle presses against the opening of my cunt.
"What? I was saving you the trouble of getting up later. You don't mind holding it for me, right?" he teases as the bottle sinks further inside me. I gasp, forcing myself not to struggle. It eases in and I notice how wet I am. My boyfriend does too. He pushes the bottle all the way in, pumping it back and for until embarrassing, sloppy noises fill the room. The others start to laugh and I can't help but let the tears spill over my cheeks.
It's know it's going to be a long night.
