I felt around for the couch, found it and crawled up on it, on my knees, ass up and face down. I felt his cock probing at my ass and then a cool sensation as lube was dribbled over it, then he entered me slowly, almost gently, until I could feel his balls slamming up against mine. His gentleness was short-lived, soon, he was pounding away at my ass like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't tell which man this was -- one was unaccounted for -- but he didn't feel like I imagined the younger black guy would feel. And when he talked -- grunted really -- it didn't sound like him.
Soon, I could tell, he was getting ready to bust his load in me, his paced quickened. He grunted and groaned and then he grabbed my hips and buried himself deep and unloaded. He came and came. I reached back through my legs so I could feel his cock as it spurted in me and I counted four big ones before he withdrew, and I know he'd let loose a couple before I got my hand back there. As he pulled his cock out of me cum spilled out of my asshole and into my hand, filling it. I brought my hand back and rubbed his cum all over my straining cock and almost lost it right there. I stopped in time, remembering that I wasn't done with these guys.
After he withdrew, I stayed there for a couple of minutes on my knees, with the cum leaking out of my stretched ass and running down my legs. I had been used utterly without regard to my wishes. I was naked in front of four strangers -- or maybe it was more, I really didn't know. These strangers had watched as I had sex with three men. Men I had never seen. Their cum has all over me -- on my face, in my mouth, in my ass and now on my cock. I should be humiliated, ashamed, ready to run away. But in fact, I was as aroused as I have ever been. My cock was rock hard. My heart was beating as fast as if I had just run a race. My respiration was rapid. I was excited. And I couldn't wait for the next cock to use me.
What happened next, I didn't expect. The younger black guy -- the one who had earlier dragged me across the floor by my hair came over the me and smacked me on the ass hard, enough to make me wince and cry out a couple of little "ohs" as he said to me, " Get up bitch. And lay down on your back on the sofa.
As I straightened up, more cum gushed out of my asshole and ran down my legs. I reached back again, and got some more on my hand, and rubbed it again on my cock.
"Damn, the bitch is a cum freak," one of the men said. The others laughed -- at his remark, but at me, really, and my cock twitched in appreciation. I was so close to cumming myself that it was all I could do to keep from grabbing my cock and stroking myself into oblivion, but I resisted.
I lay down on my back on the sofa, which now that I was down on the cushions, smelled a little ripe. The next thing I knew, the young black guy, whose scent was strong, was positioning himself above my face. Soon I felt his ass as it was lowered over my face.
"Eat it, cunt," was the only command I heard and all I needed. I reached my tongue out and immediately it was in contact with this younger guys hole, lapping, licking, probing. From my position I could just reach his ball sack, and licked from there to his asshole and beyond, taking in the tastes -- bitter, salty, earthy. I nibbled on his ass cheeks before I returned to probing his tight hole, desperate to get my tongue inside him. Up to that point, I hadn't felt his cock at all, but that was about to change.
Slowly, he began to move backwards so that first his balls, then his massive cock was presented to my mouth. I licked and tongued for all I was worth, and was rewarded by hearing his sounds of pleasure, his "ohs" and "Fuck yes" and, when I finally got his glans presented to me, his sharp inake of breath.
"Damn, bitch. You sure know how to use that tongue."
I could feel him adjusting his position and for a moment, his cock was lost to me. I wanted to cry out -- I was so enjoying this stranger's most intimate parts, but soon, I was back in it, with his cock descending into my mouth. He had leaned forward, so his body was parallel to mine, and directly above me. He lowered his cock into my mouth and then slowly pushed it into my mouth.
I think I panicked a little, because his cock was truly huge -- it was as big around as a fist, and while not super long, was long enough to choke me when finally his balls were in my face again.
He began to stroke slowly in and out of my mouth, each time cutting off my breath as his cock bottomed out in my throat. Each time I gagged, or fought off the gag reflex more or less unsuccessfully. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, just leisurely fucking my face as if he owned it -- which right at this moment in time, he did.
I was vaguely aware of movement in the room during this time, of the catcalls of the other guys urging my face fucker on, calling me all sorts of humiliating names and grunting some as they watched. I was getting more and more uncomfortable, my jaw ached from being stretched so, I was breathing only when I could and I was gagging almost non-stop. He clearly did not care about my discomfort or my urgent desire to have him done. He just kept fucking away at my face.
For my part, I was still rock hard, and still near to the point of cumming, despite my discomfort. When my face fucker finally got to the point where he was near to orgasm, when his stroking in and out of my mouth became fast, and irregular, when I heard his breath coming more and more erratically, I reached down and started stroking myself. As if on cue, when his orgasm arrived, so did mine. I was spaying cum into the air, even as his was threatening to drown me, filling my mouth and throat with bitter, salty, sticky fluid. It overflowed from my mouth, out around his cock, and I could feel it running down my cheeks and over my chin. As my own cum landed on my belly and chest, and pooled in my navel, he withdrew his cock, and left a trail of cum and spit on my face as he backed up and left me laying there.
But I only had a moment before the significance of the sounds in the room became meaningful to me. A scant moment later, before it had registered, really, the first spurt of cum hit my face. The sounds I had been hearing were the sounds of the other three men jerking themselves off as they witnessed my use as the sexual plaything of the young man with the enormous cock. One after another they dropped their loads on me -- it left me feeling so utterly used, that it excited me greatly. I began stroking my cock again furiously and could feel myself approaching a second orgasm that was just slightly out of reach until the fourth man -- I think it was my driver, but I can't be sure -- blew his load directly onto my cock and balls.
I groaned deeply -- screamed it almost -- and came again, the second time in as many minutes.
I think might have actually dozed off for a minute in the quiet aftermath of so much orgasmic bliss. I was truly exhausted. My ass hurt from the use, my jaw was still sore, and I had cum oozing all over my body, and out of all of my orifices. But my respite was short-lived.
"C'mon, bitch. Time to get your sorry ass home."
With that I was roused off the sofa, handed my clothes and my sneakers and grabbed by the arm and propelled out the door and into the SUV. Before he slammed the door shut, my driver warned me that I should get dressed, because it was a short ride back to my car, and dressed or undressed, when I got there, he was throwing me out into the parking lot of the Wendy's for all to see.
It is harder than you might imagine getting your clothes on while blindfolded in the back seat of a moving vehicle, but I managed. I lost my socks along the way, though it was no great loss. And I never did have any idea where my underwear went. I assumed that one of my fuckers kept them as s trophy. When we arrived at the parking lot, my driver told me I could take off the blindfold, and I did, using it to wipe at least some of the cum off my face before I had to get out in public.
I drove home in a daze, nearly oblivious to the odd looks I was getting. I did take a look in the mirror and I was a sight. Hair standing on end, cum in my eyebrows and mustache. I pulled way into my driveway and made a dash for the back door, hoping none of my neighbors could see me in such a state.
After a shower and some food, I began to feel like a human being again, instead of a discarded cum rag. As I thought about the afternoon, I got aroused again and jerked off multiple times before I went to bed, wondering what each of the men looked like, but especially the face fucker as I had come to think of him. His scent, his enormous cock and his ruthless disregard for my comfort, let alone pleasure, was enormously exciting to me and served to fuel my fantasies for weeks to come.
As the weeks passed, though, the intensity of the experience gradually faded to the point where I rarely thought about it any more. I would drive past the Wendy's lot and smile, but the intensity was gone.
Then about three months, later, I opened my email and read with a quickening heartbeat:
"Punk - you ready to get used again? I got a few more guys sitting here stroking hardons. You know where to go. 11 a.m."
Of course, it was out of the question. Too dangerous. I survived last time, but they slapped, spanked me, nearly choked me. I could have been outed by any one of them.
I should say no, of course, but I typed quickly. "See you there."
