My Master sits comfortably in his chair somewhere behind me. I am strapped to the table. It feels cool against my bare back. I have been fully prepared. My legs are held spread and strapped in by the stirrups. My pussy and ass are spread and accessible. My hands lay at my sides but are not tied down. My upper body is free to move and my head is unrestrained. My lips are glossed a pretty shade of slut red. My hair is brushed until it glistens as it sits like a halo around my head on the table. My nipples are as hard as rock and pointing at the ceiling above me. I have been completely shaved and waved smooth from the neck down. My hair on or under my arms. No hair between my legs or around my asshole. No hair on my legs.
My Master has given me two enemas to make sure my asshole is completely clean. He has also fully stretched me using a large dildo. He has fully lubed my asshole and pushed a great deal of lubricant into my anus. Being a loving Master he also lubed my cunt, but I am wet anyway. My heart is beating hard in my chest. I am ready and soon the guests will arrive.
I have been instructed not to speak at all. Moaning, screaming, crying, grunting, panting is all acceptable. Master never told me how many guests there would be. I know it won't be a simple number like five. I suspect it will be upwards of fifteen. I feel a pang of fear mixed with my extreme excitement. I trust my Master that he will look out for me if it becomes too much.
There is a knock at the door. My Master calls for them to come in. I lay there on the table like a Thanksgiving turkey. I watch between my legs as they file in. I count them - one...two....three... I take a deep breath.
Nine...ten....eleven....More. Finally when my count reaches twenty the stream of men stops. I look at them all and they're all staring steadily at me.
I almost want to cry. Twenty? He wants me to take twenty men? I know I can't do this. It's going to be too much. Tears fill my eyes. I am just a fuck toy to all these men. I am not a person. They don't care about me, they only care about pleasuring their cocks using me. I am a cum dumpster to each and every one of them.
"Gentlemen! Welcome..." My Master says. I can tell he has stood and is somewhere close to my head. I don't dare try to look back at him.
"This is your cunt to use for the next several hours. You will continue to use her until you have all had your fill - unless I call a stop to the festivities. Even if the whore on the table says enough, you don't stop. I decide when she has had enough. Understood?"
There was a rumble from the men. I watched some shuffle uncomfortably. My Master chuckled.
"You need not worry. She wants this, but just to make sure we are all on the same page let's all clarify."
My Master came up next to me. He placed his hand on my face. "My dearest cunt, do you wish to be used by all of these men? You may speak."
I glanced down at them between my legs. "Yes, Master." My voice shook.
"Do you trust me to decide when you have had enough cock?"