Tara could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment as old Mrs. Plunkett smiled and told her, "And you have a lovely weekend my dear, and I hope you do something fun!" before she toddled out of the library armed with a bag of reading material that would probably barely get her through the weekend the way she loved to read.
Rolling her eyes as she watched her go, little did the old dear know, the type of plans Tara had for her weekend were just so scandalous, she couldn't possibly share them with anyone, especially not here at the library. If even one person were ever to discover that she loved to spend her off time being ravaged by strange men, and the rougher the better, she'd be fired so fast her head wouldn't even have time to spin, she'd be out the door so fast.
But the truth was, as she locked up the building and turned out the lights all she'd been able to think of for the past few weeks was how it would feel to finally be gang-banged, just like she'd always dreamed of. And after just one more sleep, she'd get a chance to find out.
Knowing her the way he did, her equally kinky friend Dan had been kind enough to take care of the arrangements. So now all she had to do was show up, ready and willing to be used and abused by a room full of men, most of whom she never even laid eyes on before. But they'd be seeing plenty of her before the night was out. And as her pussy nearly flooded at the thought, she could hardly wait to finally experience what a real live gang-bang would feel like, eager to be taken by so many different men and fucked to within an inch of her life, her legs actually began to get shaky just imagining what that would feel like.
Crawling into bed and turning out her bed-side light later that night, she didn't dare reach for her vibrator, as she normally did most every night. Sure her pussy was about to get enough stimulation to last her nearly a lifetime, all she knew was that she could hardly wait to discover what it would feel like to be the only woman in a room full of eager horny men intent on taking her every way imaginable.
And her poor desperate pussy was almost dripping, just imagining how wicked that would be.
Of course most women would think she was crazy, but she'd discovered that the only type of sex she could truly enjoy was rough and anonymous. Of course she'd tried going the regular route, dating the odd guy she met through normal channels, but no one she'd ever gone out with could ever make her feel as aroused or as satisfied as her nameless hookups always did. So, naturally for someone with her tastes, the more men that used her, the better.
And finally when the next night rolled around, the night she'd desperately been waiting for, her stomach was a ball of nerves as she rode the elevator up to her friend Dan's apartment, carrying an overflowing bag full of condoms. She had to laugh thinking back at the shocked expression on the cashier's face when she'd check out of the drug store after pretty much clearing their shelves of every last prophylactic they had -- even the glow in the dark ones.
But it sure was going to be one hell of a night, a night she'd only dreamed of. And no matter how sore and raw she was after it was all over, she already knew she'd never regret it. Raw, dirty sex was all she ever craved and with as men as she could handle, and tonight would be the absolute pinnacle, and hopefully even more than she'd ever fantasized.
Tugging his apartment door open the moment he heard her knock, her friend Dan chuckled as he called over his shoulder to the three tables full of men playing cards, "Hey, fun time's just arrived boys, so get your peckers out and wrap 'em up."
But after pressing a kiss to her cheek, and taking the bag of condoms off her hands, Dan whispered in her ear, "Now you're sure about this, right, 'cause we can still call it off."
Taking a long deep steadying breath, Tara nodded, and just told him the truth. "Yes, I'm, sure. And I don't think I've ever wanted anything more, no matter how badly my legs are shaking right now."
"Well, you can be sure I'll keep my eye on things," he promised her. "And if you need to call a halt to whatever's going on, you just say so, baby, and everything'll stop."
Giving him a grateful smile, she said, "Thanks, Dan." And she knew she was lucky to have a friend who understood her needs the way he did. But she already knew, now that she was here, with every last man in the room eyeing her like a fresh piece of meat, no way would she ever back out without finally fulfilling her dream of being savagely ravaged by a pack of leering strangers.