NOTE: I wrote this story more as a metaphor of my life. The you could be my husband, children, job, friends, anything. Many times as a working, married mom I feel powerless in my life. Just because someone else is in control of it doesn't mean that I don't enjoy it.
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I could hear men's voices all around me when I slowly woke up. My head hurt slightly. When I tried to bring my arms down to rest my hands in my lap they wouldn't move. They were tied to a pole above my head. I was sitting on a small chair with a weird shape.
It's like the chair was made for my ass. It was comfortable but I didn't like having my hands over my head and tried to move them. My jerking noises alerted you that I stirred.
"Ah, sleeping beauty has awoken," you said. "If you will give me a minute I will deal with you."
You turned your back on me and addressed the men assembled. I couldn't make out any faces, only heard the hushed tones as you and the men spoke to each other. My mind began to clear and I remembered bits and pieces of what happened before I woke up.
You and I were at the club drinking beer. I remember glancing around, seeing several nice-looking men. None quite as nice-looking as you but they definitely made me aware they were there. You pointed to one..."You want to fuck him don't you?" you asked me. I just smiled and said nothing. I continued to drink my beer. I don't remember having more than two, but that's where the night turns foggy for me.
"I can see you are trying to remember what happened to get you here," you said. "I'm going to fill you in on the evening and then tell you how it is going to end."
The tone in your voice had me frightened. I had never heard you so upset at me. It was then I glanced down and saw I was completely naked. My large breasts on display for all the men to see. My neatly shaven patch visible to each of the eyes checking me out.
"You and I were drinking beers like we do each time we go out," you told me. "But then you noticed HIM." You motioned to a taller man—graying hair, green eyes, average build. "I asked you if you wanted to fuck him and you just smiled and wouldn't answer me. I took that to mean yes you do.
"Then, this man," you said pointing out another one, "walked by us and you stared at his ass until he disappeared into the bathroom." The man in question turned around and you saw he had a nice ass packed into a tight pair of jeans, average height, brown hair.
"I'm not going to bore you with the details of each and everyone of these men here but you checked them out at some point in time during the 30 minutes we were at the bar," you said. "Now I'm going to let them have you anyway they want and their is nothing you can do to stop them."
"No, please don't do this," I pleaded. "I didn't know I was checking them out like that. I only want you. You have to know that!!"
"You are a whore. A tramp. A slut. Tonight you will know just how we men like to treat your kind," you said. I began crying upon hearing this. No one ever called me such horrible names.
"Stop that fucking crying now, whore," you commanded me. "Or I will give you something to cry about." I had no doubt in my mind you had plenty of torturous things you could and would do to me so I took a couple of deep calming breaths and stopped crying.
"Now you are going to suck this man's dick," you said. "No matter what happens around you, you keep those god damned lips around his cock and keep going until he cums down your throat."
The first man he pointed out came over and stood in front of me, his fly open, his dick sticking out of his jeans already hard.
"I have told these men to have no mercy on you," he said. "Fucking sluts don't deserve mercy. Now get that damned dick in her mouth and let her taste you."
I took the man's dick in my mouth, looking up at him with pleading eyes. I could see he didn't want to be forced to do this but stuck it in my mouth. I tried to keep the tears from coming down my face as it slid in. I didn't move my mouth. You came up behind me and grabbed my hair, jerking my head back.
"Suck his fucking cock or I will make you suck it!" Trying not to cry, I moved my lips up and down the thick member. He had some pre-cum on it and it tasted good. I tried to block out how nice his dick tasted and how good it felt to have it in my mouth. This wasn't the place for me to enjoy sucking this man's dick.
"Don't try and hide your pleasure, whore," you said. "I know you like sucking that dick. That's right. Move those lips hard up and down him. Suck him. Take him all the way in. I want to see you gag."
I slid my lips up and down that hardened shaft and took it to the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and could feel myself moisten when I took him in my mouth. I did gag as he reached my throat.
"Bitch. There'll be no vomit here so you better swallow whatever you bring up," you said. "Now that's a good whore. Suck him faster." You had taken your cock out of your mouth and began stroking it. You looked back at the other men and nodded for them to join you.
I still couldn't see how many there were but you and the rest of them began stroking yourselves around me in a circle. I continued sucking the one man. His breathing increased and he began to fuck my face as if he were putting it in my pussy. I felt myself cum and forced myself to be quiet.
"That's right, slut," I don't want to hear you enjoying this. Now make him cum. When I see him cum I'm going to fucking cum all over you." I sucked on that dick hard and fast. Slow and easy. I licked the head. I came all in the chair. You reached down and put a finger in my moistness. I tried not to buck against your finger.
You stuck in two fingers and it was all I could do to keep from moaning onto the man's dick. When you got your fill of me, you took your fingers out.
