Bound And Gagged
This is not my experience but something I found on the web. Very exciting if you ask me. I just love the story.
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There’s something surreal about being bound and immobilized. Tugging against restraints can unleash a torrent of lust that wipes me out even before any sexual activity. Combined with a feeling of helplessness, bondage is elating! However, sometimes a little freedom can intoxicate just as much.
Last night I was laying on my back with a pair of handcuffs tethering my arms over my head to the leg of the couch. Lying on the floor I looked up at the three men who were waiting to f_ck me. Minutes earlier, they were cinching the cuffs tight on my wrists and musing over how vulnerable I looked. I felt that vulnerability as one of them stroked my hair before slapping me across the face. The metal cuffs hurt as I pulled against them. Another guy squeezed my tits and asked if I was ready to get banged.
Did it matter? Was my readiness a factor or were they just finishing up a few beers before using me? The latter, I was certain. As I waited, I realized that a single pair of handcuffs wasn’t really bondage. It was fairly tame by all accounts, but something was making me very horny. As my first partner crouched over me, I realized what it was.
My arms were bound securely in place, but my legs were free! This let me feel my captivity and inability to prevent their upcoming defiling of my soft wet holes. At the same time, I could willingly spread my legs exposing everything they wanted in one subliminal act of permission. Part of my fantasy is loosing control and being ruthlessly used over and over. The other part is my desire to make that happen.
I feel his breath against my neck as his c0ck slides inside my pussy. I pull against the cuffs as I imagine him raping me. I spread my legs wider boldly cognizant of how much I want to be used like a piece of meat. He pumped my c_nt harder and harder as his breathing invades my senses.
He pulled out and gave my tits a rough squeeze with a painful nipple pinching. His c0ck poked me as he sought my other opening. As he felt his prick opening my tight anal ring, he smiled at me as he filled my a$$ with c0ck. The delighted look on his face excited me. I lay there as he gave my a$$ deep strokes with increasing force. Soon he was madly f_cking my a$$ then he made a face and I watched him intently as he came inside me. He put his c0ck back in my pussy and called me a dirty f_cking slut as he slowly penetrated my wet lust-tunnel.
Our second guest immediately mounted me and pushed his large c0ck into my pussy. My legs were still spread wide from his predecessor. He propped himself up with his hands on my tits, mashing them against me. He looked straight into my eyes as he f_cked me. We had no connection – no magical chemistry between us. He was simply on top of me using my c_nt to get himself off. That thought made me cum as he stabbed my sticky hole harder and harder. He too adjusted his stance to push open my delicate rosebud and lay claim to having “f_cked her a$$hole”. Wanting me to be repulsed, he pulled out and told me he was going to “Do my c_nt again”. He said he hoped I like being f_cked like that. I pulled on the cuffs to reassure myself that I was his captive whom he would violate as he pleased. His eyes glared into mine for nearly thirty minutes as he f_cked my holes. That look of evil never flinched even as his c0ck spasmed and sent his cum surging deep inside my tw_t.
Master knelt between my legs and pushed into my cum-packed hole. He takes particular joy in f_cking me after others have had me. My disheveled appearance after withstanding their cum being dumped inside me makes him hungry for my sloppy holes. He too did my a$$ and pussy, switching from one to the other seeing how hard he had to slam against me to elicit a cry. He had me barking like a dog as I focused him as my third attacker. After he came inside me he called me a dirty f_ck pig and spit in my face.
That concluded the first of three rounds in which they tied me up and used my body repeatedly. Each time I felt progressively more mauled as I let them have me. Restraint gave the illusion of helplessness, but desire made me crave their repeated abuse. I loved watching their faces as they used me and came inside me.7
