babette's blog post - A fun time is had by all

Thoughts of submission and bondage are crowding more and more into my thoughts and fantasies. I would love to be strapped down on a table, my thighs spread open with a spreader bar and my ankles lifted up and back. Thus my pussy is presented invitingly at the end of the table.

I would like there to be two queues, one for my pussy and one for my face. Besides all the men, lazily stroking their cocks and watching me, helpless, while they await their turn, there would also be women, wearing strap-on cocks, in each queue. There would also be a Mistress, directing all the fun. She encourages everyone to use me as aggressively as they like, and she hits me if I whine too much, squirm to get away, or complain that a cock is too big.

Also, there are two bowls on the floor, one at the foot of the table and one at the head. The one at the foot of the table, under where all the people are raping me in the ass, is there to catch any cum that begins to leak out of my pussy, as it keeps getting stretched from being brutally fucked, over and over again. The one at the head of the table is there to catch any cum that drips down from my face or from my hair.

I feel my shame and humiliation being gradually overcome by pleasure and, yes, pride. I watch them all playing with their cocks while they wait in line to violate me. They’re taking advantage of my situation. I can’t do anything about it. They comment on my body as they wait in line. I crave hearing them talk about me.

As I watch them, I feel their cocks, cock after cock after cock, being rammed up my pussy. The cocks fuck me. It feels so good, so fucking good.

I look at their faces while they fuck my pussy. I look into their eyes while they grunt and spray their sperm on my face. I feel the cum on my body. Some of the cum is wet and fresh. Some of the cum is drying, and itchy. I listen to the women, laughing at me as they smear other people's cum around on my face with their strap-ons. Once their strap-ons are wet with other people's cum, they slap my head with them. I whine that it hurts. They slap my face harder with their strap-on cocks. Mistress yanks my hair and twists my head so I have to face the plastic cocks that are slapping me in the head. The women with the strap-ons laugh more, and smack me harder.

I watch a beautiful young man as he grabs my hips and sinks his hard, firm, smooth, beautiful penis into my cunt. I begin to cry. I am crying with pleasure and happiness. I cry out, because I am cumming.