know some of you men love to know, I am your blonde blue eyed girl who has a body that attracts looks.  I often imagine my petite 5ft frame being easily dominated by a group of men…

 

I’ve always wanted to explore my fantasies, but trying to be a ‘normal’ girl, they were thoughts that I always had to push deep down, hide from anyone but myself.  I knew there were other women out there who lived the life I wanted to, who dared to push sexual boundaries, who got the same thrill of being ‘dirty’ as I longed for.  Finally though, my desires could be suppressed no longer, and I had to act on my yearning, my yearning for hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex.

 

Not a day went by without me thinking about sex, and not just normal ‘missionary’ sex, oh no.  I dreamed of sucking cocks, of tasting and feeling cocks of all sizes.  I needed cock, and I needed cum, but most of all I needed to be USED!   My entire body ached to be roughly handled, to be taken by a man or group of men who would take me completely, no sexual gratification too taboo.  I used to cum while forcing my largest vibrator into my lusty pussy, imagining that the stretching was caused by two men fucking me, their cocks brutally raping my insides, using me as a object of pleasure.

 

Mmm I’m getting hot again just thinking about it, so I better get on and tell you how I first become a ‘fuck toy’, god those words just send shivers down my spine.

 

It all started one Friday night, when I was preparing for a date with a new guy I had met in a bar the week previously while out on a girly night.  Looking back I should have realised he was a little too good looking, his smile obviously designed to wet the knickers of any conquest he cared to flash it at.  At the time I thought I was in for a deserved night of fun, and I dressed to make the most of it.  Half the fun of an evening out was the preparation, the long soak in a hot bubble filled bath, soaking my soft skin, taking time to clean and tease my own body.  There’s something about water running over my body that gets me horny, which some lucky man would hopefully have the benefit of.

 

Following my long luxurious bath, my routine continues with a shave and moisturise.  After ensuring my legs where smooth and silky, and the razor still in my hand, a wicked thought entered my mind.  ‘What the hell,’ I thought to myself, ‘let’s treat this guy,’ and with that I took some shaving foam and massaged it into my already neatly trimmed fine pubes.  I had to stop my fingers continuing their administrations, I was feeling so horny.  ‘Not a time for shaking hands,’ I admonished myself, knowing a cut now would ruin my evening to come. I carefully pulled the blade over my pussy lips, enjoying the feeling as my naked skin was revealed.  Once finished I took a little more cold fragrance free moisturiser, and cooled my most intimate skin.

 

Once ready, I took my bottle of wine into the bedroom, another must have preparation for any night out.  Pouring myself a cold glass of white, I spent many unrushed moments deciding upon an outfit.  I decided to go for it, no point in being virginal anymore, I needed a good seeing to, after far too long without a good fuck.  Months of getting off in front of my pc, reading internet porn was pushing my sexual need higher and higher, rather than satisfying it.  I laughed when I thought what my evening’s date would think of me, if he had spied me sitting naked at my computer, legs spread sluttishly, rubbing a vibrating dildo over my clit while I watched and read about very nasty and dirty gang bangs, imagining myself at the centre of the rough male attention. 

 

My mind was on autopilot as I pulled on my black hold up stockings, my calves and lower thighs enhanced by their sheer clinging material, the enticement of the pale flesh of my upper thighs somehow magnified when contrasted against the black.  I pulled on my best ‘pulling pants’, which I called my skimpy black thong, the satin material hugging me so tight that anyone glimpsing them would almost make out the outer lips of my womanhood, lips begging to be penetrated.

 

A side fastening wrap over skirt hid the treats below, and I added a touch of colour, my thinnest and clingiest scarlet top over a black push-up bra, which was designed to show off my breasts to their best, and show through the red top a little, again to tease and turn on my man.  I felt and looked hot, the final touch some dark red lipstick, which I applied a little heavier than I would normally, knowing men can think of nothing but me sucking on their hard cocks when they looked at my full red lips.  Dropping the lipstick into my best purse I poured myself another celebratory glass of wine, licking my lips naughtily at my own appearance in the mirror.

 

That’s when I caught the sound of my mobile, chiming to tell me a text message had arrived.  I was going to ignore it guessing it was one of my girlfriends trying to wind me up about tonight, but then realised it could be my man letting me know he was outside.  Flipping over my essential fashion accessory, my heart sank at the short and soulless message;  ‘Cannot make tonight, maybe another time.’  

 

‘Bastard!’ I thought to myself, he didn’t even dare call to let me down.  I sank onto the bed, my whole evening ruined, all my effort gone to waste.  Blinking tears from my eyes, my gaze returned to my computer sitting in the corner of the room, the computer being my only sexual release of recent months.  Not only release I thought to myself, but my naughty friend who has let me dare think about sex I had never experienced before. 

 

“No, no porn for me tonight,” I spoke aloud, a determined smile touching my lips.  I realised that I looked to good to waste tonight, and I didn’t need a man on my arm to go and show myself off.  Maybe it was the wine, but I felt confident and sexy, and a little like the slut I always wished I dared to be.

 

So that’s why I found myself an hour later sitting on my own in a bar, already drinking my third long vodka and lemonade.  I’d already flirted with the barman, and sent a couple of no-hopers on their way.  The alcohol made my head buzz, the confidence it gave me egging me on to put on a show.  I knew several pairs of eyes were on me, getting drunk alone and looking hot. One party of guys especially, who looked like they were out celebrating a comrades birthday, had made it obviously they liked what they saw whenever their heads turned my way, and I was having fun showing a little more leg to spur on their glances.  They looked a lot rougher than the sort of guys I’d ever date myself, but I wasn’t thinking straight, I wanted to tease every man in the room, show off what I had, something that bastard who stood me up would never get now.

 

Later in the evening the DJ turned up the music, and the lights dimmed, as the dance floor started to fill up.  Using up a favour with a friend in the bar staff I left my handbag behind the bar, freeing me up to go and strut my stuff. I love to dance, there’s something so sensual about bodies moving in close proximity to the beats of the music.  I made sure I was the centre of attention as I moved my body, letting my skirt whirl around my legs, revealing my stocking tops with the more energetic moves.  I freely let different men come and dance close, enjoying feeling the heat of their tight bodies grind against me, letting their hands rub against my bum, sometimes pushing back against them to let them know I was there to be touched.  Once any of the guys started to hog too much of my time, I naughtily moved away, catching another’s eye with a seductive smile,  and pulled the new victim into my trap, running my hands  over my body as I danced, the heat and effort bringing a fine sheen of perspiration over my body, glistening on my enhanced cleavage. 

Over several hours I revelled in the feelings running through me, enjoying all the hungry male attention, while never taking it further than bodies grinding together close during a dance, getting many men hard as I rubbed my hidden pussy against them.  I had lost count of how many crotches I had let my hand ‘accidentally’ rub against, or how many men had felt my arse or tits in the darkness.  By the time I decided to leave, my pussy was on fire, and I knew I had to get home as quickly as possible to take care of myself.  My lack of attention, daydreaming about fucking myself with my biggest dildo, was probably why I didn’t even notice I was followed from the club, or when I took a wrong turning looking for a taxi, taking me down a dark and dangerous alleyway.

 

I was rudely torn from my daydream as I came to my senses and realised I was half way down a deserted and rough looking pathway.  When I turned round to find my way back to the main street I almost bumped into a group of men coming the other way.  It took me a couple of seconds in the semi light to realise it was the group I had been teasing all evening, having danced with and let most of them seven or so men before me touch me through my clothes.  Trying to appear less nervous than I was, I flashed a smile and tried to find a path around the intoxicated friends.

 

“Where are you going babe?” the ‘leader’ of the pack asked me, winking at his mates as they all eyed my body.

 

“I just need to get home, I had enough for one night,” I shrugged, feeling I had to get back into a more public area, the cold, or possibly fear, making me shiver.

 

“Oh I think you’ve not had anything like enough yet SLUT!” he laughed, indicating to a couple of his stockier friends to take hold of me.  My terror made me stand still, feeling muscular hands gripping my arms, pulling them behind my back, pushing my breasts forward against the flimsy material of my top.  “You’ve been teasing us all night with that sexy body of yours,” he raised a hand to stop my protest and continued, “and it’s time we found out if the reality is as good as the slutty performance you’ve been putting on back there.”

 

‘Oh my god,’ I thought to myself, shaking with fear, knowing that they weren’t going to be satisfied with a dance and a casual feel now, I was going to be gang raped right there, and there was nothing I could do about it.  I knew I should scream out, maybe someone would hear my calls, but there were two things holding me back.  For one thing, looking at these drunken guys, I’d probably get hurt, along with anyone who came to my rescue.  The other, I am afraid to say, is that my pussy was suddenly betraying me, I could feel to my shame the wetness growing between my legs.  I could hardly admit it to myself back then, but now I can share this with you;  I wanted and needed to be fucked, and fucked raw buy that group of rowdy men, forced like the slut I knew I need to be.

The dark haired leader of the group came closer, so close I could smell the beer on his breath.  He had to bend down to look into my eyes, his 6ft frame dwarfing me. “Let’s have a better look at this slut,” he barked, the audience behind him cheering in appreciation as his hands reached out and tore at my top, the thin material offering no resistance as he pulled it apart, letting more cold air reach my satin encased breasts.  They could all see my nipples harden, either from the cold or my unexpected excitement at being so roughly handled.  “Get that bra off!” he ordered, and a slim blond guy came up beside me, grinning as he removed a small knife from his pocket, causing me to strain against the guys holding me, trying to back away in fear. 

 

“Don’t worry bitch, I’m not going to hurt you,” he laughed, “I’m just rubbish with the fasteners on those things,” he said, pulling my bra strap away from my shoulder, only to slice through it.  He did the same the other side, letting the bra fall away, revealing my firm tits to the drooling audience. 

I defiantly looked their leader in the eye, daring him to take things further, actually wanting him to.  “And the rest guys, lets see her naked.”  

 

My knees shook as several of them rushed forwards at this command, one of them at least finding the button and zip to let my skirt fall to the ground.  I could almost hear a sigh as their greedy eyes feasted on my stocking clad legs, and homed in on my tiny thong, now obviously drenched with my own excitement.  The blade glinted in the light again as it was used to cut away my only skimpy protection, revealing my shaved precious sex, glistening wet in the little light there was.  I knew I was totally at their mercy now, the sight of my body so on show would drive them on to further acts.  The cold air hit me now, goose-bumps covering my arms, making my teeth chatter.  Still I said nothing, staring ahead with no emotion, now becoming the submissive I had always craved.  I think the guy taking the lead was less drunk than his friends, and possibly more experienced, his piecing look going to my soul, seemingly knowing exactly what my inner desires were. 

 

“Pull this slut’s legs open guys, I want a closer look at her nasty cunt,” my tormentor ordered, knowing the pack would follow him.  I jumped at his words, his use of slut and cunt sparking something at my core.  I put up some pretence of resistance as hands pulled at my inner thighs, slaps stinging my arse deliciously as punishment for fighting.  I was pushed down a little, bending my knees as my legs spread, making me squat obscenely.  My stranger approached, crouching before me, pushing his hand to my shaven twat.  I shuddered as his fingers touched my flesh, gently tracing lines around my inner thighs, teasing me, a very light touch rubbing up the groove between my outer lips, opening my vulva as he slid a thick finger inside.  I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I trembled, concentrating on the finger slowly sliding inside me, running around my dripping velvet grip, exploring every inch.  A second finger joined he first, and suddenly his movements changed, from a gentle lover exploring sacred flesh for the first time, to a hard, insistent finger fucking.  Others crowded in, spellbound, watching his fingers open me up, so obviously coated in my slippery juices, now freely flowing from his rough invasion of my burning pussy.

 

Pulling his fingers from me, he slid them up my stomach, leaving a wet trail all the way up to my lips.  When I didn’t move, another guy forced my mouth open, pulling my jaw apart, allowing entry to my mouth.  I was forced to lick my own flavour from his fingers, secretly loving the degradation forced upon me. “What’s your name slut?” he asked me as he finished screwing his fingers in and out of my mouth like some cheap cunt. 

 

“Steph,” I stuttered, now completely in my new masters control.

 

“No, from now on, it’s SLUT,” he laughed, joined by his friends around him.  “and you are going to be our nasty little fuck toy.  You thought you could tease us all night and not pay the consequences slut?” he continued, ignoring me as I shook my head, “Well we’re going to use every one of your slut holes tonight, and you’re going to be a good slut and beg for more.”

 

God how did this man know how to press all my buttons?  His words set fire running through my body, my inner needs for so long held back were being sparked into an uncontrollable burning heat, which raged throughout my body.

 

“Finger yourself slut, put on a proper show for us,” he whispered into my ear, knowing full well I was in his power, helpless to resist, not even wanting to stop now.

 

Determined to show him how dirty I could be, and being supported by two tormentors in my obscene squatting position, I used one hand to pull myself open, exposing my pink flesh to everyone, while the other finger I wet in my mouth, then used it to circle my sensitive clit.  I again closed my eyes, throwing my head back, opening my mouth to breath heavy, panting as I rubbed myself, my excitement building quickly knowing many eyes were watching me share such an intimate act.

 

I could hear their voices around me, the show I was putting on starting to build their own sexual excitement.  “Look at the fucking slut, she wants it!” someone exclaimed, surprised at the turn of events.

 

“Then give it to her,” was the animal response, uttered by someone wanting to get the action really going.

 

I heard a zip being tugged at close to my ear, and opened my eyes to be greeted by a short yet thick cock being pushed to my face.  “Suck this bitch!” its owner grunted, taking hold of my hair he roughly pulled my mouth onto him, giving me my first taste of a bitter cock.  He rammed it home so hard I almost choked, which I think turned the pervert on even more.  Little did he know it was just how I wanted to be used, I loved the feeling of his hard cock plundering my mouth, feeding me with his dripping pre-cum.  My tongue worked overtime, lapping at his sensitive underside, while I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks with the suction.  “Fuck she’s one nasty cock sucker,” he informed his mates, hardly required as most eyes were watching my nasty mouth work on him hungrily.

 

Unfortunately he obviously didn’t have much stamina, even in his drunken condition, my ministrations were too much for him, and before long I could feel his balls tighten, a certain sign he was about to cum.  I knew just how to drive him over the edge so he’d never forget it, wanting him to cum so hard he filled my mouth, so the others would all want to give me the cum I craved.  I looked up into his eyes, knowing the eye contact would be the final straw, a look of submission on my face.  He grunted hard as he looked down on me, a piece of meat taking his cock no matter how hard he rammed it into my mouth.  His orgasm took hold, making him utter filthy obscenities at me as his cock exploded in the back of my mouth, his seed sliding down my throat.  I felt deliciously dirty as I pulled my head back, to allow his further spurts to cum over my face, his jerking cock rubbing and spreading the sticky goo over my cheeks and chin.

 

I didn’t have a second to catch my breath, as I felt hands force me down on my hands and knees, the cold hard floor making me gasp.  I must have looked such a slut, circled by men now rubbing hardening cocks all around me, a face already sticky with cum, my arse high in the air inviting them to use me.

 

Another stranger approached me from behind, I couldn’t even see him as I felt his hands grasp the soft globes of my arse, squeezing me roughly, pulling them apart to reveal my dripping cunt and tight brown eye of my arse.  Then I felt his cock push up against me, the hot hard flesh sliding up and down the crevice between my cheeks.  I didn’t know where he was going to fuck me, and to be honest, I didn’t care.  So I gasped out as I felt the head of his cock start to inch into my pussy, slipping in very easily as I was so wet.  What shocked me was his length, and I almost squealed as his cock continued to slide inside, deeper and deeper, invading depths never before found by any cock. 

 

I had only just started to push back against him, wanting to feel the head of his cock bang against my cervix, when my hair was grabbed and my head violently pulled back, to have my mouth rudely invaded by another dick.  I was in heaven, finally the nasty slut being gang raped in a lonely back alley, taking two cocks at once.  They guys around me knew that none of them would leave without being satisfied as they watched me deep throat and gag around their mate.  My pussy was on fire as it was reamed by the longest cock I thought I’d ever find, it’s dirty owner sliding a wet thumb into my other tightest of holes.  “Mmmmmm,” I groaned around the cock stuffing my face, loving the feeling of this third invasion.  The situation and the multiple stimulations had me cumming hard, my pussy clenching around my aggressive invader, wave after wave of contractions squeezing his pole.  My whole world was now the smell, taste, feeling of cock, pleasure filling all my senses.  I could make out the emboldened guys chanting, ‘fuck the slut’ ringing in my ears. 

 

My breasts were jiggling manically underneath me, as my assailants pounded into me harder and harder, using me like a piece of meat.  This drew the attention of my lead aggressor, who knelt beside me so he could cup my soft and firm breasts in his hands.  I thought I must have died and gone to heaven as his again changed from gentle to firm, through to rough.  His fingers pulled my nipples hard, extending my breasts under his unrelenting pressure, the needles of pain driving me into a frenzy.  He pinched harder and harder, twisting, pulling, forcing me to squeal around the cock I was sucking. 

 

My body rocked back and forth, now every never on fire, the cold forgotten as heat rippled through me.  I felt the cock in my pussy being ripped rudely from me, and I wiggled my arse begging to be filled again.  The next moment I realised why he had withdrawn, as I felt the warm wet sensation of cum splattering against the small of my back.  I could feel cum pooling on my skin, then sliding down between my arse cheeks, oozing over my cunt. 

 

I didn’t need to beg for another cock to take its place, as another eager volunteer stepped forwards to take me.  I realised what he wanted as he started to spank me hard, forcing my hard down further on the cock in my throat.  He was obviously a bum man, and I knew he would soon force his cock inside my bowels.  My pussy twitched in anticipation, wanting that dirty fuck so badly.  The guy in my mouth could take it no longer, and pulled out completely, again wanting to see my face covered in his nasty spunk.  I watched closely has his hand rubbed up and down his thick shaft, seeing a man play with himself always got me hot, and I was already on fire.  The only sounds apart from the moaning of the guy wanking over my face was the hard ‘crack’ of a hand slapping down onto my arse, reddening the flesh, and making my eyes water. 

 

The pain shocked my body, but it wasn’t enough.  “More, please, harder,” I croaked, looking over my shoulder to urge on the assault on my arse. I turned back to catch the first rope of stringy cum over my face, his jerking cock sending spewing cum several feet, spunking into my hair.  I shook with an small orgasm just from how nasty I felt as his cum literally washed over me.  He stepped away from me with shaking legs, admiring his work, letting everyone see what a mess he’d made of me. 

 

As two more strapping lads stepped forwards, presenting me with more tempting meat to devour, I felt something cold and very hard at the gaping entrance to my pussy.  Someone was laughing as I felt the old object being screwed into me.  OH FUCK, I though silently, as I felt what I realised was a bottle neck being pushed deeper and deeper inside me.  The devious bastards laughed as they watched me take the beer bottle deep inside me, my tight pussy stretching around the cold glass, letting them see my dripping insides.  I must have looked so nasty at that point, face and hair dripping cum, with a bottle shoved up my cum coated cunt. 

 

I didn’t have much time to get used to the bottle, before my arse man stepped forward and put his dick head to my dirty hole.  Even though it was tight, I had spent many evenings with butt plugs inside me, so was easily able to allow his brutal entrance.  He slid his monster into me with a roar, sinking it to his sweaty balls.  I felt the pain and pleasure rip through my behind, his cock and the bottle filling me to my limits.  The cock burned my insides, sawing in and out, causing me to grunt like an animal.  Cocks rubbed against my face, their owners duelling to push them into my slut mouth.  I couldn’t use my hands; I needed them to hold me up under the anal assault.  This guy new how to fuck hard!  He was hammering me, not caring if he hurt the slut under him, almost ripping my arse apart.  I was cumming continuously now, contractions wracking my body, my breath ragged gasps.  I could only just sense the guys around my sides, wanking their cocks furiously, all wanting to add to the mess I was becoming.  My mouth was being alternately being fucked by two nasty bastards, seeing who could outdo the other with depth they could reach.

 

My tits were constantly being tortured, slapped and pinched till I feared they must be bruised back and blue.  Someone spat on me, and when I didn’t utter a complaint, others joined in.  I could feel my body getting coated in sweat, cum, and now saliva, and wished it never to end.  I wanted them to hurt me, use me, to take me past human limits. 

 

I pushed rhythmically back against the cock that was splitting my arse, our bodies thudding together every powerful thrust, the rhythm we beat out getting faster and faster, the guys trying to fuck my face having a hard time keeping their dripping cocks in my mouth.  They gave up, and started wanking hard, rubbing their cocks up over my face, pushing their hairy sweaty balls against my face, so my cries were muffles against them.  The smell of sweat and cum were overpowering me, as I gasped for breath. 

 

A guttural cry signalled when my arse fuck was ending, I could feel every spasm of his cock as he juddered into me, slapping my arse in his orgasmic explosion.  I could feel his cum running into me, dampening the raw flames inside, coating my sensitive skin of my insides.  He pulled out with a comical plop, and I could feel the air entering my gaping anus, muscles opening and contracting with the loss.

 

I almost felt like I was passing out , so I rolled onto my back, a slut basking in her glory, as I felt the cum start to rain down on my from the four or so men wanking over me.  I smiled as they showered me in their hot seed, pumping themselves over my tits and stomach.  The nasty slut to the last, my fingers rubbed spunk over my body, my skin not being able to get enough of their thick cream.  One nasty fucker scooped up several tablespoons worth, and forced it into my mouth, ordering me to drink it down.  I showed him!  I didn’t swallow straight away, oh no, I blew bubbles with it, tasting, enjoying the texture, knowing I could never get enough cum.  The men looked down at me with amazement and lust, knowing they had all met their match.

 

The fucking ended, the lads were keen to get away, leaving me laying in the gutter, clothes laying around me, my stockings laddered and spunk splattered.  Oh, and very, very happy.

-- Thanks for reading, I am actually a guy, who wrote this story for someone who found some of my others on another site I write on.