The fantasy

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The dildo was so small, it barely covered the palm of her hand. Light pink and smooth, it lay on her skin.
What fantasy would serve her tonight? What dirty thoughts would cause her to rub harder, then slower to draw out the orgasm for as long as possible? To push the dildo, imitating a cock, burrowing deep into her?
She put the toy down on the nightstand. Slowly, she leaned back on the bed and slipped under the blanket, protecting her naked body from the cold of the room. Her nipples were stiff and she felt her sex clench when the blanket rasped over them.
Sucking on two fingers, she moved them down her body and spread her pussy lips. Ever so slowly she touched her clit, delighted as always by this first impact, the first promise of the pleasure to come. Sighing, she leaned back against the headboard of the bed and started to circle her bud.
She spread her legs wider, imagining that two men were holding them. In her fantasy, she was lying on a gynaecologist’s chair, legs spread and arse bared. Around her, a group of young men crowded. They were not older than in their late teens, early twenties and their eyes on her exposed flesh darted greedy back and forth between the stiff nipples and her glistening pussy.
Behind them, a calm man in his early forties towered over them, looking down on her and the hands that held her legs. He spoke almost without engagement in his voice and his calm detachedness was in stark contract with the young men’s greed. It excited and calmed her at the same time. She knew she was safe and he wouldn’t let any harm come to her, but he was also in charge and his orders would be followed, not matter what she did or said.
When he asked one young man to spread her pussy lips with two fingers, she tried to move back in the chair to prevent them from seeing how wet she really was, but the hands on her thighs held her firm. She knew the two men on her side would have preferred to touch her elsewhere, but the control of the man in the background prevented them from moving their fingers.
The fingers drew back her folds. ‘Can you see how wet she is?’ the man in the background asked. ‘She likes to be exposed. She knows you want her and she loves it.’
She closed her eyes in humiliation. How could her know there things about her?
Leaning to a man on his right the older man instructed him to insert a finger into her pussy. ‘I want you to leave it there. To test how much she likes different things we are going to do to her.’
One finger entered her almost immediately, eagerly burrowing into her depths. The entry was smoothed by her wetness, but rough and eager as if the young man couldn’t quite control himself.  ‘Another’ came the command and a second finger followed, deliciously drawing over the upper wall of her pussy.
Sinking deeper into the fantasy and imagining the two fingers inside her, she inserted the dildo slowly to draw out the pleasure. Groaning, she tightened around it and felt the tingle move passed her clit into her belly. Slowly rocking onto the luscious friction, she felt the base press into her pussy and pictured a male hand, pushing into her.
As soon as she relaxed her inner walls, the dildo slipped out and she moaned in frustration. More than ever, she craved a real cock, strong and big between her legs, not letting go, no matter whether she wanted it or not. Shoving into her at full force. The small dildo only accelerated her lust and she tried to rock into it, until it slipped out again.
Gathering her panties which were lying between her feet, she pulled them up until they covered her sex and pushed the dildo back into place. Because of the sensitivity of her clit, she could suddenly feel its seams pushing into her, almost separating her bum cheeks and she gasped. This was it, this was what she needed. Her fingers found her hard clit and she continued to press down on it in small strokes.
The men in her fantasy continued to stare at the two fingers, buried into her pussy. Some licked their lips. The chair made it impossible to fight them and she could feel how the two hands which were spreading her thighs grabbed her flesh with more force, growing damp with sweat.
The older man in the background regarded her like a doctor might a test subject. He didn’t take his gaze off her when he said. ‘Now that she is ready, why don’t you play with her nipples?’
Immediately, two set of hands started kneading her breasts and she almost cried out when she felt a tongue, lapping on her soft skin and finally two sets of teeth, clamping down on her sensitive nipples with just enough pressure. Closing her eye, she grabbed the chair for support. ‘Please’, she rasped.
With impassive eyes, the older man looked down on her. ‘You’, he pointed at one of the young man. ‘Lick her slit and then make her come by tonguing her clit.’ Sweating now, she felt the fingers draw out of her. ‘No’ was the harsh response. ‘Stay where you are’.
With closed eyes, her perception seemed even more intense. When a soft, wet tongue started touching her folds and slowly licking around the knuckles inside her, she couldn’t help herself but buck off the chair. This was just too much. Too good.
Instantly, a voice growled ‘Hold her’ and more hands clamped down on her arms and her torso. She was trapped, unable to move and forced to take the pleasure they inflicted on her body.
When she heard the words ‘You! Tilt your fingers up’ and two finger tips massaged her walls from within, she tried to squirm but realised that there was simply no way she could escape all of the hands. The tongue between her legs started to circle her clit and the rasped down on it, sharply.
She started to whimper. ‘Please’ she breathed again.
When the older man spoke, she could feel the young men vibrating next to her. Everyone of them had a hand on her- spreading her pussy, tweaking her nipple of holding her down to the chair. They all desired her. Wanted to plunge into her pussy with abandon until their body found the release they craved.
‘Push into her arse.’
Her eyes shot open. No! Not there.
‘Wet your finger first’. When she stared at the older man in disbelieve, he returned her gaze.
She heard the sucking sound of a finger, inserted into an eager mouth and then felt two wet digits pressing down between her arse cheeks. They slowly spread them, massaging the edge of her hole. Clamping down in excitement and fear, she felt the fingers push in, centimetre by centimetre.
Her whole body was on fire, harassed by mouths and hands, drawing her closer to the edge every second. When the fingers in her bum went up to the second knuckle, she started to panic.
‘No’ she gasped again. Focusing on the eyes of the man in the background, she pleaded.
His response was as impassive as ever.
Make her come. Now.’
The wet pressure on her clit intensified and she clamped down on the fingers in her pussy and in her bum.
‘Yes’, she groaned. ‘Now. Now.’
Riding the fingers, she could feel the tension spread in her belly and surging down to her clit. Arching off the bed and away from the hands that gripped her, she could feel the current run through her legs and into all the corners of her body. Revelling in the bliss of letting go, she spread her legs even further to feel the strain and push onto the pink dildo one last time.
Only when her toes started to go numb from the pleasure, she removed her fingers from her clit and clamped down on the digit to draw out the pleasure.
Breathing out slowly, she leaned back and pulled out the dildo. Next time, she would invite them to come all over her.

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