3 comments/ 50206 views/ 7 favorites Twenty By: MidnightChoices The whip again licks a fiery trail across my back, and I flinch against my bonds. Eight. I fall forward into your chest. We're bound together on a lawn chair, me facing you with my arms bound behind your head, tennis ball in one hand. Your arms are also bound behind my head, wrist to elbows. My ankles are bound to your knees (or thereabouts, I couldn't really see), and there are another few lengths of rope preventing my hips from moving away from yours. Nine. I can feel my body's pain, but it is oddly distant. I'm far, far, more aware of your now limp cock inside me and I can feel some fluid dripping down the folds of my pussy. Your cum? My own fluids? Sweat? No idea. I would look, but with the ropes there is no way for me to let you pull out or get a favorable visual angle. Plus the blindfold would prevent me from seeing anyway. Ten. I moan into my gag. I can feel your voice rumbling in your chest, but I can't make out the words over the recording of crowd noise playing in the ear-buds in my ears. I feel you flinch as though from a sudden blow. Suddenly and unexpectedly the left bud comes out and I can hear a voice in my ear. HER voice. "Can you hear me?" I nod dazedly. Sultry voice. Dangerous, too. "Good. Your man seems to think you've forgotten the safety signal." I hear the crack of the riding crop and you flinch again. My brain wonders why you get the crop, not the whip as I shake my head. "No? Good. Just to put his mind at ease," crack, flinch, "did you want to use it?" I shake my head no. The ear phone is replaced. Eleven. My mind drifts even further away, and I start to think about how we got into this position. "You two are such a cute couple! I'd love to tie you up, whip you both, then force you to cum." This wasn't the first time Claire had made this request. Now that she was single again the frequency had increased. Once again, I had laughed, flattered. "I'll go and grab another round from the bar." I walked over and ordered, leaving you and Claire to your no doubt very sexually charged conversation. While I was waiting my phone received a text. It was from you. 'I'm game for that if you are. Could be fun.' I looked over at our table and saw you watching me intently. I met your eyes and raised a brow. You smirked and looked back at Claire, picked up her hand and kissed the back. I considered the request, picked up my phone and texted back a one letter response. I saw you get the text, and your face lit up in that smile that always makes me melt. You looked up and met my eyes as I walked across the room carrying a pitcher of cider. I nodded. As I sat down and started pouring you began to talk. "So, if we were both to hypothetically show up at your dungeon next weekend, what would you do to us, Claire?" Twelve. I arch my back and breathe deeply. Today we did indeed show up at your dungeon. I'd seen the professional pics and video she'd taken here, but actually being in it was another matter. St. Andrew's cross, vinyl covered benches, and an oddly out of place expensive lawn chair - the kind with a heavy metal frame and mesh that could still be hosed down. I had finished stripping and walked over to inspect it. There were added eye-bolts and such for attaching things, but I'd never seen it before. I looked over at you and asked, "have you seen this before?" I'm fairly certain I've seen pictures of everything else in the dungeon, except for possibly a saddle that has a large hole in the middle that is next to the lawn chair. You're walking over (nude, you aren't yet aroused enough for me to consider you naked.), and were inspecting these items when we both jumped, having heard the unmistakable crack of a whip. We turned around, like kids caught looking at the Christmas presents before we were supposed to. Claire was standing there, a study in green offsetting her pale skin and flaming red hair. Even her knee high lace-up heeled boots are emerald green. She smiled. "Everything you're seeing right now are things that I only use when friends are over to play." I glanced over at you, and realized you'd definitely become naked. I looked back at Claire, and suddenly her body language changed from friendly and teasing. Somehow, I instantly knew that she was in charge. An authoritarian green gloved hand pointed at you, and then at the lawn chair. "Sit!" You scurry over to the lawn chair and sit bolt upright, even though it is positioned so that you could recline. Your obedience to me had always been more than a little bit insolent, and I had always known that you would gleefully turn the tables on me given the chance. (I loved giving you those chances, too.) Claire was evidently in a different category. Claire points again at a pile of rope, and meets my eyes. "Fetch." I scurried to do so, refusing to turn my back so I could watch her advance on you. I could see the increase in your breathing rate from across the room. Claire idly raised her whip hand and flicked it as though warming up. She brought her arm back again, and Thirteen. I'm tied on your lap, and you are deep inside me. Fully aroused, and right on the edge of coming. Before we'd been tied up like this Claire had ordered you to eat my pussy for what seemed like forever. I lost count of the number of orgasms she made you force out of me. I'm aroused, but not close to orgasm. I'm staring into your half closed eyes, as you try to keep yourself from cumming. I'm staying as still as I can, hardly daring to breathe. I'm waiting for her to activate the vibe located on top of my clit. "Now, my pets. We're going to play a game. One of you is going to cum. Whoever it is with the poor self-control is going to make me give their partner ten lashes." Claire smiled, and stalked over to sit side straddle on the saddle. She is a tigress waiting for the inevitable. You bite your lip, and I can tell that you are at the point of arousal where holding back causes you pain. I don't want that, I've never wanted to cause you any real pain. Other men I've enjoyed doing that to, sure, but not you. So I make a choice. I take a deep breath, and slowly tense my pelvic muscles. You give off a little whimper. I pull back my hips as much as I can, and thrust forward, tensing and relaxing the muscles in the rhythm I know you find irresistible. Your eyes open fully and you look at me in shock and a tiny bit of protest. As I'm completing the thrust I deploy the only other weapon I have to force you to let go. I lean into your ear and say in a tone of voice you've heard dozens if not hundreds of time, "cum for me babe. Cum for me NOW!" I don't play fair. You cum with a groan. I turn and meet Claire's eyes with defiance. I am so going to pay for this. Fourteen. Past and present are blending. How many times? Is it fourteen? Claire makes a disgusted noise, and stalks out of my view. You're still shuddering beneath me, eyes closed, and I hear you whisper "why?" I open my mouth to respond, but before I can I realize that Claire is behind me, and that a gag is going between my teeth. She comes around to the side and I can see her. She taps my palm, I obediently open it, and she places a tennis ball in it. "Safety, always safety." She picks up a blindfold, and seats it over my eyes. Meanwhile I can tell that you've only just realized that there might be something amiss. "So, I've changed my mind about the number of lashes you deserve. You get ten because he forgot who was in charge in this dungeon. Another ten because you tried to take charge. You, you are going to count out each one and ask me to give her the next one. Since she did force the issue, I'll let you control the timing." I hear the noise of her boots moving off to an appropriate distance, and then returning. "Oh, and you!" The whip cracks and I gasp in pain, "you don't get to hear when things are coming. I don't want him taking control from me like you did." Ear phones are placed in my ears, and the sounds of a crowd chatting overlays anything I can hear from the real world. One. Two. Three... Fifteen. I can hear you begging now. The words are indistinct, but the tone is clear. Even though I'm happily floating, I begin to feel some distress for causing you pain. I dimly hear an annoyed feminine voice respond. Again, I hear your muffled pleas. Suddenly I feel hands on my ankles. They can't be yours. Next I feel the rope keeping my hips from letting your cock out starting to loosen. I rock back a bit, and you slide out. I'm confused, did I lose count? I feel Claire's hands, and she pulls me away from you. I lift my hands over your head. Suddenly the earbuds are removed, and I can hear again. "Stand up. Follow me." She tugs on something attached to my wrists. In a haze, I obey. "Alright, now spread your legs and shuffle back...good, now slowly lower yourself down." I can hear the creaking of leather, and I realize I must be astride the saddle. Claire tugs me back, and I realize there is something wood that my head is now leaning against, and a metal pole is against my spine. It must be sticking up through the hole in the saddle. "Raise your hands above your head." I do, and I hear her click something. I can't lower my hands anymore. Claire ties me efficiently to the pole, and the cold metal feels good against the hot welts on my back. Then I feel something probing beneath me at my slit. The cold and slippery whatever it is enters, and I stiffen a bit before settling back down. Then I feel straps being placed across my thighs so I can't raise up and escape whatever might be trying to get into me. Lastly she takes my ankles, brings them behind something, and binds them together. Whatever it is is padded, with a sort of foot rest. "Ok, struggle." I do, but I'm helpless. The only thing I can really do is turn my head side to side. She rips my blindfold off. Her vivid green eyes are less than a hand span away. She is smiling. "Do you know what was decided?" I shake my head. "Your lover boy over there made an agreement. Instead of you getting five more lashes, he takes fifteen." I make a muffled noise of disagreement and violently shake my head. Claire smiles, and stalks over to you. I have no choice but to watch as she prowls over, and then orders you over to the St Andrew's cross and binds you there face down. Claire's eyes lock on mine as she brings back her whip arm and lets it fall. I flinch as though I was struck, and look away. "One, mistress. May I have another?" "Oh, no. She didn't watch it. It doesn't count." Claire prowls back over to me, and then I hear hinges next to my ears. The sides of the wooden thing my head is resting against bend forward, and I realize I can't even turn my head side to side anymore. She smiles, and takes a few steps back to survey her work. "He is taking this for you. You WILL watch it." Claire turns and takes two steps back towards you, then stops. "I forgot something." Once again, she leaves my sight line. Suddenly the thing in my pussy comes alive. Slowly advancing and retreating, completely random lengths of strokes, and different speeds to boot. Once again, Claire appears, whip in hand. She raises her arm to strike. "THIS is one," Claire says as the whip falls, and you gasp. "One, mistress. May I have another?" Again, until five. There are five perfectly parallel red marks on your back. My brain quietly and fearfully comments that she really does have excellent control over that whip. You are leaning into the cross, and panting. Claire saunters over to me, and reaches towards my clit. "Not as far along as I'd like," she murmurs as she kneels down, and suddenly the vibe I'd essentially forgotten springs to life. I moan, and do the only thing I'm really capable of - tilt my head up to the ceiling. Suddenly the dildo that is making its way in and out of my pussy starts to vibrate a tiny little bit, too. A split second later it starts to slowly rotate. She stands back up, and walks a few paces away and I hear the clicking of keyboard keys. The rate of random thrusts forwards and back increases, as does the stroke length. If my hips could, they'd be thrusting madly to push myself down the road to orgasm-town. Claire returns, and meets my eyes. "If you cum before my say-so you will regret it. Do you understand?" I nod frantically. As she walks away and cracks the whip a few times away from your back I realize that if my bonds were to dissolve and Claire were to beckon for me to come to her I would gladly crawl to her and lick her until she came. I want to lick the sweat off those rippling muscles, and bring us both to moaning, gasping completion. The sheer intensity of my desire shocks me, I've rarely wanted a woman so fully before. I'm breathing deeply, and trying NOT to cum which is becoming more and more difficult. I dimly realize that Claire has begun whipping you again, and my eyes begin to water as I try to keep control of myself. I should be paying more attention; you decided to take these for me. I look up at the ceiling and try to concentrate on counting the number of acoustic tiles on the ceiling. Anything, as long as it is supremely boring. Sweat runs into my eyes, and I have to close them which makes me feel everything happening to my clit and pussy all the more intensely. I'm barely holding on when I hear you say "Fifteen, thank you mistress." I hear boots on the floor, and suddenly the riding crop under my chin, which has dropped forwards as I breathe deeply and rapidly. "Good girl, I'm impressed." I detect a slight air of disappointment, and I realize that Claire was expecting me to not be able to resist the vibes. Which she is now turning off, but leaving the thrusting and rotating on. Then Claire picks something up, and walks over to where you can see her. She holds up the mirror, and I see your face, completely blissed out. "Do you see her?" You nod vaguely. "She needs to come." Another nod. "I'm not going to let her. Unless you make another bargain." You tilt your head as though waiting. Claire lowers the mirror, and raises the riding crop placing it under your chin. "For each switch you take now, I will give her one orgasm." I'm trying to shake my head, but I can't because of the wood on either side. I doubt my muffled noises of protest make it far, either. You nod. "Let me hear you say what you want me to do." "Mistress Claire, please whip me so that my girlfriend can cum." There is an almost dream-like quality to what you are saying. "Of course, ducky. Whatever you like!" She walks around to your back again, this time with the riding crop. "Ask for it!" "Please, may I have another?" Snap, groan. "Sixteen. Please, may I have another?" Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Groan, "Twenty. Please mistress, make her cum! Make her come hard!" Instead Claire picks up a water bottle, and makes you drink. While she is doing that I look at the two perfectly parallel lines of ten welts up either side of your spine. Twenty. Then she attaches the mirror to the wall. I can see you, and you can see me. She walks over to me, and releases the sides of the wood restraining my head, removes my gag, and then gives me a bottle of something that tastes absolutely awful, but I drink it thirstily. She gets on her knees, and turns on the vibes again. I instantly groan. "Cum for me, sweet thing. Cum hard. Cum NOW." I do. Every nerve in my body seems to be telling me that it is on fire, and the muscles in my pelvis and thighs are twitching violently and uncontrollably. They can't move much against the bindings, which only excites me more. Suddenly, everything stops moving. Vibes off, thrusting off. I open my eyes as the orgasm begins to ebb. I feel the crack of the crop against my back, as Claire commands "STOP." I do, growling in frustration. I'm past being able to think, and almost any tiny movement would set me off again. "How many?" I have to think for a second before I realize what she is asking. "Sixteen, may I PLEASE have another?" Claire comes towards me with two tiny silver bullets. She tapes them onto each rock hard nipple, and turns them on. I moan. "Please? PLEASE?" "Go." I rock my hips as much as I can against the maybe 2 inches of motionless dildo vibrator that is still in me. I'm whimpering, desperately trying to cum, but I've never been able to come from nipple stimulation alone. Claire sighs after about 30 seconds of this and apparently takes pity on me. The dildo starts to rotate again, and it takes me about 10 seconds of using the maybe one inch of mobility I have in my pelvis to get off again. I'm still shuddering, but this orgasm is tiny - waves at the beach on a calm day, rather than the spring storm like the last one. My hips hardly try to buck at all. Still, my cum is flowing fairly freely down my thighs. I can hear it dripping to the cement floor, and smell it, which is helping my arousal. I hear the crack against my back more than feeling it, and again am asked "How many?" "Seventeen." I'm panting. The dildo stops rotating, but the nipple vibes are still on. God, I want more. I'm not sure if I can handle more. Claire walks over to you, and asks "do you like the show?" You nod. She walks back to me. She takes both nipple vibes in hand, and presses their buttons again. They are pulsing in rhythm together now. I shudder, and look up to the ceiling again. I feel her hands caressing the outside of my thighs, and then realize that she has removed the leather straps holding them down. Then the clit vibe starts up, in unison with the nipples. I gasp, and meet her eyes. They're dilated with arousal, too. Her lips are parted, and she is breathing deeply. I can see the rise and fall of her breasts above her corset. "Again. NOW." I moan, and with the added freedom of my thighs I manage to push myself over the edge in a matter of seconds. I close my eyes and feel myself thrusting desperately, muscles inside and out twitching in concert. I'm yelling, and waves of pleasure are moving throughout my body. Even my arms, still bound above my head, are trembling. Then I feel something ice-cold splash against me. Everything shuts down. I gasp, and then the crop strikes my back. "Eighteen." I see Claire cruising around me, as the cold water drips off me. Even though the vibes are still going, the cold water killed off all my momentum. She keeps circling for several minutes as my body begins to respond again. Suddenly I realize that the dildo is slowly advancing deeper into me. "Tell me when it is as deep as you can handle." I bite my lip, close my eyes, and concentrate as millimeter by millimeter I'm entered. I gasp and shake my head. The dildo stops. "There?" Claire asks. I nod, and I feel the dildo retreat somewhat. Then it begins to rotate again. I look over my shoulder to see Claire sitting at a computer. She sees me noticing, and a look of absolute mischief crosses her face. She meets my eyes and then I hear the click of a mouse. "Play!" The dildo begins slowly and randomly retreating back and thrusting forward as it slowly rotates. "Cum when you are ready, pet." I nod, close my eyes, and close out everything except the pull of the ropes around my chest, the motions of the dildo, and the pulsing of the vibes. I feel my arousal slowly build, but this time I'm not going to start my hips until my instincts take over. I listen to my breathing increase, and I realize that Claire's is essentially keeping pace with me. I note that I'm hearing a buzzing completely unrelated to everything on or in me. Claire must be playing with herself as she watches me cum. As the thought crosses my mind my body decides it is show time. Waves at high tide, this time. I thought my body lost everything with the cold water dousing, but that is evidently not true. However, this orgasm is almost entirely internal. My hips are barely moving, but inside is a different story. I can feel myself clench desperately as the dildo tries to retreat, and relax to welcome it in when it thrusts forward. My abs are getting in on the fun, and trying to help trap the poor helpless dildo when it comes in deeper. Silly things, that never works. It is much to smooth for that to happen, but my body refuses to accept that. Finally my vaginal muscles give up that fight, and settle for rippling back and forth in time with the pulses of the clit vibe. Then, again the dildo stops (all the way in this time), and I'm hit with a splash of ice-cold water across my belly and the crack of the riding crop against my back. Twenty at the Hunt Club "Gentlemen, thank you for coming." The man speaking was referred to as "Mr. Secretary". Technically his title was "Secretary of Entertainment" at a club called "The Hunt Club". The Hunt Club is an exclusive club for very rich and powerful men. There are no women members, although women are very much a part of the festivities. The Hunt Club, sometimes the members jokingly referred to it as "The Cunt Club", is a club where men come together to enjoy sexual experiences. Some men like to go hunting or fishing. These men like to win in business and fuck. There are chapters in major cities all over the world. Members include Judges, Congressmen, Doctors, Lawyers, CEOs, and Entrepreneurs. Membership in The Hunt Club is very exclusive, and very expensive. But the rewards are well worth it. The Secretary of Entertainment is an elected position from the local membership. He serves as the MC for 1 year for various parties and events. Tonight was no different. "Gentlemen," he continued, "tonight's theme is 'Sloppy Seconds'" he said with a slight smile. "Many of you have requested the opportunity to fuck a slut repeatedly and fill her pussy with loads of cum. Tonight you will have your opportunity." "Tonight, we have only one whore". He motioned his hand over to a door. The door opened and in walked a tall, thin woman with very short, dark hair. She was wearing black, 4-inch high heels, and otherwise was completely naked. The woman was nameless. This is how things were done at the club. The woman was simply referred to as "the whore". She existed for no other purpose than to sexually satisfy these powerful men. These are men that know what they want and ask for it from life. The women for these parties are selected with very strict, uncompromising standards. First, they know what they are getting into. They are very happy and excited to get fucked in various ways. They love it! Also, they must be at least 18, and free of any disease. The members of the club are not interested in anything illegal, just carnal. The Secretary continued, "For tonight, we also have two fluffers". In walked two women. The first was an Asian woman, dressed like a schoolgirl with pigtails and short plaid shirt, and knee high socks. The second was a medium height red head with very large tits that hung down a bit, and glasses. She was dressed in a grey suit, with skirt and glasses. The job of the fluffers on this night was to suck the cocks of the members and get them ready for the event. Tonight, there were 20 members that were participating. The whore was led over to the placed where she would be used. They took her to the apparatus called "the horse". The horse is about 4 feet long and covered in black leather. It looks like a sawhorse, but has the leather body to it so the whore can lie on it comfortably. Her pussy was completely shaven, but her pussy lips were swollen. The whore mounted the horse and laid her on her stomach. Her elbows rested on two leather arm rests, with handles. Her wrists were then strapped in with buckles. He sexy feet were placed on foot rests, and her ankles were strapped in as well. She was laying on her stomach and her ass and pussy was hanging off the end. The whore's head and shoulders were slightly lower than her butt, giving the men the optimum angle to fuck her. She felt a little cold and vulnerable... and it turned her on to know she was about to be used by a train of 20 stiff cocks. A breeze of air blew in the room, perhaps from a door opening, and the mere touch of air on her skin made her jump. The whore was very sensitive and ready. Mr. Secretary continued, "Here are tonight's guidelines. You may get your dick sucked by one of the fluffer sluts, but you may not cum. All 20 of you have the privilege of cumming in the whore's cunt. You may not fuck her in the ass. You may fuck her mouth, but again, you must first cum only in her cunt. Agreed?" "Agreed," said the men in unison. The whore's pussy was wet and ready. #1 walked up behind her. He was naked now. His cock was hard. Their whore for the evening was ready and almost panting in anticipation of being fucked by 20 powerful men. #1 put the head of his dick at the lips of her pussy. He slowly and gently eased it into her until he was balls deep. She felt hot and wet inside. Both #1 and the whore let out a slight sigh at the penetration. He grab her hips and began to fuck her in a steady rhythm. She moaned softly and he grunted as he thrust into her. He could feel he balls tighten and quickly he was cumming inside of her. He pumped his cock in and out, letting the whore's pussy lips clench on the base of his dick and milk the cum from his balls. #1 dumped a good-sized load into her, and he pulled his dick out of her. When he pulled out, all that could be seen was a small drop of cum that had collected at her hole. And with that, they had begun. #2 pulled his hard dick out of the red-heads mouth, which was kneeling before him. He walked up to the whore and looked, and sniffed a bit at her freshly fucked cunt. Lying before him, ass in the air, was a used whore, and it excited him to know that he was about to fuck her.....second. His cock slid into her easily, her cunt lubricated by another man's cum. #2 was very turned on and he began fucking her doggy style, very quickly. He looked around to see three other men standing by him. They were all naked, and all had hard-ons. They were waiting their turn to fuck her next. But he was jolted back to the whore as she began to cum. His body shuddered as he felt her cum on his dick, and he started cumming too. He continue to pump in and out of her as they came together. #2 pulled his dick from the whore to see that it was wet and glistening. He looked again at her cunt. It was clearly filled with cum now. He watched it as cum began to collect and run down to her clit. The cum was stopped there until a little more and then a little more was there. It slowly built up until it could no longer be contained. A drop fell from the whore's pussy and landed on the ground. #3 quickly stepped up and shoved his hard dick up into the whore and continued fucking her. #3 came in her pussy. #4 came in her pussy. #5 took his turn using the whore. #6 came quickly in her slit. #7 pounded her hard and made her cum twice before spilling his semen in the whore's dripping pussy. #8 stood behind the dark haired, high-heeled whore, strapped to the horse. She had been fucked non stop for the last half hour by seven guys that came in her pussy. This brought a whole new meaning to the term "sloppy seconds". #8 smiled to himself. His lust for such a nasty fetish made him so giddy he could barely keep from laughing. Before he took his turn riding the whore, he knelt and looked over the scene. By now the whore's cunt was oozing cum from the seven men before him. Sperm was running down both of her legs, on the inside of her thighs. A puddle of semen was directly below her dripping cunt on the floor. And he thought about how she had 12 more to go after him. He slide is dick into her easily. He has never felt a pussy quite so warm and wet - soaking wet. The whore began cumming immediately. He felt her vaginal walls pumping on his dick. He just stood there, in total bliss. His dick was shoved up some beautiful whore that had just fucked a bunch of men, and she wanted more. He pulled his dick almost out and then shoved it in to the hilt, and stopped. The whore groaned. He pulled it back a second time and shoved it back in. He was so horny he could hardly hold back. He already wanted to cum and add his seed to her fuck bucket. #8 pulled back a third time, and as he crammed his dick back into her in one motion, he began shooting his load inside of her and adding his sperm to the rest of the group. He just held his dick there, balls deep as his cum pumped into her. He pulled out to look at his dick. Cum was running down his balls and was all over his dick. He smiled. The whore smelled like a whore. She smelled like a used whore. No one was more turned on by this than the whore herself. She thought to herself how she was the luckiest person in the room. She gets fucked by 20 guys, and gets to feel 20 fresh cocks fill her up. She smiled to herself -- and then she was suddenly jolted back to reality as dick #9 began fucking her. #9 picked up where #8 had left off. His balls slapped against the whore's shaven and nasty hole as he fucked her like a dog. He could hear a "skwishing" sound as he fucked her. This made an almost hydraulic look. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction -- every time #9's dick went into the whore, cum would shoot out of her cunt onto the man's balls and legs, and onto the floor. Squish, squish, squish went the fucking. A string of jism about 3 inches long swung back and forth from #9's balls. The whore's pussy was frothy white. It was covered with cum that had been whipped to a foam by repeated motion. He grabbed her hips, shifted gears, and began to pound her. He was determined to jamming his hips into hers as he came. "Do you like that cum you fucking whore?" he asked. She said nothing and just groaned. Her mouth was now full with #10's hard penis. #9 began to cum suddenly. The whore squinted and moaned, cumming with #9, but never taking #10's cock out of her mouth. Not that she could. #10 had his 7 inch cock shoved down her throat and there was nothing she could do about it -- even is she wanted to. #9 road his orgasm, pumping and pumping and pumping his cum in her. The cum of the first 9 men ran down his balls as he continued to add his to her hole. After #9 came in her, he pulled out. Pulling his dick out of the used fucking slut of a whore was like pulling the cork out of a bottle. Cum poured out of her and dripped into the floor. #10 pulled his dick out of the whore's mouth and went around to her used pussy. She had him so close to orgasm with her tongue and he stuck his dick inside of her just in time to cum. #11 took his turn and came inside the sloppiest pussy he had ever seen. #12 worked her over as if his dick was a piston. In and out he went until he shot his load into her already full pussy. #13 came in wave after wave. #14 fucked the whore for 30 seconds before he could hold back no longer. With every guy that came, it got the whore off and made her cum. If they came fast, she almost didn't have time to finish one orgasm before starting another. As number #15 pulled his dick our of the whore, she yelled at the room of men in impatient frustration, "hurry the fuck up! Who's next?! FUCK!" #16 almost ran as he hurried and slammed his dick into the whore to make sure she wasn't too long without a cock in her pussy. #16 fucked her fast and hard and soon he too was squirting his load inside of her. Then #17 walked up. #17 was a very thoughtful and clever man. The first thing he did was lean over and get his face very close to her's. Her eyes were closed and she was panting and whimpering softly. This little fuck slut was tired. But #17 was a bit older than the others in the club and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity. He took his time with this whore. He walked around behind her and squatted down. Sperm dripping out of her as if a faucet was not quite turned off. The pool of cum on the floor was bigger now -- enough so that he had to be careful not to step in it and slip. So much cum had been pumped into her and then fucked out of her that it ran all the way down her legs and stained her fuck-me pumps. #17 took his position behind the whore and smiled. He reached down, grabbed his dick and guided the head into her. Despite considerable girth, he slide inside of her easily. The whore was so exhausted that she barely let out any sign that she knew the next cock was taking its turn with her. She had been fucked for over an hour non-stop now. She had enjoyed more orgasms than she could count. Yet the little whore craved more. #17 fucked her in-and-out in a steady pace for several minutes. The whore's sopping wet pussy felt very hot. Then he stopped. He pulled his dick completely out of her to looked at it. His cock was covered with white cum. The sploog ran down his balls. He walked back around to the whore and lifted her chin up. She opened her eyes to see #17's cum covered cock in front of her face. "Suck my nasty cock you whore" he said to her. His cock smelled like sex. She loved it. She quickly took it into her mouth and it tasted even better. "Mmmmmmm.....," she moaned as she tasted the fuck juice of the 16 men that had used her so far. She had never felt so sexy or alive. She loved sucking cock and loved the taste of cum. She had never tasted this much before unless a cock was actually jumping and pumping in her mouth in the process of an orgasm. Her eyes bulged open as #17's cum covered cock, fresh from her own pussy, shoved down her throat and #18's cock was shoved up her pussy. Two men were using her. She continued to suck and get fucked, loving being the whore of 20 men. #17 felt his balls tighten and knew it was his time. He pulled his dick from her mouth as her tongue reached for him as he walked away. #18 was also close to cumming, but pulled out and waited to take his turn. The Asian schoolgirl fluffer was close by and he quickly stuck his dick in her mouth to make sure not to lose his mojo. #17 entered the whore again and immediately began squirting his seed. He came and came and came. When he was finished, he looked at #18. #17 withdrew, with cum running out of her, and #18 stuck his dick in her quickly, as if to put his finger in the dike and plug the leak. He immediately started to cum. To the whore, it felt as if one cock was cumming in her continuously for over a minute. #19 started in on her. He fucked her and worked her over good. She was so tired and worn out that it was hard to keep up with him. With every stroke the leather straps held her in place. She rested on them now and used them to her advantage. She could feel herself getting close to yet another orgasm. But, before she could cum, she could feel #19's hot semen filling her. As he took his turn with the whore, pumping his load, she got closer, but still didn't cum. She was just so spent. It was taking her awhile to catch up. She wanted to cum with him but she just couldn't get there yet. #19 pulled his dick from her. She opened her eyes to look back and see who was next. When she did, she noticed #1, #3, #7, #10 and #11 were stroking their cocks in her face. #3 started shot his load on her face and soon all five men were cumming on her face and in her mouth. She could smell their spunk and was turned on to know they were so horny after just cumming in her love canal. As these 5 men gave her a bukkake facial, as cum shot into her mouth and throat, she finally came. She had no penis inside of her, just the cum of #19 men. Her pussy lips laid open in a permanent hole. She no longer looked young and tight like when she walked in. As her cunt muscles clinched and flinched, it help to push the cum out of her. What a whore! What a nasty wonderful fresh-fucked whore she was. #20 walked up, the last to use the night's slut. Her face was covered in cum. She had white strings of cum in her hair. She straddled the horse, with cum running out of her pussy and down her legs. #20 reached down to the puddle of cum on the floor. He scooped it up and rubbed it on her ass checks, asshole and pussy. He scooped it up again with his other hand. She was a cum slut, no question about it. In went his dick. His body slapped against her cum covered ass, legs and pussy lips. Cum was now pouring down his own legs. Her pussy looked as if it had been covered in white icing. The whore licked the cum on her lips and began cumming. As her pussy walls clenched on #20's hard cock, it got him off. He shot his wad, cumming with her in spurt after spurt. #20 felt so good and turned on. But it was nothing compared to the whore. She felt euphoric. She smiled to herself, so happy to use these 20 guys for her personal pleasure. As cum dripped from her used twat, she was completely satisfied. The whore's straps were released from her wrists and ankles. Two men held her in each arm and helped her stand up. She smiled and the group of 20 men applauded for her lightly. She could feel the cum of 20 men running out of her. She could smell it and taste it on her face and lips. It was dripping from her shaven pussy lips, running down her thighs and legs. She was a thoroughly used and spent whore. The thought of it made her want to cum again. As she walked around the room the cum continued to run down her leg. The secretary held her hand up, look at the whore, and then looked around the room. "Gentlemen," he said, " thank you for cumming."