With a resigned look on his face, the guy came over and started unwrapping them. He was none too gentle about it though, and I squealed a few times during the process. I was sort of disappointed, because even though they had been starting to look a little purple, both I and the guys were enjoying the way they’d been tied up.
Of course, the guy who’d tied them up wasn’t the only one at the party who was a fan of abusing my boobs. Several other guys pulled, squeezed, or even slapped my tits as they fucked me, their comments making it clear this was something they did not get to do back home with wifey.
I was so turned on by this treatment, I began to encourage them like the horny slut I was.
“Oh, god, yes. Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
That pushed the guy who was currently fucking me over the edge, and I felt him begin to come.
“Yes, pump that cum into me. Ohh, that’s it — fill up my pussy,” I yelled.
He did, giving a little groan with each slow thrust as he emptied his balls in me. He pulled out, and was quickly replaced by the next guy in line.
“You like these titties? You like being mean to them? I love it when you’re mean to them,” I moaned.
By this point, it was almost an out-of-body experience, endless cocks pounding me, so turned on that I was in that place where anything they did to my tits translated directly into streaks of painful pleasure.
I couldn’t actually feel their cum as it jetted deep into me, despite that being a common assumption, and one that a lot of porn promotes. But once it ran back out I could certainly feel it as it trickled over that little stretch of skin between my pussy and asshole, and then down the crack of my butt cheeks. Every time I moved at all on that vinyl seat, I was reminded how much of it was pooling under me. If their goal was to see a girl glued to a barstool by their dried semen, they were well on their way.
Not that it was getting much chance to dry, since at regular intervals it was supplemented by a fresh load. Now that it was getting to be the end of the night, the guys who had fucked me earlier without coming, were all lined up to finish in me now.
If that sounds like a complaint, it definitely is not. When most guys are getting close to their orgasms, their thrusts become really serious. Don’t get me wrong, the fucking that leads up to that point is great, but that last flurry of excited thrusts just before they come is one of my absolute favorite feelings.
So having most of the guys who were fucking me at this point just going at it hard, focused on their goal of coming was amazing. And, of course, so was the overwhelming pain and pleasure from their casual abuse of my tits, which were still sensitive from being tied up.
I leaned back on the stool as far as I could — head thrown back and eyes closed, surfing the waves of sensation that emanated from my pussy and tits. I had yet another orgasm, and had to ride out the intense sensitivity it caused, as the cock pounding away in me didn’t even change pace as I writhed on it, moaning. The guy came, and I waited to feel the next cock slide into me, but my pussy remained empty. I opened my eyes, and saw that, finally, everyone at the party who wanted to fuck me had apparently done so.
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