I Asked Thirty Strangers to Use Me for Days

I'll be honest, since that's what I write for.

My name is Lorena, and I sign my stories with that name. Years ago I discovered this site and, although I haven't published much, I've read a lot. Almost always with one hand busy, imagining I was the one on the other side, the one who ended up used however the person in front of them pleased.

I'm not ashamed to say it: I'm a slut. I've been sleeping with a lot of men for years, and every time I try something, I want something harder. The problem is that most of them get scared. The idea turns them on, but when it comes down to it, they back out.

Until almost a year ago, when I found a way. Through some friends I started moving around discreet places where private parties are organized; I'll tell that story another day. At one of those contacts I found a subscription website where everyone posts who they are and what they're looking for. Jesus Christ. At first I read and read without being able to stop, feeling everything getting soaked just from imagining what some people were asking for.

One day I dared to write about what I wanted. It didn't take long to get a reply.

If you've read anything of mine, you'll know I don't beat around the bush, so let's get straight to it.

Through that site I arranged a date with thirty men. We agreed on one thing only: that they would fuck me relentlessly for days and do whatever they wanted with me. No half measures. Just remembering it takes my breath away.

***

On the agreed day I was already burning up. So you understand the setting: I come from a well-off family and I have a huge house, with a garden and a pool, on an isolated estate in the mountains. That's where I invited them. No one around for miles.

They arrived and I was in for a surprise: all young, all fit. When they stripped down to get into the pool, I swear my swimsuit stuck to me from how wet I was. I was the only one wearing anything, a tiny bikini that covered nothing.

We spent a while with a few drinks, between the water and the loungers. Then one of them came up behind me, grabbed me, and started touching me without asking. When he felt how turned on I was, he forced me to taste my own fingers and pushed me down by the neck until I was on my knees. He shoved it into my mouth hard.

I was out of my mind. While I worked him with my mouth, I groped around until I found two others and started jerking them off at the same time. The first one grabbed my hair and fucked my throat deeper and deeper. I felt everything throbbing, felt myself leaking without anyone even touching me.

They took turns. They moved from my hands to my mouth and from my mouth to my hands, taking turns as if I were a toy they passed around between them. And I loved it. That's exactly what I love: being used without restraint.

***

They took me inside the house, where it was a bit cooler, and threw me onto the sofa as soon as we got in. I spread my legs and started touching myself to tease them, desperate for them to fill me already. But they held my wrists so I couldn't.

Instead of giving it to me, they started taking turns going down between my legs. You can't imagine how they did it. I tried to move, grind against them, find just the right friction to finish, but they had my hips held tight. I moaned nonstop.

And every time I was about to come, whoever was licking me would stop dead.

I arched, searching for that tongue that was no longer there. I twisted. When I stopped trembling, another one would masturbate me hard as hell, with his whole hand, which slid in without effort because I was so turned on. I begged him not to stop.

—Yeah, fuck, make me come, give me what I came here for —I begged them.

But right before the finish he would yank his hand away and I'd howl with pure frustration. I tried to complain, to remind them of the deal. One of them covered my mouth with his, held my face, and shoved himself all the way down my throat so I'd shut up. That only made me even worse.

We went on like that for a good while: me sucking one after another, them playing with a suction toy between my legs and pulling it away at the last second, over and over, leaving me on the edge without letting me cross it.

***

When I couldn't take any more, I truly begged. And then the tallest one in the group stepped forward, a huge guy with a smile that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Just seeing him made me gush. The others clapped and whistled as he shoved me against the sofa.

Four of them held my arms and ankles to keep me still. He grabbed my hips with those huge hands and started taking me slowly, just the tip, pulling back whenever I needed him most. The others laughed at my pleas.

And meanwhile they kept rotating: one cock after another going in and out slowly, torturing me, not letting me finish. I felt like I was going to burst. Every time I got close, whoever was inside me pulled out and I came apart from sheer desperation.

Then I came up with a plan: act like the biggest slut they could imagine, get them so worked up they'd lose control and give me what I'd been asking for for hours. It cost me nothing, because that was exactly how I felt.

I dropped to the floor and, when they came close, I lunged at the first one within reach and sucked him until I was almost out of breath. At the same time I rubbed, jerked, and ground myself against everything I could reach. I let them fuck my face like I was a doll.

My plan had one flaw: they got turned on, yes, but so did I. Everything in me was throbbing with every thrust into my mouth. When the cock I had gave me a break, I looked at them and begged on my knees. I got onto all fours and offered them everything I had.

***

One of them shoved it straight into me from behind. I was so soaked it went in first try, with no resistance. I screamed, but not from pain, and started moving against him, chasing an orgasm that had been eluding me for hours.

This time he didn't stop. He sped up like an animal and, when I came, I came in a way I'd never felt before, my whole body clamping shut. Another one replaced him immediately, adding a vibrating toy between my legs while he fucked me from behind.

I don't even know how many times I came like that. I moaned, sucked, came, and started again, but I still wanted more. When they finally started cumming, they did it standing in front of me so I could swallow every last drop. And I loved it, because I've always liked that.

When they'd all emptied themselves, they threw me into the pool. But even in the water they didn't leave me alone: one of them took me from behind again and I begged him to keep going. We stayed like that for almost an hour, and I came three more times.

***

My legs could barely hold me when they pulled me out of the water. They set me astride one of them stretched out on the grass and, while I moved on him, another came up behind me. He whispered in my ear what he planned to do to me. I recognized the voice of the tallest one, the one who had tortured me at the beginning. I was a little scared, I'm not going to lie, but another gush slipped out of me too.

I felt the second one trying to get in. I leaned forward to make things easier for them, rubbing myself against the two of them fighting over the same spot. I was so stretched from everything that had already happened that the second one went in in no time. I screamed like never before. Feeling both of them at once, going in and out, drove me completely insane.

After everyone had had a turn there, they took me back to the pool to rinse me off. And immediately they hauled me back out to the sofa.

—Do you want us to give you what you've been asking for all afternoon? —one of them asked.

In response, another gush escaped me. They lined up, I sat on the edge with my legs wide open, and then I understood their plan. They had kept me on the edge on purpose for this: one by one, each of them gave me a single thrust, all the way in, brutally hard. Thirty in total. With each one I came once. By the time they were done, I was a shuddering wreck.

***

And I still wasn't finished. I'd asked for days, and the first few hours hadn't even passed.

They put me impaled on one of them and, without warning, added a second one from the same side. It slid in first try and made me shriek with pleasure. They started fucking me as hard as I'd dreamed since I saw them arrive, while I sucked a third and jerked off two more.

When I could speak, I decided to keep teasing them:

—Have you forgotten about my ass? Nobody's taken care of it in ages.

No sooner said than done. They shoved a huge toy up my ass and kept going, they and the device, without pause. I could see myself as what I wanted to be that afternoon: a body with three holes they took turns using without worrying about anything else. They came on me, marked my skin, and all I could think was that I wished it would last forever.

***

What came after that blurs together in my memory. I remember a bed with my head hanging off the edge and all of them taking turns in my mouth until they emptied themselves down my throat. I remember collapsing and waking up at dawn with one of them on top of me, taking me from behind again. I remember coming at the same time as him and, when I heard myself scream, seeing the others come into the room.

In the morning they brought out a machine, some kind of motor with a dildo mounted on an iron bar that moved on its own at whatever speed they set. They told me they'd never turned it up to the maximum. I, of course, said yes.

They laid me on the dining table and tied my ankles to the legs so I couldn't move. I asked them to put it in my ass. They happily agreed. I can't explain what that was like: I came like a fountain, over and over, with the machine never stopping, each orgasm linked to the next.

When they took me down, I fell to the floor. My legs couldn't hold me anymore.

***

I spent three weeks on bed rest recovering from that weekend. More than three days straight, sleeping only a couple of hours here and there. I never counted how many times I came; I lost track right away, but it was far more than you can imagine.

As soon as I could feel my body again, I went out looking for some random guy. And even though he fucked well and I came, it wasn't the same. Nothing was ever going to be the same. I needed to have them all again, to myself. I needed to feel two and three at once, to lose control for hours. And I knew exactly how to get it.

I dialed a number.

—Hello?

—Hi, Damián. It's Lorena. Do you remember me?

—How could I not remember you. Why are you calling me? Did you still want more?

—Well, honestly, yes. You, your friends, and anyone else you have handy can come whenever you want. And if you all come at once, even better.

—Fuck, Lorena, you've got me hard again already. What are you doing this afternoon?

—I hope it'll be with you all —I said, while I started touching myself.

—Count on it. This afternoon there'll be at least forty of us. What do you say?

***

I was dripping again when I heard the cars coming up the estate road. I went out to meet them completely naked. Without even going into the house, I dropped to the ground and started with the first one to arrive, who grabbed my head and used my mouth without restraint.

—Finally —I told them between thrusts—. Wreck all my holes, please.

And they did. This time they came prepared, with huge toys they shoved into me two at a time. Since then I meet with them at least once a month, and they make sure I'm satisfied.

Anyone else want to join? I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy it.