My Secret Fantasy: Five Men Just for Me

Hello, my loves. I’m Renata, and first of all I want to thank you for all the messages and votes you left on my latest stories. Knowing that you enjoy what I write gives me an energy you can’t even imagine.

Today I’m coming with something different. I’m not going to tell you a memory, or a night I’ve already lived. Today I’m going to confess my biggest fantasy, the one I still haven’t been able to fulfill and that has been haunting me for years.

It’s just one, always the same, and I can’t get it out of my head. I dream of being used by many men at once. I get wet just thinking about it: several cocks all for me alone, all my openings occupied at the same time. I’ve done threesomes and I love them, I’ve been lucky enough to repeat them more than once, but I’ve never gone beyond two men together. I want more. I want five, at a minimum. And if there are more, even better.

Five is the perfect number, I think every time I touch myself at night. One cock in my pussy, one in my ass, one in my mouth, and one in each hand. Every hole filled, every hand occupied. Let them hold me, turn me over, position me however they want as if I were a toy passed from one set of hands to another.

And I don’t want them gentle. I want men who aren’t afraid to use force, who enjoy a young body and take the freedom to do whatever they want with it. I want them to pull my hair, slap my face and my ass, spit in my mouth, squeeze my throat until I can barely swallow. I want them to treat me like a whore, because that’s exactly what I want to be that night.

***

I imagine it in an apartment I don’t know, with a huge sofa in the middle of the living room. A big sofa on purpose, so I can try every position that crosses my mind. The curtains closed, the lights low, and them already waiting for me.

I walk in wearing a skirt so short it covers nothing, high heels that force me to walk slowly, and a harness-style lingerie set that leaves my nipples and pussy bare. They’re already on the sofa when I open the door, all of them with their cocks in their hands, waiting to fuck me up.

—Come here, don’t be scared —one of them says, his voice calm.

I sit in the middle, among them all. My legs tremble a little and my heart pounds in my throat, but my need is stronger than my nerves. I start kissing the ones beside me, because there’s no better way to heat up the mood than with some good slow, deep kisses.

I let them caress my nipples while they kiss my neck. Their mouths move down my chest, my navel, my hips. Together they kiss every inch of my skin, as if they wanted to get to know my entire body before truly beginning. One bites my ear, another licks the inside of my thigh, another sucks my toes. I close my eyes and let them do whatever they want, thinking of nothing, just feeling them run all over me. Four or five mouths and ten hands at the same time, each one searching for a different place, and me in the center of it all, open, available, with not a single hidden corner.

It doesn’t take long for them to spread my legs. Two take turns licking my pussy while I blindly search for the cocks near me. They put two in my mouth at the same time and I suck them as best I can, choking, out of breath, and I love it. I want them to use me, to show me no mercy.

One brings oil and pours it all over my body, lingering on my ass to get it well lubricated. He massages my tits after sucking my nipples hard, until it hurts right at that limit where pain turns into pleasure. They lay me on my back with my legs open, and I take turns using my mouth on two while I jerk off the other two with each hand. Five men, five different ways of touching me at the same time.

Then one brings his cock to the entrance of my soaked pussy and pushes it in in one go. It’s big and it tears a scream out of me. He starts fucking me hard, relentlessly, preparing me for everything that’s still to come. He grabs my hips and I arch my back, biting my lip so I don’t scream too much. The others don’t stay still: while one is fucking me, the rest keep taking my mouth and my hands, taking turns, talking into my ear, telling me how good everything feels. Not a second of calm, and that’s exactly what I want.

Within a few minutes they lift me up and rearrange me. One lies down on the sofa and I’m seated on top of him, so he’s fucking my pussy from below while another opens my ass from behind and slips into me slowly, gaining ground little by little. Up front, a third fills my mouth, and with my hands free I jerk off the two who are left. I’m complete. Not a single opening is left over.

When I’m fully given over, they start adding things. They pull my wrists behind my back and tie them with something soft but firm. They blindfold me, and suddenly everything gets more intense: I can’t see anything anymore, I only feel. A hand finds my clit with a vibrator and pleasure shoots up my spine like a current I can’t stop.

They smack my ass with a belt, first slowly and then harder, and the stinging blends with everything else until I can’t tell one thing from another. Then they pass the same belt around my neck and tighten it just a little, just enough to make it hard for me to breathe. My eyes fill with tears, but not from fear. My senses are at their peak and every second is an explosion.

And then I come. I come once, and again, and again. I start squirting from coming so hard, soaking everything, trembling all over, unable to control my body. My orgasms are so intense they leave me weak, as if they’ve emptied me from the inside.

They come too. One finishes in my ass, another in my pussy, and I feel them filling me to the bottom. The others finish on me: on my face, on my tits, in my open mouth. I’m drenched, dripping, and I try to gather as much as I can with my tongue to swallow it. Dirty and used like this is exactly how I want to end up.

***

But they don’t let me go. Even though I’ve already come, they keep me tied up, playing with my clit and nipples while they whisper all the dirty things they can think of in my ear. I lost count of how many times I came. After a while of resting, almost all of them get hard again.

Now they’re calmer, more tired, so they don’t fuck me all together anymore. They take turns. One by one, they take their time using me however each of them prefers. One puts me on all fours and drives it all the way into my ass, hitting my ass cheeks with every thrust. When he finishes, he passes me to the next one without me getting even a second to breathe.

The next one prefers that I do the work: he sits me on top of him, with my back to him, in a reverse cowgirl, and lets me set the pace while he kneads my ass with both hands. Another chooses the classic missionary, but spits in my mouth and gives me a soft slap while staring straight into my eyes. Each one enjoys me in his own way, and I let them, I surrender, I become whatever they want me to be.

We spend hours like that. We fuck, stop to have a drink, eat something, and even in those pauses they keep treating me like their toy. They feed me champagne straight from the glass, make me lick their fingers, tell me how well-behaved I am. And when the urge comes back, we start all over again from scratch.

In the end, when none of them can take any more, pleasure has left my body wrecked. My legs won’t answer, my openings burn, my skin is marked and sticky. They kiss me one by one, almost tenderly, and I lie down to sleep among them all, still full, even enjoying that.

***

That’s my biggest fantasy: being used by many, all of them for me, filling every hole until the last orgasm my body can bear. To be told dirty things, to not be feared, to be ravaged beyond all limits. I hope one day I find the men willing to give me all the pleasure I imagine so many nights.

I hope you liked it. I’ve wanted for a long time to dare to share this thing I dream about and not just the experiences I’ve already lived. If you enjoyed reading me, leave me a comment and vote, because it makes me happy to know I help you find your own pleasure.

Huge kisses,

Reni.