Perfect Filth

I’m panting.

Out of breath.

Heart racing.

I feel a cool breeze rolling over my naked skin. Time has slowed, I’m not sure why.

At the start of it all, they formed a circle around me.

Eight gorgeous men.

I was already on my knees.

Slowly they took their cocks out. I’d never been surrounded by that many. The smell of balls and pre-cum and manhood wafted from all around, intoxicating. I took a cock in my mouth, wrapping my bright red lips around it, smearing lipstick across the shaft, and stroked one in each hand. Some men would rest their cocks on my shoulders or gently hit my face with it to get my attention, so I would turn and switch things up. It worked.

They all wanted blowjobs but some also wanted to fuck my face. I let them. This was my first gang-bang and I was checking every fucking item off the cum-bucket list. They called me a good little whore as they fucked my face, and a perfect cum-slut, and I felt pride swell in me as their cocks drove in and out of my throat. The pool of spit on the floor beneath my face kept growing bigger, my knees soaked.

Hands groped my tits, pinching my nipples, worshipping me as I worshipped every hard rod around me with my mouth and tongue and spit. They slapped me with their cocks, covered me in pre-cum, and I just moaned and sucked. They fucked my face and I gagged and caressed and squeezed my tits and I hoped this evening would never end.

I paid to be used. They were very good at using.

Eventually, I felt a finger tease my asshole. I was still on my knees so I got on all fours and perked my ass up to make my tight little pucker easier to access. I felt someone pour lube on my ass crack and massage it deeper and deeper. One finger. Two fingers. Three. Then a cock.

Fuck.

Such a large cock. It filled me so good. It hurt so much, but another man had begun rubbing my clit and giving me pleasure, and another was under me, sucking on my tits, and I still had a cock in my mouth, and the pain mixed so perfectly with the pleasure and the perversion that I soon realized I was crying. I was overwhelmed. Stretched and used and fucked so uniformly, so perfectly. It moved me.

For an hour the eight men took their turn, on, behind, in front or under me. The three biggest cocks of the bunch took my asshole one after the next. There wasn’t one minute I didn’t have a cock in my mouth. They crawled under me so they could fuck my cunt while others took turns in my ass. They fit two cocks in my pussy, these men comfortable with each other, none of that homophobic bullshit. They came here to give me the fuck of a lifetime, rubbing dicks is just part of that equation.

I came too many times to count. Shaking, crying, moaning and screaming. They fucked every inch of me. I drank their spit, I begged for it. I begged for pleasure and for violence and for love and for spankings and for warmth and for cum oh god I begged for cum so much, so desperately, I needed cum all over me…

They took me on a ride and seven of them came on me, on my face and in my asshole and in my cunt and on my back and on my tits so they could watch me lick it back into my mouth and swallow it like a good girl (their words).

And now time has slowed — I don’t know why, because I’m elated, maybe? Euphoric? — and there is a breeze, brushing against my sweaty skin like a fingertip, and the man with the most beautiful cock, the most handsome man in the bunch, is the only one left who hasn’t cum.

I am back on my knees and he looms over me. He is covered in a glistening film of sweat and he looks like a fucking god.

“I’m going to fuck your face until I cum, ok?” he says to me, with a calm, authoritative voice.

“Ok, baby,” I moan.

“I’m going to be rough,” he says to me.

I nod yes with needy puppy eyes.

He proceeds to fuck my face, driving his cock down my throat and back with immense momentum. He owns me, fully. I am fingering myself as he fills my mouth with his cock. Pleasing this man while I please myself is nothing short of rapturous. He is so rough with his cock, but with his hands? The entire time, he’s caressing me, my cheeks, my jaw, running his fingers through my hair as he slams down the back of my throat. His cock is brutal but his hands are delicate, exploring me the way a sculptor might.

He pulls out just in time to cover my face and hair with cum. He gives me five huge loads, stroking and moaning a gorgeous, bewitchingly masculine moan as wave after wave of cum hit my pretty face. I moan with him, receiving his pleasure, letting it coat my skin, overwhelmed with gratitude.

I needed this.

I needed perfect filth.

I elect to skip the shower and get dressed instead, dampening my clothing with my cum-covered skin, watching pools of it seep through the fabric with mischievous satisfaction. I wave my eight lovers goodbye with a smile and disappear out the motel room's front door. They watch from out the window, making sure I get to my car safely. I drive home covered in cum, enjoying the feel of it on my skin, all over my face. The last testament to the evening I’ve had.

I park in the driveway. I see the light of a television screen shine against the white curtains that hang over the living room windows. The kids are probably asleep at this hour, but Mark is still up. I decide to finger-fuck myself. Here. In the car. I slide two fingers in my pussy and run my other hand across my face, smearing cold cum all over my skin and sucking my fingers clean. I cum hard and I moan with complete abandon, alone in the car.

I lick my hand clean of my juices and light a cigarette.

I stare out the windshield at our house.

At my life.

I stare for a long time.

I turn the key in the ignition, get the car running, and back out of the driveway…