THEME: Anonymous sex, masked strangers, humiliation kink, domination, multiple men.

KINKS: Anonymous breeding, voyeurism, public degradation, restraint, deep-throating, come marking, rough use, objectification, praise/degradation mix

I sign the contract without even reading a line of it.

... That's because I don’t need to, I already know what's inside it, and I want it.

I want it so bad that I'm not even thinking twice about it.

I want the shame and the risk of finally doing the wild, secret part of me that no one knows

So now my owners for the time being lead me into the room blindfolded with my wrists tied behind my back and my heels clicking against the cold marble floor.

It's all so dark behind my mask that all my senses are heightened and I can hear them breathing.

Suddenly someone steps forward and whispers into my ear.

“You’re stunning.”

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous.

Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean.

“She’s trembling.”

“She’s ready.”

“Slut already knows what she came for.”

Slut.

That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together.

I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at.

Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

Therapy didn't work on me, and I don't want it to, what I want is for these men to fuck me raw.

Now hands grab my waist and my breath stutters.

Then the blindfold comes off.

... And I see that I’m on a circular platform surrounded by masked men in suits.

Although their faces are hidden from my view, I can clearly see their eyes locked on me like I’m their prey.

... Or no... property.

One of them in a gold mask walks towards me calmly with his hands in his pockets.

He’s taller than the others, with thicker, broader shoulders and my lower belly clenches at the dominant energy that's pouring off him like heat.

I want to get down on my knees for him already, and I bite my lips, letting out a small whimper.

... And he notices it.

His eyes fall on my lips, then on the rest of my body and he announces.

“She’s mine tonight."

The others don’t object to that; that must mean that he's the main one in charge.

Instantly my body reacts, and I’m soaked, quivering and waiting for what his domineering man will do to me.

Will he make me feel used?

Will he make me feel every shame, degrade me and make me cum in dirt like the whore I am?

He circles me slowly, appraising me like I'm something expensive he intends to ruin.

Ruin me please.

“Have you been used before?”

“N- No,” I answer instantly and he lifts my chin up with one gloved finger.

“Do you want to be?”

I nod, feeling breathless.

“Say it.”

“I want to be used.”

He runs his thumb in a circular motion through my jaw and chin, then nods.

"Good girl.”

My hands are then untied, but I still don’t move.

However he makes the first move, grabbing my throat and pulling me to him.

"Close your eyes," he gruffs out and I do.

Instantly his lips are on mine, brutally and punishing, his tongue dominating mine until I whimper.

“She moans like a toy,” one of the masked men says.

“Let’s see how she gags,” another murmurs.

Gold Mask kissing me pulls back and chuckles.

“They want a show.”

I know what he means by that, so I don’t speak instead I drop to my knees.

I reach for the front of his pants and try to unzip it, but he slaps my hands away and unzips it by himself, pulling what I've been after out.

His cock is thick, very veiny and leaking with precum, and I take it into my mouth like I’ve been starving, running my tongue over it as much as I could with it inside my mouth.

But he doesn’t give me time to adjust, he grips my head with his hands and begins to thrust.

He's slow for the first five seconds, then faster and harder, and I stay perfectly still on my knees taking it all like his good little bitch.

Then I gag, and drool, and spit floods down my lips to my chin.

“She’s perfect,” someone says.

“She likes being humiliated,” another whispers.

I do, and I love it.

Gold Mask pulls out, and I gasp for breath, then he slaps his cock across my face.

“You’ll remember this taste when you sleep.”

Then he grips a fistful of my hair and bends me over the pedestal of the platform, ripping my dress open.

Very easily, my dress tears and I’m totally bare, exposed to their eyes.

... And Wet.

He spreads my ass, showing me off to the other masked men.

“She’s dripping,” he announces.

“Look at her, she's a mess already.”

They all growl at this and clap their hands to together, noisily showing their approval of my reaction.

And I feel pride and happiness bloom in my chest for this praise I've received, and pussy leaks some more.

Then----- he slaps my pussy, and I scream, feeling the sting from his hit blend with pleasure.

“You’re going to thank me for every thrust,” he says.

“Ye--- yes, Sir.”

Suddenly I feel the tip of his cock nudge at my pussy opening, and then he drives into me in one violent, glorious stroke.

I cry out, but he doesn’t stop.

He pounds me in front of them, fucking me openly and using me like the plaything that I am.

“She was born for this,” he mutters.

“Whose slut are you?” he demands, his voice coming out guttural.

“Yours!” I scream.

Dully, through the corner of my eyes, I see that the other masked men have taken out their cocks and are stroking themselves, but I don't get much of a look as He chokes me lightly, thrusting deep into me at that spot.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, and he keeps fuking me deeper.

“You belong to the mask now. You’re nothing but an anonymous cum- doll; Do you understand?”

“Yes---- use me---- please------”

Someone walks to us then, and He pauses, giving me time to catch my breath and look up to see who it is.

It's a man wearing a silver mask.

He cups my left breast, and squeezes it.

“Can I taste her?” he asks and Gold Mask grunts.

“Take one taste only, then she’s mine.”

Silver Mask nods then lowers his head and sucks on my nipple hard, grazing it with his teeth until I moan, closing my eyes in pleasure.

Then I feel another mouth on my right nipple, and I buckle from the intensely confusing and delicious feeling of two men sucking on both of my breasts.

I gasp then moan again, my body’s on fire.

They’re touching me, watching me and owning me.

... And I want more, so much more.

“I’m going to breed you,” Gold Mask snarls with his dick still in me and jolts his hips forward, so forcefully that the two men sucking on my breasts let go instantly.

I cry in protest, however he just slams into me again, and again, and again, and again, untill I can see nothing but stars.

“I’m going to come so deep inside you that your womb remembers me.”

I come instantly, screaming, and convulsing, and my pussy clenches around him like it’s begging him to fill me.

... And he does.

Growling, he releases inside me, pouring hot, thick spurts until I feel it dripping down my thighs.

Then he pulls out and slaps my ass, then steps back as I collapse to my knees, completely breathless and dripping in cum.

Suddenly, Gold Mask stands in front of me, cups my chin and forces me to look up at him.

“You don’t know my name do you?”

I shake my head in response.

“You never will, but this your holes remembers me now.”

Then he walks away, followed by the other masked men till I'm left alone.

... And I sigh.

The contract said this was for only one night, but I know now----

That I’ll come back, again.

... Then again.

...Because I’m not ashamed of my needs anymore, I’m starving.