I was recently given a task: "Write something erotic with Cum as the theme ... by tomorrow evening 17th should be ample time."
My initial reaction was to sulk. I don't like creative pressure. But like the good girl I am, here is the task fulfilled.
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We’re just chilling in bed, both in our own little worlds, me reading on my kindle app, you scrolling your phone.
I notice that you begin typing… a lot… it seems you are sending message after message after message, it piques my curiosity.
“What are you up to babe?”
“I have a meeting soon, I am just making sure everything is good to go”
“Oh are you off soon?”, my voice betrays a little of my disappointment, I was looking forward to spending more time chilling in bed.
“Not yet Princess”, you say, and having heard the disappointment you lean over to give my forehead a kiss.
Putting your phone down, you turn to face me and ask “so gorgeous… remind me, what was it you were saying the other day? About men and what you love to do?”
A coy grin begins to form, “mmmm, I love turning a man on. Makes me feel so good when he is solid hard because of me, and when he cums because I have aroused him so much, ugh that is peak praise”
You pull me into a hug, kissing me more and say “that is so hot babe”
Pulling back and looking me in the eyes you ask, “do you trust me?”
“Of course I do”
“Good, because I have a surprise for you. Move over here and lay back”
“Yes Sir” I smirk
“Good girl”
I move to the centre of the bed and watch as you grab the restraints from our bag. You secure my ankles and wrists to the bed, ensuring my legs are spread open for you. Next you strip the blanket from the bed, exposing my naked body.
“Beautiful”
“Thank you Sir”
“Remember if you want anything to stop you let me know ok?”
“Yes babe, I trust you”
“Good. Ok it’s time for that meeting”
I’m confused. Meeting? Now? But you just tied me? So many thoughts run through my head. Disappointment. Confusion. Excitement. Worry. What if you are gone for ages? How will I pee? In a spiral the thoughts go round and round and round.
You can sense it all, you smile to yourself and give me a reassuring kiss, “relax babe, I am not going anywhere”
There is a knock at the door. “Be right back” you tell me and leave the room. I can hear you in the other room, there seems to be multiple visitors and you’ve welcomed them in. I can hear you all chatting but can’t make out any of the conversation. After a few moments you come back to see me and say “time for that meeting”. You step aside and five naked men enter the room and surround the bed.
My eyes dart from man to man, to you, to man to man, to you. I take in their faces, their bodies, their cocks. A variety of body types and cocks that are already beginning to harden. My eyes settle on you again and you tell me “none of these men are going to touch you, but they are all here to be turned on by you and to cum for you”. My body reacts in such a primal way, I can already feel how wet I am and I let out a little whimper.
“Ready boys?” Your question is met with nods and affirmative words.
"Ready babe?”My answer is a massive grin and a nod.
You position yourself between my legs and run a finger through my folds, eliciting a moan from me. “So wet for us already”. Your words elicit another moan, 'us', god I am so turned on right now. I can see the men around us already stroking their cocks.
You dip your head between my legs and begin to feast greedily. I lose myself to the absolute bliss that you are creating. When you begin adding your fingers to the mix a pleasure fuelled moan leaves my body. Soon your mouth is gone and you are adding more and more fingers. You don’t always add so many but you can feel how soaked I am and know this is a good time. It’s not long before your thumb is added too, I know exactly what you are doing and the thought makes my pussy pulse and flood even more. “Fuck that’s hot”, one of the men says and they all position so they can see as your hand is beginning to disappear inside me. Knowing they are all watching and enjoying just feeds my pleasure. A cacophony of sounds fills the room; my moans of pleasure, the fap fap sounds of men enjoying themselves, and the wet sounds of my pussy as you pulse in and out, getting more and more of your fist in me each time.
My breathy moans become quick and shallow. I am close, so close but need something else. You know exactly what I need and with your other hand you begin to play with my clit. That tips me over the edge. My pussy clenches around your fist and I lose all thought and the ability to breathe as my orgasm hits. You remain still inside me as the shockwaves roll though my body.
“Fuck babe”, you say in awe “I am soaked all the way to my elbow. You sprayed everywhere!”
I can hear the adoration in your voice and blush from your praise.
“Ok boys, whenever you’re ready”, you instruct your ‘meeting associates’. As they surround me again you dive back between my legs, slurping at my release. I watch as they stroke themselves. One thrusts hard into his hand, another is jerking quickly, another is paying attention to his large mushroom head. Watching them play for me, and feeling you between my legs, has my next orgasm building quickly. The man on my left then erupts, his cum sprays all over my chest. The chain reaction is swift, his release sets me off again as I cum in your mouth and all around me the other men begin to cum. My stomach and tits are covered in their release. I feel cherished, owned, used.
“Excellent meeting lads”, you say to the men and direct them to the bathroom. Once they have all left the room, you trail kisses up my body. As you kiss my mouth tenderly you reach up and release my wrists. My arms instantly wrap around you, holding you close. You slide into me easily, you are gentle, loving, tender. Yet the lubricant helping your body slide against mine keeps the filthy act we just did front and centre in my mind (and I love it). With lots of kisses and whispered words filled with praise and adoration, you make love to me. It is not long before I feel your body go tense and your hot release fills me. I love the weight of you as you let your body relax on top of me.
We lay together cuddling and basking in the afterglow. Happy. Pleasured. Sated. Sleepy.
I can feel myself begin to drift off, my breathing deepens and sleep beckons until I hear you say “not yet babe, we’ve got to get you cleaned up”.

The men are gone. We have showered. The sheets have been changed. As we cuddle into bed, ready to finally give in to sleep, the only evidence of our morning meeting is the delicious ache between my legs and the smile that feels like it will never end.