By Matt 's Command

I moan through the ballgag, my body filled with pleasure, naked, bound and exposed before them. I caught them discussing something around me, but could not pick up exactly what. I felt a hand on the right side of my back, and I felt an orgasm race through me. I remained where I was, submitting to them, the bonds upon me all the more clear as I remain before them, with my head down, ass up before them.

At fealing a hand lightly on my exposed ass, I hear Matt's voice booming, "OK, The slut's mine, but for the moment, I'm making her free for your use." That's all he needed to say, and quickly, I hear them forming a line behind me. In hardly a moment, I felt someone grab me around the waist, their rock-hard member plunging into my waiting and willing body. I moaned as loudly as I could, feeling his member plunging deep into me with the first thrust. I felt my body rocking back and forth as he claimed me, slowly and casually using me.

I orgasmed hard, feeling his member being rammed deeper into me with each gyration. I felt orgasm race through me as I was openly used, my only thought being how much I wanted, no ... needed, to be taken and used. I felt a hand pull on my hair, pulling my head back, my back arching as he slammed himself deeper into me, forcefully now claiming me. I heard their buddies making a variety of amused hoots and hollers, waiting their turn at me. I heard him, whoever he was, chuckle, as he took his time claiming me.

Not that I had anywhere to go, or wanted to go, anyway. I felt him start slowly, rhythmically thrusting himself into my shaved mound. I climaxed then, my juices dripping down my leg, as his balls bounced against my folds. I cried out, loud as I could, given the ballgag, as he made casual use of me, taking his time to enjoy using me, his friend's new Slut.

I felt him pounding me, his grip on my waist and hair tight, and his balls smacking into my soft, sensitive skin with each thrust. I felt pleasure rising up in me, the time between each orgasm decreasing as he claimed me. I felt him using me before them, and I did not care; I only wanted them to use me.

I felt him increase in speed, slowly at first, but now he was forcefully pounding me fast, my body being shoved forward with each thrust. Rocking back in time for the next thrust, my orgasmic cries were as loud as I could through the ballgag, my body straining slightly against my bonds, and my only thought was for him to continue. My body rocking, I found myself doing what I could to be in place for him, even as he stretched my insides for his own purpose. I climaxed hard as his load exploded into me, painting my insides, and hitting my womb. He relaxed the rest in a few more thrusts and rubbed himself off on my ass before stepping aside, rubbing his hand on my ass as he stopped to one side.

He had barely let go of my hair for a moment before the next guy jabbed himself into me, plowing his hard cock into me. I moaned loudly, my body responding quickly to the newcomer's arrival. He worked in a rather typical fashion, starting his thrusts slow, slapping my ass with his free hand, and holding onto me with the other. He did not take long before his need led him to rush, his balls now slapping hard upon me, as he plunged deep into me.

My pleasure raced higher with it, my gasps quick, my breath ragged, as his friends cheered him on. It was not long before he shot his own 'paint' inside me, made sure to unleash all of it, and stepped aside. He walked before me as another swiftly claimed me, rubbing his cock upon my clit teasingly before ploughing himself into me. One of them stood before me then, lifting my head up with their hand, giggling softly as they looked me in the face. I simply looked back, moaning loudly, my breath ragged between my cries of pleasure.

They laughed as they looked me in the face, enjoying having me available freely for their desires. I gasped but did not resist, as one of them placed their hand upon my neck. I did my best to stay in place, rocking softly with each thrust. I felt myself string as the hand's grip tightened on the sides of my neck, not so gently **** me. I caught sight of my reflection in a nearby mirror, my face turning a deep reddish shade, my body bucking as I was used. I climaxed even harder then, subliminally letting them have their way with me, even as they choked me. Their laughter increased, and they enjoyed the experience.

They did not let go even once the third guy finally released his own cum into me, and once he unloaded it in its full measure, did he pull out of me and walk around, giving each of them, in turn, a high five. The next man in line claimed me, clinging tightly to me as he took me roughly, clearly only concerned with his own pleasures.

I moaned loudly, my head being let go, but they were still checking me, and I submissively allowed them to keep using me, my only desire was for them to keep doing it. I moaned, feeling myself orgasm, shooting one after another, orgasms racing through me as I'm used by each of them in turn, until they all have gotten their chance to unleash their .... pleasures within me. Just as the last one was finishing up, filling me with his load, did I hear a different male voice speak out ... older, full of authority, and ... inquiring?