Being here awakened something in me. Time and again I was stripped and bared, used by anyone who wanted me.
None of my friends wanted to come to this festival so I came all by myself. I had the whole weekend planned, every minute timed perfectly to make sure I saw every single band that I wanted to see.
I don’t know if I made it to a single show.
Because right from the start I lost myself to the crowd. I let them take me and use me. I let them bring me to heights of pleasure that I’d never felt before.
So many men around me. Their hands on my body and their hardness surrounding me. Suffocating me in pleasure.
I’m free to be used.
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When it was my turn next I turned to look at the line stretching out behind me. I could see a few likely candidates, men of varying body sizes and fitness levels who were eying me up and wondering how they could manage to get me alone.
Well, they were about to get their shot, we’d just have to see who bit.
“You know it’s ridiculous,” I said loudly and to everyone and no one, “Absolutely ridiculous that we have to use these showers one at a time. Makes far more sense to share, don’t you think?”
I winked at a particularly enticing candidate and smiled at another and then I turned and strolled into the showers, not waiting for a response or acknowledgment. They didn’t miss a beat, and as I reached for the door of the empty shower stall I felt the presence of someone big and muscular behind me.
Turning to look I saw to my absolute delight that it was not one but two gentlemen who had decided to take me up on my offer.
I stepped backward into the stall, shimmying out of my jeans and slipping my bra off, hanging the tattered and useless clothing on a hook as I flicked the shower on and stepped under the water. I closed my eyes and let it wash over me, feeling the warm water running down my skin and then feeling two pairs of hands joining me. Keeping my eyes closed I let them explore my body as I explored theirs, pressing against their hard bodies as their hands slipped and fondled mine.
I felt lips connect with my neck and my breast as my hands found their thickening and hardening cocks. I began to stroke them and moaned as fingers slipped past the lips of my sex and pressed inside of me.
With my eyes closed, it was a beautiful feast of pleasure, a sea of hard and masculine bodies pressing on me and pushing their pleasure into my skin. I let them take and guide me, relaxing as they pushed me to their knees and one of them thrust into my mouth.
I let him grip my head, holding me steady as he slowly but surely pressed his cock past my lips. I moaned and pleasured him, rolling my tongue back and forth over his shaft as both of my hands focused their attention on the other man’s cock. Using my fingers on both his shaft and his balls I tried to make up for the fact that this other man had my mouth, but he didn’t have to wait for long.
In a matter of thrusts I was pulled off of the first man and pressed onto the second, and I let him have his way with me as well.
There is something almost oppressively pleasurable about the confusion of sensations on my skin. The feel of their hands and their cocks and their bodies pressing into me and combining with the shower of water on me making it hard to think of anything but the pleasure of that touch.
And so I let it overwhelm me, let my focus narrow down until all I had in my mind was the pleasure pounding into me.