I have a very active fantasy life. In my mind, I am enjoying the best sex of my life and my callers often plant seeds that develop into epic masturbation sessions. I have had the following fantasy for over a decade now and so far have not been able to make it happen, but someday I will.
I am tied. The platform beneath me cold and unforgiving. Around me candlelight glows, my eyes desperately searching the darkness for my captors. I hear them breathing. Stepping forward, the leader speaks, “Tonight you will be our canvas.”
Looking up from my prone position, I see the remaining of my captors join him encircling my body and standing over me as predator would a prey. Each man positioned around my body drops his robe exposing his nude and glistening body. Their cocks standing proudly hard from their bodies and their eyes raking over my skin starts a tingling throughout me. My sex dampens and my nipples tighten.
In unison each man wraps his hand around his hard cock and stroking his shaft. A few of the men lean down to wipe their cockheads over goose-pimpled skin sending sharp electrical shocks through my sensitive body. Their stroking steady and patient. Suddenly, I feel the wetness of precum being rubbed on my right thigh, my left ribs, my forehead and feet. Moaning builds around the circle as the strong hands milk their shafts. The energy in the room builds to a fever pitch as one by one each man explodes. Their hot, sticky cum splashing down on me and building to cover my entire body – hair, face, torso and sex.
Next, I feel the touch of fingers, cocks and tongues upon my body. Using the cum as their medium and me as their canvas, they worked together to evenly coat my body with their seeds. Some men feeding me cum from their tongues and fingers while others just groped and massaged my body. As I am being painted, the leader steps up on the platform and stands between my legs. He kneels and slowly, using a single finger, slides between my pussy lips. I grow embarrassed as he seems to take pride in the wetness of my sex. His fingers slide inside me beginning to pump in and out of me – fast and hard against my g-spot. Building and building, I cum and squirt on his chest. I watch as my juice rolls down his skin and over his hardening cock.
Each man, one after the other, followed the leader by making me cum on his body. The last man marked and my body is spent. Laying there unable to move and drifting between darkness and light, I allow myself to enjoy the sights, smells and sensations of being someone’s canvas.
@NiteFlirt