Diary of M | A Housewife Bondage Blog – Bound Gangbang (Entry 7)

But then Diary, about two hours later, dual pairs of footsteps returned.

“Hawke?” I whispered.

“Yes?”

“Thank God. I thought you left.”

“I see you’re ready to be fucked again, M.”

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, but now I’m late. My husband will wonder. I need to call him.”

“Oh, M, you’re such a dirty whore. The husband can wait.”

He walked away, and then I heard the sounds of undressing and mumbling between the two men.

“M, I know you can’t see anything, but describe what’s in your mind’s eye.”

I heard him chuckle and then the other man’s voice and the other man started laughing.

 “She can’t see anything, sir.”

“Well, then, imagine it. Go ahead, M, tell my friend what you see. Describe it.”

“I hear two voices, sir. Two men. One is behind me and one is before me. I’m tied up. The one behind me is talking to you, but I don’t know who he is. I don’t want to know.”

“Tell me what you feel, M.”

“I feel ropes, sir. Ropes biting my wrists, and I’m blindfolded.”

“You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you, M?”

“Yes, sir. I am. I’m a dirty whore, sir. I’m a dirty slut.”

“What do you want, M?”

“I want you to use me. I want you to take me, sir. I want you to use my body to your heart’s content. And the friend … I want him to do the same.”

“I see. And how do you know that I won’t leave you here, M? That I won’t go?”

“Because you want that other man to fuck me, sir. That’s why you returned.”

“Do you want him to ravish you, M?”

“I want him to use my holes, sir.”

“What are your holes?” Hawke asked in an amused tone.

“My holes are your toys, sir. They’re playthings”

“What are your holes, M?”

“My holes are your property, sir.”

“Very good.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for telling me that. You know I’m a filthy whore. You know I love it when you fuck me.”

I felt one man slide underneath me. He entered my wet vagina with a wiggle. Then I felt the other man’s hands on my buttocks. The second man’s fingers ran up my spine and into my hair. He bit my neck hard from behind. I yelped but pushed my ass back toward him as the man below me started fucking me. I gasped, “Yes. Oh, God. Fuck me. Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me.”

I pushed myself against the hard flesh in my pussy and then slid my ass back toward the other man, and the gentleman below me fucked harder. Then spittle hit my ass crack. The man in the back pushed the tip of his penis against my asshole, smearing it around. He jammed it in.

“Ah… Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

His prick snaked its way into my ass, and I moaned in ecstasy.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I wanted it. I wanted two men inside me.

“Are you ready, M? Are you ready for two cocks?” Hawke said from below.

“Yes, sir. Please, fuck me. Fuck my holes.”

The man behind me slid his cock in and out of my ass. At first, pain erupted from the area but after a few moments, I grew to enjoy the hot flesh moving inside me. It felt good to have a man overwhelm my asshole, and the pleasure inside my pussy mounted. The two cocks inside me moved in unison. One thrust while the other slid back. It was a delicious bound gangbang.

I needed this.

“You want this, don’t you?” the man behind me asked.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes. Oh, God. Yes.”

“You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?” he whispered into my ear.

“I want you to fuck me from both ends. I want both of you to ravage and abandon me. I want you to fuck me, use me, abuse me, ravish me, and then discard me.”

Hawke’s prick glided in and out of my pussy. I was so wet and open that I barely felt it inside. The fat cock in my ass moved slowly and deliberately, opening me. It felt good to have someone use my ass. My husband would never do that.

Hawke spoke again from below. “What are your holes, M?”

“My holes are your glory, sir.”

“Good. I’m going to fill glory now.”

His dirty talk inspired me. My fingers found my clitoris, and I played with myself. Male hands roamed over my body: fondling my breasts, slapping my ass, and molesting my body in my vulnerable bound gangbang. The cocks moved inside me in a sensual dance of flesh on flesh. I groaned loudly. The cocks moved inside me, rubbing against each other. An inhuman moan escaped my lips. Sweat trickled down my face.

On and on, the pair fucked me. Time passed as they had their way with me. I moaned and grunted as the cocks moved inside me. My pussy and asshole stretched to accommodate them. I wanted more. My hand left my clit to grab a penis—the one inside my pussy. I pumped it a few times and then ground my hips against it like a whore. I grabbed the other one behind me and pumped it a few times, and then jammed it back into my gaping ass. It felt wonderful. I wanted them to fuck me forever, to use my body in such a way that would satisfy their needs. I imagined them blowing inside me and it increased my hunger. My fingers found my clitoris again and pinched it hard. I needed to come. I wanted to come.

The cocks fucked my pussy and my ass continuously. My hips rolled around as they pumped me. My legs quivered, my arms shook, and then I tensed. The orgasm swept over me.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. I—”

“What a slut,” said the man behind me as I came hard.

“Yes … I am … a slut. I’m … a filthy … whore,” I panted the words.

“And you like being fucked by two men in a bound gangbang, don’t you?” he added.

“Yes … yes.”

My slurred words made the man behind me fuck harder, and I was about to come again. I was so close. I needed to do it a second time. But the extremes had only begun. Hawke’s cock left my pussy and for a second disappointment overcame me. But then this strange man who had shown me so much, jammed his cock into my ass, alongside his friend. I was so used at that moment that it slid right in with little effort. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Two cocks inside my ass—both at the same time. It felt amazing, them using my ass like this. Wide open … for their pleasure. They both fucked my bottom hole, hard and fast. The burning in my ass increased as the two cocks pistoned away at me. Pressure built in my head. Sensations became otherworldly. Two shards of flesh slid in and out, rubbing against each other, prying my asshole open more and more. I couldn’t believe it. I needed this bound gangbang. I had to have their semen.

They fucked me firm, tough, and rigid. Their hands moved over my body: one groped my ass, the other one explored my breasts. My head hurt, and the pain in my ass mixed with the pleasure in my pussy and the aching in my face made me want to come so much harder.

Then something else unexpected occurred, Diary. My mouth hung wide open, panting, when suddenly a third cock entered my mouth from nowhere. I hadn’t heard the man approach because the anal attention had mesmerized me. A surprise, but I liked it. The third weapon moved back and forth inside my mouth. It tasted marvelous, salty, and I wanted to suck him dry. I suckled his rigid flesh, and then the man pushed his rod deeper down my throat. Taking it was difficult and it hurt, but I loved it. I wanted to choke on a cock. My hand found my clitoris again as the three men pumped me from all directions in my bound gangbang. The pain became overwhelming but the pleasure also increased so that it felt right. I wanted them to take me in such a nasty way.

Then, without warning, something warm and sweet filled my mouth in spurts. I came, knowing the mystery man had ejaculated in my mouth. The third man moaning inspired the other two men to pump my ass harder. Then the stranger behind me blew his furious load inside me while Hawke continued pumping my hole. His cock glided effortlessly in and out because of his friend’s spent semen. With a roar, a white-hot explosion of spunk and fury came from Hawke as he blasted his seed deep inside my anus. His sperm mixed with his companion’s runny load. Hot ejaculate filled my ass and I groaned in ecstasy.

The three spent cocks left my holes at once, and I collapsed to the ground. Buckets of semen ran from my tired ass and open mouth. Then I heard them all leave. Diary, I was alone, totally used, and abandoned with semen pooling on the cement. I was in housewife bondage heaven. A few minutes later, Hawke’s voice returned.

“Are you satisfied, M?”

Hawke yanked the blindfold off. He stood before me, clothed and showered. My unorthodox lover tossed a towel next to me. Why did this abandoned print shop have a shower and towels? Perhaps I wasn’t the first woman brought here. He untied my hands and I collapsed to my side.

“I’m great,” I muttered.

“Good, then go home. Figure out what you will tell your husband.”

“Wait. What about you? Don’t you want to … do anything else?”

He chuckled. “No. That’s all you get today.”

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