I have written nearly all my stories from both the male and female points of view. I did a similar one for the 750 word challenge. This is a short one from just the woman’s viewpoint. I’m a man so would like feedback on where I’ve gone wrong, or maybe not.

Prior to submitting I read many stories on Literotica without giving stars, as an author I like to know what people think so please feel free to award stars, preferably 5.

I think it’s getting light, the blindfold is pretty comprehensive when it comes to not being able to see but I think there is some light filtered through. Dawn is at about five or six o’clock so I have been bent over this bench for four or five hours, in total darkness up to now and with ear muffs so I couldn’t hear anything. A clip on my nose so I couldn’t smell anything and there was nothing to taste.

So I was deprived of four senses which allowed me to concentrate on touch. Where to begin? My bum was sore from the paddling he had given me. My pussy was sore from the hard fucking he had given me and my boobs were sore from hanging down with nipple clamps and weights. But worst of all, instead of the soft leather against my lower chest and belly he had covered it with a dirty, spiky door mat, coconut matting I think it’s called.

He had fucked me while I was bent over the mat, pushing me backwards and forwards, my belly and ribs felt red raw. The weights on my nipples had swung about and I was dribbling all over the floor through the mouth gag. He finished off by fucking my mouth through the ring gag, most of his spunk ended up on the floor with my dribble.

I slept for a while and now I was waiting, I don’t know what for but something will happen soon even if it is only that I pee myself. If I do he will make me lick it up along with all my saliva, he likes a clean floor. My arms and legs are tied to the bench legs. I am so thirsty, breathing through my mouth all night, I have stopped dribbling, I need liquid in one end and out of the other.

Have I just felt a bit of a draught? Is something gonna happen? No all still again, I wish I could hear or see. “Wow,” a slap on my bum from out of nowhere. My heart’s pounding, what a shock, just one smack then nothing. What’s going on? More what’s going in? A finger on my pussy and working its way in. The finger was soon replaced by a cock and I was being fucked.

Woah, that’s different, what’s sir doing, it did not feel like him, it was peculiar but didn’t last long. The cock was out of my pussy and in my mouth after a short time. That’s not sir’s cock, it’s smaller, it tastes of me but not sir. What is he doing?

Yikes another cock in my pussy as well as this one in my mouth, I’m being spit roasted! Sir has never had anyone else fuck me. The stranger has cum in my mouth, a lot, a hell of a lot. It tasted different too.

The other one is out of my pussy now and in my mouth, they were a waste of space. No one would get satisfaction from that wham bam, not even a thank you (that I could hear.) Copious amounts shot into my mouth and dripped onto the floor.

Nothing! Fucked by two men and now nothing, just an uncomfortable feeling of being used. Gradually the feeling came back of needing a pee, drastically needing a pee!

The ear things and gag came off and sir said as he kissed my ear, “good girl,” and I dissolved into a puddle of desire, gratitude and love. Good fucking girl, of course I was a good fucking girl, I could have been fucked by a battalion of the Grenadier Guards and do nothing about it, I couldn’t fucking move, I had no fucking choice. So what the fuck how could I not be a good girl? I felt like screaming this at him!

“Thank you sir,” I said meekly.

The blindfold, nose clip and tit weights came off and he unfastened me. With permission I ran to the toilet, on my return sir was sitting in a comfortable chair, his cock rock hard. As I wondered he wasn’t one of those who fucked me.

“Clean it up,” were his only words and I was down on all fours licking up the drool and spunk. I made sure my bum was up in the air and facing sir, I had been fucked twice and was nowhere near coming until sir said ‘good girl’.

“You have been a very good girl fucking my friends like that, they really enjoyed you. So as a bonus, get on your back on the bed, legs up and open, eyes closed, you will be rewarded.” As if I had a choice about fucking his friends, the position I was in at the time but I’ll accept the reward.

So here I am laying back, legs open, eyes closed and hoping it would be sir and not his friends. Yes, a mouth on my not too clean pussy, yes sir’s mouth, nobody else can do that thing with my clit. In no time at all my pussy was on fire and my nipples were trying to break out of the clamps. He kissed up my body, my red and tender body, removing the clamps, ow, ow, ow, sucking my nipples as his cock effortlessly slid into me. Stretching me beautifully, I knew I was gonna explode all over him. I don’t often squirt but squirt I did. I locked my legs around him and pulled his sweaty body onto my sore and tender sweaty body and held my arms around him. The stinging ranged from just below my tits to just below my belly button.

Eventually I had to let him go, I lay back exhausted, arms and legs spread flat on the bed. He stood there looking at me with that look his, eyes burrowing into my soul, God I loved him so, I would do anything for him even fuck his friends when I had a choice if that is what he wanted. He smiled down at me and sat in the comfortable chair.

“You have made a mess of the bedding with your squirting, you really are such a dirty slut. So when you have finished making my breakfast you can get this washed and pegged out and when you have done that you can have a shower and put some clothes on. I will lay some out for you.” He smacked my bum to send me on my way.