My Diary: Entry 09 - Girl in a Cage - Sex Stories

My Diary: Entry 09 - Girl in a Cage

... curled up, finding it hurt to try to straighten myself out, opting to remain curled up like a hedgehog.

The man who was interested in me forced himself on me in such a fierce way that he scared me, and he slapped me senseless, holding me down and rearranging me underneath him as he stretched me out. Shocks of agonising pain jolted through me like I was being electrocuted. That all came as a relief thinking back as he rammed his huge juggernaut of a cock inside me; I thought it was his arm!

Other men joined us on the bed, jerking themselves off, jeering, "She's liking that! Fucking bitch! Listening to her crying, so annoying. Bitch needs to be shut up," having my mouth stuffed with one cock, and then two as they jostled to cram them in.

I felt so many hands holding me down, I had no idea how many there were, but there were a lot, I know that!

I did hear one of the guys shout, "This bitch sucks, but is she gonna give herself up for us, or we taking it?"

Louisa could be heard telling them the deal, "I do whatever the fuck I like... and, you won't be left wanting..."

There were raucous cheers from the men, and, calling above the din, Louisa made her voice known, "It will cost considerably more. You pay for what you get!"

Sounds of zippers and fluttering money bills filled the room, and I was abandoned on the bed. I turned over, still sobbing, and I watched as Louisa was lifted up by a couple of guys, and lowered onto their cocks. It was wild, and I'd never ...

... seen sex like that! I watched, with myself twitching from being used, and left to my own devices. I was compelled to coax myself to the beating rhythm of this, with nothing left in my head but needing to finish.

As I write this, looking back, I am so mad. I'm unbearably and hopelessly lost in how Louisa makes me feel. Obviously, I would do anything for her. I'm losing everything I have to be with her: my fiance, my family, my job, and quite possibly a home. I've absolutely lost my inhibitions, and, going cross-eyed as I watched Louisa surrender herself to a hotel room filled with horny hunks is as low as I've ever known myself, but is it bad that I enjoyed it?

Echoing around the room were her erotic evocations, and the men shouting things like:

"Take that, bitch!"

"That cunt on the bed can't get enough!"

"Her ass squeezes me good, I might pop a vein!"

"Bitch squeals even with a mouthful of meat!"

"Hope you've got room for dessert, cuz you're gonna be cream-filled!"

It was obscene!

Louisa was plonked on the end of the bed, and her head whacked against my chest, being ridden so hard up against me I thought she was going to go through and leave me splattered all up the wall behind us above the bed! She still encouraged them, "Come one, come all! Last orders! Time to leave something we'll remember you by... Oh, fuck yes... Ha, ha, hahahaha!"

All I remember was my eyes getting blasted with the men's salty spray, and desperately wiping to try to ungunk ...