October 23, 2025 • 22 mins
At Unbound Goddess, there is only one rule. You can never stand still. You must... Choose.
This Episode's Choice:
You choose to be immersed in the desire of ten men. In a stark white room, you become the center of a powerful ritual. One by one, ten different men approach, each offering a unique style and intensity, teaching your body a new language of pleasure and endurance. Filled, painted, and overflowing, you discover that absorbing that much raw desire is the most powerful you've ever felt, culminating in a tidal wave of ecstasy.
You can vote for what happens in the next episode here!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled Unbound Goddess and is written by our own Roxy Callahan.
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
This Episode's Choice:
You choose to be immersed in the desire of ten men. In a stark white room, you become the center of a powerful ritual. One by one, ten different men approach, each offering a unique style and intensity, teaching your body a new language of pleasure and endurance. Filled, painted, and overflowing, you discover that absorbing that much raw desire is the most powerful you've ever felt, culminating in a tidal wave of ecstasy.
You can vote for what happens in the next episode here!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled Unbound Goddess and is written by our own Roxy Callahan.
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hello, my lovely, this is Roxy Callahan and welcome to
season two of Choose, the Erotic Podcast, where you get
to decide what happens next.
Speaker 2 (00:15):
You wake with a director's final choice echoing in your mind,
a stark, explicit fork in the road bukaki or a
gang bang. Lying in your bed, you let your mind
drift to the first option, Bukacki. At first, the word
itself conjures not just a sense of messiness, but a
(00:35):
feeling of being drowned. Come in your nose, in your eyes,
and just covering you. It feels overwhelming. But as you
push past the initial reaction, a different picture forms. You
imagine the feeling of it. The shocking, almost searing heat
of a man's orgasm as it hits your skin, the
(00:57):
thick scent, the surrender of being a destination for their pleasure.
There's a strange, undeniable erotic charge to the idea of
feeling their orgasmic heat on your face, on your breasts,
your stomach. It would lack a deep connection, though you
could look up and see the man's eyes as he comes,
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see the pleasure contort his face, But you would be
an ornament, a place for him to leave has come.
Then you consider the other alternative, a ten man gang bang.
The phrase itself has a somewhat impersonal, almost industrial feel,
an assembly line of cocks. Could that truly be erotic?
(01:39):
But then you think about the dynamic of it. Ten
men waiting not just for anyone, but waiting to fuck you,
lining up for the privilege. The sheer, crushing weight of
that much desire all focused on you is an intoxicating thought.
It's a kind of power you've never imagined. You let
(02:01):
your thoughts linger on the actual sensation. What would it
really be like to feel ten different cocks inside your pussy,
one after the other. Would you be able to tell
the difference, the subtle variations in size and girth, and
the texture of the head, the angle of the curve,
would they be rough gentle? Would they fuck you fast
(02:24):
or slow? And the biggest question of all, would they
come inside you? What were the rules of this ritual?
A hot, liquid thrill runs through you. This is the
way to go the questions. The unknowns aren't scary anymore,
they're intoxicating. The BOOKACKI is a painting. The gang bang
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is an immersive experience. You want to be immersed you
find the director in his office, and he seems to
know your decision before you even speak. I have some
questions about the gang. He simply nods, waiting the men.
Do they finish?
Speaker 3 (03:06):
Of course, each man fucks you until he comes.
Speaker 2 (03:11):
Your breath catches in your throat, And where do they
come for the first time? His answer is truly shocking,
strioping away any pretensive control you might have imagined.
Speaker 3 (03:23):
That is up to him inside you, on your ass,
shot onto your back. You are there to be on
your hands and knees and get fucked. Your only role
is to receive.
Speaker 2 (03:35):
He let the words sink in his gaze on wavering.
There's no negotiation, no room for preference. It's an act
of total, absolute surrender to the desire of others.
Speaker 3 (03:46):
Are you ready, Goddess?
Speaker 2 (03:48):
A shiver runs through you, a potent cocktail of terror
and ecstasy. There is only one possible answer, yes, he smiles.
Speaker 3 (04:00):
Then go to the Sunstone Room. They will join you shortly.
Speaker 2 (04:05):
You walk into the Sunstone Room and your breath catches
in your throat. The room is simple, dominated by a low,
wide bed covered in a plain white sheet. It's silent
and empty save for a single figure standing near the
bed the director's assistant. A cold knot of dreadforms in
your stomach. Her presence here, in this most vulnerable of moments,
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feels like a violation. She looks up from a clipboard,
her expression unreadable.
Speaker 1 (04:34):
Get undressed and get on your hands and knees.
Speaker 2 (04:38):
You shed your clothes, shooting a glance at the assistant,
who stares at you, her face unreadable. Your body trembles slightly,
though not with fear. As you are about to climb
onto the bed, she tosses a small plastic bottle at you.
It's lube.
Speaker 1 (04:55):
Unless you're sopping wet already, you'll need it for the
first one.
Speaker 2 (04:59):
A smirk finally through her professional facade. But trust me,
he won't need it after that. She gives a wicked
little grin and steps back, leaning against the wall to watch.
You're not happy about her being there, but you rationalize
that it must be for your safety, a chaperone in
this temple of depravity. You crawl onto the bed, assume
(05:20):
the position, and hear her walk to the door and
open it. The first man enters and approaches the bed
with a quiet confidence, A short, barrel chested man who
looks like he works with his hands. He doesn't say
a word, simply positions himself behind you. You feel the blunt,
warm head of his cock pressed against you, and then,
(05:40):
with a single smooth motion, he is inside. The shock
of the first penetration is electric, a jolt that travels
from your pussy straight to the base of your skull,
Erasing all thought, you close your eyes, committed to the feeling,
the knowing, the experience of each man. His style is
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steady as his approach. He grips your hips firmly, his
calloused hands a grounding presence, and begins to fuck you
with a powerful metronomic rhythm. There's no variation, no change
in pace, just a relentless, deep stroking that sets the
tone for the entire experience. You lose yourself in the motion,
your body becoming a simple instrument of pleasure, rising and
(06:25):
falling with his every thrust. He is establishing the foundation,
teaching your body the language of the ordeal to come.
You feel his balls tightened against you, a telltale sign
of his approaching climax. He lets out a low grunt,
his rhythm quickening for just a few final plunging thrusts.
The orgasm that follows is a profound beginning, a warm,
(06:48):
wet shock that floods you with the first offering of
the day. He pulls out, slowly, deliberately, and without a
single word or a backward glance. He walks out of
the room. As you wait, You take it all in.
It was nice, pleasant, but not entirely erotic or enough
to raise your heart rate? Is that odd? You think
(07:10):
a man just fucked you and paym inside you, and
you're not even turned on enough to call it foreplay.
The door opens again and you look over your shoulder.
The next man enters, a ponchy, middle aged man with
a kind face that belies the determined look in his eyes.
His cock is incredibly thick, and as he lubricates himself
(07:32):
with what's left of your wetness, he braces for his entry.
He pushes his way inside you slowly, and the sensation
is a searing combination of pain and overwhelming pleasure. You
have never been fucked by a man near this thick,
and you casp as you feel yourself stretched to your
absolute limit, a feeling that is both terrifying and thrillingly obscene.
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Once he's fully inside you, he begins to move with
a slow, grinding purpose. This is not about speed, It's
about presence. He wants you to feel every inch of
his massively thick cock, the full stretching pressure of his girth.
With every rotation of his hips, you feel muscles you
didn't know you had, clenching and unclenching around him, your
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body struggling to accommodate this impossible size. The pleasure is deep, overwhelming,
a pressure that builds from the inside out. You close
your eyes and just absorb the feeling. It's like every
part of your pussy is being stroked by his cock,
and his sensation is extraordinary. His orgasm is a deep,
(08:41):
shuddering affair. He groans your name, or perhaps just unname,
a prayer to the Goddess of pleasure as he begins
to come. The release feels like it feels every possible
interior space, a tense, heavy load that makes your pussy
contract greedily d inside you for a long moment, pulsing
(09:02):
before withdrawing. The feeling of emptiness he leaves behind is profound.
Before you can recover, the tor swings open and a
lanky college aged kid is there, vibrating with a nervous
almost frantic energy. He practically leaps onto the bed, grabbing
your hips with a surprising, almost bruising strength. He fumbles
(09:24):
for a moment, his excitement palpable, and then he is
inside you, a blur of motion and raw, desperate need.
There's no finesse, no rhythm, only a hard, fast fucking
that is purely primal. He hammers into you, his breathing, ragged,
his body a conduit for a desperate, youthful need that
(09:44):
is shockingly infectious. You meet his frantic energy with your own,
bucking back against him, your mind a white hot blank
of pure sensation. It's over almost as quickly as it began,
a frantic, explosive encounter that leaves you breathless. Just as
you feel him about to come, he pulls out. The
(10:05):
feeling of his hot loads splashing across the small of
your back is a shocking contrast to the interior heat
of his fucking. You shiver as his seed begins to
cool on your skin, a sticky testament to his raw,
untamed pleasure. He stumbles off the bed and is gone.
The almost clinical feeling you had for the first man
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is completely gone. Your pussy has swollen and ready for more.
You're ready for more. The raw, primal excitement of the
college kid filled you with your own excitement and is
coming on your back, somehow fueled the need for more.
And with that thought, another cock enters the room. The
man who enters is thin, older, with gray at his temples.
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As he positions himself, you immediately notice that his dick
is smaller than the others. The initial entry is almost
a relief after the last few men, a gentle slide
into your now well used pussy. There's no stretching, no struggle,
just an easy acceptance. He makes up for his lack
of size with incredible stamina. He begins to fuck you
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with a rapid, piston like rhythm, his lean body working
with a surprising intensity. He knows what he's doing and
angles his cock so that as he grinds into you,
he hits your clip with every stroke, a targeted, relentless
friction that soon has you moaning. The intensity of his
effort is shockingly pleasurable. A different kind of stimulation that
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attacks you from the outside. In His orgasm is a quiet,
shuddering release. You feel his load inside you, a warm
punctuation mark that feels almost delicate compared to the others.
He paints softly for a moment before he pulls out
and leaves as quietly as he arrived. A man with
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a confident swagger enters next. He runs a hand through
his hair, his eyes locking on your reflection in a
darkened window before he approaches the bed. He enters you
slowly with an almost torturous deliberation, sliding in just a
few inches before pulling all the way out, a wicked
smile playing on his lips. His entire method is a maddening,
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exquisite torture. He fucks you with a slow, deliberate rhythm,
alternating between shallow, teasing strokes that barely enter you and sudden,
deep drives that leave you gasping. He has you bucking
back against him, whining and begging for more, completely at
the mercy of his whim. He is playing you like
an instrument, and you are singing for him. When he's
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finally ready, he pulls out, but he doesn't come on
you immediately. He takes his time, stroking his cock as
he looks over your body. Choosing his target, he aims carefully,
then releases a thick, hot stripe of cum right in
the crack of your ass. The feeling of it, so
specific and targeted, is a final, masterful touch. By now
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you are a slick, used thing. The sixth man enters,
a man of average build and appearance. He slides into
you easily. You're pussy now, a welcoming wet cavern. There's
no struggle, only a smooth, slick glide. As he settles
deep inside you. His rhythm is steady and unremarkable, almost perfunctory.
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You realize that with this man, the focus isn't on
the style of his fucking, but on the inevitable result.
He's a conduit, a delivery system for what is to come.
He builds his pleasure with a workmanlike efficiency. His thrusts
deep and regular. All he wants is to come, and
he's going to get there as fast as he can.
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His orgasm is anything but average. When he comes, he
floods you with what feels like an impossible amount of come.
You feel his hot seed mixed with the others already
inside you, a warm, heavy pulling inside you that feels
both obscene and deeply, profoundly sading. He has topped you off,
filling you to the absolute brim. The seventh man is
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long and lean, and you feel the difference in his
length the moment he enters you are completely drenched income
but the men don't care. All it does is make
it easier to slide inside you. This man uses that
to the utmost advantage, his long cock finding its way
to your deepest places. Just as the thick man was
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the thickest cock you've ever experienced, this man is by
far the longest. He seems to go on forever, and
with every powerful thrust he hits your cervix, sending bolts
of shocking pleasure and pain deep into your core. It's
an internal bruising that feels exquisite, a pleasure so intense
it overwhelms the pain. He seems to know exactly what
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he's doing, targeting that deep hidden spot with every single stroke.
You cry out as he drives into you again and again,
pleasure so overwhelming it's almost unbearable. You are being fucked
not just in your pussy, but in the very center
of your being. He pulls out as he comes, and
his orgasm is as long and deep as his cock.
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He coats your now comes slipped back with another thick,
hot layer the fresh seed mingling with the cooling load
from the third man. You are being painted inside and out.
The eighth man is a force of nature. He enters
with a grunt, all sweat and muscle, and mounts you immediately.
There's no preamble, no gentle entry, just a powerful shove,
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and he's inside you, thick and hot. He fucks you
like a man possessed. His rhythm is chaotic and powerful,
and with each thrust he slaps your ass, his hand,
leaving a stinging red print that only serves the height
in your arousal. His all guttural sounds and animalistic grunts,
fucking you with a raw, primal energy that speaks to
something deep and untamed within you. His orgasm is a
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roar that seems to shake the room. He comes all
over your ass, cheeks, his seed mixing with the cooling
cum already there, creating a messy, sticky, glorious tableau of
his pleasure. He collapses on you for a moment, panting,
before pulling himself off and stumbling out of the room.
By the time the knife manners your slick inside and out,
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the bed sheets beneath you are damp and a small
puddle of cumb is forming. He has to be careful
that the slip as he positions himself behind you, his
cock already slick with the seed of the men who
came before the moment he begins to fuck you. It
starts with every single thrust, a bit of cum is
forced out of your overfull pussy, a constant, undeniable reminder
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of how thoroughly you're being used. He fucks you with
a steady, relentless rhythm, and with each stroke, the warm
trickle down your inner thighs grows. You're not just being filled,
You're now overflowing. You're no longer a witness, as the
unique experience of being fucked with cum pushing out of
your pussy totally focuses your mind on the raw pleasure
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of it all. Your orgasm starts to build. His own
orgasm is the final straw. He adds his massive load
to the mix, and the damn breaks completely. The slow
leak becomes a steady stream, a warm, sticky river of
cum flowing out of you and down your legs, pulling
on the white sheets. It's a feeling of utter, complete saturation.
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The final man enters. He's a strong steady presence, and
as he approaches he feels like the culmination of the
entire experience. He enters you with a single smooth thrust,
his cock sliding through the slickness as if it were
made for you. He fucks you with a deep, knowing rhythm,
his hands gripping your hips with a possessive strength. He
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seems to understand exactly what you need, driving you higher
and higher, pushing you towards the edge of a full
body orgasm you've been holding back. He's the final punctuation,
the signature on the masterpiece of your surrender. As he
pours his final hot load deep inside you, your own
orgasm hits. It's a tidal wave of pleasure that rips
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through you, a full body seizure of ecstasy. As you
scream into the sheets, the river of cum flowing down
your legs becomes a constant, warm flood. You collapse completely,
utterly and divinely spent. You lie there for a long
moment in a quiet room, a messy, beautiful wreck. You
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hear a sound and look up. The assistant walks over
and throws a clean white towel onto the bed beside you.
She looks you over from your comb streaked back to
the puddle seed on the sheets beneath you, and for
the first time, her smile seems genuine, almost admiring. She
winks that was hot. She turns and leaves you alone
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in the room. You feel a profound sense of peace
as you sit across from the director, a comfortable looseness
in your limbs, and a quiet hum of power under
your skin. The soreness is a dull, pleasant ache, a
physical reminder of your triumph. That was elemental. You can't
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even find the words to describe it. It wasn't just
about the sex. It was the sensation of being the
focal point of that much raw desire to take it all,
to absorb it. It was the most powerful I've ever felt.
Every cock was different, every moment was something new. My
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orgasm started the moment I walked into the room and
ended with ten loads of come on or inside me.
The Director's eyes gleam with pride.
Speaker 3 (19:54):
And how do you feel now?
Speaker 2 (19:56):
A little sore? You let out a short, genuine lene. Okay,
a ladsword, He smiles warmly.
Speaker 3 (20:05):
The feeling of a goddess's muscles after a worthy trial.
You've learned to receive worship. Now you must learn to
consciously give your gift. The next step is about embracing
the giving of the goddess, to understand that your body
is a font of pleasure for your worshippers. Will your
gift be a personal one where you are seen and
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revered in a room full of faces, or will it
be an anonymous one where you are a pure, selfless
conduit of pleasure. Your choice is to be the free
use gift at a private staff party, available to anyone
who desires you in any way they like, or you
will service the community gloryhole for the evening. The choice
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is yours.
Hello, my lovely, this is Roxy Callahan and welcome to
season two of Choose, the Erotic Podcast, where you get
to decide what happens next.
Speaker 2 (00:15):
You wake with a director's final choice echoing in your mind,
a stark, explicit fork in the road bukaki or a
gang bang. Lying in your bed, you let your mind
drift to the first option, Bukacki. At first, the word
itself conjures not just a sense of messiness, but a
(00:35):
feeling of being drowned. Come in your nose, in your eyes,
and just covering you. It feels overwhelming. But as you
push past the initial reaction, a different picture forms. You
imagine the feeling of it. The shocking, almost searing heat
of a man's orgasm as it hits your skin, the
(00:57):
thick scent, the surrender of being a destination for their pleasure.
There's a strange, undeniable erotic charge to the idea of
feeling their orgasmic heat on your face, on your breasts,
your stomach. It would lack a deep connection, though you
could look up and see the man's eyes as he comes,
(01:18):
see the pleasure contort his face, But you would be
an ornament, a place for him to leave has come.
Then you consider the other alternative, a ten man gang bang.
The phrase itself has a somewhat impersonal, almost industrial feel,
an assembly line of cocks. Could that truly be erotic?
(01:39):
But then you think about the dynamic of it. Ten
men waiting not just for anyone, but waiting to fuck you,
lining up for the privilege. The sheer, crushing weight of
that much desire all focused on you is an intoxicating thought.
It's a kind of power you've never imagined. You let
(02:01):
your thoughts linger on the actual sensation. What would it
really be like to feel ten different cocks inside your pussy,
one after the other. Would you be able to tell
the difference, the subtle variations in size and girth, and
the texture of the head, the angle of the curve,
would they be rough gentle? Would they fuck you fast
(02:24):
or slow? And the biggest question of all, would they
come inside you? What were the rules of this ritual?
A hot, liquid thrill runs through you. This is the
way to go the questions. The unknowns aren't scary anymore,
they're intoxicating. The BOOKACKI is a painting. The gang bang
(02:47):
is an immersive experience. You want to be immersed you
find the director in his office, and he seems to
know your decision before you even speak. I have some
questions about the gang. He simply nods, waiting the men.
Do they finish?
Speaker 3 (03:06):
Of course, each man fucks you until he comes.
Speaker 2 (03:11):
Your breath catches in your throat, And where do they
come for the first time? His answer is truly shocking,
strioping away any pretensive control you might have imagined.
Speaker 3 (03:23):
That is up to him inside you, on your ass,
shot onto your back. You are there to be on
your hands and knees and get fucked. Your only role
is to receive.
Speaker 2 (03:35):
He let the words sink in his gaze on wavering.
There's no negotiation, no room for preference. It's an act
of total, absolute surrender to the desire of others.
Speaker 3 (03:46):
Are you ready, Goddess?
Speaker 2 (03:48):
A shiver runs through you, a potent cocktail of terror
and ecstasy. There is only one possible answer, yes, he smiles.
Speaker 3 (04:00):
Then go to the Sunstone Room. They will join you shortly.
Speaker 2 (04:05):
You walk into the Sunstone Room and your breath catches
in your throat. The room is simple, dominated by a low,
wide bed covered in a plain white sheet. It's silent
and empty save for a single figure standing near the
bed the director's assistant. A cold knot of dreadforms in
your stomach. Her presence here, in this most vulnerable of moments,
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feels like a violation. She looks up from a clipboard,
her expression unreadable.
Speaker 1 (04:34):
Get undressed and get on your hands and knees.
Speaker 2 (04:38):
You shed your clothes, shooting a glance at the assistant,
who stares at you, her face unreadable. Your body trembles slightly,
though not with fear. As you are about to climb
onto the bed, she tosses a small plastic bottle at you.
It's lube.
Speaker 1 (04:55):
Unless you're sopping wet already, you'll need it for the
first one.
Speaker 2 (04:59):
A smirk finally through her professional facade. But trust me,
he won't need it after that. She gives a wicked
little grin and steps back, leaning against the wall to watch.
You're not happy about her being there, but you rationalize
that it must be for your safety, a chaperone in
this temple of depravity. You crawl onto the bed, assume
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the position, and hear her walk to the door and
open it. The first man enters and approaches the bed
with a quiet confidence, A short, barrel chested man who
looks like he works with his hands. He doesn't say
a word, simply positions himself behind you. You feel the blunt,
warm head of his cock pressed against you, and then,
(05:40):
with a single smooth motion, he is inside. The shock
of the first penetration is electric, a jolt that travels
from your pussy straight to the base of your skull,
Erasing all thought, you close your eyes, committed to the feeling,
the knowing, the experience of each man. His style is
(06:01):
steady as his approach. He grips your hips firmly, his
calloused hands a grounding presence, and begins to fuck you
with a powerful metronomic rhythm. There's no variation, no change
in pace, just a relentless, deep stroking that sets the
tone for the entire experience. You lose yourself in the motion,
your body becoming a simple instrument of pleasure, rising and
(06:25):
falling with his every thrust. He is establishing the foundation,
teaching your body the language of the ordeal to come.
You feel his balls tightened against you, a telltale sign
of his approaching climax. He lets out a low grunt,
his rhythm quickening for just a few final plunging thrusts.
The orgasm that follows is a profound beginning, a warm,
(06:48):
wet shock that floods you with the first offering of
the day. He pulls out, slowly, deliberately, and without a
single word or a backward glance. He walks out of
the room. As you wait, You take it all in.
It was nice, pleasant, but not entirely erotic or enough
to raise your heart rate? Is that odd? You think
(07:10):
a man just fucked you and paym inside you, and
you're not even turned on enough to call it foreplay.
The door opens again and you look over your shoulder.
The next man enters, a ponchy, middle aged man with
a kind face that belies the determined look in his eyes.
His cock is incredibly thick, and as he lubricates himself
(07:32):
with what's left of your wetness, he braces for his entry.
He pushes his way inside you slowly, and the sensation
is a searing combination of pain and overwhelming pleasure. You
have never been fucked by a man near this thick,
and you casp as you feel yourself stretched to your
absolute limit, a feeling that is both terrifying and thrillingly obscene.
(07:56):
Once he's fully inside you, he begins to move with
a slow, grinding purpose. This is not about speed, It's
about presence. He wants you to feel every inch of
his massively thick cock, the full stretching pressure of his girth.
With every rotation of his hips, you feel muscles you
didn't know you had, clenching and unclenching around him, your
(08:19):
body struggling to accommodate this impossible size. The pleasure is deep, overwhelming,
a pressure that builds from the inside out. You close
your eyes and just absorb the feeling. It's like every
part of your pussy is being stroked by his cock,
and his sensation is extraordinary. His orgasm is a deep,
(08:41):
shuddering affair. He groans your name, or perhaps just unname,
a prayer to the Goddess of pleasure as he begins
to come. The release feels like it feels every possible
interior space, a tense, heavy load that makes your pussy
contract greedily d inside you for a long moment, pulsing
(09:02):
before withdrawing. The feeling of emptiness he leaves behind is profound.
Before you can recover, the tor swings open and a
lanky college aged kid is there, vibrating with a nervous
almost frantic energy. He practically leaps onto the bed, grabbing
your hips with a surprising, almost bruising strength. He fumbles
(09:24):
for a moment, his excitement palpable, and then he is
inside you, a blur of motion and raw, desperate need.
There's no finesse, no rhythm, only a hard, fast fucking
that is purely primal. He hammers into you, his breathing, ragged,
his body a conduit for a desperate, youthful need that
(09:44):
is shockingly infectious. You meet his frantic energy with your own,
bucking back against him, your mind a white hot blank
of pure sensation. It's over almost as quickly as it began,
a frantic, explosive encounter that leaves you breathless. Just as
you feel him about to come, he pulls out. The
(10:05):
feeling of his hot loads splashing across the small of
your back is a shocking contrast to the interior heat
of his fucking. You shiver as his seed begins to
cool on your skin, a sticky testament to his raw,
untamed pleasure. He stumbles off the bed and is gone.
The almost clinical feeling you had for the first man
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is completely gone. Your pussy has swollen and ready for more.
You're ready for more. The raw, primal excitement of the
college kid filled you with your own excitement and is
coming on your back, somehow fueled the need for more.
And with that thought, another cock enters the room. The
man who enters is thin, older, with gray at his temples.
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As he positions himself, you immediately notice that his dick
is smaller than the others. The initial entry is almost
a relief after the last few men, a gentle slide
into your now well used pussy. There's no stretching, no struggle,
just an easy acceptance. He makes up for his lack
of size with incredible stamina. He begins to fuck you
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with a rapid, piston like rhythm, his lean body working
with a surprising intensity. He knows what he's doing and
angles his cock so that as he grinds into you,
he hits your clip with every stroke, a targeted, relentless
friction that soon has you moaning. The intensity of his
effort is shockingly pleasurable. A different kind of stimulation that
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attacks you from the outside. In His orgasm is a quiet,
shuddering release. You feel his load inside you, a warm
punctuation mark that feels almost delicate compared to the others.
He paints softly for a moment before he pulls out
and leaves as quietly as he arrived. A man with
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a confident swagger enters next. He runs a hand through
his hair, his eyes locking on your reflection in a
darkened window before he approaches the bed. He enters you
slowly with an almost torturous deliberation, sliding in just a
few inches before pulling all the way out, a wicked
smile playing on his lips. His entire method is a maddening,
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exquisite torture. He fucks you with a slow, deliberate rhythm,
alternating between shallow, teasing strokes that barely enter you and sudden,
deep drives that leave you gasping. He has you bucking
back against him, whining and begging for more, completely at
the mercy of his whim. He is playing you like
an instrument, and you are singing for him. When he's
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finally ready, he pulls out, but he doesn't come on
you immediately. He takes his time, stroking his cock as
he looks over your body. Choosing his target, he aims carefully,
then releases a thick, hot stripe of cum right in
the crack of your ass. The feeling of it, so
specific and targeted, is a final, masterful touch. By now
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you are a slick, used thing. The sixth man enters,
a man of average build and appearance. He slides into
you easily. You're pussy now, a welcoming wet cavern. There's
no struggle, only a smooth, slick glide. As he settles
deep inside you. His rhythm is steady and unremarkable, almost perfunctory.
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You realize that with this man, the focus isn't on
the style of his fucking, but on the inevitable result.
He's a conduit, a delivery system for what is to come.
He builds his pleasure with a workmanlike efficiency. His thrusts
deep and regular. All he wants is to come, and
he's going to get there as fast as he can.
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His orgasm is anything but average. When he comes, he
floods you with what feels like an impossible amount of come.
You feel his hot seed mixed with the others already
inside you, a warm, heavy pulling inside you that feels
both obscene and deeply, profoundly sading. He has topped you off,
filling you to the absolute brim. The seventh man is
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long and lean, and you feel the difference in his
length the moment he enters you are completely drenched income
but the men don't care. All it does is make
it easier to slide inside you. This man uses that
to the utmost advantage, his long cock finding its way
to your deepest places. Just as the thick man was
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the thickest cock you've ever experienced, this man is by
far the longest. He seems to go on forever, and
with every powerful thrust he hits your cervix, sending bolts
of shocking pleasure and pain deep into your core. It's
an internal bruising that feels exquisite, a pleasure so intense
it overwhelms the pain. He seems to know exactly what
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he's doing, targeting that deep hidden spot with every single stroke.
You cry out as he drives into you again and again,
pleasure so overwhelming it's almost unbearable. You are being fucked
not just in your pussy, but in the very center
of your being. He pulls out as he comes, and
his orgasm is as long and deep as his cock.
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He coats your now comes slipped back with another thick,
hot layer the fresh seed mingling with the cooling load
from the third man. You are being painted inside and out.
The eighth man is a force of nature. He enters
with a grunt, all sweat and muscle, and mounts you immediately.
There's no preamble, no gentle entry, just a powerful shove,
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and he's inside you, thick and hot. He fucks you
like a man possessed. His rhythm is chaotic and powerful,
and with each thrust he slaps your ass, his hand,
leaving a stinging red print that only serves the height
in your arousal. His all guttural sounds and animalistic grunts,
fucking you with a raw, primal energy that speaks to
something deep and untamed within you. His orgasm is a
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roar that seems to shake the room. He comes all
over your ass, cheeks, his seed mixing with the cooling
cum already there, creating a messy, sticky, glorious tableau of
his pleasure. He collapses on you for a moment, panting,
before pulling himself off and stumbling out of the room.
By the time the knife manners your slick inside and out,
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the bed sheets beneath you are damp and a small
puddle of cumb is forming. He has to be careful
that the slip as he positions himself behind you, his
cock already slick with the seed of the men who
came before the moment he begins to fuck you. It
starts with every single thrust, a bit of cum is
forced out of your overfull pussy, a constant, undeniable reminder
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of how thoroughly you're being used. He fucks you with
a steady, relentless rhythm, and with each stroke, the warm
trickle down your inner thighs grows. You're not just being filled,
You're now overflowing. You're no longer a witness, as the
unique experience of being fucked with cum pushing out of
your pussy totally focuses your mind on the raw pleasure
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of it all. Your orgasm starts to build. His own
orgasm is the final straw. He adds his massive load
to the mix, and the damn breaks completely. The slow
leak becomes a steady stream, a warm, sticky river of
cum flowing out of you and down your legs, pulling
on the white sheets. It's a feeling of utter, complete saturation.
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The final man enters. He's a strong steady presence, and
as he approaches he feels like the culmination of the
entire experience. He enters you with a single smooth thrust,
his cock sliding through the slickness as if it were
made for you. He fucks you with a deep, knowing rhythm,
his hands gripping your hips with a possessive strength. He
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seems to understand exactly what you need, driving you higher
and higher, pushing you towards the edge of a full
body orgasm you've been holding back. He's the final punctuation,
the signature on the masterpiece of your surrender. As he
pours his final hot load deep inside you, your own
orgasm hits. It's a tidal wave of pleasure that rips
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through you, a full body seizure of ecstasy. As you
scream into the sheets, the river of cum flowing down
your legs becomes a constant, warm flood. You collapse completely,
utterly and divinely spent. You lie there for a long
moment in a quiet room, a messy, beautiful wreck. You
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hear a sound and look up. The assistant walks over
and throws a clean white towel onto the bed beside you.
She looks you over from your comb streaked back to
the puddle seed on the sheets beneath you, and for
the first time, her smile seems genuine, almost admiring. She
winks that was hot. She turns and leaves you alone
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in the room. You feel a profound sense of peace
as you sit across from the director, a comfortable looseness
in your limbs, and a quiet hum of power under
your skin. The soreness is a dull, pleasant ache, a
physical reminder of your triumph. That was elemental. You can't
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even find the words to describe it. It wasn't just
about the sex. It was the sensation of being the
focal point of that much raw desire to take it all,
to absorb it. It was the most powerful I've ever felt.
Every cock was different, every moment was something new. My
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orgasm started the moment I walked into the room and
ended with ten loads of come on or inside me.
The Director's eyes gleam with pride.
Speaker 3 (19:54):
And how do you feel now?
Speaker 2 (19:56):
A little sore? You let out a short, genuine lene. Okay,
a ladsword, He smiles warmly.
Speaker 3 (20:05):
The feeling of a goddess's muscles after a worthy trial.
You've learned to receive worship. Now you must learn to
consciously give your gift. The next step is about embracing
the giving of the goddess, to understand that your body
is a font of pleasure for your worshippers. Will your
gift be a personal one where you are seen and
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revered in a room full of faces, or will it
be an anonymous one where you are a pure, selfless
conduit of pleasure. Your choice is to be the free
use gift at a private staff party, available to anyone
who desires you in any way they like, or you
will service the community gloryhole for the evening. The choice
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is yours.
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