I watched helplessly, on my knees, as the men surrounded me. Looking up from my kneeling position I could see them watching, unzipping their trousers, and then, blocking my vision the sight of one cock after another. Faced with an enormous penis, it is almost impossible to focus on a man’s face. All I could do was stare at was the dick before me, and to the left of me, an to the right.
There were so many.
My arms were firmly held behind me. I could feel unseen hands restraining me, but my eyes were fixed on what I could see before me. I was mesmerized, and could not have pulled away, even if I had wanted to.
If you’ve ever looked at a photo of a woman in such a position you’ll see that she almost invariably has her mouth open. I found my mouth open, slack jawed and wanting to be invaded. I swear my mouth was actually watering at the thought. I struggle at the recollection, realising now that I had become quite conditioned and that any thought of resistance was far from my mind.
Instead of fear or outrage, I was filled with a much more intense emotion. It was almost closer to hunger than anything else, but whatever label one might choose to place on it, I found it overwhelming and irresistible. I was aware of the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch, my mouth falling open in anticipation. I tried to fight it for a moment, but it was no use.
I was horror struck as I realised that rather than someone taking my head, holding it and forcing my mouth open, here I was eager to take the first of those hard pulsating dicks into my mouth. As I strained forward and my mouth closed hungrily around that first hard member, I remember hearing the voices of the men crowded around me.
They were indistinct, and I could never put a face to an individual comment, but they were there and I was the person their comments referred to. If I’d heard such comments of someone else, I probably would have been disgusted. Yet, of me? I welcomed them.
“Look at her,” said one. “She can’t wait for it.”
Another chimed in, “She needs it bad.”
Still another, “Wait till she get’s one in her mouth and one in her ass. That’s the only thing that will ever satisfy her in future.”
As I sucked an enormous swollen penis, I watched out of the corner of my eye as a man beside him stood ready. I watched as he worked his hand over his dick and moved it closer to my face. I could feel the first ‘bridegroom’ nearing completion, his breathing hard. I so wanted to swallow that when he spurted hot wet and salty in my mouth, I gulped it down.
No sooner had he withdrawn than I felt another pressing into my mouth, which willingly opened and gagged in glorious anticipation. I remember feeling such liberation. I was high with excitement, adrenaline and desire.
There were others lining up now. To this day I cannot begin to know how many were there that night, but as one completed, another quickly replaced it. I swallowed the first few loads, but soon I began to feel bloated, yet still there were more. Part of me wanted to run, but a bigger more insistent part of me said, ‘more. I need more.’
And so it continued. My face was soon covered in the spent seamen of a dozen men, more perhaps. And still they kept coming and coming. And still I languished in the hot saltiness of the moment. If only it could last longer.
Yet another spurt cascaded over my face, and I felt the veil of cum grow more complete. I turned to see Sylvia watching intently, a glass of wine in her elegant hand. She was laughing. Beside her stood her husband, watching my debasement. As yet another man pushed himself into my mouth, my lack of resistance was now taken for granted. I no longer even struggled against the hands that held me.
My humiliation was complete.
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Amazing. But a little concerning? Fiona so all your gurls go through this in training or not?
I hope so!
Yes please! I would love to be Andrea!,
I can’t wait for #16!!! Andrea is so hot and slutty!!!
It will be out very soon – it’s actually already written. However it will be for anyone registered on the site.
I have registered but I can’t find part 16. I’m gonna bust wide open if I can’t continue with Andrea!!
I will have it up this weekend. I will do some writing too. FD
You can find it here – https://fionadobson.com/clothes-maketh-the-man-part-16/ 🙂 FD
Clocked on the link but just the title and no story. I am registered but can’t find it. Must read. Please help.
Courtney
Be sure you’re registered on the website. I’ve just searched for you in the users and you are not registered. You can do that here: http://FionaDobson.com/register/ – there’s no cost.
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Fiona
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Mmm – I think Sylvia’s husband wants some of Andrea
This is an amazing story. So far I’m loving it. I am thinking, I would like to be in Andy’s shoes. I would be willing to be trained like this. Keep up the exciting, wish you were in their shoes, story. Hehe cant wait 3the next chapter.
I love this..its so exciting
Oh my word. I love Andrea! I want to be in her shoes someday! How wonderful!
I have read all episodes so far.
An absolutely amazing training regime, the thought of it really excites me to a level that surprised me.
Thanks you
chloe xx
I wanted to meet Divina so she could do all this with me.
I will pass on your message.
Love The Story And Think So Much And How Bad I Would Love To Be In His
Shoes Or Dress!!!!!!
Ooops so far it looks like I made the wrong guess about Andrea being legally wed to Frank ‘ against her will ‘ (lol). Well I am ready to pay for it, or anyway, I don’ t really share Courtney’s concerns for the fate of Fiona’s girls. Don’t think of me as not caring, the opposite is true, I feel with Andrea because I am myself a slut.
I ve registered. But still cant read the next episode.
You should be able to find it here: https://fionadobson.com/clothes-maketh-the-man-part-16/
This is my favorite fantasy to be dressed in a wedding gown and then used and abused as a sub sandwich for hours.
Wow, Andrea had a honeymoon in one day.
Wish I could have a little taste of that.
Maybe even more than a little taste. I wonder who she threw the bouquet to?
If I was faced with her situation, I would get down on my knees and do my bridal duty. I’d have no choice.
I feel that I just did what Andrea did to all those men. I lost it when one.of them said that I could only be satisfied with one in my mouth and one in my ass! Was anyone else affected like. this or am I the only one?
Wow I really had a moment there. I feel much better now. I’m so releived if you know what I mean.
I’m really becoming that special gurl! And I don’t feel guilty.
I take that back. I do feel a little guilty, but also somewhat accepting being feminine. It is confusing sometimes and sometimes it is not.
I hope so!
Gostaria de viver em ambiente assim onde todos curtam as mesmas coisas, eu gosto de ser sissi estar e sentir o universo femenino ,assim como fez ANDS quando experimentou com a ajuda da amiga de sua irmã o seu lado femenino e se transformou n a bela e insaciável ANDRÉA, Pena que eu não nasci com essa coragem por isso que eu conto com a ajuda e com o código de ética dessa tão amada FIONA.
I love this chapter. I read it again❤
I so secretly want what Andrea got. Opps! I guess it isn’t a secret now
Great story. I was especially excited about the 15th part!
See I was right Sylvia is a fun girl. She really knows how to throw a party!
I would love to be Andrea. To be used like this is a dream come true.
I know what you mean I dream of it every night!