All Comers

An eBook By Rod Harden.

Over the next several months, and without openly discussing the matter, we built upon the original fantasy. Soon, the imaginary second man wasn't waiting his turn, but was joining me, doubling up on my voracious Linda. To make the fantasy more real, she would suck a dildo while I fucked her, or vice versa.

One day, she wondered aloud what it would be like to have two pairs of men. Then she could be double-teamed twice in row. In no time the two pairs became two trios, then three trios. Eventually the house was crowded with imaginary lovers, waiting their turn to gang up on Linda.

During that time, she began to take on another persona when we fantasized together. She was no longer my girlfriend; she was my slut. She urged me to drop my guard, be rough with her, call her names, degrade her. The rougher I was, the more it turned her on.

"I want you to use me, Eric," she said. "Really use me, like I have no feelings at all. Like I'm truly nothing but a fuck-toy."

We developed a code, something the BDSM crowd calls a "safe word." She wanted to be able to say "no," or tell me to stop, without really stopping me. And it worked great. In fact, it ignited something in me as well – some deep, dark, violent urge I never realized I had. Though I would never strike Linda in anger, I found it exhilarating to hear her cry out in the heat of passion, "please stop!" and know I was free to slap her and tell her to shut up. Inevitably, I would reach my own limit for violence before reaching hers. I never once heard her utter her safe word.

It was about a month before her 25th birthday when I asked her if there was anything special she wanted. She paused for a long time. I could tell she had something in mind, but was reluctant to tell me. At last, she took a deep breath and blurted it out.

"I want it to be real."

We were in the food court at a mall and, oddly enough, sex fantasies weren't on my mind at that particular moment. I had no idea what she was referring to. If anything, I thought she was going to mention the necklace she'd just been drooling over at the jewelers

"You want what to be real?"

"It... You know." She licked her lips and glanced around. When she continued, her voice was a husky whisper. "Our fantasy. When we fuck. I want the fantasy to be real."

No sooner had she said the words than my mind was already running with the idea. Yes, I thought. Let's make the fantasy real. I pictured myself overseeing a mob of horny men with Linda in the middle of them. My cock came alive at once.

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