Her Favorite Fantasy

The ceiling fan whirred lazily above, doing little to ease the stifling heat that blanketed the small bedroom. Ayesha shifted on the bed, her swollen belly making it impossible to find a comfortable position. At nineteen, she was just weeks from giving birth, her body heavy with new life. But despite the exhaustion, despite the ache in her back, another kind of hunger pulsed through her, relentless and electric.

She closed her eyes, letting her fingers trail down her rounded stomach, lower, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. The fantasies had been coming more frequently lately, vivid and urgent, as if her body was making up for the months of restraint.

And in the quiet dark behind her eyelids, the dream took shape.

The room around her dissolved, replaced by something darker, warmer. The air smelled of sweat and musk, thick with anticipation. She was on her knees, the cool floor beneath her, her body bare except for the swell of her pregnancy. Around her stood ten men—anonymous, unreal, more sensation than identity.

Her breath hitched as she reached for the first one, her fingers wrapping around his hardness, feeling him grow stiff under her touch. She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, savoring the weight of him, the way his body tensed at the first flick of her tongue. Another man stepped closer, pressing himself against her lips, and she moaned around him, her hands stroking one, teasing another, coaxing them all to full hardness.

They surrounded her completely, a circle of need, their hands brushing her shoulders, her hair, her swollen belly—claiming her, worshipping her, as if she were the center of their world.

Ayesha’s back arched as the dream deepened, her own pleasure coiling tight, the fantasy so real she could almost—

A sharp kick from deep within tugged her back to the surface. She gasped, blinking up at the ceiling fan…

Her unborn child had terrible timing.

But the interruption was brief — her body still humming, still hungry, pulled her back under, deeper into the fantasy. The room shifted again, the floor beneath her knees dissolving into the softness of a bed.

Now she was on her back, her legs lifted and spread wide, held firmly in the grip of a faceless man who knelt between her thighs. His breath was hot against her skin before his mouth found her, tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around her clit. Ayesha gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure shot through her, sharp and sweet.

Before she could catch her breath, another man stepped forward, his cock brushing her lips. She opened for him eagerly, taking him deep, her tongue swirling as she sucked. Tongue teasing her clit, cock pushing past her lips—sensation layered over sensation.

He groaned into her, tongue relentless. Fingers gripped her thighs. He licked, dipped inside, then returned to her clit, slow and merciless. She writhed, her hips lifting, desperate for more.

*More.*

A third man’s hands slid up her body, cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hard and sensitive. She whimpered around the cock in her mouth, every nerve alive, every inch adored.

The dream was overwhelming, intoxicating. She never wanted it to end.

The man between her thighs pulled back just long enough to rise, his grip on her legs tightening as he positioned himself at her entrance. Ayesha’s breath hitched—she was already dripping, already desperate—and then he *filled* her in one deep, claiming thrust.

She cried out around the cock in her mouth, her body arching off the bed as he began to move, his hips slamming into her with a roughness that bordered on brutal. Each stroke dragged against her swollen walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. The stretch was exquisite, the friction unbearable, the way he pinned her down and *took* her making her clench around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses.

The man in her mouth groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked him harder, her moans vibrating around him. She could feel every inch of him, taste the salt of his skin, and the dual sensations—filled in both places, used in both places—drove her wild.

A third man leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her whimper. The sharp pleasure-pain mixed with the relentless pounding between her legs, the suction on her breast, the cock stretching her lips—it was too much, *too much*—

And yet she wanted more.

Her hands reached out, grasping at the men surrounding her, nails digging into skin as she surrendered to the storm of sensation. The man fucking her growled, his thrusts growing even harder, deeper, as if he could bury himself inside her forever.

Ayesha’s vision blurred at the edges, her body tightening, coiling—

*She was so close.*

She hovered on the brink—and he shoved her over. His thumb swirled hard over her clit, the pressure brutal and perfect, syncing with each deep, driving thrust. Ayesha’s scream was swallowed by the cock in her mouth, her body seizing as pleasure detonated through her in white-hot waves.

She came violently—back arching, cunt clenching hard around him. Then again, softer, slower, her body wrung out. But they didn’t let up—the one in her mouth fucked her face in short, sharp snaps, his groans rough above her, while the third man twisted her nipples, her whole body twitching with aftershocks she couldn’t contain.

Gasping for air as the cock withdrew from her lips, she reached out blindly, her fingers wrapping around two more hard lengths. The men groaned as she stroked them, her grip tight, her rhythm desperate. She needed them *all*, needed to pull them deeper into this delirium with her.

The first man’s thrusts became erratic, his fingers digging into her hips as his own climax tore through him. “Fuck—*fuck*—” he snarled, hilting himself inside her as he came, hot and deep.

Ayesha whimpered, still clenching around him, still stroking the other cocks in her hands, still *needing more—*

He pulled out with a wet, leaking sound—his cum spilling from her, still twitching around nothing. But there was no pause. Another man grabbed her hips and shoved himself in, claiming her again, his cock driving into her with a single, brutal thrust, stretching her anew. Ayesha gasped, her body still trembling from her last climax, but he didn’t care. He set a punishing pace, slamming into her with raw, animal hunger, his hips snapping against hers as he chased his own pleasure.

Two men pressed in, one cock against her lips, the other smearing precum across her cheek. Greedy now, she opened wider—lips stretched tight around two cocks, her jaw aching, her moan smothered. Her tongue working in desperate, wet strokes as the man between her thighs fucked her harder, deeper—

*She was theirs.*

The room was nothing but heat and sweat and the slick sounds of flesh against flesh. Hands roamed her body—kneading her breasts, gripping her hips, tangling in her hair—as she was used from every angle. The man in her cunt growled, his fingers digging into her thighs as his rhythm faltered, his release building.

Ayesha’s own pleasure coiled tight again, her body wrung out but still *needing*, still *burning*. She tightened around him, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth, begging without words—

*More. More. More.*

The second man’s hips stuttered, his cock twitching inside her as he came with a guttural groan, flooding her already-spent pussy with another thick, hot pulse. Ayesha whimpered as it spilled out around him, dripping onto the sheets beneath her—but she didn’t have time to dwell on the mess.

Two cocks still demanded her mouth, and she obeyed eagerly, swirling her tongue around one before switching to the other, tasting salt and musk as she sucked them to full hardness again. Then, with a hungry moan, she took *both* into her mouth at once, her lips stretched wide as she worked them in tandem, her cheeks hollowing with each desperate pull.

Above her, the men groaned, their hands tightening in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she serviced them.

But the pleasure wasn’t one-sided.

A *third* man settled between her trembling thighs, his fingers spreading her open, smearing the mixed cum leaking from her as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed in *slowly*, savoring the way her body stretched to take him, the way her cunt clenched around him, still sensitive from the last two.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough with lust as he bottomed out inside her. “You take it so well.”

Ayesha moaned around the cocks in her mouth, her hips lifting instinctively, begging for more. He gave it to her—pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a deep, relentless pace that had her seeing stars.

She was stuffed, leaking, stretched beyond reason—and yet still aching.

He fucked her with a slow, possessive rhythm—each thrust deeper, more deliberate, like he meant to brand her from the inside. Ayesha writhed beneath him, her body slick with sweat, her mouth still stretched around one cock, then another, as the men took turns feeding themselves to her.

Hands roamed her swollen belly, her aching breasts, her trembling thighs—every inch of her was touched, worshipped, *devoured*. She was lost in the haze of it, her mind blank except for the relentless pleasure, the fullness, the *heat*.

He groaned—pace faltering, grip bruising.
“You feel too fucking good,” he snarled.
One last thrust, deep and final—then he pulsed inside her, his cum spilling into the mess already flooding her.

Ayesha whimpered, her own climax crashing over her again, her cunt fluttering around him as she milked him dry.

The room was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of heavy breaths, the slick slide of skin on skin.

And still, the men weren’t done with her.

*Not even close.*

He pulled out with a wet groan—his cum spilling from her, slick and obscene. Before she could catch her breath, hands seized her hips and flipped her onto her knees.

A fourth man pressed against her from behind, his thick cock sliding effortlessly into her soaked, stretched cunt. Ayesha gasped as he filled her, his girth stretching her deliciously, the mess of cum making every glide obscenely slick. He slammed into her from behind—hard, fast, unforgiving—his hips a steady rhythm of sharp, wet snaps.

In front of her, another man stepped forward, his cock glistening with a mix of cum and her own arousal. She opened her mouth eagerly, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him back to full hardness. The taste of salt and sex filled her mouth, and she moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse above her.

The man behind her gripped her hips tighter, his pace turning brutal, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her with every snap of his hips. She was *full*—mouth stuffed, pussy stretched, body used—and yet she craved more.

Hands roamed her body—squeezing her tits, tracing her swollen belly, gripping her hair—as the men took their pleasure from her.

Ayesha gasped around the cock in her mouth as the man behind her traced a slick, cum-coated thumb over her tight asshole. The sensation sent a jolt through her—filthy, shocking, *perfect*. She moaned, the vibrations making the man in her mouth groan and thrust deeper between her lips.

Then, without warning, his thumb *pushed in*.

Her back arched, a strangled cry escaping her as he worked the digit inside her, stretching her even as his cock pistoned in and out of her dripping pussy. Her ass clenched around his thumb, her cunt stretched wide, her mouth still full—every inch of her lit up like fire

The man fucking her mouth gripped her hair, his hips jerking as he neared his own release. "Fuck, take it—" he snarled, and she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as he came down her throat.

Behind her, the man’s thrusts grew erratic, his thumb pressing deeper, twisting just right—

Ayesha shattered, her vision whiting out as her climax ripped through her, her body convulsing around him.

The man pounding into her from behind growled as her climax clenched around him, his own release surging in response. He buried himself to the hilt, pumping his cum deep inside her already overflowing pussy, adding to the mess. Ayesha whimpered, her body trembling as she was filled *yet again*, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless, oversensitive spasms.

When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of cum spilled from her, dripping down her thighs—but she had no time to recover. Another man slid beneath her, his cock jutting up, demanding. With a breathless moan, she sank down onto him, taking him in one smooth motion, her well-used pussy still slick and stretched.

As she began to ride him, rolling her hips in slow, sinuous circles, the man whose cock she’d just sucked clean gripped her chin, guiding her mouth back to his half-hard length. She licked and teased him, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep, tasting herself and his own release on him.

The man beneath her groaned, hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, his cock dragging against her swollen walls. "Fuck, you’re still so tight," he rasped, his voice rough with lust.

Ayesha moaned around the cock in her mouth, her body alight with pleasure, *still* not satisfied—

Because they weren’t done with her yet.

*And she didn’t want them to be.*

Ayesha’s eyes flew wide as a firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest down onto the man under her. The cock in her mouth slipped free with a wet gasp—just as she felt the thick, insistent pressure of *another* man pressing against her asshole.

Her breath hitched.

She was already stretched, already *ruined*—her pussy stuffed, her mouth claimed—but this? This was new.

The man at her entrance didn’t ask. He just *pushed*.

The burn was sharp, exquisite, her body resisting for one breathless second before yielding. A low, broken moan tore from her throat as he sank in, inch by relentless inch, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before.

The man beneath her groaned, his cock twitching inside her pussy as he felt the tight clench of her around him. "Fuck, she’s taking *both*," he gritted out, his hips bucking up into her.

Ayesha trembled, overwhelmed, her fingers twisting in the sheets as they *moved*—one thrusting into her pussy, the other into her ass, one thrusting hard and deep, the other driving upward in ruthless counterpoint.

She was *full*.

*Owned.*

And she never wanted it to end.

Ayesha’s world *split*—every nerve on fire, every sense obliterated by the twin cocks spearing her open. The man beneath her pistoned up into her slick, stretched pussy, his hips slamming against her with bruising force. Behind her, the other man *owned* her ass, each thrust deeper, harder, carving out a place for himself inside her tight heat.

Her scream tore through the room, raw and unfiltered, as they fucked her in perfect, punishing sync. Hands roamed her body—kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, dragging nails down her sweat-slicked back—marking her, claiming her.

She was nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, her own climax a relentless storm building inside her, threatening to break her apart. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white, as they *used* her, their groans and curses filling the air.

The man in her ass leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. **"Take it,"** he growled, his voice rough with lust. **"You were made for this."**

And she was.

Her body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through her, her cunt and ass clamping down around them in desperate, fluttering pulses. The men snarled, their thrusts turning erratic—

They were close.

And she was *theirs*.

The man in her ass came with a feral growl, slamming into her one last time before pulling out abruptly—leaving her gaping, exposed, *empty*. But the emptiness lasted only a heartbeat.

Another man stepped forward, his cock glistening with spit and precum as he lined himself up with her well-used hole. He didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate. Just *shoved* in, his thick length stretching her sore rim, forcing a ragged scream from her throat.

His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand closed around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her pulse flutter. **"You take it so fucking well,"** he snarled, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt.

Ayesha’s breath came in broken, animal whimpers—each thrust a brutal reminder of her place. Her cunt ached, her ass throbbed—and still, she pulled him deeper, greedy for more.

The man beneath her groaned, his cock twitching inside her cunt as he watched her being claimed all over again. **“Fucking look at her,”** he groaned. **“She’s gone.”**

He was right.

She was *gone*—lost in the pain, the pleasure, the *ownership*—her mind blank except for the relentless drag of cock, the bite of fingers in her skin, the raw, primal sounds of men using her.

And when he came, she knew—
*There’d be another.*
Then another.
And she’d beg for every one.

The man beneath her groaned, his thrusts turning erratic as his cock pulsed deep inside her well-fucked pussy. Ayesha felt the hot spill of his release, another flood of cum joining the mess already dripping from her. But before she could even catch her breath, he was sliding out from under her—only to grab her by the hair and shove his slick, cum-coated cock past her lips.

She gagged slightly, the taste of salt and sex thick on her tongue, but she sucked obediently, hollowing her cheeks as he fucked her mouth with shallow, possessive strokes.

Behind her, the man in her ass never slowed—his hips pistoning into her with brutal efficiency, each snap of his pelvis making her body jolt forward, forcing her deeper onto the cock in her mouth. Her ass was sore, stretched, *ruined*, but she took it, her muffled whimpers only spurring him on.

**"Fuck, she’s still so tight,"** the man in her ass growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. **"Like she was made for this."**

Ayesha’s vision blurred, her body strung tight between pleasure and overstimulation, her every hole *used*, every inch of her skin marked.

The man in her ass roared as he came, his cock pulsing inside her even as he kept slamming into her, fucking her through his climax with ruthless precision. When he finally pulled out, her asshole clenched around nothing, gaping and slick with his release—she sagged forward, trembling, barely aware of the emptiness—until another cock pressed against her ruined hole.

**"Open up,"** he commanded, and with one brutal thrust, he was inside her, his length carving its way into her sore, well-used hole. Ayesha screamed, her body arching as he set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her.

Then—*oh god*—fingers plunged into her cum-stuffed pussy, curling deep, scooping up the mess before sliding out to circle her swollen clit. The dual assault was unbearable—her ass being split open, her clit rubbed in tight, relentless circles—and her vision whited out as she came undone, her cunt and ass clenching around them in helpless rhythm—another orgasm wrecking her from the inside out.”

The man in her ass laughed darkly, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt her clench around him. **"That’s it, take it,"** he growled. **"You’re not done yet."**

Ayesha’s body was still shuddering from her climax when the man at her pussy dragged his fingers through her soaked, cum-filled slit, gathering thick ropes of spend before pressing them against her lips. She tasted herself. And them. Salt, heat, filth—and still she opened wider. Her vision whited out sucking his fingers clean with desperate, hungry pulls.

The man fucking her ass *snarled* at the sight, his thrusts turning savage, his cock pistoning into her with bruising force. **"Fucking *perfect*,"** he gritted out, his hands locking around her hips, holding her in place as he hammered into her. Every snap of his pelvis sent jolts of white-hot pleasure through her, her overstimulated body writhing between ecstasy and agony.

The man in front of her watched, mesmerized, as she licked his fingers clean before sliding them back into her pussy, scooping up another obscene mouthful. **"You love it, don’t you?"** he murmured, pushing his cum-slicked digits past her lips again. **"Love being our little fucktoy."**

She moaned around his fingers, her ass stuffed full, her mouth occupied, her mind *gone*—nothing left but the relentless rhythm of their hands, their cocks, their *ownership*.

The man pulled his fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, only to drag them down her trembling body and press hard against her clit again. His touch was merciless—rubbing tight circles just shy of painful, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core.

Ayesha’s back arched, a broken scream tearing from her throat as the man in her ass lost control. His thrusts turned erratic, his cock swelling inside her before he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural roar. She felt the hot pulse of his release filling her, his hips jerking as he came deep in her ass.

The sensation—the *fullness*, the filthy heat—was too much. Her clit throbbed, her body strung tight, her breath breaking in sobs—until her vision whited out and her orgasm detonated, ripping through her like fire. The man at her clit didn’t let up, working her through the waves until she was sobbing, her thighs shaking, her mind blank with overstimulation.

When he finally pulled out, she collapsed forward, her body a trembling, used mess—dripping, gaping, *ruined*.

She didn’t even care. She couldn’t.
She just wanted to be held down and filled again.

The fantasy *shattered* like glass as Ayesha heard the deep, familiar voice—**"Well, this is a surprise..."**

Her eyes flew open.

No gang of faceless men. No brutal, all-consuming pleasure. Just her bedroom, her own fingers buried in her ass, her clit throbbing under her touch—and her *boyfriend* leaning in the doorway like he’d been there a while, his gaze dark with amusement....

She froze—hands still buried, face burning.

**"I—I wasn’t—"** she stammered, her voice embarrassingly shaky, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Then she noticed it.

The unmistakable bulge straining against his jeans.

A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips as he stepped forward, his voice dropping to a rough murmur. **"Don’t stop on my account."**

Her breath hitched.

*This wasn’t how she expected the night to go.*

*But she wasn’t about to complain.*

*Apparently, the fantasy wasn’t over yet.*