aussiemale1976

Welcome to my little corner of the kinky universe.

I'm into things such as cuckold, gangbangs, group sex, public sex, Shibari, impact play, restraints/binding, sewing, cosplay and dressing up, insertions and many other things.... I'm particularly passionate about finding someone on here that is an uninhibited and adventurous woman. Someone who embraces sexual encounters with others, in addition to me, and is content with maintaining an open relationship and I'm always looking to connect with like-minded individuals.

You can catch me on Fetlfe as Dionysus_Swoop or users/9444377

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As you can probably tell from below, I’m a big fan of gangbangs and group play — the energy, the freedom, the connection. If you’re a woman who’s into group fun, sharing, or open dynamics, I’d love to meet you. Especially if you’re looking for someone to make those fantasies a regular reality.

Some ideas I have that if you would like to try out then please message me:

Hall for hire - Gangbang

I’ve got this fantasy I can’t shake — hosting an unapologetically massive gangbang. Not just a casual thing in someone’s bedroom or a cramped hotel. No. I’d hire an entire hall, something bold and shameless. Maybe an RSL or a community function space. Something with weight, with history, with echoes in the walls that will remember what happened there. Ideally a detached building so there’s nothing but us, the dark, and the heavy pulse of desire.

Inside that wide, empty room, I’d clear everything except the centrepiece — a single bed placed under a high ceiling, lit just enough to draw every gaze. That bed becomes the focal point. The altar. The reason everyone is here. Off to the side, a small refreshment table, water bottles lined up, towels stacked neatly, but nothing else to distract from the raw intention in the air.

Tickets sold in the hundreds. Men arriving in steady waves, each drawn by the same irresistible pull. I’d stand at the entrance, the gatekeeper of this ritual. Checking IDs. Confirming test results. Making sure every man walking in is ready — clean, respectful, and absolutely willing to fuck you bare. No condoms allowed. Only those who meet the standard get past me.

One by one, they enter the hall. Some nervous. Some already hard. They linger near the walls, milling around in small clusters, eyes inevitably drifting back to that lone bed. They know exactly what it symbolizes. They know exactly why they’re here.

When the last man is inside and the doors lock behind us, I’d find you. Your hand slipping into mine, warm and eager. I’d lead you to the bed, the sound of shuffling feet and held breaths following every step. You climb up, body illuminated under the dim, focused light. The room goes silent — not out of shyness, but reverence. Anticipation. Hunger held on a thin leash.

I’d turn toward the crowd, my voice carrying through the empty hall as I announce what they already feel deep in their bones:

“That bed exists for one purpose tonight. She exists for one purpose tonight — to be used, filled, and fucked until the morning light breaks through those windows.”

Then I’d step aside.

The shift is instant. That fragile line snaps. They move toward the bed, a slow tidal wave of bare skin and hardened cocks. Hands reach first — cautious at the edges, then bolder, then everywhere. Dozens of palms sliding over your thighs, your waist, your breasts. Fingers tracing, squeezing, claiming. You’re touched so much you can’t tell who’s behind you, who’s beside you, who’s between your legs.

Mouths descend — lips at your neck, teeth grazing your shoulders, tongues dragging over your nipples. Someone’s thumb circles your clit. Another pair of hands spreads you open. A thick cock nudges at your lips while another man lifts your face to his shaft.

The air grows heavy, hot, almost humid with the heat of bodies packed around the bed. You feel the weight of them — not pressing down, but pressing in, surrounding you, devouring you with their attention.

And in that moment, when your breath shudders and your hips roll on instinct, one man finally pushes into your soaked, aching pussy. Slow first, then deeper as the others tighten their circle.

From there, everything dissolves into pure sensation.

Your world narrows to the heat of bodies pressing in around you, the constant shuffle of feet and shifting weight as men crowd closer, eager for any part of you they can reach. Every second, another set of hands claims you — gripping your hips, spreading you wider, guiding your mouth, lifting your legs higher, holding you steady as cock after cock pushes into you.

You’re fucked from every angle. One man slams into your pussy, thrusting hard enough to make the bed creak, while another holds your jaw open and feeds you his length, hitting the back of your throat with every stroke. Fingers slide into your ass, stretching you, prepping you for the next man who wants that hole. A tongue flicks at your clit between bodies. Someone groans as he spills across your stomach. Another man replaces him instantly, cock already slick and ready.

Cum drips from you — down your thighs, across your belly, from the corner of your lips. Your skin glistens with sweat and spit, marked by every man who’s touched you. You can’t tell whose hands are on your breasts or whose fingers are inside you at any moment; everything blends into one overwhelming, unstoppable current of pleasure and use.

Your pussy is stuffed constantly — no pauses, no breaks. As soon as one man finishes with you, another takes his place, gripping your hips and sliding into the wet, stretched heat left behind. Your holes pulse, clench, tremble around every hard length that fills them. Your throat is sore, your voice reduced to moans and choked gasps around cock after cock.

The room is thick with the sound of bodies rutting — heavy breathing, low groans, the slap of skin on skin, the wet, obscene noises of your holes taking everything they’re given. Every orgasm blurs into the next until you can’t tell where one ends and another begins; your body is shaking, overstimulated and hungry all at once, pushed beyond every limit you thought you had.

Slutty praise falls over you in waves —
“Good girl.”
“Take it.”
“Open wider.”
“She’s perfect.”
“Fuck, look how she squeezes.”
“Don’t stop—fill her again.”

Their voices blend with the sensation of their bodies, their cum, their heat, until you’re nothing but a vessel for pleasure — used, filled, worshipped, overwhelmed.

Hours pass like minutes. You lose track completely — of how many men have fucked you, how many loads have been pumped into your pussy, your ass, your mouth, how many times your legs have been spread, lifted, folded back, pinned against the bed. All you know is the endless momentum of being taken, again and again, without pause. A line of hard, eager cocks always waiting, always ready.

By morning, the hall smells like sex. The sheets are ruined — soaked through with sweat, slick with cum, smeared with everything the night poured into you. The mattress itself is wet beneath you. Your thighs tremble when you try to move. Your voice is gone. Your skin is marked by handprints, teeth, and smudges of dried fluid.

You’re limp, shaking, and grinning through the exhaustion — utterly fucked out, stretched open, filled to overflowing, your body humming with the aftershocks of being used by an entire crowd of men.

And even as your legs shake and your holes leak cum onto the ruined sheets, you feel that quiet, shameless truth settle deep inside you:

You’d take every single one of them again.

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Loading up on cum for breeding...

You’re blindfolded, legs bound back tightly, your knees almost touching the mattress beside your shoulders. The ropes hold you open in a perfect, helpless display — your pussy completely exposed, swollen, and already pulsing with need. You can’t see anything. You can only hear the quiet shuffle of feet, the low breaths of men surrounding the bed, and the sound of my voice guiding you through what’s about to happen.

It’s your peak ovulation — your body at its most fertile, your cunt aching, slick, and pulling greedily around every imagined touch. I chose this moment deliberately. I made sure the men knew it too. That they weren’t just fucking you tonight…
They were trying to get you pregnant.

I stand beside the bed and run my hand over your thigh, soothing you even as your body trembles.

“They’re ready,” I whisper. “Hard, waiting, and here for one purpose — to fill you.”

The first man steps forward. You can hear his breathing tighten as he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. You feel the heat of him between your spread legs before he even touches you. He teases your entrance with the tip, getting himself slick with your wetness — then thrusts into you at the exact moment he reaches the edge.

His hips jerk forward, deep inside you, and he groans as he empties himself directly into your fertile pussy. Hot, thick, unmistakable. You can feel his cum spilling into you, spreading warmth deep in your belly. He stays there for a second, pulsing, gasping… then pulls out, leaving you open, leaking, and ready for the next man.

And he steps in immediately.

Another cock. Another set of hands on your hips. Another body leaning over you as he strokes himself furiously, guided by the sight of the cum already dripping from you. You hear the wet sounds of his fist on his shaft, then the sudden thrust forward as he slides into the slick mess the first man left behind. He buries himself deep and unloads a second hot, desperate load inside you.

Two men. Two full deposits. Your pussy already filling, already stretching around the growing mixture inside you.

Then another. And another. And another.

They move like a ritual — each man stepping forward, gripping his cock, stroking to the brink, then driving himself deep inside your fertile, dripping cunt at the last possible second. Each one shoots hard, thick, eager. Some gasp. Some groan. Some lose control and collapse forward, holding your thighs wide as they give you everything inside them.

Your pussy is filled again and again — each load forcing the previous ones deeper.

By the fifth man, cum spills out with every thrust, slicking the inside of your thighs.
By the eighth, you’re whimpering, overwhelmed, your body twitching with each hot flood.
By the twelfth, you can no longer tell when one man pulls out and the next replaces him — it all becomes a continuous cycle of being filled, used, bred.

Some men come once.
Some come twice.
A few come three times, unable to resist the sight of you tied open, dripping, begging without words for more.

They fill your pussy round after round until you’re stretched, swollen, overflowing with the seed of twenty men — so much cum inside you that it leaks constantly around every new cock sliding in.

When the last man finishes, panting as he pulls out and watches his load spill back onto the bed, I step forward.

The final cock you take tonight is mine.

I run my fingers through the mess between your legs, pushing the dripping cum back inside you, forcing you to hold every drop. Then I line myself up, pressing slow — savoring the sensation of my cock sliding into a pussy already flooded and loosened by so many men.

You’re shaking, blindfolded, helpless beneath me as I thrust deep, mixing all their seed with mine, pushing it farther into you with every stroke. You can’t see me, but you can feel the intent — the ownership, the final claim.

I fuck you until you’re trembling and gasping, until my own orgasm rips through me, pouring the last thick load into the overflowing mess inside you. I don’t pull out immediately. I grind into you, making sure nothing escapes.

Only when I’m certain you’re full do I untie my grip on your hips and step back.

The room is silent now. The men are gone. The door is closed.

You’re alone on the bed — blindfolded, bound open, dripping with the cum of twenty men, your pussy so full it aches, the sheets soaked beneath you.

And you lie there, trembling, breathing hard, your body still twitching with the aftershocks, your cunt leaking slow, heavy drops of all the seed pumped into you.

Utterly used.
Utterly bred.
Exactly the way you were meant to be.

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