Masturbation Monday

Gang Bang Porn, a Shower Head, and Me

a shower head used to masturbate after watching gang bang porn

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To say that my sex drive took a nose dive for a few weeks would be an understatement. Even on April 1, as I kicked off the first day of the #30DayOrgasmFun challenge, I only touched myself out of curiosity — because it had been so long. That orgasm was small and shuddery. Not awful, but certainly nothing something that made me feel good all over.

Fast forward a couple of weeks…

Delightful early morning sex with John Brownstone on Saturday? Check (finally).

A slow, lazy Sunday filled with nothing but reading my book and drinking coffee? Check (again, finally).

Monday morning didn’t loom like something to avoid. I was ready to attack it and my to do list. Thankfully, my to do list involves looking at erotic imagery and porn (I have the best writing clients). Scrolling through Tumblr, I came across a gang bang clip. Three minutes of a slight woman (small breasts, smaller hips, impossibly thin) being manhandled by large, brutish men — five in total.

Professional porn (hopefully ethically made but no guarantees) with the camera angles on the action. She was used, objectified, turned into a mess. And my body responded.

Gang bang porn and fantasies aren’t for everyone, but they hit my buttons.

Objectification, humiliation, and being “of use” — oh yes.

Multiple cocks that outnumber the available places they can physically be put — mmm, tell me more.

Like other many kinks, fetishes, and sex acts I’ve encountered, the idea of it turns me on, though I know a gang bang will never happen. My inability to trust people enough to let them physically close, my anxiety and self esteem, and my simple three-feet-of-personal-space rule all mean it’s an impossibility. But a girl can fantasize.

And get wet as hell.

The heat bloomed between my thighs. Wetness followed. With no panties as a barrier, my pants were damp as I squirmed in my seat, watching the clip multiple times. I imagined myself in her position. One cock down my throat, threatening to gag me. Another in each hand as their hips moved back and forth. Cunt and ass filled with cock. So. Much. Cock.

Being called filthy names. Pinched nipples. Moved like a rag doll. Smacked ass and face. Tears, snot, and make-up smeared across my face.

No, it couldn’t happen in real life, but it certainly reminded me that I’m a sexual being with needs. And my most pressing need was to relieve a bit of pressure.

I went to the garage to find John Brownstone.

“I’m taking a shower and having a wank!”

His eyes widened. He hasn’t heard me mention masturbation in a while.

“I just watched gang bang porn” was my explanation. He nodded with full understanding of what meant. If he wasn’t covered in sawdust, I’d have begged to be fucked. But I also wanted the time alone, too.

I don’t get myself off in the shower, as a rule. Usually the water washes away any good moisture and any touch on my clit tends to feel too rough as a result.

Today, it wasn’t a problem.

Standing under the stream of hot water I had two choices. Before or after? Wank while I’m still a throbbing mess or wait until after I get cleaned up?

Who was I kidding? I’m the most impatient person I know. Of course the orgasm came first (pun totally intended).

I dipped two fingers between my labia, already puffy and swollen. I tried for a slow, gentle stroke against my clit. Really I did. But need overtook faux-patience. My fingers flew and I choked back a scream as the first orgasm slammed into me. Fluid gushed into my hand.

Once the first orgasm hits, there’s no stopping me. I’m a greedy fucking girl when we’re talking orgasms. A few more strokes and another gush into my palm. Thank goodness I’m in the shower. More strokes, more fluid. My clit throbbed and pulsed with each climax.

I yanked my hand away, gasping for breath, feeling as if I’d just run a mile. Telling myself I needed to get cleaned up and start my day, I ignored the dull ache between my thighs and washed, rinsed, shaved, and then…

I wonder how the shower head would feel. It has multiple settings. I was pretty sure it would feel fucking fantastic, but would I come again?

Without changing it from my preferred setting for a shower, I pulled it down off the wall and angled it up. Holding my labia open and standing with legs wide, knees bent, I let the water do it’s thing. No orgasms but the closest thing to a massage my clit has ever had. I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t enough.

Let me see…flip, flip, and a heavy, focused stream of water gushed out. Oh that’s gonna hurt. Let’s try it!

Assuming the position, I aimed the water at my clit again, and my entire body shuddered. Within seconds, I was on edge, toes curling against the bottom of the tub. A familiar feeling of desire snaked up my inner thighs. No gushy orgasm but a deeper one.

Conscious of how loud a scream might sound in the bathroom, I gritted my teeth and choked on muffled cries of pleasure. The masochist in me rose up as the pleasure turned to pain. I could have wrenched the water away from my poor abused clit, but I refused. Let it hurt, let it burn, but just don’t stop coming!

My body shuddered over and over again as wave after wave of brutal pleasure broke against my willpower. How long could I stand it?

Not much longer. With a final shriek, I pulled the water away, panting and shaking, barely remembering to turn the water off and put the shower head away. I tried to stroke my clit but everything was too raw. Thick creamy come coated the inside of my cunt. As strong as the water had been, it couldn’t wash away the proof of my pleasure completely.

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I’ve missed you over the past few weeks but the websites are stable for now so I’m back to blogging. Thanks to gang bang porn and my shower head, I celebrated Masturbation Monday as it was intended — with pure pleasure. Want more? You know where to go!

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About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, an opinionated marketer, and speaker. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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