He gifted me as a real life birthday cake.. [Group] [degradation] [freeuse] [Gangbang] [anal] [27 F]
I couldn’t believe my boyfriend Mark was really doing this.
It had started a few nights ago when we were in bed and he was fucking me from behind like usual. He was gripping my hips hard and just casually said in my ear, “You know Richie’s birthday is coming up… what if I gifted you to him for the night? Like wrapped you up with a bow and told him he could do whatever he wanted. You’d be his little present.” I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just his dirty talk getting extra nasty, but honestly I didn’t need much convincing. He’s been sharing me with his friends for two whole years now, and I’m pretty used to all the degrading stuff he does to me. He kept going anyway. “Imagine sitting on a big vanilla cake so he can fuck your ass while you suck me and the guys. We’d spoonfeed you the smashed up cake every time you need to breathe. You’d look so pathetic and used.” He came right after saying it, and I figured that was the end of it. But the next day he was texting the guys about it and by yesterday he was tying that stupid shiny red bow around my wrist for real.
Now here I was, getting shoved toward Richie with the bow still on. “Happy birthday bro,” Mark said with this big dumb grin. “She’s all yours tonight. Do whatever you want with her. Best gift ever right?”
My cheeks went bright red. I was standing there in just a tiny white thong and bra that barely covered anything, my long blonde hair all loose. Richie’s eyes lit up like he won the lottery. Mark’s cousin Kevin and their friend Dean were already cracking up, slapping Richie on the back and calling me stuff like “the party favor” and “birthday boy’s personal fuckdoll.”
I felt so tiny and worthless. Like I wasn’t even his girlfriend anymore, just a warm hole with a bow on it. Hearing him actually follow through on that stupid idea from the other night made my stomach twist even worse. Mark had made sure I was all prepped for his gift too. Earlier that afternoon before his friends came over, he made me take a full enema so my asshole was squeaky clean and ready for them to fuck with no mess. And he had me keep a butt plug in the whole time, stretching me open a little so I’d be ready the second they wanted it. It made me feel even cheaper, like I was just some toy he cleaned and plugged up special for the occasion.
They walked me into the living room where this huge vanilla cake was sitting on a low table. Mark didn’t even ask, he just went “Sit right on the cake baby. Richie wants to fuck your ass while you suck all of us. Just like I told you.”
I froze for a second but Mark grabbed my thong and whispered in my ear “Don’t embarrass me in front of the guys. Be a good gift okay?” So I did it. I climbed over the cake and sat down slow. The vanilla frosting was cold and sticky and squished right up between my legs and all over my ass, pressing around the base of the butt plug still buried in me. It felt so gross and messy, vanilla frosting everywhere on my thighs and dripping down.
All three of them were standing there with their cocks out, stroking and watching. Mark grabbed me by the back of the head right then and pushed my mouth down on each cock one by one, forcing me to greet them properly like some kind of welcome present. First Richie’s, then Dean’s, then Kevin’s, holding me there just long enough that I gagged a little on each one while they laughed.
They kept talking about me like I wasn’t even there.
“Look at the little cake whore,” Dean laughed. “Sitting on her frosting throne like the cheap slut she is.”
“Gifted and ready to get glazed,” Richie said, smirking. “Best present you could give dude. She’s already making a huge mess for us.”
But Kevin was different. He was the only one who sounded almost nice about it, even if it still made me feel like dirt. “Damn, she looks so fucking good sitting there all covered in that vanilla mess,” Kevin said, his voice kinda low and admiring. “What a pretty little gift, making such a sweet mess for us like this.”
Richie came up behind me first. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide, then tugged the butt plug out with a wet pop and set it aside, smearing more cake all over my now-empty hole. “Fuck yeah she’s perfect,” he groaned. “Thanks for the ass man. I’m gonna wreck it good.” Then he pushed his big cock right against my tight little ring and shoved in hard. I gasped loud as he stretched me open, the cake making it all slippery and nasty while he went balls deep in one push.
At the same time Mark grabbed my hair again and stuffed his cock in my mouth. “Suck it baby. Show Richie how happy you are to be his birthday present.” I could hardly breathe but then Kevin and Dean were right there too, slapping their cocks on my face and rubbing them on my lips.
They kept switching. One cock in my throat, the others smacking my cheeks or my tongue while Richie pounded my ass super hard. Every time I pulled off gasping for air, Mark was right there with a spoon full of the smashed up cake. He shoved it in my mouth like I was a little kid. “Eat up princess. Gotta keep that mouth full. You’re dessert tonight remember?”
I was crying now, mascara running down my face mixed with vanilla frosting and spit dripping everywhere. It felt so humiliating. They just kept talking shit like I was some dumb toy they borrowed, except Kevin who kept throwing in these half-nice comments that somehow made it worse.
“God she’s such a pathetic little cumrag,” Dean said while jerking faster. “Mark really just gave his own girlfriend away like a six pack. What a fucking loser slut.”
Richie was grunting behind me, slamming into my ass even harder. “Best birthday ever. This ass is mine now, all tight and creamy and wrecked.”
But Kevin chimed in again, still the nicest of them even though it was still pretty degrading. “She’s handling all of us so well though,” he said while stroking himself. “Mark’s got himself a real good eager girl here, even if she’s getting passed around and used like this. Look how pretty she is taking it.”
I hated how my pussy was getting wet anyway. Their words made me feel so small and dirty but I couldn’t stop it. I was just a gift. A hole. A cake covered fucktoy for them to use up.
After they all took turns down my throat, Kevin suddenly grabbed what was left of the cake top and smashed it right into my face. White vanilla frosting went everywhere, in my eyes, up my nose, all in my hair. He rubbed it around kinda gentle but still firm. “Time to give this pretty face a nice frosting,” he said, almost like he was complimenting me.
They all started jerking super fast around me. Richie was still balls deep in my ass, slapping hard. One by one they started cumming. Mark shot first right on my tongue while I tried to breathe. Then Dean across my forehead. Kevin all over my lips and chin, saying “Good girl” under his breath like it was a reward. My face was a total mess, blonde hair stuck together, covered in cum and vanilla frosting and tears.
Richie fucked me even harder, using my ass like it was his special birthday toy. “Gonna fill this gifted little shithole,” he snarled. “Take every drop you dirty cake slut.”
I felt him get bigger inside me then he came hard, pumping hot cum deep in my ass while the others kept smearing their loads into the frosting on my face. I was shaking all over, so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. Just a used up present leaking from both ends.
When Richie finally pulled out I fell forward into the cake ruins, cum and vanilla frosting dripping off me everywhere. They stood over me laughing and calling me their “perfect party favor” and “the sluttiest gift ever,” though Kevin added “our pretty little used-up gift” in that same half-praising way.
And the worst part was this gross little part of me was already wondering when Mark would give me away again like that.