Girls on Top: A Story of One Man and Many Women

By Morgan Spenwell

He was ready to leave university and go home for the holidays - but the girls had other plans for him!
They tricked him into becoming their fuck toy, and he was trapped, tied to a bed as they had their way with him. Servicing dozens of girls may be many mens fantasy, but can he survive it?
A fem-dom themed erotic fiction of one man serving many sexually demanding women.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morgan Spenwell
• Release date: May 27, 2012

Morgan Spenwell

Stories of female domination, sexually aggressive women, monster girls and more! Written in a cold wet country with cold wet fingers.

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Girls on Top

by Morgan Spenwell

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Girls on Top

A Story of One Man and Many Women

by Morgan Spenwell

It was the dog end of the last university term of the year, and I was having a quiet drink by myself before leaving for the train station. The campus was quiet and pretty empty, with just a few dozen students staying back over the Christmas holidays, and the student union bar was pretty deserted.

I was a shy, quiet guy, and despite girls way outnumbering the boys at my uni, had never got a whole lot of attention from the girls there, and was therefore more than a little surprised when a stunning Indian girl sat down next to me and asked - So, how'd you fancy getting screwed senseless?

I recognised her as Nisha, a girl I'd seen around campus. She was sexy, clever, popular and had a reputation both as being stuck up and for being someone that you really didn't want to get on the wrong side of - and I'd heard some other rumours about her too. I'd admired her from afar, and had even masturbated about her a few times. She was a sexy tall slim girl, with long, jet black hair, wonderful smooth and soft looking coffee brown skin, and had that that entrancing air of exotic unattainability that Indian girls seem to generate effortlessly. She was wearing thick jeans and a heavy woolen jumper and bobble hat, and bust she still looked as hot as hell. She was totally out of my league, and I'd accepted that wanking about her was as close as I'd ever get to fucking her - but here she was, apparently offering to fuck my brains out.

I stared at her stupidly for a second, before deciding that it must be a joke, and was about to make a sarcastic comment when she grabbed my cock through my jeans and squeezed gently.

I'm serious, she said, staring deep into my eyes as her hand squeezed my dick, her voice a low sexy whisper, Wouldn't you like to get fucked so hard you can't see straight? Get screwed again and again, until you're begging for mercy... and you get screwed some more? Hmm? Do you like the sound of that?

She stopped stroking my now rock hard dick and gave it a hard squeeze, smirking.

You know, I think you do.

I need to catch my train... I stammered. What the hell was I thinking? Was I going to turn this goddess down?

There's more trains, she said, sighing, Look, I'll let you go in time to get the afternoon train tomorrow, how's that sound?

Tomorrow? I croaked.

Uh-huh, she said, Fucking a guys brains out does take time, you know, even someone who has as few as you seem to. Now answer me. You want to be my fuck toy or not?

She leaned in close, nibbling at my neck, and I was lost in the smell of her hair and skin as her hand rubbed slow and firm against my crotch.

Yes I mumbled, helplessly.

Good, she whispered, right into my ear, making me almost come in my pants, But listen, here's the catch... You have to promise to do everything and anything that you're asked to. No debate, no discussion. Do you think you can you do that?

Her hot, wet pointy little tongue slipped into