Gangbang

“You want to strap me into that?”

My girlfriend was looking at something you might find in a school gym: the horse you leap over.

Or maybe it was more like something a surgeon would use to strap a patient down in the right position for a tricky operation. But on all four, “Yes. I tie your hands here and here. Then, these straps go around your thighs and calves. So you can’t move from the appropriate position.”

“And what else happens then, my lovely?”

“Men take turns fucking you.”

“What would my fiancé say?”

“He won’t know. Unless you want me to take photos and send them to him. Or live stream it for him. Think seeing his lady getting well used by lots of men when he thinks you’re out with a girlfriend will turn him on?”

“No. Make him very angry and call off the wedding. Plus, he’s in the police, so watch your step, young sir. Old sir! Anyway, phones aren’t allowed in the sex club, dear.”

“I don’t think the men will care as long as they are getting to use your hot ass.”

“Oh, just the ones cheating on their wives tonight.”

“How do you know they cheat?”

“I ask them. When some fat old man is on top of me, in missionary position, I grip his tubby ass and ask him two questions. First, who is he cheating on tonight? And they tell me when I say what a good fuck they are. ‘My wife. She’s so old now. Not like you. Not as tight as you!’

I make them say how much they want me, more than their ugly bitch at home. The more they insult their wives, and the more they flatter me, the harder they get. The quicker they pump me, the more orgasms I have.”

I never knew all this. I wanted details. I’d seen her whispering to men, them whispering back, but presumed it was simply dirty talk.

“Fuck me deep, you sexy bastard.”

“I’m a whore. Use me. Make me your cum dump.”

Or him.

“You fucking sexy, nasty slut, I’m going to breed your filthy hole.”

“Bet you love being ganged, don’t you? Fucking tramp.”

I’d heard that and worse. Much worse. I always loved it. It always got me hard the things she said to men, the horny nasty things they said to her. And she would cum too, kissing them hard when they called her names or smiling at me when she said what a better fuck he was than her boyfriend. Me, sitting there.

The whispering I thought was just an intimate version of the same thing. “But what about the second question?”

“Oh, I don’t need to ask that if they admit to cheating with me. Gets me so hot if I can get lots of men to cheat with me in one night. Homewrecker Queen! I wish I could tell their wives. Send them husband dick pics with my mouth round those dicks.”

“You are evil.”

“Oh baby, but you still love me, right?”

“Yes, I love you. And I love your evil, too. But what about the other question?”

“I ask them who they wish I was.”

“Who they wish you were? Are you not sexy enough?”

“Haha, yeah, but we all have our favorites! Who do you fantasize about most, I say. Who do you, jerk off too in the shower, I ask them. Whose picture do you look at and cum, too, when you should be giving your wife a good seeing too? Who is it? I say. Who is it you want so badly you’d rather crack one off to them than have actual sex with your loving life partner.”

“And? What do they say?”

“Wife's friends.

Work colleges.

Teachers.

Their old teacher, their kid’s teachers.

Sister-in-laws

Sisters!

The list goes on.

Amazing what a man will tell you if you’re pretty and got his cock trapped in your tight pussy. Lucky I’m not into blackmail.”

“Are you not?”

“Ha, ha, I’m into whatever turns you on, my little cuckold.”

“Well, maybe we should, but let’s get you tied up right now.”

Men had started arriving. The word had got around. She. The She. The one most loved at their sex club, this swingers club was going to service men, had promised to service men, until no one had any spunk left. Until no one could get another erection.

The room wasn’t that small, but it was starting to feel tiny from the overcrowding.

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you? You won’t disappear, will you?”

I’d never seen her so nervous. It was cute and endearing and made me ever so hard. She’d done men one after another before, but never in a contraption like this, not able to just get up and walk away. Never restrained and on a mission to satisfy dozens of cocks. There would be no intimate, secret revealing whispered conversations tonight with men, not in this position.

Just my girlfriend, who was another man’s fiancé, her two holes on offer and a lot of erect and needy penis’.

“Just get in position and open your mouth.” Then I spanked her hard on her firm bottom, and she quietly draped herself over the whore machine. At least doggy is her favourite position I thought.

I let other men tie her up. I might have cared too much and made it loose enough to wriggle out of, but the men enthusiastically made sure it was very tight.

I announced that I would start and went round the back to unzip and thrust it up her.

She made that grateful sound she always makes when she is filled. Once telling me that only when she is being fucked does she feel she is really doing what she was born to do. That without cock in her hand, mouth, or pussy, she is ‘lost and empty.’

Shame her hands won’t be available for use tonight. Still, her mouth was.

Four or five guys crowded around her face, a sight I had never gotten used to. This time, though, she was strapped in position for it. I hadn’t noticed the head harness, but someone else had. While one guy got lucky enough to push his cock past her juicy full lips, another man was expertly buckling straps over her head so she couldn’t look left or right.

I didn’t know if she was making any opposition to this because the man in her mouth was thrusting his cock into her throat as hard as I was using her pussy.

Although she has always been good at deep-throating, this sudden onslaught was enough to get her gagging and her vagina gripping me like a hand.

I was close to cumming already, but what really pushed me over was seeing the men groping her.

Grabbing her large breasts below her, rubbing their dicks on her back, feet, and even the side of her face, her ears, wherever they could get a space around her.

Two different men grasped and squeezed at her ass only inches from where my cock drilled her. A piece of meat, just as she always wanted it.

One man fiddled his finger around her anus, and I thought about letting him push it in. I imagined him driving it in deeper, right below me. His finger explored inside her, finding the thin membrane where my dick moved inside her other hole. Then pressing his finger down onto my cock, and the added pressure would make me fill her with seed.

After that, he’d take over. Sodomising the hole, he’d just warmed up.

But I couldn’t let him do it. She hated anal, and I had to show some willingness to make sure she was used the way she craved to be used. And believe me, she did crave it.

So I stopped him. “No ass play. Anything else goes.” I announced in general. And slapped her ass hard. Then so did the anal finger guy. Five times, like he was angry with her ass for not allowing itself to be fucked deeply by cock, finger or fist.

I exploded on his fifth smack as her pussy tightened under the onslaught of his hand. Staring at her red ass cheeks was heaven.

Men were starting to cum in her mouth now, and some, unable to wait for a hole, were rubbing off on parts of her body.

One guy had the ingenious notion of screwing her armpit, and others made jokes about it. But I thought it looked magical. And he certainly wasn’t the last of the men to leave a sticky mess there that night.

A man ten years older than me, in his 50’s, asked to take my place. Without sounding like he was showing off, he had managed to tell me he was very well endowed, then showed me by laying it across her ass and slapping her with it a few times.

I gladly made my way to watch these eight or nine inches glide up her into places my cock would never reach.

He didn’t take his time or break her in gently, but in one movement held her firm, perfect ass and pushed it all the way in. All the way into a woman more than half his age. I’d clocked his wedding ring as I was looking out for them since the conversation I’d just had before we’d started.

“God, who is that?” She had managed to wiggle her mouth off whoever’s cock she was on and gasp, arching her back away from the massive intrusion that had taken my place. Then, recovering her breath she said as well, “It’s so big.”

Everyone laughed. It was a room full of intense male lust. It even felt slightly dangerous. But there was still time for laughter and a bit of banter. She found socializing very difficult and, with her fellow females, almost impossible. But with men she’d turned on she was always relaxed and put them at their ease.

“I tell you, you owe me big time!” she was talking to me. “You’re not all going to be that big, are you?” shouts of both yes and no rang out. “Ugh, that’s too big,” she said, sounding only half joking as he started to thrust. “

“You love it whore!” I said from behind the group crowded around her. I couldn’t really see her now. “You want me to let him shove it down your throat instead?”

“Haha, you’d love seeing that, you bastard! Where are you anyway?

“Just here.” I reached down and between legs to hold one of her restrained hands. Men made way for me, and from that crouched position below her, I watched the rest of her gangbanging.

She apologized for talking too much and neglecting the pythons hitting against her face, all pleading for attention, and got back to sucking.

I craned my neck round and watched an Indian man close his eyes, his head turned away, jerking himself against her soft lips before covering them in cum, it dripping to the floor past me. I knew she was right; he had been thinking of someone else right then but using her to cum. And I bet it wasn’t his life partner.

At her other end, another man had taken over. I shuffled over to watch. He wasn’t wearing a condom; I should have stopped him. But everyone, including her, was having such a great time I couldn’t pull the party. Instead, I pulled myself and got hard again.

Although I knew in the morning we’d go and get her the morning after pill, she hated normal birth control, right then, at that moment he was breeding her. And god, it felt good seeing that.

Her tits that dangled became free of hands for a brief moment, and so I reached my head up to suckle them. I-bit them too. I don’t know how hard I did it, but she didn’t flinch. when I asked her later, she said she was too high to notice details, her body was floating, and her mind zapped.

The man must have cum in her, as now someone else took over. A young man, younger than her, which was rare. He just used his fingers and jabbed them into her fast and violently. She got so wet I think she pissed herself.

When she told me days later, with genuine glee in her voice at’ the nastiness of it, that she’d been fucked so much she’d found a little blood down there, I knew it was probably from his fingers.

The only problem with the contraption she was in was that it wasn’t screwed down, and so it was being fucked across the room. By the time her seventh cock was in her pussy the men at her mouth were crushed against the wall.

“We need to pick it up and move it back,” I announced, standing to see the crowd slightly thinned.

“No, I think I’ve had enough. I need a cigarette. How long has it been?” Someone said over an hour. “You let me go without a cigarette for that long? I’ll be grumpy!” she said to me.

The legs of the fuck machine were now against the wall, and she had to try and turn her head not to be bonked against it with every thrust of the current man taking his turn.

Another guy released her head harness so she could avoid having her face pressed against the wall, and the man shot his load inside her.

I saw him pull out with no condom and cum strips dangling between her and him.

Another man tried to replace him, despite what she’d just said, but I pushed him out of the way and fucked her myself.

The thought and feeling of strangers cum in her pussy, running all over my cock, pushed me to the point of cumming again.

After, as she got up, released from her bonds but unstable on her feet, she wobbled into a chair.

“Sorry, I couldn’t take you all, guys. But you can jerk off on to me now if you like.”

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She knew male lust well. She knew the dark abyss of the male mind better than any woman I’d ever fucked.

So she lay there floppy. Her arms dangled by her side, her head lulled to the side. Her tongue hung out sideways, and her eyes looked vacant. A living fuck doll.

About five men finished off on her. Mostly going for her large youthful pert breasts, hidden from view in the great fuck fest we’d just enjoyed with her. But some hit her face with their seed.

And she didn’t clean it up, though. Other times she’d taken a shower before leaving the club, this time she ignored it. She smoked outside, chatting and flirting with the guys she’d just been with, making me more jealous than when they had been using her as their cum dump.

She was in high spirits and loved her position as their sex goddess.

When we got back to the Air B&B I discovered she wouldn’t be having a shower there either. It was my tongue that was to do all the cleaning of her sticky skin.

But that’s another story.