I had always fantasized about being gang raped. I wanted cocks, lots of them, filling me, covering me, making me their slave. But I had yet to find a boyfriend who was kinky enough to satisfy my multiple desires. When my boyfriend of three years left me for another woman, I decided to treat myself to my ultimate fantasy. I used to read the weekly papers, with the sex ads in the back. Sometimes I'd read them in the train on the way home, unable to control myself. I liked when I saw a guy realize what I was reading, eyeing me. I decided to advertise myself in those pages, expose myself as the whore that I secretly longed to be. Here's what my ad said:"Lonely secretary desperately needs gang raping. 30-something short and curvy, 5'2, 36DD, 115 lbs. Send pictures of you and your friends. If your group is selected, you pay for a nice hotel suite. I show up and you fuck me raw. BDSM encouraged, but safe words must be respected. You know you want me."I had a flood of replies in the inbox t
Andy picked up a small chrome circle with four tiny screws. He leaned over and sucked on my left nipple until it hardened. I had to stifle a groan of pleasure as his tongue lapped at my throbbing titty. Abruptly he pulled away, and slipped the ring on, tightening it. I opened my mouth to cry out in pain, and a large hand clamped over my lips."Don't do it," a rough voice ordered, "or you'll get the ball gag back again."I nodded, and he removed his hand."Too tight, sweetheart?" Andy smirked."Yes, Master!" I gasped."Good," he said, and gave it another twist before he moved to the other nipple.When Andy was done, my nipples were on fire and I was creaming my thighs again."Next!" Andy said, gleefully, placing a larger clip with beads on it around my clit.I could see dangles bobbing gently as I moved, and I could feel the beads sweeping my thighs.I AM COVERED IN CUM"I think it's time for you guys to have some relief before you go all blue balled on us," Chris said. "Break out the
Tom grabbed my chain leash again and pulled me out."Do we dry her off?" Tom said, looking to Chris for leadership."Naw," Chris said, "We'll leave her slippery for a while. Just put her on the floor on the tarp."I was towed back into the other room and forced down on my knees. The guys formed a ring around me. By now they all had their clothes off and they were all stroking their dicks. Long cocks, short cocks, thick cocks, thin cocks – they all looked beautiful to me, and I wanted them in me. But it still wasn't time for the raping, at least not cunt rape. Someone took off the ball gag, but put a different thing in my mouth, a ring held by leather straps."This is a ring gag, slave," Chris explained. "It will keep your mouth open for us while we deep throat you. You're probably going to hate it. At least I hope you do."They unhooked the chains from my wrist bands and slapped a dick in each hand and ordered me to go to work. Meanwhile, a cock was shoved into my mouth, working in an
If anyone exited the elevator, they would see me kneeling in front of the hotel room door. They would see immediately that I was naked, except for my stilettos. They would see my coat, neatly folded by my side. My brown hair, flowing straight down my back, would be visible. I wasn't sure if they'd be able to see the butt plug in my ass. From that angle, they wouldn't see the nipple clips or clit clip - that view was waiting for the men about to open the door and gang bang me.It was hard for me to believe my first ever gang bang was just one week ago. When I lost my virginity, the night before I went away to college, I kept thinking I should feel like a totally different person, but I didn't. After losing myself to 18 men last week, I felt like I'd been transformed. I'd crept home before dawn, covered in bruises and dried cum. The next day I kept asking myself, "Did I really do that? I didn't just imagine it?" I'd contacted them again to set up round two, tonight, because I knew I did
Chris grabbed my hair and turned my head so he could look right in my eyes."You need this, Slave. Go with it. You need to submit to your Masters. Yes?"I nodded."Now what?" called someone.I looked at Chris, but he just shrugged and gestured with his head to someone behind me."I'm not running the show tonight. It's his turn," he whispered.I AM FORCED TO CUM"Bring her over to the table," ordered the Master of Ceremonies.The spreader bar was removed. I was picked up and flipped over, then carried by two guys to what looked like a portable medical exam table with stirrups, like for a pelvic exam. My ankles were chained to the stirrups, exposing my cunt. They removed my slave jewelry and chained me to the table. Someone moved to stand over me."Look at our slut, all chained up and helpless."This was the main voice I'd been hearing all night. Now that I could see his face, I remembered him. He was the last one to cum on me during the bukkake session last time. Barry, that was his na
"If you feel yourself cumming again tonight, you have to beg us to let you cum. We'll decide if you can or not. But if you cum again, you'll get whipped for it. We're punishing you for enjoying sex, you slut. That was three solid cums, so each guy gets three lashes with this!"Barry pulled out a riding crop. He stood over me and trailed the looped end down my naked body, fiddling with my drenched pussy."Chain her up."I was pulled off the table and moved back to the center of the room. They attached chains to my ankle and wrist cuffs and forced everything wide. The put the ball gag in my mouth and the light on my finger. I realized I didn't have a collar on my neck this time. Is it weird to say I felt naked without it? Barry had everyone line up. I don't know if it was better or worse than last time. Last week I had some guys spanking my butt and some guys using the flogger on my tits at the same time. This week it was just the riding crop, and just one guy at a time, but the other 2
As much as I reveled in the cocks sliding in and out of me, it was also pretty static being chained to the table. I found myself looking at the men who fucked me, looking at their faces as they stood over me. I loved to dance, and my favorite part was the flirting. I would lock my eyes on my partner's and imagine he had just fucked me; I fantasized that I was looking up in his fuck-flushed face. I did fuck a few dancers, but it was almost never at good as that eye contact fantasy on the dance floor. My most recent ex-boyfriend was a dance fuck that seemed promising at first, but faded pretty fast. None of the fuckers tonight made eye contact with me, except Chris. They closed their eyes, or stared at my tits or cunt.I looked at the line and realized there were still over a dozen guys left. The current guy shot his load, the next stepped up. He had beautiful dark eyes, dark hair, olive skin. He wasn't looking at me either. I flexed my legs against my restraints. I loved being spread l
"Do you think this is pleasing, you freaking out like this?""No, Master.""So?" Chris paused, expectantly."I'm sorry, Master. I shouldn't have done that.""Do you deserve to be punished?""Yes, Master. I deserve to be punished."He grabbed my face, fingers digging into my cheeks."Don't just repeat what I'm saying, Slave. Really think about it. Think about what you did. Think about how you tightened up when we fucked your ass. You were screaming, do you remember? I had to shut you up. Is that how a good slave behaves?""No, Master.""When you were being whipped, you went away, didn't you. You were in your head. You stopped being here. You stopped experiencing what we were giving you. And then when we were fucking you. I saw your eyes. You were here, but you weren't here. You need to be here. You need to be feeling this, ALL of this."He was right. I'd been fighting it, because it wasn't going how I thought it should go. I liked how it had gone last week. I'd liked it a lot. But if t
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a