My husband was gone on a long overseas business trip, and I was alone, and horny.
I went out looking to be gang raped
My husband had been gone for a week on a business trip and would be gone for at least one more, on an overseas project. I was all alone in our big house. A day after he left, I started receiving anonymous emails from someone who was writing erotic stories about me. I don’t know who could know me so well that they could put down in words many things that I have fantasized about. I assumed it was my horny hubby who was sending them. I am sure he thought he was being clever by torturing me with these erotic stories. And he was.
When I read the stories, I would get caught up in the visual imagery of the situation and could picture every action that was taking place. When I read about the woman who was in the pool hall, being gang raped by a group of horny cowboys, my pussy got drenched with moistness. I was so turned on by the thought of all those young, muscular men having their way with the woman that I wanted to be her. I wanted to touch and smell and taste those men as they manhandled my body. I wanted to be their entire focus of attention. I wanted them to swarm over me and devour me with their tongues, hands and cocks. I was so overcome by the thought of that situation happening to me that I did the unthinkable for a normal, married woman to do. I went out looking for a gang rape.
It was late on a Saturday night. I ***********ed a very short one-piece dress with thin straps. The dress fabric was a silky material that caressed the curves of my body. I wore a tiny thong panty and no bra. I wanted my nipples to be my calling card for my would-be rapists. I finished off my outfit with black shoes with high heels that screamed “fuck me”. I was very nervous but the whiskey I had been drinking was finally taking affect.
I drove to a seedy part of town where I knew I’d find men in a bar who wouldn’t turn down a slut looking for strange cock. I saw a place that looked like the front had never been painted. It was a place that if you wanted trouble, you could find it in there. The parking lot was full, but I managed to squeeze my car into a spot near the back. It was dark as I entered, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust. The cheap sound system was playing rap music, and the air was full of smoke. The place had the odors of a walk-in ashtray combined with a dirty laundry hamper. It was the kind of place that smelled like danger.
I could see through the haze and dim light that the bar was full of rowdy young black men, wearing muscle shirts and jeans. I quickly scanned the room, then found a spot to sit at the bar. There was enough light coming from the neon signs that I knew these men could check me out. I ordered another whiskey. The bartender smiled as he poured me a double. “On the house”, he grinned. I turned to face my audience as I casually crossed my legs. The dress was so short that I was barely sitting on any fabric, and I could see that it was getting the intended attention. I only got about 3 good sips from my drink before two of the guys approached me. They were all muscled up and their skin seemed to glow in dark radiance. One of them touched my shoulder and I unintentionally flinched.
I was rapidly losing my cool and was second guessing this foray into debauchery. My pulse quickened and my nipples gave me away as they nearly pierced through the thin fabric of my dress. The first to speak was a handsome black guy who wanted to know what a fine-looking woman like me was doing in this place. I told him I just wanted a drink, but he knew I wanted more than that. They both began to brazenly nuzzle my neck, and I felt two sets of strong, rough hands exploring my body. A crowd quickly gathered around us, and I could see no means of escape, as if I wanted to. I don’t know if it was the combination of the drinks and pot smoke in the air, or just my own defense mechanisms giving up, but I felt lightheaded, and the room began to swim. The next thing I was aware of was being carried to a dingy back room and thrown on to a seedy couch. My dress was lifted off over my shoulders and my thong was ripped from me in a frenzy. I was kneeling on the couch facing backwards.
I could hear hoots and chants as the group of horny black guys surrounded me and lifted me into position. I was straddling one naked guy, and his huge erection was aimed straight up at my cunt. I had no idea how I would accommodate such a large penis, but my slit was salivating at the thought. My heart was racing and my breathing fast and shallow. I grabbed the shaft and stroked it. This was the moment I had planned for, so I guided the black piece of meat into my wet pussy and eased down on him. It felt incredible to be so full of strange dick. I matched his thrusts with my own and too quickly he came inside me. I could feel his spunk washing the walls of my cunt and running out.
Another man took his place on the couch, and I crawled on top of him next. This time, after I buried the new dick inside my cunt, a cock was shoved into my vacant mouth. I sucked him like I had been born to do this. I felt so free and wanton. This is what sex should be like….pure lust. I felt this huge black dick pound the back of my throat as I toyed with his enlarged veins. I pulled it from my mouth and rubbed it all over my face. I wondered how many “ho’s” this brother’s dick had been in recently and who’s pussy juice I was probably tasting. It didn’t matter. I wanted it no matter where it had been. I lapped at the pee hole at the head of his dick and milked the pre-cum from him. I wanted to taste this man’s cum so badly that I feverishly sucked and stroked him. I wanted that cum. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of his tangy thick seed. He pulled it out of my mouth, denying the rest of his jizz, and blew the remainder of his load on my face. I could feel it running down my chin.
Another man’s dick soon replaced the one in my mouth. I had lost track of the one stuffing my pussy but quickly remembered when I felt him explode inside me. Once again, my cunt was filled with a stranger’s jizz and I was delirious with pleasure. I was lifted off this softening shaft and lowered on to another man’s waiting hard-on, which easily slipped into my sopping pussy. As I slithered down onto this fresh prick, the previously deposited spunk oozed out of me. I felt a rough set of fingers swab the spunk dripping from my stretched-out cunt and smeared it on my asshole. I knew what was coming next. I felt another black dick nudge against my anal opening. I leaned forward to make the access easier without losing the one I had in my pussy. It felt delicious to be completely filled with hard, black, nasty dick. The two men fucking me began to stroke in and out of me in unison. I was being used like a common slut, and I loved it. I embraced it. I needed it. To be used by a roomful of men as their private cum dump, was what I wanted. I wish there was a video camera taking in all of the hot action for my husband to watch and jack off to later. I am sure he would enjoy the show almost as much as I enjoyed making it.
The guy fucking my mouth grabbed my face with both hands and violently pistoned his cock in and out. He was on the verge of exploding and I could taste his sperm as it began leaking out. He pulled out and aimed his tool at me as he rapidly jacked his dick. I could see the lust in his face as he grinned and spewed his load all over my face. His warm, thick baby making juice was plastered all over my forehead and in my hair. Some of his jizz dripped into my eyes, blurring my vision. He delighted in how much he was able to shoot on me. When he was done, he offered me to taste the final drops from his piss hole, which I eagerly lapped up.
The men fucking my other holes suddenly began driving their stiff dicks into me with wild abandon. I knew they were about to climax, and I helped them as best I could. The man behind me grabbed my tits and roughly squeezed my nipples as he pumped his cum into my ass. The combination of my clit rubbing on the belly of the man I straddled, and my nipples being tortured made me climax with an intensity that I had never experienced before. Waves of tremors coursed through my body, and I was alive with sensations of a perfect release. I felt reborn. I was a strange cock slut, and I wanted this to go on forever.
The men who were in the room continued to have their way with me. I relaxed and let them do whatever they wanted with my body. I lost track of how many orgasms these men had in me or on me. My skin shimmered in the neon light from the fresh jizz that I was coated with. My hair felt matted down, and I am sure I looked like I had been dunked in a tank of sperm syrup. I climaxed so many times that I felt dehydrated from the fluid loss. I was exhausted yet elated.
Eventually, I was too tired to continue and told these guys I had to leave. I vaguely remember being handed my dress and car keys. The light of early dawn was making its way through the cloudy sky, and through the murkiness of my brain as I staggered outside. I slipped on the dress and pulled it down as far under my ass as possible as I climbed into the seat of my car. I knew that I would be leaking men’s cum out of both holes and I wanted to capture it on my dress so I could savor the smells during a later masturbation session. I wonder if I will ever tell hubby about this.