Recovering from a brutal gangbang...
As many of you know I was recently asked by a guy I met named Mark on the Adult Friendfinder app to host a bachelor party for a group of his friends coming into Las Vegas. I'm a widowed mom, juggling k**s and Uber gigs, but certainly not a party planner.
I hesitated but agreed, seeking adventure. It was a leap, but I needed something more, especially the money.
Turns out Mark wasn’t who I thought he was. His picture on the site showed a young fit handsome guy but instead he was an older, balding fat guy who was also a manipulative asshole but he promised me a lot of money if I’d go through with it so I agreed. I met him at his suite at the Palazzo where he said he first needed to see me before agreeing to pay me for the hosting duties.
When I walked in wearing a sundress he immediately asked me to take off.
"Very nice," he said as I stood before him in my panties and bra. It was a matching set.
White and lacey, they did little to hide my nipples or my little triangle of blonde pubic hair.
"All the way?" I asked in as matter-of-fact a voice as I could summon.
"Yeah, but wait," he said. Then turning his head slightly he bellowed, "Ernie!"
A flabby, balding man in black dress slacks and a shiny red shirt with sweat-stained armpits came through a door from the bedroom. He wheezed when he moved. He stood next to Mark and looked me over. His face didn't register any emotion or opinion as he inspected me.
"This is bitch you hired for my bachelor party" he asked.
"Umm, maybe if you like her... Continue Jen" he said, gesturing at me with his cigar.
My heart was racing as I reached for the clasp on my bra. I suddenly doubted my plan. I wanted to back out now, but the words wouldn't form in my mind; blocked by my spiteful determination. I brought my fingers to the clasp and felt my breasts bounce free.
Now what? I thought, but I said nothing. They just looked at me, I mean really looked at me. It was almost as if I could feel their gaze rasp against my skin with a physical force as they coolly considered my tits, my pussy, my stomach, my ass. Standing there with those two skeezy old creeps judging me like fresh meat was awkward, but in a strange way it was titillating. There was a definite thrill in showing off the goods to a bunch of leering dirt-bags. You knew they were just dying for a taste, but you also knew you'd let them die before they ever got any.
Mark walked towards me. Ernie stayed rooted in place. "Bend over with your hands on the desk," Mark said. I looked him in the eye, trying to stare him down, but he just stared back with no hint of emotion.
I put my hands on the damn desk.
"Spread your legs apart," he said from behind me. I moved my feet out a little but I felt his hands reach in and press gently outward on my inner thighs, his fingernails lightly digging into me. I opened my legs more, until my feet were about a yard apart.
Ernie moved around to join Mark behind me. I just kept my eyes forward, playing it cool, my face calm; bored even. I stood there like I bent over desks and let strangers check out my bare ass and pussy all the time. But honestly, and I don't know what it was, but I was getting turned on. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
What the fuck is wrong with me, I thought.
"Holy fuck, that ain't bad," said Ernie.
"Yeah," said Mark blandly. "Smooth, heart shaped, no shitty tattoos; it's primo tail alright."
I felt a sweaty palm cup my ass, the finger and thumb nesting right into the crease between my cheek and my thigh, fingertips brushing the moist lips of my pussy. "Hey, watch it," I yelped.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.
"Testing the product darling."
Product? Fuck him. I protested, saying, "Hey! Easy. Quit it." But my protestations weren't enough to make him stop or even slow down. I turned my head to shoot him a nasty look but he was gone. I couldn't see him back there even though I could still feel his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart. That's when I felt his lips, tongue and teeth on my ass. I about jumped out of my skin, but his hands held me firm. I shuddered as his mouth nipped, kissed and licked its way over and around the cleft of my butt before his tongue start greedily slurping and pushing at my sphincter.
I shuddered at the feeling. I'd never had my ass eaten out before and I was amazed I liked it. I was amazed how much I liked it. I thought of all those times my late husband Erick had tried to get me interested in anal play and I'd rebuff him rudely. Holy shit that tongue felt good. I groaned and everything.
I was a little let down when he suddenly stopped, but I was also relieved since I was beginning to get a little freaked out. I wanted to get this... whatever it was, over with. But when I felt something else back there, something firm pushing against my asshole again, I threw a look back over my shoulder. "What the hell are you...OH!" I said as Ernie's prick pushed into my asshole.
I tried to pull away but I was balanced on the heels of my hands on the big glass desk and Ernie, with his hands on my hips, was practically lifting me off my feet as he began sliding his fat prick in and out of my ass. I couldn't get any leverage to move away. But after Ernie had opened me up with a few slow pushes I was able to take him more easily and I began to enjoy the feel of his cock punishing my ass. I stopped fighting him and leaned forward with my tits and forehead pressed into the glass desktop, my ass thrust up into the air.
He stopped before he came, which struck me as weird. Why ass-fuck a girl if you're not even going to get off? But he wasn't through. He stepped back and dropped into one of the steel framed chairs lined up against the wall. Peeking back over my shoulder I could see his pants were open and his erection still at attention.
"Come here," he said.
I don't know why I walked over to stand naked in front of that fat fuck. I should have grabbed my clothes and got out of there. But, I don't know, I guess I was curious… and needed the money.
"Get down on your knees," he said.
"What? That was just in my butt," I reminded him.
"You can leave whenever you want, Jen," said Mark blandly as he sat on the edge of his desk and re-lit his cigar.
So there I was, on my knees at the feet of that big son of a bitch, his hard, filthy cock bobbing in front of me. I looked up at him and he just smiled as he reached behind my head and guided my face down onto his shaft. At least it wasn't caked with my shit as I'd feared; I guess his tongue cleaned me out pretty good before his dick got in there (ew!). However his prick had a bitter, metallic kind of taste that wasn't at all pleasant. I fought back a gag as I just let it happen.
"Hmm, ATM. Impressive," said Mark with voice of surprised respect.
"She’s a natural," said Ernie through his shallow, wheezing breaths.
Ernie's hands were still on the back of my head and he started pushing me deeper down on his cock. His fat head was pushing farther and farther back and I tried to resist. He was going to make me puke if he wasn't careful.
"Just relax your throat honey, you almost have it," said Mark helpfully. I could tell by the tone of his voice that I was gaining his respect. Whoopee for me, right?
I followed his advice. I thought of the only relax-your-throat activity I knew. I pretended I was chugging a beer; a fat, smelly, dick-shaped beer. As I opened up and let it uncomfortably push down my throat, my nose disappeared into the grungy mat of public hair that surrounded the base of Ernie's shaft. I couldn't breathe with all that meat blocking off my air, so at least I could barely smell his grimy pubes: thank God.
Ernie said to Mark, "She's perfect."
I wanted to protest that I wasn't perfect because I wasn't taking a job as a goddamned whore. But again, I was too busy taking Ernie's dick down my neck from the tip of his prick back to the veiny base of his shaft to object.
I noticed the chalky, salty taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. It didn't take long before he thrust my head all the way down onto his meat and began to buck his hips into my face. I could feel his hot juice shooting down my throat. With his cock so far back past my tongue I couldn't taste it, which is lucky, I guess. But I couldn't breathe either. I began to beat on his thighs with my hands as I fought for breath. Finally he released me and I rolled back onto the floor gasping.
Ernie stood and pulled up his pants. He winked at me as I lay nude and panting on the floor. "You’re going to do great tonight," he said. Then before turning to leave he dug a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed a few bills at me.
Feeling shaky and in shock I crawled along the floor collecting my discarded clothes as I scooped up the s**ttered money.
Mark told me not to bother putting any more than my bra and panties back on as the guys will want to see me as a whore when they arrive soon.
So I sat there on the couch wearing only the shelf bra and thong panties. About 30 mins later Ernie came back into the room. He and Mark told me to get up as we were heading to the room where the bachelor party was.
We took the elevator up to the 14th floor and walked down the hall to the room. I was still just wearing my bra and thong panties and have never felt more like a whore. Mark knocked, we were let inside, and once again I felt my pussy start to cream as I realized another a gang fuck was about to go down. There were 10 guys sitting around a TV. All black guys… WTF, this was a setup?! The party wasn’t for Ernie, he was just pimping me out to another party!
"Damnnnnnn Ernie, you actually delivered!" one of the guys said.
"Oh yeah boys, this is my new fuck toy. She's down for anything, literally you can do anything you want to her. I got dibs on her asshole first but once I'm done that hole is yours to tear up too!"
"So much for havin a chill bachelor party, drinking some beers and rubbing up on strippers - But this alternative is waaaaay better!" One of the guys said.
Ernie pushed me to the center of the room and his very large friends towered around my body. They immediately ripped my bra off and their large hands grabbed my naked tits. My thong was ripped right off my body and I felt someone's tongue slip into my pussy. His tongue felt so good, lapping at my clit and fucking in and out of my hole. Ernie was the first to shove his cock into my mouth and fuck my face. I gagged and choked on his cock for the second time in hours and it still tasted like shit, even worse. Guys lined up behind him to await their turn. These guys were gonna tear me apart, I wasn't sure my body could handle it.
"I like the mom look on this bitch," some guy said, "this bitch knows her place, knows her pussy belongs to these black cocks and fuck, did you see the size of her pussy lips? Fucking meatfest!"
"Where'd you find this girl??" they asked Ernie as they continued groping my tits and ass and fingering my pussy along with pulling on my labia.
"She some famous Uber driving slut," Ernie replied, "and she’s already let me fuck her tight mommy asshole and lick her shit juice off my cock! Watch this!”
Ernie sat down on the couch and instructed me to bend over. He instructed me to sit my asshole down on his cock, reverse cowgirl. My tight anus stretched tightly around his thick cock, lubed only by my saliva from choking on his cock just moments before, slowly spreading my ass apart. My asshole felt like it was on fire, I was being stretched wider than even before! Ernie slowly bounced me up and down his shaft, allowing my anal canal time to adjust. Unfortunately for me, none of his friends gave me time to adjust - within seconds I had a cock in my mouth and another rammed into my pussy.
Double stuffed!! I screamed and moaned like a worthless whore. It hurt like hell and it felt like they were re-arranging my insides with the thick head of their cocks, but it also felt so amazingly good that I begged them to fuck me harder and really abuse my holes for their pleasure!
"Oh fuck that hurts," I moaned.
"Shut up whore!!" they yelled as a cock was rammed back down my throat. "Suck that cock whore. Show me what a good slut you are."
They continued alternating positions, fucking all my holes. I was fucked in every position with a cock in each hole, until they realized they could shove 2 cocks in my pussy.
"Owwwwee nooooooo pleeease that hurts!!" I begged as they double penetrated my poor little pussy.
"Fuuuuuck yeahhhh" they moaned. "Take it whore, take it!!"
From then on I was fucked by 3 cocks simultaneously in every position possible. They double stuffed my pussy with their huge black cocks not caring that I was screaming in pain and ecstasy! I was ruined. A group of monster dicks fucking me like a piece of meat.
Hours went by as they brutalized my holes. I alternated between begging for more and begging them to stop. It was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. By the end, I was completely covered in jizz, totally spent from orgasm-ing repeatedly, was in desperate need of ibuprofen for my sore aching pussy muscles and could barely move off the couch.
Ernie and his friends didn't care. They didn't have any fluids left in their systems either, but that didn't stop them from carrying me into the bedroom and tying me to the bed (like I would have been able to resist or escape anyways) and fucking me with different objects they could find laying around the suite. They brutally fucked my cunt with a very large dildo they had. One guy fucked me with his beer bottle, first with the top then with the bottom. Another guy grabbed himself a can of beer and started to ram it up my cunt. Soon I had a massive dildo in my ass and a beer can in my pussy. I screamed and begged them to stop stretching my once tight holes but that only encouraged them to fuck me harder.
After abusing my holes for another few hours, they finally called it quitting time and everyone decided to head to sleep around 6am. That's when I learned the suite we were in was shared by the entire group of guys, they all used it when they cheated on their wives or girlfriends and there was never a bachelor party after all. Just a fuckfest with me as the brutalized whore.
As Ernie walked out of the room I heard him say, "leave the door cracked open and tell anyone down in the casino that there's free white pussy in 1415, they should all cum get a piece."
I closed my eyes, hoping this was all just a drunk nightmare and passed out. Just before drifting off, I could feel some guy I’d never seen before cumming all over my tits and face, saying this was amazing and he was going to call up all his friends.
That was now weeks ago and I still haven't had sex since as I was so ruined. Still healing but can at least now write about it without feeling too sick to my stomach. Sometimes being a slut can be brutal.
Yours, jen
I hesitated but agreed, seeking adventure. It was a leap, but I needed something more, especially the money.
Turns out Mark wasn’t who I thought he was. His picture on the site showed a young fit handsome guy but instead he was an older, balding fat guy who was also a manipulative asshole but he promised me a lot of money if I’d go through with it so I agreed. I met him at his suite at the Palazzo where he said he first needed to see me before agreeing to pay me for the hosting duties.
When I walked in wearing a sundress he immediately asked me to take off.
"Very nice," he said as I stood before him in my panties and bra. It was a matching set.
White and lacey, they did little to hide my nipples or my little triangle of blonde pubic hair.
"All the way?" I asked in as matter-of-fact a voice as I could summon.
"Yeah, but wait," he said. Then turning his head slightly he bellowed, "Ernie!"
A flabby, balding man in black dress slacks and a shiny red shirt with sweat-stained armpits came through a door from the bedroom. He wheezed when he moved. He stood next to Mark and looked me over. His face didn't register any emotion or opinion as he inspected me.
"This is bitch you hired for my bachelor party" he asked.
"Umm, maybe if you like her... Continue Jen" he said, gesturing at me with his cigar.
My heart was racing as I reached for the clasp on my bra. I suddenly doubted my plan. I wanted to back out now, but the words wouldn't form in my mind; blocked by my spiteful determination. I brought my fingers to the clasp and felt my breasts bounce free.
Now what? I thought, but I said nothing. They just looked at me, I mean really looked at me. It was almost as if I could feel their gaze rasp against my skin with a physical force as they coolly considered my tits, my pussy, my stomach, my ass. Standing there with those two skeezy old creeps judging me like fresh meat was awkward, but in a strange way it was titillating. There was a definite thrill in showing off the goods to a bunch of leering dirt-bags. You knew they were just dying for a taste, but you also knew you'd let them die before they ever got any.
Mark walked towards me. Ernie stayed rooted in place. "Bend over with your hands on the desk," Mark said. I looked him in the eye, trying to stare him down, but he just stared back with no hint of emotion.
I put my hands on the damn desk.
"Spread your legs apart," he said from behind me. I moved my feet out a little but I felt his hands reach in and press gently outward on my inner thighs, his fingernails lightly digging into me. I opened my legs more, until my feet were about a yard apart.
Ernie moved around to join Mark behind me. I just kept my eyes forward, playing it cool, my face calm; bored even. I stood there like I bent over desks and let strangers check out my bare ass and pussy all the time. But honestly, and I don't know what it was, but I was getting turned on. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
What the fuck is wrong with me, I thought.
"Holy fuck, that ain't bad," said Ernie.
"Yeah," said Mark blandly. "Smooth, heart shaped, no shitty tattoos; it's primo tail alright."
I felt a sweaty palm cup my ass, the finger and thumb nesting right into the crease between my cheek and my thigh, fingertips brushing the moist lips of my pussy. "Hey, watch it," I yelped.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.
"Testing the product darling."
Product? Fuck him. I protested, saying, "Hey! Easy. Quit it." But my protestations weren't enough to make him stop or even slow down. I turned my head to shoot him a nasty look but he was gone. I couldn't see him back there even though I could still feel his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart. That's when I felt his lips, tongue and teeth on my ass. I about jumped out of my skin, but his hands held me firm. I shuddered as his mouth nipped, kissed and licked its way over and around the cleft of my butt before his tongue start greedily slurping and pushing at my sphincter.
I shuddered at the feeling. I'd never had my ass eaten out before and I was amazed I liked it. I was amazed how much I liked it. I thought of all those times my late husband Erick had tried to get me interested in anal play and I'd rebuff him rudely. Holy shit that tongue felt good. I groaned and everything.
I was a little let down when he suddenly stopped, but I was also relieved since I was beginning to get a little freaked out. I wanted to get this... whatever it was, over with. But when I felt something else back there, something firm pushing against my asshole again, I threw a look back over my shoulder. "What the hell are you...OH!" I said as Ernie's prick pushed into my asshole.
I tried to pull away but I was balanced on the heels of my hands on the big glass desk and Ernie, with his hands on my hips, was practically lifting me off my feet as he began sliding his fat prick in and out of my ass. I couldn't get any leverage to move away. But after Ernie had opened me up with a few slow pushes I was able to take him more easily and I began to enjoy the feel of his cock punishing my ass. I stopped fighting him and leaned forward with my tits and forehead pressed into the glass desktop, my ass thrust up into the air.
He stopped before he came, which struck me as weird. Why ass-fuck a girl if you're not even going to get off? But he wasn't through. He stepped back and dropped into one of the steel framed chairs lined up against the wall. Peeking back over my shoulder I could see his pants were open and his erection still at attention.
"Come here," he said.
I don't know why I walked over to stand naked in front of that fat fuck. I should have grabbed my clothes and got out of there. But, I don't know, I guess I was curious… and needed the money.
"Get down on your knees," he said.
"What? That was just in my butt," I reminded him.
"You can leave whenever you want, Jen," said Mark blandly as he sat on the edge of his desk and re-lit his cigar.
So there I was, on my knees at the feet of that big son of a bitch, his hard, filthy cock bobbing in front of me. I looked up at him and he just smiled as he reached behind my head and guided my face down onto his shaft. At least it wasn't caked with my shit as I'd feared; I guess his tongue cleaned me out pretty good before his dick got in there (ew!). However his prick had a bitter, metallic kind of taste that wasn't at all pleasant. I fought back a gag as I just let it happen.
"Hmm, ATM. Impressive," said Mark with voice of surprised respect.
"She’s a natural," said Ernie through his shallow, wheezing breaths.
Ernie's hands were still on the back of my head and he started pushing me deeper down on his cock. His fat head was pushing farther and farther back and I tried to resist. He was going to make me puke if he wasn't careful.
"Just relax your throat honey, you almost have it," said Mark helpfully. I could tell by the tone of his voice that I was gaining his respect. Whoopee for me, right?
I followed his advice. I thought of the only relax-your-throat activity I knew. I pretended I was chugging a beer; a fat, smelly, dick-shaped beer. As I opened up and let it uncomfortably push down my throat, my nose disappeared into the grungy mat of public hair that surrounded the base of Ernie's shaft. I couldn't breathe with all that meat blocking off my air, so at least I could barely smell his grimy pubes: thank God.
Ernie said to Mark, "She's perfect."
I wanted to protest that I wasn't perfect because I wasn't taking a job as a goddamned whore. But again, I was too busy taking Ernie's dick down my neck from the tip of his prick back to the veiny base of his shaft to object.
I noticed the chalky, salty taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. It didn't take long before he thrust my head all the way down onto his meat and began to buck his hips into my face. I could feel his hot juice shooting down my throat. With his cock so far back past my tongue I couldn't taste it, which is lucky, I guess. But I couldn't breathe either. I began to beat on his thighs with my hands as I fought for breath. Finally he released me and I rolled back onto the floor gasping.
Ernie stood and pulled up his pants. He winked at me as I lay nude and panting on the floor. "You’re going to do great tonight," he said. Then before turning to leave he dug a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed a few bills at me.
Feeling shaky and in shock I crawled along the floor collecting my discarded clothes as I scooped up the s**ttered money.
Mark told me not to bother putting any more than my bra and panties back on as the guys will want to see me as a whore when they arrive soon.
So I sat there on the couch wearing only the shelf bra and thong panties. About 30 mins later Ernie came back into the room. He and Mark told me to get up as we were heading to the room where the bachelor party was.
We took the elevator up to the 14th floor and walked down the hall to the room. I was still just wearing my bra and thong panties and have never felt more like a whore. Mark knocked, we were let inside, and once again I felt my pussy start to cream as I realized another a gang fuck was about to go down. There were 10 guys sitting around a TV. All black guys… WTF, this was a setup?! The party wasn’t for Ernie, he was just pimping me out to another party!
"Damnnnnnn Ernie, you actually delivered!" one of the guys said.
"Oh yeah boys, this is my new fuck toy. She's down for anything, literally you can do anything you want to her. I got dibs on her asshole first but once I'm done that hole is yours to tear up too!"
"So much for havin a chill bachelor party, drinking some beers and rubbing up on strippers - But this alternative is waaaaay better!" One of the guys said.
Ernie pushed me to the center of the room and his very large friends towered around my body. They immediately ripped my bra off and their large hands grabbed my naked tits. My thong was ripped right off my body and I felt someone's tongue slip into my pussy. His tongue felt so good, lapping at my clit and fucking in and out of my hole. Ernie was the first to shove his cock into my mouth and fuck my face. I gagged and choked on his cock for the second time in hours and it still tasted like shit, even worse. Guys lined up behind him to await their turn. These guys were gonna tear me apart, I wasn't sure my body could handle it.
"I like the mom look on this bitch," some guy said, "this bitch knows her place, knows her pussy belongs to these black cocks and fuck, did you see the size of her pussy lips? Fucking meatfest!"
"Where'd you find this girl??" they asked Ernie as they continued groping my tits and ass and fingering my pussy along with pulling on my labia.
"She some famous Uber driving slut," Ernie replied, "and she’s already let me fuck her tight mommy asshole and lick her shit juice off my cock! Watch this!”
Ernie sat down on the couch and instructed me to bend over. He instructed me to sit my asshole down on his cock, reverse cowgirl. My tight anus stretched tightly around his thick cock, lubed only by my saliva from choking on his cock just moments before, slowly spreading my ass apart. My asshole felt like it was on fire, I was being stretched wider than even before! Ernie slowly bounced me up and down his shaft, allowing my anal canal time to adjust. Unfortunately for me, none of his friends gave me time to adjust - within seconds I had a cock in my mouth and another rammed into my pussy.
Double stuffed!! I screamed and moaned like a worthless whore. It hurt like hell and it felt like they were re-arranging my insides with the thick head of their cocks, but it also felt so amazingly good that I begged them to fuck me harder and really abuse my holes for their pleasure!
"Oh fuck that hurts," I moaned.
"Shut up whore!!" they yelled as a cock was rammed back down my throat. "Suck that cock whore. Show me what a good slut you are."
They continued alternating positions, fucking all my holes. I was fucked in every position with a cock in each hole, until they realized they could shove 2 cocks in my pussy.
"Owwwwee nooooooo pleeease that hurts!!" I begged as they double penetrated my poor little pussy.
"Fuuuuuck yeahhhh" they moaned. "Take it whore, take it!!"
From then on I was fucked by 3 cocks simultaneously in every position possible. They double stuffed my pussy with their huge black cocks not caring that I was screaming in pain and ecstasy! I was ruined. A group of monster dicks fucking me like a piece of meat.
Hours went by as they brutalized my holes. I alternated between begging for more and begging them to stop. It was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. By the end, I was completely covered in jizz, totally spent from orgasm-ing repeatedly, was in desperate need of ibuprofen for my sore aching pussy muscles and could barely move off the couch.
Ernie and his friends didn't care. They didn't have any fluids left in their systems either, but that didn't stop them from carrying me into the bedroom and tying me to the bed (like I would have been able to resist or escape anyways) and fucking me with different objects they could find laying around the suite. They brutally fucked my cunt with a very large dildo they had. One guy fucked me with his beer bottle, first with the top then with the bottom. Another guy grabbed himself a can of beer and started to ram it up my cunt. Soon I had a massive dildo in my ass and a beer can in my pussy. I screamed and begged them to stop stretching my once tight holes but that only encouraged them to fuck me harder.
After abusing my holes for another few hours, they finally called it quitting time and everyone decided to head to sleep around 6am. That's when I learned the suite we were in was shared by the entire group of guys, they all used it when they cheated on their wives or girlfriends and there was never a bachelor party after all. Just a fuckfest with me as the brutalized whore.
As Ernie walked out of the room I heard him say, "leave the door cracked open and tell anyone down in the casino that there's free white pussy in 1415, they should all cum get a piece."
I closed my eyes, hoping this was all just a drunk nightmare and passed out. Just before drifting off, I could feel some guy I’d never seen before cumming all over my tits and face, saying this was amazing and he was going to call up all his friends.
That was now weeks ago and I still haven't had sex since as I was so ruined. Still healing but can at least now write about it without feeling too sick to my stomach. Sometimes being a slut can be brutal.
Yours, jen
7 months ago
