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I met her at a gang-bangI hope you enjoy the scene. I wrote it in one go this morning because I saw a clip on this site which gave me the idea. It’s also unedited, etc., so there are likely to be errors and/or typos in the text. Apologies for any errors. I just wanted to smash this scene out and then get on with something which actually earns me money!Anyway. Here it is. Comments and feedback are welcome, as long as it’s constructive and not just, “Your story sucks.”Thanks for reading.Ricky – Cambridgeshire, UK – 19th of April 2020 (during the great lockdown!)OneThere were five of us there. Six if you include the girl. Not a bad mix. Five on one meant we all got a go. Not that I studied the men too much, they didn’t interest me at all, but I’d have put the age range from early 20s to one guy halfway through his 50s. I fell in at the average, put the girl at being a couple of years younger than me. She was one of the pretty ones. The kind of looks and body which made me wonder what it was she got out of being manhandled and fucked by a group of men.Strangers.She came in wearing a tiny white crop-top, a thong, and an enthusiastic smile. As she moved and I watched the roll of her breasts under the top, I thought she was just about perfect. There was no acting about it, this was a girl who was enjoying herself, which again brought the question about what motivated her to do it to the front of my brain. Then I forgot about that, distracted by her strappy high heels which added inches to her height and exaggerated the length of her legs. She was slim, yet shapely, had long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and pearly white teeth which she showed in a constant smile.We were in a hotel local to me. One of a nationwide chain. Standard fixtures and fittings typical of its type. I was leaning against the counter, atop which were an electric jug, packets of coffee and tea, and four of those small thimbles of milk. I had my backside resting against the counter and was the first one she passed. On her way past me she flashed her eyes, eyebrows arched as she smiled.“Hi,” she said.And then breezed on by.I caught a waft of soap in her slipstream, a fresh, clean scent like she’d showered moments before. Which she probably had. She would be perfect for us right at the start. An hour later she wouldn’t be so fresh that was for certain.The girl, Alana, went to the foot of the bed. She put her fists on her hips and surveyed the men. As she looked around at the gathering, she grinned and nodded. Dimples on her cheeks took a couple of years off her and brought the question about why such a pretty, vivacious young woman would want to be in that room with us.“Hi boys,” she said. “Is everyone all right?”There were nods and murmurs but no eye contact between any of us men. There was tension in the room, a sense of danger, something in the atmosphere which made me edgy and hyper-aware. It wasn’t just me. I could tell from glancing at a couple of others they were feeling it, too. It put me in mind of dogs a few seconds before it descends to snarls and bared teeth.If she felt it, Alana ignored it. She kept the smile and looked at us one by one in another sweep of the room.“Good,” she said. “So, how about we get this thing started? I don’t know about you, but I’m horny as fuck.”It was the alpha dog, the oldest – and biggest – who made the first move. He was bare-chested already, probably a deliberate act designed to intimidate the rest of us with his hard muscles and tattoos. Unzipping his flies brought all eyes to him. Then he hauled forth his erection. He smirked and stroked his size. “Me too, darlin’” he said.I watched, my own arousal going from simmer to boil as Alana moved to where the big dog stood near the window. I like to get involved in the scene, I enjoy the physical side, but I’m not fussed about being the first to get my cock into the girl. I’m evenly split between participation and watching. I’m a voyeur. I like to watch people fuck, especially if the woman’s hot, athletic, and achingly pretty. With Alana, for me, in that room with those men, as the alpha lifted her top to expose pudding-sized tits and uptilted nipples, it was about seeing perfection corrupted.The man pulled the crop-top free, and while it might be a strange thing to say, when I saw the pale outline of where a bikini top had protected her from the sun, I had a momentary flash across my mind’s-eye about how gorgeous she would have looked in a bikini.Alana grinned and curled her fingers around the man’s size. She stroked it while he mauled her breasts.“You gonna fuck me?” she said.The man’s attention locked on Alana, hunger in his expression. He said, “Oh yeah, for sure.”Alana kept stroking the cock. She said, “Cover me in cum?”The man nodded. “All over these cute-fucking-tits.”Alana pouted and looked around the room. Her focus just happened to land on me.“My face too?” she said.She was looking at me when the man next spoke. Alana winked and crinkled her nose, which was what sparked the connection and was the catalyst for what I did when it was over, when Alana finished the session plastered in spunk.“That’s such a pretty face,” said the man.Alana gave him her attention again. Then she said, “Wait until you see it sucking cock.”Which he did a few seconds later when another one in the group unzipped and moved in to offer himself. #I waited in my car. I left the room, went down in the lift, walked into the car park, and moved the car so I could watch the entrance. An hour later I saw a young woman with black hair step from the hotel. My insides lurched. I was breaking the rules but felt a compulsion to make an approach.When she left the hotel, Alana looked so normal it was a surreal moment for me. I’d last seen her naked, cum smeared over her face, breasts spattered with blobs of the stuff, my own ejaculate included in the mix. She was gasping and apparently thrilled as she lay on the bed, legs wide, pussy stretched by a cock sheathed in a condom as she exhorted the man to dump his goo as he rough-fucked her in front. Alana fucked with enthusiasm. She worked hard at giving us pleasure while she took her own. She was vocal about it, profanities pouring out of her in a torrent of filth and depravity that, oddly considering Alana had just taken on five men with her mouth, her anus, and cunt, shocked me to hear. It struck me that Alana was a sarıyer escort fallen angel. That face was sweet and innocent, her demeanour so engaging and open that it didn’t seem right to hear her talk that way. Even with semen all over her skin and as her body took the man’s cock something jarred with me. Yet there se was in street clothes, large leather bag over one shoulder, striding away from the hotel entrance. A normal, attractive young woman going about her business. Worth a second or even a third glance but who looked incapable of offering herself for a gang-fuck in one of the rooms.I got out of the car and, trepidation working in the pit of my stomach, approached Alana from behind. In warning, I called her name.She stopped and turned, anxiety in her face.I started to explain straight away. It came out in a babble, but I wanted to put her at ease as soon as I could.“I’m sorry,” I said. “I know this is out of order, but I only want to talk to you. That’s all. I’m not after anything. No trouble. If you want me to fuck off, just say so.”I saw a flicker of fear. It was a momentary thing, a flash of it in behind her eyes. Then she frowned and looked at me.“What’s your name?” she said.The question surprised me. “Uh, oh, Andy,” I said.As I watched her face, Alana nodded quickly. She glanced towards the road just beyond the car park entrance. “I’m expecting an Uber,” she said.Disappointment plummeted south but I backed away a step. “Oh, right.”Alana said, “No, wait,” and moved her bag to look inside. She took out a mobile phone. Did some swipes and dabbed at the screen with the tip of a finger. “Hang on,” she said.I waited.Then she looked up and gave me the smile. The one with the dimples. Alana dropped the phone into her bag.“Cancelled,” she said.She laughed when I gawked.“God, your face,” she said. Alana pointed to the hotel. “There’s a bar in there. How about a coffee or something?”I couldn’t believe how easy it had been. “You sure?” I said.She laughed again and shook her head, expression amused. “You said you wanted to talk?”I nodded.“So, come on. Let’s go in and talk.”Which is what we did.And that’s how it started. #Alana picked up the cup. She sipped froth from the top of the cappuccino and eyed me over the rim before she gently put the cup back in the saucer.“Why do I do it?” she said.I struggled to reconcile the bright, obviously intelligent young woman sitting across from me at a table in the hotel restaurant/bar as being the one I’d just seen used, and who I’d used myself, not too long ago. We were in a booth, cocooned in a little bubble of secrecy, her green eyes on me as she processed the question.“I like it,” she said. Alana shrugged and curled her lower lip as she looked at me.It was a simple answer which didn’t satisfy me.“Yeah, but there has to be more to it than that.”Alana took another sip. “It pays well,” she said. “I mean, it pays really-fucking well.”I didn’t have a response and we just stared at each other for a few uncomfortable seconds.The Alana laughed. “All right,” she said, “so we’re going to have a deep and meaningful, are we?”I shrugged, embarrassed.“What about you?” she said. “What do you get out of days like this?”It caught me off guard, but I had an answer. “I like watching,” I said.Interest sparked in Alana’s green eyes. She nodded and eased forward, forearms on the table, fingers entwined. It was like she was protecting the cup and saucer, her eyes on my face.“Watching?” she said.It felt awkward to say it out loud, especially to someone who, despite the intimacy we’d shared where I’d fucked into her pussy and sprayed spunk over her breasts, was still a stranger to me.“Yeah,” I said. “I like to watch people have sex.”“It seemed a bit more than that upstairs.”“Well, watching is what gets me going. It turns me on to see it, but I have to … finish. I have to come.” I said it low and quiet, little more than a whisper.Alana nodded. “Yeah, makes sense.”“There’s more to it,” I said.I was starting to relax. There was no judgement from Alana, which made it easy. Plus, she was so easy on the eye and gave off this honest, open vibe I just started to talk.“It’s the whole scene,” I said. “First contact. The excitement of a new meet. I suppose there’s some sense of it being wrong that works on me, too. It’s sort of sneaky. We all meet up and nobody has a clue. I mean, look at us now. Nobody would imagine what we’d been involved with. What you did upstairs. You’re too pretty for it to make sense. I bet you could go up to just about any bloke and they’d do what you wanted. You could get any man you’re attracted to. Your body … your face … it doesn’t add up that you’d just give it away like you do.“I know I’m not the best-looking bloke around, but a couple of the others today? I can’t get past you letting that bald, chubby one actually fuck you.”Alana sipped her coffee. “You think it’s about looks?” she said.I sighed, frustrated because I was being clumsy about it.“Well, obviously not,” I said.“What are you saying, Andy? You think I’m a slag?”I winced, sensing it was going to unravel and I’d offended her.“No, I don’t mean it to sound disrespectful. I’m just asking what is it that makes you do it. Like I said, you could get just about any man you set your eye on. But you let a group of us … Well, you know.“It was in my head when you first came out of the bathroom. I looked around and saw who was there and wondered why you did it. What’s in it for you? Unless it’s the money?”Alana grinned, which was a relief. “It’s not just the money. I told you, I like it. I love sex. I mean, I really … fucking … love sex, Andy. I’ve had relationships, you know, monogamous. But I’ve been let down by cheaters. I had a boyfriend, well, a fiancé, actually, who I was faithful to even though I was horny as fuck most of the time. The sex was okay. I came and everything. But my body needed more. Still, I pushed that down and got on with it. And you know what…?”“I think I can guess,” I said.Alana nodded, expression all about indignation. “Yeah, you probably guessed.”“He cheated,” I said.She nodded again. “He did. The arsehole. If we’d talked and been upfront and honest, you know what I would’ve done?”I pulled a face and shook my head.“Suggested swinging. He could’ve fucked me, had other women. All of that stuff,” she said.“And esenyurt escort you would’ve…?”“I woulda fucked other men,” Alana said. Then she chuckled and rolled her eyes. “But he probably woulda gotten all bent up and jealous. That happens, I know. It’s all right for him to shag some strange but it doesn’t work the other way.”“People are complex,” I said.Alana looked at me. “So you’re answering your own question there, Andy. I do the gang stuff because I’m complex. I like it. I like the money. I don’t have to do a job I hate. I get loads of really dirty, gorgeous sex. Yeah, I get what you say about some of the guys not being wonderful physical specimens, but that’s not hugely important to me. Most of them are nice. Respectful, you know?”I nodded into the question.“They’re quite grateful, too sometimes,” Alana said. “Which is kinda sweet. It’s those kinds of things I like. If a man’s so handsome he can be right up his own arse. Takes things for granted. Not all the good-looking one’s, of course. People are always different, and full of surprises. Like you,” she said.I gawked. “Me?”She nodded, smiling at me. “Yeah, I had you tagged as shy. Well, as shy as anyone can be at a gang-bang I guess. But that’s different. You were there with a bunch of others. You were probably used to the scene. I’m assuming it’s not your first time in a group. But you weren’t pushy. You were just there, watching I suppose. Now I know it’s your thing to watch. But I deffo had you tagged as shy. Yet here we are. You came right up and talked to me.”“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was something I shouldn’t have done. I should’ve followed up with an email or something. I know women in your position don’t like to have anything to do with us after it’s done. I mean, a couple I’ve been with are married. They’re really tight on personal safety and security. And that makes sense. I suppose there are nutters out there.”“Are you a nutter, Andy?”She said it with a spark of humour in the eyes.“Not a dangerous one,” I said. “I wouldn’t have come up to you like I did outside normally. But it was the question I wanted to ask.”“You getting your answers?”She sipped coffee and looked at me.“Yeah, some,” I said. “Thanks, Alana.”“That’s not my name,” she said.It didn’t surprise me to hear.I shrugged and said, “That doesn’t matter.”“It’s Becky,” she said.“Both names suit you.”She chuckled. “You wanna know something, Andy?” she said. “Hey, your name is Andy, right?”I nodded. “Yeah, I don’t bother with any of that. I’m not worth stalking.”Alana blurted a laugh. “You’re funny. I like you.”I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.“So, you wanna know?” she said.I nodded again. “Okay. What?”She looked almost embarrassed to say it. Her eyes dropped away as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Then she looked at my face and dropped an eyelid onto her cheek. It was the same lascivious wink and crinkle-nosed look she’d given me before the action had started upstairs.Then she took my breath away with an admission.“You were my favourite today. That’s why I cancelled my Uber. That’s why I’m sitting here now. TwoThat’s how I met my fiancé. We met at a gang-fuck. I watched her squat and suck the cock while she used her hand to tease the alpha guy’s length. As she did it, another man got in close and yanked the thong down, which prompted her to move to her knees, the cocks in her mouth and hand as she angled her pelvis.“Put a condom on your cock,” she said.After gasping it out, Alana went back to the cocks in front of her face. She went from one to the other, looking up to make eye contact as she also told the men in the crudest of terms what it was she expected.When the third one was ready, he got down behind Alana and offered the cockhead to her body.Creased at the waist, hands full of male appendage, Alana looked at the man behind her. “Put it in,” she said. “Fuck me like you mean it.”He did.All of us did.Alana let us loose on her body. Men groped and grabbed, hands on her skin. The alpha guy slapped her buttocks and made her yelp. He had her on her hands and knees, her bottom thrust up, hips angled to take his size. He held her waist, which seemed tiny in the grip of his large fingers.She moved around in constant flux. Sucking any cock near her face. She wanked them and muttered filth around a mouthful of dick, her pussy taking them one after the other. I watched, awed and fascinated when Alana went airtight. She was riding a cock when the chubby bald one moved in close and curled in over her back. I heard Alana gasp and groan when her rectum gave in to the invading length.“All of me, boys,” sha said.And then glommed with enthusiasm at the man who knelt and offered himself to her lips.I was the fourth one to get into Alana’s pussy. She gasped at me, eyes down at our conjunction, her focus all about where her cunt was taking my length until the alpha guy slapped her cheeks with his cock.The cum flicked out of my dick, three vehement bursts which spattered over Alana’s breasts, a fourth spurt catching her cheek as she turned to take yet another hard-on into her mouth.Then we had coffee. We talked.I asked Alana if we could meet again. “Just us, nobody else,” I said.Her eyes sparkled. She smiled. “What, like a date?”It was an embarrassing moment for me. “Yeah, like that,” I said. “But it doesn’t necessarily mean I expect sex.”A laugh tinkled from her. “Old-fashioned gentleman aren’t you, Andy,” she said.I looked at the table, awkward. “It’s different. It isn’t about all that stuff.”“It’s okay. I sort of understand what you mean.”We went on a date.And then another.After that we were a couple.I proposed six months into the relationship.Becky, because she was Becky to me by then, agreed.I had Becky as a fiancé, but Alana was still very much in the scene.We married on a Saturday in June. It was a medium-sized affair. Both families were present. It was smiles and congratulations all day.We spent our first night as a married couple in a suite at the venue. Me, my wife, and five other men to keep her occupied. #As arranged, they were there when my wife and I opened the door.Becky gasped and looked at me. “Oh my God,” she said.“Thought you might like some company with us tonight,” I said.The men were naked. They were stroking their dicks while eyeing my wife.“You filthy, wonderful sod.” Becky looked at me, doubt in her avrupa yakası escort pout. “You’re sure?” she said.“Of course. I wouldn’t have done it else.”She kissed me, just a gentle, tender press of her lips against my cheek.We went in and I closed the door. “There’s something else,” I said.Becky paused. She turned to face me.I swept a forefinger to encompass the men. “I thought about this and got it sorted so there’s no condoms tonight.”Becky’s mouth went slack. “You mean…?”I nodded. “Bareback. They’re all okay. A test was part of the deal. It’s a special night. You can do whatever you want.”Becky’s eyes misted and I knew she was close to tears. “I love you,” she said. Then she kissed me. Properly. On the mouth, tongue swirling with mine.“I love you, too,” I said.“God, Andy, I’m wearing my wedding dress. This is too fucking filthy for words.”I grinned and looked at the men. “Go on,” I said. “Get to it.” #I watched as my wife lay back and spread her thighs. She looked at me, splayed her labia to expose her core, and then invited the youngest to use her cunt.The man, 20 I knew from our online conversations and subsequent face-to-face interview, moved between Becky’s thighs. He cranked his cock and eased in over her body, his weight on his knees and one straight arm. The bulb nudged Becky’s opening. She gasped and, holding my stare, urged the man to use her for sex.He went in up to his balls, a groan coming from Becky. Her eyes closed and she gripped his shoulders. When she opened her eyes again, it was all about her and the man. She started to move, shunting her hips, the glazed-eyed look telling me Becky was feeling the cock.Their rutting continued until she had him close to his peak.“Don’t come,” Becky said. “Not yet. Not in me. I want all of these fuckers before anyone dumps cum in my cunt.”The language was as bad as any I’d heard. The nastiness of it was a sign Becky was enjoying herself. She was in her element with five erections to play with. Well, she had six, but I would go last. I had it planned so the others would use Becky for sex while our time together would be about love.After that comment, Becky shoved the youngster aside. She then took them in turn. Moving positions, her own fingers working her clit as she worked herself towards a first climax. When it hit, Becky went berserk. She gasped and sobbed and shook. The judders took her away and she slid off the man she’d been riding so hard.As the orgasm waned, Becky got right back onto the cock. She was wearing white stockings and shoes. The wedding dress was a discarded heap at the foot of the bed. A white corset cinched her waist, her breasts shivering and rolling while she reached back and splayed her buttocks. From where I was sitting and slowly caressing my cock, I saw the dark smudge of her rectum while her cunt took all the man beneath her had to offer.“God, come on,” she said. “One of you put it in my arse. Fuck me, you bastards. I want a night to remember.”She was airtight a few seconds later. One of the men slid lube over his cock and got in behind Becky. I heard the groan curdle from her when he fed his size into her anus. Then she was gurgling because someone else was fucking her mouth.It was frantic and desperate for a few hours. Alana took them on in wave after wave. She worked their cocks until each man was on the brink. As she’d once told me, the assumption is it’s them men using her. In fact, according to Becky, the power dynamic is all in her favour.“Without me,” she’d said, “it’s just a bunch of blokes with hard cocks wanking in front of each other. And I’m sure there’s a niche for that,” she said through a grin, “but it’s not what my men are after.“I’m the one with the power. I’m in control. If I don’t want one of them inside me, it doesn’t happen. There might be a group, but they’re on my side. If one of them does something I don’t like, and I tell them about it, the other’s soon put him straight.“It’s up to me what happens. I can have them wank over me or I can fuck them all.”I asked Alana – the name I used for her at that time – about the alpha guy in the group when I first saw her.She nodded and pulled a face. “Yeah, some of them are out to impress. Sometimes the dominant types think they can take over. That I’m going to do whatever they say because they just fuck me into submission. Sometimes I like it, sometimes it pisses me off. That bloke was okay for the sex, but I didn’t like him too much. Understand what I’m saying?”I wasn’t too sure but nodded anyway.“If he’d asked me for a chat, I woulda fucked him right off,” Alana had said.So, on our wedding night, I let other men loose on my wife knowing she had it under control. I watched her work them with her body. She swore and groaned, giving them her mouth, anus, and pussy until her hair was lank, all matted and stringy with sweat. Her skin shone with perspiration. Her tummy tensed with the effort of fucking while the long, lean muscles in her thighs shivered from nervous exhaustion. Becky came.Then she came again.She kept on coming until, with a gasp, the cock slipping from between her lips, she announced she wanted their cum.“Nobody does it in my cunt,” she said. “That’s for my husband. Only he’s allowed to let go in there. It’s special. It’s for making babies,” she said.Those few lines worked on me at a profound level. It was a combination of filth and a statement of love. I was the one she wanted to make a baby with. It would be my sperm that sparked life inside her.After she said it, I was impatient for them to get it over and done. I wanted to make love to my wife. It wouldn’t matter that she was covered in semen. I wanted to kiss her mouth and fuck into her body until she was brimming with spunk.My spunk.My cum.My seed. #Mindless to the smears, spatters, and dollops of semen all over my wife, when the men had gone, I lay her down and made love to her in the missionary style. She lay there and opened her legs. Just like she’d done for so many men before, a lot of whom I’d witnessed fucking into her pussy. But, for me, she had love shining in her eyes.I kissed Becky as her molten embrace caressed my cock. We moved together, her skin slick with ejaculate, ropes of the goo glistening in her hair, her murmurs of love soft in my ears.“Did you mean that stuff about the baby?” I said.Becky paused and caught her lower lip between her teeth as she stared at me. Then she nodded.“I’ll stop the pill,” she said. “We can go without this sex for a few months. Then, when I get pregnant…”Later, after loving for the first time as a married couple, I groaned out I loved her and emptied myself, an image of her big with a baby inside her while she took on two or three men rolling across my mind’s-eye.
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