Speaker 1: The heavy door to the private room swung shut with
a final resonant thud that seemed to seal us in
the air was cool, smelling of leather and degradation. My
heart hammered against my ribs a frantic bird. This is it,
this is really happening. I squeezed my girlfriend's hand. Sam's
palm was slick with sweat. Eight men stood in a loose, semicircle,
all of them looking exactly as I'd requested through the
club's discreete service, fit, handsome, and with that hungry, predatory
gleam in their eyes. At the center was Leo. His
sharp jaw was set, his darker eyes scanning us with
a commanding intensity that made my knees feel weak. He's perfect,
you must be, Leo said, his voice, a low rumble
that vibrated in the quiet room. And this is Sam, Sam,
my beautiful girlfriend. Sam, with her plump lower lip now
caught between her teeth and her wide eyes blown dark
with a terrifying mix of fear and arousal, gave a tiny,
almost imperceptible nod. The rules are simple, Leo continued, stepping forward.
Two other men moved with him, their intent clear you watch,
she participates. You want to see your girlfriend used by men.
You got it. You both obey. Safe words are on
the table, use them if you must. He glanced at
the heavy steel frame in the corner, padded with black
leather strip Both of you now. My fingers trembled as
I pulled my shirt over my head. Sam followed her movements, slower,
more hesitant. The cool air pebbled up skin. I couldn't
stop looking at her, the curve of her hip, the
swell of her breast, the vulnerable line of her throat.
This is for me, all for me. On your knees, Chloe,
hands behind your back. It was Leo again, holding a
set of polished steel cuffs. A jolt of pure electricity
shot through me. I'm not touching her, I'm just watching
the reality of my fantasy crashed over me, heavier and
more profound than I'd ever imagined. I sank to the
padded floor, the leather cool against my shins. The click
of the cuffs around my wrists was shockingly loud, the
metal biting, unforgiving. I was anchored a spectator in chains.
Leo turned to Sam, your turn, sweetheart. Two men guided
her to the center of the room. She was trembling.
One with sandy hair traced a finger down her spine.
Never been with a man before, have you? He murmured.
She shook her head a quick, jerky motion. Gonna learn today.
Another chuckled. They didn't undress her gently. They peeled her
clothes off, each article falling away to reveal more of
her perfect trembling skin. When she stood naked, one man
heavily tattooed, cupped her breast, thumb, brushing her nipple. Sam
gasped her head, falling back. Look at her, Chloe, Leo said,
coming to stand beside my kneeling form, his hand settled
on my head, possessive. Look at your pretty lesbian girlfriend,
already getting wet for a stranger's touch. It was true.
I could see a slick gloss between her thighs. From here.
My own cunt clenched, empty and aching. The sandy haired
man un buckled his pants, his cock springing out, already
thick and full. He guided himself to Sam's mouth. Open up, baby,
show your girl how good you can be. Sam's eyes
found mine, wide and pleading. I nodded my breath. Coming
in short pants, please for me, her lips parted. He
fed his cock into her mouth, a slow, inexorable invasion.
Sam gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but he held
her head, pushing deeper. That's it, take it, let Chloe see.
The sound was obscene, wet, choking gulps. A string of
saliva dripped from her lips, stretching down to his shaft.
He pulled back, and another man was there, instantly pressing
the head of his cock against her glistening lips. She
took him too, her jaw working. She's a natural. A
man with a beard grunted. Watch as a third took
his turn. Sam's mouth was a busy, dripping mess, saliva
webbing from one cock to the next, coating her chin,
her neck. Her whimpers were muffled by flesh. How does
it feel, Chloe, Leo whispered, his fingers tightening in my
hair watching her suck all that cock. She's not a
lesbian right now, is she? She's just a mouth, a warm,
wet hole for them to use, I moaned the truth
of his words, a white hot brand. She's there, slut,
and I made her this way. They used her mouth
until she was drooling. Her makeup smeared, her eyes dazed.
Then Leo gestured to the steel frame, the bed on
your back. They laid her down, cuffing each of her
wrists to the frame sides, spreading her wide open. Her
legs were lifted knees near her ears, exposing every thing,
the pink, glistening core of her that had only ever
known my tongue. I could see her trembling from here.
The first man, tattooed and heavy, positioned himself between her
splayed thighs. He rubbed the broad head of his cock
through her slickness, gathering it so wet for us. Already.
You like this, don't you pretending you don't want it?
He didn't wait for an answer. He pushed in. Sam's
cry was sharp, torn from her throat. It wasn't pain,
I knew her sounds. It was shock, the sheer, overwhelming
fullness of a thick cock splitting her open. He began
to fuck her, deep, pounding strokes that made the frame creak.
Her cunt swallowed him, wet sounds filling the room with
every thrust. Watch her take it, Chloe, Someone said, watch
your girl get fucked. I was crying. I realized tears
of sheer, overwhelming lust streaked my cheeks. I was so
turned on, I felt dizzy. I could see every detail,
the way her belly quivered, the way her breasts shook,
the desperate open oh of her mouth. He grunted his pace,
becoming frantic, and then he buried himself deep, shuddering. I
saw the pulse of his release inside her. He pulled out,
glistening and spent, and a pearl of white cumbs seeped
from her used hole. Leo's hand left my hair. He
walked to the bed, dipped two fingers into Sam's leaking cunt,
and gathered the hot, sticky mess. He came back to me,
his fingers glistening under the lights. Open, he commanded, I
did without hesitation. He shoved his cumsmeared fingers to my mouth.
The taste was musky, salty, profoundly alien, His seed inside
her now inside me. I sucked his fingers clean, a low,
desperate moan vibrating in my throat. The next man was
already lining up. He plunged into Sam's well fucked, come
filled pussy, groaning at the wet, sloppy heat. He fucked
her harder, his balls slapping against her. You feel that lesbian,
You feel all that cream inside you, making a nice
little slurry for my cock. He came too, adding his
own load to the mix, groaning as he painted her
depths again. Leo or sometimes another man would come to me,
fingers or whole hands dripping with the proof of Sam's violation,
and feed it to me. I licked them clean every time,
hungry for it, for the taste of her basement. My
world narrowed to the sight of Sam being relentlessly filled,
and the taste of each new hot deposit on my tongue.
The third, the fourth, each cock stretching her, each climax,
pumping her fuller. Sam was screaming, now not in protest,
but in a continuous sobbing wail of over stimulated pleasure.
Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her
nipples hard peaks. The fifth man finished, pulling out to
let a river of white drip onto the leather below.
She's overflowing, he laughed. A sixth man, thicker than the rest,
pushed in through the mess. Sam's eyes rolled back. Fuck
it's so deep, she slurred. He pistoned into her. The
sound now a loud, squelching chorus. Gonna plug you up, baby,
Gonna give you so how much you'll taste it for
a week. He came with a roar, his body rigid.
More cum leaked out around the girth of him as
he pulled free. Only two left. I was delirious, my
jaw sore from sucking cume from fingers, my cunt throbbing
with a desperate, untouched ache. The seventh man entered her,
fucking the packed, slippery channel. Look at her, Chloe, She's
not yours anymore. She's a gang bang cum dumpster, and
you're just the hungry little cunt who gets to clean up.
He emptied himself. The eighth and final man, Leo himself,
took his place. He looked down at Sam's utterly ravished body,
her whole gaping overflowing with the seed of seven men.
He pressed in, slowly, claiming the sopping spent space. He
fucked her with a brutal, steady rhythm, his eyes locked
on mine the entire time. This is what you wanted,
he stated, each word, a hammer blow to see her, used,
to see her ruined, for anyone else to taste it.
His thrusts became jagged. Now watch me own it. With
a final deep grind, he stilled, pouring himself into the
collective pool inside her. He held there, panting before withdrawing.
A flood of white followed a viscous cascade down onto
the leather. It was over. They uncuffed Sam first, she
collapsed onto the bed, boneless, dripping. They uncuffed me. My
legs buckled as I stood. Then they dragged me to her,
pushed my face between her legs, and made me eat
her used cunt. Clean. I ate her fucked, dripping, cum
filled cunt until she screamed. It tasted vile, but I
loved it. We didn't speak, gathered our clothes, dressed mechanically,
and stumbled out, leaning on each other. We took a
cab home. We walked into our apartment. The door closed.
That was great, I purred. We fell on each other
like animals, tearing clothes, my mouth seeking the taste of her,
of them still on her skin inside her. Who would
have guessed a way to build a better relationship would
be with eight hot loads in my girlfriend's cunt. I
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