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 I have read so many stories on the subject of Gangbangs.  For some reason I
have always found the idea very stimulating but it was just a fantasy until
very recently.

   A little bit about me.  My name is Christina.  I'm 23 yrs old and
employed in retail sales.  I'm moderately tall at 5ft 8 and quite slim. 
I'm not a fitness fanatic so I don't have some of the curves more athletic
women have, but I'm told that I am attractive.  I have black hair down to
my shoulder blades.  I would like it longer but it becomes a nuisance to
manage so I keep it shorter, but still long enough for a lover to grab a
handful.  I do have very nice breasts.  They are a bit large considering
how skinny I am but they stand up nicely even without support and they are
well rounded.  They have always been my best assets.

   As far back as I can remember, gangbangs have been my main fantasy when
masturbating.  There's something about being the sexual centre of attention
of a bunch of horny guys that really turns me on.  Even though I had never
done it with more than two men at a time before, I frequently fantasised
that my lover was the last in a long line, even while he was fucking me.  I
love it when they pin my hands above my head and make me feel helpless to
resist them.  I've been tied up a few times during sex play and quite
enjoyed it but it had never got out of control and was only ever with a
single partner.

   I was very nearly gangbanged a long time ago when I was 16.  Things got
very passionate with me and a roomful of about seven or eight boys around
the same age.  I was drunk of course and flirting with all of them.  I was
sitting on the couch between two of them who were taking turns kissing me.
Eventually their hands started to roam and I was quite enjoying the feel of
their hands running up and down my legs and squeezing my tits through my
top.  Bit by bit they got braver and my shirt was undone exposing my
cleavage.  Their hands moved higher up my legs and started rubbing my wet
cunt through my knickers.  My head was tilted slightly back and to the side
as I was passionately kissing the boy on my left, who was also rubbing my
cunt with his left hand.  The other boy on the couch managed to get my bra
undone.  I don't know how that happened but I noticed as he lifted up my
bra and let my tits out.  Now they started taking turns licking and sucking
my nipples while the other one was kissing me.

   Soon after that one of the boys slipped a finger inside my knickers and
started fingering me.  I had kind of slid down on the couch a bit so my bum
was right near the front.  My knees had been pulled wide and the boy
fingering me started slipping his finger deep inside me.  He kept that up
for a while which I was really enjoying in a dazed drunken sort of way,
then he quite suddenly pulled his finger out and I felt my knickers being
pulled down.  I pulled my knees together as he stripped my knickers down to
my ankles.  Then he moved back up and took over kissing me while the other
boy took over fingering duties.  Both of them cooperated in pulling my
knees wide again and it was at that point that I remembered that the room
was full of other boys.  They had been so quiet and I had been so
preoccupied that I had forgotten they were there.

   I started feeling a bit uncomfortable as the thought of being gangbanged
crossed my mind for the first time.  I tried to sit up a bit and pull my
legs together but I was in a bad position for leverage and the boys were
stronger than me anyway.  I was still being tongue kissed by one of the
boys and both of them had their free hands on my tits when I felt someone
else fingering me.  There was a third boy getting in on the action.  I was
getting a bit more scared now and actually started struggling for real but
I couldn't close my legs because of the third boy who was kneeling between
them.  The boys were still gently restraining me, more by body weight than
anything, when I heard the sound of a zipper.

   Now I seriously panicked and managed to break away from the boy kissing
me.  I pulled myself up into a sitting position again and could see the boy
in front of me had his cock out, inches from where my cunt had been only
seconds before.  Remember, I said that I was very nearly gangbanged!  I
stammered out some kind of apology, saying 'I can't do this' or something
like that and got up and left, pulling my knickers up as I got off the
couch.  I was very upset at the time.  I'm not usually a prick tease but on
this occassion I was just too scared to go through with it.  Give me a
break!  I was only 16!

   One of the two boys from the couch came after me and gave me a lift
home. He was actually very nice and ended up comforting me on the passenger
seat of his car.  About six inches of comfort as I recall.

   For the next six years or so things were pretty tame.  Don't get me
wrong, I had plenty of lovers in that time.  Even a few threesomes but I
never put myself in that situation again.  Yet through that whole six years
and still now, being forcefully but nonviolently gangbanged has been my
secret fantasy.  I don't know why that is considering how scared I was when
it nearly happened.  There's probably some deep and meaningful reason.  Ask
a psychologist!  Whatever the reason, I found myself repeatedly unsatisfied
by my lovers.  Whether they managed to go for an hour or two, or whether
they lasted minutes didn't seem to make any difference, they always left me
wanting more.  Finally at the ripe old age of 22 I decided to do something
about it!

   I never thought that getting gangbanged would be so difficult.  Just
going out to a bar and finding the right size group of guys, in the right
age bracket, who aren't hideously ugly, and with no other girls around is
harder than you think.  I don't think I was being particularly picky.  I'm
quite attractive so I didn't want to be screwed by a bunch of fat smelly
drunks but I didn't set the standard very high.  Just a group of average or
better looking boys is what I was after.  I deliberately hung out at night
clubs that had the younger crowd in them.  I figured a bunch of horny
teenagers shouldn't be that hard to find and they weren't.

   I met up with a group of about eight boys at a place in Sydney.  They
all looked to be around 16 maybe 17 yrs old.  I was flirting quite
outrageously and pretending to be drunker than I really was.  I heard
comments saying that I was 'gagging for it' and things like that.  Which
was pretty much the truth in this case.  It all seemed to be going well.  I
got invited back to someones house and five of the boys turned up so the
party continued.  I was making it obvious that I wanted sex.  I was kissing
the boys I was dancing with.  I was squeezing their bums and letting them
squeeze mine.  It was all laughs and giggles and lots of fun but it was
starting to get late.  Or perhaps early is more appropriate as dawn
couldn't have been too far away.  I started rubbing the crotch of the boy I
was dancing with and he started getting more touchy as well.

   I thought it was time to make my move so I 'staggered' and nearly fell
over.  I said I had better sit down before I fall down.  I let a couple of
the boys help me to the couch and pulled one of them into me for a kiss as
I sat down.  He was leaning over me and I was rubbing his crotch when he
slid his hand up my dress.  My knees flew open to give him better access
and he took the hint and started fingering me.  I pulled the other boy in
closer and we kissed for a bit while I got fingered.  I helped him undo my
bra and he started sucking my tits with all the other boys watching and
cheering.  I really thought things would have gone by themselves from here
but I still had to initiate everything.  I reached for the pants of one of
the boys and undid them.  I pulled his cock out and started wanking him off
while the other boy fingered me.  When he was nice and hard I looked him
right in the eye and said 'Fuck me'.  He moved back a bit to take his pants
off and I used that opportunity to remove my knickers and lie back with my
legs spread.  The boy that was fingering me had moved aside and his friend
moved in between my legs.  He knelt down on the carpet and slid his cock
inside me.  I was finally getting fucked.  It seemed to have taken a lot of
effort on my part, which is really unusual.  I'm usually fighting them off!

   The boy fucking me wasn't very big and worse, he didn't last long.  He
shot his load inside me inside of two minutes.  As he pulled out, I let out
a moan of frustrationand turned to the other boy.  He still had his pants
on!  I undid his pants for him and took out his cock, he wasn't even hard!
I started to suck him off but it took me ages to get him hard.  Probably
something to do with having his cock sucked in front of all his mates but
eventually we got there.  As soon as he was hard enough, I took him out of
my mouth and guided him into my cunt.  He didn't really seem to know what
he was doing.  He may even have been a virgin.  Whatever he was, he was no
expert lover.  He slammed into me for a few minutes and then pulled his
cock out and shot his load onto my stomach and tits.  A couple of spurts
even made it up onto my face.

   As he pulled away I looked to see who was next but none of the others
came forward.  I even tried to wave one of them over but he just shook his
head and turned away.  I was left there hugely unsatisfied.  I had been
screwed for a total of about five minutes by two of the boys.  The others
weren't even interested.  They were too shy or too scared maybe.  I was
hugely embarassed and once it became obvious that none of the others were
going to fuck me, I got dressed and got out of there.  They didn't even
offer to drive me home.  I did the walk of shame to the nearest train
station and made my way home.

   It was several weeks later that I made up my mind to try again.  This
time I would go for a slightly older group that might actually have the
balls to go through with it.  I dressed quite elegantly with a black dress
and a plunging neckline.  The shoulder straps were very thin but thickened
out as they went down over each breast showing plenty of cleavage between
them.  The neckline plunged past my belly button which is pierced and has a
saphire stud in it.  I had a small black purse with a thin but long chain,
just big enough to hold some money and my keys.  I was wearing black lace
knickers, no bra, and black high heeled ankle length boots.  The dress was
very short and really showed off my long legs.  I was lucky this time and
found a group of young men in their mid to late twenties at the first place
I went to.  It was a hotel bar and the men were all there for some kind of
conference, which meant they had rooms in the hotel.  Perfect!  It didn't
require much effort to insinuate myself into the group and the evening
progressed pretty much as expected.  I got quite a few drinks bought for me
and lots of attention.

   It was still early when I got invited back to a room and we continued
drinking and partying.  There were about eight of the original group that
came back to the room and things were looking good.  It was Michaels room
we were in and he wasn't shy about hitting on me.  I was responding to him
and letting him know I was up for it, but I didn't want the others to think
I had chosen just him, so I made sure to flirt with the other guys as well.
A few of them copped a feel of my tits while we danced and I encourage
them. It was Michael that took things a bit further though.  While we were
dancing he slid the strap of my dress off my left shoulder as he was
kissing my neck.  I think I surprised him, and the others, when I dropped
my left arm and let the dress fall down on my left side, completely freeing
my left breast.  All the men seemed very appreciative!  Michael wasted no
time in getting a handful and playing with my bare breast and gently
pulling my nipple until it was very pointy.  He slid off my other shoulder
strap and I let my dress completely drop to the floor which left me
standing there in high heels and black lacy knickers and nothing else.  I
threw my arms around Michaels neck and kissed him while we continued
dancing.  Another one of the guys snuggled up behind me, rubbing his crotch
against me, making me the meat in the sandwich between him and Michael.  I
saw a few of the men start to leave at that point and I said, "You don't
have to go!" One of the men said something like "I'd love to stay darling,
you're fucking gorgeous, but I'm married".  This seemed to be the case with
a few of the others as well, as the crowd of eight rapidly dropped to three
men and me.  I was hugely disappointed.  It was obvious this wasn't going
to be the gangbang I had planned.

   That didn't stop the remaining men making their move the instant the
door closed.  As Michael continued playing with my tits, the guy behind me
pulled my knickers down and I was left naked except for my heels.  He slid
his hand between my legs from behind and started fingering me.  I was very
very wet and his finger went in easily.  A short time later Michael pulled
away from my embrace and undid his pants.  He pulled his cock out, which
was an impressive nine inches and put his hand around the back of my head.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me down.  I obediently dropped
down to my knees and took his already hard cock in my mouth.  His cock was
quite thick and I had difficulty deep throating him, but I managed and he
seemed to enjoy it.  I was gently playing with his balls with one hand and
stroking the base of his cock with the other as I sucked him.  It was only
a few minutes before he let go a load of hot sticky cum into my mouth. 
Quite a lot actually.  As he removed his cock from between my lips, I made
sure to look up and show him my open mouth full of his juice before I
swallowed it all in one gulp and smiled up at him.

   I didn't even have to move position as the second guy stepped into
Michaels place and I sucked him off in pretty much the same way.  This guy
also had a decent sized cock although not as thick as Michaels.  When he
shot his load into my mouth I was surprised, not by the amount, but by how
thick it was.  I have swallowed all consistencies of cum from thin and
milky to thick and sticky but this was the thickest and gooiest I could
remember.  It had such a 'stringy' texture, I almost had to chew it!

   The third guy was sitting on the couch stroking his cock and I crawled
over to him and started sucking him off.  It was another very large cock
and I thought then, that perhaps guys with smaller cocks were shy about
getting them out in front of their friends.  Maybe that's why I got left
with three well hung guys.  This guy also had the balls to match!  They
were the biggest I had ever seen.  They were actually heavy and hung down a
long way.  I suspected he was going to deliver quite a load when he came
and I was right.  While I was blowing him I felt someone get behind me and
spread my knees.  It turned out to be Michael.  He had recovered from my
blow job and he slid his cock into me and proceed to gently fuck me doggy
style as I blew his friend.  I had already been sucking the third guy for
about five minutes, so Michael had only just got started when the couch guy
let go a load of cum into my mouth.  Talk about quantity!  He was lying
back and I was on top of him, so I wrapped my lips firmly around his cock
just behind the head, and let him shoot up into my mouth.  The very first
surge nearly filled my mouth.  The second surge overflowed it.  Some of it
went down my throat when I wasn't expecting it and I choked slightly, which
caused cum to snort up my nose.  Hot cum in your nose is an overpowering
smell!  A third surge of hot cum erupted into my mouth and I couldn't hold
it all.  Some of it leaked out and ran down his cock and onto my hand which
was still wrapped around his shaft.  As I took my head off his cock, I
tried not to let too much more cum spill out but a bit more escaped.  I
threw my head right back and opened my mouth to show him my mouth was
completely full of his cum.  Some of it spilled out and ran down my chin. I
had to swallow three times before my mouth was empty and then I started
licking up the spilled cum.  I cleaned up his cock and balls and licked the
cum from my hand.  There was still more cum which had run down my face and
onto my neck.  I wiped it up with my fingers and licked them clean as well.
The whole time Michael kept fucking me!

   The guy on the couch slid out to the side and I rested my head on my
arms while I was bent over the couch.  Michael started fucking me harder
now that I wasn't sucking cock and I had to put my left hand forward to
brace myself against the back of the couch.  I slid my right hand down
between my legs and felt Michaels cock as he slid in and out my wet cunt. I
started rubbing my clit while he fucked me and I could finally feel my own
orgasm starting to build.  I am a major 'moaner' when I get close to coming
and this was no exception.  I was furiously rubbing my clit and moaning, or
perhaps grunting is a better word, with every thrust of Michaels cock
inside me.  Michaels pace was quickening and he was slamming into me even
harder.

   When my orgasm finally happened, it was a beauty!  I came so hard I got
all hazy and for a moment I thought I was going to pass out!  I don't know
if all girls are the same but when I come, I become very sensitive for a
while.  If I was riding on top, I would have totally stopped moving until
it subsided and then continued riding.  Michael wasn't having any of that
though.  He appeared to be close to coming himself and he kept on slamming
into my most sensitive area right at the most sensitive time.  I had
stopped rubbing my clit so I gathered in one of the cushions with my right
hand and buried my face in it as I screamed out with unbearable orgasmic
pleasure while Michael continued fucking me harder and faster.  I was wrong
about Michael being close to coming.  He kept going for three or four more
minutes and my orgasm continued the whole time!  Michael had a tight hold
around my slender waist and suddenly pushed hard up inside me and stopped.
I could feel his cum splashing into me and felt his cock spasming with
every jet of his hot juice into my cunt.  I hoped he would stay buried
inside me while my orgasm finally subsided but he almost immediately pulled
out in one sudden move.  I was still a bit hypersensitive and the sudden
contraction of my ring made me squeal again.

   What a sight I must have been.  I lay there without moving, bent over
the couch with my head buried in the cushion.  I had my arse up in the air
and my knees spread wide, wearing nothing but high heels.  My cunt was
quivering like a strummed guitar string and my whole body was shaking as my
orgasm subsided with pulse after pulse of lessening pleasure, until finally
it stopped and I just collapsed.  I don't know how long I lay like that but
eventually I realised everything was quiet.  I slowly eased my knees back
together against the protesting muscles and pushed myself back up off the
couch and looked around.  Michael was the only person in the room and he
had had time to get his pants and shirt back on.  The other two men must
have left after I sucked them off and I hadn't even noticed.  So much for
this attempted gangbang!  Although I couldn't really complain, I had been
well and truly fucked!

   Michael came over and helped me get to my feet.  I needed the help!  My
legs were shaking almost uncontrollably for the first few seconds.  It only
took a few moments though before I was able to walk, albeit a little
unsteadily over to Michael who was holding my dress.  It was at that moment
that Michael, who had been charming and sensitive all evening, surprised
me. As he slipped my dress over my head and it fell into place, he simply
said, "You have to go now".  He handed me my purse and he grabbed my arm
and walked me toward the door.  He picked up my knickers from the floor and
stuffed them into his pocket saying, "I'm keeping these".  I barely had
time to adjust my dress so that it properly covered my nipples when he
shoved me out the door into the hotel corridor.  I turned around to speak
but the door was already closing.  It all happened so quickly I was a bit
stunned.  A couple of minutes earlier, I was bent over the couch getting
the best fuck of my life, and now I was standing in the corridor, looking
at a closed door with cum running down my legs!  To make matters worse,
there was an elderly couple just about to enter a room across the corridor
about five metres away.  I turned and walked away as my face started to
burn with embarassment.  I walked very unsteadily towards the elevator and
pushed the button.  I refused to look around in case the old couple were
still there.  After about a thousand years the elevator doors opened, and
thank god it was empty.  I quickly stepped in and pushed the button for the
ground floor.

   As the doors closed, I turned and saw myself in the mirrored side walls
of the elevator.  My god I was a mess!  If you have ever seen a woman with
that 'just been fucked' look, you have some idea of what I looked like!  I
have no idea how so much cum got in my hair but there were globs of cum
everywhere and my hair was sticking out all over the place.  I ran my hands
over my hair trying to smooth it down and remove the shiny white cum but my
hair kept springing back out.  My more immediate problem was the cum
running down my inner thighs.  It had gone half way to my knees, way past
the hem of the dress.  It wasn't brilliant white like the stuff in my hair,
but I could clearly see the shiny wetness glistening off my inner thighs in
the reflected lights of the elevator.  I had nothing to clean myself up
with, not even any underwear.  I stretched my dress down as much as I could
and used the inside of my dress to wipe away the cum from my inside thighs
and pussy.  Not the best idea in the world I realise, but I was in a rush
because the elevator was nearly at the ground floor.  I had cum on my hands
which I had wiped from my hair and which now stained the front of my dress.
A larger amount of cum from my pussy and legs, made a huge wet patch right
over my crotch but there was nothing I could do as just then the elevator
arrived in the lobby.  It was still quite early.  The lobby clock was
showing 10:30pm and there were plenty of people around.  I attracted quite
a few stares as I walked as quickly as I dared across the lobby and out of
the hotel.  Fortunately there was a taxi waiting outside the hotel and I
got in the back and went home.  The taxi driver was way too friendly.  He
kept turning around to talk to me whenever he could.  It was obvious he was
trying to get a better look at my tits or a glance up my dress.  He wasn't
even being subtle.  Maybe he thought I was a prostitute.  The drive seemed
to last a very long time.

   When I got home I found a business card in my purse.  Written on the
back were the words, "If you really want a gangbang, meet me in the
restaurant at 7:30 Friday and wear the same boots!" It took me a few
seconds to realise what restaurant he meant.  He could only mean the hotel
restaurant.  He must be crazy!  There was no way in hell I was ever going
back to that hotel or seeing that arsehole again after the way he treated
me.  I cleaned myself up with a long hot shower and got into bed.  I still
couldn't believe what Michael had done.  Nobody had ever treated me so much
like a slut, or been so disregarding of how I felt.  He used me like a
whore then threw me out of his room without even giving me a chance to
clean myself up!  I had been totally humiliated.  Which is why I was quite
surprised to find my hand wandering towards my clit.  I was getting hot
thinking about what had happened and ended up masturbating twice that
night! I kept thinking about it all week and even had to go to the bathroom
at work and masturbate a couple of times.  It wasn't until Friday that I
eventually made up my mind to go.

   I wore a nice outfit but nothing like the sexy dress I had worn earlier
in the week.  I followed Michaels instructions and wore the same ankle
length, high heeled black boots.  I arrived right on time and Michael was
already there.  I was very nervous but Michael was being quite charming
again and gradually I lightened up.  We had a delicious dinner and a nice
conversation.

   After dinner Michael suddenly asked, "So how many guys do you want to
take on?" He caught me by surprise with the sudden question and I said I
didn't know.  He said we would just see how it goes and that he would keep
an eye on things to make sure it didn't get out of control.  I actually
felt reassured by that.  I had absolutely no reason to, but I trusted him!

   I thought we would be meeting some other men there in the hotel like
last time but Michael had something different in mind.  He told me he was
taking me to a club.  A very exclusive club.  I asked if he meant a sex
club.  He said yes but it was mostly a B&D club, which worried me a bit. 
I'm not really into pain and told him so.  Michael explained that lots of
people who went weren't into the discipline side of things.  They treated
it like a fancy dress party and got dressed up in leather and chain and
just had a good time.  He said there would be some people there who were
more seriously into it but that it wouldn't involve me unless I wanted it
to.  We established some ground rules from the start and I said if I was to
come along there was to be no violent discipline of any kind.  Not even a
spanking.  I agreed that a bit of bondage was ok and we reached an
understanding!

   Michael told me that he would be taking me as his 'submissive', and he
would play the role of my master.  Basically I was to be his sex slave!  We
went up to Michaels room and he had an outfit ready for me to wear. 
Everything except the boots since he didn't know my shoe size.  Now it was
obvious why he had me bring my own boots!  I have to describe this outfit
in detail because I want you to really get the picture.  It was basically
at first glance a black leather bikini.  The 'Bra' had leather straps and
was studded with metal rings.  The cup on both breasts was clipped on and
could be removed, leaving nothing but a harness in a triangle shape around
each breast.  It was surprisingly comfortable!  The pants were a black
leather G-string with ties at the sides, which of course left my arse
totally bare.  A very small triangle of leather at the front barely covered
my pussy.  The leather bikini bottoms were covered over by a short leather
skirt which snapped together with press studs down one side.  He strapped
some leather bracelets onto my wrists and another set on my legs, just
above the ankles.  I looked a bit like one of the pretty slave girls out of
Conan the barbarian movie.  The bracelets had metal rings hanging from them
at several points and an odd little hook attachment with a catch.  Michael
demonstrated that if the hook on both bracelets was hooked in to one of the
rings on the other bracelet, it became a very effective yet comfortable set
of handcuffs!  There was no way I could reach back with my fingers to
unhook the catch.  Once I was ready Michael left uncuffed me and went to
get changed.  I couldn't wait to see what he would be wearing!  To my
surprise, when he came out he was wearing a very expensive looking but
perfectly ordinary business suit, including a brief case.  That hardly
seemed fair!  Michael gave me a fairly ordinary coat to wear on the way to
the club.

   When we arrived at the club, Michael got something else out of his
briefcase.  It was a dog collar and leash.  I said 'you've got to be
joking', but Michael explained that the collar and leash were necessary. 
They showed that I was his property and nothing could happen to me without
his consent.  He said if I walked around in there dressed as a submissive
without an owner, anything could happen.  I put the collar on!  Michael
attached the leash and walked me into the club!

   I felt very conspicuous at first.  The club was mostly men although
there were a few other women there.  Most of the women were dressed even
more extreme than I was.  Dominatrix types!  Quite a few of the men were
dressed up as well, mostly as submissives!  Michael walked me straight to
the bar and ordered us a couple of drinks.  I was attracting a fair bit of
attention from the men at the bar but played my role as a submissive and
tried to look shy and subdued!  It really was just an ordinary looking bar
except for the people, although there seemed to be a few more secluded
areas than normal.

   There were several sections to the place and Michael took me on a bit of
a tour.  It was actually pretty tame.  All the women I could see were there
with someone, boyfriend perhaps, or maybe even their husbands.  It could
have passed for a slightly kinky fancy dress party.  At least until we
walked into an area where there were a few more people gathered and they
were making quite a bit of noise.  As we got closer I saw a topless blonde
submissive on her knees giving her 'master' a blowjob!  Something you don't
see in your average bar!  We stopped and watched with the others for a few
minutes.  Michael was chatting with a couple of the other guys and I was
trying not to stare at the blowjob going on right in front of us!

   We had been there for about an hour and had several drinks when Michael
finally got things rolling.  We were sitting in a shallow booth almost
directly opposite the main bar.  It wasn't a big booth, it comfortably sat
two people with a small rectangular table between them, but if you
squeezed, you could get two on either side and another at the far end.  The
padded bench seat in the booth was 'U' shaped.  It wasn't a secluded
position at all and I was feeling a bit 'exposed'.  I slipped around to the
top end of the table to sit closer to Michael but I was really after the
cover which that gave me.  Michael had to go to the bathroom and he took
his end of the 'Leash' and hung it on a hook on the wall.  He smiled at me
and walked away.  I suddenly felt very uncomfortable without Michael there.
I felt like a dog tied up outside a shop while it's owner was inside. 
Apparently I was still out of bounds while I had the leash on though. 
Several guys came closer and checked me out but none of them tried to touch
me.

   Michael came back from the bathroom and told me it was about time I got
my tits out!  There were a few other women there by this time and about
half of them had bare breasts.  One even had exactly the same top I was
wearing but without the cups but I hesitated about exposing myself in front
of all these people.  Suddenly Michael grabbed my arms and lifted them
above my head.  He attached my bracelets to each other and hooked them on
to something on the wall behind me.  He looked me in the eye and said,
"It's about time you learned how to play the game!  From now on when I tell
you to do something, you respond with 'yes master' and do it, or there will
be punishment!" As he said that, he reached down to the cups of my bra and
unsnapped them both in one sudden move.  I was 'chained' to the wall and my
tits were out for everyone to see!  A lot of clapping and cheering erupted
from the guys at the bar just a few metres away.  I could feel the colour
rising to my cheeks and told Michael that I wasn't sure about this.  He
just said 'it's too late for that' and he gagged me!  Michael held my chin
and pushed something into my mouth.  It was a very strange gag.  It
resembled a babies pacifier more than anything but it was made out of
rubber and leather.  It had a small rubber cock attached to a leather pad.
The cock went in my mouth.  The leather pad sat across my lips and was held
on by elastic which Michael stretched over my head.  The gag wasn't tight.
I could still breathe around it.  The cock didn't reach the back of my
throat so there was no choking feeling.  It just had the effect of keeping
my tongue depressed.  I could make noise but I couldn't form any words. 
Reflexively, I struggled as Michael moved away from me but that just had
the effect of setting my breasts bouncing and I got another round of
applause from everyone nearby.

   Michael moved the table out of the booth, leaving me fully exposed to
all the men at the bar.  He left me like that for about ten minutes before
telling me he was going for a drink.  He took the dog leash, which was
still attached to the collar around my neck, and hung it back on the hook
on the wall.  Michael went to the bar directly opposite and got himself a
drink.  He was chatting with the guys there and I could hear them telling
him I had great tits and things like that.  Michael invited them to come
and check them out.

   He came back to the booth and took control of my leash again.  About a
half a dozen guys came with him and Michael invited them to feel my tits.
For the next few minutes I had hands all over my breasts as they all took
turns cupping them, squeezing them, and pulling at my nipples.

   When all the guys came over I had pulled my legs tightly together. 
Michael noticed that and told me to spread my legs.  I obviously didn't
respond fast enough or enthusiastically enough to please him because he
said, "I can see you need another lesson".  Michael got some thin rope out
of his briefcase and tied it through the metal loops on my ankle bracelets.
I could see where this was heading and sure enough my ankles were soon
spread wide and fastened to the bench seat legs on either side of the
booth. I had slipped forward on the seat when Michael pulled my legs wide
and now my bum was just barely on the edge of the seat.  I was mostly
supported by my arms which were tied above my head.  Michael unsnapped the
leather skirt from around my hips and I was left with just my leather
bikini bottoms.

   The guys all took advantage of my helplessness and took turns playing
with my breasts and rubbing my cunt through my soft leather panties.  This
went on for quite a while and eventually I stopped resisting!  My arms were
getting a bit sore from being stretched above my head for so long and I
think Michael realised that.  He told me that he was going to untie my
hands but if I tried to undo the gag or if I disobeyed him, I would be
strung up again.

   One of the guys offered to buy Michael and me a drink.  Michael accepted
and when the guy came back with the drinks, Michael took the gag out of my
mouth and told me to drink it quickly!  My mouth was a bit dry from the gag
and I gulped down the drink thirstily.  Michael ordered me to thank the guy
that had bought us drinks and I obediently said "thank you".  Then Michael
said "you can thank him better than that.  Suck his cock!".

   I hardly hesitated this time as I leaned forward in front of my 'master'
and reached for the zipper of the guy standing in front of me.  I took his
cock out of his pants and started to suck on it.  My legs were still spread
wide and the rest of the guys were still playing with my tits while I
sucked their friend.  I tried to give good head to the guy I was sucking
and it wasn't long before his cock erupted and hot cum splashed into my
mouth.  I held him in my mouth until he had finished spurting and made sure
he and the rest of the guys standing around me got a good look at my cum
filled mouth before looking at my master.  "Swallow it" he told me, and I
did.

   One of the other guys said, "That's got to be worth a drink.  What's she
drinking?".  Michael said "She's drinking cum, but I'll have a scotch". 
The guy nearly fell over in his haste to get to the bar.  He was back in a
minute with a scotch for Michael and with a nod, Michael indicated that I
should 'pay' for it.  Without hesitation I reached for the guys cock as he
pulled it out of his pants and I started to give him head.  This guy was
pretty big and a little bit rough as he held onto my head and pulled me
onto his cock.  He was putting a bit of pressure on the back of my head and
trying to go deeper into my mouth, so I fought back the gag reflex and
swallowed him.  He really seemed to like that so I kept doing it.  I
stroked the base of his cock with one hand while my other hand slipped down
to my clit.  I was so horny it took no time at all before I let his cock
slip out of my mouth, gave out a long low moan, and had a shuddering
orgasm. The guy wouldn't give me a moment to recover.  He grabbed a handful
of my hair and pulled my head back on to his cock.  It wasn't long before a
second load of hot cum filled my mouth and just like before, I showed it
around before swallowing it.

   I looked back at Michael with a 'see what a good girl I've been' look on
my face and he smiled and pointed to the table next to him.  It was full of
drinks!  There was about fifteen guys standing around me and it looked like
all of them had bought Michael a scotch.  As the realisation of what that
meant came to me, another guy stepped in front of me and took his cock out.
I was going to be swallowing a whole lot of cock!

   That became my routine for the next couple of hours.  As I sucked off
the guys in front of me and they 'came' and went, others took their place.
The guys were nearly always hard and ready from watching me give head, so
it was only taking me a few minutes to suck each one off.  I didn't come
again.  I must have sucked about thirty cocks in that couple of hours.  My
stomach was full of cum, and my jaw was aching but the crowd around us was
bigger than ever.  Some of the guys spurted a bit more as I took them out
of my mouth, so I had cum on my face and in my hair.

   As I finished off one of the guys and swallowed his load, I turned to
Michael with a pleading look and said, 'I can't do anymore'.  Michael
nodded and said, "Yeah that's about enough".  The guys weren't happy though
and wanted more but Michael ignored them and I gratefully collapsed back in
to my seat as Michael untied my legs.  I was exhausted!

   Michael got off his seat and came round in front of me.  He hooked my
leather bracelets back together but this time behind my back.  I looked at
him in surprise because I hadn't done anything 'wrong' but before I could
say anything he gagged me again.  Michael stood me up and moved me out of
the booth.  He replaced the table he had removed earlier and whispered in
my ear, "I didn't want you to panic and change your mind'.  Then he turned
me around and bent me over the table.  He spread my legs and tied my ankles
to the table legs.  I was sure he was about to fuck me as he undid the ties
of my bikini bottoms and stripped me bare.  Then he came around and sat
down in front of me leaving my ass hanging out over the table with my cunt
fully exposed to all the guys at the bar.  He lifted my head an looked me
right in the eye as he removed my 'Leash'.  Then he loudly told the bar
that my cunt was now open for anyone to use!

   You should have heard the commotion.  I couldn't see what was going on
because I was facing in towards the bench seat that Michael was sitting on.
My cunt was facing outwards, on full display to everyone in that part of
the bar.  It was just a few seconds later I felt a guy behind me, grabbing
my hips and pushing his cock into my cunt.  He had quite a big cock but I
had no trouble accomodating him.  My cunt was very wet!

   There's really not much to tell about the next couple of hours.  It
wasn't gentle!  Cock after cock went through me in much the same way. 
Cocks of all sizes and shapes.  The guys tended to hold on to my hips or
sometimes my waist, and drive their cocks into me really hard.  I loved it!
I couldn't talk but I screamed and grunted with every thrust of a hard cock
up inside me.  I came a half dozen times in the first hour.  After that
things just became a blur.  I certainly wasn't drunk because I hadn't had
much to drink.  Maybe it was the continuous orgasms!  I was just barely
aware of being fucked but I noticed more when a cock was pulled out of me.
I was going hoarse from all the grunting but I noticed that when I went
quiet they fucked me harder!  I guess it strokes their ego to think they
are hurting poor little me with their massive cocks!  So I squealed with
pain/pleasure when each new cock entered me and I grunted loudly with every
thrust of their mighty weapons into my guts.  I wasn't really faking it,
just exagerrating a bit!  Eventually though I became less responsive and
was just a fuck bag for their use.

   The next thing I remember clearly was Michael untying me and helping me
stand up straight.  The bar lights were up and it was much quieter,
although there were still quite a lot of people around.  I didn't have my
bra harness on anymore, not that it covered anything anyway!  The leather
bracelets had been removed from my wrists and ankles as well.  The only
thing I was wearing was my high heeled boots and the dog collar!  I was
very unsteady, my legs were shaking like crazy, although there was
surprisingly little pain.  Just stiffness from being in the same position
for so long!  Michael took my boots off, saying that there was no way I was
going to be able to walk in those.  He was probably right!  Even barefoot I
had to lean on Michael heavily as I walked naked out of the club with cum
running down my legs.  We picked up our coats in the foyer and went home.

   Michael dropped me off at my place but he didn't stay.  As the taxi
pulled up outside my place and I got out Michael said, "Don't you want to
know how many?"

   It took me a moment to realise what he meant and I just nodded.  He
looked at me and said, "twenty seven blowjobs and thirty eight fucks", as
he smiled and drove away.

   At first I couldn't believe I had been fucked by that many guys in one
night.  I thought about it.  It was about nine when we got to the club.  It
was about another hour before anything started.  If my guess about the two
hours giving head was right, then Michael had bent me over the table and
offered my cunt to the bar sometime around midnight.  I looked out at the
first signs of the sky beginning to get light.  It must be about 6:30am. 
Even allowing for the drive home, I had been continuously fucked for about
six hours!  That's about ten minutes per fuck on average.  It sounded about
right!

   Michael himself never fucked me that night and I never saw or heard from
him again.



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