Married Slut in Bondaged Gangbang

My husband had arranged the evening. His friends were due to arrive any moment and I was dressed as he had instructed. A red satin halter-neck top that showed a lot of cleavage and left my mid-riff bare. The absence of a bra, highlighted my erect nipples through the satin and the material stretched provocatively across my boobs.

My short flared black satin mini skirt swished as I walked towards the door as the bell rung and my heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor. A pair of fishnet hold-ups and a thong completed my outfit for the evening. My man was specific that he and his buddies wanted a hungry slut who wore enough clothing to be sexy but showed enough flesh to show she was ready to be used and abused.

I opened the door with a smile and was a little taken aback at the group of guys smiling back at me. A couple wolf-whistled as I nodded and told them to come in. I counted as a total of ten guys trooped by me. A couple stopped to kiss me on the cheek and hand me a bottle of wine.

"Please go through to the lounge," I said, taking a few jackets. "Jack'll be down in a minute. Go through, make yourselves at home."

As they all disappeared into the lounge, I threw the coats into the cloakroom and ran upstairs as quick as my high heels would allow. Jack was just coming out of our room when I ran at him, punching his chest and, in a screaming whisper, spat at him, "A couple of buddies, you said! 'Just me and a couple of buddies', you said. 'Just a small affair, Stephanie, honey.'

He smiled and shrugged as I hit him in the chest with my fists again. 'You've brought a whole fucking soccer team to bang me."

Still smiling he roughly stuck his hand up my skirt and run his palm swiftly between my legs.

"And you have the audacity to complain?" he laughed. "Your pussy's already soaking wet at the thought of fucking them all."

He pressed a couple of fingers hard against the wet material of my panties and pushed them into me, shoving the material inside and pulling the thong into the crack of my ass. I opened my legs to allow him to finger-fuck me like this and with his other hand he grabbed at my right nipple through my top and squeezed it so hard that I cried out and came almost immediately, the pain and pleasure tipping me over the edge.

I slumped into his arms and he laughed cruelly saying, "Better buckle up slut, that is just the first of many for you tonight."

He moved his hand from my pussy and lifted it to grab my left nipple. Squeezing on both my nipples as hard as he could he led me downstairs and straight into the lounge.

"She's already come once guys and her nipples are like bullets through this blouse," he laughed hauling me in front of all his mates by the tits. He spun me quickly towards him and I felt his cock rock hard through his trousers as it pressed against my tummy. He put his arms around me and lowered a hand to lift my skirt up to my waist, giving them all a look at my ass.

"A thong and fishnet stockings, guys," he declared. "This little slut is just asking to be nailed."

His friends all cheered and began to open bottles of beer. Jack spun me around and pinned my arms behind me, his cock bulging through his trousers into the small of my back. He held me roughly as some of his friends shook their bottles of beer before opening them. A couple stood up and approached us, opening their beers close to my chest, the shaken liquid spraying out over my blouse and making me gasp as the cold beer splashed against my satin-encased boobs.

The red blouse stained dark and clung wetly to my tits, making my nipples clearly visible to all. I looked down and realised Jack had been right. My nipples were rock-hard and protruded wantonly from the soaking wet material.

"Fuck, Jack," said one of them, grabbing a nipple and twisting it hard, "you weren't kidding when you said your wife was a hot little fuck toy. She looks as though she's gagging for it."

"She's always gagging for it," laughed Jack, still pinning my arms behind my back and allowing another of his friends to cruelly grab and twist my other nipple, "which is why I've asked you guys over. The girl that is never satisfied is going to be so messed up after this little gangbang."

"There's 11 of us Jack," said one of them who was sitting on the sofa, "that's not a little gangbang."

"It will be for this whore," Jack said, his words making me cringe with embarassment. I realised though that I was eyeing the crotches of a few of the guys, their cocks clearly visible as they bulged through their trousers, and I was getting turned on by the idea of submitting to the group. "Now all of you take off your belts and give me them over here," I heard Jack say.

They all did as he requested and as they unbuckled, he asked the two guys who had been punishing my nipples to take off my halter top. They wasted no time and as he held me tight they pulled off the top roughly leaving me topless in front of the room full of sexually charged men.

Another cheer went up and the first one approached with his freshly removed leather belt in his hands.

"Shut your legs tight, slut," commanded Jack, barking the order in my ear, as he held my wrists behind my back. "Now," he continued, this time to his friend, "tie that belt around the bitch's ankles."

His friend knelt at my feet and wrapped the leather belt tight around my ankles, buckling it together. The next one did my calves and the one after that my knees. The fourth and fifth guys lifted my skirt to allow them to wrap their belts around my thighs. My legs were completely bound.

Jack carefully turned me around again and the sixth guy used his belt to secure my wrists behind my back whilst the next painfully secured his belt at my elbows. As he did so, I felt my naked breasts push up and out higher than normal and two guys stepped forward as Jack held me, both of them licking eagerly at my nipples. I exhaled a little gasp of delight that was turned to a squeal of real pain when they both turned their licking into hard, twisted bites.

Jack merely laughed as guy number eight took his belt and wrapped it around my hips, tying it tightly over my skirt. The next guy secured his around my waist while number ten took great delight in fixing his belt across my tits, covering my nipples. As with the others, he pulled it as tight as he could before securing it.

"Now this little bitch is hog-tied," announced Jack, letting me go and stepping back. I stood bound and perfectly still. One false move and I knew I would teeter over in my heels. Jack walked round from behind me and I watched as he removed his belt. He took it and wrapped it around my throat. "Now, slut," he said, "I want this to be tight enough to make breathing a bit uncomfortable and it needs to hurt but I don't want you passing out so gasp when it gets to the right level of pain and stimulation."

Helpless to prevent him, he wrapped the thick leather belt around my neck and slowly pulled it tight. He watched my reaction, looking into my eyes as he found the point of choking discomfort and then secured it there. Stepping away from me, he turned to his buddies and asked for assistance to get me onto the coffee table.

He and two others lifted me quickly and completely and carried me to the table in the centre of the room, where I was lowered onto it, my head left hanging off the end. I gasped in discomfort, my arms pinned and tied under me and the belt around my neck tighter than I would have liked. The belt across my tits was also pinching in hard. I had been bound still semi-clothed - my panties, skirt and stockings still on - and my legs had been so tightly bound together that I knew I was not about to be fucked anytime soon. I knew, however, that the absence of the ball-gag that Jack often liked to use on me meant my mouth was about to be used.

Although my head hung upside down, I watched as the guys in my field of vision stripped off their jeans and boxers and I had a good view of cocks in a variety of shapes and sizes.

Jack knelt at my face and, grabbing my hair and pulling roughly. I opened my mouth wide for him and he thrust his cock into my throat with little finesse. For the next ten minutes he pounded my mouth, fucking my face roughly, Although my eyes could see nothing but his bolls and thighs, I knew that he was smiling cruelly as he used me and his mates watched on.

"Okay, slut," he yelled, as his cock began to twitch and pulsate in my mouth, "swallow this all up. You spill a drop and I swear there will be repercussions."

And with that he exploded in my mouth to cheers from the other men in the room. I was well-practised in the art of swallowing sticky loads and I guzzled greedily to try and take it all down. The fact that my head hung upside down however made it trickier than normal, and swallowing at that angle, his belt so tightly constricting my throat, was no easy task.

As Jack pulled out I lifted my neck a little for some relief and saw him high-five one of the guys who, stepped towards me, grabbed my hair and thrust his cock into my mouth. He was just as rough as Jack had been. His cock was shorter but definitely thicker and I had to open very wide to accommodate him as he fucked my mouth with his obdurate cock.

"Swallow this, too, slut," he shouted as he pumped a load of cum into the back of my throat. I swallowed it down and he kept my lips stretched wide across his cock until I had not only swallowed it all but licked the tip of his prick clean.

As he withdrew and stepped away, I gasped for some air but before I had a chance to truly get my breath back two long thin cocks were pushed together and thrust into my mouth at the same time. I could barely breathe and my mouth was stretched further than before as my mouth was double stuffed. I was so tightly bound that I could not move an inch and I lay helpless across the table as the two new cocks just used my mouth as a depository for two more loads. Swallowing two loads almost simultaneously as they spurted into my mouth was a challenge but I again managed to eat up all of it, spilling none of it from my lips.

I heard a ripple of applause as the two lengths withdrew and someone put their hands beneath my head and lifted it until it was no longer hanging below the height of the table. I looked up to see all eleven guys stand around the table, their cocks all clearly visible. I could clearly identify the more flaccid state of the cocks I'd already drained and the throbbing erect ones still to cum.

With one of the men still supporting my head, another of the guys moved over until he squatted over my face.

"Tea bag time, slut," he said, and I opened wide as he dipped his big, full, hairy bolls into my waiting mouth. I sucked greedily on his sac as he frantically wanked himself off. Within a couple of minutes, he brought himself off and spurted a massive load over my face. I tried to close my eyes as his cum sprayed my cheeks, eyes and forehead. I even felt it reach as far as my hairline as he lifted his bolls from my mouth. Another guy took his place and sat his ass just above my mouth.

"Rim my asshole, slut," he commanded, as he lowered his ass towards my face. The hand supporting my head roughly pushed it upwards to meet the ass being lowered and I began to tongue greedily at the asshole. Although the taste was acrid, I was beyond the point of caring and just wanted to please all of these men, The guy whose ass I was tonguing wanked himself off as I licked his asshole out, shoving my tongue as far in as I could as he shot another sticky load onto my face.

He lifted his ass from my face and in seconds I was surrounded by cocks as five guys moved in and began to masturbate inches from my face.

"Prepare to be truly facialised, slut!"

Unable to move, I lay helpless as one by one, albeit in very close succession, they sprayed my face with their cum. A few loads were directed at my eyes and I closed them tightly, my mascara beginning to run. My hair was also targeted and a few strands of my fringe stuck to my forehead. The smell of cum was overwhelming and, as helpless as I was, and as abused as I had been, I was horny for more.

Although my mouth and face had been fucked and used, no one had touched me anywhere else and my pussy was aching to be played with. I wanted to spread my legs right there and take a cock deep into me, but I was still hog-tied tight and unable to move.

All the guys sat down and drank some beers, leaving me trussed up on the table.

"You know, Jack," said one of them, "I think your slut looks even more beautiful with her face covered in cum."

"You got that right," agreed a few others and Jack lifted his bottle in the air and said, "To the slut, boys."

They all reiterated his toast and some smart ass added, "And to all who sail in her."

After about five minutes, I was lifted from the table and stood upright as Jack removed all of the belts from my body. The release was instant, especially across my tits and at my elbows and I sighed contentedly. He removed them all with the exception of his own which still pressed hard at my throat.

He secured a leash to the belt round my neck and tugging me forward, he told the guys to follow us. I was led through the house to the gymnasium and Jack took off my high heels before ordering me to stand on the treadmill.

I did as I was told and he took hold of my skirt and ripped it clean off, leaving me standing there with nothing but a thong and fishnets on. Of course my face still wore a load of semen and I could feel it begin to dry and cake on my cheeks and chin.

Before I really had a chance to understand what was happening, my wrists were grabbed and separated, a belt wrapped around each one and secured to the respective handles of the machine. I put up no resistance and let two of the guys secure my wrists as the others all stood around at the front of the machine.

"Now, boys," announced Jack, "let's give this slut a little exercise and just watch those magnificent tits move as she runs."

He leant over, kissed me full on the lips, and switched on the treadmill. He set it to four miles per hour and I was left with no option but to run to keep from falling. The guys all watched in lust as my boobs jiggled as I sped up to match the machine. He kept me running like this for a full five minutes and I watched as the naked men before me all began to stiffen again, the sight of me like this, springing their previously drained cocks back to life.

"Okay slut," he said, "let's see you go a little quicker."

I watched in horror as he cranked the speed up further and was left almost sprinting to keep up as he raised it up to seven miles per hour. I felt my face flush and perspiration covered my whole body as my legs moved ever quicker to keep up. A few of the guys laughed and, as the sweat began to cover my body, a few languidly tugged on their pricks.

Jack kept me running at that pace for another full five minutes and I was beginning to breathe hard. I knew he could be a cruel lover and I was unsure how long he would leave me like this. I felt my heart hammer, my breathing get shallower and my calves and thighs begin to ache.

Just as I thought he was never going to switch it off, he leaned over and slowed the speed down until I was able to walk, and, eventually he shut it off. I stood, half slumped on the machine, holding myself up on the handles, my breasts heaving up and down and the sweat dripping down my entire body. A ripple of applause for my exertions broke out and I looked up, still panting, and smiling. My hands still tied I mimicked a courtsey and looked hungrily at the eleven rock hard cocks that all stood proudly for my attention.

One of the guys broke rank and lay down on one of the press benches, clapped his hands and said, "Now bring that slut to me."

I was untied and two men lifted me off the machine, ripping off my thong before grabbing my legs and lifting me off the floor, holding my legs apart and supporting me under the thighs. I was carried that way across the room and lowered onto the cock of the guy on the bench. My pussy was soaking wet and I slithered down onto his length with little difficulty. I sighed loudly in ecstasy at the feel of a cock inside me at last.

I straddled him and leant down to kiss him just as someone behind me spread my ass cheeks and, with no lubricant, plunged into my ass, ripping it wide open. I forgot about my kiss and lifted my head to let out a yell of real pain but as I opened my mouth to scream, someone stuffed a cock into it too. My scream was muffled as my lips stretched wide to take this newcomer into my mouth.

I was suddenly full of three cocks, airtight, and after the initial shock and pain of the cock in my ass, began to find my stride, moving in time to the thrusts of all three. I held out my arms wide at either side of me and smiled inwardly as I felt a cock being placed in each open palm. I grasped hold of both pricks and started a slow tugging motion on both.

I was now in my element, satisfying a full five guys at once. I was buffeted roughly at the centre of the gang as the others cheered them on. I was vaguely aware of the words of encouragement, urging them to "Waste that slut" and "make it so the whore won't walk for a week!"

This initial fucking lasted what seemed an age, with all cocks now on their second helping they lasted much longer, punishing all three of my holes as they continued to use me. One of the guys shot his load in my hand and moved away. Within seconds a fresh prick nuzzled into my sticky hand and I began to tug on him. Just as that happened, the guys in my ass yelled out and I felt him spray a load up my bum as he plunged as far in as he could. The feel of his cum spurting into my ass, sent me over the edge and I let go as an orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My uncontrollable shaking set off the guy in my mouth and pussy and they both came at almost the exact same moment. My pussy was filled and I tried to swallow up the load in my mouth despite my own orgasm, still grasping tight on the two cocks in my hand.

A new cock entered my already sloppy ass and with that cock still in there, I was lifted from the guy on the bench. He slid out from under me and Jack took his place. I was lowered onto my husband's solid cock as a new cock filled my mouth and someone else came in my hand.

I came again and Jack smiled up at me, watching me being deep-throated, as he rammed his cock deep in my pussy. My face, my ass and my pussy were all fucked like this for the next two hours and I lost count of the number of loads I took as the eleven men used all my holes over and over again. My wrists ached with the constant wanking I was doing and my ass and pussy were so sore that I felt like crying. My mouth was numb with the number of cocks that had fucked it and I was only vaguely aware that it was all over when the last cock was withdrawn from my gaping wide asshole, cum spurting out of it as the cock withdrew.

I was left lying face down on the bench as the guys all complimented my whorish capacity for cock. Before I had a chance to move, I felt belts being secured to my wrists and ankles and I was secured to the bench.

"Now, slut," said Jack from somewhere behind me, "me and the guys are going to the lounge to watch the game and recover a little. We'll be back for more soon."

He smacked my bare ass playfully and I heard them all leave. I lay secured to the bench,my ass and pussy full of cum, my mouth tasting of semen and the smell of it, where it still clung to my face and hair, filled the air. I didn't know how long I would have to wait for them to come back to use me some more, but my tummy tingled with the anticipation of it....