Expanding Horizons

I had been hired to go to an outcall session. It was at a house which was a bit remote from its neighbours – about 40 minutes by car from the centre of Sydney. I had been told that I should wear good normal clothes – not dress like a slut.

When I came to the place, it was completely quiet and very secluded. I wondered if I had come to the right place but I followed instructions and pushed the front door. I felt real fear but also an excitement. The door opened under my pressure and I walked in. It was so dark inside given the light outside that I could not see anything. I continued into the room letting my eyes get accustomed to the dark. There was complete silence. I could see other doors and went to the nearest one. I pushed it and it creaked as it opened. Still no other noise – it was as if I was the only one there. I walked cautiously into the next room.
My nerves were still on edge but I was a bit calmer as nothing happened. I was wondering whether the guys were just playing with my mind and maybe they didn’t want to do anything – in which case I doubted I would get paid.

Suddenly the door slammed shut behind me and I screamed as I felt myself being grabbed from behind and held tight as my clothes were literally ripped off my body. A hole was forced in my panties exposing my pussy and ass. Then I felt a cock being pushed from behind hard into my ass. I hadn’t seen my assailant but I saw another guy move from the shadows in front of me and he came up with his cock standing hard. The guy who was fucking my ass said to him “I’m in her ass – fuck her cunt, man”. The other guy then pushed himself against my front, sandwiching me between him and my original assailant. I felt the second cock go into my cunt.

I was screaming as the two men used my body. Both of them were clearly very excited and their cocks were pounding into me. They were grunting from the effort. Their hardness meant they had penetrated me easily, fucking me like an animal.

As I found myself being double fucked and even as my eyes were fully adjusting to the dark room, the lights were suddenly turned on and I could see there were three other guys in what was a large room. The room was sparsely decorated. At the far end of the room was a double bed with a sheet across it. My clothes were lying torn on the floor at my feet. –There were several battered chairs and that was all the furnishing. The men were still dressed. Even the man fucking my ass was wearing his shirt and socks. The one in my pussy had let his pants drop to the floor but was wearing a t-shirt.

The two men kept pumping my body as the remaining three moved in on me and started touching me, slapping me and encouraging the original two – suddenly my initial assailant groaned and shouted “I am cumming in the whore” and came inside my ass, then moving away to let another take over. Then the guy in my pussy came also and was replaced. Already four of the five men in the room had used me. There were no questions on what I wanted – they were using me freely for their pleasure and already the scene was driving me crazy with excitement – I was so turned on that even the pain in my ass was bearable.

When the second pair had finished they pushed me on to the bed, my pussy and ass already cum-filled. I was made to lick clean the two guys who cum in my pussy. The guys were already starting to get hard again – clearly the scene was turning them on.

The one guy remaining (who was the original organiser) then dropped his pants and pulled me to his cock forcing it into my mouth, saying “Suck this, whore”. He was the first to say anything to me. All the conversation before had been between them with comments like “This one’s a hot fuck bunny” or “The whore’s already wet” being typical comments I remember.

While the guys had been using me another couple of guys had drifted into the room – I don’t know if they had been just waiting somewhere else in the house or had just arrived. One of the two new guys came over and started to fuck my ass.

The organiser shot his load into my mouth to the cheers of the onlookers. I choked a bit from the cum in my mouth as my ass was being fucked hard. But even as the organiser pulled back, another guy was moving into place, pushing his cock into my mouth.
I had arrived mid-afternoon but now it was getting dark and the number of men had swelled to nine. The remaining guys took their turns with me as some others had seconds or thirds, casually fucking me without asking.

The dialogue was not particularly sparkling but was mostly focused on what a hot slutty fuck I was and they referred to me as a whore, slut, bitch or such. No respect was displayed for me in their words or actions. They were intent on using me as a fuck object.
Eventually, the men got tired and they went off to sleep. I was tied up to the bed so I could not escape.

All through the night, I would doze off to find that suddenly one of the guys had come over to me and he would make me to suck him or just force his cock into my pussy or into my ass which was actually hurting a bit from the treatment it had received.

The next morning ,a tenth guy arrived and I was dragged to another room . I was sperm covered and completely degraded by this time. I had had nine guys use me freely and (apart from toilet breaks) I had not been near the bath room.

As I sat in the mind of the room, one guy threw a bucket of water over me – my tattered and torn panties which covered nothing were surprisingly still clinging to my body but apart from that I was completely naked . The water was icy cold and I was shivering as a second bucket of water was sloshed over me. But then the men started again- first one guy picked me up from behind and with my legs flailing in the air in front of us he carried me around as his cock pushed into my ass. He displayed me to the other guys who would casually shove a finger up my pussyhole or tweak my tits as I was held up my ass impaled on the man’s cock.

Finally, the guy moved me to the bed and moved me to lean over as he fucked my ass hard until he came.

Then it was a free-for-all and became a blur as the men used me one after another or in groups all day and into the night. The second night was like the first with the men casually using me if they were in the mood.

In the morning, I was brought in front of the group of ten men. The organiser then spoke “Well, slut, we have almost finished with you – we have all fucked you. You have swallowed our cum, taken it in your pussy and ass. We have raped you like the piece of meat you are but we haven’t quite finished – we will cover you with our cum and then you will lick us clean – every one of us? Understand?”

I nodded and they formed a circle around me, jerking off, as my mouth moved from cock to cock. Very quickly the first one came and then the next. Soon all of them had shot their loads over me and I was completely naked in front of them, covered from head to toe in sperm. I licked their limp cocks clean as they lined up and then they moved to the edges of the room.

Then the organiser came up to me and put his hand between my legs, pushing a finger into my pussy. He then said to me “Well, you’re one hell of a whore aren’t you? We’ve finished with you. Now you can go back to your whorehouse and sell your cheap pussy to other guys. Get out.”

He then shoved about 5 rolled up $20 notes into my pussyhole and handed me my car keys, torn clothes and a bag with my pay ($10,000) and with the other guys calling out things like “good-bye whore” picked me up and placed me – completely naked and sperm covered outside the door and then slammed the door behind me.

It was fucking cold (to put it mildly) and I dashed to the car, pulling the banknotes from my pussy on the way – very hard to run with them in there. I do not think anyone saw me since the place was pretty remote. I quickly pulled on my spare clothes that were there and without wiping myself down, drove off home.

When I got home, John was at work and my daughter at school. Annette was there – her son was having a nap -and as I walked in, she said to me “Where the fuck have you been?” I said “I’ve been out being gang-fucked by 10 guys.” And, to my surprise, she grabbed me and pushed me onto the couch and started heavy kissing. It got really full-on and we made love, licking each other out and kissing passionately. It was probably the hottest sessions, I have ever had with her – she was completely in control and using me at will - and it was reluctantly we broke off when Annette’s son started crying and she had to go to look after him.

Only then I could have a long warm shower – I had enjoyed all the fucking but my ass was hurting and I felt very dirty. The warm water revived my body. After the shower, I lay down and slept for about 4 hour. Then I went out to work – it was quite busy and finished up with 8 clients that night. I was not going to work for 6 days (time- of-month reasons) and so I had not wanted to skip working on Thursday. My boss has been a bit angry because I have not been available as much – a couple of my regulars have got annoyed.

To put the whole thing in better context, the session could be best described as a gang rape fantasy. Let me get this clear that it was not rape and should not be thought of as justifying or mitigating the evil of rape – this session was based upon my consent. I agreed to let the men use my body at their choice. In this blog I may use the word “rape” but I apologise now to anyone who has been genuinely raped - I do not mean in any way to compare this to or to trivialise your suffering. As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I have been raped and two differences make the events completely different – even though this session was scary. In this case, I gave consent and I had an exit phrase – although I did not test it. Also I had limits I could impose – no toilet and no animals. These factors make a world of difference. Or to put it in the way John has described to me, I was giving up consent only to the extent that I consented.

Some guys will do a lot of preparation to get the session they want. This session was probably the most prepared and definitely the scariest session I have ever had. It had been arranged through the receptionist of Chantelle’s place. The organiser was a friend of the receptionist.

The organiser had already spent some time gathering together a group of ten like-minded men. They weren’t friends but all had similar desires and a wish for this type of session.

In preparation, everyone –including me - having to have HIV tests through a trusted doctor and share the results. We all had to agree about a lot of other things including an exit phrase that would terminate the event – the exit phrase was “Garbage cat food tastes good” Why we settled on that phrase I do not know except that it was not likely to come up accidentally. We also had another phrase that was just to say that I thought a rule was being broken: it was “No dog food”. Interestingly the organiser was the only one who used the “no dog food” phrase when one guy tried to fuck my face after having just used my ass and not cleaning up. We all met one time to make sure that everyone understood the rules – so that, as the organiser put it, no-one ruins it for everyone. At that time, I was warned to carry a change of clothes and told not to dress as a slut.

I knew it was dangerous and probably stupid but I wanted to do it. I also had to let a friend (Sue of course) know the location and meet the organiser so that she had enough details so that if I was in trouble, she could get me help. Sue nearly lost it with me at first when I described the proposed session but she finally agreed to keep the details when she realised that I was determined to go ahead.

I has been firm upfront that I would not suck or lick anyone who had ass-fucked me until they had cleaned thoroughly. I also placed a rule that no one was to cut or bruise me. No photos were allowed – although the organiser did use my mobile to take one photo of me at the end, sperm covered and with the bank notes shoved up my cunt – just before he handed me my mobile. He said it was my souvenir.

I had underplayed the session with John and when I described it afterwards, he was pretty grumpy (quite reasonably) but finally accepted that the precautions I had taken were pretty strong and he accepted that I had only played it down so that he wouldn’t worry too much.

Finally I should note that none of the guys in that group seemed to me to be even close to being potential rapists – they all understood that this was play and although they played hard, they followed the rules and worked them into the whole scene. The organiser was particularly good at this. He rang me up later to say thanks and say that they would like a repeat some time if I am willing. I said I would think about it.