Hi all! This is a continuation of the first Dubai whore story, found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/8ps3kj/i_was_an_instagram_escort_and_i_was_auctioned_off/).
This is a shorter version of the story. The full version is on my SubReddit. You can AMA on there, if you’d like.
FYI, I use this Reddit account as an anonymous way of posting some of my whore adventures. I’m a LA agency model, and have a large Instagram following. So I wont’ give out any pictures or my IG. But I will say that I’m 25 years old, 5’10”, blonde with blue eyes. 32D-24-35.
The day after the auction, I was relaxing, trying to recover. I’m having dinner when the Mogul and his assistant approach me. After some chitchat, he gets down to business and wants to organize a gangbang with me tomorrow night. I was planning on relaxing, but again, the allure of money makes you do some crazy shit.
So we start negotiating. At first, he wants no limits, but I push back. After some back and forth, we agree on the same limits/rules as the aucion. The final sticking point is my insistence on no pictures/video, but he wants to live-stream it. I’m about ready to walk from the table, when the assistant offers me a mask I could wear which would cover my face. We compromise and we settle on $20k as the payment.
It’s the night of the gangbang, and the glamour team is back, getting me primped and ready—again with the hair and makeup. When I’m ready, I’m escorted to my fuck room, where there is this four post bed positioned in the center of the room.
The Mogul asks me if I’m ready to go; curiously he wants to start live-streaming, like right now. The assistant helps me put the mask on while the Mogul turns on his phone and starts Skyping with someone. The other person is clearly an American female, speaking perfect English. The Mogul brings me into frame, and continues to talk to the girl, trying to convince her to come for a trip. Then he turns and starts asking me questions, simple yes/no answers. Not wanting to reveal my voice, I start nodding… “Are you an American?” I nod my head yes. “Did I give you $35k the other day?”—yes again. The inquisition continues for some time… He concludes the Skype and shuts off his phone. I remove my mask and just look at him all confused. Did he just use me to convince another girl to come?
Next, the assistant brings in the 5 guys – I don’t recognize them from the other night. These guys look a little older than me. I’m guessing in their 30’s or so. All in decent shape. All pretty tall. All cute in their own way—or so I tell myself to gird for what’s to come. Ok, not bad. It could be much worse. After some final words, the Mogul and Assistant depart, and I’m left alone with these five men.
As if on cue, the guys begin to encircle me, one of them speaks, let’s nickname him the ‘boss’, setting the tone for the evening with a series of taunts. Apparently he’s done some homework, and has lurked my social media for intimate personal details. He calls me by name and starts verbally humiliating me. Wow, I figured these guys are fucked up, but this takes it to another level.The boss stands behind me and whispers “How would you feel if your sister (insert sister’s name) knew what you were doing right now?”. Holy fuck, shit got real now.
He undoes my bra and tears the straps from my shoulders. In an instant, his hands are on me, groping my breasts and fondling my pussy. The other guys use this as a cue to begin their assault, hands pulling on me from all directions, commenting, calling me names, telling me what they’re going to do all night long.
The boss forces me onto my knees in front of him, unzips his pants and springs to life. I’d say he’s above pretty good in size, for those who are wondering. He slides in, as he calls me his American whore. I work my mouth up and down his shaft, as he plays with my hair and pets me. I could feel him begin to throb clearly enjoying my mouth. Soon enough he rotates out and another guy replaces him.
Eventually, one of them instructs me to lie down on the bed, my head dangling over the side. He hovers over me, his legs straddling my face. My mouth instinctively opens to receive him as he brutally buries his cock inside with a single thrust. I’m struggling to maintain my composure. One by one each guy throat fucks me. After their turn in my mouth they each move to manhandling my tits or fingering my pussy.
After a little bit, I could sense the mood was shifting and the guys wanted more. I’m still lying on the bed, my neck and throat sore as my mouth was well fucked and used. One of the guys stands me up on my high heels. The boss comes behind me and slowly begins peeling off my thong allowing them fall to my feet. He whispers in my ear to get on on all fours on the bed—doggystyle. I obediently take position, my legs spread, ass high in the air. There’s this 30 second pause as the guys take in the view. At this point, I’m kinda nervous, kinda excited. I know what’s coming, and there’s unease around that, but I’m loving all the attention and the process of becoming their Dubai whore.
The boss comes behind me, his hands firmly grabbing my waist. I’m facing the others, as if playing to an audience, as the boss takes his cock and slides inside me raw. Almost immediately, I start gasping, looking back at him, as his cock begins to stretch me out. At this point, my mind is off the charts, thoroughly overwhelmed by pleasure and ecstasy. After the first initial thrusts inside me, the boss builds to a steady rhythm. He pulls my hair, grabs my shoulders and hips. He was so forceful and aggressive, his balls were slapping me. Honestly, I can no longer control myself, my moans and gasps filling the room. By now the boss was getting close, the pace of his strokes becoming deeper and harder. My own climax was getting close too.I grabbed onto the bed sheets holding on for what I knew would be a powerful release. With his final thrusts, he grabbed my hips, buried his cock, and exploded inside of me. At the same time, I erupt into the most intense orgasm, fucking screaming, as I’m literally shaking and gasping for air. Oh my fucking god.
After he was done, the boss dismounts and positions himself in front of me. I’m cleaning him off with my mouth when the boss motions to a 2nd guy, who gets up and positions himself behind me. Just as the 2nd guy positions his cock at pussy, the boss pauses him and instead orders me to fuck him. I look back at the 2nd guy, then back forward to the boss. I obediently whisper ‘okay’ and lean in to kiss the boss. He then nodded to the 2nd guy, who then slid inside from behind. Again, I lose control of myself and my rational emotions, again feeling this weird sense of pride. He was definitely more brutal, more aggressive, more carnal. In the middle of this, my belt was brought out, tied fastened around my waist and used as a grip and harness. He was bringing my body to another intense orgasm, signaled by the volume and intensity of my moans. I felt him explode inside of me, his accompanying scream resembling that of a fucking animal. Holy fucking shit, I thought, as cum was now oozing out of my pussy.
Without a pause, the 3rd guy comes and pushes me down onto my stomach, and spreads and pins my legs. He gets on top of me and starts playing with my ass. Even before I could get a word out, he shoves his cock up my ass. He’s literally using all his force to fuck my ass as violently as he can. After a little bit, the 4th and 5th guys join in. One faces me and rams his cock down my throat. The 5th guy joins, and eventually I’m repositioned. Honestly, I couldn’t even keep track of who was where, and when. But next, I’m riding one guy, another guy is fucking my ass doggystyle, thus double penetrating me. Yet another guy is standing, shoving his cock down my throat, thus airtight. I guess this is what being a Dubai whore is all about. There were so many different motions/actions/thrusting that I really didn’t know what to do. At this point, I’m getting brutally fucked in each hole. Honestly, it feels so surreal even typing this. Eventually all of the guys cum, each depositing their load into whatever hole they were using. After they were done, I collapse on the bed alone, just fucking exhausted.
Throughout the remainder of the night, we perform every single combination, threesome, foursome, solo. They continue to double team and air tight me. My holes were constantly stuffed and plugged. If one of them needs a break,it’s rest, recover and fuck again. Often times, they run a train, one guy after another. Other times, they want to tag team me or just all completely own me simultaneously. And the cum…I honestly can’t believe how much they produce. They glaze my body or have me swallow. As I’m objectified and used, my body keeps having these orgasms. Towards the end of the night, I feel my body giving up. They had sexually broken me, my body and mind transformed me into their Dubai whore.
Feel free to AMA
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8rz2em/i_was_an_instagram_escort_and_i_got_gangbanged_in
Would you do it again? And if there was no money involved, would you still do it for the experience?
Jesus Christ that was a stressful read.
I don’t know how you do it.
How do I know if a girls is an Instagram escort?
Any concerns on your end about getting arrested for violating Islamic/Muslim law? I’ve been to Dubai and had friends get in pretty serious jams for very minor infractions.
Did you cum while you were airtight? Howd it feel?
Very hot, but also somewhat cringe-producing. I’ve seen good gangbangs and some brutal ones. Yours is more to the brutal side, but then too, I would have loved to watch it all in person.
Sounds crazy. Glad to hear you enjoyed it. How long did it take you to recover?
Not sure if you’re willing to answer this. But I’m curious how you were paid and how you trust them enough so you’re sure you had the money?
have you fucked any celebs?