My roughest gangbang [28] [F]

Hi loves, Nina here!

I’m 28 years old, live in Canada but originally from Lebanon. I’m 5 ft tall, about 135 pounds, with dark hair and light skin. I was brought up fairly conservatively but ever since my separation from my husband, I’ve started to explore and experiment with sex. Part of this was due to necessity as my separation led me to a tough financial situation. I had to move into a sketchy neighbourhood to be able to afford rent, and finding a job in this environment having never worked has been a challenge.

As a result, I’ve had to resort to becoming a sex worker, an occupation I enjoy much more than I thought I would have. My clients are generally all older men, between the ages of 50-60+, which works out nicely for me because I have a weakness for older men (and they have a weakness for my short skirts). 

COVID has been a tough environment for someone in my industry, as a lot of the richer, older men are being extra cautious and opting to delay any potential meet ups for their health and safety. As a result, many of the clients I’ve been coming across are not as wealthy and are offering far less for my services. I’m also finding a lot of people are simply texting me and asking me to hook up – my phone number seems to have been making the rounds. 

So this story begins when I got a text from someone who wanted to hire me for a boys night. I asked him how many guys there would be and he told me 3. We agreed on a price which was pretty low but I accepted as I was in desperate need of cash. 

When the day came I began to get ready. Truth be told, I don’t have many clothes in my closet. Money has always been tight my entire life and so I don’t have the luxury to go on a shopping spree. I have a few basic pieces, a few dresses, few skirts, bodysuits, tshirts and a couple of sweaters. I don’t own many pants – maybe one pair that still fits, and a pair of leggings. My go-to outfit for a first meeting has always been the same – a peach backless low cut top and a tight white mini skirt. I paired it with a pink thong, peach heels, and a short black coat.

I made my way downstairs to my Uber slowly. My heels were a bit uncomfortable to walk in – I usually prefer wedges over heels for comfort – but heels are much more flattering on a short girl like me. My clothes were on the cheaper side. I got the skirt on sale for about $10 and it was see through enough that my pink thong could be seen. My top was made of a soft thin material and my perky nipples poked right through the material when I felt the cold Canadian air against my body. 

When I arrived at the spot, I was greeted by a Caucasian man probably in his late 30s or early 40s. I walked in and the other two participants were already there who were also white and around the same age. The customer who contacted me said he got my number from another client I had seen recently for less than my usual rates. I’m not going to say how much these 3 guys were paying, but let’s just say they were getting a great deal and I was pretty much getting robbed. But again, beggars can’t be choosers and I was in a tough financial spot.

They led me to a bedroom and had me sit in between two of them. There was very little small talk made. Almost as soon as I put my bag down and sat between the two guys they had started feeling me up. One of them removed the flimsy straps of my top off my shoulders to expose my icy nipples. He grabbed my breasts with both his hands and started to tug on my nipples hard. My nipples are naturally ultra sensitive and the slightest touch sets me off. I moaned as he squeezed my breasts like stress balls, flicking and pulling my nipples as he did so. The other guy reached under my skirt and cupped my pussy with his whole hand, squeezing and massaging my clit. The third walked up to my face with his cock already out and erect and started slapping my face with it. 

These guys were literally wasting no time and I tried to keep up. I usually like taking my time and going slow but the guys wanted to dive head first. The guy in front held my chin as he guided his cock into my tiny mouth. I looked up at him as he started to fuck my face hard, hitting the back of my throat. My gag reflex triggered a couple of times but I managed to take it despite the intensity. The other two got up from their seats and also whipped their cocks out, bringing it towards my face. I grabbed both their dicks and started stroking them as their friend continued to fuck my mouth.

Moments later they put me on my back at the edge of the bed. The guy fucking my face pulled my thong off and threw it across the room, spread my legs wide open and shoved his cock inside my pussy without warning. I let out a muffled moan as the other two had their dicks in my face as I alternated between both. These three guys were driving the entire experience and using me like a toy. I had very little input in how things were going so far. They were super rough and aggressive and I barely had a second to catch my breath. They switched places as the other friend came to my pussy and started fucking me while I continued to suck off the third guy. The other started slapping my tits and pulling on them hard. I felt pain laced pleasure echo through my whole body. 

*ding dong* I heard the doorbell ring. I assumed it was just food that they had ordered but to my surprise, 3 more guys had walked in the room. I was startled and got up off the bed. “What the fuck is going on, why are there so many of you here?” 

The guy that hired me spoke up. “We have a few additions to the party, I hope that’s okay baby girl.” I told him that it wasn’t okay and that he needs to give me a heads up if there are more people coming and that this wasn’t in the price we had agreed upon initially.

He told me that I was free to leave but that he wouldn’t be paying me. I told him that this was unfair and that we need to renegotiate our deal. 

He said that during our initial phone conversation he clearly said there would be “at least” 3 people and that I had agreed to a price knowing that. 

I realized he was just being a dick. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. I had once seen a client for a low rate who brought his friend along for the ride at the last minute and didn’t pay anything extra. As a new escort, these were painful lessons I was learning the hard way. I had to make a decision. Do I just walk out on principle? But what about the cost I had already incurred? I had paid for an Uber to get here and would need to pay to get back. Walking out would put me in a negative cash flow for the day and I was already behind on several payments with a couple of payments bouncing from my bank account. 

I didn’t have a choice. I had to suck it up and go with it. I told him I would stay but that next time this shouldn’t happen again. 

We resumed the night. I found that the guys had increased their tempo and were being even rougher than before. I’m a big fan of rough sex and moments later I had completely forgotten about the argument earlier. I was on all fours taking it from behind. The guys were super horny and both drunk and high on something. They were obnoxiously loud as they fucked my pussy with reckless abandon.

I got off to them calling me derogatory names:

“Fuck this bitch’s pussy. Give it to this cheap whore.” 

“Show this hoe who’s boss. Fuck this discount hoe.”

“This skank loves being treated like a piece of shit.”

“She’s just a fucking street slut.”

“Dirty cheap hooker. I bet your dad would be proud of you.”

“This gangbang slut belongs to the streets.”

The next guy who was set to have his turn was the roughest of them all. He grabbed me firmly by my hips and thrust his pole deep into my sore pussy as I let out a loud scream. A guy in front of me fucked my face and pulled my top off of my body and threw it to the floor. The guy fucking me was out of his mind and tried getting my skirt off my body. He struggled initially but eventually found success. I heard a tearing sound and realized he had literally ripped my skirt off my body. I didn’t see the extent of the damage and in that moment I didn’t really care. I was actually enjoying myself getting gangfucked by these group of guys. 

My jaw was numb from all the cocks I had already sucked but they had no intention of slowing down. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I continued to take their dicks down my throat. We switched positions and they lubed up my tight little asshole. They started to triple penetrate me, fucking my mouth, pussy and ass simultaneously. My body was buzzing and drowning in the ecstasy of pleasure as all three of my holes got plugged by the guys.

They all took their turn with me, some going more than once as they slapped my face with their hands and cocks, spanked my fat creamy ass, fingered my asshole with multiple fingers, tugged on my tits and slapped my pussy. I was in pain and sore all over but it induced the highest levels of pleasure in my body. 

They then took turns cumming. A couple of them used protection while the others went in bare. The ones fucking me raw came all over my tiny asshole and my pussy. When they were done, the guy who hired me took a wad of cash and threw it on my naked body as I lay there. They all laughed and walked out the bedroom and into the den, leaving my naked cum soaked body covered in cash. It wasn’t a lot of money – he just used smaller bills. Maybe he got off on humiliating me. It didn’t matter to me – cash is cash at the end of the day. 

I made my way to the bathroom and wiped myself clean before heading back to the room. I put my top on and looked everywhere for my thong but I couldn’t find it. I looked under the bed, behind the door, and in the corners but it was nowhere to be found. I went over to assess the damage on my skirt. It was ripped completely in half. I had heard it tear but didn’t think it would be this bad. It was no longer wearable.

I went outside to the den area bottomless and holding my tattered skirt in my hands. “Guys, you ripped my skirt! What am I supposed to wear now?” 

“Sorry baby girl, that’s on me. My bad,” said one of them.

Sorry? Sorry???? I didn’t bother asking to be reimbursed. The skirt was only $10 and ten bucks wasn’t going to solve my immediate problem. I asked them if they had seen my thong to which they barely paid any mind and simply said it’s probably somewhere in the room. 

I decided it wasn’t worth it and just grabbed my bag to head out. “Can someone please drop me home? How am I going to go home like this?”

“Sorry babe, we’re buzzed right now and probably shouldn’t drive. You can stay if you like and one of us will take you home tomorrow morning.”

I was exhausted and just wanted to go home. I put my coat on. It was a short coat and came down only halfway to my butt. The last button ended 3/4 of the way down the coat and so there was a slit along the front that exposed my pussy. I thought about calling my roommate to pick me up but it was too embarrassing, so I just called my Uber and decided to suck it up, holding my coat tightly from the front.

Luckily it was late at night and there was no one going in and out of the building. It was dark outside so my Uber driver wasn’t able to see anything until I opened the car door and the car lit up from inside. I quickly sat down and crossed my legs. I’m not sure if he saw anything in the rear view mirror or not but I didn’t really care. I didn’t run into anyone on my way back up to my apartment either.

I took a nice hot shower when I got home and reflected on the night I just had. All in all, I considered it to be a fun night. The guys weren’t the biggest, or most skillful in bed, but what they lacked in those areas they made up for in their energy and roughness. This was by far the roughest gangbang I’d ever been a part of and I had a good time. Yes, there were some major speed bumps along the way. I should have been paid more and I didn’t appreciate their dishonesty by bringing over more people than initially disclosed. On top of all that, tearing my skirt and allegedly taking my thong was not cool. 

But despite all this, I slept like a baby that night and woke up the next morning to play with myself as I reimagined that night. In fact, even as I write this story, I could feel my pussy moistening. I’m probably going to go play with myself after lol! 

In my head, I call these guys “the rough boys”. Lame name, I know, but it’s the best I could think of. I ended up seeing them again and this time they had disclosed the total number of people and had raised my payment slightly (but again, they were still getting a hell of a deal off of me). I ended up becoming their personal gangbang slut.

-Nina

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