I always enjoyed flirting with men at those parties. And my husband always enjoyed watching me doing it. I sensed that he felt proud when he saw other men lavish envious attention on me. But the last party I went to didn’t turn out as I had planned.
For most of the night, it was no different than the dozens of other parties that my husband and I’ve been too. My top was cut too low and my jeans were too tight. Men were hanging around me, staring at my tits, occasionally brushing up against me as we walked. But as the party was winding down, a group of men were huddled around me, telling me dirty jokes, and making remarks to themselves about my tits. I was horny, happy, and looking forward to going home and fucking my husband. But the hornier I got, the more obvious my nipples became, and the men just seemed to be more emboldened. One of them reached out and pinched my nipples between his fingers. I tried to tell them to stop but I was frozen with shock and fear. Before I knew it another guy took his turn and squeezed my nipples. Then another. I just stood there and let them.
We were at a private party and it happened in the garage of the owner’s house. It was just me and six or seven expat men living in Shanghai. I wasn’t sure how many exactly. Two of them backed me up against the wall and I heard the sound of the roller doors being pulled down and I felt a hand between my legs. I looked up at the man’s face. I told myself that I needed to resist, and to tell him to stop, and all I actually did was opening my legs wider for him. It was as if my body was no longer listening to my command. There was a man on either side of me, and I put my arms around their shoulders for support. Then they lifted my top to reveal my tits while the other men rubbed me between the legs. The rest of the men just stood in front of us and watched.
… In that crowd I noticed one of them was my husband.
He smiled at the man who was rubbing me between my legs and nodded as he unbuttoned my jeans and I felt the man’s hairy fingers on my panties. As soon as the man worked his fingers under the waistband and found my pussy, my head arched back and I dug my fingernails into the shoulders of the men supporting me. I begged them to stop. I begged my husband to save me and take me home, but my pleading fell on deaf ears. They laughed at me and then, the two men holding me up each grabbed one of my tits and lowered their mouths on my nipples. I grunted loudly as the first one, and then the second one, took my nipples between their teeth.
The men now all moved closer and I heard a jumble of voices. “Cheap Chinese slut.” “Asian whore.” “She loves it.” “Who fucks her first?” And then, amid the sea of voices, I heard the familiar masculine sound telling someone to “teach my wife a lesson. … stick a finger up her.”
I felt delirious, consumed by what I perceived to be betrayal by my own husband and what was about to happen to me. I felt the same fat, stubby, hairy finger slide inside me and then two other men pulled my jeans all the way down my ankles. I was panting hard.
The two men crouched beside me, one to my left and one to my right. They reached between my legs, and each grabbed one of my pussy lips between their fingers and thumbs, and gently pulled them apart, exposing my swollen clit. The men had all cheered as my panties were ripped off of me, and they cheered again as my clit was displayed for them. The entire garage echoed with the most disgusting and degrading comments about me.
That finger was still moving around inside me, and I felt I was going to cum. I heard my husband’s voice again, and I couldn’t speak. I had completely lost control over my body. And then I heard his voice up and close. “You get to pick,” he said. “You get to pick someone to fuck your pussy.” My knees buckled and gave away as he said it.
The thought of picking a man from the crowd to fuck me in front of so many other men pushed me over the edge. I was panting and grunting and just as the first wave of my orgasm was about to break between my legs and inside of me, I felt the finger slide out of me and the two men let go of my pussy lips. This wasn’t happening. They can’t stop now. I thought to myself and looked around the garage in desperation, panting wildly as I did, my face just pleading for one of them to say “let the Asian slut cum,” but none of them did. My head slumped down in defeat and tears rolled down my cheeks.
My husband stroked my cheek and wiped away my tears. I whispered in a low moaning “please” but he ignored me. I sobbed as I felt the orgasm that had almost started to consume me recede.
The thought of letting a stranger fuck me made my pussy drip, and I bowed my head in shame, imaging the comments those men would make if they saw what was happening between my legs. But they hadn’t noticed. They were busy talking and laughing about how big my Asian clit was.
I looked at the faces of the men standing in front of me. Some were tall. Some short. Some with blonde hair. Some with brown hair. I saw a man about six feet three, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was smiling and talking to a drop-dead gorgeous blonde girl, whom I assume is his girlfriend. I had tried to flirt with him once at the very beginning of the party, but he had ignored as if I weren’t there. He’s the type of man who wouldn’t take interest in Asian girls, I assumed, and I told my husband I wanted to do him.
“Why him?” The blonde woman next to him asked. My head spun around in the direction of her voice. She was standing near a side door and a cold chill ran down my spine as I saw the head lights of a passing car through the open door. Anyone driving by or walking past would have seen me, and I gasped frantically and screamed: “Shut the door!”
“Don’t tell me what to do, you fucking Shanghai whore.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered. I actually hated everything about the stuck-up blonde bitch, but I would have gotten down on my hands and knees and licked her feet if that’s what it took for her to forgive me. She had looked down her nose at me the moment we met, and now she had every right to. A car pulled up in front of the open door and then disappeared into the darkness as the driver turn off the head lights. “Why do you want the door shut, whore?” She knew she had won, and she was going to make me squirm.
“I’m sorry.” I desperately wanted the door shut, but all I could get out of my mouth was “I’m sorry.”
She looked at me with the same contempt that she had seen with me at least a dozen times throughout the night. I felt like she was the beautiful mistress of the mansion, and I was her lowly chamber maid, a cheap servant girl who had forgotten her place.
“It seems to me that you like an audience. I thought you would have thanked me, now that people can line up outside and watch you make a spectacle of yourself. Do you want me to shut the door again? You pathetic whore! Now you were asking my boyfriend to fuck you, weren’t you? He doesn’t like you. You’re too cheap, too easy. He likes women with a bit of class about them.” Her eyes moved down my body, and lingered between my legs.
My mind was racing as my head hung in shame and humiliation.
” Um sweetie … your pussy is dripping.”
“I’m sorry.” I cringed as I apologized once again.
“No you are not! Don’t lie to me you worthless slut.”
The men had been silent as they watched her taking control of me. But now they were bursting out laughing and making the most vulgar and cruel comments about my pussy and how wet it was.
“And look at the size of your clit! No wonder you’re such a slut. You must get horny just walking down the street with a clit that big.” Her finger was just a few millimeters from my clit as she pointed it. If she had touched me there, I would have cummed all over her. She moved her finger up and down my clit, slowly, pretending to stroke it.
“I will tell you what we are going to do. She stared into my eyes as she spoke. “I will let my boyfriend fuck your worthless pussy.” I moaned loudly as she said it. “But first, I’m going to cum on your tongue.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I was cumming. I grunted and dug my fingers into the men who were holding me. I threw my head back as my orgasm took hold of me. But as quickly as it had erupted inside me it faded away. Just a taste of the real pleasure that awaited me. I lifted my head towards the blonde woman, and I was thrusting myself against nothing but the cool night air. I tried to touch myself, but the men holding me wouldn’t let me. I begged her to touch me but she just laughed at me. I looked around the room in desperation, pleading for someone to help me, but no one did. I was almost hysterical, tears rolling down my cheeks. I whimpered once more as I slumped into the arms of the men holding me. My clit throbbed in frustration. I felt dizzy as I lifted my head again. I took control of my breathing and slowly the dizziness subdued into a hazy light-headed feeling.
“I will let my boyfriend fuck you, with the help of all these other men, but first, you will make me cum with your tongue.” I nodded a few times and bowed my head in shame. “And once I’m finished with you, you will suck off every man in this room, and you won’t waste a drop, do you understand? Okay, boys. The slut likes an audience, but I don’t. Wait outside.” She was the kind of woman who could get men to do anything for her. The men filed out the side door, my husband smiled at me as he left. I saw them standing near the door as the blonde alpha female closed it on them. They were hanging around like a pack of animals, ruled over by the queen, waiting to get their turn on the bottom bitch, the lowly bottom bitch in heat.
She motioned for me to get down on my knees and I did as I was told, my top still pulled up under my arms, my jeans still down around my ankles. She stood in front of me, my face only a few inches away from her crotch as she reached under her dress and slid her white lace panties down and then she lifted her expensive cream woolen dress and spread her legs. She wanted me to do it now, but I’d never done this with another woman before. I wanted her to enjoy me. I waned to make it as good for her as I could. I gently rested my hands on her thighs and parted her lips with my thumbs. She was wet and her clit was swollen. I licked it and she moaned softly. I flicked it with my tongue and she moaned again. I enjoyed the way her body reacted but she had lost patience with me and grabbed the back of my head and buried my face in between her legs. I looked up at her as I licked and sucked on her clit, but her eyes were shut. She wasn’t even looking at me. She was breathing heavily and rubbing herself against me as I licked her. Soon, she was thrusting herself against my mouth, panting and moaning as she came. When she finished, she turned her back to me as she pulled up her panties, and adjusted her dress before opening the door to let the men back in.
When my husband came back through the door she put her hand on his chest and whispered something to him, his grey eyes lit up—it was so strange seeing my husband talking to a white woman, it was a feeling that I could never get over, since I always assumed that my husband was a guy with yellow fever who could only date Asian girls. Then she put his hand on her ass and he looked at me and smiled and before I could say anything he left with the blonde woman. I felt a rage of jealousy but before I had time to worry about my husband, I was once again surrounded by a dozen horny men. I had felt safe while my husband was here, but now, those men had me to themselves.
My legs were weak and shaking as the two men supporting me lowered me to my knees, at the feet of a man I absolutely despised. My hands shook as I undid his belt and zipper, and he pushed them away. “Useless whore.” He said as he pulled his cock from his pants. I felt the blood drain from my face as I saw his cock for the first time. He laughed and I knew why. He was still soft. He had seen every part of my body, and he had watched me squirm like a bitch in heat, but he was still soft. I hadn’t even aroused him. It was the ultimate insult, and everybody knew it. My humiliation as a woman was complete.
My hands were still shaking as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I guided it to my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I felt it begin to swell in my mouth as I sucked on it. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward, making me swallow. It was hard now and he pulled it out of my mouth and told me to lick it. I licked along the shaft, then the balls. I tried to play with myself but the men holding me slapped my hand away. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me with that smug grin typical of western sexpat living in Shanghai. His cock throbbed in my mouth and I felt his cum squirting against the back of my throat and I kept my promise to the blonde woman. I didn’t waste a drop and swallowed it all.
Then another man stood before me, undid his pants like he was standing in front of a urinal and wiped out his cock. He shoved it in my mouth and before long my mouth was once again filled with cum.
One after the other men walked over to me with their cocks in their hands wanting their turn. They kept count as each one of them came inside my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could. The bitter and sour taste in my mouth made me want to throw up. The two men supporting me were still standing beside me and they haven’t had their turn. They told me to lie down and pointed to the dirtiest part of the floor and started jerking themselves off over me. Their cum squirted all over me, my tits, my hair. I was covered in cum, and some grease from the floor. “Ten. Eleven. Twelve … Anyone else want to use the Asian cum rag?” I heard the men say. Then they dragged me to my feet, and once again backed up me up against the wall. I put my arms around them just I had done earlier. One of them shoved his fingers up me and started sliding in and out of my pussy. Once again two men pulled the lips of my pussy apart, just as before.
I looked at the man with blonde hair who was about to fuck my pussy and I felt my clit throbbing. He hesitated a moment, staring at my cum covered face and tits. “Please. Please. I did everything you wanted me to do.” I pleaded with him. I felt hands moving behind me and I realized a finger was working its way up my ass. I couldn’t help myself. I rode the finger until it was sliding in and out of my ass, in rhythm. I saw him unzipping his pants and curiously I observed his blonde pubes. Then I felt the tip of his penis touching my clit and I screamed out.
I don’t know how many times I cummed. The intensity of what happened to me was indescribable. I pleaded with them to stop. I wanted more, but I just couldn’t take anymore.
My pleading for them to stop fell on deaf ears as I felt the tip of his white cock pushing up against me and I gritted my teeth as I felt it stretching me open beyond what I had imagined was possible. It was filling me up completely and I tried hard to adjust my body to fit his size. It hurt like crazy, but it hurt good. I could feel his cock so far up inside me that it made me gasp for air like a dead fish on dry land. Then it was all inside me. He stood there for a moment as he enjoyed how good it felt. Then he started to slide it out again, until it was about half way out and he thrusted it up inside me again. My head slumped to one side and I grunted like a pig being slaughtered. His big cock was tearing me apart, and despite of my protest, I loved it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10jsn3q/my_husband_m40_allowed_me_f29_to_be_gang_banged
Does hubby share your pussy regularly now?