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I Was a Bimbo in a 7-Man Consensual Non-Consensual Gang-Bang to Celebrate The Miami Heat Win
I wanted to experience rape-like rough sex at the hands of a group of men claiming ownership of my body. I got much more than that & discovered myself! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
After a sexually charged evening during the Super Bowl last February and a rough gang-bang earlier in the month, I was aching to push my limits by combining both events.
When men watch competitive sports, I can smell and feel raw bestial energy and testosterone in the room. It turns me on. And I wanted to see them use me while still in their raw animal mood at the end of a game.
So, I offered my body to my girlfriend’s husband and his buddies for the Miami Heat game last night in the NBA playoff season (6th game of the series between Philadelphia & Miami on Thursday, May 12, 2022).
The deal was that if Philadelphia won, nothing would happen. Too bad for their poor penises! But if their beloved Miami team won, they would get to fuck my body in any way they wanted. When I shared that plan before the game yesterday, I initially said they would get to “role-play a rape” with me, but I later changed it to “consensual ravishment” or “fantasy of being ravished” to be politically correct.
Rape is one of the most popular sexual fantasies among women, I found out. I’m not unique. Damn! Wait! I’m sure I’m unique, just like everybody else.
In any case, I thought that since it was all about “role-playing” and that we had a “safe word,” we were all set, but apparently not. Go figure!
The whole idea behind a safe word is precisely to be able to yell “no” and “stop” while the other party knows that we don’t mean it. They can keep going. We say ‘no’ by using the safe word. So, it is literally about role-playing sexual violence, isn’t it? Why else would you want to yell “stop” and not mean it? But nevertheless, we need to call it a fantasy of being ravished, apparently.
Regardless of what we call it, it was about offering my young body as a sole woman (I like attention) in a gang-bang with at least five guys, and it turned out to be seven, which was even better. I wanted them to grab me, “play rough,” and do anything they wanted unless I said “Lotus,” which is my safe word. And I wanted that to happen only if Miami won and the macho guys were banging their gorilla chests in satisfaction.
It turned out that Miami won their game and the series, while I won a memorable sexual experience that included quite a few surprises and first-time sexual acts for me.
I joined my girlfriend Madison and her husband Darnell for dinner at their opulent beach house in South Florida. These are fictitious names because they don’t know I publish My Sex Life Diary. I picked the name Madison because I am madly in love with her, and Darnell because he is so darn big!
Since I met them about a year ago, I’ve been their sex toy. And every single time I am at their house, I am in the nude, whether they have guests or not. Their friends all seem to be other rich, kinky people — or, perhaps, that is the sole purpose of that specific house. I don’t know for sure. But last night, I had dinner with them while keeping my clothes on because Darnell and his buddies would get to rip them off my body if the Miami Heat won.
Furthermore, thinking ahead, I had put a bra and panties on, something I normally never do. I wanted to give them the fun of having more stuff to rip off before they could gain access to my tits and pussy. I was also sporting a sexy pair of high-heel shoes because I know many men like to bang women in high heels.
It was a quiet, informal meal, and his buddies arrived early on. I thought the NBA basketball game was at 8 PM, but it actually started at seven. I didn’t have to remind Madison and Darnell of my safe word because it had always been the same: “Lotus”.
Darnell had promised Madison that at least four of his friends would come, and six showed up. He introduced me to each one of them. There were two other African-American men, both built like a mountain of muscles similar to Darnell. By the manner in which they undressed me (if not fucked me) with their eyes, it was clear they already knew what the deal was.
As the game started, Madison and I retreated to outdoor chairs on their pool deck. She served us wine, and then an uncomfortable silence set in. So much of my body was preemptively expecting these men to grab me, I couldn’t maintain much of a conversation with Madison.
While I was hoping for Miami to win and visualizing what would happen, I suddenly remembered something I didn’t like after the Super Bowl game in February. The three guys who had earned the “right” to ram their cocks in me because the Rams had won were pretty shy about it — like married men who hadn’t had fun in a long time.
I mentioned it to Madison while re-explaining the ‘consensual ravishment’ I wanted to experience. It wouldn’t be much of a ravishment if they were timid gentlemen. I pointed out I wanted her husband and his buddies to fuck me, not caress me. I wanted them to take me, penetrate me, and manhandle me with no apologies. Unless I used my safe word, I wanted them to keep pushing the limits.
“That problem can be fixed,” she said, getting up and going into the house.
“You’re all set, little cum bucket,” she announced when she came back.
The pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.During the whole evening, I could hear the sound of very enthusiastic cheers coming from inside the house. From what I gathered, the Miami Heat was ahead for most of the night.
At one point, Madison went back in, and when she came back, she explained to me that the Miami Heat was indeed ahead and the game was almost over.
I tried drinking, but my hand was shaking so much I had to put the glass down. Madison laughed her ass off! She grabbed my head in her hands and tenderly kissed me.
“You can change your mind, you know?”
“No!” I instinctively replied, realizing how much I was really looking forward to it. So many women do not follow up on their sexual fantasies or needs… I would not be one of them!
At one point, the cheers grew louder. The guys were coming our way! I stood up and sat back down. What was I supposed to do to start role-playing? I hadn’t thought of that.
The seven gorillas invaded the pool deck with beer bottles in their hands.
“We won! We fucking won!”
Darnell and I locked eyes. I think he was also wondering how to get it going. If I ever do this again, I’ll plan that part better.
He walked toward me, yelling, “We won.” He unzipped his pants and said: “Take this, Philadelphia!”
He brought his cock closer to my mouth. “Aren’t you from Philadelphia? Slut!”
Of course, I wasn’t, and he knew that, but I took the cue. Role-playing had started, thanks to my girlfriend’s husband.
“Fuck off!” I replied defiantly.
He grabbed my hair with one hand and pushed his cock into my mouth. Feeling his penis on my tongue gave me shivers because I knew there was so much more to come.
I wiggled my head, pushed him with both hands, jumped up, and ran away toward the beach. The pack of wolves ran after me and caught up with me as I was setting foot on the sand trail leading to the beach. One guy grabbed me by the hair — having long hair is not good when you are trying to run away! He pulled hard, and I fell to the ground on my ass.
Two guys grabbed me under the armpits and brought me back to the pool deck. These same two guys stretched my arms above my head and held them down. They all dropped their pants but kept their shirts on. It was a sight to remember. Seven cocks on seven half-dressed men!
One guy tried to get between my legs. I kept them shut, crossing them. He grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it down. The shoulder lanyards didn’t even hold it in place for a second. He tried pulling the panties down, but my legs were crossed.
“Help me, bitch! I know you want this!” he yelled, pushing my legs apart. I was no match for such a brutal male force. He placed himself between my legs to keep them apart, then grabbed my undies and simply tore them apart like a plain piece of paper. The road was clear for him to take me, and he did.
But just before he plunged his cock into my pussy, he grabbed some lubricant that Madison handed him and shoved a lot at the entrance to my cock-pleasuring tunnel. For the whole evening, Madison made sure my pussy and butthole were well lubricated. That woman always seems to know what to do in these situations.
For a little while, a monster was banging my pussy while two guys were holding my arms locked to the ground above my head. What a feeling! I always felt “taken” when a man fucked me doggy-style, but being pinned down is even better.
It took me a while to get into yelling “no” and “stop” because I was so focused on looking at what they did that I forgot to play my part in the “acting scene.” It’s as if the guy fucking me noticed that problem because he puts his big hand around my neck.
“You love this, don’t you?” he said, tightening his grip on my neck.
That got me started on yelling “stop,” although I kept it low because we were outdoors, and I didn’t want the neighbors to get involved.
So, if you asked me, I don’t think that it ever felt like rape at all (not that I would know). It was really about having rough sex for my pleasure.
“Enough!” one guy yelled, grabbing one of my ankles and pulling on it to let the guy with his cock inside my pussy know that he also wanted some of that female fresh meat. The guy in my pussy stepped aside before he could ejaculate. My panties were gone, but I was still wearing a bra, a half-torn dress, and my high heels.
The second guy was an enormous mass of muscles. He flipped me around and fucked my ass, pulling hard on my hair. I was now on all fours. I tried freeing myself, but the more I did, the harder he pulled on my hair. Just to be clear: I was nowhere near even thinking about using my safe word.
“Fancy fucking blonde! I hate them! You think you’re too good for me? You’re just a fucking slut! And you love this, don’t you? Say it!”
Of course, I refused to say it.
“Can’t speak? I bet you can suck! Want my cock out of your ass?” he said while pulling himself out, flipping me around, forcing me on my knees, grabbing my hair again, and asking me to beg for his cock.
I pretended not to want to have his cock, and frankly, that was the only time I had a bit of hesitation. I had done ass-to-mouth many times before but never quite enjoyed it. But then I told myself that I was there to push my limits, so I let him shove his cock into my mouth.
“Lick it, slut!”
It didn’t smell or taste anything different than the usual, and I did it. I wanted to give myself an attagirl!
While sucking that dirty dick, I felt two hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back on all fours, followed right away by another cock up my ass. That guy slapped my ass a few times, then snapped the back of my bra, letting my boobs free to dangle down. My dress was only around my waist, with my ass and my boobs in the open. He extended his arms and pulled down on my nipples.
“Got milk for us, cow?”
Do you want to know how it felt? I forgot that the cock in my mouth came from my ass, and I enjoyed this whole thing—I wanted to be a fuck toy, used and shared, and I was. Totally. It was an extraordinary feeling.
For the following few minutes, a routine set in, with the next four guys fucking me in the ass before having me lick their cocks. That was a popular move! After the second one, it didn’t really smell or taste anything. I’m thinking that it is just a matter of habit, just like beer doesn’t taste good when you first taste it as a kid.
You may think whatever you want of me, but the realization that I had sucked six cocks in a row straight out of my ass made me feel… Proud. I know I am an attention whore, but I crave being a fuck toy, and that was getting me closer to being the ultimate bimbo.
About half of these men also pushed their cock down my throats, but that is nothing out of the ordinary for me. I never had much of a gag reflex and have always been good at deep-throat, even when I was a teenager.
Only two of them ejaculated down my throat. Once the pack of wolves was done passing my ass from one to the other, they forced me on my knees, and while one pulled on my hair for me to look at the stars, five guys ejaculated on my face. I pretended to try to move away while keeping my eyes closed, of course.
“You love it, don’t you? Lick it!”
Of course, I didn’t. Instead, I yelled, “Please! No!” in order to remain true to the role I was acting.
At that point, I could feel their energy coming down, which often happens after men ejaculate. I felt sad, thinking it was already over. Then, one guy said he had to go pee. My eyes brightened up. Earlier in the week, I had a discussion with one of my fans about pee and golden showers. It is not something I had ever been interested in. At all. But he told me he had masturbated thinking of peeing on me. So I wanted to see what that was about.
And guess what? I think that Madison, who had been watching the action, caught that in my facial expression. What a woman! I love her!
“What’s wrong with this toilet?” Madison asked, pulling on my hair to force me to look up again. I noticed the guys looking at each other, surprised and puzzled.
“Drown the bitch!” Madison continued. “The cunt tried to steal my husband!”
Obeying Madison, the guy who wanted to pee walked closer to my face and urinated on me. I kept my eyes and mouth closed. I had just gotten used to ass-to-mouth, so I supposed pee should have been fine, but I wasn’t sure yet.
“Wow!” one of the other guys said, getting closer to me with his penis in his hand. Madison wasn’t holding my hair anymore, so I bent my head down as if trying to protect myself while he urinated on my hair, with pee dripping down along my long hair and onto my boobs. It stank!
One guy said that blonde hair was made for a pee! It was the same guy who had bitched about blondes earlier. Maybe his ex was a blonde. I don’t know, but he clearly had an issue with blonde women.
All in all, it was… Strange. At first, I couldn’t say if I liked or didn’t like it. I was pretty neutral. But then, feeling sperm on my skin mixed with pee and my hair soaked with urine while on my knees and surrounded by seven cocks that had just fucked me in the ass and the mouth… Wow! I was a dirty girl, a cum bucket, and a toilet. Women are missing out on a lot of fun when having only conventional sex.
In any case, I could sense in my bones the thrill of being used by men, and that was a unique feeling because I was actually the center of attention, not them. It was about taking me, fucking me, using me, degrading me, urinating on me… No matter the angle, the word “me” was in it.
Then, there was a drop in energy again. I guess the other five guys didn’t feel the need to pee, and nothing happened for a couple of minutes until Madison rescued the night again.
“What? You guys are already done with the slut?” she yelled, pulling on my hair and forcing me to the ground on my back. She can be a caring lover and a mean Dom, all within the same hour.
“She tried to steal my husband! Cunt!” she added. “You like my hubby’s big cock, don’t you?”
That was 100% true!
“How about this?” she added, pushing with her hand at the entrance of my vagina. I couldn’t see, but it felt like she had all five fingers together and pushing in.
“Is this big enough for you, bitch?” she asked while continuing to push. Her hand was evidently well lubricated. She moved her hand in and out, pushing it in a bit more with each thrust. I was staring at the night sky, unsure of what was happening and what I was feeling. The seven cocks around me were no longer in my mind.
I don’t know for how long she did it except that eventually, her entire hand was inside of me. Holly fuck! What a strange sensation. I was confused because fisting is another sex act I had never thought of. I guess the pussy can take it since we can give birth through there, but I was still stunned that it didn’t really hurt. It was more uncomfortable because it was unfamiliar to me, physically and mentally.
I could sense every movement of her hand. At that moment, my body was all hers. I felt like a puppet — Madison was controlling me with her hand up my pussy.
And then, the best part of the evening happened. Her knuckles found my G-spot, and she knew it because she stayed there, massaging it. I normally don’t care much about vaginal sex. It’s clit stimulation with oral sex that does it for me. But that statement was challenged on that night. She kept massaging my G-spot with her knuckles and… It simply brought me to a type of orgasm I had never experienced before.
My body was like a piece of bacon in a pan, and I didn’t want to lose her hand. Once the explosion was over and I tried to catch my breath, she slowly removed her hand from my vagina. What the fuck was that?
Then I realized the seven guys had watched it all. I was like a cirque animal part of a show, and they were gawking in silence. I felt more nude than ever before. They had seen me have the best orgasm of my life, naked on the pool deck, under their eyes, with my girlfriend’s hand fully swallowed by my pussy. For some weird reason, it’s my tits pointing at the stars that seemed the most naked to me. Maybe because they were overly sensitive.
I didn’t have an ounce of energy left. I crashed down — figuratively speaking, since I was already down on the ground! The guys didn’t seem to know what to do with what they had just seen. They all put their pants back on, and Darnell offered a round of fresh beer for everybody.
Madison grinned, put a hand on my shoulder, and said: “Just take it easy, babe!”
I don’t know for how long I was there staring at the stars while feeling like Madison’s knuckles were still in my pussy.
At one point, I felt warm liquid on my belly. A guy was peeing on me. He seemed drunk. In the background, some other guys were cheering. I smiled. Getting peed on was no longer the highlight of my sex night.
I stayed there on my back for a long time, and although I didn’t count, I would say each guy urinated on me twice. When they were shooting at my face, I simply closed my eyes, although toward the end, when Darnell’s enormous cock was urinating on my belly, I opened my mouth and signaled him to shoot there. If I’m gonna do pee stuff… Let’s do it all!
He readjusted the aim of his hose to reach my mouth, and he filled it quickly. As he put his male tool back in his pants, I kept his urine in my mouth, wondering if I would spit it out once he left. But he stayed there, watching me, so I swallowed. He shook his head as if he wasn’t expecting me to do it.
It was bitter and salty but also kind of spicy, somehow. I told myself it was an exotic tea! I don’t know how to describe it, but I can tell you it wasn’t much worse than beer. Actually, I never liked beer, and still don’t.
Eventually, Madison came to me. I hadn’t realized I was alone on the pool deck! She tenderly took my shoes off, helped me get up and wiggle out of what was left of my dress soaked in pee and sperm, then walked me over to the outdoor shower, where she treated me to a cold shower. That wakes up a gal, but it is rule number one for cleaning sperm, I learned.
Once we walked back inside the house, I noticed it was 2 AM. I don’t know when the NBA basketball game ended, so I don’t know how long that sex party turned out to be.
Madison insisted I sleep at their house and, for the first time, got me to spend a full night in her bed with her husband. She had me in the middle, and I remember sleeping on Darnell’s shoulder at one point, with a leg over his leg, which made me smile internally. Maybe I was trying to steal her husband, after all!
Then it dawned on me that Darnell hadn’t been in my pussy on the pool deck, so the rule Madison had established a while back seemed to still apply. His cock was only allowed inside of my ass and mouth. The sole pussy he was allowed to fuck was hers.
So, what do you think? Should I talk to my girlfriend and her husband about organizing something for the NBA Conference Finals? It will be the Miami Heat against either the Boston Celtics or the Milwaukee Bucks. Update: We did something. Stay tuned!
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