Gangbang Party Ch. 04

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My name is Rio.

A few hours ago I was living a fairly routine life. I’ve been out of work so mostly unemployed and often unable to pay rent. But at least able to get the odd hookup here and there. My profile read something like this:

Consistently a bottom. Redboned, or also known as light-skinned and black, originating from the South. 24 years old and once hopeful about a career in finance, now not so sure. Secretly attracted to my hunky, alpha-male, college-athlete house mate. Big ass for big dicks!

Now, it would need to be updated with the following:

Recently discovering the boundless nature of my submissiveness. Currently in the middle of getting gangbanged by my house-mate and his asshole, athletic friends.

I was standing in the kitchen, feeling exhilarated. My whole body was on edge. But my hole was pulsing, as though calling out for the dick that was there a few minutes ago. Cole was standing nearby, watching me over the tall glass of peach-coloured drink.

“So, is this like your first gangbang?” he smirked at me.

I stared at him incredulously. I guess that question wasn’t unusual for him, judging by the revelation of his lifestyle. “Yes! Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

He smiled mischievously. “Language, babes. Don’t let the boys hear you speak so crudely… or they’ll wash your mouth out.” He said with a smile, a hint of an ominous threat.

I let that comment slide. Standing naked, except for his pink thong which somehow he still kept on, still showing of his semi-erection, he looked incredibly handsome. But not handsome like Jermaine. Cole was pretty, a hint of the feminine about him. And he was comfortable in his position – the confidence of a slut who could take on all the dicks in the room and laugh while doing it.

He had a nice body, even lighter in complexion than me. Also a little skinnier than me, with a perky butt atop long legs. Seeing him naked, he had additional tattoos to the tribal above his backside ass. A butterfly on his left shoulder blade. A heart outlining the words ‘Daddy Manny’. A small card symbol on his calf… a black spade.

“So is Manny… like your boyfriend?” I asked. He laughed, giggled even. Walking up to me, he pressed his body up against mine.

“You’re pretty good at it… for someone who hasn’t been in a gangbang before,” he whispered. I wasn’t sure if I should take it as a compliment or an insult. I said nothing, in stunned silence. He kissed me. We made out, our hands rubbing along our bodies. The shared passion of our horniness. He turned back to the bar and brought me a drink.

“Here, drink up. Vodka is your friend tonight.”

“Thanks.”

Then he fetched a few things from his bag. “First things first bitch… poppers. Have you ever used them?” I said yes, although not often. “You better use them tonight. Keep this bottle with you. Take a hit now. Keep taking a hit all night. Trust me.”

Minutes later I was feeling incredibly buzzed as I walked over to the lounge. The guys were laughing, lounging about, waiting for us we walked back with drinks in our hands. All of us were naked with their. The lounge air was thick with the stank of weed. The porn was still playing. As soon as I walked into the crowd, my eyes took a dart for the nearest big black dick.

“Y’all better not be having a party without us?” Cole asked playfully as he sat on the couch, in between Jermaine and Tyrone.

“Just waiting on you bitches,” Ty said, slapping Cole a playfully on the cheek. “You ready for some more dick?”

“You know it baby!” Cole confirmed to the delighted cheer of the small crowd. He dropped to his knees, but not before he affixed his mouth on Tyrone’s big black pipe and promptly resumed sucking his dick.

Before I could do the same, even though I had dropped to my knees, Jermaine slapped me on the ass and told me to get some more shots ready – ten this time. “I told you… take care of my guests, bitch.” This time, I wouldn’t dream of protesting.

“Yes Jermaine.” I had the strangest urge to crawl to the kitchen, not just as a demonstration of my submissiveness but also as an apology for my earlier disrespect. While I was in the kitchen, pouring shots for all party attendees, the doorbell rang.

“That’s probably Wayne and Marcus,” Manny announced.

“How about we show Rio off to them?” Cole suggested. I wondered what he meant. While Jermaine had gone to let the new arrivals in, Cole had fetched a belt. Before I could figure what he intended to do with it, he whipped me firmly across the ass

“Ow!” I cried out. The room was full of laughter and Cole giggled at me, thinking this was all a big joke. He made a loop with the leather and then passed it around my neck and tighten it like a leash. “What the hell are you doing?”

But he slapped me on the ass, firmer even. “Do as you’re told.”

Several of the guys laughed. Cole tugged on my collar, pulling me away towards the corridor.

Cole said and handed poker oyna the belt to Jermaine.

Someone hollered. “Cole, you’re quite the freaky bitch tonight? I love it!” I now wondered what sort of games Cole, Jermaine and the guys were often into.

“Come… let’s say hello to our guests,” Cole suggested and I was then led towards the corridor to greet Wayne and Marcus, who had entered the flat. I could hear them laughing with Jermaine as they approached.

“Whoa… fuck… y’all got started with us. Damn!” Wayne said as he observed the party. There was drinks and various drug paraphernalia. Porn was playing on the big screen TV. Everyone was naked and I was leashed up, looking at them with part humiliation, part waiting eagerly to be told whose dick to suck next.

There was nothing special about the new arrivals, other than they were just part of the crew. Wayne was tall and dark skinned and had a ghetto style to him. Marcus was skinnier and lighter in complexion, with a beefier built and with short-crop hair. They both looked a little older than Jermaine and the earlier arrivals – maybe in their late twenties.

“Damn y’all turned him fast,” Wayne said as he grabbed his crotch. I licked my lips involuntarily and felt my asshole spasm. Even though he didn’t know me, he had already sussed out the situation. I was part of tonight’s entertainment – a slut with holes to be used.

“Get your dick out and see for yourself,” Jermaine invited. I could barely believe my house mate and best friend was pimping me out like this. Marcus and Wayne unzipped and pulled out some good looking dicks. Cole dragged the belt downwards… reminding me where I was supposed to be. I dropped down on my knees… and swallowed Wayne’s flaccid cock into my mouth.

Within seconds, I was bobbing away at the two new arrivals, taking turns to suck alternatingly between them. Their dicks quickly hardened in my mouth, smelling of musk and sweat, no doubt as they had come straight from the club. This only made me more eager to suck them more. I felt a fire rise within me, heating me up with a glow that was centred around my boy-pussy, that flowed up my spine and glowed in my mind, filling me with all kinds of nasty thoughts. I played with their balls as I sucked and stroked their long shafts. For a moment, I was lost in time.

Boy-pussy… what a great description for what a pussy-boy had. Both those descriptions apply to me, surely.

“Damn ain’t bitch is eager… you really trained him good.” One of them remarked.

We walked back into the lounge, with me crawling in between them. Naturally, I got a few smacks on my ass. Cole also got on his knees, next to me, taking Marcus’s dick. The two of us sucked and pleasured Wayne and Marcus either side, even taking turns to lick and slobber on each of them together, making out like horny teenagers, our tongues and mouths wilding out. This got the crowd going and excited and pretty soon there were catcalls and hollers of encouragement.

“Hey, quit hogging them bitches… bring them over here,” someone hollered from the couches. Cole crawled in the direction of the voice. After a few more seconds of being allowed to suck dick, I was also dragged away by the collar from Wayne and Marcus moaning and whimpering as I did.

“What a slut! Look at him crawl!”

I found myself craving their attention even more, rubbing my body wantonly as they verbally harangued me. It was such an immense turn on. I even crawled to the centre of the sitting area, in front of the big-screen TV, and stuck my ass up the air invitingly.

I was quickly descended upon.

There were four guys around me, each taking their turn to fuck my mouth and dickslap my face. All quite aggressive … but by now I was used to it and even craved it. My ass was squeezed and slapped, probed and fingered. My hair was tugged and my nipples were rubbed and pinched. Even my ears were tugged to use as leverage to better mouth-fuck me. They kept trying to choke me with the collar around my neck – pulling it up so my neck was always at their preferred crotch level. In seconds, my face was covered with spit and pre-cum.

After an extended period of mind breaking oral abuse, I wailed out loud and tried to crawl, turning over onto my back, rubbing my hands all over my body in a display of maddened arousal. It was a level of arousal I had never experienced and could only be described as life-changing.

“Tell us what you want slut!” They demanded.

“Fuck me! Please I want to get fucked!” I pleaded, my voice sounding desperate.

Manny walked over and placed his barefoot on my face. “Do you admit you’re a slut? That you want every man here to fuck you?”

“Yes! I’m a slut! Please… I want every man here to fuck me. I want all your cum inside me! Please!”

“Every man here? What about Cole? Don’t you think he might want some cum too?”

“No! Fuck that bitch! I want all the cum!”

Manny leered over me like canlı poker oyna a mountain, his hand wrapped around his thick dick. He leaned closer to me and spat on my face. “You’re going to learn about sharing, bitch. And not being so damn selfish!”

“Yes sir!”

I was dragged onto my knees, on all fours. Without ceremony, someone immediately mounted my ass, sliding in with ease. My moans of delight were cut off at the throat as the belt around my neck was pulled up so that a dick was forced into my mouth. I was now being spit roasted on the carpet, on all fours.

“Suck it bitch!” Whoever was fucking my aft pushed my head forward. I was only too happy to comply. The dick I was sucking was… Leon’s. I looked up and confirmed that it was. Our eyes locked, his expression full of amusement. Seeing that smirk on his face made me want to pleasure him even more. I forced my mouth deeper on his dick, slipping my tongue under his shaft and sliding it along as I bobbed, slobbering up a mess on the carpet. After a few minutes of letting me do this, Leon grabbed my head with his big hands and held my face firmly, then began to fuck my gullet, stroking and choking me.

The guy at my ass was equally demanding, equally deep with his long plunges. I kept getting smacked on my ass for various reasons – being too still, moving too much, not arching my back, raising my back too much, having a nice ass, having a nice pussy that was too wet, or just for being a slut. Even when the duo plundering my holes swapped places, the exact some abuse continued. All around me I could feel the domineering presence of these alpha males and I could sense they saw me, at that moment, for what I was – a submissive slut. I had relinquished control of my body and had surrendered it for their use.

“Fuck me! I’m a SLUT,” I said, although my mouth was full of dick so all that was hoard was muffled moaning. The guy fucking my ass was sliding his dick in and out with long, plunging strokes such that he almost kept sliding out.

“Shit His pussy is talking already. What you fellas done to this bitch?” It was true, my hole was making wet, squelching noises. It must have been Wayne or Marcus fucking me.

“Let me get some of this pussy,” another voice interjected. I felt the dick in my ass pull out, which left my asshole open and reply with a loud, long wet farting sound. This immediately got everyone around me amused and they all laughed at my expense.

“Shit that pussy is loose now.” I felt a smack on my asshole. My hole felt dilated and sensitive. I felt a pang of guilt and shame… followed by a desire to show how much of a whore I was. I reached round and spread my ass cheeks, opening my hole even further, making it gape and queef even more.

Someone shoved their fingers up it – three of them. I moaned but my throat and mouth was stuffed with Leon’s dick. Then I felt someone else enter my ass-pussy and I was being fucked again. Wayne got round to my front and Leon released the collar and my hair so as to allow me to suck him clean, as he had been inside my ass only a few moments ago. In the brief moment, I turned around, curious to see who was fucking me. It was Adrian, but then I got a timely reminder to suck dick when Wayne smacked my head and pulled my dreads. I swallowed him, tasting the pungent mix of cum and own ass-juice – while he pinched my nose, cutting off my breath. He then proceeded to skull-fuck me, his dick rubbing the back of my throat, his hands forcing my head to deep throat him till my nose was squashed against his stomach.

Cole, in the meanwhile, was riding Jermaine’s dick, on the couch. At the same time he was jerking off Tyrone and Marcus, both of them sitting on either side of him. Manny was on the other side of the couch, leaning in and holding him by the face, sharing a deep passionate kiss with Cole while he rode Jermaine. It was quite impressive how Cole was able to straddle Jermaine using only the strength in his thighs. Then he climbed off Jermaine and straddled Tyrone, giving him his turn for some ass for a few minutes before sliding over to Marcus. This way, Cole shared his ass with the three studs.

I was getting fucked well myself, with Leon pounding my backside like a battering ram. My mouth was now wrapped around Toby’s’ dick, who was holding a beer in his hand while his shaft was down my throat. Adrian was standing close by, his dick slapping my face as a reminder that I should be pleasuring him. I did so, taking turns in suck both him and Toby. Wayne was standing next to Adrian, stroking his dick and watching with interest as Leon fucked me. Then Leon stopped and pulled out, allowing Wayne to mount me, his dick sliding in easily past my gushing boy pussy. I expected Leon to present me with his dick for cleaning – so I quickly turned my head sideways, wrapping my lips around him, guiding my head till I swallowed him to the root.

“Now that’s you being a good bitch. Learning your place.” And I got a few slaps on the internet casino face… but they were slaps to reward me.

Leon, Adrian, Toby and Wayne took turns fucking me in doggy style position, rotating around my holes so that I was constantly filled at both ends. Cole, from what I could see, was being his expertly whorish self, still riding a dick, while now also playing with two others and sucking on a fourth.

Whoever was fucking kept pulling the belt and held my head up. My mouth was open and my tongue stuck out, Wayne’s fat, bulbous dick head resting on it. I could taste pre-cum leaking from his dick… my whole mouth tasted of cum and the smell of it was strong in the air. It was an aphrodisiac as strong as the alcohol and the weed.

Out of nowhere, Jermaine arrived and presented his dick for sucking. Before I took it in, I noticed it looked greasy and covered in slickness. I tasted it and I could tell it had just been in Cole’s ass. I swallowed him deeply, moaning as I did. After he pulled out, I thought he was going to fuck me but he didn’t. Once again, I longed to feel my room mate’s dick inside my ass. Everyone else had fucked me, why not him? I wondered. But I couldn’t be too preoccupied with that because Leon was really giving it to my ass, hammering away with serious intent. His hard dick kept pounding away at my bruised insides, my second hole vanquished and my ass cheeks were being pummelled by his incessant stroke. I kept crashing forward, my knees sliding against the carpet. I had to use all the strength in my arms to keep me in position. He leaned in and gripped me by my hair and collar, slanging his dick into my poor ass as though he was angry.

“Take that dick! Fucking take it slut!” Leon yelled. I was moaning loudly and yelling myself, feeling his aggression beginning to take its toll on me. “Oh fuck I’m coming,” he said and then crashed on top of me, his sweat-drenched body pinning me to the ground as he nutted inside my guts. When he pulled out, my asshole involuntarily leaked out some of his semen out. I turned to thank Leon for fucking me by sucking his dick – only to find that Cole was on his knees, sucking him already. I felt a little annoyed about that – that’s my job!

“Leon you damn near killed his pussy,” Wayne laughed. I was feeling overwhelmed and a little tired too.

“He’s stronger than you think,” Cole approached me. Gently he pulled me to my knees and kissed me. I felt my body warm up. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m good… ” I smiled blissfully.

Cole smiled at me. “You want more dick?”

Seconds later, I grunted as I felt another dick enter my asshole. I turned around to see Marcus behind me. “Hold that dick in there, daddy,” Cole said and then got up to the table. He came back and then got to his knees in front of me, his ass in front of my face. I had to admit it looked quite good from this close – his bubble butt spread in front of me. His hole was also quite gaped, clearly having been well fucked. And his pussy lips looked swollen and raw, as though they used quite often. I wondered if mine would look similar.

“Eat that pussy, bitch,” I heard someone tell me and felt my face pushed into Cole’s ass. Quickly, I began to tongue and lick the puckered lips and hole, tasting its musky flavour and lapping at it till it was wet and juicy. Manny then appeared with a shot of vodka and the little brown bottle of poppers. I took several hits and then felt the rush and warmth wash over me.

“Wow…” I said and then dove into to continue eating Cole’s ass. Within seconds, Cole was making wild noises unlike he’d made all night. My booze, weed, and amyl filled brain was making my mouth and tongue do things to his pussy that had him go crazy.

I turned around and looked at Marcus. “Fuck me,” I said and then continued to toss Cole’s salad. Marcus wasn’t waiting for a second invite and began to slam his dick at my ass. I moaned and slobbered all over Cole’s hole till it was pulsing and winking like it had come to life. Manny then came over and climbed over my head and positioned himself over Cole’s body, dipped his knees and slid inside Cole’s butt. Now I had Manny’s ass in my face – and he told me to eat it. I obliged, eating Manny’s butt, getting my tongue in his surprisingly smooth crack. With each thrust from Marcus, my face crashed against Manny’s chunky ass.

Dick-sucker, dick-taker, ass-licker. What next?

“Damn… look at him go,” someone commented as they all amused themselves at how slutty I was acting. Marcus pulled out my ass and a fresh dick was inserted for more fucking. I sucked Marcus’s dick clean before continuing to lick Manny’s butt. The guy fucking me then flipped me over so that I was on my back, but my face was underneath and between Cole’s legs. I could see Manny’s dick slide in and out of his crevice. A couple of times he pulled his dick out and told me to suck it before inserting it back into Cole’s hole. Then when he pulled out and someone else took his place, the same thing continued to happen.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder!” I heard Cole shout as his ass was being pounded. I could not see how the top could go any harder. “More dick! I want more!” he yelled and then I hear a loud smack.

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