Slut Bride

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: A young bride is cornered by her grooms friends

Hi there! Those of you who know me, know all about my secret fantasy: to be gangbanged by a huge number of men. I have no idea why such a degrading fantasy can turn me on so much, yet a fantasy it remains, and one that percolates through my mind nearly every day. I have written several stories on this topic, covering various scenarios, sometimes from my point of view, sometimes from my husband's. All, however, share the following traits:

-I am fucked by an impossibly huge number of men - in the hundreds, if not thousands;
-They are total strangers, ugly and scary-looking;
-They shoot enormous amounts of sperm all over my body;
-I am humiliated to the extreme, both verbally and (to some extent) physically;
-I am "forced" to commit lewd sexual acts, ie analingus etc.

If any of the above turns you off, I suggest you read no further. If, on the other hand, these acts appeal to a perverted and/or sexually depraved part of your psyche, read on - you won't be disappointed.

Usually, my fantasies begin with me and/or my husband entering into a situation very naively, with me having to "pay the price." We are in a place we shouldn't be in - a rowdy bar, a packed porno theater, a biker gang party, a poker game, etc. - and we lose complete control of the situation as the men begin to have their way with me. My husband discovers he likes very much what he is seeing done to me, and he wants to keep the action going, sometimes even directing it. My stories always focus on the men's pleasure, never mine - I am seen merely as a receptacle, a series of holes with which the men can plug themselves into, satiate their lustful desires, and walk away.

I should probably mention that none of this has ever happened to me in real life. I have never told my husband about my fantasies, as I have no desire to hurt his feelings. Anyone reading this story (or any other) should realize that I do not condone or recommend this sort of thing, as it's far too dangerous.

Ok ok enough with the blab, and on with the story! Any feedback, be it comments, ideas, or suggestions, would be most appreciated - heck, it's why I post this stuff in the first place. :-) Please send to: baty69@hotmail.com


My fantasy begins on my wedding day: I am 23, dressed in a virginal white wedding gown & veil, getting married to a wonderful man. "Tom" is a miner, and he has invited virtually every friend he has ever known! The wedding reception is held in a huge dining hall that Tom managed to rent "for a good price." It looks pretty run-down and seedy, but we are both so happy that it doesn't matter. Unfortunately, none of my friends and family could make it, so it is just me, Tom and about 200 of his burly friends. As the evening proceeds, we are all having a great time. Tom has had a few too many, and is in a very jovial mood. He is sitting at the edge of the bar with a half a dozen of his buddies, swapping miner stories as I make the rounds chatting with his other friends. More than once I notice with a certain amount of discomfort their piercing stares, as if they are mentally undressing me, but I shrug it off. After all, they ARE Tom's friends! They wouldn't try anything funny with his beautiful young bride.

I edge my way over to him, and he smiles at me. "How are you doing, honey?" he asks.

I smile back at him. "Oh, fine, but I have to make a trip to the little girl's room."

He gives me a peck on the cheek. "Ok hon, but don't be long!" he chuckles.

I inch my way out of the main dining area, edging past countless sweaty, burly men's bodies, and down the dark unlit corridor leading to the washrooms. The transition from light to dark has made me temporarily blinded, and I grope my way down the hall, feeling for the washroom door. I find it, and push it open without hesitation.

I walk into the bathroom and freeze. My eyes readjust to the light as I take in the scene before me: it is a washroom all right, but the wrong one! A dozen urinals line the wall to my right; 10 toilet stalls occupy the far wall, one of which bears a cardboard sign on its door saying "not in service"; 4 sinks are located to the wall on my left; the floor is made up of a (mostly broken & cracked) ugly green tile, littered with cigarette butts, used condoms, and other indescribable filth; the room smells of sweaty, unwashed bodies, urine, and other pungent odors.

A dozen male patrons are using the facilities, and they observe me with keen interest. I say nothing as I stand there, frozen to the spot, terribly embarrassed. 4 of them are peeing at the urinals, penises in hand, as they look over their right shoulders at me. I notice that their cocks are starting to become erect, and I realize just how dangerous my current situation really is. I turn to rush out, but, unfortunately, I have failed to notice the two men who have entered the room behind me, and they are not so slow to react as I. They both grab my arms and pin me to the wall as I struggle to free myself.

It is useless; they are far too strong for me. "What we got here, boys?" one of them asks, leering at my helplessness.

"Let me go," I cry. They hold me fast.

"It's not every day we get such a pretty visitor, little lady," he chides. "I think you came in here for a little action, don't you?"

I grow beet red at his suggestion. "Let me go, or Tom will..."

"Or Tom will what?" he demands. "Tom ain't gonna do nothin', little lady. He's sittin' drunk at the bar, and he isn't gonna miss his whore bride for a little while, is he now?"

I scowl at his brazenness, knowing there is nothing I can do. The other men have already crowded around us, watching intently as I am held firm to the cold tile wall. The Stranger's hands fall to my breasts, and he squeezes them hard. "Mmm, can't wait to see these hooters!" he jeers. The men roar in approval; they can't wait to see them, either. Stranger reaches down and grabs my beautiful white & frilly wedding dress, and pulls it over my head. My lace veil falls from my head as he yanks my dress from my body. I am wearing a delicate white lacy bra, and silky cream-colored panties. Stranger roughly rubs my breasts, watching my nipples harden and poke through the material in my distress. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, pulling it over my shoulders. I try to cover myself, but the men grab my arms and pin back against the wall. I shudder in discomfort as my back is pressed against the cool tile. My breasts are small but firm, my nipples poking straight out. I wince as Stranger grabs one and gives it a little twist. He smirks as he gazes at my panties, knowing what will come. "Let's see this little bitch's cunny, hey boys?" he yells. They are wildly enthusiastic. Now I am really struggling, not wanting them to expose my entire body.

Of course, it is useless, and Stranger yanks my panties down my legs in one swift motion. The crowd gasps as they gaze upon a completely smooth shaven pussy. Earlier that day, I had shaved bare my entire pussy, including my bush; it was to be my little secret, my special "gift" to Tom on our wedding night. Now, my secret is being thoroughly enjoyed by over a dozen nasty strange men. It wasn't supposed to be like that.

My pubic area is totally smooth and silky, my pussy lips barely visible, forming a delicate little 'w' between my closed legs. I notice with alarm that most of the strangers have their cocks out and are jerking themselves off as they view my fragile little sex. I know there is no way out.

Stranger is panting with excitement as he shows me off to the crowd. "You look good, little bitch," he scowls, "now get down on that floor on your hands and knees, and really show us your holes!" I know I cannot refuse him. He leads me to the center of the bathroom and I lower myself to the floor, trying to ignore the sticky filth, in the assumed position. The men are all standing behind me, jockeying for a position from which to view my goodies. Stranger slaps my ass hard. "C'mon bitch, I said show us what you got! Open your fuck holes for us!"

I lower my face to the floor, my breasts mashed beneath me on the cold, sticky tile. I reach back and pull my asscheeks wide open, allowing for a completely unobstructed view of my pussy & anus. I feel their stares burrow into my holes as they enjoy my debasement. I listen to their rude comments: "Fuck, look at that sweet pussy!" "I'm gonna fuck that smooth little ass of hers till she passes out!" "can't wait to shoot my cum in that fucking little whore!"

They can no longer restrain themselves, and all at once I feel a penis work its way into my vagina. Another man stands before me, cock rock solid, and grabs my by my hair, yanking me up to crotch level. His penis looks vaguely slimy, and smells as if he hasn't washed it for a week. His other hand grabs his tool and points it straight at my face, demanding that I "suck my cock now bitch!." As if I had a choice, he pulls my head forward, jamming his cock into my mouth. It tastes salty and unclean as I take him in and suck. His hand on the back of my head, he forces his cock deep, then slips it in and out as he likes, controlling the rhythm. The others are standing around, jerking their cocks and egging the others to "fuck her hard! Make that bitch pay for coming in here!"

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