Sex and the City
by Sexysuperslut
Copyright© 2026 by Sexysuperslut
True Story Sex Story: I return to London to entertain and get my fill!
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual True Story Light Bond Gang Bang Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Hairy Public Sex Porn Theatre .
After returning from my weekend as a sex slave to fifteen testosterone-filled, sex-charged and highly animated fellow students, I was on a high. (For that account, please read my three-part revelation titled A University Sex Slave Age 19)
According to some of my male peers, I was attractive and popular. Although I had been at university for less than six months, I had lost count of how many times guys on campus had asked me out. In the days following my cum filled weekend, I felt I would have stripped naked, lay back and opened my legs wide for any ramrod cocks desiring to have fun with me. Thankfully, despite everything that was happening in my private life, I was still able to concentrate on my coursework and was surprisingly earning good grades for the work I was submitting.
As I pondered my sex-filled weekend, I felt guilty about my visit to London just before commencing university. (For that account, please read The Peep Show.) At that time, I had not been willing to allow many interested males, mostly a few years older than me, to have sex with me. I had performed a short striptease for them and received my first bukkake, but that was as far as I was willing to go on that occasion. I now felt confident enough to return and offer those young men a little more.
I phoned my friend Nick back in Scotland, with whose cousins, Richard and Phillip, we had stayed during that previous visit.
‘Hi Nick,’ I garbled excitedly into my phone, ‘Would you arrange a trip for me to revisit Richard and Philip, please?’
‘Wow, Rachel, wow there. Slow down, lassie,’ Nick laughed. ‘Hello Nick, how are you? How’s my bonny hame toon? How is Andy? That’s how you normally commence speaking to me,’ he rebuked. ‘Why the sudden interest in my cousins?’
‘I’m sorry,’ I replied, ‘It’s just that I have recently had the most amazing weekend and I wanted to repeat it with Richard, Philip and their friends.’
‘I see,’ Nick replied thoughtfully, ‘You must tell me about what happened.’
The next fifteen minutes were spent as I excitedly related what had occurred when I had gone away with my fifteen fellow students.’ As I related the tale, I could feel my inner thighs becoming very moist.
‘Well, Rachel, I’m sure that Richard and Philip will be delighted to accommodate you if I ask them. What about Andy and me, don’t we get an invite too?’
I felt ashamed and selfish; after all, these two young men had been the first to be brave enough to make use of my body. (Please read My Adventure Begins and This Slut Learns the Ropes for those accounts.)
‘I’m so sorry,’ I responded with humility, ‘Of course, you will be invited.’
‘So, to ensure that I get this right when I phone my cousins, you’re offering to travel back to London to allow them and their friends you met last time to fuck you?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll see what I can do. When suits you?’
‘As soon as possible,’ I replied excitedly, ‘This weekend?’
‘Oh, boy, Rachel, you are keen.’ Nick replied, adding a wee caution, ‘Just be careful, not with my cousins but generally. Don’t let your enthusiasm get you into trouble in any way.’
I knew what he meant as I hung up.
Thirty minutes later, my phone rang. ‘Hello Rachel, Richard here from London. How are you?’ The preliminaries over, Richard got down to business. ‘Nick’s been on the phone.’
‘Has he,’ I replied as innocently as I could, but with goosebumps rising on my body in excitement.
‘Yes, he says you’re willing to come back to London and err... ‘ His voice trailed off. ‘Umm, basically for sex?’
‘Yes, I am.’
‘With all the guys you met last time?’
‘Yes. I feel I kinda let them down.’
‘Why?’
‘Well, they wanted sex, and I wouldn’t give it to them.’
‘They did; you’re right about that, Rachel. So you want me to invite them around as a group so they can, can err... ‘ Richard’s voice died away again. ‘Fuck you?’
‘Yes. Now I’m willing.’
‘This won’t be easy. We need a venue. My parents were away last time. Leave it with Philip and me, and we will see what we can do. When do you want to come?
‘As soon as possible,’ I replied honestly.
Richard laughed, ‘Okay, okay. I’ll do my best to find a place. I’ll get back to you as soon as I do. I don’t think getting the guys back to meet you will be a problem when they know your pussy is available.’
‘Any my mouth and bum,’ I offered.
‘Wow! You have moved on in six months, Rachel!’
It was six weeks before Richard and Philip could find a suitable location and ensure that the initial group of guys would be available. The only hitch was the place was Philip’s boss’s house on the condition that he could also join the party. He was in his forties, which sounded ancient, but I agreed.
Richard and Philip kindly caught the train up to where I was studying at university to escort me down. I’m not sure whether this was gentlemanly conduct or ensuring that I turned up after going to all the preparation of organising the event. However, their company on the train as we journeyed toward London did help to ease my nervousness at what I had offered to do.
As we pulled into Euston station, I started feeling more than a tinge of apprehension. I knew my friends from Scotland, Nick and Andy, were also travelling down; however, most of the other guys were almost total strangers, I had only met once before.
The underground and a short walk took us to Roy’s house, which was a funny affair tucked away behind the car garage where Philip worked as one of his two mechanics.
Roy was affable enough, greeting me as though I was a long lost friend, then stepping back to cast his gimlet eye over the figure standing before him.
‘If your body is half as good as your face,’ he said, ‘This will be a very worthwhile enterprise.’
‘It is,’ Philip replied, smiling at his boss, ‘I can vouch for that from experience.’
After negotiating the short alleyway leading from the road to his front door, we entered Roy’s house, which was small and comfortable but clearly a ‘bachelor pad.’ It had two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, a lounge, and a kitchen. Although clean, it required a good tidy-up.
I’d only just sat down when Andy and Nick arrived, having caught the train down from Scotland to oversee the activities. As they came into the lounge for the first time, I felt a twinge of fear. The three of us had enjoyed quite a few adventures together, experimenting sexually. On my previous visit to London, I had enjoyed sex with Philip and Richard; however, here I was, aged nineteen and about to embark on group sex with more or less complete strangers.
Andy registered my look of concern and asked, ‘You okay, Rach?’
‘Yes, thanks,’ I lied, ‘Just hope all goes well.’
‘It will, it most definitely will,’ Nick enthused. ‘Great to see you again, Rachel. You look great. University life obviously agrees with you. Have you met any talent like Andy and me yet?’
‘I might have,’ I responded coyly, ‘There are some hot young hunks on campus.’ I failed to mention that, since arriving, I had already experienced two pretty intense gangbangs.
‘I thought,’ Roy interrupted, ‘We could lightly tie your hands to the bedhead and have the guys enter one at a time to fuck you as you lie there with your legs open.’
‘Oh,’ I replied, somewhat shocked at this new idea, ‘Won’t everyone be watching and joining in?
After a while, I was talked into this new technique where each guy would enter the bedroom fuck me and fill me and then leave for the next participant to do the same. I had misgivings about the idea, but was prepared to give it a go.
It seemed that we had not been in Roy’s house two minutes; that was, in fact, two hours before it was filled with young men all wanting to meet me again. In no time, I was ushered into the bedroom and stripped by Andy and Nick with a bit of help from Roy. Cotton ropes secured my wrists to the bed head, and with my knees bent, I opened my legs as requested.
‘What a sight,’ Andy enthused, ‘Wish I was first. I’d forgotten how sexy you look like that.’
‘Are you ready? Nick asked as he moved towards the door.
‘As ready as I’ll ever be,’ I replied with half a smile.
The three men left me, and I lay naked on the bed, wondering what the next few hours would bring. Suddenly, the door opened, and the first young man entered. After closing the door gently behind him, he stood at the bottom of the bed, admiring my prone and naked figure as I lay bound with my legs apart, waiting for him to make his move.
Within seconds, his trousers and briefs were around his ankles, his mouth around my tits and his cock was pushing deep into my pussy. With my hands tied, I was unable to assist him other than curve my legs around him to pull him closer and tighter.
As he thrust, he alternated between sucking hard on my breasts and French kissing me on my mouth with wet, slobbery kisses. Then his body stiffened and trembled as he lifted himself by his arms and held his body taught above mine while he groaned in satisfaction.
I remained in my exposed, and accessible position as one after another entered the room, entered my pussy, thrust me hard, climaxed, deposited their load inside me and left.
After the fifth guy had done his thing, I asked him to send Andy or Nick in to see me before the next one in line to fuck me. I knew something was not working for me lying there like some rad doll while the guys used me as their cum dump.
‘This idea is not doing anything for me,’ I moaned as my friends entered. ‘I need more action, not just lie and let things happen.’
‘What do you mean?’ Nick asked sympathetically.
‘I enjoy all the guys being in the room and clamouring for my attention,’ I explained, ‘This one after another does nothing to excite my juices.’
‘So you want us all to come in and use you, some watching and others fucking?’ Andy questioned.
‘Yes, I do. That will work for me. I can offer my whole body for service; all three holes can be used at once.’
‘You mean you’re happy for the guys to fuck you up your arse?’
‘Yes.’
‘Have you had that done before?’
I suddenly realised that this was a new revelation to Nick and Andy. Although they had taken my virginity and experimented with some very amateur bondage, they had never used my arse for sex.
‘Yes, I have,’ I confessed, ‘At university.’
‘Wow, Rach. You have been living it up,’ Nick replied with a smile. ‘So basically, you want us to untie you and let the guys have free rein with you?
I smiled and nodded in agreement.
As my friends untied me, Andy said, ‘I think you should tell us all exactly what you want once we are all in the room.’
‘Okay,’ I agreed.
‘And tell us in a very sexy way. Guys get hard when they hear a woman begging to be used. I’ll get Richard to do a quick introduction for you.’
Within a minute, the room was filled with male bodies, all pushing and jostling to get closer to the naked nymph lying expectantly on the bed.
‘This nineteen-year-old has travelled from her home in Scotland, via University, to the city to entertain us over the weekend,’ Richard announced. ‘Now she is going to tell us what she wants. Over to you, Rachel.’
‘I was not used to speaking publicly but plucked up the courage to respond. ‘I need to be fucked hard by your cocks in every hole, and none are out of bounds. I want cock in my gob, up my shitter and deep in my cunt. Let’s have fun.’
There were a few moments of stunned silence after my short statement. Andy and Nick, who knew me well, were aware that I would never speak in such a way under normal circumstances. Then, mayhem seemed to break out as hands and rock-hard cocks rushed to fully use my nineteen-year-old body lying nude and waiting on the bed.
I was pulled, poked, prodded and pummeled as cocks were thrust into my arse, cunt and mouth. I felt that I hardly had time to breathe as the guys jockeyed for position, constantly entering one hole before changing to experience a second without cumming.
The testosterone flowed fast and furious as my naked form was ravaged mercilessly for the next two hours. I was spit-roasted and repeatedly buggered while my hands were continually offered solid erections to pleasure.
Finally, I had to admit that I was so tired and sore I needed to stop proceedings unless the guys intended to continue fucking me as I slept. They were all perfect gentlemen, and appreciating what I had allowed them to enjoy that night left me to fall quickly to sleep in the cum stained bed. They knew that the following day offered more sexual fun with this high-spirited, fun-loving Scottish teenager.
Despite the excitement of the evening, I slept soundly until seven the next morning, when I woke to find Nick and Andrew sleeping on either side of me. I smiled at their cheek as I poked them and mockingly chastised them for such a venture.
At breakfast, the two young men told Roy about my previous visit to London with them and how I had been the centre of a bukkake after attending a peep show in Soho.
‘She was too modest to let them all fuck her six months ago,’ Andy explained.
‘You seem to have lost that modesty now, Rachel,’ Roy commented.
I smiled weakly in response. I knew that statement to be true.
‘Richard and Philip want to buy you some new underwear,’ Nick explained.
‘From that expensive shop?’ I questioned rather unbelievingly.
‘Yep. And all the other guys will be in tow as well this time. Rachel’s harem.’
‘I thought only kings have ‘harem’s’, I questioned.
‘Maybe so, but it sounds good. How about visiting that Peep show again to see if the owner recognises you and still wants to offer you a job?’
‘Thanks, but no thanks,’ I responded, ‘I’m not keen on visiting that seedy joint again. That poor girl looked bored stiff.’
‘And ugly,’ Andy interjected.
‘Which Peep Show was it?’ Roy questioned.
‘Some run-down place just off Oxford Street,’ Nick responded. ‘The girl was a dead loss, and as we were leaving, the owner offered Rachel a job.’
‘Ha,’ Roy replied, ‘I’ll bet it was Malcolm’s place. I service his car. He owns the building, it’s worth a fortune, but he can’t afford to do it up.’
‘He can’t afford good talent either,’ Nick added.
‘If you want a job for the day, Rachel, I could give Malcolm a ring. I reckon he’d take you like a shot.’
I smiled, ‘I can’t think of anything more boring than sitting in one of those dull rooms waiting to strip on demand,’ I countenanced. ‘If his place was brighter, cleaner and more inviting, he might get better girls and more customers.’
‘You’re right there,’ Roy responded. ‘He’d like to, but it only just ticks over for him. I told him to sell the building and invest the profits. That place in the city would set him up for life.’
‘Go on, Rachel, it would be so hot if you spent a day working for him.’
‘No!’
‘We’d stay around to ensure you were safe. All you’d have to do is flash your tits, wriggle your bum, and open your legs for a few minutes to allow guys to take a look. I’ll bet you’d be the youngest, sexiest and prettiest draw in Soho!’
‘Flash, what tits?’ I asked coyly.
‘Oh, come on, Rach. Okay, they are not the biggest pair in the world, but match them to the person, and you get a pretty hot package. Just ask the guys who played with you last night and want to escort you around London today?’
‘I appreciate all you say, but I’m sure this Malcolm chap would not just allow a stranger to offer her services in his seedy little Peep Show for just one day.’
‘I can ask,’ Roy cut in quickly.
‘Okay, okay,’ I conceded. ‘When he refuses, you can all quiten down on the subject.’
Roy had been gone a long while, and eventually we could hear his muffled voice on the phone in the next room. When he appeared, he was beaming as if he were the cat who got the cream.
‘It’s on,’ he gushed to my absolute horror. ‘He’ll take you! Just turn up, and he’ll put you in an extra booth. He remembers you, alright. He said your cheeky charm and seductive Scottish accent etched themselves in his memory.’
‘Did he?’ I replied, somewhat shocked at the sudden developments.
‘He said if you want to go to the underwear shop to obtain something sultry and seductive, do so. Then you can play the day how you want as long as you show those visiting what they pay to see.’
‘We’d better get going then,’ Andy said just as Richard and Philip appeared through the door.
‘Wow, Rachel,’ to think you will be a sex symbol,’ Richard cooed.
My feet seemed to drag as the five of us made our way from Roy’s garage to the underground station. My mouth was dry, and my head was in a spin. I had agreed to visit the city for group sex with Richard and Philip’s friends, and now I had been talked into being leered at by total strangers who would watch me through a glass panel as if I were some caged zoo animal. At just nineteen, it was a somewhat surreal experience.
When we met the others waiting to help provide me with a guided tour through the capital, they were just as surprised as I had been at the sudden turn of events. I also felt that not a few were somewhat disappointed not to be accompanying me for the day.
Eventually, the crowd of us arrived at the high-end underwear shop from which Richard and Philip had kindly purchased me an expensive baby doll set on my previous visit six months earlier.
Andy and Nick, who were both ow employed, had agreed with Nick’s cousins to share in the cost of anything I purchased. I still did not want to take undue advantage of the generosity of these four young friends.
‘Hello,’ Richard said to one of the assistants. ‘We want a bra and pantie set for this young lady, plus a silk-type dressing gown, short in length and with short sleeves.’
The young male assistant looked at me and said, ‘Thirty-four to thirty-six and an A cup?’
‘Thirty-six,’ I replied.
‘I think we will be able to supply something. Any particular colour?’
‘Red and black,’ Philp replied quickly.
‘Are you happy for a male fitter to serve you, or would you prefer a female?’
‘She’ll take any guy,’ Richard responded rather cheekily.
‘I was asking the young lady, sir,’ the assistant retorted.
‘I’m happy with either.’
‘Very well. Please come this way.’
I had never been to a shop where you were personally served in such a way until my previous visit, which had been quite a revelation.
I ended up with a middle-aged male fitter. As we entered the large fitting room, I wondered why men would want to work in a shop that sold predominantly women’s underwear. Then again, I might have rather enjoyed working in a shop that sold men’s briefs. Measuring cock length and checking ball sizes might have been exciting work; at least, I’m sure I could have made it so.
‘Are you happy for me to see you naked?’ the new assistant questioned.
‘Yes,’ I replied as I commenced to remove the dress I had thought would be adequate for the day’s changed events.
‘Do you mind if I take some measurements around your breasts, hips and thighs?’
‘No, carry on,’ I replied, ‘Not that I have much breast to measure.’
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