Beginnings

I stood there in the bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror feeling utterly isolated and indescribably nervous. I was almost shaking from nerves as I touched up my make-up and fixed my hair preparing myself to make a good impression and look perfect. I could hear them talking in the next room and as excited as I was feeling I was almost peeing myself at the thought of walking in there.

I had taken my dress off leaving only my sheer black stockings and heels showing the shapely curve of my hips and the bare sensual perkingness of my alluring breasts. My long blonde hair quickly brushed giving it this ratty look and my perfectly trimmed natural blonde pussy looking so soft and fresh then a touch up of my red lippy and a little perfume to finish. I could see the perkingness of my bare breasts and the swollen hardness of my nipples prominently standing out looking so beautifully presented.

I was so nervous I couldn't move with my legs feeling like they had gone numb and as I stood there looking for any imperfections in the mirror I found myself subconsciously touching my nipples. They felt so incredibly sensitive to my touch as I aroused myself lightly touching them with the tips of my fingers and then when I slipped my finger inside my pussy slit I felt the moistness had turned into a flood of sweet scented juices.

I knew once I opened the door that was it. I would be theirs and there would be no turning back. No undoing of what I was about to do and I could never again say I can't do it because I wasn't feeling ready to take that step.

This wasn't when I was with hubby but much earlier in my defiant sexual stage. When I was still pathetically weak willed and so submissively sluttish for any man who wanted me. A boyfriend who was introducing me to his world of dominance and controlling sexual behaviour during a stage of my life when I felt I had no value, no purpose and no self worth, feeling so lost and clutching at anything that gave me any kind of validation. I thought he loved me but I now realise I was only being controlled by him and used by him for the benefit of his ever expansive demands. A common theme for me at that stage of life desperately trying to fit in and be fully accepted.

I always felt so left out of conversations because the people I was mixing with had such different lives to mine. Most were married or attached and I was neither a partner or casual fuck to my boyfriend I was just the girl he used for sex. A man older than myself but with the energy of a bull in his prime. He was unfaithful, selfish, controlling and very persuasive making him the perfect person for a weak minded young woman as myself.

A part of my life I rarely share but also a time of some of my most profound experiences shaping my future. It was as if I was this man's secret slut girlfriend. His dirty little secret that he was educating in the art of seductively arousing men's dominance. I was closely guided and in many respects trained to be his private whore.

It was at the night spot earlier in the night where the thought was planted in my mind to do this for him. His loving attention publicly seen drawing attention to my willingness to obey. A passionate kiss, wandering hands in the darkness and the suggestiveness of sharing my pussy.

There was this group my boyfriend had seen there that night who he had noticed were showing me quite a bit of interest. It was just myself and my boyfriend together that night and he never danced but would let me dance with other men but always under his very close watchful eye. I had no idea what he was wanting from me that night so I didn't suspect anything when he was encouraging me to dance with these guys who were spread throughout the venue but once it was pointed out to me by my boyfriend I realised they knew each other and were actually a group altogether.

Maybe I was being a little naively gullible when I was encouraged to dance with a number of these guys by my boyfriend and maybe I was being a little too flirtatously daring when I kissed one of them but that did lead into the conversation that occurred between my boyfriend and the guy I kissed. My boyfriend always referred to me as his cock warmer and although it sounds insulting now at the time I thought it was adoringly cute.

I remember dancing with one of the guys who was part of this group and I could see my boyfriend getting quite friendly with this guy that I kissed near the bar with several of the others in the group listening intently to everything my boyfriend was saying.

I didn't think anything of it and when I had finished dancing I went back to my boyfriend who was now with this group of randoms to get my drink. It was then that he suggested we invite these guys back to the room for a little fun.

I was totally caught unaware and he did it in such a way that I couldn't really say anything other than yes. I was standing next to my boyfriend with my drink in hand when he put his arm around me and speaking directly to these guys just calmly said "Let's go back to the room and have some fun!" I was speechless when he said that and I remember I couldn't stop myself from reacting with this big nervous smile as I looked at these guys almost licking their lips with their eyes totally fixated on my body.

Five minutes later I was crammed in a car full of men with another car crammed full of men following and I was giving them directions back to the motel room with my boyfriend in another car crammed with men.

I knew what was going to happen but it seemed so surreal that it felt like I wasn't really going to have to go through with it. It felt like I was just being dragged along with all the excitement as one of the group but I wasn't the main attraction.

These guys were sweet and this was totally unexpected for them as much as it was for me and if I changed my mind about doing this I'm sure they would have understood but it wasn't them that was being swept away by the excitement it was me. I was the one who had become insanely horny at the thought of giving up my pussy to this rather large group of randoms. It was me who was now super keen to be the slut for them and get things happening.

When we entered the room I Immediately went into the bathroom and locked the door because the realism suddenly hit me. There were thirteen guys in that room plus my boyfriend and they were all expecting me to spread my legs for them.

I could hear the excited chatting as they patiently waited for me to emerge and every second that passed only made the knots in my stomach feel tighter. I stood on the inside of the bathroom door with my hand on the door knob unable to move. I was frozen, trapped in that moment of time with a million things going through my head knowing that once I opened the door my boyfriend will be wanting me to do these types of things a lot more for him.

I had never done anything like this before with anyone and there was this little voice inside my head telling me not to open the door but the voice telling me to go out there and be the slut my boyfriend was wanting me to be was such a powerful over riding influence. I took a deep breath and opened the door then confidently walked out straight into the middle of the waiting pack who were all standing outside the bathroom door waiting for me to come out.

The first touch upon my hyper sensative breasts sent ripples through my entire body then the warmth of a mouth suckling my nipples almost made me gush. I was so aroused and so sexually charged I was feeling exceptionally responsive to touch. Every contact with my flesh turning me more and more into this quivering submissively sluttish state. I giggled, I gasp and I proved to myself that I can be the slut for any man.

Almost immediately I was smothered in this circle with multiple hands inside my stockings with fingers inside my pussy from the front and back. They kept telling me how wet and sloppy my pussy was which happened almost instantly and they were all amazed at the affect my hyper sensative nipples were having on my flowing pussy juices. It was almost embarrassing for me at how much I was enjoying being used by these men and how quickly my pussy juices flooded my entire pussy region.

I couldn't help it and I couldn't stop it but these guys loved how exceedingly excited I suddenly became after the first touch upon my body. It was as if all the tension about doing this suddenly left my body all at once turning my body into this trembling mess of mini spasmodic orgasms. I was being a complete slut and loving every moment of it!

After that everything really just degenerated into this big blur of having cock shoved in my pussy with quite a few shoved in my mouth as they concentrated fucking me upon the bed mostly one at a time with the others watching the in room television or standing around the edge of the bed watching their friends fuck me but all waiting for their turn in this jumbled up random way.

It was this endless cycle of one guy after another climbing on top of me that lasted for hours until eventually I simply couldn't fuck anymore because my pussy had become so sore. At first it was super exciting for me but by the time the last guy come in my pussy after yet another marathon of pounding away at my sloppy cum filled mess it really did make me feel like sexual meat just laying there on my back with my legs spread feeling totally exhausted and just letting this guy pump away until he finally come inside me.

It felt so strange when they had finished using me and decided to leave all at once leaving me alone still completely naked sitting on the bed swimming in this pool of cum. It was in that moment when they all walked out the door with no recognition or thanks from any of them that truly made me feel completely worthless.

It was in that moment the realisation that I really was just viewed as sexual meat to men truly sank in my mind and made me realise how my behaviour determined my place and almost the second they had all left my boyfriend was already talking about wanting to do it again.