Slut For A Night And Loved It

For obvious reasons I’m not going to divulge my name, I was at the time twenty-four years old. Reading some of the confessions on here I’m guessing you want to know what I looked like at the time; I’m a 1.54 m tall brunette, I’m not fat but have been called curvy. I’ve always hated my legs, as I wished they were longer. I’ve always wanted a flatter tummy but despites working out and diets its always soft. I like my boobs; they are well rounded and a very respectable 32D, these are my best feature and when those babies are on display in a tight top, I knew I turned men’s heads. Looks wise I’m above average, and in my younger days I have been told I looked like Helena Bonham Carter; although I always thought this similarity was a little too kind. The one part of my body I used to be very embarrassed about was my pussy lips. Most other girls I’ve seen had smooth slits or just some of their inner lips protruding through their outer lips. When I was younger, I used to play with them and had been worried I’d stretched them out too much; obviously, I quickly found out it’s all to do with genetics, although I’ve seen my mother’s pussy, and her lips were neat in comparison to mine.

I met Jason at school when I was fourteen years old. Unsurprisingly, we were both virgins when we started dating. The relationship was lovely, I loved Jason with all my heart, and when the time came for it to become sexual, he loved my large labia. Later in the relationship he would sometimes joke that he loved the contrast between such a beautiful petite very feminine girl with the best boobs on the planets, and the man hungry large beast between my legs! Jason has a great sense of humour and had fingered girls before me; the first time he got his hand down my knickers (which I loved) he joked about me hiding my pussy hole as it took him so long to separate my pussy lips. The only benefit to my large labia is they’re hypersensitive to touch; it’s something to do with the high number of nerve endings in the lips. With Jason I stopped being embarrassed about my pussy, he loved touching me, licking and from the age of fifteen he had his cock in me on an almost daily basis.

Fast forward ten years and the day I discovered Jason had cheated on me. He had been to Ibiza with friends and some stories circulated after he’d returned home; he denied everything but one fateful day a girlfriend of one of the other guys who had been to Ibiza showed me pictures that proved Jason had cheated, along with her boyfriend too. I was heartbroken. I tried to forgive but all the lying just convinced me he was a cheater and always would be. I had a good job at the time and decided I needed some time away, so I took the strange decision to go to Ibiza of all places. It was the island that had destroyed my life, so I decided to go visit the crime scene (don’t ask, I know it sounds weird now)

For the first week I had a lovely time on my own, I got chatted up several times which boosted my very bruised self-confidence, and for the first time since my life fell apart I relaxed. I moved hotels in the second week to quite an exclusive one near a golf resort. My room was fabulous with an ocean view and the surrounding towns were beautiful. On the third night I decided to eat in the hotel. After dinner I went to the bar and was immediately approached by a guy at the bar, he was chatty and full of jokes. A couple of minutes later he was joined by three other men; all were in their late thirties or early forties and there on a golfing weekend. All were pretty good looking guys and due to their jovial easy natures and alcohol I relaxed. I loved being the centre of attention, they were full of compliments and very flirty. I eventually opened up about Jason to which they were calling him all sorts of names mostly idiot at having lost such an amazingly hot girlfriend. I was love love loving all the attention, for the first time in months I felt special. I also loved the power I had over these guys, every time I moved, I could feel their eyes on me. I was wearing a low-cut top which revealed a fair amount of my ample boobs. I got compliments on them and also my looks, ass, and even my sexy legs!! I was in heaven.

We were together for hours, and in the early hours of the morning we all went to one of the guy’s room. He was called David and the wealthiest of the group, he had an amazing suit with a bar area. We continued to talk, and I ended up lay on the bed with David, I can’t remember when he started to kiss me, but It didn’t take long before all four men were on the bed taking to turns to first kiss me, and then cop a feel of my boobs. They groped started over my top and then David dived in to grab my actual boob. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care, all the rejection and hurt I’d felt since the split just melted away. I can’t remember when my top came off, and my boobs released to my grateful audience, but they were met were a deluge of cheers and comments. I’m not sure if it was the four pairs of hands feeling my tits or their comments that turned me on the most. Comments like “bloody hell you don’t get many of these in a pound” and “Fuck me look at the size of those beauties” and “I wonder if she’d let me tit fuck her” and” I bet when if you run too fast you knock yourself out with these” and “Fuck her nipples are bigger than Scania nuts” (I had to look that one up later, he meant those massive wheels nuts you get on trucks) All the course and lewd comments about my body were turning me on even more, I liked the objectifying of my body. The guys seem to sense their comments were really turning me on. Later I pondered why this was, I’d always been a feminist girl; however, I guess you can’t fight your nature with these things.

I was in a heaven of touch and sounds when I felt my jeans and knickers being pulled down, I was naked, and my legs being parted. The guys must have cottoned on that their rude comments about my body were really turning me more than just touch, as the comments then got a lot coarser and from memory when they saw my pussy, comments like “Fucking hell look at that meaty beast” and “I think it just growled at me, I don’t know whether to fight it or fuck it” and “Christ who would have thought this babe had this monster c**t between her legs” They quickly had their hand all over my pussy pulling the lips apart and making more comments like “ I think we need a miner to get through these slag’s piss flaps and find her fuck hole” and “Jesus, I’ve just found Elvis hiding in here" and “Bloody hell I’ve found her clitty, the fucking thing is standing to attention” I have a big clitoris too.

When I felt the first cock enter, I immediately had an orgasm, it was bigger than Jason’s. All the men thought it was wonderful, especially David whose cock I was feeling. Further comments like “the fucking dirty bitch has just cum” and “give it to her hard Dave, the whore is loving it” and “ Dave, you should have tied your ass to a plank so you don’t fall into that black fucking hole of a c**t” and “It’s man against the beast with that c**t of hers” It didn’t take long before I felt Dave cum and another cock enter me. I also had several pair of hands handling my tits and one of the gentlemen kindly stuck his cock in my mouth too. Amazing that before that night I’d only ever let Jason touch or fuck me, and here I was nude on a hotel bed with four older men fucking me, and I was loving every minute of it. When number two had cum there was a small break as the two men who were waiting, one of who had made most of the comments said “Look at the fucking state that c**t, it’s leaking spunk like a bill posters bucket” I wasn’t sure what that meant but it further turned me on. Another comment I remember “ Fuck it looks like a big hairy rugby ball that’s exploded spunk” The third man said he was going nowhere near “that thing” and tried to get his cock up my ass. Even in my state of arousal that wasn’t going to happen, he probably just about got his end in when I told him no. This was the only point I felt slightly vulnerable, I didn’t like or want anal. The man apologised and quickly stuck his cock in my pussy. He had the biggest cock so far and I had another orgasm, this was also probably to do with him calling me “You’re the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever had” and “Fuck, your big c**t is so fucking tight girl, the fucking thing feels like a hand grabbing my cock” I was in heaven. He then asked if he could cum over my tits, I think I said, “wherever you want” He then withdrew and wanked for a couple of seconds before spewing a mass of cum all over my face and chest. The two guys who had up to that point been playing with my tits then made comments “I’m not going near her tits with your junk all over her” Somebody wiped me down whilst coping a feel of my tits and pussy.

I can’t recall when I fell asleep; however, I was woken up a couple of times during the time with a cock in me. This would then start all of them off again, and the hotel lights would be put on and I’d end up with all four of them fucking me, not so many dirty comments but I still enjoyed being used.

The next morning somebody ordered breakfast for the room, along with gallons of coffee. The guys were due to play their last round of golf before flying home in the afternoon. The planned golf round was cancelled, as I was the only hole in one, they were interested in potting. I know that I had four cocks in my mouth and pussy during that night and the night morning; I’m guessing that each guy came five times, so I had twenty loads of cum on and in me. The reason I tried to remember how many loads of cum had been in my pussy, was due to what happened the next day. My best guess was that at least seventeen loads of cum entered my pussy, with the others on my tits or in my mouth (that was another first). When I got back to my room I showered and fell asleep for a few hours; when I woke up, my fresh knickers I’d put on after washing were full of cum. I was used to just one load, sometimes two at night from my time with Jason, this was uncharted territory. I’d also noticed numerous love bites on the inside of my thighs, breasts and neck. The cum slowly leaked from my little girl for most of the next day, becoming less as time went on. I had to use tissues as I was running out of underwear, thankfully though, there were sanitary supplies in the hotel shop. I was both ashamed of my actions, and in a state of wonder at how the gangbang had made me feel, especially, the comments. I was also surprised at enjoying being used or as one of the guys had said, as a ‘spunk bucket’ The biggest relief was the emotional hurt I’d been feeling after the Jason betrayal had gone.

I came back from Ibiza a different woman. A couple of months later Jason tried to re-establish our relationship; he took me out for dinner. He looked quite emotional at points when he told me how sorry was cheating on me, and how much he missed me. I declined his kind invitation to become a couple again. I was tempted, Jason was like a comfortable pair of shoes you can’t throw out even though you know there on their last legs. He looked shocked when I said no, but I would like to be just good friends. He became a little aggressive at this saying I was the best guy I would even get. It was in a cool but forceful manner that I told him I’d been to Ibiza too, and there were two better looking men, who were better lovers, and with bigger cocks that would disagree with him. I decided to omit the other two and that all four had been on the same night. My childhood sweetheart looked shocked, then angry and then just sad. I had quite a few lovers after Ibiza but no other gangbangs. My now husband was the first to discover my love of dirty comments during sex. He is the only person I told about Ibiza, although, I said it was just a twosome (a girls needs her secrets). My favourite is to be fucked hard by him in the doggy position whilst being called a ‘dirty fucking slag’ and ‘two cocks in one night you fucking cheap whore’ I have no idea why I orgasm so powerfully being treated this way, I’ve never talked to anybody about it. I’m just fortunate to have found a guy who also love playing these games with me, I’m a lucky girl.