Birthday Gangbang: The Beginning

I have an official task to write about yesterday. My mind is still so overwhelmed by the whole experience, though, and I can’t concentrate. I keep getting these damn near physical rushes of pleasure going through my mind and body when I think about it. All I want to do is lay down and masturbate right now! *sigh* But I can’t anyway, so I might as well write.

It took what seemed like hours to get there, and who knows how many nervous tweets from the back seat. But then we were there. He had parked at the very far end, so we had to walk the entire length of the hotel. I walked toward 303. I walked past the first room and it said 328. Shit. It was going to be a long walk.

My friends waited until I passed them to follow. I would have felt more comfortable between them. Around 318, my adrenaline had kicked in full blast. I now had that full fight-or-flight thing going on on my body. I was really pumped up. The urge to run came on strong! The Bad Angel on my shoulder that had gotten me this far started to tremble and got very quiet.

As the numbers counted down, I walked slower and slower. My mind was in total chaos. But I kept walking. 310. Each step forward was now taking a physical effort as I fought every urge to stop. I turned back toward my friends, He smiled and said “Keep walking. You want this.” I did. At 305, I looked up. There was B, the guy who had set this up for me, and another man. He smiled and gave me a hug. I told him I just wanted to get in the room. All of a sudden the hallway was to public for me. (I am so glad we didn’t have to go in by a lobby!)

I walked in to a normal little hotel room. I was told this was for me and my friends unless I invited someone in. The only bathroom was in there, though. I put everything down in the closet, including my phone. No tweeting for me. Then we walked through a door on the wall. It opened into a huge conference room with at least a 20′ solid wooden table surrounded by chairs. There were more chairs around the wall. Suddenly I needed to sit down. There were plenty of places for that, so I grabbed the first chair and did. My heart was pounding, my breathing was heavy. Despite the full blown panic I was actually enjoying, my mind was picturing me naked surrounded by men on that table. I DID want that.

The men were discussing different ways to arrange the furniture. I got up and asked J if I could borrow T, who was on a leash and not supposed to talk to anyone. We went into the bedroom and I told her how weird it was to have men discussion the best way to move furniture for many more men to fuck me on. I went into the bathroom and got changed.

I love this dress. It opens all the way up, and all the way down very quickly. Instantly ready for access. I was saying how nervous I was and she asked if I was really wanting to do this. I said “I am scared as hell right now, but yes. I want to do this.” I debated wearing my shoes. They slip a lot, and I prefer bare feet for traction. She told me to put them on.

We went to the bedroom, and I lay down. She sat in a chair, taking pictures of me as I got quiet, lost in my own mind. B came in and asked if I wanted to meet the guys as they came in, or wait until it was time to start. I gave that some thought. I really wanted to wait, but the thought of walking in to a very full room of guys would probably be too much. I said I would come in now.

I followed him through the door. The table had been pushed to one side of the room leaving a large open area. There were a few guys there already there, sitting on chairs arranged on the remaining three walls. A single, solitary chair sat in front of the conference table. There were handcuffs, real police handcuffs I later found out, on the table. I am usually pretty talkative in public situations, but not then. I did manage to say I assumed the single chair was for me. He said it was, and I sat. My arms were shaking as I gripped the arms. It was only 10:45. Fifteen minutes was going to be torture.

I counted the guys there. I knew the number then, but not now. A handful were sitting in chairs, not next to each other, but spread out. The door, monitored by a doorman, opened for a knock, and another man came in. He signed in and sat down. B was standing next to me, and J was in and out of the room. B was talking, introducing me to everyone. I don’t remember their names. I realized how odd it was to sit here and wait for these men, total strangers to me, to all get here so they could fuck me.

They were talking amongst themselves about work, whether or not so-and-so would show up today or not, and offhandedly mentioning other gangbangs they had been at. “Were you there when…?” “Which girl was that one?” “Oh, no. I missed that one because…” Then back to their job talk, or football, or whatever. It was oddly comforting to know these guys had not only done this before, but together. At least they would be comfortable, and work together well. I said as much out loud, and giggled a very nervous giggle.

More men kept arriving. I tried to maintain eye contact, but couldn’t. I tried to engage in the conversations, but kept falling quiet, back into my own thoughts. These men were assembling to have me suck their cocks, possibly fuck me, and cum all over me at least once. And more kept coming in. I was wishing I had brought my watch in, but it was on the bathroom counter. The chair was feeling really uncomfortable. All of these eyes on me as B told them about me. He revealed my answers to all of those questions, sharing not only what I would not do, but what I liked, what I wanted to do with them. I was squirming in my chair. Some of the men commented on how nervous I was. Most directed their comments to me, but some spoke about me as if I was an object. That pulled on those little submissive strings in my mind. Now I was embarrassed and feeling very subby.

Someone asked what time it was. Five til eleven. It had only been ten minutes! It felt like an hour already, and I had to sit there longer. I squirmed, smiled, at chatted a little. I kept looking over my shoulder for J. Sometimes he was there, sometimes he was in the bedroom. Some guys walked around, talking on their phones or going to the bathroom, or having conversations. Others remained in their chairs, texting, talking to others, or just looking at me. B asked me if I was shaking yet. I said I thought I was, but he felt my arm and said I wasn’t.

After another hour, someone asked what time it was. 11:03. Eight minutes. But time to do something, anything… I don’t know which was worse, the guys who were staring at me, or the ones that were ignoring me. The room seemed very full now, but someone had called to say he would be five minutes late. Plus you know what’s-his-name always shows up, but he is always late. I felt like a total piece of meat. There went another submissive switch in my head. After a few minutes of me being quiet, B checked in with me again. He felt my arm. “You are shaking now. Are you ok?” I told him I was. My mind was slipping elsewhere.

Somewhere around 11:15 B declared it was time to start. I looked around the room. I was told later the number at that time was 20. B slid his hand down the front of my dress and cupped my breast. Then he pinched my nipple. He was surprised at my nipple piercing and said so. I grinned and said “Well, you never asked me that!” He laughed and stepped back.

I turned to face the men. It was time to begin. One of them said “We want to see that nipple ring, too. Pull it out.”

I turned to him and said “I just figured you guys would come up here and do it yourself.”

The men got up and came toward me…

(To be continued.)

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