Here I was naked, kneeling on a mattress on the floor, looking round at eight naked men standing round me like the points of a compass, cocks showing signs of life but being untouched.

My husband said later that I looked slightly scared, and to be honest, I was. Because I remembered what I had said, I remembered what I told my husband about one of my last unfulfilled fantasies. I remembered telling my husband I wanted to be that gang-bang girl, the one in the middle of a mass of men, the one that wouldn’t stop being fucked until all the cocks were finished, the one that would be made to cry because of the relentless action with no respite, the one that all the men would just use without mercy and without giving even a seconds thought for her.

I had my favourite porn video, one where a fluffer got the men ready (to keep up the pace of fucking the gang-bang girl), one with a mascara-streaked face (as was my current fetish), one where she started off quite active and ended up broken, limp, being moved and fucked by them. I guess it was my favourite because I knew that’s how I’d end up, this crap body not having the stamina to carry on actively.

And my husband had only gone and organised it. My big mouth had got me into trouble again. He tried to organise my dream gang-bang for my birthday, but the nine diaries didn’t align, but they did last week, perfectly timed to be a celebration of my 150th blog post.

The eight men were the free-use men (my husband, Anna’s, Rose’s and Tanya’s), my ex-boss (who fucks me fairly regularly anyway), Sara’s husband, Laura’s ex-husband (from our earlier days watching other couples) and my favourite customer (one who keeps coming back to me, mostly to fuck I think, but I do also improve his business).

The fluffer was Anna, who my husband said had made clear that she’d want to be the gang-bang girl at some point in the future. This time, Anna wasn’t to be touched or touch herself, her cunt was to be left aching and unsatisfied, her ass and tits ungroped. She could only use her hands and mouth in her role as fluffer, and she would have her work cut out, with eight cocks to deal with.

The recorder was Paula, documenting exactly what happened to me, for our personal record. Someone had to document it, and like Anna, Paula too wasn’t allowed to touch herself or be touched, her cunt, ass and tits all unused.

Until afterwards. My husband had agreed that Anna and Paula could fuck each other afterwards, in front of all the spent men. And I think the women would need it. The titillation, the smell of sex, my orgasms, the men’s cum, would all be like a mega edging session for them, and out of kindness, my husband agreed they would be each other’s relief, but only after the gang-bang was finished, and only in full view of the eight men. Paula and Anna would have a long wait.

So, with me looking slightly scared, my husband reminded me of the rules, my rules, the ones I told him:

The men do as they want. All three of my holes, my tits and ass cheeks, whatever they like, however they like. They don’t ask, they just move me and do what they want. They aren’t interested in my orgasms, just theirs.

Anna is fluffer and keeper of the lube, which she will apply as necessary. I can’t ask for lube, or anything else for that matter. And the only drink I can have is piss straight from Anna or Paula. As their cunts couldn’t be touched, this amounted to them pissing on my face and me opening my mouth in the desperate hope of catching some of it. The only food I could have is globules of male cum. If Anna thinks I haven’t orgasmed enough, she’s allowed to work my clit until I do, but again, I can’t ask, she just does.

I am nothing. They won’t stop until all eight cocks are spent, no more cum to extract, no more hardness to be had. Once they start, nothing can stop them, no one can stop them. All I have to do to start my dream gang-bang is to lean forward, pick up a cock and gently kiss the tip. Everyone was still, perfectly silent, apart from Anna and Paula who were drinking water, loading their bladders to be my drinks fountains.

I was a little scared as to what I had done. This was totally my fault. My big mouth. But I think everyone in that room knew that eventually, I’d kiss a glans, that I’d take the onslaught, that I’d be that gang-bang girl and that I’d love every second of it.

There was absolutely no point in delaying it, so with a deep breath, I leant forward towards my husband in front of me, picked up his cock and kissed his glans. As I did so, he ran his hand through my hair and called me a “Good Girl”. That always gets me horny and makes me feel proud. Then I felt someone grabs my tits, as my husband pushed his limp but hardening cock into my mouth, and within moments, my body was moved and I could hear Anna giving a hand job to a couple of cocks, one of which soon penetrated my cunt, and one my asshole, but only after Anna had lubed it up. My husband carried on stroking my hair as I sucked on his cock, his smile broad, his eyes loving, but distracted with what was happening to my lower half.

Within a minute, all three holes were filled, my tits were being groped, and my body was merely reacting to the thrusts it was feeling. The gentleness of the stroke of my hair was contrasted with the slamming of cocks into my cunt and ass, the soothing tones of him saying what a good girl I was and how I was going to take every drop of cum these eight stallions had contrasted with the mauling of my tits and the twisting of my nipples, my mouth filled with his hardening cock, my cunt and asshole alternating between being very full and being very empty. And this was only the start.

Other than my husband in front of me, his cock in my mouth and his hand ruffling my hair, I had no idea who was doing what to me, and soon, I even lost track of my husband, the daze of interaction, five or six points of sexual contact at a time, put me almost in a dream world, both knowing what was happening to my body, and not knowing. That dreamy feeling, interrupted by orgasms that were strong but ignored by the men, interrupted by piss on my face when Anna realised my mouth was dry, interrupted by squirts of lube into my asshole, interrupted by the pain of my nipples or clit being twisted, I was just riding cocks over and over.

This isn’t going to be a blow-by-blow account of what was done to me. Paula did make the notes for that, but I haven’t read them yet. I will do, at some point. But at the moment, I’m revelling in the memories. I can’t tell you how much cum I swallowed or had in my cunt or asshole. The groping never stopped too, my tits in particularly being heavily mauled. I remember having a brief respite while my ass was spanked (exactly 150 strikes with various implements apparently, honouring the blog post count). I remember cum drying on my tits, causing that tightening of the skin. I remember crying not through pain but through being overwhelmed with emotion and sensory input. I remember half of me wanting them to stop, hoping they would stop, but not asking them to stop, as the other half of me really didn’t want them to stop. I remember being totally broken, having no strength at all even to hold my arms up, but still being used on and on anyway.

But above all, I remember the elation at actually being that cum dumpster, that gang-bang girl I always wanted to be, and it was everything I hoped for and more. I have no idea how long the men went on for. Felt like weeks, it was relentless and all consuming. But they did me proud.

And I did them proud. As they put me to bed in the cum streaked, piss covered, mascara run mess that I was, I had completed the task. They were all spent. There was no more cum to be had, no more hardness to use. I’d done it.

And despite what I thought might happen, I felt every stroke, every grab, every squeeze, every throb. I thought I might become desensitised to it all, but I didn’t. I felt everything, I felt alive, I felt so very used, I felt amazing.

He left me to sleep in the morning, and as I awoke, I knew I’d been gang-banged. My jaw was aching, my tits were tender, my asshole was sore and my cunt was messy and oozing cum. And I still felt amazing, still on a massive high. He told me how beautiful I looked in this state, whilst he stroked my hair and cuddled me. I felt so loved, and as he reminded me that he’d shortly be giving me my morning sodomy session, he asked me whether I wanted to be that gang-bang girl again? I nodded  and smiled broadly. Still stroking my hair, he said “Good Girl”, before suggesting he’d need to find a couple of more men, as I wasn’t totally used up this time. Wow, that would make even more of a mess of me than I was this time, and I guessed that was what he wanted. I snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, happy to take ten cocks next time if he wanted me to.