Gangbanged in Glasgow No. 02

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Introduction

As with my first account of being gangbanged in Glasgow I have written this from the standpoint of my friend who accompanied me on both occasions. He kindly furnished me with the basic eyewitness details from which I wrote up this account. Initially, I removed his rather over-enthusiastic descriptions of me. After reading my initial draft he insisted he would not be happy for me to upload it here unless his initial words were retained!

Please be aware that, as with the first account, this story contains descriptions of pee play and swirlies! Please skip those parts if they do not appeal to your sexual appetite.

Thank you. Luv Rachel xx

A year after her initial Glasgow Gangbang, I went to chaperone Rachel once again to an event she had organised with some of these young men in Glasgow.

Some of us have known Rachel intimately for many years resulting in us experiencing the great pleasure of enjoying all that she offers. This varies from her friendly and sometimes shy social side to her elegant and obvious beauty to assisting her to fulfil her more wild fantasies. These have sometimes involved us travelling with Rachel to various places over many miles.

The first time I met her, she had only just moved to the area, having qualified at University and obtained a job nearby. A friend had told me about this stunningly beautiful girl he had got to know who loved group sex and rough BDSM. He raved about helping to pussy whip her, and I thought he was exaggerating the whole story as men often do.

My first meeting with Rachel did nothing to alleviate my thoughts of my friend’s overactive imagination. Standing before me was a tall, beautiful woman with an hourglass figure and the biggest smile I have ever seen. She was wearing a blue check blouse unbuttoned at the collar, a red fleece and a pair of expensive jeans. She looked nothing like the woman who craved group sex and depraved treatment.

Rachel, my friend and I chatted amicably for over an hour. The conversation ranged from the weather, the area and our jobs. We also discussed in detail what our experiences had been at University, or in my case, the technical college. Sex and anything associated with it never came up. I wanted to ask if Rachel liked pussy whipping, just so that I could show my friend up when she looked at me aghast, but that was not an option on our first meeting.

Something, however, must have clicked between us on that occasion as she would occasionally call and ask if I was free for a coffee and chat. Then one day, she invited me round to her little flat. She was renting until she found a place that she liked enough to purchase.

She had cooked a full dinner, and by jings, Rachel can cook. It was delicious. Afterwards, Rachel asked if I’d be good enough to advise on some clothing she had purchased. She wanted to know if it suited. I told her I was happy to do so.

She disappeared into the bedroom and, a couple of minutes later, appeared in a full-length red dress with a button-up front and short sleeves. She looked stunning.

‘Beautiful,’ I commented, ‘It suits you to a T.’

‘Oh no,’ Rachel replied, undoing a button. ‘It’s what’s underneath I need help with.’

I stood fixated by the spectacle of this gorgeous twenty-three-year-old woman unbuttoning her dress before me to provide a private viewing of her underwear.

‘Well,’ she inquired, opening her dress to reveal a matching red lacy camisole and pantie set. ‘What do you think?’

‘It’s all fabulous,’ I commented, somewhat taken aback by her openness.

‘You don’t think it’s a bit cheap looking? It’s not proper lace, you see?’

I smiled to myself, wondering if she was aware of what she had just said about it being ‘cheap-looking.’ I had a feeling she did.

Thnks moved rather quickly from that point. I obviously gave off some sign that I’d like to see and explore the contents of the sexy outfit Rachel was wearing. Then suddenly, we were both naked in her bed as I pounded away at her beautifully natural pussy. I was in my element.

When it was over, and we lay next to each other breathing heavily, I popped the question, ‘Have you ever had your pussy whipped?’

I waited for the negative reply to prove my friend had lied.

‘Yes, I have many times,’ she answered, an excited smile running across her pretty face. ‘Have you ever done it?’

I was gobsmacked. ‘No, no, I have never done it?’

‘Oh. Would you like to try?’

That night I whipped my first and only pussy! I cannot say that time I enjoyed the experience. I did not want to hurt Rachel in any way. While I was trying to be cautious, she was asking me to crop her harder.

I discovered what many had found out before that she has a very high pain threshold and can endure more punishment than most women.

Now ten years later, we were heading down to Glasgow.

Rachel had already experienced an on the hoof meeting with these seemingly wild and reckless young men. Here we were about to join them once again.

After ankara moldovyalı escortlar her spontaneous gangbang in Glasgow, some of the young men had travelled by bus to stay with Rachel. On that occasion, she had agreed to go back to Glasgow to meet these guys once again. This time they would be ready for her visit, with numbers increasing to ten in attendance.

As Rachel drove me down, she asked me to look in her briefcase for some papers she wanted me to read. Eventually, I found them in a large brown envelope and began reading them as Rachel drove down the A82 towards Fort William.

I must confess that although I knew Rachel well and thought I knew what would please her, I became slightly uncomfortable as I read the email she had received.

It was a long list of everything these young men wanted to do to Rachel over the twenty-four hours we would be in Glasgow.

It was written in courser language than Rachel, myself or others of our group would have used. It ran something along the lines of:

1. Fuck you until you cannot take any more. 2. Real fucking rough sex. 3. Tie you tight in every position to fuck and degrade you. 4. Whip you anywhere we please without mercy until you cry. 5. Make full use of you as our urinal. 6. Send you home as a complete slut and totally fucked up whore.

There were many more than these six on the list. These, however, provide an idea of what Rachel was driving south to face.

She smiled and asked, “Well?”

I was not sure what to say other than, “Are you sure you’re doing the right thing?”

She smiled again and replied, “I hope so anyway, it will be fun finding out!”

Upon arriving in Glasgow, we found the place we were looking for in the suburbs – a small factory unit where the event was to take place. I have no idea how these guys obtained its use for twenty-four hours, but it was undoubtedly ideal for the occasion.

Rachel parked her car, and we both walked over and went into the unit through a door leading to an entrance area. One of the young men Rachel had met before greeted us. Contrary to my expectations, he was charming, giving Rachel a peck on the cheek.

He smiled and said to me, “Great to meet you. Thanks for coming with her, but we are not thugs and will respect our sexy friend.”

Just then, another two lads appeared from the main work area. One seemed to stop dead in his tracks, staring at Rachel. She was dressed, as so often, in a long full length pale blue button-down dress with a fantastic lacy collar.

She looked far from a woman who was about to give her body to the mercy of ten sex-crazed guys.

“Fuck me, you are a sexy fucking bitch, aren’t you?” is about all he could say. It did, however, sum up very well how she looked.

The other one, too, seemed shocked at her demeanour and said simply: “By jings!”

There were not many formalities as these three prepared Rachel for the hours that lay ahead while I looked on. I did feel a bit sorry for them as the equipment they had was very basic and mostly homemade. Neither they nor Rachel seemed bothered.

They made her stand legs spread and placed a piece of two inches by two-inches wood between her feet. Then using a roll of duck tape, they proceeded to attach this to her ankles.

They placed the tape around her ankles sticky side out. This procedure stopped the tape from sticking to her skin and allowed her leg a little bit of freedom inside the binding.

The tape was turned the correct way to secure itself from sticky side to sticky side, then round the piece of wood until it was secure, holding Rachel’s legs apart by about sixty centimetres.

Then Rachel’s wrists were taped together behind her back in the same way so her skin did not stick to the tape. An old rusty chain was placed around her neck and secured with a padlock as one of the guys commented: “We got this idea from that film ‘Dogsville’ where Nicole Kidman gets chained up and fucked.”

Once they had the chain in place, they asked Rachel if she was ready. Within no more than fifteen minutes from getting out of the car, she was being led still fully clothed through another door and into the workshop area. Fluorescent lights illuminated the scene, and there were large wooden shelves along one side.

In the middle was a mattress sitting inside a very poorly made wooden frame. I watched in anticipation as Rachel hobbled towards the group of young men waiting for her.

Some wolf whistles and sighs let out from those who had not met her previously as they all saw how beautiful Rachel was.

All ten guys looked rather mean, cruel and in some cases not too good looking. Their hairstyles ranged from skinheads to gelled up to long hippy styles. What an assortment, I thought.

One of the men moved towards her and lifted the front of her dress. He then placed his hand down the front of her knickers. Suddenly Rachel jumped and let out a little squeal as he gripped her hairy pussy tightly.

“So you want us to make you into sincan ukraynalı escortlar a dirty fucking old whore? You will allow us to do anything we want to you except what you have already stated is not acceptable, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“And you are ours to do what we want with until tomorrow night?”

“Do I have any choice bound like this?” she answered with a smile.

Just then, someone lifted the back of her dress. He pulled her knickers just far enough down to reveal her arse and stuck his finger right up her anus. Rachel jumped at the suddenness of assault from the rear.

The guy exclaimed, “Fucking sexy but dirty little arse you have!”

I watched as the top of her dress was slowly and carefully undone and dropped down to her wrists. Rachel’s bra was unclipped, exposing those wonderfully small but immensely attractive tits. Them someone produced a soft leather belt and twice caught Rachel lightly across her breast.

“This is what awaits if you do not co-operate. Understand?” he asked.

Rachel nodded in recognition.

Then an order was given, “On your knees, bitch!”

Rachel tried to obey, but with her hands bound behind her and her feet spread wide, it was not easy. No one assisted her, so she had great difficulty getting into the required position.

Eventually, she managed to get into a kneeling position after some uncertainty, hesitation, and instability. Someone rolled up her dress to expose her thighs. With the top of her dress already down, revealing her tits, she did look incredibly sexy.

“Good girl, now each of us are going to walk around and ask you what you are and what you want us to do. If you provide a good answer all the better for you, a poor answer will result in punishment – understand?”

Rachel nodded, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Better. Now, let’s start. What are you, and what should we do to you?”

“I’m a bitch and should be punished!”

“Not bad, but I want a better answer than that.”

“I’m a dirty bitch and should be punished by you for being a bitch.”

“Sir?” The guy added to remind her.

“Sir.”

“Pass. Next”

Another guy moved in front and undoing his trousers produced his cock, which was naturally enough very erect.

“What are you, and what should this do to you?” he inquired.

“I’m a tart, and you should shag me hard with your cock, sir!”

“Pass. Next.”

Another guy took up position and looked down on her.

“I’m not so easy to please. What are you, and what should we do to you?”

“I’m a dirty cunt and should be fucked hard!”

“Fail! Say more!”

“I’m a dirty fucking cunt and should be fucked hard in each hole, sir!”

“Pass. Next”

“I want to know more. What are you, and what do you deserve?”

“Sir, I am a dirty whore who deserves to be fucked in each hole and treated like the dirty whore I am!”

“Pass. Next.”

“They were far too easy on you! I want to know much more than that. Talk real dirty to me, you fucking filthy slag!”

“I’m a filthy fucking dirty piece of fuckmeat and should be used in any way you choose to use me as I’m nothing but a total slut, whore and prostitute!”

“You forgot something!”

“Sir.”

“Pass. Just. Next.”

“What are you, and what do you deserve?”

“I’m a dirty fucking bitch and a filthy whore who deserves treating with no mercy because of the whore I am!”

“You’re getting better. Keep it up. Pass. Next.”

I have seen this type of thing done to Rachel before but never like this right at the commencement. Usually, most guys, upon meeting Rachel, are unwilling to wait before getting straight into having sex with her. I was impressed by these guys self-constraint.

Another thing about this type of self-humiliation is that Rachel never uses course language in everyday situations. Apparently, as a youngster, it was just not tolerated in the home. Therefore, you will never hear Rachel throw in an expletive or crude word in everyday conversation in regular life. It would only be in a situation like this playing up to those using her that she would ever become so base. That is another great turn on for me, at least.

The interrogations continued.

“How old are you, you filthy creature?”

“Thirty-three, Sir.”

“Rather an old fucking cunt for us. I’m the oldest at twenty-five, and the youngest is eighteen, so why should we all fuck such a dirty old woman like you?”

“Because in all Glasgow, you won’t find such a dirty, filthy, slutty tart like me. As I am such an old and depraved slut, you should have fun making me a bigger dirtier whore than I already am, sir.”

That was the start for what I have to admit was the roughest sex session I have ever witnessed with Rachel. Often, she had asked us to experiment and try to do things differently or harder on her. However, this was her at the total mercy of these rough and ready Glaswegians.

Her dress was now cut off, and not for the first time I found elvankent minyon tipli escortlar myself wondering if that had been a new one or one she had picked up second hand from some charity shop. Her clothing bill must be pretty significant.

Once naked, Rachel was thoroughly explored front and back and had her tits and arse slapped, pulled and pummelled by each of the men.

She was bent over as someone stuck his cock right up her cunt without any hesitation or lubrication. Another took her mouth. One pulled her tits and the other her hair as she was given no respite from their advances.

Then another rammed his massive cock deep into her tight arsehole. I know from experience how tight it is. I was not surprised, therefore, when she stopped sucking the other guy’s cock and let out a bellow like a mad cow.

Once they had finished, Rachel’s wrists were untied as she was roughly thrown onto the mattress and positioned on all fours, the chain still around her neck and her legs held apart by the spacer bar.

Once again, a willing band of volunteers took a turn to ravish her exposed delights without any hesitation or seeming care. The harder they fucked her, the better they enjoyed themselves. Occasionally they smacked her hard across her bum with their hands, usually as they were changing person or position, thus drawing out a whimpering scream from their willing but suffering victim.

Rachel was placed onto her back as the men queued up to fuck her natural pussy. It was evident that each man was as rough as they could be by squeezing her tits or pulling her hair as they pummelled her cunt with their cocks.

Even just watching, I was getting quite a massive hard-on. When someone asked if I wanted to join in the fun, I did find it hard to resist. After about six or seven had used her in this manner, I could see cum starting to drip out of her full pussy and dribble between her legs. Others noticed, too, as they delighted to fuck her again to make her even fuller.

After a short break, it was a cum bath over her face. Rachel was again positioned on all fours. The young men gathered around and commenced to masturbate until they shot their load right across her lovely face and into her brown hair.

Then she was retaken up her arse by each guy one after another. I knew she would be asked to perform a blow job on them to clean them up. I could see Rachel heaving heavily as there was no let-up for her as cocks were forced up her anus, into her vagina or between her lips. She put up with this constant barrage for maybe four hours, after which I could see that she was tiring.

There was a wee meal break when we ate the most unhealthy meal of crisps, Irn Bru and Chocolate.

The meal ended almost as soon as it began.

Rachel was hauled against one of the shelving units facing away. Then her hands secured to the uprights in a spread-eagle position.

Someone took a brown leather belt and swished very hard across her bare backside. There was a massive crack as it made contact and an absolute scream from Rachel.

Then another of the men stepped forward with a huge wooden clothes peg that must have been all of eight inches in length and pulled her tit tight clipped it into her breast. Someone handed him a second, and this went the same way but on the other breast.

Rachel shivered and squirmed as well as gasped as they were both attached. I walked over to check she was okay, and despite having tears in her eyes, she saw me and gave me a little wink to say all was well. She was allocated another two whacks with the belt and released.

The men then took Rachel out of the central area towards a door marked toilet.

I strained to see past those cramming the cloakroom, where I saw an open shower area. Rachel was lifted upside down onto some sort of rectangular wooden frame.

The spacer bar she had worn since arriving was removed, and her ankles were secured by two short but thick leather belts screwed into the wooden frame. Between these and her flesh were two small towels. Her arms were left free to reach the ground and help support her weight.

Like the one around the mattress, the frame looked very crude and basic, and I feared it might collapse around her.

At last, the men removed the old chain from her neck, and Rachel, secured in the frame, was lifted into the shower area, which had three showerheads. Each was directed towards her and turned on. As the water flowed, the men removed the enormous pegs from her tits.

At first, it was warm water, but I could see one of the men moving between each showerhead and turning the controls towards the cold blue section.

Someone then produced two clear motor funnels and pushed them into Rachel’s arse hole and cunt. As she was upside down and the main shower directed at this area, they quickly filled with water and, of course, channelled it into her body.

I watched her shiver as the cold water ran down her body and over her head. I had seen her do something similar before; however, never in this position and not for so long.

By the time they had finished, she was covered in goosebumps and shivering almost uncontrollably. As they took Rachel down, the two funnels were removed, and she was allowed to rest in the shower. I caught her eye from the back of the guys and again saw one of her reassuring winks.

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