[This account has been passed to me by a young woman of my acquaintance, whom I shall call Rosie. I have edited it somewhat to prevent her from being identified. She is 38 years of age, having been married for 14 years to a French hotelier. They have two children, both conceived (she says) while tight-laced to her anatomical limit. Lit readers will notice that corset connection between herself and me, which is why our correspondence started.]
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Gang-sex is Rosie's second favourite fantasy, after her first erotic interest which is tight corseting. More of that some other time.
Her fantasy is extreme and scary to describe and definitely NOT to be lived out in reality, she says. She thinks it is about loss of control, being at the centre of a big erotic event, and also being submissive when that is not in her usual nature.
Rosie always uses the gang fantasy when alone and her husband is away, and it always gets her to a big orgasm inside her corset and with two vibrators deep inside back and front. She's sure the fantasy is important for her pleasure because the vibs alone don't work. Sometimes, she uses it when making love with her husband; but he does not know that.
Briefly, it goes like this:
She is at a nice respectable evening party, dressed as she likes in firm control corsetry and a slinky dress. Two nice men come to her after some time. Both are very pleasant, younger than she is, and say nice things about her, "Best figure in the room tonight...lovely dress shows you off really well...such an elegant and stylish woman." And so on. She laps it all up and then they say, "Please could we spend some time with you and we'll show you other pleasures you've never had before and maybe never will again. Promise. We've been watching you all evening and both falling in love with you. Please."
Rosie says Yes and they lead her gently to a limo. They ask her to blindfold so that she won't be aware of where we're going. Does she mind, they ask. No, she says so they blindfold her.
After a short drive, they lead her to a set of stairs and up the steps one at a time. At the top, they proceed to take off her slinky dress. Her panties somehow disappear from her hips; they must has cut them off. She is standing there in her corset which one of them goes behind and tightens it further; making her waist smaller than ever. She is wearing thigh-high nylon stockings and very high heel shoes, which they leave on her.
Then they link hands, make her into a chair position and lay her down gently onto a soft surface. Rosie assumes it is a bed or something like that. One of them starts kissing her on the lips whilst the other ties her hands down to the bed, out from her thighs. And her ankles also are tied down, with her leg far apart. The kissing is very thorough; deep and wide in her mouth and throat. It is then she realises that there are more than two men: one at each hand and one at each foot; plus the kisser. So it's going to be five of them, Rosie thinks to herself.
One of them presses his hand between her legs and she can tell that he is spreading lube-gel around her openings. She is still blindfolded as one of them lies on her and gets into her plain old-fashioned missionary style. But a nice cock and stretches her a little. He fucks for a few minutes only, before emptying his load into her. Then another comes to her and does something to the bed that presents her legs in the air and her bottom is exposed. He gently and carefully enters her anus and presses slowly up into her rectum. A long thin penis that explores all her bends and surfaces inside. He also fucks for a few minutes and unloads up her rectum. The lube is renewed and that happens repeatedly while she's in the fantasy.
The other two Rosie is expecting do something else with the bed so that they can take her front and back; double penetration. Gentle and slow; just as she likes it in her fantasy but has never experienced in real life. The deep kissing is going on still and he whispers to her, "Off comes the blindfold," and he does it.
Rosie is shocked and frightened by what she sees. She is lying in a framework, inside something like a child's paddling pool, on a mattress, all in the middle of a big room, on a platform with steps leading up to her; with rows and rows of benches looking down at her. Like a lecture theatre, with hundreds of men staring at her. At the base of the stairs is a queue of men already formed, all naked and erect and some masturbating.
