Lost The Bet

Giving up would imply that I had a choice in the matter, but it was very clear in the beginning that I wasn't given one. I was already tied down, on my back, and surrounded by excited men that had one thing on their mind, their own pleasure. I was still clothed in the outfit my wife had bought for me that she called "sexy", though I suppose she was right in the end because I had walked into the lion's den in something that screamed "Rape Me!"..

I absolutely had lost the bet on purpose, thinking it would be fun for her to dress me up and send me into a bar to see what happened. Though, now that I was past the point of no return and I could see exactly what was going to happen, I started to regret the decision as I may have found my limit.

One man stepped towards my head and knelt down, his cock touching my lips in an attempt to make me open up. I hesitated for a moment and his hand made its way to my nose without any hesitation, closing it and forcing my mouth open.. This was his moment and my mouth was filled with the taste and aroma of sweaty man meat. The smell was almost too much to handle, but it didn't matter to him because he assumed I was here to do exactly this.

I tried to pull away, but he was in control of the situation, not me, and he made it perfectly clear when he buried his cock in my throat and held my head between his thighs. His piece had filled my throat and it was causing me to choke, something that only seemed to turn him on further. I tried desperately to push him off me to remove his piece from my throat, but almost immediately my arms were held down, completely restraining me.

In the briefest of moments I saw my life flash before my eyes as I began to panic, but all of a sudden he yanked his cock from my throat with an audible *pop* and I felt air rush into my lungs. I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath while I was surrounded by laughter and mockery. This was a show to them and they were happy to watch me struggle.

The man who had violated my throat just moments before knelt down, his head coming up next to mine. "Try to relax sweetheart, you have a long night ahead of you. I would hate to have to drug you just so we all get a chance." He was calm, a level I had not expected from a man that has so brutally assaulted my throat only moments before.

The edibles I consumed earlier had not kicked in yet, but I was expecting them to at any moment. I was certainly trying very hard to get into the mindset and not lose sight of the danger I could be in, but it was very real. His words had set in, I was either doing this willingly, or they would take turns raping me, obviously at this point I was begging for the former.

I nodded in response to his words, knowing any disagreement now would result in me having absolutely no control over the situation. "Good girl, now open wide, we are going to do this again and you are going to suck every drop of cum from this cock." I couldn't get it out of my head that he had referred to me as a woman twice now. He couldn't have been that blind, but maybe it was a way of talking dirty to me, afterall my wife had dressed me up in a pair of panties, a bra, and a rather skimpy outfit. Understanding I had to be willing, I took a few deep breaths and then opened my mouth wide, awaiting the vulgar taste of his cock as it invaded my throat once more.

It took a few seconds, as he had to change position, but the smell filled my nostrils again as his erect meat made contact with my lips once more. This time, my tongue met his cock, extending past my lips and making circles around his foul shaft. The taste was mostly gone, replaced by my own, but it still took a bit to get used to the smell, of which I had a feeling would only be the beginning of the scents I would encounter tonight.

I heard a couple cheers from the crowd, seeing that I had openly accepted his cock and soon enough, the stranger pushed his meat into my eager mouth and let me get to work on it.

My hands were still being restrained by the crowd, so I couldn't touch him or interfere with his thrusts, but I encouraged him by sucking hard and swirling my tongue around his head. This was working and before long I could feel his thrusts get harder and deeper. I couldn't see past his balls, which slapped against my face aggressively, but I could tell he was moments away from cumming.

My mind turned to mild panic again as I still had never been able to swallow on command, and despite her best efforts, my wife had only gotten me to lick her fingers clean while I gagged and choked down my own cum. I had not swallowed a stranger's cum like this in over a decade, but here I was, about to have it forced down my throat once more.

He let out a low growl, burying his cock in my throat while it expelled shot after shot of warm cum. I couldn't taste it and was able to swallow what he had shot into my throat, but as he withdrew he let off a few shots against my tongue which made me gag hard. He didn't react and continued to unload his spunk into my mouth, filling me with its disgusting flavor, but I had a hard time thinking he cared about me at this point.

Having spent his load, and seeing me gagging and spewing cum and saliva all over my face, he withdrew his from my mouth and let his shaft slide down my face, spreading his seed all over my face like makeup. I coughed and choked up what was left, but no one seemed to pay me any mind as another man stepped up and took his place.

I opened my eyes to see a pair of hairy balls descend upon my face and felt yet another cock touch my cum coated lips. The smell was even worse than the last guy and I immediately gagged, but his insistence by pushing his cock into my mouth showed me just how much my welfare meant to these men.

I did what I could to get used to it and before long I was sucking away like I was enjoying myself. Using my tongue on the tip of his shaft, I could tell this man hadn't cum in quite some time by how erratic his motions were and how I had barely done anything and he seemed like he was about ready to cum.

The familiar sounds of an orgasm were heard, but this man didn't want to cum in my mouth, he instead pulled his cock from my mouth and jerked shot after shot onto me. I couldn't see clearly, but having extended my tongue to caress his cock, I could feel it pulsing over and over, twitching with what I assumed was a huge load of cum all over my clothes. I could feel his spunk touch my bare legs, but nothing else.

Returning to a flaccid state, I opened my mouth to accept his cock to be cleaned. I was filled with a less bothersome flavor, his cum was nowhere near as bad as the first guy, though I still only marginally enjoyed the experience.

Shifting his weight and getting to his feet, he yanked his cock out of my mouth only to be replaced by yet another nasty piece of meat that I would be pleasuring. The night had started great and progressed to me being used as a cum receptacle on a mattress in the back of a bar.

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I had lost count at one point, mostly because my focus had shifted to getting through the night and not keeping track of how many cocks I was sucking. I had no idea how much cum was on me or in me, but I knew at one point they started fucking my ass as well as my mouth. The men who were holding my arms had been replaced with some sort of rope or restraints, so I had no way of stopping them from doing anything they wanted, which they clearly were happy to take advantage of.

My face had become so caked with cum and saliva that I could no longer open my eyes, but the near constant turnover in my mouth meant I had a line waiting. My ass only got the occasional fucking, which was certainly a relief because it hadn't taken long for me to get over stimulated and become sore. Nearly every guy that fucked me had cum in me, even just to start, so there was plenty of cum for lube.

I was hard at work sucking a nice long piece with shaved balls. The man had gone through the effort to clean himself before feeding me his piece as it did not carry the musk of sweat. This was one of the few that I was enjoying sucking, though I would have probably liked it more if I had been able to do it my way instead of being forced. He pulled out, freeing himself from the warmth of my mouth and unloaded across my body and a few shots into my open mouth, something I had started to enjoy and was somewhat of a treat between some of the more brutal face fuckings.

I heard a voice call out, "Last call, get your drinks or finish up and get out. My cock needs a round with that slut's mouth so y'all better finish up soon. I vaguely remember the voice of the bartender from earlier in the night, but it was obvious from what he said that I was almost over, I just needed to survive whatever he wanted to do to me.

Another cock entered my mouth, just as nasty smelling as most of them, but at this point it didn't even bother me anymore. At the same time, I felt a pressure on my ass followed by the feeling of being filled with cock once more. It hurt, it absolutely hurt with every thrust, but I couldn't stop it and at this point I didn't think it was worth it.

After what felt like a minute of sucking the cock invading my throat, I heard a grunt and a moan, followed by another, though neither of these were from the cocks penetrating me. I felt cum hit me, on the side of my face, and even on the cock I was sucking. This had been enough for the man in my mouth and he buried his length in my throat and filled my belly with even more nasty cum. Moments later I felt the cock in my fuck hole pick up the pace and his thrusts became hard, from the grunting I could tell he was breeding my hole, like so many before him.

For a moment there I had a reprieve, something I had not had since the first cock had brutally assaulted my throat, but I knew I wasn't done yet. Hearing the grunts and moans die down, I felt the cock from my ass retract and leave me empty once again, while the one in my throat slowly withdrew, dragging his nasty semen all down my face.

I was alone in my thoughts, though I could feel the cum soaked through my clothes and dripping from my ass. I must have looked like a fucking mess, a truly humiliating sight to behold. I rationalized that my wife would accept that I was in a position where I couldn't say no, but likely I would still be held responsible for my actions.

The thoughts raced through my mind and if not for the edibles I had consumed earlier, I would have probably put myself into a panic attack, but for now I was okay. At least until I heard the familiar sound of a belt being undone and pants dropping to the floor. This was the last one, this would be the last man I would have to pleasure tonight. After this they will let me up and I can clean up and crawl back to my loving wife and beg for forgiveness.

Just as before, I felt and smelled him before I tasted him. The aroma was nearly overpowering, but just like all of the others, I kept my mouth open and let him do what he wanted. I matched his thrusts with my lips and tongue doing everything I could to get him off as quickly as I could. It didn't seem to have the same effect on him, though he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself at my expense.

While in my throat, I felt his cock nearly double in size, penetrating deeper than any of the others tonight. I suppose this was the result of getting a sober cock in me, something I couldn't complain about at this point, so I was trying to just ride it out with each of his thrusts deep into my throat. The first man who had so purposely invaded my throat had not gone as deep as this man was now, with each thrust he stretched my throat and threatened to choke me.

Thankfully, the oral assault was soon to be over as the endowed stranger withdrew his oversized cock and unloaded the biggest load of the night right into my open mouth. I caught most of it, though a lot of it hit my chin and beyond, I quickly swallowed the vile fluid so that it would not linger and cause a choking fit.

Finally, he was spent and the last of his semen had been swallowed. He lowered his rapidly shrinking cock to my lips and I greedily took it into my mouth to suck out every last drop. I was deprived of his meat moments later as he got to his feet. "I sure hope this is what you had in mind when you sent him here." His voice was obviously not directed at me, but my mind started to spiral as I thought of who he could be talking to.

I could hear someone walking up to where my head was, but I had not heard anything. I assumed the ride was not over yet and I had yet another cock to drain with my mouth. I prepared myself mentally for one more, but through the smell of sweat, sex, and cum there was a familiar scent that I had trouble placing. I felt another body descend to my face and I opened my mouth, expecting to be filled with yet another sexually frustrated man, but instead I felt the breath and voice of my wife. "Now don't you look like a cum slut?".

I froze, not sure whether I could say anything at this point since I had no idea how much she had seen, or at this point whether she had been part of the whole thing. I opened my mouth to respond, but my voice was scratchy at best and I could barely enunciate the words to her. "Yes Mistress, I serviced these men to the best of my ability." I couldn't think of anything else to say to her, obviously she knew what had been going on, but when did she start watching?

I could hear footsteps as the room cleared out, though whether I was left alone with my wife was something I couldn't tell. I felt her hand caress my cheek, rubbing the semen around before putting her finger into my mouth, to lick clean just like the other cocks I had serviced. Slowly she withdrew her finger, letting it pop as my lips sucked the foul mixture from her skin. "You have done a good job here tonight, made your mistress some good money. Maybe I need to send you out here again. The boys seemed to like you and Brett said you were more than eager to satisfy his monster, even after such rough treatment."

Her lips met mine and she kissed me, tasting all of the cum that I had eaten that night in one shot. "Mmmmm, you have certainly had a night. Time to go home slut, I haven't had my turn with you yet. If you think I am going to go easy on you, you have another thing coming." With that, she moved around me and slid a rather large plug into my ass effortlessly, unfastened the ropes, and threw me a towel. Playfully, she said, "Clean your face, you look like a whore."