I asked him to set me up as the main event. Just use me as the centerpiece for a train bang. He knows the owner, knows the scene, and apparently weekday afternoons are where it’s at -way more chill, guys are better behaved, less drunk chaos than weekend nights. He arranged everything. All I had to do was show up on the day he picked.

My rules were simple: condoms mandatory, no anal, no dicks in my mouth. I’m adventurous, but I’m not reckless – STDs are real, and these were complete strangers. I kept it casual outfit-wise: jean shorts, black cropped tee showing my midriff, black joggers, and simple black underwear underneath. Didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, you know?

I’m not going to mention the place I went to, but I walk in, and James is already there with about 10 guys waiting, plus one woman just hanging out. The club itself is basically designed for this – leather beds, mood lighting, security stationed in close proximity if anyone gets weird or worse. It felt surprisingly safe while dirty and gritty. Professional, almost.

James had my back the whole time. Brought lube, held my water bottle, kept an eye on things. He was such a gentleman about the whole thing, which sounds funny given the context. He even messaged some local forum to let people know I was there, and another 10 or so guys showed up throughout. By the end, I’d been fucked by over 20 men.

James got things started by telling everyone not to be shy, to come feel me up, get their hands all over me while they waited. Clothes started coming off everywhere. The moment I was actually naked in front of all of them – jean shorts and shirt tossed somewhere, just lying there completely bare, all those eyes roamed over every inch of me – it hit differently than I expected. I thought I’d feel embarrassed or want to cover up, but instead this weird calm came over me, mixed with this electric thrill. They were just hungry for it, for me, passing around my body like I was something precious and filthy at the same time. I remember looking up at the ceiling while hands explored my stomach, my thighs, cupping my fake C-cup tits, and realizing I was actually doing this – really, truly letting strangers use me for their pleasure while I was exposed and open. It felt like surrendering to something bigger than myself. Vulnerable but powerful, if that makes sense? Like I was giving them something they’d remember, and they were giving me this feeling of being completely, unapologetically wanted by that many men all at once.

Moments later I’m on my back on the leather bed, James is slapping more lube on me, and ten seconds later there’s this middle-aged Indian guy inside me, just pumping away while people watched.

So there I was, on my back, legs spread, and honestly? The fear mixing with arousal gave me the most intense orgasms I think I’ve ever had. Just knowing that many strangers were waiting their turn to fuck me while others stood around touching my tits, pinching my nipples, watching my face as each new guy entered me – it was an out-of-body experience.

And let me tell you about the range of these guys – because that’s what made it so surreal. There were young guys, like 18-19, nervous and shaking a little as they rolled on condoms, barely believing their luck. Then there were men in their 40s and 50s, confident, taking their time, making eye contact. One guy had to be in his 70s, silver hair and everything, and he had this intense, focused energy like he was memorizing every second. Indian men, black men, white guys, Hispanic guys – it was this complete mix of bodies and ages and styles, all lined up for the same thing.

After the 5th guy finished, we switched to doggy. One dude tried to go for my ass with his tongue, but James shut that down quick – reminded him of the rules. Guess he got excited and forgot, or just didn’t hear/read the briefing.

Other men and women gathered around to watch me get passed around in different positions. Being a gymnast really helps me get into pretty much any position I want. Now the crowd kept growing. Somewhere in the middle of the event that lasted for about 2 hours, this woman joined in. She was there with her partner originally just watching, but she started fingering me. After that, another dick entered me, and while I was getting fucked she started rubbing my clit until I came hard around whoever was inside me at the time. It was… a lot. In the best way.

Most of the men finished inside their condoms while fucking me, but some couldn’t get there – nerves, probably, or just the pressure of the moment. It happens. Doesn’t bother me. They still got to fuck me, still got to feel what it was like to use me for those few minutes.

Women don’t usually show up to these clubs solo unless they’re attached to someone or there for a specific gangbang setup. I saw maybe three other women there, and they seemed to be enjoying the show. One was definitely getting off on watching me get used like that.

Physically? My pussy was sore the next day, but honestly my pubic bone hurt worse – they all fucked me hard, really drove into me. But nothing’s swollen or looking different down there. Just that deep ache that reminds me every time I sit down what I did.

And yeah, I was vocal the whole time. Telling them “yeah, fuck that free use pussy,” begging someone to suck my nipples, encouraging the next guy in line—“Yeah, come on, get in there!” I wanted them to know I was loving it, that I was there for their pleasure as much as mine. I didn’t need to be vocal, but it made the men more enthusiastic.

James fucked me last, after everyone else was done. Said he wanted to feel what they’d all felt, reclaim me after watching me take all those cocks. He was rough with me, the way I like it, and I came one final time before he finished.

I keep replaying it in my head. The variety of them – the shy younger guys, the confident middle-aged men who knew exactly what they were doing, the older gentleman with his careful intensity. All those different hands on me, different rhythms, different reactions when they first pushed inside.

Would I do it again? Ask me when my pubic bone stops hurting.

Anyway, that’s my update. My DMs are about to be a disaster, aren’t they?
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