My experience of being tricked into a group sex by a friend

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I have a male friend in his thirties whom I've known for two or three months. We've slept together a few times during our relationship, and we both had a good impression of each other. However, after this incident, I lost contact with him.
I consider myself a woman with a strong sex drive, so I usually dress in a mature style, mostly wearing stockings, high heels, and miniskirts. I also like the feeling of wearing stockings; they're smooth, and I feel particularly satisfied when I see men's lustful eyes while shopping.
My boyfriend also likes me dressed like that so he can have sex with me. I wonder if many men like women wearing stockings.
Then one day, he asked me to go shopping and bought me a lot of stockings and thongs, saying he would make me feel like I was in heaven when we got home. I was very happy that day, and his teasing words made me want to go home and have sex with him immediately. But after dinner, he said he would take me to a karaoke bar, saying that many friends were there and he couldn't refuse, so we would just have some fun and go home. Later, I found out that he had planned this all along. When we
arrived at the karaoke bar, I saw that it was brightly lit and had a lot of noise. Later, I realized it was a nightclub.
When I went inside, I found that all the women were dressed provocatively. Later, I learned they were prostitutes, and I was surprised to find out I was there. In the private room, there were two of his friends, each with a very alluring woman on their arm. Those women's skirts were much shorter than mine, barely covering their buttocks; their underwear was visible when they sat down.
I felt very uncomfortable at first, then his friends offered me a few drinks, and we started playing dice. I kept losing that day and drank a lot. I initially thought it was just bad luck, but later I realized they must have conspired to get me drunk.
After drinking a lot, I relaxed, and the conversation flowed more freely. We played and chatted, talking about everything, including some lewd jokes. The prostitutes were really uninhibited, letting his friends touch and grope them. With so many people around, I felt quite embarrassed when my boyfriend touched my thigh.
Later, he bragged to his friends about buying me lots of stockings and thongs while shopping that day, saying I liked wearing them. I blushed furiously.
His friends started egging me on, telling me to put it on for everyone to see, and the girls clapped and said they would help me put it on if I didn't. I firmly refused, and they didn't say anything more. After playing for a while, his friends took the girls to the suite next door, and then I heard moaning and groaning.
My ears were burning, and my boyfriend started touching me inappropriately. At first, I resisted, saying we could do it at home, but he wouldn't let me. He started kissing me, and then he put his hand inside my clothes and squeezed my breasts. I had already been aroused by him during the day, and after a few squeezes, I gave up resisting. The worst part was that he actually put his hand inside my underwear and rubbed my labia in circles with his palm, making me wet.
At first, I held back and didn't make a sound, but then he suddenly inserted his fingers and started thrusting them in and out. I couldn't hold back anymore and started moaning softly.
We'd done it a few times before, and he knew my G-spot, so he kept stimulating it. I felt like I was about to climax, and with my eyes closed, I forgot I was still outside. I just let the pleasure keep coming from my vagina, and the sounds started getting louder and louder. But just when I thought I was about to reach my climax, he suddenly stopped.
I was burning with desire, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I begged him to do it a few more times, just a few more times. But he kept me in suspense, saying I had to change my clothes and wear the ones he bought that day to satisfy me. I begged him several times, but he still wouldn't touch my G-spot; he just kept rubbing my vulva, refusing to insert his fingers. I had no choice but to agree.
But I was only halfway through changing when his friend came out. He was drunk and dizzy, and that's when I remembered there were other people around. I was so embarrassed that I had to cover my sensitive areas with my hands. He comforted me, saying it was okay, we're all adults, we've seen it all. His friend even said, "Wow, you have such a great figure, it's a waste not to show it off! Let's all play a striptease dice game, no one loses!" The girls were also egging me on, asking if I dared, using reverse psychology. But under the influence of alcohol, I impulsively thought, "Let's just go for it, who's afraid of who!"
After we started, the girls were always losing, and soon they were all naked. I even asked them if they dared to play again, since I hadn't even taken my clothes off yet! They told me to continue, and I asked, "What if we can't take any more clothes off?" (I was mainly targeting others, but later I realized I was the one who was at a disadvantage).
They said if we couldn't take any more clothes off, the loser would have to strike a pose, and we had to do whatever the winner said. We were already having a lot of fun, so I agreed without thinking.
As you can imagine, after a few rounds, I was also naked. Occasionally, they would lose once, and when they were posing for everyone, they were very uninhibited, doing whatever they were told.
There was nothing I could do; everyone did it this way, so I had to do it even if I lost. At first, they just made me stand on the table or turn around, bend over, and stick my butt out for them to see…
But as I lost more and more often, they started making me touch my breasts, pull up my nipples, or sit on the table and spread my legs open for them to see. It got more and more outrageous later on; they even put a stocking over a wine bottle and made me insert it, and made me masturbate for them.
I refused, but they said that a bet is a bet, and that I had to accept the consequences of my loss. They said if they lost, they could punish me however they wanted. I had no choice but to lie down on the table. At first, I was a little reserved, just playing with my breasts and nipples with my eyes closed. Later, encouraged by everyone, I started touching my whole body. He and his friend even whispered in my ear that their penises were hard and wanted me to see. After looking at it, I don't know why, but I felt a sense of accomplishment.
I gradually relaxed, and even started teasing them with moans. Seeing their excited expressions excited me so much. I felt my vagina was already soaking wet, and a lot of fluid was flowing out. So I inserted my fingers as well, and then I heard everyone screaming. Someone even told me to insert three fingers at once. I don't remember what else they said after that. I was completely intoxicated by the pleasure I was creating, wave after wave of tingling sensations...
It lasted for a few minutes, and I just felt that I was about to climax. I even forgot to stop. Later, my boyfriend held my hands down and asked if I wanted everyone to help me, saying that would make it more comfortable. At that moment, I was already burning with desire and just wanted to reach a few orgasms as soon as possible. I agreed without thinking, as long as it made me feel good.
But they deliberately teased me, saying, "Since you want it so badly, let's do something exciting." Then they tied my hands with stockings. There were five other people in the room besides me—three men and two women. They started rolling dice, each person choosing a number. Whoever rolled a number had to come and play with me for one minute. Since my hands and feet were tied, I couldn't resist.
If they rolled a six, all five of them would play together. I had never done anything like this before, and it felt both novel and exciting. One minute was too short. Some of them came over and kissed my nipples, some licked my genitals, and the women came over and used their hands to penetrate me. Although I was usually averse to same-sex relationships, in that situation, I couldn't care less. Everyone who came over could bring me pleasure, and one minute was too short. After only a few thrusts, time was up, and I couldn't reach orgasm. Instead, I was teased until I was even wetter and wanted more. They all said I looked extremely lewd.
What excited me most was that there were no condoms that day. Instead, they used pre-prepared short stockings—the kind with crystal silk, the kind where you can feel the bumps on the surface—and put them on their penises to penetrate me. It was my first time doing that, and I still remember the feeling vividly; it was a mix of pain and pleasure.
I was screaming very loudly, and they all said my voice was very seductive. I retorted, "Don't all men like this?" Every time it ended after a minute, I felt unsatisfied. Eventually, I couldn't hold back anymore and begged them not to stop, to keep going. They teased me, saying, "You were so reserved when you first arrived, but now you're more seductive than anyone else." I replied, "I'm new here and don't know anyone yet!"
They finally said, "Since you're so seductive, then we won't hold back." Then the three men surrounded me. One shoved his penis into my mouth, another vigorously rubbed my breasts, and the last one, needless to say, frantically thrust into my vagina. The three of them kept switching positions, and all I could do was scream. (Every time I think about it, I get wet down there.)
The flow was incessant, with repeated orgasms. Each time they ejaculated, the white fluid that came out was soaking my legs. Later, after many orgasms, a lot of it sprayed onto the table.
The feeling of being electrocuted, the rapid contractions of my vagina bringing a trembling pleasure, the first wave had barely ended before the second wave came—it was indescribable. I've lost count of how many orgasms I finally had.
Tears streamed down my face, but I still didn't want to stop, I kept moaning until my whole body was covered in their semen.
After they stopped, I could barely breathe.
Finally, the women wiped me clean with tissues, and I was dragged away without even putting on underwear, just thrown on a piece of clothing. They took me to a hotel, booked a room, and put me to sleep.
I collapsed, exhausted, and fell asleep quickly. I think I was fucked many more times in my sleep, but I don't remember anything. When I woke up the next day, there was a stocking still stuck in my vagina, and there was a lot of semen-like fluid between my legs and on the sheets.
My whole body ached, and it took me a whole day to recover after a shower and a full day of sleep. Later, I couldn't contact my boyfriend either; I guess he was afraid I'd blame them.
After that experience, every time I have sex or masturbate, I fantasize about being gang-raped by a group of strangers. Hehe, maybe I'm addicted… After telling you all about these experiences, my vagina is wet again; looks like I need to masturbate again, hehe!

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