Anal / Erotic Stories / Group Sex · March 18, 2022

Revenge Gangbang Part – 1

Revenge Gangbang Part - 1

Depending on your condition, separation can be a very liberating thing. For me, the separation with my partner led to discovering how much I had missed out on life and how much I had neglected my bodily desires, and how I had had more than enough share of both mental and physical abuse.

 

I had been in an abusive relationship for nearly four years before I finally gathered enough courage to pack up my bags and one day move out of the house he and I had rented together.

He was out of station on a work trip and I was alone at home when I decided I’d had enough of the relationship. What triggered the decision was the simple fact that when I called his cell in the morning around 10am, a woman had picked up the phone and sounded almost breathless.

I cut the phone and sat down to evaluate what I was doing in the relationship. Moving out was the immediate decision and with that in mind, I called up a few realtors around town and asked them if there was a vacant two-bedroom or a studio flat available for immediate rental.

As luck should have it, one realtor did have a nice spacious two-bedroom flat on the outskirts of town, but one which wasn’t too far from my workplace. It would take an additional 15 minutes for me to reach work but that was alright.

I could manage that by leaving early for work. Next, I called up a moving company and asked them if they’d be willing to help me move within the day. The man on the other side agreed but said it would cost me a little extra since it was a rush job.

He asked me to identify all the stuff I wanted to move and mark it down with a large strip of tape so that there was no delay. He told me that the truck with four men would arrive at my place within the hour.

Getting off the phone, I marked off each piece of furniture that I had bought with my salary and began packing my clothes. Packing, no, dumping them into a couple of suitcases and hastily closing them was about what I did. I had not paid attention to what I was wearing — a thin plain white tee with a pair of shorts that reached just below my asscheeks and flip flops.

When the four men arrived, I was still wearing that. The men came inside and quickly got about packing the marked stuff and putting it in the truck. As the men packed, I looked around the house and realized I’d forgotten to mark the cooler and asked two of the men to go to first floor and bring it down.

I stood on the ground looking up as they began dismantling the cooler. Just then I was distracted by another worker and the two men in the balcony, without realizing I was standing underneath, poured the water out of the cooler and straight on me.

Now, a wet white tee has a tendency to stick to a girl’s skin and show off her curves rather inappropriately. I stood there drenched and wet. Meanwhile, all four workers had stopped lifting the stuff and stood there staring at me.

The tee was thin enough to show them my boobs and the outline of my areolae. The cold water had caused my nipples to become hard.

As soon as I realized the men were staring at me, I shouted at them to get back to work and be more careful and trying to pull the tee off my skin and make it not stick like glue, I ran inside to see if I could find something to change into. Unfortunately, my clothes suitcases were the first to be put in the truck and were buried under a lot of other furniture.

I had no option left but to supervise the men still wearing the same wet clothes. I had initially planned to ride my scooty to the new flat, but now, in this wet condition, I couldn’t ride across town showing off my titties to the world. So I asked them to pack my scooty too in the truck, since I would have to ride in the truck itself.

I caught all four men stealing glances at me time and again as they went about their work. For some reason, I was getting a little hot and bothered and decided it was just anger at being wet in front of these men that was making me feel like that.

Around 130pm, everything that belonged to me in the flat was packed and in the truck. My tee had begun to dry up a little and was clinging a little less resolutely to my skin now.

I spoke with the man in charge and told him that I would be riding with the driver in the cabin and the other three men could ride in the truck behind. Grinning, he’d agreed to it and we were on our way.

The inside of the truck’s cabin smelled of a combination of male sweat, food and a hint of liquor. As we drove to the flat, the driver would time and again steal glances at my tits. Then finally he’d had enough.

“Girl, how about a deal?”

“What do you mean?”

“You take off that tee and I’ll knock half off the moving charges.”

“Are you nuts? I am not taking off my tee and riding across town with you in this cabin with my tits hanging free.”

“What a pity, those titties sure could use some air.”

I let that comment pass and sat back getting angrier by the minute at his audacity. I looked around the cabin and found that there was a second part to the cabin which could be reached if I pushed my backrest backwards. As I looked inside, I caught the driver — Raj–staring at me again.

“Keep your eyes on the road and stop staring at me.”

Looking around the cabin, I spotted a magazine that had some girlie pics in them — pics in which the girls were showing off their tits and asses. The centerspread showed a girl with her legs spread in a split and showing off her pussy and asshole with her tits hanging but slightly out of focus and the girl facing backwards and looking at the camera.

“You have this magazine to look at a girl’s tits, why do you want me to take off my tee? Finish your work and get back to it.”

“A photo in a magazine isn’t the same as a girl in real life,” he said.

It was still a while before we would get to the flat and I sat back pondering over what he’d said.

Suddenly thoughts about my new-found freedom filled me with joy and I began wondering what was the first thing I would do after setting up my flat and getting settled in. As I pondered, I didn’t realise when I began looking at the driver and wondering that in his own way, he was a handsome man with some belly fat, but one who looked strong enough.

Something churned inside me and I began feeling my pussy get wet. That was when I decided forget the setting up of my flat, let’s do this. I scooted my ass backwards on the seat and peeled off the tee. Luckily we were on a stretch that didn’t have too much traffic. As soon as Raj saw me taking off my tee, he almost lost control and went off the road.

I told him to stop the truck on the side of the road and let me go into the rear cabin and that he should call the boys to the cabin from the rear.

Raj obliged and a few minutes later, the three men were inside the truck cabin staring at my 36DD tits hanging free.

“You are only allowed to look, not touch,” I told them, to which they let out a groan.

“What? Watching is all you get to do. No touching. You’ll see them bounce enough as the truck goes through some potholes.” And sure enough, Raj made sure he drove through all the potholes he could find on the road, sending my tits swinging all over the place.

At one point, one of them asked me to get on all fours so that they could see how pendulous my tits were when they swung. I obliged and got on all fours and let my tits hang loose under me for a few kilometres. One of them pulled out his cellphone and made a video of my hanging tits. That was when I got a wicked idea.

I pulled out my own cellphone and turning on the camera, I asked one of the men to make a video of my hanging tits from under me and asked him to make sure that my face was visible in it.

When the man began recording, I recorded a message for my now ex to the effect that he’d abused me enough and that I was dumping his sorry ass and had moved out with all my belongings and that he needn’t bother contacting me again since I wouldn’t answer his calls and was going to block him.

During the course of the recording, I’d decided I was going to have sex with all four of these men and I was going to let them use me whichever way they wanted to and I was going to record it and send it to my ex.

When the man stopped the recording I told them that after they had moved all the furniture to the flat, I would pay them with sex and that they could use me whichever way they wanted. But until we didn’t reach the flat, they were not to touch me. I was getting myself way in over my head and decided to figure out how much trouble I would get into and asked the men to take out their dicks and show them to me.

It took a few seconds for them to take out their dicks. Mostly they were hard and needed a little bit of coaxing to become absolutely rigid. They ranged between 6 and 8 inches long and one of them was thicker than my forearm and I wondered if I’d be able to get it in me.

Nevertheless, the remainder of the way was spent with the men telling me how they would love to suck on my tits and how they would love to spread my legs and get inside my pussy and my asshole.

I’d been fucked in the asshole earlier too by my ex, in fact he loved fucking my asshole every time he wanted to punish me, which was most of the time. Once, he’d made me take off my clothes and had fucked my asshole in the drawing room in front of a salesman after I’d let the salesman come in and had offered him water on a hot day.

He made the man watch as he made me get naked, then on all fours and had spit on my ass and on his dick and had brutally shoved and fucked me and had cum inside my asshole.

Once he’d done cumming inside me, he’d pulled out and had turned me around and slapping me he had told me to open my mouth and had pissed in my mouth. When he asked the salesman if he’d wanted to fuck me, the poor fellow beat a hasty retreat and had almost run away.

Sitting in that truck cabin, I began looking forward to moving into my new flat and being fucked by these men.

We arrived at the flat a half hour later and putting on my tee, I asked the men to put away their cocks and begin unloading as I went upstairs and opened the flat. Luckily for me, it was the top floor — tenth — and had a nice balcony with a view from it and there were no adjacent buildings to break the view.

One by one, the men got all the stuff out of the truck and brought it upstairs. It took them about an hour and a half to bring it all up and place it in the flat. Upstairs, in the flat, as the men brought in the stuff, I took off my tee and began exploring the flat.

They had already seen my tits, I guessed it didn’t make sense for me to hide them and thought the sight of my bare tits would urge them to work faster and bring the stuff up.

When the last of the lot was brought upstairs, I asked one of them to close and lock the door so that they I could make good on my promise of fucking them. As he closed the door, I took off my shorts.

I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath so that was a quick reveal. And since I always made it a point to keep my pussy clean and shaved, I was as bare as a baby down there.

 

Continue Reading: Revenge Gangbang Part – 2

 

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