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Note – the first two episodes of Rosy Chan were published under Interracial, but this one is more focused on group sex – so I’ve placed it accordingly.
I.
I always enjoy the experience of walking along a hotel corridor with a new girl; the anticipation building as we approach our room; our hushed voices. Interestingly, the nature of the hotel itself has very little to do with it. I get the same buzz in the corridor of a short-time establishment in the back streets of south Jakarta – dingy industrial lighting, threadbare carpet damp from condensation, asthmatic air-conditioning – as I was getting now from the earthy wood tones and tasteful decor of the 5-star Mandarin Oriental in Kuala Lumpur. So I suppose it must be mostly about the girl.
In this case the girl in question was Rosy Chan, dressed very much out of character in a skimpy hooker’s dress and teetering on fuck-me shoes, her wide expressive face flushed from the combined effects of a glass of wine drunk far too quickly, and the arousal from a standing orgasm – achieved pretty much all by herself – in the lift behind us. Now as we walked, she tried to compose her face into a neutral mask. We reached room 1614, and Rosy stood expectantly in front of the door as I stood behind her and fished for the key in my rucksack.
Before applying key to door, I pulled out two other items – a silky red blindfold, and a studded black leather collar on which the word SLUT was picked out in large, sparkly diamanté lettering. Rosy was familiar with the blindfold and she smiled knowingly as I slipped it over her eyes. The collar was a new idea, but thankfully she hadn’t seen it, and it didn’t elicit much of a reaction when I fastened it gently around her neck. The door lock made a subdued click as I passed the key in front of it, and then we were in the room.
It is one of those unexplained phenomena of human nature that most people, upon entering a room blindfolded, can sense if there is someone else present. I guess it’s similar to the feeling when we become aware that that someone across a room is staring intently at us. Rosy stopped dead said sharply “There’s somebody here.. who is it?” Of course I could see the three naked gentlemen with expectant grins on their faces, stroking their cocks to readiness, but fortunately Rosy could not. Clearly I had to engineer some kind of introduction. So I took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, turned her to face me and lifted the blindfold. Her eyes searched mine for an explanation, and she looked less than happy.
I took both her hands in mine. “We were talking about this back in London … remember, we were sharing fantasies? We talked about trying an extra guy or two” – I sensed that any mention of the word gangbang at this point was probably beyond the pale – “and you got quite turned on by the thought.”
“Well yes,” she replied acidly “but that was fantasy talk! It doesn’t mean you can just spring that on me … For fuck’s sake,” her eyes widened and her voice rose, “I’ve no idea who you’ve dragged up here … they won’t be tested.. I mean …Jesus” she trailed off and looked at me defiantly.
It was unfortunate that at that delicate moment she caught sight of the leather collar in the bathroom mirror. It doesn’t take a genius to read four large letters in reverse and she quickly made out the word SLUT sparkling cheerily in the downlights. Her jaw dropped, and to my dismay I saw tears brimming.
“Is that really what you think of me? Is it?”
I saw her in that moment as she saw herself in the world – the A grade student, the high achiever, the good girl, the dutiful daughter. It occurred to me that the word “slut” might have different connotations in polite Malaysian society to the demi-monde of London kink which was my more familiar environment. I took a deep breath.
“Yes!” I said confidently. “That is exactly how I see you.” And I reminded her that, on the fetish website we sometimes enjoyed perusing together, one of the more popular items in the index was “Slut as a term of endearment”.
She looked slightly mollified, but unconvinced.
“Rosy.” I said very firmly. “Remember who you’re talking to here. I’ve thought of all this already. Firstly, I’ve chosen three good friends who I would trust absolutely with you. Secondly, they’ve all been tested within the past week and I’ve seen the results. Thirdly, you have a safe word you can use at any time. And I’ll always be there with you.” I paused, and lowered my voice. “`Daddy knows how much you need this. Be honest. Admit it. I’ve arranged for you to be thoroughly used by a group of strangers and treated like the little fuckdoll you really are, for as long as they want. We are going to stretch your boundaries a little more.”
I watched with interest as a series of shameful thoughts fluttered uncontrollably across her face like prayer flags in the breeze. Eventually she nodded slowly and her face reddened. She was starting to get üzümlü escort aroused.
“And then, after they have cum inside you and all over you, and left you in a heap on the floor, I’ll wash you gently in the bath, tuck you up in bed and take extremely good care of you.”
There was a long pause.
“Oh wow” she breathed, after a while. “Wow. Oh fuck, I want this. I want to be used”. She seemed to be talking herself round. “I’ve never been used by multiple men before. I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
As Rosy admitted to me much later, it was at this point that she had started to think about cocks. Like many well-brought up girls, she had rarely had the chance to see a cock up close in the flesh, and – as is often the way – her deepest, most shameful fantasies revolved around having two, three or even more thrusting, erect specimens in her face, glistening with her saliva, crowding around her, demanding her attention. And it had dawned on her that she had four naked cocks right there in the room, waiting to overwhelm and penetrate her. Her face had burned with embarrassment and yet she was suddenly very wet.
Rosy reached into her handbag and pulled out the antique silver vial with whose mysterious contents I had primed her downstairs in the bar. This time, instead of wrinkling her nose and making a derogatory remark about my friend Nok, whose gift it had been, she angled a little of the viscous amber liquid onto one fingertip. Looking almost insolent now, she hitched up her mini-dress with her free hand and made a slow circle of the liquid around her exposed clit. (I had a moment of panic when I realised that her panties were probably still downstairs in the bar, but I was relieved to see them poking out of her handbag. At least she’d had the presence of mind to snatch them up before making her undignified exit – good breeding will always win through).
She then raised the same hand to my upper lip and drew her moist fingertip slowly along the line where my moustache would have been, had I possessed one. The scent was like nothing I’d ever experienced – deep, complex and musky. I felt an electric tingle and was instantly aroused – no doubt the pheromones from Rosy’s moistness helped, but Nok had not been joking when she had warned me about the vial’s deep magical potency.
Rosy was still looking at me directly, her insolence turning slowly to exhilaration. I decided that she was getting a little too uppity for her forthcoming role and gave her a playful slap on the cheek, just firm enough to sting – a kind of warning shot across her bows. I pulled the blindfold back over her eyes and told her brusquely that I would be taking her out to the room now to be used and abused.
II
A good gangbang moves fluidly through different stages like an impromptu jazz improvisation. For a while it’s relaxed as everyone is close around the girl, lots of low-key “mmmms” and “ohhhs”, hands and cocks providing her a sensory overload as they grope and caress. Then it changes to the higher intensity of just two people rhythmically fucking each other to a crescendo as the others step back to watch. There are periods of relaxed banter and low-key laughter among the guys, the music in the background, for all the world a cocktail party in the middle of which there just happens to be a girl doing her own thing with a guy or two. Then the mood will turn darker, intense and sexually charged, as three or four guys work the girl hard, focusing on their own satisfaction while she becomes a mere fuckdoll for their pleasure. It’s all about light and shade, tension and release. And ideally there’s an overall narrative arc which leaves the girl drained, exhausted, feeling used and left like a rag doll in a heap on the bed. That’s kind of what I was hoping for anyway.
I led Rosy by the hand out of the bathroom and into the centre of the bedroom. The guys had been waiting patiently, and someone had had the presence of mind to put some music on the Wonderboom speaker – a gentle but upbeat Brazilian party playlist which I had chosen carefully for Rosy’s first gangbang. They had been chatting quietly with beers in hand, but the drinks were promptly returned to the table as they took in the sight of Rosy. I had to admit she looked magnificent – dressed like a complete slut and teetering on high heels, the taut curve of her bare butt tantalisingly visible beneath the mini-dress. Her cheeks were still red with a mixture of shame and arousal, and her tomboyish tousled hair topped the red silk blindfold. Her eyes were hidden and I could only imagine what she was thinking. The sense of anticipation was electric.
The three guys I’d chosen to invite were a diverse mix – less Three Amigos, more United Colours of Benetton. Spike, my oldest friend in the group, was a tall, bald, wiry Englishman in his late 40s who had been in KL for some seven years. A born optimist, his enthusiasm for life uzunköprü escort despite various setbacks (and there had been many) was evident in his ready grin and twinkling eyes. His workmates at the High Commission called him Tigger (and on occasion less charitably, behind his back, the Andrex Puppy). John Liu, a Singaporean, was a frequent visitor to the less uptight KL – chubby, bespectacled and well-groomed, he had become wealthy through spotting a gap in the market for an Asian sex website which specialised in explicit photos and real-life dramas of bored Indonesian and Filipina maids far from home and their wealthy Malaysian employers. It was thanks to John that I’d become familiar with the mystifying argot of the region’s mongering community, which lurched from English to Cantonese and Malay to Mandarin – often within the same sentence. At first glance the chatrooms seemed to revolve around an innocent gourmet appreciation for street food, until one realised that local girls were tagged in shorthand according to their stereotyped ethnic foodstuff – NL for Nasi Lemak (Malay), CKT for Char Kuay Teow (Chinese) and so on. John was hoping for a definite step up in social class from his usual diet of off-duty Sunday maids by taking on Rosy Chan – and I’d hinted he would need to be on his best behaviour.
The final guy was Raj, who I hadn’t actually met before, but I’d been persuaded to invite him through the entreaties of Spike. Apparently Raj was notable for possessing a cock which was of average length but had the slightly freakish girth of a Schweppes tonic can. A quick and manly glance downwards confirmed that the irrepressible Spike was correct. Raj was a handsome Indian, in his 30s perhaps, sturdy but lean and well-sculpted, and it was clear he spent a lot of his spare time in the gym. He seemed a little arrogant perhaps (on the other hand who wouldn’t be with an appendage like that? Damn, he had a right to be arrogant!), but Spike had reassured me. Yes, he admitted, Raj could be a little intense, but this was just his manner. They had enjoyed several sex parties together in the past, and Raj had always been the perfect gentleman.
I tend to take a “light touch” approach to gangbangs, preferring to let things flow naturally; but I do find that a well-scripted opening scene is necessary to get things off to a good start. Since I knew Rosy had a fascination with multiple cocks, I laid a cushion on the carpet and pulled her gently down to her knees. The guys, cocks hardening now, circled around her while I undressed to one side.
Rosy could feel the warmth of the bodies encircling her and reached up instinctively to grasp her precious prizes. Willing hands took and guided hers, and she gasped slightly as she realised she was suddenly holding two sizeable and very hard cocks, one in each hand. Within seconds the third cock was steered into her mouth and she took it tentatively at first – probing at the head with her tongue, and then opening her mouth gradually to take it inside. For a moment the new sensations overwhelmed her – she swayed unsteadily and moaned like an animal – but she quickly recovered, rhythmically pumping the two cocks in her hands and sucking greedily on the third.
Spike and John were already groping her breasts and sliding their fingers inside her lacy bra. Naked now too, I squatted behind her and pulled her dress up, undoing her bra clips and letting her small firm breasts with their pretty dark nipples bounce free. I pulled her back against me and nuzzled her neck, running one hand down to her vulva and parting her lips – which were radiating heat and absolutely soaking. I sat there for a while, feeling the primal surge take over the guys being sucked in turn, and enjoying the warmth and motions of Rosy’s small frame as she tried to master the novel demands of three cocks at once, plus a finger deep in her pussy.
I was sensing that it was time for a change of scene; but before that I checked in on Rosy. “Are you OK?” I murmured close to her ear. “Mmm hmmm … so good” she mumbled quietly. Reassured, I told her it was time to start fucking her properly and together we led her onto the bed. “You’ll keep your blindfold on,” I instructed her, “but if you’re a good enough little slut we might let you take it off later.” She made some kind of sound, but otherwise lay there expectantly.
“Let’s run a train on her” someone said, and there were enthusiastic murmurs of agreement. I pointed to Spike, John and Raj to take their turns based on increasing cock size, as I wanted Rosy to experience that little grunt of surprise and pleasure each time a new and larger cock was inserted inside her.
As Spike positioned himself between Rosy’s thighs, John and Raj gave her a cock to take into her mouth, which she seized on greedily, and began to massage her breasts and suck her nipples. I had told the guys in advance that they could be a bit rough van escort with her in terms of spanking and slaps, as I had a sense that Rosy would get turned on by some rough handling. Spike had taken his instructions to heart and spread her legs right back, holding her ankles wide so that her high-heeled shoes were thrust skywards. Rosy gasped in surprise. For me this is one of the small pleasures of a gangbang, seeing a girl in high heels with her legs in a wanton V-shape in the air. I took a couple of photos.
Spike teased the entrance to her pussy with his cock for what seemed like an age, holding back the moment of penetration to a delicious degree. Rosy took John’s cock out of her mouth, moaned “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” and promptly reinserted it for more frenzied sucking. When the thrust eventually came, it was slow, deep and surprisingly considerate – Rosy squealed loudly, to the point that the guys stopped and shot questioning glances at me. But I had heard that squeal before, and I knew from experience that Rosy was in a place of rare delight.
“Keep going guys” I smiled. “She’s your fuckdoll for the night, and she’s only just warming up. You’re a little slut aren’t you?” Rosy made an indeterminate noise as Spike started to pound her, and I repeated the question more firmly. “I’m a little slut and I want all your cocks so badly” she responded in a small voice. “Ohhh fuck …” her voice trailed off, and once again she muttered “I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
After five minutes or so of rhythmical pounding, Spike uttered a groan and ejaculated the first jet of sperm deep inside Rosy Chan. “Good girl!” I said with genuine pride and pleasure. “Oh my goodness …” she shivered, and promptly responded with a small orgasm of her own. Rosy’s good manners eclipsed even her moment of complete sluttiness.
Spike withdrew, leaving a pearl of cum welling from the lower end of Rosy’s honey jar. He stepped back from the scene and we opened couple of fresh beers as John positioned himself between her legs. He pushed his cock quite forcefully into Rosy and she responded with a grunt of surprise, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him down on her. This time the fucking was different, more energetic and primal, and I could see the sweat around Rosy’s blindfold as she lost herself in the moment. John was closer to Rosy’s age, and they seemed sexually well-matched. I noticed that Rosy was holding Raj’s hand in a vice-like grip, and he was keeping himself hard with his other hand, getting highly aroused by the scene right below him.
As the organiser of the event I could stand back and enjoy all this – but I was still mindful that this was Rosy’s very first experience with multiple men. At this moment she was panting rhythmically and being thoroughly used as John’s climax neared. To my mind he overdid the long build-up somewhat, shouting and groaning theatrically, but he redeemed himself by pulling out and spurting three healthy loads, followed by a smattering of pearly droplets, across Rosy’s taut midriff.
Rosy felt the hot splashes and lifted the blindfold a little, peering down at her stomach. “Waah … you guys are so impressive” she murmured,.”Zung jiu … I want more”. She dipped a finger in the cum, swirled it around and brought it to her mouth, where she licked it experimentally, like a new flavour of ice cream. John Liu, still kneeling between her thighs, beamed with pleasure.
“Blindfold down” I ordered, “There’s still two of us to go, then we might think about letting you take it off”.
As Raj moved in over her, I suggested we flip her over and do her in doggy for a while. I did have two ulterior motives for this, to be honest – firstly, Raj’s cock possessed a notable girth, and I wanted Rosy to feel well and truly stretched as she took it inside her. Secondly, I’d noticed she had acquired some new tan lines during her sojourn in Melaka, and the voyeur in me was excited about the sight of her gorgeous upturned butt while she was getting pounded. Rosy was blessed with a slightly larger, rounder ass than most Chinese girls, and to heighten the effect I pulled a pillow under her middle. The plump, creamy skin looked vulnerable in contrast to the delicate caramel of her thighs and back, almost crying out for punishment – but that was for later.
Spike and John moved up the bed to restrain her hands, and Rosy mumbled something unintelligible. I looked down on my handiwork – she was ready. Rosy uttered a low moan, which turned into a howl as Raj slowly eased his cock into her cum-moistened pussy. “Oh GOD, I felt that …”
It’s always interesting to observe other guys’ sex styles in group play, and Raj was definitely taking a different tack with Rosy. Conscious perhaps of the unusual girth of his cock, he started slow and gentle, making every stroke count, to Rosy’s evident aural pleasure. Spike had watched him tenderly fuck a small Asian girl before, and as he pointed out now, it was very hot to watch Rosy’s dark pussy lips cling to the length of Raj’s cock, following it like the tide as it slid slowly in and out. Raj was leaning back, the better to admire the effect he was having on her, and – in contrast to the frenetic efforts of John – his beatific smile gave the impression of some secret pleasure fondly remembered.
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