Shelly gets stood up at a bar - I

This is a beautiful story of how my slutty Indian wife Shelly got stood up by her date, only to end up getting mass-raped by the entire pub.

It's October, 2024, much before Shelly became my wife. Shelly is 25 and has a habit of putting herself in dangerous situations. She found a man for herself on a website for suga-babies. She found an eligible sugar daddy, 25 years older than her, married with kids and a very good job. So, she decided to meet him for a drink at a very large, busy pub with three floors. She decided to dress very tastefully for her master.

She arrived at the bar, her heart fluttering with anticipation for her date. She'd gone all out, slipping into a sleek halter neck backless black jumpsuit that showed her full back and butt in a very provocative way. Since it was backless, she couldn't wear a bra with it. No bra underneath meant that her full breasts bounced freely with every step, her nipples already perking against the material from the cool air. She scanned the crowded room, packed wall-to-wall with men drinking beers and shots, their eyes lingering on her as she made her way to the bar.

She slid onto a stool, crossing her legs, her ass sexily spread out on the wooden bar stool. 'Whiskey neat,' she told the bartender, hoping the burn would steady her nerves. One drink turned into two, then three, as the minutes ticked by without a sign of her date. The men around her grew bolder, their gazes turning into smirks. 'Tough night?' one guy asked, leaning in close, his breath hot on her shoulder. 'A beauty like you shouldn't be alone, sweetheart.'

She forced a smile, sipping her glass. 'Just waiting on someone.' But he didn't back off. Instead, his hand brushed her fully exposed back, then slid to her waist. 'Looks like he's a fool for standing you up. Let us keep you company.' Before she could protest, another man from the side pressed against her, his fingers grazing the side of her breast through the halter. She froze, a mix of shock and the alcohol buzzing in her veins keeping her from pulling away immediately.

They surrounded her stool, a wall of bodies cutting her off from the rest of the bar. They started groping her breasts, hips and pussy. Hands roamed freely on her body now—two men cupping her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until her nipples hardened. Another man took an ice cube from the bar and started rubbing it on her left nipple. Shelly gasped, moaned and threw her head back in pleasure. Another man pinched her right nipple sharply, rolling it between his fingers, drawing a gasp from her lips. 'Feels good, doesn't it?' he murmured, while behind her, someone groped her ass, fingers digging into the firm cheeks through the thin fabric, kneading roughly.

Shelly squirmed, her voice weak. 'Stop... please.' But the crowd only laughed, more hands joining in. One man tugged at the halter strap, exposing her young breasts to the air, her dark nipples erect and begging for attention. They pinched and twisted both her nipples at the same time, her body betraying her with unwelcome tingles. Ass cheeks spread under probing fingers, one even slipping between her thighs to rub her pussy through the jumpsuit.

'Enough teasing,' a deep voice growled from the group. They moved as one, hands everywhere, undoing her provocative dress completely. Her breasts bounced free, heavy and full, and the men started sucking her nipples two at a time. Shelly enjoyed a lot, moaning seductively as men in droves drank her milk.

Two at a time, twenty men took turns sucking her milk. A handsome man buried his face in her right tit, his teeth grazing her areola as he suckled. He pinched the other nipple to make Shelly hornier, making her whimper. Her breasts ached from the relentless attention, swollen and bruised as they passed her between them like a toy.

While they feasted, some greedy men's hands delved lower. Fingers parted her thighs, exposing her shaved choot, already soaking wet from the unwanted arousal. An ugly man shoved two fingers inside her choot without warning, pumping fast. But it escalated— he replaced them with his whole hand, folding his fingers into a fist and pushing it into her tight hole. Shelly cried out, her walls stretching around the intrusion as he twisted and thrust, knuckles grinding against her g-spot. She came hard, and the ugly man withdrew his hand, making her scream again.

Men washed their right hands with alcohol before shoving them inside Shelly's choot. One after another, they coated their hands in her juices, punching in deep, making her body convulse. Shelly's hoarse screams turned to demure sobs as orgasms ripped through her against her will.

The men cleared a table in the center of the bar, laying her down on the sticky wood, her sexy legs spread wide. The crowd had swelled—word spread fast, drawing in more from the rest of the bar, including from the other floors. One hundred fifty strong now, they lined up for her beautiful Indian choot, cocks out and hard, ranging from thick veiny shafts to long curved ones, all throbbing for her sexy choot.

The first grabbed her hips, slamming his cock into her abused choot in one brutal thrust. He fucked her hard, balls slapping her ass, grunting as he chased his release. Shelly's hands clawed at the table, tears streaming, but her body clenched around him, milking his dick until he flooded her with hot cum. He pulled out, only for the next to plunge in, stirring the load deeper.

They took her relentlessly, one after another. Some pinned her arms, others held her legs apart as they pounded her sopping cunt. Cum leaked from her in rivers, pooling beneath her ass, but they didn't stop. A huge man with a girthy cock stretched her wider, rutting like an animal until he erupted inside her womb. She was curious about this man. Let's call him Mr. X for now.

Hours blurred into a haze of thrusting hips and splashing seed. By midnight, her pussy was a cum-soaked wreck, overflowing with dozens of loads. They flipped her onto her stomach, her ass up n the air, as cocks drilled her slutty choot from behind, hands spanking her buttcheeks red. She begged hoarsely, but it only spurred them on—'Take it, slut,' they snarled, filling her again.

Dawn crept in through the bar's grimy windows, the last men still going. The final one, a massive guy with a cock like a battering ram, hammered her until she blacked out from the overload, waking only to feel his cum jet deep inside. Exhausted, covered in sweat, milk, and semen, Shelly lay there as the bar emptied.