My Rough Interracial Gangbang With 8 UK Drill Rappers (Part 1)

When I was hired to handle marketing for a gang of UK Drill rappers, I didn’t see it turning into a rough, 5-hour interracial gangbang. This is my confession.

“Catherine,” my supervisor asked tentatively, “I have a huge favour to ask. We’ve just had a contract to handle marketing for a UK Drill rap group, and nobody will touch them with a barge pole. Would you be up for it?”

If you’ve read my infamous book, you’ll know that my full-time job is as a senior marketing manager for a global company. At least, it is until I can pursue being a full-time, Porn-fuelled whore as a living.

For the uninitiated, Drill music hit the UK in 2012 and has since spread nationwide. It’s extreme gangster rap known for haunting instrumentals and extremely violent lyrics.

Many UK Drill artists are ex-cons, active criminals, and quite scary individuals. But I grew up on Belfast’s Falls Road in the 1990s, so I wasn’t deterred. I took the job.

Working Alongside Hakim And The Boys

A week later, I was on my way to Birmingham to meet our client, who we’ll call Hakim. Ok, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t intimidated when I arrived.

Walking into a Jamaican cafe in South Birmingham, I was greeted by Hakim and 9 of his friends. All of them were dressed in black, rowdy, and Alpha.

They tried to be friendly, but it was hard not to be unsettled by being a petite woman alone in a room with a gang of strong, black men with a penchant for violence.

Hakim, a business-minded 27-year-old who’d just been released from prison and was trying to turn away from a life of crime and produce music instead, dominated the room.

“I was at the final music video shoot of the job and still had cum seeping out my holes from the night before. But my sopping wet cunt and porn-riddled brain were insatiable.”

His friends who attempted to flit with me were shut down instantly, although I didn’t mind. Hakin was focused on my marketing abilities and was quickly impressed by my ideas.

I worked closely with Hakim and many of his friends for the next three weeks. I was based between my Airbnb/office and on set at various drill music videos in the city to coordinate the action and gather marketing material.

My position saw me planning to hire luxury cars for music videos, arranging permits, and even sourcing prop movie guns to feature in the video. The latter were securely locked at my Airbnb until the job was finished.

I wasn’t the only woman there. The boys sourced escorts, strippers, and other loose women to feature in their videos, and casual sex was rampant.

(Here’s an example of a UK Drill video similar to the project I worked on)

They assumed I was off-limits in my business attire and being there in a very professional role. Oh, how wrong they all were.

The time flew by, and I built up a great rapport with the boys. They were all black Afro-Caribbean from the Midlands, and I was a blonde Irish girl from Belfast.

We were both from completely different cultures but shared some fascinating common points. I talked extensively about my upbringing in Northern Ireland and what I experienced.

On the other hand, they shared stories growing up in the face of racial inequality in the Midlands and the horrors and loss of life involved in lives dominated by crime.

Corrupted By Pornosexual Thoughts

But, it was inevitable. The more time I spent with the boys, the more my cunt began to dominate my mind. I began to increasingly fantasize about being brutally fucked by all of them.

I prioritized my professional image and tried my best not to corrupt any of them and pull them into my soaking wet snatch. But I did need to take out my sexual frustration somehow.

Almost every night at my Airbnb, I browsed sites like Ashley Madison and looked for black men. It’s safe to say I found quite a few horny lads in Birmingham.

“Oh, fuck, Hakimmm! Cum in my cheap fuckin’ cunt!”… I’d often find myself calling out Hakim’s name, or those of his friends, as random black guys fucked me senseless.

I was very discreet online, though. After all, I sought out black guys of the same subculture. Not only might Hakim and his friends be on my favourite hookup sites, but so could his rivals.

As the job wound down towards the end of the contract, I spent one night with two 19-year-old black guys in my apartment and was double penetrated, used, and abused by both of them.

The next day, I was at the final music video shoot of the job and still had cum seeping out my holes from the night before. But my sopping wet cunt and porn-riddled brain were insatiable.

Watching these strong black men acting Alpha for the cameras, getting rowdier, and treating the skanky women they’d brought with them like sex toys made me damp.

I slipped to the toilet every hour or so to rub my hungry slit to orgasm. Little did I know, I should have saved myself because I had no idea what the night had in store.

The final scene of the shoot marked the end of a long and hard three weeks. The guys went nuts. Popping off champagne and celebrating.

“Yoo! Cath! Get over here!” Hakim shouted as the boys made space for me on a luxury AMG they’d hired, “you’re a top fuckin’ gyal, ya know? We couldn’t have done this without you!”

The boys were going to a club to celebrate. I was told I was coming with them; they weren’t taking no for an answer.

I’ll admit I was apprehensive. I know how bad I can be when I’m drunk, and I was concerned about losing my job for trying to fuck my clients.

Drama in the Nightclub

I dressed in an outfit that took the boys by surprise. They hadn’t seen me wearing anything other than my formal work outfit until now, and my black leather miniskirt and the figure-hugging top turned many heads.

However, the atmosphere with the boys in the club wasn’t my vibe. Tense, hostile, and threatening, I really wanted to leave.

We’d been drinking for about six hours, and I struggled to walk straight. By this point, I, Hakim, seven of his friends, and two skanky girls who’d been in the music videos.

Their cleavage was hanging out audaciously, they reeked of cheap perfume, and they’d pumped so much silicone into their body they looked 80% plastic.

Being in the presence of these girls made me jealous. I wanted to be like them and looked at like an objectified fuck doll rather than a professional woman.

We’d been sitting in a booth, and Hakim and a gym-built friend of his penned me in. My pussy leaked down my thighs, and I imagined both of them spit-roasting me like a cheap skank.

Luckily, my chance came a few hours in when security staff told them to leave at around 23:00. Despite a few of them wanting to cause absolute carnage; I managed to defuse the situation.

However, as well as a lot of inappropriate touching, the drama the guys caused led to the girls from the music video bailing. I was left as the last girl standing.

“Guys, we won’t get into any clubs after this; the security will have pre-warned everyone on their radios,” I told the group, “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t we go back to my apartment and have a party there?”

The idea went down well. Within twenty minutes, we were in four taxis on the way back to my two-bedroom apartment, with a pit stop at a shop to stock up on a huge amount of alcohol.

I gave the boys control of the Alexa, and, of course, their choice was aggressive Drill music. The party was booming, and the atmosphere was amazing.

I Need Some Help

We’d been drinking into the early hours, and I found myself again penned in amongst these muscular Alpha black guys. But the mood was about to take a dramatic turn.

“Hey, Cath! I know this is bad, but I and Jamie want to bring a brass (slang for a hooker) over. Is that cool?” One guy said while on the phone with a local sex worker.

“No, babe. I really can’t”, I said whilst fighting every urge to say yes and revel in the post-sex mess of a cheap whore and black semen, “I’ll lose my job if anything goes wrong”.

Of course, I didn’t give a fuck about my job at this point. I wouldn’t let some hooker take money to ride these cocks when I planned to do it myself for free.

“God, you’re all so horny since the girls left!” I shouted with booze-fuelled bravado while getting up to pee, “I hope you’re not expecting me to take their place!”

The noise in the room dipped. I felt all eyes on me like I was staring at a pack of wolves. The guys said nothing, but the seed had been planted in their heads. My plan was in motion.

In the toilet, I slid out of my panties, watched BNWO porn, and rubbed my clit furiously to trigger myself further. After edging myself to the point of making Ahegao faces, I was ready.

“My plump lips crawled up his black shaft inch by inch until they were nestled in his pubic hair. As my eyes bulged out of my head, I looked up at him and forced my wet tongue out to lick his balls.”

Coming back into the room, I heard awkward hushed tones. They’d clearly been talking about me. I sat back in my place and waited for the inevitable.

“So, Cath…” Hakim said, smirking as his friends struggled to hide their laughter, “What’s the situation with you? You got a boyfriend, or are you engaged or what?”

“No, babe. I’ve had a few, but I prefer to be single now. Plus, I haven’t found a boyfriend who can keep up”, I said, giggling. “Oh! I mean with my career, not in bed. Obviously!”

I was trying to be fun, but nobody was smiling. The alcohol was flowing, and I was quickly shedding my professional image and shifting into the type of whores these guys dick down daily.

“Have you ever been with a black lad before?” One of Hakim’s friends asked bluntly.

“Of course. I’m with eight of them now, aren’t I?” I said with a smirk.

“No, he means, have you ever been fucked by a black guy, babe” Hakim confirmed.

“Only in my dreams, haha! I do watch a lot of BBC porn, though. Oh my god, why have I just told you that?” I giggled, playing the babe in the woods routine further.

“Well, this room is your dream come true. Isn’t it, babe?” Another one of his friends retorted.

“I guarantee she’d tap out at the first dick. She’s all talk, this one”, a particularly rude and annoying friend of Hakim’s commented.”

“Nah, nobody in here has the balls to fuck me. You all see me like your boss.” Fuck, I was good. I was brainwashing these fuckers, yet they thought they were the ones in control.

My Plan to Initiate a Rough Interracial Gangbang Begins

It was time to execute my plan. I stood up to go to the toilet again, despite not needing to go. With my phone in my hand, I purposefully dropped it on the floor.

Bending over to pick it up, I flashed my bare pussy to half of the guys in the room. Those who didn’t see it would surely get a field report when I left the room.

“Guys, can someone give me a hand?” I shouted drunkenly from the bathroom whilst pretending I’d drunk too much.

Suddenly, three of the guys were standing at the open door of the bathroom and staring at me, sitting on the toilet with my miniskirt around my ankles and my pussy exposed for all to see.

“That vodka has gone straight to my legs”, I bullshitted and laughed. Can one of you give me a hand up? The guys almost became wedged in the doorframe as they rushed towards me.

A pair of strong black hands lifted me to my feet in no time, and I was face to face with one of Hakim’s smirking friends as the others blatantly glared at my pussy from the door.

“Lift my skirt back up as well, babe?” I slurred before stopping them as my skirt was pulled up around my knees, “wait… It’s still wet; will someone dry it for me?”

Suddenly, a strong black hand scraped against my quivering slit. Looking down, I could see my pussy grool coating his divine black skin.

“She ain’t lying, ya know?” Hakim’s friend laughed, causing everyone in the room to stare in anticipation at what was about to happen. It was time to execute my plan.

“My Name is Catherine Duffy, and I’m Here to Serve”

I slowly bent down into a squat and spread my smooth thighs so the boys in the bathroom could all see my perverted slit. I was ready to introduce them to who I really was.

“My name is Catherine Duffy”, I said whilst spitting on my fingers and rubbing my engorged clit, “up until now, you’ve seen me as a professional woman, but the reality is I’m a debauched whore and a proud porn addict. From the first day of this project, I’ve fantasized about being brutally fucked by each and every one of you. It’s our last night, and I don’t want to leave this city without emptying all of your balls. Please don’t neglect the cheap whore before you and give me what I deserve after all of my hard w-“.

I couldn’t even finish the sentence. I was dragged up by the hand of Hakim and taken down the hallway into the bedroom. The faces of the men around me ranged from shock and laughter to perverted grins.

“Hakim… Hakim, wait!” I said in a rattled voice as he threw my half-exposed body onto the large bed. “You’re the boss, so make sure I’m fucked like a whore; I don’t want this to be gentle. This isn’t love”.

With a solemn nod, Hakim fished his black cock out of a pair of designer jeans and presented it in front of my face.

“If you want the honour of fucking my boys, let’s see how good you are first”, he said whilst slapping my cheek with his dick and leaving a small trail of precum on my face.

Now, I’ve sucked a lot of cock. But few have been as important as this one. If I didn’t impress Hakim, my pussy would be abandoned, and I wouldn’t have the honour of being a pincushion for black meat.

Shifting him around the far side of the bed, I launched a mouthful of alcohol-lined spit on his divine cock and bent over on all fours so all of his friends could see my hanging pussy meat and high-mileage asshole. For five minutes, I choked myself senselessly on Hakim’s dick until my face was a mess of makeup, precum, spit, and tears.

My plump lips crawled up his black shaft inch by inch until they were nestled in his pubic hair. As my eyes bulged out of my head, I looked up at him and forced my wet tongue out to lick his balls.

“Sir… Is it time?” I asked Hakim, looking up at him with tears in my eyes and a line of thick drool connecting my bottom lip to his throbbing black cock, “have I earned my place?”

“Fuckin’ get stuck in boys!” Hakim said, looking up at his gang of friends lingering at the door, most of whom were jerking their black dicks in their hands.

“No holes barred”, I said whilst turning around and spanking my ass, “whatever you want from me, take it. Put some porn on the TV and saddle up, boys!”

A triple penetration Anal Vids gangbang began playing on the TV as a hand gripped my hair and forced my back down onto Hakim’s dick, and slammed my throat on it mercilessly. The sounds of my gagging filled the air.

I whimpered as a long wet tongue plunged deep into my perfectly shaved cunt and asshole. Little did I know that I should have made the most out of it because it was the last tender loving my holes would get that night.

“Fuck me, man!” One of Hakim’s friends shouted as he opened my bedside drawer, looking for condoms, “look at all of this shit!”

My perverse collection of sex toys, lubricants, and condoms was thrown on the bed, and I could hear myself being mocked as I obliterated my throat on Hakim’s cock as a tongue slid deep inside my asshole.

The boys were amazed at some of my gear and wasted no time drunkenly testing them out on my holes. I knew I needed my energy for this interracial gangbang, so I stopped them just shy of my squirting. However, I requested that they leave the large metal butt plug in.

“Spread those legs, you fuckin’ whore!” Hakim grunted as he aimed his dribbling black cock up against my aching slit, “we’ve all been wanting to do this to you all week!”

Hakim didn’t hold back, he wasn’t gentle, and he certainly wasn’t romantic. His cock thrust into me at full force in a mixture of pain and pleasure and forced me to release a squeal. My head hung over the bed’s border as I locked eyes with Hakim in pure lust.

“Bruv, get this slut out of my face, yeah?” Hakim said to his friend as my head was yanked back over the edge of the bed and my pussy was pumped mercilessly.

Suddenly, his naked friend decided to make full use of my mouth and slid his cock down my throat in a relentless upside-down BJ.

In the rare pauses I was allowed to catch my breath from the brutal assault going down my neck, the room was filled with the sound of my pussy being defiled and the “schlop, schlop, schlop” of jerking black meat.

“Fuck, make my throat pregnant!” I growled at the strong black man fucking me, “pump that black seed into my belly. I’m begging you!”

Without a word, this dick began railing my throat in sync with Hakim ploughing my cunt. I felt two hands pin my wrists to the bed on either side of me, turning me into a human Fleshlight for black men’s pleasure.

“Fuckin’ hell, boys! Her throat is like a pussy!” Hakim’s friend said before I felt the ominous pulses jerking through his meat before he delivered a flood of man juice down my neck as my body convulsed, trying to take it all down at once.

As he pulled out, my face was encrusted with deepthroat drool, pre-cum, and more tears. I smeared it all over myself, and, in a lust-fuelled rage, I tore off my remaining clothes to reveal my naked body.

The boys took turns on me, each of them fucking harder than the last. They all seemed determined to make me tap out, and although they gave it a pretty good try, they had no idea who they were fucking with.

However, up until this point, there was the elephant in the room. None of them had fucked my pussy and ass bareback yet. This was something I had to change.

Things were about to escalate dramatically, I was to experience a plethora of punishment, humiliation, and pleasure in one BBC gangbang, and it’s too much to fit into one story.

To read part II of this brutal interracial gangbang (if you can stomach it), check it out here.