Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.
Taylor VanCannon.
*****
I sat behind the wheel of my BMW and stared at the graffiti in the parking garage. I visualized steam billowing from my ears and felt my head was ready to explode. Three months of work had gone up in smoke because my fucking boss dinged me for a grammatical error. Give me a fucking break.
I texted Cecil, my husband: Call when you can.
He was an ER doc and always on call, so trying to reach him during the day was always a crapshoot.
“Hey,” I snarled, answering the phone.
“You sound pissed. What’s up?”
Apparently, I did a poor job of hiding my anger. “Yeah… bad day at the office.” I worked in mergers and acquisitions for a boutique investment firm and just had my latest project pulled out from under me because of an error made by my assistant.
“Anything I can do?”
“Yeah, you can take my mind off the Pennysnatcher merger.”
He chuckled. “Sounds like a bad porn movie. What happened?”
“Kathy, my cunt boss, pulled my project and gave it to that little fucking weasel I was telling you about.”
“Lenny… your assistant?”
“Yeah, he’s been undermining me every chance he gets… and now it looks like he finally succeeded. Dollars to donuts he’s banging Kathy.” I didn’t know that, but it sounded like a good rumor to get started.
“Are you done for the day?”
“Fucking-A,” I said, glancing down at my watch. It was only noon. “In fact, I may be done forever. Speaking of bad porn, how about we do a date night… you know, to help take my mind off this fucking disaster.”
“I’m in,” he said, “are you up for letting me pick the movie… you know, something raunchy?”
He knew I preferred tender and romantic, but he couldn’t resist pushing for more. I laughed out loud. “Trying to take advantage of a damsel in distress?”
“Hope springs eternal, should I pick something timid… like a threesome.”
I giggled. “Oh, come on, you can do better than that. How about that gangbang chick you wanted me to watch a few months ago… what’s her name?”
“Reilly Reid?”
The excitement in his voice was unmistakable. “Yeah, that’s her,” I said, wondering what kind of raunchy I’d just signed up for.
“Where are you?”
“In my car, in the parking garage. Any chance you can get away… for a backseat quickie.” Cecil’s hospital was within walking distance, and the thought of a down and dirty back seat fuck lifted my spirits.
“I wish, but the dealers appear to be running a special today, so we’re flooded with drug overdoses.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I have a few minutes… if you want a little phone relief.”
I put my phone on speaker and placed it in its dash mount. “That will have to do… tell me about it… the gangbang.”
“Is your hand in your pants?”
“It is now,” I said, weaving my finger through my kinky red pubes before slipping a finger into the very wet folds of my swollen pussy lips.
“Are you wet?”
“You know I am. Tell me about Riley. What’s she look like?”
“She reminds me of you… a sexy green-eyed redhead.”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, “I already like her… how red?”
“Darker than you, but your size… you know, petite with a neatly trimmed bush.”
I slipped a finger up inside my cunt. “Oh, now you like it trimmed?”
“I love your natural bush… and your hairy pits never cease to get my cock hard.”
“You’re sweet,” I cooed, “speaking of cocks… shoot me a pic?”
“I love it when you get nasty… give me a sec, there’s a private bathroom off the day lounge.”
My screen filled with Cecil’s gorgeous ebony dick. It hung down nearly eight inches and was adorned with a sterling silver cock ring. “God, your cock is beautiful… how many?”
“Huh?”
“You know, how many guys; what else do I need to know about a gangbang?”
He laughed. “Eight… I think, I haven’t watched the video in a while.”
I moaned as my clit came to life. “Then eight’s my new lucky number. Tell me what you remember.”
“She wore lacy white lingerie and did a little bump and grind while the guys stroked their cocks to get them nice and hard.”
I shifted in my seat to spread my legs… and my pussy lips. “Any big black cocks… like yours?”
“It’s porn, are there any other kind?”
I moaned louder and tugged on my hard nipples. “Hurry, get to the good stuff… I’m ready to come.”
“She does three guys right off the bat.”
“Airtight?” I asked, suspecting that might get his attention.
“You know what that is?”
“Been there… done that.”
“What the fuck, Cecilia, you never told me about that.”
His unexpected reaction momentarily tamped down my budding desire. I said, impatiently, “Your rugby roommate… at Columbia.” An astute high school counsellor once advised me to take up rugby if I wanted a shot at an Ivy League education. I took her advice and convinced my parents to send me to summer rugby camps in Australia during my last two years of high school. It worked like a charm and earned me a full ride scholarship to Columbia.
“Ralph?” he asked, sheepishly.
“That’s right, you were fucking me from behind when he walked in on us.”
Cecil groaned. “I still can’t believe you invited him to join us. Besides, what does that have to do with you getting… airtight?”
“Hey, we were both drunk.” I hesitated, as an image of Ralph’s huge cock, even bigger than Cecil’s, flashed in my mind. I definitely remembered that. Eager to get back on track, I dragged my finger over my clit. “Mmmm,” I cooed, “remember, you had two other roommates.”
“Damn,” he said, “You fucked Jimmy and Seth too?”
Getting busted only heightened my desire. “It was Ralph’s idea… besides, you were supposed to be there.”
“Damn, Cecilia, he never told me–”
“Oh fuck, Cecil,” I shrieked, cutting him off, “I’m gonna…” My body exploded with orgasmic pleasure. “FUCK-K-K-K YES-S-S,” I screamed into the phone.
Cecil had the good sense to keep quiet and listen to my expletive laden orgasmic rant. When I was done, he said, “You are so fucking sexy, Cecilia. Let’s go somewhere special tonight.”
“So you’re not mad?”
“Water under the bridge. Let’s spend the night in the city… at the Carlyle.”
Cecil’s choice of a gangbang intrigued me, and I was warming up to indulging his fantasy. “I like the sound of that. Who knows, maybe we can bring your fantasy to life.”
He laughed out loud. “Then I better request a suite.”
I hesitated, fearful I’d pushed this too far. “Seriously?”
“You did do three of my roommates… what’s a few more?”
I could hear the subtle challenge in his voice and decided to leave the door open. “Well, since you put it that way…”
“I could call Ralph… maybe he could help me pull it together… it would be just like old times.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. My husband was offering me up for a real gangbang, with his old rugby buddies no less. Unfortunately, my lust was getting the better of me. “How did it end?”
“How did what end?”
I curled my fingertip up under my swollen clit. “Riley Reid’s gangbang, how did it end.”
“They painted her with eight gooey loads… a real cum dumpster.”
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself covered in cum. “Cecil,” I whispered, flicking my clit.
“What, Darling?”
“I’m gonna come again.”
*****
I glanced up at the fanciful murals adorning the walls of Bemelmans Bar. The Carlyle had become a regular stop for our special date nights. It had been over twenty minutes since I texted Cecil that I’d arrived, and I’d yet to hear from him. Not a good sign.
The bartender placed a second dirty martini next to my empty glass. “On the house,” he said with a wide grin.
“Thanks,” I said, returning his smile. It was a far cry from the initial reaction I got when I took a seat at the bar. I’d spent most of the afternoon at the spa getting dolled up for… well, to fulfill whatever fantasy Cecil might put together for tonight. Apparently, my outfit from Victoria’s Secret was too far over the top, and the bartender’s frown made it abundantly clear that working women were not welcome. He lightened up after I slipped him my room card and explained my husband would be joining me.
“Finally,” I muttered under my breath when my phone vibrated. I picked it up and whispered, “Tell me you’re on your way.”
“I wish I could,” he said, “but there’s a big pileup on the expressway and they’ve put a hold on all staff leaving until it’s sorted out.”
“How long?”
“Dunno,” he said, apologetically. “How’re you doing?”
I turned away from the bartender to hide my aggravation. “I’m horny as hell,” I said, “ever since you chatted me up about… you know, doing a gangbang.”
“Sorry about that, Babe, but I’m due in surgery in five minutes.”
“Fuck, Cecil, I’m already buzzed… and more than a little ready to be fucked… if you know what I mean. At least tell me you were able to reach Ralph?”
“Yeah, I did, but he’s living out west… so that’s a bust.”
“Fuck,” I muttered into the phone. “You’ve got me all wound up with nobody…” I let my thought trail off, unwilling to verbalize the desire building within me.
“Hang in there, Babe… something will turn up.”
I giggled. “Don’t you mean somebodies… as in plural?”
“In your dreams, I’ll be there for you as soon as I can.”
“Hurry,” I said and blew him a kiss with a loud smack and ended the call.
“Trouble with the Mr.,” the bartender said, lifting my glass and wiping the bar.
I shrugged my shoulders. “He’s gonna be late… just keep the martinis coming.”
“You got it,” he said with a wide smile.
*****
I was well into my second martini when a young man took a seat a few barstools down from me. His rugged good looks got my attention.
“Welcome back, Noah,” the bartender said to the man, setting out a bowl of nuts. “The usual?”
Noah nodded without speaking.
I watched in amazement as the bartender set out a line of eight Fosters beer cans, the big 25 ouncers. Hmmm, didn’t I just tell Cecil that eight was my new lucky number?
The man reached for a can and popped the top. He glanced in my direction and did a subtle double take.
I’m not sure if he was reacting to my sultry green dress or my dropped jaw. Who drinks eight giant cans of beer?
“Cheers,” he said with a thick Australian accent.
I smiled and raised my glass. “Aussie, Aussie, Aussie.”
“Oi, oi, oi,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear. “You’ve been down under?”
I nodded and said, “Rugby clinics… back in my college days.”
He smacked the bar top with his palm. “Fair dinkum?”
I chuckled. “Haven’t heard that one in a long time.”
“Rugby’s my game. I’m here with my mates putting on a clinic for the Columbia women’s team.”
I arched my eyebrows. “That’s my alma mater,” I said with a broad grin, “I played rugby all four years.”
He looked me over cautiously, then asked, “How long ago was that?”
I shrugged, knowing that he was fishing for my age. “About ten years ago. Where are your mates?”
“They’ll be along,” he said with a wry smile, “it’s our last night here… and they’re taking one last stab at the ladies, but it’s not looking good.”
I gave him a curious look. “That’s not the way I remembered the last night of rugby clinics.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I’ve heard stories about the old days… can’t get the time of day from this lot. Go figure.”
I smiled. “My husband’s tied up at work… looks like we’re in the same predicament.”
A broad grin widened across his face. “The cad, did you have plans?”
“Uh huh,” I said, “we have a suite reserved… upstairs.”
“I already envy him,” he said, taking a long drink from his can of Fosters. “Join me, I’d love to hear more.”
I slipped off my barstool and moved down next to him. Extending my hand, I said, “I’m Cecilia.”
He took my hand and gave it a firm squeeze. “Noah, and I’m please to meet you. Tell me about your plans.”
Knowing where this conversation could lead, I threw caution to the wind and lowered my voice. “Date night, a little something we call porn night… I was really looking forward to it.”
His hand shot to his mouth to keep from spitting out a mouthful of beer.
I giggled. “TMI?”
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Not at all… in fact, I’d love to hear more. What exactly is porn night?”
“Nothing too dramatic,” I whispered, “we pick a porn video to watch… you know, something inspiring.”
“Oh,” he said, “and what video did you pick for tonight.”
“Well,” I said, letting the suspense build, “It was Cecil’s turn to pick… that’s my husband… he had his heart set on a gangbang video staring Reilly Reid.”
“Damn,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s a shame you’ll have to miss that one… in fact, I’m pretty sure me and the boys have seen it. As I recall, you two look a lot alike. Are you Irish?”
I smiled and took a stab at an Irish brogue. “Ay now, did me red hair and green eyes give it away?” I casually placed my left hand on his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He laughed at my feeble attempt at humor before glancing down at his watch. “Our flight home is tonight… just after midnight. We don’t have much time.”
I smiled. “Let me check with Cecil… if he gives me the thumbs up I think I can give you and your mates a proper send off.”
His eyes grew wide with anticipation. “Let me do it.”
“You want to ask my husband?”
“I can be very persuasive.”
I dialed Cecil’s number, silently praying that he would answer. The moment I heard him pick up, I handed the phone to Noah. “Put it on speaker.”
He shook his head. “No way, this is between Cecil and me.”
I moved my hand up his thigh and squeezed his bulging cock. “Okay, but you better make it happen… I’m not turning back now.”
“Hey, Cecil,” he said, “this is Noah. I’m here at Bemelmans… sitting next to your gorgeous wife.”
I tried to eavesdrop, but Noah held the phone out of earshot. I tugged on the tail of his belt and pulled it free of the buckle.
“Good ear,” Noah said, replying to my husband. “I am Australian. I’m here with my mates, putting on a clinic at Columbia… for the women’s team.”
I unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers, frustrated that I couldn’t hear what my husband’s reply.
“I know… she told me all about her time in Australia. In fact, we’ve been trading stories about her time with the team… especially what went on after the clinics… back in the old days.”
I unzipped his fly just as three of his mates approached us.
Noah turned and shushed them with a finger to his lips, then motioned to the beers lined up at the bar.
They each took a beer, sized up the situation, then swiped their fingers across their lips, zipping them shut.
Noah nodded, apparently liking Cecil’s reply. “Yeah, too bad this crop of ladies aren’t as enthusiastic as Cecilia… she must have been a real fireball back in the day.”
I opened his trousers and slipped my fingers over the top of his boxers, discreetly fishing for his cock.
Noah winked and gave me a knowing look as he replied to Cecil. “No kidding, would you believe there are eight of us?”
I wrapped my fingers around his stiffening cock.
“Hey, Cecil,” he said, steeling his composure. “We’re kind of pressed for time… and… well, Cecilia already has her fingers wrapped around my cock. She mentioned something about giving us a proper send off.”
His three mates figured out where this was going and gathered around me to shield us from any prying eyes.
“I like the sound of that,” Noah said, “Should I tell her.”
“Tell me what?” I said, glancing up at him.
“Cecil suggested you suck my cock… you know, to make sure you’re serious about taking us on.”
There was no hiding the astonishment in my eyes. Discreetly toying with Noah’s cock in the bar was a far cry from sucking him off in public. On the plus side, there was no doubt in my mind that Cecil was on board for me doing the entire lot of them. “Here?”
Noah nodded, giving me a little hip bump, reminding me that his cock needed attention.
Throwing caution to the wind, I discretely bent down and devoured his turgid cock, slathering it with saliva.
“Oh yeah, Cecil, you were right. She’s one accomplished cocksucker. And there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s ready to take us on… are you sure you’re okay with it?”
I pulled off his cock and grabbed the phone. “It’s me, Baby.”
“Hey, Honey,” Cecil said, “are you really sucking his cock at the bar.”
I giggled. “That was your idea… but I can’t say it hadn’t already crossed my mind. I only wish you were here to… watch.”
He replied, cautiously. “What are you planning to do?”
I gazed into Noah’s eyes as I replied to Cecil, imitating an Australian accent. “I figured I’d go full Reilly Reid on all eight of these blokes.” Rather than wait for his reply, I handed Noah the phone and dove back down on his hard cock.
Noah listened to Cecil, who thought he was still talking to me. Excited by what he’d just heard, he interrupted Cecil, “I think we’re on the same wavelength Cecil… and I love the idea of a cum dumpster finish.”
I pulled off his cock and grabbed the phone. “Really, Cecil, a cum dumpster?”
Cecil laughed. “Hey, in for a dime, in for a dollar. I’d love to watch… any chance you can video it for me?”
“The whole thing?”
“Of course,” he said, his voice tinged with envy. “It’s the next best thing to being there.”
Noah’s four remaining mates sidled up to the bar, oblivious to what was in store for them.
After saying goodby to Cecil, I punched up the video and handed the phone back to Noah. “Cecil wants the whole thing on video… are you okay with that?”
“I like the way he thinks,” Noah said, aiming the phone towards my face.
The new arrivals peered in to see what was going on.
I adjusted the phone to make sure it had my face framed nice and close, then went back down on Noah’s cock, taking it as deep as I could.
Noah’s mates move in close to me and I instantly felt hands cup my ass and breasts. Within moments, the hands had discretely wiggled in under my clothes and were touching my most sensitive spots.
Noah turned to his mates. “Nice and quiet, we don’t want to make a scene here at the bar.”
I lifted my head off Noah’s cock just as a finger entered my wet cunt. “Ahhh,” I cooed and went back down on Noah. More hands roamed my body, tweaking my hard nipples. I moved my feet apart to make room for a second finger up inside my slippery cunt.
“Oh fuck yeah, Cecilia, suck my cock,” Noah whispered, “I’m getting close.”
I redoubled my efforts, furiously bobbing my head on his stiff rod. I felt yet another hand on my backside, this time probing my tight little pucker. The sensation nearly sent me over the edge.
“Fuck,” Noah said, nearly drawing the attention of nearby patrons.
He exploded in my mouth just as my body erupted in a monster orgasm. Luckily, his pulsing cock muffled my cries of pleasure and together I drained his cock without drawing any unwanted attention. However, that wasn’t true of the bartender, who had an unobstructed view of my performance. I stood and wiped a droplet of cum from my lips, and gave the bartender a knowing wink. I gazed back into the camera and sucked the cum off the tip of my finger.
“That’s a wrap,” Noah said, turning off the camera. “Let’s take this movie upstairs.”
*****
Cedric took my hand as I entered the elevator. “Evening, Mrs. Cecilia,” he said in a smooth baritone.
The Carlisle was one of the few establishments that kept the tradition of elevator operators alive. Cedric was a relic of the past, older, distinguished and discreet… very discreet. The first time Cecil and I came here for our date night, we were none too careful about our lust for each other. Cedric correctly read our mood and offered to make an unscheduled stop on the way to our floor. I eagerly agreed, despite Cecil’s objections. Getting fucked in the mirrored elevator while Cedric watched turned out to be one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Cedric never failed to greet us by name and never failed to include an unscheduled stop on the way up to our room.
I smiled graciously. “Good evening, Cedric, Cecil is running late tonight.”
“Sorry to hear that, Ma’am,” he said, eyeing the Aussies lined up behind me. “Will these fine gentlemen be joining you?”
I nodded and leaned in close to him. “Can you make our regular stop?”
His smile was barely perceptible, however, I detected a hint of surprise in his eyes. “Of course, Mrs. Cecilia, as you wish.”
I gave him a peck on the cheek. “I expect Cecil will be along in a few hours… after I dispose of this lot.”
“I’ll watch for him,” Cedric said, tipping his hat to each of the men as they entered the elevator. “Going up,” he said, closing the door.
I pulled Noah over, stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his muscular neck. He returned my kiss, probing my mouth with his tongue until I pulled back. “Your mates will have to be quick.”
He eyed me curiously, just as the elevator came to an abrupt stop.
“Sorry for the inconvenience folks, it shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to get this corrected,” Cedric announced.
A broad grin spread over Noah’s face. “Any particular order?”
“You pick,” I said, dropping to my knees, ready to suck the first cock that came my way. “And don’t forget about the video.”
“Logan, you’re up first,” Noah said to his astonished mates, “and be quick about it.”
Logan was a dark-skinned Pacific Islander, probably Samoan, judging from his stocky build. He wasted no time pulling his cock out and feeding it into my open mouth.
Noah’s mates had gathered in so close that he had to nudge two of them out of the way to get me on camera.
I massaged Logan’s balls to hasten his erection. The moment I had him hard, I stood and gave him a deep kiss. Knowing the clock was ticking, I turned and bent over, using the rail of the elevator for support.
Logan flipped up my emerald green dress and rolled down my matching thong, just enough to bare my ass.
I glanced in the mirror and watched Logan enter me. I moaned as his hard cock slid into my velvety cunt. “Give me one more,” I said, glancing up at Noah and holding up a finger.
“Toby,” Noah barked out, “come around in front of her.”
Toby appeared like an greek god, with long, flowing blond hair. I let go of the rail and grabbed his waist for support, then deep throated his already hard cock. Looking back at the mirror, I watched in fascination as Logan and Toby fucked me from each end.
I could see Cedric’s reflection in the mirror, and smiled up at him.
He nodded his approval and gave me a discrete thumbs up.
Logan grunted with each thrust, increasing his speed as he got close to reaching his climax.
At first, I was detached from what was happening to me, watching in the mirror as if I was a spectator. But Logan’s cock was having an effect, slowly stirring an orgasm within me.
“Aaaragh,” Toby cried out, blowing his load into my mouth.
It took all my concentration to gobble down his cum without gagging, and I felt my budding orgasm fade into the background.
“Fletcher,” Noah shouted, “take Toby’s place.”
Fletcher was black, just like Cecil, and his cock was massive, even bigger than my husbands. I balked at taking his monster down my throat.
“Fuck,” Logan shouted, filling my cunt with a copious load of hot cum.
I stroked Fletcher’s monster cock and licked the head, but didn’t attempt to swallow it.
“Conner,” Noah commanded, “take Logan’s place.”
Fletcher sensed my hesitation. He gazed into my eyes and asked, “Shall I switch with Conner?”
I smiled up at him and mouthed the words, “Thank you.”
“Ohhh,” I squeaked out as Fletcher’s big cock entered me with a loud slurping sound. Apparently, sloppy seconds were going to be noisy.
I turned my attention to Conner, a burley outbacker with a thick beard who was patiently stroking his stiff cock.
I easily handled his cock and let him face fuck me while Fletcher worked his magic on my cunt with his monster cock. I had no doubt that Fletcher would get me off, and the loud squishing sound of each thrust of his cock was driving me wild with desire.
Conner sensed my impending orgasm and pulled his cock out of my mouth, probably in self defense, fearful that I might bite down when I came.
Free of that distraction, I closed my eyes and concentrated on Fletcher’s cock, stretching me open with each squishy thrust. “Harder,” I shouted, “fuck me harder.”
Fletcher complied, pounding me with a fury that nearly knocked me off my feet.
Conner gripped my shoulder to keep me from falling forward and used his other hand to jack his hard cock.
“Yes… yes… yes,” I screeched, as a powerful orgasm erupted from deep in my loins.
“Flynn, Jett,” Noah barked, “don’t let her fall.”
My legs buckled just as they got their arms under me.
Fletcher came first, pumping a second monster load of cum into my red hot cunt.
Conner was right behind him, jacking rope after rope of hot cum into my gaping mouth.
It was too much; I gagged, dribbling cum onto the floor of the elevator. I closed my mouth and let him splatter my face with the rest of his load.
I looked up into Noah’s eyes and wiped cum from my eyes. “Did you get that?”
He nodded and held up two fingers, letting me know how many I had left. “One at a time?”
I nodded, ready to give my mouth a rest.
Jett move in behind me without waiting to be asked. He was a gangly black man with angular features and looked like he’d be more at home on a basketball court than a rugby pitch. He slid his long, skinny cock into my gooey cunt. It felt so loose I could barely tell he was inside me. I glanced back and could see the look of disappointment on his face.
He soldiered on, sloshing his cock in and out of my stretched out cunt. He gripped my ass cheeks, momentarily getting a peek at my tight little rosebud with each thrust of his cock.
I sensed the object of his desire and made a snap decision. “Go for it,” I said, reaching back to spread my cheeks open for him. “Fuck me in the ass.”
His cock was out of me in an instant, and his fingers scooped the gooey mixture from my cunt and spread it all over my tight little hole.
“Yes,” I teased, “just like that… get me nice and slippery, then fuck me… fuck my tight ass.”
He pressed the head of his cock into my tight pucker, forcing it open ever so slowly.
“More,” I said, “give it to me.”
He pressed harder, wiggling the head of his cock past my natural resistance.
“Yes,” I cried out, forcing myself back against his hard cock until he bottomed out in my ass. “That’s what I’m talking about!”
He gripped my hips and slowly eased himself out of me until just the head of his cock was tucked in my ass.
I glanced back and saw him grinning from ear to ear. “Give it to me,” I said, giving my ass a little wiggle.
He thrust hard, forcing a tiny gasp to escape my lips, then pounded my ass relentlessly.
Flynn stepped in front of me, and I used his muscled body to brace myself.
Jett grunted with each thrust, driving himself toward his climax.
I felt an another unexpected orgasm bubble up from my loins and reached under to encourage it by fingering my hard little pearl. I was beside myself with lust, matching Jett’s grunts with my own.
Jett came first, pumping my ass full of cum while his mates cheered him on.
“Nooo,” I cried out, “I need more.”
Fortunately, Liam was there to take his place. I took his fat cock up my ass without even getting a look at him. It didn’t matter. I had what I wanted and focused on getting myself off. “Harder,” I screeched.
Liam complied, furiously pounding me with his powerful legs as he gripped my waist to keep me locked on his cock.
My finger fluttered over my hard little button and brought me right up the edge of a powerful orgasm. “Yes… yes… fuck my ass,” I screeched, unconcerned by who might be listening.
“I’m coming,” Liam said, breathlessly.
It was enough. My entire body convulsed in unrestrained pleasure, constricting every muscle in my body, forcing me to grip his cock like a vise.
Undeterred, Liam stood still and let me milk his cock with the convulsing muscles of my ass.
I’d barely caught my breath when Flynn pressed the head of his cock up against my lips.
“I’ll be quick,” he said, grinning down at me.
I smiled and parted my lips. “Go easy on me.”
Flynn complied with my request, quickly jacking himself until he flooded my mouth with yet another load of sticky white goo.
I glanced up and looked directly into the camera lens. I knew Cecil would soon watch this video, so I blew him a cum-bubbly kiss, then swallowed Flynn’s load in a single gulp.
Noah led his mates in a boisterous Aussie cheer. While the words made no sense to me, there was no doubt about their sentiment.
I took the camera from Noah and handed it to Cedrick. “Can you fit us all in a group photo?”
Cedrick nodded and motioned us to the back corner of the elevator.
I pulled up my panties and adjusted my dress, then draped my outstretched arms over my new rugby mates.
“Smile,” Cedrick said, just before clicking the picture.
*****
Noah held the door to my suite open. “After you,” he said, leading his mates in behind me.
I glanced at the ice buckets of Fosters on the sideboard. “I see the bartender is looking out for you,” I said, handing him a beer.
“How about us?” Flynn asked, playfully smacking me on the ass as he entered the room.
“Self service for the rest of you blokes,” I said, giving them a seductive wink. “Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up… then we can get back to business.”
“No need to do that,” Fletcher said, blocking my path to the bathroom.
“Oh?” I asked, arching my eyebrows and gazing up at the tall black man. My cum filled holes had leaked into my panties to the point that they squished when I walked. “Are you going to clean me up?”
His eyes lit up as he bobbed his head up and down and licked his lips.
“I’ll help,” Jett chimed in, moving over to his mate’s side.
I shrugged and raised my arms, all but inviting them to lift my dress over my head.
“Nice,” Jett said, running his fingers through the tufts of red hair under my armpits. “I like a Sheila who doesn’t shave.”
“Mmmm,” I cooed, lowering my head, “there’s more of that down below.”
“Wait,” Noah said, “remember what Cecil said. He wants this all on video.”
I grinned and blew Noah a kiss. “That’s right, and knowing Cecil, he wants it nasty.”
He dug my phone out of my bag and started recording. “We better lay some towels out on the bed… this could get messy.”
I chuckled, remembering how Cecil had described Reilly Reid’s big finale. “As in cum dumpster messy.”
Jett and Fletcher wasted no time stripping me naked.
“Fuck, yeah,” Fletcher said, running his hands over my pale skin as he pushed me back down onto the bed.
I lay back and brought my knees up to my chest, exposing my fiery red pubes and cum soaked crack. I heard several guys gasp as I spread my knees apart.
Fletcher dove in first, lapping at my open gash, coating his tongue with a mixture of my juices and several loads of his mate’s cum.
“Ahhh,” I cooed, loving the feel of his long tongue probing my cunt. I heard belts and zippers being undone, then clothes hitting the floor.
“Try this, Fletcher,” Toby said, hoping on the bed and kneeling behind me. He lifting my shoulders and poured Fosters between my tits while his mates watched it flow downward towards my kinky red pubes.
Fletcher glanced up just in time to get a mouthful of beer mixed with the cummy juices flowing from my cunt.
Toby continued to pour beer while Fletcher lapped it up as it reached my open gash.
The sensation of cold beer and a warm tongue brought me to the brink of yet another orgasm.
Flynn and Conner took up positions on either side of Toby and rubbed their cocks into my hairy armpits.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the tongue lashing my clit. Two pairs of lips began tugging on my hard nipples. “Oh, yeah… you’re gonna make me cum.”
More beer flowed over my hard nipples and down into my slit as multiple tongues lapped my sensitive spots, sending me over the edge. I shrieked with delight as another powerful orgasm flooded my body with pleasure. I’d barely come down off my orgasmic high when I heard somebody shout, “Flip her over… so Jett can clean her backside.”
“Give me room,” Jett said, elbowing his mates out of the way. He flipped me up onto all fours in one fluid motion, then spread my ass cheeks and dove in, lapping my gooey crack with his hot tongue.
I looked up to see Liam kneeling on the bed, aiming his cock towards my face. I arched my back and opened my mouth, giving both guys direct access to my waiting holes.
Jett responded first and pressed the tip of his tongue into my well fucked asshole. Liam was right behind him, easing his cock deep into my throat.
“More beer,” Toby shouted.
Noah tossed him a can and Toby poured it down my backside, flooding my ass crack with ice cold beer.
Jett nearly gagged, but somehow swallowed the beer without pulling his tongue out of my asshole.
Several guys were now on the bed, jockeying for position as they prodded me with their hard cocks. I knew it was only a matter of time before these guys started blowing their loads. I pulled off Liam’s cock and looked back at Noah. “Are you getting this?”
“I am,” Noah said. “You’re doing fantastic… don’t stop now.”
I took a deep breath and thought of Reilly Reid, and of what would make Cecil crazy with lust. “You know what to do, right?”
Noah smiled back at me. “Shall I direct the ending?”
I nodded, steeling myself for what was coming next. “Yes, and I’ll take you blokes three at a time.”
“You got it,” Noah said, “Flynn, Jett and Logan… you’re up first.”
I rolled Flynn onto his back and straddled him, guiding his hard cock up into the velvety grip of my cunt. “Oh yeah,” I cooed, and bent forward, eager to take a cock up my ass.
Logan knelt on the floor and slathered my ass with warm saliva. Then he stood and forced his cock into my ass, thrusting it home with one quick move.
I grunted loudly as he filled my ass. Jett snaked his long, skinny cock into my throat and I held on for dear life while I was pummeled by three rock hard cocks.
Noah clapped his hands to get their attention. “Pull out before it’s too late… I don’t want you to mess up the big finale.”
I got a momentary respite when all three guys pulled out, but it ended abruptly as Conner, Fletcher and Toby took their places and filled my empty holes. Like the three before them, they pounded me mercilessly.
“Time,” Noah shouted, when he sensed one of them getting close.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I realized that only Noah and Liam were left. I rolled over on my back and offered Noah the hole of his choice while Liam filled my mouth with his fat cock.
Noah handed off the camera, then yelled, “Fuck yeah,” as he spread my legs high and thrust his cock deep into my ass.
With Noah slamming my ass, there was nobody left to call time. I held on as long as I could, but my body reeled with ecstasy and I felt myself losing control. Liam had the good sense to pull out of my mouth as another orgasm ripped thorough my convulsing body, thus avoiding serious damage to his cock. However, Noah stayed in my ass too long, well past his point of no return.
“Pull out,” I shouted, sensing his predicament.
He got his cock out just in time, and fired a rope of cum hurtling towards my face. It caught me by surprise and splatted off my chin, forcing my eyes closed. He then laid down two more ropes, striping my body with his sticky goo. Then he finished by dribbling the rest of his load all over my kinky red pubes.
Liam forced himself into my mouth and face fucked me while his mates gathered around to watch me take another load of cum.
Liam pulled out, unsure where to aim his load.
I giggled and opened my mouth wide, giving him a big target.
His first rope of cum splattered against the back of my throat, nearly causing me to gag. He pulled out and proceeded to paint my face with his sticky white goo.
A roar went up from his mates as they surrounded me to take their turn at fulfilling my husband’s fantasy. When it was over, my body oozed with eight generous loads of freshly minted cum. I used my fingers to wipe the cum from my eyes, then licked it off while the guys roared their approval.
EPILOGUE
My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, momentarily confused by the crusty texture of my skin. My eyes popped open, and it slowly dawned on me where I was. I grabbed the phone, “Hello.”
“Rise and shine,” Cecil said in an upbeat voice.
I grunted and rolled back onto the bed. “What happened to you?”
“Same old story. I couldn’t abandon the ER. I see you had a good time… thanks for the pics.”
I brushed the dried cum off my face. Did I send Cecil pictures? In fact, I couldn’t remember much of anything after the Aussies painted my body with cum. I scrolled through my messages to see what he was talking about.
Cecil chuckled. “You don’t remember?”
I was dumbstruck by the pictures I saw: me blowing Noah at the bar in Bemelmans; me in the elevator, taking cream pies in every hole while Cedrick watched; me getting the cum dumpster treatment in the suite. I didn’t know what to say.
“Cat got your tongue?”
I took a deep breath. “I didn’t realize Noah was taking stills. I don’t remember sending them… did Noah do it?”
“He called to let me know you had crashed. I asked him to send me the pics.”
“Oh,” I said, “but tell me you didn’t let him keep any copies.”
He laughed out loud. “He asked, but I told him no… at least not for now. I did let him keep the group photo from the elevator.”
“Whew,” I said, relieved. “Did he say anything else?
“Just to be sure and thank you for making their trip the best ever… and to say goodby for them.”
“Thanks, now I’m sorry I crashed.”
“One more thing,” Cecil said, “they asked for my number… they’re already making plans for next year.”
I giggled. “Sounds you made a date for me. Don’t you want to watch the video first?”
He laughed. “Of course, I’m horny as hell and can’t wait to watch it… with you, of course.”
I smiled. “When can you get away?”
“Soon, after I grab a quick shower… I should be there in about 30 minutes.”
“Mmmm,” I said, “I need a shower, too. Want to wait and join me?”
“Tempting,” Cecil said, “but I’m famished… what about you?”
I rubbed my hand through my crusty pubes and was surprised to find myself wet. “I am, but I want to fuck you first… then we can shower and order room service.”
“Sounds nasty… I’m on my way.”
AFTERWORD
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Taylor VanCannon