Straight Female / 30
Gang Bang
I am an attached 30 year old woman. I have a good job. I have a good family life. I have been blessed with a thick and beautifully sexy body. I have also been cursed with an uncontrollable sexual appetite.
In high school, I was regularly invited to hang out with this group of boys. One night I was hooking up with one and the others convinced me to ‘help them out too.’ An hour later, all eight of them had been ‘helped out.’ This became a regular thing.
In college, same type of situation happened with a group of frat boys. One night I was set up in a room and the word went out around the frat that I was willing to help out anyone who knocked on the door. That night I helped out eighteen boys.
Over the years, everyone from my brother’s friends, my father’s friends, bosses, random guys and dads I babysat for had me. I craved giving head. I craved cum.
Last week I was involved in another gang bang. A guy friend had scheduled a ‘dancer’ to entertain the bachelor party for his best friend. At the 11th hour she cancelled. Visibly mad after he got the call, I asked what happened. He told me she cancelled. He wasn’t sure what to do. Feeling my pussy fire up like a nuclear reactor, I told him I would do it. He told me no as there would be drinking and ‘liberties’ with the dancer. I told him I understood but I would still do it. He was backed into a corner and I was there to help. He told me how much he planned to pay the dancer and how the dancer was in her own with individual requests as the night went on. By 8:30 I was showered, dressed like a whore and on the road to the guys house. I knew what the night would be. My pussy was incredibly wet. I arrived at 9:15 to house with about a dozen cars out front.
The night started with some basic rules. I found the bachelor and told him I would do anything he wanted, no questions asked. Later in the night he asked for my asshole and I gave it to him. Over the next five hours I literally was a whore for a houseful of horny men. Some were married, some were not. Sometime in the evening I even masturbated with a black dildo for everyone to watch. For twenty minutes I hammered myself into multiple cums, creaming all over the toy.
As of today, I have been asked to ‘meet up’ with eight of the attendees. I have met all of them. Maybe being a whore is my true calling?
In high school, I was regularly invited to hang out with this group of boys. One night I was hooking up with one and the others convinced me to ‘help them out too.’ An hour later, all eight of them had been ‘helped out.’ This became a regular thing.
In college, same type of situation happened with a group of frat boys. One night I was set up in a room and the word went out around the frat that I was willing to help out anyone who knocked on the door. That night I helped out eighteen boys.
Over the years, everyone from my brother’s friends, my father’s friends, bosses, random guys and dads I babysat for had me. I craved giving head. I craved cum.
Last week I was involved in another gang bang. A guy friend had scheduled a ‘dancer’ to entertain the bachelor party for his best friend. At the 11th hour she cancelled. Visibly mad after he got the call, I asked what happened. He told me she cancelled. He wasn’t sure what to do. Feeling my pussy fire up like a nuclear reactor, I told him I would do it. He told me no as there would be drinking and ‘liberties’ with the dancer. I told him I understood but I would still do it. He was backed into a corner and I was there to help. He told me how much he planned to pay the dancer and how the dancer was in her own with individual requests as the night went on. By 8:30 I was showered, dressed like a whore and on the road to the guys house. I knew what the night would be. My pussy was incredibly wet. I arrived at 9:15 to house with about a dozen cars out front.
The night started with some basic rules. I found the bachelor and told him I would do anything he wanted, no questions asked. Later in the night he asked for my asshole and I gave it to him. Over the next five hours I literally was a whore for a houseful of horny men. Some were married, some were not. Sometime in the evening I even masturbated with a black dildo for everyone to watch. For twenty minutes I hammered myself into multiple cums, creaming all over the toy.
As of today, I have been asked to ‘meet up’ with eight of the attendees. I have met all of them. Maybe being a whore is my true calling?
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