Loading...Before I get into the story, let me give you a little bit of background information…
During my first year of college at UNC I played it pretty much by the rules of polite society. I abstained from personal misconduct, mainly sexual promiscuity, and concentrated on my studies. I also worked on meeting people since I had always been a little shy in high school. I figured since I was now in a new environment where nobody knew me and I could get a fresh start.
Not to say that I was a prude or anything because I lost my virginity when I was 16 years old and since then I have had one-on-one sex with 8 guys and many blowjobs.
Obviously I have a love for sex, but I did not want to begin college by wasting all my tuition money on having sex with people. Finally, believe it or not, contrary to popular opinion, there is more to college than wild parties and wanton sex.
When choosing a school I wanted an education that would prepare me as well as possible for the business career I have always wanted. Why waste four years of your life just to hang a piece of paper on the wall and nothing else? In the end I chose this school because it offered an outstanding business curriculum plus my mother was an alumni.
The first semester of my sophomore year I started chatting online and, on a dare, signed up on an adult oriented web site. This was a bit of a risk given that my school monitors our web activities but it was exciting to talk to people about sex in such an open way.
The only real problem was that I only did this for fun and as a means to blow off some steam. I never had any intention or desire to meet anyone but it seemed that most of the people who contacted me wanted to meet or get nude photos of me. I also was bombarded with requests to be naked on a webcam. People just couldn’t understand why I only wanted to chat but for me that was all that I wanted – an outlet to express myself and let out my frustrations.
I was pleasantly surprised at the incredible number of responses I got from both guys and girls, especially the way they were claimed to be turned by me even in the limited way I interacted with them. Now and then someone nice contacted me though and I enjoyed a few great conversations.
One thing I found was that people had a tendency to ask the same questions over and over. In addition, most were interested in my sexual history. That’s what got me writing my stories — first to avoid repeating myself and second to provide more details than I can in an IM environment.
It wasn’t hard to come up with story ideas — I just broke out my diary and expanded on a number of shorter stories I had written about my sexual experiences. I had always gotten off writing about them even though my early works were just nothing more than notes and comments. The process of polishing them up and filling in the gaps has proven to be a very erotic experience and more often than not I end up taking breaks to masturbate as I remember those good times. It takes a lot of work to write one of these but hopefully it is worth it, even if I do get an occasional creep who doesn’t like them or how I write.
Aside from the online chatting my sophomore year has turned out to be totally different from my freshman one for another reason. I lost the lottery for an apartment so I ended up in the dorm again with a new roomie who is definitely too strict! My prior roommate was a party animal and made it hard for me to concentrate on studies. My new roommate Karen is a virgin who believes that even masturbation is a form of sex and thus is not to be done before marriage. She is at the other extreme which does not do it for me either. I like to have a little fun now and then!
To make it even harder, Karen is a stunning babe and knows it. She is a tease and doesn’t mind showing herself off. She sleeps in skimpy panties and a short t-shirt, usually without covers, no matter how cold it is. Once she falls asleep it would take Armageddon to awaken her before morning. If only the guys in our dorm knew, they would be salivating!
Being abstinent and studying intensely proved to be much harder the second year, more so than I was anticipating. I found that most of the time I was hornier than I have ever been for any extended period. Although I met up with old boyfriends when I would go home for visits with my parents, I still got to the point at times I wanted to scream from the pressure of my pent-up sexual tensions.
Once before Thanksgiving I was so overwhelmed I broke down and went to a frat party in Winston-Salem with a couple of other girls. While it was incredibly exciting and erotic to meet and fuck a hot frat brother whom I had just met that night, I am not really into the drunk party scene so I never went to another one.
After a fantastic and erotic Christmas break at home where I had sex with several old boyfriends (I always felt safer being with guys whom I had slept with before), I felt even more “in need” than ever when the 2nd semester started, so I looked for other options in the first month back, ones that I would never have even seriously considered before.
I started thinking about what other options I had. Dating anyone at school was pretty much out given the headaches associated with a real relationship. The club scene is non-existent around here and frat parties were out. I had lots of offers from guys I chat online with but no matter how tempting some of them were I wasn’t about to give in and take that kind of risk.
The one idea thing that kept coming up was some sort of an escort job. I don’t mean being like one of those web whores that tease you on the Internet all the time, but rather working for a local respectable and legitimate agency. I checked out several in Chapel Hill and eventually decided to give one a try.
They claimed to check out their clients and choose the ones that they think were best for me (I insisted on only older married guys from out of state). The guys paid the agency so I didn’t have to fool with money or worry about getting arrested as a prostitute although I could keep any tips. While it was expected that I be friendly and outgoing, including putting up with some minor groping, sex was definitely NOT mandatory and completely up to me.
Indeed, so far as the company was concerned, sex was not part of any deal but we really know that didn’t fool anyone. The agency would send a prepaid cab to pick me up and then another to take me back home. In addition to the single escorts, I also agreed to do bachelor parties, which actually sounded like a lot of fun, since I have always had an exhibitionistic streak in me. I love dancing at clubs when there is an audience of guys gawking, so these parties sounded like a perfect match for me.
Soon after I signed the papers (including the income tax forms!) I got an e-mail saying that there was a party this upcoming Saturday night and asking if I was interested. The e-mail described the party and location. It was far enough away that I wasn’t worried about someone being there that might know me. For just a moment my stomach felt a bit queasy. Suddenly it was going from fantasy to reality!
After the initial jitters, I calmed down and replied saying I would accept the job. For the rest of the week all I could think about was the party coming up. I had never done anything even remotely like this before and found myself getting wet just thinking about it.
In essence this party would be just me being on display for a bunch of lecherous men. I was told to expect 10-12 guys including the groom. Even though I knew I would be expected to strip and thus would be nude most of the time, I wondered if anything else would happen.
Would I suck any of their cocks, maybe even get fucked? Would it be just one or all of them? Would I have sex with the groom just hours before he said his wedding vows to his loving fiancé? That would be so fucking hot! The possibilities were endless and I masturbated every night that week while I dreamed of other permutations.
Saturday afternoon I told my roomie Karen that I would be going out with some friends to a party and that I would probably be getting back late. Karen gave me a strange look but didn’t say anything. We got along great but sex was not a subject we typically discussed. I had the feeling she knew that there was a lot I wasn’t telling her about myself but somehow I think she was more comfortable simply not knowing.
Our arrangement worked in that we were OK friends, not exactly a close relationship but a friendly one. I couldn’t help but wonder what she would say though if she knew the real truth. She probably suspected I had a boyfriend that I was fucking but she was polite enough to ignore it. If she only knew that I thought it would be too much of a pain to have to go through the dating ritual just to get fucked.
I wondered if Karen would have been so lenient if she knew that instead of fooling around in the back seat of some guy’s car there was a good chance I was going to be willingly gang-banged by 10-12 guys before the night was over?
The taxi picked me up at 8:00 and it took about a half hour to get to the house where the party was. It was your typical suburban two-story white colonial in one of those typical new developments that seem to cropping up everywhere these days. While not a mansion, whoever lived there was not indigent either, which made me feel much more secure than I would have been if I had been dropped off in some bad part of town.
I was wearing low rise jeans and an UNC sweatshirt with my winter coat, carrying a bag with an outfit and my personal stuff in it. Drawing a deep breath, I got out of the taxi, went up the steps, and knocked on the front door. A good-looking guy with his shirt out and a beer in his hand answered the door.
I guessed that the party must have been well underway already. As he looked at me standing on the steps, a big grin came over his face. It was the same look a starving linebacker might have eyeing a porterhouse steak after a workout.
Without taking his lecherous eyes off me he turned his head to the side and gave a shout.
“Hey Bill! Your stripper is here!”
That was a first for me and it was all I could do to bite my tongue and not burst out laughing. I had never been described as a “stripper” before but I thought it had a nice ring to it. Almost immediately another nice-looking guy with a bit too much stomach but nice hair appeared and opened the door for me with a smile.
“Hi! I’m Bill, the best man. Damn, girl, you look finer than I even imagined and, trust me, I have one hell of an imagination!
I guess that was a compliment so I stepped inside and immediately every eye in the house looked my way. Now I know how a lonely sheep feels when surrounded by a pack of starving wolves.
As far as I was concerned, I was just a 19-year-old college coed going to classes and hanging out with friends, but it was immediately obvious that all they saw was a slutty bitch who had arrived to entertain them and, if they were lucky, put out. Well, how could I complain since those were also my darkest, deepest thoughts!
Bill quickly led me to a bedroom down the hallway and closed the door behind us.
“You can change in here,” he said, “Take your time and just let us know when you are ready.”
He was so sweet that for a moment I forgot that he had hired me to strip, not to talk politics or about the weather. I was surprised at how nervous I was. I was actually shaking a little, so I didn’t say anything and just turned to put my bag on the bed. Bill opened the door to leave when he paused and turned back to me.
“Candi, I have always fantasized meeting a girl like you and I can’t tell you how many times I have jerked off wishing I was fucking such a hot girl. Now here you are, alone in a bedroom with me; young, beautiful, sexy as hell, and about to strip nude and who knows what else. It’s like a dream come true for me……….”
He hesitated then and I could tell that he wanted to say more but he seemed to have lost his nerve. I looked him in the eyes and suddenly knew what he wanted.
I asked, “Bill, are you married?”
Bill’s eyes widened for a moment and then he nodded his head.
“Yeah but she’s nothing like you anymore. Damn, she was NEVER like you!”
“So tell me Bill, do you want to fuck me tonight?”
Bingo! Bill’s face flushed and I knew I had him pegged. While he obviously wanted to do just that, I could tell he had not anticipated that I would be so blunt about it. I just figured what was the point in being coy? I mean, it’s not like I wasn’t horny as hell and looking forward to it too! I used my hand to throw my hair back in what I hoped was a sexy move and licked my lips slowly before I continued.
“You know Bill, you can have me if you really want to. All you have to do is ask. You can have me right now.”
I really meant only to tease him. I had no intention of fucking him, at least not yet, but Bill stared at me with that look as if he was seeing straight through my clothes. He was a bit drunk and that look of lust I knew from experience meant he really wanted to fuck me BAD.
Bill was breathing harder and he had a monstrous erection that looked like it would burst through his pants at any moment. His nostrils flared and I wondered for a brief moment if I had gone maybe just a little too far with my teasing! Bill took a step towards me when the door suddenly opened and a guy stuck his head in.
“Hey Bill, get out here, the keg needs fixing!”
Bill shook his head back and forth as if to clear out the filthy thoughts that were running through it. He took another look at me and, with that, he left the room, closing the door behind him. I locked the door and stood still there for a moment, just a bit unnerved.
What was I doing here? Maybe I had misjudged everything – was I making the mistake of my life tonight? I had gone this far though so I figured the best thing to do would be to get out there with the group as quickly as possible and hope for safety in numbers.
I doubted that one of them would do anything too wild so long as the rest were watching. I stripped off my clothes quickly, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the room, listening to the uproar outside the door, and wondering for a moment what the hell I was doing.
As nervous as I was, I knew that deep down I had always wanted to do something this crazy and naughty! I wanted to do this as badly as the guys in the next room wanted me to! It had been over a month since I had been fucked with a real stiff cock and my pussy was crying to feel more than just my finger in it. I reached down between my legs and felt my smooth pussy under my fingers.
I had shaved before I left and it looked as bare and sweet as a 12 year old’s cunt. My finger briefly lingered over my clit and I shivered a little but then pulled my hand away. I knew if I started touching myself there would be no way to stop until I came and I had a strong suspicion there would be more than enough sex coming my way this night without having to do myself beforehand.
I went over to my bag and took out my outfit. I had brought with me a sexy pink and lace bra and thong set from Victoria’s Secret with black lace outlining the edge of the bra and thong. For a top I wore a tight white satin shirt that showed the black lace of the bra under it. Next I slipped on a really short plaid schoolgirl style skirt that barely even covered my ass. A pair of white knee high socks and sneakers finished off the ensemble.
I pulled my long straight blonde hair back into a single ponytail and looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The image in front of me was that of a young innocent schoolgirl, maybe 15 or 16, but certainly not 19 going on 20. I lightly bounced on my toes just a little, making my 36D boobs and ponytail bounce equally with the motion.
Mmmm, this was definitely going to be fun! A dash of perfume on my neck, boobs, ass, and pussy and I was ready to go. Funny but I wasn’t nervous at all anymore. I was getting hornier and hornier with each minute as the idea of showing off my body in front of 12 even hornier guys was getting closer and closer to reality.
I took in a long deep breath as I went to the door and opened it enough to see out. It looked like everyone was sitting in the living room, beers in hand, and laughing at what was undoubtedly a witty and intelligent joke (not!).
I opened the door all the way and stood in the doorway, posing as sexy as I could. A silence like a tomb suddenly came over them and all I could hear was the background pop music on the radio. Just as quickly all the guys started talking again, with some whistling and howling like wolves.
I smiled and slowly walked to the center of the room. This was exactly what I had dreamed of – being admired by a bunch of horny guys. I was the center of attention and every guy in the room wanted me.
I started by dancing seductively around the room. I didn’t really show anything more than what they could already see, just bending over to show off my ass once in a while and leaning over now and again to let a few of them look down my shirt to see my bra and tits.
Everyone was cheering and calling for me to strip but I just teased them. While I danced I didn’t let anyone touch me, pushing them away whenever they got too close or their hands tried to grope me. I had never done anything like this before in my life and it was utterly thrilling!
Oh, sure, I had danced in this outfit for my old boyfriend after he gave it to me but that situation was nothing like this! I could have just gone on like this all night but there was more that I wanted to do and they wanted it as well, judging from the looks on their faces and the tents in their pants.
Being that it WAS a bachelor’s party, I knew that somebody deserved some extra attention so I worked my over to the groom’s chair. Tom was the lucky groom and I could tell that he had been drinking a bit – not too much, but just enough to be relaxed and let his inhibitions down.
There was a picture of Tom and his fiancé on the table next to him. She was really cute so I don’t know if it was there to remind him of her, to help keep him in line, or if it was part of some twisted scheme to remind everyone of whom he would be cheating on that night. I was being really naughty as I thought about the second possibility being the case.
I kept wondering how HOT it would be to fuck him with her “watching”. If events unfolded as I’d fantasized, then after tonight, he would be dreaming about me when they were together in their wedding bed for the first time!
I put one leg up on the chair next to Tom, letting my skirt ride up to expose my lacy thong, as I pulled it slightly aside. He was getting a great view of my crotch and bare pussy and he didn’t waste any time as he stared at it like it was the first cunt he had ever seen.
Rubbing myself through the thin fabric, I slowly and rhythmically pumped my hips up and down like I was being fucked. Taking his right hand, I held it to my left breast, letting him feel me through my shirt and bra.
At first he resisted so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “C’mon Tom, this is your last chance to have a girl like me. I’m all yours — you can do whatever you want with me.”
Tom’s eyes widened and he looked at me. I just smiled and whispered to him, “That’s right Tom – anything!” His hand stayed on me after that and I shivered as he squeezed my boob.
“Gooooo Tom!” someone cried out.
Then someone whined, “Come on, Tom, aren’t you going to share the little sexy whore with the rest of us?”
I turned around, smiled seductively at them, and then started dancing for them again. I got closer to each guy as I made my way around the room, finally getting close enough for them to grope me and feel me up. Most of them went for my boobs but a couple more ambitious types grabbed my ass with one getting bold enough to go for my pussy. I playfully pushed him away as I wasn’t ready to give up that prize quite yet.
Each time I circled around I let them have me for just a little bit longer. I could tell from the bulging cocks trying to burst from their crotches that they all wanted to fuck me. I wondered if they knew that I was just as turned on as they were, perhaps even more, by all this teasing.
The next time I made my way to Tom I spun around and sat in his lap, grinding my ass on his crotch so I could feel his hard cock through his pants against me. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbing each of my boobs with his hands. I unbuttoned my shirt and he reached inside to hold my tits. He pinched my nipples through the fabric of the bra and it sent chills through me because they are extremely sensitive. I looked around the room at all the eyes staring at us.
My bra was the type with a front snap, perfect for this type of occasion, and I had it undone before he realized what was happening. The cups fell away from my breasts and suddenly he was holding my bare boobs in his hands. I kept my shirt and unsnapped bra on as I continued to grind my ass into him as he played with my boobs and hard nipples.
After giving Tom a good feel I walked over to Bill and leaned over as I wiggled my freed boobs for him. Bill licked his lips as he stared at my exposed chest.
I gave him a sexy grin saying, “C’mon Bill, I’ve been watching you tonight. Aren’t these what you’ve been wanting? Touch them……”
Well, it didn’t take any more encouragement as Bill pulled me to him and I mounted his chair like a lap dancer. My bare boobs were in his face and he leaned forward to suck and taste my nipples.
“That’s it Bill, ” I whispered to him, “Do it…… Show me what you wanted to do to me in the bedroom.”
Bill’s hands had been holding my thighs as I danced in front of him. I felt them moving up my bare thighs. He didn’t stop there as the rest of the group cheered him to go higher. He didn’t disappoint them as he reached between my legs and cupped my damp pussy.
I swiveled my hips around his hand, leaving no doubt that he was more than welcome to keep going. His fingers moved aside the fabric of my thong and I felt them exploring my pussy, looking for its magical entrance. It didn’t take long to find and, as wet as I was, his finger easily slid up into my cunt.
It seemed everyone was cheering him on and I certainly didn’t mind; hell, it felt damn good! He started to finger fuck me, thrusting his finger in and out of me like a small cock. I moaned aloud and leaned my head back with my eyes closed, letting everyone see how much I was loving it.
I let Bill play with me for a while longer before I eased myself off the chair and moved away from him. He tasted his finger and smiled at me. I winked back at him and moved to make the rounds again. This time everyone was a lot more aggressive now that the door had been opened. Every one of them went straight for my pussy, some being gentle with me while others were a bit too rough and I had to scold them.
Once everyone had groped me a few times I went back to center of the room and started to strip everything off. Slowly I removed each article of clothing until finally I was standing there naked in the middle of all of them. A thought came to me then and I decided to put on a bit of a show for them. I laid on my back in the middle of the room and spread my legs wide apart.
Reaching between my legs with one hand, I began to masturbate for them while I squeezed with my boobs and pinched my nipples with my other hand. I watched them as I slowly masturbated, getting as turned on by the looks on their faces as I was by my own hand.
It was then I noticed that Bill had pulled out a video camera and was taping me. A feeling of panic came over me for a few seconds and I wondered what I should do. Magically a large dildo appeared and was handed to me. It was pretty large but looked to be just what my pussy wanted so I started fucking myself with it to the delight of my onlookers. My first orgasm was starting so I just ignored the camera and let my orgasm sweep through me.
Someone called out, “Damn, she’s cumming!” and sure enough I was.
My initial fear of being filmed having sex with a group of guys disappeared as my orgasm grew. I didn’t care anymore if Bill was videotaping me; all I wanted at that moment was to enjoy the waves of sheer pleasure that were running up and down my body.
For the next few minutes I closed my eyes and forgot all about the guys watching me, about being in a strange house, and about the camera that was recording everything I was doing. It was just me and that wonderful high I get whenever I cum, better than any drug could be since it was natural and a part of my being. The dildo became a real cock, fucking me and driving me wild as my pussy clamped down on it.
As my orgasm faded the real world came slowly back into focus. I opened my eyes and saw everyone just staring at me, some with their mouths wide open after watching the spectacle on the floor in front of them. I finally got up on my feet again and danced again in front of them, totally nude.
I felt like the sexiest girl in the world the way they were all fixated on me and I smiled as a couple of the guys got carried away and unzipped their jeans to let their hard cocks out. Each time one did and started stroking himself I would stand in front of him and give him an up close and personal show.
I knew I must have been doing a pretty damn good job for them to get carried away to the point that they would start jacking off in front of their friends. Even Bill had his cock out, stroking himself with one hand while running the video recorder with the other.
Eventually they all had their cocks out except the one I wanted the most — Tom the groom. As the groom about to be married, I suppose he felt it would be inappropriate to do any more then he had already done with me. Touching my boobs was one thing but fucking me was another thing entirely! Well, to my horny and wicked mind, that just made Tom even more desirable and more of a challenge.
I slowly slinked up to him and sat in his lap with my left arm around his neck. Tom didn’t seem to know what to do now that a naked girl was perched on his lap! Well, based on the lump under my ass, I was sure he knew what he WANTED to do but not what he SHOULD do. I figured he just needed a little bit more encouragement.
I took his hand and put it on my lap such that it was just inches from my pussy. I put both arms around his neck now, twisting so my bare boobs were rubbing against his chest.
Looking into his eyes I smiled seductively and said coyly, “What’s the matter Tom? Why aren’t you playing with yourself like everyone else? Don’t I turn you on?”
Tom put his other arm around me, keeping his hand resting on my bare upper leg.
“Damn babe, you should know better than that!” he exclaimed.
His face had a look of confusion and panic. He was obviously torn between his sworn love to his fiancé and his lust for me.
“Damn I am sorry but I just can’t do anything like this the night before I get married, you know? I swore to her just this afternoon that I wouldn’t do anything like this.”
I licked his face with my tongue and whispered in his ear, “Remember Tom, tonight I am just a fantasy girl. I am here to do anything you want –and yes, I mean ANYTHING! It doesn’t matter since Tammy will never know and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her!”
“Oh, goodness,…ohhh,” he moaned as I wiggled my ass such that it ground on his cock.
He didn’t say anything more but I knew he was weakening so I kept up the pressure. A tremendous thrill ran through me as I realized from his lack of resistance that he had decided that I was worth cheating with on his new wife-to-be hours before their wedding.
I stood up and spread his legs apart, allowing me to kneel in front of him. Reaching forward, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His hands kept trying weakly to push me away but it was not a very convincing performance. That was the moment I knew that I had him — he was going to be mine for the night!
Bill had moved over to tape everything as I pulled Tom’s pants and underwear off and it wasn’t long before Tom’s stiff cock was on display for everyone to see. I was pleased to see he didn’t shave and I couldn’t wait to bury my face in his thick bush of pubic hair.
I looked around one last time to make sure everyone’s eyes were fixed on me. I felt an incredible rush of excitement at the thought of being totally naked in front of all of them and having them watch me as I gave Tom a blowjob.
I turned back, looked up at Tom with a sexy smile, and said, “I’m going to give you a blowjob like Tammy has never given you before and never will!”
Although Tom had long ago stopped all resistance, he still appeared to be unsure about what was going to happen if I kept going in this direction.
Then he surprised me by mumbling, “Hell, that should be easy! Tammy won’t blow me anyway.”
Wow! Talk about sweet music to my ears! Now more than ever I really wanted to suck him. The poor slob was about to marry a girl who didn’t like to suck cock! What a pity! Well, I was about to make him miserable for life once he learned how good a blowjob could be. So with renewed determination I went to work on his hard cock.
It was actually pretty large compared to most guys and no matter what he might be saying about being faithful and all; there was no hiding what he wanted! I licked just the tip of his head, brushing my hair out of the way so Bill could get a good view with his video camera. The audience had gone silent once I started.
I then proceeded to give Tom the best blowjob I knew how. I licked him, kissed him, and sucked him using every trick in my oral arsenal. He was pretty drunk which is the only reason he didn’t cum in the first 5 minutes although I was careful always to back off just as I felt him starting to go over the edge. Throughout his precum would seep out and I licked it off, savoring the salty flavor.
What really seemed to turn everyone on the most was when I would take him completely into my mouth, deep throating his entire manhood! Tom was at least nine inches long erect and I had to force him down my throat to get him all in my mouth.
I would ease him in until my face was tight against his groin, his pubic hair pressed against my face. The first time I did this I heard a number of the guys talking to each other and I knew they were impressed with my efforts.
Tom certainly was! Whatever reservations he may have had were ancient history as he leaned back and enjoyed the best and possibly the last blowjob he would ever have, assuming he stayed true to the woman he was marrying.
Bill was standing to the side now and I could see his cock was still sticking out from his pants. He was stroking it hard as he filmed Tom getting a blowjob. I noted for the not-so-distant future reference that his cock was huge –even bigger than Tom’s! I spread my legs apart as I kneeled in front of Tom, letting everyone have a good look at my bare cunt.
I started playing with myself with my free hand as I sucked Tom even harder. Tom was again at the point where he was close to cumming so I stroked Tom’s cock with my hand and let him out of my mouth while I looked up at him.
“Well, Tom,” I said in a seductive voice, “How am I doing?”
Tom rolled his eyes and groaned, “Fuck, baby, I never knew it could feel this good!”
I stood up while keeping my hand wrapped around Tom’s stiff cock. Turning around to face the guys, I spread my legs and leaned over, reaching for my ankles. Everyone quickly realized what I wanted and the guys started to cheer and hoot, urging Tom to fuck me.
Actually it was more like, “Fuck the bitch!” and “Give it to her, Tom!”
I didn’t mind one bit because that was exactly what I wanted at that moment. Tom was in a daze from the blowjob and beer but he still hesitated.
I can’t even describe the deliciously erotic feelings I was having knowing that tonight I was sexy enough to make him want to do exactly what he had promised his young fiancé he wouldn’t, things he would remember for the rest of his life whenever he was with his wife, things that would always be in the back of his mind whenever his wife asked him if he was faithful to her.
It was a fucking amazing feeling to have this much power over anyone, to know he craved me so much he was willing to do anything to have me, regardless of the potential consequences.
As for me, I was in my own sexual world where all reasoning and inhibitions were cast aside. It was rare for me to get this carried away to the point where I was willing to do anything just for mere sexual gratification. Even so, time seemed to stand still for just a moment as my mind cleared and I realized what I was doing.
Could I really be doing this? Here I was totally nude in front of a bunch of horny guys getting ready to fuck some poor bastard who really wanted to be true to his new wife but had succumbed to me while his best man was recording the entire show!
For a brief instant I questioned myself, wondering if this was something I really should be doing. How would I feel tomorrow when it was all over? How would Tom feel the next time he saw his young bride, knowing what he had done this night? When he made love to her on their wedding night, would he still be thinking of me sucking his cock?
Then just as rapidly that moment was gone and real time was restored. The music and indecent comments from the guys were back and I was stroking Tom’s cock while at the same time massaging my pussy, getting it ready for his inaugural entry.
That weird moment when time stood still had now disappeared as lust and desire returned. There was no turning back now; I was going to have Tom fuck me in front of all his friends and that was that! Nothing was going to stop me now!
Bill was urging Tom to fuck me along with the others and finally Tom stood up and spread my ass apart to get a better view of me. He took his cock in his hand and I felt him pressing it up against my ass and then lowering it down to find the opening to my pussy.
I was soaking wet and his cock was still wet from my mouth so he slid easily into me. Usually I like it when a man enters me slowly, taking his time to fill me with his cock, and letting me experience the feel of each inch of his cock as it entered me. Tom was too horny for that kind of discipline and he just rammed himself into me.
I gasped as all nine inches of him suddenly filled my pussy, splitting me apart like he was going to rip me in two. He didn’t stay still inside my sweet cunt, but immediately began to pump himself in and out of me. I could feel and hear him as he repeatedly rammed deep into me, making a slapping sound as he slammed against my body with every thrust. I moaned loudly as he fucked me harder and harder!
“Fuck me, Tom!” I cried out.
Everyone cheered as I kept screaming out for him to fuck me harder. We were in the middle of the room now, Tom with his pants at his ankles and his shirt still on, slamming his huge cock into my small nude sexy body as his friends watched in amazement.
I doubted that any of them could quite believe what they were seeing. They had all known that Bill had arranged for a stripper to tease them but did any of them really expect that the groom, good ol’ Tom, who was getting married shortly, would be fucking a slut he didn’t know in the middle of the living room right in front of them all — and have it filmed?
I felt Tom’s cock swelling even more and his pace was quickening so I knew he was about to cum. Ordinarily I would have let him cum deep inside me as I love the feeling of a cock exploding in me and shooting hot loads of cum deep in my pussy.
However, I still wanted to put on a great show for everyone and I knew that guys love watching girls take cum in the mouth. I stepped forward so he came out of me (my pussy felt soooooo empty all of a sudden that I almost took him back in me immediately) and turned around to kneel in front of him.
Tom’s cock was reacting in a predictable manner and, when I knew he was ready to explode, I yelled, “OK, Bill, don’t miss this!”
I sucked Tom’s cock for a few more seconds and then stroked him with my hand as I held his swollen head a couple of inches away from my open mouth. It didn’t take more than a few strokes before he surged and a huge load of cum shot from his cock directly into my mouth.
I could feel it hit the back of my throat and pool on my tongue as Tom groaned and came again and yet again. A few shots missed my mouth and landed on my cheek and breasts but most of it made it into my mouth. Mmmmmm he tasted so fucking good!
I kept stroking him even after he stopped, trying to milk every drop from his balls that I could. I looked up at Bill’s camera, opened my mouth wide, and stuck out my tongue so he could film the cum that was on it. Then I used Tom’s cock to wipe the cum that was on my cheek into my mouth and then my fingers to catch the cum on my boobs.
When I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked the last few drops from him I could feel him shudder as my tongue swirled around his now very sensitive cock. He slowly softened in my mouth and finally he stepped back, sinking into his chair with a look of exhaustion.
Tom was shaking his head and I could hear him muttering to himself saying, “What have I done? What if Tammy finds out?”
I felt so naughty as I listened to him worrying about his fiancé, but I also knew he would never forget this wonderful night as it would be etched forever in his memory. Besides, there was utterly no way he could ever say that he hadn’t loved fucking me!
I turned around to face the rest of the guys. It seemed very strange to have eleven guys watching me with their cocks in their hands. It looked like a few of them were feeling a little awkward touching themselves in front of the others but since all of them were doing it, I guess that helped them not be so shy. I bit my lower lip as I looked at them and realized that soon my pussy would be welcoming every one of those cocks.
I couldn’t wait any longer to get fucked hard so I put my hands on my hips and asked, “Well, are you guys just going to stroke yourselves or does somebody actually want to fuck me?”
Even after all the groping I had allowed them to do before, plus what I had just done with Tom, I don’t think they really knew for sure at this point whether or not they would be able to fuck me themselves. I watched impatiently as they looked at each other, waiting for someone to start things off. I should have known who ultimately became the first “volunteer.”
Bill dropped his pants and sat down in a chair, calling me over to him.
“OK, Candi, get over here and sit on my cock,” he called out to me.
Bill handed the camera to one of the guys, warning him not to miss anything! I slowly danced in front of him, caressing my boobs, and pinching my now very hard nipples while he watched.
“OK, Bill,” I whispered in a sultry voice, “It’s your turn now, baby, so FUCK me!”
There really wasn’t anything else I needed to say. Bill was sitting in a big overstuffed chair with plenty of room in it, so I climbed up and squatted over him, his cock positioned under my wet pussy and my big boobs in front of his face. I reached between my legs to hold his stiff cock and guide it into me as I started to lower myself down on it.
“Watch it, Bill,” as if I had to encourage him, “I want you to watch as your monster cock enters my tight young pussy.”
My pussy was still swollen from the fucking Tom had just given me and extremely sensitive so I couldn’t help but gasp softly as the tip of his cock started to spread my pussy lips apart, finding its way into me. Fuck, he was so damn big!
I have had one cock that was bigger than his cock but he was a definite #2 in the size category. My sloppy wet pussy screamed with pleasure as he violated me. I thought of his wife and what she would think if she could see her husband now, the hard manhood that was supposed to be hers repeatedly disappearing into a slutty young girl’s pussy.
It was fucking incredible how many thoughts ran through my mind in the short few moments it took for his cock to make its way all the way into my pussy! I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass as I lowered myself slowly all the way onto him until finally I was literally sitting on his lap with his fat cock completely hidden from sight.
I sat motionless there for just a bit to relish the feeling of him in me. Again I was amazed at how big he was and how full my pussy felt with him in me. Bill was also obviously enjoying the moment. His head was leaning backwards and a huge smile was on his face.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, you have no idea how many times I have jerked off thinking about a moment like this one! You are as tight as I ever dreamed a girl could be!”
After that comment we got down to much more serious business as I bounced up and down on his cock and we fucked hard. He had been stroking himself for the past hour so it wasn’t going to take much to get him off and in this case I really didn’t want to stretch it out like I had with Tom.
My sole purpose now was to be fucked as hard and as often as I could while I had the opportunity. After a month of nothing but my hand and fingers, my pussy was in dire need of good manmeat and tonight was perfect to make up for lost time.
“Fuck me, Bill, cum in me!” I told him. “Imagine your wife was here watching, seeing how much hotter I can make you than she can.”
“Damn you, Candi,” he groaned, “My wife’s pussy NEVER felt like this…Ohhhhh, here it cums girl.”
I slammed down hard on him to drive him as deeply into me as I could and just then I felt the first burst of hot cum explode inside of me. He must have been really loaded because he kept cumming and cumming in me. Each time I felt that shot of heat inside of me I imagined his cock in me, cum spraying from its tip into my starving pussy.
When he finally finished, I climbed off his cock and stood up, causing streams of cum to drain from my pussy down my thighs to the floor. I gave Bill a wink and a smile, turned back to the rest of the guys, and looked to see who was going to be next.
This time there was no hesitation as the rest of the guys now clearly knew what I was there for. For the next hour or so I let myself go and, basically, was just a whore for the rest of them. Lying in the middle of the floor, I allowed them to do pretty much whatever they wanted with my nubile body to get themselves off!
All of the guys fucked me at one time or another during the rest of the night — they saw to it that every guy did me, so they were all involved equally in case someone spilled the beans afterwards.
Even Tom returned for another round — I guess any remorse had faded quickly once he saw everyone else fucking me. It seemed I always had at least two or three cocks working my body – one in my mouth, one in my pussy, and one or two in my hands. I lost count of how many times I came myself and there is no way of ever knowing how many loads of cum were sprayed on my tits, on my hair, on my face, in my pussy, or in my mouth.
I was literally covered with cum by the time we were done. My pussy was so full of cum that when the next cock would enter me the squishing sound of cum being pushed out of me could be heard. I insisted that each guy cum at least once in my pussy. By the time the last guy was finishing himself off inside my cunt I was afraid to stand up, not knowing how much cum would gush from my snatch all over my legs and onto the floor.
The last guy to fuck me was Tom, back for yet another piece of ass. I guess he must have figured that once he crossed the line he may as well go all the way! The rest of them had collapsed on the furniture or on the floor.
I was still on my back and so this time he fucked me in the missionary position. My legs were so tired I just laid back and let him do the work. Despite all the fabulous fucking my pussy had been given, his big cock was still a pleasure to have in me.
I don’t know where he managed to find some but, with a big grin, he shot one last load of cum inside my cunt. After he came he pulled out of me, laid down on the floor next to me, sweating and panting from all his exertions.
I got up and went into the bedroom, streams of cum oozing down my thighs and calves! Using the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, I looked myself over and barely recognized the girl I saw looking back at me. My hair was a total wreck and there were large traces of drying cum in it making it stick together. I couldn’t believe how much cum was on me; cum seemed to cover my entire face and body! I pulled the bedcover off and used it to wipe myself off.
My face and chest were flush and my mouth felt slimy and tasted of cock and cum. It began to sink in me as I stood there just what I had done this evening. I had fucked guys in my life before but in the past it was usually part of some type of relationship, even if just a physical one.
All of a sudden I must say that I experienced a very perverse pride at having been one hell of a fucking stripper. To tell the truth, there was only one word that could describe what I was this evening – whore.
Tonight I had given my young scrumptious body over to a group of horny men who didn’t give a damn about Candi, the 19-year-old coed. I had allowed myself to be their sex toy, to use my body for their own sexual gratification and lewd pleasure.
I had fucked what seemed to be a very decent man who had never wanted to be with anyone but his soon-to-be wife and, now for the rest of his life, he would have to live with what we did tonight.
With these thoughts going through my head I put my jeans and UNC sweatshirt back on. I saw a clock on the dresser — 3:30AM! I had been fucking almost continuously for four hours!
I was getting ready to go when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Bill was there. He handed me a sealed envelope. It was pretty thick and I knew right away what it was. Now I really was officially a whore — paid to be fucked!
“Just something the guys wanted to give you,” he said. “You were incredible this evening, Candi! I already want to fuck you again!”
For a brief moment I considered letting him fuck me again right there in the bedroom. I could have done it and he probably was more than ready to go again but I decided it would be better to leave him hungry for me.
With that I stepped through the door and past him. I gave him a quick kiss and grabbed his crotch, mindful of the hot cock under those jeans.
“Babe, you know what I like!”
With that I made my way out. It appeared that all the other guys were still recovering and so I quickly made my way to the front door and outside. The chilly winter air hit me like a slap in the face and I ran to the waiting taxi that Bill had called for me.
Luckily it was dark in the back seat so the cabbie could not really appreciate how much of a mess I was! When we arrived at my dorm, I quickly ran inside to get out of the bitter cold.
Fortunately I didn’t meet anyone on my way down the hall; who knows what they would have said looking at me like this! I tried to enter our room as quietly as possible but the damn door always creaked loudly and tonight was no exception.
The only light in the room was a small nightlight we used but I could make out Karen as she sat up in her bed. She was rubbing her eyes and her voice was husky from sleep.
“That you Candi? My goodness you are late tonight! Everything OK?”
“No problem, Karen, I’ll talk to you in the morning. G’night!”
Karen laid back down as I went by our beds to make my way to the bathroom. I was about to enter it when Karen stirred again.
She looked around and wrinkled her nose saying, “My goodness Candi, what’s that smell?”
Well, I knew for sure what that “smell” was, but Karen, the cerfified virgin, didn’t recognize the musky smell of sex of which I knew I must have reeked.
She wasn’t really awake though so I didn’t really have to answer as she lay back down and fell asleep. Hopefully when morning arrived she would have forgotten that I smelled like someone who had just been fucked repeatedly and hungrily by twelve guys!
In the bathroom I looked in the mirror and was very glad that I had not seen anyone in good lighting on my way back home. I looked like a tramp, especially my hair which had much more cum in it than I thought when I was in the dimly lit bedroom at the guys’ house. By now it was dried and I couldn’t wait to take a shower.
I must have spent 30 minutes in the shower trying to remove my trophies from this evening. I lathered and rinsed my hair three times before it felt clean again. I had dried cum all over me and every time I thought I was clean I found yet another spot on me.
Finally I felt like a real person again and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. I hid my outfit in a bag, put it under my bed, and dropped into bed. What a splendid night! I thought again about all the things I had done this evening.
I had to admit that I really enjoyed the entire night! Being the center of attention at the party was so thrilling and showing myself off to the guys and seeing how excited that made them was incredibly erotic!
Suddenly I remembered the envelope Bill gave me so I quietly reached under the bed to get it. I opened it up and was shocked — it was full of twenties and even a few hundreds. I counted it all up and the total was $840!
Hmmmmm, maybe being a whore wasn’t so bad after all! I wasn’t ready to become a streetwalker or anything but there were other possibilities including bachelor parties such as the one tonight or being a one-on-one escort. I fell asleep feeling much better about myself with a resolve to look into these new ventures as soon as possible.