Beth Visits gangbang party

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That was easy to arrange. Around eight-thirty I went down to the hotel’s bar for a drink. Sitting alone at first, I was soon joined by Stefan, a businessman who was stranded in Austin for the weekend. He was nice enough for my purposes.

We talked, drank, danced, drank, and eventually went to his room. Once there, barely inside, I surprised him by dropping to my knees to give him a wild blow job, just to get things started. He reacted well but I stopped before he came, wanting to preserve him for my own pleasure.

On the bed, I stripped my clothes off while helping him get out of his.

“Stefan,” I purred as I got on hands and knees, turning my back side to him. “Give me a good pounding.”

He had no argument with that suggestion. I moaned as he slipped into my amply wet pussy and gasped with every stroke that he slammed into me.

When I got tired of being fucked on my knees, we switched so I could ride him as a cowgirl.

I had my arms up, both hands on top of my head, bouncing and breathing rapidly, noisily. He kept his eyes on my wildly jiggling breasts. When I could see he was going to come, I got off and lay on my back with my mouth open, pushing my tits together and tweaking my nipples.

“Come on me now; I want your cum,” I told him. I stuck out my tongue.

With a big groan, he let go an ample shot, painting cum lines across my boobs and face with some going right in my mouth.

I sucked the last drops out of his cock, smeared around his cum then licked off my hands.

“Yum! Thank you so much,” I told him teasingly, as he collapsed on the bed.

After we snuggled for a few minutes, I asked, “Again?” I expected a negative reply, but I was wrong.

He stayed on his back as I licked his cock hard. With vigorous hand and mouth motions I got him off again in only a few minutes. I kept it in my mouth, sitting back as I made swishing sounds with his load. Finally, I swallowed it all.

He seemed really pleased with me and with his own performance. He worked overtime to return the favor, licking me into a solid orgasm.

My hours with Stefan were quite enjoyable, a pleasurable prelude to the wild circus of excess I expected the next night. On my way back to my own room, I was smiling broadly, warmed by memories and anticipation.

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Saturday went by very slowly as I waited for the evening to arrive. I had so much emotion invested, I grew anxious. Maybe nothing could measure up? Maybe I couldn’t do it? I wrestled with such questions until gradually those doubts ebbed, overtaken by my newly energized deep desire for slutty sex.

I would have started right away if I could have, but I had no influence over the schedule. I kept myself busy preparing my outfit, redoing my nails and hair, shaving and re-shaving.

When at last the hour arrived, I took a taxi to the club, timed to get there at ten p.m. When I got out of the cab, all I could see was a line of young people, dressed to impress, in front of a black facade. A small neon sign said “The Pit” in dripping red. Music was blasting through an open door, but a black panel just inside made it impossible to see anything.

Walking up the short flight of stairs, I attracted a lot of hoots and whistles, attention for my outfit. The black backless, sleeveless mini-dress had only two vertical sashes above the waist, rising to cover my breasts and tie behind my neck, leaving a deep V plunge in the center. Lots of skin and boob curves were on display. The hemline of the tight skirt was far up my thighs, closer to my crotch than my knees. My heels were stripper tall.

My shoulder length hair hung softly loose and I wore no makeup or jewelry. I only carried a tiny purse.

The part I was hoping to play dictated the look, or so I thought. I didn’t really know much about what was going to happen, but I was more than ready to jump in.

A large man in black pants and matching skin-tight turtleneck guarded the velvet rope in a spotlighted area at the head of the line of wannabes agitating to get in. I had been instructed to tell the gatekeeper that “Hammer sent me.” Supposedly I’d have no problem.

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