I was working my regular shift at a popular upscale restaurant on the Las Vegas Strip. The name tag on my manager’s uniform said Peggy Trent but that wasn’t my only name. Ten years earlier, when I was eighteen, I had been known as Cherry Brightly. For seven months I had a busy career as Cherry, an adult movie actress and featured live show performer, working for a company based in a suburb of Los Angeles.
I did pretty well, enough to bank some money to use when I left the adult business to go to college in LA. While getting my education, I did a few gigs to raise cash, but I left Cherry behind as I phased out that type of work before I left school.
Leveraging my BA in Business, I was successful in restaurant management using all my assets: a head turning figure, organized mind, outgoing personality, and a genuine interest in people.
I arrived at the table of three men loudly enjoying our excellent food and drinks. Their waitress alerted me that they were running up a large check so I wanted to make sure they were having a good experience.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Peggy Trent, the manager. Is everything to your satisfaction?”
They were very cordial, respectful, and apparently having a great time.
We chatted about nothing for a few minutes before the man closest to me said, “Aren’t you Cherry Brightly?” He was grinning ear to ear.
I was startled. No one had called me Cherry for years, but that night the name was back.
“Yes, that was my stage name at one time,” I answered.
He patted my rear, then continued, “I knew it had to be you. Those blue eyes…”
He paused, obviously happy to have found me.
“My name is Brad. I’m a long time admirer. You were fabulous in the movies I saw back in the day.”
He looked me over. “You look great now, too.”
I smiled, “Thank you. It’s nice to meet a fan.”
He asked, “Have you made any movies recently?”
He wasn’t leering or anything, but he kept his hand on me. I wanted to end the encounter but without offending him.
“I’ve been out of that business for ten years. Well, I hope you gentlemen have a fine evening.”
I turned to walk away.
“Wait,” Brad called. “Can we have a drink later, after your shift?”
“I really don’t do that-“ I started to say.
“Please make an exception for me,” he asked. “I may have something for you.”
They all “may have something,” but I thought it over. He was good looking, very polite. He and his two friends appeared to be respectable, businessman types, probably harmless. Oops, not quite, there was the hand on my ass.
But it’s Vegas…really, why not?
“Okay, an exception. For a drink.”
Brad and I agreed to meet at midnight, at the intimate Lily lounge in the center of the Bellagio casino, a vast palace just down the Strip from my restaurant.
I was ten minutes late, but I found Brad where we had arranged. He brightened as I approached.
“Were you afraid I stood you up?” I asked.
“Not afraid, but I would have been really disappointed.”
We were shown to a quiet table. The atmosphere was just right for the tentative status of our acquaintance.
At the table, he again complimented my looks.
“I love your blonde hair, the big loose curls especially. And you sure have kept your body in shape, slender but with ample boobs. Oops, can I say that?”
I laughed. “I guess 34C goes well with five-nine, one hundred twenty pounds.”
“Right, totally,” he hastened to agree.
When the waiter came, Brad expertly ordered a bottle of wine for us.
“What brings you to Vegas?” I asked.
“Our company has quarterly sales contests,” he explained. “The prize for the top team is a trip here, all expenses paid. My guys make a lot of money for the company so these outings are wide open, no questions asked.”
“What’s the company do?”
“Industrial machinery. We import equipment used to manufacture electronic assemblies. Very high tech.”
“Sounds like you are appreciated for your work,” I commented.
“Definitely. The recognition of winning the contest is a real morale booster. Not to mention the high bonus income of the top producers.”
He paused, looking at me.
“I can’t believe I’m here with Cherry Brightly,” he said, smiling and shaking his head. “This means a lot to me.”
“It’s awesome to hear you’ve kept me in your thoughts, but my career was not a big deal. For half a year I was a minor celebrity, one of thousands of young women who call themselves ‘porn stars.’ But that was ten years ago. Now I’m just a woman with an ordinary job.”
He didn’t accept that.
“First of all, you look fabulous. You could still be making movies if you wanted to. I’d pay to see you again.”
I thanked him and tried to change the subject. “The DJ here is great. It’s like an after hours club, but quieter.”
“Right, but back to you. Second of all, you are very together, bright and charming. I wouldn’t be afraid to take you anywhere.”
“Home to mother?” I asked.
“Well, I might have to edit your resume a little, but generally, yes, I’d take you home to meet my mother.”
We laughed, talked about many things, having a fine time.
Brad finally came to the point.
“I have a question for you, if I may.” he asked, a little nervously.
“Sure, go ahead.” I sensed he was thinking of me sexually.
“While the team is here I promised them a special event, one that requires an experienced woman. I was going to call an escort service, but I assume you know the score on such things. Could you recommend who to call?”
“Special event?” I asked. “What sort of event?”
“I have a very clear memory of you in ‘Bad Girl Downtown’ - the big scene near the end.”
Of course he was talking about the gangbang in that movie, one of my best known scenes. Ten men and me, pretty wild. When I appeared at clubs I was routinely propositioned, “Let’s party like Bad Girl Downtown.”
“You want a woman for your sales guys to gangbang?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “They are really psyched, but I haven’t booked the woman yet.”
“How many men are involved?”
“Nine, including me. All good natured guys who will treat you right while they bang you without mercy.”
That got a smile out of me.
He was clearly asking if I wanted to do it. Truthfully, the idea was exciting; images were in my head from my days making the movies. More significant, I could feel the arousal starting, the slight wetness, growing.
I stirred my drink while letting my thoughts settle.
“I remember the dialog,” Brad said.
“Really?” I asked. “I’m impressed if you do.”
Shaking his head, making his voice squeaky, he said, “Ten men Mr. Michaels? Oh, I don’t think I can do that.”
He changed to a deeper tone, “Sure you can, Cherry. In fact, you’re going to beg for more.”
Squeaky, “Oh!”
I laughed, reached over and touched his arm. “Amazing, you do remember.”
We smiled at each other across the little table.
I added, “Next, Cherry said, ‘I hope I don’t regret this.’ Then she took off her clothes. Or I did.”
“Yes, you did,” Brad said. “That scene is burned in my brain.”
He reached under the table and squeezed my thigh. I didn’t object, in fact I continued smiling at him, making it okay, as I thought over my situation.
As Cherry Brightly I had been a ‘barely legal teen’ porn star. But after that, I had successfully escaped the adult performer world. I didn’t stop having sex, but I was not an actress, with a Director yelling at me about which cock to suck next.
I was attracted to the idea of a gangbang. I knew what that felt like, being totally overwhelmed with powerful, lustful emotions, anticipating being the center of attraction, experiencing unlimited orgasms.
“Are you saying yes to the party?” Brad asked.
“Not yet. I’m struggling a little with the break from the path I’ve been on.”
Maybe it was the wine that let me reveal, “I don’t regret my porn career. I enjoyed being gangbanged on set, but it was stressful work. What you see on the video is a heavily edited version of the reality. To get an hour of video can take a long, agonizing day of shooting.”
Brad was enthralled with my rant as I summarized, “All the fun is drained out. For the performers, it’s mostly boring.”
“So it’s not sex that you remember, it’s more like hard work.”
“Right, you’ve got it,” I told him. “If your party is like a porn shoot, it’s not for me. I’m glad to have gotten out.”
Brad saw his opportunity. “Let me be blunt. I want our event to be the best party ever, starring you as our pet slut. Everyone will be dedicated to having their fun by giving you the time of your life.”
He leaned over to me, “All that buzzkill crap from your porn experience is not us.”
“If you can deliver on that vision, I’ll do my part,” I decided out loud.
Brad was immediately energized. “I’m so glad you want to do it. That’s a dream come true for me.”
We talked some more about the details, including compensation.
“I’m not an escort, it’s not about money. I want to have fun at the party, that’s enough for me.”
But Brad insisted, “I have to give you something. You must have expenses. Buy a new outfit? Or can I get you a gift?”
“I’ll leave that up to you,” I told him, ending the discussion.
The party would be in two days, at their hotel, starting at ten p.m. on the last night of their vacation.
At the party, I stood next to Brad as he introduced me to his eight man sales team. The large room easily accommodated the group, with plenty of seating, a king size bed, a bar setup and a giant flat screen on one wall.
He provided some details he got from me.
“Guys, I am very excited to introduce Cherry Brightly. I have had a crush on her for ten years, I’m sure you can see why…34C-23-34 if you’re wondering. She joins us tonight for our party.”
Applause and whistles broke out. I flashed a big smile, looked around the room at the eager faces sitting on the couches, welcoming me.
“Cherry Brightly started in porn when she was eighteen and made over seventy movies. She also won some awards for her films, including Best Gangbang Scene. She was a very popular live show performer, booked into clubs in California and Nevada, among other places.
“Cherry is our guest tonight, here to have as much fun - maybe more - than anyone else. So give her a big hand.”
The applause was again enthusiastic. Men holding drinks lifted them in salute. Brad put his arm around my waist, then kissed me on the cheek.
I was wearing a party dress that displayed my assets well, the clingy fabric exposing lots of cleavage up top and ending mid-thigh on my bare legs. In pumps, I was taller than most of the men.
I walked around the room to meet each man personally, to share a few words and a hug or kiss. I tried to remember all the names: Ed, Troy, Jack, Byron…too many to retain right away.
The guys weren’t shy. As I made the rounds, they were touching me, feeling, squeezing…I smiled and made light of everything.
After meeting the ninth man, Todd, I had a little task for him.
“Please help me take this off, Todd,” I purred, turning my back to him, indicating the top of the zipper. He slid the clasp all the way to my butt, opening the whole back.
I lowered the dress to the floor, with a slow sway and giggles. I stepped out of it and then kicked off my shoes, receiving more applause. At the same time, the lighting was softened and a video came on the big wall screen.
I was surprised to see myself as Cherry, ten years younger, in my gangbang scene.
I stood in front of the screen, so they could see me and the video at the same time.
“Have you all watched this?” I asked, smiling but slightly unnerved.
Everyone had. Brad explained, “We downloaded some of your most popular movies. They’ve been playing in here full time for two days.”
I hadn’t seen the movie for years, but there I was, sucking and fucking with abandon.
With a little spin around, I took off my bra and hung it on a lamp.
“Do I still look as good?” I asked, grinning, arching my back, lifting my boobs in my hands.
“Oh, better,” Byron said. “I like a woman who looks like she knows what’s what, not a teen.”
Brad came over, looking up and down my body clad only in lacy panties.
“Dance with me,” he said, hand extended.
The music track on the video was just enough for us to provide a floor show for the other men as Brad held me close and spun us around the room.
Brad kept checking the video and the others called out comparisons between me and my screen image.
“You look great topless, Cherry, live and on-screen.”
Brad played with my tits a little, proclaiming so everyone could hear, “She’s got a beautiful pair, I’m impressed,” as he fondled me and pinched my nipples.
Still dancing, I undressed Brad to his waist so I could press my jugs against his naked chest.
The men watched, noisy, yelling comments as we danced.
“She’s got pokies now, all erect,” one observed.
“Sure got me erect!”
“Her panties are pulled up so tight you can see her crack.”
“I’m getting very damp,” I commented. “Can you see that too?”
I didn’t mind the attention, in fact I really was getting quite hot from the treatment. I put one hand inside my panties, dipped in my slit, and brought a finger to my mouth.
“Ummm, I love it,” I told them.
I offered a finger to the crowd. “Want a taste?”
Several guys licked my outstretched fingers as Brad moved me around.
He knew how to kiss and his hands felt very good, sending tingles up and down. I moaned in appreciation and excitement, letting my head drop back in response. I could feel his hard-on; I gripped him there with one hand, squeezing and rubbing.
Other men moved in on us, close enough to stroke and fondle me. We stopped dancing, but stayed together, rocking a little with the music, making me available.
While Brad kissed me, the men tweaked my nipples, squeezed my tits and kneaded my ass. One ran his hands up my bare legs sending a major tingle over my entire body. I couldn’t help a noisy gasp.
He was trying to feel me between my legs, exciting me. Time for the panties to go. I bent over from my waist, pulling my panties down to mid-thigh, flashing my crotch. I opened my legs so my pussy could be stroked like they wanted, in addition to everything else going on.
That felt very slutty, adding to my arousal. I was pretty damp by then, very happy, hot and horny. Fingers went in and diddled me. Men pressed close, putting their dicks against my thighs and backside groove. Someone was dipping their cock head into me from the back.
I separated from Brad, slid the panties down to my ankles and off, slowly, wiggling my ass. I knelt on the carpet in front of Ed, among the men gathered around us.
“Beautiful little heart,” Ed complimented my pubes, shaved into a heart shape, my fine blonde strands barely visible.
Then he pointed to the screen and asked, “That’s fake, isn’t it?”
The screen showed me with a cock in my mouth and cum dripping from my lips.
“Totally real, I was there.”
The others laughed at Ed, but he still looked doubtful.
“I’ll convince you it’s real,” I assured him.
I unzipped Ed’s pants and got his cock out, drawing him into my mouth.
He groaned, leaning back to push his cock deeper.
I took him out for a moment. “So nice, long and hard,” I told him.
I returned to Ed, vigorously working him with a hand job and blow job combination, while all the men stripped down.
“Starting to believe it?” I asked him.
Ed just nodded.
Everyone watched closely as I sucked Ed to orgasm, the first cum shot of the night. After getting Ed’s last drops, I made a display of throwing my head back with my mouth open to show the cum pool.
“Real enough?” I asked Ed, after swallowing it.
He didn’t have anything to say at that moment.
I went back to Brad, positioning him on the couch. I knelt on the floor between his legs and licked his very erect, throbbing cock.
“Beautiful,” I cooed while licking. “Tell me, stud, when I was your fantasy ten years ago, what did you think about me then?”
“What do you mean, Cherry?” like he didn’t get it.
“I know what men do with my movies. What was in your head? Did you jack off on my face? Did you fuck me until you filled me with cum? Or something more kinky? Hmmmm?”
I licked his cock some more, then looked at him expectantly.
The guys were giving him jazz. “Yeah, Brad. What did you do with Cherry, in your dreams?”
He finally gave it up, face red, breathing heavily. “I pretended I could come on your pretty face.”
“That’s better, I like that. Was I on my back? Or on my knees, sucking you? What?”
I licked him between questions. He panted harder, looking worked up. His guys continued to harass him.
“On your back,” he answered. “I was up over you.”
I pushed away from the couch to lay on my back on the carpet.
“Come on,” I told him. “Position yourself just like the way you remember.” I extended my arms upward, welcoming him. He was stroking his dick as he brought it right near my face.
“That’s right. Ooo, I got drops of your spit and pre-cum on my cheek. Hot, do it more.”
Brad flung his wet hand on my face, then licked his palm and jerked his cock harder, spraying even more on me. I was gleeful, feeling very good, open for anything.
I pushed him, “Is anything missing? Like another guy fucking me at the same time? Tell the truth.”
“Yeah, another guy,” he gasped, jerking himself ever faster, short of breath.
“Jack, sweetheart. Brad wants you to fuck me.” I rolled my legs back and opened wide.
Jack lost no time invading me with his dick, plunging deep into my total wetness, giving me the most delicious erotic heat in my body. My boobs had swelled, my nipples were solid posts, my clit was poking out from its hiding place. I was hot, hot, hot.
I panted while asking, “Brad, should my mouth be open or closed?”
“Closed, stick your tongue out through your lips,” he answered quickly.
“Oh, very seductive,” I said before doing exactly what he asked.
He came, grunting and twitching, splashing my face with an initial shot of cum followed by more lines and then drips as he finished up. My tongue licked around my lips, finding copious cum. I took his cock and squeezed a few more drops onto my face, then licked him clean.
Brad gave a big exhale sigh and dropped down beside me, temporarily out of the action.
Jack was fucking me wildly, inflamed by my facial from Brad right in front of him. Cum was still dripping off my cheeks but I didn’t bother with it. They wanted a porn star, didn’t they?
I humped frantically against Jack, matching him stroke for stroke. We were both breathing hard, glistening with sweat, moving rapidly up the scale to the inevitable.
I got there first, climaxing with a very noisy outburst and thrashing around, pounding and yelling at Jack to keep going, harder and faster as I burst over the top.
My coming was the trigger Jack needed, exploding and filling my pussy with his cum as he groaned and arched into me. We collapsed together and lay there a minute, hugging.
When I got up, I gave him a little kiss, then went to lay on a couch where Cole was sitting alone. With my head on his lap, one cheek against his dick, I put two fingers into my liquid pussy, then licked it off. I painted some on my body and licked more.
The men were watching me, fascinated, maybe spellbound.
“What’s on the video now?” I asked. I couldn’t see the screen from my position but I heard a lot of sex sounds.
Cole said, “You’re on all fours with two guys banging your mouth and…um…bottom.”
“In my ass? Or pussy?” I asked innocently.
“Um, pussy,” he clarified.
I turned over on all fours, “Show me, big guys,” I said, taking Cole in my mouth and pointing to Lee, a man who had been in the outer circle.
Cole and Lee actually were big, my treat, one in each end like the video. They bore down with synchronized force, to let me have a serious reaming, generating a strong reaction as I gave it right back. My tits bounced underneath as I was pounded, forward and back, along with yelping, shaking and writhing, tossing my hair around, soon feeling another orgasm expanding as it swept over my body.
When I came, I involuntarily stopped sucking Cole as I threw my head back to moan big time and push back hard into Lee to give me a strong finish. I reached down with one hand to flick my clit for extra kick.
When I stopped, Cole grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head down on the couch. I lay on my back; he began jacking off.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded. He said to Lee, “Let’s paint her together.”
“I’ll open my mouth if you call me a filthy whore,” I told him.
“Okay, you filthy whore, open your fucking mouth,” he said.
“Oh, Cole,” I moaned with pleasure as I complied.
Cole and Lee stood over my head, side by side, making themselves come right above my face. I squirmed under them, playing with my clit, going faster and faster as we interacted.
I lifted one hand to touch Cole’s balls. I asked, “What do you say, Cole? What kind of woman does this for you?”
I lay there with my mouth open, tongue out, using my hands on my pussy while they got my facial ready.
Cole said, “A cunt, a cum smeared cunt.”
“Perfect, big guy. Make me a cum smeared cunt,” I replied, whimpering as I spoke, flaying my clit while I wiggled beneath them, near orgasm again.
When they both came, close together, I was again sprayed with warm, wet cum across my face, this time much of it directly in my mouth. While the guys quieted down, I used my tongue to stir it around, to blow bubbles and paint myself too, giggling the whole time with delight.
I didn’t have to move to take on the next two, Byron and Todd. Byron mounted me, reestablishing the wonderful rhythm that I’d had before. Todd nudged my head over the edge of the couch, wanting to fuck me all the way down my throat.
“Here it comes, long blonde cocksucker,” he said as his dick dove in.
The ride was smooth with incredibly intense feelings radiating from the two pricks in me, elevating me almost into a trance. They fucked me hard and fast, but I didn’t feel it like that. Rather, I was floating in the clouds, warmed by the intense motions of the three way coupling.
I reached up to put my hands on Todd, holding his upper thighs as he pumped his dick into my mouth. Combined with Byron’s stroking inside my cunt, I was in heaven.
When they came, my orgasm followed right away, an explosive whirlwind mix of their grunting with each cum spurt, my thrashing and squealing, and the loud cheering from the others.
I sat up as soon as I could. I let the cum in my mouth escape, dripping down my body, while I put one hand in my pussy to find more.
“In my videos, I was quite a cumslut,” I reminded them. “I was known for it.”
I smeared the cum all over my front, playing with my tits teasingly as I made myself sticky. When I was nicely coated, I looked around to see who had a hard-on.
“Brad, you’re nice and stiff. Are you thinking about one of my movies again?”
He nodded, then walked over to me for another suck off. My mouth alternated with his own hand job.
“Am I the most depraved woman you ever covered in spunk?” I asked.
He smiled, jerking hard, “Yeah, you certainly are.” He went faster, grunting, gasping.
“Worth waiting ten years?” I asked, then resumed sucking his cock, switching with hand pumping.
“Definitely,” he could barely say it.
“Then you should spit on me,” I suggested.
The guys got all excited about that as Brad leaned forward and spit on my hands to keep them wet for the hand job.
I looked up at him, saying, “You can do better than that.”
He spit in my face, slapped me across the nose with his cock, and then had a huge erotic spasm as his orgasm overtook him. While he came, I leaned in so my face was close, to get soaked all the more. Three others stepped up to spit on me and add to the cum dump while I laughed excitedly and continued to smear my body with their jizz.
“You guys are catching on,” I shouted excitedly, laughing.
When they were done, I was glistening with cum and spit, very happy with how it felt and how the men were looking at me.
“Anybody have a pet name for me now?”
They yelled out various things. My favorite new one was, “sperm leaking spit gash.”
“Let’s go on the bed,” I suggested. I pointed to Jerry because he had one of the longest cocks in the room.
I directed him. “Long Dong Jerry, on your back please, in the middle.” When he was in place, with his XL prong pointing up, I climbed on, straddling him, sitting on him backwards, using one hand to guide his cock into my butt hole.
I rested back, hands behind me, while he started to fuck my ass right away. I moved my feet to his thighs so I could use my legs to bounce myself with his cock going deeply into my ass on every down stroke.
“How’s it feel, hmmm?” I asked him, playfully.
“Fucking great,” he gasped.
Laughing and panting, I asked, “Do you like to shove your dick up my ass?”
“No lie, I love going up your ass like this.”
I was really feeling it, the heat enhanced by his words, responding only with “mmmm…” as I continued to pump away on his rod.
Everyone stood around the bed, watching what I was doing, jerking themselves, calling out to me with their ideas.
Jack wanted to double up. “Two in your ass. Can you do it?”
I was panting so hard as I nodded yes, motioning for him to merge in.
I pulled my legs back so he could easily see how Jerry’s cock was fitting in my asshole.
“Can you get your dick in on top of his?” I asked. I had experienced that in movies, but I wasn’t sure I could still do it.
No problem, Jack made it work, using a generous smearing of lube, poking his dick into me above Jerry at the top of my stretched asshole.
I put my head back, moaning and gasping with the short strokes by Jerry and Jack as they occupied me together. Jerry was underneath and I was looking up, so I couldn’t see him, but his motion and breathing told me he was having a good time.
“Pump me you slut,” he called, letting me know he cared.
And I could see Jack’s delight as he humped into my ass too, both wiggling dicks competing in the tight space. He was staring at the action with an amazed look on his face.
“Jack, what’s happening?”
He didn’t disappoint. “Two big cocks fighting to share your anal fuck hole.”
It got better as the others pressed in to see exactly what I was doing, coming close enough for me to suck dick as they knelt by my head and fed it to me.
There was always someone playing with my tits too, holding them as they tried to bounce around.
And they learned to love calling me names.
I was gasping and moaning with the motions, thinking about how to get another cock in my pussy. I absorbed their taunts and pet names, adding enormously to my arousal. They really got into it.
“Cherry, you’re a big horny twat,” one said.
“How do you know?” I asked him.
“It’s the two cocks in your ass and the third in your face, you twat.”
We both laughed as others chimed in.
“And the cum dripping out of your mouth,” someone added.
“And the pussy juice soaking the bed,” yelled another.
“Thank you, I love it all,” I told them, ending with an out of control deep moan.
“Let me turn over,” I requested. Jack and Jerry withdrew so I could flip. When I faced Jerry, I pushed backward to slide my cunt onto his dick, very easy. Then Jack had his opportunity.
“Fuck me both places, you bastard. Make me feel it,” I urged.
My asshole was on top now, open to be screwed. Jack’s first few strokes went there, followed by harder and deeper strokes in my pussy, shared with Jerry. He did a few cycles in each place as he went from one to the other. My sloppy wet cunt took two dicks very easily.
More cocks went in my mouth at the same time. All I had to do was hold my head still with my lips puckered; the guys did the work of rapidly fucking me in the mouth, overloading me with cum.
They also provided a shower of dirty names.
“Take it in the mouth, you cocksucking cum whore,” was typical, words that helped me get hotter and hotter.
“Get ready Cherry! My cock’s ready to blow a load in your cum face.”
“Tell me more,” was all I asked.
Jack banged a final hard flurry of cock force into me as he came in my pussy, then withdrew.
Troy, the last man who hadn’t had a turn with me, took over from Jack, eager to do the same things in my ass and cunt.
Jack gave me his cock to lick clean, tasting myself along with his unique flavors.
Jerry, on the bottom, started to sound like he was going to come so I humped and gyrated harder to help him.
“I want your cum, give it to me,” I insisted, urgently.
Troy opened a little more room so Jerry and I could make it happen, ending with a huge grunt and groan from Jerry as he added his cum to my pussy. He rested there for a few minutes; I could feel the wet as his softening dick dropped out of my slit. Troy kept going, non-stop.
Jerry got out from under, replaced by a new man, whose hard cock quickly got going in my cunt. Everything was great for me as the men doubled up in my ass or pussy, making rapid changes that kept me inflamed.
The sensations in my lower spaces were so intense, I wanted heavy action by the others in my mouth too.
“Fuck my mouth,” I gasped. “Fuck it. Gag me with your cum,” I urged, squealing as I felt something new in my ass. They worked hard to please me, to make it happen.
As a cock pushed into my pussy, I heard, “Now you’re going to get it, you fucking whore.”
“Don’t waste time telling me about it, fuck me like you mean it,” I shot back, demanding their utmost.
The number of men, the urgency of their sexual actions along with the general excitement of the scene took over my body with a series of powerful orgasms. Some of the men came at the same time as me, others just fucked me as vigorously as they could while the orgasm was going on.
Sometimes I could feel two dicks in my ass or pussy, or one in each, while I always had at least one in my mouth, pulsing deeply in my gullet. Cum spurted down my throat, on my face, on my front and back, and all over around my pussy and ass. Internal cum deposits soon found their way out when another hard dick took over the space or the liquids flowed by gravity as I was moved around and turned.
“Look at that epic creampie, look at her cunt drip,” an amazed voice let me know what they were seeing.
There was so much action, I couldn’t keep track of anything, who was doing what. I felt the sensations of the marvelous pricks dancing inside me, the cum surges from their orgasms, and my own out of control shuddering, twisting, arching, and moaning as I had my orgasms.
I heard their taunts as they enjoyed the freedom to call me erotic pet names to expand my pleasure and theirs.
When we quieted down eventually, they lay with me on the bed or sat further away, everyone amazed at the ferocious energy of that coupling by all of them with me. A few hands were lightly stroking me, someone was petting my hair.
“Cherry Pussy, you’re amazing. The videos are great but so lame compared to this party.”
I watched my video on the opposite wall, where the screen showed younger-me still busy with a pack of men, inspiring another round of fun with the guys.
I got an empty champagne bottle from the bar and brought it to a spot on the edge of the bed. Sitting there, peeled the label off the neck of the bottle, then put it in my pussy, delighting in the feeling of the smooth glass. I worked it in and out, swaying my body, tossing my head back and forth, moaning and crying out.
Someone behind me on the bed reached around to cup my tits. I didn’t know who it was, but his hands did good things for me.
I circled my fingers on my clit, twirling and tweaking as my passion rose again. Head back, I moaned and gasped as I moved my fingers faster and faster. The bottle went in and out, coated with my slime. The hands from behind me pinched my nipples and squeezed my boobs constantly.
I whined and complained, “Playing with my tits is a good start, but don’t any of you shitheads know what to do with a woman in heat?”
The first response was Todd who rushed to me, and shoved his hard cock in my mouth where it immediately began to spurt cum. He was so ready, quickly dumping his load in me and backing off. I kept going with the bottle and fingers, even more excited by the cum dripping from my lips.
Ed and Jerry joined me, both hard again. Ed knelt on the bed to put his dick in my mouth, while Jerry pushed in between my legs, competing with the bottle, stretching to use his cock tip to add to the stimulation of my clit. The hands on my jugs went away as Jerry pushed me flat on the bed, my legs still hanging over with my feet on the floor.
Ed adjusted his position to hose my mouth deeply, bitch slapping me with his cock between strokes. Jerry pushed the small end of the bottle into my ass, then fucked my pussy with rising excitement. I kept my fingers going on my clit without disturbing Jerry’s actions.
Jerry came in my cunt and Ed in my mouth, a minute apart. Jerry brought his dick to my mouth, using it to slap my face and spread the cum around.
“Nothing like mouth sloppy seconds,” someone said.
I laughed, “That’s more like it. Who’s next? Room for two more.”
Lee got between my legs, but I insisted, “Don’t I get a pet name for this?” blocking him with my hand, waiting.
“No way, bitch, you get to beg for it,” he practically shouted, startling me.
The other guys perked up, “Yeah, right, damn straight, fuckin-A!”
I was thrilled. “Oh, yes Lee. I want your cock, I want your cum. Please, please fuck me, come in me. Please?”
“That’s better, cum whore. Now I’ll give you a proper drilling.”
He shoved his cock in me so hard I gasped. We went at it really hard and fast, fucking like possessed animals, but I wanted something even more.
I yelled to everyone, crazed, out of breath, “Come on my face and tits. I’m so hot, soak me with it.”
Todd, Cole, and Troy gathered around my head, jacking off. They pumped themselves relentlessly joining the frantic motion of Lee and me. They were straining, panting and groaning to come.
“That’s so perfect,” I moaned. “Come for me, right on my face and tits, frost me totally…”
They didn’t all come at once, but it worked beautifully for the five of us. My orgasm almost tore Lee out by the root, but he recovered and filled my pussy with a geyser of cum, a crashing ocean wave. He gave a strangled scream when he did it, a primitive, extreme expression.
He then shoved a hand into my cum packed twat, scooping a handful, and slapping my face with it. I was startled but exhilarated as the slap merged with my climax.
The other three ended like I’d requested, coating my face and tits with plenty of cum.
“Put your dicks in my mouth. I want every last bit of cum.” I lay back, mouth open.
I took each of them in for clean up, encouraging them to smear their wet hands on me or to fling the last drops into my face.
I was cum glazed, a deep layer, using my hands to spread it everywhere.
Next I chose Jack and Byron, nearby on the bed but totally soft. “Come on,” I called to them.
I told Jack, “Dangle it in my mouth. You won’t be soft for long.”
Sucking a flaccid cock is entirely different. All the power and urgency is replaced by a tenderness, soft, smooth and warm, limply engaging. I really enjoy that phase, but of course the goal is to get it hard again for its real purpose.
I could feel the change with Jack, an increased firmness, greater length, the start of probing movements, in and out. I used my tongue and lips while reaching one hand between his legs to cup his balls, very gently.
Jack was ready again, pumping my mouth, pushing into my throat.
“Fuck my twat Jack. My pussy needs you.”
He transferred his shaft to my cunt while Byron brought his soft one to my mouth for the same treatment. Each man could watch the other doing me, at close range, speeding up the process. The result was two more yummy cum shots.
Jack admitted, shaking his head and grinning, “That’s number three, more than usual.”
Byron said it differently, “Cherry the Cumslut sure gets results.”
I stood up and embraced both of them, very sweet guys.
Brad had been watching from the bed as I took on his whole team. He hatched a plan.
He got up to speak briefly to three of the men who then got some neckties to use to tie me to a soft chair.
“Okay, happy slut, we’re going to finish you off in a big way,” Brad said.
I clapped my hands and jumped up and down with excitement, “Oh boy, oh boy…”
They positioned me across the arms of the upholstered chair, facing down, with my hands tied behind my back. My legs reached the floor, but my ankles and knees were tied to spread me open. My head dangled over the other arm.
“Beg for it, cum dump cunt,” Brad demanded.
“I want every one of you bastards to fuck me royally then come on my face.”
One by one they fucked my pussy or my ass in the tied position. My mouth was used too, until someone was ready to come. Then I got the shot directly on my face, usually so it would drip down slowly, coating me.
I licked up what I could when cum settled in the areas around my mouth.
“The cum lapping gash can’t get enough,” observed one of the men with general agreement from the rest.
Many of the guys slapped my butt before starting to fuck me, I could feel the red areas, a feeling that added a lot to the stimulation.
My arousal grew and grew until I was having small orgasms, one after another as the hosing continued. I twitched and yelped, but couldn’t change the way I was tied and couldn’t stop coming.
Hot ass, hot pussy, delicious feelings of my spanked butt cheeks and the jizz running off my face. How could I not orgasm?
“Drink the cum, you nasty whore.” I loved hearing it.
“Take my dick in your ass, cum sucker.” I was so hot.
“Look here, cunt. Here’s another shot for you.” I opened my mouth to take it.
Finally there was only Brad. All the others had had their fun, coming once, twice or more in all the ways I was on offer. I was oozing cum from everywhere. My face was spackled. I felt reamed, slammed, and hosed in every hole.
I was totally happy in every way, but wondered what Brad was going to do.
He untied me, pulled me to the bed and threw me down on my back.
“Oooo, now I’m going to get it,” I said, giggling, to much laughter.
Brad mounted me and fucked my pussy mightily. I pulled my legs back, holding my ankles as I drew my knees all the way to my chest.
“Oh, so deep. Ummm, go for it, cowboy.” I humped strongly back against his powerful strokes. Our cheering section yelled at Brad to do it harder, deeper, to make me feel it like never before, just what I wanted.
When Brad started to cum, he drew his dick from my cunt and sprayed up my body, wetting everything, my pussy, belly, tits, and face, all in one incredible spluge. After that blast, he brought his dick to my mouth, I opened so he could squeeze the last drops onto my tongue.
I fell back, wrapped my legs around Brad’s waist, and kept him in a scissor hold while I used my hands to come once again.
When I went off, I was out of control, thrashing my body, throwing my head left and right, wailing and moaning, spraying fluids, a really big one.
We both slumped on the bed, fucked out, while receiving a standing ovation.
After resting for a few minutes, I got up and staggered to the shower, followed by some of the men. In the warm spray, I slowly washed, still playing with myself to express remaining feelings and incidentally to entertain the men. I was interrupted by Cole who wanted to come again.
“Watching you got my engine running, I can’t quit. So, cocksucking whore, how about you suck me off?”
“Well, Cole, since you asked nicely,” I said, with affection in my voice. “Anyway, I owe you for a few good ones tonight.”
On my knees, sucking Cole as rapidly as I could, enjoying the shower water raining on me, I got my last mouthful of cum for the evening. When I had it all, I showed everyone, then spit it on my boobs, using both hands to distribute it around.
Jack praised me. “You are the greatest schlong slurping cum slut, ever,” he announced, starting another round of applause.
I blew a kiss to Jack, then everybody.
After I washed again, one final rinse and the show was over.
They all helped me dry off, with big fluffy towels, keeping the close and sensuous contact going, not wanting the party to end. I stood in the center, turning around with my arms in the air, legs slightly spread, allowing them to push towels into my every crack and crevice until I was all dry.
The intense sexual energy of the party gradually settled into low embers of lingering affection. I dressed but didn’t leave. The men treated me very well - including a call to Room Service to get me a late night selection of restorative food and drink.
They chatted with me in a friendly, quiet way until Brad said it was time to go. Everyone stood up, I went down the line, with a hug and kiss for each man.
Brad took me downstairs to the main entrance. He gave me a little blue Tiffany shopping bag. It was heavy for its size.
“For you, from our very grateful team.”
I teared up, hugged him. I didn’t even have to open it to know it was something wonderful.
When the limo arrived for the trip home, Brad said, “We’ll be back next quarter. We’re almost always the top performers.”
I took his hands and we stood close together for a moment.
“It’s a date,” I promised, sealing it with one last kiss.
“Good night, Cherry,” he said, wistfully.
