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*This is an edited to fit Reddit’s character limit. I’ll post the full version on my reddit user account soon!*

It was Tuesday. That meant a day full of boudoir photography. What started as a hobby collecting cameras blossomed into a full-blown career, and I felt incredibly lucky to be in that position.

Years ago, my clientele was largely made up of married women of varying ages. They all beamed as they stared into the lens, imagining the look of shock and invigoration on their husbands and wives’ faces when they revealed their secret project. Whenever I received a positive review on my website, I chuckled to myself, knowing that my client had probably just spent a long, dirty night with her partner before waking up and telling me the images were much appreciated.

Recently, a different batch of people began emailing me with requests. Beautiful, industrious young men and women with personal NSFW production businesses inquired about my photo and video abilities. They wanted a professional touch to their content, all post-production included. They were making ungodly amounts of money and knew quality was the way to keep an audience, perhaps gain some professional modeling work.

My friends were very dedicated to staying vigilant when it comes to noteworthy news events. As usual, my phone buzzed repeatedly as my friends riffed in the group chat. I saw they were discussing a new scientific study related to the organic makeup of female ejaculation.

The alarm on my phone chimed, reminding me of the coffee meeting I had scheduled with an editor, Ethan, from a trendy magazine. He had seen my website, scoped my portfolio, and was interested in hiring me to photograph a feature on the world of professional dominatrixes. I jumped at the opportunity, already a fan of his work and a long-time follower on social media. It was something of a dream for me to collaborate with him, and his petite, slightly elfish features were a lucky bonus in my desperately male-attention-starved mind. My stomach floated into my chest on my walk to the coffee shop as if I was approaching a first date.

He waited at the café table with a small journal and pen laid out in front of him, looking approachable in a thick sweater layer over a flannel shirt. I felt slightly overdressed, having selected a bodycon wrap dress that hugged every asset I’d want to highlight. Remembering my assigned mantra, I held my chest high as I strutted over to him, taking every step as if there was a camera pointed at me at the end of the path.

Graciously, he rose from his chair to shake my hand, holding my hand for what felt like longer than the usual convention.

“Nice to finally meet you in person, Rosa.”

“You too. Thanks for picking such a convenient place for us to talk.”

“Oh, no problem–our office is right down the street, actually. Looks like fate is on our side, huh?”

We placed our orders and received them, the time between events seeming shorter due to the obvious chemistry between us. I caught a growing blush spreading over his cheeks, just after a small bit of work talk. He didn’t usually do stories like this, he revealed, normally covering different lifestyle topics. They all had a wild sense of humor, agreeing to assign the shyest, more sexually repressed colleague to supervise a hyper-sexual topic.

“If I can be candid, and hopefully this isn’t overstepping, I have to admit that I haven’t had sex in about a year since my ex-girlfriend and I broke up. So, I think they’re fucking with me here…because no one else is fucking me…Good Lord, sorry. Clearly, they’ve gotten in my head.”

“Ouch, that’s rough. Seems a little mean. You should be able to go at your own pace. I don’t think I could survive that though. I’m a little too motivated in that regard.”

“It’s a shame I didn’t meet you on one of your conquests then. I feel like I’ve already crossed a few lines here. If I leave here without actually discussing the project I’m going to be hurting bad when I get asked how it went later.”

“Well, before we get to that, I am really itching to talk about a recent news article my friends and I were discussing right before I got over here.”

“Oh yeah? Hit me.”

He opened up his notebook, eagerly waiting for me to continue.

“So, you know I also shoot people’s nude pictures and stuff sometimes, right? Like, not just boudoir.”

“Mhm.”

“They did some experiment where a few women squirted for science.”

“So, how did they run the experiment?”

I giggled devilishly and fetched my phone and opened the group chat, finally seeing a dozen messages from my friends that excitedly wished me horny blessings before my meeting with Ethan. I scrolled away quickly, trying to force myself to stay in the curated frame of mind I was slowly losing. Starting at the top, I paraphrased all the expository messages for him.

“So, the goal of the experiment was to shed more light on what the chemical makeup of female ejaculate is, or, you know, squirting. I think there were, like, five women who had their bladders emptied so that the scientists could see just how much of it is piss, or something else. There’s different glands and stuff that both sexes have. So anyway, the women all had to either make themselves squirt, or involve their partners, who weren’t allowed to ejaculate themselves. Can’t spoil the sample, obviously.”

“What were the results?”

“Well, like everything in science, it was a little bit of column A, little bit of column B. When you think about all the shared characteristics of all reproductive anatomy, it makes sense, right? Turns out squirt is a little bit cum and a little bit piss, who knew!”

He laughed, recording my explanation quickly in the notebook. I could tell he was starting to sweat a little bit, tugging at his sweater and pulling it above his elbows.

“Hmm, interesting. I guess I didn’t have any feelings about that before, still don’t. I don’t really care what’s in it; I just think it’s hot.”

“I agree. My friends did, too. They were all quite jealous they didn’t get to participate in an experiment like that.”

“By ‘friends’, do you mean your model clients?”

“Sure do. All of them basically said that if the opportunity ever arose, they’d do it immediately. After considering it a little further myself, I think I’m beginning to see the appeal.”

“The appeal…of squirting, or…the experiment part?”

“Hm. A little bit of column A, little bit of column B?”

“Hah, nice one. Well, um, I mean I know you said they were either by themselves or with their partner, but what if there was one guy there who had to go around and do it for all the women? How many did you say there were again?”

My eyes widened, and I slapped my hands down on my thighs.

“No way! That’s exactly what my friends said. You have a dirty mind just like them. I think there were five, by the way. Would you ever want to do something like that? Be the guy who comes in and makes all the ladies cum?”

His expression was pure shock, mouth slightly open with a furrowed forehead.

“I…uh…well, I guess that would be quite the story.”

“I’m being serious. If I were to ask you today, if I had all of the women eager and ready to do this, would you? We could walk to my studio and they’d all be there in around an hour. “

“If you’re serious, I’m serious, then.” His voice cracked a bit, but he continued bravely. “I’ll text everyone and say the meeting is running late because I wanted to scope out the studio.”

“Okay then! I’ll send a message to everyone in the chat now.”

My fingers never moved faster. They all agreed just as quickly.

“Well, Ethan, I have some interesting news for you. My friends have spoken once again, and four of them want to come join us at the studio to perform this experiment. Their names are Demi, Zo, Amara, and Emily. They’re all real nice gals who are very pretty, and quite frankly, feel the same way about you. Amara, in particular, has specifically used the word ‘pretty’ to describe you before. I’d agree.”

“Okay…bring me to your studio then…Please.”

~

I had to close the blinds on the windows once Ethan and I arrived at the loft. He slowly walked around, marveling at the decor, making quick comments about certain art on the wall, or a particularly interesting fur rug. I instructed him to begin moving the lounge chairs into the center of the room, pushing them a few inches next to each other, horizontally lined up.

He chuckled.

“The exam tables, eh?”

“Of course. I gotta go grab the tablecloths now.”

“Tablecloths…?”

“To protect the furniture.”

“Oh..huh. Yeah.”

I scurried to retrieve the plastic cloths from the cabinet, laid them out, then stood back and observed the surroundings, confirming all privacy was ensured. Giving Ethan a thumbs up, I slowly removed my shoes. He followed me, standing still as he waited for my next cue. I happily indulged his curiosity, pulling at the rope holding together my wrap dress. With my newfound brazenness, I released the tie with one swift motion and let it separate in front of my chest, my nipples painfully hard. I could see Ethan’s eyes tracing every line of my body. Smiling at him, I rolled down the waistband of my tights, bending over as they made their slow descent down my legs. I watched his hand reflexively clutch his crotch through his pants. I could see how hard he was; the material was doing nothing to hide almost every detail of his cock. That just emboldened me more, my fingers finding their way into the elastic of my lacy underwear.

“Want more?”

I wasn’t sure where my voice had even come from. I must’ve been mimicking what I had heard my friends say on set previously as I filmed them getting naked for their co-stars. They at all times had such a sultry way of speaking, hanging onto each word like it was a drop of sweet honey. They made men wait for them, lose control when impatience ran out. I wanted to make Ethan squirm and make the same faces I captured in the videos, needy and enthralled by my friends.

“Well, Ethan. You’ll need to be patient. Take off your shoes and socks.”

Obeying my orders, he quickly kicked off his boots and removed a pair of thick socks. His nerves were quickly fading, giving way to an willing energy.

“Good. Now the sweater.”

He happily took off the sweater and started to unbutton his shirt.

“No. Stop. That’s my job.”

I strolled over to him, hips swaying like I did earlier at the café, trying to manifest the energy of a succubus as I approached. He had his shirt buttoned to the top, and I stood on my toes to reach. Politely, he leaned over to make the maneuver easier, so I rewarded him with a soft kiss on the ear, grazing my lips over the soft skin. That was the first time I heard what he sounded like when he moaned. It was breathy and low, at a frequency that creeped up and down every receptor in my body. With every button I undid, I ran the tips of my fingers lightly down his chest and slid my hand underneath the fabric, stroking his chest hair. With each inch, I bent down to kiss him as I rubbed, suctioning my lips against his skin and firmly sucking. The fact that it had been a long time since a woman touched him like this made me want to give him an unforgettable experience, and I could already tell by rubbing against his crotch that he was extremely hard for me.

Finally, I reached the last button and slid the shirt off his shoulders. Pulling him close to me, I scratched down his back with my long nails, possibly drawing a small amount of blood. He groaned against me, thrusting himself forward against my underwear. I giggled. I could already see a spot of precum staining through the light colored slacks. If I focused hard enough, I would’ve been able to see the subtle twitches as his hard-on tensed against the seam.

“Mm, you’re so hard for me right now. Are you getting excited? Can’t wait for what’s coming next?”

He nodded and took a shaky deep breath.

“Good. Now I’m going to take off your pants, okay? I see the mess you’ve already made.”

Again, he nodded, this time with a small gulp. With that, I unbuttoned and pulled down the fly, slowly shimmying them over his hips. As foreshadowed, his boxer briefs were barely containing his erection, its twitches now all easier to see. The streaks of precum were extremely obvious at this view; he had unfortunately chosen a pair of light gray underwear that were quickly turning dark gray.

“Wow, you’re quite hard right now, aren’t you? That’s incredible. Are you in too much pain, Ethan? Do you want me to touch it?”

“Please. Please, do that.”

I brushed my pointer finger over his underwear. His cock pulsed against me, almost moving with a mind of its own towards my touch. When he moaned, I added another finger, pressing harder as well. With my other hand, I cradled his balls, manipulating them in my hands.

“Oh fuck, Rosa.”

“I’m not done yet. I have to make you cum now, okay? You have to last long enough to fuck all of us later. You can’t cum in five seconds and disappoint us.”

He groaned and stroked his newly-freed cock, pushing it towards my mouth.

“Is it okay if I cum in five seconds now, though?”

“I’m not sure if I’d expect any less.”

I moved my head forward and took his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as it was encased in my mouth’s warmness. I let my saliva drip down, preemptively lubricating the length of his cock. It gave me the perfect opportunity to wrap my fingers around the shaft and start stroking with a firm grip. He thrust forward into my hand and mouth, pushing a few more inches of himself into me. With that encouragement, I sucked hard while going down the entire length. I could feel him in the back of my throat, testing my gag reflex, and the sensation made me moan. I felt my own wetness growing as I sucked him, wanting to reach into my panties and rub my clit to the pace I was setting. The temptation was strong, but I had to deny myself. I feared even touching myself would work too well, causing me to cum, possibly even squirt, wasting my precious resources. I needed to mentally edge, let Ethan cum while I deprived myself of doing the same. If I could, I’d bottle the intense horniness I felt then, distribute it with all my friends as Ethan pleasured us all.

Ethan’s moans got more intense as I continued to suck, cradling his balls as I did so. It felt like my prize was just seconds away if I worked hard enough, if I choked on his cock and let him thrust hard into my face. I grabbed his hands and guided them into my hair, telling him to grab at the roots and use my mouth as a hole. He fucked me hard, holding my head steady to angle himself perfectly down my throat. His rhythm would change every so often, going from rough, frantic strokes, to measured thrusts, one hand in my hair with the other squeezing my breast. I heard numerous forms of affirmations, Ethan telling me about how warm and tight my throat felt, how good I was at taking his cock.

When his moans became unintelligible curses, and his cock began to pulse in my mouth, I knew I was about to take down a throatful of his cum. I dug my fingers into his back again, holding myself down to the base. I swallowed hard, flexing all the muscles around him, the tightest way I could suction my body around him. His grasps on my breast and hair tightened noticeably, and he let out one final moan.

“Rosa, I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

I bobbed my head up and down, trying to tease out his orgasm. Finally, I felt the hot ropes of his cum shooting down my throat, gagging slightly since I couldn’t swallow nearly quick enough. It was as though he had an endless supply of semen. I greedily swallowed every last drop and licked my lips after it was done, letting his cock soften in my mouth before Ethan pulled it away.

“Holy fuck. Thank you for that.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. This is just the start though. I think my friends are about to arrive…”

Finally dropping my dress off my body, I swayed over to the kitchen area and poured myself a drink of water, letting Ethan enjoy the view of my toned ass in a thong from a distance. My phone chimed in my bag next to Ethan, and I practically threw the glass down onto the counter, running over to see Demi’s name appear on the screen. This was it.

“Hey!”

Her voice was chirpy and energetic, and I could hear the chatter of my other friends in the background.

“Hey, we’re all here! Can you buzz us in?”

I turned to Ethan and winked, letting him know to prepare himself emotionally. It was time.

“Hell yeah. Come on up.”

Soon after, I answered their knock on the door. All four ladies looked deadly: blown out hair, gracefully applied make-up, numerous body-hugging clothing, stylish and revealing. Amara was the first in, embracing my practically nude body. I had never been that close to a woman when dressed in this little, and the new feelings bubbling inside only amplified the fire inside of me.

“Rosa! You’re hot as fuck! Look at your tight bod.”

I blushed when Zo kissed my cheek, batting her beautiful ivy-green eyes at me. She leaned in to whisper in my ear, warm breath tickling my ear as she spoke.

“This is going to be so fucking fun.”

I nodded while giggling and kissing her back.

“I know. Look at Ethan. I went down on him before you guys got here.”

Emily’s husky voice appeared behind us.

“Boooo, you’re leaving us out.”

I pulled away from Zo and brought them over to Ethan. I could only imagine what was happening in his mind at that moment, a herd of women charging at him with the sole intention to drain his soul by way of his cock, already hard again in the short time it took for us to walk over. The greeting was comically formal, with each of the ladies approaching him one by one, shaking his hand and introducing themselves. They all seemed to have their little comments and compliments to throw at Ethan as he sat there, frozen in his seat.

“Aww, you’re even cuter in person.”

“Oh, wow, you ARE pretty!”

“You definitely look like you know how to fuck. Thanks for coming.”

“I’m so glad you want to do this. I can’t think of someone better for the job.”

He giggled at all the praise, running his hand through his hair, nervous to be the center of attention. I smirked from the sidelines, thinking to myself that he would have to overcome that fear quickly. It was about to be all eyes on him, a piece of meat to be shared with a hungry pack. I approached him last, pulling his chin up with a tender touch and kissing him lightly on the lips. Satisfied, I returned to the group, clapping once like a team captain.

“Alright, sluts. You know what to do. Everybody strip.”

They were all happy to undress for Ethan, all nude almost instantly. I figured I needed to join them, choosing to finally step out of my thong. In another situation like this, I would’ve felt extremely odd in a room full of extremely attractive women. They all had different body shapes and sizes. Emily was tall and lanky, Zo incredibly muscular and in shape from her years as a contemporary dancer, Amara with thick hips and an hourglass curve in her waist, and Demi, soft and chubby in such appealing places. I wondered I should’ve felt intimidated, but I didn’t. Instead, I felt overcome by the shared feminine energy of uncontrolled arousal.

The women all looked at Ethan, his head darting back and forth, unable to focus on just one of us for too long. Amara groped her breasts, squeezing them, and taunted Ethan.

“So, Ethan, Cutie Pie, how’re you feeling? Like what you see?”

He enthusiastically nodded.

“Yes. Totally. This is insane. Wow.”

Demi joined in.

“Aww, we’re excited too. Are you ready for us?”

Ethan nodded again, tapping his foot on the ground anxiously. I could tell we were torturing him, and I was feeling a little tortured myself.

I couldn’t stop looking at my friends. I had never seen their bodies in this context before; it was like my mind allowed me to acknowledge how sexually attracted I was to them now that there was no money involved, no expectation of my professional services. No, this was vacation. Time off. I savored the view of those familiar bodies, intimately knowledgeable of each curve and line. I noticed new things, the way Zo’s light brown nipples looked as they grew from soft to hard, but still adorably puffy. Emily’s ass was larger than you’d expect for someone her size, perky and round. Demi’s fluffy, light pubic hair glimmered with wetness. Amara’s long, curly hair framed her large chest glamorously, making her look like a portrait of an ancient goddess. I was smitten.

“Alright everyone, take your positions. As you can see, Ethan has so kindly laid out chairs for you. Lie back and start rubbing yourself slowly as I explain the process.”

They all made their way to the chairs, lying back, their hands beginning to stroke their dripping wet pussies as they warmed themselves up.

“Okay. So, first and foremost: this isn’t really scientific. We’re not measuring anything. We’re just here to cum. You may cum and squirt as many times as you want. I only ask that you try to aim yourself on the plastic coverings. You can use your hands and fingers to make yourself cum while Ethan is not at your station. I encourage you to watch each other, perhaps try out the techniques your co-participants are utilizing to make themselves cum.”

I heard Ethan gulp behind me. The reality of this was setting in for him. I knew he was dangerously hard while watching the four women in front of him rub themselves. They were all hard in their own methods too, clits throbbing and impatient waiting for the command to go faster. I walked over to my own chair, not touching myself yet.

“Ethan will rotate around the group, using his hands, fingers, and mouth to make us cum. Once we’ve all cum a few times each, it’ll be time for Ethan to cum. Then, we’ll all get on our knees in front of him and suck his cock, have him bust all over our faces. Sound good?”

There was a sea of “fuck yes’s” and “oh yeah!’s”. Ethan was still silent, but as I turned around, I noticed he was cautiously stroking his cock, observing the scene in front of him intently as he got more confident with the idea. I knew his fear would melt away. Of course it had to. We all needed him and his cock more than anything. I started rubbing my clit and threw my head back.

“Alright then! Ethan, get to work!”

He approached me first, perhaps because he was the most comfortable with me at that moment. Admittedly, I felt honored to be in this position, never being one who was selected first in many things. My fingers played with my clit furiously, biting my lip as he lowered to his knees. He was right in front of my pussy, dripping and shiny in the natural light. His fingers and mouth were slow at first, teasing just above my clit with small kisses while rubbing my thighs. He bypassed my clit initially, following a path down my inner thighs. One kiss. A pause. Another kiss. A longer pause. I let out a wavering gasp at the absence of his mouth, and he chuckled before returning to my thighs. He bit gently, causing me to arch my back and grab at his hair tightly, pulling him up to my clit.

“Please, lick me.”

Next to me, Zo moaned.

“Yeah, Ethan, lick her. Look at her–she wants you so bad.”

Ethan beamed at the crowd encouragement and dove down, tongue poking at my vagina, penetrating an inch or two before he pulled it out again. He licked from the bottom of my vagina up to my clit, flicking it with his tongue lightly while reaching up my body to feel my breasts. He squeezed them as he licked me, twisting my nipples and pulling them. The slight pain amplified the feelings of bliss growing in my pussy, making me grip even harder at his hair. It was so soft; I could see myself playing with it sweetly on another occasion. But then? I could’ve ripped it from his head with how hard I felt myself about to cum. He sucked on my clit, applying a bit of suction while sliding a finger inside of me, tickling my g-spot. Each second of contact created an overwhelming surge of pressure in my clit, begging to release.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.”

The ladies all cheered for me, telling me to cum for them. They wanted me to squirt. I wasn’t sure if I would squirt yet, but I felt that powerful urge building up inside of me. Emily shouted to me.

“Cum, Rosa, cum!”

Her voice was forceful and authoritative. I knew that was it for me. Ethan licked faster, shoving his head down on my cunt as hard as he could. I wasn’t sure he was able to breathe, but I didn’t care. I shoved his head down with no regard for him, just as he had done to me earlier when I choked on his cock. I reveled in this mutual balance of power, both of us totally dedicated to making the other cum no matter what inconvenience it was to our comfort.

I closed my eyes and moaned louder than I ever have, my pussy clenching as I began to cum. Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure let itself burst, and I squirted all over Ethan’s face and hair, his forehead, some dripping down his nose. He pulled away and smiled at me, proud of his work, successfully completing his first mission.

Looking to the rest of the group, he chuckled and asked, “So, how many of you guys came? Show of hands.”

Every single one of my friends raised their hands.

Demi interjected.

“I came three times!”

That made Ethan moan, and he made his way next to Demi, with Amara to her left. He extended both of his hands out, squatting between the two women, and finding his way to their cunts.

“Alright. So, I’m gonna need you to rub your clits while I finger both of you, okay?”

The both nodded and continued to play with themselves, groaning and whimpering as Ethan slid two fingers into both of them.

“Fuck, you both are so wet.”

He fingered them deeply, angling his fingers upwards and stroking inside of them. His pace was relentless. I wasn’t sure how he was able to maintain such uniform and steady pulses. His forearms must’ve been insanely strong. Maybe he was bluffing about his lack of recently sexual experience. Maybe Ethan was a dirty liar who actually went around town fingerfucking women to squirt for hours every night. Maybe. My thoughts were racing as I rubbed my clit, watching Amara’s body shaking, and hearing Demi’s angelic, soprano voiced moans. They were feeling so good from Ethan’s attention, the veins in his arms straining as he powered on like a machine. Three fingers now. He was stretching them out using their sloppy wetness as lubrication. I could see he was so hard, yet focused so deeply in his task before him.

“Amara, play with your nipple with your other hand. Demi, rub faster. You’re going slower than me.”

The two women seemed to respond extremely well to his growing sense of confidence. They couldn’t help but thrust down against his fingers more, the wet sounds projecting loud enough for us all to hear. Zo reached out her free hand to me and held it, whispering to me like she had earlier.

“I think I’m about to cum, Rosa.”

“Then cum, babe. Just cum, he’ll be over here soon.”

Zo basically screamed, gripping my hand with tremendous force as she squirted all over the chair. I watched the tiny droplets drip down her thigh and noticed how even her calves were wet at that point, such powerful projection.

Enthralled by that display, Demi, Amara, and Ethan escalated. Ethan leaned back on his haunches powerfully, using all his strength to keep penetrating the women deeply. His fingers easily slid in and out at first, but by that point, their pussies were tight and unforgiving, not eager to let go of his touch. Almost at the same time, Demi and Amara exclaimed that they were gonna cum. Demi was shaking as she rubbed herself, and Amara’s face was stuck in a static expression of her lips in a wide “O”.

“Cum for me.”

Ethan kept his fingers inside of them as they both began to squirt, Demi’s stream blasting upwards into a long arch, and I couldn’t help but be impressed. Amara followed, squirt coming out between short pauses as her entire body sunk into the chair. They looked like they were in Heaven, and Emily noticed. She beckoned Ethan over to her. I chuckled. Poor Zo. She’d have to wait a little longer. All the better; her orgasm would probably be more intense than any of ours.

Ethan kneeled in front of Emily, separating her pussy lips with his fingers.

“Mm, you’re extremely ready for me, huh?”

“You know it, babe.”

“Spread your legs for me then, as much as you can. I want to see everything.”

She obliged, showing Ethan, and everyone, her gorgeous pussy. I could see that she was already a little stretched out, clearly having used a few fingers on herself before calling Ethan over. I silently praised her in my head; it certainly was calling out to be licked. I was excited for her that she was about to experience what I had.

Emily held her arms behind her head as she moaned, as if imitating the traditional male pose while getting blown. I found it incredibly hot. She seemed so in control despite not even touching Ethan. He didn’t tease her at all, he went right into licking circles on her clit. He already had two fingers inside of her as well. He was not messing around. I knew she would cum quickly from the way it was so easy to use his face.

She thrusted upwards, rubbing her pussy against him and setting her own pace. He was no longer the leader. She dictated how this would go, whether or not that included her grinding against his nose to bring herself closer to cumming. His hand gripped into her hips, her body his anchor in the storm. With the other hand fingering her, he thrusted his fingers with the passion he held for Amara and Demi. Emily moaned words of affirmations for his skills.

“Oh fuck. You are so good at this. Good work. Good job. You are so good.”

Her delivery sounded like a song, every word bending into the next with raspy breaths.

Not long after, she began squirting, the angle of her legs making it shoot straight upwards and fall onto Ethan once again. He was getting soaked from us, the trophy for his excellence. Emily pulled him up to her mouth and licked some of her cum off of him.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Ethan kissed her back, then looked over devilishly to Zo.

“Hi, beautiful, you ready to cum now?”

“Oh God, yes! Please.”

Ethan crawled next to Emily, positioning himself in front of Zo’s drenched cunt. It was so soaked from what to her must have felt like hours of waiting. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, being absolutely evil. How could he continue to tease her? She needed him.

I didn’t know what came over me, but I leaned over to reach my hand over Zo’s clit, gently massaging it. She looked at me with wide eyes. I was surprising many people today, clearly. Ethan smiled wide, thrilled at my participation.

Ethan finally relented, thrusting his fingers inside of Zo while I continued to rub her. I kept his eye contact as he fingered, trying to match exactly what he was doing for her. I watched her face and knew she was in a world of her own. Her eyes were rolling back in her head repeatedly as her lips parted open slightly. They were pink and glossy, plump, beautiful. Her cheeks were blazing red with overstimulation as she frantically gripped onto Ethan and me. Her grip was tight, desperate, the hold of someone who was about to explode. I pressed the problem with Ethan.

“She looks so fucking cute right now, doesn’t she, Ethan? Look at her blush. She looks like she’s about to cum all over your arm.”

Zo nodded and moaned, staring up right at me as her eyes rolled back again, shoulders locked, and her body tensed. She was cumming, maybe even more than any of the previous women. It seemed to never stop. Each time she shuddered, another stream blasted against Ethan, splattering onto me. I licked it, and it was sweet. It tasted like nothing at first, and nothing after either, just the suggestion of an intense pheromone.

Ethan stood up, looking exhausted as he addressed all of us.

“So, how was that?”

What answered was a cacophony, so many voices groaning and moaning in agreement that they had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I rose from my chair, staring into Ethan’s eyes while I came up to him and took his hand, leading him to the center of the group.

“Okay, Ethan. It’s time for us to thank you for everything.”

He paused, staring at all of us, then shifted nervously on his feet.

“Umm, I was wondering if…well, I’d kinda like to fuck Rosa while you guys help out.”

Now it was my turn to be shocked. I looked at him, seriously wondering if he was joking. He gave me a face that told me he was serious. Saying nothing, I nodded, and lay back on my lounge chair.

“Spread your legs. Everyone else, rub her nipples, rub her clit if you can reach it. Kiss her.”

They were all happy to do it, Zo leading the bunch by kissing me deeply on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth and dancing it against mine. Amara and Demi grabbed my tits, and Emily gently rubbing me, barely any contact at first, just to make me want something harder, more intense.

As I was distracted with the ladies, Ethan entered me. I was instantly enamored with the feeling of his cock. It was like it was made for my cunt, perfectly curving up against my g-spot without having to put in any wondered towards technique. He was a natural in everything related to the orgasm, I was realizing. His fingers, his mouth, his cock–all of them were spiritually destined to be in this moment with all of us, inside of me.

I felt every sensation on my body: nipples being played with, clit rubbed, soft Zo lips tickling the sensitive skin of my ears, neck, and collarbones. Everyone felt so soft, smooth skin and warm, sometimes clammy hands. I realized I had created my own experiment here. Sure, the squirting experiment was clearly fantastic, but this was something else. I was the sole subject. Everyone was dedicating their efforts towards my happiness and gain. I was no longer the voyeur; this was pure exhibitionism. All my friends had looked so incredibly sexy when they were squirting, and I knew they wanted to get a closer look of me doing it now.

Ethan thrust into me hard, going as deep as he could. The force of him kept pushing me backwards, so the ladies held up my shoulders for support, but also to thrust me back down onto Ethan, a small power struggle playing out in front of us. My breasts bounced uncontrollably as he fucked me, and he reached down to fondle one of them. He flicked my nipple while holding his cock inside of me, pausing all motion entirely, just rocking gently to give me a little bit of pleasure to mix with the pain.

I lost myself in the pulse of my vagina. I could feel every subtle movement of him inside of me against my g-spot, and it felt like a thousand of his fingers tenderly stroking me. He was looking into my eyes, smiling slightly while also moaning, truly soaking up every bit of this experience. That made me slide down onto him harder. I went rogue. No facial at the end, sorry ladies: I needed him to cum inside of me, fill me up with his hot, sticky cum. We had been surrounded by ejaculate all day, and he had to participate. This was his reward, after all.

Demi’s took the position of rubbing my clit, kneeling next to me.

“Hi, Rosa,” she cooed, “having fun?”

“Y-yes, I am.”

She looked up to Ethan and smirked, giving him a knowing wink, almost to say, “Okay, let’s make this slut cum.”

Ethan fucked me harder, pushing every limit my body had. My hips felt bruised from his own hip bones bashing against me. I was ready; everything that happened today was leading up to this exact opportunity, and I knew I would take it. My pussy tensed around him, and he stopped moving, just standing still through the repeated pulses and contractions of my vaginal walls. They were trying to suck the life out of him. My pussy wanted his cum to drip out of me, mix our juices together and leak onto the chair.

I squirted with extreme pressure, covering both Demi and Ethan’s torsos almost entirely. There was no controlling the direction of my spray. My pussy had a mind of its own. There was so much to get out of me, so much sexual energy practically choking me. I could barely breathe or see. The room was a constellation of shining dots and a black void. I might’ve passed out for a second, but it was worth it. I felt like I had been reborn.

Ethan groaned as if he was feral, pounding me faster and faster, trying to push himself to his limit as well. Amara pet my hair as she murmured to me.

“You did such a good job. So pretty when you cum.”

I tried to thank her but was interrupted by a moan as I realized I could feel his cock growing even harder. I knew this sensation. I was about to be filled up, creampied, owned by him. Ethan pushed forward roughly one last time before he started to cum, slowing himself to gentle rocking against my hole. Every ejaculation was noticeable to me. The inside of my cunt felt like it was reaching a critical point of fullness, and he was still pumping more into me. It leaked out around the sides of his cock, dripping onto the plastic below me in a shockingly large load. There was so much liquid below me. It was a pool of Ethan and me, our nasty encounter swirling into a mixture.

He sighed deeply and pulled out slowly, leaning down to kiss my stomach before the suction broke, and cum dribbled down my thighs into the pool of cum. All of my friends looked at us with amazement. They had gotten lost in the show, mesmerized by the motion of our movements and my uninhibited expressions of being overcome by lust.

Emily grinned and looked at the ladies, confidently gesturing to the cum under me.

“I say we should get down there and taste all of that.”

The women were shocked, but amused, and all wanted to participate in the request. They got on their knees and started lapping up all of the cum hungrily. It dripped from their lips in thick globs that they licked clean. Zo turned to her right and kissed Amara, sharing our cum between them. Once they felt satisfied with their work, they stood up and kissed Ethan and me. It was a full circle of cum, all of us coming down from the intense hormonal blast we had all felt. The taste was somehow grounding, letting us all decompress into a calm afterglow. Ethan sighed and reached for the pile of towels I had set up earlier.

“You guys are not from this planet, are you?”

We all giggled and walked over to fetch towels too. After I wiped myself off, I sat on his lap, reaching my hand around him to play with his hair. Just as I had expected, it was a nice, comforting feeling in multiple settings. I responded slyly, ignoring his question.

“Ethan, you gonna write about this?”

He laughed.

“I don’t know if I want to go and admit I did this to my coworkers.”

“Aww, you gonna be shy NOW of all times?”

The ladies laughed with a playful mocking, and Ethan punished me by squeezing my ass hard.

NSFW: yes

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