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I have so many stories that I don’t know where to begin. But I want to begin sharing my true stories with you fine folks to see if you like them, so here we are. Please note I’m typing this on my phone in one shot, so be forgiving of errors. Also, names and certain specific details have been excluded or changed to protect the parties as much as feasible while still telling an exciting story.

I met Andrew responding to a personal ad to hook up. Andrew was attractive, goofy, funny, impulsive and a free spirit. We agreed to meet for drinks after work on a midsummer evening. I was 36 he was 35.

Like so many meetings like this, we did a little bar hopping and drinking to break the ice before taking it to the next level. We walked around a lot too between establishments.It was a wonderful warm evening for it. During one of these private walks Andrew starting testing me and asking me the sexy things I’m into. First, small questions like about how I feel about anal and public play. We talked about it for a while and I enjoyed watching him get more and more excited with my answers. I like a lot of things…men like hearing about them

My sexual openess often causes men to be more open to me about their own and Andrew admitted to me about how much of a man slut he is, and that he has never met anyone who might match him. I gave him a big grin and said “test me, I’m game”. Andrew’s face lit up like Santa just dropped down in front of him with new sport car. He didn’t say much but I could see he was contemplating something.

After that last private talk, Andrew and I went to one last bar and sat on their patio by the water, soaking up the remaining sun light. We took our time with one last drink, working up our courage for what would happen next while exchanging polite anecdotes about work and life. When our ice cubes clinked in our empty glasses, Andrew finally asked if I’d like to go to his place. Of course I did. I’d been in an aroused state for some days and desperately needed another person’s help with obtaining relief, but I just sad “yes, of course.”

We took an uber to a nicely decorated mid century loft with gorgeous woodwork. Andrew said it was an Airbnb he was renting for a work stint and showed me around. He offered me a gin and tonic that I accepted.

There wasn’t much more small talk. We made out a little bit in the sparse master bedroom, and he had me stand up so he could look me over and begin removing my clothes. In no time I was naked in front of Andrew. He told me to go to my knees and I happily complied. He opened the zipper on his dark dress casual pants and brought out his nice rock hard cock to tease on my lips to which I playfully teased back by capturing his sensitive head in my mouth to suck and flick my tounge over him, tasting his precum. He pushed back, pushing his excited cock far into my throat causing me to choke and sputter. Andrew laughed and told me I was a good girl and how much fun he was gonna have with me. I agreed with him while I wiped my own saliva off my face and looked up hungrily at him. I needed to be fucked badly.

Seeming out of the blue (probably hardly “out of the blue”), Andrew asked for my thoughts on gang bangs. I told him I had harbored deep desires for many years of being used by a group of men, being double penetrated, having multiple dicks to attend to while my holes are used and filled with cum. He told me he wanted to make it happen for me.

I said, “oh yeah, sometime, sure”. I kind of brushed it off. No one who had known about this fantasy had ever actually helped me, only talked about helping and then never acted. Andrew said, “No, I can make this happen for you now, tonight. Do you want it?”

My heart pounded. My palms began to sweat. My pussy dripped in hopeful anticipation. I stumbled over my response but I bravely said, “ye…yes. But…” Thoughts about the risks swirled in my head; I asked Andrew questions and was satisfied with the answers. I knew this was nearly a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was SO very horny. I wanted to breed. It had been on my mind for days, if not weeks and years.

He was part of a private group of kinksters. He just had to send a text to the group and they would begin arriving. Andrew asked if I had any special requests and how many guys I could handle. I settled on no more than 10 guys and further confessed that I’m a size queen. If he could discover big cocks it’d would be the frosting on my cupcake. He double checked with me on limits and boundaries before sending the group invite.

The replies came and Andrew worked on screening and facilitating arrivals while I, still naked, contemplated what was about to happen. I was excited and my nerves were high. I found myself another gin and tonic.

Admittedly, and it should be no suprise, the next hour and a half are a bit of a blur in memory. I remember the first guy showing up. I was still naked. I offered him a drink that he accepted. He was much older, maybe 65 or 70. White hair and very tan and muscular. White guy. Not unattractive. We stood in the kitchen. I asked him if he’d done this before and he said he had.

Andrew came and said I should get ready in the living room. I didn’t know what he meant so I interpreted it for myself. The living room was a very pleasant space with comfortable seating and a very large and sturdy wooden coffee table in the center of the room. I cleared off the table and got on it on all fours with my ass oriented so it was the first thing anyone would see of me and I waited for someone to come in.

There were more knocks on the door. My juices dripped down my legs my whole body slightly shivering.

Guy #1 came in to the living room, said “perfect”, and didn’t waste any time burying his tounge in my pussy and ass. He moaned, I moaned. I was grateful he was so hungry. It was a great begin. Guy #1 came around to try out my mouth when guy #2 came in. Guy #2 was a younger Indian man in his late 20s. He had the biggest cock of any of the group. Uncut. Gorgeous. Perfect. He was my favorite of the night.

More men came in and took position around the coffee table, stroking their cocks and testing my holes. I loved being able to sample to much at once. I felt a finger go in my ass. Someone found my gspot and made me squirt. They played with my tits and teased my nipples. They slapped ass and thighs. They started taking turns fucking my hungry slutty cunt and spit roasting me. I encouraged them and I came a lot. I was becoming a wonderfully happy sticky mess.

Guy #1, being likely the most experienced of anyone there, suggested more fun could be had on the floor or couch. The group decided to move me to the couch and then the floor so they could dp me. It took some teamwork for discover the right angles. It looks so easy in porn but once I had one hard cock in my ass and another in my puss, and several others in my mouth, I forgot what planet I was on. It was so good. I rode as well as I could considering the position I was in. We all had the best time.

Andrew offered me his shower and a couple clean towels when it was done. The 7 man group had left their seed everywhere. In my ass, in my puss, in my hair and on my face, on my tits and down my throat. They didn’t leave all at once. Kind of one by one with one or two hanging back to fill me a second time.

I went home exhausted and more than happy. I slept incredibly well. After recovering for a few days I was even hornier than before and seeking another adventure. It’s been three years since my gb. I’ve been up to some things. I’m insatiable.

NSFW: yes

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