It all began with a secret gangbang party, a party that was so secret, even the other participants didn't know what they were letting themselves in for. For a long time, my friend (let's call her friend Julie) had felt that something was missing from her life. She had boyfriends and one night stands, but even when the sex was great, she was left with the sensation that it just wasn't quite good enough. It didn't seem to matter how kinky she got with her single partners, when she was turned on, she seemed to max out at 80 percent. And she knew, if 80 percent could feel so good, she had to find out how to achieve the big 100.
That's where the world of free sex online became an obsession. She tried every kind of man - different ages, heights, skin colors, income levels, cock sizes - everything. The variety was stimulating, but it still wasn't making the difference. She needed more. The hook-up sites that she was using were fine, but they seemed to be limited. All that they offered was one on one meetings, where you could usually get laid, but that's all you'd get. As a regular user of the internet's seamier websites, Julie knew that there was much more to life than the missionary position. The realisation grew on her that she wanted more than one man. She wanted a gang of worshippers, abusers, lovers. The question was, how to get the sex in Tauranga that she wanted.
The weeks went past, and my friend met more and more guys. However, Julie noticed something truly alarming. Every time she met a new guy, she was becoming more tired and bored. She was struggling to get wet like she used to, and her stamina wasn't as brutal as usual. It wasn't the kind of thing she could see the doctor about, but she knew that drastic measures were necessary. Then it hit her. She went online and messaged three or four guys. She was beautiful, always dressed in little or nothing on her ads, and she knew how to talk to guys, so they were all interested. "If you want free sex" she told them, "meet me at the hotel on Queen Street at 9pm tonight. I'm yours." After the fourth invitation she intended to stop. She wanted a gangbang that she could control. But, she thought to herself, if I can control it, then I can't lose myself. I need more. So she kept on going. Five, then six, ten, twenty guys were messaged. None of them knew what they were heading for. As far as they were concerned, some gorgeous nymphomaniac with a thirst for all-night free sex was begging them to fuck her. They didn't ask any questions.
At 9pm, she was ready in her hotel room. The sheets had been lined and covered in fresh linen that she had bought. Candles were lit, and the room light taken as low as possible. Manacles were attached to the metal struts of the bed, linked by black leather straps. When they were in place, whoever was wearing them would be stretched out like a bearskin rug, their legs and arms spreadeagled. Their body would be open, defenceless, quivering with anticipation. But that could wait.A couple of bottles of scotch were open on the sideboard, and condoms were right next to them - ready for use. She wasn't going to demand anything, but she thought that her friends would know the rules.As a finishing touch, she called the lobby and asked them to send up a room service staff member called Roy who she had met earlier. He was 18, working weekends to pay for his university studies, ugly and nervous. As far as she was concerned, he was perfect.
When the room door was unlocked, a group of confused guys streamed in. They might have been scratching their heads when they found a notice saying "FREE SEX - WAIT HERE" stuck to the door. But they weren't scratching their heads any more when they found Julie face down on the bed, softly moaning and rubbing her clit. She couldn't see how they reacted. There was a growl, a kind of primal roar and the sound of belt buckles being opened. She swore to me that she even heard clothes being ripped. Before the first cock was thrust into her face, she thought of the Incredible Hulk warning her, "You wouldn't like me when I'm horny." "Yes I fucking would" she replied inwardly as shadows gathered and the bed lurched downwards.
But then there was a delay. No-one seemed to know how to start. She didn't even know how many people were in the room. When she turned her head to the side, all she saw was erect pricks and abdominal muscles. The mens' bodies were held in a kind of trance, but their cocks were practically steaming. "Do it" she murmured. Nothing. "Do it!" she screamed, taking two of the cocks in her hands and another in her mouth. As it slipped out, she shouted again "fuck me until I you fall asleep, like the babies that you are."
The gang drew closer, lining up to the side as she took them in hand and jerked them off. She was dwarfed by the men, whose cocks slapped against her face, her hair, her neck, but no-one had entered her yet. It was weird. These guys had come for free sex but when you got them in a room together, nobody could lead. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Everyone turned round and saw Roy, with a calm, professional expression, unhooking his belt and loosening his work trousers. As if he was diving into an Olympic pool, he leaped onto Julie, a surprisingly big cock pressing straight between he legs and into her body. After that, there was no way to tell who was who, and who did what, but it was quite a party. It's amazing what you can get up to online, if your needs are powerful enough and you've got a dirty mind. Just ask "Julie." Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to deliver a chicken dinner to room 432.
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