I traveled to New Orleans to celebrate the Mardi Gras and enjoy another massage from Alan, my favorite masseur.
My “Best Massage Ever” story tells all about the last massage I got from him. The sex was amazing.
Sadly, when I called Alan’s number, he told me he moved to New Jersey and now runs a small massage parlor on the east side of town. Well, there was much more than Alan going on in New Orleans. I let my hair down and joined the festivities.
I had arrived in New Orleans the weekend before Mardi Gras and checked into a Bourbon Street hotel. On my first night out, I wore a black, sleeveless silk blouse, loosely buttoned and without a bra, tight blue jeans molded to my camel toe, and black and silver cowgirl boots.
Walking and jumping around in the crowd without the support of a bra had my tits in a constant jiggle, and the points of my nipples were very obvious to the naked eye.
I picked up some killer weed from a guy on the street. I got stoned while I was getting ready for the evening. When I hit the street, I got one of those Big Ass Beers. I walked along, enjoying the carnival-like atmosphere. Then, I saw a man walking with several long strings of beads in his hand.
“Can I have one of those?” I asked.
“Sure, if you give me a kiss,” he replied.
I went right up to him, pushed my breasts against his chest, and gave him a long, wet kiss. I guess he liked it because he reached behind me and grabbed my ass, held it tight, and ground his hard bulge against my crotch while we traded spit. After we separated, he gave me three strings of beads and his business card.
Wow, my head was still spinning from the stranger’s kiss and groping. I slipped into one of the bars and sat at an empty table. The waitress came by. I ordered a margarita and slipped off to the restroom while my drink was being prepared.
When I walked in, I saw a woman digging her fingernail into her cookie bag and sniffing white powder up her nose. She smiled when she saw me and asked, “Would you like some?”
“Sure, why not?” I replied. She dipped her pinky nail into the bag and came out with a ton of white powder spilling off the edges of her nail. I promptly leaned forward out of reflex and snorted the powder from her nail. Everything brightened around me the moment the drug mingled into my membranes.
“Hey, thanks,” I said as she smiled and left the room. Fuck, she was fun. I wanted more fun. I felt wild, reckless, and filled with restless energy. I felt horny. I wanted some cock. The thought buried itself in my brain.
My heart was racing with reckless energy as I searched for the pill box in my handbag. When I found it, I took out a pill and swallowed it. What was the name of that pill? Oh, yes, Ecstasy.
As I was sitting in that bar sipping my margarita, a man came up to me and invited me to a party at his house. “It’s a costume party. Come in a costume or come naked. Anything goes tonight,” he said.
It sounded exciting to me. I wanted to ask more about the party, but the stranger suddenly vanished as quickly as he appeared. I looked at the card he left me. The party card invite listed his phone number and residence address.
I wanted to go. I was curious. I wanted to party, I wanted to dance, I wanted to hug and kiss people. Oh, fuck, I was feeling nirvana, floating on air. I don’t remember how I found the party house, wearing nothing but a red bra and matching bottoms, a red Mouton hat, some jewelry, and my strappy silver platform heels. I like how it matched my red-painted lips and nails.
The house was a three-story, century-old Victorian. It appeared haunting on the outside but modernized on the inside. When I entered the front parlor, I saw people dressed in costumes. Some were dressed like me, and a few were nude and showing off their body art. Beyond that was another room, a rear parlor, with more people of different sorts dancing and having fun.
Just then, a man came up to me to introduce himself. “Hello, sexy lady. My name is Alfred. Welcome to my party,” he said and kissed me. He wore colorful tights, a jester’s cap, and a painted face. He looked me up and down and added, “You make a great addition to my party. Please, enjoy yourself and mingle.”
“Oh, I plan to, Alfred. I’m Jan. Thank you for the friendly welcome. I’m glad I came.”
“Me too,” he said and walked on.
I stopped at the bar for a drink and then surveyed the scene. People in the rear parlor were having fun dancing and socializing. People were making out in the dark corners of the parlor. Some would go up to the separate bedrooms on the second floor.
Half the people in the place were swingers. It seemed like the right place for me, and my ‘horny meter’ jumped up a notch. My carnal instincts were on the rise. My pussy was wet with need, and I needed to find a man with a hard cock.
A stranger came up to me and asked me to dance. As we danced, he reached down and rubbed my ass. Before the song ended, another man asked to cut in.
The second guy was dressed like a cowboy who was a good dancer. I stayed on the floor with him. During the fast songs, I did a lot of boob and ass shaking and wiggling, and he gave me a lot of “Yee-Haws.” On the slow dances, I pressed closely against him, running my hands down his back and groping his ass.
He asked me if I wanted to go upstairs, and I answered, “I thought you’d never ask.”
He quickly led me off the dance floor to the stairs. As we mounted the stairs, I was already picturing him mounting me, both of us hot and naked, fucking like rabbits and sweating like pigs.
He pulled me into a large room with a mirrored ceiling and a large, padded table in the center. There was no other furniture in the room, only the padded table and the hardwood floor.
“Strip for me, baby,” my partner without a name said after we entered the room.”
He and I were the only people in the room lit by small ceiling lights above the padded table, which seemed to showcase the room. The only thing missing from it was me. I remedied that by stripping off my bra and panty set. Then, I went fully nude and slipped off my platforms.
My partner gave me a boost on the table, and I splayed my legs for him while he shed his clothes for me. Oh, my…I felt so sexy! I hadn’t felt this sexy in a long time. The excitement of being where I was hit me like a freight train. My heart beat faster, and my blood raced hotly through my veins.
“Take me, cowboy,” I said as I drew my legs back like a shameless slut and angled my pussy at him.
“Baby, I’m going to rope you down and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he said as he crawled between my legs.
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my hot, juicy slit and softly growled, “Mmm, nice…”
The feel of his cock rubbing my clit, sliding down my slit, and threatening to penetrate my hole had my juices flowing. “Come on, baby, put it in me,” I softly begged.
He heard my plea and eased his way inside me. I moaned as I felt my pussy stretch around this thick, round cock. It felt so good. Initial penetrations always do.
We fucked classic missionary style. Missionary is my favorite because it is sensual and erotic. I love having sex on my back with a hot man on top of me. This cowboy was doing it right in every way. He fucked me slowly and made me beg him to fuck me harder. Then he fucked me hard and handled me roughly, making me scream out my orgasms as the tremors rolled through my body.
A few men walked into the room and stayed to watch us fuck. After the cowboy pumped his seed inside me, he got up and dressed. There I was, lying on the table, with the cowboy’s semen leaking from my pussy, still longing for more cock, until I opened my eyes and witnessed three naked men standing around the table. They were stroking their cocks and talking about who wanted sloppy seconds.
Lying on the bed with a sticky mess between my legs didn’t seem to faze the three men looking down at me. What they saw was a hot bitch with her legs spread and body poised to fuck. They could not resist taking turns with me. For over an hour, I had one cock in my pussy, one in my hand, and another in my mouth. I love multitasking.
I kept up with the three men. I urged them to talk dirty to me and make me feel like a sleazy slut while they fucked me and stuffed my hands and mouth with cock.
If you wandered into that room, you would observe a beautiful, slender, redheaded woman lying naked on a padded table with one man between her legs, pumping his hard, throbbing cock into her pussy. The other men stood at opposite sides of the table, one on either side of her and their cocks in her hands.
I was stroking and sucking their cocks, keeping them stiff. None of them came. They held their loads and rotated around me, each having a turn at my hot sloppy cunt. The hotter I made them, the harder they fucked me. I had several orgasms with each man.
This was not my first gangbang experience. I once took on six. This time, it was with three men giving me a run for my money. They continued to come at me. All three had constant erections. I found out later that they were all on Viagra.
The first one to cum fired his load inside my pussy. The second man pulled out of my sloppy pussy, leaned forward, and pointed his cock at my face. He gave his cock a few final strokes and squirted his salty spunk directly into my wide-open mouth.
I love the taste of cum. Every man’s semen is different in taste and texture. It is nasty and delicious, and I love the spunky taste that lingers in my throat long after I swallow.
The third guy gave me a hot bout of anal sex and shot his thick, hot texture deep inside my ass.
Remaining on all fours, I looked up after the last guy pulled out of my ass, and I saw two more men in the room. I looked at both and said, “Who wants to fuck me now? I need more cock.”
I was not considering the discomfort I would endure the following day. My pussy was already sore and tattered, but I didn’t know it because I was high on booze and drugs and blinded by lust.
“I want both of you,” I said and took the cock that was closest to me into my mouth. The other one fucked my ass while I was sucking the first cock. It was the second cock I had in my ass that night. After getting bored out by the first guy, this guy went in with ease.
“Mmm,” I moaned, withdrawing my mouth from his cock. “I want you to cum on my face.”
Four more men who crowded the room moved in closer to watch as the man I was sucking began to stroke his cock in front of my face. His hand was going so fast it was like a blur.
“Ohhhhh – Ohhhhh,” he started to moan. His fast-stroking hand moved faster. His cockhead turned purple, and his meatus dilated, sending a footlong stream of thick white semen splashing against my face. It hit the corner of my right eye, streamed across my nose, and strung off my left cheek. Pumping, grunting, and groaning, he aimed his cock at my hungry mouth. My jaws opened wide as he filled my mouth with several more squirts.
“I’m cumming!” The man in my ass exclaimed.
“Cum on my ass,” I said, looking back at him with my sperm-covered face. He pulled out and shot his cum all over my back and ass.
The cum that was in my mouth was now in my belly. I had cum on my face and hair, my back and ass. Alfred, the host, walked into the adjoining bathroom and got a wet washcloth. He walked over to me and wiped off my cum-covered face, back, and ass.
I laid on my back, and Alfred climbed on top of me. We locked in a tight embrace with our tongues and legs intertwined. He slipped his cock into my pussy. He fucked me to the brink of an orgasm, but he kept me edging as he proclaimed to be my Master and I as his slut.
Alfred pulled out before I had a chance to orgasm, and he made me suck his cock. While I sucked and bobbed, Alfred declared, “I am the owner and ruler of this place. You have been chosen this night to serve your Master and every other man here. You shall be my designated whore for the night.”
His words flooded my head with lustful desires. He had a power over me that made me want to serve, please, suck, fuck, and pleasure every man in that room.
“Spread your legs and serve my guests,” Alfred ordered and pulled his cock from my mouth.
I was entranced by Alfred and gladly complied with his every demand. I got on my hands and knees. The men who approached me had no concerns that I was a smelly mess with runny makeup and twisted hair. What they saw was a dirty, sexy woman, on her hands and knees, eagerly waiting to have all her orifices filled with sizzling cock.
My libido was at an all-time high. My body was buzzing, and my nerves were electrified. I wiggled my ass for their attention. They saw my swollen pussy, still wet with cum and fizzing with lust. The man next to me pulled off his pants, revealing a thick, lengthy, fully-erected cock.
He got on the padded table and knelt behind me. Grasping his cock, he pushed its head against my cunt.
“Oh, yes, fuck me,” I cried with a longing desire to be filled.
He thrust forward, and my breath lodged in my throat as I felt the power of his cock tearing into my cunt.
“Oh, baby…you’re so big, I can hardly take you,” I said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
The host, who appointed himself as my Master, said, “You will take all of him and more my succulent whore. It is Mardi Gras, and you are the chosen one.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by me being the chosen one. It felt more like me getting lucky in being in the right place at the right time. And so, the night went on. One man after another lined up to fuck my pussy or my ass. I was never without a cock in my mouth and one in either hand.
Men continued to line up behind me and in front of me to fuck me and pump me full of cum, and some on their third time around. Alfred noticed that I was plainly exhausted at this point. He ordered the men away from me and had me roll onto my back.
“Every man who can still cum and would like to join me to shower this whore in cum, gather around,” Alfred announced to the crowd.
This is usually the Grand Finale` in the past gangbangs that I participated in. It is the most thrilling part of the gangbang for me. This circle jerk would not only shower me with loads of hot nasty cum from a dozen different men, they will all remain to wash it off with their piss. I agreed to it ahead of time.
Understandably, some readers might find Golden Showers offensive, so please skip the next few paragraphs. And being this is a true story; I can’t leave anything out.
The stage was set. I stretched out on the table like a sacrificial whore eager for the slime, and as I waited, three men stepped out of the crowd, stroking their hard cocks. One stood over my head, the other two on opposite sides of the table. Two of the men aimed their cocks at my face, and the third man aimed at my breasts.
Alfred, my self-designated Master, was jacking off between my legs. I focused on those four cocks pointing at me. I wondered which one was going to shower me first. I got my answer just as quickly when one of the men pointing his dick at my face began to gasp. His jerking intensified, and I got my first taste when he ejaculated all over my face, lips, and tongue.
This was being done right. The facial comes first, and now I lay there with cum clinging to my eyelashes and coating my lips. He moved his tasty beast to my mouth, and I sucked it clean while the other three continued to stroke.
Guy number two shot a hot sticky load across my tits. The third covered my tits with more cum. Alfred shot his load all over my pussy and rubbed it in with the head of his cock.
Another man stepped up to the table and showered my face and tits with a ton of cum. It came out in streams. I thought he’d never stop, and I wished he wouldn’t stop as his copious load dripped off the sides of my breasts.
I lost count of how many men came to the table to shower me with their pleasure. I remember one man asking me to smile big for him. Then he shot his load across my cheek and over my right eye. Then he smeared the cum on my face with the head of his cock. Then he stuck his cock in my mouth and asked me to suck it clean.
My face glistened with cum. I was scooping it from my cheeks and licking it off my fingers when another man shot a hot load across my belly. Another came up and jerked off on my breasts.
In the end, I lay on the bed with cum on my face, in my hair, all over my tits, belly, and my pussy, along with the cum already leaking from my ass and pussy from the men who fucked me earlier.
At least ten men who had to piss circled the table and aimed their cocks at me. I bent my arms up and placed my hands behind my head. I closed my eyes and waited. When the piss started coming, I felt the first warm stream splatter against my tits. The second stream hit my face. Then, it seemed like everyone was pissing at once. I loved it. I rejoiced in it. They pissed in my mouth and I drank it.
When it was over, I found myself alone in the room, covered in piss and cum. I stank of sex. I rinsed off in the shower and put my hat, bra, and panties back on. I was one of the last to leave. It was a rainy night.
The host thanked me for a fun night. He said it is rare for him to find a woman with my kind of passion, and loves dirty sex. He called a cab for me.
When I arrived in my hotel room, I took a thorough shower. I washed my hair, douched, took an enema, and gargled with Listerine. The following morning, I woke up with the taste of cum still lingering in my mouth. My ass and my pussy felt the pain of my sins.
A part of me said Never again.
Oh, how easily I lie to myself.
