Ken and I are on the prowl, continuing our hunt for new sexual experiences. We are staying at a business hotel in Birmingham for a few nights, before flying out to Malta for a week’s holiday. The NEC is hosting two conventions/exhibitions this week so, hopefully, there will be lots of bored people away from home. Footloose and fancy-free, that is our hope anyway.
Ken is looking to have liaisons with an older woman or two, me, a gangbang, my first. {Not counting the nightclub incident which Ken knows nothing about!} We have our own rooms giving us the freedom to play separately. Neither of us minds the other doing their own thing, we always tell each other everything afterward, generally leading to great sex between us. Raunchy storytelling is fun!
We have some thinking to do as well while we are away, it’s mid-June and Alex is asking for a commitment from me to take up the full twelve months contract, the halfway breakpoint is coming up in September and he needs to know if he can continue taking bookings for my ‘consulting’ services past this. All that will have to wait till we are on the beaches in Malta.
The evening finds us both in the bar/lounge area, Ken is sitting in the lounge when I come down, with a book in his hand, chatting to a middle-aged woman opposite him. I walk across to the bar and sit on a barstool, flashing a lot of leg as I get my four-foot eleven-inch self atop of it, crossing my legs, and adjusting my pleated mini skirt to just show my stocking tops and a nice amount of thigh. There is a decent about of cleavage showing as well, my scoop neck T-shirt is quite low and tight, accentuating by 34D boobs. I only dress like this on our ‘have-it-away days’, much more decorous at home. I have a reputation to uphold after all!
Turning to the barman, I order myself a drink, then twist back sideways, lean on the bar, and watch the TV. Exposing more of my legs as I slide around on the stool. After sitting here, fidgeting and flashing my legs as I cross and uncross them, for nearly forty-five minutes, only the barman has chatted to me. Ken saunters up to me.
“Hello my lovely, what are you doing propping up the bar alone?” he enquires.
“Just that I’m afraid, Billy no mates tonight,” I dejectedly reply.
He sits on the stool next to me, turns to me, and blatantly places his hand on my leg, sliding it under my skirt.
“We can’t have that now, can we,? he whispers as he leans toward me. All the while caressing my leg. “What are you in Birmingham for?” he continues.
“To be honest I am trying to pick up a few guys for a good time,” I blatantly exclaim. The barman’s eyes light up, there is nothing like a barman to spread the word!
Ken laughs, “Sorry there’s only one of me, I could get you warmed up if you’re interested?”
Sliding off the stool I grab Kens’ hand and lead him out of the bar.
He winks at his lady friend as we leave.
“That should get a few blokes interested, and the barman should spread the word too, did you see his eyes light up,” I laugh as the lift doors close. “How are you getting along with your lady?”
“She’s curious, she pointed you out to me and suggested I try my luck with you first,” Ken grins.
“First? that sounds promising, so you’re hoping she will still be there when you get back then?” I ask.
“I hope so, still fancy a quickie with you though, just to whet my appetite you know.”
“Well I am already wet, it would be a shame to let it dry out,” I grin at him.
Forty-five minutes later, it was a nice quickie plus a shower, I am back on my stool in the bar. Putting myself on display again, now with a satisfied grin. Ken walks in a few minutes later and sits back in the lounge opposite his lady friend, she is no longer alone, another woman of similar age is with her. She leans into him and says something, his answer has her giggling and she looks over at me and grins. I give her the thumbs up, and she laughs and nods in acknowledgment. They continue chatting, obviously introducing Ken to her friend, as he leans over to shake her hand. I think he might have scored!
The barman places a drink in front of me, “Courtesy of the gents over there,” he announces with a smirk on his face as he indicates a group in the corner.
I hold the glass up to them in thanks.
They beckon me over to their table, I nod and slide off the stool, flashing a bit of knicker in doing so.
As I reach their table two of them get up and usher me across the bench seat into the corner. Introducing themselves, John is to my left, Greg to my right Pete, and Paul are opposite, with Jim sitting at the end of the table.
“Sharon,” I simply say.
Greg and John cozy up to me, as we chat and drink amicably. It turns out they are in the film industry and are checking out locations in the area. With the mention of locations, Greg and John run their hands over my legs. Gently prising them apart, I make a show of resisting, not too much though! It looks like my wish might come true too!
After a few minutes of gentle stroking, they shift themselves on the bench, giving more room to spread my legs further apart. Giving them access to my inner thighs. Their hands climb steadily higher, the conversation stagnating, as everyone knows what is happening and is waiting expectantly. Jim is talking on his phone.
“Oh yes, crotchless knickers guys, stroking her pussy now,” Greg grins lasciviously.
“So am I,” confirms John.
“No bra either,” Paul banters.
“Why would I need a bra with tits like these,” I push them forward to be admired. They all laugh.
Pete knocks a drinks mat onto the floor.
“Oops, silly me,” he winks as he slides under the table.
Greg and John remove their hands from stroking my pussy, with John pulling my leg up over his knee, exposing my pussy for Pete to invade. He deftly pushes two fingers inside of me, smoothly and easily they slide in and out of my wet hole, making me moan softly in appreciation and expectation.
“Take her to a room, before someone complains to management.” The barman orders with a grin on his face.
Pete climbs up from under the table, showing his wet and glistening fingers to everyone. Moving out from the table, making my skirt presentable as I stand up, the guys surround me as we leave the bar. Ken and his lady friends are watching as we march out of the bar, I can only guess what they are thinking.
“My room, as it’s the biggest,” Jim announces. Floor six is requested as we enter the lift.
Expert hands have me stripped naked before we reach floor two! Everything is off skirt, top, knickers, hold-ups, and shoes. My body is being explored by five strangers, and I’m loving it!
The lift doors open and I am unceremoniously pushed into the corridor, flailing my arms around to stop me from falling over. Quickly glancing around there is only one person in view, and he is pointing a camera at me!
Before I get a chance to recover or say anything, a hand is placed over my mouth, two men grab my arms and half carry, half drag me towards the cameraman who expertly backtracks into a room filming me all the while. My heart rate shoots up as my fear increases. Once in the room, a gag is put in my mouth and I am laid on the bed, my bum is on the edge, my arms spread wide and tied down. My legs are lifted and spread wide exposing my pinkness, straps go around my knees and these too are secured to the bed.
I can see the cameraman, Adam someone has just called him, slowly filming along my body, finally arriving at my open pink pussy. Struggling gets me nowhere, all it is doing is making my pussy open and close as I try to move. Adam is filming it all.
I look around, wide-eyed and afraid, seeing five naked hard cocks, all bouncing in anticipation of invading my gaping maw.
I strain my head up to look down at my body, expecting the first cock to slide into my pussy at any moment. All I see is me reflected in the mirror on the wall, my pussy is open, pink, and shining with wetness.
Adam sees me looking at myself in the mirror and positions himself alongside my head to get the same view for his film
My mind is conflicted, yes I want to be gangbanged, but filmed! Do I cry out for them to stop or do I do what my body wants?
My body wins, as a hard cock smoothly enters my wanton sex, sending a wave of lust rushing through me. Igniting all my sexual senses. Adam is standing beside the bed, filming this cock, as it enters and leaves my pussy, the full length is withdrawn on every stroke. It seems tireless, poking at me for such a long time, or so it feels. Then, faster and faster, his rhythm increases as he nears his climax. I orgasm before he does, groaning and straining against my restraints. He shoots his load deep inside of me but I barely realize it. He withdraws his cock slowly, allowing Adam to film the dregs of cum drip off onto my mound.
Straining my head up again, to look in the mirror. Seeing the cum oozing from my open sex until my view is blocked by another body. His rampant cock aimed directly for my open hole, entering with a rush, ramming violently into my sodden sex. Smashing his groin into mine painfully. This is all about violence, violation, and humiliation. He is in control of my body, it is his to use, and use it he does, cumming quickly and filling my pussy with his seed. He continues pumping in and out of my body, mixing my juices with the overflowing cum oozing out of me. I hear the slurping and squelching as they get mashed together. My body responds to his efforts with a quivering wave of pleasure, my mind no longer cares what happens my primal body needs to be used.
Three more cocks soon fill my wanton hole, adding their own white sticky filling. Mixing their juices, making a frothy white mess around my demanding pussy, the sounds are glorious. My groans as wave after wave of pleasure destroy my mind, their grunts of effort, and the mashing of our juices. All five men’s cocks have filled my hole. Only Adam has not, he is filming ardently.
My bonds are released, bliss as the circulation returns to my arms and legs. It’s over. I don’t know whether I am pleased or disappointed about that.
It’s not! Strong arms turn me over, my knees on the edge of the bed, my bum in the air, my face pushed down. Secured as before, legs wide and open, my arms outstretched. I feel Adam and his camera behind me, filming my gaping maw as cum continues to run out of it, dripping onto the bed.
Once more, cocks invade my inner sanctum, ravaging my inner depths, stirring the fires within. My wanton sex craves the attention!
Measured strokes slide along my silky smooth vaginal walls. Ball sacs slap into my clitoris, sending small pangs of pleasure through it. The little nub grows in size and excitement, my boobs swing in time to the efforts behind me. Every cock enter’s me at a different angle, their owners’ heights make a difference in where they hit my inner walls. Each cock tormented a different place in my pussy, all bringing my wanton sex to climax. My body craves more, please don’t let this end.
My arms are released and I am pulled upward, having to support myself on my hands, my head is pulled back and a cock is thrust at my open mouth. It slides halfway in, allowing my tongue to swipe around the tip, it is pulled out and played around my lips, then slides back in again. Now I take control, bracing myself I swiftly grab his buttocks pulling him into me, slamming his cock fully into my mouth and down my throat, my nose up against his mound, his balls on my chin.
There is a general gasp and round of appreciation in the room, and I guess Adam is getting this all on film.
Now the cock owner knows what I can do, he grabs my head in his hands, and I lower my hands back to support myself. Holding my head steady he uses my mouth as my pussy, pumping in and out with gusto, unloading his seed at the back of my throat, I feel its warmth running down into my belly. Withdrawing his shrinking cock he wipes the dregs around my face.
Another cock takes its place in my mouth, and one enters my pussy as well. They pump in unison, pushing into me together, trying to get their cocks to meet inside of me. I see Adam keenly filming away, standing back and getting both ends in view, waiting for the cum shot, not knowing where to go for the best. Pussy wins, and he dashes round to my rear to catch the cum draining out of me, then back to see my face covered in cum as this cock is pulled out to shoot its load over my face.
My bounds are released and I collapse on the bed, breathing deeply and contentedly, I doze off.
“Wakey, wakey,” Jim shakes me awake. Sitting me up he hands me a glass of water, which is greedily devoured. Only Adam and Jim were left in the room.
“How do you feel,” Adam kindly asks.
“Like five cocks have fucked me twice over,” I spit out.
“That’s probably because they did,” He grins back. “And a few more times than that too, it’s all on film as well, to prove it,” he waves the camera at me.
“Oh, yes it is, isn’t it.” I shiver.
“It’s what we do, we are in the film industry, only its porn films. We filmed here this afternoon, the guys are all performers. So are you now, if you want to be?” Adam questions.
“If I want to be?” I query.
“Yes, I might have filmed it all, but I can’t publish anything without your written consent. That’s down to the law regarding this type of film,” he informs me. “Oh, and I am happy to pay you for your time. The going rate is £500 per two-hour session.”
“Am I recognizable in it?” is all I can think of saying.
“Not at all. In the corridor, John had his hand over your face, and once in here, I defocused when shooting your face. I wouldn’t have done that if you were a regular performer,” Adam confides.
“Get yourself cleaned up,” he gestures to the bathroom. “Then we can talk a bit more.”
The running water, washing over me, rejuvenates my body and mind. Walking out of the bathroom, naked still, Jim hands me my clothes. What there is of them. It doesn’t take long to put on a skirt and top!
“Ok, I got myself into this. Although I was not expecting to be filmed, I was looking to be fucked by a few guys, so there are no complaints from me about that. I am pretty sure I enjoyed it” I grin. “Just tell me, how do they recover so well, they’d done me twice before moving to my mouth, just minutes later?”
“Experience, and when they took you from behind nobody ejaculated, so moving to your mouth and the spit-roasting was easy,” Adam explained. I nod in acceptance.
“This is a one-off event, you don’t expect me to become a regular performer, do you?” I query.
After all, with my commitment to Colin, my amateur adventures, and Ken plus my proper job, I would never find the time!
“Oh, absolutely, this was a bonus for us, which incidentally will earn us a handsomely,” Jim confirms.
“So what do you need from me?” I smile.
“Just a couple of signatures on this release form, and we’re good to go,” Jim passes the forms to me. Having learned from Ken, I read them thoroughly, sign them and pass them back.
“Where can I see this film then?” I ask.
Jim hands me a card, with the website address, and his details.
“It will be online sometime next week, if you change your mind about performing, my number is there too,” he grins as he hands over the £500 in cash. I’d forgotten about that.
Adam walks me to the door and wishes me goodnight.
As I wander down the corridor I text Ken to see if he is free. ‘Yes, come to my room’ he replies.
TO BE CONTINUED.
