“Well, they’ll try for that. The secret is to make your throat as straight as possible to take him in. Put your head back as far you can, relax as much as possible and take deep, deep breaths through your nose. When you’re on the table, lift your legs if you can. That helps. Don’t be too concerned, you might feel some panic but they won’t let you suffocate.”
“Thanks, that’s all helpful. Um, are these guys porn actors?”
“No, they’re very carefully screened subscribers. There’s much less chance of them leaking anything that way. Okay, so the actual banging part finishes when all of them have been in your vagina and come, at least once. Some of them will probably be double dippers. You’ll find it won’t matter.”
I wondered if I would.
“When it’s over, I’ll bring you back to the dressing room and shower. You can take as long as you wish cleaning up. When you’re ready, I’ll go with you back to the hotel and you can rest. If you are feeling up to it later, we’ll have dinner again and do girl talk over your new experience. You can change your mind without penalty up until… right about now, when I need to send the confirmation txt.” I didn’t change my mind.
The dinner was excellent and we shared a bottle of wine, too. I desperately wanted to ask her if she had been a GBE woman, but didn’t dare. The night was an early one as Lauren wanted me to be well rested for the morning.
I texted my husband to say all was well and that I loved him. I did have some trouble falling asleep, my head full of thoughts of what was about to happen. The next morning, I ordered breakfast, showered and dressed. At 10AM exactly Lauren texted she was in the lobby.
The trip to the studio passed in a blur of my nervous tension. Soon, we were at an industrial park and walking into a single story, anonymous building. For the interview, we picked out a very short mini skirt and a brilliant white blouse that was sheer enough to make my nipples quite visible. The make-up artist was astonishingly fast but very, very good. I looked great if I do say so.
The interview went smoothly and I hoped I didn’t seem as nervous as I felt. No-one appeared to think I was out of the ordinary, though. Then it was put-up or shut-up time. The set director led me toward the camera area and I slipped out of my clothes. I’m certain I was beet red now, standing there in just stiletto heels. I glanced toward the set and saw nine men staring at me. They were of various sizes and descriptions but, generally, thirties to late forties. All were wearing discrete face coverings of some kind, partial or full masks or balaclavas.
Of course, I checked out their equipment. All were well endowed but not hugely so. Ah, except for the only black man in the group. I had heard things, but wasn’t sure what to make of a hard-on that looked at least nine inches long and as big around as a soda can. I’m not kidding, either. I know it’s a cliché, but…
The set director placed a pad on the floor and the men moved toward it. Immediately I was face to face with a stranger’s dick that I was expected to suck. “No sense in fooling around,” I thought. So, I took it into my mouth. He was not large and not fully hard when I started on him. I tried to remember all the hints that Lauren had given. The set director instructed me to watch for his signal to move on, so, out of the corner of my eye, I saw his nod and pulled my mouth away. The next man stepped up right away and I began on him.
This one was more aggressive and quickly tried to force his cock all the way in. He grasped my head and pushed hard. My mouth was filling with saliva as I gagged on it and tears were freely flowing. Just as I was approaching emergency mode, he withdrew and the next guy presented himself.
He continued like the second one had, but was somewhat bigger and was actively trying to make me deep throat. There was a lot more spit and tears before he ejaculated strongly in my mouth. He was deep inside so I gagged and snorted when he came. I was greatly surprised to find jizz flowing out of my nose as well as my mouth. I didn’t know that was even possible. The camera man was close up and captured every second of that, too.
To my initial dismay, the third one was the black fellow with the out-sized penis. I knew there was no way I could swallow that monster! He evidently understood that and was happy for me to suck on the huge head and lick him over the dark shaft and tip. It was a kindness I appreciated. I responded by grabbing it in both hands and stroking feverishly for some minutes, until he shot great gobs of warm semen over my face. I flinched rather badly, but he had a hand on one shoulder to hold me in place so every drop hit home.
The next two were much the same, but mercifully smaller in size. I tried to conserve my energy and keep my jaw muscles and cheeks as relaxed as possible. There were still four more to go. It was getting easier, until the last one. By plan or not, he was certainly going for the true deep throat!
My eyes became like dinner plates and near panic seized me as he thrust his member down my gullet. “Tilt your head back and breath through your nose, honey. Deep breaths and relax, it’ll work.”
I was not at all sure I wasn’t about to die, but I tried. It astonished me to find I was able swallow his ENTIRE cock. My nose was flat against his body! I would never have believed I could do that. He came almost immediately after that. It shot down my throat, but when he was withdrawing, I half coughed, half gagged and a lot of cum shot out of my nose and mouth once more. My makeup was all over the place now, mascara streaking my face. The camera was right there… lots of people, including my husband would be seeing this. That was just a scary, fleeting thought.
A bit shaky, with semen covering my face and dripping liberally onto my chest and the floor, I was helped to my feet and steered to another part of the set. I could hear and see the stationary cameras being moved on ceiling tracks to focus on a table that was further back. It was maybe six feet long and three wide, well-padded with some washable but surprisingly soft material.
Someone lifted me, as I was staring at the table, and sat me on the edge. My heels were removed and I was urged to lie back. At once, I was surrounded by the nine men, touching me intimately all over. I tried wiping some of the cum from my face, especially around my eyes, but I still couldn’t see much. OMG, one of them was kissing and licking my pussy. Before I had much chance to enjoy it, a dick was rammed into me, and began pumping away.
He ejaculated inside me after three or four minutes and was replaced by another in seconds. In the meantime, there were several erections rubbing around my face. I knew what was expected, so I worked them as best I could while being simultaneously fucked. A cock was being forced into my mouth as the second banger shot his load across my stomach. Once again, there was an immediate replacement.
I was trying to determine which guy to suck next when one of them released a stream of cum onto my neck and upper chest. There were also very strong shots of jizz across the length of my body from the one just withdrawn from my pussy. The next one in was… oh yeah, no doubt… my African-American friend. He was bigger and wider than anything I could have imagined feeling inside me. Seriously! My poor pussy was entirely stretched. I felt an excitement, but also a good deal of discomfort.
It was simply too big. To my relief, he came in me fairly quickly with a strong pulsing ejaculation.
Someone eased me back on the table so my head was extended over the top edge. My head dropped and I was staring upside down at an erection. He thrust it into my mouth and pushed, while I violently gagged, until his dick was all the way down my throat. I did everything possible to relax entirely and let him, essentially, fuck my esophagus. I was tearing, sobbing, choking and dripping saliva. Before I passed out, he ejaculated, shooting his load directly down into my stomach.
I believe I was actually unconscious for four or five seconds. When I woke, one of the men pulled me to a sitting position and I was urged onto all fours. Somehow, one of them had climbed onto the table and was lying on his back, with his erection like a flagpole. Even as I eased myself onto his rod another was thrust into my mouth from the front. I was being, what I believe is called, split-roasted! This went on for several minutes, I think. The men in my mouth and pussy changed regularly.
By now, I was feeling quite dazed and had no idea at all how many already had me or how many were still to come. My face and body were covered in semen and I was wondering where they got it all from. It was weird the things that popped into my head while being fucked by nine men. I suspected, too, that some of them were coming back for seconds. I didn’t care. Lauren was right… once you’ve had cock after cock after cock, it all runs together.
I felt a squirt of some cool liquid around my butt hole. Realizing it was a lubricant, I figured what was going to happen next. But it was still painful when his cock pushed into my ass. I now had a cock in very hole! The first anal guy quickly shot his jizz into my ass but another slipped his own cock into me immediately after. I thought later that three different men had been in my ass, but I can’t be sure. I had to wait for the video to tell for sure.
They continued to use my exhausted body in every way. I was not only increasingly fatigued, but my pussy and butt hole were becoming irritated and a bit sore. There were abrasions and probably the beginnings of blisters on my lips and the inside of one cheek. Still, I must admit my sexual excitement was off the charts. I was not screaming in ecstasy… mainly I was quietly sobbing and whimpering for other reasons… but the sexual sensations I felt were astonishing.