Cindy Meets Alexandra at the Bukkake Gangbang Party - Sex Stories

Cindy Meets Alexandra at the Bukkake Gangbang Party

I was in John's Escalade, being delivered to my second gangbang bukkake party. I was excited, eager to get there, when he dropped a bomb on me. "It will be a little different tonight." "Mmmm? Meaning what?" "Well, you're not a rookie anymore, we're trying another format." I didn't know what he was talking about. He clarified, "There will be a second woman in the mix, Alexandra." I felt a surge of anxiety, my head full of questions. "What am I supposed to do with Alexandra?" I said, with too much nasty in my voice. "Cindy, chill. Alex is a regular, an awesome woman, experienced." I folded my arms, looked out the window, away from John. He kept trying. "She will be a mentor for you, she'll make things better. No worries, okay?" I stewed for another minute, then yielded a little. "Well, if you say so. I just don't have anything to go by." "You joined us last time with absolutely nothing to go by, but wasn't it was a fabulous night for you?" He glanced in my direction, "True, right?" I nodded. I was starting to get it, but then, disaster. As we pulled into a parking space at the club, he asked, "Do you enjoy sex with women?" Oh no. "Is that what you expect tonight? Lesbians? You want me to eat pussy on stage?" John said nothing. My head was whirling. Why was I there? The car had stopped, John opened my door, but I didn't move to get out. In my head, I reviewed the weeks since this all started. The first party was unbelievable -- perfectly, amazingly, overwhelmingly great. ...

... Afterward I found I was constantly hot, sexually aroused big time. I could not stop thinking about that night, all the combinations and permutations of men I had been with, the gallons of cum that drenched me, the welcomed invasion of my every opening, in so many creative ways. All while on display, watched by so many men as I wallowed in cum. So hot! Once I had that, I wanted it again. Really wanted it. I had phoned Jack, my contact with the club. He welcomed the idea of another party with me, gave me the scheduled date. I was excited and happy at first. Then I got worried. Could I manage a successful second party? Would expectations be too high? Was the energy I had the first time mostly because it was the first time? Maybe that first night was impossible to duplicate? My initial excitement mixed with deep doubt, but gradually the pendulum swung the other way. I returned to an optimistic view, happily anticipating another night of incredible sexual fun. The day before, I had gone shopping. I wanted to look nice for my entrance -- okay, hot, slutty -- but not merely that. I settled on a black, one-piece minidress, made of soft knit material. It was sleeveless with narrow shoulder straps connecting the deeply scooped bodice to the low cut back. It was a mystery how it stayed on. Its full skater skirt ended mid-thigh, displaying lots of leg. Black high heels completed the outfit. I planned to wear it without a bra, bare legs, but I did buy a new pair of black lace panties. The dress ...