Cindy Meets Alexandra at the Bukkake Gangbang Party - Sex Stories

Cindy Meets Alexandra at the Bukkake Gangbang Party

... was less slutty than my man-bait costume at the Rendezvous Bar, but it was plenty sexy. In front of the mirror, I bent over forward. My boobs were trying to climb out, but couldn't quite escape. Just right. I flicked my nipples to make sure they could poke through the fabric. They passed the test! I giggled at myself, "You cumslut, you!" I didn't mind calling myself a slut, or if anybody else did. In fact I welcomed it. I liked the sexual arousal. I was going to be gangbanged! Again! Mmmmmm. I was in the life, loving it. It was a quarter to ten, Friday evening, when John's Cadillac arrived in front of the small house I rent in Venice. The agony of waiting was finally over. He rang at the door, waited patiently. When he saw me come out -- tiny black dress, full long blond hair, minimal makeup, so much skin showing -- he flashed a huge smile. "Wow! Cindy, you look amazing!" I smiled too, gave him a full body hug, brief kiss. "Thanks for the confidence builder! You are a love." As we drove to the club, everything felt perfect. But that's when John sprang Alexandra on me. Suddenly, I didn't know what to think. Then, my calming influence emerged. Why wouldn't I eat pussy on stage? I happily sucked cum from dozens of men's cocks, in front of a crowd of cheering fans. I was the girl reamed by every dick in the room, double penetrated while other men came in my mouth. Not to mention the many other acts from the first party, remember? I had released myself to enjoy all of that, ...

... really, really enjoy. I realized I could do the same for the second party. My horny hotness started to return, to dominate, as party images danced in my head. Alexandra may be a delight, for all I know. Why not find out? The idea was just new, that's all. John understood I was struggling. He stood patiently at the open passenger door, until I was able to settle. At last, I climbed out of the vehicle, with John's helping hand. As I got out of the seat, I did nothing to prevent my skirt going up, displaying everything including the panties at the tops of my thighs. He flashed a big grin. After I emerged fully, he comforted me with an embrace, ran his hands all over my exposed back, slipped inside to squeeze my ass cheek, then held me away to look into my eyes. That is, my eyes after he looked at my cleavage. "Cindy, you will be as terrific tonight as the last time, if not more so. Nothing to worry about, I assure you, nothing." He held me again. I was still doubtful, but, warmed by him, I was reassured. I could do it! "OK, let's go in." We rang the bell. After a brief delay, James welcomed us. He boosted my spirits with s big hug and elaborate praise of my dress, so far a unanimous hit. He held my hand, turning me this way and that as he checked out how I was packaged. He was clearly having a lot of fun, enjoying me and making me feel very good. When we entered the club room, it only took seconds for everyone to notice I was there. In a moment, I was surrounded by welcoming faces, ...