Cindy The Gangbang Coach - Sex Stories

Cindy The Gangbang Coach

My role as Vicky Marshall's gangbang coach, and our extraordinary friendship, began when I got her short text asking to meet with me. I was puzzled. Why the meeting? And how did she have my private number? We never had contact before. Of course I had heard of her, mostly from celebrity rumors and gossip. She was a dark haired beauty with a Miss America face, athletic body, and the energy level of an NFL cheerleader. Each week the tabloids linked her romantically to a different man or woman. Born into Boston wealth, Victoria Anne Marshall was educated at elite schools then worked for a large charitable foundation. Everyone expected an early marriage to Old Money. But Vicky defied expectations when she became a tennis pro, traveling the world on the WTA Tour. Her rankings improved year by year until, after the death of her father, she retired from tennis to devote herself to philanthropy. Although she had accomplished a lot, she was only in her mid-thirties. That's all I knew when we met at an unpretentious restaurant, away from the usual LA social patterns. We talked about tennis, the touring life, and my job. Suddenly she startled me by asking, "How much do you know?" "Nothing. You wanted to meet, that's all." She sat back, exhaled with a long sigh, looking directly into my eyes. "I might marry William Wesley." That was William Wesley, the software billionaire. I offered congratulations, but she responded oddly. "Wes and I are well suited to each other by background, ...

... education, and interests. He wants me, I want him. But. There is a but." She looked around nervously, checking for eavesdroppers. "Cindy, he has a fantasy of me in a gangbang. He wants to make it real, to actually watch me have sex with dozens of strangers. If I accept his desires and agree to do it, then we'll marry. If not, he doesn't think marriage will work." I had to ask, "Have you ever done anything like that?" She shook her head. "Are you willing to?" "Maybe, I'm not sure." She hesitated. "I surprised myself when I realized the fantasy does, um, you know, arouse me. But I'm afraid." "Afraid? Afraid of what?" She said, slowly, "I don't know." "Okay, how can I help?" "Well, forgive me, but someone told me about you." "Meaning?" I really wondered. "That you have an amazing ability to please men, many at once. Just what Wes wants from me." "Well, yes. I have done a few things," I admitted. She smiled knowingly at me, drummed her fingers, and finally blurted, "I need a coach." "A coach was essential to make it in tennis," she elaborated. "Now I need a gangbang coach." Leaning forward, she pleaded, "Cindy, I want to become the woman Wes imagines. Are you willing to help me?" I sat back, silent while my thoughts raced. She seemed clueless about what a gangbang would involve. On the other hand, as an athlete she was a competitor, a winner who didn't give up. If doing a gangbang was her goal, she could do it. And, there was chemistry. I already liked her. I lifted my glass. "I'm in. ...