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Cindy The Gangbang Coach

... I'll be your coach." Vicky looked so happy as we clinked glasses, two conspirators grinning across the table. I was already thinking about what to do, getting excited by the challenge. I told her, "Give me a few days. I'll get organized." There was one more thing. She suggested very generous terms for a coaching fee, but I declined. "No need for that. I'm just helping you as a friend." We stood to leave. She squeezed my hand, looking very pleased, then pulled me in for a hug. The following week, we met for the first training session, at a modest furnished house rented for the purpose in an obscure suburb. In the living room, she poured wine and then gave me some news. "Wes has been very patient, but he's reaching his limit. He asked me, very nicely, to decide by the end of next month when he gets back from China." "Hmm, five weeks. I think that's enough. Your decision should be clear before then. You have a lot to learn, but you're motivated. You can do it." We high fived to seal our commitment. "Here's my plan. I'll introduce you to gangbang activity in stages, building up your knowledge, breaking down inhibitions, and desensitizing you step by step." A click on the remote woke up the large screen. "Let's start with this video. It's me at a major gangbang." As we sat together, the video revealed my gangbang world to Vicky. I was fucked by multiple men at once. Cumshots hit my face and body. I eagerly sucked cocks until they came while men plunged my ass and pussy. I ...

... dripped cum from everywhere. I was also undeniably enjoying myself, joking and laughing with the men, moaning with pleasure, or squealing and gasping during an on-camera climax. It was just a fifteen minute sample of one gangbang party. Vicky didn't see everything, but she saw plenty. By the end, she was clearly shocked, trembling. She couldn't look at me. "Oh my God, how could you?" she demanded. "You, you, oh! I don't know what to say." She just stopped, speechless, and buried her face in her hands. I reversed the video, stopping at a single frame of naked me on my knees surrounded by five men. Cum was smeared on my face, mixed in my hair, and coating my breasts. The men were shaking drips from their cocks into my open mouth. Cum hung from my lower lip. I looked happy. "Reality check, Vicky. You had to see this to answer one fundamental question: Could you do it? Could you be that cumslut?" Without a word, she got up and went into the bathroom, remaining there for more than ten minutes. I went and got her. She sat next to me on the couch again, but avoided eye contact, shaking her head negatively. She finally asked, "Don't the men line up for sex, sort of one at a time?" I answered her, "Well, maybe, but that's boring for the guys. It's a lot more fun my way." "But, but, oh, I don't know. I didn't expect so much energy. I didn't know there would be so much, ah, ah--" She couldn't say it. "So much cum?" She nodded. "Cum is part of it. Men want to come in you, on you, everyplace. ...