Cindy's First Bukkake GangBang Party Part 5 - Sex Stories

Cindy's First Bukkake GangBang Party Part 5

... amazingly my exact size. I still didn't have any underwear, but my skimpy shorts and tank top from the Rendezvous Bar were in there too. Time to get dressed. It was my last chance to show off for these wonderful men. I didn't waste it. Strutting among them, I opened the robe slowly, first putting one leg out, then letting the front fall partly open, while still covering my breasts. My strip continued, as I moved around, showing more and more until I was completely naked again. Even though the men had seen everything, all night, and used me however they wanted, somehow the slow reveal was again exciting to them. I hugged some of them, pressed myself against others, encouraged little squeezes, patted their bulging pants, gave a few kisses, as passionate as they wanted. A few put a hand between my legs, gave me a little rub or partial finger. I stayed with them as long as it seemed they wanted to play. Eventually, I put on the clean outfit, being as slow and showy as I could with that too. Everyone watched me get dressed, some blowing kisses as I covered my body, a fond farewell to the night. When I pulled up the shorts, I looked around, making eye contact. There was one more thing I could do. I pushed my hand into my crotch, probed myself, sniffed the finger, licked it, then zipped up. All done. Smiles all around. Best comment: "This one knows what sex is!" I left the way I arrived, a threesome with John and Jack. They dropped me at home. Before I got out of the Escalade, John ...

... asked for my number. "You don't have to give it, but we like to have a way to keep in touch." I gave it, hoping this wasn't the end. I kissed each of them goodnight, opened the door and walked away. Inside, I looked at myself in the mirror. Although I seemed the same, I knew I wasn't. Tonight had broken down walls for me, I didn't yet know what I was going to find past the old barriers, but I was full of hope and optimism. Right then, I was mostly too tired to think. I slept for a long time. The next day I sat in my living room with a cup of coffee, staring at my trophy on the table. I thought a lot about what I had done, had experienced. It was wild, crazy but I was not sorry in the least. The previous night was indeed the time of my life. I was awakened by the event to think about a lot of things, what kind of life I wanted, who I wanted to be with, and a great deal more. When my boyfriend got back from London a few days later, I told him we were through. I didn't tell him anything else. He yelled at me for a few minutes, then packed and left. No tears about that. After two more weeks, I hadn't heard anything. By then, I also needed some help. I called the number on the trophy. An operator answered, "Yes, please, what is your name?" I gave my name, was quickly connected to Jack. Apparently he was now my official handler. "Hi, Cindy. I'm really pleased to hear from you. How's it going?" We chatted briefly, then he said, a little abruptly, "What can I do for you, Cindy?" "I ...