by Carl East
"I wish—that whenever I open my wallet there were ten, ten dollar bills."
Reaching for my wallet, I opened it to find a hundred dollars. Taking it out and closing it, I opened it again and found another hundred dollars. It worked, I thought, getting to my feet and wondering where to go first. Then I remembered the nightclub I was in a couple of nights ago. Two gorgeous looking women had led me on all night, allowing me to buy the drinks and then when the night ended, they left with total strangers. At the time, I thought, it serves you right for being too ambitious, but now, I wanted to see what I had missed. The rest of the day, I spent getting ready for the night's events, going from one shop to another, just to find the right outfit.
By the time I was ready, the clubs had been open for an hour, so I wished myself to the bar of the club I wanted. I was dressed in a light-colored suit, with black shoes and a white shirt that had an artistic pattern going from front to back. I ordered a drink and then sat down at the bar to peruse the dance floor. Most of the women wore skimpy looking outfits, revealing very little but promising a lot. I had only been there for half an hour when the two girls I was waiting for walked into the club. God, they were sexy. They were both dressed in glittering outfits and each had a plunging neckline that revealed breasts the eye had to see. Their hemline was similar as well, with both dresses being cut short. Believe me when I say they had the legs for it; they hadn't noticed me yet, so I turned my back and waited.
Soon they were standing at the bar with some other sap buying them a drink. Then they spotted me, saying Hi. I turned to greet them mouthing the words 'both of you are going to find me irresistible,' then watched as their expressions changed from one of discomfort to one of lust. They turned to the poor man who was still there telling him to beat it and then came over to stand on either side of me. I wasn't about to spend any more money on these two, so I suggested we blow this joint and go back to my place. They agreed in a heartbeat, so we left.
Soon we were at my house and they were all over me as soon as we got in. They both discarded their dresses and then removed their bras and panties. I stood there admiring their bodies, with both of them looking like supermodels. I told them to touch each other up until I was ready and they complied without question. They started by caressing each other's breasts, while I began to get undressed. Watching them, I wondered if they were bisexual, for the way they were caressing each other I could tell they had done this before. By now, I was completely naked, with a cock that stood out proud and erect.
They spotted me and came over, both of them placing a hand onto my hardened cock. I kissed one and then the other, feeling in total control. One of them bent down and started to lick and tease my joint, while the other pushed her tongue into my mouth. The passion was intense, while the attention I was receiving from these two vixens continued. My cock suddenly entered a mouth that was more than ready; she fairly engulfed my boner. I placed my hand between the legs of the other one, deliberately and softly stroking her pussy. She in turn pushed and rubbed her hand onto my fingers wanting me to probe her cunt. I relinquished my control, allowing her to place my finger into her love nest. Then, standing on tiptoe, she moved up and down, while I slid my finger in and out. The attention my cock was receiving was taking me over the edge; I whispered to the one still standing to join her partner, which she did.
They started to swap my cock to each other's mouths, moaning aloud how they wanted my seed. I could feel the surge as my cock erupted, my cum going over their faces but being licked off by each other. My knees were buckling as they continued to suck, wanting me to stay hard so that I might service them both. It wasn't hard to keep it up, not with two gorgeous women wanting to be fucked. They stood up, both saying, "fuck me first" I suggested a position that they liked and pretty soon we were getting down. One of them was lying on her back while the other was licking her cunt for all she was worth; I entered the shaved and beautiful pussy in front of me. My cock was twitching with anticipation as I pushed it deeply into her pussy.
I fucked her slowly at first, wanting her to get used to it being there, and then I started to speed up. Her moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room, also the moans of her friend—who was receiving the licking of her life. Her friend started to moan louder and louder, making it completely obvious that she was climaxing big time. The orgasm soon spread to the one I was fucking, her moans almost drowning out her friends. The juices flowing from her cunt signaled how much she was enjoying this moment. I thrust forward with a determination I had never felt before, wanting to make her climax in a way that was special to them both.
My pelvis slapped against her ass pushing her forward slightly with each new penetration, and her screams of 'my God,' going almost unnoticed, while our bodies were slapping each other's. She suddenly screamed not to stop as she was coming. I went faster, the sweat running down my neck and chest, as they both started to climax. Then my cock started to jerk and I could feel my ejaculation building up, shooting down the center and exploding into her pussy.
I carried on pumping it into her for a few more minutes and then we relaxed onto the bed. Almost immediately, there was a mouth covering my deflating cock, bringing it back to life in order that she too could be fucked. I felt as horny as hell and wasn't about to let her leave without a good fucking. Soon my cock was back and ready to go; she couldn't wait, for she suddenly jumped onto me pinning me to the bed. She guided my cock into her pussy and started to ride me. The other one didn't want to be left out, so she straddled my face opening her pussy lips with both hands and placing it over my mouth.
I was more than happy to insert my tongue into the gaping hole before me, not in the least bit bothered that I could taste my own juices as well. She writhed about forcing my tongue to touch every area of her pussy lips, while the other one was trying to get my cock ever deeper into her pussy. The bed was shaking they were so aggressive, shouting how they would make me remember this night for a long time to come. I licked and sucked harder making her moan aloud once again; she was cursing and cursing making me feel as randy as hell. I was starting to go over the edge once again, wanting this to last a bit longer. It wasn't to be, for I could feel the sperm as it reached the tip of my cock. She knew I was coming but never once slowed her pace, making me grip the bed as the sensations I was feeling made me feel the need to stop her.
With them both pinning me down, I had little control over how long she fucked me. Soon it was over and they both fell asleep holding me. I wondered where my next adventure would take me.
The End
The Gang-Bang Exposé
Sean and Ann were in the Editor's outer office, waiting for a meeting and they didn't know what it entailed. As their newspaper dealt with all kinds of sleaze, they knew it would be something meaty.
They started to bet one another, with Sean saying it would be something to do with the lesbian community, while Ann thought it would be about rape.
In the event, they both turned out to be wrong. In fact, the Editor wanted information that they both felt was a waste of their time.
"I want you to dig up as much dirt as possible concerning celebrity gang-bangs; if possible get an interview with those that arrange them, I want to know about the type of people that put themselves through this experience and why." said the Editor.
"Wait a second. No one is sure that they exist, besides it's not something that you can get invited to," replied Ann.
"Well, let me tell you something, Ann. Real reporters find a way. Now stop complaining and come up with something good or you're back in advertising."
"But, sir, this is..." Ann started to protest.
Sean interrupted, "We'll do our best, sir," he got up and nodded pointedly at Ann, who got the message and followed him out of the office.
Sean reassured his new partner. "Don't worry, we can do this."
"You know why he's doing this, don't you?" Ann complained. "He's pissed off that I won't sleep with him. This is his way of getting rev
enge."
"Forget about him. We can do this."
"Sean, you know I want this job and that I've been itching to get out of the advertising department, but gang-bangs? I don't know." Ann shook her head doubtfully.
"Come on. I have to make a couple of calls. I have a friend or two that might be able to help us with this," he said.
She gaped at him in surprise. "Just exactly what kinds of friends do you associate with?" she said, following him to his office. Sean didn't answer.
He made a few calls, got the information he was looking for, and they left.
"Where are we going?" asked Ann, not sure she wanted to know.
"A strip club, known as the 'Bare All,' a friend owns that place and he knows certain people, who, shall we say travel in seedier circles than most," said Sean, confident that he had their first lead.
Soon they were pulling up outside the strip club. Ann scanned the building, expecting the worst and finding it. It was a dump. It had the kind of customers who had beer stains on their shirts. Before they even entered, Ann could smell the vomit someone had deposited outside on the pavement, making her even more reluctant to enter.
Sean tugged her by the elbow, and against her better judgment, she followed him inside. A few whispered words to the door attendant and they were ushered to the manager's office.
Sean shook hands with the club owner and they all sat down. "Tony...how are you doing? This is Ann Wilder my partner."
Ann shook hands with the manager, her thoughts of how he should go on a diet prevalent in her mind.
"Listen, Tony," Sean said, "we need to get the dirt on the celebrity gang-bangs for an article."
Smiling in appreciation and sitting back in his chair, Sean took in the nude posters plastered all over the walls.
"I know they happen, but I don't know where," Tony replied. His eyes wandered up and down Ann's body. "You're some looker, gal."
Ann struggled to keep from blurting a sharp retort. Although he was loathsome, this Tony could have some information for them, and unless they wanted their search to end here and now, they needed to cooperate.
"Come on Tony, surely you have friends who know where," Ann said.
Feeling naughty, she shifted in her seat and let her skirt ride up her thighs a little. Tony's eyes widened.
"Ah, I might be able to help you," Tony stammered. "What's in it for me?"
"A half-page ad, free," replied Sean.
"Full page with color."
"Done."
"Ok, I got a friend who might know something, but let me ring him first and see how he feels about all this. If he agrees to meet you, I'll let you know."
With that, Sean and Ann left his office telling him they'd wait outside, and then proceeded to the bar. As she drank her gin and tonic, Ann watched one of the strippers, wondering how anyone could perform in such a manner, in front of perfect strangers.
Ten minutes later, Tony came out of his office and walked over to join them.
"Gus, my contact, will meet you in the Café Royale at eight o'clock tonight, he's a big guy so you won't miss him," he said, patting Ann's butt as she turned to leave.
Ann cringed. He disgusted her, but she kept her cool as they walked out.
Getting there early, Ann and Sean had a coffee while waiting, and then spotted a guy who fitted Tony's description entering the café. Sean waved him over, found him to be the right person and then asked if he wanted a coffee. Once he was settled and starting to talk, Ann decided to ask him straight out.
"We were told that you could help us dig up some dirt concerning so-called Celebrity Gang-Bangs, is that true?" she said, as she sat back in the booth.
"You sound like you don't believe this happens," he replied.
"Let's just say I have my doubts," said Ann, "why would celebrities risk their reputations getting involved in something like this? If word got out, they could be ruined."
"Sounds like that's what you're trying to do."
"We have no intention of exposing anyone's name, we merely wish to interview, anonymously, the person who arranges it all," said Sean.
"I don't know," said Gus, "I mean this is my livelihood we're talking about."
"We can make it worth your while," said Ann.
"I want five grand for this," he replied, sitting back to gauge their response.
"Three thousand is all we can offer, take it or leave it," said Sean.
Gus sat up, placing both hands onto the table as if to rise, and then suddenly decided to sit back down.
"Done."
"So, what happens next?" asked Ann.
"You have to do whatever I tell you to do, starting off with a blindfold, when we get underway," he said.
"We will do whatever it takes to get the story, but can you assure us that we aren't in any danger?" asked Sean.
"Oh, you'll be safe. I mean, we're not talking about the criminal element here, just something that has to be done behind closed doors. Be here in one hour—with the money."
One hour later, he was blindfolding them, and then setting off. Ann felt a little apprehensive, but started to relax when Sean kept reminding her that he wouldn't let anything bad happen.
When Gus finally told them to remove their blindfolds, Ann and Sean discovered they were in a warehouse. There were a few storage cases over in one corner, but apart from that, the warehouse was empty. They were not alone however, for there were six men across the warehouse, just waiting.
"We are just waiting now for the subject to arrive, and then the fun will start," their contact told them.
Within half an hour, the woman he had been referring to opened the door and entered, along with two men who seemed to be guarding her. Ann was shocked to find she recognized this celebrity, a certain Rose Cunnington, who Ann knew read the weather forecast on Channel 9. She was very attractive and dressed in a robe.
Gus was now informing her as to the reason the spectators were there, and although she clearly objected at first, Ann could see Gus calming her by whispering something in her ear. Ann wasn't sure what was said, but it had the desired effect, for Rose suddenly walked over to the table, completely ignoring her onlookers.
The men who had been standing around now went into action, as the woman approached the table situated in the middle of the warehouse. One of them approached her, putting his hands up to take her robe. Then another man helped her onto the table; Rose then just watched, as all six of them proceeded to remove their clothing.
Each man had the kind of body that could only be described as Adonis-like physiques and each had their own little role to play. One man went to the back of the table, his cock dangling within easy reach of Rose's mouth, while two others went to either side of the low table and started to caress and fondle her breasts.
Meanwhile, the other men started to play with their cocks, making sure they were nice and hard, while watching her breasts being manhandled. Then one of them approached her legs, opening them slightly and started to rub her pussy with one finger. Her juices must have been flowing, for next he mounted the table and positioned his cock at the entrance. The remaining men then started to play, their hands suddenly running all over her body and making her moan aloud.
Ann couldn't help getting a little turned on by all this, feeling her pussy start to get wet and wanting to put her hand between her legs, but not doing so.
Rose was clearly enjoying this attention. She was now being serviced by the first, his long strokes making her cry out with pleasure, as he moved faster and faster. The man at the front of the table now had his cock inside her mouth and was moving slowly back and forth.
Sean's cock was by now very hard as he watched the show, and he had to adjust it to make it more comfortable. Ann couldn't help noticing and wanted to play with herself even more. Ann watched, as the woman's eyes closed, almost feeling how much pleasure she was getting from this attention.
Rose's moans of pleasure, as they continued, were a clear indication that they were doing a
ll the right things. The one fucking her had started slowly, but now he was at full thrust and she still had six other hands moving over her body just adding to the moment.
Ann couldn't stop herself. She had to put her hand down to her pussy, not that Sean would have noticed, for he was already rubbing his hardened cock through his trousers. Ann rubbed the tip of her finger over her own clitoris, her juices pouring out as she watched this carnal act of lust, never having witnessed anything so erotic.
The woman's cries at this time showed she was in the throes of her first climax, as her first man started to blow. They didn't mess around after the first man for no sooner had he gotten off, than another took his place. His cock was more than ready as he pushed it in, not messing around with pleasantries.
Sean could feel the act of masturbation through his trousers was about to deposit his seed into his pants, so he stopped, not wanting to feel uncomfortable as he watched the rest of this show. Ann never stopped to consider any of this, for her orgasm was upon her, while her knees nearly buckled because of it.
They watched another man being replaced, this one being the biggest man there for his cock stuck out at least nine inches, maybe more. Rose's screams of pleasure echoed throughout the warehouse as this man plunged into her pussy repeatedly, making her cum more than once before ejaculating himself.
After viewing this spectacle of all six men having their way, Ann and Sean had to wait until the men had gone, then walked over to the woman still lying on the table.
Sean handed her a robe that was draped over a chair and then waited until she had gotten her breath back and was more composed.
"Could we ask you a few questions?" said Sean, still admiring her body.
"Provided you don't take any pictures and don't reveal my name," she responded.