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I know when my boyfriend is trying to trick me into something. He always begins mid-sentence with some line like, “I mean, never mind. You wouldn’t even be interested.” Naturally, I always look up from my phone with my big brown eyes and push my blonde hair out of my face and say, “Huh? What am I not interested in?”

Usually, it’s something stupid, like going to a new restaurant or watching some zombie horror show he likes.

It was different this time.

“Well, I was talking to some friends the other night and Jacob — you know Jacob?”

“The one with the tattoos?”

“Yeah,” my boyfriend said. “Jacob was telling us how he’s seeing this new chick. And she likes to be watched.”

“Watched?” I asked. I knew what he was talking about, but I wanted him to say it.

“Like, … in bed and stuff. He said she had some friends over a few weeks ago and one thing led to another with Jacob and before you knew it, they were fucking. And their friends watched the whole thing.”

“In silence? Like they were watching a movie?”

“I donno,” my boyfriend said. “Maybe? Anyway. It sounded kinda … I donno … hot?”

“Are you asking if I’d be cool with people watching us fuck?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess. But … you wouldn’t, right?”

“I mean, no. That’s weird,” I said. I knew he’d be disappointed.

“Yeah,” he said, looking down at his phone. He tugged his cheek to the left. A sign that he was bummed.

“I mean if they’re there. Why not, you know? Participate.”

His eyes lit up. He dropped his phone in his lap and turned to look at me. Eyes wide. Mouth open.

“What?” He said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I mean. It’s weird to be watched. What are we? Zoo animals? I mean if you’re there, you might as well join in.”

“Are you saying … you’d be okay with me bringing some friends over?”

“I guess,” I said. “Who? Which friends. Show me.”

He grabbed his phone, pulled up Facebook and started scrolling through his list of buddies. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down all of the cute ones.

Six in total, including my boyfriend.

“Set it up,” I told him.

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ONE WEEK LATER

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I thought it’d make more sense if everyone was a little bit tipsy. Everyone showed up on time. We had some drinks, listened to some music, and made small talk. I was wearing lingerie to help set the mood. But I could feel all of their eyes on me. I was pretty nervous, to be honest. I don’t know what came over me. I grabbed my boyfriend and we went into the kitchen to refill the pitcher.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said suddenly. I was nervous. My heart was racing. I was sweating.

“Okay,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything you want.”

I was baffled. I was 100% sure he’d be disappointed. But he reassured me that it was okay. It was all okay. Nobody had to do anything.

“I told them ahead of time that things could change and they needed to be cool with it.”

“You did?” I asked.

“I did,” he said.

I smiled and hugged him.

“So, we’ll call it off. I’ll go tell them.”

“No … wait …”

“I want you to be comfortable, babe,” he said.

“I am comfortable,” I said. “I … I can do it.”

I grabbed my vape pen and took a hit. Weed always calmed me down.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

I walked out of the kitchen with the fresh pitcher of drinks and poured them out. I could feel their eyes on me. But this time, I wasn’t as bothered. My margaritas are pretty strong. And tonight, they were even stronger. I didn’t want to waste time getting people nice and relaxed.

I sat down on the couch. One of the men put his hand on my thigh. I pretended not to mind, but I was DYING to look over at my boyfriend to see how he was reacting. Luckily, someone asked a question and I was able to glance at him and look. He was smiling. He was watching.

I leaned next to the man who had his hand on my thigh and whispered, “You should finger my pussy.”

His eyes grew wide. My boyfriend was definitely watching.

“O-okay,” he said.

I felt his fingers slide up my thigh, inching closer and closer. And soon, a virtual strangers finger was inside of my cunt. I gasped. Everyone glanced over and noticed what was happening.

Everything went silent. I looked around. I felt like I should say something.

“Let me taste,” I said.

He pulled his finger from me and held it up to my mouth. I put my hand around his hand and pulled it closer to my mouth. I sucked his finger and moaned. I glanced around the room. Everyone was getting hard. Bulge after bulge. I couldn’t stop sucking his finger, tasting my pussy.

“Take your cock out,” I said.

He stood, unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. He ripped his shirt off and threw it on the floor. His cock was rock hard. Suddenly, everyone undressed. I stood up and slowly undressed.

I unhooked my bra and let them all see my perfect C cup tits. My nipples were rock hard. I slid out of my panties and sat back down on the sofa, spreading my legs, letting them all see my pink pussy. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth and sucked.

Pretty soon, all I could feel were hands on me. Inside of me. Touching me. Squeezing. Twisting my nipples. I gagged and slurped on a cock that was not my boyfriends. I felt someone’s mouth on my cunt. I felt someone grab my hand and place their cock in it. I stroked it while I sucked a cock and had someone lick my clit. He licked and fingered me. I was shaking. Trembling.

“I’m gonna cummmmm,” I howled. My cunt dripped as my entire body tensed up and relaxed. I reached down and grabbed his hair and pressed him deeper into my pussy. He licked and sucked, slurping up my juices until I was shaking.

“Stopstopstop,” I laughed as I pushed him away. I was practically vibrating. He chuckled as he stepped back. A job well done.

“Throat me,” I begged. “One after the other.”

A line formed. I flipped upside down, the back of my head dangled off the sofa. I felt a cock slide into my mouth. It was big. Throbbing. Hard. He pushed deep. My eyes watered. He pumped. HARD. Within seconds, I retched and a buckets worth of saliva gushed out of my mouth and soaked my face.

“HAHA YEAH!” He grunted as he kept pumping. I squirmed. Spit drenched my face. I was blinking like crazy. My hair was wet. He kept throating me. Harder. I was gagging and retching.

“AAAAAUUUGH!”

“Good girl,” he grunted as he yanked his saliva covered cock from my mouth and stepped to the side.

“Damn,” someone said. “She’s wrecked.”

Everyone laughed. I was gasping for breath as someone else stepped forward.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” I said.

Another cock jammed down my throat. He slid in and out slowly, like he was fucking my cunt. I spit up some more, coating my face in spit.

“Yesss!” He purred.

One after another, they used my throat until all six cocks were slathered in spit and my face was entirely drenched.

“Help me up,” I said, laughing.

My boyfriend said, “I gotcha,” and grabbed me. He helped me up.

“Where too?” He asked.

“Dining table. I have an idea.”

We all walked to the dining room table. It was exactly cock level. I got on the table and got on my side.

“Hold my head against the table and fuck my face. And someone hold my legs up and fuck me?”

My boyfriend pressed my head into the cold dining table and shoved his cock in my mouth while someone went to the other side and grabbed my legs. I felt a cock push inside of my pussy. A cock that was not my boyfriend’s.

My boyfriend throated me. Hard. I kept gagging and spitting up. Saliva gushed out of my mouth and all over the dining table. My mascara was all over my face. He was laughing. When I exhaled, I blew bubbles in the saliva on the table. He pressed my face into the spit puddle and raked me back and forth. I was a total mess.

“Who is fucking me? Let me suck you,” I said.

He stepped forward and pushed my cock into my mouth. I could taste my cunt on him. He held me down and pumped. His cock was even bigger than my boyfriend’s. I retched and coughed up a huge puddle of saliva. He scooped up the spit puddle with his hands and smeared it all over my face. Everyone laughed.

“YES!” I grunted. “Haha FUCK YES!”

I was blowing saliva out of my nostrils, sucking a cock, getting fucked. My pussy was soaked.

“More! Give me two cocks. I want two cocks in my mouth.”

“Is your asshole off limits?” One of them asked.

“No,” I said.

“I need some lube,” he asked.

“C’mere,” I said.

He walked over to me and put his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck my face. HARD.”

He did as he was told, I could feel his cock all the way down my throat. He was relentless. Savage. Ruthless. He slammed his big cock into my mouth over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“GAAAAAUGHHHH!”

I yanked his cock from my mouth and grabbed his hands and leaned over them. Thick white spit gushed out of my mouth and into his hands.

“There’s your lube,” I said, laughing and catching my breath.

He walked around behind me and smeared my saliva all over my pink little asshole and his cock. He put a finger inside of my asshole. And then he put a second finger in. A different cock went into my cunt. Someone else stepped forward and pushed their cock into my throat. I could feel my asshole being pried open. It didn’t even hurt. My pink little anus was gaping. Wide open. I felt the tip of a cock push inside. My eyes were watering.

I’ve never felt so used and sexy in my entire life. Six men, cocks hard, desperate to touch me. My face was dripping with saliva. I had cocks in all of my holes. Mouth. Cunt. Asshole.

“Give me two cocks in my mouth,” I begged, stretching my mouth open with my fingers. Two cocks were wedged inside of my mouth. I was laughing, sucking, drooling.

I gagged again.

“Everyone run train on my asshole.”

I lifted my legs up and draped them over someone’s shoulders. He put his cock into my asshole. A line formed behind him. Five more men. Desperate to fuck my anus.

Propped up on my elbows, I watched all six of them take turns fucking me. My asshole was gaped. Stretched. Wide open. Hungry and desperate for cocks.

“Who’s ready to cum?” I asked.

“We don’t cum until you do,” one of them said.

“Do you fuckers want to watch me squirt?” I asked.

They all cheered.

I dug my fingers into my cunt and began to vigorously finger myself. I was sloshing around already, dripping down my thighs, soaking the table. I put my other finger on my clit and rubbed. They watched.

I started to squirm and moan.

“Get a cup, babe,” I grunted.

My boyfriend ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big ass Mason Jar. He held it between my cunt as I fingered myself.

I was so close.

Sloshing.

Dripping.

I arched back and kept fingering. Kept rubbing.

“I’m so fucking CLOSE!” I howled.

MY legs tightened. My eyes rolled back into my head.

“I’m CUMMINGGGG!” I screamed.

Suddenly, a torrent of squirt gushed out of my cunt. A solid heavy stream. My boyfriend angled the Mason Jar. I filled it with squirt. I writhed and squirmed and gushed. I could feel my anus opening and closing as I writhed around in the squirt and spit that covered the table until I collapsed, gasping for breath.

“Damn,” someone whispered.

Everyone laughed.

I crawled, exhausted, off of the table and lowered myself to my knees.

“Soak my face in sperm,” I begged.

All six men stood around me and began jerking off. Their cocks were slathered in spit as they masturbated over me.

“Please, yes,” I purred.

They stroked harder and harder.

Someone stepped forward and ejaculated all over my face. Thick white semen soaked my face.

Two more stepped forward and came, grunting and moaning together as they emptied their balls onto me.

“Three left,” I giggled as my face was coated in thick white jizz.

Another stepped forward. My eyes were glued shut. I was soaked. He came, too. I could feel the ropes of cum shoot across my face. One after another.

“Whoa!” I giggled. “Big load!”

I licked my lips as the last two stepped forward and came on me. My tits were drenched in cum. I could feel the thick semen dangling from my chin.

“Give me the mason jar,” I said. “And take a picture, babe.”

My boyfriend handed me the jar full of my squirt.

“Smile,” he said as he snapped a few pictures

I began scooping the thick sperm from my face and letting it splash into the squirt filled jar. After a while, I had successfully scooped enough cum from my face so I could open my eyes. I blinked heavily and looked around the room. All six men were drenched in sweat. I was on my knees. The dining table was covered in squirt and spit. My tits were recked with jizz and mascara.

“Film this,” I said.

My boyfriend hit record as I lifted the mason jar to my lips and began to chug the combination of squirt and cum. Everyone watched in awe as I swallowed every last drop.

Exhausted, I put the mason jar on the table and stood up.

“That was fun,” I said.

Everyone laughed nervously and I licked my lips.

“Can I see?”

My boyfriend handed me his phone and I scrolled through the pictures.

“Oh my GOD!” I said, laughing hysterically at the sight of me.

“Can we … do that again sometime?” Someone asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

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