I'd been chatting to older hombre on AFF for a while, letting them talk filth to me and tell me what they'd do to me if I met them. I'd always kept it just chat and told myself I could keep it harmless. They seemed fascinated about thinking of me and I started sending them photograph to bait them. I'm short, flyspeck and 18, all of which drove these middle-aged men wild and I was always inundated with messages when I went onto the chat.

Over time I started to seek out porn of some of the things they were describing and started to get curious about some of the more extremum things. I found myself watching gangbangs and staring at so many toilsome pecker and wondering how she felt surrounded by them.

I found myself searching other sites for dirty old men and just seeing what they would say they wanted to do to me. That's when I met Chris on craigslist. He wasn't like the others, as he could shape a ended sentence and I didn't immediately receive a dick pic. We started exchanging e-mail and he would reconstruct detailed fancy scenarios that had me nobble.

Chris realised early on that I'd a peculiarity for grouping sex and gangbangs, and repeatedly the scenarios he described were multiple hombre and just me. It started to sink into my idea more and more, and it became harder and harder to get excited about just one guy.

Chris was previous, deep mid-thirties he said, and I suspect that I wasn't the outset Loretta Young girl he had groomed to agree to see him. He suggested that he could engineer a chemical group of his friend, not too many, and I could live out one of the fantasies he had described. I was scared, but by this detail the approximation had sunk into my mind that I was almost more worried I wouldn't know how to arrange one and I'd never try it.

I replied that I'd view it but would need to know Sir Thomas More. Chris wrote back with a scenario that seemed complete, and he explained how safe I would be with him there throughout. I agreed to do it.

He gave me a date and counsel to the place he had booked. He explained that he would possess four friends meet us there and my limits would be respected. I was nervous, very nervous, but agreed and spent most of the adjacent week swinging wildly from being more excited than I could remember to being so nervous I felt ill.

I arrived at the time Chris had told me to get there and he answered the doorway. The post was a really fancy looking old townhouse but it was split into single hotel retinue. Chris led me through the grand entrance hall and into his rooms. Right by the threshold was a bedroom which he led me into and told me the keep room was just down the hall, and that was where the guys were waiting. I was to get myself set up, strip naked, and come joint them when I was ready.

Suddenly I was alone staring at the bed and wondering what I was doing. I could try the sound of guy in the other room laughing and I wondered if they were talking about me. I put my bag down and sat on the bed, telling myself to rend myself together and to slow down and savour myself. I slipped off my shoes and stood up. I pulled off my t-shirt and undid my blue jean. I folded these and placed my wind sock on my trainer and turned to face up the full tiptop mirror on the antonym wall.

I ran my handwriting over my bra and down over my flat tum, round to my buoyant round of golf ass and grabbed it in both custody. Looking myself in the eye I told myself that this is what I want to do, and I may never get another chance. I undo my bra and drop curtain it to the flooring and slip my digit inside each side of meat of the waist band of my flip-flop and I freeze again. I hear their voice and a though split second across my mind, can I do this ?

I take a deep breathing time and push, letting my thong slide down my legs to the floor and I step out of them. I stare at the bare fille in the mirror and try to image her as one of the girls from the porno I'd masturbated to. I look around the room and realise I've run out of things to do to prepare myself, clip to go see the guys.

I hesitate at the door, with my bridge player on the grip, and the silliest mentation crosses my brain. I should pick up my bra and thong and put them with my other dress. I put that thought out of my thinker as something my parents would want me to do and open the door. Chris hears the door opening and calls the guys to silence. I can see him standing naked and erect in the life room at the end of the hall. I can't see anyone else, but he beckons me to come forward and into the room.

I slowly start to tread forward, and I'm very mindful of Chris staring at my defenseless body. I'm looking at Chris and trying to slow my kernel rate as I'm so fright and so turned on being stared at like this. I'm various steps into the room before I become aware of my surroundings. I'm in a with child and very light life room. There are two couch and a bare mattress on the floor in the centre of the elbow room. And eight very naked older men staring at me and stroking their cocks.

I panic, I've lost my bottle and I just can't do this. I turn and run back to the bedroom. Chris followed me, and as I bend down to grab my underclothes off the base, he comes up behind me and gabs me. I'm flung onto the bed and I'm in shock. Chris uses this momentary pause from me to climb up on top of me using his body weight to pin me face down on the bed. My read/write head is facing the door and I can see the other Guy enter the room.

Chris tells them that they'll just"fuck her in here"and I feel his cock pressing against my ass. I start to ask Chris what he's doing and he tells me that this is what I wanted and to just loosen. With that he pushes his cock into my ass to the sunshine of his Friend. I don't try to fight him, I just let him do it as I watch the group of guys wank their cocks staring at me. I'm getting turned on realising I really am in one of the smut picture I'd watched, and that the quite a little of bozo wanking was what she must consume seen.

Chris rolls onto his spine, carrying me on top of him and manages to restrain his cock in my ass. He grabs my pelvis and starts to construct a rhythm method of birth control to his ass piece of tail of me. My scene shifts from the radical to the mirror opposite the bed and the vision of my defenseless torso on top of a intemperate cock. I receptive my wooden leg to get a better view of this porn star in the mirror. I hear from behind me Chris saying to come on up, that he's got her warmed up. I suddenly realise what he means as one guy walks into my panorama of the mirror and climbs onto the bed. Without a Scripture he lines up and shoves his cock in my kitty-cat, and I'm DPed for the first clip ever.

I'm in share shock, and part raptus at feeling so full and the unlike strokes of Chris and my closed book sex spouse. I feel the bed shifting as jest at come closer and suddenly there are hands everywhere. My white meat are being grabbed and pawed by two different guys, and I have individual's hands grabbing my ass. I'm just in a sea of sense datum, feelings and can't keep track of who is doing what to me where.

My psyche rolls back as I give into this rape of sex and I only become aware of the man squat over my case when his cock insistence against my lips. I've no electric resistance to what is happening to me, I'm becoming a porn genius in my mind, and I open my mouth. He immediately pushes his stopcock to the back of my sass and starts pressing on to try to get into my throat. I've no will or strength to protest and he pushes past my gag and I hear some Guy cheer somewhere but can't focus sufficiency to hear them properly.

I vaguely make out someone saying"airtight slut"but I'm too fussy to handle what that is. Chris is the first to cum, slamming as deep into me as he can I'm suddenly bereft of a putz in my mouth and I realise the secret guy in my kitty-cat is pulling me on top of him. I'm now staring directly at the mirror and can see the guy who had until seconds before been fucking my oral fissure kneel behind me and then feel him shove his prick testicle deep into my ass. He compliments Chris for getting me loosened up and starting signal to go for it, really fucking me hard. I'm fixated on the look on his face in the mirror. This looks exactly like a porno photographic film. Suddenly my prospect is blocked as a cock is shoved in my face. I'm not thinking like myself and I take him in my mouth without even knowing who it is. I'm shocked by the taste and appear up to see Chris staring down at me. As I look up I hear a voice saying"ass to mouth, what a slut ”.

I finish cleaning his cock and he's about to be replaced by another when I can recite from the quickening yard behind me that I'm about to make two stranger cum. I get to watch in the mirror as the porn conniption gets a contemporise cum. The change in pace and rhythm, combined with the live erotica cinema in my view, makes me cum which tips first the unknown in my ass and then the stranger in my cunt to cum, which makes me cum again and again.

I'm barely aware of the guy behind me pulling out as my head is swimming from my first multiple orgasm. I'm flung off the guy I'd been on top of and lay there dazed and wondering what was next. I start to go more aware of the room and realise Chris has noticed my fixed regard at the mirror. He's choreographing the next guys and I'm told to"hop on"by the overweight white haired guy laying future to me. I consider looking to Chris as I thought they were all going to be his age, but decide to just do as I'm told.

I climb on top of him and sit myself on his prick, with my hands on his venter for stabilization. I'm pushed forward by someone and I look in the mirror and see another old man getting into spatial relation behind me. I quickly leave about their age as their hammer start to conduct me back to that smut star mentality. I feel myself pressed against his belly and a section of me is disgusted, while another is equally turned on by how slutty this is. I feel a belly smack against my ass as I'm fucked and then my view is blocked again. Another old man is standing in presence of me, holding his belly up and out of the way so I can see his rooster child in a wood of T. H. White pubis. He takes his other hand and snatch my head and shoves his tool in my mouth.

My nose is being buried in his ashen pubes and his paunch is resting on my os frontale, but with his bridge player behind my head he is fucking my oral fissure like a man half his age. I can amend try the guy cable taking, and I'm being described in very degrading mode, slut and whore are the nicest I hear, and I hear them discussing who will get to have sex my pussy side by side and who my ass, and who wants a cock sucking as well. This goes on for hours, with the guy rope changing every so often as they cum, but I realise after a while that I haven't seen or heard Chris since I cleaned his pecker with my mouth.

Eventually the guys are starting to run out of cum, most having used me at least twice, and I've got spunk all over me from oral sex to knee. The room is quieter, with a couple of guys watching as I'm fucked by one last fat old man. He's on top of me but hasn't made eye inter-group communication and I don't love his name, I just feel his fat belly slapping into me over and over. He pulls out and I kneel on the floor between the bed and the mirror as he stands over me and ejaculate in my mouth. I look up at him and show him it in my mouth and he tells me to be a good girl and drink. I look at myself in the mirror, seeing a naked, cum covered porn hotshot and I swallow.

I look around and ask where Chris is. I'm told none of them know a Chris but if I mean the guy who organised the gangbang, then he left a while ago. I'm confused and I'm still on my knees watching the guy cable leave the way and then fleet the room clothed and leaving the flat. I'm alone in the suite, and I start to track down for my clobber. I realise my underwear is gone, and I text Chris. He texts back to ask if I had a good time, to which I ask who they were and where was he. He text back that he didn't know who they were but he had another get together planned for next week .