I am a 35-year-old single woman, a blue-eyed brunette with a petite body and a pretty face. I have a job that requires me to attend trade shows about twice a year.
Recently, attending a trade show in Chicago, I got into conversation one evening with a group of four men who claimed to have met me before, although I didn’t recognize them. They kept calling me “Ann,” and I soon gathered that they had taken me for some woman who had had sex with them in a hotel room the night before. At least that’s what they claimed, although this seemed very strange and suspicious to me. The men were very blatant with their sexual innuendos about Ann. They were soon giving me graphic descriptions of the things they had done with her. Although I tried to assure them that they had the wrong person, they wouldn’t listen. I didn’t know if they were playing some kind of game with me or what, and finally I simply walked away.
I had heard about women participating in such gang bangs, and in fact I had had secret fantasies about being the only woman in a roomful of men. The things the men had said had actually aroused me, and to regain my composure I went up to my hotel room and took a hot bath. I began to shave my legs, and then I got so carried away that I lost all inhibitions and found myself shaving off my pubic hair. For some reason I was suddenly obsessed with a desire to fulfill my own secret fantasy.
I got out of the tub and dried off, then put on a white silk evening dress. The dress was so sheer it was nearly transparent, but I didn’t bother with underwear. With my pussy drooling, I made my way to the hospitality suite where I had encountered the four men earlier.
I couldn’t see them as I looked around the suite, so I went to the bar to get a drink. I could see a number of men staring at me. I was wearing open-toed high heels, and my bare toes made it obvious that I wasn’t wearing stockings. My bloodred areolae and my erect nipples could be seen through the dress, and left no doubt that I was naked beneath it. The women in the room gave me suspicious looks, but the men were smiling.
The young, cocky bartender stared at me as hard as anyone, and when he served my drink he told me his name was Dave, and boldly asked me if I’d be willing to go to his room with him and his buddy Mike, who was working the snack table. I was actually somewhat turned on by his brazenness, and not seeing any of the guys I’d met earlier, I accepted.
Dave quickly found two guys to fill in for him and Mike at the bar, and we headed for his room. There, without formalities, the three of us stripped naked. Dave was only a few inches taller than me, but he had an impressively large cock. Mike’s prick, I thought, was the perfect size for me to take on in a double fuck.
I didn’t care about anything anymore except what I’d come there for—cock. I dropped to my knees to suck the both of them, and I did, swallowing every drop of their come and savoring the taste. I expected to be fucked then, but Mike had me lie on the bed and proceeded to go down on me. I spasmed and had a series of mini-orgasms as my clit was licked and nibbled.
But Dave was impatient to fuck me, and soon both of them were giving me the down and dirty sex I hungered for. I had Dave lie back as I mounted his big stiff prick. Then, looking over my shoulder at Mike, I said, “You too.” He lubed himself up and worked himself into my ass, and within minutes we’d established a fucking rhythm.
I really got into taking on their cocks, and I sucked and fucked wildly as they came on me and in me. After a while Mike was fucked out, and sat down in a chair, watching me take Dave up my ass as I lay prone across the bed. I was in seventh heaven with a hard cock buried in my ass. I watched Mike trying to get it up again, but he couldn’t. Then after a while Dave couldn’t either. But I wasn’t ready to stop. I was fixated on cock and I needed more. I was a bitch in heat, and I didn’t care what the guys thought of me. I saw that they were bewildered and maybe a little frightened by my intensity, which probably didn’t help in their efforts to get themselves up.
The ringing of the telephone startled us. Mike answered it, and after listening for a moment he turned to me and asked, “Is your name Ann?”
“No!” I said, and grabbed the phone from his hand. I knew it had to be the guys from before. “How did you know I was here?” I said into the phone.
“Somebody at the suite said he saw you leaving with the bartender,” a male voice said. “Sorry we missed you, Ann. Can we come up and party?”
“Yes,” I said, and hung up the phone.
I took a quick shower and was wrapped in a towel when the knock came at the door. Dave opened it to admit the four men.
Nobody bothered with greetings. I dropped my towel as the men stripped naked. They were obviously as turned on as I was. In a minute I had four hard cocks coming at me. One of the men grinned and said, “Ann, you shaved your cunt.”
“I’m not Ann and you know it,” I said. The man just laughed and lay down on the bed, telling me to get up there and ride his hard cock. I mounted him and took his big dick inside me. He grabbed my butt and pulled me all the way down. The other men gathered around. “You’re gonna get all the cock you want tonight, baby,” one of them said. I could only hope he was right.
The man on the bed had fantastic stamina, and kept his hard cock inside me as I sucked the other three guys in turn. Then one of them got behind me and took me in the ass. I was taking on three cocks at once, and I loved it.
I sucked dick and rode cock and got butt-fucked for as long as those men lasted, taking two or three at a time, or sometimes just one as they continually switched around, finally experiencing nearly continuous orgasms as one cock was replaced by another.
Finally they had to take a break, and I went to take another shower. I couldn’t believe it when I came back and saw two new guys there, already naked. I heard Dave telling them that this fucking nymphomaniac had taken on half a dozen guys already.
I knew I should protest, but I could feel my juices flowing again already. One of the new guys sat down on the bed and told me to get my pretty little ass down there so he could fuck me. How could I say no?
I lay down and spread my legs for him, exposing my well-fucked, sperm-saturated cunt for his pleasure, and mine. He got on top of me and was soon fucking away. His friend straddled my head and stuck his dick in my mouth. I felt myself coming again.
An hour later all the guys were gone except Dave and Mike. Dave helped me get dressed, and as I was leaving he rather sheepishly called my attention to an ice bucket on the dresser. It was full of 20- and 50-dollar bills that the men had left for me.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I told Dave to keep the money for his college expenses. I may be a fucking nymphomaniac, but I’m not a whore.
—Name and address withheld