Ana Fox was a gorgeous, sexy, fit, and exotic-looking eleven-on-ten. A deep ebony beauty with a tight, athletic body, stunning good looks, sly oriental eyes, and the juiciest lips just perfect for sucking on a stiff dick. Her backside was her best feature, sticking out behind her like a ripe peach. Her perky tits were to die for and they complimented every other curve of her gorgeous figure. She uncovered her inner slut while in college and never looked back. Always on the hunt for bigger dicks at first, she cooled off when she got married to art curator, Robert Jacobson. He probably never expected it but he had just wed a veritable fuck-kitten.
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"Come on, you deserve some good sex. Sex with no ties, and with as many like-minded partners as you can handle."
It had taken a month of contemplation and soul-searching for Ana to come around to the idea of sleeping with others. Beverley Dawson and she had discussed the loft idea and it was tempting to use it for her own. infidelity.
"Did your husband's adultery make you mad? Or vengeful?"
"I was upset when Robert told me he'd had an affair with one of the art students. But I wasn't angry. Perhaps it was because it had been with some pouting nineteen-year-old bit of fluff. He said he wasn't about to break up the marriage and that it had been just a one-off. I think he was more upset than I was."
"Why?"
"I suddenly realised that we still had feelings for each other but that the sex didn't trip our triggers anymore. Truth be told he couldn't keep up with me."
"Did his affair give you carte blanche to play away?"
"Yes. I think I had a certain epiphany right there and then. I just turned thirty and consider myself still attractive and hot. I've no intention of doing anything to harm my marriage but I came to see that our sex life had been extremely ordinary. Now, I want to live it up a little. I want men to love me. Have me. Do what they want with me. And the more of them all the better."
"Welcome to the club, babe. Do you want dick? Then you shall have."
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Many women fantasise about being in a gangbang. The thought of having several guys fucking them simultaneously or one after another, is a big turn-on. Of course, those fantasies are never fulfilled. They are just dreams one conjures up now and again. In the case of Ana, she very much wanted to live out her fanciful notion. In fact, these are notoriously difficult events to organize so having the loft was a big bonus.
On the Sunday in question, Ana duly turned up in Soho looking her usual glamourous self in a square-necked mini dress in ivory white. Her long flowing seductive black hair fanned out, and her sensual lips were red and pouting in her ever-present passion. She gave off the impression that she was a right little slut, willing and able to fuck anyone who is horny and hard enough for her marvelously proportioned body. She was aware that many a man had desired her body, but she had resisted all advances due to her loyalty to Robert. Ana found that being the center of attention is both terribly exciting and daunting at the same time. Being used to satisfy several guys at once gave her a huge rush to the loins. There would be no time to rest as every guy would be all over her like a rash.
She relaxed in the well-lit room and helped herself to the bottle of chardonnay kindly left by Beverley. The now wealthy hostess and architect of the whole idea of controlled infidelity had upgraded the room to give off a completely feminine feel. There was the rose-patterned carpet and numerous Tiffany table lamps. Glancing to her left, Ana noted the high-framed king-size bed with shocking pink satin sheets and frilly-edged pillows. The room also smelled feminine with a sweet scent of evocative bergamot and amber from the several diffusers.
The long list of male escorts Beverley had presented Ana with had largely been drawn from a seemingly endless network. The list included a brief profile of each of the men including a portrait and topless photo. After a week of deliberating over their profiles, Ana went with four of the tallest. This was Bjorn, a Swedish fellow with straw-coloured hair. Terry was a handsome-looking chap with those come-to-bed eyes she had always liked in a man. Steve was in his twenties and had a slim build and long shanks.
As for Charles, he looked the most athletic and apparently loved to work out every other day. Again oddly, she felt no guilt about her upcoming tryst. She was able to put her proposed affair out of her mind. She concluded that it wasn't just the sex that was the prime excitement, but additionally, it was the anonymity. Having illicit sex in a loft in London made it so deliciously wanton and thrilling for her as well. The guys were almost thirty minutes late and for a moment the initial excitement dulled. But then there they were bustling into the main room and hugging her hello.
"Apologies for our tardiness. But we made it."
Ana smiled at all four. She was in the moment. And in the moment, the attention felt nice. They were all as good as their photographs. In the flesh, they were all flirty and charming. They chatted and they made Ana laugh. She almost forgot why they were up there until Bjorn interrupted the flow. His arm wrapped around her back, pulling her in tighter. She adjusted herself so she could relax into him a little more. She was vaguely aware of his hand on her bum and just that little touch got the ball rolling.
She just wanted her whole body to melt away. To be swept up and taken. Charles let his hands wander underneath her bosom, feeling her boobs and flanks. This felt so nice having someone touching her. His fingertips glided up her sides and over her right breast. Ana let out a deep breath as his fingers teased her breast through her dress. The other two seemed to be preoccupied as Ana was sandwiched by Charles and Bjorn.
"This feels nice. Your cock is so big and hard, she said with a silky voice. "I can't wait to have it inside my tight pussy."
Even as she spoke it seemed as if it were not her mouthing the words, she was so brazen. They kissed as she caressed his bulge. From behind her, Charles unzipped her dress and lowered the top so that he could cup her tits over her white bra. As her dress slithered to her high heels, Bjorn placed his large hand over her mound and squeezed. Ana sighed and her long legs scissored as she welcomed the resulting tingle in her loins. She kissed Bjorn hard on the mouth and melted into his arms and her tits crushed into his solid wall of a chest. Her kiss changed into a moan of delight as Charles let his fingers slip inside her panties to feel the ridge of her pussy from behind.
Sandwiched between the two virile men Jen swayed her hips as her pussy pulsed and leaked fluids. They were both turned on and their huge erections throbbed enticingly against her. Ana draped her arms around Bjorn as two fingers were buried in her slick channel. All three moved in a sensuous rotation and she cried out with a throaty sound of approval. Ana stared Bjorn in the eyes and boldly put her hand on the front of his trousers. She kneaded and stroked his crotch feeling his erect cock beneath the thin material. Steve and Terry had undressed at this point and the other two made way.
"Well, hello," she purred as she eyed up their fine naked bodies.
As they stood to attention with arms folded, Ana circled them, running her fingertips over their chest and flexed biceps, and teasing their rock-hard bum cheeks. She squeezed their stiff dicks and nodded in approval. She knelt in front of Steve and started to lick along the side of his cock and then down the other side. Slowly, her lips snapped over the spongy tip and she dribbled as she gave his glans baby sucks. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked into Terry's face and saw him watching her ruby lips on his friend's knob.
With the two standing side by side, their upstanding dicks looked hard and desirable. She gripped each in both hands and jerked the off, occasionally pausing to suck on one. Her pussy started to tingle, as she managed to take several inches of Terry into her mouth. She began to suck on him with audible slobbers and gulps which added to the moment. She felt Steve's cock pulsate in her fist as she wanked him off.
"Over here."
Ana moved to Charles and grabbed his crotch as she slowly knelt before him. His impressive dick stuck straight out and fully erect. He had a nice thick cock about eight inches long and Ana was giddy with excitement she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She pursed glossy fulsome wet lips around the head of his man meat and let it pop inside. Once she had Charles's cock firmly in her mouth she reached out with her other hand to grasp Bjorn's rather meaty cock. She stroked his shaft while she continued vigorously sucking Charles' thick cock. She had now treated herself to all four of them and her pussy ached for attention. Ana got up from her kneeling position and looked at them.
"Isn't it about time to move this show into the bedroom?"
They murmured and nodded and Ana led the way into the bedroom. All four followed, stroking their cocks to keep them nice and hard. She stood before them and unhooked her bra, unveiling her gravity-defying perky tits. The five-foot-seven-inch tall stunner plus four-inch heels tugged her white panties down and then tossed them aside. Now naked in just her heels, the four studs let out a collective gasp as they drank in her luscious body.
The dark-skinned young woman was a vision of beauty with flawless skin, a tight figure, and an ass like a ripe plum. Her breasts had pointy nipples that were erect and hard surrounded by mocha coloured areolas. Between her closed thighs sat her prominent pussy mound that rose out from a visible V that ran from her narrow hipbones to the bottom of her trimmed pubic area. Her lush rounded bottom had dimpled clefts above both cheeks which lifted up and out. She looked down the line at the array of cocks awaiting her and cupped her mound.
"Right, let's get to it."
Bjorn moved to one wall and held up a roll of some sort.
"What's that for?" she asked as he unrolled the three-inch thick rubber mattress out on the carpet.
It was three wide and six feet long once laid out flat.
"It's waterproof and doesn't soak things up," Steve told her as he patted it flat with a foot.
"What is it for?"
"You'll find out. Lay down on it On your front."
Curious, Ana laid down flat as Terry came closer with a small bottle. He knelt beside her as he opened the top.
"The best almond oil," he said pouring a good portion onto her back.
Some of it dribbled over my sides and onto the mattress, clearly illustrating its purpose. He smoothed the oil over her spine and rounded buttocks, and into the crease in between.
"We love this stuff, and I promise you will too."
Terry poured more oil onto the backs of her legs. smoothing it all over them. Ana closed her eyes as he skin turned an even darker shade of brown, and her body became more sticky and shiny.
"Turn over."
Ana spun over and Terry was joined by Charles. They both poured oil on her front smoothing and kneading her fine body together. Soon, she was lubed up all over. Her tits, belly, abdomen, and thighs.
"You look good enough to eat. Now us."
Ana propped herself up on her elbows and watched them all smear almond oil over their bodies. Her pussy leaked profusely and she frigged her slit as they massaged their chests, abs, and thighs. Their rampant cocks pulsed as they purposefully avoided their dicks.