“Baby Girl,” he murmurs, confirming my suspicion. “Look how pretty you came for them, and now you will come for me and then Kingston. Won’t you?” he growls, gripping my hips to hold me still when I would have thrusted back to impale myself.
“Hell yes,” I reply, stretching my hands on the carpet before me as I wiggle my ass in his hold, begging for more. “In fact, why not fuck me at the same time?” I murmur. “With Damon in my mouth?” I purr, lifting my head and meeting Damon’s gaze. He’s still seated, but he’s lost his pants and is stroking his cock leisurely as he watches us.
“Is that what you want, Baby Girl, all your holes filled? Your tight little ass fucked as we take your pussy and mouth, filling you up again and again?” Blake snarls.
“I think it is,” Damon murmurs. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He grins and leans forward, stopping his strokes on his cock. “Do you want me in your ass or mouth?”
Jesus, my eyes nearly cross at the idea of them all at the same time. Having all their attention on my body might just kill me. I take too long to answer, however, and Blake punishes me, his hand coming down on my ass again and again before he slaps my pussy, spanking it, hitting my clit, making me cry out as I fall forward. He chuckles as he rubs in the sting, and I gasp out my words.
“Ass,” I beg.
“And me in your mouth?” Kingston asks, stepping before me. I have to roll my eyes up to meet his as he grins at me. “Think you can swallow all of this?” he questions, gripping his huge cock.
“With ease.”
“Good girl. You’re going to lie on my chest then, Baby Girl, with my cock in your pussy, Damon’s in your ass, and Kingston’s monster in your mouth,” Blake growls and spanks my ass again. “Stay like that, don’t move.”
I do as I’m told, and a moment later, he lies next to me. Damon stands and helps move me over so I’m perched across Blake. His arms wrap around me, holding me against him as I feel Damon behind me, his cock dragging along my slit before he thrusts into me with slow, sure, lazy movements before he pulls out. He slides the head of his now drenched cock up my ass as he parts my cheeks.
I relax as I feel his cock press to my hole and gradually start to push in. He works in slowly, past my muscles, until he’s halfway. Then he pulls out and drives back in, each thrust filling my ass until, on the fourth one, he’s all the way in. My eyes close in bliss at how full I am, but that’s nothing compared to when Blake lifts me slightly, and in one, hard thrust, fills my pussy.
I moan and writhe. It’s too much. I’m too full, stretched around their giant cocks. Their hands hold me still, but I have to get this out, so I turn my head and bite down on Blake’s arm, making him grunt and thrust upwards in punishment, spearing me onto Damon’s cock.
“Kingston, fill her naughty little mouth. She clearly needs it,” he snarls.
I whimper as Kingston kneels next to me and presses his cock against my lips, painting them with the pre-cum beaded at the tip. Damon moves, shifting in my ass, stretching me further and jiggling me on Blake’s cock. I gasp, and while my mouth is open, Kingston pushes inside with a smooth, soft thrust. He barely fills my mouth before he pulls out, his hand stroking along my hair lovingly.
My giant stripper is the most tender of all my lovers, even with the cock that nearly splits me in two.
Blake starts to move while Kingston fucks my mouth, thrusting into me as Damon pulls out. They work together to keep me constantly on edge, bordering between too much and just enough. The fullness makes me wild as I scratch at Blake and suck Kingston desperately.
I’ve come three times already, yet I know I can again.
They find a rhythm easily, one in, one out. Again and again. I feel the others watching us, and when my eyes roam around, I see Liam’s hand wrapped around Leo’s cock, stroking him as he strokes Liam. But their eyes are on me, concentrating fully on me.
Oh, fuck.
“Fuck, Baby Girl,” Blake growls. “Your pussy drives me insane. We should start a fucking church dedicated to it.”
Whimpering around Kingston’s cock, I feel their hips stutter for a moment before they speed up. I know they’re close, but so am I. Kingston fills my mouth again, all the way down my throat, and comes with a groan, stuffing it until I don’t even have to swallow, it just shoots down my throat.
He pulls out and pushes in once more before falling back to his ass, watching me. Damon slaps my ass, again and again, the sting causing me to cry out and clamp around them. Blake locks me to him, slamming in and out of my pussy.
Damon’s hand snakes down and pinches my clit, hard, and it sends me screaming into another orgasm. One that rolls through me with such force, I almost black out, unsure what’s happening but feeling them pound into my body before, one by one, they both still, filling me with their releases.
Blinking, I try to clear the stars across my vision as the waves of pleasure finally recede but don’t stop completely. I hang my head, pressing it to Blake’s chest, hearing the pounding of his heart which matches mine.
Damon drapes across my back, kissing along my spine before he pulls free of my ass, making me whimper. I remain impaled on Blake’s softening cock, unable to move, and the others lie down around us.
We all collapse in a pile, a pile of sweaty, satisfied strippers.
“We should rename this the Bang Bus,” Liam jokes, making us all grin, even as we reach over to smack him.
With my trusty clipboard under one arm, I stroll through the backstage area of tonight’s venue, smiling at the crew as I pass them. I feel lighter than I have since Mark’s death, but then I guess an orgy and four orgasms will do that to a girl. There’s a skip in my step and a twinkle in my eye. Even the guys seem to be dancing better tonight, if that’s possible.
After we all collapsed on the floor of the tour bus and recovered, we cleaned ourselves up and did one of my favourite things. We climbed onto one of the beds and cuddled up in a giant pile of strippers. An arm here, a foot there, someone’s back pressed against mine, it didn’t matter, as long as we were all touching. It settled something inside me and somehow felt more intimate than sex. We didn’t say much, we didn’t need to, being there together was enough. I’m sure at some point I fell asleep, since Kingston’s gentle hand on my shoulder brought me back into full consciousness, and I had to sneakily wipe drool from my face.
Once the guys all got up, they had to go and get ready for the show. Thankfully, I’d been organised before the impromptu orgy, and when I left the guys to check on the crew, I found that everything was going according to plan.
Tonight’s venue is no different from the others, but the atmosphere is electric. Glancing down at my clipboard again, I see that we’ve got four different hen parties in, and I can’t stop my grin. The guys are going to have their hands full. The show has just started, and I stop in the wings to catch the end of the first dance. It’s a group number with all six of them, the lights shining down on their glistening bodies, and even fully clothed, the observing ladies are already screaming for them. The music is pounding, I can almost feel it in my blood, my heart thumping with the rhythm, and when one of the guys steps forward and does a body roll, I can’t help but gasp. Even though I knew it was coming, my desire spikes as I watch him move.