I had a fitful night's sleep on Thursday, and on Friday, I was so anxious and nervous that I almost couldn't work. Friday night, I went to the corner bar with my friends. They wondered what was up with me. I was fidgety, nervous, and very distracted. My friends knew me and knew something was up.
"Maddie, are you OK? I've never seen you like this," my friend Areial said.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine," I answered defensively.
"OK, if you say so," Areial offered.
I talked with Martin every day, primarily by text. He texted me a screenshot of his phone early in the morning after our night out at the bar. I saw he had fifty-five messages from men wanting to attend my party on Saturday night. My inner thighs tingled, but my mind was very fearful. How could I have agreed to do this? Martin had chosen twelve men for the first time but said I might have to hold larger parties to accommodate more men as the list grew.
I was with my girlfriends at our table when the manager approached and addressed me.
"Hi Maddie, that's some party your friend is planning. Don't worry, though; I always have bouncers here for your security," He told me, smiling.
With that, he walked away, my girlfriends all eyeing me suspiciously.
"What's that all about Maddie? What friend, and why would you need security?" My friends probed.
"Umm, well, a guy I know is having a party here, but I'm not even invited," I said, as confused as my friends were.
I wasn't sure if they believed me, but they knew I didn't date much and never got picked up at the bar. While the girls talked, I wondered what the bar manager was thinking when he approached me. Finally, I felt the manager thought Martin was probably hiring me to be the dancer because I was at the bar with him that night. That made perfect sense to me. A while later, I decided to excuse myself and head home. I had a big night tomorrow and needed some sleep.
"I'm taking off, ladies,: I announced.
"No, Maddie, stay," I was told as I got up.
As I walked out, the bouncer at the door said good night and winked at me. He had seen me there dozens of times and never acknowledged me before. Before I got home, I texted Martin and asked what to wear to the party. He texted back." wear something sexy and that you'd like to dance in. When I got home, I looked in my closet and saw nothing sexy. I did have a ruffled skirt, but it was too long and didn't show much leg, so I decided to hem it and make it much shorter.
I also found a white tube top that I bought a while ago, but when I tried it on, I was horrified because my tits and overly puffy nipples were visible. I went to my sewing machine and made a short skirt within a couple of hours. It just covered my charms, and the bottom of my butt cheeks showed. I tried the outfit on, and I shocked myself. I looked like a total slut in the outfit, and there was no way I could wear this out in public.
I stripped, went to bed, and had a restless night. I woke Saturday morning, made coffee, and texted Martin, telling him I had an outfit but wasn't sure if it was appropriate. He told me to model it and take a picture. I did as he requested, and he sent back a screenshot of fifty thumbs up, approving the outfit.
I was alarmed that he had so many responses, so I texted him to express my concern. Martin informed me that over one hundred men responded to his blog, and more men joined it daily. I asked him if I was going to meet all these men. He answered yes, and he was working out the schedule. I swallowed hard, reading his response. I'd only slept with a few men before the train ride, and now I'd be sleeping with over one hundred. I thought Martin and I were going to have to talk about this.
My day flew by. I went shopping and bought a new perfume and shoes and got my hair and nails done, which I don't usually do. I returned home and bathed; it was already after five o'clock, and I was supposed to arrive at eight o'clock. I was filled with nervous excitement, which soon turned to all-out terror. Several times during the day, I had the message "Sorry Martin, I'm too scared to do this" typed into a text to him, but I didn't send it. I swallowed hard and left my apartment at seven-fifteen; I began to walk to the hotel, and I needed to burn off my nervous energy. I wore a shale to cover my boobs, and I arrived at the hotel just in time. The man at the front desk eyed me warily as I passed through the lobby. My thighs tingled at the thought he would think I was a prostitute. My hand shook as I pushed the elevator button marked Presidential Suite.
The elevator door opened to a small foyer with one door held open by the deadbolt. I slowly opened the door and peeked my head in. I heard men talking and laughing, but I couldn't see anyone. The hall opened into a massive living room and kitchen area, where a large group of men stood around drinking and talking. A large bar had been set up with trays of food and snacks. They all wore white golf shirts and tan shorts. On the shirt was the Marine logo, their name, and under that, a number. I was so nervous. I had taken some Xanax before I left my house, but it wasn't helping me much. I grabbed a deep breath and stepped into the living room. Men saw me and stopped talking. Suddenly, the room was quiet as the men sized me up.
"Look at the legs on that girl," one man offered.
"I can't wait to see where they end," another man quipped, and the group laughed.
I spotted Martin, and he came over and kissed me.
"Gentlemen, may I introduce you to Madilyn, our host for this evening's festivities," Martin said boldly.
"You look good enough to eat," Martin whispered.
He led me into the room and took my shale, and I felt the room visually undressing me. Martin took me around, introduced me to everyone, and handed me a glass of wine, which I polished in two sips. One of the gentlemen kindly refilled it. Someone refilled my wine every few minutes, and I did shots of schnaps with random men and tequila shots with others. As I was introduced to the men, my eyes fixated on the numbers on their shirts, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and two twelves. I became very nervous.
"Excuse me, sir, but what does the number on your shirt mean?" I asked cluelessly.
"The man leaned in and whispered, "That number tells you the size of our cock,"
"Oh my God," I shrieked.
I was too nervous to eat during the day, so the alcohol was going right to my head. I was certainly feeling no pain, but inside I was trembling. The men were very gracious, telling me how beautiful I was to the point I began blushing. Martin continued to parade me around while I looked around the massive and beautiful hotel suite.
When I had to pee, Martin directed me to the master bedroom suite, which was enormous and beautiful. Then I saw the very large four-poster bed in the middle of the room, stripped of everything but the bottom sheet and a large pile of pillows—a pile of towels and what looked like lubricant on the nightstands. I returned to the living room, where they had music playing now.
"That's some setup in the bedroom," I told Martin.
"Yes, you'll make good use of it tonight," He replied.
"When are we going to start?" I asked nervously.
"Soon, here, take these. They'll help you relax," He said, handing me three pills.
"What are they?" I asked, looking at them.
"Just something to make you relax," he replied.
I swallowed them with my wine, and a man came over and asked me to dance. We walked into the middle of the group and started dancing. I was passed off from man to man and danced. The men twirling me around, I knew my pussy was showing, but that was the point of my dress. I was flying now, I felt sexy and horny now, and slowly, I began to turn gyrating my hips. The men gathered around and watched me. I closed my eyes and had a strange feeling come over me. I could hear the men talking about me as I danced. Martin handed me a cup of liquor, and I chugged it for the men's approval. It was tequila, and another cup was given to me, and then a third each time I downed it. Within minutes, the room was spinning, and a warmth came over me, and I felt a strong urge to act naughty.
I found the zipper on my skirt and pulled it down. It dropped to the floor, and I stepped out of it. The men stared at my freshly shaven pussy. I turned, spread my legs, and bent over, pulling my butt cheeks apart and giving them a good look at my party zone. I had no idea what was coming over me.
The men filed into the bedroom, some naked already, some in their boxers. The first thing I noticed was that their cocks were larger than anything I had ever seen before. I looked on in horror as eight, nine, and ten-inch cocks filled the room.
"What the fuck," I sighed.
But the worst was yet to come. Two men stepped to the bed. Their cocks were over twelve inches long and thicker than I could handle. I was pushed to my knees, and the men circled me; I stroked, kissed, and sucked each cock as I crawled around on the floor. I was sucking a cock and stroking two others as the party had begun. I was on my knees for a while sucking their cocks, when they lifted me up and led me to the bed.
I started to move back on the bed as the first two men climbed on, sporting a pair of fat eight-inch cocks, that were so hard they appeared to be glued to their bellies.
One man grabbed my ankles and pulled me down to the edge of the bed, letting my legs dangle off the edge. The other man slid his belly next to my chin, the tip of his cock sticking into my chin.
"Hi, baby, ready to suck some cock?" He asked, smiling.
I shook my head yes as he slid the fat head of his cock into my mouth. On the other end, the man had picked up my legs, spread them out, placed my feet on the bed, and pushed my knees apart till they were on the bed. I was splade open like a chicken, my pussy and asshole hanging just off the mattress.
"OK, baby, let's get this fucking party started," he said, smiling at me.
The head of his cock was lodged in the opening of my sloppy wet fuckhole, and it offered some resistance.
"Umm, umm, Umm I cried as the cock barreled into pussy, stretching the wall out.
"Umm, umm," I moaned as he drove deeper.
I could feel my pussy contracting on the man's cock, grabbing it and holding on to it for dear life. I tried to close my knees to stop the assault, but he pressed them back to the bed and held them. I was gently being face fucked, but his cock was consistently probing deeper into my throat, and I thought my gag reflex would kick in soon. My pussy was being pummeled, my pussy's lining being pulled inside out. I felt at that moment that I'd never survive the night. As horny as I was for cock, they were too big, it was happening too fast, and there were way too many of them.
I looked at the men, and they were all watching me fuck, stroking their cocks, waiting for their turn, it was making me so hot. I could taste cum, and thankfully I felt the man in my mouth was about to cum. The head of his cock was lodged in my throat when his balls exploded, I gagged on his cum at first, but I was able to swallow all of it, and there was a lot of it.
"Um, um, um," I moaned as a pleaser overtook me.
His cum tasted good, which made me want every drop. Like a good cum slut I cleaned his cock off, and he left the bed, replaced by an even bigger ten-inch cock.
"Holy fuck, you've got to be kidding," I said before the head of the cock was slid into my slimy cum filled mouth.
This man took no time finding my throat, his belly touching my bright red lips, and my gag reflex tamed. I felt my hips pumping the cock inside my pussy, and I concentrated on that. It was now feeling good, and I could feel an orgasm building. I fucked him harder and was rewarded with an earth-shattering orgasm.
"Umm, Umm, Umm, I moaned as I came, my body shaking underneath the weight of it. The man fucking me had reached the end of his journey and began filling my tight pussy with his thick, potent sperm…
"Oh, fuck yeah, fuck it, that pussy is tight," He announced to the room.
But all the time, my eyes were on the men with the twelve-inch cocks. Their cocks just got harder and bigger every time I looked at them. I was out of control horny whatever Martin had given me was turning me into a cock crazed whore. I wanted cock and a lot of it. Although the next cock was bigger, it felt good inside me, I think I was stretching out. Both cocks were reaching places that had never been filled before, and I was sweating and breathing out of my nose until the cock occupying my throat was pulled out a way.
I could taste cum already, and I knew another load would be delivered shortly. I felt another orgasm building, driven by the long fat cock plowing into my pussy, which was glued to his shaft. Cum shot into my throat, and I fought to gather it up to swallow. When I reached the top of the mountain, I crashed over the edge and into an intense orgasm. The man fucking me, watching me squirm lost it, and sperm filled my stuffed fuck hole.
"Oh, oh, fuck, yeah," The man moaned, and his balls emptied into me.
I was crazed, a wild woman, fucking, sucking, and now I was having rolling orgasms, something I'd never experienced before. Man after man climbed on the bed to use me, and this is who I had become. I loved the feeling of strange men and strange cock filling me. This is how I wanted sex from now on. As the cocks got larger, I was getting sore in my position and wanted to change. The men had me get on my hands and knees, and I continued frantically fucking and sucking. As the hours passed, I serviced the men two at a time under Martin's watchful eyes. At last, the only two men left were the men with the foot-long cocks. I was beginning to get sore, sweaty, and still horny, and I was about to get my first twelve-inch cocks in my cunt, and mouth.
Everyone gathered and watched, and Martin filmed my exploits as the hard cock slipped into my fuck slot and began to push into me. The lips of my pussy were forced out of the way as the tip of the enormous cock sought to enter my bright pink snatch. My eyes widened as the walls of my pussy began to stretch to accommodate the massive cock.
"Oh, holy fuck is that thing big," I cried.
The head of his cock slid inch by inch inside my tiny cunt. The man took his time with me, and over the next few minutes, he managed to get nine inches of his bone into my quivering snatch.
"Oh fuck is my pussy full," I moaned.
I looked for the other monster cock to suck, and he crawled onto the bed and presented it to my mouth. I was licking and kissing the beautiful cock when the man fucking me barreled thru my cervix and into my womb. My back arched, and I felt the air go out of my lungs as I saw spots in my eyes.
" AH, AH, AH," I screamed in uncontrollable pain, I screamed.
I was held by the hips to keep me from crawling away, and the footlong cock was again presented to my mouth.to my lips.
"Um, Um, Um, "I moaned in pain as my lips wrapped around the nightmarishly long and fat cock.
The cock in my pussy had hit bottom. It hurt like hell, but he rested a while as my pussy clung to his cock and throbbed in pain. The pain eventually began to subside after a few minutes, I had an ache deep inside, and my body began to rock, as he began to fuck me deep and hard. Looking between my legs, I could see the outline of his cock in my belly, sliding in and out.
"Oh fuck, it's in my baby maker," I screamed in disbelief.
I forced the massive cock into my mouth and drove it into my throat, I still needed to get three inches in, and I was determined to take it all. I couldn't begin to imagine how much cum his enormous sack held. I was about to find out. I pulled back a few inches and slammed down on it again. My throat opened, and the long sword disappeared into my throat. The man gasped, seeing the outline of the cock in my throat as he began to fuck my skull. My pussy was getting pounded un-mercifully as his large sack of balls slapped me in the stomach. My body rocked back and forth as the men watched my cunt and throat getting destroyed.
"Look at her fuck that thing," Someone exclaimed.
It seemed like an eternity before the man moaned,
"Oh, shit, fuck yes,"
I felt his cock jerk as he jammed it into me to the hilt, and I lost my shit.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," I moaned in pleasure.
The cock in my throat jerked, and a tidal wave of sperm splashed down my throat and into my stomach as my nostrils flared, searching for air. All three of us were losing it.
I could feel his baby batter shooting into me as his massive cock throbbed. We collapsed onto the bed, panting like dogs in heat. I could make out men commenting on the fucking I just got. The massive cock withdrew from my steamy twat, and a man climbed on the bed and instructed me to straddle him.
"I think that's probably good for tonight," I uttered deliriously.
The man put his cock in my pussy, and I felt my butt cheeks being spread.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not with these cocks; you're way too big for my butt," I pleaded, coming to my senses.
I felt the cold tube of lube enter my bunghole and start filling me.
"Guys, really, you're all way too big for this," I tried to reason.
I felt the bed move behind me, and I knew my pleas were going unanswered. I felt the fat head of a cock press into my tight rosebud, and the combination of the lube and the pressure from the cock was too much. My tightly furled bunghole began to open and give way.
"Agh, fuck, it's ripping me open," I screamed as I stretched out on the bed, and my head rested on the other man's chest, my ass sticking straight into the air.
It only took three pushes, and the man had buried his oversized organ in my bowels.
"Oh, Oh, please take it out. It's too big", I cried.
He began to fuck my ass. My body rocked back and forth as their cocks hammered my bunghole and sore, sloppy pussy. I moaned loudly as the cock pulled the lining of my anus out every time he pulled back. I was fucked for what seemed like an eternity until he finally filled my ass with sperm and pulled out.
"No more, no more," I begged.
The eleven-inch took his place behind me, my rosebud offering no resistance as he piled inside me.
"Ah, ah, fuck, stop, please," I cried.
My body rocked as the cock sank to depths that cocks had never reached.
"Oh, oh, oh, easy," I cried.
The man had set a rhythm making sure my ass was filled with every inch of his cock; my body rocked as his balls brushed against my belly, swinging freely between my legs.
"Umm, Umm, Umm," I moaned as I felt a warmth growing in my bowels.
The men grunted and moaned as they continued to pound my defenseless bunghole and snatch.
"Yeah, yeah, do it, do it fuck me all night," I wailed.
That was all they could take, my anal partner slapped my ass, and his balls emptied into me.
"Yeah, yeah fuck, I'm coming too," I squealed as my body shook.
The man buried in my twat had no choice but to deliver his payload.
"Oh, oh, fuck me," He cried as he unloaded his baby batter deep into my belly.
The men recovered and crawled off the bed, and three men joined me, ready for more.
"Martin, please," I pleaded for it to end.
Again, I straddled a man, and one took up behind me, their cocks finding homes in my steamy party zone. They were tired of hearing me complain, so the third man shoved his cock in my mouth, and the three men set out fucking me. The room was silent except for my soft moans as the glistening cocks were worked in and out of my body. All eyes were on me as I was gangbanged. I looked at the expression on each man's face. Most still stroked their hard cocks signaling a long night ahead from already overworked holes. The man fucking my face quickly and silently nutted in my mouth, and I hungrily ate it. His retreat was an opportunity for another hard cock to find a soft hole in my body to occupy. As one man would cum, another took his place, my body quivering and shaking under the weight of rolling orgasms. I was like a ragdoll now flipped and tossed into any position the men wanted. As the night grew later, I began to black out from time to time, always being awakened by the rocking of my body being fucked or my position being changed.
And then it was time for the climax of the evening. The two men with the twelve in cocks crawled on the bed and positioned me to fuck them, but this time I lay belly up. The head of his cock lodged in my bunghole while the other man's cock took up residency in my snatch.
"No, no, not both at once, I pleaded.
A man with an eleven-inch cock joined them and slipped it into my mouth, and the finally started. The men drove their cocks into with short hard thrusts.
"Ummm," I moaned as my belly and bowels were roughly filled with hard cock. The men set out jack-hammering their cocks into me, each one finishing balls deep. My body twitched and jerked as the assault on my orifices continued, the outline of their cocks in my throat and belly on display for the men. I was too exhausted to cum again.
"Umm, Umm," I moaned in protest.
I was fucked savagely before I passed out. Coming to before the men shot their sperm into me, to the roar of the crowd. The spent men left the bed, and the group returned to the living room to party while I lay in a crumbled cum filled mess. I looked out the hotel window, my body aching but strangely satisfied. Martin wanted to shower me, but I was too weak to get off the bed.
"Wow, Maddie, you put on one fucking show tonight," Martin told me.
"So I did good? Were the guys happy with how I fucked?" I whispered through a very sore throat.
"Yeah, baby, you were a rock star. You took everything they gave you like a champ," Martin said, kissing my head and covering me up.
I woke the next morning to the hotel phone ringing me with a wake-up call. My head was pounding, my throat on fire, and my pussy and ass burned. I looked at my phone. It was eleven o'clock, and there was a text from Martin. He told me to order room service, as it was included with the suite. I called and ordered breakfast and then slowly made my way to the bathroom to survey the damage to my body. My pussy was swollen shut, and my tight little rosebud was stretched way out of proportion, and my whole body ached. I made my way to the shower and cleaned up, putting on a big, fluffy white robe that the suite provided. I went out into the sitting area of the suite before opening the patio door and sitting on the deck. I was sitting above the city, nobody near me, I don't know why, but I stood up and took off my robe, sitting down naked and putting my feet on the rail before spreading my legs apart.
The sun baked my pussy which felt terrific, and my puffy nipples got hard being teased by the warm breeze. I felt a stirring in my loins. I was getting wet, I reached down to touch my pussy, but it was so sore my finger re-treated. I heard a knock on the door, "Ah, breakfast," I thought. I got up, grabbed my robe, and started to put it on, then stopped. I put it back on the chair and walked naked to the door, throwing it open. The porter's eyes opened wide as he looked at a naked woman standing in front of him.
"Come in," I said hoarsely.
"Um, yes, mame, uh, room service," The surprised man said.
"Great, just put it on the table," I choked out.
The porter handed me the charge slip, I added his tip and signed it.
The man looked at me for a moment.
Um, is there anything else I can do for you today, miss?" He asked, staring at my pussy.
"No, perhaps another time, I'm too sore from last night, I blurted out.
The man looked dazed as he left, and I covered my mouth, not believing what I had said to him. I called Martin and told him what I had done.
"Why you little slut you," Martin laughed.
"I know, right," I said excitedly.
I told Martin that while there may have been too many guys, and their cocks were way too large, that's how I wanted sex from now on. He told me not to make plans for next Saturday night; he had something special planned for me.
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