Buttons: It takes One to start

Buttons: It takes one to start

Party:

Come on, it just takes one to start. All it takes is one to excite them. The first one will be the initial action of taking control. You won't get control unless you display your willingness to release that first one. With that first button released you'll have their complete attention. All I know is that I'm standing here deciding how I will meet this group of strangers expectations. I know I have to pop that first button.

I replayed the scenario over and over in my head, to help get past the uncomfortable position I had put myself in again. This is how I overcome my ability to become uninhibited. Standing in my white blouse, plaid pleated skirt, white ankle socks, and tennis shoes I recalled how I got here!

With a conservative upbringing and education, I was confused about why I needed this. Intelligent, pretty girl next door look, and coming from money I didn't have to do this. I could do anything and go anywhere for excitement.

Was it the sexual comments I'd garner from being the center of attention, or the second glances I constantly got but didn't acknowledge, especially from older men. Why did I pursue this type of attention? Did I ignore them because I was insecure, an introvert, or just stuck up? Didn't they understand that I'd get myself off thinking about them masturbating while they fantasized about me?

OK one, just one. I know I can and will do it. Starting with my hand resting on my tummy, I began to slowly inch higher. With my body quivering I was beginning to make my transition into the free, uninhibited, lusted female I wanted to demonstrate I could be for them.

Not conscience of the reaction I was soliciting when my hands encompassed my breasts and I began caressing them, their audible reaction startled me out of my trance. Instinctively I began swaying my hips as I attended to my hardened nipples for their enjoyment. Pinching and pulling them through my blouse elicited additional guttural reactions. Continuing to toy with them, I began to excite myself as I observed the reaction of my new found friends. I fought not to smile, but I couldn't keep a smirk of satisfaction from appearing. Deftly I finally undid that first button. Yes, finally it was freed from the stiff slot that was securing it.

The snug blouse pushed the material away exposing a sliver of my lace trimmed bra, and fleshy smoothness of my breasts. The reaction was positive, which was the confident acknowledgment I needed to proceed. Stretching my fingers higher, I plucked the next button open. Shaking my head in disbelief with a surprised expression of what I had done, they were buying into the innocence I was attempting to project.

Calculating silently to myself what this naughty girl was about to share with her audience, I gazed down at the cleavage that was becoming more apparent for their enjoyment. Placing the tip of my index finger to my lip, I continued to project my naivete, hesitating before continuing.

Waiting for additional encouragement, it came shortly in the form of compassionate cajoling for me to take my time and relax, but of course to continue. I fought hard not to laugh at their misplaced concern, as they were buying into my act so completely. I felt slightly guilty. Not really! This is how women control men.

Attempting to project my embarrassment, I shuffled nervously back and forth. Increasing my gait until I felt my nubile breasts beginning their subtle bounce and jiggle, I was pleased as I observed their gaze focusing on my babies. This time my smirk extended to a noticeable grin, which was a form of congratulating myself for the control and attention I was creating.

Interrupting my stroll, I faced my audience. Glancing down at the opening in my blouse, I starred at my creamy white mounds. Squatting I separated my knees enough to expose the white panties under the plaid skirt. Swaying my knees side to side, I was confident that I had everyone focused on my tender milky thighs. Teasing was my way of frustrating them, and entertaining myself .

Testing my theory that If I drew my audiences attention to a naughty gender exclusive area, no one would notice the task I was performing elsewhere. With their attention focused between my legs, the strategy worked flawlessly as I released all but one button.

Dropping to my knees I continued my perceived innocence with a nervous pout. Reaching back I purposely fumbled with my bra clip. In a meek hushed voice, I asked if someone would help? The Groom's friends, prodded him to assist. Reluctantly he approached.

On my knees his definitive bulge was inches from my face, which confirmed the affect my act was having on him. Bending at the waist he placed one hand on my shoulder to balance, then reached behind with the other to deftly unhook my bra. Curling my fingers on the waist band of his shorts, I looked up with my big brown eyes and thanked him, then complimented him on his expertise. This brought a juvenile jovial response from his friends around the room.

Emboldened by the atmosphere in the room, he curled his fingers around my neck, then began massaging it. The gentleness didn't last long, as he startled me when he started choking me before relocated his hand behind my neck to rub my face against his barely noticeable cock. Attempting to discourage his aggressiveness, I strained to turn my head to the side. With the additional contact created by my cheek against his groin, he let out a primal growl. I observed that only a minority of his friends thought it was funny. In an instant I decided to exploit the situation.

With an expression of helplessness, I solicited their sympathy by allowing a slight audible whimper to escape my lips. Adding saddened eyes, they reacted the way I hoped for, by admonishing the guest of honor for taking advantage of their innocent performer. "Take it easy" with her. She's doing the best she can."

Freed from his grasp, I stood and glanced down at loose bra cups tentatively concealing my breasts. To change the serious mood I playfully shrugged my shoulders, slipped my arms from the blouses sleeves, then clumsily slipped my bra straps past my elbows. I did this while continuing to conceal my breasts. Pulling my bra as slowly as possible away from my body, I tossed it in the direction of the group of gaping open mouth males.

The fullness of my breasts, pushed my blouse open. The gap widened to where it snagged on my stiffened nipples. With half of my slightly puffy areola exposed, I placed my hands on my hips, then swayed my body to the rhythmic sound of the music until my gyrations allowed the blouse's edges to gradually move to the outside swell of my supple breasts. With my bosoms exposed, I reveled in the excited expressions of approval on the onlookers faces. Observing a couple of them cupping their hands as they pantomimed fondling my mounds, and with approving comments about the distinctive puffy areola I possessed caused a broad smile to appear. At this point I was in the process of evaluating their level of excitement, in order to adjust my performance accordingly.

Abandoning the now aggravated groom Paul, who I had just made a fool of, I seductively moved toward the most Obnoxious looking attendee. When my legs contacted his knees he defensively locked them together. Leaning over I placed my hands on his thighs, then teased him enough to make him allow me to maneuver between them. When one of my knees contacting his groin, I leaned closer positioning my boobs inches front of his face. Requesting his assistance to slip the blouse off my shoulders, he froze in place.

As usual, the most demonstrative person turned out to be the most timid. He babbled something as he stared at my nipples inches from his face. Whispering I directed him to take my nipple between his teeth. With an expression of panic on his face I curtly dismissed him, causing the others to chide him about his lack of "Balls"!

Focusing on an older Balding guy whose belly had the consistency of jello, and was sweating and salivating as his eyes scanned my body, I approached as he extended his arms invitingly. Moving between his splayed legs I turned my back to him, bent at the waist, then jutted my ass toward his face. Dropping my butt to his lap, I instantly ground against his loins. Leaning back against him, I wondered what he would do with me in this vulnerable position.

With my body sinking into his flabby mid-section, it felt like his gut was encompassing me. Feeling his hot breath on my neck repulsed me, as he placed his hands around my waist while pushing his thumbs into the bottom swell of my breasts. This earned him a boisterous round of encouragement in the form of yelps and hoots from the others. Not expecting him to react so quickly, it was obvious that I excited him from the rapidly expanding object pressing against my ass. I have to admit his size was surprisingly impressive, which caused me to make a mental note for later.

Capturing my nipples between his fingers, he began to gruffly twist, pull and pinch them. Playfully slapping his face, I rose to my feet. Reaching down gave the bulge in his pants a squeeze, before bending over with my mouth opened wide to captured it between my teeth. Releasing it, I stood upright then waved my finger at him indicating how naughty he was. A proud smirk appeared on his face, as the others howled their approval. The mood had changed drastically at that point, indicating the potential direction of where the party was going.

Recalling what occurred when I enjoined the groom the last time, I decided to attempt to incorporate him into my act again.

Sashaying toward him, I reached up and released my cute school girl pony tail, shook my head, then waited for a reaction as my long black hair cascaded over my shoulders. I know I'm hot, and I just made myself hotter for my victim. Slipping my blouse off my shoulders to an increasingly boisterous response, I let it drop to the floor. Now down to only my skirt, the intensity was rising while my mind drifted back to the first occasion I incorporated my buttons to entice an audience.

First Time:

Thinking back to the first time I released my buttons, it was on an afternoon that we were fighting off boredom. It didn't take much to encourage a few guy friends to visit an off campus shanty bar for some fun.

Before entering, the guys suggested I expose a little cleavage to increase our chances of not being proofed. With a smirk and playful sway of my hips, I glanced down and released a few of the closely placed buttons on my loose fitting tank top. With barely an inch exposed, the immediate consensus was that I needed to show more. Giving them my shy girl expression, I shrugged my shoulders before proceeding. Continuing cautiously one button at a time, awaiting their approval, they finally acknowledged that I had exposed enough. Sensing they had given their approval too willingly, I felt that if I bent over, I'd probably fall out. Inconspicuously I refastened a few before going in.

As soon as we entered, the six or so patrons turned their attention toward us. Well, toward me anyway. It seems the cleavage I was revealing was an instant attention get-er. Deciding that I might still be revealing more of my 34C's then needed, I nonchalantly refastened a couple more of the tiny buttons until I felt comfortable enough with the minimal adjustment. With the bar being on the seedy side and me with three guy friends, I didn't need to confirm what they probably thought or hoped. I have to admit being in a unknown dingy establishment intrigued and excited me.

Surmising that proof of age wasn't a priority here, Jacob and I went to the bar. Usually my body language pretty much got me served wherever I went, but he was legal anyway so it didn't matter. Pressing the beers against my chest while he paid, I returned to the other two guys.

Feeling my nipples reacting to the cold bottles, I hesitated putting them on the table. Holding them in place didn't accomplish anything, so I capitulated and put them down. With my top dampened and nipples clearly outlined, I knew I presented quite a sight.

Initially I focused my gaze on Fred, and dared not look around the room. With Fred's eyes on my chest, I glanced at Pete who's smirk and opened jaw confirmed he was locked on the same area. Curious to see if anyone else noticed, I quickly scanned the bar over Fred's shoulder. To my chagrin everyone was aware of my condition. I again pulled the beers to my chest attempting to conceal the source of my embarrassment. Chiding me that there was nothing I could do except make the beers warm, Fred extended his hand to take them. Of course he grinned as he coped a feel while assisting.

When Jacob rejoined us, Fred whimsically suggested that he look over his shoulder at me and tell him what he saw. With my cheeks flush I smiled broadly, turned toward him then thrust my chest out to make it obvious what Fred was referring to. The guys at the bar instantly raised their drinks in a congratulatory salute. Their reaction totally lightened the uneasiness I was feeling.

Keeping to ourselves at one end of the bar, I felt comfortable that the anticipated attention by the locals wasn't materializing. After my third beer I was feeling flirty and disappointed that I wasn't getting their attention. Boldly I strutted toward one of the guys I had been sneaking glances at. I gazed at him with a sly grin confirming my interest. It was easy to begin small talk after that.

With my attention focused on this guy, I was unaware my friends drifted away to the pool tables at the other side of a low room divider. I finally became aware of my being abandoned when I heard their voices from the direction of the tables. Realizing I was now surrounded and the focus of four strangers, I didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead I felt flirtatious from the buzz the beer was creating.

Feeling relaxed while my shoulders were being massaged, the bantering started to get sexual. I wish I could say I didn't encourage it, but I can't. Soon I became aware that other nonchalant contact was ensuing. Hands resting on my waist, while occasionally my ass and breasts were being brushed against. I began acting like a matador avoiding being gored by a bull or cock.

Every time I finished a beer I was handed another. With my buzz increasing I started to sway my body to the beat of the slow country music playing. Making another bad decision, I separated myself from them by a few feet, to begin invitingly swaying my body to the music. My new friends of course began commenting on how seductive I looked, which encouraged my adding additional sensual moves to my repertoire. I guess the thrusting my hips while running my hands over my body created enough of a stir, that my school friends shifted their attention from billiards to me.

The excitement created from the subtle movement of my breasts and my hardened nipples against the thin cotton material of my top, was making my pussy damp.

I guess I created enough excitement that one of my new friends impulsively reacted by putting his hand around my waist and pulling my body against his. With our bodies swaying, he started gently kissing my neck, then nibbling my ear. He found it! My ear is a hidden erogenous zone that consumes me. Automatically losing control, I began grinding my pelvis against his, leaving no question to what I was suggesting. Now my juices were beginning to really flow.

Driving his tongue into my mouth, I found myself instinctively reciprocating. This wasn't even the guy I was interested in, as he questioned if I knew what I were this was going? Raising my eyes, I placed my hand on his chest attempting to create space between us, but he fought my feigned effort. Whispering this time but in an ominous tone, he repeated the question.

His question was sobering, as this was the first instance that I sensed uneasiness about the situation I was creating. With my senses dulled by the beer as my ear being nibbled, I ignored the signals my brain was attempting to send me. Instead I responded with a devilish grin as I began grinding my body against his with my knee positioned between his thighs. Continuing my hot suggestive show, one of them blurted out that it was time. Pushing my partner away, I challenged him to join me.

Turning my back to him, bending slightly at the waist and grinding my firm ass against his groin, he began to subtly hump me. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulled me tight. Whispering that I should show them more, I leaned my body against his then clasped my hands behind his neck. Turning my head toward him, I dared him to start. Nibbling on my ear before cupping my breasts made my body tremble. I moaned as I allowed him to freely caress me.

While being fondled, he deftly released the rest of my buttons. With my hands still behind his neck, I glanced down to observe that my nipples were still covered by the flimsy fabric. I looked around at the approving grins.

Placing the palms of his hands on my breasts, he moved my top to the side. Tracing his fingers around my puffy areola's, he started rolling my hardened nipples with the palms of his hands. I was ecstatic, as my tongue swirled around my lips seductively.

Sighing while leaning my head back on his shoulder and grinding my butt against his bulge, was all the encouragement he needed to take me. With that clear signal, he took my nipples between his index fingers and thumb then pulled, pinched, and rolled them until I squealed from the pain he created. I moaned as my knees weakened.

I don't know how, but I regained my senses. Taking control I turned and forcefully pushed him away. Pointing my finger the new friend who attracted me from the start, I invited him to join me.

Pressing his body against mine, I arched my hips firmly against him. He was bigger then the other two, so I rode my slit up and down his shaft. Grabbing my naked breasts he squeezed, then roared. Everyone in the bar started laughing hysterically while a wet area expanded rapidly on his shorts. Pouting innocently I apologized, as he ran toward the men's room.

Finally it seemed I had my true friend Jacob's attention. Noticing him leaning against the pool table intently watching me, shaking his head with a wide grin, he gestured for me to take my top off. As I hesitated he called out and challenged me to go topless! He knows how I like a challenge. A chorus of agreeing comments immediately followed.

Looking down at my boobs then around the room, the hungry lascivious expressions of my audience convinced me that I should give them what they wanted. Jacob started the "Take if off" chant.

Taken aback when he yelled over everyone's ranting, that I needed to finish what I started since I teased them so much, sobered me up. Nervously shrugging my shoulders, I asked how far he'd like me to go. Demanding that after I stripped naked, I should surrender!

My voice quivered as I blurted out: "No way!"

Realizing I had put myself and friends in a precarious situation, I knew I had to come up with something. Wanting to limit the impending assault on my body, I began my negotiation allowing them to feel me up. They agreed, but stated it wasn't enough. Shooting jizz over my body was added. Since I was going to be naked, I agreed. Three of them looked at each other, then nodded in agreement. To some degree I was relieved they agreed, then decided to quickly complete my part of the contract before things changed. Picking my top up, I put it back on to add a strip show to my performance.

Gyrating my body to the beat of the music, I fondled my body. For those observing who were astute enough, I was actually demonstrating how I enjoyed being handled. After pulling and twisting my nipples hard enough to cause a yelp from the pain to escape, I slapped my breasts, which made my puffy areola swell even more.

Jacob who I had given a blow job to on a dare months ago, was nervously shaking his head in disbelief. Continuing to move seductively, I solicited his assistance. Turning me around to face the wide eyed salivating mob, he placed his hands on my shoulders then gruffly ripped my top from my body. It was like he was offering me to these strangers as he gruffly grouped my breasts. My body shuddered with fright and excitement from his aggressiveness. With everyone watching, I had no control while my body erupting with volcanic orgasm after orgasm.

Finally recouping my senses I couldn't help but notice the bulges and damp areas appearing on my horny audience. At this point I wasn't sure if I wanted more then the feel of their warm jizz shooting over my flesh. I fantasized about the possibility.

Jacob removed his hands from by breasts, placed one on the small of my back, then prodded me to take a step forward. The Burly guy was the first to me, and in an instant he picked me up like a feather and placed me hard on the pool table. Anticipating my body was about to be consumed by this room of males, I was actually anxious to feel their warm spunk hitting my flesh.

After the snap of my shorts was released, they and my panties were removed in unison. With my legs spread apart and the cool air contacting the juices oozing from my pussy I shouted "No!". I surprised myself at the clarity of my command, and even more shocked that my Burly guy backed away from my naked body splayed on the pool table.

Taking control like a cat in heat I ordered my him to come closer again. Pulling his face to mine, I invited his fat tongue into my mouth to play. Now I was ready to be ravaged.

I couldn't see the mouth that started devouring my dripping cunt over the heads and hands that were mauling my body. I screamed out that I wanted all of them in me. I invited the orgy to proceed, which occurred with alacrity.

While I was being eaten, my hands were guided to hard meat that was positioned on both sides of the table. I was positioned with my neck resting on the rail with my head hanging off. Almost instantly my lips were greeted with the tip of a sticky gaping slit at the end a bulbous head. I circled it with my tongue and sucked it in.

The gentle thrusts allowed me to adjust the position of my head, and permitted me to take it past my gag point and down my throat. This was the first time I deep throat-ed a male, and I enjoyed the helplessness this position afforded me. The cadence of his thrusts allowed me to catch my breath, and I was looking forward to experiencing the next one. I not only felt like a slut, I knew I was becoming one.

Before my first face fucker exited without shooting his load, I felt the pressure of a thick cock pushing past the lips of my vagina. I was able to take the over-sized girth of him with no problem, since my juices were flowing freely. The rapid pounding he administered caused rug burns from the tables felt on my back. I was anxious to have a cock enter my vacated mouth, to experience the feel of both orifices filled at once. My wish came true in an instant, as my body tensed, and my second multiple orgasm of the night ensued. I lost count on how many followed.

With my suitors exhausted and spent, and with cum dripping down my thighs, I felt my body aching from the contorted positions I was put in, and my burning welted flesh. I knew I had converted sexually to needing to be ravaged to experience the ultimate body consuming orgasms from that point forward.

After cleaning up as much as possible from the bar sink Jacob and I left, leaving behind a group of spent males.

Back to the Party:

Straddling Paul, the groom, sitting in an arm less chair, I bent over and drove my tongue down his throat. Repulsed by the tobacco odor of his breath and dead tongue, I abruptly exited. Moving back while grinding against his groin, I lifted his shirt above his head, then crushed my naked chest against his.

Leaning back to inspect his physique, gave me pause. I turned my head toward his friends, mockingly shaking my head at his condition while grabbing two handfuls of his man boobs. Continuing my inspection I moved lower to his belly, which was in worse condition. Taking one of his hands I placed it on my naked boob, with the other being positioned on my firm tummy, I allowed him to explore my body. The howling confirmed my audiences approval, with some comments about their friends physical condition. I felt I was getting back for the choking incident earlier in my show.

Bug eyed while staring at his hands working my breasts crudely, didn't create any noticeable rise in his manhood. Reaching between my legs to confirm my findings, I announced it to his friends. Instantly they went from boisterous to mocking. I was going to continue my demeaning critique of this egomaniac male to give his friends something to talk about at the wedding, but I decided to cut it short.

Naked from the waist up, hair fallen past my shoulders, and wearing only my ass cheek revealing pleated school girl skirt while giving an intense lap dance, there was a knock at the door. With everyone ignoring it, I asked if anyone was going to get it? One of the guys stumbled toward the door while keeping his eyes on me so he wouldn't miss anything, then opened it a crack. Blocking the visitor from seeing into the room, the door guardian gestured for Jimmy the Best Man who had hired me to join him. Recognizing my husband who he knew as my agent, he allowed him to enter.

When I feigned recognizing him, I reacting with shock and fear as I blurted out, "Oh shit! It's my husband. The room went silent. Jacob burst past the guys at the door, pulled me by the hair then pushed my face against the carpet. On my knees with my ass high, he slapped the back of my exposed thighs below the hem of my school girl skirt. My potential rescuers all backed away, while my Jacob smacked me until the welts became noticeable. I screamed for effect as he continued, but in reality I was turned on by his domination. My reaction confused the others, who couldn't tell if they should be rescuing me or running away.

Cursing me as he dragged me to the couch, he turned and faced them. With a wide grin he blurted out, "Gotcha!" The astonished expressions were memorable, as my husband drove his tongue into my mouth while crushing my body against his.

Striking Jimmy the Best Man on the shoulder, he asked if everyone was enjoying this gorgeous piece? The statement caused the tension in the room to subside, and injected an optimistic expectation of what might follow back into the guests. Continuing, he stated that the show was coming close to the end, while gesturing for me to go to the bedroom.

Describing their lives as boring, which laid down a challenge, he presented the cost they would incur for additional interaction with me. With the attendees pooling their money, they paid what Jacob requested.

When I entered the room my husband had a broad smirk on his face. Wearing a black faux leather buttoned top, a shear thong, and a studded leather choker, he attached a leash to the choker. I sashayed behind him as he led me to the middle of the room. Dropping the leash, he moved behind me.

Gliding his hands over my breasts, then sliding one between my legs, he rubbed my crotch. I moaned as he presented me to the group. Moving one hand to the top silver button he released it, as he slipped a finger behind the sheer material of my panties. This caused the natives to stir, as cock adjustments became commonplace.

Moving my shear panties to the side, he slid a finger between the folds of my cunt, then probed me to demonstrate my wetness and willingness to submit. Displaying my sticky juices that adhered to his finger, he offered if anyone wanted a taste. With no comers, he placed his finger to my lips. I seductively sucked my juices from it.

Stating that it was time to unwrap the package, he unfastened the next silver button, slowly followed by the others. With my top open to the bottom of my cleavage, he slid his hand behind the material giving my breast a squeeze. Whispering that it was time, he kissed me on the neck as he presented the leash to the Best man Jim. "Enjoy" was his last instruction given before moving away to retrieve his camera.

Jacob's Critique:

Observing my wife's lithe body in a room full of horny men reminded me about the seedy bar, where she had her first gang bang. It made me anxious to witness the sexual interaction that I was anticipating. Being a voyeur, I couldn't ask for a more perfect situation to get excited about. I moved to the far corner to video Samantha's performance.

With a wide grin Jim wrapped his fingers behind Sam's neck, then pulled her face to his. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue, he pulled her head back by yanking her hair, before leading her around the room. Coming to a stop, he faced her, then startled me when he tore the top off. Gazing at the full luscious mounds in front of him, he started fondling them gently at first, then gruffly. She sighed, which seemed to encourage him to attack her nipples with enough force to cause her to wince. I suggested he twist them, which caused me to receive a glaring stare.

Yanking the leash, he led her to a chair that he sat in. Ordering Sam to her knees, she moved between them. Rubbing her face against the tented area, she looked up with her big brown eyes, acting like she didn't know what she should do. Resting his hand on top of her head made his desire obvious. Guiding her chin over his shaft, she deftly unfastened his belt, then slid his zipper down. His breathing quickened as he wheezed with anticipation when she reached in and pulled out his manhood. Glancing in my direction for an instant she issued me a lustful smile, then returned her gaze to him.

Watching intently as she placed the tip of her tongue under the hood of his bulbous cock, just before meticulously sucking it like a freshly unwrapped lollipop. Locking her lips around his shaft, she slowly made more of it disappear. Her gentle sucking caused his veins to bulge.

Gliding her mouth up and down his shaft, at times pausing to lick his balls, made him groan like a crazed man about to explode. I wondered if Sam was going to continue her tortuous manipulation of his cock, or make him release the pent up pressure in his balls.

Extending her tongue while running it from the base of his shaft to it's purplish head, she parted her lips to begin licking the sticky pre-cum seeping from the widening slit. Clamping her teeth around his purple throbbing cock head, she looked up at him then abandoned him, just before going to her feet. He was dazed as he watched her move away, leaving him frustrated and panting.

Samantha's Finale':

Watching her locking her gaze on the Groom, with a sexy sway of her hips she strutted toward him. Aggressively pushing him back on the couch, she straddled him. Grabbing a handful of hair she slithered her body over his chest. With her pussy inches from his chin, she re-positioned her thong to the side, then planted that moist cunt of hers on his mouth. His friends reacted with total surprise to the blatant sexual direction the evening was taking. Still sitting on his face, she contorted her body backwards, then took his cock in with her back fully arched. She worked him until he abruptly pulled out. The comments on her acrobatic ability filled the room.

Moving away from the unspent Groom toward a well built dark skinned Cuban guy who was sitting off to the side, she pressed her breasts against his chest while struggling to undo his belt. With his patience exhausted, he removed her hands, then unfastened it himself. Dropping to her knees she proceeded to grab the zipper tab with her teeth, pulling it down. Working his pants off, she glided her face over his cock and thighs. Gazing up at him, she took the waistband in her teeth and pulled his shorts down exposing his semi flaccid penis.

Using her signature move, she circled the head of his cock with her tongue. Administering gently sucks, I wanted to laugh as he sadly became more flaccid while everyone else in the room were rubbing their throbbing cocks. Not wanting to embarrass him, she continued to try to get him hard by sucking all of his cock into her mouth. Moving her head up and down while increasing the vacuum of her sucks, didn't help this emasculated male.

Attempting not to totally make a fool of him, she glanced over to the Best Man Jimmy again. He approached her. Grabbing her hair he dragged her away, saving his friend further embarrassment. Forcing her onto the coffee table, he squeezed her tit hard enough to make her squeal, as he invited the others to partake.

Looking between the legs of Mr. Obnoxious, she noticed me giving her a thumbs up. Shortly the head of a small cock was being pressed against her lips. She parted them. Within a couple of thrusts, he shot his load. I have to admit it was voluminous enough that she wasn't able to swallow fast enough, as I watched it run out the corner of her mouth.

With her head still hanging off the edge of the table, another guy took his place. This one began by slapping her cheeks with his cock, before probing her mouth with it. With her thong ripped off, I anticipated watching her being fucked, while enjoying the sight of a cock thrusting deep down her throat.

Sensing she was feeling pressure against her gag reflex area, she dropped her head lower to give him easier access. The adjustment worked, as I witnessed taking all his length down her throat. In an instant another cock was probing the swollen lips of her dripping pussy. Smiling with her eyes, she looked toward me for an instant. Before that moment I had questioned if she was enjoying herself, but I buried the thought enjoying the sight of her be ravaged.

Accepting another Phallus past her gag point, a bulge appeared as her throat expanded to accommodate it. With his balls resting against her chin, he pinched her nose confirming she wasn't able to sneak a breath. At that moment another cock pushed easily into the depths of her cum dripping cunt. With the cock in her pussy pounding her like a jackhammer, the one down her throat pulled out enough to allow her to take a quick breath.

The gang bang continued with her hair being grabbed which prevented her head from moving, while she was taking short thrusts as not to vacate the depth's of her throat. Her body convulsed to everyone's amusement, as she was being flushed with two loads of cum simultaneously. What a sight, when the prick was extracted from her throat and she gasped for air, which produced a gurgling sound from the thick mucus cum that resided in her throat. Another weapon had shrunken while his load filled her vagina. Finally both her orifices were vacated.

Samantha:

Cock-less, my first thought was flippant: "That was consuming". Never had I experienced two men climaxing inside me simultaneously so many times. The pause between assaults was frustrating, since I was able to have one great multiple climax, and I so wanted more.

Pulled off the table to the floor, my wrists were finally freed while I was presented by a straight up prick on this guy who was laying on the floor on his back. Surmising the obvious, I automatically straddled him slipping my dripping hole over his shaft. Riding him for less then a minute did nothing for me, but produced a powerful stream that overfilled my cavity.

Dismounting, I went on all fours where I wrapped my lips around the next cock being waved in front of my face. I grinned thinking about being fucked doggy style with one down my throat. With the opportunity quickly presenting itself, I was hoping I wasn't going to get it up the ass. I don't like that, and Jacob usually alerts my customers to that fact. I just couldn't count on it based on the fever pitch of the participants.

Feeling a cock sliding over my pussy to my ass hole concerned me, but I kept my concentration on deep throating the guy fucking my face. Feeling a load being shot over my back while gulping the other down my throat, I looked around to see who was next. It seemed I had finally run out of takers, and was a good time to bring the show to a close. Gesturing to Jacob that it was time to end it, he instantly came to my rescue to escort me to bedroom to get cleaned up.

To my chagrin, after I had showered, changed, and re-entered, there was Paul the groom sitting on the couch with Jimmy his best man. My husband was leaning against the wall with a quizzical expression, and his finger gliding over the buttons on his shirt.

My thoughts went to my mantra: "Come on, it just takes one to start. All it takes is one to excite them. The first one will be the initial action of taking control. You won't get control unless you display your willingness to release that first one. With that first button released you'll have their complete attention." I released the first button!

THE END.