CHAPTER 16:
Lydia said, “The gangbang is scheduled for Saturday at 3:00 PM at the sports bar. The former pool hall is no longer utilized for playing pool; instead, it is now used for the production of pornographic videos and related content. I frequently host events there.
You may wear whatever you prefer, but keep it minimal; you will be nude during the session. The duration will be just one hour.”
I caught up with Lydia at the bar, like we said we would. I was dressed in a simple white dress paired with beige elevated sandals, and nothing more.
We enjoyed coffee together, during which she elaborated, "You will be engaged by 40 individuals within a single hour. Samantha has coordinated this event. I have collaborated with her on numerous occasions in the past. She possesses a unique personality and excels as a leader in any non-traditional event.
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Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, her skin appeared rough, and she opted for no makeup. Her average-sized, sagging breasts were concealed by a tank top, and she wore hot pants that hugged her backside. A phone was tucked into her back pocket. Her feet were clad in sandals, adorned with some unidentifiable tattoos that extended up her legs. When she spoke, one could observe a missing tooth, and she emitted a strong odor of cigarettes. Samantha was approximately 20 years old and possessed a distinct Southern accent.
“Howdy, I'm Samantha, y'all.” she said as she extended her hand.
I shook it, and said: “Monica.”
Samantha got right to the point: “This here’s how it all goes down” she explained. “I’m doin’ most of the heavy liftin’ ‘round here. I gotta wrangle these fellas and make sure they're primed and ready. You ain't liftin' a finger. I'm keepin' them boys happy, and you're just sittin' pretty in that chair.”
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Samantha finished restraining my upper body and then monitored the lower body's progress.
She yelled at the two kids: “What in tarnation are you two dumbasses up to?”
“We done cinched them buckles up tight, just like you told us to.” the younger guy answered.
In an angry tone she told the two: “Y’all are a pack of cotton-headed nincompoops. Go on and cut them restraints loose, and winch them legs back where they belong.” Samantha demanded.
The boys adjusted the equipment back to the original setting, and my legs were nearly straight again.
Samantha applied the restraints. She positioned the belts on my thighs just half an inch from my pussy and cinched them as tightly as possible. I worried it would obstruct the circulation to my legs.
She said: “Y'all buckle up tight first, then crank 'er up, hear?” Go on and crank 'er up now!”
Now I understood what she was doing. By putting the restraint on before cranking my legs open, the skin of the opening legs was stretching my pussy skin.
This time I could feel my pussy hole being pulled open, and the skin between my thighs and my pussy was completely stretched.
While they cranked the handle to force my legs open, it felt like my pussy skin was going to rip.
“Y'all see a difference, I reckon?” She asked the guys. “Look at her pussy skin now. You could make a silk purse out of that, ya hear?”
They looked at the floor and mumbled: “Yes, ma’am.”
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After approximately ten minutes, one of the individuals who fucked my mouth sprayed his load onto my face.
Due to the position of my head being inverted, his cum entered my nostrils. When the subsequent individual stuck his cock into my mouth, I experienced difficulty in breathing.
I contacted Samantha. She paused her activities, approached me dressed solely in her tight-fitting shorts, and I informed her about my congested nose.
She provided a tissue for my nose, and I expelled the contents.
“Tell 'em to keep their britches on and not come on your face! Now ya'll listen up, don't go fillin' her nose with spunk. We ain't got time for that kinda foolishness!” She yelled.
From then on, I told each guy before he stuck his dick in my mouth, “Please come in my mouth!”
I believe that it excited some individuals; a few of them came within moments, without me even sucking.
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The most cocks I had serviced at once was six. I had one cock fucking my ass, one cock fucking my pussy, and one cock in my mouth; while I was jerking off one cock with my left hand, one cock with my right hand, with one guy rubbing his dick on my foot. They all came within the same minute. I made six guys come within the same minute.
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Samantha took off the restraints and requested that I sit on a standard chair positioned in front of a camera set up by Lydia.
As I rose, I sensed cum trickling down my legs. My pussy was filled with cum.
When I settled into Lydia's standard chair, I found it impossible to close my legs; they remained fixed in the same posture as they were on the sex chair.
I sat on that standard chair facing the camera, my back upright, my legs spread wide and resting on my big toes.
Lydia stated her intention to carry out an exit interview on camera: “How are you feeling?”
I said, “Exhausted and sore.”
"Have you tried something like this before?”
“This was my first time.”
She posed additional questions to me while the camera continued to record. I remained seated with my legs spread apart throughout the duration of the interview.
Observers may have assumed that I was seeking more attention, given my posture, but the truth was that I kept my legs open during the exit interview due to a spastic muscle pain caused by being confined to that chair for an hour while being utilized.