A few weeks following the events described in
Asian Downpour
, Grace arranged her first gangbang. We'd been in regular contact over that period but had not been intimate. The arrangements were to meet at the Bentley Motel, at the corner of the Albany and Leach Highways this Saturday evening for a 9 pm kick-off. The location was very convenient for me since it was but a ten-minute bus journey from my house, meaning I could have a few drinks and not worry about driving. Grace lined up five men in total for this event, so it would be interesting to see what choices she made.
I arrived around 8.30 pm with a backpack containing condoms (if needed), lubricant, a clean bill of health from the doctor, sundry other items and a six-pack of beer. The motel had a moderate level of custom with the majority of guests housed at the northern end, close to where the two highways intersected. At the southern end were three cars, one an Audi sports, parked next to the check-in kiosk. There was only one cabin, on the first floor, sited above the kiosk, that was illuminated. I glanced at the motel layout for the number and, sure enough, it was this first-floor cabin.
The nerves had returned. This was my first gangbang. What if I couldn't perform in front of four other strangers? What if I was inadequate? Since I was chosen to participate in Grace's first gangbang, I must have measured up when we initially met at the Parkerville Tavern earlier. As a result, my four fellows would be similar in build, size, temperament and sexual kinks I supposed. Nevertheless, I sat by a tree, out of sight and consumed a beer to ease my concerns.
Suitably fortified, I ascended the staircase towards the cabin. The blinds of the window, adjacent to the door, were firmly drawn, and I could hear laughter and music coming from within. As soon as I knocked on the door, the chatter ceased, and the male voice asked who was there.
"Jason," I offered, "Here for the 'special' event."
"Password?"
Grace had insisted that the event be shrouded in this ludicrous layer of security to prevent undesirables from gate-crashing. Only six people knew about it, and, given the neglected nature of the motel and its location, nestled against two six-lane highways, there was little chance of intruders.
"Midnight's Edge," I had no idea where that password originated, but I gave it nonetheless.
The door opened, and a man peered out and looked me up and down. He then looked away, no doubt checking the photograph I supplied to Grace in advance of our meeting. The door closed, and I heard a rattle as my host fumbled with the security latch. The door then re-opened again just enough for my slender frame the enter.
With the door firmly latched again behind me, I looked around the dimly lit room. There were three men but no Grace, who was in the bathroom, dolling herself up. The man who opened the door introduced himself as Tim, he was well into his fifties, bearded and very much overweight. Another man looked similar to Tim but seemed cowed or timid, and his name was Jack. The third guy was Mark who had Anglo-Asian looks, considerably younger than the other two, probably in his late twenties and just a little below my height. I was the tallest in the room and all three were naked from the waist up.
I popped my bag down in a corner and grabbed my beers, but there was no room in the tiny bar fridge, so I placed them on the writing desk by the TV. I offered my three companions one, but they declined as they had beverages in the fridge. I cracked a can, clinked my drink with theirs and took a deep gulp. The air was thick with nerves, and only small talk was made.
I sidled up to Mark, who was closest in age to me and attempted to engage in conversation.
"When did you meet Grace?" I asked after dispensing with pleasantries.
"Couple of weeks back," Came a guarded reply.
"Same for me," I persisted, "At the Parkerville Tavern?"
"Yeah," He replied, "Inconvenient for me since I live in Fremantle."
"I'm in Vic Park, so not as bad a location for me."
"How many times did you hook-up?"
"Couple of Tuesdays ago."
"Did you get action?"
I proceeded to regale my Asian compadre about how I forgot condoms, how we were working against the clock, how water sports were a theme of our engagement, and how Grace left me high and dry.
The humour visibly relaxed Mark and caused the two hair bears to glance over before they resumed a hushed conversation.
"I had two meetings with Grace before tonight," Said Mark, to my jealous surprise, "Yeah, first meeting I hammered all her holes into submission and, on the second, I forced her to swallow my piss and cum right there in the car park!"
There was a hint of dominant anger in his voice as he retold his encounters with Grace, and it got a rise out of me.
"Left her a fucking mess both times, on the dirt, when I took off," He continued, "Only way to treat such whores."
And yet, Grace invited Mark to this gangbang so she must like rough treatment. I wondered how far she would go and I suspected I would find out tonight.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and the fifth male arrived. After passing the security checks, a tall, confident man walked in. Again, in his fifties, Craig was solidly built but sporting a small beer gut, with a 5 pm shadow adorning his rugged face. With the introductions made, Craig turned out to be the motel manager who had offered the cabin for the event in return for participation rights.
It struck me, though, that triumvirate of the over fifty's gentlemen had some familiarity with each other and, probably, with Grace since she was of that vintage. Mark and I were the stunt cocks, invited for our stamina and versatility, and for possibly putting on a show for the other three since they showed little inclination to mix with us.
Just after 9 pm, the door to the bathroom opened up to the glare of daylight compared to the dim lighting of the main room. Out walked Grace, made up to the nines and dressed in a white silk kimono that contrasted well with long, silky black hair. Her movement was graceful, and with a huge grin across her slim face, greeted each of us with a passionate kiss. Her feminine beauty, the delicate perfume and her evident confidence brought my cock to attention within the confines of my jeans.
"Where's my champagne?" She asked seductively.
The timid hair bear stood to ramrod attention and stumbled toward the fridge and withdrew a bottle. Jack struggled to pop the cork but managed it after several attempts. Bubbly liquid spilt onto the carpet, and, when I glanced at the motel manager he seemed unflustered by the stain.
Jack filled a cheap wine flute, dropped to his knees, crawled over to Grace, who looked down on him as a master looks upon a servant, and took the proffered glass.
"Thank you, Jack," She sneered, "Do your duty."
With that, Jack kissed Grace's outstretched hand as she took a sip of champagne. She raised a long slim leg and placed it delicately on the bed by her side. The silk kimono draped over to reveal a black silk stocking and a red stiletto. Grace's action was Jack's cue to fawningly kiss the shoe and plant further sloppy kisses up Grace's leg to her eminent pleasure.