The football game had ended and it was about 7:30pm. The Patriots beat the Ravens pretty good, so some serious sex was going to be a nice way for the guys to forget the game. I rooted for Baltimore, but I just don't care as much as the men do. It's a game. Let it go.
I had agreed to the guys' idea of me being a cum receptacle for a big group of men, and we were about to get ready. I'm sure a lot of women would get sick even thinking about such a thing. I know I would have less than a week prior to the event in question. What I had discovered in the interim, as you all know, is that I love cum. I love the taste. I love the clean smell. I love the rush of warmth. I love the feel of a man's seed sliding down my throat. I love knowing that I got the guy off. Sometimes it even gets spiritual for me. If I give a guy great head and he grasps my skull with both hands and gives me all of his seed as his legs are betraying him, I feel a deep connection with him at that moment and a feeling of power and accomplishment.
I love satisfying men in ways that they love and that many women won't even consider. When a guy is calling me slut or whore or whatever he wants me to be for him, that will make different people feel different things. For me, it's a turn on, but either way, when that same man turns to putty and loses control, I am the one in-charge. At that moment, the man transfers some of his confidence and vitality to me.
I consider myself incredibly lucky. Lucky to love sperm in every way and I was really looking forward to being such a blatant exhibitionist slut. This was my last night with the guys and I wanted to give myself to them completely, as I had since submitting to them in the van. I wanted to end the weekend the way I had planned and promised; as their totally uninhibited sex slave.
I was fully committed.
Bobby took me into one of the bedrooms and I took a very quick shower. When I came back out, Bobby had a bottle of champagne and my stripper outfit for me, which I assumed he got from Donny.
Bobby poured the bubbly and I put on the outfit including the pasties. I had no idea how to do a striptease. I was not much of a sexy dancer. I had never tried before and this was causing a little internal trepidation. Bobby told me to just relax and move to the music if I felt like it. If I wasn't feeling it, he said a slow strip would be just fine to open things up.
"Just peeling off all your clothes will be plenty. Guys don't see hot babes doing this kind of shit every day."
"Ok, I'll do my best."
"You just wait; the exhibitionist slut inside of you will take over once you see all the men drooling over you."
He was right.
Bobby then showed me my new toy. It wasn't as big as the massive thing they shagged me with on Saturday, but it was still pretty big. It was sort of rubbery and red and it vibrated if you turned the black knob at the base. He asked me if I'd ever used a vibe and I said no. Another first for me.
Bobby gave me the contacts and I put them in. He then helped me get the wig on nice and tight. We checked me out in the mirror and I must say that I was impressed.
I did not look like myself. I looked way hot, but not like me. After the sexual metamorphosis that I had been through, I liked the idea of looking different too. My alter ego now had an alt form to go with it.
Bobby liked it.
"Holy shit, Katie. You are even hotter as a brunette! I can't wait to fuck you in front of all these guys. Are you ready to be my whore, Katie?"
He said with a hint of humor and a hint of malevolence. He was his father's son after all. I gave him what he wanted.
"Bobby, I am gonna worship you and your big cock. I'm going to make you cum and I'm gonna drink it all. I love your big cock and I love being a totally unbridled cumslut. I want lots of cock tonight, but none more than yours."
"Don't worry, my little slut, you are going to get it big time. There's going to be more cum than you know what to do with."
"Mmmm! I want it all, Master."
I rubbed my tummy as I said it.
Guys were starting to arrive now and I could hear all the noise out in the main room. Bobby told me that the boys had already moved all the sofas into the room and the mattress too. Bobby said that every single person had showed up and a few extras too. They were all told how things were going to work, so there was nothing to worry about. Ten minutes later, I was led into the large main room of the suite.
Wow!
There was like thirty guys there. They all started hooting and hollering when I came into view. Stef spoke up.
"OK, boys. This is the cumslut we promised you. She only responds to the words "slut" "cumslut" or "whore." She's a local co-ed and she loves cock, but she especially loves hot cum and she wants each and every one of you to give her a load tonight. Can we help this young slut in need?"
The room erupted in cheers of affirmation. God, was I really going to swallow about thirty loads of cum?
The men were all told to sit and I was told to start stripping for the guys. The mattress was in the middle, with eight sofas and some chairs surrounding it. There was plenty of room between the sofas and the mattress, so I was going to do slow laps around the mattress as I stripped.
"Do you guys want to see me out of this little thing?"
"YES!"
"What part of me do you want to see first?"
There was no agreement amongst the shouts, so my hands went to my bra strap.
I was getting hotter than I had ever been in my life. My thong was completely soaked. Not a little dot of wetness. The entire area around my pussy was soaked.
I started working the bra straps down my arms and got them out. Then I undid the clasp and let it fall while covering my little C cups with my hands. My nipples were trapped and burning. They wanted to be free but the little black pasties were still covering them. I teased the guys for a bit and then took my hands away.
Cheers erupted as I was now showing them my full breasts with just the nipples covered.
I danced around mostly topless with my stockings and panties still in place. The men were going nuts. I did some provocative moves. I bent over with my legs apart. I slid down their legs and gave faux head to a few of them. Then I was ready to take it up a notch.
"Who wants to take my pasties off?"
I had thirty volunteers. I sauntered over to one of the new guys who looked really hot and told him he needed to use his teeth. We had just applied the pasties with a bit of latex, so I knew they'd come off easy, though I expected a little bit of pain.
I crawled into this guy's lap and got my titties in his face. He put his arms around me and pulled my chest to his mouth. He put his entire mouth around the pasty on my right nipple and pulled it off. He then licked my nipple clean of any goo that may have remained.