Calista’s Gangbang

Calista prepared to see her master. This would be her first gang bang and she was more than nervous. She was excited to be surrounded by so many men that her new thong was soaked, so she took them off and realized she wasn’t supposed to wear them tonight anyway. Crisis averted. At the back of her mind was a feeling of being scared. Porn stars and books made a gang bang seem so simple but this wasn’t a directed video and a girl with experience, or a book with completely fictional characters. Would she look at herself the same? Would her master? They had a special bond after having this type of relationship which would one day come to an end so she decided to enjoy it. Live in the moment like nothing else mattered.

As instructed, she wore black high heels, black leggings to hug her curves and a tight crop top that showed off her belly ring and nipple rings. The shirt was white and showed her tan nipples but none of the men would mind. She liked to tease a little.

Her master, Oliver, greeted her by taking her purse and coat, snapped his fingers and that was that. Dropping to the floor, Olivia placed where she was like a dog, sitting on her knees with her legs behind her and hands resting on top. He played with her long dark hair, tilted her chin to look up at him which she did and he observed his beautiful whore. She was truly sight to him though she didn’t think of herself as beautiful, maybe just pretty. Double tapping the bottom of chin, she opened her mouth and spit into it. “Swallow.” When he heard the gulp he no longer inspected her mouth to be sure she did as told, he trusted her most of the time after knowing each other for a good while. “Take your clothes off and we need three whiskeys. Go.”

“Sir, may I-

“No.” Calista stayed on her knees since master said no to her standing without her even saying it and made the drinks after stripping free of her clothes. Setting them on a tray she carefully crawled and pushed it till she was in the den. Master had found men just as handsome as him and around his age which was late thirties.

She sat next to Oliver on her knees again until master touched her face and gestured to his crotch.