Chapter 9: Taylor’s Legendary Gangbang and Visiting Ernie

Lennie pulled his big SUV into the parking garage of the upscale hotel. After getting out, the valet handed him a ticket. “Will you be parking for only this evening, or staying the night as a guest of the hotel, sir?”

“I will be staying the night and leaving around noon tomorrow,” the tall, gray-haired man answered.

“Of course, sir, please enjoy your stay!”

Little did the valet know how apt that statement was. For he was attending his first official gangbang of the lovely Australian blonde as just another participant, instead of her roommate, lover, and pimp that he was. He would often enjoy showering with the girls as they prepared for their evening’s work, even offering to perform their enemas for them, but Taylor insisted that he not be with her the entire day.

Lennie chuckled when he thought it was a bit like the bride not seeing the groom the day of the wedding until the big event started. “Yeah, ” he muttered, “a gangbang bride that is going to be full of a dozen men’s cum.”

He grinned for a few seconds as he watched her skip outside the door and get into her Audi, leaving for the deluxe hotel destination in downtown Seattle. Taylor was smiling in an unusually bubbly mood as she left the house earlier in the afternoon in anticipation of her scheduled pornographic performance.

According to everything Lennie had heard from the housewives who were managed under her, to the other girls, and Taylor herself, this was indeed a performance, not just an evening of sex. It was, in fact, the reason why Taylor insisted that Lennie attend it as a can’t-miss event. More than insisting, she demanded that her new Romeo pimp be one of the dozen men who were going to kiss, fondle, grab, poke, slap, spit, ream, pound, and blast her into oblivion. All of these acts and more were—as every other woman had told Lennie—a part of the crazy evening’s to-be events.

Lennie looked at his recent texts and, scrolling, spotted the one from Taylor. It was a group text, and eleven other names were on it. He had time before the event started, so he walked into the bar and ordered a single Buffalo Trace on the rocks. He let it sit on the bar as the ice slowly melted, exactly the way he enjoyed his whiskey. As he double-checked her text for the room number, he saw the request she had messaged to the attendees and a long string of responses that were sent by the other men participating in this evening’s events.

“I’m so happy that you are going to be part of the fun tonight, boys! Let me know if you are as excited as I am!” it read.

The responses were varied but all related to a theme.

“Oh, Taylor, I can’t wait to make you scream!”

“I am going to take over that fine Aussie ass and drill it!”

“You motherfucking slut, I’m gonna come three times tonight, one in each hole!”

“You are the nastiest bitch on the planet! I can’t wait!”

“Get ready to gag on my big dick!”

“Are you ready for some double vag tonight?”

“Taylor, you are the Queen of Cock!”

“I’m gonna make you squeal, you slut!”

“Tonight, bitch, you’re gonna drown in cum!”

“You’re going to be right where you want to be, on your back and full of dick!”

“You love cock, and tonight it’s a smorgasbord of cock for you!”

Lennie realized there was a response for every attendee, except for him. He thought about it for a while and then typed out, “I heard you are the world’s biggest slut, and tonight it’s time to prove it, bitch!”

He thought adding the word “bitch” made it a bit nastier and, therefore, appropriate. Does the word “appropriately” apply to a woman getting gangbanged by a dozen horny men?

He slowly finished his single whiskey. One was plenty—he wanted the taste of it, not to get drunk. He was told by DJ, who organized it, and Taylor as well that he should be rested, ready, and horny to fully enjoy the fun as long as he could get it up. After all, he had stopped having sex with any of his girls four days ago, a record of sorts for him since he found his new friends. He quickly thought back to recent memory and realized that since the girls moved in, he had never gone four days without fucking, licking, or getting blown by at least one beautiful beauty.

DJ insisted that he reschedule his rounds with every housewife, as Samantha had commanded him, for the good of the stable. So even DJ had an idea of what he was in for. Yes, he thought, Samantha, not Cindy. Tonight it was all about the whore and his girlfriend, who is a whore and will, for tonight, be referred to in his mind as one as well, as tonight’s star attraction. After all, all of his girls were absolutely some of the most desirable ones in the world for horny men. They are at the top of a pedestal, the slut pedestal.

As he stepped into the elevator, another well-dressed man, who Lennie guessed was about 45, stepped in with him. The other man pressed 32, the same floor that Lennie was headed to. The man glanced at Lennie and asked him which floor he wanted.

“Yep, I’m going to the 32nd floor as well,” Lennie responded. The man looked at him and paused for only a second, asking, “Are you going to the party, too?”

Lennie smiled and said, “Yeah, this is the first time for me. I heard it gets pretty wild.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” he said, almost boastfully. “I’ve been attending these parties of Taylor’s off and on for at least five years now. If you’re invited to Taylor’s gig, I’m guessing that you’ve had some of the other girls, too. How long have you known any of Sam’s girls?”

“About six months now,” Lennie continued. “The first girl I had was Trinity, and then I think I’ve had most of them and a couple of the housewives. It’s crazy that young husbands would let their wives whore themselves out and be happy with it.”

“Hey, I don’t judge,” the guy from the elevator responded. “I just break out my wallet and enjoy the ride, you know? So, do you have a favorite?”

“Man, that’s tough to decide if I have a single favorite,” Lennie answered. “Let’s see, I’ve been with Taylor once, and I’ve had Samantha once, and that sexy Mexican chick with the long black hair, what is her name?”

“Oh, that’s Maria! She is so fucking hot! I’m glad she is a whore instead of a model. She would be world-famous, being so beautiful and all, with that face and that amazing body. If she were a model, there would be no way I would get to fuck and suck that amazing beauty, no matter how much money I have!”

“Yeah,” Lennie continued, “and then there is that younger chick, the redhead. What’s her name again?” Lennie thought it best to play dumb, as Taylor told him to act like it was his first time at one of her gangbangs. He knew that admitting to single one-on-ones would let him keep his cover with the other men, no matter how many times they had fucked one of his stable of girls.

“Fiona! That’s Fiona! Oh, hell yeah, she seems so fucking innocent, and her body is so sweet. Have you ever eaten her out? I swear to God, there is no other pussy in the world that tastes that sweet. She once told me that she actually has a condition that makes it taste that way. Damn, I wish more women had that kind of condition!” Both men grinned at each other.

“I’m Trent, by the way.” The man offered his hand.

“Lennie,” he answered as he shook Trent’s hand. “And I’ve only heard of these things from some of the other girls, so I knew that I had to attend one of Taylor’s gangbangs, they sound like a blast! When I was with her, she insisted that I sign up for one. I’m really looking forward to this.”

“Oh, blast doesn’t cover half of it. By the time tonight is over, you will be looking up new words to describe it!”

Lennie laughed out loud in agreement as he simply nodded. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. The two new buddies walked out and turned left, following the numbers to 3248. The man knocked on the door with two knocks, paused for a couple of seconds, and then knocked two more times. Apparently, this was the secret knock to let those inside the room know that two more participants had arrived.

The door opened, and the other man grinned and said, “Summer! Oh my, what a beauty! So, you’re the hostess tonight?”

The outstandingly hot, yet innocent-faced blonde sexpot was standing there with her warm smile and bright blue eyes, wearing a white collar with a black bow tie, cuffs with gold links, five-inch high heels with tiny straps around her feet and ankles to openly show her feet, and nothing more. Both of the men stared at her exquisite example of prime female flesh.

Summer, the 5’9”, 27-year-old long-haired blonde beauty with giant F-cup tits, a slender waist, and a curvy bubble butt, waved them in and let the door close on its own. She gave Trent a big hug and a kiss and then moved to Lennie and did the same before turning back to the younger man.

“Yes, I am, Trent! Great to see you tonight! I saw your name on the list, and it made me tingle!” Summer looked at the second man and, continuing the ruse, said in a warm voice and with a big smile while holding out her hand to shake his, “You must be Lennie! So glad you are here! I know you will have a great time!” she winked at him as she said it, letting Lennie know his cover was safe.

“Damn, look at those tits, Lennie. It’s unbelievable that I haven’t had her for nearly a year now. Fuck! They’re huge and look so perfect, not an ounce of sag! And that face, oh man, that innocent-looking face—who would ever guess that she is a married woman who takes dick for money like nobody’s business? I am so glad her husband lets her whore herself out.”

Trent stared directly into her eyes and proclaimed, “Honey, I’ve waited too long for a return engagement with you. Expect me to call DJ and schedule you for an overnighter!”

She smiled back and said, “Oh, Trent, I can’t wait!” She turned to let the two men inside and, leading them in, wiggled her naked butt as a tease, leading them into the large suite.

Lennie followed Trent in and observed the crowd of men that had already arrived. He counted eight other men, all dressed well if informally. Lennie estimated there were a couple of them at least as old as he was, maybe a few years older, but not in as good shape as he was. Most of the men seemed to be in their 40s or 50s, and two of them appeared to be twins, looking identical except for the different colored jackets. Two of them had the air of being in their early or mid-30s. Two of the men were Black and seemed to be retired athletes. All were standing around with a drink in their hands and talking like any normal cocktail party, some talking at length, some bantering back and forth, and some laughing at what the other said.

“Can I get you something to drink, Lennie?” the naked blonde asked as she smiled. “Your regular, Buffalo Trace on the rocks? And Trent, an Old-Fashioned for you?”

He grinned as Trent smiled and gave the high sign. Summer had most definitely done her homework. It seemed she knew the favorite drink of every participant. The app had done her right one more time. “So, this is what $5,000 buys you,” he mumbled to himself, admiring her stunning nude body as it weaved through the room of men to the bar. One of the twins, staring at the same naked body as Lennie was, said, “Stunning, simply stunning.” He nodded, and she retreated to the back wall to make their drinks.

As she handed Lennie his drink, he asked her, “Summer, I thought that Taylor was going to be the only working girl here tonight?”

“Well, Lennie, yes and no. She will be the gangbang girl, but I am the hostess, and my duties are to greet everyone and make their drinks for the evening. I don’t fuck anybody. I’m here to support the star of the show. And one more thing, I’ll be your fluffer this evening.”

“Fluffer? You mean you are going to suck the dick of every man here?” Her comment caught him off guard.

“Any man that wants it, that’s what I’m here for, to make every man hard. I get paid well for three hours of off-and-on, naked cocksucking, and of course, also getting half of the tip money. Taylor’s gangbangs are famous for paying out great tips to the hostesses. We compete to have the honor of doing it. Sharon used to be her fluffer until she got too busy providing testing services. This is the third time that I’ve done this, and it’s a lot of fun.”

Right then, there were two knocks at the door, a pause, and then two more. “Excuse me, Lennie, let me catch the door.”

“David! Ricky! How are you gentlemen doing this evening?” She repeated her sensuous hug with each one, letting them fondle her naked body as they wanted to.

“David, your Margarita as normal, and Ricky, your regular, an Old-Fashioned?” Both nodded. She walked back to the bar and began preparing their drinks. Men continued to stare as she snaked between the men to the rear of the room and the bar. A couple of them shook their heads in admiration.

The conversations among the men carried on, some rambling on, some listening, and some talking back and forth. Most of the men knew each other, but for some, it was their first time at Taylor’s special event, and they were introducing each other to the rest of the gathered crowd. Everything was light, fun, and friendly.

Summer went around to ask the men one by one if they wanted another drink, smiling and laughing lightly as her hand brushed along an arm or a back to unconsciously send a signal of physical inclusion. An occasional hand brushing against her back, butt, or tit wasn’t shunned but rather welcomed. Occasionally, she felt a finger enter her pussy as if it were a normal thing.

After the drink orders were filled, Summer started walking around the room with what looked like two candy dishes. Except it wasn’t candy in the dishes, but blue and yellow pills.

To each man, she would stop to face him, and like any good hostess, she held out both dishes, smiled, and pleasantly asked, “Viagra or Cialis, which do you prefer, sir?” Each man selected his pill of choice and then sipped his drink to wash it down.

The men were scattered around the room. After the pills were handed out and the final drink requests were finished, she stood up on the coffee table in the middle of the room, displaying her fantastic young naked body with the giant F breasts in front of the large couch, and made an announcement.