One September, Friday night, the brown-haired, 25-y/o Georgia said, ‘I’m addicted to cum, so why shouldn’t I have bakkake-shower?’

‘You should, at The Warehouse. My friend, Bernard, manages it. I’ll call him,’ Dylan, her white, 27-y/o husband, replied.

He did and the white, 44-y/o Bernard asked, ‘How are you folk?’

‘We’re fine and Georgia’s as slutty as ever,’ Dylan answered.

‘I’d expect nothing less. She’s interested in the events I hold, isn’t she?’ Bernard inquired.

‘Yeah,’ Dylan said.

‘Okay. Leave everything to me. Tonight’s session starts at 10,’ Bernard informed the husband.

‘Thanks,’ Dylan responded before he told his wife to wear a black see-through dress.

Georgia obeyed, with her and Dylan getting in the latter’s car and him driving to The Warehouse.

Bernard met them at door, followed by him leading the husband and wife into a room containing a bathtub.

‘I have to go,’ he said, then departed.

Nonetheless, Georgia had scarcely removed her shoes and sat in the tub when 24, naked white men - wearing masks - surrounded her.

They started fondling their variously-sized pricks and laughing:

“Swim!” “Do the backstroke!” “Try not to sink!” “We aren’t life-guards!” “We aren’t coming to your rescue!” “Yeah, you whoring scum-bag!” - etc, etc.

Meanwhile, Georgia couldn’t believe what she was hearing as she thrust her finger into her vag and masturbated while Dylan watched and stroked his 10-inched penis.

Once the guys had drained their balls, however, they developed new erections

For 30 minutes, the rain continued until her dress was soaked and pecker-juice was covering her pretty face.

‘All right, we’ve flooded the bitch!’ one guy remarked as he and other’s disappeared.

Next, Dylan ejaculated into her mouth.

‘You really are a sperm-bank, aren’t you?’ he chuckled.

‘Yeah, I am,’ Georgia answered.

The husband then toweled her dry,

She stood, replaced her shoes and followed Dylan to his car.

They went home; he stripped and pounded her to an orgasm.

But The Warehouse became her favorite venue and she often returned to ‘swim.’