UNCOVERED, Chapter 19: "Adding a Little Spice."

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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As some of you probably know, in 2017 Lily Collins published UNFILTERED, a book of essays about her life where she talked very openly about things that women struggle with: Body image, self-confidence, relationships, family, dating, etc. The book became a best-seller and inspired thousands of young girls around the world.

I've been informed by one of my sources that, due to its success, Lily spent most of her free time throughout quarantine working on a similar project, albeit with one very important difference. This next book is all about sex. She hopes that, by talking about her past experiences in a completely honest and explicit manner, she can help other women free themselves from the stigmas surrounding sex and the female body, and that they will find the strength to embrace their own sexuality with no shame and no regrets.

The following is one of the chapters I've managed to get my hands on through my Foktonian contact.

- Noopster.

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CHAPTER 19, "ADDING A LITTLE SPICE"

December of 2020, the MTV Greatest Of All Time Awards. In a year where most of the entertainment industry basically stopped because of the COVID-19 pandemic, awards shows revealed themselves to be even more of a silly, superfluous affair than everyone already suspected. The pageantry of the red carpet and all the glamour surrounding the ceremonies felt especially superficial and pointless in the face of all the misery affecting people around the globe. And yet, a part of me still missed them. For most of the year, and especially the summer, I had been reveling in my tomboyishness, wearing nothing but baggy clothes and barely putting on any makeup. On the off chance that I had to shoot a promo video for one of my projects or do an interview, I could get away with straightening my hair and putting on a cute top for the camera, while still keeping my old, comfy sweatpants on, thanks to the fact that only half of me was on frame.

And honestly, for most of it I felt extremely lucky to have a partner who didn't care how I dressed or looked around the house. After all, he loved me for who I was, and it also didn't seem to diminish his interest in me in the least. At least not at the beginning... But by the time December came around, Charlie had gotten too used to the tomboy look, and maybe too used to having me with him at all times too. So even though I had kept acting as if everything was still perfect, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off between us, that the fire was slowly but surely starting to die down. Of course I am aware that all couples start having sex less often as time goes by, it's completely natural and it happens to everyone, especially when you're both quarantined together for months on end, but it wasn't just that that was bothering me. Charlie had started to become more and more controlling since the engagement, like complaining about the outfits my stylist would suggest for the few covid-proof photoshoots I had to do for Emily in Paris and Mank, or "casually" (note the quotes there) asking me who I was just talking on the phone to. It was nothing big, and he never bossed me around or disrespected me in any way, but the gradual change in his attitude did bother me, and it had been for a while before it finally came to the surface in the worst possible way.

The people at MTV had taken safety measures to organize what, to my knowledge at least, would be the first awards ceremony to not take place remotely over Zoom or something like that, but with people really present and interacting with each other, albeit with all of the pertinent safe distancing, just like they used to do before the pandemic upended life for basically ever person on earth. I must confess that when they asked me to present one of the awards I was terribly excited. It was just a silly, completely unimportant thing that would surely be forgotten in a matter of weeks, but it had been so long since I had had the opportunity to actually get dressed up and go outside to a real event with real people that, to me, it almost felt like I had been asked to present at the Oscars.

If you're reading this, you probably already know what I ended up wearing that night, but I had initially picked something completely different, a simple but elegant white dress with just a tiny little bit of cleavage, and a beautiful pair of shiny silver, open-toed high heel pumps to go with it. My stylist had sent me several dresses to pick from and I had already made up my mind about that one, but then Charlie came into the room and I decided to make a joke. A stupid, harmless joke that, on any other day, would've been completely inconsequential to our relationship. But fate had other plans it seemed, and when he asked me which dress out of all the ones laid out on our bed I had chosen, I thought it would be funny to tell him it was the black one, the one made out of latex that looked more like what a dominatrix would wear to a fancy dinner before taking the host down to the basement to be punished and degraded.

I was expecting him to laugh or make a funny comment and that would be it, the latex outfit would go back to my stylist along with the rest of the unpicked outfits and we'd forget about it forever. Except what Charlie did was look at me with a raised eyebrow and then scoff.

I should probably mention that things were already tense between us after I had asked him to attend the event with me. Not only had he refused, but he had done so in such a smug manner. It wasn't his kind of thing, he had said, but his tone made it sound like he was so above it all, like the very notion of having to put on a suit and step on the red carpet with his future wife was so beneath him that the mere suggestion of it was laughable.

I told him it was fine, but what I didn't say was how stupid he had made me feel. Yes, award shows were vane, yes they were unimportant, but I grew up loving the glamour and the magic of Hollywood and it had always bothered me that he, as the son of a very famous leading man, could be so dismissive of the very thing that had allowed him to live such a privileged life. As the daughter of one of the most notorious musicians in the world, I had also lived a privileged life, but I had always tried to make sure not to forget how lucky I was, and that millions of less fortunate people around the world can only dream of experiencing what Charlie or I might consider more of the same old same old.

I’m still not sure of what it was about that reaction that irked me so much, maybe I was just in a mood that day, but it felt so dismissive, so incredibly condescending. So instead of saying nothing and going on with my day like I would usually do, I suddenly heard myself aggressively asking, "What?!"

"Nothing," he replied as he moved on to our bathroom.

"No, what is it?" I insisted.

"Babe, come on, I know you didn't pick that one."

He said it with the toothbrush in his mouth and even with all that foam over his mouth I could still see the derisive little smile on his lips so clearly.

"Why? You don't think I can pull it off?"

He spat in the sink and looked at me in the mirror. "I'm sure you can but..."

"But what, Charlie?" I pressed on, arms crossed over my chest and a lot more upset than I would like to admit.

"I mean, it's just so... not you."

I don't want to bore you, dear reader, with all the details or the argument that ensued, suffice it to say I had had enough. Charlie loved me, I had no doubt about that, but on that day I had seen him turn into the kind of sneering, unenthusiastic boyfriend I had been with several times before, and after those relationships had failed miserably I had promised myself that I would never let that happen to me again, that I would never let a man tell me who I was or what I could be.

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Less than 24 hours later I was stepping onto that red carpet clad in black latex. I was by myself, posing for the cameras in the tightest outfit I had ever worn. You see, wearing nothing but latex is a pretty odd sensation at first, it is really like no other piece of clothing or fabric I can think of. It's warm and tight and feels ultra smooth. It brushes against your skin in a way that cloth fabrics don't. It is loud, loud to the touch and to the eyes.

The people at MTV had indeed done everything in their power to make the event feel as normal as possible. There were photographers, interviewers, security guys, the whole shebang. Everyone was wearing masks and social distancing as much as possible, but us "celebrities" (sorry, I know it's so obnoxious to call myself that) had all been tested several times and could walk around and interact without anything on our faces. And so, I did my usual routine, smiling and posing for the cameras, feeling a little bit stiff at first due to the extreme snugness of the material. The thing was so tight around me that I felt like I could barely move or breathe in it. Thankfully, I had enough experience in wearing corsets while I was shooting The Last Tycoon to know how to deal with it, and the longer I wore it, the more it started to conform and find a perfect fit to my body.

Walking down the red carpet, I was a little self conscious of turning around because of the way the dress curved so smoothly around my bottom. I almost couldn't believe it the first time I checked myself on the mirror, the way it brought out the contour of my booty, essentially taking on it's exact shape until it was more of a second skin than a garment.

Latex always attracts a lot of attention by virtue of it's shine. I was fully aware of that going in, but nothing could have prepared me for the ridiculous levels of excitement that outfit seemed to elicit. From the very moment I turned and looked back over my shoulder at the camera (one of my favorite poses on any red carpet since I can remember), I could tell something was different, as if the cameras were clicking faster, more frantically than ever before. And from that point on it was one awkward interaction with a drooling, fawning celebrity or staff member after another. Even some of the women there couldn't stop looking at me, or rather, they couldn't stop looking at my behind.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to be falsely modest here. I work hard on my body and I know it shows, and I have been told on numerous occasions that I have an especially plump bottom for someone of my size and weight, but on that night it was as if I had a magnet back there, constantly attracting every eye in the place directly to it. At one point I had to check myself out in one of the monitors just to make sure I didn't have a piece of gum or something weird on there. But no, it was just me and the black, shimmering latex hugging the curve of my cheeks so tightly that I might as well could have put on a sign on my back that said LOOK AT MY ASS.

I don't usually dress in tight clothes, or particularly extravagant outfits, and so at first I found all of that attention to be overwhelming. I felt like a walking fetish, the loudness of the latex had completely surpassed any of my previous red carpet looks in the attention-grabbing department in a manner I was totally unprepared for, and the raunchy associations the material tends to invoke in some peoples’ minds were starting to worry me a bit. But it was also somewhat empowering to realize that I still had it, after having spent so much time worrying about Charlie's tepid attitude towards me.

Vanessa Hudgens was hosting and every single one of us there was awe struck by how incredibly sexy she looked in that long, peach colored dress with midriff cuts showing her sexy belly button piercing.

She changed into a few more outfits as the event continued, each just as sexy as the one before. I had met Vanessa on several occasions throughout the years and we were friendly, but not close at all. Maybe because I always found her raw, unyielding sex appeal to be more than a little intimidating, or maybe we just weren’t interested in the same things. She's always been the party girl with the slutty outfits and the wild antics, whereas I had always been... well, none of those things.

The awards ceremony itself went on as planned. They were all purposefully silly categories like Best Scream Queen or Best Dynamic Duo, and it did feel very strange to go on stage all dolled up in my shiny latex dress to present an award in front of a green screen to no audience, and to have the recipients give thanks via Zoom on a screen. The irony of being there to present the award to the "G.O.A.T. Heartbreaking Breakup" was not lost on me, and as I put on a smile to deliver my lines I couldn't help but fear that if things didn't change, a Heartbreaking Breakup of my own could be in my future.

But aside from that, it was still a super fun night. I got to say hi to people I had not seen in years like Neve Campbell and Sofia Carson and, most of all, it just felt really, really, good to be around people again. I was having so much fun hanging out backstage with everyone that I might have overdone it a little bit with the drinks, and by the time everyone started either going home or heading to one of several afterparties I was feeling more than a little tipsy.

I figured it was time to go home before I made a fool of myself and I was already on my way to get a car to drive me home when Vanessa came out of nowhere and hugged me.

"Lily, it's been so long!" she said in her usual cheerful demeanor, "And you look so fucking hot!" The bluntness of that last comment surprised me at first, but then I thought, ‘It's Vanessa, she's always like this’. I thanked her for the compliment, trying not to stare too much at her beautiful curvy body in that strapless, short black dress. 

Her boobs looked absolutely amazing in it, almost spilling out of the top the entire time and jiggling like crazy with even the slightest of movements. With all that alcohol in my system, It was very hard to keep my cool, but I somehow managed to tell her she looked good too without fawning over her and embarrassing myself.

She asked me what afterparty I was heading to and I told her I was just gonna go home. She was not surprised, my bland reputation preceded me. "You could do that..." she started saying while grabbing my hand, "...or you could go with me, I'm having a little get-together with a few friends over at Walt's spot."

I had no idea who Walt was, and my first instinct was to politely refuse the invitation, as I usually did, but the prospect of going back home to Charlie so soon after having made such a big deal of him not accompanying me and everything else we argued about seemed less-than-stellar. I'm still not sure how it happened, Vanessa can be that enchanting I guess, but not even 5 minutes later I was in the back of a limousine with her, catching up on what each of us had been doing since the quarantine started.

I had a couple more drinks and less than an hour later I was sitting in my pretty latex dress on the floor of a very fancy rooftop lounge next to Vanessa and some of her "friends". I put that in quotes because they were all evidently older than us, and people who I had either never seen before, or that I had no idea Vanessa had any connection with. On our way there she had told me it would just be a small group of people, and that everyone had been tested the same as us, but I never expected that it would just be five middle-aged guys in business suits and us two. Their chosen spot also seemed strange to me. Decorated in a stunning Moroccan style with rugs, pillows, throws, curtains, hanging lamps and candles, the room looked like something from Lawrence of Arabia, and it struck me as a strange choice for a group entirely composed of white guys. 

Vanessa seemed extremely comfortable with them, but I was having a bit of trouble dealing with the fact that I had somehow ended up with a bunch of rich guys in suits sitting on pillows while hot, scantily-dressed waitresses served us expensive wine and cheeses.

"Vanessa, what is this?" I whispered into her ear at the cusp of my apprehension.

"Just a little gathering with some close friends, Lily. Don't worry, these things always start slow but end up being a blast."

'A blast?' I thought, how could a reunion with these types end up being a blast? So far all they had done was talk about the industry and politics, or go on and on about expensive cars and trips on private jets around the world. It was obvious they were powerful, well-connected men. They had stories about dinner parties with the Obamas and fishing trips with some of the richest people on the face of the earth. Impressive for sure, but not exactly the most fun crowd to hang out with. Still, I was already there, and that was better than stewing silently at home next to Charlie. Besides, the wine was excellent, and the longer I spent there the more I started liking the place. Both the lighting and the music were low and soft, creating a warm, cozy, inviting ambiance that gradually began to make me feel more comfortable. Pretty soon I found myself laughing at some of their anecdotes, even if I was still too shy to fully join their conversations.

Vanessa must've noticed that, because at one point she held my hand and leaned in to ask me if I was having fun.

"Yeah, this is nice," I replied, suddenly realizing just how drunk I sounded. She grinned and wrapped her arm around mine, her fingers lightly caressing mine. "I know they don't look like much, but trust me, these guys can show you a great time."

"Who are they again?" I whispered. I wasn't sure what she had meant and in my drunken mind I was trying to get more information out of her before making any embarrassing assumptions.

"Just really close friends," she replied with a flirty little smile.

"But who are they, you haven't even told me their names."

"We don't use names here, Lily, we don't need them."

"Okaaaay..." I was starting to get a weird vibe, not just from her, but from the men too. Weirdest of them all was the overweight man across the room from me, who had not said one word the entire time I had been there.

"What about that guy, doesn't he talk?"

"No, he just likes to watch."

"...Watch what exactly?"

Vanessa turned to me and leaned close into my ear, her lips were grazing my earlobe when she whispered, "The after party." I felt a delicious shiver coursing through me and goosebumps raising all over my arm. That was when it really clicked for me, I was very drunk and, for some, unclear reason, very horny too. Noticing how I reacted to that, Vanessa went in for the kill. "Who do you want first?" she said very softly in this breathy voice, dripping with lust, that sent a jolt through me, "Red Tie is a talker, Bowtie can go on for hours, No Tie likes it rough, and Blue Tie over there... he has the biggest cock."

I was shocked to say the least, but before I could even start to react Vanessa had begun nibbling on my earlobe and it was as if my whole body had already decided to surrender. "Didn't you say you had a fight with your fiancé today?" she said before putting her soft, warm lips to the side of my neck.

"Y--yes, but this is..." I couldn't even finish the sentence, Vanessa was in full temptress mode and I was powerless to fight her. All I could do was tilt my head to the side, allowing her more room to titillate and tease me with her irresistible lips. "Lily, you don't put on a dress like that just to go back home and watch Impractical Jokers reruns with your boyfriend," she said between kisses. She had stopped whispering, everyone could hear her now and her lips kept slowly and steadily traveling down to my collarbone. "You made a decision when you put this on. This is a slut's dress, a ‘Fuck Me’ dress. You know it, I know it, and they know it too."

Her hand had been caressing my body while she said those words. The latex had become like a second skin at that point and I could feel every touch of her fingers as they traveled from my thighs to my stomach and then to my chest. "I knew you would end up here the moment I saw you in it."

I was scared, to be completely honest, but I was also extremely aroused and powerless to stop her as she squeezed my right breast. All the men were staring at us. They had stopped talking and the waitresses were gone. I glanced down and saw that one of her breasts was about to pop out of her top. The light brown areola and the hardened nipple in plain sight for everyone to see. I felt myself blushing as she moved to grope my left breast. I was so nervous, but I was also enjoying the attention. After being with Charlie for so long, I had started to feel like he no longer looked at me like he did at the beginning. I was now his wife-to-be and, as much as I knew he loved me, that spark we had at the beginning had been missing for some time. That look of unbridled lust in his eyes, the look these men had in droves.

"Come on, come with me," Vanessa said, offering me her hand. I took it and she helped me up.

"What are we doing?" I asked sheepishly as she led me to the center of the circle.

"Just dance with me."

I tried to say something else but she pulled me close and, wrapping her arms around me, she added, "Relax, Lily, you're among friends."

We started slow dancing, Vanessa's hands all over me, the wine clouding my mind. It was a surreal feeling having everyone watch us, feeling the wetness between my legs growing as her hands roamed up and down my body, the latex intensifying every single sensation on my skin. And I will never forget their eyes, I will never forget the way they looked at me, the way Charlie hadn't looked at me in months. I knew those were not easily impressed men. They were powerful, wealthy men. Men like that are used to sleeping with the hottest women in the world. To think that I could elicit such a reaction from them, it overwhelmed me, impaired my judgement. At one point I saw one of them, whom she had referred to as Bowtie, rubbing his penis through his pants. 'Oh God what are we doing,' I thought, but then again, I was putting on a show with Vanessa for them, so what else was I expecting? Then she started kissing my neck so delicately, so deliciously, it was even in sync with the song! No one had ever figured me out like Vanessa, not on the first time at least. I can confirm all the things you've probably heard about her are true, she knew exactly where and how to touch me, she really is a sexual virtuoso.

Her hands moved down to my bottom and cupped my cheeks, "So juicy!" she laughed in my ear, pointing my ass in the direction of the man with the red tie, squeezing and lifting my ass as she presented it to him like a present. "Vanessa, what is going on?" I asked, more as a way to save face than as an actual question. Of course I knew what she was doing, what was happening. It was just like she had said, I had chosen to put that latex dress on, to show off my curves and my body, knowing fully well that the way it made my figure look would attract everyone's attention. It was why I had chosen it. So when I felt that stranger's hand grabbing me, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of my latex-clad cheeks, all I could do was go with it and bend over a little more for him as he played with them, massaged and groped them like two ripe pieces of fruit. I was getting exactly what I was going for when I picked that dress, whether I had known it at the time or not, and when she made me turn so the guy next to him could handle and fondle me too, I just had to laugh and enjoy it.

Maybe I shouldn't have, maybe I should have acted like a proper lady and said, "I'm sorry, I’m in love with my fiancé and I can't do this", but I was angry and hurt, so instead I let them do whatever they wanted with me. I giggled like an idiot as Vanessa, always the instigator, turned me time and time again so each of them had a turn spanking me, putting their hands all over my shimmery, plump ass. And they were greedy with those hands. The guy with no tie squeezed me so hard that I almost shed a tear at one point. Wearing latex changes how you perceive touch. This is true of many a fabric, but with latex you do not feel like you’re wearing fabric, so it feels more like a change in how your very skin feels. When something brushes against your latex-covered skin, you can feel it as if it were touching you directly, including the temperature of it - but it feels different. This ‘different’ sensation causes you to feel it more strongly, more intensely, more consciously. This was all very new to me, and I found myself gasping after every spank, sighing softly when they squeezed, and biting my lip, missing their touch when they let me go.

After a brief moment of reprieve, I looked back at Vanessa and saw that wicked little smile she is so famous for, and felt her slowly pulling down one of the straps of my dress. God she was so good, playing me like a fiddle. I had heard stories about her sexual prowess, but experiencing it in real life was mesmerizing. I was a puppet in her hands, and how skilled my puppetmaster was. After she pulled the second strap down she ran the tip of her fingers down my sides, applying just enough pressure to make me shiver and tremble with anticipation. By the time she started to pull my top down I was so lost in her spell that I could do nothing but sigh as she exposed me to everyone there.

"Aren't these pretty?" she asked them, like she was showing them a precious object, diamond earrings or something. Of course I felt objectified, even more so than before. And then I realized that was exactly what I needed. I was there to be lusted after. Charlie loved me to death and I loved him too, but the way these men were looking at my small breasts was pure, unmitigated fire. I looked down and saw that Bowtie had pulled his dick out. It was big and hard and hairy, and he started stroking it as Vanessa began to tease my nipples. She noticed him too so she made me turn and face him. I felt like some sort of plaything, being the center of attraction, paraded for each one, simultaneously worshipped and degraded, the sweat on my pale chest glimmering under the dim lights just like the rest of my dress. A goddess and a whore, all at once.

Vanessa then began to kiss my breasts, making a show of it for the attentive audience. The rest of them had pulled their members out too, stroking them to me, to my body. That was when it hit me, Charlie and I had talked about a situation like this. I had been very open about my past, unorthodox sexual experiences and so had he. We had agreed that we didn't want to become one of those couples that get bored of sex because they repeat the same thing over and over again. We had made a promise to ourselves that we would continue to be open to new things. It wasn't my fault that he had become so complacent. I was still true to my promise and I could let this go as far as I wanted. There were no feelings involved. I wasn't going to run off with one of them or go back to Charlie and change my feelings about him. None of these guys were offering me anything in exchange for my body. All they wanted was pleasure and excitement, just like me. They were getting a good show and I in turn was getting to feel desired again, to feel special.

Maybe with less alcohol in me I would've thought about it differently, but Charlie and I had a deal, I had said yes to those threesomes and played along with his anal fixation, I had earned the right to have fun on my own for a change.

Vanessa made me moan out loud and snap out of my thoughts from licking my nipples. She had broken me and everyone saw it, but I wasn't ashamed of it, just a little nervous for what was to come.

She raised her head, smiled at me and said, "Show them."

"What?"

"Show them!"

"Show them what?"

I honestly didn't know, or maybe I was just too comfortable letting her lead me, teach me what was next. "The goods," she said softly, wrapping her arms around my waist and starting to hike up my skirt. The latex resisted at first, but this wasn't Vanessa's first rodeo, and she kept on going. All I could do was look at her pleased expression, feeling my face blushing even more as the latex squeaked and the cool air began to hit the back of my sweaty thighs. I don't know how she did it with such ease, it had been such hard work just to squeeze myself into that thing, but Vanessa managed to undo all that hard work in a matter of seconds. Trying the dress on at home, I had realized the thing was so form-fitting that even the skimpiest of thongs left a visible panty line that I didn't like, and so as soon as she had my dress hiked up all the way to my waist, there was nothing left to cover me.

I felt shy and aroused at the same time. I squealed when she spanked me, the sound of her palm hitting my bare flesh still ringing in my ears as she began to play with my cheeks, holding them tightly, slightly spreading them, pushing them together. It was all a preamble before she pulled them apart, spreading me nice and wide and exposing my most intimate areas to all the men around us. That was a first for me, I had only seen girls do that in porn, and I would've never dreamed of being in that position with people who I had just met. But I absolutely loved it, and as she handled and turned me so each guy could get a close look, I wondered if they could see the wetness on my lips and bit my lip to keep myself from moaning at the thought of it.

I was too excited and nervous to realize that Bowtie had crawled to me from behind and suddenly I let out a gasp when I felt his face right on me. I don't know what came over me but I instantly bent over and lunged forward, throwing my arms around Vanessa's neck as that man buried his face in my crack, "Oh my God..." I quietly whispered in a tiny little voice as that stranger whose face I couldn't even picture licked around my asshole, pressing his thumb on my clit at the same time. I couldn't believe the things I was feeling, and when Vanessa slowly let go of me I found myself reaching back and opening my ass for him, feeling his warm, wet tongue prodding into me.

Vanessa grinned at me as she hiked up her skirt too, her left breast now hanging out of her top and the right one very close to doing the same, just as Blue Tie crawled to her from behind. She reached back and pushed his face into her ass, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. I struggled to stay on my feet with Bowtie’s tongue sinking into my anus, and I moaned with lust, pushing myself back onto his face. That made Vanessa giggle. "That's right, honey, lick little Lily's shit hole," she said, "like the twisted pervert you are!"

"Don't you love it, Lily? Isn't so sexy to feel him licking your little hole like that?" Her voice went from loud to quiet, "...I can't wait to taste it myself."

Despite everything going on, that still shocked me, but not as much as the two fingers that suddenly entered my pussy without any kind of warning. I whimpered, and Vanessa seemed delighted by that. "Yes, Baby Girl!"

I saw her open her mouth, her tongue slowly coming out to lick me from chin to nose and then I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed my mouth on hers and kissed her like I hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. We made out while getting our holes fingered and licked, two sluts completely lost in the moment. Our kiss was so powerful that we ended up on the floor, both of us on our hands and knees, devouring each other’s mouths while the men behind us feasted on our wet holes.

In that position, the next touch of his tongue had me screaming in pleasure. My hands tightened on the pillows under me as his tongue returned to my tight hole. I pushed back, wanting him to go deeper, and his hand reached around so he could apply pressure to my clit. I broke the kiss so I could glance over at the other three men, their pants around their ankles, their eyes glazed with lust while they stroked their cocks to us.

All of my sheepishness was gone, I wanted to taste them, I wanted them to fill me. Vanessa noticed this, of course, and after giving me one last, sloppy kiss, she asked me if I was ready.

"Ready for what?" I asked stupidly.

She licked her lips and nodded towards the men still sitting with their dicks in their hands. I hesitated, despite the fire burning within me, but when she took my hand and led me towards them, all I could do was follow. I crawled like a bitch to their corner of the room and when she let me go I had a brief moment of reflection. There I was, on my hands and knees, my dress around my waist and my hand wrapped around the penis of a man whose name I didn't even know. ‘If Charlie could see me now,’ I said to myself.

I looked up at him, red tie, the talker. My lips were just a couple of inches away from his member, and he met my gaze with the most lustful pair of eyes I had seen in a long time. "What are you waiting for?" Vanessa giggled in my ear, and when the man's hand landed on top of my head he didn't even have to push down. I went for it myself, my head moved on its own and my mouth looked for his cock and found it.

"There you go!" I heard Vanessa laugh as I wrapped my lips around that stranger's cockhead. I thought of Charlie again and how blowing him had started to become something of a chore lately. Then I heard Red Tie sighing as he reached for one of my breasts, and Charlie was gone, I was gone. I started bobbing on that dick like my life depended on it, wanting not just to pleasure him but to impress him, Vanessa, and everyone else there.

"Mmmm, look at her go," I heard her saying before she went ahead and did the same with the guy without a tie. That little bit of praise from her made me feel even more enthusiastic about blowing that stranger, and I went all in, swallowing him all the way to the base. Luckily for me, his dick wasn't that big, couldn't have been longer than 6", but it was thrilling to feel him in the back of my throat and I was glad to stay right there for as long as I could, getting even more turned on by the way he kept pushing me down and calling me a “Good little slut.”

I felt the pressure on the back of my head loosen and I was finally allowed to breathe again. Allowed to... it seems funny now as I tell you this story to think I had given those strangers such power over me, but it was all part of the fun of it, and as I gasped for air and wiped some of the spit from my chin, I could see Vanessa out of the corner of my eye, gorging herself on two cocks at the same time. She couldn't stop smiling as her mouth switched from one fat, swollen head to the other, her hands jerking in perfect synch without losing a beat.

I looked up at Red Tie with teary eyes and loved seeing the expression of raw, unrepentant desire on his face as he teased my nipples and smeared my own spit across my chest. "Keep sucking," he simply told me, and I was as docile as a puppy. I laid on my side so I could use both my hands, grabbing his balls with one and the base of his prick with the other, my head resting on his thigh as I brought the head to my lips and suckled on it.

From that angle I could see Vanessa better. She had stood up and I watched her juicy, bubble ass jiggle as she pulled her dress down. She didn't take it off like a cheap stripper, no, just like with everything else, she was sultry and erotic, completely in command of her body and the room. Every move had purpose. She knew the effect she had on them, on me, on everyone, and she took full advantage of it. Standing in nothing but a miniscule black thong, she pouted her lips and pushed her glorious breasts together while she turned so we all could admire her sculpted body. The black thong she had on was virtually buried inside her ass crack as her plump cheeks stood out proudly, and as she continued to turn I saw the outside of her pussy lips sticking out around the tiny front part of her thong. She took pleasure in showing herself off, running her hands over her breasts and her crotch as she watched them stroke themselves, and when she finally decided to stop teasing them, the sight of her coming back down to join them was so erotic. She saw me checking her out and grinned at me before giving one of those fully erect cocks a good squeeze. She just looked so comfortable and in control as she put her back to No Tie’s chest, pulled the crotch of her thong aside and shoved his cock in her ass, immediately looking for Bowtie’s dick in front of her to fill her pussy, all of it with the ease of someone who had performed that same maneuver many times before.

I was still trying my best to pleasure Red Tie. He stroked my hair while I licked around his head and massaged his balls, wet with my saliva. I traced my tongue around the underside and continued all the way down to his scrotum, sucking one of his balls into my mouth and hearing him groan in appreciation. I in turn moaned around his testicle as Blue Tie finally decided to join us, my body welcoming his hands on my ass and his fingers in my pussy.

But I still could not stop watching Vanessa, that glorious sex Goddess, taking two men at the same time like it was nothing.

"Isn't this the fucking best, Lily?" she laughed, arching her back as the two guys began to thrust into her. The dick in my hand throbbed and I gripped it tighter, I could tell he was close to climax, and so I was from the way Blue Tie was finger-fucking me, alternating between massaging and playfully spanking my butt as I continued gorging on that juicy, hairy prick.

I slobbered all over one dick while I began to feel another one rubbing up against my wet lips. I felt like such a whore, about to take two men at the same time. I know this will sound strange to many of you who haven't been in this position, but as I pulled back and his manhood slipped from fingers I started thinking, if I stop now, I've just cheated on my fiancé, but if I keep going then it's all part of the game. One man was cheating, but several was just sex.

I raised my leg to give Blue Tie better access and felt the pre-cum on my labia right before he pushed inside, "Oh God!" I whimpered, corroborating what Vanessa had told me about his size. He started to fuck me raw and hard, just like I had hoped he would, while I wrapped my lips tightly around the other guy's shaft and stroked faster, still entranced by Vanessa's exhibition.

Her facial expression was saying it all, just how unabashedly she loved having two men inside of her at the same time, but it was still music to my ears to her her scream and cry, "OH FUCK... YOU'VE GOT ME SOOO FULL... OH FUCK ME... FUCK ME HARDER... PLEEEEEEASE... IT FEELS SOOO GOOOOOOD... DON'T STOP... KEEP POUNDING MY PUSSY... KEEP FUCKING MY ASS... YEEEEESSSSS!"

It really was a sight to see, the harder they thrusted into her, the harder she pushed back. Each thrust left her wanting more, as if nothing, not even those two fat cocks pumping into her greedy holes, could be enough to satisfy her.

I carried on pleasuring Red Tie, Vanessa's cries of pleasure and the smell of sweaty balls that filled my nostrils making me hotter as I opened wide and took him in deep, loving the way it felt hitting the back of my throat while another cock hit the deepest part of my pussy. I couldn't help myself; I inhaled his scent before pulling it out so I could take one of his plump balls into my mouth again. I never thought a sweaty man could taste so good. I whimpered as Blue Tie bottomed inside of me. My hips thrusted back into him as he spanked me, sending pain shooting through me, but it was a good pain and I needed more of it. I took Red Tie's other ball into my mouth, reaching down between my legs to flick my swollen clit while he pinched one of my nipples. The sensation almost sent me over the edge. Blue tie's thrusts became faster, his thick, long shaft fucking my sweet little pussy so good that I had to pull the other dick out of my mouth so I could scream and thank him for it.

"Don't stop sucking," Red Tie chastised me. He pushed me down and I took him in my mouth again right on time to feel it, the warmness of his sperm on my tongue. I absolutely loved the way he groaned as he spurted more and more of his seed into my mouth and I found myself savagely rubbing my clit to it, swirling my tongue around the head as the last few drops dribbled out of it. When he was done I opened my mouth and let his cum spill out of me, coating his dick and balls as I gave him a few last strokes.

"LOOK AT YOU, LILY, I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE SUCH A SLUT!" Vanessa congratulated me over the sound of two pairs of balls slapping against her fat ass cheeks. Her voluptuous body was glistening with sweat as all three of them rocked together, those two thick poles being shoved deep in her cunt like they were filming a porno.

I was still holding on to Red Tie's softening penis, my left hand massaging his balls, soaked in the mixture of his cum and my spit, but I couldn't take it anymore, listening to Vanessa crying out for more encouraged me to stop being so passive and take control.

And so, enticed and overwhelmed by everything going on, I pushed Blue Tie off me and got back on my feet. Then, with my dress crumpled around my waist, I stepped over him. He smiled at me and I smiled back before turning my back on him. I stood on my black heels for a moment, watching Vanessa playing with her tits while getting fucked from front and back before I began to squat down. I felt the guy's hands on my lower back and then wrapped around my butt and I grabbed his gigantic, uncut cock, shiny with my pussy juice, and guided it inside me. I descended on it until it was all inside me and then I started to bounce on it, fast and hard, smiling to myself as I thought of the view he must've had back there, my plump little cheeks bouncing on top of his stomach, making his massive prick disappear over and over again.

He felt a lot bigger that way and with every squat I could feel it filling me completely, almost painfully so. But watching Vanessa had me enthralled and electrified, she was now an all fours on top of one guy while the other fucked her ass from behind, her tanned, toned body all sweaty and jiggly, the biggest smile of satisfaction on her face as she pushed back on those two cocks, demanding to be fucked harder without having to say a word.

I looked over at Mute Guy, tugging at his manhood in the corner and wondered, if I had not been there, would Vanessa have fucked all of them? Maybe she would've found someone else, maybe not, but ultimately I decided I didn't care. I closed my eyes and leaned forward so I could hold on to Blue Tie's legs, and gave him everything I had, bouncing on his dick like a woman possessed.

"Lily wants more, you guys, no need to be shy!" I heard Vanessa laugh before she reached out and spanked my right butt cheek.

She must've seen the smile on my lips as I grunted and grinded with all of my heart because then she started cheering me on. "Yeah! Bounce on that big cock, Lily! You go, girl!" she kept shouting, slapping my butt after every inspiring declaration. I was close, so close, and with every passing second I could feel my body getting ready to explode. Suddenly I was being pushed forward. Blue Tie had decided to take the lead from me and I ended up on all fours, getting pounded in doggystyle right next to Vanessa. Suddenly our eyes met, her big juicy breasts dangling wildly below after every push and my small ones doing the same. We turned to each other and our lips met again. I felt like her equal for the first time, two beautiful, sexually liberated young women enjoying their bodies without shame or guilt, free of the trappings of our shame-ridden, patriarchal society.

I grunted and gasped as that man spanked and fucked me with all the energy and urgency that my fiancé had been lacking all year, enjoying every single second of his thick, juicy, powerful prick sinking into my loins, and the sharp sting on my cheeks as he continued to strike them with his open hand, calling me his "Pale little whore" time and time again.

I lost track of how long I had been there, moaning like an animal before the guy finally lost it and exploded inside of me. Feelings of guilt came back to me when I realized that another man was finishing inside me for the first time since Charlie and I had become engaged, but before I had time to process those feelings, Vanessa had grabbed me by the chin and pulled me in for another kiss.

My mind went blank as her tongue swirled around mine and that big cock pulsated inside of me. I felt like I could taste every drop of sweat and precum of the men that had been in her mouth, as well as every single drop of sperm flooding my womb, and then I started cumming too.

I moaned into Vanessa's mouth and felt my whole body shaking while the man inside me kneaded my ass cheeks and thrusted into me a few more times. Then I went limp, and both of them let me go. I could hear Vanessa giggling above me as I panted and moaned with my face resting on the floor. The warm cum dribbling out of me felt so good as it ran down my sore lips and when I heard Vanessa crying out that she was also cumming, I had to turn around and watch the spectacle of her orgasm.

"Oooh gawwwd!" she moaned hoarsely, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body started to convulse. I was in awe of her, she looked so amazing with her face buried in one guy's chest, the fat of her big, juicy ass rippling as the shaking continued throughout her entire being.

The two men fucking her had not stopped pounding her the entire time and as her quivering, shambling body jerked taut, I saw No Tie pulling out of her ass and getting back to his feet. Vanessa was still too caught up in enjoying the after-shocks of her orgasm as Bowtie rolled her over on her back. Now that we were lying next to each other, she turned to me with this look of utter jubilation as they stood over our heads and, with a croaking half-whisper she said, "Isn't this a blast?"

I nodded, my eyes going from her gorgeous, beaming smile to the two men now standing above us, jerking their cocks to both of our naked, sweaty forms.

"Are you ready, boys?" she said to them, and they immediately moved another step closer, until they were right on top of us. It sounded to me like they had done this particular move many times before, and when Vanessa grabbed me and pulled me into her arms I was more than happy to be embraced by the ringleader of that deviant circus.

I shuddered as she held me, her lips on my neck and her hands moving to softly fondle my small breasts. I twitched as her nails scraped over my taut stomach, and straight out gasped when she arrived at my swollen clit. She wrapped her lips around one of my nipples and dug her long nails into my ass cheek as she pulled me in even tighter. I instinctively responded by squeezing hers with my two hands, the feeling of her fat, juicy flesh between my fingers filling my head with nothing but lust again. I had almost forgotten about the men, I could only hear the sound of their wet cocks being stroked as Vanessa continued pleasuring me. She pushed two fingers inside of my cum-flooded pussy while she thumbed my sensitive clit and little mews began coming out of my lips, sounds I had never heard myself making before.

"Oh fuck, here it comes!" a manly voice announced right before a jet of hot sperm landed across my chest and Vanessa's cheekbone. I heard the other man grunt and looked down to see Vanessa gazing up into my eyes as she nibbled on my nipple and jets of cum began showering both of us. A massive spurt hit me on the upper lip and splashed across my nose. Vanessa squealed with delight and a second spurt landed right on my left breast, splattering across Nessa's lips and chin before she happily lapped it all off my skin. Again I felt myself reaching the edge of pleasure and I licked the cream off my lips as the fat, mute guy finally left his seat and joined us. He had started cumming too and a huge sticky wad of his jizz flew into the air and landed on my cheekbone. The next one hit me on the right eyebrow and forced me to close my eyes, allowing me to focus on the sensation of splatter after splatter across my chest and stomach.

I felt my pussy spasm over and over around Vanessa's fingers, my moans becoming a wail that went on and on as another incredible orgasm roared through me. By the time my pleasure began to subside I was gulping for air like I had been underwater. My thighs were clenched tightly around Vanessa's wrist and her fingers were still moving inside of me. I wiped the cum off my eye and saw that both our bodies were glimmering, coated with cum and sweat.

I was exhausted. I began to relax and ease my thighs, allowing her arms to move so she could crawl up my body and kiss me on the mouth again, this time more tenderly, albeit that passion from before was still there. Strings of sticky cum still joined our lips once we finally stopped kissing and her little hand was rubbing and smearing more of that man milk around my breasts as if it was moisturizing lotion. 

"That was... amazing," I said, completely out of breath, feeling more relaxed than I had in God knows how long.

We stayed like that, caressing each other's naked bodies and even when all the men began putting their clothes back on and adjusting their ties, I didn't even feel the need to cover myself. Why would I, when Vanessa was still holding me close, still pleasuring me with sweet little kisses on my collarbone after having given me two of the most unforgettable orgasms of my entire life.

"Told you it would be fun," she said, playfully tapping my reddened and sore butt cheek.

Vanessa’s “friends” left without even saying goodbye, they had fucked us and left, just like that, and I could not believe how glad I was that I did not know who they were. In the end it was just me and her, holding each other on top of the wet, sticky rug. I have no idea how long we stayed there, basking in the aftermath of our little after party. I only remember laughing a lot, feeling like all of my problems and anxiety were very, very far away.

After we finally managed to get off each other, she helped me fix my dress and hair and took me to the bathroom to assist me in getting rid of the evidence. “Don’t worry, getting cum off of latex is super easy,” she reassured me, wiping me down with the gentleness and attention to detail of a true expert, “Trust me, I do it all the time.”

There were two limousines waiting to take each of us home when we exited the building, and we hugged and promised to keep in touch. I so loved that, even after our little orgy, there wasn’t any awkwardness between us, no unresolved feelings or regrets, we were just two friends happy to have shared a wonderful experience. We said goodbye with another kiss, a sweet, gentle one this time, and just before I got in the car she spanked me really hard on the right cheek. “See you at the next one, Lily!” she laughed and sauntered away.

Cum was still seeping out of me as I was driven home. I could also feel it all over my skin, as well as the memory of Vanessa's hands on every curve and crevice of my body. I was still reliving every moment in my head and replaying every action when I got a text from her.

“Maybe I’ll get to try it next time ; ) ”

“Try what?” I texted back.

“Your cream filling.”

I laughed out loud, without being totally sure that I would say yes to another one of those little get-togethers. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the experience, but I’m not like Vanessa, I just can’t see myself doing that sort of thing on a regular basis.

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As the car pulled up to my home, I started feeling anxious about what I was going to say to my fiancé when he saw me. The promise we had made was one thing, but we had never said anything about just going out and fucking a group of random people without so much as a warning.

Charlie was still on the couch, reading some spy novel he’d been raving about the day before. "Did you have fun?" He asked, barely acknowledging me, not taking his eyes from the page even for a second.

"I did," I replied very matter-of-factly before leaning to kiss him on the cheek.

"You smell like... a man."

"Hmm, I wonder why that could be," I replied defiantly.

I don’t know exactly what I was expecting his reaction to be, but when he closed the book and followed me into the bedroom I was getting myself ready for another fight. I could almost see the words HEARTBREAKING BREAKUP in gold letters floating above us as he closed the door behind him with this very serious expression on his face. I pretended not to notice him as I took off my earrings and put them down on the dresser. Just then I saw my reflection in the mirror and realized there was still a big white glob of dried up semen under my left breast. Charlie was right behind me, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes on that troublesome, white spot. A bolt of shame and panic struck me as our eyes met in the mirror. I was getting ready to defend myself, to remind him of our promise and call him a hypocrite for getting angry at me, but then… nothing, he did not seem mad at all. What was he thinking? I was sure he had seen it and that he had to know what it was. I smelled like a whorehouse, what else could it possibly be?

“Let me help you with this,” he said in complete control of himself while he pulled my zipper down. I was still in shock.

“Charlie, I--” I don’t even know what I was about to say, all of my bravado had gone out the window, but he didn’t let me finish anyway. “Long night, huh?” he remarked, and I just nodded silently as he helped me out my dirty, cum-smeared dress.

Neither of us said another word after that, I helped him out of his clothes and we stepped into the shower together. He made love to me there, with the same fire in his eyes that Vanessa’s friends had, and the passion that had been missing between us all Summer and Fall.

When all was said and done, my little act of rebellion had worked like a charm. Charlie and I never talked about what I did that night, but his demeanor definitely changed from that point on. You see, when we spend so much time with a person, even one we love, we can start to lose sight of what it was that we found so special about them in the first place.

Being free and uninhibited is beautiful. Trying something new is invigorating. Don’t live a boring life if you can add a little spice to it every once in a while.