Scenes from a Gangbang

I went to Kelli's gangbang a couple weeks ago, held in a cheap hotel suite on the East Side of New York. Kelli fucks for fun and profit, of course, so the first order of business was handing my money over to her pimp at the door. Her pimp is also her husband, of course, and though he's a greasy, weaselly little fuck, it's hard not to admire a guy who sells his wife's holes to an interracial gang of non-disease-tested strangers for 200 bucks a pop.

I was a little late to the party, so as I was undressing off to the side, I stood there for a minute watching these five guys standing in a circle like a basketball huddle, knowing that sweet little Kelli had five dicks and 50 fingers - or some combination thereof - probing her orifices.

At one point, I was sitting back against the headboard, Kelli on all fours in front of me with her mouth on my dick. Behind her, a well-muscled black dude with an enormously thick (though not really long) cock was pushing it into her ass. Kelli let out a little gasp and buried her face into my thigh. I very firmly, but gently, took her hair in my fist, lifted her head up so she could see me, and pushed her mouth back down on my cock.

Her eyes, during that brief exchange, flashed at me in a kind of apology, because she understood completely. I'd paid my money at the door for the right to use her mouth, her cunt and her ass; I wasn't the one that invited the zucchini-dicked brother; If she had more cock in her ass than she was able to handle, that's too bad, but that's not my problem, so you don't stop sucking my dick. It was a total rookie mistake, but she seemed genuinely sorry - and was, let's face it, under a bit of duress at the moment - so I let it pass.

Kelli's the kind of whore who can suck all the way down, then snake her tongue out to lick your balls. You give a girl like that some leeway now and then.