Chapter 47 – Gangbang Galore

Rick stood there, clipboard in hand, scanning the set to make sure everything was ready. The two cameras were already in position, Mike was already focusing his camera on her, and the boom operator was already discreetly hovering his mic slightly outside the camera’s angle of view, ready to pick up every sigh, slap, and smack.

“Everyone ready?” Rick called out. “Chloe? Guys? Sound good? Cameras rolling?”

Affirmative nods all around. “Action!” Rick commanded, and it began.

Chloe’s heart pounded in her chest as the eight naked men surrounded her like a pack of wolves, their eyes all hungry and their anticipation clearly visible. She felt her knees go weak and a slight tremor ran through her.

Damn, so many. Stay calm, Chloe. It’s just a scene.

Marco was the first. He approached her with a lecherous grin, his hand shooting out and grabbing her roughly by the hips.

“Well, baby, ready to get fucked? You’re our toy now because your husband can’t control himself, you know.” His words were meant for the camera, loud and crude, and he pulled her closer, pressing his hard cock against her stomach.

Chloe tried to stay calm, breathing deeply as so many hands reached for her. They tore at her short black dress, pulling it up and over her head with a jerk. Underneath, she was naked, as planned, and her breasts, ass, and pussy were exposed and free for the cameras to see and the men to touch.

The dress landed somewhere on the floor, and immediately their hands were everywhere, roughly kneading her breasts, pulling on her nipples, which became hard as pebbles, others reaching for her ass and squeezing it tightly. There were lips sucking on her neck, on her shoulders, and she felt erections pressing hard and throbbing against her thighs, her stomach.

Everyone wanted a piece of her.

It was overwhelming. Too many hands, too many lips, too many bodies crowding around her. Chloe closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus only on the sensations.

Don’t think, don’t analyze, just feel.

But she couldn’t deny it: the situation was turning her on. She was getting wet, her heart was racing, a warm tingling sensation spread through her abdomen, and she got goosebumps, despite the warm spotlights and all the warm bodies around her. Why? The sheer intensity? The feeling of helplessness? She couldn’t have explained it, nor did she want to.

Fuck it, just let it happen.

Marco’s hand slid between her legs, and he pushed two thick and strong, but fortunately well-manicured fingers inside of her.

“The slut is already soaking wet,” he laughed and began to finger fuck her hard while continuing to knead her tits.

Chloe couldn’t help it. A real moan escaped her lips. “Ahhh!”

“I’m so sorry, honey,” her fake husband Kenny whined in an exaggerated broken voice for the camera. “I didn’t mean to!”

She wondered if she should say something in response. Rick hadn’t complained yet, but she had probably been a little too quiet so far, still overwhelmed by the situation.

But before she could gather her thoughts, the men grabbed her and hoisted her up like a doll. In a few quick movements, they removed her high heels and then threw her onto the large bed so suddenly that she let out a small scream.

She was just brushing her tousled hair out of her face to see again when a broad-shouldered guy with tattoos and huge hands like vice grips climbed onto the mattress next to her and carefully but firmly grabbed her arms, bent them behind her head, and pinned them there.

Two others grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide apart so that she lay helplessly spread out, her pussy exposed to the close-up camera, while someone started sucking on her left nipple and the cock of the guy holding her arms fell on her forehead.

Chloe felt overwhelmed by the vulnerability of being so defenseless, feeling all the hands on her, claiming her. But a sweet tingle of arousal ran through her lower abdomen.

When Marco was the first to step between her spread legs, she held her breath.

Oh God, this is really happening. They’re running a train on me. They’re all going to fuck me.

She was so wet by now that Marco could easily push his big cock into her opening. With a single hard thrust he penetrated her completely, filling her to the hilt. But he adjusted well, not going deeper than was possible without causing her pain.

At first, her body tensed reflexively, but she took a deep breath, relaxed, and slowly her muscles loosened and the tension gave way to a hot pulsing.

Marco thrust deep and fast into her, over and over again, his balls slapping loudly against her ass. SLAP-SLAP-SLAP.

“Fuck, her pussy is so tight. Tight as a virgin,” he grunted, turning his head to grin at the wide-shot camera.

She almost flinched a little when she suddenly heard a loud voice somewhere behind her, right next to her ear. “Come on, at your husband, you little slut! He’s just sitting there watching you get fucked.”

Chloe turned her head over to her fake husband and looked directly into the camera, which she had almost forgotten about. Sure, she had to play the disappointed young wife. “This… ahhh… is your fault, Kenny,” she gasped between Marco’s firm thrusts, “you gambled me away.”

The other men who weren’t holding or fucking her jerked off their cocks to stay hard. One with a stubby but rather fat cock knelt next to her head and pressed his erection against her lips. Chloe opened her mouth, took it in, and sucked distractedly as Marco’s thrusts shook her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Adam standing next to the bed, frantically jerking off and struggling to stay hard.

Marcos’ cock now twitched violently inside her, she heard a loud grunt between her legs, and then he came, pumping a hot load deep inside her and then pulling his cock out of her. Cum spilled out of her opening and ran down to her ass.

“Mike, close-up of the creampie!” Rick shouted.

Immediately, the next guy slid in between her legs, a slimmer guy with a six-pack and scratchy pubic hair stubble, who pushed his cock into her now cum-flooded pussy and immediately started hammering away, causing Chloe to moan loudly around the cock in her mouth.

The smell of sweat and sex and man and fresh cum now surrounded her, and every thrust into her produced a loud squelching that the boom operator tried to capture.

The man whose cock she had just had in her mouth withdrew to line up for her pussy next, prompting Marco to relieve the guy with the huge hands who had been holding her arms behind her head, which in turn gave him the opportunity to slide over to Chloe’s head.

Chloe got his cock shoved into her mouth and she obediently drooled on it until the saliva ran down her chin.

The guy who was fucking her suddenly pulled out and, with a loud grunt, shot a few thick strands of cum over her stomach before the burly guy took his place and shoved his cock, which she had just had in her mouth, in her pussy.

Chloe gasped as the fat cock penetrated her and her walls stretched and tightened a little, having to adjust to the new thickness. He grabbed her hips and hammered away at just the right wonderfuk angle so that she could only whimper around the cock in her mouth and even briefly forgot to suck.

“Shit, she really is tight!” the guy between her legs panted.

Marco now held her wrists with one hand, reached over her, found her clit, and worked it with perfect pressure and obvious experience.

Oh shit…

Her breathing quickened, coming in gasps, and she lost control. It was unstoppable.

Then Chloe came with rare intensity. The cock in her mouth muffled a loud cry of pleasure as her toes curled up and her muscles spasmed, contracting rhythmically around the thick cock inside her.

“She’s coming! The slut is getting off!” the fucker shouted triumphantly, and the men around her laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

Chloe was completely lost. She shook and trembled beneath him, her body quivering uncontrollably. She could barely manage to control the blowjob properly, but that didn’t matter because the guy just pulled out, jerked himself off, and shot a good load over her face and breasts. Sticky splashes landed on her cheeks, lips, and nipples.

“Suck it clean, sweetie!”

As she slowly came down from her high, she lazily and sloppily licked the residual cum off his cock, while the man between her legs also finished and pumped the next load into her.

Then the young, nervous Adam was pushed between her legs, almost tripping over his own feet in the process. Chloe lifted her hips slightly toward him and tried to smile encouragingly, but he seemed to look right through her.

Adam entered her easily and gasped. “Fuck… this is… wow.” His eyes widened as her tight, wet, cum-soaked heat enveloped him. He began thrusting into her, but after just a few thrusts, she felt him twitch inside her and he poured himself into her, trembling.

Poor guy.

“Sorry…” he muttered and withdrew, red with embarrassment.

The other men laughed.

“Fastest gun in the west!” one of them teased him. “No big deal, buddy, it happens to everyone,” said another, patting him sympathetically on the back.

Rick sighed in annoyance behind the cameras. “We’ll have to cut that. Next! Continue fucking her, quick! Stay on wide shot!”

And the next one came and immediately got started, fucking her while she closed her eyes and just let the sensations wash over her. Another cock was pushed between her lips and she sucked mechanically while breathing deeply through her nose.

Her eyes remained closed and she lost herself in the chaos inside her, around her, feeling unbounded, as if her body no longer belonged to her, but was simply there, belonging instead to the men who used it to satisfy themselves with it.

And again, wave after wave of cum landed on her, marking her, taking possession of her, covering her skin. The current fucker leaned forward and whispered softly, “You okay, baby?”

She just nodded silently, because a new orgasm was already approaching, slowly building up before it engulfed her whole body again.

“Fuck!” she gasped. “Oh God!” She arched her back, came hard and wild again, while the men held her down, celebrating themselves for bringing her to climax once more.

“That little slut can’t get enough of it!” one of them yelled.

Chloe barely heard it and it didn’t sting her even a little. She was completely lost in her orgasm, in the pure raw lust of what was happening between her legs, where the next one added his load to the mix that was already sloshing inside her. He pulled his cock out of her, leaving a disappointing emptiness.

“Fuck me! More!” Chloe gasped breathlessly.

Rick clapped his hands. “Turn her over! Another round from behind!”

Finally, they released her ankles. Strong hands lifted her up, turned her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up as she rested her head exhausted on the mattress.

Someone spread her ass cheeks for the camera, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mike approaching, capturing her dripping, swollen pussy with the close-up cam. Cum ran down her thigh and leg.

“Perfect shot!” Rick shouted.

A cock penetrated her, filling her up, and someone slapped her ass several times. SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

With the fake sobs of her fake husband in the background, Chloe lost all sense of time and space as the men took turns fucking her. Even Adam got another turn, a little bolder this time, and he seemed to last longer.

She existed only as a link in an endless chain of bodies and cocks that claimed her, used her, filled her, made her come.

More… more…

How many men had there been? How many orgasms had she had? No idea.

When the man who was taking her from behind withdrew from her shortly after her last climax and shot a few thick strands of cum onto her ass, suddenly there were no supporting hands left and she collapsed exhausted onto the mattress.

Chloe felt like a used toy, a willing fuck doll. And she didn’t care. She was a satisfied, willing fuck doll.

She was covered from head to toe in jizz in various stages of drying, and her hair was stuck to her head. Exhausted and breathing heavily, she slowly rolled onto her back. Her face was burning hot.

Mike moved closer with the close-up cam, leaned over her, zoomed in on her face, and she gave the lens a genuine, tired, and completely satisfied smile.

“Cut!” Rick called out contentedly. “That’s it!”