Olinda's Third Gangbang #10

She gets busy with work for months, but she can't stop thinking about doing it all again, but much worse this time...

Months went by and Olinda was kept busy by work as normal. She didn’t forget her group sex experiences. She smiled at Lucien when they passed in the corridor. On a couple of occasions, she even gave him handjobs by way of apology for not having come down to the basement so she could have sex with all the security guards as she had promised.

And she had enjoyed these little interludes because he had kissed her with that weird passion of the old man having a taste of young lips for the first time in decades. But she hadn’t been drawn to doing anything like that again.

The men she had had one after the other, or three or four at a time, the night she had first had a gangbang got back in touch with her. Well, the leader, the one who had spoken to her first, often sent her texts, “Come to Austria, my dear sweet slutty Olinda. We miss you. We cannot bear to be without you. We have a very large comfortable bed we have all picked out together and think will be very suitable for round two. Please come. We wish to make you cum!”

I bet they do, she thought. Well, make them cum, for sure. And she would imagine getting on a plane and checking out this mysterious bed he talked about. Where was it? Why was it there? Had they really picked it out together? All of these questions were answered as the man’s texts became more desperate.

They had been drinking one night, discussing the huge house one of them had moved into. And it came to them that one of the many spare rooms he and his wife would never use could be converted into the perfect place for an orgy. They remembered so fondly making Olinda watertight. Spit roasting her. Fucking her arse, her pussy, her mouth. Cramming her mouth full of two cocks at the same time. Groping her in the elevator. How wet it had all made her, how many times each of them had cum inside her. Or on her.

They wondered if there were any other women they could find like that. Prostitutes, perhaps, but where was the fun in that? They wanted a whore that begged for it, not put up with it until she got paid. How do you find them?

So they decided the best way to get Olinda over was to make that room special. Comfortable, everything a gangbang free-use whore could want. Somewhere to freshen up. Lots of drinks. Comfortable chair. They couldn’t think of many things she’d want because back in Brussels, all she seemed to need was a carpeted floor and a lot of horny men. They could do that, alright!

But what they did get was a large circular bed, which actually moved around if you wanted it to. And a mirror above, and maybe some straps for wrists and ankles if she felt so inclined. This led them to think about other contraptions that Olinda might like to be fucked in.

A horse, of course, something that gave them easy access to her holes and at a good height for fucking. Yes she’d love that they were sure! And then maybe the ultimate, something that held her in the air so she would feel like she was flying as she was fucked into oblivion.

The man sent her repeated texts describing these things and then photos, too. She laughed when she saw them “lol”. But never quite got on the plane, even when her work calmed a little and a long weekend was possible. She still masturbated every night, sometimes more than once, thinking about what she had done, what she was going to do, could do. She imagined being in those contraptions and fucked by men so filled with lust for her that they forgot she was human.

She wanted men who felt that way. Crazy men that just had to get their cocks in her and their hands on her body. That is what pushed her over the edge. Agh. God. She did need it again, but oddly, she didn’t need it with them.