1. Cindy Does The Bachelor Party


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: lindaswan, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    you again, soon." Cum was still flowing down my coated body as four of the performers picked me up and swept me out of the room, riding the wave of cheers and clapping. From backstage we heard the continued yelling, stomping, and shouting from the audience. They were calling for an encore so I was wrapped in a cuddly soft robe, then brought back, carried around the room among the guests on the shoulders of two of the burly men. All I could see was a blur of smiling faces, clapping hands, and high fives amid the uproar. I threw kisses to everyone, enjoying the riot. When it began to die down, I was whisked out of the room, my final exit. The two men walked with me between them, our arms linked behind us, all the way to my dressing room. One praised my performance, "Cindy, you made history. I've seen a lot of shows here, but you're in your own category." When the door closed, I was alone, left with the tremendous tingling warmth of gangbang afterglow. A long shower cleaned me up inside and out. I put on my street clothes, a limo took me from Cobalt to a suite at the Venetian. I had a room service dinner of grilled salmon, side dishes galore, and what they call a Frozen Grasshopper Adult Milkshake. Yummy. Even though it was the middle of the night, my cell phone rang. It was Vicky. "Cindy, I just wanted to make sure everything went well. Is it all okay?" She was an angel, looking out for me. I assured her the party had been great and I was feeling fine. I took a bubble bath, ...
    then slept soundly in the huge bed until noon the next day. The same jet that brought me to Vegas took me home to LA. The day after I got home, Vicky called me again. Along with more congratulations, she told me Wes was in orbit about my performance. He couldn't stop talking about how uniquely amazing I was, aligned with his fantasies. She was clearly pleased that her idea for his party had worked out so well. She also updated me about the post-party auction. Bidding far exceeded the original goal of $10,000. I was astonished when she said that an evening with me was worth $187,101 to someone. Vicky said, "Cindy, I almost fell over. That's so much money for the Foundation. You're a hot property!" I didn't yet know who was the highest bidder. I had to wait another week for that. When the night arrived for my date with the auction winner, I dressed sultry but not slutty, looking hot but not too hot to be seen in public. A Town Car picked me up at home and delivered me to the Beverly Wilshire Four Seasons Hotel. I presented an envelope containing a coded message for the concierge; he brought me to a luxury suite on the eighth floor of the Wilshire Wing. Inside, I was greeted by my date. As he handed me a champagne flute, Jack MacDougall was all smiles. "Hello, Cindy." I was surprised, and very pleased. I gave him a hug and cheek peck, saying, "Mac, I'm glad it's you." He replied, a little stiffly, "Cindy, you've fascinated me since we first met. I am so pleased to have this ...