The Gangbang Bundle (4 explicit double stuffed group sex stories)
undress.
    I watched, completely frozen, as Ian Sanders unbuttoned his white linen shirt, exposing a torso that looked better than any Photoshopped magazine cover, and let it fall to the floor. Quinn Hartley slid her tight pink dress down her body, revealing that she wore nothing underneath of it, and let the dress pool around her ankles.
    I glanced over at Dante for some kind of explanation, some clue about what was happening. He gave me a dazzling smile as he undid his trousers and pulled them down.
    “What-” I started, but I had so many questions that I didn’t even know what to ask first.
    “Just go with it, Heather.” Dante said, his voice smooth as he stepped out of his pants.
    “I am not going to do porn, Dante! I promised myself when things started getting rough that no matter what, I’d never do porn.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He let out a bark of a laugh.
    “Porn? This isn’t porn.” Dante said as he removed his shirt. I couldn’t help but check him out. Damn, his body was incredible. I felt myself licking my lips despite the strange situation.
    “You said this was an audition. Where are the cameras?” I asked.
    “This is an audition, but there are no cameras.” He said, folding his expensive clothes in a neat pile. I was about to demand that he explain, but he cut me off.
    “Heather, if you want to make it, really make it , this is how to do it. Everyone here is part of an elite group. We get together once a month, we do this for the Ancient One, and then we reap the rewards.” I was still skeptical, but Dante ignored my raised eyebrow. “Look around, Heather. These are some of the most successful people in Hollywood. Can you even begin to doubt that it works?”
    I certainly couldn’t deny that. Everyone here had made it, everyone here had what I so desperately wanted. What I needed, if I was going to keep myself from going back to Iowa as a failure.
    And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to do this. Whatever this was. This was my one chance, even if it wasn’t what I expected. There was no way I was going to let it pass me by.
    Slowly, I brought my hands to the straps of my dress and slipped them off of my shoulders. “That’s a good girl.” Dante murmured, and gave me a wide, dazzling smile. He watched as I shimmied out of my dress, and I silently thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing my one nice matching bra and panty set, instead of my usual mismatched cotton.
    “My friends,” Jason Walsh began, speaking loudly to address the now-naked group. “Tonight, we give ourselves over to carnal desires, and as we give in to our most primal appetites, we are feeding the Ancient One. We offer our pleasure, and we receive his blessings!”
    I watched with wide eyes as Quinn Hartley approached Jason, walking naked across the room with total confidence, and then fell to her knees before him. She took his penis in her hands and brought it to her mouth.
    People were splitting off into pairs or threesomes around the set mansion’s great room. I watched as they groped and fondled one another, the room filling with groans and sighs.
    I was still beyond confused, but I felt myself getting hot as this bizarre scene unfolded around me. I’d never seen anything like this before, and the sight of such beautiful people getting together was heating my blood.
    I glanced over to Dante, and he gave me a look that sent chills down my spine. It was predatory, intimidating and full of lust. The debonair man had gone, and been replaced by something else. Something dark and sexual.
    He grabbed me, his strong hands digging into my hips. He held me against him, and I could feel his erection between my legs. His lips crashed into mine, and his tongue pushed my mouth open. Dante kissed me hard, and I was surprised to find that I was kissing him back with matched fervor. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I pressed myself against his broad, muscular chest.
    I let out a sigh as his chest

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