The Gangbang Bundle (4 explicit double stuffed group sex stories)
being wound up tighter and tighter with Dante’s every motion.
    He drove himself into me with increased fervor, and we moaned together as we moved as one. He trailed one hand down, gliding over the hypersensitive flesh of my breast, my torso, my belly... Then he moved it between my legs, sliding over my folds before zeroing in on my clit and moving his thumb in a slow circle.
    That drove me over the edge.
    I cried out his name as I shattered around him. My orgasm crashed into me hard and fast, and I rode wave after wave after wave of intense pleasure. My thighs trembled, toes curled, my hips bucked up off of the table and demanded more, more, more from Dante. My veins filled with fire and a tingling heat flooded my body, leaving delicious numbness in its wake.
    Through the haze of my pleasure, I was vaguely aware of Dante driving himself into me one final time, and stiffening against me, giving in to his own release.
    As I lay on the table, panting and still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm, Dante slipped out of me and stepped aside, making way for Ian Sanders.
    Ian stood exactly where Dante had been, nestled between my legs. He was naked, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, and his brilliant blue eyes were gleaming with desire. Without a word, he leaned over me and placed his lips against mine.
    He kissed me deeply, hungrily. I kissed him back with matched passion.
    As we kissed, I became aware of a small voice somewhere in the back of my head. The one that was freaking out, telling me I couldn’t do this. Telling me that it was one thing to sleep with Dante, but I couldn’t possibly fuck Ian too. That was going too far.
    I ignored this voice. Whatever was happening here, this was my big break. This was how I was going to make it, this was how I was going to become a star. I couldn’t say no, couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
    Besides, this was Ian Sanders, Hottest New Actor. He was an A-list movie star, and sexy as hell. I wanted to fuck him.
    I kissed Ian deeply and reached my hand down between us, wrapping my fingers around his rock hard dick. He sucked in a breath and bit down on my lower lip, making me groan.
    “Tonight’s your audition, right?” Ian asked, one of his strong hands cupping my breast. The other trailed down to my pussy, and he inserted a finger into me, swirling slowly.
    I was suddenly unable to speak, so I just nodded at him as my hips began moving in slow circles, mirroring the motion of his fingers.
    Ian gave me a heart stopping grin. “Well then, get ready for the ride of your life.” He pushed himself forward, driving his cock deep inside of me.
    My hips moved to meet his thrust instinctively, and I was moaning and writhing on the marble table in seconds flat. I felt wanton, and more aroused than I’d never been before. It was intense, overwhelming and almost scary to lose myself so completely.
    Ian was a fantastic fuck. He circled his hips with every thrust, hitting my hot spot with delicious accuracy, making me scream in delight. I felt my thighs begin to quiver again, felt that familiar fire pooling deep within me and radiating outwards. It wouldn’t be long until I was exploding around him.
    “Oh god, yesssss ...” I moaned, my back arching.
    And then I felt hands on my shoulders. I glanced up and found myself face to face with Jason Walsh, the biggest director in Hollywood. He gave me a wide smile and a wink, massaging me as Ian continued to fuck me.
    “You know Heather,” Jason said, and I could do nothing but moan as I stared up at him while writhing against Ian. “I like your look. You might be perfect for a new project I have in mind.” He lowered his hand to my breast and fondled me, pinching my nipples roughly.
    “Lift her up, Ian. I want a go with this one.” Jason said, stroking his cock as he groped me.
    Without breaking his rhythm, Ian effortlessly lifted me off the table, holding me up and close to him as he continued to fuck me.
    I felt like

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