Hollywood Housewife Whore Pt. 4 (Blake Lively)

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Hollywood Housewife Whore Pt. 4
Starring: Blake Lively

Codes: M+F, Cheating/Affairs, Interracial, Gang Bang, Blow Bang, Oral, Tit Fuck, Anal, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Bukkake, Facial

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This story is dedicated to my good friend Jack. Special thanks to him for coming up with many of the scenarios and ideas that became this series. This final chapter in particular, was mostly his ideas. If you haven't read the previous stories here they are - Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3.



Los Angeles, California

Falling temperatures remained through the cold winter mornings, all before the sun had risen and washed away those chilly feelings. The seasonal change was bearable back home in Los Angeles, away from the cold French mornings that Blake Lively was currently thinking of. Two months had passed since that vacation trip to France alongside her friend Salma Hayek. Now back home, adjusted to life with her family, Blake couldn't stop thinking about the dirty secrets they had forged through friendship. Though time was passing by and she had adjusted herself back into the role of leading her family, Blake still had her dirty thoughts when alone. It didn't help matters that her husband Ryan Reynolds was busy with another film production. One that would require him to leave the country, much like she had previously done.

Stuck at home by herself yet again, with only the maid in their mansion to keep her company. It would've been so easy to start spilling her tales of affairs to that older woman, but Blake knew better. Her children were spending time with the grandparents once again, leaving Blake thankful that she had family support at all times freeing up her schedule. Sitting all alone in the master bedroom, spread out over the white bed sheets. Her big blue eyes gazed up at the ceiling, studying the wooden texture of the fan blades high above. There was no need to run the fan during winter mornings, but the dark lines across the wood in the blades had reminded Blake of precious memories. She had already failed at pushing the dirty thoughts to the back of her mind. There was at least one woman in her life she could share those secrets with. Blake considered calling Salma, but after second thought, if she was going to call anyone today, it wasn't going to be another woman.

Shawn had been on Blake's mind off and on for the past week. He had sent her some text messages last month, checking up on her and trading an innocent conversation regarding the weather. Blake couldn't help but ask him how was work. Knowing that he worked in the porn industry, it was a loaded question to give him. Shawn didn't hesitate to give out to her with frustrations he currently had with his now former boss, Johnny Boy Walker. Blake listened to his complaints through a series of text messages and later a phone call they shared. It seemed that his relationship with Johnny had broken down in the past three months as Shawn argued he deserved a higher pay raise as a male performer in the adult industry. He went on to tell Blake that he wasn't the only man in front of cameras feeling as if they deserved more. Upon learning that certain camera men were getting paid higher wages for filming and performing Gonzo scenes, Shawn had enough and left the Demonic Jewel company.

It was somewhat amusing to Blake in different ways. Shawn's stories about demanding a pay raise had reminded her of the many actors and actresses she witnessed in her time within Hollywood, demanding better pay. For Shawn, he had made quite a living in the past few years, but wanted more to support a wealthy lifestyle of partying and drinking. As the days passed between their talks from time to time, it wasn't long before Shawn was flirting with Blake. By this point in time, she felt that they had become old friends. They shared secrets together from their earlier affairs and that made Blake believe he was a man she could trust on the side. As they continued to text, Shawn sent her a 'thirst trap' as he referred to it, with a shirtless photo showing his muscular and tattoo covered body. Blake giggled at that photo, thinking to herself that it had been a long time since they last had an affair. He still had that same short black hair and keeping his face clean with a dark five o'clock shadow.

The last time Blake had indulged herself with Shawn, it was a fun scenario that involved another man. She almost couldn't recall the name of that man, finally remembering it after several thoughts. Shawn had brought multiple fantasies of hers to life. Beginning with the sex tape they made together, filmed by his former boss Johnny. Blake still had the DVD copy, now moved from her closet and sitting in a jewelry box underneath a black placeholder. She kept it hidden from her husband, but there was something else also tucked down in that jewelry box. The purple leather collar she had worn for her second eventful affair with Shawn was also hidden down in there with the DVD copy. Blake had opened the jewelry box yesterday, looking over the collar after having new fantasies come to mind through her conversations with Shawn. Tempted to spill her most recently naughty adventures to him, she instead kept her mouth shut.

He didn't need to know about her cruising adventure with Salma. The last thing Blake wanted was for Shawn to take an interest in another famous woman besides her. She could already see him trying to hint about having a proper introduction to Salma. Knowing the other woman like a mentor, Blake wasn't going to let her man on the side become curious about another woman. She seen Shawn as hers and knew better than to mess around and let him go to another woman. He may not have been Salma's type, but Blake still wasn't taking the risk. The more they carried on these conversations, Blake asked Shawn what he was currently doing for work in the adult entertainment business. He mentioned that he was in the process of landing a contract with Brazzers that would make his life more comfortable than it had been in the past few months. Knowing that company from watching porn videos online, Blake smiled to herself as she began to consider the possibility of their next affair.

'I am the Hollywood Housewife Whore', Blake Lively thought to herself while studying her reflection across the mirror in her bathroom. Curving her soft pink lips into a grin, she looked back at the woman in the mirror and softly giggled to herself. It all began with Salma giving her that silly nickname during their foursome back in France. American housewife whore may have had a ring to it coming from that woman, but Blake made the chance that was more fitting to herself. Knowing about Shawn's big deal with Brazzers studios, she wanted to joke at him about the possibility of starring in her own production. Blake Lively as the Hollywood Housewife Whore. Maybe it was the kind of fantasy to entertain him. For her, the title of Hollywood Housewife Whore had become something of a persona deep down. Blake didn't so much consider it an alter ego, but a title that was fitting for these cheating adventures she went on.

Today, she felt in that zone more than ever. Before the week was over, her inner Hollywood Housewife Whore was going to come out to play. It all came with a different vibe and certain sense of lust that she wasn't used to sharing with her husband. Salma got to witness her transformation in the bedroom, as Blake had demonstrated to the other woman that she could handle more than one man at once. It was that kind of daring experience that she had with Shawn before when she fucked him and his friend Jason together. The more Blake thought about it, she could not fight off that urge within to surrender herself to what almost was an alter ego to indulge her own dirty fantasies. Stepping out from the mirror, she was ready to grab her phone and call Shawn. There was no other man she could trust to arrange a day where she could make her fantasies come to life. Knowing that he now had his foot through the door with a major porn company, Blake considered her options at hand.

Knowing what Shawn represented with his job, Blake had her options set out. After having indulged herself in a threesome now more than once, she felt that was easy at this point. To embrace her second persona as the Hollywood Housewife Whore, her next adventure needed to require a greater challenge. There was already the odd feeling of having sexual encounters with strangers. The men she would be tossing to the side after she was done using them for her own needs. Two men alone wouldn't be enough to satisfy Blake this week. Oh no, she thought to herself. What she needed to do was up the ante and give herself a true challenge to leave multiple men with their balls drained, wailing in the ecstasy of pleasure at her lustful onslaught. Shawn would likely know the right men to craft an ideal scenario for her inner-Hollywood Housewife Whore to be unleashed. Clutching her cellphone, Blake didn't waste anymore time scrolling through her contact list and tapping her fingers across the screen to call Shawn.

"Hey Blake! Good morning to you, beautiful!"

His voice answered her within seconds of ringing. Standing near the bed, Blake softly smiled before she responded.

"Hey, I hope I'm not calling you too early. I figure you've got a busy schedule."

"No, I'm not busy today. I will be around Friday though. What's going on with you, babe?"

Thinking to herself for a moment, Blake was quick to consider his words. Friday was off the schedule, but he didn't say anything about today yet.

"Oh, nothing much. I was wondering if we could hook up and do something."

Shawn chuckled through the phone.

"Yeah, I knew you weren't calling me just cause you wanted to hear my voice."

Trading giggles with him, Blake anticipated for a moment before blurting out what she really wanted.

"Well, it's been a while since I did anything really naughty with you. Remember about that Brazzers contract you told me about?" 

"Yeah, what about it?"

Biting down on her lower lip, Blake wasn't sure how to say her words subtly. She exhaled her breath and then finally, she stopped beating around the bush.

"Think you can arrange a gang bang for me? You know four other guys you can trust?"

"Wait, what!? Are you fucking kidding me!?"

His shocked reaction had only annoyed Blake.

"Come on, Shawn. Any other time, you seem to brag about working in porn yet you're gonna act shocked when a woman tells you that she wants to get gang banged? You're the one who works in porn, not me."

"It's not that, it's just-"

Blake cut him off in speech.

"Just what?"

He didn't respond back for several seconds. It almost sounded as if Shawn was softly laughing across the phone.

"I guess... I didn't think you would be the kind of woman to want something like that. My fucking mind is blown right now."

Softly grinning to herself, Blake wanted to laugh but she didn't. It would've been too easy to tease him with the question of female performers not requesting a gang bang. She waited before replying, taking control of this conversation.

"You told me about your big Brazzers contract. I was thinking, maybe you knew some other guys. Some guys you could trust who would be up for a one time only quick fuck with a famous woman like me."

"You know, it's funny you word it like that. When I said I was gonna be busy Friday, I should've told you that I'm helping train some new actors. I've got two guys who need to do a threesome scene."

"I don't want a threesome. Been there, done that."

A deep breath was heard through the phone after Blake's quick response. It seemed Shawn was thinking to himself, perhaps not wanting to say the wrong words to her.

"So you really wanna do a gang bang? Are you sure, babe?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm thinking you and four other guys. Can you make that happen for me, Shawn?"

"I might be able to but just so you, what you're asking for ain't gonna be easy to arrange."

Licking her lips, Blake thought to herself. She could see how this ordeal would prove difficult for Shawn to arrange. After all, he had to convince the other men that they were going to be participating in something that wasn't to be filmed. After a moment, she had a solution in mind.

"How about I throw in some cash? Two grand, you can split it among the guys. That should pay for a hard day's work I think?"

Shawn chuckled into the phone.

"Babe, you're worth a lot more than that. I don't think I can put a price tag on how well you give blowjobs, if you know what I mean."

Giggling back at him, Blake answered back.

"Don't me give me any of that, Shawn. Come on, what if I say, three grand? I can get it all in cash. Hundreds or fifties, you decide."

"Alright, alright. You've got yourself a deal, babe. Three grand, I can arrange this for tomorrow. I can tell my actors that this is a practice scenario. You want me to send you some photos and let you choose the guys you want?"

"No, surprise me. If you trust them, then I know they're good. Call me back later and we can arrange the time and meeting. I'll need some time to get your money ready."

A laugh was heard through the phone before Shawn replied.

"I hope you deliver it in a briefcase. That would be real classy, don't ya think? I'll call you back later, babe."

The phone clicked, hanging up as Blake was left standing there with the thought of a briefcase deal exchange. As she was beginning to relish in her alter ego begging to come out, that idea didn't sound too bad. She grinned at the thought of stomping through an introduction into the room in an expensive pair of heels, dressed to kill while carrying a briefcase instead of a purse. The more she thought of it, Blake couldn't wait to unleash her inner-Hollywood Housewife Whore on Shawn and his men. What outfit would cover her body to flaunt her curves for that meeting? Blake was already thinking about what she could wear. She had enough pumps in the closest to complete a proper 'bitch in heels' look. But tomorrow, she aimed to impress Shawn and his boys in a different way.

Knowing they had probably witnessed various women all dolled up for a proper dirty filming. Blake wanted to indulge the men in a proper thrill of their once in a lifetime chance to fuck a movie star in a wild scenario of fantasy. Maybe something that invoked a trophy wife fantasy, but at heart was the look of a true housewife ready to let loose her most dirty desires. Tomorrow would be more than just another kinky event to fulfill such fantasies. Blake felt that she was going on an adventure, much like her previous affairs with Shawn and her deeds committed back in France alongside Salma. It like forever since the last time she had Shawn all to herself. As the hours passed through the day and Blake adjusted into her daily routines, a text message was later sent to her phone. More than six hours after their conversation, Shawn had come through on his end of the deal.

'I've got some friends wanting to meet with you. Let me know when it's a good time to call, or you can call me instead.'

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1 DAY LATER

The cold morning had washed away through the afternoon hours. Blake had risen out of bed several hours before. Downing a few cups of coffee and tending to her family related duties before she wandered up into the bedroom to prepare for the day. Shawn had called her last night, giving her the details for an arrangement. From the tone of his voice and choice words, Blake could tell the man had to go through an obstacle course of setting this up and now the money was of great importance to him. It made sense to her, that the payment may have been the only way to convince his four friends to tag along. Shawn did mention that this gang bang scenario would serve as practice with his actors he was in the process of mentoring. Blake didn't press him with needless questions. All that mattered was that he was willing to arrange this day for her.

She felt cold, knowing deep down that she was about to chew these men up and spit them out. They would serve for her own pleasure and once the day was over, she wasn't going to feel bad to forget about their mere existence. Looking back in the mirror, Blake studied her appearance. The makeup was fresh with smoky eyeliner, a small bit of blush and the rest of her attention brought to her hair. Swift blonde curls had been fixed up properly, split down the middle. Dangling from her ears were a set of gold hoop. She had spent the past hour digging in her closet, finding one of her best black dresses that hugged her curves and revealed her busty cleavage. Breasts pushed up, contained only in a small lacy black bra. Beneath the dress, Blake wore a black garter belt that matched with silk stockings extending up to her thighs and a black lacy thong.

Down below, she found her most favorite pair of black fuck me pumps. So much thought and preparation had been put into her appearance. Dressed to kill, she wanted to give an impression these men would never forget, right down to the lingerie outfit beneath her dress. Blake felt that she was in a different zone more than ever. Her inner Hollywood Housewife Whore was coming out to play and she couldn't wait to unleash her lustful fury on this group of men that awaited her. The heels clicked and clacked across the floor of the bathroom, subtly muting when they reached the bedroom carpet. Sitting on the bed was a large black leather-bound briefcase with gold plated locking buttons. Inside, Blake had neatly arranged the stacks of cash for Shawn. All of the hundreds folded with rubber-bands, making it easier for him to divide the share among his mates.

Heading out the front door of her mansion, she clutched the briefcase tightly in her left hand. Blake stomped her way over to her black Mercedes Benz, opened the door and got in. She wasn't bringing any other belongings with her today. Just the briefcase of cash and her cellphone tucked between her boobs. She moved the phone out, slinging it into the passenger seat next to the briefcase. There was always a need to bring a phone, just in case she needed to make some calls after leaving. Shawn had already texted her the place for the meet in the morning. Blake thought of giving him a call to alert the man to her arrival, but there was no need for now. She didn't want to ruin this surprise for now. It was Shawn's choice to arrange everything at a hotel across town. Thankfully, this was shorter than an hour's drive on the road.

Cruising through the streets, Blake thought to herself as she was relaxed behind the steering wheel. No one had any knowledge of where she was headed for this affair. Her maid had been instructed to carry on with her house cleaning duties back at the mansion. Deep down, she was ready to unleash her lust. The thought of fucking more strangers, men that were waiting for her without knowing each other's names, had only made her more wet down below. Once she reached her destination, Blake parked in an open lot behind the hotel building. She grabbed the briefcase, got out and slammed the door behind her. The heels clicked and clacked across the concrete pavement, as she gazed up at the tall white building. Her next stop was room 403. While carrying the briefcase, Blake almost felt as if she were some powerful person going to deliver the goods. A briefcase of money almost gave her the feeling of a drug dealer, something that had her containing her laughter.

The hotel building wasn't as fancy as the one she stayed in back in France, but it wasn't cheap either. Blake found it amusing that Shawn would pick such a place for them to have a sleazy day, rather than truly picking a depraved den across town. The feeling of excitement tingled within her when Blake stepped through the glass doors and stomped her way over to the elevator. She brushed past several people, including an older man in a black pinstriped suit who gave her a second look. Ignoring the strangers, she hurried to the elevator and stepped in. Thankfully, Blake was taking her trip up to the fourth floor without a guest to stand next to her. When the silver elevator doors came sliding open, she didn't waste any precious seconds standing around. Her heels boomed a muted sound across the red carpet down below. She began to make her way down the narrow hall while studying the numbers on the doors.

Licking her lips, the numbers drilled in the doors were gold plated to match the door knobs. White walls with interior designs of gold plated line had a subtle theme as a small hint for what to expect inside the hotel suites. Blake had slowed herself down, noticing that she was the lone soul standing out in the hall. he bit down on her lower lip when finally approaching the room with the numbers 403 glaring back at her with a gleam of the gold. Beyond the door, she could hear commotion with male voices. Laughter and what sounded like glass clanking together. This had to be the room without question. Clutching the briefcase like a businessman, Blake raised her right hand and then knocked hard. Three taps had to be enough to capture the attention span of everyone in that room. "Oh shit! That must be her!" One voice was heard loud and clear, before another answered back incoherently. Upon hearing more laughter, Blake stood there and then watched as the door opened and Shawn greeted her with a smile.

"Hey babe, you're here early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour."

This had been the first time Blake was face to face with Shawn in many months. He stood there in a black bath robe, undone to reveal his muscular chest and tatted body. She softly smiled, noticing his eyes scan down her body and then he smiled before speaking again.

"Damn, you're looking good today. I like the dress."

"Thank you."

She replied in a soft spoken tone, grinning at him smugly. Shawn stepped back, opening the door further to allow Blake entry. Off in the distance, she noticed two black men standing around shirtless, drinking from bottles of beer. One was bald, the other had short hair and a mustache. Both of them were muscular with their arms covered in tattoos. Blake stepped through the door and their eyes shot up, both looking surprised at her appearance.

"Alright guys, she's here! I want you all to meet Blake!"

Shawn spoke up, then clapped his hands to get the attention of all his men. The living room of the hotel suite had white walls, matching the outside hall. The furniture of a coach and lounge seat were in a flat grey color, sticking out to Blake's eye. She glanced to her right side and noticed a third black man come stepping out. With short hair and wearing a bath robe similar to Shawn, he offered a smile. Following behind him, two men stepped out. One was a short black man with a slight afro and mustache, wearing a white shirt and blue cargo shorts. The white man was bald and muscular with his entire arms covered in sleeves of artistic dark tattoo designs. He looked over at Blake, smirking and then she could heard the chit chat of the other men in the suite checking her out.

"Damn, she's fucking stacked!"

One man spoke aloud, causing Blake to quickly grin and slightly blush. She turned to Shawn, offering him the briefcase of money right there in front of his friends.

"It's all there. I don't care how you split with them, but you asked for three G's up front."

Taking one glance at her, Shawn moved his hands to the locks of the briefcase and pulled them. As they came undone, snapping with a loud noise before the case split into two. Shawn took one look at the stacks of hundred dollar bills and then grinned at Blake before shutting the briefcase and locking it back.

"You're a woman of your word, very nice."

"Yes I am, you can keep the briefcase too, I don't need it back."

Shawn laughed.

"Ohhhh, so this time I'm the one who gets a souvenir this time around."

She didn't realize that he was hinting at the collar as a parting gift from their last affair. Blake stood there, glancing across the living room again. The couch was seemingly prepared in advance. It was pulled out and sitting in front of it was a wooden coffee table. White cushion mats had been thrown over the coffee table, leaving Blake to ponder if it truly belonged to the hotel or did Shawn bring it as a tool for this fuck session. Shawn wandered off, brandishing the briefcase that he was now carrying to the bedroom. None of the men spoke aloud, but Blake could feel their eyes glued on her. The two black men in the back sat down their beer bottles and stepped a bit closer. Shawn hurried back into the room, clapping his hands together and then yelling for the men.

"Alright, guys! Listen up! I want you all to meet Blake! This is my friend and the lucky lady who has also made us, quite lucky gentleman for the day."

Glancing around, Blake had noticed the men had circled around her. All their eyes were scanning over her body. Shawn stood in front and then spoke again.

"Blake, I want you to meet my guys."

The men stepped back, almost as if they were lining up in front of her. Shawn spoke again.

"This is Brett."

The bald white man held up his hand, as if he were giving her a goofy salute and then grinned. He flashed his teeth in a smile, lowering his view down to her heavy cleavage that was still contained within her dress.

"You can call me Lance."

It was the shorter black man addressing her with his name. Blake nodded at him. Shawn then pointed at the other two black men standing there, prepared to vocally introduce them.

"Say hello to Avon, babe."

To her left, the black man with the short hair and mustache held up his right hand, motioning with two fingers. Shawn spoke again.

"And Russell."

The bald black man blew her a kiss, causing Blake to blush.

"Hey wait a minute. Aren't you Ryan Reynolds wife?"

Lance pointed his finger at her. Blake couldn't help but smugly grin, nodding her head.

"Yeah that's me."

A loud gasp was heard through all the male voices, except for Shawn.

"Oh shit, it can't be!"

Avon spoke up next while Lance grinned back at her. Making eye contact, Lance spoke directly to Blake once more.

"You might as well call your husband before we get started. Tell that mother fucker, you're cheating on his sorry ass with some brothers."

The three black men busted up laughing. Shawn stepped a bit closer, capturing Blake's attention with a smile before he spoke directly to her.

"You wanna get a beer and maybe talk with the guys before we get started?"

Shaking her head, Blake grinned back at him. This was her moment to take control and set the stage.

"No, I didn't come here to drink beer with you and the boys. I came here to get fucked."

Her words had caused some applause from a few of the men standing behind Shawn and some gasping and cheering.

"I'm ready, I can tell you that!"

Lance shouted from the back. Blake licked her lips, gazing at the men behind Shawn as he turned his back to her. She watched him approach Russell and Avon, pulling them aside as he began to talk in a low voice. "Listen up guys, you just hang back and follow my lead. Or watch Brett, he's been there in this kind of situation before, you hear me?" As the men nodded their head at Shawn, Blake realized that those two must have been the actors he mentioned on the phone. Avon and Russell must have been inexperienced, requiring his aiding hand in training for an upcoming threesome scene back at the studio. With the other men setting their eyes on her, Blake felt that she had control of this situation at hand.

"Let's get started now, shall we?" Go ahead and get naked. I want to see those fucking cocks."

Shawn turned his head, as he appeared to be taken by surprise at Blake's leading voice. Brett and Lance stepped forward and began to strip as she placed her hands on her hips. For a moment, Blake had the classic look of a bitch in heels, quietly demanding her men step up for her. Shawn turned back at Avon and Russell and gave them the nod. As Blake stood there, all five men had lined up properly before her. Shawn was in the middle with Russell and Avon to his right side. Brett's arm brushed over his left shoulder and Lance was at the end of the line. Some of the men were already partially undressed but Blake stood there, waiting until they had all stripped naked and tossed their remaining clothes across the living room.  Once the last man stood naked, Shawn crossed his arms over his chest. Blake's eyes were scanning across the five cocks that awaited her when Shawn spoke up.

"Now that we're naked, are you gonna give us some kind of strip show?"

Now was the time to finally unleash her inner-Hollywood Housewife Whore. All the attention of each man was focused entirely on Blake. She raised her right hand, brushing it through her blonde locks of hair and causing her gold hoop ear rings to wobble slightly. Moving both hands to the sides of her dress, she grabbed at the small zippers and began to slowly pull them down while answering Shawn back.

"You'll get what you see right here."

One man was muttering soft whispers beneath his voice, leaving her unable to make out his words. Blake moved her hands to her hips and leaned down as she pushed the dress down her curves. She could hear a faint gasp, followed by Avon's voice calling out.

"Damn, those are some nice fucking titties."

From where she was leaned over, the men had a full view of her cleavage contained in the black bra. Blake peeled the dress off, stepping her heels out of it and then placing her hands back on her hips. She stood, posing in her lingerie outfit. A smug grin formed across her pink lips as she caught their eyes scanning across her body once more. Blake was reveling in this moment, having their complete attention. She kicked the dress backwards with her left foot, shoving it behind her and then she moved her right hand to unhook the bra from one of her shoulders. A gasp was heard from one man, before another blurted out.

"Show us those milky white jugs!"

It was Lance calling out to her. By now, Blake had noticed all the men, including had Shawn had wrapped one hand around their cock. Flashing her teeth, Blake was still grinning. What a delightful sight to witness, that merely standing here in her lingerie outfit was enough to get these men jacking off like that. As she shoved the bra off, she dropped her lower lip, giving a subtle expression of desire and watching their eyes shift to her bare breasts. Clutching at the bra with her left hand fingers, she twirled it around her index finger.

"Damn! That's a nice rack right there!"

Russell was clearly impressed. The bra quit spinning from her fingertip as she discarded it to the side of the room without a care in the world. Blake turned around, pushing her legs together and bending over to give the men a clear view of her thick ass. Once again, she could hear gasps.

"Daaaaaaammmnnnn! Look at that!!"

Unclear of who had just yelled, she giggled. Moving her hands to her knees, Blake thrust her ass out and then began to roll her hips. She twerked, making those ass cheeks clap together with the result of loud moans from the men. Her hair flipped as she glanced across her right shoulder. Blake just wanted to make sure the men still had busy hands down below. As she pushed her thong down, she wanted to know they were still wanking off to her. Still twerking, forcing those ass cheeks to clap, Blake slid her hands to the hip side of her thong and tugged it down. She came to a stop, letting it fall down to her ankles and then carefully stepping out. Still bent over, she raised her hands and slapped both cheeks of her ass to give them one last view of those firm cheeks shaking. Finally turning around, she moved her hands to her breasts as she stood in a proud nude pose.

"Damn, she's really stacked."

"Yeah, I can't wait to get my hands on those tits."

"Don't forget about that ass!"

Not caring who was saying what, Blake's eyes were focused down below, eying each cock that awaited her loving mouth. She licked her lips, bouncing her boobs up and down in her hands to tease them. Pinching her own erect nipples, she could feel that tingling sensation down below. Knowing that the men had to be eying her prize possession of that slick, wet pussy. Not a single hair was in sight, as she had freshly shaved it the night before in preparation for this glorious day. Slowly lowering herself down on her knees, Blake bit her bottom lip and motioned with her hands before speaking.

"Who's ready for me? I know I'm ready to suck on some dicks. Bring 'em over here!"

Just like that, the tone of her voice was enough to command the men to come stepping forward. Within seconds, Blake had five cocks shoved in her face. With Shawn's shaft direction in front of her, she wasted no time opening her mouth and sucking on it. Reaching out with both hands, she grabbed two big black cocks and squeezed her fingers around them. As she began to bob her head up and down Shawn's pole, he let out a moan.

"Ohhhhh, fuck yeah."

"Look at her go. I think this bitch is either crazy or she's really hungry for some dick."

Crazy? No, Blake thought to herself that she was simply starved of cock. As she slobbered all over Shawn's rod, her hands jerked each black cock she held, wanking them up and down. Coming to a halt, she popped Shawn's dick from her mouth, ready to alternate and suck a different one. Turning to her left, Avon was the first black man to get his dick sucked. Blake shoved it between her lips, grabbing at another random cock with her left hand as she began to wank once again simultaneously in pace with her sucking.

"Yeah, suck it! Suck that fucking cock, you nasty ass bitch!"

To hear such filthy words cheering her on had only made Blake suck harder and faster. With the mood she was in, it was easy for her to devour that big black cock. Her big blue eyes gazed up, attempting to look at Avon's face but she could only see the other cocks from the corners of her eyes. Bobbing her head up and down, she loudly slobbered on it. Blake soon felt the other cocks, rubbing against her cheeks. This prompted her to stop sucking Avon and then alternate again.

"Suck on mine! Gonna have to tell your husband where those lips have been when you kiss him tonight, you slutty hoe!"

Lance yelled at Blake before shoving his cock to her open mouth. As she gazed up at his grinning face, Blake quickly alternated her hands, squeezing those fingers around two other other cocks as she braced herself at the feeling of this man's right pushing into her hair. He made a quick grip along her golden locks of hair and then began to thrust his cock into her mouth.

"Yeah, man! Fuck her mouth! Make her fucking gag on it!!"

It was Brett cheering on Lance, even going as far as to clap his hands. Shawn stood there and watched now as Lance proceeded to buck his hips, driving his long black shaft into her mouth. Blake let go of one shaft with her right hand, reaching for another and grabbing Brett's.

"Keep jacking off those fucking hogs! Don't stop!!"

Brett yelled again. If not for having a thick shaft thrusting down her throat, perhaps Blake would've giggled at a man referring to his cock as a hog. Blake concentrated on sucking as Lance thrust harder and faster. It didn't take long before she was gagging and choking on the length of his cock.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAH-KAH!"

The slobbering and sucking noises she made were incoherent with drool beginning to drip out from her lower lip. Those big gold hoop ear rings bounced and shook with each thrust. Lance pushed his cock all the way in, feeling the head reach the back of her throat. Mouth buried at his pubes, Blake inhaled deeply before he pulled his cock from her mouth. Saliva strings dangled from her open mouth back to his shiny, spit soaked shaft. They broke off, falling down between her tits. Not hesitating whatsoever, Blake just turned to her right side and brought her lips back down on another waiting cock. Her hands alternated again, pumping up and down as she was now sucking on Brett's fat shaft. He grunted as she began to suck her way up and down his length. Frantically moving her hands back and forth, she continued wanking as Shawn stepped away from the guys.

"Let her carry on, this is her show. Just watch, she can handle herself."

Blake wasn't sure who he was talking to but she didn't pay Shawn any attention. Pulling her lips back to the head of Brett's shaft, she released it with a popping sound. She could feel the spit between her tits, prompting Blake to spit again. The strings of saliva dangled and dripped over her great big tits. As she sat there on her knees, the guys began to move. Her left hand was clutching Russell's cock as he moved forward ready for her to suck on it. She grinned at him, speaking up.

"Ready for me to suck on your big fucking black cock!? Want me to suck it right off!?"

"Do it, bitch!"

Unlike Lance, Russell stood there and waited for Blake to shove his cock into her mouth. she did so, alternating her left hand to grab Brett's slobber coated shaft. Like before, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking while her hands were busy jerking off two other men. Letting go with her right hand, Blake was taken by surprise as Russell abruptly pulled his cock from her mouth. More strings of saliva broke off from her bottom lip, causing her to spit again to drench her tits. Shawn had called for Russell and Avon, making them step back as they continued to jack themselves off. Lance stepped to Blake's right side. Lining up with Brett as their cocks were almost touching from both sides. Situated between both of them, Blake decided to spit on Lance's black shaft, but it was Brett's dick that was going back into her mouth. She sucked on it, squeezing her fingers at the base and listening to him moan.

"Goddamn..."



Her big blue eyes glared up at Brett, starring him in the face as she placed soft kisses over the purple head of his shaft. Leering up at Lance, Blake twirled her tongue over the head of his thick black dick and then shoved it back between her lips. As she sucked on it, she wanked Brett's cock back and forth only for several seconds. Coming to a halt, she pulled that cock out of her mouth making another pop sound. Glancing down at her tits, Blake spit on them again, figuring now that they were slick and wet enough for a cock to be shoved between them.

"Mmmmmmm, we're just getting started, boys!"

Wiping some drool from her lower lip, Blake set her eyes forward at the padded coffee table. She figured that was there for a reason, but Shawn wasn't in control here. This was her gang bang and Blake planned to use any furniture she deemed necessary to complete positions making this easier. Crawling towards the coffee table, she noticed the men hurrying around her. She climbed up and laid her back down over the table to gaze up and see all three black men looking down at her. It didn't take long for them to dangle and stroke their cocks towards her face.

"Who wants to fuck my tits?"

"Me! I'm fucking those titties first!"

Lance didn't let any man beat him to this event, screaming over all the moaning voices. Shawn stood there with a shocked expression across his face. Blake took a moment to grin at him, just to quietly remind that man that she was the one in control. It didn't matter to her how much of a professional she was. Her lust could not be contained and she was only in the first act of unleashing it on them. Pushing her hands around her breasts, she shoved them together and then lay her head back over the mat. Those long locks of golden hair flowed freely, but Blake's vision was caught with two long black cocks desiring her attention.

"This is one nasty fucking whore, I gotta tell you that much."

Brett made a comment at Shawn as they just sat there and watched from afar. Lance straddled her and then sat down on her stomach. He gripped his cock and began to smack it up against her her right breast. Russell and Avon then moved their cocks to beat them up against her face. Blake closed her eyes, moaning to them at those dicks thumping across her skin.

"Mmmmmmm, you guys like doing that? It feels soooo good when you smack those fucking cocks up against me!"



Avon and Russell moved their cocks to her lips, rubbing them together as Blake loudly slobbered on them. Lance shoved the length of his shaft up her breast, rubbing the head across her nipple and then thumping it a few times before he was finally ready to move it down the passage offered in the middle. Brett and Shawn stood there, jacking themselves off at this sight of Blake currently overwhelmed with three black cocks. When she felt Lance's shaft slide between her tits, Blake quickly shoved them together, folding her hands in the front. Russell stepped back, allowing Avon to move slightly so he was facing her from this upside down view. Blake licked her lips, glaring up at him.

"Shove it back in my mouth. You know you want to."

"Don't mind if I do."

Opening her mouth wide, Blake awaited that long black cock to shove back between her lips. All the while, Lance began to buck his hips forward, driving his dick between her breasts. She let out a moan before Avon fed her his cock. She closed her eyes momentarily, only to re-open them and be greeted with his hanging nut sack up in her face. Blake gagged on his cock as Lance was now busy fucking her tits.



"GWAK-GAH-GWAH-KAH-KAH!"

Loudly gagging and slobbering all over that cock, Blake kept her eyes closed. She squeezed her breasts harder, as all that did was make Lance thrust faster between them. Avon pulled his cock from her mouth, quickly wrapping his right hand fingers back around it to resume jerking. Blake gazed forward, seeing Lance's cock thrust forward. Parting her lips, she darted her tongue to lap over the head. The men gathered around her and once again, she was caught in the vision of four hard cocks, cradled within the grasp of a hand, eagerly anticipating their turn for her. When Lance stopped, he quickly got up off her chest, only for Brett to straddle her next and sit down. Blake looked up to see the devious smirk across his face.

"You wanna fuck my tits too!?"

He didn't reply in spoken word, only nodding his head. Blake pulled her breasts apart, offering a passage for his thick shaft. She hung her head upside down off the coffee table to gaze an inverted view at Russell, Avon and Shawn all standing in front of her. She soon felt Brett's hands over hers, prompting her to remove them from her breasts. Instead of her own touch, he was using his hands to shove her tits together. This left Blake's hands free, leading to Avon and Russell moving to the sides of the table. As Brett began to pump his shaft between her tits, she reached out to grab Avon's dick with her right hand and Russell's with her left. Head still hanging upside down with her long blonde hair flowing freely at the edge of the table, Blake could see the grin across Shawn's face from her upside down view.

"Come on and fuck my face, Shawn! Don't give me that look and pretend you don't want to do it!"

"Be careful what you ask for, babe!"

Stepping forward, he reached down with his right hand to grip her hair and then Shawn fed his cock between her lips. Blake's hands frantically pumped those two black cocks up and down, all while she could feel Brett's dick thrusting between her plump tits. Lance was the one left out now, just standing there and wanking himself as he fixated his eyes on her exposed pussy. Her thighs glistened in wetness, as Blake had yet to truly be fucked. Closing her eyes, she gagged on the length of Shawn's cock, lightly choking again.

"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-KAH-KAH!"

Shawn moved his hand out of her hand and instead used both hands to grip at the edges of the table. He bucked his hips, driving his cock down her throat as his ball smacked up against her forehead in this position. Her eyes watered up, smearing the mascara around her eyes into dark smudges. He looked forward, noticing the expression of pleasure painted across his friend's face as Brett was thrusting his cock hard and fast between those tits. All the while, Blake's hands worked, pumping up and down Avon and Russell's shafts. Currently taking four on one, she didn't hesitate whatsoever to work each cock accordingly.

"This nasty whore is a fucking machine! I could fuck these titties all day, man!!"

Brett groaned and loudly exclaimed his words. Harder and faster, he continued to thrust between those tits before loosening the grip with his hands. From where Shawn was standing, he could see hi cock stretching her throat muscles with each full thrust. He pushed it to the back of her throat, feeling Blake's lips at the base of his shaft. He continued to thrust further, still fucking her mouth in unison with his friend titty-fucking her. When Shawn finally was satisfied enough to pull out, he made sure to give him one full thrust for the final bit of deep throat action before he pulled his cock from her lips. Blake gasped, moaning as drool began to fall from her upper lip and trickle down her face. Her makeup was ruined from this last round of face-fucking. Shawn stepped back, watching the line of her own saliva run down the left side of her nose and dangle from her forehead.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!"

She yelled, moaning at the feeling of Brett still fucking her tits. Upon leaning her head up, Blake watched him let go of her tits and then pull his cock away. The man quickly got up, leaving her to lay there across the small coffee table. Shawn pointed two fingers over at Russell and Avon.

"You guys ready?"

They nodded back at him and then he shifted his eyes down to Blake's face.

"What about you? Ready to get fucked?"

Nodding her head, Blake bit down on her lower lip, purring a moan before she replied in a low, slutty tone.

"Mmmmmm, by more than one at a time. Yeah, you can say I'm ready to get fucked."

Lance stomped his way towards Shawn, shaking his head.

"I wanna be in that pussy first. The rest of y'all mother fuckers can stand back and wait."

Avon and Russell laughed at their friend. Blake leaned up, now sitting on the table as she turned to look in Lance's direction and talk dirty back to him.

"What's that I hear? You wanna fuck me first?"

He gave her a nod before replying.

"Hell yeah! You gonna be on top of me with those big ass titties shaking all around!?"

Shawn stepped forward, clapping his hands just to make sure that he had everyone's complete attention. He snapped his fingers at Blake.

"Get up, babe. Let Lance lay down over the table and you get on top."

"Ohhhh, I thought you'd never ask."

A smartass reply back at Shawn, followed by a smirk from Blake. She stood up, stomping her heels down into the floor as Lance now moved to lay down over the table. Shawn looked back at Russell and Avon, speaking again.

"You guys get in the front and back of the table. Remember what I told you about the spit roast position?"

They nodded at her as Blake giggled. She placed the palm of her right hand down across Lance's stomach, preparing to climb up and straddle him. But not without making a response to Shawn's word.

"Sounds like I get to have a big fucking black cock shoved up all three of my holes now, did I hear that right?"

Her left hand grabbed Lance's cock, holding it upward as Blake was now hovering her sweet wet cunt directly above it. He let out a grunt, then spoke up.

"Yeah, you fucking heard him right, you nasty ass hoe! Now shut up and give me that pussy!"

Lance's blunt reaction caused all the men to laugh with Blake trying to hold herself back from giggling. She gazed down, noticing the serious expression painted across his face as she shoved the head of his cock to her pink folds. Biting down on her lower lip, she slowly brought herself down on it. Lance groaned at the feeling of his cock entering her warm delight, experiencing the tightness of her pussy. As Blake adjusted herself in this position she began to lean down. Her big tits brushed against his ebon skin and then she felt Lance wrap his arms around her. Avon was standing in front of her while Russell had made the trip to get behind the table. Turning to look at her left side, Blake noticed Shawn standing and directing them. From her right side, Brett was standing there and stroking his cock.

"You ready for this, Blake? Ready for more cock?"

Shawn spoke up but she didn't bother looking at him. Letting out a whimpering moan, her eyes shifted up at Avon.

"Mmmmm, yeah. Give it to me! I want to feel all three of those big fucking black cocks stretching my holes!"

"You fucking heard her, guys! Give it to her!"

Before Avon could make his move, Blake suddenly felt Russell's shaft sliding up the crack of her thick booty. He used his hands to pull those thick ass cheeks apart and find her dark little hole. Leaning down, he spit on it and then guided his cock into her ass. Blake gasped upon that feeling, but her moans were muffled by Avon grabbing her blonde hair with his right hand and then shoving his cock into her mouth. A muffled and incoherent moan was audible with her mouth stuffed with cock. Blake closed her eyes, bracing herself as the moment had come that she had all three big black cocks shoved into her tight holes.

"Don't forget about us! Jerk these fuckin' hogs!!"

Brett screamed at her as he thumped his cock towards her right hand. Blake opened her eyes and quickly latched her hands to grab Shawn and Brett by the dick. Twisting her fingers, she began to wank them up and down. Avon and Russell began to thrust forward, bucking their hips to drive a cock into her mouth and ass simultaneously. Lance kept his arms wrapped around her bucking his hips to pump his cock into her pussy. He grunted, closing his eyes at the feeling of her hard nipples poking into his chest.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!! This pussy is so TIGHT!! DAMN!!"

Shawn's eyes were fixated on watching Avon and Russell. One would thrust, then the other would buck his hips in behind. They rocked her body in a steady rhythm, all while Lance was the one bucking his hips out of key. Blake closed her eyes, as she was overwhelmed at the feeling of having a cock shoved into each of her holes. She gargled, gagged and choked on Avon's length unable to moan. He placed both of his hands down over her head, gripping her hair to make it easier for thrusting in and out of her mouth. Russell let out a loud moan.

"This ass was built for pounding! Fuck!!"

Gritting his teeth, he exhaled and growled. Russell slapped her ass with his right hand and began to thrust harder and faster. Brett moaned, watching her hand pump his shaft up and down. Shawn could feel her fingers gripping his dick tightly, but his eyes were studying the movement of his two student actors Russell and Avon hard at work. Avon thrust harder and faster into Blake's mouth before slowing down. He groaned and then pulled his shaft from her lips, interrupting this position of triple penetration. With her mouth free, Blake screamed loudly.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!!"

Her voice echoed throughout the room. Lance grunted and then yelled back at her.

"You like that, bitch!? You enjoying yourself, you nasty ass hoe!? You like getting fucked by more than one guy at the same time!?"

"YESSS, YESSSSS, YESSSSSSSSS!!"

She gritted her teeth after screaming, letting out a growling moan. Blake shook her wrists, jerking Shawn and Brett's cocks at such a speed that her hand almost looked like a blur. Groaning, Brett stepped back and pulled her hand off his shaft. Blake grinned in his direction, teeth still barred as Lance and Russell were thrusting away into her ass and pussy in a fast paced rhythm now.

"What's the matter!? Was I about to jack you off until you fucking EXPLODE!?"

The last word of her speech was yelled at such a volume, Blake's voice echoed throughout the hotel suite. By this point in time, she believed to have enough experience to withstand the onslaught of hard double penetration action. Shawn wasn't disappointed. He knew that Blake was built for fucking and could handle this, but the men had to share. She let go of Shawn's dick with her left hand, balling her fists together and then screaming aloud again.

"OHHHHHH, FUCK YES! THAT'S IT!! THAT'S HOW I LIKE TO GET FUCKED!! I LIKE IT HARD!!"

Lance gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and grunting as he slowed down. Shawn snapped his fingers, pointing at Russell as he quietly gestured it was time to change position. Slowing down to a complete halt, Russell stepped back and pulled his shaft out of her dark little hole. Blake felt the absence of his cock shoved up her buttocks, so she began to climb up. She reached down with her right hand and carefully pulled Lance's shaft out from her pussy. The position was to now change, but there was nothing slowing down her lust. Blake's body was on fire and she wasn't going to go for an extended period of time without having a cock shoved into her pussy and ass together.

"Russell, Avon! Come on guys, let's do the standing position like I showed you!"

Shawn was at least in control to teach his actors. Brett had stepped back, giving Blake the impression that had truly pushed him to the brink of blowing his load despite him not being inside of her yet. The time had come for Avon and Russell to switch places. Blake stood in front of Russell, shoving her body up against his as Avon moved to the back.

"You know what to do in this position, babe?"

She leered at Shawn with a smug grin across her lips.

"Fuck yeah I know what to do!"

He ignored her reply and resumed to instructing his actors. Shawn looked back at Avon, speaking again.

"Avon, help Russell out! You guys gotta lift her up."

Blake felt their hands slide across her skin and then raise her up. Russell had moved his hands over her stomach, just above the garter belt. She erupted in laughter feeling her feet lift up from the floor, dangling on both sides of Russell. Placing her hands up on Russell's shoulders, Blake made eye contact with him as the other man stood there, jacking themselves off at this sight. For Blake, this was the second time she was getting sandwiched between two strong black men. As their bodies rubbed up against her, she reached down with her right hand in a desperate attempt to grab one of their cocks. But both Russell and Avon had used one hand to grab their erect pole. Blake could feel Avon's shaft pushing up the crack of her booty, eventually finding her dark little hole. She gasped and then Russell carefully pushed his between the folds of her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah..."

Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Lance walked over to her left side while Shawn was now to Blake's right handed side. Exhaling deeply, Blake began to ramble with dirty words to form a speech.

"Oh god, ohhhhh yeah! This is just what I needed today, mmmmmm! I want you both to fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Lance grabbed her left hand wrist, jerking her towards his cock. Blake opened her eyes, noticing the grin across his face. She wrapped her fingers around his pole and then she took a look on her right side, noticing Shawn's cock in reach.

"You are one nasty ass bitch, you know that, right!?"

Blake nodded her head at Lance.

"Oh, I know how to get fucking nasty! I can tell you that!"

He laughed, feeling her hand glide up and down his cock. Blake stroked both cocks, all while Brett was the only man left out this time. He sat on the couch, watching as he jerked himself. Avon and Russell were hard at work, bucking their hips to slowly thrust each cock into her holes.

"Does your husband know you prefer the brothers over his white ass?"

Lance taunted Blake again, smirking back at her. She whimpered another moan and then gritted her teeth. Grunting at him, she screamed her words.

"I'M A BLACK COCK WHORE!!"

Hearing those words screamed at such a force had only motivated Russell to thrust into her pussy harder and faster. Avon was forced to pick up the pace, bucking his hips faster to keep up with his friend, all while Blake's hands pumped Lance and Shawn's shafts up and down.

"YESSS, YESSSSS, YESSSSSSS!!"

The louder she screamed, her voice could undoubtedly be heard echoing from beyond the door leading back into the hall. Blake locked eyes with Russell, yelling at him.

"HARDER!! FASTER!! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME!!"

Brett gasped, dropping his lower lip as he quickly stood up at the sight of this position. His hand was working his cock hard and fast, now as he could see her heels dangling from the side. Russell and Avon thrust harder and faster, all while Blake had stopped jerking Lance and Shawn. She let go of each cock to raise her hands up and then place them onto Russell's shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin as she felt her body rock. Breasts bouncing along with her feet, Blake gritted her teeth as Russell and Avon were concentrated on fucking her into tomorrow.

"OHHHH GOD, THAT'S IT!! YEAH, THAT'S IT!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEE!!"

The more Blake screamed, it seemed that motivated Russell and Avon to try and fuck her at a faster speed. They both were grunting, their faces scrunching up. Shawn could tell from watching them, both men were trying their hardest to hold back their orgasm. He clapped his hands together, ordering them to stop.

"That's enough! Gotta change positions now!"

"Ohhhh, thank the lord!"

Avon spoke in relief. They had both come to a step, stepping back and carefully allowing Blake's heels to set back down onto the floor. She was breathing heavily, somewhat disappointed to end this position without the sweet release of a hard orgasm. Russell's cock left her pussy first, then Avon quietly pulled his shaft free from her ass. Brett began to strut his way towards her, waving his cock around playfully with his right hand. Grinning at her, he pointed at his shaft and spoke.

"Come get this hog, baby! You know you want it!"

Falling down to her knees, Blake giggled mischievously. She stomped her palms and knees down into the floor and began to crawl her way to Brett. He teased her by taking a few steps backwards.

"You want me to suck on it again or are you gonna let me climb up and ride it?"

Still smirking, Brett just shook his head at Blake. She wasn't going to get a vocal answer from him to that question.

"You know what to do, babe."

Spank! Lance had stepped behind her and smacked that phat ass with his right hand. Blake moaned and then glanced beyond her right shoulder to see him.

"I'm fucking you up the ass next. You think you can handle that?"

Still crawling, Blake grinned back at Lance and taunted him in return.

"You think you can handle my big white ass without breaking off your big fucking black cock in it?"

Lance nodded his head slowly at her. He then pulled his right hand back and slapped that thick booty again. She reached the end of her crawl, gazing up at Brett who let go of his cock to allow Blake to grab a hold with her right hand. She twisted her fingers around what he called his 'hog' before rising up. Blake quickly straddled Brett and then climbed up, sinking her knees down into the couch from both sides. His eyes became enlarged and he gasped as her big tits hung in his face. He raised his hands, grazing them over her skin to grip her breasts and give them a squeeze, all while feeling his cock slide firmly into her cunt. As Brett moaned, Blake glanced behind her right shoulder to tease Lance.

"You want this ass?"

She pulled her right hand, playfully smacking her right cheek. Turning her face back to Brett, Blake leaned up and slid her hands to the back of his bald head, guiding him between her breasts. He shook his head, slobbering as he began to motorboat her breasts loudly. All the while, Russell, Avon and Shawn stood back. The other two black men needed a slight break from her lustful onslaught. Shawn had whispered to both of them in a low voice, telling the men they all needed to hold back their orgasm until they were ready to drown her in cum. It was all about the money shot in porn. Shawn simply wanted to remind his guys that, all while they watched Lance step behind Blake and spank her ass again.

"You ready to get another black dick up your phat white ass, you nasty bitch!?"

Moaning out, Blake bit down on her lower lip. Brett was still busy slobbering all over her tits. She guided her left nipple to his lips while she responded to Lance's taunt with one of her own.

"Yeah! What are you waiting for!? Shove that big fucking black cock right up my ass! Come on, give it to me!"

Her words were enough to encourage Lance as he slid his long black snake up the crack of her ass and found her dark little hole. Blake gasped and then exhaled deeply before she felt that cock thrust into her back door hole. His hand smacked across the right cheek of her ass and then Brett began to buck his hips forward, despite his face still being smothered by her breasts. When he thrust upward, Blake placed her hands on his shoulders and glanced behind her right one. Lance had moved his hands to her hips, clutching at them as he bucked his hips forward to drive his cock into that firm white ass.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's it! Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!!"

Lance moaned, watching the entire length of his long shaft disappear into Blake's ass. Shawn began to step towards the couch, Russell and Avon both approached from behind him. When Blake flipped her long blonde hair around to see them from the corner of her, she screamed for more.

"Shawn, get over here and let me suck on your fucking cock!!"

She was in control, calling out the orders how she wanted it. Blake didn't care that she was becoming fatigued. She felt that she was in complete control, ready to drain the balls to all of these men. By the time they were done fucking her, she wasn't going to be the only one exhausted. Shawn climbed onto the couch from the right side and then carefully stepped around until he standing with his feet stretched out. Brett's head was directly between his legs with enough space for him to feed his cock into Blake's mouth. Lance spanked that ass again, moaning as he continued to thrust.

"Damnnnnn, this fucking ass is amazing!"

Grunting and gritting his teeth together, Lance tried to go harder and faster for her. Blake's moans were muffled into slobbering and sucking noises with Shawn's cock back in her mouth. Brett had moved his face out from her breasts, but noticing his friends dangling nut sack about his head, he was praying that it didn't touch his skin. Avon and Russell gave each other a look and decided to join in. There was no need to leave themselves absent from watching another round of Blake get air tight. Her hands were not currently in use. Avon moved to the left side of the couch, pressing his knee down, followed by Russell moving to the right. Blake noticed them after she felt a sudden movement on the couch. She was not overwhelmed enough to reach out with her hands and clutch those cocks.

"Ride it, babe! Ride it! OHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"

As Brett moaned, the sound of Lance grunting could be heard. Those noises were quickly followed by Shawn grunting. With his hands clutching the side of her head, Shawn proceeded to fuck her mouth again. Blake took every inch of that cock, slobbering all over it as she kept her eyes closed. Those big hoop ear rings bounced and shook along with her breasts. If not for her feet still being in a set of high heels, she would've curled her toes up. Lance began to draw his hand back and bring it down for a series of spanks across her buttocks. With each spank he gave her, Blake wanked Avon and Russell faster with her hands. he eventually began to slow down, wailing aloud.

"Goddamn! This fucking ass, woooooo!!"

Still thrusting into her ass, Lance let out another wailing moan then spanked her ass harder. The palm of his right hand was now stinging. Shawn observed this moment and then stopped thrusting in her mouth, He pulled his cock out and quickly climbed off the couch. This sudden move prompted Russell and Avon to do the same, pulling away to leave Blake atop of Brett. He stopped thrusting, knowing it was time to change position. This time, Blake was going to make sure that she called the shots. Her voice began to crackle into a slow laugh. Slowly rising up, Blake continued to giggle as she carefully pulled Brett's cock from her juicy cunt.

"The fuck you laughing at, hoe!?"

Lance yelled at Blake, but she just continued to giggle in her soft voice. Turning around, she moved her hands beneath her tits. Bouncing them slightly to tease the men.

"I think I'm tiring you guys out, rather than the other way around."

Raising up her right hand thumb, Blake licked across her fingernail, biting down on it before she taunted the men again with words of filth.

"You're trying to hold yourselves back. Don't wanna blow that load too soon, huh?"

Shawn smirked at Blake, gripping his cock down below. She was openly challenging him as the only man who could properly wear her out. He would require some aid though. From where Brett was seated, he had the view of her thick ass right now. Shawn stepped forward while Blake gripped Brett's shaft with both hands, carefully tilting it upward.

"You know I can make you cum real hard, babe."

Lance leered at Shawn, quietly shaking his head with a smirk. Blake had leaned up, lowering herself down on Brett as she drove his cock up the crack of her ass. With a grin, she winked at Shawn before shoving Brett's shaft into her dark little hole.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck! Goddamn that's a tight hole!"

Giggling at Brett's reaction Blake spread her legs out to expose her cunt. Shawn stood with Lance off to his right. Russell and Avon were standing together from his left shoulder side. Blake could've taunted any of the men or asked them to gang up on her, but she singled out Shawn for a reason. He would recognize this position she was currently in, reminiscing back to the threesome they shared with his friend Jason.

"Come fuck me, Shawn! What are you waiting for!?"

Her taunting words had the effect, making Shawn almost stumble towards her. He got between Blake's legs, making eye contact with her as she gritted her teeth. Clutching his cock with his right hand, Shawn first teased her by rubbing the head of shaft across her vulva lips. He sunk it in, listening to her exhale a deep breath and then moan at the feeling of having two cocks inside of her in unison once more. The black men stood back, watching as they began to quietly jack off at this sight.

"Fuck that nasty ass hoe! Fuck her!!"

Lance screamed at Shawn, as if the man needed any encouragement coming from anyone besides Blake. Brett's hands slid across her stomach, eventually finding her big tits. He pressed the palms of his hands down onto them, giving those breasts a good squeeze before he began to thrust his cock into her ass. Biting down on her lower lip, Blake purred her moans as Shawn then began to buck his hips forward and thrust his cock into her pussy. Her legs were still spread as she called out for him.

"Ohhhh yeah! That's it, Shawn! Fuck me! Fuck me!!"

"Yeah, fuck that hoe!! She's fucking nasty!! Fuck her like the nasty ass bitch she is!!"

After yelling, Lance stomped his feet into the floor. Shawn wasn't paying his words any attention. Blake wrapped her legs around his waist, shoving the edge of her high heel pumps into his buttocks. Brett rocked, thrusting his hips as he pumped his cock up into her ass. After he thrust, Shawn would thrust right after him. They worked together simultaneously, rocking her body in this position now. Blake gritted her teeth, letting out growls before she screamed.

"FUCK ME!! OHHHHHHHH!!"

Gasping her breath, Blake could feel her body rocking. Shawn moved his hands to her hips, leaning down as he began to thrust harder and faster. Her heels dug into his buttocks before slipping off. As Russell and Avon stood there jerking themselves, they began to approach the couch while Lance stood back and yelled for them.

"There you go! Show that fucking hoe how it's done! FUCK HER!!"

"YESS, YESSS, YESSSSSSS!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!! OHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!!"

She gritted her teeth again after screaming, but now Brett had picked up the pace. Eyes closed, Blake could feel the sensations surging through her body. Over and over, Shawn and Brett thrust into her holes. She screamed again, then opened her eyes wide to see Avon and Russell from the corners of her sight.

"BRING ME THOSE FUCKING BLACK COCKS!!"

Clutching her fists together, Blake shook her hands demanding that they step closer so she could jack them off like before. Both Avon and Russell stepped to the couch. Her right hand grabbed Russell and she began to jack him off fast. Avon moved to the other side of the couch, allowing Blake to grasp his pole down below. Teeth barred again, she growled her moans as Shawn continued to pump his dick into that pussy.

"FUCK MEEEEE!! OHHHH GOD, FUCK ME!! YESSSS, YESSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSSS!!"

Despite her feeling of having an extra bit of stamina, the sands of time had turned upside down for Blake's impending climax. She knew that the time was drawing short. Shawn was the one man Blake wanted to push her to this moment. Panting and gasping, she could feel Brett's cock pushing into her ass, right in chorus with Shawn's hard thrusts. Still pumping her hands over those black cocks, jerking them, Blake raised her head and closed her eyes. She wanted to hold back this orgasm so badly, but as Shawn made another hard thrust, she suddenly opened her eyes and gasped.

"FUCKKKKK!!! OHHH, OHHHHHHHH GOD!!"

Gasping repeatedly, Blake's legs began to shake and she stopped moving her hands. Letting of the cocks she had grasped, her eyes gazed forward at Shawn as she unwrapped her legs around his waist. Brett had come to a sudden halt too. Shawn could feel her inner walls collapsing within and flooding gush of her juices. He reached for his shaft and abruptly pulled it out. Quickly stepping aside, the men got to witness the forceful burst of her juices. Blake squirted her juices across the floor. Lance had been standing there the whole time, wanking himself but at that sight, now he was raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Damn, she can fucking squirt!"

Shawn grinned to the other actor.

"Yeah, she knows how to handle herself."

Purring soft moans, Blake swallowed her breath as she was trying to catch herself to a quick recovery. She pressed her hands down into Brett's stomach from beneath her and began to quickly rise up. Shawn offered her a hand, but she didn't want his assistance. Her heels hit the floor and then she stood up with Brett's shaft pulling out of her dark little hole to thumb down across his chest. Blake licked her lips with Shawn standing in front of her and then Lance off to his right side next to Avon and Russell to the left. She wasted no time falling down to her knees. Swallowing her breath again, Blake nodded as the men began to surround her. Ready to be overwhelmed with several cocks in her face again, she moaned and called for them.

"Mmmmmmm, I know how to make these cocks explode. Get over here and let me suck 'em one last time."

"Like a nasty ass-"

Before Lance could finish his speech, Blake cut him off, yelling over his voice.

"Nasty ass fucking bitch! That's me! Bring me your big fucking black cock!"

Brett sat on the couch, watching as the other men surrounded Blake. Shawn was facing her, his cock dripping in her juices. Blake grabbed it, licking it clean and slurping her juices off the shaft while her big blue eyes gazed left and right. She cleaned Shawn's cock, but her attention was more focused on the black dicks that awaited her. Blake grabbed Lance's shaft with her right hand, shoving it into her mouth as her left hand found Russell's dick. Like clockwork, her hand glided across one shaft while she bobbed her head down the other. Brett suddenly stood up, wanking himself at the sight in front of him.

"Yeah, there ya go! Suck on them hogs, baby!!"

Grunting and groaning was all she could hear from the men. After slobbering all over Lance's dick, she popped her lips off and moved to give Avon's shaft some mouthy attention. Not before she spit across the head and flicked her tongue over it. He was able to stand there and watch as the actress once again shoved his dick between her lips and proceeded to suck on it. Shawn began to wank his cock, not even worried if she would suck him off him again. Blake pulled her lips off Avon's cock after sucking it a bit, then finally she went to suck on Russell but the man stepped back. His hand was gliding across it, wanking himself as he pointed the cock directly at her face.

"Ohhhh, OHHHHHHH FUCK!!"

She realized quickly that he was about to blow his load for her. Blake grinned, her big blue eyes looking up at Russell.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Wanna cum all over my face!?"

Taking deep breathes, Russell's face was all scrunched up as he gritted his teeth. He continued to wank his cock, yelling at Blake.

"YESSS, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM!!"

Closing her eyes right in time, Blake didn't feel the first blast of his cum that shot with such force it missed her face all together and landed in her hair. The gooey drops ran down the back of her head and the left side of her golden locks. The next spurts of cum at least splattered onto her left cheek. Opening her eyes, she flashed the first row of her pearly white teeth while biting down on her lower lip. Russell aimed his cock down below, still wanking as more wads of cum painted across her skin to give her a proper 'pearl necklace' directly above those busty tits. The other men had circled around her, all wanking their cocks in anticipation to give her more cum.

"Keep it on her face, guys! She wants it there, drown her in fucking cum!"

Shawn's words made Blake giggle before she yelled those same words.

"Drown me in cum! Yes, give me every last drop you've got! I want it! I need it! Give me that cum!"

"Oh yeah, you need some fucking cum? Then this is all for you, nasty fucking bitch!"

Lance couldn't help himself but to call her that one last time as he stepped forward. Blake looked up at him, sticking her tongue out as she watched his hand slide down his shaft. She blinked her eyes, noticing the strings of cum that went flying from his shaft and landing across her face. Right as Lance was having his orgasm, Avon also began to cum from her right side. A thick wad of cum splattered into her hair and across the left side of her face. Blake closed her eyes, avoiding a few thick droplets that went into her right eyebrow and running down her cheek.

"Oh my god, so much fucking cum..."

"Yeah but you asked for it!"

Shawn was the one speaking, causing Blake to giggle as she could feel the warm sticky substance beginning to drip down her face. She opened her eyes, gazing forward to see Brett now in front of her. She stuck her tongue out, loudly going 'ahhhh!' as he wanked the pole he referred to as a 'hog' directly in front of her face.

"Mmmmmmm, cum for me. Give me your hot load too, I need more of it."



"Ohhhh, shit! Ohhhhhhh, fuck! You look so pretty with that cum!!"

Brett was wailing, almost crying out his words in pleasure as he continued to wank his cock and force spurts of cum out. Blake could feel them landing on her right cheek and dripping down her neck. She closed her eyes and then began to speak after none of his cum landed on her tongue at all.

"Mmmmmm, that's it. Drench me like a nasty fucking whore. Give me every last drop you've got, big boy."

A few final thick droplets came out in a spurt, splattering onto her nose and the right side of her face. Brett was spent, out of breath and seemingly exhausted. He staggered off, leaving Shawn behind as the final man to cover her face. Blake opened her eyes, noticing him step forward with his cock in hand. She reached up with her right hand and pulled his own hand away. For the final man, Blake felt inclined to finish him with her own touch. Her fingers tightly squeezed around his erect pole as she aimed it to her face and began to wank him hard and fast. Closing her eyes, she was delighted to hear Shawn moan for her and then he screamed.

"FUCK!!"

Blake's efforts were rewarded with string after string of cum splattering onto her face. The cum that had already glazed her face was beginning to drip and stream, now with an additional layer. Some of it went into her hair, but most of Shawn's load splattered across her forehead and drenched her right eyebrow. When she no longer felt any cum landing on her face, Blake opened her eyes and fed the head of his cock into her mouth where she milked him of the final last drops. Out of breath, panting repeatedly, Shawn pulled his cock from her mouth and then watched as Blake licked her lips.

"God that was fucking incredible. She handled that better than the last gang bang I've been involved in, I can say that much."

Brett let out a sigh after uttering his words. For a moment, Blake just sat there on her knees with the depleted cocks still surrounding her. All the men took a moment to look at her cum covered face. Completely drenched, Blake was fatigued too. Her makeup was entirely ruined with the most amount of cum she had ever seen in her life as the final layers. She licked her lips, letting strands of cum drip and stream down her skin. Shawn stepped away for a moment and then returned clutching a phone in his right hand. He smirked down at her when she noticed the phone in his hand.

"Wanna take a picture real quick?"

Running her hands down to her boobs, Blake pushed them up and grinned at Shawn.

"Only if you're gonna send that to my phone."

"Where else you think I'd be sending it?"

Deep down, Blake knew she had to trust Shawn to do something like this. A photo after what they had just went through was enough to cause a scandal. But she didn't care about that right now. Blake was thinking more of the fact she needed a little bit of proof to cement this memory and relive it in the future. It would be a reminder of when she flicked the switch and became a different woman while acting in affairs to fulfill her own fantasies. The photo could serve as proof if she ever wanted to share this memory with Salma, just to show the woman she considered a mentor, what dirty deeds she did all on her own. Shawn stepped forward, making sure he had all five cocks in the frame of the camera. Blake smirked, holding up her breasts to make sure every last string of cum splattered on her skin could be captured in this moment. The camera flashed and the photo was quietly snapped.

Shawn smiled as the men stepped away and took a look at the phone. Their eyes glanced back over at her before Shawn turned the flat screen to allow Blake to witness the photo from the floor. It was difficult for her to see all the details from afar. Finally wiping some of the cum from her face, she got up to look at the phone. Shawn smiled back at her and the men slowly clapped their hands as if congratulating her for managing through this hardcore gang bang session. Smiling wide, once again Blake thought to herself that she had truly become something else when indulging herself in these filthy events. It didn't end like her first time with Shawn where one man had fucked her into exhaustion. To still be able to stand after going through five men at the same time, she couldn't have felt more proud. To revel in what was almost an alter ego almost felt like an escape from life. It only felt so much better to become someone else when going off on these adventures. Blake Lively knew today more than ever, she was the Hollywood Housewife Whore.



THE END

[Nikko]

Whore! Yeah, that's the word chosen for this Blake Lively story.
Crazy her evolution and her ability, tenacity to go further, more numerous, more people than she desires this star! Another splendid story passed in LA.

I love the choice of all the photos, this finale is explosive both in the background and in the form. This dear 'Jack' has very good ideas from screenwriters.
Bordel but how Blake takes it from everywhere this time, his body so desirable in cashes in as it should now and it is so beautifully written and illustrated in this last chapter!
I love it, I love it so much!!
Thank you very much.