How do I describe what a gang bang does for me personally? If I’m honest I think I can say that the act is misogynistic at worst and therapeutic at best. Also, it can be a little like rough housing with other kids, but with penetration. I thought long and hard on what to tell you. I said to myself, do I embellish the story with examples of male domination and talk of pussy and cock just so the pervs are titillated? Or, do I give a bold account of what really happened during the encounter?” After all, it was my gang bang and this is my story. Truthfully I feel a touch of regret because now I see what I could have done better. I’m equally impressed that I could pull one off after a year of constant change, despair and personal and physical setbacks. I was very encouraged by the turnout as well. The men who showed up were in need of a release and an escape. As you know, life hasn’t been as satisfying as it once was.

Every woman’s thought about it at one point her life. However, to actually dig down and find the fortitude of mind to seek out a group of men who would be more than happy to oblige you is what separates the women from the girls. I am such a woman. Having sex with man after man seems crazy in some ways. Then again, this lifestyle is like the air that I breathe. I know. I spend days befuddled by who I am and what I thought I’d be. However, it’s then that I think of the cottage industry I’ve created and how well I’ve managed to keep it rolling in spite of a raging pandemic in my beloved city and the loss of tourist dollars. As strange as it may seem, a gang bang is an opportunity to reset yourself and focus as the moment takes you away. I have been busy working on content for Only Fans and I recently had one filmed.

For the setting I chose one of my favorite hotels in town. For the video I was trying to paint a picture of New Orleans as she is right now, paired with a “devil may care” attitude. To make my point I feel it must take place in a unique and iconic setting. I decided on a Mardi Gras theme and had masks for the gentlemen who came to my door. This was part of the show and to give them anonymity. There’s always a rush of musk and uneasiness when a group of men gather naked for the first time. Think about that last sentence for a moment. Let it sink in. Have you ever smelled another man’s musk while waiting your turn, naked and eager, to dive into a wanton and willing woman? Standing before them I begin to notice that they are looking at my breasts and other delicacies as pack of wolves would ogle prey. I’m suddenly seized by a desire to protect myself and assert my control over the situation. I quietly, but ever so methodically look at each of them and convey that I’m in control and there will not be any monkey business.

Most group things start with the initial sizing of each other up and naked guys are no exception. One of the guys, and we’ll call him Shy Guy for this story, shrinks back some once a few of the more Alpha men start undressing. However, he was man enough to seek me out and take the risk in spite of himself. Body shaming has no place in the world of kink if you ask me. Just show up with a good attitude and the rest will fall into place. In every group encounter I’ve participated in there’s always one man who leads the charge. He’s usually a big guy with a big cock who needs to dominate me first so that everyone will understand that he’s Mr. Alpha. Mr. Alpha sometimes directs the scene and tells other men what to do as we film. My Mr. Alpha is just as I’ve described except he’s wearing a long sleeve shirt which takes away from the flesh on flesh, dreamy atmosphere I’m trying to create. Crap! Maybe he has tats to hide. I shrug it off. As I take in his already erect, baby pink cock, I muse on whether men need a leader in a strange and unfamiliar setting like this. I bring myself back to this moment and ever the hostess, I let my guests know I’m glad they’re here and they can feel free to have a good time.

As we begin I go straight for the cocks. I drop to my knees. As the men circle me I feel strangely smaller. I’m not afraid of them and I welcome the challenge to get off as many of them that are ready, willing and able. A short cock belonging to a man who has the cutest little beer gut is thrust into my mouth. I secretly call him Micro Brewery. Micro Brewery is semi hard and I feel like the alcohol is what keeps him soft. I lean into Mr. Alpha’s groin and switch up. Sometimes if one man watches you suck another man’s cock it might help him relax. When I switched again it was to Shy Guy’s half limp, but ready member. I made a little groan, took his cock and shoved it to the back of my throat. There was also a stranger, more earthy kind of man in the room. He had something that seemed unsettled and I’m not quite sure if he was housebroken. He was basically dripping with lust and desire. The dark wavy curls on his head seemed as conflicted and turbulent as the look of pain on his face. As I turned to face his cock he swiftly, and to my surprise, gently placed himself inside my mouth. He began fucking my mouth and with each thrust I felt myself grow wetter and wetter. When I rounded back Micro Brewery he was more than eager to let me suck him again. The visual helped and I was glad he was paying attention. Before I realized what was happening, the earthy, pained looking man, and we’ll call him Wild Thing for this story, is crouched behind me, sticking his cock deep inside me. This guy was hard in a way that felt sort of primal. We squatted and fucked this way for just a few minutes. Holding my balance using the balls of my feet, I was reminded of a scene from the movie “Quest for Fire” in which Rae Dawn Chong plays a prehistoric woman who’s taken prisoner by another tribe. In the movie’s realistic sex scene she squats and fucks another Cro-magnon actor as a another weird and likely mentally challenged actor coos and mimics their sounds and moans. This was quite scandalous for me to see as a young pubescent and like everyone who saw this scene I was turned on. As Wild Man came I listened to his sounds and secretly longed for a round two.

Mr. Alpha couldn’t wait any longer and I got the impression he had wanted to be first. He hoists me onto the edge of the bed and enters me forcefully. He’s quite theatrical it turns out and he asks “You’re a good little cum slut, aren’t you?” I reply “of course I am.” What else am I going to say? I’m the best little cum slut East of the Mississippi. Yes Sir! He continues grinding into me, turning me on my side to fuck me sideways and instructing the others to let me suck them. The moment he cums he jumps off of me and spends the next ten minutes in the bathroom cleaning himself. All that dirty talk from such a eager beaver and he muddies up my video with the sounds of the bathroom sink and shower? Still reeling from the two fucking’s I just had, Micro Brewery and Shy Guy corner me on the bed and take turns sticking their cocks into my mouth. I decide to let he, who is fond of the drink, mount me next. Shy guy needs a visual and I need to make sure this video is as long as possible. A gathering of men in a hotel room is a great setting. I make sure I am making the most out of who showed up. A door slams and I realize that Mr. Alpha has left and it’s then that I notice that Wild Man has vanished as well. As I turn back towards my remaining guests I worry that they won’t be able to accomplish what the two who have just left did in twenty seven minutes. Neither is as hard as the others or as sure of themselves. Deciding that this may be a good time to practice my Kegel exercies, I pull a deep and powerful orgasm out of Micro Brewery as he thrusts into me doggie style. Mercifully, he cums and then dresses and leaves. I need to work on Shy Guy now and we decide to let me get on top. The video for this scene is particularly good in spite of all of the distractions. A friend of mine is there for a few reasons as he’s providing light security and is shooting the video. We ask Shy Guy if he’s comfortable with him being so close to us. It’s necessary that my friend shoot close up’s of the good stuff. Shy Guy smiles and says “it’s cool” as my friend leans in with the camera. My pervs on Only Fans want to see his fuzzy cock going in and out of my milfy puss!! Shy Guy lets me ride him for several minutes and I feel like I’m playing peek a boo with his growing cock. I’m lifting my ass up in the air and sliding down his shaft like a real porn actress. I become lost in our movements that I do not realize that he’s already cum. We climb off of the bed and clean up. As we’re saying goodbye Shy Guy says to please keep his number. He wasn’t the guy I thought would leave last.

I close the door and turn to my camera man. He’s laughing because he’s completely bewildered that they have all left. He starts in about “back in my day” and “I didn’t stop fucking until the woman told me to get off of her!” I laugh and think about generational differences between men of my era and the men of today. They don’t linger. It’s interesting. You think they would. Then again, the men my age are the last of the the old boy’s club who were free to harass their secretary all morning, squeeze a waitress’ butt at lunchtime and have a meaningless quickie with a loved starved divorcee at the club after work. No accountability. No shame. If she made a fuss she was a whore anyway and he was a hero for having bagged her in the first place!

Time has changed some things for the better and I tell myself to be grateful for the turnout. I have the footage I need and will post these precious videos in spite of little goofs and my own insecurities as a fledgling porn actress. It’s not easy for me to watch myself on film. No one is a harder judge than oneself. However, subscribers on my Only Fans seem to like what I create and they gobble up even the tamer videos like one of me masturbating with my dildo or a “Get Happy” massage with a client. I am learning how to create the right ingredients for a great porn film. I never dreamed I’d be doing what I always considered cam girl type of work. I have always seen myself as an experience that is to be enjoyed in 3D. Your reward on Only Fans is you get to watch a real New Orleans prostitute hard at work. Just pay $9.99 per month and you can have pay per view Jilly!! If you’d like to see what this gang bang was all about and how I’m hustling in a popular city on the down low, subscribe and see for yourself. I have nothing to hide.