A Boyfriend's Fantasy – Pt. 03

Part 3 of the story; Scott and Elle have arranged the big event.

Three weeks later. Scott and Elle are on a train together, headed into the city. They’d booked an Airbnb near the city centre – it wasn’t cheap, but they had every reason to splash out. Tonight, it happens.

Over the past few weeks, Elle and Scott had been hard at work finding participants. They’d set up a Tinder profile, the bio saying they were ‘looking for fun,’ but they hadn’t had much luck when explaining what they were actually after, and they eventually gave up.

They ended up setting up a burner account on Reddit, posting looking for guys to ‘Help make my boyfriend’s fantasy a reality.’ They had hundreds of replies, most from guys who were never serious, but Elle had managed to narrow it down to nine guys who all seemed respectful of her ground rules. She’d got their numbers and had saved them in the notes phone under their Reddit names.

Speaking of those – Scott and Elle had agreed on the following and had sent them to the guys to agree to;

– Both Elle and Scott can cancel at any time if either feels uncomfortable, without any hard feelings or repercussions.

– The guys have to make sure Elle gets her pleasure out of it. They’ve packed plenty of toys to ensure it happens – wands, vibrators, you name it. They’re actively required to eat her ass and pussy and give her as many orgasms as possible.

– Oral only – absolutely no penetration allowed.

– Nothing super rough – no forced deep-throating, choking, unless Elle asks for it. She is in charge, totally, and they have to respect that.

– ALL of the cumshots MUST be on Elle’s face, and Scott must cum last after everyone else has had their turn.

Elle had asked them to send pictures of themselves holding pieces of paper with the words ‘Reddit blowbang 2023’ on them – crumpled up so she could tell they weren’t fake.

“Are you nervous?” Scott asks, looking over at Elle as she stares out the window at the British countryside.

“Um, yeah, a bit. But it’s a good nervous,” she smiles.

“You sure? We can call it off, remember? I want you to be completely comfortable with it, babe,” Scott replies with genuine concern. He’s referring to the ground rules they set before they started organising things; Either of them can call the whole thing off at any point if they feel uncomfortable.

Elle puts her hand on Scott’s, holding it tight, and looks into his eyes; “I promise, it’s a good nervous. I don’t want to call this off. I want to do this for you.”

“Okay, as long as you’re sure. Have you heard from any of the guys?” Scott asks as he gently rubs Elle’s hand.

“Yeah, I sent them all messages again last night. So far, four of them have replied and said they’re still coming,” Elle smirks; “Or at least, they will be coming.”

Scott laughs. “Okay, so that’s what, three who haven’t got back to you?”

“Five, actually! I know we said we wanted five plus you, with a buffer of three as some of them were bound not to turn up, but there was one extra guy I invited because he seemed super experienced in group stuff and was really enthusiastic about it!”

“Elle, you realise if they all turn up, that’s ten guys… That’s a lot, even for the stuff I watch online!” Scott says, shocked at the prospect.

“They won’t all turn up – these are random guys from the internet, babe. We’ll be lucky if all four I’ve heard from show up.”

Elle and Scott got off the train, and after dropping their bags off at the Airbnb, which was a lovely apartment in a block of flats close to the city centre, they headed out into town to get some lunch and have a couple of drinks to ease the nerves.

Throughout lunch, there was palpable sexual tension between the two of them. Both Elle and Scott were so intensely excited and yet so apprehensive about what was going to happen that evening. On several occasions, Scott had thought about taking Elle back to the apartment and fucking her senseless, but common sense got the better of him – he can’t contribute effectively to the big finish if he’s already shot his load, right?

Keeping their eyes on the time, the couple wrapped up their drinks just after 5 pm. They’d arranged for the guys to arrive at 7, so they wanted to return to the apartment and freshen up with time to spare. They also needed to sober up a little…

Elle had a shower and started getting ready, with Scott jumping in afterwards. Elle had decided not to dress up too much for the occasion – she figured she wouldn’t be wearing all her clothes for long – so she went with something simple – a thigh-length denim skirt and a long-sleeved white crop top with thin black horizontal stripes, and nothing underneath. It was one of Scott’s favourites – she was wearing it the first time he ever came on her face, and the sight of her wearing it brought back that incredible memory.

As for her make-up, though… That was a different story. Elle had noticed through her extensive research since they agreed to do this that a big part of the visual appeal of a blowbang was seeing the girls get as messy as possible – mascara smeared, cum stuck in fake eyelashes, lipstick smudged across their cheeks. So, she went all out. Smokey mascara, sultry black eyeliner and a deep red shade of lipstick. Everything a girl needs to drive a group of boys wild…

Elle walks into the lounge of the apartment, where Scott is sitting on the sofa looking out of the window. He turns to look at her and gasps; “Fuck. Elle, you look SO hot.”

Elle smiled, “Yeah, well, I figured the boys would want me looking my best.” She sat beside Scott on the sofa, leaning in and kissing him passionately before pulling away and looking into his eyes.

“They should be there soon,” She grinned; “But until then…”

Elle unzipped Scott’s jeans and dropped to the floor before him, pulling his cock out of his pants.

“Until then, I think I’ll warm myself up,” she smirked as she started licking it slowly, up and down, up and down. Scott’s cock began to harden as she took it into her mouth.

“Oh fuck. Okay, but don’t you dare make me cum!” Scott proclaimed. Elle, whose head was bobbing up and down at this point, murmured, “Mmm hmm!” and continued to suck him passionately.

Then, out of nowhere – a doorbell.

Elle stopped sucking and looked up at Scott. “Well, I guess this is it? Go get the door, babe,” she whispered as Scott stood up, put his cock away and zipped his jeans back up.

Elle sat up on the sofa and took a sip of the gin and tonic she’d left on the coffee table, looking round at the door as Scott opened it.

She could hear general chatter, people saying hello and general greetings, and then in walked Scott, followed by two other guys. Elle could feel her nerves start to kick in. She had a knot in her stomach, felt hot, and began to stutter.

“H… Hey guys.” She greeted, quiet as a mouse. “I’m E.”

The guys smiled and greeted Elle, walking around to the middle of the room. There had been an agreement made before this was all set up – it would be anonymous. Elle and Scott would go by their first initial, and the guys would be numbers. Elle didn’t need nor did she want to know the names of the guys she was going to pleasure – it was hotter and felt a little safer that way.

“So, I guess you can be guy number 1,” Elle said nervously to the first of the two men who greeted her. He was a little taller than Scott, at about 5ft 9″, had a slim build and a neatly trimmed beard, and wore grey skinny jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Aaand, I guess you’re guy number 2,” she said to the other, taller still with a more heavy-set build and wearing black jeans and a white casual shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“Drinks, guys?” Scott smiled, trying to be a good host and make everyone at ease; “we’ve got beers, or I can make you a G&T?”

The guys opted for beers, and the four of them sat around and chatted for a bit – Elle on the sofa next to Scott and the guys on the two single chairs adjacent to them. Elle explained how they ended up in this situation, and Scott expressed how surprised he was that they were going through with it.

It got to 7:30 pm, and still, only the two guys had turned up.

“So, it’s half 7; what do you wanna do, babe?” Scott placed his hand on Elle’s thigh and asked. “Not sure if the others are going to turn up; we can get started if you like, or do you wanna wait a bit longer?”

“Ummm, if you’re all up for it, then fuck it. Let’s go. If anyone else turns up, they can join in if they’re not too late,” Elle answered – she was clearly nervous, you could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes, but she wanted to take the bull by the horns and get started.

“Okay, how do you wanna do this?” Scott asks.

Elle stood up and looked at Scott and guys 1 and 2, her finger on her lip, figuring out what she wanted. “Okay, I think I need you to warm me up,” she said, trying to sound as confident as possible. She looked over at Guy 1; “You, sit over there,” she commanded, pointing over at the left-hand side of the sofa.

“And you, the other side. All of you take off your jeans but leave your underwear on,” she said, looking at Guy 2.

The two guys obliged, and Elle sat between them, leaning back on the sofa and opening her legs.

“Babe, you know what I want from you. All of you, warm me up!”

Scott knelt in front of Elle, lifted her skirt up, and started kissing and licking her inner thigh. The guys started to lean in and fondle her breasts over the outside of her top, kissing her neck. Scott teased and gently kissed his way in toward her pussy, which was incredibly wet, and he started to lick her clit, as the other two guys continued to run their hands over her breasts.

“Oh my god, this is so hot,” Elle whispered, biting her lip as she felt two sets of hands passionately feeling her body and Scott’s tongue expertly dance around her pussy.

“Touch yourselves. Get hard for me, but don’t take your cocks out yet”, Elle instructed, and the two guys simultaneously started to stroke their cocks inside their boxers, their spare hands still caressing her tits. Scott started to lick faster and harder, and Elle closed her eyes, her head rolling back into the chair with pleasure.