Amanda, an OnlyFans star, known for her ageless beauty and cheeky charm, lounged on her velvet sofa, a glass of prosecco in hand. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her silk robe clung to her curves. She was scrolling through her phone when her friend Jamie, a tech-savvy music producer with a knack for uncovering online gossip, called her.

“Amanda, you won’t believe what I stumbled across today,” Jamie’s voice crackled through the speakerphone, laced with mischief. Amanda’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Oh, Jamie, you know I love a juicy tidbit. Spill it!”

He chuckled. “It’s about you, darling. There’s this group on Twitter—or X, I suppose they call it now—called the ‘Amanda Wankchat Group.’”

Amanda nearly choked on her prosecco. “The what? Wankchat? What’s that—it sounds saucy!” She laughed, her voice a mix of shock and inquisitive delight. “What on earth is it?”

Jamie’s tone turned conspiratorial. “You know how you asked me to monitor your presence on social media? Well, it’s a bunch of blokes, mostly, posting pictures of you—leaked images, paparazzi shots, the lot. There’s loads of that on X, as you know, but this is different. They’re, erm, discussing what they’d… like to do with you. It’s a bit naughty, to put it mildly. I want to know if you’d like me to try and get it taken down.”

Amanda’s cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment. She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Naughty, you say? How naughty are we talking, Jamie? Give me the details!”

He hesitated, then plunged in. “Well, they share photos—some real, some AI-enhanced, making you look even more… you know, you. And the comments? Let’s just say they’re very… appreciative of your assets. Especially those famous nipples of yours.”

Amanda gasped, then burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Jamie! They’re obsessed with my nipples? That’s hilarious!” She paused, her mind racing. “Wait, this sounds… intriguing. Can you get me in? I want to see it for myself.”

Jamie sputtered. “You—what? Amanda, you can’t be serious! It’s a private group, and it’s… well, it’s quite explicit.”

She pouted, even though he couldn’t see it. “Oh, come on, Jamie. I’m a big girl. I can handle a few randy fans. I need to see what they’re saying. Please? Pretty please? I’ll owe you one. If I don’t like it, then you can try to get it shut down, but I’m guessing with Elon in charge of X, that’s unlikely.”

He sighed dramatically. “You’re impossible, you know that? Fine. But we’re not using your full name. I’ll set you up with a fake account. Something subtle… how about ‘SexyAmandaFan’?”

Amanda clapped her hands. “Perfect! You’re a star, Jamie. Do it now!”

“Alright, alright,” he grumbled. “But don’t blame me if you get offended. These guys don’t hold back.”

“That sounds intriguing,” Amanda purred.

By the time Amanda got home that night, Jamie had worked his magic. Her phone pinged with a notification: she was in. Jamie had created a Twitter account under the pseudonym “SexyAmandaFan” and had added her to the “Amanda Wankchat Group.”

Amanda eagerly started to scroll. The group was a whirlwind of adoration. Photos of Amanda littered the chat—she was in glittering gowns, tight jeans, many of her famous bikini shots, and the latest picture showed her in a deep V-neck red dress, showing enough of her breasts to drive fans wild. Her trademark nipples, always a topic of tabloid fascination, were a recurring theme. She knew her nipples were often a subject for discussion—and the most popular images in 'Amanda Wankchat Group' showed her nipples in all their glory, poking provocatively through her clothing. The comments were bold, lascivious, and unapologetically lustful.

“God, I’d give anything to see those nipples up close,” one user wrote.

“I’d love to cover them with my spunk!” said another—a comment that made Amanda’s heart skip a beat.

“Imagine Amanda sucking your cock!” another chimed in, followed by a string of fire and ‘water splash’ emojis. Amanda was streetwise enough to know that the water splash emoji represented fountains of sperm.

Amanda’s pulse quickened, her nipples hardening against her silk robe. She wasn’t offended—she was fascinated, her pussy tingling with a strange, intoxicating arousal. The idea of all these men, total strangers, so captivated by her that they’d created this secret space to worship her images… it was intoxicating. The idea thrilled her more than the comments she got on OnlyFans – those had become rather stale and repetitive. These were new and exciting.

She scrolled further, her fingers trembling with excitement, until one post caught her attention. It was a poll, accompanied by a photo of her in a sexy red dress, her nipples teasingly visible through the fabric. The question read: “Would you rather… Expose her bare chest and suck, lick, and worship her hard nipples for 10 minutes? Or watch her play and masturbate with her favourite dildo until she cums?”

Amanda’s breath caught. The audacity of it! But more than that, the fantasy of it sparked something deep within her. She read the replies, each one more fervent than the last. Some men yearned for the intimacy of her bare skin, and to suck on her nipples was their ultimate desire. The thought of it alone caused her nipples to swell, and she absent-mindedly stroked her right nipple, a shiver running through her as it hardened under her touch. Others craved the spectacle of her with a big dildo. Amanda was no stranger to sex-toys, and had several, which she used regularly when she was feeling horny. She bit her lip, her mind spinning with a wild idea.

“Jamie,” she said, calling him immediately. “I’ve seen the group. It’s… incredible.”

He laughed nervously. “Told you it was intense. You okay? Not freaked out?”

“Freaked out? Darling, I’m inspired.” Her voice was low, conspiratorial. “I want to do something crazy.”

Jamie’s tone shifted to alarm. “Oh no. Amanda, what are you planning? You’ve got that dangerous tone.”

She grinned. “I want to meet them. Some of them, at least. The ones who replied to this one post… it’s got my imagination running wild.”

“Meet them?” Jamie’s voice rose an octave. “Amanda, these are random blokes on the internet! You can’t just—”

“Not random,” she interrupted. “I’ll pick the ones who seem… interesting, in their own way. I’ll host a private party in a hotel. No cameras, no leaks. They’ll swear an oath of secrecy. And perhaps… I’ll give them a little to keep them happy.”

There was a long pause. “You’re mad,” Jamie finally said. “Absolutely barking. You know that, right?”

“Maybe,” she teased. “But it’s my fantasy too. Will you help me set it up? Screen the replies, make sure they’re not total creeps? I trust you, Jamie.”

He groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me. Fine. But I’m setting ground rules. No real names, no photos, and I’m hiring security to stand outside the room. Deal?”

“Deal!” Amanda squealed. “Oh, Jamie, this is going to be epic.”

Over the next week, Amanda, as “SexyAmandaFan,” messaged a selection of men who had responded most imaginatively and enthusiastically to the poll. She studied their Twitter profiles and feeds and formed opinions as to their suitability for her adventure. She revealed that she was the real Amanda and invited them to meet her. She did not elaborate on what would happen at the meeting but hinted that it might be more than a normal ‘meet and greet.’ She laid out her terms: absolute secrecy, no recording devices, and a promise to respect her boundaries. Unsurprisingly, all eight instantly agreed, their messages a mix of disbelief and reverence. They called her “goddess,” “queen,” and “dream come true.” Jamie helped her arrange the event at a discreet, upscale London hotel, booking a penthouse suite under an alias.

The night arrived, and Amanda dressed in front of her mirror, slipping into the same red dress from the photo that had sparked it all. The fabric hugged her curves, the deep V-neck accentuating her breasts. She wore no bra, as always, letting her natural allure take centre stage. Her heart raced—not with fear, but with the thrill of stepping into a fantasy she’d never dared to explore.

“Jamie, I’m heading to the hotel,” she texted. “Wish me luck!”

His reply was instant: “You’re insane, but you’ve got this. Security’s in place. Call me if you need me.”

She smiled, tucking her phone into her clutch. As her driver pulled up to the hotel, she took a deep breath, her nerves tingling with anticipation. The elevator ride to the penthouse felt like an eternity. When the doors opened, she stepped into the suite, excited to see who was there.

All eight men were already there, seated in a semicircle, their faces a mix of awe and nervous excitement. They were a diverse group—some in sharp suits, others in smart casual, all clearly starstruck. Each had a large name tag pinned to his shirt with his first name and Twitter handle displayed, so Amanda could easily see who was who. The room was softly lit, a bottle of champagne chilling on a table.

Amanda stood at the centre, her red dress catching the light. She flashed her trademark smile, her voice warm and commanding. “Gentlemen,” she began, “you’ve all sworn an oath. I trust you’ll keep it. Tonight, we’re here to make a fantasy real—for all of us. Are you ready?”

The men nodded, their eyes wide, their breaths shallow. Amanda’s heart pounded, but she felt alive, powerful, in control. This was her stage, and she was ready to perform.

Amanda stood at the centre of the room, her dress clinging to her curves like a second skin, the deep V-neck teasing the eight men seated before her. Her nipples did not disappoint—the dress was thin, perfectly showcasing her classic ‘pokies’ trademark. Her nipples tented the fabric enticingly, ensuring that all the men had erections swelling in their trousers. Their eyes were locked on her, a mix of awe, nerves, and barely contained excitement. Amanda, ever the showwoman, revelled in the attention. She tossed her golden hair, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“Gentlemen,” she purred, her voice smooth and commanding, “you’ve all sworn your oath, and I trust you’ll keep it. Tonight’s about making fantasies come true—for all of us. So, let’s start with a little… clarification.” She paused, her eyes glinting with playful intent. “The poll that brought us here had two options. I’m curious—who among you wanted to… how did it go? ‘Expose my bare chest and suck, lick, and worship my hard nipples for ten minutes’?”

The men shifted in their seats, glances darting between each other. Amanda speaking so openly about such an explicit question both shocked and aroused them. Then, almost in unison, all eight hands shot up. Amanda’s eyes widened, and she let out a delighted shriek, clapping her hands together. “Oh my God! All eight of you? Four per nipple!” She burst into laughter, her voice ringing with genuine amusement. “You lot are eager, aren’t you?”

The men chuckled, their nerves easing at her infectious energy. One of them, a tall man with dark hair and a tailored suit, spoke up, his voice tinged with both boldness and awe. “Can you blame us, Amanda? Your… assets are legendary.”

“Assets?” she queried, then looked down at her chest. She gave a little shimmy, making her breasts jiggle delightfully. “You mean my girls? Legendary, are they?” Amanda teased, arching an eyebrow. She placed a hand on her hip in a practised pose, the movement accentuating the curve of her waist. “Well, I suppose I should be flattered. But here’s the thing—I need to know you’re all in for the full experience. Because I’m not just a one-trick pony.”

A younger man, with tousled blond hair and a nervous grin, leaned forward. “Does that mean… if we all get to, erm, play with your… you know…” He gestured vaguely toward her chest, his cheeks flushing. “Does that mean you won’t do the dildo show? Because, I mean, that was the other option, and…”

Amanda tilted her head back and laughed again. “Oh, darling, you’re adorable when you stammer. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I have no intention of disappointing anyone tonight.” She stepped closer to the group, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. “You’ll get your nipple worship, and if it goes well, I’ll give you the dildo show of your dreams. I’m Amanda—I don’t do half-measures.”

The men erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable. A burly man with a beard and a deep voice called out, “You’re a bloody goddess, Amanda!”

She winked at him. “Keep that up, and you might get extra points, big fella.” The room buzzed with laughter, the tension melting into shared anticipation.

Amanda sauntered over to a high stool positioned near the centre of the room, its sleek design perfect for her plan. She perched on it, crossing her legs elegantly, the red dress riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of thigh. The men’s eyes followed every move. She leaned forward slightly, the V-neck of her dress dipping lower, and gave them a coy smile.

“Right, then,” she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “Let’s get this party started.” With a slow, deliberate motion, she reached for the straps of her dress and slipped them off her shoulders. The fabric slid down, pooling at her waist, revealing her bare breasts to the room.

There were audible gasps, a collective intake of breath as the men took in the sight. Amanda’s breasts were nothing short of spectacular—firm, perfectly shaped, and pointed, defying gravity with an almost supernatural allure. Her nipples, the stuff of tabloid legend, stood proud: thick, long, and a pale brown, rising from slightly puffy areolae that made the peaks protrude exquisitely. The room was silent for a moment, the men utterly captivated.

“Bloody hell,” whispered a man in glasses, his voice barely audible. “They’re… perfect.”

Amanda grinned, basking in their adoration. “Well, thank you, love. I do try to keep the girls in top form.” She cupped her breasts lightly, her fingers brushing her nipples, sending a shiver through her own body. “So, who wants to be first?”

The men exchanged glances, a mix of eagerness and uncertainty. The tall man in the suit stood up, his confidence returning. “I’ll go,” he said, his voice steady but laced with excitement. “Name’s Tom, by the way.”

“Tom, you cheeky thing,” Amanda teased, beckoning him closer with a finger. “Come on, then. Show me what you can do.”

Tom approached, his eyes locked on her chest, and the other men watched, their anticipation building. Amanda leaned back slightly on the stool, giving him access, her smile encouraging. “Go on, love,” she murmured. “Make it worth my while.”

As Tom reached out, his hands trembling slightly, the other men began to murmur among themselves, their voices a mix of encouragement and envy.

“Go on, mate!” the bearded man called. “Give those nipples the worship they deserve!”

Another man, with a cockney accent, chimed in. “Don’t hog her, Tom! We’re all waiting our turn!”

Amanda laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Patience, boys! There’s plenty of me to go around. Four per nipple, remember?” She winked at Tom, who was now gently tracing circles around her areolae, his touch reverent. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she purred, her voice encouraging. “You’ve got ten minutes, Tom. Make them count.”

Tom bent his head and gently took a long nipple into his mouth. Amanda let out an involuntary moan, her eyes briefly closing in pleasure.

The blond man, still seated, piped up. “Amanda, you’re killing us over here! How are we supposed to wait?”

She glanced over at him, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “Oh, don’t you worry, blondie. You’ll get your chance. And after you’ve all had your fun…” She paused, letting the tension build, then leaned forward, her voice a sultry promise. “I’ll give you a show that’ll make your heads spin.”

The men cheered again, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. Amanda settled back as Tom continued his worship, his hands and lips exploring her with a mix of awe and desire. The other seven watched, their eyes burning with anticipation, knowing their turn was soon—and that Amanda’s promised performance was yet to come.

Ten minutes per man would have taken a long time to get through, so Amanda beckoned Chris over, cupping her free breast in her hand for him to work on.

Chris, a lean, tattooed man, caressed Amanda’s breast before lowering his head to suck on her nipple. Tom’s kisses were slow and deliberate, his tongue circling her right nipple before sucking gently, while Chris was more eager, his lips tugging at her left nipple, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin around it.

Amanda’s head tilted back slightly, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders. Small, breathy moans escaped her lips, each one sending a jolt through the room. She felt herself getting very wet between her legs, her pussy tingling as her juices soaked her thighs beneath the dress. “Mmm, you two are good at this,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. “Keep going… just like that.”

The men’s eyes flicked up to her face, their arousal intensifying at the sight of her pleasure. Her moans, soft but undeniable, were like fuel to their fire. The other men, seated in a semicircle, watched with rapt attention, their hands twitching, their breathing heavy. The bearded man, who’d called himself Dave, shifted in his seat, his jeans visibly strained. “Bloody hell, Amanda,” he growled. “You’re gonna drive us all mad with those moans.”

She flashed him a wicked grin. “Oh, Dave, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

As Tom and Chris continued their worship, their tongues and fingers coaxing her nipples to stiff peaks, a third man—the blond with the nervous grin, name tag Liam—couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck, I have to do this!” he said and reached for the zipper of his fly, the sound as he pulled it down very audible in the quiet room. With a quick tug, he freed his cock, small in size but rock-hard, the tip already glistening with precum. He wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on Amanda’s breasts. The others held their breath, waiting to see Amanda’s reaction. Would she call an end to the proceedings and leave?

Amanda’s gaze darted to him, and she let out a delighted shriek, clapping her hands together. “Wonderful!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. “I get to see a show as well!” She leaned forward slightly, her breasts bouncing lightly, making Tom and Chris pause to catch their breath. “But don’t you dare come, Liam,” she warned, her tone playful but firm. “Let’s save that for the finale, shall we?”

Liam groaned, his hand slowing but not stopping, his cock twitching in his grip. “Oh god, Amanda,” he panted. “How am I supposed to hold back when you’re so fucking gorgeous?”

She laughed, “Discipline, darling. You’ll thank me later.”

The other men needed no further encouragement. One by one, they stood, their hands moving to their belts and zippers. The room filled with the rustle of fabric and the soft clink of buckles. Amanda’s eyes widened, her lips parting in a delighted gasp. “Oh, boys, don’t tease me—strip! I want to see everything.”

They obliged eagerly, shedding their clothes until they stood naked, their cocks in hand, each man stroking himself as he watched the scene unfold. The variety was striking—some cocks were small but eager, others average and throbbing, their owners’ hands moving in steady rhythms. But one man, a broad-shouldered chap named Marcus with a deep voice and a confident smirk, instantly drew Amanda’s attention. His cock was a monster—easily eight inches long, as thick as her wrist, with a head like a ripe plum, round and fat, flushed a deep purple-red. He stroked it slowly, his large hand barely encircling its girth, the veins pulsing under his grip.

Amanda’s breath caught as her eyes locked on Marcus’s impressive length. A warmth spread through her core, her crotch growing even wetter at the sight. She’d never seen a cock that big in real life, and the thought of it—hard and throbbing, all for her—sent a shiver down her spine. “Well, hello, Marcus,” she purred, her voice dripping with admiration. “That’s… quite the showstopper.”

Marcus grinned, his hand moving in long, slow strokes, the head of his cock gleaming. “All for you, Amanda,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re worth it.”

The other men chuckled, their own hands working faster now, their cocks bobbing and glistening as they watched Tom and Chris at Amanda’s breasts. Tom’s cock, now free from his trousers, was average in length but thick, the tip slick as it jerked with his movements. Chris’s was longer, slender, and curved slightly, twitching every time Amanda moaned. She reached out, her hands deft and confident, wrapping her fingers around each man’s erection. Tom gasped, his lips pausing on her nipple as her warm hand gripped him, her touch firm but teasing. Chris let out a low groan, his cock pulsing in her palm.

“Oh, you boys are hard for me, aren’t you?” Amanda teased, her voice a sultry whisper. She stroked them lightly, her fingers gliding over their lengths, careful not to push them too far. She ran her fingertips over the tips, catching the moisture seeping from them, and smeared it over the swollen heads. The knowledge that her sexiness, her body, her presence had this effect on them was intoxicating. “You’re all so… eager,” she murmured, her eyes flicking between their faces and their cocks. “I love it.”

“God, Amanda,” Tom panted, his lips brushing her nipple as he spoke. “You’re a bloody dream. I can’t believe this is real.”

“Believe it, darling,” she replied, giving his cock a gentle squeeze and a few delicious tugs before releasing it. She did the same to Chris, pulling back just as his breath quickened, expertly judging the edge of his control. “But don’t get too excited yet. We’ve got more to do.”

The ten minutes were soon up, which was loudly announced by the waiting six. Amanda gently pushed Tom and Chris back, her breasts flushed and glistening from their attention. “You two were divine,” she said, blowing them a kiss. “Who’s next?”

Dave, the bearded man, and the cockney-accented man, who’d introduced himself as Eddie, practically leapt forward. Dave’s cock was short but thick, his hand pumping it with quick, eager strokes, while Eddie’s was average in length, with a large mushroom head that was red and swollen. They took their places at Amanda’s sides, their eyes locked on her breasts, which seemed even more enticing now, her nipples stiff and glistening from the previous attention.

“Blimey, Amanda,” Eddie said, his voice thick with awe as he leaned in, his lips hovering over her right nipple. “These are the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.” His hand was rapidly jerking his cock. “Enough of that, Eddie, I don’t want you coming... yet.” She pulled his hand away from his cock and did the same to Dave, taking each cock gently in her hands. She stroked and squeezed slowly, enough to thrill them, but not enough to push them over the edge.

Dave groaned, his beard brushing her left breast as he kissed the swollen nipple. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered, enjoying the delight of Amanda’s hand holding his cock while he sucked on her teat. Amanda moaned again, louder, her body arching slightly on the stool, her pussy clenching with need as her juices soaked her thighs.

 “Oh, you two are good,” she gasped, her hands resting on their shoulders for balance. “Keep that up, and I might not make it to the dildo show.”

The other men laughed, their hands moving faster on their cocks. Liam’s strokes were quick and desperate, his small cock twitching in his hand. Marcus, still standing tall, stroked his massive length with slow, deliberate motions, his eyes never leaving Amanda. The man in glasses, named Simon, had a slender cock, and he stroked it with precise, almost clinical movements, his gaze intense. The remaining men, their cocks varying in size and shape, mirrored the group’s fervour; some spat in their hands to add lubrication, others relied on smearing precum over their cocks.

“Don’t stop, boys,” Amanda encouraged, her voice a mix of command and plea as Dave and Eddie lavished her nipples with attention. “But remember—no coming yet. I want you all ready for the big finish.”

“You’re torturing us, Amanda,” Simon groaned, his hand slowing to obey her command. “But it’s the best kind of torture.”

She flashed him a grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good things come to those who wait, Simon. And I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

As Dave and Eddie continued, Amanda leaned back, savouring the sensations and the sight of the men around her, all hard and aching for her.

After their allotted ten minutes, Dave and Eddie were replaced by Simon and Liam. Both quickly latched onto Amanda’s nipples. They stroked their cocks as they sucked. Liam’s was small but very hard. Amanda took hold of their cocks. Liam broke away from her breasts. “I’m sorry it’s so small,” he said. “Don’t worry, babe,” Amanda purred, giving his cock a loving squeeze. “The small ones make up for it by being very hard, and you are as hard as iron!”

Liam glowed with pride at the compliment and took Amanda’s nipple back in his mouth, revelling in the sensation of her rhythmic tugging on his cock.

The remaining couple got their turns. Marcus, with his huge cock, was surprisingly gentle with Amanda, and his caresses and oral treatment of her right breast had her gasping with pleasure. Amanda held tight to his huge cock, enthralled at how big it felt, and how the thick, curling veins throbbed as she stroked it. The eighth man, Ryan, had a six-incher, with a pronounced upward curve and a smooth, tapered head. At one point, Amanda let go of his cock, and Ryan stood up, held his cock in his hand, and boldly pressed the tip to her left nipple. All the others immediately wished they had done that as well. Most of them had fantasised about Amanda giving them a tit-wank—what a delight that would be!

“Ryan, you cheeky boy!” Amanda said. “That feels lovely, but the others didn’t get a chance to do that.” She pushed him away. “No favouritism!” she said, letting out her familiar laugh.

“Ten minutes up!” called Dave, and reluctantly, Marcus and Ryan went back to their seats.

Miraculously, nobody had climaxed, though their cocks—ranging from Liam’s small, boyish specimen to Marcus’s massive monster—throbbed with need, glistening with precum from their own stroking and that coaxed out by the fleeting, expert caresses of Amanda’s hands. Her soft fingers had brought them close to the edge, each man trembling under her control, yet somehow they’d obeyed her command to hold back.

Amanda slid off the stool, her movements graceful and deliberate, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, boys,” she purred, her voice a sultry melody, “you’ve been very good so far. Not a single one of you has popped off, and believe me, I know how hard that must’ve been.” She winked, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she reached for her red dress, still pooled at her waist. With a slow, tantalizing shimmy, she let it fall to the floor, revealing her exquisite body in its entirety.

The men gasped, their hands pausing on their cocks as they took in the sight. Amanda’s body was a marvel—slim and toned, the result of countless hours in the gym. Her waist was narrow, her hips gently curved, and her skin glowed with a youthful radiance that could rival any 20-year-old’s. Her legs were slim and seemed so long, despite her petite frame, leading up to a neat, trimmed landing strip of dark blonde pubic hair that signposted her pussy, its thick, fleshy lips visibly glistening with her arousal. The men were delighted to see that, in keeping with her big nipples, Amanda sported a large, prominent clitoris. Even while she was standing, they could see the tip protruding from the fleshy folds, begging for attention.

“Bloody hell, Amanda,” Dave groaned, his thick cock twitching in his hand. “You’re a fucking masterpiece.”

She laughed and struck a playful pose, one hand on her hip, the other trailing down her stomach. “Why, thank you, Dave. I do try to keep the goods in top shape.” Her eyes flicked to Marcus, whose massive cock still stood proud, and she grinned. “But let’s see if I can give you lot something to really talk about.”

She sauntered to her bag, her hips swaying, and bent over to retrieve something. Her pert backside was delightfully presented to them, and several let out soft whistles of appreciation. Amanda laughed and turned around to show what she had retrieved. She held a dildo—an eight-inch, realistic-looking cock, veined and thick, its head a deep pink. She held it up, turning it in her hand, and shot Marcus a teasing look. “Look at this, Marcus. Might be even bigger than yours,” she said, her voice dripping with playful challenge.

Marcus chuckled, his hand stroking his enormous length slowly, the plum-sized head gleaming. He gave it a few waggles. “Close, Amanda, but I reckon I’ve got it beat,” he replied.

“We’ll see about that,” she teased, licking her lips. She moved to a low, plush couch in the centre of the room, its velvet surface sensually inviting. The men gathered around, their naked bodies taut with anticipation, cocks in hand, stroking in a mix of slow, deliberate pulls and quick, desperate tugs. Amanda reclined on the couch, her legs spreading slowly, revealing her pussy in all its glory. The landing strip led the eye to her thick, fleshy lips, slick with wetness, glistening under the soft light, pouting open in invitation. The men let out a collective groan, their hands moving faster. “Fuck, Amanda,” Eddie gasped, his average cock red and swollen in his grip. “Your pussy… it’s fucking gorgeous.”

Amanda’s eyes sparkled as she ran the tip of the dildo along her inner thigh, teasing herself and them. “You like it, Eddie?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Look at how wet I am for you boys. All this attention… it’s got me absolutely soaked.” She spread her legs wider, the dildo’s head brushing her pussy lips. She reached down with her other hand and parted her lips. The men crowded closer together at her feet to see—none daring to believe that they were actually looking into the soft, pink pussy of their idol. Amanda laughed at the adoration and pressed the tip of the dildo between her lips. She moaned, a deep, throaty sound, as the head slipped inside, her pussy stretching to accommodate its girth.

The men’s strokes quickened, their cocks bobbing and glistening—Liam’s small length jerking rapidly in his hand, Simon’s slender one moving with precise, controlled pulls, and Marcus’s massive shaft pulsing under his slow, powerful strokes. Amanda’s eyes darted between them, her arousal spiking at the sight of their desire, all for her.

“Is this what you wanted to see, boys?” she gasped, sliding the dildo deeper, her pussy lips wrapping tightly around it, the sight obscene but erotically beautiful. She writhed on the couch, her hips rocking as she began to fuck herself, the dildo gliding in and out, slippery with her juices. “You wanted to watch me fuck myself, didn’t you? Look at how much I’m loving this… all for you.”

“God, yes,” Tom groaned, his thick cock twitching in his hand, his strokes slowing to obey her earlier command. “You’re so fucking hot, Amanda!”

“Don’t you dare come,” she warned, her voice sharp but playful as she thrust the dildo faster, her moans growing louder. “I’ve got something special planned for the finale, and you’re all going to wait for it.” Her free hand trailed up to her breast, pinching a stiff nipple, and she gasped, her body arching. “Fuck, this feels so good… you boys are making me so wet.”

Liam whimpered, his hand trembling as he slowed his strokes, his small cock leaking copious precum that hung in a long silver thread from his cock. “Fuck Amanda,” he panted. “I’m so fucking close!”

“Don’t come, darling,” she cooed, her eyes locking on his. She looked at the head of his cock, swollen to bursting point, aching to erupt. “Look at you, all hard and desperate for me. I love it.” She turned her gaze to Marcus, whose massive cock was a sight to behold, the head swollen and glistening as he stroked it with agonizing slowness. “And you, Marcus… that beast of yours is making me drip. Keep stroking it just like that. I can imagine it sliding into me!”

Marcus grinned, his hand moving in long, deliberate pulls, the veins of his cock pulsing. He knew the appeal his majestic cock had for women, and he could see that Amanda was no exception. “Anything for you, Amanda,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “This is all for you. Every inch!”

Amanda’s moans grew more urgent, her hips bucking as she fucked herself harder, the dildo plunging deep, her pussy lips clinging to it with every thrust. “Oh, fuck, boys,” she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure. “I’m so close… you’re making me so fucking horny!” Her free hand slid down to her swollen clit, circling it lightly, and her body shuddered, her breasts bouncing with each movement. “Look at my pussy… look at how much I want this. All your lovely hard cocks—so fucking sexy!”

The men were mesmerized, their hands working on their cocks in a frenzy, though they fought to obey her command not to come. Simon’s slender cock was slick, his strokes precise but desperate. Dave’s thick length throbbed, his hand pumping faster despite himself. Eddie’s cock, red and with the mushroom head hugely swollen, jerked in his grip, and the remaining men—each with their own unique erections—matched the rhythm of Amanda’s thrusts, their eyes glued to her writhing form. They could not believe what they were seeing—their idol Amanda fucking her beautiful cunt in an orgiastic frenzy, just for them!

“Keep watching,” Amanda panted, her voice a mix of command and plea. “I want you to see every second of this, how much I’m loving it, how much you’re turning me on.” Her pussy lips clenched around the dildo, making wet, squelching, sucking sounds as she thrust it in and out, her moans rising to a crescendo. “Fuck, I’m so close… but wait, boys—wait for my signal.”

The men had no idea what her signal would be, or indeed what it was for; all they wanted was to ejaculate as they watched her. Each had come close to coming several times, but they were all masterful wankers, experts in edging themselves closer. Amanda’s moans, the men’s groans, the slick sounds of their hands on their cocks, and the wet glide of the dildo in her pussy filled the room. Amanda was the centre of it all, her body a vision of carnal pleasure, her lewd words stoking their arousal to unbearable heights.

The leather beneath her was now spattered with her juices, a glistening wet patch that testified to her intense arousal. Her landing strip of pubic hair was soaked and matted, and the men, gathered close, could smell, even above the scent of her expensive perfume, the heady, intoxicating aroma of her pussy, driving their own desire to a fever pitch.

Amanda’s moans escalated, her voice raw and desperate. “Oh, fuck, boys, I’m close,” she gasped, her hips bucking wildly, the dildo slamming deep. “My pussy’s so fucking wet for you… I’m nearly there!” Her free hand circled her swollen clit, her fingers wet with her own juices, and her body trembled, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

The men, their cocks in hand, stroked with unrestrained fervour, all eyes locked on the spectacle of Amanda’s writhing form. Amanda’s eyes blazed with lust as she looked at them, her voice a sultry command. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come… Now, boys, come with me! Cover me with your spunk… give me all you’ve got!” She thrust the dildo harder, deeper, faster, her body arching as the men eagerly closed in, their cocks aimed at her.

Tom was the first to break. With a guttural cry, he erupted, his thick cock pulsing as ropes of creamy sperm shot across Amanda’s body. The hot, sticky jets landed in streaks from her toned stomach to her spectacular tits, spattering her stiff nipples and areolae. “Yes, yes!” Amanda gasped, her voice a mix of delight and desperation as she felt the sperm splash hotly against her, the warmth and stickiness pushing her ever closer to her climax.

 “More, boys, give me more! Help me come!”

The room exploded into ejaculatory chaos. Liam’s small cock spurted, his cum arcing in thin, eager streams, landing on her thighs and pussy. Simon’s slender cock followed, his precise strokes yielding a steady spray that coated her breasts. Eddie groaned, his mushroom head disgorging thick ropes across her stomach, mingling with Tom’s. The others joined in, their cocks erupting one by one, painting her body with their release—hot, white spurts landing on her skin, dripping down her curves, anointing her with the evidence of their lust.

Amanda’s moans reached a crescendo as she yanked the dildo from her pussy with a wet pop, her fingers diving to her clit. She rubbed frantically, her thick pussy lips parted, her pelvis tilted upward. Dave, between her legs, had not come yet, and he had the best view of her pussy spasming, looking like it would turn itself inside out as her internal muscles clenched. “Fuck, here it comes!” she screamed, and her body convulsed as a massive squirt gushed from her pussy. The clear, forceful stream shot out in a powerful arc, spraying across the couch to splash against Dave, drenching his chest and stomach, soaking his beard and glistening on his skin.

“Bloody hell!” Dave roared, the sensation pushing him over the edge. His thick cock erupted, and he proved the biggest shooter of the group, unleashing rope after creamy rope of sperm, perhaps ten long spurts, maybe more. His aim was excellent, and the thick, white jets flew across Amanda, landing in heavy streaks across her tits, stomach, and even her face, one powerful spurt splattering against her left cheek. “Fuck, yes!” Amanda screamed, her body shuddering as another squirt gushed from her pussy, soaking the couch and Dave’s legs. The intensity of her orgasm was astonishing, her pussy pulsing visibly, her juices spraying in rhythmic bursts as she frantically rubbed her clit, her moans and gasps echoing through the room.

The men gasped, their voices a mix of awe and exhilaration, their cocks spent but their eyes still glued to Amanda’s writhing, squirting form. As her orgasm began to fade, her body trembling with aftershocks, she opened her eyes, panting, and saw Marcus still standing, his massive cock in hand, stroking slowly, the only one who hadn’t come. The sight of his enormous cock, the veins pulsing on the shaft, the head massively swollen, sent a fresh jolt of arousal through Amanda.

“Marcus!” she gasped, reaching out a hand, her voice raw but commanding. “Come closer—I want that gorgeous cock!”

Marcus stepped forward, his eyes wide with disbelief. Before he could speak, Amanda sat up, her cum-splattered body glistening, and grabbed his massive length. Her fingers barely encircled its girth, the feel of him in her hand making her pussy throb anew. Without hesitation, she pulled him toward her and engulfed the swollen tip with her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate its size. Marcus felt his knees almost collapse beneath him—his darling sex-idol, Amanda, was sucking his cock like her life depended on it!

The seven other men erupted in cheers. “Go on, Marcus!” Eddie shouted, his voice hoarse. “Give it to her—fuck, she’s a legend!” They might have felt a twinge of jealousy at Marcus’s good fortune, but the night’s pleasures—worshipping her tits, stroking to her dildo show, covering her with their cum—had left them sated, their admiration for Amanda far outweighing any envy.

Amanda was a vision of erotic prowess, her mouth working Marcus’s cock like a champion. She took in an impressive length, her lips sliding down the thick shaft, almost balls-deep, her tongue swirling around the fat head. Drool and precum mixed, dripping down her chin as she bobbed her head, her moans muffled but eager. She slobbered and sucked with the skill of a porn star, her hands gripping his base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t take. Her cum-streaked tits bounced with each movement; Dave’s thick sperm glistened on her cheeks, making her look impossibly, erotically beautiful.

Marcus groaned, his fingers clutching her hair, his voice strained. “Fuck, Amanda, I’m coming!” His cock pulsed, but Amanda never flinched. She took him deeper, her throat working as he erupted, his prodigious load flooding her mouth. The men watched in rapture, her cheeks bulged, and then she swallowed, gulping down what seemed to her an endless stream of thick, creamy cum. Her eyes fluttered, a mix of triumph and pleasure, as she savoured every drop.

Finally, she slipped her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, the last weak spurt landing on her lips and chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her grin radiant despite the mess. “Well,” she said, her voice husky but playful, “I didn’t intend that to happen, but I just couldn’t help myself. You guys got to see a bonus!” She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of Marcus’s cum, and laughed. “You’re a lot to handle, Marcus. You came like a bloody horse!”

The men burst into laughter and applause, their voices a chorus of adoration. “You’re unreal, Amanda,” Tom said, shaking his head in awe. “A fucking goddess.”

Amanda stood, her body still glistening with their cum, her pussy wet and swollen from her explosive orgasm. She struck a playful pose, unbothered by the mess, her confidence unshakable. “Thank you, boys,” she purred, her eyes sweeping over them. “You’ve made this a night I’ll never forget. I haven’t come that hard in years! I ruined the couch—I’ll have to pay to get that cleaned! I hope I’ve given you something to dream about.”

“Dream about?” Liam said, his voice still shaky as he pulled on his jeans. “Thinking of you squirting like that—I’ll be wanking to it for years.”

She laughed, tossing her hair. “That’s the spirit, Liam. But remember—no telling a soul. You swore an oath, and I trust you’ll keep it.”

One by one, the men dressed, their faces glowing with satisfaction. Dave, still damp from her squirt, gave her a sheepish grin as he buttoned his shirt. “You’re something else, Amanda. Thanks for… everything.”

Eddie nodded, zipping up his trousers. “Best night of my life, no question.”

Simon adjusted his glasses, his slender frame already clothed. “You’re a bloody legend,” he said quietly, his eyes still wide with disbelief.

Marcus, pulling on his shirt, gave her a lingering look. “You ever need me again, Amanda…” he started, but she cut him off with a wink.

“Don’t tempt me, big boy,” she teased, blowing him a kiss.

As the men filed out, offering final words of gratitude—“Cheers, Amanda,” “You’re incredible,” “Unforgettable”—she stood by the door, still naked, cum dripping slowly down her body, her smile radiant. When the last man, Tom, paused to look back, she gave him a playful wave. “Go on, love. Remember, keep this our little secret.”

He nodded, grinning, and the door closed behind him. Amanda stood alone in the suite, her mind racing with the enormity of what she had done. She ran a hand through her hair and over her cum-soaked breasts, her body buzzing with the afterglow of the wildest fantasy she’d ever indulged. “Well,” she murmured to herself, a satisfied smirk on her lips, “if I say so myself, that was one hell of a show.”