maybe a blowbang would help

Yesterday, I browsed through the suggestions, and I think, a combination of a couple of ideas would be just right. I convinced Ella that giving each of the guys a blowjob would be the optimal approach. No sex, just a blowjob. Her boyfriend, Nathan. overheard us talking. "It's called a blowbang," he opined.

"So that's like 30 seconds of a blowjob each?" I asked curiously.

"Not that quick," Nathan replied. "You'll have to make each of them cum."

I glanced at Ella for her reaction. "That would be fun, Faye," she grinned. Nathan's face darkened. "What? She can do it but I can't?" Ella shot back at her boyfriend.

Nathan ignored his girlfriend's comment. Addressing me, he said, "Since you want to approach this scientifically, you will also need a control."

Faye added, "He's saying you need a third guy as...."

"I know what a control is," I replied. "It's used as a baseline, especially in an experimental research design. So maybe I should randomly choose another one from the remaining 14 who passed the first filter."

"That would be biased, since they met your selection criteria," Nathan replied. "I could volunteer to be the control."

"What?!" Ella yelled, as she slapped Nathan on the cheek. "How convenient!"

"Guys. guys," I said in a pacifying tone. "Please help me let this work."

Ella hugged me comfortingly. "Sorry for my outburst. I trust you Faye. I'll allow Nathan to be your control." I smiled at her with relief. "But on condition that I be there, to keep you company. There will be three guys with you, and you'll be blindfolded."

I hugged her back. "Thanks for looking out for me."

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I messaged the two guys for a meetup at the Artisan Hotel before 9 pm. A feeling of anxiety swept over me as I tried to imagine what could go wrong. I couldn't keep my pulse rate down. Ella kept assuring me that everything would be fine.

Ella, Nathan, and I entered the hotel room at 8:30 pm. "You should start undressing now," Ella suggested.

"It's just a blowjob. Why should I be undressed?" I countered. "When I give my boss a blowjob, I'm not undressed at all... although I usually unbutton my blouse."

"Just being topless will do. Guys like it better if they see your tits," Ella hinted.

I nodded and started to take off my off-shoulder khaki sweater. As I stood there in only my black nylon see-through tights, I started to shiver. "Maybe we should postpone this," I whispered to Ella.

Ella shook her head. "You'll just be delaying the inevitable." Turning to Nathan she said, "Can you increase the A/C temp slightly?"

"That's much better," I said to Nathan when I felt the air turning warm. I noticed his blush as I catch him staring at my boobs.

"You should start wearing your blindfolds now," Ella urged.

"But I haven't seen the guys yet!" I responded, positioning myself beside Ella on the edge of the bed.

"You'll get to see them after you have tasted them," Ella insisted. "We'll be adding bias if I allow you to see them before the experiment."

"Ok," I agreed, as Ella attached my blindfolds and tightened the knots. With my sight completely blacked out, all my other senses appear to be somewhat hightened. "I'm still feeling cold," I whispered to Ella.

"Let me keep you warm," she said, as she started moving her fingers against my bare abdoment. They slowly moved upward until her fingers were gently kneading my boobs. I felt slightly turned on and my cheeks begin to feel warm. She ended her caress by pinching my nipples. "Are you warmed up now?" she whispered. I nodded my head.

Ella left me when I sensed the door being opened. I hear whispered conversations before the door is shut again. Then, Ella's voice rings our clearly as she proceeded to give instructions.

"Take off your trousers, guys, and form a line here. Including your underwear." After a slight pause, Ella continues. "You'll be designated as 'A', you as 'B', and you as 'C'. Since Faye is blindfolded, I will be guiding her to each of you. And no talking. We'd like to make this experiment as unbiased as possible. The first round will be a minute each."

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Ella rested her hand on the small of my back and guided me forward. "Kneel down," she whispered. "There's a pillow on the floor in front of you." I got on my knees and smelled the scent of pine. "Move your head slightly forward," Ella coaxed. The musky flavor intensified until I felt soft skin against my lips.

"You don't have to hold it!" I heard Nathan say with a hint of anger.

"I know what I'm doing," was Ella's whispered retort.

I moved my tongue on the underside of the cockhead in front of me and started sucking it like a lollipop. I felt a hand on the back of my head push my head forward as the guy's rod entered my throat. My eyes started to water as I tried to control my gag reflex. I was sweating slightly but my pussy was already dripping wet.

"60 seconds up," Ella said in a commanding tone. "Next one."

The first guy's cock, which has only slightly hardened, is withdrawn from my mouth, and some saliva is dripping from my mouth to my boobs. I wondered how I would look like had there been a mirror in front of me-- blindfolded, hair unkempt, saliva and precum stains on my lips and face, more saliva on my chest and boobs, and my tights soaking wet at the crotch.

Handing me a water bottle, Ella whispers, "Here, sip a little water." After a gulp, she adds. "How was Guy A? Anything familiar?"

"It was good. I liked the smell, but it did not trigger any memories. Definitely not ...," I replied.

Before I could finish talking, a cockhead moist with precum was thrust against my nostrils. I opened my mouth wide to accommodate it. My head is held on both sides by wide strong hands as the thin long cock is thrust down my throat. I can hardly breathe, and being close to unconsciousness brings back a hazy memory... which suddenly disintegrates when the cock is withdrawn. No sooner had I caught my breath when cock is thrust into my throat again. I had began to adjust my breathing to the guy's thrusting rhythm when I hear Ella's voice.

"60 seconds up," Ella said in a commanding tone. "Next one." She whispers to me, "Did Guy B evoke some memories?"

"Sort of, but I'm not sure what the memories were. This is not a definite 'yes', but neither is it a 'no'."

I feel around for the water bottle,drink a gulp, and place the bottle back on the floor. "Open your mouth," Ella whispers, as I feel a limp cock against my lips.

I engulf the cockhead with my tongue and feel it slowly grow larger and harder. I don't feel any hand forcing my head forward but I am drawn by the familiar scent of vanilla. My tongue-work manages to grow this guy's cock to full size as I am now trying to sync by breathing with his thrusting.

"Time's up." Ella said with finality.

Ella guides me to the edge of the bed and hands me a towel. Still blindfolded, I wipe the saliva and precum off my face and chest as Ella sits next to me. "So, is Guy B your final choice?" she asks in a whisper.

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"I'm not really sure, but I think I'll go with Guy C." I whispered back.

"That can't possibly be!" she said in surprise. "Maybe you need more time to think." I feel Ella's weight leaving the bed. "I'll be at the bathroom for a sec. We'll then finalize your choice when I return."

I'm definitely sure it is Guy C. But why did Ella appear to be surprised? Was it because Guy C was Nathan? What!? Was it Nathan all along?

I felt a presence sit on the bed beside me, then I head Nathan's voice. "Is it still difficult to recall what happened that night, Faye?"

I turn my head towards the sound of his voice. Then I feel his fingers cup my left boob. The touch sends a jolt of familiarity to my brain. "Still can't remember that night, Ella?"

Memories come flooding through my mind. Why did he call me Ella?... Yes, I remembered now. That was the fake name I used. Ella. So it really was Nathan that night! I felt so overwhelmed by the realizations from that night that I didn't notice that Nathan's fingers were now impatiently caressing my clit though the thin fabric of my nylon tights.

"I'll help you remember," Nathan whispers, as I feel him mouth suckle my right boob. He slowly moves his mouth downwards, towards my navel, and finally my pussy. Without asking, he tore open my black tights, exposing my drenched pussy. I felt helpless to stop him or to edge him onward. The mixture of the past and the present has jumbled my mind to the point of immobilizing me. I leaned back against the soft bed, relishing in the emotions triggered by Nathan's tongue and lips.

Then, I heard Ella's whisper. "He has never gone down on me, even when I asked him to. And I'll show him what a bitch I can be. Don't worry Faye, it's not your fault."

Still floating in emotions, I didn't realize the gravity of Ella's words until Nathan withdraws his mouth and tongue. I tried to think about what Ella meant before I feel the Nathan's cock slowly entering my pussy. The familiarity of his thrusting evokes more memories as I am led to the point of no return. "Don't stop!" I said, before letting the waves of orgasm drown me.

Then I felt his tongue on my boobs. "Let's change position. I want to take you from behind." I nod in agreement. I knelt on the bed, my face against the soft sheets-- my ass jutting up for him to take.

Suddenly, without warning, Nathan screams. "Shit! Ella! Why do you have to mess up my plans!"

"Relax bro. Your girlfriend is a real whore!" I heard one of the guys say. "You should have said so earlier," said the other guy.

"We're done Ella!" said Nathan, as he stomped out of the hotel room. The slam of the door jolted me to my senses.

What did Nathan mean when he said 'my plans'? The gears in my head started to turn as I realized I had been played. I impatiently pulled off my blindfold and glanced at the two other guys. And Ella. One was fucking Ella from behind, doggy style, while Ella was being throat-fucked by the other guy.

I rushed to the bathroom, almost toppling over a tripod with a camera mounted on it. What? They didn't tell me they would be filming this!

I ejected the camera's SD card, entered the bathroom, and locked the door. I splashed cold water on my face. The two guys looked familiar. Weren't they with Nathan when he visited Ella a month ago? And who brought the camera? Wasn't that Nathan's?

Was Ella also part of the plan? And why would she mess it up? Because Nathan never gave her cunnilingus? And what was really Nathan's plan? Should I be mad at Nathan? It was obvious he just used me. But he was a good fuck!

Should I be mad at Ella? Was she just pretending to be my friend? I didn't know she had a whorish streak. Was it my fault that Ella's and Nathan's relationship was over?

I sat there in silence, not knowing what to do next. I just realized that my life had become much more bizzare than Cassie Bowden's.

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I woke up to a consistent pounding on the door. "Open up, Faye," I heard Ella's frantic voice. I looked at myself-- naked except for the torn nylon tights. Why am I here.

I walked towards the bathroom door and unlocked it, as the memory of what had happened came flooding back.

Ella embraced me tightly and whispered, "Are you alright?" She was also naked-- her pussy matted with cum stains. She had a contented look on her face.

I nodded. "Sorry, I slept."

"It's okay. You needed the rest," she whispered reassuringly.

"So tell me, what was really Nathan's plan?" I asked.

"He just wanted to oil you up, so that you would say 'yes' when we invited you to a threesome."

"So you... you were... the date was a scam? Sestina really didn't exist? How was that...." I couldn't structure my words correctly as tears started to form.

Ella kissed me on the lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She said gently. "The date was real, but it was really for me and Nathan. But then I thought of you... how you hadn't been with someone for like months... that's why I had you take my place... and use my name."

It finally dawned on me why I was using a fake name. "You went through all that to convince me to have a threesome with you? You should have just asked. I would have said 'yes'."

"Really?" She said in surprise, kissing me on the lips again. "But he's gone. It's all over. I just wanted to make him angry and feel what I felt, but I didn't know it would result in him leaving."

"But we've still got each other. We still can have fun," I whispered, kissing her back on the lips. As my tongue invaded her mouth, I couldn't help but notice the intense look of desire in her eyes.