Lana and Bert actually DO walk away!

Lana and Bert looked her way, chilling her insides as she wondered if they could see the probe within her. Pasting on a smile she gave a little wave and tried to look tired.

The two exchanged another couple of words, and Lana announced, "Alright, take a break. We're going to check the other photo shoot. Fifteen minutes. No more."

So saying the two walked swiftly from the room, leaving a large number of guys suddenly surrounding Rachel.

"Uh... guys?" she asked hesitantly.

As one they pulled out hardened dicks, and she gasped, backing up on the feathery probe that was feeling incredibly good just about then.

"Oh come on, don't be a prude. They've been watching an absolutely gorgeous girl for the last half hour. It's a wonder they didn't sneak off to masturbate before this."

"M... masturbate?"

"What, you don't masturbate?"

"Of course I do! I've masturbated lots of guys," she insisted, raising her chin.

"I meant you masturbating you. Playing with this beautiful pussy of yours," he said, rubbing along its length and making her gasp, in spite of her incredible embarrassment.

"Oh."

"Were they all boyfriends?"

"Huh?" she blinked, tearing her eyes away from the myriad cocks surrounding her.

"The guys you masturbated," he prodded, verbally and phallicly.

"Um, no."

"Oh, so you masturbate strangers from time to time," he said in a casual way, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Somehow she couldn't think of how to protest without sounding unreasonable.

"Well, yeah. One-night stands, you know," she blushed. Damn some of those cocks were big!

"So I guess you've had more than a few one-night stands if you've masturbated a few."

Rachel started to answer, then realized he was right. "I guess."

"How many?"

"I don't know," she whined, ducking her head, then gasped as he pinched her clit.

"I'll make you want to come and then stop if you don't answer."

Rachel whined again. "That's not fair!"

"Answer the question then."

"I don't know! I lost count!"

The brushing kept going, relentlessly, speeding up and slowing down, sometimes at the entrance to her cunt, sometimes deep inside.

"Can you count high?" he teased.

"Yes!" she snapped without heat.

"That's a lot of one-night-stands!" he laughed, a pleasant sound without real mockery in it.

"I meant.... I mean... I guess it stopped mattering," she confessed. It was so much easier to say that with her head down, without having to see all those cocks judging her.

"Ah, so you don't mind doing strangers... in various ways. How about places?" he asked, his fingers back to stroking.

"Oh. Um..." she paused, embarrassed. How could she say that she tended to do it wherever they wanted, even if it was in her parents driveway minute they'd gotten into the car. And ending a minute later.

"Come on. For a girl who likes fucking strangers you're sure uptight."

"I don't... I'm not!" she protested. "Oh!" she yelped, feeling his finger poke past her asshole. "that was oil!" she accused.

He laughed again. "Yes it was. So are you going to help a few poor strangers after you teased them until they were hard?"

"What? I didn't tease them. I... Wh... what are you doing?" she gasped, his finger leaving, something bigger replacing it.

"I don't know, it felt natural. Maybe it's punishment for teasing." he said, and what was clearly his cock was pressed relentlessly against her rectum.

"Oh! But... Oh!" she gasped, feeling no pain but a great deal of pleasure. "Oh!"

"You're saying that a lot," he remarked dryly. "I think you like having a stranger in you."

"I... oh!"

"I think maybe the others can join in."

"N.. n... oh!"

"Let's see how it feels when you're completely exposed to them," he said, and before she knew it he'd pulled her backwards and was cupping her breasts, fiddling nicely with her nipples.

Rachel moaned, turning red. Somehow have her full naked front exposed to the group of guys wss so much more embarrassing. And yet the vulnerability turned her on.

"Are you legs up because you want a cock in your cunt too?" he asked, as if it were an idle question.

Rachel blinked, realizing that when he'd turned her over she'd never moved her legs. Somehow she couldn't seem to make them go down, only to the side.

"I think that's an invitation. Someone should take her up on it. It would be rude not to," the guy reasoned, rocking in and out of her asshole slowly.

Some geeky guy her age shyly opened his pants, pulling out a dick that was nothing out of the ordinary. As if waiting for her to object or laugh he hesitated.

Rachel just looked at it, feeling strangely calm in the face of a potential gangbang.