So, to do it right, you really need a guy who is so confident that he’ll go face to face with another dude while you’re sandwiched in between, getting fucked senseless.” Guest Author Jessica Rivers

I used to be a jet setting T girl, traveling like a nomad between an endless array of cities, meeting all kinds of interesting people. But as the economy continues to drag and my travels decline, I appreciate the simpler things in life such as doing laundry. Today is incall cleaning day. Stephanie’s been away from home for a while, so I’ve had to maintain both our home and the incall.

Girls who I work with call me The Security Bitch and they mean it in a good way

I used to work with this fabulous blonde spinner chick, Amy. She introduced me to group sex and had more security holes than Windows2000. I was always riding that girl’s ass about something. She would give away the address of the incall randomly and then leave the door open when expecting a guest. She did not use an alias. And she would drop off the laundry at the same local dry cleaner, every week.

Security means maintaining a low profile by remaining conscientious of those around you and protecting your privacy, something Amy had no clue about

One evening, we stopped to pick up the laundry at the cleaners. The owner, a woman, silently glared at Amy as she requested her laundry. In the car, Amy shrieked about people’s biased opinions. “Listen,” I explained to her carefully, “every week you walk in to the same cleaners, clicking your stilettos, strutting in your short skirt and drop off 6 sets of bedding, numerous facecloths, thongs, bikinis and lingerie. What kind of impression are you giving this woman?” (I mean, I totally appreciate my slutty lifestyle, but I have to keep in mind that regular folk might not be amused.)

Truthfully, this girl was addicted to cock

So here I sit in a laundromat, cleaning several comforters and thinking about the other thing that Amy got me hooked on – group sex. Gangbangs. Tag teaming. Threesomes. Whatever you want to call it – a nice series of cocks filling all my holes.These group sessions were really just an excuse for a Sunday afternoon gangbang and to score big in the course of three hours. She would set aside the last Sunday of each month from 3-6pm as a group session. Essentially, this meant that you shared your appointment with whoever else was there. Usually it was her and one other girl and I was the hostess. I greeted guests at the door, served drinks, snacks and kept order. (Security Bitch, remember?) I also wore a scanty, French maid outfit. It was perfect!

Of course no one fucked me, on the record at least, though I ended up administering a few random blowjobs toward the end of the party

I have to say, I really do enjoy giving a guy a blowjob while his buddy is in the next room fucking my friend. And all the while, he’s telling me,“ you have to keep this a secret” and “you can’t tell my buddy” and “my God, you’re so hot”. I love that mix, a guy so torn by his need to have me suck his cock that he can’t resist, despite his buddy being there, so he pulls me away for a discreet quickie in the bathroom when he thinks no one can see. Absolutely mischievous!

Amy was a machine. That girl could outlast anyone in the bedroom. It was a lot of fun and a lot of money. It definitely gave me a taste for gangbangs. My clients know that I always keep porn running on the laptop next to my bed and most of it lately is just group sex and a lot of it.

So first, a gangbang guy must be secure in his sexuality

One of the most common things a hobbyist will say to me after they say they want to come to my gangbang is, “well, these other dudes, they’re not going to be looking at my junk, right”? I just shake my head sadly, “No, no one’s looking at your junk. But it is a gangbang.”

Gangbang guys must have no problem sharing a girl (or a Tgirl) with a stranger or a friend

It’s odd for most guys. What gets more bazaar is when you start getting into double penetration and all of the really fun gangbang stuff because then you need a guy willing to fuck you with a stranger and also get up close with the other guy while they both mount you. Not to mention that their dicks might touch during the whole process. So, to do it right, you really need a guy who is so confident that he’ll go face to face with another dude while you’re sandwiched inbetween getting fucked senseless. And then, for an encore, flip you around and trade. That’s not just any dude. It’s a super dude, a super gangbang dude. And there aren’t that many of them. Never mind several at a time. And ones that will do a Tgirl? Even more rare.

You see, people are so in love with the idea of a gangbang that the reality is always more uncomfortable.

My last attempt at gangbangage was about 6 months ago in Dallas. This time I ran a few ads and even told the people replying that I was an escort and that this was how I played in my free time. (It never hurts to do a little marketing for solo sessions while I’m at it). Out of 50 respondents, 30 returned my contact, 10 of whom called, 7 who then agreed to meet and only 1 scared douche bag name Eric showed up.

I will always meet a date at a local coffee shop initially and then we drive over to my incall location

As disappointed as I was that there was only one guy, hardly a gangbang of any kind, I always keep my word: He was way out of his league and terrified as a result. I think he hoped that I wouldn’t show up at all. Suddenly, it turns out that I’m not only for real, but that I’m his all alone simply because no one else showed up. I’m afraid it was too much for him.

The sex was even worse. His manhood was cursed in shape and size and he came in less than 2 minutes he was so nervous. I went into the bathroom to change back into my street clothes so he could drive me back to the coffee shop. Instead, he literally bolted out the door and was gone before I even knew what happened. I was stranded at the incall until midnight when a friend was finally able to pick me up.

And that’s what this Tgirl thinks about while she sits in the laundromat today

getting ogled by an Asian dude who seems to think his sneakers are impressive and some grand black chick with a chip on her shoulder for skinny white bitches. The foamy water swirling around in my five washing machines is super hot, the strong bleach smell screams disinfected. I watch the occasional thong dart past the window and think about gangbangs past and future and the lack of a few good men.

Written by Jessica Rivers, TGirl and Guest Author for Geisha Diaries