Sharing Gina

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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. Partial credit for his story was based on feedback from a fan, which gave me an idea to take the story in a different direction--innocent my ass.

Sharing Gina Chapter 14

The One

At an early age, she learned she loved sex and never could seem to get enough. Of course, she tried dildos and vibrators, but it wasn't the same thing; she loved the control sex gave her over men, and what better way than to do so with her body? It wasn't long after she turned eighteen that she moved out of her parents' strict religious household and relocated to Los Angeles. The thought of having sex and getting paid for it appealed to her greatly; she quickly got into the pornography business; as a hot natural blonde with a five foot four athletic build, perky tits, firm body, and multi-orgasmic boot, she was a fast hit with business. But she didn't last long; her problem was that she wanted to dominate her partners in bed. In filming, she quickly took charge of the action, fucking guys her way. Directors often had to say "CUT!" and try to get her back on script. Soon everyone said she was impossible to work with, but in reality, she didn't give a fuck what they wanted; it was her pleasure that mattered.

The experience wasn't all bad; she was introduced to swinging and loved it. As a single female, she was a very desirable commodity in the swinging community. A unicorn, they called her. Over the course of the next few years, she shacked up with one couple or another; she worked out an arrangement of free room and board for free sex with her. She switched residences every few months, with less to do with her current host getting bored with her and more like she was getting bored with them.

She tried the big black cock thing, sure they were a great fuck, but they were too controlling. More than one man, both Black and White, tried to dominate her or control her. Some of them wanted to become her pimp; others just wanted her; despite her size, they quickly learned the error of their ways. Seven years of practicing Muay Thai and Jiu-Jitsu during her teenage years paid dividends. She knew exactly where to strike for maximum damage on a larger opponent, and she wasn't afraid to educate them about this fact. She wasn't squeamish in a fight either; if she had to kick them in the balls or gouge their eyes out, she wouldn't hesitate to do so.

She did have a job at a coffee shop, but it didn't pay nearly enough to support herself, so she did what any ex-porn star did: she turned to prostitution. When she was short on cash, she advertised herself as an escort online, but she was very selective about her clientele. When she met a prospective client, she had to be attracted to him. She walked out on more than one old, fat, bald, overweight guy; it didn't matter how much money they offered her. After a while, she built up a clientele of men who enjoyed a woman who took charge in the bedroom. When she needed money, she called one of them up, "I'm short money honey, wanna rent my pussy for a thousand tonight?"

Sometimes, they tried to counter, but usually, she would just hang up and move on to the next person's number in her black book. She wouldn't barter unless she were down to her last few contacts. This rarely happened; usually, someone paid her what she demanded beforehand.

While she wanted a man to share her life with, but knew what she wanted wasn't going to settle. At first, she made the mistake of waiting too long before introducing them to the real her. She wasted months in courtships only to find they couldn't handle sharing her with other men; others who did support her lifestyle were unemployed bums looking to sponge off of her. She needed a man who had money or earned a good living but who was willing to embrace her liberal lifestyle. In her years of searching, she tried several different approaches in finding a boyfriend, from social media, dating apps, and even friend hookups, but nothing seemed to work. Sure, she met lots of men, wanna-be actors, married men looking for side action, druggies, and deadbeats living in their mother's basement. She even met the perfect guy once, good looks, had money and was into the lifestyle, but he had a tiny three inch dick, no thanks. Her latest strategy was to go bars and clubs hopping in Silicon Valley; she picked up men and let them take her home to their place, never a hotel, for a one-night stand to scope out prospective matches.

It was another Friday night at a club, and a good-looking guy caught her eye. He was attractive, dressed in business attire, and a little shy. As a huntress, she has a sense for prey. He was with some friends, and she had been to this place several times before, knowing all the regulars; however, she hadn't seen him before. She had no trouble getting his interest and separating him from his posse. She always initiated conversation with prospective suitors. This allowed her to gauge how aggressive they were, while she didn't shy away from a challenge, experience taught her that overly aggressive men were more trouble than they were worth.

At her suggestion, he took her back to his place in his BMW, a good start, she thought, but she knew that most guys were pretending to be rich; fake it till you make it. He was probably up to his eyeballs in debt, one car payment away from repossession. His house impressed her even more; it wasn't a mansion, but for a place in Sunnyvale, a three-bedroom, two-bath home with a garage and some property was at least three million. He was probably renting it with three roommates, or it belonged to his parents. He wasn't great in bed, but he had the right equipment --a good seven inches --and she saw potential in him. She rocked his world that night, and in the morning, she gave him her number. It was all too good to be true; once she got online and checked him out, she was confident she would learn he was really a deadbeat. She would ghost him then and might even have to change her hunting grounds if he were one of those clingy types.

Once back at her place, well, the current host's place, where she spent the last few months squatting. She looked him up on her laptop; she had a subscription to an online investigation site. In a few minutes, she would know everything there was to know about him online and a good idea about his finances. He had no debts she could find, purchased his house three years ago with cash, and had no mortgage on the property. It was all too good to be true. It took some digging, and she found out that he was an employee at one of the tech startups that went public a few years ago, which was the source of his newfound wealth. And the fact that he didn't waste it on hookers and blow made him more appealing.

When he called her a few days later, she picked up on the first ring, and she cursed herself; she should have played hard to get, but she was over-eager to see him again; he could be the one, she thought. Their second date went fantastic; she made arrangements for their third date. She would find out soon enough if he were the one, or yet another disappointment.

She was dressed in a sexy transparent silver dress; he wasn't able to tell this when he picked her up in front of her place that night. She refused to give him the address of their destination; it would display 'Swingers Club' on his GPS if she gave him the address. She wanted it to be a surprise; she had memorized the directions and told him where to turn and when. They parked in the parking lot behind the building and entered through the club's back entrance. She was well-known there; she had arranged everything carefully beforehand. The bouncer was waiting at the back door at the agreed-upon time. She promised to thank him later properly.

Her new boyfriend had no idea he was in a swingers club, but he noticed right away that the outfit she was in. She was showing off her pierced, perky tits and smooth-shaven pussy for all to see in the club's bright lighting.

When she saw him looking at her, she said, "Like?" as she touched his now hard dick.

A little embarrassed, he said, "Yes," blushing, hoping no one noticed her touching his crotch in public.

She grabbed him by the arm and steered him over to the bar, where to redhead was sitting alone, nursing a drink.

"My boyfriend wants to fuck you," she said to her loudly. This was, of course, all pre-arranged; she was the wife of an out-of-town couple she occasionally hooked up with.

Her boyfriend was about to say something, but the redhead cut him off quickly, "I'd love to."

Together, the two women steered him into the playroom; they were both passionately kissing him, ignoring his protests. Before he knew it, they were all naked, and he was on top of the redhead, he didn't know her name, plowing away bareback. As his girlfriend looked on, encouraging him.

She smiled. Everything was going to plan so far. As soon as he finished, grunting as he came, she leaned over and whispered into his ear. "My turn," she said to him.

He watched as she fucked one guy after another; all he could do was play with his now deflated dick and watch. He was so turned on, and it was the wildest and craziest sexual thing he had ever had the pleasure to be part of. After she was finished with the third guy, she leaned close to his ear. She was praying that he would respond favorability.

"This is the type of woman I am, no one man can satisfy me, I need more. I've made a mistake in past relationships, not showing them who I really am. Only to get disappointed that they were too insecure to handle me. If you're the type of guy that can, I promise your sexual adventures with me will be hotter and more erotic that any porn video you masturbated too. Your dick will not only enjoy my pussy but an endless variety pussy. If you can't take who I am, lover, tell me now so we don't waste any more of each other's time," she said to him.

He hesitated for only a moment. He didn't answer her with words; he aggressively grabbed her, threw her on her back, and almost jumped on top of her. He pounded his dick into her pussy like a dog in heat. This was uncharacteristic of him, but he knew at that moment that he wanted her more than anything and was going to get her. They kissed passionately, tongues intermingled; she was a great kisser. He tried to vary his rhythm, even occasionally stopping to prolong their coupling. Still, after only fifteen minutes, he could not deny himself any longer. His cum flooded her already cum filled pussy. He could feel and hear that she was having an orgasm, too, at the same time. He was a little disappointed he didn't last longer; he wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. After pulling out of her, he immediately went down on her, sucking on her smoothly shaved pussy and gave her the best oral sex of her life. He sucked every drop of cum out of her pussy, swallowing not only his cum but the three guys before him as well. She came again before he collapsed into her arms, exhausted.

As soon as they finished, he heard a round of applause all around them. Apparently, an audience gathered around them, and they were the center of attention. He was too exhausted to stand up and take a bow. He just lay on her; she had her arms wrapped tightly around him. There were tears in her eyes.

"Finally, I found the guy for me," she said with love.

He surprised her when he took her; she didn't think he was that aggressive. She was beginning to doubt this was going to work; she was afraid he would try to control her like so many men before. When he pulled out and gave her oral sex, sucking and swallowing every drop of cum all of her partners that night, she knew he was the one. He wasn't completely clueless in pleasuring her orally, but she had had better before. She lied to him and told him it was her best. She would work on that with him. In time, she would mold him into her perfect mate now that she had the right clay to work with.

She wasted no time moving in with her new boyfriend; the next day, in fact. They were inseparable after that. She introduced him to all her friends, all of them swingers. They would often have full swap, same-room sex every other night, and attend swinger clubs, nudist resorts, and house orgies on the weekends. Not all of her friends were happy to see that she had found someone; she was a well-known and very desirable unicorn. Some tried to convince her to come over there place and play without her new boyfriend, but she refused every time. She had her man now and wasn't going to sleep around behind his back and risk losing him. Any sleeping around would be done in front of him, no secrets, nothing to hide.

While he assured her she didn't have to work, he made more than enough money to support them both; she insisted on keeping her job at the coffee shop, and she even volunteered to work extra hours at work. For her, it had less to do with earning money and more with keeping her occupied during the day. She knew if left to her own devices, sooner or later, he would catch her in bed getting double penetrated by two guys when he returned home from work early one day. She waited too long to find the right guy for her; she wasn't going to fuck it by doing something stupid. Of course, she still would continue swinging, which would include getting double penetrated by two guys, but it wouldn't be her cheating on him behind his back; it would be in front of him with his full knowledge and approval. She would just make sure he always had a warm pussy to keep him occupied.

The typical arrangement was that one or two couples would come over every other night. He would have sex with one of her swinger friends, and his girlfriend would have sex with her friend's date/boyfriend/husband. After he pumped her friend fill with his cum, and as has he was recovering for another round of sex, he would watch guy after guy would fuck her, often more than once. She had a healthy sexual appetite; she was insatiable. Over the course of the night, he would sometimes have sex again with her friend or the other if there were two couples, but the night would always end up with him, the last one to fuck his girlfriend. Reclaiming her pussy she would call it. Occasionally he would give her oral and suck her pussy clean of cum, but not always.

On the weekdays, they had sex as a couple without company. She would demand he fuck her at least three times a day, once in the morning, once after he came home from work, and once at night. Usually she rode him cowgirl style, but occasionally allowed him to do her missionary style, provided he took her directions how to properly fuck her the way she wanted. Mostly how hard and how fast. She was an expert in prolonging their coupling; she could sense when he was about to come and took measures to make him delay his gratification. After all, it was her pleasure that mattered; his pleasure was just a fringe benefit. She also demanded he fuck her up the ass at least once a day. Often, she wanted it more, but this was the bare minimum sexual attention she required of him. After a while, he looked forward to the nights she had friends over; it gave his dick a sorely needed break. Even then, she still demanded they have sex every morning; his morning wood never was neglected.

She made it a point to hide nothing from her new boyfriend; there would be no hidden skeletons in her closet. She told him all about her short stint as a porn star, even told him about her escorting on occasion when money was short. She did, however, bend the truth; prostituting herself was an act of desperation she wasn't proud of; it was either that or she became homeless. He assured her she wouldn't have to resort to that again; he would take care of her.

She was never materialistic; she enjoyed experiences over possessions. While he tried to buy her expensive gifts to impress her, she refused them; she told him to save his money. The shiny objects didn't impress her. She had her eyes on bigger prizes; she wasn't ready to reveal her true motives yet. She had a plan. She started slowly at first, offering him suggestions on what to wear, making little comments here and there. You would look better in this outfit, she would suggest innocently.

Once he got used to her telling him what to wear, she started buying him new outfits. Then, a favorite shirt or a sock would go missing in the wash. In time, she replaced his entire wardrobe, out with the old and in with the new. In time, he would refer to her on what to wear to work or when going out to a swingers' party they were attending that night. She jokingly referred to him as her Ken doll, and she, Barbie, was dressing him up.

Then it was his friends; she made sure he spent less time with his friends and more time with hers. In time, they only hung around with her friends, most of whom were swingers; often, they even would end in a fuck fest before the end of the night. He had to admit his sex life significantly improved; she introduced him to an endless supply of nice tight pussy.

She had his doctor write him a Sildenafil prescription, not that he had issues with erectile dysfunction. From experience, she knew guys on dick-hardening medication stayed harder longer and lasted longer before they came, and sex was really about her satisfaction. He might get his rocks off, too, but it was just a side benefit; she was, after all, focused on her pleasure.

After just two months, she felt it was time to take their relationship to the next level, but she wanted to see if he would pass one final test. If he failed, she had already decided to proceed, but this would be the icing on the cake.

She invited a few other couples over Friday night, which was pretty much the same as every Friday when they did a full swap of same-room sex. This week, however, she invited three other men over as well, none of whom he had met before; two were Black and the other one white. The night started the same; she had sex with one of the men, and he, one of the other girls. Once they both finished to their satisfaction, things took an unexpected turn; one of the guys, her boyfriend, who didn't know, started coming on to him.

He tried to resist, "I'm not gay!" he said. Trying to pull away.

But she was able to sweet talk him, "You know I'm bi-sexual, lover. Don't you love to watch me have sex with other women?" she said.

"Yes", he admitted.

"Does it turn you on?" she pressed.

"Yes, it's so hot," he replied.

"I think it would be so hot to watch you with another man. I know you're not gay, but you might be Bi; please try it for me?" she whispered to him.

"Ok," he said without much conviction. She had a way of talking him into doing almost anything...well, anything.

She carefully selected Jay and Jim, two bi-sexual Black men. If anyone could seduce her boyfriend, it was Jay. He started slow, and after less than an hour, Jay was slowly fucking her boyfriend up the ass. It took Jay another hour of gentle fucking her boyfriend, but as she watched her boyfriend, he had a powerful prostate orgasm. He was in pure bliss. After Jay pulled out, it was Jim's turn. He was much bigger than Jay and wasn't gentle; he mercilessly fucked her boyfriend with his big cock, as her boyfriend eagerly sucked the dick of the other White guy. His first split roast, she would see to it he had plenty more. It only took Jimmy ten minutes to give her boyfriend another prostate orgasm; the white guy pulled out and shot his load all over her boyfriend's face.

It wasn't that she wanted her boyfriend to be dominated by other men; it was to give her greater flexibility for future swinger hookups. Some couples she knew were both bi and having a partner who was also bi, would be more appealing to those couples to entice them to swing with her. Not that anyone had ever turned her down before, she was a hot twenty-two-year-old sex pot. But she knew her youth and good looks wouldn't last forever, so she was planning for the future.