Thank you to those who expressed an interest in reading more about Denise, the Cheesecake Model Who Wasn’t. I hit a block with my Evie character and Denise kept coming to mind, so I decided to detour for a bit, and hopefully get Evie on track in the process.

Note: All character are 18+

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After Denise revealed to me that she wasn’t the empty-headed bimbo everyone thought she was, our relationship became a sort of secret game we were playing on everyone else. She was the bimbo, and I was the boyfriend taking advantage of the bimbo. And we played our parts really well.

Troy, her ‘photographer’ or more accurately, her pimp/handler, was more or less fooled by Denise’s act as well. I think he knew she had more on the ball than she was letting on, but he wasn’t going to risk losing his meal ticket by calling her out. Her books, videos, prostitution, and escort services, and he was getting a piece of all of it, and a piece of that hot body of hers too.

He agreed to let us use the studio as our own private love nest whenever he wasn’t using it, which wasn’t that often actually. He had lots of other girls he exploited as well. Of course, it was all above board. DNR’s, contracts, and he even paid their taxes as part time employees in the film industry. Shady, but not illegal. I thought we should do something about it, but Denise just wanted to soak him for as much money as she could, then disappear. New name, new identity, new address, new phone… all of it. She was just going to drop off the face of the earth, and show up someplace else with a totally clean slate.

Denise and I spent a lot of time together over those last months. Once I got to know her, she turned out to be very sweet, even a little innocent in some ways. Maybe it was all acting, but I didn’t think so. She was jaded, and bitter, but not with me. We had sex two or three times a week just the two of us, and she would ask me to invite a friend or two for group sex about once a week, more if she wasn’t getting any in her photo shoots. She just loved having more cocks to play with.

My five closest friends all got to enjoy her. There was Jeff, of course. Pete was a tall, skinny guy, but had a charm she seemed to like. Mike was Pete’s best friend ever since grade school, so I let him into the Darling D. fan club. Then there were the two Marks. Big Mark was my buddy from my senior year in high school. He got the ‘Big’ nomicer because he was kinda overweight, but Denise just loved his sense of humor, and his abnormally thick cock. The other Mark was like the pretty boy in our circle of friends. He had a girlfriend, and she was pretty damned hot, but he knew if she ever found out he was banging Denise, she’d be gone in a heartbeat… so we kept it all a secret.

And that was us. The Darling D. Fan Club, all willing to share the hottie that was my bimbo girlfriend. For five months, it was the most memorable, and craziest time in my young life. And to be honest, I really didn’t want it to end. Denise was, and still is, the hottest babe I ever had before or since. But more than that, I liked her. We fucked a lot, but we also became friends, and maybe a bit more than friends.

I took her to backyard parties, went out to the movies, spent time on the beach; she even came with me on my little boat while I went clamming, just to spend some time together. She’d get naked on the bow of the boat to sunbathe. And back then, there were so many clam boats on the bay, you could practically walk from Long Island to Fire Island without getting wet. She got a lot of attention, that’s for sure.

We were rapidly approaching the end of the semester, and I was sort of dreading it. Denise would be leaving, and this chapter of my life was going to end. We were laying on that ridiculously huge bed in the studio after a very energetic fuck, and she climbed up on top of me.

“Graduation’s next week.” she said.

I nodded. “I know.”

“I want you to do something for me, but you can say no if you want to.” she said.

I shrugged. “I probably won’t.”

She giggled. “I, umm… want to have another.” This meant she wanted more cocks. “But this time… I want all of you at the same time. You and all the boys.”

“Six at once?” I lifted a brow. “Really?”

She blushed and nodded, something that never failed to amaze me. As slutty as she was, she still had that demure side that made her so damned cute, and that always made me smile.

“Call it a bucket list item. A genuine gangbang.” She said.

I wanted to say no, but I knew that was just me being selfish. I wanted her to myself for these last few day… but this was her choice, and I was just sort of along for the ride. “One more big bang, and you’re off to your new life.” I said, and it came out with more regret than I meant it to.

She cuddled on top of me, her body feeling wet and cool from our sweat, and she sighed in my ear. “You don’t have to. I get it.”

“No, it’s fine.” I lied. Well, only partially lied. I loved watching her lose Konya travesti control and go into total slut-mode. She was a force of nature in that state, and the best any of us guys could do was keep up. It was the hottest thing ever. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted to do it. This was the best way to end it. Not with a whimper, but with a bang. A big, hot, total gangbang.

“I’ll make the calls. Friday work for you?”

She smothered me with kisses, and it was probably my imagination, but they didn’t feel the same as they usually did. These felt… I don’t know… more real in a way. Like she meant it.

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I made the calls, and told the guys that I was planning to give her a surprise gangbang. I didn’t mention that she would be leaving soon. I guess I figured they didn’t need to know. I told them all to show up on Friday when they could, and just plan to spend the whole night fucking the daylights out of my slutty bimbo. Of course, they were all on board.

It was even more wild than I expected. Mark showed up early, eager to get started. Denise got into character as she always did. As usual, we played along, asking her to do some modeling for us, which meant she would shed her clothes, because she’s a cheesecake model after all, and had to put on something sexy.

“Troy got me some new things to wear.” She said excitedly (a lie, because we picked it out together). “Really pretty. Want to see?”

Mark and I nodded, and she pranced off behind the dressing curtain to get undressed.

While she was gone, Pete and Jeff arrived, and waited with us while she got ready. Finally, she came out with her new outfit, and we all gawked at the vision that she was. A black lace up, cupless corset that just lifted but didn’t cover her magnificent tits. Garter belt and black stockings, strappy shoes that lifted her already stunning butt to goddess-like stature, and to top it all off, a matching black leather collar fitted with a little metal ring and a silver chain leash.

She waved. “Oh! Hi Pete! Hi Jeff! I didn’t know you were coming too! Do you like my new outfit?” she turned around so we could appreciate all her lovely curves from every angle. “And look!” she placed on her head a pair of cat ears with one of her adorable bimbo giggles. “See! I’m a pussy cat! Like my collar?” She dangled the leash and swung it around playful.

The guys were mostly struck dumb. This was a common reaction when they saw her in something sexy, and this was one of the best I’d ever seen her in.

“It comes with a tail too, but I don’t know how it works.” She skipped back behind the curtain and returned with a cat tail… on the end of a butt plug! “Can you show me what to do with this?” she pouted at us.

“I think I know.” Big Mark arrived and quickly joined us. He took the tail from Denise, and pretended to examine it. “Hmm, yeah. I think I know how this works. Do we have that slippery stuff you like?”

Denise beamed and nodded. “Over there, next to the bed. I’ll get it!” she skipped over, got a bottle of sex lube, skipped back, and handed it over with one of her bimbo giggles.

“Okay, let’s see.” Mark poured a bit of the lube onto the plug, and grinned at Denise. “Now, you bend over and put your hands on the bed.” He said.

She went over to the bed, and bent over, giving as all a wonderful view of her bare ass and pussy.

Big Mark followed, and said, “Now, relax.” He patted her ass, and she wiggled back at him. Then he started to insert the butt plug end into her tight rear.

“Oh! Hey! Is that how it’s supposed to work?” she squeaked. Her hips wriggled and she made a lot of cute sounds as Mark twisted and worked the metal plug up her ass.

“Yes, just like this!” he replied, and shoved it in the rest of the way.

Denise let out a little shriek as it plunged in, then once it was properly lodged behind her tight ring, she sighed, and stood. She wiggled her ass, making the tail twitch. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Oh yes.” I nodded. “A very pretty kitty.”

“Climb up on the bed and walk like a kitty.” Jeff said.

She frowned at him and started to climb up to stand on the bed.

“No, no.” Jeff said. “On all fours, like a cat.”

“Oh!” she beamed at him, then dropped to all fours and crawled around the huge bed with her ass swishing to make her new cat tail swing back and forth.

“Would you like us to pet the kitty?” Pete asked.

She flashed him a smile and nodded. “Purrr! Yes, please!”

We all gathered around her on the bed and did just that. Hands everywhere. We pet her ass, her large firm breasts, her long legs, and broad hips, and we all took turns finger fucking her as she moaned and made little mewing sounds, crawling between us on that oversized bed.

I was the first to give in. I undressed, then went back to the bed and pulled her hips around toward me. Her pussy was so wet, I didn’t need any lube. I just lifted her tittle tail out of the way, and my cock slid into her as we both gave a sigh of pleasure. Konya travestileri I started a slow, deep fucking, enjoying the strange feeling of her pussy made extra tight from the butt plug in her ass. After a few minutes, the other guys were all naked too, and I moved aside to let Big Mark have a turn.

For a while, we all just took turns fucking her. We knew this was a marathon, not a sprint, so none of us fucked her long enough to cum. Well, not long enough for any of us guys to cum. Denise came twice while we pounded into her. That butt-plug changed everything, and I knew she loved it too.

And that was how it started. For the next hour or so, Denise had a cock fucking her almost continuously, and it gradually got more and more forceful. We all took pictures too, and she was more than happy to pose for them.

I was on my back with Denise riding me hard, when Mike went up behind her and yanked that tail right out of her ass, and none too gently. She screamed, and he stabbed his pre-lubed cock up her ass making her moan her approval. This started the second part of the fuck fest.

We double and triple teamed her for most of the night. Everytime one of us thought we might cum again, we’d stop and rest while giving someone else a turn. With six of us eager to fuck my gorgeous bimbo, she was never without at least two cocks in her the whole time. And I’d never seen her like that before. She was completely insatiable. No matter how much we fucked her, she wanted more. She was a woman possessed, and her only purpose was to give and take pleasure. What a night!

I noticed it was past two in the morning when there was a definite change in pace. We were getting winded, but Denise was still begging us to do her again and again. We all knew we needed to end it, and we all knew how we wanted to finish her off.

Denise got on top of Big Mark, and his thick cock forced its way into her tight pussy. I got behind her and stabbed into her ass, making her shiver and bounce back at us. Jeff and Pete took turns stuffing their hardons down her throat, and Mark and Mike each got her hands around their shafts. Six of us, all at once. Denise came almost non-stop for the whole time. When we all couldn’t take it any more, we laid her down on the bed, gathered around her, and came all over her face and tits. A bonafide Bukkake. The smile on her face was priceless.

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The guys all got dressed and left me and Denise still naked on the bed. She looked tired, but absolutely satisfied. She was a mess, using her fingers to play with the pools of cum left all over her tanned body. When we were alone again, I got her into the shower and washed her off. This got me hard again, as it almost always does, and I just had to fuck her ass one more time.

Again, this didn’t go as it usually did. Normally I’d push her up against the wall and hard fuck her because she likes it that way. This one was strangely intimate. I was still fucking her ass hard, but not in the frenzy we usually had. And she kept looking back at me. Something she knows I like. Seeing her gorgeous dark eyes, her adorable smile, that pouting mouth making sweet sounds, it’s almost enough by itself to make me cum.

After our sex in the shower, we stripped the bed of the cum covered sheets, put on clean ones, and fell onto it for about an hour to just rest and talk. I spent the whole time running my fingers and hands over that smooth, tanned body, through her drying hair, wondering if this might be the last time I’d ever touch her.

We spent a little time looking at some of the pics and videos I took during our gangbang, and she had me text the guys to get theirs too. We were there till the early hours before dawn, looking through them together, and she picked out a few as her favorites.

A few of my favorites were: Denise on hands and knees with Big Mark fucking her pussy and her eyes wide and screaming at how thick he was and how tight it felt with her metal butt-plug. Paul lifting her tail to make her butt-plug tug at her ass while she sucked his cock. Me and Jeff spit roasting her while Mark and John shot cum all over her ass and back. And our mutual favorite, Denise on her back with her face and tits completely covered in a thick layer of cum as she smiled up at the camera.

She encouraged us to save them all and give them to Troy to make a new sex tape of her. That wasn’t gonna happen. I wanted them for my own.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was really getting attached to Denise. In spite of her bimbo game, her deceptions, and her incredibly slutty way of life, she was something special. For a moment there, I almost asked if I might change her mind and convince her to stay, but I knew I couldn’t do that. She needed this, and it’d be selfish to ask her to stay. Besides, I didn’t think she would anyway.

“Have you decided where you want to go?” I asked.

She nodded, but didn’t say anything. This meant she wasn’t going to tell me. I just lay there, still holding her, still wondering Travesti konya what I should say, or if I should say anything. I was just about to risk something when she sat up, turned over and gave me one hell of a kiss. We’d kissed a lot over the months, but this one was definitely different. She ended it, and climbed out of the bed.

“Take me home, alright?” she asked.

I got up, got dressed with her, and drove her home mostly in silence. We still held hands as we usually did, but hardly said five words to one another. She kissed me goodnight, got out and I watched her go into her little house… and I didn’t see her again.

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That was four years ago. I got my degree a couple years after Denise left, and tried to not think too much about her. It wasn’t easy. I still had the images from that night, and got all my friends to send me whatever pics and videos they took, making myself a kind of memorial montage of Denise pics and videos that kept her fresh in my mind.

My successive girlfriends all seemed to know I was still carrying a torch for someone, and it made for a lot of short relationships. I’d date someone for a while, then meet someone new. I’d fool around with the new girl, the old one would find out, and all hell would break loose… along with her heart. Then I was on to the next to do the same. But I didn’t really care. It was like I was looking for something I knew I’d never find, but I had to keep looking just the same. The worst part was; even I didn’t know what I was looking for.

Eventually I got over Denise enough to stop my trail of bodies. I was just getting serious with my current girlfriend, Trudy, when I decided to fly out to Vegas for a job fair. Jeff was with me as we both shared similar career paths. He was still on and off with Jennifer, who, as it turned out, was also into multiple partners. We did her in a threesome a few times, and she decided it was the best way to have sex. When I started seeing Trudy, I stopped getting with them, and as a result, Jennifer found someone else to have threesomes with, and it didn’t always include Jeff. Poor guy.

We had finished with the first of three days at the job fair and had a quick dinner at the free buffet before heading down to the casino. My bankroll was… not impressive, so I mostly wandered around, played a few slots, and generally just soaked in the lights and sounds while enjoying free drinks.

Suddenly two soft hands covered my eyes from behind. “Guess who?” came an all too familiar voice.

“Holy shit!” I whirled around. “Denise!”

“It is you!” she almost screamed as she leapt into my arms laughing.

I held her off the ground as I spun her about a few times. She looked and felt even better than last we saw one another. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Well, umm… I’m actually here with some girlfriends.” She said almost sadly. “My… bachelorette party.”

“Oh!” I gulped. “I guess you found your rancher.”

She shrugged. “Not exactly, but he does have about a hundred horses. They’re just in a motorcycle.” She giggled. “What about you? What brings you to America’s Playground?”

“Job Fair.” I said. “All the tech giants are here. Me and Jeff are on the hunt for something new.”

“Oh, Jeff’s here too?” she looked around excitedly.

“We went our separate ways after the buffet. He’s around someplace.” I said. “So… getting married?”

She blushed and nodded. “Yeah. It was umm… sort of quick.” She sighed. “We’ve been together about three months. A good guy. You’d probably like him.” She smirked. “Hmm… well… probably not.” She then reached up and caressed the side of my face. “God, you look so different. More mature.” She giggled. “You grew into that nose of yours.”

“Hey!” I laughed. “My nose is fine.”

She nodded. “It is now.” She leaned up and kissed the end of it. “How long are you here for?”

“I’m flying back Monday.” I said. “Early flight.”

She nodded. “I’m here till Sunday. It would be really nice if… maybe we could get together for dinner or something before we go.”

I lifted a brow. “That might be dangerous.” I said.

She cocked her head. “How so?”

I rolled my eyes. “If I had you alone, there’s no telling what I might be tempted to do.”

She gasped at me, then flashed me one of her sweet smiles. “I’d be willing to risk it. Tomorrow night?”

I frowned at her. “What about your fiancé?” I asked.

She frowned and nodded. “I know. I know. I’ve just… missed you a lot, and thought maybe we could… get caught up a little.. or something.”

“It’s the ‘or something’ I think we need to be careful with.” I said. “I have a girlfriend too, and things are getting a little serious. We don’t want to screw things up, right?”

She smirked. “It’s just dinner.” She sighed. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“And your bachelorette party?” I asked. “Won’t they want to hang out with you?”

“That’s tonight. I’m free tomorrow.” She took my hand and smiled that heart melting smile of hers. “Say yes.”

I knew I really wanted to. I knew what I hoped would happen too. My fear was, I’d get there, and it wouldn’t happen, and I’d be depressed for weeks after. Or it would happen, and I’d feel guilty for weeks after. Either way, it was a bad idea. “What time?” I heard myself ask.