CutieMish’s gang-bang

NOTE: To aid in the visualization, I have pics of CutieMish(Michelle Lam) in my album My Fuckable Asian Fantasies.

Michelle Lam is a 20 year-old girl of Asian descent, living in a small town just outside of London, England. Something that sets this 5’5″, dark-haired, brown almond-eyed beauty with the perky yet sensually soft and squeezable B-cup breasts apart from others of her kind is the distinctly English accent in which she speaks. In her onscreen identity as the internet phenom CutieMish, she’s charmed guys around the world and inspired uncountable fantasies within those same guys about the things they’d love to do to/with/for her in bed. Hearing her speak in her English accent with her adorably exotic Asian looks damn near gets the blood to racing.

One night, Michelle heads out to a London club to meet some friends. Wearing a sleeveless olive green top, a light summery mini-skirt with miniature pink flowers patterned on it which comes down to just above her thighs with an oversized black belt cinching it to her waist, and black mini-pumps, her long dark hair flowing free down to her waist. Michelle–whose car broke down a couple days earlier–takes a cab into the city. Waiting outside the club, she gets a call from her girlfriends who she’s supposed to meet, letting her know they’re on their way but are stuck in traffic, and she should go inside and try to get seats at the bar. She heads inside, several guys whistling at the sight of her long, perfectly fit and slender legs. She smiles, pleasantly waving back at them as she goes in…since becoming a phenom and a bit of a mini-celebrity in her own country, Michelle’s gotten used to the various types of attention she attracts.

The club is packed to the rafters, with partiers of various ages rubbing elbows and trying to get their groove on. Making her way through the dense crowd, Michelle tries her best to ignore the few gropes her small but well-rounded ass receives along the way. Her pleasant smile to the bartender wins her a space at the stuffed bar, but there are no other seats for her friends for whenever they show up. Michelle orders a beer and nurses it while she glances around at the couples making out at tables or dancing in the sunken floor a few feet away. Someone taps her shoulder, and she turns to find a tall, handsome guy in his early 30’s with tousled brown hair smiling down at her. “Hey, hi…I’ve seen you somewhere before, haven’t I? Are you an actress or something?”

Michelle nods. “I’ve done some stuff,” she shouts back over the music. The guy stares at her a moment, and his eyes widen as he realizes, “Hey, you’re that internet chick, aren’t you? That ‘cutie’ girl–?” Michelle nods again. “‘CutieMish’, ya…Michelle. But my friends call me Mishy.”

“Mishy, hi…my name’s Rolly,” he says, offering his hand. Rolly has large hands, almost like a boxer’s. Mishy’s fits snugly inside it as they shake hands. Rolly turns away a moment, talking to two guys next to him; one of them, another white guy like Rolly, has dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The other, a tall black dude, is bald but his physique is impressive enough that it shows through the thick sweater he’s wearing. All the guys are in the same age range and handsome, Mishy notes to herself, as Rolly points her out to them. They nod and smile at Mishy, then make their way around Rolly to stand on either side of her. “These are my boys, Nate and Dexter,” Rolly says, making the intros. As Mish shakes hands with Nate, Dexter–the black guy–quickly takes a small wrapped packet of tinfoil out of his pocket. He unwraps it and dumps a white powder into Mishy’s drink. It’s so crowded in the club, no one notices. Dexter tosses the foil away and shakes hands with Mishy as she turns to him while the powder quickly dissolves into her beer. They all chat up a moment, and Mishy finds out that Rolly and his friends all work in stock trading on the London Market. They’re out for the night trying to score some dates, and Mishy playfully remarks that maybe they’ll get lucky when her three friends arrive. She doesn’t think anything of Rolly’s comeback that he and his pals have already gotten about as lucky as they’ll get meeting her. All of them raise their glasses to toast meeting new friends, and Mishy quickly downs half her drink.

The four of them chat it up for a while, Mishy’s ringing phone going unheard in the din of the club, as her friends are trying to reach her to say they’re still stuck in traffic. Michelle and the guys are having a hearty time on their own though, laughing it up and getting to know each other. It’s only when her vision starts to blur a little bit that she thinks she might have had a little too much to drink, but then wonders how that could be, when she’s only had one beer and hasn’t even finished it yet.

Michelle suddenly finds the club music is pounding a little louder than it should in her head, and doesn’t really know what to make of it as Rolly’s hand slips around her waist and he pulls her to him, kissing her lightly on her cute little nose. She feels someone else’s hand on her, and turns to see Dexter pulling up her skirt just enough to expose her pink panties for him and his friends to see. Nate has his back to Michelle and the others, looking cautiously around the club. He glances down at her panties and nods his approval. “Prime, mate. That’s totally prime.”

Michelle shakes her head dizzily. “What are you guys doing…” her voice sounds far away to her, almost like it’s coming back from underwater. Rolly kisses her forehead. “You just relax. It’s time to go home.”

“But I just got here…” Michelle tries to argue, but finds she can’t resist as Rolly takes her by the shoulders, turns her around toward the exit and he and his friends march her out of the club with them. Once they make it outside, Rolly puts his arm around her waist once more, leading her along as the quartet heads up the street. “But I gotta wait, my friends will be here soon…” Michelle argues weakly, slurring her words slightly. Rolly puts a finger to her lips, shushing her gently. “A good little girl’s seen and not heard, right?” he offers cautioningly as the group rounds a corner and Nate unlocks the doors on a silver Audi. Nate gets in on the driver’s side and Dexter gets in on the front passenger’s. Rolly takes a pill out of his pocket and offers it to Michelle. “Say ‘aahhh'” he tells her. “Uh-mm,” Michelle replies, shaking her head. Rolly opens her mouth easily with his thumb and places the pill on her tongue. He then leans in, kissing her, using his own tongue to push the pill down her throat, which she doesn’t even notice she’s swallowing as she returns the kiss, unaware her hands are on his arms, feeling up his strong muscles underneath his shirt. Rolly ends the kiss and watches as Michelle sways uncertainly on her feet, a dazed but happy smile on her face. Rolly picks her up and climbs into the back seat, sitting Michelle on his lap as he closes the door behind him and the Audi peels off into the night.

A couple hours later, the guys arrive at the small private house they’ve rented for the weekend, out in the countryside. Each of them has been dying for a turn at their young exotic captive, but they’ve managed to hold off until they reached the house. But with bulging hard-ons in all their pants, they know they won’t last much longer unless they get a taste of the sweetness barely hidden underneath Mishy’s little skirt.