by Blythe Reid
I realized that he would be erupting soon though, and I knew that I was ready for it. For how I felt right then, I didn’t care where his seed ended up. I wanted him to paint my walls with it. I wanted him to feed it to me, and I wanted to drink it all in one smooth gulp. I even wondered how it might feel to have him burst inside my asshole. I’d never had a man finish in my ass before.
He made his decision on where it would go. While he did fumble a bit trying to get me just right, he decided it was going in my pussy. He had me lay on my back, but we couldn’t get a good symmetry going. So, he put a pillow under me so that I could be angled up appropriately towards him so that he could fit all of him in all of me.
Once he found his way back in, he fucked me harder than ever before. He held onto me tightly, glancing from my eyes to my breasts as they bounced up and down with each mighty thrust. My hands were flailing aimlessly around the bed, searching for something to hold onto that didn’t exist. My inability to stay still while he drilled into me aggressively was more fuel for the fire that was raging inside of him.
But, like with the applicants that came before him, it couldn’t last forever. His grip on me tightened, and I knew then that my grip on his large dick would surely tighten as well. As he dumped his filling into my pussy, I released one final orgasm that was literally climactic. There was a sense of finality as we came together, but I knew that I would want a continuation with him one day soon.
11
The next day, I ran some errands with Araya in order to help prepare for the final stretch leading up to opening night. While we did our shopping and buying, I began to feel my nerves betraying me. For the first time in a long while, I was extremely nervous about opening the club. It wasn’t that I was afraid we wouldn’t hit our New Year’s Eve goal, but rather that the people wouldn’t come.
On top of that, I couldn’t make up my mind on whether or not I was officially going to give the job to the five men who’d all been gracious enough to fuck for a position. Regardless of whether my jealousies were petty or unwarranted, they were there, nevertheless. I was hoping I would receive some sort of a sign that would point me in the right direction on how to choose my cock-tail waiters.
The first five of the six I’d chosen had been amazing, and from the little I knew about the sixth, I felt sure that he was going to be amazing, too. I’d confided my confusion to Araya yet again, and she wasn’t sure on which way to guide me.
It was peculiar. When all sixteen applicants showed up on the first day, I felt so sure when I picked who I did that they were the right men for the job. Yet, as the New Year approached, I was seriously considering not hiring any of them at all. I wanted to write it off as anxieties related to opening a new business, but I knew the truth, and it was certainly the petty jealousies.
The last man standing was Mason Green. A toned, strong man with light brown hair and ocean eyes. Although it was Saturday, and also Christmas Eve, I’d asked him if he could come by the club for the next part of his audition. He was gracious enough to accept my unusual request.
I also had offered to give him some drinks if he wanted. I had some wine, beer, and hard liquor stocked near the bar. I wasn’t sure what he was going to have, but I poured myself a glass of red wine.
Before I could take a sip, Mason came walking through the door. He glanced around, noticing the crew hard at work as they were making their overtime pay.
“Hey,” he said with a wave.
“Hi there, Mason,” I said. “I just opened up a bottle of red wine a couple of minutes ago. I’m having a glass, but I could get you a beer or anything else you might want.”
“I’ll have a glass of wine,” he said.
I took a second wine glass and poured him a substantial amount of red. I handed it to him, and we held our glasses close together.
“What should we toast?” he asked me.
I shrugged, chuckling. “How about to a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.”
“I’ll drink to that,” he said.
We clinked our glasses together and began slowly sipping our drinks. We each took a seat by the bar.
“So, what made you want to apply for this job, Mason?” I asked him. “According to your résumé, you don’t have any modeling experience, bartending experience, waiting experience, hell, it was hard for me to get an understanding on what experience you did have, to tell you the truth.”
He chuckled, swirling his wine around in his glass. “Well, I come from a pretty wealthy family, actually.”
“No kidding,” I said with amusement.
“Yeah, they live on the east coast,” he continued. “My dad owns and runs his own stock company. He wanted me to take over after he retired, but I had absolutely no interest in working with stocks whatsoever. So, I left home, came out here and pretty much I’ve hopped from one part-time job to another, and then I discovered this place and you.”
I took a long sip of my wine, staring into his eyes the whole time.
“What does your mom do?”
“She makes things at home and sells them online,” he answered. “She doesn’t really have to worry about some of those things failingsince my dad makes a shit-ton of money, they live a pretty good life over there.”“What about you? Did your parents send you over here with a lot of money?”
“Actually, I’ve sort of been shunned and cut off since I left,” he told me. “Since I didn’t want to take over the ‘family business,’ my dad’s been sort of pushing me away from the ‘family.’ Whatever, I guess that’s up to him.”
“Well, that’s kind of messed up, actually,” I said. “That’s almost worse than if your parents just didn’t have any money to share with anyone or themselves.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
He drank a sizeable portion of his wine in one swift gulp. I was still nursing mine, taking it nice and slow.
“How old are you?” I asked him.
He grinned. “How old do you think I am?”
“I’m going to guess twenty-six?”
He laughed. “I like you. I’m thirty.”
“Wow, you look way younger than that. I thought you might’ve been younger than twenty-six, actually. But, I’m twenty-six, so I couldn’t bear to make you younger than me.”
“That makes sense,” he said. “Is thirty too old to work at the club?”
“Certainly not. All the other guys are around your age.”
“Splendid!”
“Do you have a girlfriend, Mason?”
“Nope, and I haven’t had one in almost a year,” he answered. “When I lived with my parents, I usually ended up dating women like they wanted me to date. They were rich and snobby like them.”
“You don’t want to be with someone that’s got money?” I wondered.
“I like money, but I like a personality, too,” he said. “I was okay with the women I dated, but after a while I got really sick of how none of them were really down-to-earth. They could never relax. Even if they were sitting around, drinking wine with me for instance, they always had to be talking about money, or judging people, or criticizing every little facet about their lives.”
I could tell that I was already starting to like him, too. I downed the rest of my wine, realizing that it wouldn’t probably help my confusion go away.
“I guess I’m sort of doing all those things right now,” he added. “Talking about money, criticizing people so I’ll stop. I’ll go ahead and ask you this, what’s the next step going to be in this audition?”
“Well, you are hoping to work in a sex club,” I said. “I think I’m entitled to know just how good you are at sex. And, the only way I’m going to know that is if we go into the back room and you get me to cum.”
He smirked, finishing the rest of his wine. “So, just you get to cum?”
“Oh, I know you’ll cum,” I told him. “I know what I’m doing. I need to get to know you, Sir.”
12
I wasn’t drunk, but my head
had grown heavy from the wine. All thoughts about the club had vanished. I only had tunnel vision for Mason and his emerald eyes.
I started kissing him all over, going everywhere from his hands to his neck, from his ears to his chin. Finally, we wrapped our arms around each other and his lips met mine. He was a great kisser, easily in the Top 3.
I could taste the wine on his lips. We began removing each other’s clothes as I tried to absorb the wine from his mouth, pulling on his lip like an animal. And, like an animal, he would growl louder with every forceful move I exerted.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered.
I laughed, unable to find a witty or good response in the heat of the moment. I simply ran my hands down his buff chest, making sure to spend a little time on his abs. He spent time on my abs, as well, running his hands quickly and randomly across my body.
I kissed his chest, running my tongue along his nipples, enjoying how they felt against my mouth.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered.
I looked up at him, beaming and giggling. I kissed down from his chest to his stomach, slowly working my way down to his enormous cock. I felt it brush up against my chest as I kissed down his landscape.
I took his dick in my hands, licking up and down it for a few moments, getting it nice and wet. I thought about just sitting on it, letting his wet cock fly into my wet hole. I even wondered if I could get it wet enough so that it could fit inside my ass.
Instead, I took him in my mouth, sucking on him and going down as deep as I could go. I felt him knock into my throat, culminating in a series of rapid breathing and moaning from him.
“That’s so fucking good. You’re so goddamn hot, Sarah.”
I looked up at him, giggling as I kept him past my lips. He pulled my hair back as it threatened to fall forward into my face, ensuring I had no obstruction from performing and he had no obstruction from view.
After many minutes of me sucking on his yummy cock, he urged me to join him on the loveseat next to him. I continued to perform oral sex on him, giving his balls some attention too. He began to give me pleasure as I did for him by inserting two fingers nicely inside of me, giving me adrenaline rushes that ensured my job on him would be even better. He was quite good with his touch, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was as good with the dick that I’d been soaking with my saliva.
Before either of us could cum, he stood up, helping me up as well. We kissed again, standing right beside each other, subtly humping one another as I waited for his next move.
He picked me up with his hands underneath me. I responded by wrapping my legs around him, grinding myself as close to his crotch as I could go. Then, he slammed me up against the wall, sending vibrations rocking all across the entire club.
“Fuck yeah,” I said under my breath.
He gave it to me rough, not only fucking me hard, but hammering my body into the wall repeatedly. I felt every thrust, feeling it twice as much. I loved how close we were. I loved how I could feel his breath bouncing from off my chest. I enjoyed every moment he spent pushing me harder into the wall. I wondered if the walls might crumble and come apart, much like how the walls inside my trembling pussy would soon give way.
We kissed, giving each other ample amounts of time with the other’s lips and tongue as our bodies continued its wonderful dance. We were moaning loudly and frequently, making this Christmas Eve one of the dirtiest that Boulder had ever seen.
He came inside of me after many tests of the wall’s endurance. Just feeling his hot load fill me up was enough to make me relinquish my ecstasy, cumming harder than I ever recalled cumming before.
He kissed me again. And then, he moved us back over to the bed. From there, we took a brief rest to reload and recover.
He was taking longer than I was willing to wait. I tried to help speed up the process by giving him a furious handjob, jerking his slippery dick with my tight grip until it had grown hard enough that it could stay inside me.
“What do you want to do to me?” I asked him.
“I want you to get up, turn around, and lower yourself up onto me,” he ordered. “I want you to back it up on me, and I’m going to play with that fucking pussy until you explode on my fingers.”
I was happy to oblige. I stood up, turned around, and slowly backed my ass up towards him. I could hear him masturbating his cock rapidly trying to get it as hard and erect as possible before I was on him.
I gave him a little extra time. I grinded up against him, letting his dick feel my ass cheeks pressed against it, giving it some incentive to be rock hard for me.
Once he was ready, I did just as he asked, and he did just what he wanted. As I backed up into him, he fucked my pussy hard from behind, using one hand to keep a hold of my ass while the other stayed attentively with my clit, rubbing only centimeters from where his impressive cock resided.
It wasn’t long before we came together again. And it wasn’t long after that when I began to become nervous again.
I’d now had all six men, and they were all glorious specimens that each blew my ex right out of the water. I had no idea what the right thing to do was, and this made anything that should’ve followed Mason’s audition hard to do. I was lost in thought.
13
Christmas had come and gone, and New Year’s Eve had finally arrived.
I’d spent the week between auditions and New Year’s Eve away from any of the guys. I was at the club the entire time figuring out every last detail so that opening night would be flawless. Araya and I’d been working on advertising for the last few days, and even before our doors were to open, people were showing up outside, peeking through the windows out of curiosity.
I had been putting off having an orgy with the first three guys, even though I’d initially suggested it. I was still leery about sharing a bed with more than one man, and I didn’t want the other three men to feel that I was potentially playing favorites or that they were somehow being singled out from the rest of the guys.
What I decided to do instead was to call all six of the guys and ask them to come in that morning for us to discuss things. I’d kept it vague, and I was pretty sure most of them felt like the jobs were theirs.
But, even before any of them showed up, I still couldn’t make up my mind on what I was going to do. I tried listening to my gut, but lately I’d been mixing up which part of me was doing the thinking. I also had been engaging in activities that I didn’t usually find myself involved in which was frequent sex with strange men who were trying to work for me. All of those things could be considered taboo by certain parts of society.
At around ten o’clock that morning, one by one, each of them came through the doors. It was odd to simply see one of them again, but it was truly surreal to see all six of them in front of me. All six of my former lovers, standing inches apart, all with similar triumphant looks on their faces. I wondered if any of them knew, or had any idea, about the content of what I had planned to say.
“Thank you all for coming,” I told them. “First off, I want you to know that you all performed spectacularly and proved to me that I made excellent choices on that first day. Really, you guys did more than I ever thought you could.”
They all gave some acknowledgement to my approval, lightly chuckling or making subtle noises.
“Secondly, and I just need to be clear with all of you,” I continued. “You all know what the second part of your audition with me entailed. You should know that each of the men standing around you was given the same tryout as you were.”
They all began to look around at each other, all coming to the same, unanimous realization that each one of them had sex with me before Christmas.
“And, this brings me to an unforeseen and quite possibly unfair conclusion,” I said. “I like you. I like all of you. I can go down the list.”
All of the guys seemed perplexed, unsure of where I was going with the dialogue. Truthfully, I wasn’t entirely sure, either.
/> “Matthew,” I began. “I admire your kindness, and I so highly respect that you work as a volunteer firefighter. You’re brave, and you wear your courage on your sleeve. And I like that tattoo that’s just under the sleeve, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Matthew chuckled.
“Andrew,” I said. “I really like how blunt you are. You aren’t afraid to say what you’re thinking or what you want. You take things as they come and you’re a man that knows how to take control.”
“I try,” said Andrew.
“Darren,” I continued. “I know you say you can’t trust others, but I think you want to trust so badly. You’re handsome, charming, and I don’t know what was wrong with those other bitches, but they’re crazy, seriously.”
“Thanks, Sarah,” Darren said with a smile.
“Jacob,” I said. “You’re searching for something worthwhile, and you’ve travelled. You’ve been to places other than Colorado or L.A., and I think that’s really awesome. I think you’re considerate, kind, and are likely a very hard worker.”
“I might say all those things about you, you know,” replied Jacob.
“Will. You’re also looking for a place where you belong but not just that, you want to be fulfilled. I think you and I have a lot in common, actually. I know you don’t know all in how, but I see it. I bet you’re a hard worker, too.”
“I like to think so,” said Will.
“And Mason,” I said. “Last, but not least. Mason, you could have easily stayed with a family that would’ve made sure you never had to worry about a thing in your life. But, you chose to go the hard way. You chose to go down a path where the destination is unknown. And, you don’t seem like one of those rich, spoiled kids. You have real class.”
Mason chuckled, blushing. “Thanks, Sarah.”
I looked at all of them again, hoping that what would follow wouldn’t scare them all away.