Both men stopped what they were doing and stepped back. I looked at them feeling more exposed than ever. My friend undid his jeans and told me to get down on my knees in front of him. I knelt down as he pulled out his cock. He told me to lick his cock so I ran my tongue up and down the length of it, circling the head with my tongue every time I reached the top. I brought my one hand up to rub his cock as I continued to explore with my tongue. I circled his head with my tongue before taking it in my mouth. I gently stroked his cock as the head slid deeper in and out of my mouth.
My pussy started to throb and I wanted his cock in me so bad. I moved my hand out of my way so I could get as much as possible. I moved his cock in and out of my mouth going as far as was comfortable. I let my hand wander down between my legs and felt how wet I was. I started to take my time, playing, alternating between sucking soft and hard, while rubbing my pussy spreading around the moisture.
My friend put his hands behind my head and started driving his cock in and out of my mouth. I stopped playing with my pussy so that I could put my hands on his ass encouraging him further. As he quickened the pace all I could do was relax and let him do what he wanted to. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I glanced out the corner of my eye to see the waiter stroking his cock. I could feel my pussy start to seep as he stroked in time with my friend.
My friend drove into my mouth one last time as I felt his cum spray the back of my throat. He took his hands off the back of my head pulling his cock from my mouth. I swallowed what was left in my mouth before gently reaching up to lick every drop from his cock. As I let his cock go, he stepped back being replaced by the waiter.
The waiter stepped in front of me. I wondered what I'd gotten myself into. I licked his cock up and down before taking his head in my mouth. Unlike my friend, he didn't seem to want to take his time at all. He put his hand in my hair and tugged it allowing him to push his cock deeper into my mouth. I looked up at him and he was staring down, watching his cock move in and out of my mouth stretching the sides.
He started moving his cock deeper in and out and I could feel him pressing against the back of my throat. This time when I looked up at him I could feel his eyes burning into mine. He pulled his cock from my mouth and told me to bend over the table.
I stood up and walked over to the table. Both my friend and the waiter came to stand behind me. As I bent over the table, they started to discuss the view. They walked up behind and each started to rub a side of my ass. I don't know who but one of them moved their hands down and was using it to rub my pussy. They kept talking but I was so turned on that I couldn't make out what the words were. I moaned as I felt my clit being played with. I could feel one of them pushing a finger in my pussy and start moving it in and out. He started twisting it around and I could feel my pussy stretching. He started to work in another finger and I pushed back, trying to help, wanting to feel more.
He took his fingers out and I whimpered at the empty feeling. I felt a cock sliding into my wet cunt. I didn't know whose it is but I didn't really care either. I moaned as it moved in and out of me. I could feel my head being pulled up and saw my friend in front of me. He brought his cock up to my face and I opened my mouth invitingly. I started to work his cock with my tongue as I felt the waiter fucking me harder from behind. They both pulled out just as my body started to build to orgasm. I cried out from the frustration of being so close and not being able to cum. They started to talk from behind me again.
I felt two fingers being shoved into my empty cunt. They were gone as quickly as they'd been put there. Two hands spread my ass to make sure that everything was showing. I could feel the two fingers wet from my juices working their way around my anus. It felt odd knowing that there were two men standing behind me watching my body react to them playing with my ass. I quickly forgot anything about it when I felt the fourth hand rubbing my pussy and started to feel the two fingers playing with my anus start to work their way in. I could feel the one finger being twisted opening me up for the second finger.
My body pushed back against all the hands wanting more. They both moved away and told me to stand up. The waiter laid on the table and told me to climb on top of him. I climbed up on the table and, straddling him, guided his hard cock into my pussy. I started to move up and down working his cock in and out of me when he grabbed me in such a way that I couldn't move anymore. He pulled me forward and I felt my friend come up behind me. I felt as he played with my ass, opening me before pressing his head into the only empty hole left for him. I groaned as he slowly moved it deeper and deeper into me.
I moaned as I began to feel fuller than I've ever felt before. I started to squirm wanting something but not quite sure what. I moaned louder as they both started moving their cocks in and out of me. I begged them to keep fucking me as I felt both holes being stretched. They started to move in and out of me faster and I cried out as my body was hit by the strongest orgasm I've ever had. They continued to stroke in and out causing tremors in my body until I felt them both start to pulse, shooting their cum inside me.
My friend pulled out first and I could feel my ass start to close. I rolled off the waiter and I could feel his cum start to drip from me. They both got up and each handed me my clothing. When I went to get dressed I saw that there was no underwear and my bra was missing. When I pointed it out they both grinned and said we'd discuss those later.
I pulled my tank top and skirt back on. The waiter offered to give us a ride home as his shift was over and it was easier than calling a cab. We walked down the back hall and through the kitchen to the back lot where his truck was sitting. I could feel their cum start to leak out of me as we walked. As I stepped up into the truck to sit into the middle I was very aware that they both could see everything. I giggled to myself thinking there was no point being shy now.
I sat in between them, laid my head back, and, closing my eyes, listened to the radio. They each had a hand roaming over my body as the waiter drove home. I smiled as I wondered how I could get my underwear back.
The End.
April's Vulgar Arousal
Part 1
"And Janice would you please get me the municipal proposals' summaries from last month," said April Dowze emphatically to her new secretary for the third time that day as they walked down the hall, Janice helping April with her Jacket and her coffee and her stack of files. April had a meeting with the C.E.O of Cellucorp, a cell phone company located just outside of Los Angeles. She didn't know what that old bastard wanted. Finally April had her jacket on, took the last sip of her coffee drink and handed the cup to Janice, smoothed her hair out and asked her secretary,
"How do I look?" She looked at her watch. '7:58.'
"Perfect," said Janice and she laughed and snorted slightly, catching her snort.
April greeted the bastard's secretary and opened the double doors to hear a big, "Surprise!" in unison from all of her coworkers. Actually, as of today, they were all her employees. As she mingled and moved from one cluster of employees to the next she wondered what they all thought of her now. Secretly. Were they jealous of her promotion? Did some feel it was rightfully theirs? Or were at least some of them as genuinely happy as they all seemed to appear on their faces and in their body postures and handshakes. In the C.E.O.'s office? 'This is some promotion.'
April was five foot eight. She had long honey brown hair, down to her waist, wavy almost like finger waves, but bigger. She had rounded bangs that she always brushed to one side or another, depending on her mood. She had full breasts, but not suspiciously large, a tiny waist, long legs, and always high, pointed spike heels. She wore business suits but she wore them tight, and tailored in at the waist. She carried an old fashioned briefcase with bright red stitching. Her eyes were green and her skin was fair. Her eyebrows, always waxed and plucked precisely. But no one ever thought April Dowze got by on her looks. She was brutal and fierce in her decision making. She was highly competitive and results driven. She was every corpora
tion's wet dream in every way.
That night she returned to her apartment, ran on the treadmill for one hour while watching a saved episode of Oprah on her TiVo, and fixed herself a bowl of ice cream for dinner. She ate "dinner" on the couch in front of her other TV and felt a tinge of loneliness amongst all her electronics, machines, fancy appliances. She had been broken up with James for two years now but she still missed the warm body to sit next to, the friendly ear to listen to her, the romantic gestures.
April ran her love life as she ran her professional life. She dated respectable men, rich men, intense men. She climbed the social ladder with her men, but never were any of them as powerful as she. She always kept them at an inch's distance, kept herself a step ahead, never letting her man forget who was truly in control, who made the most money, who was most ferocious. When April was Director of Marketing she was involved with a lawyer, a partner in a small but highly reputable firm. His name was James Wadsworth. April asked James to move in with her, into her tall apartment, behind the Hyatt, overlooking the entire city.
April and James would sit out on the porch drinking champagne and talking for hours. They would go on shopping sprees buying expensive shoes for one another, suits, dresses, trying garments on, complementing each other's physiques, handing over credit cards nonchalantly while gossiping about office matters, hardly ever looking shop staff in the face. They went to fine dinners together, affording the best tables and booths, discussing the operas and plays they had seen together. They led the life of a perfect upper class couple.
April's and James' sex life was as their public life. As it was 'supposed' to be. They frequently had sex in bed, April wearing a silk camisole and matching tap pants trimmed in lace. James would crawl over her from the foot of the bed and pull her tap pants down. He'd take off her camisole. 'Sex should be naked.' April's breasts were so full, he'd think. Other times they'd be more adventurous, playing with strawberries and whipped cream, April wearing schoolgirl outfits, they tried anal sex. But April always ended up on top.
One day, James' firm had been hired to bring a lawsuit against Cellucorp. James tried to reassure April that it was only business, that it was nothing personal. He explained what she already knew, that they had been hired by an outside party to sue. But April's loyalty to Cellucorp took precedence and she came down hard on James. She coldly told him they didn't have to take the case. James argued it was a small sum for Cellucorp but a large sum for his firm and his client, not to mention the fact that he alone could not make that decision. April was unchanged. She asked him to move out within the week. She never saw him again.
The night after April's first day on the new job she went to bed with that lonely feeling in the pit of her stomach and awoke at 4:45 the next morning, her eyes sensitive to the morning light. She had just been promoted to Assistant Vice President of Marketing for Cellucorp. As assistant vice president of marketing, April will now oversee all aspects of the marketing area including internal and external relations, advertising systems, public affairs and community relations, and marketing. At least that's what her job description said. The first thing on her agenda was to go over those municipal summaries and find out what's really been going on in marketing for the last month. Then she wanted to sift through all the billing reports from the last month and really find out what's been going on in marketing for the last month. 'Ugh! There's so much to do! I can't believe I'm already looking forward to the four day weekend.'
The four day weekend April was looking forward to was Thanksgiving. But she didn't speak to her family much at all anymore. She was looking forward to four days of peace and quiet in her own apartment. Alone. April liked it that way. She didn't have many girlfriends on account of her looks and her fierce competitiveness. She didn't have a boyfriend because her job didn't afford her the time to hold down a relationship anymore. April wasn't planning on having anyone over or on going anywhere this Thanksgiving. This year it was just her and the couch. She'd even told her mother she was spending the weekend away, in Santa Fe, with her hippy friend, Sasha, so her family wouldn't call. The truth was, Sasha was her best friend and she hadn't spoken with her, simply out of neglect, in four months. Her father had tragically passed away in an automobile accident five years earlier, right about this time of year. April hadn't been to a Thanksgiving dinner at home since. She never spoke of the accident to anyone.
The new job was a bit overwhelming, but she got through the first short week on her own strengths and talents and Janice's gracious help. Janice was a somewhat dorky version of April. She too had long brown hair, but it was of a course texture, and not quite so long. She too parted her longish bangs to the side, only and always to the left, and they were rather stiffly brushed aside. She was five foot three and weighed about twenty pounds more than April. She wore a-lined 1970's style dresses in a variety of colors and prints to compliment her dark skin tone and hide the fullness of her figure. Her eyes shone blue through thick purple plastic framed glasses. It always seemed she became more beautiful the longer you looked at her. But as soon as April walked in the room April had a commanding presence. She was a force. Nothing could be as beautiful as she with her tiny waist, long locks, milky complexion, her drilling green eyes. Janice's alternative beauty didn't stand a chance.
April clobbered anyone in her wake. She treated her superiors with a fine balance of highly due respect, lack of ass kissing, and straight get-to-business talk. She treated her coworkers like stepladders, outwardly smiling at them as they smiled at her, secretly using them to gain footing on higher corporate ground. She treated her employees the worst. She used their hard competitive work for her benefit and never thanked them or took notice of whose work was most accurate or best put together. She never promoted based on merit only on who showed up with the flashiest final product. Two days on the job and April was already taking Janice for granted, expecting her to carry out tasks not in her job description. Carry her coffee, dress her, compliment her.
April strode out of the office early on Wednesday leaving behind a jealous Janice to pick up the slack. Because she left early she caught them off guard. There were three, maybe four men wearing black ski masks, black pants, and black tee-shirts. They were waiting for her in the parking garage. They were lazy at first, some smoking cigarettes by the doorway, but as soon as April realized what she was looking at they sprung into action. April was jostled about. She saw a fist fly towards her face, she saw a forearm with an elaborate yin yang tattoo, she saw army boots.
April was in a wholly different predicament from what she was used to handling. One she didn't know what to do about. That was a rarity. One man had her arms secured behind her back. One man picked up her legs. Another shoved a cloak over her head. There was a fourth standing and watching, the one with the tattoo. There were definitely four. She could sense how strong they were by how smoothly they carried her. They lifted her up, arms first, into someplace higher, with seats. April sniffed the air. She was in a van. The door slid shut. They were all in.
"Tie her arms first," said a voice.
"Yes Sir," said the second voice, and he got to work first tying April's wrists together, then tediously tying up her arms behind her back, to the start of her biceps, pushing her arms together and pressing her chest out.
"Oh, Sir. I like her like this!" said the second voice and April felt several sets of legs pass in front of her, brush against her legs, some from the left, some from the right. She felt one of the men run his hand along the tracts of rope, along her extended shoulder muscle, along her breast. April recoiled violently.
"She's feisty!" said the third voice, sitting next to her. April got a feel for where his face was. She spat in it through the mouth hole. He reached up into her cloak, grabbed her by the hair, leaned into her and said, "We can make this hard on you or we can make this hard and very very painful on you. I'm talking shitting blood for weeks painful. It all depends on you and how well you cooperate. Do you think you could do that for me? C
ooperate?" April nodded her head in agreement. "Now how about a kiss to seal the deal?" April had no choice, he had her by her hair. She nodded. "Good girl." He forced his tongue into her mouth, through the mouth opening in her cloak, and wriggled his tongue around. April let out a high pitched grunt.
Shortly after a fifth man came into the van, into the driver's side and put on his seatbelt. The others urged him to drive. The van drove a long ways until April heard a parking attendant pass them through. She heard them park the car and it was there they waited for what seemed like an eternity. The men made small talk, casual talk. April could hear them over her own breath underneath the cloak. The smell of her mouth filled the cloak. She was marinating in her own breath, sweating, beginning to lose air, heaving. She was too terrified to say anything or scream out when they passed the parking attendant. She'd promised to be a good girl. After all these years of being the powerful one April knew when she'd been beaten.
The driver never said a word. April heard the sounds of carnival music and children's laughter and people leaving in the parked cars all around them, people slurping the trail ends of their sweet beverages. 'Disneyland.' After what seemed like three or four hours three of the men started to get excited and the one universally referred to as "Sir" urged the driver to start the van again.
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