In front of her, Jackson had pulled his dick from his pants and was standing in front of her. She took it into his mouth as she rocked her hips back and forth on top of Tyson, pleasuring herself as she bobbed her head back and forth on Jackson’s enormously thick cock. Her mouth was stretched almost uncomfortably wide but she relished the feeling of him in her mouth. She started to hump Tyson harder, her body responding to the arousal of the cock in her mouth, and after a moment he pulled her off of him quickly and rolled out from underneath her.
Susan pulled her face away from Jackson and felt someone take her by the waist from behind, then flip her over so that her back was on the carpet. Edward was between her legs then and wasted no time in shoving himself inside of her, fucking her brutally, harder than she thought anyone ever could. He held her ankles wide apart, his arms outstretched, and pumped his hips in and out while she moaned and moaned beneath him. She loved how all of their cocks were different, how each of their faces reflected the lust she was feeling.
Susan reached out and took Will and Jackson’s cocks in each hand, jerking them both as Edward fucked her. It was only a moment before Jackson came on her cheek and she turned her head to catch the rest of it between her lips. She swallowed the warm, tangy fluid and turned her face in the other direction to wrap her lips around the head of Will’s cock as Jackson leaned down and licked her face clean of his cum.
Meanwhile, Edward was still pounding at her so hard it felt as if his hips were leaving bruises against the lips of her pussy. She didn’t mind. She was in ecstasy. When Edward pulled out, there was a moment of emptiness, a moment when she needed to be filled before Will took his place and began fucking her more gently than the previous man, more rhythmically, his hips arching inside of her to hit her g-spot over and over. He fucked her like that for what seemed like a long time until he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and slipped his cock inside of her pussy from behind. Tyson was there waiting, his cock positioned in front of her face, and she began to roll her tongue around it, teasing the head and the vein along the bottom, bobbing her head back and forth in rhythm with Will’s thrusting inside of her pussy.
Susan let out a loud cry around Tyson’s cock when Will reached around her to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples with his fingers. Tyson came in her mouth at the sound of it, at the feel of the vibrations along his length, and she barely had time to swallow his cum before he pulled out and Edward took his place. Edward didn’t give her a chance to begin moving her head before he held it still and began fucking her mouth, making her gag around the head of his cock as he thrust back into her throat. He pulled out when she struggled and she drooled over him, her face red and hot, and then she took him in her hand and brought him back so that he could continue fucking her mouth.
She felt Will pull out of her and then felt the tip of his head press against her asshole. Susan froze while he eased inside of her, the natural lube from her pussy making it easier to take him in her ass. She squeaked when he buried himself to the hilt and felt someone stroke her hair—Tyson probably—and ask her if she was okay. She nodded with Edward’s cock in her mouth and relaxed as Will slowly began moving in and out of her ass, his hand wrapped around her body to rub her clit, to ease the full, stretched feeling of his cock in her asshole.
When Edward came in her mouth, she told them all to stop after she swallowed, and kissed them each softly before pushing Jackson onto the floor and mounting him, knowing the only feeling that would distract her from her ass being stretched was to have her pussy filled by his hugely thick cock. She moaned loudly as she began to ride and felt someone lift her hips just slightly, then heard Tyson moan as he eased into her ass and began fucking her gently. Susan was growing to enjoy the feeling of a dick in her ass and thrust back against it, then thrust forward to push Jackson completely inside of her. Will left the room to clean himself and for a moment she simply lost herself in the feeling of being plugged in both holes, of having two cocks stuff her completely.
Something was missing, though, and when Will came back she begged for him to fuck her mouth. He grinned at her and obliged, rocking his hips forward and backward inside of her throat, filling her third hole so that she was taken at every angle. Still, she wasn’t satisfied. She wanted them all four at once. She told Edward to position himself on the other side of her face and alternated sucking his and Will’s cocks. Susan came so hard it nearly propelled her upward and off of Jackson’s cock but she held firm, pushed forward anyway by the force of Tyson thrusting into her asshole.
“Good girl,” he cooed, stroking her spine with his fingertips. “You’re doing so well.”
Beneath her, Jackson wrapped his arms around her back and held her still as he came inside of her, flooding her pussy with his hot, thick cum. She felt it dripping down her thighs when he slid out from underneath her and left her pussy wanting again. She just couldn’t get enough cock to make her happy. Susan bid Tyson pull out of her and got up, bending herself forward over the table in the center of the room, her ass in the air and her legs spread.
Edward approached her from behind and when she looked back at him she bit her lip, knowing he would ravage her wherever he put his cock. She thought she was ready for it, and so when he raised his eyebrows at her she reached back and spread her cheeks to indicate that she wanted him to fuck her ass raw. The man bit his lip and grinned and slammed into her ass without further warning, beginning to brutalize her tight hole so viciously she thought she might collapse. He pinned her waist to the table to hold her still and drove in and out, then laughed when she started moving back to meet his thrusts, to take him deeper.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, slowing himself down, his body shaking behind her. “You like that, huh?”
“Mhm,” she purred, grinding and writhing against him. He reached below and pushed two fingers into her pussy, teasing her with them as he fucked her ass. She came on his hand more than once, unable to stop herself, and moaning and clenched her asshole over his cock each time. It took him only moments afterward to pull out and squirt on her ass. She felt it, hot and thick, dripping down into her asshole as she waited for the next man.
It was Will. He chose her pussy this time but used the tip of one finger to massage the other man’s cum in and around her asshole. He pushed one, then two fingers in while his cock rocked sweetly in and out of her, providing the raw skin with the relief of gentle fucking. The man knew how to work a pussy, knew just where to hit inside of her to make her cream all over him. He twirled his fingers deep inside of her ass as he worked, pumping his hips in and out, making her moan and shout and shudder against the table.
“Such a sweet sound,” he breathed. “Such a sweet pussy. You ever done this before?”
She shook her head. “I’m a virgin.”
He paused behind her and she felt his cock twitch and tremble within her.
“A fucking virgin?” he asked, and when she turned to look at him he was looking back at Tyson. “She was a virgin?”
Tyson shrugged. “It’s what she wanted.”
“Stop talking and fuck me, Will,” she said, and all of them laughed, heavy male voices echoing through the room.
“A virgin,” he said in awe, and fucked her for a few minutes longer before pulling out and spilling on her back so that she was covered in two men’s semen. And she wanted more. But she needed a break.
Susan made to stand but found that she couldn’t walk very far. She relished the feeling of the pain that was hitting her all over, relished the feeling of the cum dripping off of her body. Tyson took her elbow and helped her to sit down in the chair and she winced, then allowed her body to relax as she rested. She gazed at the naked men all around her and felt her pussy swelling and throbbing for more just at the sight of it. The whole situation was so erotic—so much sexier than anything she had ever imagined, and she thought she could die happy with one more run.
Tyson knelt down in front of her and cupped her cheek with his hand, drawing her
forward for a kiss.
“All good?” he asked. She nodded and kissed him again. Her pussy was sore and raw and so the feeling when he put his mouth there and started licking her in gentle caresses was like heaven to Susan. She spread her legs and let it happen as the other men milled about, using the restroom or drinking or talking while waiting for her to be ready again.
Everyone else seemed to disappear, though, with the feeling of Tyson’s mouth on her pussy. He licked in soft but firm strokes from top to bottom, sucked her clit with gentle lips and nipped at it just barely until she came in his mouth. His hands massaged her thighs as he held them apart and then moved back to grab her ass as to pull her closer to his face. He ate her with so much tenderness it made her ache for something rougher, and so after a few moments she slid out of the chair and bid him sit in it, then positioned herself between his legs and wrapped her mouth around his cock. He tasted like sweat and semen already and it made her lick her lips before she started moving her head back and forth to push him into her throat. Tyson groaned and held her hair back so that he could watch her face as she took him back and forth between her lips. She met his eye and he smiled at her, biting into his lip, and began to gently lift his hips in time with her bobbing.
“You’re catching on quick,” he breathed, taking her head into his hands and pushing it up and down. At the same time, she felt someone lift her up and settled underneath her. Jackson’s cock pressed against her asshole and she lowered herself delicately onto it, pulling her face away from Tyson and biting into her lip so hard it bled. She felt stretched beyond capacity, beyond her limit, but the feeling was so sensual that she began bouncing up and down in slow strokes, pushing him deeper, filling herself further. Susan slid two of her fingers into her pussy, fucking herself in beckoning strokes, rubbing her clit with her palm. She was moaning and whimpering when Tyson stood up and began to jerk himself off above her face. She opened her mouth to catch his semen when he came and then Will and Edward were there, too, and within moments all three had cum on her face and she was licking their salty fluids from her lips while she bounced Jackson in and out of her asshole. She came, her face warm and dripping wet, and Jackson followed soon after, filling her asshole with his cream.
When everyone was spent, after he had caught his breath, Tyson lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the boardroom, pushing through the door of his office and into the bathroom across the room. He ran a shower for her and sat her down, then lovingly washed her hair and her skin, taking his time to let his hands soothe every part of her. She winced and sighed when his soapy hands ran between her legs, over her pussy and then her asshole, and he massaged the soap in before rinsing her off with a rag. He cleaned himself as well and then helped her out of the tub, telling her to hold her arms up as he toweled her off before giving her one of his shirts to wear. It was loose and soft on her skin, soothing where she was raw, and she kissed him sweetly as he got dressed and they made their way into the boardroom. The other three men were dressed already, standing around and drinking when she entered on unsteady legs.
“Feeling alright?” asked Edward, leaning down to kiss her cheek. For some reason, that made her blush, and they all laughed at her as she sat down in one of the chairs and looked around at them. So handsome, she thought, and didn’t regret a moment of her time with them. She was fully prepared, too, for Tyson to take her home and give her some one-on-one time before the next day.
“So,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Do I get that raise?”
Tyson stroked her cheek with a finger, then leaned down to kiss her.
“And a vacation day,” he said. And she smiled.
Story 34
Chapter One
For just one evening Dorothea took leave of the safety and sanctity of her sedate home office; escaping to the exotic wilds of a place she hardly knew.
“OK then, so I don’t know if you could exactly call the only night club in Bay City exotic or wild,” she mused now, approaching the mysterious pink sandstone building imbued with towers and arches and fronted by a flashing neon sign that read “Club Tropicale.” “Yet they allegedly play swingin’ amplified music that you can dance to, and they serve beverages that contain some degree of alcoholic content and that come complete with fascinating names like Fuzzy Naval and Sex on the Beach—as opposed to say, Golden Years nutrition shakes and Senior Soda. Two phenomena I very rarely see at home.”
As the only daughter and permanent caretaker for her elderly father, her beloved Papa Bernard, this work from home data entry specialist rarely left the modest but homey Colonial residence that they shared on the south side of town. And as someone who made her living online, the bookish, rubenesque 35-year-old sought her only entertainment and romantic thrills from the shiny surface of her sleek metallic computer screen.
As an active nightly participant in the popular singles website known as Date Night, Dorothea had chatted with numerous gentlemen (well, she reasoned, approximately 45 percent of them could be considered gentlemen. On a good night, and by any stretch of the imagination) during her six months on the site. And while she’d enjoyed chatting and flirting with all of them, few of her interactions actually resulted in anything resembling a face to face meeting; or, horror of all horrors, a date.
“The girls with the profile photos get all of the dates,” she reasoned, adding as she rolled her eyes heavenward, “Especially if they post pictures of people other than themselves—people who just happen to find gainful employment as highly paid professional supermodels.”
A never married and self-proclaimed bookworm who’d enjoyed only a handful of actual dates throughout the course of her existence, Dorothea had few illusions of finding eternal true love on Date Night; then one evening, and much to her surprise if not abject shock, she got a private message from a man who’d she had been chatting with off and on for the past few weeks.
A travelling salesman who dealt encyclopedias from coast to coast and—or so he liked to boast, and often—throughout the continental United States, Cal seemed like an amiable sort who charmed her with his sharp sense of humor and articulate writing style (“Well at least he can spell his own name,” she mused. “Sure beats about half the online populace of Date Night.”). So when he informed her that he’d be travelling to her area the next evening, she expressed great happiness at the news.
Until, that is, she logged off the computer. Then she just panicked.
Indeed, the last 24 hours had morphed her peaceable but uneventful life into a virtual whirlwind of chaos. After paying an emergency visit to her hairdresser, who shaped and trimmed her unruly black curls while outright marveling at the shocking news that Dorothea had a date, the frenzied woman headed home to fish her only dress from deep within her closet; a basic burgundy frock that flattered her generous curves.
“I call this my hope dress,” she joked, adding as she touched her lips with just a light coat of pearl pink lipstick, “So here’s hopin’.”
So now and with a relieved sigh she passed finally through the brass handled stained glass doors that fronted Club Tropicale; taking in her breath at the vision of the ebullient interior that graced this elite night club.
For just a moment her senses reeled as they consumed a vision of luxury distinguished by the presence of lace covered tables topped with dew glistened rose bouquets; walls bathed in wallpaper of pure gold jacquard; and floors topped by a soft thick layering of snow white carpeting.
Suddenly she felt like the lead character in one of those classic old black and white movies she saw on late night TV. Suddenly she was Lauren Bacall in Key Largo, or Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca.
Only she figured that Lauren or Ingrid probably could turn at least a single head as she walked the length of the club; a feat that she apparently couldn’t accomplish, at least not this evening.
“That’s okay though,” she mused, finally taking a seat at the corner table where she’d agreed to meet her blind date for the evening. “Cal is the onl
y man whose opinion I care about, and I’m sure he’ll be more than impressed. He seems like such a kind gentleman!”
Chapter Two
“That scumbag. That vile, irredeemable scumbag. And those are his good qualities.”
An hour later Dorothea still sat alone at her quiet corner table; one made all the more sedate by the marked absence of the blind date who was now more than 45 minutes late.
Chomping on a quickly cooling breadstick with disinterested lips, she used her free hand to dial the cell phone number that Cal had sent her in last night’s e-mail.
“Hi, I’m Cal!” the same cheery recorded voice greeted her for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“I’m a vile, irredeemable scumbag!” Dorothea embellished in silence, adding aloud, “Hi Cal, it’s Dorothea. I’m a bit concerned about you at this point; our date was scheduled to start 15 minutes ago. Give me a call when you can.”
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