0 comments/ 6391 views/ 2 favorites Entertaining By: RiannaTyler Emma felt the blush begin at her neck and tried to pretend she was concentrating on the radio. "Journey," Jack stated, waving the bartender over. Emma glanced at him and smiled. "I like this group," she said, desperately trying to keep her eyes off him. She had taken him out to this bar as a favor to her father. Or, at least that's what she told herself. The truth of the matter was he was incredibly sexy for a man in his mid-forties. Once again she found her eyes drawn to the mat of dark brown hair peeking out from above the buttons of his black dress shirt. A few silver strands taunted her. She knew it wouldn't take many more drinks before she would be tangling her fingers in the strands. "I think we're done here?" Jack looked questioningly at Emma as he spoke to the bartender. At Emma's nod, Jack handed the lady behind the counter a few bills and slid off the bar stool, offering his hand to the twenty three year old . Emma smiled slightly, biting at her lower lip as she accepted his help. "Where to now?" she asked him. As they stepped into the cool evening air, he put his hand to the small of her back, then quickly removed it. She glanced his way quickly, letting out a nervous giggle. "The only place I can think of is back to your Dad's," he spoke the words with what sounded like disappointment - a disappointment which matched the look on Emma's face. "Maybe he'll still be napping?" she suggested hopefully, knowing he hadn't been feeling well earlier that evening. Jack's eyes lit up slightly, and they both quickened their pace. Jack opened the door quietly, holding it open for the small woman following him. Emma bit her lower lip, trying to close the door as quietly as possible. She cringed as she heard the door click. Jack chuckled quietly, taking her hand and leading her to the living room. His hand reached around to the small of her back, pulling her gently but urgently against him. Emma glanced up into his eyes, suddenly feeling an ache in the pit of her stomach. She'd known she wanted him, no matter how much she tried to tell herself otherwise. But she hadn't realized he wanted her as well. At least, not as obviously as she realized it now. Granted, she'd had men want her before. She might be considered naïve by some standards, but she wasn't completely innocent. But Jack wasn't just another guy. Their lips met for a brief moment, his tongue slipping between his lips to be met hesitantly by hers. They tasted each other for the shortest second, if it had even been that long. But in that half-second, she felt the heat pool between her legs and the ache in her stomach grow. As she was about to voice her complaint, she felt his fingers at her lips, silencing her. "I really appreciated the tour of the town," he spoke in a normal tone, winking at her as he adjusted himself. As the haze slowly lifted, Emma realized what caused the change in his attitude. "Not a problem," she replied, "Maybe later we can watch Dad's favorite movie. I know he's been wanting to show it to my as well." She paused, looking up at the doorway and smiling. "Hi Dad, ready for a movie?" Scott hugged his daughter briefly. "Actually, I promised a few people I'd meet them uptown." Disappointed was in his voice, but Emma was grateful to not hear anything more than that. She stole a glance Jack's way and saw he was just as relieved. "You two go ahead and watch without me," he added, nodding in Jacks' direction before leaving the room to finish gathering his things. Jack busied himself with turning on the television and putting the movie into the DVD player. Emma, needing something to do to keep her hands off him, wandered into the kitchen to fix some drinks. Giving her dad one last hug and closing the door behind him, Emma brought the beverages into the living room. Handing Jack his drink, Emma seated herself on the second couch, pretending to be watching the television. She saw Jack glance towards the window and knew he, too, was waiting for Scott to leave. Smiling to herself, she listened to the car drive off, then to the silence that seemed to drag on forever. "Thank God," she finally heard Jack whisper, just before he stood and grabbed her arms, pulling her up. She trembled, leaning into his waiting lips, moaning softly as he kissed her hard. Emma slid her hips to the hem of his shirt, uncertain. He sensed her fear and softened the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips, flicking lightly against her tongue. Her eyes fluttered open and she caught the look of raw, barely-contained hunger reflect in his. With a low groan, she dipped her hands under the shirt, sliding them up his chest, allowing her fingers to tangle into the thick silver and dark strands that had been teasing her all night. Prompted by her touch, Jack gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against him as he grinded against her, letting her feel his need. Emma pulled away from his kiss, biting her lower lip nervously as she quickly undid his belt and button. Pulling the zipper down slowly on the denim jeans, Emma watched his eyes. Jack gazed deeply back into her stare, his own fingers pulling at the fabric of her long skirt, reaching beneath the hem to caress her inner thigh. She let out a low moan again, freezing in place as his fingers got nearer to her hot center. Jack let his fingers slip beneath the elastic of her satin panties, groaning deep in his throat as he felt her wet heat. Emma bucked against his touch, suddenly thrusting her own hand into his jeans and grabbing his cock. She could feel it harden even more and throb against her hand as she pulled it from the restraint of his jeans. Jack pushed himself against her hand. Smiling, Emma lightened her hold, slowly and teasingly caressing him. "Dammit, I want you now," he grated, grabbing her arms roughly. He sat back onto the couch, pulling her down on top of him. Not even bothering to remove her panties, Jack simply pulled them aside, the head of his cock pulsating against her heat, desperately wanting to bury itself inside her. Emma tried to smile, her breath hard and heavy and full of need. She rocked briefly against his hardness, trembling as she teased herself as much as him. Just as his hands tightened on her hips, Emma suddenly moaned and pressed down against Jack, taking him into her as deeply as she could. Jack's fingers dug into her tender flesh as he held her there, breathing deep as he revelled in the feel of himself buried inside her. Slowly he softened his hold, pulling her back slightly, letting himself move a brief inch, then two, then grabbed her and pulled towards him hard. Emma cried out, her fingers gripping Jack's shoulder as he repeated the move again and again. God he was so hard, she thought as he drove himself again into her. Their movements quickened and she grew hotter and wetter, the ache in her stomach almost unbearable. "Please?" She stared deep into Jack's eyes, her body tightening around him. "Please what?" he asked, thrusting deep again, smiling into her soft blue eyes. Emma closed her eyes tightly, unable to finish her plea, the sudden wave of release hitting her hard. Emma cried out, her finger nails digging into Jack. The feel of her nails pushed Jack over the edge and he quickly grabbed her hips again, thrusting himself as hard as possibly into her and holding himself there as he allowed release to hit him, both of them clinging to each other as they came hard and fast and greedily. Entertaining I am totally submissive to my wife. It hasn't been instant, and we've never discussed it, but my wife is such a dominant personality, and after we were married I started to realise that it's her natural dominance that made me so attracted to her. Because it turned me on so much, I started to change the way I treated her, doing as much for her as I can, letting her decide what we will do, and so on. I've had a few bad days, when I get all rebellious and try to assert some authority, but I feel terrible afterwards, and always apologise profusely. These outbursts are why I say 'It's a work in progress'. I'm submissive, but not perfect, but I am trying very very hard to control myself and serve only my wife. Recently I had a tantrum about not getting enough sex. I've now resolved that this subject, which is the most difficult for me, is the one that I need to get a grip on. Basically, I want to let my wife take complete control of our sex lives, and this weekend, I'm determined to stick with this plan. We normally have sex Saturday morning or Sunday morning, or both, and I usually initiate it, but this weekend I'm not going to initiate anything. If my wife wants sex, I'm sure she'll tell me, and if she doesn't, then I'm going to go without. This will be so difficult for me, as I get so horny, but that's why I must go through with it. If she questions me, maybe I'll have the nerve to tell her that I want her to be in control, and that I want her to be selfish and we'll just do whatever she likes. We got to Saturday morning, with me desperately trying not to drop hints or ask for sex. My wife rolled over towards me, and started stroking my penis. I was soooo horny and excited. After about a minute she took hold of my right hand and placed it between her legs. I knew what was wanted and started to use my 'magic fingers' as she calls them, to excite her and quite quickly bring her to a powerful climax. She then took hold of my penis and started stroking again, telling me that she wanted me inside her. I was in heaven, partly because of the physical sensation, but mostly, because she was just using me to get her pleasure, without giving a moment's thought to what I might want. She told me to fuck her harder, faster, and not to cum until she told me to. I went faster and faster, getting closer all the time, trying to hold on...then she came again, harder than before. Finally, as she started to relax she said that I should cum now, but be quick, so I came straight away, thankful to be allowed this pleasure. She then pushed me out of her, even before I'd finished cumming, telling me to get up and shower, as I had lots of chores to be getting on with. What a wonderful start to the weekend! The following day we entertained several members of my wife's family for a grand Sunday lunch. In preparation I bought masses of food, including a huge leg of lamb, at the farm shop, for better taste. Plus, vegetables, potatoes, wine, champagne, cognac. I then did all the preparatory work, so my Goddess Wife didn't have to do anything. During the evening, I ran around like a mad thing while my wife sat with our guests and drank champagne (it's pretty much the only drink she likes), and from time to time my wife would point out some shortfall in my attentiveness to our guests, not topping up drinks quickly enough, not putting logs on the fire, and so on. The main course was pretty good, lots of compliments from our guests, not too many criticisms from my very dominant wife, and I was starting to relax. Eventually, it was time to clear dishes and I did so, while my wife sat and talked. Her daughter started to stand and say she would help me, but was told sharply to sit down, it's my husband's job, she explained to everyone, much to their amusement. When I had cleared everything and was starting to get the puddings out I realised that I'd forgotten to defrost the strawberry tart. I knew I would be in big trouble if there was a dessert missing, so I hurriedly put it in the microwave. Unfortunately my owner-wife heard the ping as it finished and swished into the kitchen speaking clearly, so everyone could hear her asking 'what the hell I was doing?'. I explained as quietly as I could, hoping she might be lenient. That was a vain hope, she grabbed my balls, squeezed really hard and told me that I would pay later for spoiling her dinner party. That night in bed, she grabbed my balls again, very, very hard, and gave me a long and painful lecture on the subject of concentrating on my appointed tasks, punctuating each sentence with an extra hard squeeze. Next time we entertain, I'm going to be very careful not to forget anything. The following weekend something happened to change our lifestyle. On the Sunday I took my wife out to dinner at a really nice French restaurant. She drank champagne, she only drinks champagne, and she drank quite a lot of it. We had wonderful food, and enjoyed ourselves. When we got home, I lit the fire, did some other chores, then joined my wife to watch a movie. Before it started, my wife said that she needed to talk to me about something serious, and that we needed to go up to our bedroom to do it. When we got there she ordered me to strip and then lie on my back on the bed. This was very strange but I went along with it, although I did get a little nervous when she grasped my balls firmly in her right hand as she sat next to me on the bed. Looking deep into my eyes she explained that she had been talking to a new friend at work, and that this friend told her that she disciplines her husband when he does things wrong, or below standard. Now my wife, it seems, had been feeling that I should have received some punishment for my error the previous week, and also that although I was very submissive to her, there was nothing discussed or agreed about our relationship and how it should work. Wow, if she wasn't squeezing my balls I would have had an erection by now. As it was, she was gradually increasing the pressure, and I was really struggling to cope with the pain. So, my goddess now revealed that she had already bought a paddle and a cane from something called EWC, I had no idea what that was, and frankly all I wanted was to stop the pain. Next my tormentor told me that I needed to ask her to discipline and punish me, apparently the punishment was for my wrongdoing, and the discipline just to keep me in my place. I complied instantly, and she lessoned the pressure a bit but was now sort of massaging them, rolling them around in her hand, which wasn't comfortable at all. She next told me that Sunday afternoons were an ideal time for discipline, and punishment if needed, and that we should start right away. I was next told to lie across her knee, which caused a bit of confusion, as I wasn't sure quite how to do it, but an instruction accompanied by a thump to my already abused balls got me sorted out. My wife said that I will get 20 swats with the paddle for my discipline and 25 with the cane as my punishment. She added that we can discuss our new rolls between strokes, but that I wasn't to speak or she would start over, which seemed a funny sort of discussion. Well, it really hurt, so much in fact that I barely heard what she was saying, and when she asked me to recap I was totally stuck. The result of this is that she is going to type it all up and I have to learn it for next Sunday. If I don't get it all right, there will be a further punishment, on top of the 30 strokes for not paying attention the first time. She also mentioned that she expects a present at least once per week in future. I certainly seem to have got what I asked for! Entertaining Having made hubby into a cuckold, and even made him lick my lover's warm cum out of my vagina, I decided to push him a little further. He obviously had accepted that I was having sex with other men, but, there is a big difference with me doing it out of his sight, and me doing it in front of him, so, I decided to invite my new lover over for dinner on Saturday evening. I already knew that his wife was going away for the weekend, so it was a perfect opportunity, and he really is fantastic in bed. On Friday evening I announced to hubby that we would be entertaining a special guest to dinner on Saturday night, that the guest would be staying over, so hubby would have to move out to the guest bedroom. I think at this point the penny began to drop, so I confirmed that the guest would be my new lover Paul, and that he is such a fantastic lover that hubby should be thrilled to meet him and that I expected a very positive attitude from hubby, plus a great deal of effort to make my new lover's stay very comfortable and pleasant. I also made clear that I expected a spotless house, fantastic food all weekend, and an attitude from hubby that would make it clear to my lover how thrilled hubby is to have this wonderful man in our house fucking his wife. What a face he put on! He actually started to cry and told me that he didn't think he could do it. I slapped his face as hard as I possibly could and told him that if he baulked at this task he would be locked up for a month and would suffer the worst punishments he'd ever received, repeatedly over that month. With that ultimatum on the table, hubby reluctantly backed down and said he would do his best. Once past that initial hurdle, the planning went fairly smoothly. We discussed the menu for the weekend, wrote a shopping list for Saturday morning, and finally I told hubby that he must wear his boxers all weekend in the house, and nothing else, he must call Paul (my lover) 'Sir' at all times, and that he should call me 'Mistress'. I added that he must always call me 'Mistress' from now on, except when we have company that it would be inappropriate for, and that all my lovers should always be addressed as 'Sir'. Once that was all sorted hubby had a lot to get on with, so I relaxed and watched a movie while he frantically cleaned the house. As usual I kept interrupting him, making him run downstairs to get me a drink, pass me the remote and so on. On one of these interruptions I told him that I'd forgotten to mention, following his silly tantrum, that on Sunday evening, after Paul had gone, I would critique hubby's weekend, as to quality of food and service, attitude, cleanliness of house etc, and decide whether or not he had earned a release of some sort. Saturday morning I spurned hubby's attempt to lick me to orgasm, telling him I wanted to remain horny for my lover, and, not wanting to spend my day watching hubby work, I took myself shopping. While hubby was wearing himself out cleaning, shopping and so on, I chose clothes to turn my lover on. A new pleated skirt, a rather daring top, and a very sexy thong and bra set. I couldn't wait to feel Paul's hands on those panties! When I got home, hubby was just finishing off the cleaning. He looked so sweet in his boxers, and I kept getting a peek of his cage, which pleased me, as I wanted Paul to see it. It would definitely be a subject for discussion, and I wanted to let Paul discuss with me how often hubby should get a release, as that would really be a mind fuck for hubby. Be careful what you wish for eh? With hubby starting dinner preparations, I had a lovely hot soak in the bath, and played with my clit and my nipples, all slippery from the bath oil. I held back from actually cumming as I wanted to be horny for Paul. I got out of the bath and called for hubby to come and towel me dry and then asked him to help me choose what to wear. It must have driven him mad choosing clothes to tempt my lover, and knowing he was getting no relief for a while. Eventually I was ready, hubby said he was all set, and the door bell rang. With my lover at the door, and hubby wearing only a thin pair of boxers over his plastic chastity cage, I was as nervous as a little schoolgirl on her first date. Hubby was a lot more nervous than I was, preparing to open the door to his wife's lover, to be humiliated in front of another man, and he must have been worried about what further cruelties his inventive wife would think of. I whacked hubby on his cute arse and pushed him towards the door. He opened it very tentatively, and moved aside to let Paul inside. My lover looked gorgeous in tight jeans and a smart shirt, and he was holding flowers, which I took from him and gave to hubby, telling him to put them in a vase, and he was also carrying a very nice bottle of champagne, Moet, my favourite. I took the champagne and gave him a very long passionate kiss. Hubby arrived back with the flowers in a vase, and I heard a slight intake of breath as he saw us kissing. It's one thing to know your wife has a lover, but quite another to see her kissing him, and I was sure I was pushing hubby's limits. I gave hubby the champagne without leaving Paul's strong embrace, and then went back to the kissing. This time hubby stayed in the kitchen, obviously not wanting to watch me with my lover any more than he had to. That wasn't the way I wanted things, so I called him back, and eager to start the humiliation, I told him off, telling him that he must be on hand all the time to serve our needs. He looked down at the floor and said a mumbled apology, but that wasn't good enough for me, so I made him get on his knees, look up at Paul, and apologise to him, referring to Paul as 'Sir'. Once on his feet I asked Paul whether he wanted to see hubby's chastity cage, which he did, so then I instructed my poor husband to 'lose the boxers', which he did, and stood naked in the middle of the room, going red as a beetroot with embarrassment. Paul called him a poor bastard, and laughed. I suggested that hubby should stay naked for the rest of Paul's stay, and Paul concurred, then I sent hubby to get glasses and pour the champagne, while I pulled Paul onto the sofa, and began kissing him even more passionately, and rubbing his large cock through his trousers. Paul was getting turned on and started running his hand up the inside of my bare leg, so that he had just started touching my panties when hubby got back with two glasses of champagne. He groaned a little so I lifted my dress up high and asked Paul if he liked the underwear my husband had chosen and bought for me. He said that he loved them, and I suggested to hubby that he should be pleased with himself for presenting me so nicely attired for my lover. He didn't seem so sure. I sent my husband off to dish up the starters while my lover and I drank our champagne. It only took a few minutes to dish up, so we moved to the table, where I saw something that made me smile to myself. Hubby had set himself a place. I called him an idiot, and told him to clear his place away, and that his role is to wait at table as our servant, and if there are any leftovers, he can eat them in the kitchen when we've gone to bed. I added that if he did anything else that stupid I would get Paul to give him a good thrashing, which made Paul smile, but not hubby. With that confusion over we ate the excellent starters hubby had prepared, instructed him to clear away and bring the main course, which he did with alacrity and deference. The main course was also excellent, and I kept hubby on his toes, clicking my fingers and giving instructions. When he wasn't serving I had him stand in the corner with his back to us. We finished with some cheese, then coffee and liqueurs. Al very nice, so nice in fact, that we ate the lot, even though hubby thought he'd made enough for three. Paul wanted to know all about hubby's situation, how often he got to cum, whether he was beaten, how he felt about seeing his wife with another man. I encouraged him to answer the questions honestly, and I could see him squirming at being put in this situation. Paul asked him more about the punishments, and I got the sense that he found this conversation both amusing and arousing, while hubby found it painfully embarrassing. I thought I would twist the knife a bit and suggested to Paul that he administer a punishment. He jumped at the chance, so I sent hubby to fetch the Beech Cane, and when he returned I told him to hand the cane to Paul and to ask for his much deserved punishment. He did this but forgot to call Paul 'sir', so there was some more punishment to be added. Paul wasn't very sure what he was doing and had no idea how many strokes were appropriate, so I suggested a little game. Both Paul and hubby had to write on a piece of paper what tariff they thought appropriate. If hubby's is higher, that's what he gets, but if Paul's is higher, he'll get Paul's figure plus his own. That gave hubby an incentive to aim for a fairly high figure. When I looked at the papers, Paul had put 12 strokes (how sweet), and hubby had put 30, which was better, but still a bit low, so I brought up the missed 'sir' and added another 10. So, we got hubby bent forward over the table, secured his legs and arms, and put a ball gag in his mouth, so he didn't get the neighbours running round. Well, as soon as Paul took his first swing I realised that I'd forgotten something. Even a hesitant swing of the cane by Paul would always be stronger than anything I could deliver, and Paul wasn't hesitant. He put all his power into the stroke, and hubby nearly went through the roof, yelling through his gag and struggling to get free. I commented on the fact that there were another 39 strokes to come. Paul asked whether he should ease up a bit, but I was firm that he should hit hubby as hard as he could. At the end of the 40 strokes hubby was crying loudly, and begging continuously, but I couldn't have been happier, or hornier, so we left hubby tied to the table and went to bed for some fabulous sex. Paul was very sweet and after about an hour of passion and two orgasms for me, and one for him, he went down to release my poor husband. I called after him to 'put hubby out in the garden for the night'. The idea of my husband sleeping on the lawn, naked and with an arse covered in vicious welts got me so horny I ravaged Paul for at least another hour and came twice more. What a great start to the weekend. Sunday morning Paul and I woke fairly late, about 9:30am, and I immediately sent him down to let hubby in from the garden, and to instruct hubby to bring coffee up, plus a pen and paper so he can take down our breakfast order. While we waited for the coffee I started to give Paul a slow gentle blow job, which is something I've never done for hubby, so I knew it would upset him when he walked in with the coffee. I wasn't disappointed, as I heard a sharp intake of breath and a sort of groan, and, as I looked up from my task, I saw hubby heading for the door, still carrying the cups. I shouted for him to come back and bring the coffee as he'd been told. I continued to stroke Paul's cock as hubby put the cups down, but hubby had averted his gaze, so I reached over and grabbed him by the balls with my other hand and pulled him towards me. Squeezing hard, I told him off for being so negative about my beautiful lover, and told hubby that he must look at Paul's beautiful cock and thank him for fucking me so well, which hubby isn't allowed to do. I further asked hubby if he thought Paul's cock was beautiful, and he agreed, so I asked him whether he would like to suck Paul off instead of me, to which he almost cried, pleading with me not to make him do that. Paul started to object as well, so I told him to shut up! Letting them both off the hook, for now anyway, I told Paul to fuck me, and told hubby to stay and watch for a while. I stared into hubby's eyes as Paul started to really pump himself in and out of me, and seeing hubby's anguish really turned me on, so I let him stay standing there, watching, as I got more and more excited. In no time both Paul and I were rushing towards a fantastic morning climax. We both came together which was amazing, and watching hubby biting his lip in anguish, made my contractions go on for ages. Finally Paul rolled off me and lay on his back with his magnificent cock still at full mast. I beckoned hubby over with my finger, and instructed him to use his mouth to clean my lover's cock. They both started to object, but I silenced them both instantly. I explained to hubby that he'd already earned a serious punishment for his insubordination, and told Paul that if he didn't want to be punished as well, he would do as he was told. Watching hubby licking and sucking Paul's cock clean was one of the most erotic things I've ever watched, and I'll remember it for a long time. As it continued, I could see that Paul was starting to get turned on again, so I grabbed hubby's balls again, and told him very clearly that he mustn't stop without permission, and then started to stroke Paul's balls, and nibble his ear, and then started to kiss his mouth, so he couldn't see hubby and could therefore forget that he was being sucked off by another man. My strategy worked, and soon Paul was heading for another climax, so just when he reached the point of no return, I pulled back so he could see hubby looking at him, and held hubby's head down on Paul's cock and told him to swallow every drop. I made hubby thank Paul for letting him swallow his cum, then despatched Paul to shower, and made hubby put his head back on the stool so I could sit on his face and pee into his open mouth, after which I had him lick me to an orgasm as well. He had quite a lot of Paul's cum in him by that time, which was an idea I loved. What a great start to a Sunday! Entertaining A Rich Man Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I parked my car in front of the towering mansion. This was the house of my client, and I was nervous. Sure, I had entertained many men, especially at bachelor parties, but I've never had a wealthy client. And by the looks of this beautiful residence, this guy had to be very wealthy. I exited the car and walked to the house, my stiletto heels making very audible clicking noises as I walked. I stopped at the iron gate and pushed the button below the little speaker. It made a loud 'buzz' and then I heard static. "Yes?" a deep masculine voice inquired. "It's Katrina," I replied, my voice a little shaky. Static again. "Oh, that's right..our 'dancer'..come on in..we've been expecting you." With that, the gate started opening. I walked through, my heart beating like crazy. I walked up the smooth driveway and up the stairs to the entrance. I stood in front of the door for a second, adjusting myself, and then rang the doorbell. It took forever until someone opened the door, and that someone happened to be a gorgeous man. He was older, in his 40s perhaps, but he resembled Richard Gere (from the movie 'The Jackal') with his short salt&pepper hair, chiseled features, and piercing green eyes. He was wearing a black suit with a black shirt and a black tie. He seemed very distinguished and attractive. After he opened the door, he stood there and looked me up and down. I suddenly felt like a cheap piece of meat. He nodded with approval. "Hello Katrina, come on in." he said with a smile. "Hi"I said nervously, managing a quick smile. He held the door open for me, and I walked in. He was right behind me, and I could feel his eyes on my behind. The foyer of the house was magnificent. Marble floors, a crystal chandelier, and a grand stair case. Simply beautiful. I stopped in front of the stairs, not knowing where to go from there. It was warm, so I took my suede jacket off. "Let me take that for you" he said, taking the jacket. He was so gorgeous, and his voice sent shivers up my spine. I watched him walk to a closet and carefully hang my coat up. He smiled as he walked back to me. "By the way, my name is John." he said as he extended his hand. I extended my hand as well, and I got goosebumps when out hands touched. His hands were so warm. He was being such a gentleman, and I began to wonder what I was supposed to do here. "I have invited a few of my close friends, as well as business partners, for a couple of drinks, and you are hired as our entertainer from 10 to 12:30. You will be paid well, as long as you keep my friends and me happy, and you are welcome to help yourself to whatever food or drinks are being served." he said. "Alright..so all I have to do is perform my dance routine for 2 and a half hours..yes?" I asked, just to be sure. "Yes, that is all..now, would you like to go freshen up first? there's a bathroom right around the corner." "Yes, thank you." I said, and made my way to the bathroom. I had arrived early, and had 20 minutes until I had to entertain some 'suits'. John stayed behind, answering a call. The bathroom was just as beautiful as the rest of the house, and there were mirrors everywhere. I looked at myself. Not bad, I thought. My dark brown hair was still sleek and in-place. My makeup was flawless. I looked at the rest of my body. I decided I looked good in the short tan suede skirt and a black halter top (which accented my 36C breasts wonderfully). My smooth legs looked even longer in the stiletto-heeled sandals. I took out my favorite perfume, Givenchy's Hot Couture, from my bag, and spritzed some behind my ears and between my breasts. I loved that smell. I checked to see if I had my disc with me (I had all my dance numbers on there), and then sat down on one of the 3 mini white-leather couches that were in there. I needed a cigarette. Oh shit, I thought as I dug through my bag for my Marlboros. I couldn't have left them in the car. Maybe John had some cigarettes. I walked out of the bathroom, and looked around for my client. He was sitting on the stairs, still talking on his cell phone. He turned and looked at me, and smiled. I smiled, too. "...right, listen Tom, I'll give you a call later. I gotta go now. Bye." he said, and put the phone in his pocket. "All ready Katrina?" he asked. "Well, almost..do you have any cigarettes with you?" I asked. "Yeah, do you smoke Marlboro Menthol Lights?" "I don't smoke menthol lights, but right now I need any cigarette." "Nervous?" he asked as he got up and handed me a cigarette. "Sort of.." I replied as I lit the cigarette and took a long drag. "Let me guess..you've never had a rich client and you find this whole situation intimidating." "Good guess.." I replied. "Well, don't be too nervous, and if you want, I'll get you a drink before you start, which reminds me, we have to go after you finish your cigarette because I can't keep my company waiting that long.." "Oh, ok, and I think that I could use a drink..do you have an ash tray nearby?" "There's one on that table by the sofa." I walked to the table and disposed of my cigarette. I was more relaxed now. We walked up the grand staircase and then down a long hall, until we came to the lounge. John motioned for me to walk in. I did. Inside, mellow music was playing, and I could smell the familiar scent of cigar smoke. There was about 10 men in the room, some sitting comfortably sipping their drinks, some discussing some papers. There was a bar in the corner, and a huge entertainment system. The lounge itself was huge, with hardwood floors covered with a few furry rugs and leather sofas and recliners. Most of the men seemed older (40s-50s-60s), but some looked relatively young. They all switched their attention to me when I walked in. John was right behind me. "Finally John, we thought you left us here...and look at that beauty..you're gonna dance for us honey?" one man said. "Alright gentlemen..this is Katrina, and she's going to 'perform' for us tonight." John stated. "Take it off baby!" someone yelled. They must've had a few drinks already, I thought. I took out my cd and asked John to play it. There was a fairly large area of hardwood floor that I was told was my dancing space. All lights in the room were dimmed except the ones right above me. I put my bag on the floor and swept some hair off my face. John had inserted my disc and was waiting with the remote in hand, until I was ready. "Loosen those ties, gentlemen,'cause it's about to get hot in here.." I said in my most sultry voice. I was rewarded with cheers and whistling. I motioned to John to turn on the music. Loud dance music blared and I started moving my body to the rhythm, glancing at John once in a while, who had sat comfortably on a recliner and watched me intently. My hips swayed, my breasts bounced, and I closed my eyes imagining that the only two people in the room were John and myself. As I danced, I kept on hearing hoots and hollers, but that just encouraged me. Part of my routine was an almost complete striptease, and I waited until I was 30 minutes in before I took off a piece of clothing. My hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts occasionally, hiking up my skirt, or sweeping the hair off my face. I turned around and shook my ass, bending over to let them have a peek at my black lace thong. I thought that it was about time to take something off, so I slowly untied my halter top, and then pulled it off over my head, revealing a black lace strapless bra. I was now left in a short skirt, a strapless bra, a thong, and stiletto heels. The men cheered me on. I danced and danced, taking short breaks in between to have a drink and mingle with the men. They would try to touch or ask me to touch them, but that was not part of my routine, and I made that clear. Halfway through my routine, some men started leaving to go home (most of them were lawyers and they probably had to go over paperwork). They did stop to slide a $20 or a $100 into my bra or under the straps of my thong before they left, though. Halfway through my routine, I was left in a thong and bra (and heels of course). And only about 4 men were left. John never seemed to take his eyes off me (except when people were leaving). I was dancing for 2 hours now, and my skin glistened with sweat. My disc was replayed at least 3 times and I was getting tired. I decided it was time to take off my bra, so I reached back, eliciting cheers from the remaining men, and undid the clasp. Then I slowly, hips still swaying, slid the bra off and threw into my small audience. Some old guy caught it and waved it in the air. They all hooted when they saw my titties. My nicely-sized breasts bounced and jiggled as I danced. John stared at them, and my nipples hardened under his gaze. He kept on looking back and forth, from my nipples to my crotch, and it really excited me. It was almost 2:30 am, the last guest had left, giving me a $100 bill and whispering something obscene in my ear. I had about 4 tequila sunrises and 2 shots of vodka by then, and was a bit tipsy, but I had made over $400 in tips. I walked over to John and collapsed on the sofa next to him, the cool leather feeling good against my sweaty body. He turned the music off. "Katrina, baby.." he began. "you were wonderful..all my friends really enjoyed watching you..and so did I..so did I." "Thank you..I enjoyed myself, too". I said I sat up and faced him, forgetting about my near-nakedness. "Do you think that you could call a cab for me? I obviously can't drive home..." I mumbled. "Sure, but if you are really tired, you can spend the night here, there's plenty of rooms.." he suggested. I was tired, so I accepted the 'invitation'. He got up and gathered up my clothes and my bag. "Come on, I'll show you to your room." he said. I reluctantly got up and followed him, covering my naked breasts with my arms. We walked to a huge bedroom. He laid my clothes on a chair. I collapsed on the bed, and closed my eyes. I could imagine what a sight I was. A near naked girl sprawled out on the bed with her heels still on. As soon as I thought about that, I felt something touching my feet. I opened my eyes and saw that he was taking off my sandals. I closed my eyes again and felt him undo the tiny buckles and pull the shoes off my feet. It felt so good to have those shoes taken off. Then I felt something warm and wet on my toes. I looked down and saw that he was kissing my feet. Although, judging by my situation, it didn't seem wrong, and I liked it, I was seeing someone and I didn't want to cheat on him, so I moved my feet away. "John..no..don't"I muttered. But he held my feet still and kissed them all over, kissing his way up my ankles to my calves. His touch was sending shivers up my spine and making the little hairs on my neck stand up. I wiggled my feet and tried to move my legs away, but he was holding them firmly and I was too tired to fight him. He kissed up to my knees, then my thighs, and stopped inches away from my pussy. My eyes were still closed. The bed creaked and I knew he had lied down next to me. I felt his hand on my naked stomach, smoothing the firm flesh with his fingers. "You have such a beautiful body, Katrina...so sexy..." he said. His fingers were now circling my breasts, moving closer and closer to my areolas and the tiny pink nipples that topped them. "Mmmm" I moaned, encouraging him to touch me more. He teased me, lightly touching the sensitive flesh with his fingertips. Then he cupped the soft mounds and squeezed gently, kneading them slowly. My nipples were erect and in need of attention. Still kneading my tits, he moved closer to me and kissed me, his tongue tasting my sweet mouth. I parted my lips and he slipped his tongue in. He tasted of rum. Our wet kiss didn't last too long, as he withdrew his tongue from my mouth, licked my lips, and started kissing down my chin and neck. He kissed and licked my neck, and then moved down to my collarbone and my chest. "Ohhh yess.." I moaned just before his mouth closed in on my nipple. He sucked on each breast, flicking the nipples with his tongue. He would stop for a few seconds and blow cold air on the wet flesh, exciting me immensely. While his mouth was busy with my breasts, his hands roamed the rest of my body. He would rub my buttocks, digging his nails in gently, and then rub the outside of my swollen pussy lips through the thin lace. I knew he could feel how wet I was. His fingers slid under the delicate material and into my hot moist slit. He rubbed his fingers up and down, spreading the juices. He found my clit and started rubbing it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. I was panting hard and moaning as he continued to pleasure me. "John..mmmm..I'm gonna cum..uhhhh.." I moaned. Just before I felt my pussy spasm from my climax, he plunged two fingers into my cunt. "Ahhhhhhh..yessssss..ohhh baby...mmmm.." My pussy walls started contracting around his fingers as he pumped them in and out. "Yes Katrina, cum for me baby..thata girl.." he whispered. He continued fucking me with his fingers, making my cunt a frothy mess from all the juices that were flowing out of me. When I stopped shaking and lay there breathing heavily, he took his fingers out of my cunt and licked them clean. "Mmm..divine." he said after tasting my juices. John got off them bed and started undressing. I could see by the bulge in his pants that he was very aroused. He sat down on a chair and took his shoes off. Then he stood up again. He looked me in the eyes as he slowly loosed his tie and took it off. I shivered. He took off his blazer and started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly. I could see his clean shaven chest and firm abs. He let the shirt fall to the floor. His upper body looked lean and muscular, and he looked very comfortable with himself. Then came the belt. I watched intently as he unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned his pants. Then the zipper. The pants quickly fell to the floor, and he was now left in short black boxers and black trouser socks, his hard cock clearly outlined. It looked nice and big (I would say around 7-1/2 inches...). I unconsciously licked my lips. John noticed that and smiled, but this time his smile looked more like a smirk, like as if he was expecting this reaction from me. Then I suddenly got the feeling that he was expecting all my reactions, that he knew I was going to encourage him to touch me and be willing to fuck him. His deep stares were probably just for manipulating willing 'whores' such as *moi* into bed. He knew that he was gorgeous, and that not many women could resist his 'charm', especially a 'dancer' like me. Even though I knew that if I stayed I would be in for a passionate night of wild sex, I had a boyfriend, and it was time for me to go home. I sat up and started sliding my butt to the edge of the bed. "Katrina, is something wrong sweetheart?" he asked, sounding concerned. "I'm sorry John, I can't do this...I have a boyfriend and as much as I would like to spend the night with you, I can't." I said. He just stared at me for a second, without saying a word, and then moved towards me. He knelt down by the edge of the bed between my legs and placed his hands on my thighs. He leaned over and kissed my stomach. "John, I said I can't do this.." I whispered, pushing his head away and trying my best to sound convincing. His touch was positively electrifying and I felt my nipples harden once again. "Come on Katrina, you know you want me..your body is betraying you honey..stay with me tonight and I'll give you a fucking like you've never had before.." he said, and cupped my left breast with his warm hand. I pushed his hand away. "No John, I have to go." I said firmly. I started to get up, but to my surprise, he stood up and pushed me back down to the bed. "What are you doing?!" I inquired. "You know you want it baby, and I'm more than willing to give it to you" he replied coldly. Before I could say anything else, he was on top of me, his tongue in my mouth, hands fumbling with my thong. I moaned into his mouth, trying to push him off of me, but it was no use. I, being only 5'4 and 120 lbs, could not escape from under this man (he looked like he was just over 6' tall and around 170-180 lbs). He yanked my thong, tearing the delicate lace, and spread my thighs wide, so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He pulled his boxers down, freeing his large cock, and guided his cock into my slit. He rubbed it up and down, coating the head with my juices, and plunged into me with a powerful thrust. "Ohhhh..you bastard...ohhhhhhh.." I groaned as the pain radiated through my body. His cock may not have been too huge when it comes to length, but it was thick, and it painfully stretched my cunt. We lay there, panting, as he let me get used to the size of his member. "Baby, you are so tight and hot..." he whispered. I just glared at him without saying a word. Slowly, he began sliding out of me and then plunging back again with force. The initial pain began subsiding, and I started enjoying the way he filled me up. He picked up momentum, and soon he was really pounding into me. He put my legs over his shoulders, allowing even deeper penetration. I moaned and wailed and grunted like an animal as he fucked me hard and deep. He leaned down and sucked on my neck, while pounding into me feverishly. He fucked me like that for 30 minutes, until I experienced my first earth-shattering vaginal orgasm (I was one of those women who can't cum without clitoral stimulation...until now). Soon after, he came with a moan and flooded my cunt with his man juice. I woke up the next morning, alone in the huge bedroom, lying naked on the satin sheets. John was gone. I lay there thinking about the night's events, and I didn't regret a thing. We fucked so many times during the night, and I loved it. I thought about how he pleasured me, and I let my hand wander down to my sore pussy. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and John walked in. He was wearing a black suit with a tan shirt and a black tie, and he looked so handsome. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He took my hand from my pussy and brought it to his mouth. One by one, he licked my fingers clean. Then he smoothed some hair off of my face. "Hey Miss Kitty.." he began. "Miss Kitty?" I giggled. "The way you purred and growled all night..my sweet sex kitten..." he leaned down and kissed me, tasting my lips. I kissed him back, hungrily, until he finally broke the kiss. "I have to go to work, sugar, you are welcome to do whatever you want..your money is enclosed in an envelope on the table..I will be back around 7, and I am hoping that you will be here when I get back..." he explained. I blew him a kiss and then he left. I took a long bath, got dressed, took the money, and left. I would be back at 7..hehe.. Entertaining at Home This is a first submission to the site so all comments are welcome. I hope for constructive and appreciative but have more realistic expectations :). This is a long one. If, like me on occasions, you are looking for a 'quick fix' this is not for you. I would be pleased if fans of the longer format would cast critical eyes over what I've done and point out my strengths, if any, and shortcomings, which I am sure are legion. ***** I sighed a satisfied sigh and rested my hands on my hips above the waist band of my jogging pants as I looked down at the black plastic bin liners which filled at least half of the spare room. They contained all of my, soon to be, ex-husband's clothes and other belongings. The house was beginning to feel as if it was, at last, mine alone. The rain on the windows provided a soothing backdrop as I pondered what to do next. 'A glass of wine and a long soak, I think.' I smiled - you can talk to yourself when here is no one in the house - and wiped my hands on the T-shirt I had put on to do the cleaning. I felt myself frown, however, when I grazed the side of my breasts and thought about how long it had been since they had been touched by any hand but my own. It had been months. Maybe add that new vibrator to the list of evening relaxations. I shook my head to get myself moving again and laughed as I remembered the events of the day. I recalled how livid I had been, shaking with anger, when, in my morning shower, my hand felt something strange on the surface of the soap I habitually used; something firm and slippery can always entertain. I had squinted open my eyes and through the steam and water recognised the unmistakable shape of a useless condom. The waves of nausea which came over me as I realised what I had been stroking against myself and then the cold, hard determination to take action once I had scrubbed myself clean. The next image was that of the shock on Dave's face as I burst into his room and flung the used prophylactic at him. He had squirmed and shuffled away from me on the bed as if trying to escape a snake attack. The tousled head of his slut girlfriend emerged from under the covers; that was a morning blow job neither he nor the little tart would ever forget. The marriage was declared over some six months previously. At the time it had been a relatively amicable decision, I remembered. The boredom, and then the bitterness, had been there for a long time. I had been surprised that when I tentatively broached the subject - I was feeling guilty about the enjoyment I had been getting from the brief affair with the office stud - Dave had admitted what I had long suspected: that he too had been playing away. Being able to lay everything out on the table and mutually reach a logical conclusion had a cathartic effect. We had agreed they would always be friends and, in fact, sealed the deal with the best sex they had had for years. The problems built up over the succeeding months. The property market was at the bottom of it. It was agreed I would keep the house and I had arranged for the deeds and mortgage to be transferred to my name alone in a matter of weeks. Dave was to move out and get a place of his own. That was the plan. We had divided the kitchen cupboards and the fridge and begun separate lives almost immediately. I stuck to the TV and DVD player in the master bedroom - we had got it to watch porn in happier days - so Dave used the front room most evenings. We had slipped easily into a routine of cordial separateness. Polite greetings as we passed in the common areas, sharing left-overs when one cooked. I had been amazed at how tidy Dave could be when he had sole responsibility for his own mess. He took his washing to his mother's once a week. The bitterness had rebuilt slowly. I accepted, at first, that he should wait for the right place to come along - given the state of the property market and all. I had tolerated being occasionally woken as he stumbled drunk into the house after a night out with the lads. I had tolerated the noise from the front room when he held the occasional lads' night in. The stink of someone else's perfume on his clothes left in a pile on the bathroom floor irritated, particularly as my own love life was far from satisfactory. I had never been one for one-night stands and neither of the two men I had hooked up with since the separation had lasted beyond the first date. Our first fight after the separation happened when he broke the 'no lovers in the house' rule and I found a still half-drunk woman in the shower when I went for my bath one Sunday morning. She did not stay for the breakfast I found Dave preparing in the kitchen. I called my solicitor the next morning and asked her to expedite the divorce proceedings. The second tiff was a knock-down-drag-out ding-dong and was sparked when Dave arrived back at the house driving an upmarket sports car. The bastard had spent his house deposit on a boy toy. I had given him a month to get out and was fully prepared to change the locks If he did not. The condom incident was a week later. That was the final straw. I screamed like a banshee and forced both of them out of the house into a suitably savage rain storm and Dave's new car. It had taken the rest of the day to get rid of the the smell of the bacon which had slowly burned in the pan as I raved at them. I had collapsed in tears after they eventually left, but soon pulled myself together and got to work. The emergency locksmith had cost an arm and a leg it being Sunday, but the new keys on the hall table were worth every penny. I had emailed the solicitor to let her know what had happened and given Dave's mother's address for the service of papers. The rest of the day had been spent packing his stuff, none too gently. And now it was finished. I sighed again. The prospect of being enveloped in warm water, slowly stewing as the alcohol took hold, would be the perfect prequel to a marathon masturbation session. The front doorbell rang just as I closed the taps from running my bath. I had been on my way to the kitchen to get the first glass of wine and tensed as I detoured to the door. With my hand on the latch I gave myself a moment to compose a mouthful of coherent abuse. Dave was not getting back in, not tonight, and not ever if I could help it. 'What?' The rest of the prepared sentence - nay, speech -froze in my throat as I saw Steve's face grinning at me and I felt momentarily guilty for my aggressive tone. Steve was Dave's best mate and I had always liked and got on with him. In fact, I thought, not seeing him was one of the few things I would miss now Dave was permanently out of my life. He had a box of beer cans in his arms, but stopped mid-step as he realised I was not backing away and opening the door for him to come in. 'Er, Dave invited us over. For the match.' Looking over his shoulder Susan saw that there were three or four more men coming down the path. Two had more beer and one carried a bottle of vodka. They were all wearing replica football shirts and she remembered Dave had said something about an international match and inviting a few people over. 'Dave's moved to his mother's, Steve. It was rather sudden. I imagine he forgot to mention it to you.' I smiled inwardly but kept my tone neutral. Let Dave give them his version later. They were his friends after all. I noticed Jason, one of Dave's workmates, at the back of the group and got some satisfaction from seeing how wet he was getting. Jason is a prick of the first order. He had drunkenly propositioned me at each of the three Xmas parties I had been to whilst Dave worked for his current company. He is one of those people who refuse to take 'fuck off and die' as an answer. 'Well, yes, sorry to disturb you. But...' Steve hesitated. Clearly he sensed my growing anger. '... Would you mind if we came in whilst we arrange another taxi. We'd planned to make a night of it and it's pissing down out here.' I reluctantly stepped back from the door determined not to be painted as the bad guy when they discussed the evening with Dave. 'Please try not to drip on the carpet. You can put your beer in the kitchen. Would you mind sitting in there whilst you make arrangements. You are all rather wet.' That last was superfluous. They were dripping onto the carpet as they passed through the hall. It was obviously raining harder than I thought. 'I'll get you boys some towels.' When I got back with a bag of Dave's towels (never mind, he'll be able to wash them I thought, wickedly) the kitchen was overflowing. The lads had piled their beer by the back door; it looked like a sculpture with the vodka providing the centrepiece. Steve was backed against the door obviously having a frustrating conversation with a taxi firm. I took in the three bedraggled hunks and the weasely Jason who were semi-slumped over the table. They were definitely better looking than I remember Dave's friends being. Two were dark, well-muscled and, as they started to stand when I came in, well over six feet. The third who also rose damply from his seat was also tall but slimmer than the other two and blond. I passed him the bag making sure I caught the still seated Jason with a corner as I swung it. Steve clicked off his phone and swore before turning back to the room. 'Sorry, Susan, I didn't hear you come in. We're screwed.' 'Sorry.' 'I've called four firms and the story is the same with each one. There's been some sort of accident on the by-pass and with that and the match it'll be a couple of hours before we can get a cab.' I made no attempt to hide my displeasure. My joy at finally seeing the back of my ex was being trampled down by these unexpected and unwanted guests. 'Well I guess I have no option but to invite you to stay then, do I?' I could almost hear the collective sigh of relief. There were enthusiastic expressions of thanks coming from beneath the towels. They were reiterated as each in turn emerged looking drier and happier from beneath them. I handed the last towel to Steve and gestured him towards a breakfast bar stool. He was standing in a small puddle of water by the door. 'That is very kind of you. We shall endeavour to be of no inconvenience to you.' The voice came out in a deep bass from one of the two brown-haired men. I could detect a distinct Eastern European accent behind the studied politeness. I found myself smiling down at him. He gave a small bow from his seat. 'Well, it's nice to meet a gentleman. Shall I make some coffee? Or would you prefer your beers?' 'The beer will be fine. We've troubled you enough. Thanks Sue, you're being great about this. Dave's a real prick.' Steve looked slightly abashed. Whether it was because of his betrayal of his friend, or his unaccustomed politeness, I don't know. 'But what about the match?' Jason whined like a little boy. 'Shut the fuck up, Jason' That was the Steve I was used to. But anyone sticking it to Jason was in my good books. 'Is it important?' 'No. Well yes, I suppose so. First time England have been in the semis for decades. They're playing Poland.' Steve nodded his head at the two dark men. 'We brought along a couple of sacrificial lambs.' The five of them exchanged a few well meaning oaths. 'I was wondering where you found mates with such good manners.' 'This is Piotr - Pete - and, well we call him 'Wot', his real name is virtually unpronounceable.' The two Poles stood and bowed as they were introduced. I shook hands with Wot and found myself blushing as Pete bent and kissed my hand as I offered it to him. 'You know Jason. Luke just started at the firm. He's from up north and I believe he has been brought up properly too.' The tall blond followed Piotr's lead and bent and kissed my hand too. Jason just scowled at me from his seat. I saw the unopened bottle of red wine on the work top and thought about my cooling bath upstairs. I knew I was going to let them watch the game, so why not give in quickly. 'OK. But look, a few house rules. Take off those wet shoes and sit on the towels so you don't stain the furniture. Anyone spilling any beer will have their balls cut off.' They had all started smiling at 'OK'. Piotr was translating the rest of my instructions to Wot and looked a little confused and embarrassed as he reached my threat. 'So please, if you do spill some, tell me it was Jason.' Steve and Luke laughed, followed shortly afterwards by Wot and Piotr. Jason just kept scowling. Prick. Now Steve bent and kissed me on the cheek. 'You're a real star, Sue. I'll keep them all in order.' Once they were ready I led them through to the front room. Dave had insisted on a massive TV. It dominated one side of the room. I closed the curtains, switched on the fire, passed the remote to Steve and nodded encouragingly as the boys spread towels on the sofa and two armchairs before sitting. 'I was about to take a bath so I'll leave you to it. Help yourselves to anything in the kitchen - I think there's some crisps - and I wasn't joking about severing Jason's testicles.' I mock frowned as I turned and left. Steve and Luke were laughing and I heard the two Poles join in once they had had my threat explained to them. After topping up my bath with hot water I lay there listening to the man-noises drifting up from the floor below. I had never understood men's obsession with football; when I wanted to watch millionaires try and cheat their way into more millions while the world looked on and cheered, I read the financial pages. I tried to work out who was winning by the sounds drifting up from below; it was 1-1 in my estimation when I gave up. The warmth of the water and the wrinkling softness of my hands as I washed myself all over took me to another place. A place where I was being stroked and probed by someone other than myself. Imagined naked images of Steve, or Luke, Piotr and Wot drifted in and out of my fantasy. Both hands were between my legs, fingers of my left probing for the G-spot whilst my right manipulated and stroked my clit. My panting breaths increased in frequency as I felt my orgasm building and when it came shouts and cheers from below drowned my own noises as waves of ecstasy spread through my body. I lay back breathing heavily. There were more cheers and shouts - probably of dismay - as I hauled myself reluctantly out of the bath still shaking from my climax. I momentarily pictured myself as a slutty stripper and the cheers as coming from a panting group of punters as the last article of clothing was thrown to them from a well-lit stage. 'Stop it.' I told myself playfully and reached for the towel warming on the radiator. I dried myself with extra vigour and mentally ran through the jobs I needed to do tomorrow to try and bring myself back to reality. 'Maybe I should have a party', I thought. Then, 'so much for getting back to reality'. I climbed into my super-soft, Egyptian cotton bath robe and hugged it around me before opening the bathroom door and, after a quick glance to see no one was on the landing, scurried to the safety of my bedroom and threw myself onto the bed. I felt something poke me in the back as I landed. I pulled out the still-packaged vibrator which I had taken from its hiding place in my bedside cabinet as one of my first statements of my independence after getting Dave and his floozy out of the house this morning. I looked at it, shining invitingly in its clear plastic sheathing. It was the most expensive I had ever bought, the semi-realistic shaft augmented by branches for clitoral and anal stimulation. I shivered with anticipation before shoving it under the pile of pillows behind me. It would have to wait until the five guys downstairs had left. I pulled myself upright ad to the mirror by my dressing table as I went through the ritual of drying and brushing my hair. The robe fell open in the process and as I stood I assessed my body with a critical, well, semi-critical, eye whilst applying body lotion. I liked my medium-sized tits with their small, puckered pink nipples. I pinched one appreciatively. My stomach is still flat - God bless the gym. Hips, perhaps a little too wide for some people, but everyone liked my legs. I smiled as I lathered them with the expensive unguent - my last Xmas present from Dave. A girl couldn't help but notice the glances they got, or, for that matter, overhearing male comments as she went about her life. I closed the gown again and returned to the bed, this time arranging myself more decorously. I had picked up the TV remote and was about to switch it on when there was a tap at the door. After quickly checking that I was decent I invited whoever it was to come in. Steve's head appeared. 'Hi.' He looked embarrassed and a little stuck for what to say next. 'Come in. And shut that door. There's a wicked draught, and I'm not wearing much.' He shuffled into the room, reddening as he did so, and quickly stood erect with his back against it like a man facing a firing squad. I glanced down to check I wasn't flashing anything I shouldn't. I was not. 'We were wondering...' He stopped again and looked down at his feet. I waited then nodded quickly for him to continue when he risked a quick glance up. 'Well, whether you'd care to join us. We feel guilty at imposing like this. And you've been so generous. And it'd be great. And ...' He stuttered to a stop after the rush of words. He was looking down at his feet again. He reminded me of the first boy asking me out when I was fourteen. The image made me giggle a little. 'Sorry, I shouldn't have asked.' He obviously took my reaction as a refusal and half-turned to escape, his hand on the door knob. Just like my first beau after his stuttered invitation. 'No, no. You just reminded me of something from my past. I, well...' It was my turn to go red and silent. I did not really fancy an evening of football with a group of men, most of whom I didn't know and one of whom I actively disliked. But then, I had ruled out road-testing the vibrator and there was nothing worth watching on TV from what I remembered of the morning paper. So what else was I going to do? I took a deep breath. 'It's a kind invitation Steve, but really, you're all Dave's friends. You'd be embarrassed having me there. He started shaking his head. I continued before he had a chance to speak. 'Yes you would. I doubt you're using language fit for mixed company whilst you watch and what would you say to Dave tomorrow?' I saw him smile. 'Perhaps, but lots of it is in Polish and, be honest, it's nothing you haven't heard before. As for Dave, perhaps I shouldn't be saying this, I think he's an idiot for letting you go and the girls he's dating... Well, it's an embarrassment...' , After that I could not think of a reason to refuse. So I didn't. 'OK, you've persuaded me. Give me a few minutes to get dressed and I'll be down.' 'Great. I'll warn them to moderate their language. No promises, of course, but we'll try.' He had a relaxed smile now and was staring down at me whilst speaking. I waited for him to go, but he continued checking me out, stretched full length on the bed as I was. He obviously liked what he saw and, I have to admit, I was enjoying his appreciation. 'Off you go then. I'm not getting dressed in front of you.' The adolescent was back and he blushed and stuttered as he opened the door saying something about looking forward to seeing me in a few minutes. I lay back when he had gone and thought about what I should wear. My sporadic perusals of up-market women's magazines offered no guidelines that I could remember as to acceptable dress for entertaining tipsy football fans at home. Casual? Smart casual? Out-on-the-town outfit? I stood and went to my wardrobe. My eyes fell on the little black dress I had bought a few months ago. It fitted, I remembered from the changing room at the shop, like a glove. I had not had a chance to wear it out yet. Entertaining at Home I held it up against my naked body. It was short, but not slutty short. Probably wildly inappropriate for watching football, but it would guarantee that whatever reports went back to Dave about how I was after kicking him out would not be what he expected. 'Yes, you'll do.' I put the dress on the bed and rummaged in drawers for underwear. I own a lot of lingerie, I like to feel sexy beneath conservative office garb, but very little of it is black. In fact, I discovered I had no suitable black tights only a pair of stockings still in their packaging: Dave and I had enjoyed more than a few stocking-and-suspender fantasies in our happier days. I tossed them onto the bed and searched for the suspender belt and a matching bra and panties set. I shook my head at myself in the mirror after putting on the underwear and stockings. Dave would cream himself if he could see me like this. I was looking good. I felt good too, despite the rational side of my brain telling me this outfit was the last thing I should be wearing this evening. A couple of dabs of perfume after I had pulled on the dress and I checked myself out again. Definitely hot, I decided, and rubbed a little more perfume between my breasts. I did not remember the neckline being quite so revealing when I had tried it on in the shop. The slightly-over-the-top stilettos topped off the outfit perfectly and shaped my legs perfectly, I thought. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the room. I do not know what reaction I was expecting as I opened the door to the front room, but if I had had one I would have been disappointed. The only whistle was the referee blowing for half-time. The five of them, still sitting on their towels, I was pleased to see, were deep in conversation about some incident or another which had happened during the match. It was Luke who saw me first. He stopped speaking mid-sentence and just stared. As the others became aware of my presence as I leaned against the door jamb they just stared too. Did my confidence the world of good. Television pundits exuded on the game. Seemed appropriate. 'Hi lads. Sorry I interrupted.' Steve was the first to regain the power of speech. 'Wow. You look... Really nice. Come in, thanks for coming down. Can I get you a drink? Sit down.' He was babbling, but his eyes never stopped scanning my body. He was flushing slightly. I stepped into the room and kissed him on the cheek. He deserved it for the unspoken flattery. Pete and Wot were also on their feet and Luke unfolded himself from an armchair as I moved further Ito the room. Only Jason remained seated and he shifted quickly when Steve told him to give up his seat. Pete took one of my hands in both of his and, staring up into my eyes, kissed my hand again. 'You look stunning.' He glanced across at Steve to make sure he had got the right words and received a reassuring nod. He too got a kiss, as did Wot for calling me 'beauteous'. I giggled as Luke approached. 'I don't know the Polish for 'knock out', so English will have to do.' I went to kiss his cheek too but with my standing on tiptoes and he dipping his head we confused each other and out lips met briefly. His were warm and soft. Had we been alone I am sure I would have held the clinch, but the shock of the contact made me step back. I could feel myself going red. Luke himself stepped back as if he had been tasered, causing Jason to yelp as his toes were crushed beneath Luke's heel. The other three were laughing at the scene as Jason hopped about trying to hold his injured foot before falling to the floor. We were all standing awkwardly manoeuvring in the room. The bulky furniture and the sizeable coffee table covered in empty cans gave little room. Jason hauled himself up still angry at his humiliation and squeezed between the bigger men to approach me. 'You look very doable. Can I have a kiss too?' He stretched his neck forward, eyes closed and lips pursed. 'Shut the fuck up Jason. Oh, sorry Susan.' Steve's quick riposte saved him from a punch in the mouth. That and Luke pushing him backwards into one of the armchairs. I could feel the other men's eyes looking at me waiting for my reaction to set the tone. 'Sit down and shut up Jason. Any more shit from you and I'll start offering favours to the gentlemen in the room to take you outside and leave you tied to a tree in the rain.' 'But all I said was...' 'Zip it Jason. Every time you open your mouth you embarrass yourself... And the rest of us. Just sit there and keep quiet.' There was a slight menace in Steve's voice I had never heard before. He, too, had clearly had enough of the little creep. 'Better still, get off your arse, clear these cans from the table and bring us all some more drinks. What would you like, Susan? I'm afraid we only brought beer and lager. Oh, and Pete and Wot contributed a bottle of vodka.' I was impressed with the change of his tone when he switched from berating Jason to checking my needs. 'I was going to open a bottle of wine. But, if it's OK with Pete and Wot, I'll have a vodka and coke.' I waited for Pete to nod as he beamed at me. 'There are cans of coke in the fridge. You can put the empty cans in a black bag - they're under the sink - and put them outside the back door next to the bins. Give you a chance to think about being stuck in the cold and wet if you don't mind your lip, short arse.' Whilst normally I try to be polite, I needed to get some of the venom out of my system. And Jason had been looking for a slap from the first time I met him. I felt pleased with myself for joining in the boys' banter. I don't know whether if was my words, or their laughter, but Jason slunk out of the room saying he's bring the bin bag in rather than risk spilling dregs on the carpet. I was impressed. Ever so slightly. He was back in a minute, bag under his arm and my vodka and coke in a half-pint glass balanced on the top of the box of beers he clutched in his arms. Steve passed my drink to me and then set about dealing with the box as Jason cleared the empties. The sound of hissing can opening interrupted the clank of used cans being bagged. I took a sip of my drink and almost choked. 'Bloody hell, this is strong. 'Scuse my language.' I coughed as the men laughed. 'Polish vodka. Best in the world.' Wot grinned with pride like a little boy. I was not sure whether it was with his English, or the impact his national drink had made on me. My throat burned and I could feel a warm glow spreading through my body. We were all still standing, but the tone of the commentators announced the start of the second half and everyone looked to Steve to work out the seating arrangements. 'Why don't you sit here where Jason was sitting.' He indicated the side of the sofa furthest from the TV. 'We'll leave him the armchair and I'll sit on the floor.' Luke, Pete and Wot sat down, quickly engrossed in the TV. This despite the fact they hadn't actually kicked off yet. I plumped myself onto the sofa next to Luke who unconsciously moved to make sure I had enough room. I crossed my legs and pulled at the hem of my dress. Modesty was going to be difficult, I soon learned. The cushions are soft and I naturally sank backwards into the comfortable back support. The tops of my stockings were barely covered. I could feel Steve's warmth as he arranged himself on the floor with his back to the sofa arm. Jason had slunk back in and was sitting like a small black cloud in the deep armchair. All five of them were staring at the screen as if hypnotised. Steve and Luke, in English, and Piotr and Wot in Polish exchanged comments on the substitutions which both sides had apparently made during the interval. I wriggled to get more comfortable, but could feel something sticking into my back for the second time that evening. I stretched back a hand to feel behind the sofa cushion without, hopefully, disturbing Luke too much. I pulled out what felt like a DVD cover. No one noticed. I looked at it to discover it held Gang Bang Gumbo V. I shivered slightly and took a quick slug of my vodka. That made me shiver some more. Gosh it was strong. I felt the warmth spread like it had last time. I took another surreptitious glance at the cover. There were four separate illustrative cameos. Each was of a cum-covered girl's face. Two displayed their tits as well; equally creamy. One image had a few inches of an improbably thick cock squirting ejaculate into an eagerly open mouth. I felt the warmth spread to my pussy. Dave is a big fan of the Gumbo series. Numbers I-IV were upstairs in one of his plastic bags. We used to watch them together. Porn nights were a regular part of our relationship. Usually Dave would do the ordering of the DVD from the Internet. We had tried streaming, but neither of us had enough technical nous to get downloads to play through the TV; hence the DVD player in the bedroom. The whole process became a sort of foreplay. 'I've ordered a new video' He might mention over breakfast one morning. Usually him, but I have to admit to knowing my way around the ordering process myself. For the next day or two there would be a sense of expectation between us. Usually it was satisfied by a quick viewing of a favourite before sex and then sleep. If the brown cardboard- or envelope-sheathed package (brown seems to be the industry standard even if the material differs) arrived before breakfast it would be placed by whoever picked up the post in the centre of the kitchen island there to stay, unopened, until we returned home. Otherwise the first home would do the honours. We had an agreement not to open them until we had eaten. The days at work following a morning delivery would pass in hazy expectation. The first time we had ordered we had rushed home and, on opening the package, had virtually fallen on and over each other in our rush to get upstairs and naked and the film in the player. We had agreed afterwards to try to follow our normal routinesand wait until bedtime. Which was about eight-thirty at the latest on porn nights. But we never got much sleep. In the happy days of our relationship, Dave was - after a little training from me - a sensitive and accommodating lover. On porn nights he fucked me; hard and often. We had anal sex for the first time after watching Gang Bang Gumbo I. It hurt like hell, I remembered. After that I insisted on lubrication before letting him have access to my back passage. Dave got particularly turned on by gang bang films. I could take them or leave them. A few years ago, it was the run up to his birthday and I was having a difficult time deciding what to get for him, I had suggested - after a fair amount of red wine - that I give him a gang bang as a present. I can still remember his horrified expression. He refused to discuss exactly what his problem with it was, but I surmised that gang bangs were something that drunk, bottle-dyed blondes did, not the woman he was married to. I let the subject drop, but with a little reluctance. It had taken a lot for me to broach it, and, I have to admit, the process of fantasising before raising it with him, was something of a turn on. My only experience with more than one partner had come at college when two of my male friends and I had ended up in bed together. It was far from satisfactory. None of us really knew what to do and the boys were far too drunk to perform well. After going down on both of them I tossed them off until they came and then we had all fallen asleep. The next morning was excruciatingly embarrassing and I had got out of the house as quickly as I could. I was back at my student digs, heels in hand and minus my knickers, before any of my flat mates were up. I had been unconsciously sipping my vodka whilst I silently reminisced. I was getting tipsy. I know because my knee was pressed against Steve's shoulder. I looked round at my guests, glad to see the football still had their full attention and none of them had noticed me staring at the cover. I flipped it over. The back told the tale of the encounters. I always liked reading them even though I knew they were fictitious. I smiled at the story outline of Samantha-Lou's adventure with her husband's bowling buddies after they topped the local league. Did football fans deserve similar rewards? I jerked upright, as much to stop myself thinking lewd thoughts as anything else. Steve felt the change and tore his eyes away from the screen. 'Everything all right?' He placed a hand on my knee. It was a touch of innocence and concern, but that did not stop the tingle travelling up my thigh. I felt my pussy twitch once more. 'Sure. I was wondering whether one of you gents would get me another drink...' There was a general shuffling as all of them, except Jason, went in to waiter mode. I tapped Steve on the shoulder with the DVD case. 'And could you pass this to Jason. I think he must have left it behind the cushion here.' Steve's face changed from expectancy to blazing, red-faced anger as he looked at the cover. 'Jason. What the fuck?' No apology for bad language this time. He threw the case at him catching him squarely in the chest. Jason rubbed the spot and his face took on a look of injured innocence. 'It's Dave's. He said she'd be up for a gang bang. If we warmed her up a little.' Now it was my turn to get angry. 'He said I'd fuck you all. If you got me pissed and showed me some porn. I'll kill the bastard.' 'No, no. Not you. He was talking about Tiffany.' I was almost panting with rage. Steve and Luke were staring daggers at Jason. Piotr was quietly explaining the sudden shouting to Wot. The football was momentarily forgotten. 'Who the fuck is Tiffany.' Jason is the most insensitive of men. But even he could tell he was in deep doo-doo. His reply came out as a whine. Everyone was staring at him with anger in their eyes. It looked to me as if Piotr was having to hold Wot back from attacking him. 'His new tart, I mean girlfriend.' If anything that stoked my anger further. 'You mean to tell me he brought you lot round here - to my house. My house. - so you could all screw some slapper whilst I was upstairs watching TV?' I stared at the five of them. I was on the edge of tears I was so angry. Steve broke the tension. He spoke in a soft, dull voice which could hardly be heard over the sound of the TV. 'Get your coat Jason. And get the fuck out.' 'But it's still raining and the match hasn't finished And I haven't got a coat.' He looked imploringly round the room. There was no sympathy in any of the faces. Steve stood and took he one step necessary to stand over the cowering man. I could not see his face, but the expression alone was enough to shut Jason up. He slid out of the armchair and backed around it so he could leave the room without coming in to contact with any of the others. Steve followed him to the door whilst the rest of us remained silent. We all let out deep breaths when we heard the front door close. Poland scored. The crowd and the commentators were going wild. No one in the room said anything. Luke, Pete and Wot were all looking at the floor, only stealing occasional glances at me when they thought I was not looking. We all looked at Steve expectantly when he reentered the room. He stood, as he had in my bedroom earlier, with his back to it, head down, arms at his side, this time with his fists clenched. 'I've not come that close to punching someone since I was a teenager.' He too blew out a deep breath and slowly raised his head to look at me. 'Susan. I'm really sorry about that. Believe me, I knew nothing about Dave's plans. He said nothing to me. Honest.' The others made noises to convey their own ignorance of Jason and Dave's little scheme. 'I believe you...' I was still close to tears. I was finding it difficult to get the words out. 'I just can't understand Dave. I know we are splitting up. But to have so little respect for me...' My voice trailed off. 'Don't worry. We shall be having 'words' tomorrow. I'm going to tell him exactly what I think of him and his plans.' Steve reached out an arm and touched my shoulder. That opened the flood gates. I pushed myself into his arms and collapsed into wracking sobs against his chest. He held me stiffly as I cried myself out. It only took a few minutes, but it was intense. When I pushed myself away from Steve his white shirt was stained with streaks of mascara, lipstick and, probably, snot and tears. I wiped my eyes realising I must look a complete mess. 'I think perhaps we should go too.' Luke's flat northern vowels had an air of finality. I almost panicked. I did not want to be alone. 'No. Please stay. The game's not finished. Have some more beers, there's plenty left and I won't drink them. I'll wash my face and I'll be back in a tick.' I fled the room to the downstairs washroom, still sobbing slightly. The mirror confirmed what I suspected. I looked like a clown who had been left out in the rain. There was a clap of thunder. I laughed at the thought of Jason walking home getting colder and wetter as he went. I set about repairing my damaged image with the contents of the emergency make up bag I kept under the sink. When I emerged, the house was quieter. The sound had been turned down on the TV and I could hear the four men talking in low voices. They seemed to be plotting revenge against Dave on my behalf. There were low humourless laughs as they tried to outdo each other in threats to his clothes, car, desk. And reputation. I was touched. But what I needed more than anything was a drink. In the kitchen I reached down four shot glasses and loaded them onto a tray along with the exotically labelled vodka, the bottle of emergency scotch Dave and I always kept at the back of a cupboard and a stiff vodka and coke for myself. They all tinkled as they clinked against each other as I proceeded to the front room and pushed open the door. All four men were standing and turned to me with looks of concerns. I forced a smile. 'Lighten up chaps. I've decided, we can't let those two ingrates ruin our evening. Who's winning?' Football had been forgotten. They all turned to the screen and Steve took up the remote, clicked off the mute and them lowered the volume. The commentators were reduced from hysterical barking to a low murmur. 'Looks like we equalised. There's going to be extra time.' 'Ah well. Can't have everything.' My weak joke broke the ice and they all started laughing. Luke took the tray and put it on the coffee table. Wot busied himself charging the shot glasses and handing them round. 'Here's to...?' Steve started the toast, but then looked around for assistance. 'Jason getting pneumonia!' I took a gulp of my drink and the lads downed their shots. We all spluttered and laughed at the same time. Luke opened the whisky and poured out another four measures. 'To Dave's engine blowing a gasket.' I gulped and coughed, they just laughed after emptying their glasses. I felt for the seat behind me and squeezed between Steve and Pete. I was more than tipsy now. I had better watch what I drank, I told myself. The resolution lasted no more than a few seconds. Pete proposed the next vodka toast. 'To Dave and Jason catching herpes... Herpes is correct, no? From Tiffany.' I drained my glass as the others emptied theirs and congratulated Pete on his fluency. I kissed him on the cheek. I was definitely feeling better. Scanning the room I could see we were all feeling the cathartic effects of the booze and the lifting of the tense atmosphere. Steve, Pete and I were slumped back on the sofa. Luke and Wot were leaning against the arms of their chairs. I caught them both sneaking upskirt peeks; my legs were only slightly apart as I leaned back, but the dress was so short it left nothing to the imagination. I wagged a finger at them, giggling. Entertaining at Home 'Naughty, naughty. No looking up my dress.' They both looked devastated at being caught in the act. There was a sudden chill in the room and a definite feeling that the brittle atmosphere which had been broken by the toasts could return. 'Hey, hey. Don't worry. I don't mind. In fact I'm flattered. After all the shit I've taken in the past few months it's nice to be checked out by such good looking men.' I struggled out of my seat and leaned over to kiss Wot's cheek. When I tottered around the coffee table to give Luke a similar peck my heels got caught in the carpet and I fell onto him, legs akimbo. His arms were around me, an automatic reflex to stop me tumbling to the floor, and, with a moment's hesitation, we kissed on the mouth again. The others cheered as we broke the clinch and both wriggled in the seat in an effort to get me upright again. I was tingling all over, and unless my bum deceived me I could feel the beginnings of a stiffy forming in Luke's trousers. I laughed weakly as I stood holding my hands to my face to try and hide my blushes. I was desperately trying to think of something to change the subject. 'What's the score?' The TV and the game had been forgotten in the rounds of shots and slightly erotic interplay. 'Well. It's one kiss on the cheek to Wot and Pete, a full fledged snog to Luke and me, nil.' Steve twisted the sides of his mouth downwards as he finished speaking and there were mock cheers from the rest of the room. All eyes were on me, it was a definite moment of truth. The thrill I had received from kissing Luke was fading and a small sensible voice at the back of my mind told me it was time to cool things down a bit. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, a stronger urge from the rest of my body made me put my hands on the seated Steve's knees and lean down to kiss him on the mouth. His hands went to my hips to steady me and I could feel my dress riding up at the back and my tits trying to escape from the neckline of my dress. The kiss was long and deep. I parted my lips and let Steve's tongue probe between them. If Luke made me tingle, Steve upped the voltage. I heard myself groan slightly as electricity shot down my body. I was definitely in danger of losing control. I broke the kiss and plumped down on the edge of the coffee table. I could feel my heart pounding and my breathing was fast and heavy. I looked round at the men. All eyes were on me. 'Wow. Steve you're a really good kisser. It's months since I've been kissed like that.' I smiled at him. He crossed his legs. 'Thanks. Me too.' Pete poured more shots and added a decent measure to my empty glass. He gestured for us all to raise our glasses. 'Poland may be winning the game. But we are definitely losing in the kissing match. Prost.' He solemnly intoned. Luke and Steve grinned at each other as they put their glasses down and started a low chant of 'England, England'. I coughed as I emptied my drink. The absence of the cola meant my throat burned as the vodka went down. I waved my hand in front of my open mouth in an attempt to get some cool air down my throat to ease the discomfort. 'Whew that's strong.' I cleared my throat and shook my head to try and clear the slight dizziness the last shot of vodka had brought on. 'I'm neutral in football. In fact, I don't give a toss who wins.' I was giggling again. 'But I do think we can even up the kissing stakes, don't you boys?' I looked at Piotr almost opposite me on he sofa he was eagerly expectant. Wot on the other hand looked bemused. His lack of English clearly meant he had only a vague idea what was going on. But he took his lead from Pete and started nodding. I slowly raised myself and took a deep breath as I stood upright. I was definitely drunk, so slowly and deliberately leaned over toward Pete. He too raised his hands to steady me, but as I was slightly sideways to him one went to my right hip and the other to the outside of my left thigh. I could feel the heat of his hand through the sheerness of my stocking. He half-raised his head to mine and our lips met with passion, grinding against each other our tongues entwining. We broke the clinch simultaneously and I felt Pete's hand slip the short distance up my leg. He patted my bottom as he muttered his thanks. I straightened again and turned my head towards Wot. He was grinning shyly as he waited for his turn. I manoeuvred between Pete's legs and the coffee table and lowered myself onto Wot's lap. I threw an arm behind his neck. We smiled at each other for a moment before leaning together. His lips were soft and warm and I felt myself melting inside as slowly the kiss deepened. I rested my free hand to his chest and felt him place the one which was not trapped between us on the outside of my thigh. I wriggled against him and was surprised at the hardness of his erection between us. It made me press more against him and the hand on my leg slipped between my thighs. I jumped with the thrill and, against my worse wishes, continued the upwards movement, levering myself against his shoulders to regain a standing position. I was laughing as I turned to the rest of the crew. 'That was nice. And you looked like you enjoyed watching.' I looked from man to man. All four of them were touching themselves, or adjusting the tightness of their jeans and trousers around their groin. Whilst I was grinning, they all looked rather serious. That made me start laughing again. I was shocked by the deep, lecherous noise which came from my throat. I smoothed down my dress and adjusted my breasts within the top. My every move was watched by four sets of eyes. It was clearly down to me to decide what happened next. But I passed the buck. 'Well you're all even now, boys. What next? I did, after all, promise you favours if you dealt with that worm Jason.' Everyone looked at Steve. It was, after all, he who had made the idiot leave and he had become something of a spokesman for the group. He coughed and looked down. He was going red and did not want the others to see. I waited expectantly, not sure exactly what would come next. I wanted more kissing and my body expected, no hoped, to be touched up, maybe stripped. I thought of Wot's hand gently grazing my pussy as we slipped together. I noticed I was panting slightly. Steve glanced up at me sheepishly and I smiled down at him, I hoped encouragingly. He leaned further forward and slowly lowered his hand down to the floor. When he straightened he was holding Gang Bang Gumbo V. He handed it to me. I was lost for words. Momentarily. I noticed I was opening and closing my mouth trying to speak. The fantasies I'd had in the run up to Dave's birthday came flooding back. I think Steve had been in the first set, but looking around there were certainly enough well-toned bodies in the room to substitute for whoever the others were. I decided to play it cool. 'Have you got enough condoms?' Was not what I meant to say. I blushed deep red. I could even feel heat coming up off my chest. 'I mean, I thought you might ask me to do a strip or something. Maybe a hand job?' The all laughed in a friendly way. As if I'd said 'fuck' in front of the vicar. Luke spoke whilst fishing in his back pocket. 'A striptease would be wonderful. I'm sure I'm not the first man to tell you you have phenomenal legs and a great body.' He tossed a packet of three onto the coffee table. Steve did the same. Piotr was pulling out his wallet and saying something in Polish to Wot. He paused, frowning. 'What is 'hand job'?' We English all burst out laughing at the confused Poles. Luke and Steve looked at me perhaps trying to work out how to explain it politely. I slowly made the classic wanking motion with my wrist and hooped fingers. The two foreigners joined in the laughing. Wot did not need a translation. They both leaned forward and placed small packages covered in foreign script on the table alongside the rest of the johnnies. No translation was needed there either. I took a deep breath. It was the moment of truth. 'Help me up on the coffee table will you Pete, and put some music on Steve. There are CDs on the shelf next to the player. Hard rock.' I bent over, my arse towards Piotr, and scooped up the packages and the DVD. I handed them to Luke. 'Put them somewhere safe, will you? We might need them later.' I winked at him and then turned to Piotr who was standing beside me. He slipped a strong arm around my waist as I placed one foot on the table and my hand on his shoulder. The little-used, six-inch heels made if difficult to estimate the leverage I'd need to get up with a modicum of ease. I need not have worried. Piotr virtually lifted me unaided and clamped a firm hand on my bottom when I was up there. He released his grip and started pouring more drinks before clearing the bottles away. Somehow I had overlooked that part of the housekeeping. We all stood, me now towering above the sweaty-faced men, glasses in hands. Led Zeppelin suddenly boomed out of the speakers. Wot spoke. 'Cheers.' He looked proud of his initiative and we all downed our tots. 'Just promise me one thing boys.' I threw my glass to Luke and started to snake my hips in time to the music. 'Anything.' Luke and Steve chorused. Piotr and Wot just nodded. 'You will be sure to tell Dave all about this when you see him, won't you?' I turned my back on them as they clapped and whooped rather than laughed. I bent slightly to give them a view of my rounded bum and looked back over my shoulder to see the reaction. Whilst I couldn't see any tongues hanging out, there was definitely a strong expectation-vibe emanating from my audience. All four of them were leaning forward staring up at me. Steve was banging his palm against his knee in time with the music whilst Luke clapped softly to the same beat. Wot and Piotr looked like nodding dogs and they moved their heads from side to side. I was lightheaded and excited. I could feel myself getting wet. I just let the music take hold of me for a moment as I swayed, trying to work out what to do next. I have never seen a stripper live, well not a female stripper anyway. I had seen some clumsy performances on film in the pornos Dave and I watched. I hoped mine would be more stimulating. I smoothed my hands down over my breasts and hips. Then raised them to my neck to flick back my hair like I had seen the porn stars do. My hair was not the bleached mains they all seemed to have, but it was long enough and there was a soft whistle from Luke and clapping from the Polish contingent as I did so. The track was slowing to an end. 'Well I guess I should take something off.' I was verbalising a thought to myself more than anything, but Luke and Steve immediately started a chant of 'off, off'. I leaned forward cupping my hands over my breasts and shook my shoulders. I could feel my hard nipples beneath the fabric. The table seemed a lot smaller now it was a dance stage, it only took a single sideways step to repeat the move for Piotr and Wot. The latter was muttering something in Polish to himself, Piotr let out a long whistle. I stood tall and turned my back on my audience, snaked my hands behind my back and tugged down the zipper on the dress. It did not have far to go. The low-cut back was even deeper than the neckline. The zip was only a few inches long. I slipped the straps of the dress over my shoulders and let it fall. I stepped out of it hands aloft and turned as the track faded to nothing. I was proud of my perfect timing. It deserved the round of applause I received. The next track was starting. It was one of their slower numbers and I started to move in what I hoped were sexy, sinuous waves. I noticed Steve stand up and move to the door. Surely he wasn't going to take a toilet break? But when he got there he started to fiddle with the three light switches, playing with them until there were only lights over me and the table. The rest of the room was in semi-darkness. It suddenly felt more intimate and I smiled down at him he retook his seat. 'Like what you see boys?' I growled the words at them as I played with my nipples underneath the thin fabric of my bra. There were sounds of affirmation from the floor. I was getting so randy it was all I could do not to tear off the rest of my clothes and throw myself at them. There was definitely going to be a gang bang tonight. My pussy was demanding action. I stroked a finger over it as I moved letting it linger slightly and smiling as I touched already swelling lips. I pointed down to Piotr and beckoned him forward. He stood looking half-pleased, half-confused. I needed his shoulder to get down off the table. I kissed him full on the mouth when he had helped me. It was all I could do to stop after a few seconds. I covered my mouth to hide a lascivious grin as I sat, in as ladylike manner as I could given the amount of alcohol I had drunk and my semi-nakedness. I needed to sit down to take off my stockings, but before I did so I slowly opened my legs before each of them. It gave me a chance to see what effect I was having. Their bulges were commendable hard. Luke had gone so far as to unzip himself and I could see the clear outline of a long, hard cock outlined by the thin fabric of his Calvin Kleins. I reached over and stroked a finger along its length before sucking my finger and turning back to the others. I tried to keep eye contact with each of them as I unclipped the stocking at my right thigh. There was confusion all around me. Only Piotr held my gaze and I winked at him and licked my lips as I ran my hand down the outside of my leg to slip off my shoe. Steve was surreptitiously rubbing himself and seemed to be staring over my shoulder as I slowly rolled the thin nylon down my leg. I was sure he was drinking it all in, if only in peripheral vision, and I blew him a kiss and tossed him the stocking as I slipped the stiletto back on and swivelled my hips so I was facing Piotr and Wot. Wot seemed transfixed. He was staring at me, goggle-eyed. I put my hands behind me and arched my back so that my tits were thrust upwards. I saw him gulp as I shook them gently and gave him a private smile of thanks. Piotr, when I turned to him, had his flies undone and one hand stuffed down the front of his shorts gripping his stout cock. His were not Calvin Kleins. I waved a finger at him, partly to cover my shock, and pleasure, at the sight of the effect my strip was having on him, and partly to remind myself that I was making the rules here. I repeated my actions with the second stocking, my eyes all the time locked on his. He was beginning to stroke himself beneath his thin pants. I held a hand out to Wot for assistance to regain my stage. When I had got back up I crouched down, thighs apart, to kiss him. His hand went straight to my panties as our lips locked. I shuddered with pleasure, but stood up quickly. Wot might appear shy, but he was definitely not backwards in coming forward. I could not let him touch me too long or I would never finish my act, I told myself. The second track ended as I stood up. The coincidence was more by accident than design this time. I knew the next song was a raunchy number about sex and I told myself I should try and get my bra and pants off before it finished. I might be a first-timer, I thought, but a stripper has to have some style. I looked down at my mesmerised audience. Their faces reminded me of the frozen stares they had had when watching the soccer earlier.Their visible hard-ons made me glow I was doing that to them. 'Wouldn't you rather be watching the footie?' I was teasing them, but pleased to have an effect. They suddenly became animated. Luke and Steve were clapping and chanting along with the music and my sensuous moves. At first the other two just clapped, but once Steve had explained the chant to Piotr, and he had corrected Wot's pronunciation, they both joined in more loudly and enthusiastically than the others. I could see in the shadows that both Luke and Pete had given up all pretence of modesty. Both had their cocks out, their pants stretched down over their balls. They were stroking themselves between bouts of applause, I tried not to stare too hard. But I hadn't seen a naked penis for a long, long time. I wondered whether there is a collective noun for cocks. Homework for later, I mused. I hooked my bra straps down off my shoulders and turned my back on them again as I fiddled with the catch at the back. Their rhythmic claps increased in tempo, out of synch with the music, I turned and tossed the flimsy garment up into the air. My hands went high and I wiggled my shoulders to make my tits bounce. I've always thought they were on the small side. In these days of silicon enhancements they definitely are. But the boys weren't complaining. Wot let out a whistle so piercing I was glad the neighbours were a couple of slightly deaf pensioners. Piotr shouted something in Polish and Steve just cried 'Jesus'. 'I had no idea you were religious, Steve. Want to take a break for prayers?' They all laughed. Wot and Piotr clearly no longer cared what I was saying, they just joined in with the others. Luke cried 'more' and the call was taken up by the others. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and started to tease them whilst trying to work out how much of the track was left. When I pulled the gusset tight against it I could feel the wetness of my pussy. I was amazed the squeezing didn't cause a rivulet to run down my thigh. I turned again and eased the band down over the cleft of my buttocks before pulling it back up as their cheers increased. I turned with a coy grin. The chant of 'off, off' began again. Well, I thought, the customer is always right. Though the track still had a bit of time to go, I slid the flimsy garment over my hips and wriggled it down to my ankles. With all the booze on board, and the excitement I was causing and feeling myself, I was surprised that with a quick bob I was able to whip the panties under the heels of my shoes and then stand without the boys getting a clear view of my pussy. I turned back to them clutching the small garment in front of my cleft and slowly moved across the front of the table. As the music climaxed I threw my hands high and released the knickers, laughing as they caught themselves on the light fitting. The four of them stood clapping and cheering as I jumped off the table and threw myself onto the sofa. 'Brilliant.' 'Thanks, Steve.' 'Fantastic.' 'Luke.' 'Most stimulating.' 'Very kind, Pete.' 'Please to tell me where you normally, how you say, perform. I like to see you again.' 'Wot. That's the most I've heard you say.' I was slumped between Steve and Pete, they had each taken my hand and kissed it as I lay back in the sofa wiping sweat off my body with one of the towels I found there. Luke and Wot were standing above me. I smiled looking at the tops of their dicks sticking out of their pants and trousers, unbuttoned, barely hanging on to their hips. 'That was hot work. I could murder a glass of water.' 'Leave it to me.' Luke hobbled away, having little success zipping his jeans, as he went towards the kitchen. I was breathing heavily after my exertions. I'd heard men say 'she was gagging for it' about women who, well, liked to shag. Now I knew what it meant. I was more randy than I had ever been in my life. I needed the stiff pricks around me out and on display ASAP. I took the glass Luke offered me and downed it in a couple of gulps. I reached out a hand, grabbed his belt and pulled him down towards me. This time the kiss lasted an age. The pressure of his lips and the slick warmth of his tongue made me squirm and groan in less than a minute, and this time I did not try to disguise it. I released the belt and let my hand stray down over his cock. My slim hand had no problems slipping into the warm gap. I felt him gasp as I closed my hand around his shaft and gently squeezed. His mouth opened wider and I thrust my tongue deeper. I felt a hand on my breast and let out a muffled squeal as my nipple was pinched. A hand was stroking the inside of my thigh. I opened my legs further mentally urging it onwards. Entertaining at Home I pulled my head away from Luke and gasped for air. He took the chance to stand and I saw him pulling down his trousers. They were Piotr's hands on my breasts; I reached out and pulled his head down and pushed a nipple up towards his face. He took the hint and was soon sucking hard and rolling the tip of my hardened nub between his teeth. Wot was standing, trousers round his ankles, stroking himself and staring glassy-eyed. I took my hand from Pete's head - he now needed no encouragement from me - grabbed Wot's dick and started to pull furiously. Steve slid a finger into my throbbing pussy at just the moment I took hold of Wot's member and I was melting inside as the frigged me furiously. My ears were filled with liquid sounds: my pussy juices lubricating Steve's ministrations; Pete's slurping as he sucked my tits - I could feel his warm saliva trickling down onto my stomach; the sticky staccato as I jerked Wot's pre-cum covered penis. We were all breathing rhythmically, my yips and squeals punctuating their deeper noises. 'Ah. Hand job.' Somehow Wot's muttered vocabulary check was heard by all of us. Everything stopped and we all burst into simultaneous laughter. It was one of those bouts of rolling hysteria which crescendoed and then subsided only to start again when we caught each others' expressions. I ended up rocking on the sofa holding my sides. They ached and I was laughing so hard I almost wet myself. It took about five minutes for some semblance of sanity to return. I struggled to my feet; I needed another glass of water. I looked around at the four of them slumped, in various stages of undress. 'I'm getting another drink. You lot get undressed, I'm not struggling with zips and buttons all night.' I left the tap running after gulping down the first glass. The coolness rising from the sink was itself refreshing and the stillness gave me a chance to think about what I was doing. It was clearly not sensible, I acknowledged, but as my pussy, mouth and tits reminded me, how else is a girl going to get a shag at such short notice? I stopped half-way through filling another glass, opting instead for a large jug. It might be a long night. When I reentered the front room the four of them were standing around completely naked. They were having a desultory conversation, but each eyeing the others' penises no doubt making mental comparisons. Men, I thought, but as I stood at the door, I joined in. The four were more or less equal in the length stakes - maybe six inches or so. I made a mental note that Wot and Pete's seemed thicker than their English friends'. Perhaps it was something genetic. I got no further. They noticed me as I put the jug and glass down on the edge of the hearth well away, I hoped, from the action. The smiles were broader and their dicks perceptively harder. I edged between Steve and Wot and they pushed around me hands already exploring. 'Time for your next English lesson, Wot. Repeat after me: 'blow job'.' I dropped to my knees and reached for him. I gave a few preparatory strokes before slipping my lips around the scarlet, bulbous end. It was indeed thick, much more so than Dave's the only cock I had sucked in the past, well years I guessed. I widened my mouth and slowly pushed my head down the shaft. I appreciated his groan of satisfaction and went further than I meant to. I pulled back choking and gasping, the sound of the men's laughter in my ears. I set to work more systematically, spitting on the rock hard shaft and licking the underside down to the balls before taking in my mouth again. One of the others grabbed my hair. The pain was sharp but not unpleasurable as he was pushing me forwards onto Wot's erection and then easing me back. I was gasping with each tug on my scalp. My experience of watching the Gang Bang Gumbo series led me through the next half hour. In every single scene I had watched the girl, circled by dicks, sucks each one in turn. The relative desperation of her partners determined the order. I stretched out both hands and found them guided to hard-ons. I had my eyes closed at this point, but guessed from the shapes that one was Pete's and the other either Luke's or Steve's. It was Steve's; I could tell from the noises he made when I started yanking at him. I sucked dicks for England that night. I have to say, the four of them were most cooperative. I barely had to move as they circled me. Each time I leaned back from furious sucking another dick awaited my ministrations. Nearly always hands behind me would hold my head, or yank my hair, to maintain a steady rhythm. The pain was exquisite and my whole body felt shocks. I could feel pricks being slapped against my cheeks as they waited. Hands groped over my breasts, sometimes stroking, sometimes squeezing. I had worked out that it was Luke who enjoyed my pain the most. It was him who invariably pinched my nipples, hard. When I had him in my mouth I would retaliate by running my teeth along him, always threatening, but never carrying out the threat, to bite. I could hear all of them laughing, sighing and groaning as I worked. The only words were Wot's. 'Hand job; blow job. Hand job; blow job.' He intoned as his turns came around. I snorted when I first heard him, as we went on it almost became the metronome of our game. I think the boys would have kept me on my knees all night. There was no let up in the enthusiasm with which they fucked my face. I am naturally right-handed, but after initially getting assistance from whoever I was wanking with my left, I soon developed an ambidextrous technique. But give a girl a break, this was my first gang bang after all, I began to feel little aches and cramps in my neck and back. To be honest my jaw and calves were also calling for a time-out and my scalp was definitely starting to get sore. I let go of whoever's cocks I was manipulating, pulled back my head and breathed deep. 'I need a change of position, lads. Help me up.' I had not expected, but was gratified to receive, a standing ovation as I rose. Four pairs of hands clapped and four stiff penises stood proudly to attention. I found myself blushing. 'I think that was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had.' 'Me too.' 'Blow job good. Hand job too.' 'You were magnificent. These delicate hands have magic in them.' The last speaker was, of course, Pete and he kissed the back of my hand as he assisted me to the sofa. I must visit Poland some day, I told myself, as I smiled my gratitude for the compliment. I waved a hand towards the water and was instantly serviced by Wot. I took down half a glass and coughed to clear the taste of the pre-cum. I handed him back the glass after draining it. I looked up at my partners which they took as an indication that I was ready to start proceedings again. 'I can take a hint.' Steve fell to his knees between my legs and stretched them further apart to give himself access to my pussy. I had been unconsciously stroking myself as I drank. As he kissed my inner thighs, alternating with small darts of his tongue, and moved to the ridges on each side of my Mons, the rest of them rearranged themselves to take advantage of my mouth and hands. Pete and Wot were on either side of me; Pete standing, Wot kneeling on the sofa. Luke seemed to have disappeared somewhere. I discovered where at the same moment Steve's mouth finally covered my vagina. I felt the waves of expectation which had been rising in me move to bursting point as his warm lips covered me and his tongue begin to rhythmically lap at my slit. At the same time my head was jerked back, I shook it to try and ease the pain of Luke's firm grip. He was behind me and stretching my head over the low back of the sofa. His hard dick was thrust, unceremoniously, into my mouth and he began pounding into me. I could feel his balls slapping my forehead as he went deeper into my throat with each thrust. I was almost choking. At the same time waves of pleasure were coming up from my groin. Steve had found my clitoris and had it between his lips. There were at least two fingers inside me and he thrust them expertly towards my G-spot. I was losing control. I jerked my pelvis against Steve and was stretching my upper body to try and ease the pain Luke was causing me as he pulled back on my hair to give himself deeper access. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. I was only vaguely aware of Pete and Wot's needs. Wot was holding my left hand in both of his as I limply held him. He was virtually masturbating himself. I was frantically wanking Pete between bouts of pain and pleasure. The rest of the time he got more limp twitches than regular strokes. Luke was the first to come. I had felt two orgasms wrack my body and was shaking all over by the time I felt Luke's cock harden further in my mouth. He now had both hands in my hair and I felt my head pulled even further back. A slow moan escaped his lips and he suddenly stopped thrusting into me. The first spurt of his hot cum almost drowned me and I swallowed quickly and hungrily. I could hear myself coughing and gurgling as two further jolts added to the sticky mass in my mouth. It started to trickle over my lips and down my cheeks. Luke withdrew smearing the last of his emissions on my nose, forehead and hair. I heard him panting behind me. I pulled my hand away from Pete's dick and smeared Luke's cum as I wiped it's back over my mouth. I was panting and moaning as Steve's tongue continued to probe my pussy and manipulate my clit. I waved a weak wrist towards the hearth. I needed more water. Wot released my hand and his prick to do the honours. I used my free hand to push back Steve's head, smiling down at him. I looked around at my lovers. Pete and Wot were sweating slightly and looked somehow serious. Steve was grinning at me from between my legs his face smeared with his saliva and my juices. I could feel the same mixture trickling from down between the cheeks of my arse. I wriggled against the towel covered cushion. Water finished, I looked up again. 'What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?' That broke the tension and we all broke out laughing. Wot and Pete both leaned over to kiss me. Neither seemed to mind Luke's cum which still flavoured my mouth. It was Steve who busied himself sliding a condom over himself. I have always found the sight of a condom-covered dick somewhat comical with the tiny bulb flapping at the end, but if I smiled it was to myself. I was almost hypnotised as he took two steps towards me, his cock and its little hat bobbing up and down. He knelt and pulled me further down towards him. And as he stroked himself against my crack he made me tremble with expectation. I reached down and slipped my hands below my knees to open myself further to him. I groaned as I felt him slip into me and pushed myself forward to receive his full length. I felt myself shudder as my clit pushed against his pubic bone and I ground against him for a moment. Steve pulled back gently before thrusting in again. I panted at each contact. After the first few penetrations he steadily increased his pace. His balls were soon slapping furiously against my bum and I almost screamed as another orgasm ran through me. I looked up at him, teeth gritted and eyes closed. After a minute or two of energetic pounding Steve slowed and opened his eyes to look at me. I smiled. Our eye contact was broken as Pete ran his hands behind my head and turned me towards him to take his cock in my mouth. His touch, unlike Luke's, was gentle but none the less insistent and soon he had a hand over each of my ears as he pumped my mouth. He seldom touched the back of my throat, but the larger girth of his member meant my mouth was almost full and when he did I choked and retched. Steve had slipped my legs over his shoulders and now, hands free, I slipped one down between us to massage my aching clit and groped around for a cock to wank with the other. My own work, and Steve's steady thrusting was stoking the warmth between my legs and I could feel it rising. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure flowing through me. My moans were echoed by Steve's, he had been fairly silent throughout our coupling, so I knew he too was close to climax. But it was Pete who was first. Like with Luke, I felt him harden and slow between my lips, his thrusts now reaching the back of my throat each time. I wondered if the animalistic noises - grunts, choking and cries - which filled my ears were mine alone, or a group chorus. Pete pulled out of me completely and I felt his spunk splatter against my face. Some went in my mouth, but most hit my eyes and chin. The second and third salvos landed between my tits. At the same time Steve, whose thrusting had become frantic shouted the word 'fuck' and collapsed against me. My pussy walls had been holding him firmly and I felt his spasms; they seemed to go on for ever. My own orgasm had burst somewhere between the two boys I screamed as the pleasure centres in my brain exploded, overloaded with the messages my body had been giving them. The three of us lay panting in a heap. It was Pete who recovered first he handed me a towel. I'm a swallow not spit girl and had managed to scoop most of his cum off my face and into my mouth. I scooped the slowly congealing cream off my chest and stomach. Steve gently extracted himself from me deftly holding the end of the condom in place. Having slipped it off and knotted it I gave him the towel to complete the cleaning up process. I kissed each of them in turn and looked around to see what the others had been up to. I did not have to look far. Wot was at the other end of the sofa. He was holding and stroking his penis. He had obviously enjoyed the show; it stood up like flagpole. He handed me a glass of water which I gulped eagerly whilst he reached over and stroke my breast. Luke was splayed in an armchair opposite. He had clearly been having a good time too. He was three-quarters hard and had a broad grin as he stared at me open-faced. After putting the glass down I widened my legs, mirroring his pose and, with my eyes on his, leaned sideways and whispered to Wot. 'Condom.' I didn't realise my Polish was so good. Wot was out of his seat and ripping and tearing at the small foil packet before I straightened up. I beckoned him to sit, took out the prophylactic and started to roll it over his member. The grin on his face broadened as I stroked the rubber smooth over his cock and finished the exercise by cupping his balls. I stood up with a backwards glance at Luke and then lowered myself down onto the Pole's pole. I was the only one who laughed at my silent pun. I felt my pussy walls stretch to receive him and I groaned as I finally settled on him. We kissed and I started easing myself up and down. Wot clamped his mouth to one of my tits as I bounced and I felt him grip my arse cheeks with both hands. When I lay back a little to increase the pressure on my throbbing clit I saw Steve and Pete were both behind the sofa grinning down at me. They both had their cocks in their hands. They were still limp but they were both working to correct that. I tried to smile at them, but I think my expression was more anguished as I tried to cope with the fresh pleasures coming from my groin. A sharp slap on my arse jolted me upwards. I gasped and tried to incorporate the stinging pain with the other sensations. I managed to look round and caught Luke's look of concentration as he slapped me again. I could feel the other cheek stinging, but my cry was more of pleasure than of pain. Wot started thrusting upwards. I tried to take some of my weight on my knees, but Luke's blows, now coming fast and hard, meant I kept falling against him. I was impressed with the strength of his thighs as he bounced me around. Steve and Piotr were both getting hard as they watched. I saw Steve's tongue moisten his lips as he reached over to squeeze my nipple. When my mouth opened in reaction, he pushed his cock in. I tried to get some coordination into the blow job, but with Wot bouncing me up and down with increased vigour and Luke's slaps pushing me forward, I was not in control. But Steve seemed to have no complaints. I could hear his breathing quicken and he grabbed my head to steady the orifice from which he was deriving his pleasure. My pussy walls were gripping Wot, my arse was tingling and hot, saliva was dripping from my mouth as Steve filled me. I tried to grip him with my lips but had to keep opening my mouth to let out the cries of pleasure. Suddenly Wot and Luke both stopped their ministrations. I don't know whether they were coordinating; I could not see what signals Luke may have been giving behind me. I knew Wot hadn't come. By this time my pussy was so sensitive I could almost feel the veins throbbing in his cock. Steve slammed against the back of my throat as he too was thrown by the emergency braking. I started to choke and he quickly pulled out. What a gentleman, I thought, as I collapsed against Wot's chest, gasping for air. Steve stroked his dick against my cheek as I gulped deep breaths. I could see Piotr still wanking himself and Luke was gently stroking my butt cheeks; I began to relax. As I slowly started to grind into Wot to get the action going again, I felt Luke's hand position change and a strong finger start probing deeper between my cheeks. I realised what he was doing at the point his finger slipped inside me. My anal flower offered no resistance slick as it was from the juices torrenting from my pussy for the past - well, I had no idea how long we had been at it. Zeppelin were well finished and that had been my only measure of time. I felt my arse spasm and I tried to lay still. I was gripping Luke's finger hard, I could sense his palm against my buttock and had the sensation of movement inside me as he twitched his upper knuckles. I let out a deep growl as Wot started pushing himself against me. Part of me knew this had been coming. After all there was not a single scene in Gang Bang Gumbo I-IV when double penetration had not taken place. I had no reason to believe Samantha-Lou and her pals were any different. But any reluctance my brain may have had about this new experience was overruled by my body's craving to deepen this new sensation. I was soon bucking and writhing again as Wot's prick and Luke's fingers - his initial probe was soon joined by another, possibly three - ploughed into me. I lost control and was almost screaming with every thrust. At the point where I was certain I was about to pass out both men stopped again and I felt Luke free his fingers. I was again sprawled over Wot, this time his gasping breaths matched my own. I was soothed by Piotr and Steve's hands stroking my back and arse. I smiled weakly at them and kissed Wot savagely once my lungs gained enough control to allow breathing through the nose. They had moved to either side of Wot and I in the melee. I managed to summon enough energy to twist my head to check what Luke was up to. I found him behind me slowly rolling a condom over his cock. I knew what was coming next and I buried my head in Wot's shoulder. We were both as limp as rag dolls, with the exception of his pole which seemed bigger and harder inside me that when we started. My pussy twitched involuntarily to hold him firm and I heard soft whispering in my ear. I decided his words were endearments, he was speaking in Polish, but they could as easily have been 'prepare to get your arsehole split you slut-whore' for all I knew. I just wondered how much this was going to hurt. The fingers had been OK after the first shock, I tried to remember how big Luke had been when I was blowing him. So distracted was I, I didn't hear clearly what he said when he spoke. But when Piotr was translating for Wot and he grabbed me to pull my arse cheeks apart, I could make a good guess. Before I could make any protest, or, should I say, decide whether I wanted to make any protest, I could feel the hard, swollen tip of Luke's erection pressing against my rear entrance. I sighed with relief as he slipped in, the stickiness, the fingers and Wot's stretching grip had done their job. I pushed back against him and felt him slide deeper and deeper. Decision made. Entertaining at Home If I had been trying to kid myself that what had come before was some kind of making love, now it was just fucking. I just wanted more and I pushed and squirmed against the two men penetrating me to get it. Did I say two? Make that three. At some point Steve got up on the sofa. He had tight hold of my hair in his fists and was fucking my face so hard there was a danger I might lose teeth. God knows what had happened to Piotr. Luke's balls slapping my bottom provided some kind of rhythm; Wot see-sawed between frantic bouts of shafting me and almost complete collapse. It was during one of those that Luke exploded within me. With Wot inert I was able to concentrate on pushing against him as he fucked me. I felt the familiar stiffening as we approached warp speed and then the spasmodic jerks along his length as he spurted into the condom. I felt him slide out of me and heard him collapse onto the floor uttering fragmented obscenities as he did so. I could feel some cramping in my butt as it adjusted and, I suppose, tried to relax muscles not accustomed to such usage. But if I thought it was going to get some rest, I was wrong. As Wot started fucking me again I felt another sheathed bell end pressing against me. Piotr had just been waiting his turn. He did not need to be delicate, Luke had ploughed the furrow and he just pushed straight into me with a force which momentarily took my breath away. I don't know whether they practice this sort of thing in Poland, but the two of them were definitely coordinated. Wot would lie still for a few moments whilst Pete rammed into me like a piston. Then Wot would take over bouncing into my pussy using the strength of his thighs. If one of them slipped out of me I got a few moments respite while they readjusted their positions. Then I would feel the pounding of blood in my ears and feel the pain in my lungs as I fought to steady my breathing.The rest of the time I was somewhere else. I knew the noises I was hearing - a mixture of pleasure and pain - were mine. I had no control over them. I don't know whether they could feel each other's cocks, but to me it felt at times as if they were pressed together as they slid in and out. My clit felt red hot and orgasms were coming so frequently I stopped savouring anticipation and just let them flow through me. It could have gone on for five minutes or five hours. I had lost all sense of time and place. And I only slowly became aware that they were finished with me. First Wot came, I heard him shout something and became aware he was no longer thrusting in to me. I felt his arms circle my back and have vague memories of him kissing me on the cheek. Piotr kept going for a few more minutes. His thrust became faster and he too started muttering. I felt an instant relief as he desperately extracted himself from my arse and then felt powerful spurts of jism hit my back. He fell onto the sofa beside me and reached out a weak arm to rest his hand on my shoulder. The only sound in the room was coming from Steve. He was still wanking himself, trying to race towards his own ejaculation. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, unable to do any more to encourage him, but he missed. I felt a cooling trickle of cum rolling down from my shoulder and along my arm. I could have sworn I heard him say '2-0' as he came. I slowly felt myself returning to the room. My breathing steadied and I listened to the quiet noises the four men were making as they recovered. I felt Wot lift me from him and deposit me gently on the sofa; I was still incapable of independent movement. When I started to feel cold from the pools of sweat drying on my body and began groping around for a towel, it was Steve who passed one to me. I tried to rub it against myself, but keep missing. 'Well that was unexpected.' I don't know why I said it. It was an observation rather than a conversation-starter. But it broke the flood gate. We all started laughing at once. I remember thinking how differently the four of them sounded. I became embarrassed at the sound of my own high-pitched giggles. And that thought started another bout of deeper, open-mouthed laughter from me. There I was, covered in cum with four naked men who had just fucked me in every available hole and I was concerned about the sound of my giggles. The men started the good-natured joshing which seems to pass for conversation when male friends get together. 'You should have seen your face when you came.' Luke to Steve. 'Well at least I can get off without spanking the poor girl.' Steve's response. Piotr and Wot were having what sounded like a similar bout of sparring in their own language. 'You're a star, Sue. I've never had such a good time.' I was glad to be included as one of the boys and chipped in with a few observations of my own. We were all laughing again, and it was at that point I became aware of an overwhelming pressure in my bladder. My pussy, bum-hole, mouth and neck muscles were so used it had been the feelings from them that I had concentrated on. But now, I needed the toilet and fast. All the water I had been taking on was making itself felt. 'Loo.' I struggled to rise but fell back like a new-born foal testing its legs for the first time. Luke stood up to help me. I hobbled rather than walked to the door as he held me upright with a strong arm through mine. I decided that with his help I could make the stairs, I was thinking that maybe a shower would be sensible, and steered our stagger away from the downstairs toilet. 'Thanks for this, Luke. I definitely would have had to crawl on my own. You're a real gent.' He laughed. 'I'm not, actually. I really like watching women piss and you strike me as the kind of girl who's up for anything.' If I had thought nothing could shock me after what we had just been through together I was wrong. I was speechless. I had heard of water sports and golden showers, of course, but never in a million years had I thought I would meet someone who was in to it. And in my own home; on a weeknight; with work tomorrow. 'You're a bit of a perv, aren't you? Don't think I didn't notice it was you beating my tush. And that you were the first one up my bum.' If I was going to be one of the boys I would have to give a good as I got. Luke was certainly speaking in a friendly manner. 'Yes, I suppose I am. In fact I'm glad we've had a chance to chat. I'm new down here and I don't know many people. I'd really like it if we could get together for a proper spanking session sometime. None of the women I've met so far have really been into it. What d'ya think?' 'Well you're nothing if not direct. I'll have to think about it.' I was surprised at my own matter-of-factness. There was something about Luke's flat Yorkshire vowels which made his proposition sound as normal as an invitation to coffee. I sat down on the loo and waited for relief to come. It did not. I looked up at him as he leaned nonchalantly against the sink staring down at me. 'I'm not sure I can do this with you watching.' He started whistling softly between his teeth and turned on the cold tap. As the water flowed into the sink, my own floodgates opened. I closed my eyes enjoying the pleasure of the moment. I opened them again pretty swiftly when I felt Luke forcing my legs apart as he pushed his hand into the stream. I watched, either shocked or fascinated, still not sure which, as he cupped his palm under me and, when it was full, withdrew and gulped at my pee. 'That's different.' Was all I managed to say as he stood up again and watched me finish. He was licking his fingers clean. I wiped myself and took some fresh paper to dry my thighs where he had dripped. 'Mind if I have a shower?' I was pulling on my second-best bathrobe. It was getting nippy. 'No worries. I'll send one of the others up with a towel.' In the front room, the other three became suddenly self-conscious as I was semi-dressed and they were naked. I told Piotr to take Luke one of the towels which, I was pleased to see, had been folded on the arm of the sofa. He took one for himself too after asking, in his over-perfect English if he could shower too. I looked around for something to do as Steve came in. 'The beer cans are all bagged and binned. I've put the kettle on. I hope that's OK.' I noticed my clothes had been folded into a neat pile on the opposite arm to the towels. 'You can come and do my cleaning every week, if you like.' I meant it as a light-hearted comment and was concerned that it seemed to make Steve redden. He coughed and looked down before speaking. 'I was wondering... That is to say... Well... Its just that...' 'You've got housemaid's knee?' I asked, I hoped, helpfully. He laughed and shook his head. 'No. I wanted to ask if you would go out with me.' It was my turn to cough and stutter. Somehow Steve's polite, and perfectly normal, request was more embarrassing that Luke's invitation to have my bottom smacked at my convenience. I liked Steve, always had, but I was not going to date him. Too complicated, what with his relationship with Dave and all. 'That's really sweet of you, Steve, but I don't think it would work. I've only just got rid of Dave. I don't think I'm ready to start seeing someone else. Tell you what though. Write your number on the kitchen pad. I think I'm going to be needing a booty call pretty soon.' We smiled at each other and he went back to the kitchen to look for a pen. I called out to him to take the bin bag for the towels up with him if he was going to shower. Wot got up silently and I heard them both ascend the stairs. The boiler would be working overtime. I made coffee while I waited for them to return. They trickled in one at a time and took their places around the kitchen table. We took our drinks in amiable silence, each of us sharing smiles when our eyes caught one another. I was beginning to feel tired and was not unhappy when Steve announced it was time for them to leave and called a taxi for them. The valedictions were un-ironic. 'Thank you for a wonderful evening. I hope we may be permitted to visit you again.' Said Piotr, before he was given a short speech by Wot to translate. 'He repeats my thanks and gratitude and asks that if you do perform a striptease dance at some public venue to which we could be admitted that you telephone and inform us. We have left our numbers below Steve's on your notebook.' I kissed them both and asked Pete to tell Wot that whilst it was unlikely that I would be changing career any time soon, if I did he would be the first to know. Steve restricted himself to a kiss on the cheek and the whispered hope that I would contact him soon. The taxi was honking outside as I escorted them to the door. Luke hugged me as he left and gave me a playful slap on the bum. 'Top bottom.' Entertaining Businessmen Pt. 01 I had been contacted by Gordon, one of the men who had been at Fred's birthday party night, where I had previously acted as a stripper for the evening. He had got my number via Fred who said he was sure I wouldn't mind him getting in touch with me. Gordon had a business night planned for a couple of his work colleagues and also for a couple of prospective clients. He worked for stationery suppliers as some sort of sales manager. He told me he regularly wined and dined a few clients and that on the last visit from some of his European clients he had let slip about my performance at Fred's birthday bash. The men he had told had all been incredibly excited by the telling of the nights activities, and were all horny as hell on hearing about me! One of the men had cheekily suggested that maybe I would do something similar for them the next time they were over in the UK. Gordon explained to me that the night was planned for a private members club that he belonged too. He had pre-organized a private session in one of the function rooms and that an evening of cards had been organized following a business meeting the same day. I was told that on confirming the trip one of the guys, Pieter a Dutchman, had asked if he had spoken to me about acting as a hostess for them. The upshot was that I tentatively agreed to do it. I felt a bit awkward at first as whilst I had met both Gordon and Jack at Fred's party, I hadn't clapped eyes on the other three men who were to be in attendance. These men were Pieter, Gunter and a chap called Raj. The two Dutchmen were staying over in a local hotel, whilst Raj was a local Asian businessman who had a chain of stores/ shops in Scotland. After a chat with Gordon and a lengthy discussion about what he wanted me to do and what I agreed to in return it was all arranged. I was to be paid a fee for my participation. Now, I know that sounds really cheap and slutty and the fact is that I felt a bit odd about it. At first I thought it was akin to selling myself. A chat with Fred and a couple of the other guys eased my mind somewhat. Basically I was being offered expenses for my time and travelling etc. I already had my car repaired for "favours" done in the past, so why not accept a little bit of money too? The fact remained though: I was probably going to have sex with men and this time I would be directly be receiving cash for it. To be honest the thought not only worried me, but also thrilled me a little bit too. The night in question drew closer and I had decided on a couple of outfits for the evening. I thought once at the venue I would let Gordon decide which one I would wear for my hostessing. I chose a tiny French maids outfit as one of my choices and the other was a kind of sexy secretary get up. A very short and I mean very short, black leather mini skirt, white see through top and a pair of black high heels. I had also bought two pairs of black seamed stockings, one fishnet and the other silk. I also had a nice matching suspender set, panties and bra. The evening came and I was collected by taxi to be driven to the venue. I was instructed by Gordon that I had to be sensibly dressed to arrive, so had chosen a smart white trouser suit. He informed me that a changing room would be available for me to get changed into on arrival. Once at the club, I was quickly ushered up a luxuriously carpeted hallway and up some stairs to a stylish meeting room. I was introduced to the men one by one, each of them being thoroughly charming and exactly my type. All older males, all married and all of normal build. No body builder types. Raj was about 6 ft. tall, stocky without being fat and he had a charming smile and seemed a real gent. Pieter and Gunter were very similar. Both obviously sharp business men, they wore expensive looking suits and smart shoes, the mark of a true gent I always find! Both men were blonde, about 6 ft. tall and slim built. Gordon and Jack I had obviously previously met and knew fairly well. They both scrubbed up well as we say, and had both made the effort. Once we were fully introduced I was offered a drink and they complimented me on my looks, my hair etc. I had decided to wear my hair in pigtails, again I know a lot of men like this look. I then had couple of G&Ts whilst we chatted and then suggested I could get changed whilst they began their first hand of poker. My duties were to be simple. They wanted me to make sure their glasses were filled, and that they had snacks if they wanted them and of course, the odd grope and fondle was on the cards as well. Raj in particular seemed eager to get me changed, commenting on my tits asking if I liked them tweaked and played with. I offered no resistance to such naughty talk and made sure the guys knew I was game for more than just a grope and fondle. I reciprocated by using a bit of naughty language back telling Raj that I did like my 'Tits played with,' but added that 'I prefer my pussy taken care of.' Raj had already used a few swear words, the others quickly joining in. The Dutch guys spoke impeccable English, and obviously knew a few of our dirtier words too! Gordon had decided that I should wear the secretaries' outfit to start with and he had told the guys that if I was feeling up for it then maybe some stronger fun would be on the cards. I was then shown to the adjoining cloak room to get changed, my heart racing as I coolly stepped into it to get ready for my evening of fun and frolics. Once inside the room I quickly set about changing. I applied some heavy make up to set the tarty tone right, decided on my seamed silk stockings and then popped on my bra and panties set. Once my suspenders were positioned to hold up my stockings I made the effort to squeeze into the tiny, ridiculously short leather mini skirt. It didn't even begin to cover the tops of the stockings. Once that was on, it was on with my blouse, making sure I left three of the top buttons undone. I admired myself in the full length mirror playing with myself as I did so and then gulped a couple of slugs of my G&T for courage. As soon as I made an appearance through the door I was greeted with wolf whistles, cries of sexual delight and I knew the guys were enjoying themselves already. I had begun to get the warm, wet and hot sensation in my quim. Whilst getting ready I had gently teased my clit a few times and had tweaked and pulled at my titties and nips to start and get me even more in the mood. Now dressed like a complete slutty secretary amidst these five older men, I was beginning to get my usual feelings of sexual craving and lust. "Fuck me." Gordon exclaimed as I made my way over to the bar area. "You like what you see then?" I cheekily asked. "Too fucking right," came the instant reply from Pieter. I poured a couple of drinks asking the guys what they would like and then carried them over on a silver tray. I wiggled my ass the best I could as I served the men their drinks, each of them giving my arse a slap as I passed them. My tight leather mini skirt was saving me from the sharp sting of the slaps as they paddled my ass. "Oooh spank me!" I mockingly teased as Raj gave me one helluva smack across my arse cheeks. As I gave Gunter the final drink from the tray I teasingly bent over, this had the effect of my mini skirt rucking up, and being bent so far over my arse was on full view. My supple, round arse encased in the see through black panties I had chosen to wear. A sharp, hard blow was delivered by Gunter's hand across my ass, stinging me as it did so. "Ouch!" I cried out. My mock pain was met with a chorus of cheeky laughs and comments. "You have one fucking great ass," Pieter commented. "It's fucking delicious," Raj joined in. "I'm glad you like it," I said back to them as I made my way, tottering in my heels to an armchair opposite. The guys had begun to play a hand of poker and for a few minutes they chatted whilst I wandered around the room. I served them a few snacks in bowls, all the while being ass slapped, fondled and groped as I did so. Finally I settled into the leather armchair opposite the table. As the guys continued to play the game, I slowly began to cross and uncross my stocking clad legs, dangling my high heels from my feet alternately. I know many men find this appealing and teasing. I then began to open my legs a little wider, exposing my see through panties, my skirt basically a belt. I gently began to rub the front of my knickers, making circular motions around my clit area, moistening my cunt up nicely, I was beginning to feel very horny, my exposure increasing my sexual desire and I desperately wanted a little bit of action. I slowly got up and as the guys watched me I slipped my panties off, letting them glide down my stocking clad legs. The sound of my lacy panties travelling down my nylons made a delightful swishing sound. "Get em off," Jack encouraged me. Raj then intimated he wanted a refill. He instructed me to pour him another drink, and to "Get my fucking ass over to him." I wiggled my way over to drinks area, made another round of whiskeys' for the guys, all the while leaning over exposing my bare arse and cunt from behind to them. Before taking the tray over I undid another button on my white blouse. My firm, heaving tits now displayed in the black push up bra I was wearing. On getting to the table Raj's hand was the first to wander from my ass to my inner legs. As I placed his drink on the table, his left hand shot in between my thighs. I stood still and simply parted my legs a little wider. His brown, warm hand slowly made its way up, caressing my stocking as he did so. My legs splayed, my mini skirt now a mere leather belt, his fingers found my warm, moist pussy lips. He made a slow and deliberate movement around my slit. He began feeling for my hard engorged clit. As his finger found it I let out a gasp. "Fuck," I moaned. "Oh you like that eh!" he said to me. My eyes met his as his finger teased and probed around my clitty. My clit throbbed as it was expertly tweaked and pinched by my eager admirer. Once I had been released by him, I moved around the room being fondled, groped and grabbed by all the guys in turn. I would move from having my ass felt up by one of them, to another slipping a finger into my increasingly wet pussy. All the while I tottered around in my high heels, my skirt so short it exposed my young wet shaved cunt and my ass. At one point I was having my tits felt up through my blouse by Raj, had Gordon fumbling at my quim and had Pieter feeling my arse up. The room was becoming increasingly charged with sexual tension. As well as the groping, I had been given a few playful slaps and smacks across my ass cheeks, reddening them and stinging my flesh. Raj was the first to move things on to the next stage. After having planted wet, delicious kiss onto my eager, red lipstick covered lips, he ordered me onto all fours. "Crawl over here and suck my cock." "Yes sir," I obediently replied. I willingly obliged, getting onto all fours and crawling across the plush carpeted floor. Once at his feet, I was ordered to take off my skirt and bra, being told to put my sheer white blouse back on. By now my tits were heaving, my nipples solid as my lust began to overtake me once more. I positioned myself in front of Raj and slowly began to unbuckle his belt. My smooth ass and cunt now both were being visible to Gordon as I faced my arse at him. As I slowly unleashed Raj's cock I could sense the other guys straining to look and the sound of belts being unbuckled also. His prick sprang out of his pants, standing to attention even before I had gotten a chance to fully get hold of it. I wrapped my hand around its thick, brown shaft and slowly wanked him up and down. He moaned with pleasure as I lowered my head and teased his cock end with my tongue. I lapped at his cock eye, prodding my tongue over the salty sticky pre cum that leaked from its head. "Mmm tasty," I wantonly said. "Then get it in your fucking mouth," was his blunt instructions. I dutifully obliged. I slobbered over his length, wrapping my tongue around his shaft as my throat engulfed his massive hard on. I sucked on it for a few minutes, slowly easing it out of my mouth, letting my spit drip onto his bell end and licking it all off before plunging it deep into my mouth again. "What about us?" came the reply from Jack. "Yeah don't leave the others out," Raj told me. So for the next few minutes I crawled around the table savouring each of the guy's cocks. Licking, sucking and drooling over them like a dirty, fucking cock loving bitch. Each of them was hard and red. Each prick offered to me in turn to lap at and worship. Raj had a lovely thick brown snake of a cock. Jack and Gordon both had stubby thick pricks, shorter in length but fat and juicy looking. Gunter had a long thin one. Pieter had large bulbous cock head, a purple and veiny shaft that simply pulsed as I sucked on it. Whilst sucking on each of the cocks my ass was being slapped and spanked by the others. I wiggled it at them, each slap leaving a red hand print or stinging sensation across my butt cheeks. After having done my cock sucking rounds a couple of times the action moved on. As I was sucking on Gordon's thick chubby cock, Pieter had positioned himself behind me. He slowly eased a couple of fingers up my dripping cunt hole. I moaned as he did so, arching my back and slowly began bucking back to meet the thrusts of his fingers. "Oh fuck yes. Go on finger fuck me," I urged. "You dirty little fucker," he replied. With this my first orgasm began to build. I sucked harder and harder on Gordon's prick; he began to thrust his hard on into my mouth. Each forceful stroke from behind was forcing me onto his cock. Each buck back from me was getting the fingers of Pieter deeper and deeper up my sloppy wet cunt. "Fuck I'm going to cum off," I cried, letting Gordon's hard on slip out of my mouth. "Go on then cum," was the chorus of cries I received as encouragement. I wildly fucked back against Pieter's fingers; he had four up me by this point, four fingers fucking me furiously. My cunt juice sprayed out, sending a river of juice flying back. Coating Pieter's hand in the process, spraying my sweet ooze across the floor. It was a tremendously big climax. A wild and wet torrent of my juice was sent spraying everywhere. Once my orgasm had subsided the action really heated up. For the next 45 minutes or so I was fucked, licked and fingered as I sucked cock in all manner of positions. I had two guys up me, one up my arse and one up my cunt. Two in my mouth, I was fucked doggy style on all fours in a spit roast position. At one point I was sat on Pieter's cock, with him sitting on a chair, his hard cock deep up my asshole. Gunter stood in front of us rubbing furiously at my rock hard clit. I orgasmed intensely like this. Sending yet another spray jet of my cunt juice flooding across the floor and Pieter's legs. Each of the five guys had me up my pussy, in my ass and had me sucking on their cocks. My silk stockings were a complete mess. My sweet, sticky cum juice having leaked onto them. They were stained, ripped and torn from the furious fucking I had taken. I had been shagged hard against the wall, bent over the desk, over chairs and on the floor. Pieter and Gunter both unloaded their hot spunky loads up my cunt. My pussy leaking their mingled cum onto my stockings too and some oozing onto the floor as I moved, or was rather passed around. Jack came up my arse, his cock twitching as it unloaded up my bum hole. Pulling hard on my hair as he emptied his ball sack up my willing butt. Gordon came across my tits. Well he came everywhere really! Across my tits as they dangled out of my ripped and dishevelled blouse. Some of his sticky jizz splattered across my white blouse too. Raj eagerly jacked off all over my face. The last to spunk up he simply revelled in coating my "whorish face," as he called me. After fucking my cunt from behind he spun me around and wanked furiously inches from my face. My puffy, wide open cunt leaked cum. My arse was sore and dripping with spunk and spit. My blouse was ripped open, my tits displaying the load added by Gordon moments earlier. Raj called me all sorts of names as he jacked off. I egged him on telling him how fucking turned on I was, how much I wanted his cum and what a slut I was being. His spurts where heavy, thick, and sticky and coated me good! My face was splashed with his man seed, spraying my cheeks, lips and nose. It dripped from me like honey. After our furious session I was kissed and fondled a bit more, still with the guys cum all over and in me. I then cleaned myself up. Ready for the second part of the night in my French maids outfit. Entertaining Colin As the soapy suds caressed her naked form Amanda still could not believe that she had gone this far. Colin, her son Ray's best friend, had always been a good looking young man. And when he had made a pass at her she had laughed it off initially. What would a 20 year old want with a woman just turned 41? Familiarity meant that her husband all but ignored, and neglected her, and as a consequence, she had neglected herself. But here was something about Colin, something that made her feel alive again. He had kept ringing ,"for her son," when he knew that he would be out, just so that he could speak to her. Finally she gave in, and agreed to meet him at a discreet, off the beaten track, hotel. In her heart she knew it was wrong. But there was an unspoken attraction between them that she could not deny. He had been absolutely unambiguous in what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her. Not marry her, or whisk her away, just to fuck her. She felt dizzy at the prospect. She pushed the soft, white, fluffy white towel between her legs to remove the last few drops of bathwater from the fine hair of her trimmed pussy. How should she dress? Well, for once it would be as her. Not for her husband. Not for his friends. Not even for her young stud – what should a woman old enough to be his mother wear for him anyway? So she decided on something simple, but smart. The fresh white lacy hi-leg panties with matching bra were simple, but sexy .The rose print blouse was subtly gathered under her bust, accentuating her 36c assets. The lined white pencil skirt skimmed her knees hiding the nude lace tops of her hold ups. A pair of high heeled beige courts completed the fetching ensemble. The knock on the door came at 3 o'clock precisely. She felt her nipples stiffen in the soft cups of her bra with the expectancy of it all. As she opened the door the tall, confident figure of Colin stepped in clutching a bunch of flowers. "You look beautiful" he murmured, a vision in crisp white shirt and casual jeans. " Now , we are going to do this my way." Amanda's heart jumped. She had gone through what was going to happen in her mind a thousand times. What do you do? When do you do it? And all of a sudden all these things were out of her hands. "So you came Amanda? Dressed in your prissy clothing I see. But you are not at some summer drinks party now, you are here, in an anonymous hotel room, to get fucked. Drop your skirt" Amanda reached behind and unbuttoned first the button, then the clasps, and then lowered the zip behind her waist. The skirt cascaded into a heap around her ankles. "Spread your legs" Eager fingers ran their way up the inside of her thighs before a thumb pushed the silky gusset of her panties to one side and prised apart her damp lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispered. "Oh yes Colin" "Well let's see how you enjoy this, bend over the bed, and take off your blouse and panties" Slowly, Amanda bent over, unbuttoning her blouse, she cast it aside as another line of defence disappeared, then hooking her thumbs into the sides, she slid the panties down her legs, and tossed them to one side. Colin marvelled at her sleek stocking clad legs, the delicate lace tops, and the pulchritudinous ass exposed before him. The thin straps of her bra seemed to hardly contain her heaving, swaying breasts. "First Amanda, I am going to spank you. Have you ever been spanked before? " She shook her head in abject shock. "Here you are, sneaking out to a rented room, lying to your husband, lying to your son, to get the sex you crave. Don't you feel guilty? Since you are a beginner it will just be 10 strokes. After each stroke I want you to say, "Thank you Colin, one more please, is that understood? " "Yes Colin" she whimpered. Her mind swam at how accurately he had tapped in to her psyche, the fear, the shame, the lust. He drew back his palm and smacked it against her buttocks: "Thank you Colin, one more please," she gasped as a searing pain overtook her; smack, "Thank you Colin, one more please", the next stroke lower down, smack, "Thank you Colin, one more please" the pain rising in waves , four, five, six , seven, eight, nine, ten times, his hand mercilessly flayed her behind, "Thank you Colin, one more please" she cried. " I think that it is time for you to be rewarded " he retorted. Instead of the sting of his palm she felt the bulbous head of a warm, slippery, giant cockhead pressing at her pussy. "Oh yes Colin, please, please push it in" In one stroke he drove his cock into her, forcing her to gasp for air, then he withdrew and thrust again, and again. Amanda started to adjust to the pace, as the pain of her beaten buttocks started to give way to the mounting pleasure from her pussy. She realised that she hadn't even seen his cock . But boy could she feel it! And the not knowing . The imagining of what it looked like, of exactly how big it was, as to how flared the helmet was, sent her into a delirious state of ecstasy, which excluded everything else, her marriage, her past, her frustrations. There was just the reality of this young man, taking her to a place she had never been before. "My nipples," she moaned, "squeeze my nipples" Colin leaned forwards, unhooking her bra in one, then stuffed the delicate lingerie into her panting mouth. His cruel fingers tugged at her breasts, her passionate gasps muffled by her gag. It was too much for her. The rising tide of her orgasm overwhelmed her as his fingers and pounding tool pushed her over the brink. "You whore," he intoned, "thinking only of yourself, well I know how to finish this off." He swiftly withdrew his rock hard cock, leaving her pussy sizzling with aftershock, turned her over and then climbed astride her chest. Yanking the bra straps dangling from her previously gagged mouth ,she gasped for air just as his urgent hand pushed and pulled at his manhood in a mad flurry, exploding spunk all over her face, lips, hair and breasts. "Did you like that Amanda?" he enquired as he climbed off her, wiping himself on the sheets. "Oh, yes, I liked it alright" she moaned. After the frenzied lovemaking it was very quiet. She lay there slowly becoming aware of the dull pain from her battered ass cheeks. Raising a finger to wipe a tear of joy from her eye she inadvertently smeared semen across her cheek. "Looks like I'm going to have to do my make up again" she laughed. They both laughed. " I only hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did," Colin replied, as he slipped on his clothes, and disappeared beyond the doorway. Entertaining Company My wife and her friend Louise normally spend Saturday mornings together. They like to gossip and generally hang out together. Louise often brings her daughter Dana along with her. I could never figure out why a twenty year old woman would want to spend time with two middle aged women. When all those women are in the house I like to go out on the back patio. It was a hot August day and I shed my shirt to soak up some sunshine. I sat down in one of the lounge chairs and closed my eyes. I am not sure if I drifted off or not, but I heard a woman's voice. "Do you mind if I join you Jess?" It was Dana standing before me. I had to avoid looking too closely. Dana had a tight shirt on and her tits were pressing on the material. I hate to admit it, but I often thought what it would be like to have Dana in bed with me. My wife had turned off the lovemaking tap and I had to use my hand to relive the pressure, so to speak. "Have a seat," I told her. Dana started to talk, but I wasn't hearing a thing she said. My eyes were focused on her body. If I didn't know better I thought I could see camel toe pushing on her tight shorts. That made my cock twitch. I could also see that Dana was trained on my cock. My bulge was showing and she was obviously looking at the outline of my dick. We weren't sitting there very long when Louise came out and said she was ready to leave. I might be wrong, but Dana didn't want to go. Was I making all this up in my mind? Did she have a thing for me? Anyway the women left and I let all these fantasies drift away. The next week went by and my wife said she and Louise were going on a shopping trip that Saturday. I love it when I have the house to myself. Like the weekend before I went out on the patio to sun myself. I wasn't out there fifteen minutes when I heard the doorbell ring. Damn, I couldn't catch a break it seemed. I went to the door and there stood Dana. "Can I come in please?" I let Dana into the house. She said she was bored being by herself and she hoped I didn't mind the intrusion. I was half drooling, to be honest. Dana was wearing a halter top and her boobs were showing from below. She had another pair of tight shorts on. I had to believe this was all for me. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said she didn't. I knew I had to take advantage of this situation. We were standing so close to each other. I asked her my question. "You were looking at my cock when you were here last weekend, weren't you Dana?" Dana's face went crimson. I knew I had caught her staring at my cock. She didn't say a thing so I walked over and pulled the top up over Dana's body. Those large breasts came free. My wife was practically flat chested compared to Dana. I lowered my face and I took a large nipple into mouth. Dana let out this moan. I felt her hands on the back of my head. She was urging me to continue. I took turns sucking on one nipple and then the other. I got both of them rock hard. I stopped and stripped down. Dana had her eyes planted on my cock. I was half hard and I knew she wanted me. I pulled the rest of Dana' clothes off and then moved her over to the dining room table. I lifted her up and then spread her legs apart. I moved closer and I took my prick in my hand. I rubbed my mushroom over her damp folds and then I slid inside her. Dana let out this feline moan that said she wanted my cock inside her. I slowly fed her inch after inch of my shaft. I have to say that Dana felt so good. Her pussy was tight, unlike my wife's. Dana also wanted cock really badly. I took hold of her ankles and I lifted her legs up. I began to pump hard into Dana's sweet pussy. I must have lost control of myself. I started to pound my cock deep into Dana's tunnel. It was like she couldn't get enough of me. We must have fucked there on the table for a good half hour. I could feel myself getting close. I told Dana I was getting ready to cum. "Don't pull out!" She told me. I knew I should pull out and I had no idea if Dana was on birth control or not. I was fucking her with my bare cock. There was no time to decide. I arched my back and I blew a load of my seed into Dana's tummy. You should have seen her face when she felt me explode inside her. Dana flexed her pussy muscles and she squeezed my erection. I just kept filling her up with my baby oils. I could almost picture my cream mixing with her fertile eggs. I must have gave Dana five or six good squirts of my cum. I watched as Dana was shaking from all that fucking. I kept stroking her pussy until I finally got soft. I pulled my dick out and watched as my love cream came spilling out of Dana's pussy. It was the hottest thing I had seen in a long time. Dana finally stood up and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later she came back out. We weren't finished, however. I led Dana back to the spare bedroom. I got onto my back and Dana mounted me. I took hold of my cum stained cock and Dana lowered herself onto me. It went so much easier this time around. My cream was still coating her walls. Dana began working up and down on my cock. I was surprised that I was still hard for her. I reached up and took hold of Dana's tits. I squeezed those mounds and my fingers found her nipples. Dana was bouncing up and down my rod and crying out from the fucking she was receiving. I couldn't believe my luck that my cock was inside this hot woman. We went at it hard. I brought my ass up and I met Dana as she dropped down hard onto my erect prick. We went much longer this time around. The result was still the same. I shot more of my seed into Dana. It just seemed like she couldn't get enough of my cock that day. We finished up and Dana was kissing me on the lips. She said that she had been fantasizing about me for a long time. Yes, she had been dressing to try and turn me on. I guess it worked. I made sure I got Dana's phone number so we could set up meeting together. It was difficult at first. My wife and Louise were always around, but I finally was able to get a cheap motel room for us to meet in. I made up some lame excuse to my wife and then drove over to see Dana. It started out with Dana taking me in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down my rod until I was rock hard. We fucked in every position you could imagine that afternoon. I found out that Dana was head over heels in love with me. She said she wanted me to impregnate her, so we could be together forever. Like a fool, I went along with her wishes. I never used a rubber and Dana never got on the pill. I know one day soon I am going to have to ditch my wife and take up with Dana on a permanent basis. I guess you could say her pussy is just so damn addictive.