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Story title : House Sitting

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House Sitting (M+/M, cd, exh, oral, orgy)
by QuietOne (Address withheld by request)

***

A fantasy story in which the protagonist agrees to house 
sit for his girlfriend and is drawn into a rather unusual 
relationship with the young man who is dating his 
girlfriend's teenaged daughter.

***

I suppose I'd always felt a little bit strange about my 
relationship with Barbara, but ever since I met her eight 
months ago, I was strangely drawn to her despite the 
differences in our ages. Granted it wasn't an enormous 
difference but for a young guy like me, fairly fresh out 
of graduate school to be dating a 35-year old woman did 
feel rather odd. We didn't look out of place in public. 
In fact, she was rather young looking for her age, with 
short blond hair and a fabulous figure.

It was I rather who looked out of place, short and skinny 
with a fair complexion. More than a few women at college 
had turned me down for dates because I looked like a kid. 
Barbara didn't seem to care. In fact, she took pains to 
point out to me that it was my wit and intellect that 
initially drew us together. Perhaps she was young for her 
age and I was old, but we hit it off at our first meeting 
and within a few dates we were sleeping together.

More problematic for me was the presence of a teenager in 
Barbara's house. In fact, at 17, Jessica was in many ways 
older than Barbara. She was many things Barbara was not, 
outgoing with an easy laugh, but often moody and 
rebellious. Jessica was a party girl. She liked to drink 
and smoke and she spent lots of time out with her 
boyfriend. She also took particular delight in teasing me 
about my relationship with her mother.

"Jessie" as her mother called her had a wicked smile, 
sharp eyes and occasionally when she'd had a few beers, a 
nasty sense of humor. Still, she was never malicious 
towards me and I had decided I liked her. It was her 
boyfriend that I was somewhat wary of and in retrospect, 
if I had retained my wariness of Mike, my life would be 
much simpler today.

Mike was older, 20, and a big kid. He was six feet tall, 
a former high school athlete and he carried himself with 
the cockiness common among young men his age. With sandy 
blond hair and sharp angular features, Jessica adored him 
and her life revolved around him. He would stop by 
Barbara's house at any time and he enjoyed the attention 
lavished on him by the young girl and to a lesser extent, 
her mother.

He watched with a slight smile as Jessica and I teased 
and poked fun at each other. My relationship with him was 
friendly enough, but I always got the distinct impression 
that he was reluctant to engage me in conversation, that 
he was less than willing to have an open conversation. We 
were rarely around each other when Jessie wasn't present, 
and when she was there, she dominated every conversation.

I had no reason to suspect that my relationship with my 
girlfriend and her extended family would shift in any 
dramatic form or fashion, but it did about six months 
ago. It was when Barbara called to tell me that she and 
Jessie were planning a shopping trip to New York. 
"Great," I laughed. "When do we leave?" 

"No," she replied, the hope was that I'd be willing to 
house sit while the two of them were away. It seemed like 
a simple enough request and the opportunity to get out of 
my cramped apartment for a week seemed appealing. Besides 
she pointed out, you'll be able to use the pool.

At any point, I always seemed to get a kind of visceral 
thrill out of being in someone else's home while they 
weren't there. I agreed and we made plans for me to come 
over and pick up the keys the following Monday. I had the 
week off from work, so visions of kicking back on the 
couch and watching movies for a week seemed like the 
closest I'd come to a vacation in a while.

The house was not large but it was comfortable and well 
decorated. I enjoyed the pool every day between about one 
and four in the afternoon, then would spent the evening 
with rented movies and a beer or two. I was surprised on 
the following Wednesday when the phone rang and it was 
Mike on the other end. Surely I thought to myself he knew 
Jessie and her mom were out of town this week.

He made some small chitchat then got around to the reason 
he'd called. He wanted to come over the following 
afternoon and use the pool. I agreed feeling that turning 
away Jessie's boyfriend was not really an option and 
besides, it might present an opportunity for us to get to 
know each other better.

He showed up the next day around noon with a six-pack of 
beer and a towel slung over his shoulder. We walked out 
back to the pool and he set his belongings on a chaise. 
We engaged in small talk, joking about Jessie and Barbara 
unleashed on the department stores of New York. He 
reached down, cracked open a beer and began to pull off 
his shirt.

"They're cold," he said. "Grab one if you want."

Sitting by the pool shirtless, his physique gave me a 
twinge of jealousy. He was tall and to describe him as 
muscular would have been inadequate. He was ripped, the 
taut lines of his chest and stomach sharply defined. He 
laid back and stretched out in the sun.

For a while, we talked about the things we had in common, 
Jessie and Barbara, sports, anything we could find to 
talk about. At times the conversation seemed strained but 
we were both making an effort so I stayed by the pool and 
continued to talk.

He cupped his hand over his eyes to shield them from the 
sun and squinted at me. "I was thinking about taking a 
swim," he said. "You don't mind if I ditch these shorts, 
do ya?"

At first I didn't comprehend. "Sure, go ahead," I said. 
But as he stood up, I started to wonder. Does he mean 
skinny-dipping, I thought? Holy shit, I think that's what 
he means.

Mike stood up and began to unbutton his cutoff shorts. 
The pool at Barbara's house was built into a hillside and 
bounded on two sides by fences and tall bushes, so it 
wasn't that anyone would see Mike, but still I felt 
uncomfortable with what I thought was about to unfold. In 
one swift motion he slid his shorts and underwear down to 
his ankles and stepped out of them. To say that I was 
shocked was an understatement.

To have this naked man, a boy really, standing in front 
of me contributed to my unease, but what truly struck me 
was the size of his penis.

It was long, thick and sprung from a mass of curly brown 
hair. The bulbous head dangled halfway down his thigh and 
as he walked, it swayed gently in the sunshine. I tried 
to prevent my stare from being drawn to it but I was 
mesmerized. Now, I was not na‹ve. During my life, I'd 
been in plenty of locker rooms and seen plenty of men of 
all shapes and sizes, but for some reason, I don't think 
I'd ever seen anything quite like Mike's cock. 

He walked slowly over to the pool and dipped a foot in 
the water. "Shit," he gasped. "I think I've gonna have a 
few more beers and let the water warm up before I get 
in." He walked back over to the chaise and I quickly 
shifted by stare to the ground. Mike laid down on his 
back, splayed a towel over his face to shade himself from 
the sun and stretched out to sun himself.

Safe in the knowledge that he couldn't see me, my gaze 
shifted back to his crotch. He reached down, scratched 
his thigh, then cupped a hand under his cock and laid it 
back across his rippled stomach. The skin on the 
underside was smooth and a light brown color. Convinced I 
was not being observed, I sat brazenly and stared. I 
couldn't take my eyes away.

For what seemed like hours, he simply laid there, his 
stomach gently rising and lowering with each breath. I 
was strangely curious about his body. How did it feel to 
the touch? What did his penis look like when erect?

After some minutes, he pulled the towel away from his 
face and stood up to get another beer. He twisted off the 
top to the bottle and took a long drink. Again, I stood 
and watched, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He 
stopped and looked at me with a strange smile.

"Want another?"

"No, I'm good."

Walking back to sit on the chaise directly across from 
me, Mike splayed his legs at wide angle and leaned back.

"Got anything you want to ask me?"

Puzzled, I looked directly at him. "No," I said. "Why?"

He looked away from me, smiled softly to himself and took 
another long pull from his beer bottle. There were a few 
moments of embarrassing silence before he looked back at 
me squinting and grinning.

"I saw you looking."

"Looking?"

"At me. At my cock."

I frowned, feigning shock. Turning away, my mind reeled 
with potential answers. Should I tell him he's crazy? 
Should I make a joke and dismiss the remark? Saying 
nothing, I turned to look at Mike. His stare was locked 
on me, watching for how I'd react.

"I...I..." I stammered and finally gave up. "I don't know 
what to say."

"It's okay," Mike said. "I'm not offended. It's not the 
first time I've caught a guy looking at me. My friend's 
kid me all the time about carrying around a snake in my 
pants. I've gotten used to it."

"Well, its certainly impressive," I laughed.

"Yeah, it can be kind of embarrassing when I'm talkin' to 
a good looking girl," he joked. "It starts twitchin' and 
it gets kinda obvious."

I laughed. "God forbid you should get hard," I snorted 
"you probably wouldn't be able to walk."

"Oh man, you should see me," he laughed. Suddenly, Mike 
leaned over and took my hand. "C'mon, I'll show you."

 I suddenly stopped laughing. The situation has shifted. 
Now, were no longer two guys cutting up. He took my hand 
and gently placed it on his cock. Instinctively, we both 
began moving my hand up and down his shaft.

After a moment or two, Mike pulled his hand away, leaned 
back and closed his eyes. I continued to gently stroke 
him. I could feel the veins in his penis start to pulse 
as he slowly began to stiffen. Looking up at him, I could 
see Mike's eyes close and his head began to tilt back.

"Mmmmm..." he murmured.

With a few more strokes, his cock began to thicken and 
protrude from his belly. I stared intently at my hand 
wrapped around the quickly stiffening extension of Mike's 
flesh. A few minutes later it was fully erect, with small 
drops of moisture beginning to emerge from the slit.

I glanced at Mike and saw his eyes begin to open and he 
shifted forward on the chaise. He reached forward with 
his right hand and curled it around the back of my head. 
With a firm pressure, he guided my head towards his 
crotch. Clearly, Mike was not making an urgent request or 
in anyway pleading for me to blow him. He was taking 
charge of the sequence of events and directing me to suck 
his cock. When it came to getting off, Mike preferred to 
use actions rather than words.

Slowly, my face drew closer to the head of his penis. I 
took a few seconds to take in the sight of his throbbing, 
reddening organ. Slowly, the pressure on the back of my 
head began to increase.

"C'mon bitch, suck me," he moaned. It felt odd to be 
referred to by Mike as a female. He'd apparently had a 
history of dominating his sex partners and I would be no 
different.

I extended my tongue and began to run it around the head 
of his penis. I found the smoothness of the skin 
strangely exciting and as the clear pre-come began to 
ooze from the slit, I lapped it up. To my surprise, its 
salty bitterness was palatable and it raised my curiosity 
about what it would taste like to have Mike come in my 
mouth.

From the head, I slid my tongue down the shaft of his 
penis. Instinctively, I gathered saliva in my mouth and 
began to softly wet the length of his cock. Using my 
hand, I tilted it back against his stomach and ran my 
lips and tongue along the underside. From the base, I 
stuck out my tongue and slurped from the bottom to the 
head. It generated an immediate reaction.

"Oh God yeah," he whispered. "Take it, baby, take it all 
the way down. Oh, you fuckin' slut. I wanta bury my cock 
down your throat."

I opened my mouth wide and began to envelop his cock with 
my lips. This was a new sexual experience for me and I 
was sure whether I could actually deep throat him, but I 
was positively pulsing with arousal and determine to 
press the limits. I tried to relax and loosen the muscles 
in my mouth and throat. As I softly deepened his cock's 
penetration into my mouth, I started to gag. Quickly, I 
pulled back. Mike was determined to see me make another 
try.

"Come on, bitch," he said. "I've only had one girl who 
could take it all and I know from looking at you that you 
can be number two. Eat it all. A little slut like you's 
bound to have deep throated lots of guys."

I looked up smiling. "You're my first cock, baby."

"Oh yeah, I got your cherry, didn't I?"

"Uh-huh."

Well, I'm going to teach you, baby. I'm going to train 
you how to do it right," he said, his voice getting deep 
and husky.

I opened my mouth and slipped it back over the head of 
Mike's cock. With my mouth watering, I pushed down 
gently, taking inch by inch of throbbing manhood into my 
throat. As I slowly worked his penis deeper and deeper 
into me, Mike continued talking, urging me on, degrading 
me with dirty names, completely dominating me sexually. 
In moments, I had taken the entire length of his shaft 
into my mouth, his thick tuft of curly, brown pubic hair 
brushing against my lips and nose.

"Shit, baby. This is the best blow job I've ever had."

With Mike's cock still firmly buried in my mouth, I 
looked up to see his reaction. His head was thrown back 
in ecstasy, his beautifully muscled stomach and chest 
heaving with pleasure. But Mike wasn't done.

"Pull off. I want to fuck you," he gasped hoarsely. "I 
want to fuck your pretty face."

I withdrew his cock from my mouth and laid back on the 
chaise. Grabbing his penis with one hand and the back of 
the chaise with the other, Mike slid his leg over the 
opposite side of the chair and straddled my chest.

"Open up," he said. "And get ready 'cuz I'm gonna shoot 
my load all over you."

I reached up and slid my hands from the back of his 
thighs to his tightly muscled ass. I could feel his ass 
harden as he moved forward to thrust his still glistening 
erection into my mouth.

I opened my mouth and felt the head of his cock push in. 
I was no longer gently pleasuring him, this was now Mike 
forcing himself into me. With hard thrusts he pushed his 
penis back and forth in and out of my mouth. To Mike, my 
face was just another cunt. I tried my best to use my 
tongue to pleasure the underside of his saliva-slickened 
member, but I was no longer in control.

I wanted to pull off him and say something, I wanted to 
talk dirty to him like he had spoken to me. I wanted to 
say something that would add to his pleasure, that would 
push him over the edge, but I was no longer in control. I 
had hoped that he would say something before he came, 
give me some warning that I was about to taste a man's 
semen for the first time. But whatever I was feeling has 
no importance to him. He was completed focused on his own 
pleasure, his own orgasm.

The thrusts became harder and rougher. Suddenly, I began 
to feel the muscles in his ass tighten and his cock began 
to throb. In seconds, he pulled out of my mouth and began 
to masturbate only inches away from my face.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. "Stick out your tongue."

I did as he said just as the first spurts of semen began 
to pulse out of his slit. His initial ejaculation was 
nowhere near my mouth. Instead, it shot out in streaks 
across my face, landing drops of come in my hair, across 
my right eye and the bridge of my nose. Then, heavier 
spurts began landing on my tongue and chin.

His output dwarfed any orgasm I'd ever seen or 
experienced before. Continuous spurts of thick, yellowish 
cream oozed out of his cock and into my mouth. When I 
closed my mouth to swallow the bitter, salty jism, he 
continued shooting semen on my cheeks and lips. I opened 
my mouth with and enveloped his cock once more, pulling 
off only to smear the sticky goo across my face.

I looked up to see him smiling down at me.

"Eat it, bitch," he laughed. "Eat my come. Suck down 
every drop to you can't take any more."

As soon as he was drained, he swung his leg back over the 
chaise and stepped back from me, rubbing his face. 
"Fucking incredible" he muttered and walked over to the 
edge of the pool, softly edging himself into the water.

I laid there on the chaise, my brain shifting between 
stunned amazement and sexual excitement. In the jumble of 
all that had just happened, the issue of my own sexual 
release had not been broached by either of us, either 
physically or verbally. I sat up, still incredibly turned 
on, my own member fully erect, still crying out to be 
touched either by myself or anyone. 

I realized how I must look. Shaking, his fluids still 
covering my face and chest. I walked inside the house to 
the bathroom and began cleaning up. I felt ashamed, 
degraded and yet exhilarated. I looked at myself in the 
mirror. I was a mess and yet, I couldn't help but start 
laughing at myself. I also reached down and began 
pleasuring myself as well.

I wasn't sure if I'd be able to look Mike in the eye when 
I left the room, but I knew deep within myself that the 
sequence of events that afternoon had changed me. It 
wasn't as though I suddenly felt a shift in my desires, 
but more that I uncovered in myself a capacity for 
pleasure that I never knew existed. I had watched this 
man and wanted him, but was afraid to admit that to 
myself. He had recognized my desire and forced me to do 
what I wanted to do, but had never given myself 
permission to explore.

I masturbated for 15 or 20 minutes without bringing 
myself to orgasm. I stopped and thought about my next 
step. The one thing I knew is that I wanted to go back 
out to the pool and see him again.

To my disappointment he had dressed and was ready to 
leave. He smiled when he saw me.

"I gotta take off," he said "but I think I'm gonna come 
back and swim some more tomorrow."

"Y... Yeah, sure... I'll be here," I said, feeling a 
little sheepish and unsure.


***

For the next two days, the routine was the same. Mike 
would arrive around noon, we would say hello, but not 
show other signs of affection towards each other. Then 
after some small talk, he would head out to the pool and 
take off his clothes. Within five minutes or so, I'd be 
on my knees in front of him, hungrily pleasuring his cock 
with my tongue.

The only perceptible change in the sequence of events was 
the language he used in talking to me during our 
encounters. His talk became rougher, more condescending, 
he made more of an effort to humiliate and dominate me. I 
became increasingly pliable to him, letting him take the 
lead, complying with his demands, smiling as he made fun 
of my total submission to his sexual pleasure.

He became excited at the idea of messier and messier 
orgasms. When he would ejaculate, it was not enough to 
come in my mouth but he wanted to cover me in his seed. 
The more he attempted to dominate me, the more aroused I 
became. He called me "his bitch" and "the little slut" 
and his "cock whore".

I fully expected him to return the next day and in the 
late morning hours I began to anticipate his arrival, 
listening for his car to pull in the driveway.

He didn't disappoint but this time when Mike pulled up, I 
heard other voices as well. They were male voices, 
laughing, joking and cutting up. I started for the door 
but Mike arrived first, walking in without bothering to 
knock.

"Oh, hi," he said. "I figured you'd be here."

Behind him, three other boys, about the same age as Mike 
began snickering. I felt a shot of adrenaline course 
through my stomach. I assumed Mike had been bragging to 
his friends about our encounters of the past four days. 
What I didn't know was whether they had come with him to 
watch another such episode or do take a more active role.

I saw that he had in his hand three videotapes from the 
local rental store. "I don't think we're gonna swim 
today," he said. "We're gonna go down in the rec-room and 
watch some movies." Slowly a smile crept over his face as 
he walked over and put an arm around my neck. "Why don't 
you join us?"

As we walked downstairs to the basement recreation room, 
I noticed the other three boys each had six packs of 
beer. Mike introduced them as his friends Chuck, Sean and 
Gary. From a physical standpoint, they were clones of 
Mike and he pointed out they were all friends of his from 
his high school football days. In the basement, Barbara 
kept a large television and VCR and Mike wasted little 
time in firing up the tape player and sliding in the 
first videotape.

Rather than a movie, it was instead a tape featuring 
naked and scantily clad women in a variety of situations, 
dancing in a strip club, cavorting in a locker room, 
hiking in the woods, all with little or no clothing. In 
one scene, a particularly luscious blonde snuck into a 
locker room, only to find members of the local football 
team walking in. Instead of running for her life, she 
suggestively took off her clothes and began fellating the 
players.

Amid whoops and hollers from Mike and his friends, I 
looked over to see Mike gently stroking his slowly 
stiffening cock through his jeans. He looked and me and 
smiled.

"Man, that's always been one of my fantasies," he 
laughed, then looking at me and grinning he said loud 
enough for his friends to hear, "Why don't you come over 
here and help make my fantasy more real?"

I was frozen as the realization of what he was asking me 
to do sunk in.

"What... what do you... what are you talking about?"

One of the boys turned down the volume on the TV and they 
all shifted to watch the verbal dance between Mike and 
myself.

"You know what I mean," he said in a stern voice. "Now 
get over here and give it up."

I hesitated only a few seconds but it seemed like an 
eternity. Then, I slowly got up from my chair and walked 
over to stand in front of Mike. The eyes of the others 
were locked on me, watching to see what I would do. I 
knelt down.

I started to reach for the belt on his jeans to undo them 
when he stopped me.

"Uh-uh," he said. "You need to ask my permission first."

There were snickers from the boys in the room, but my 
eyes never left Mike. If this was how he wanted to play 
it, I would play along.

"Please," I said.

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your cock," I replied, turning my 
gaze downward to his crotch.

"You're gonna have to do better than that."

"Please," I said, my eyes closing and my face reddening 
with humiliation. "Please, baby, I want to put your cock 
in my mouth. I want to wet your hard cock with my tongue 
and I want to deep throat it. I want you to bathe me in 
your come."

"What about my friends?" Mike teased. "They're gonna get 
all hot and bothered when they see what you're gonna do 
for me."

"I want to suck them, too," I said. "I want them all to 
use my mouth for a cunt and I want them to shoot their 
load all over me. I want them to cover me with their 
seed. I want a come bath. I want to be your slut." I 
looked Mike in the eyes.

"There's nothing you can't order me to do. Any way you 
want to come, I'll make happen. Any kind of sex you want, 
I'll do. I'll fuck as many men as you tell me to. This is 
my first gangbang and I want it."

My admission was greeted with cheers and clapping from 
the boys in the room. The air was charged with sexual 
tension.

Mike's first order was to fellate him. Slowly, teasingly, 
I undid the front of his jeans and slid his giant, semi 
erect penis into my mouth. I slowly worked up and down 
his cock until it became rock hard, the room was filled 
with the sounds of his moans and with the degrading 
comments of the other boys. When Mike's cock began to 
ooze small bits of come, I pulled my tongue away, 
creating small strings of saliva and semen from the tip 
of his cock to the tip of my tongue. The boys were both 
repulsed and attracted.

"Can the bitch take two at once?" Sean asked, and I 
looked around to see both he and Chuck had their pants 
open and were stroking their erect members.

I turned around to see them take positions on either side 
of me. They stepped incrementally closer until the tips 
of their cocks were nearly touching. I opened my mouth 
wide and swirled my tongue around their shafts, 
alternating between the two.

"I hope you're thirsty, baby," Sean moaned, "because I'm 
gonna give you a load."

"Y'know, if this ain't enough," Mike laughed. "I can get 
on the phone and get some more guys over here."

"No," Chuck added, "I think this slut's gonna be busy for 
a while."

The boys all began stripping off their clothes and I had 
to admit to myself it was a visual treat. All muscular, 
tanned, with rippling chests, washboard stomachs and 
perhaps best of all, tight round asses that flexed as 
they thrust their hard cocks into my mouth. As I fellated 
them I ran my hands over their bottoms and it sent a 
visceral chill through my body.

I had pulled off my shirt and at one point as I was down 
on all fours I could feel someone behind me unbuckling my 
shorts and pulling them and my underwear off in one swift 
motion. I had been deep-throating Gary's long, thick rod 
when suddenly I felt something cold and oily began 
dripping all over my backside.

I looked back to see Mike smearing baby oil all over my 
ass and deep into my crack. I started to protest.

"Wait, let me finish with G..."

"Shut up and keep sucking," he shot back. "You said you'd 
do anything and I'm gonna make you keep your word. I 
ain't leaving here 'till I've fucked something."

It served me right that the first to enter my virgin ass 
would be the one boy with the biggest cock in the room. 
As he entered me, simultaneous waves of pain and pleasure 
shot through me. Mike began to thrust forcefully.

After a few minutes of double penetration, I asked Mike 
if I could change positions. He slowly pulled out and sat 
back on the couch. I stood up and approached him. Facing 
him, I stepped up on the couch and straddled his crotch. 
Slowly, I lowered myself down on his oil-slickened cock. 
My own erect member slowly slid down the front of his 
magnificently muscled stomach. We sat facing each other 
as I rotated my ass on top of his penis.

"Oh yes," he moaned, "Slide up and down on my pole."

As I looked down as him, eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth 
open, I decided to take a chance. I lowered my face to 
his and placed my lips on his open mouth in a deep soul 
kiss. Reflexively, he sucked my tongue into his mouth and 
returned my kiss as I rocked back and forth on his 
crotch. A howl went up around the room.

But Mike didn't care. When it came to his own pleasure, 
his own orgasm, he made no apologies, took no shit from 
anyone and took what he wanted from whatever happened to 
be the object of his desires. At the moment, it happened 
to be me.

That fleeting moment of tenderness was suddenly replaced 
by a desire to take control. Locking his arms around me, 
Mike slowly stood up and bent over, laying on my back 
without pulling out of my ass. He began thrusting in and 
out with a fierce determination.

"C'mon," he said to his buddies, "its time to give this 
slut the come bath she wants."

Quickly, the boys began gathering around, pulling on 
their cocks as they watched Mike pound my reddening ass. 
The sight from my perspective quickened my pulse. Mike 
between my legs pushing into me and three gorgeous 
muscular studs circled around my head ready to coat me 
with their seed.

Chuck was the first to reach orgasm. "Open your mouth, 
bitch" he hissed "I'm gonna cover you in come."

His jism splashed across my hair, face and chin, then 
dribbled in big, stringy drops down onto my cheeks. 
Moments later, Sean and Gary followed suit, heaving great 
musky smelling spurts onto my lips and nose. As their 
cocks continued to ooze, they would lower them to drip 
the last remaining globs of semen directly onto my tongue 
or into my mouth. I was covered with sperm and I could 
feel it running down the sides of my cheeks onto my neck 
and I felt my hair being matted with globs of semen. But 
the best was yet to come.

Mike pulled out from between my legs and moved up to 
straddle my midsection. He was a picture of erotic male 
beauty as he knelt there stroking his erection, muscular 
torso, the lines tightly defined on his chest, his arms 
large and sinewy and that ass. I couldn't see it but I 
could feel its and its hardness made me lose control. 
With the other boy's come coating me, I looked up at him.

"Do it, stud," I pleaded, "shoot it all over me. Don't 
make me beg for your come."

"Do you want to taste it?" he taunted.

"God, I love the taste of your semen!" I cried. "It turns 
me on, God help me but the taste of your come turns me 
on!"

I looked down to see his cock pointed straight at me. He 
threw his head back and uttered a low, guttural moan that 
told me I was about to get the reward I had learned to 
prize so deeply over the past five days.

The first ejaculation sprayed across my lips, nose and 
eyes, then came buckets and buckets of thick, creamy 
sperm. I licked my lips with my tongue and scooped as 
much as I could into my mouth. The only comparison I 
could make was to the porn films I had seen as a 
teenager, but even they could not compare. Mike's 
beautiful cock continued to shoot stream after stream 
into my mouth and onto my face and chest. The come bath I 
had fantasized about was becoming a sticky, gooey 
reality. 

As he dribbled his last drops on to me, he took his still 
erect penis and rubbed it on my face, smearing the jism 
all over me. It was the best of both worlds, the bitter, 
salty taste of his sperm coating the hard, pulsing 
firmness of his cock. I bathed in it, worshipping his 
organ, lapping it with my tongue and inhaling his scent. 
I gloried in the fact that these four beautiful boys were 
watching me, but especially Mike. I wanted to make a 
sloppy spectacle of his orgasm and I did that by using 
his penis to spread his glorious seed all over my face.

Mike's friends were both fascinated and repulsed by what 
they were witnessing. When Mike exhausted himself, he and 
the three boys retreated up the stairs to the pool to 
rinse the remains of the gangbang from their bodies, 
leaving me lying on the rec room floor, spent, panting 
and covered with the juices of all four friends. I was 
unable to move. Still shaking, I sat up, desperately 
using my fingers to spoon the last few collected pools of 
semen into my still hungry mouth.

I got up and started to make my way upstairs to the 
bathroom when I heard the voices of the boys in the 
kitchen.

"So, where did you find this bitch?" Gary asked Mike.

"Friend of Jessie's mom," Mike laughed.

"And you get head any time you ask for it?"

"I don't even have to ask. I just walk into the room and 
this guy hits his knees. It's great."

"Unbelievable. Only you could find a guy like that. Mike, 
you can make some serious cash off this guy."

"We'll see. I'm keeping him pretty busy just me alone 
right now."

Mike told the gathering to go on without him. He planned 
to stay at the house for the night. Then he said 
something that sent chills down my spine.

"This bitch's night is just beginning."

I walked upstairs just as the other boys were pulling out 
of the driveway. Mike looked at me and laughed.

"Jeez, you look like a mess," he said. "Take a shower and 
get cleaned up. You and me got a date tonight."

"Where are we going?"

"Never mind. We better grab something to eat, too. You're 
not going to be getting too much solid food tonight." He 
chuckled to himself and walked into the other room.


***

I showered and dressed quickly, walking back downstairs 
to see Mike splayed out on the sofa, watching a 
basketball game.

"You still haven't told me where we're going tonight," I 
said.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough" he said 
dismissing my curiosity. "Gimme your keys, I'm driving." 
Reluctantly, I reached over to the kitchen counter, 
grabbed my keys and tossed them to him.

"Awright, let's go."

"Now?" I asked. "Kinda early isn't it."

"We've got some work to do," he replied. "Just get in the 
car."

We drove for about 20 minutes to a stretch of road lined 
with strip malls, seedy bars and convenience stores. 
Whatever he had in mind, locating it in this part of town 
didn't help to ease my nerves. I took comfort in the fact 
that I was accompanied by a strapping young guy who could 
kick the ass of most people. I just hoped that Mike felt 
some responsibility for my safety since he was the reason 
I was here in the first place.

We turned a corner and pulled into the parking lot of a 
five-story chain hotel not far from the airport. I was a 
little curious as to why we were stopping here. If it was 
sex Mike had in mind, we had a lot more freedom and a lot 
more privacy at Barbara's house. Why would Mike be 
interested in some romp in an anonymous hotel room?

We parked and went up to a room on the 5th floor. As we 
walked, he tried to laid some of the groundwork for what 
would happen later that evening. I would be introduced to 
a friend of his, he said. Mike's friend would help me get 
ready for the party. Everything would be alright. This 
was a party with some very cool people. Had he ever met 
the people at the party before? Yes, a couple of times 
and he assured me they would be a lot of fun.

I had butterflies in my stomach as Mike knocked on the 
hotel room door. We were greeted by a tall, thin 
flamboyantly gay man who dressed in Capri pants and a 
sleeveless blouse. The man greeted Mike with an easy 
familiarity.

"Michael!" he shouted. "I was wondering when you'd come 
back to party again?"

Mike ushered me in and quickly closed the door. The hotel 
room had an open door connecting to an adjacent room but 
I could see who or what it contained. Mike introduced me 
to his friend who went by the name of Jasmine. Then, he 
began to explain what was happening.

"Jasmine, this is my friend and he's going to be my date 
at the party tonight," he began. "And I want him dressed 
to impress."

"Has your friend ever been to one of our parties before?" 
Jasmine asked.

"No." Mike turned to me and said in a voice that sounded 
more like an order than anything "what you're going to do 
is to dress up as a woman. I've asked Jasmine to do 
everything she can to make you look as good as possible. 
She'll help you and she'll tell you what to do, how to 
act and how to talk. If we do this right, I think we're 
both in for a night like you've never seen before." He 
grinned and look sheepishly down at the floor.

"Are you ready to do this for me?"

I'll do whatever you want."

"Just call down to the bar and tell me when you're 
ready," he said. "I'll come back up here and pick you 
up."

With that he quickly left the room and Jasmine and I were 
left together. She ushered me over to a mirror and 
pointed me around to look at myself.

"You're thin, you've got high cheekbones and feminine-
looking features. Girl, I'm gonna make you into a 
knockout. Every man in the room is gonna want you."

"I've never done this before," I said exhaling nervously.

"Just do what I tell you," Jasmine laughed.

For the next three hours I sat in a chair as Jasmine 
plucked, tweezed and shaved me. She combed my hair back 
and covered my scalp with a tight nylon cap. She applied 
make-up to my face with the deft expertise of years of 
experience, all the time gently instructing, teaching and 
probing me about what type of persona I planned to adopt.

"You need to figure out a good name for yourself," she 
said. "One that makes you feel good, makes you feel 
pretty and makes you feel sexy."

"Gee, I haven't really thought about it," I said. "I've 
always thought Gina was a sexy name for a girl. Or 
Jennifer, that's a cool name. No... I know the name I 
want to use. It's Jamie. I knew a Jamie once in college 
and she was really young and beautiful and sexy. She got 
lots of attention from the guys and even though I was a 
little jealous of her, I always wanted to have sex with 
her."

Jasmine agreed and with that I suddenly became Jamie, 
Mike's date for the evening. When my makeup was complete, 
she guided me into the other room where the walls were 
lined with racks of women's clothing. Now came the 
decision about what to wear.

"I've always thought women's evening gowns were really 
sexy," I said. "Something really classy and kind of 
clingy."

"And it can hide a multitude of problems," Jasmine 
laughed.

We looked through the racks to find something 
appropriate. A beaded white evening dress with a high 
collar, exposed shoulders and a low cut back. Jasmine 
outfitted me with the appropriately padded undergarments 
to give my hips a bit of a curve, then she inserted two 
water-filled breasts, complete with artificial nipples 
into the front of the gown. I stepped into it and she 
zipped me up. It was tight around the hips, tummy and 
chest, but I felt snug and secure. The skirt was slit up 
the side and cut loosely enough that I could walk 
comfortably. She then dove into her closet and found a 
giant pair of white heels and I put them on my feet. I 
felt statuesque but a little unsteady on my feet.

"Walk around a little and get used to the balance," she 
suggested "you'll be walking with a swing in your hips in 
no time."

We walked back into the other room and faced the most 
important dilemma of the evening: hair. She had dozens of 
wigs in all shapes and styles. My choice would have to 
complement my dress and my face. I tried several shades 
and styles, brown, black, blonde. Then, I tried on a wig 
with straight hair shaped in a forward cut that framed my 
face. It was a deep, sexy shade of red and we both 
immediately knew we'd found our choice. After a bit of 
combing and shaping, I was ready to step back and look in 
the full-length mirror.

I stepped out of the chair and stood up to look at myself 
as others would see me. The effect was breathtaking. I 
clingy white dress curving around my ass and up across my 
torso. The sheer fabric hugged my body and the soft, full 
breasts protruded from my chest, the nipples sticking out 
wantonly.

It was both arousing and it looked good, there were no 
telltale bulges from my crotch. Everything was neatly 
tucked away and I began to wonder if I could actually 
pass for a woman. I turned to Jasmine with a look that 
fairly begged for approval. I felt like a teenage girl 
getting ready for her first prom date.

"Mmmm..." Jasmine murmured. "You're the hottest looking 
woman I've ever seen! I can't wait until Mike gets a look 
at you."

She phoned down to the bar and asked the bartender to 
tell Mike to come up to the room. When he arrived, even 
he was taken aback by what he saw.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Let's not go the party. I may just 
keep you keep you here and fuck you all by myself."

"No, no," Jasmine scolded. "We've been working up here 
for three hours. You're gonna take 'Jamie' here 
downstairs and show her off."

I took a deep breath and exhaled as Mike opened the door 
and escorted me out into the hallway. I wasn't sure how I 
would react when the first stranger looked at me. If it 
was a man and he cringed or turned away, I figured I 
would bolt for the room. But as we approached the 
elevator, two couples stood waiting. They looked at Mike 
and myself and smiled. No curious stares, no snide 
remarks. If they suspected I was a man, they were too 
polite to say anything.

"That's a beautiful dress," one of the women said, 
breaking the silence.

I consciously raised the pitch and timbre of my voice and 
whispered, "Thank you."

"If I had your figure, I'd love to wear something like 
that," she said, smiling. "But if there's one thing I 
don't have, it's your figure."

We smiled and entered the elevator.

"If you had her figure," her husband joked, "we'd be 
headed back to the room." Everyone in the elevator 
snickered, Mike included. He looked at me and smiled. I 
had passed my first test.

The elevator doors parted and we walked into a lobby 
crowded with people. "Are all these people here for the 
party?" I asked. Mike said some were and some weren't.

As we walked down the hallway to the ballroom, I saw the 
sign that gave me my first clue as to the nature of 
tonight's celebration. 

It said, "Welcome to the Satyrs Social Club 
Extravaganza."

"Is this some kind of a swing club?" I asked.

Mike just looked at me and smiled. "Its okay," he said, 
"just watch and enjoy yourself. We're just gonna go with 
the flow and do whatever we feel like doing."

We walked up to the registration table where a man sat 
behind a large banquet table.

"Names?"

"My name is Mike and this is Jamie." Mike started to pull 
out his wallet but the man looked me up and down 
leeringly and stopped him.

"No, that's okay," he said. "Since you brought her with 
you I think we'll let you two in for free. We'd like her 
to come back."

Mike chuckled as we walked in. "That dress just saved me 
$150 bucks."

The room was dark with flashing lights and pulsing dance 
music. Mike and I headed for the bar and got drinks. It 
was early but already the atmosphere in the room was 
sexually charged. People were checking each other out, 
cruising the room for prospective partners for later in 
the evening. Every so often, a man would look at me and 
smile suggestively. A few crude bastards even flicked 
their tongues out at me.

We stopped and chatted a few times with other couples, 
mostly making small talk, compliments and a few times 
promising to circle back with each other later in the 
evening. After a few glasses of wine, I was beginning to 
feel buzzed. Mike and I slow danced a couple of times, 
then walked over to a corner and sat on a big, soft 
couch.

In the flashing lights and haze I could see other couples 
in make out sessions. Some women had their shirts open, 
their breasts exposed. On the dance floor, two women had 
stripped down to their bras and panties and were dancing 
suggestively with each other. Mike leaned over to my ear 
and whispered.

"Why don't we get this party jump started?"

I looked at him with curiosity.

"I want you to kneel down in front of me and suck my 
dick."

I was shocked. Sex with Mike by the pool with no one 
watching or even sex with Mike and his friends was one 
thing, but what he wanted now was public sex. Sex that an 
entire room full of hundreds of people could see. He had 
degraded me in private. Now, he wanted to do it with an 
audience. Slowly, I lifted myself off the couch and 
lowered myself to my knees between his legs. Mike began 
smiling.

As I had done any number of times over the previous week, 
I began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. This 
time as I did it, a crowd of people began to gather and 
watch. Mike loved it.

I slowly made love to his penis with my mouth and tongue. 
I could feel his erection growing in my mouth. I could 
hear the observers shouting to their friends over the 
music.

"Look at the size of that guy."

"Yeah, looks like his girlfriend knows exactly what to do 
with it, though."

"Jeez, I wish my girlfriend could suck cock like that."

I pushed Mike's organ deeper and deeper into my throat 
until I had completely deep-throated him. From behind me 
I could hear whoops and cheers and then suddenly, 
applause. It was a live sex show and Mike and I were the 
stars.

I continued fellating him for about 15 minutes when he 
leaned forward and whispered to me. "I'm not gonna come 
just yet" he said "I want to watch you blow somebody else 
before you finish blowing me."

Mike stood up and started buckling his pants. The small 
crowd applauded and began to disperse. One muscular young 
man in his 20's walked up to Mike and said "you and I 
need to talk." Another woman who appeared to be in her 
early 40's approached me. "Men always like to watch blow 
jobs," she said, "especially if they're from a woman who 
looks like you. You're gonna have guys following you 
around this room all night."

Mike told me to wait and walked off into the crowd. 
Moments later I could see him making his way towards me 
with a tall, black man in tow.

He was intimidating to look at, but the man broke into a 
wide grin when Mike introduced him to me.

"This is Miles," Mike said. "I told him you wanted to 
party with him."

"What an exquisite creature," Miles purred. "Young lady 
you are absolutely lovely." Miles was charming but 
something of a lounge lizard. He was big, though. By my 
estimate he must have been 6'5" or 6'6" and weighed more 
than 250 pounds. He dressed in a stylish pair of slacks 
and an expensive short-sleeved shirt, Armani or Feraud by 
my guess. He had muscular arms and a thick chest. I could 
imagine him lifting weights or working out in some 
fashion. He extended his arm to escort me over to the 
couch. He was rock solid to my touch.

We chatted for a few minutes then Miles drew closer. 
"Mike tells me you're an expert in the art of giving oral 
pleasure," he said. "I'm an expert in the art of 
receiving it."

I smiled.

"My dear," he said. "I think the two of us are about to 
engage in an episode so erotic, this crowd is going to be 
knocked on its collective ass."

"How intriguing," I said. "I'm ready when you are."

He motioned for another man to come over and Miles 
whispered in his ear.

"Jamie, darling," Miles said "as much as I would like to 
make this couch the stage for our encounter. There is a 
venue that is much more suitable to your beauty and your 
skills."

He took me by the hand and led me over to the dance floor 
where people began parting to accommodate our entrance. 
When we reached the center of the floor, I saw and odd 
contraption that appeared to be a combination weight 
bench and examining table in an ob/gyn's office. In the 
center there was a gently slanting incline board that was 
heavily padded.

Miles directed me to seat myself on the board and place 
my feet on a pair of footrests near the bottom. As I 
adjusted my dress to make myself more comfortable, Miles 
disappeared into the crowd and I began to notice people 
had stopped dancing and were watching me.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice boomed over the 
loudspeaker. "Let me direct your attention to the dance 
floor where a young lady who is making her first 
appearance at our little gathering is about to give us 
the show of her life."

Miles appeared a short time later in a bathrobe and music 
with a hypnotic, techno beat began to spill from the 
sound system.

We smiled at each other as he proceeded to remove his 
robe in front of the entire gathering. What I saw fairly 
knocked me out of the chair. Miles appeared to be the 
owner of the largest male penis I, or to my guess anyone 
else in that room, had ever seen. You could choose your 
adjective: enormous, prodigious, pendulous. It was a 
thickly veined club swinging distended from his crotch. I 
could hear women in the crowd gasping at the sight.

He walked over to me and whispered words of reassurance 
but I couldn't really tell you what they were. My head 
was spinning with the prospect of giving head to this 
monstrous cock. It was so thick I wasn't sure if I could 
fit my hand around it, let alone fit it into my mouth. 
This would be a challenge.

Miles lifted one leg and straddled the bench, his crotch 
facing me directly at eye level. I looked up at him to 
see him smiling with a mixture of pride in his own 
physical gifts and disdain for this woman who was about 
to so publicly make love to his penis. I had seen that 
look before in Mike's eyes. This was a man who wanted to 
be pleasured in the most servile way.

I reached up and took his member in both hands and moved 
it towards my face. I opened my mouth and began swirling 
my tongue around the enormous head. I could feel his cock 
pulsing in my hand. I ran my tongue along the underside 
down to his balls and began to nuzzle them with my nose 
and tongue.

Slowly, I stuck out my tongue and drew a long, wet line 
of saliva up the underside of his cock to the head. I 
opened my mouth wide and plunged the head into my mouth. 
My mouth was watering, a mixture of saliva and Miles' 
juices began to drip down the sides of my chin and onto 
my beautiful dress. Carefully, I pulled off of his rod, 
extending my tongue so that soft strings of semen 
stretched from my lips to the slit of his penis. Shouts 
began to come from the crowd.

"Yeah, baby."

"Suck it, bitch."

"Girl, that man is gonna come all over you."

The voice came over the loudspeaker again. "She's proved 
she can take it, ladies and gentlemen, but the question 
is whether she can take it all? Can little Jamie swallow 
every inch of this big, hard cock?"

The cheer from the crowd went up immediately. "Yeah!" 
they cried. "Take it all, take it all, take it all."

I looked up at Miles. "I want to lean my head back and 
have you fuck my mouth from above," I said. "If we do 
that I should be able to deep throat you."

He laughed, "You're a confident little bitch aren't you?"

Miles reached up and lowered the incline bench until it 
was nearly flat. I was able to drop my head off the edge 
of the bench and tilt back. Miles walked around to the 
other side of the bench.

"Take it slow," I said. "I don't want to choke to death 
on your cock."

I cleared my mind and began to mentally shut out 
everything around me and concentrate on Miles' cock. 
Slowly, he entered my mouth and began to push inch by 
inch into my waiting throat. I focus on relaxing my 
throat muscles and accepting this giant baton of warm, 
pulsing flesh into my body. In slow, incremental thrusts, 
he moved into me deeper and deeper. I became aware of the 
catcalls of the audience.

After what seemed like hours but was only minutes, Miles 
stopped. His balls were flush with the bridge of my nose 
and I suddenly realized that I had taken the entire 
length of his hot, steaming shaft. I discovered that he 
was even able to move his hips back and forth in a 
gentle, fucking motion without any discomfort on my part. 
He began to gently fuck my mouth, to the utter amazement 
of the crowd.

Slowly, Miles withdrew to thunderous applause. He walked 
back over to the other side of the bench and straddled my 
chest again. Pulling the bench back up to its 45-degree 
angle, I resumed the slavish tonguing of his cock. I ran 
my hands over his magnificent ass and began to feel his 
muscles tighten. I knew it wouldn't be long now.

I pulled back to look at his beautiful cock. Wet with 
saliva, it glistened in the lights and I began to 
anticipate his orgasm. I ran my tongue under the head and 
along the shaft. With a little more, I could push him 
over the edge.

When Miles finally experienced orgasm, it was like 
nothing I'd ever seen before. A deluge of semen began 
spurting from his cock onto my face and hair. Miles came 
like other guys pissed. A solid stream of thick, white 
jism coating my nose, cheeks and chin. I put my hands up 
in mock protest but he wasn't close to finishing. He 
reached down and took my hand, spilling a thick load into 
my palm. Sensing what he wanted, I hungrily lapped it up.

Miles pulled me up off the bench and forced me onto the 
floor on all fours. To my amazement, he paused in mid 
orgasm, then resumed, spilling his seed all over the 
exposed flesh of my backless dress. He finished off with 
a few final spurts in my hair. I then rolled over and lay 
on my back on the floor. Miles stood above me, squeezing 
the last precious drops of his semen into my waiting 
mouth.

I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the most erotic moment 
of my life. Covered with Miles' seed, I fairly shook with 
joy and excitement. I had taken on the biggest cock 
anyone had ever seen. I was the best. No one could suck 
cock like me and I reveled in my power.

Just then, I began to feel another warm sticky load 
oozing down onto my body. I looked up to see a crowd of 
men around me, their cocks all hard and extended. I had 
not seen my last male orgasm of the night, not by a long 
shot.

"Come on boys," I giggled, "give me your best shot. If I 
walk out of here without a part of my body covered in 
sperm, it won't be my fault!"

I sat up and stuck out my tongue to give them a target. 
One by one, the men stepped in front of me and shot their 
loads. Strings of dripping semen began to fall from my 
cheeks and chin. Some fell short and coated my chest and 
arms. From the back, I could feel men shooting their 
loads on my back and into my hair. It was the most 
extraordinary come bath anyone had ever seen.

After about 10 minutes, I struggled to stand up, my 
entire face and body a thick, sperm-covered mess. I 
looked around for Mike to see him standing in a corner 
laughing at me.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice on the loudspeaker 
said, "that has to be the most amazing performance one 
woman has ever put on for us." Loud applause broke out. 
"Let's have a big hand for Jamie, the Cock-Sucking Sperm 
Queen!"

As I walked through the crowd over to Mike, people parted 
to make way for me. No one wanted to touch me or brush 
against me. The women turned their heads and the men made 
lewd remarks.

"Did you get a chance to get off too?" I asked Mike.

"No, I figured I'll have plenty of chances."

"Did you enjoy the little show I put on for you tonight?"

"Yeah, that's why I guess you won't mind putting out for 
somebody here tonight so they'll give you a ride home?"

"What?"

Mike smiled maliciously. "You heard me, slut. I'm taking 
the car, you find your own way home."

I started to panic as he turned to walk away. "Mike, 
wait... I only did this for you! I thought this was what 
you wanted."

"I did. But that doesn't mean you don't need to be 
punished for what you did," he said laughing as he 
disappeared out the door into the darkness of the parking 
lot.

I stood there in the middle of the hotel lobby, wearing 
fake breasts and a woman's evening dress, having spent 
the last hour pleasuring literally dozens of men, my 
entire body covered with musky-smelling semen, and now 
facing the prospect of making my way home on my own.

I walked into the ladies room and began cleaning myself 
up as best I could. An older woman in her mid-40's walked 
in smiling, watching me as I wiped layer upon layer of 
men's spunk from my face and body. Slowly she laid a 
business card on the counter next to me. "You're good," 
she said, "really good. You know how to please a man and 
you obviously have no sense of dignity. A woman whose 
willing to degrade herself in front of a room full of men 
can make a lot of money. I can help make you rich."

I looked at her, "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever heard the Japanese word Bukkake?"

"No."

"It's an ancient ritual very close to what you did in 
there tonight. In ancient Japan, when a woman dishonored 
her husband or her village, she was taken to a public 
place, stripped, forced to kneel down and all the men in 
the village would masturbate on her. Dozens of men, 
sometimes hundreds. Sometimes they'd shoot their loads 
into a bowl and force her to drink it. Meanwhile, 
everyone in the village would watch and make catcalls. It 
was something very close to the little performance you 
put on in there tonight."

I looked on in stunned silence. Slowly I was beginning to 
make the connection.

"Some women like you get off on it," she said. "My 
business is to provide women for modern day rituals like 
that. You'd be surprised what some men would pay to watch 
a woman like you get covered in sperm by dozens of men. 
Business clubs, swing clubs, the local high school or 
college football team. I know women like you are willing 
to eat a lot of come, and I can make a lot of money off 
that. Interested?"

"I...I don't know...I."

"Think about it. I can put together a party with about a 
dozen guys this weekend. Not jerks either, cute guys with 
big cocks and lots of money to spend. Send me a picture 
and I'll circulate it. I know a lot of guys who'd love to 
come all over you."

The woman came closer.

"Admit it. You'd love that wouldn't you. I bet you're 
getting wet just thinking about it, aren't you?

"I don't know...yes, I guess."

"Yeah, I'll bet you like it. You like how come tastes and 
feels, don't you. You love it when a big strong man 
shoots a big load in your mouth."

"Uh-huh," I was breathing heavier and heavier. The woman 
was touching a place deep in my psyche and she knew it. 
She turned to walk away, but paused to look at me from 
the door.

"C'mon, baby, call me," she taunted. "If you want to be a 
whore, I can make it happen. I'll have men lining up to 
fuck a little come slut like you."

When I finished I re-applied my makeup and lipstick and 
started out the ladies room door, through the lobby. 
Dozens of people were milling there, and each stared at 
me as I walked through the front door to the street.

I waited and watched for a moment. Two young men in their 
20's were making their way out of hotel bar to the 
parking lot. Mustering my courage and as much sway as I 
could in my walk, I strutted over to them.

"Hey boys," I purred, "you looking for a party?'

"Sorry honey," one of them said, "but I just spent most 
of my money in the bar."

Not letting up, I stepped closer. "That's okay," I said. 
"I'm just looking for two big, strong men willing to give 
a girl a ride home in exchange for the best blow job 
they've ever had."

"The best, huh?"

I stepped closer and began stroking one of the men's 
rapidly thickening cocks through the front of his jeans.

"Baby, I'll bet you I've sucked a couple dozen cocks over 
the past five days and I ain't had a complaint yet."

"You've had a busy week," he laughed. "What's your 
secret?"

"I bet your girlfriend won't let you come on her face, 
will she?"

"You got that right."

"Well, baby," I whispered, mustering up all the sexy, 
feminine charm I could, "you can come wherever you want 
with me. You can shoot it in my mouth, you can come on my 
face, you can shoot your load in my hair, anywhere you 
want. The one thing I know is that I can get you off 
better than any girl you've ever met."

"Why don't you get in the car?"

One of the men slid in beside the wheel, while the other 
got into the back seat with me. As we pulled out of the 
parking lot, he opened the front of his pants and 
unzipped his fly. With the other hand, he pushed my head 
down to his crotch. Amazingly, I was getting turned on 
and felt myself anxious to taste sperm again...

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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