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Friday night is boys Poker night

5/6/2011

I didn’t usually meet my new guy on a Friday. We met on an adult web site so the usual politeness of chit
chat before copulating didn’t occur much after the first
night. It was dirty and sometimes rough but I always went
home satisfied after our sessions. We may not have talked much before we got down to it, but we
had a drink and talked about how we had enjoyed each other
and what our desires were after each ‘date’ and what
we would like to do next time. Instead of dampening the desire
as you knew what was planned for the next ‘sex trip’,
it increased the excitement as we pushed each others boundaries
a little more. So when I got a text to say he was free on Friday could we meet?
I was a little surprised as we had nothing planned and so
I thought he was bringing our next session in early – it
was exciting and a little nerving as it was only a few days
before we had met. I liked the tension and build up each week
to come round to the next adventure. I was a little unsure
as to whether I was ready to meet so soon. I had a busy executive life and one late night – well all
night fucking – was as much as I thought I could handle.
However, it was a Friday night and I had the weekend to recover
before going back to the office and agreed to meet. We had discussed that next week I was to arrive by taxi. I
was to be wearing a corset that had quarter cups so my 34E
firm breasts were exposed and showed my enormous long erect
nipples. Sussies and stockings were a norm, but this week
was to be with a maids uniform on, very high heels and very
sheer panties that showed my perfect naked slit. I had a
clit that always normally protruded my outer labia but
when aroused and swollen it pushed my lips open which allowed
my pussy to dribble noticeably wetting my panties. I was
aroused by him and I was always wet and horny. So, I found a costume on the internet, ordered it and it arrived
the next day. I made a couple of modifications and I was set
to go – next week! He left what he had planned as a part of
the excitement but I now knew the general format . I expected
to play the naughty maid who got her bottom spanked for doing
something wrong – or serving him whilst he fucked my pussy
with his free hand or penetrated me with something off his
plate. Usually, as the days drew closer to our date, my mind would
be racing with anticipating thoughts as to what he would
do to me. I was single, he was divorced – so all was above board.
Just we had got to an age where we preferred to live alone
for the rest of the week with our busy schedules. Friday came around quickly. I decided to take the afternoon
off and go to my regular beauty therapist and be waxed all
over and have a luxurious massage so my skin would be soft
and fragrant but not perfumed. I took my time getting dressed. I wanted to look uber sexy
– but not tarty – it wasn’t me anyway. I got really
wet as I got into the outfit and my body tingled from the massage.
I looked good. I put a coat on and was ready when my taxi arrived. I took my
bag of toys with me and a lipstick – my only necessities.
I tried not to look at the driver as I’m sure I give myself
away yet our eyes caught on several occasions – could
he know what I was wearing under my coat or was he lusting
for me himself? I blushed and he tried to make conversation
but I closed my eyes excusing myself saying I had had a long
day – but all wanted to do was to think of what John had planned
for me that night. It was a 40 minute drive and I wanted every
moment to these erotic thoughts. We pulled into John’s drive, it had one of those central
circles and lights that came on when you entered. It was
detached with a pool and large garden. He was waiting for me as usual, we both liked punctuality
– part of the jobs we did I guess. He opened the taxi door
for me and paid the driver as I walked towards the door. The
taxi left. I thought I heard voices inside, but put it down to the TV.
John caught me up and we entered the house together and he
ushered me into the snug. It had been a place where the sofa
had had its springs tested on many occasions before but
I was surprised by this tonight I was expecting to be shown
directly into the kitchen. I started to unbutton my coat ‘Listen hun, the boys have
shown up after all for a poker game and have already settled
themselves in for the night, I didn’t know what to do’
he looked quite dismayed. My coat opened and I let it slip
to the floor ‘ you were already on your way and didn’t
know whether to call you or not…………… holy shit’
and he quickly looked me up and down and then stared ‘ phew
– you look amazing – wow………’ I started to feel
a bit under dressed if he had company and bent down to pick
up my coat off the floor. My very short skirt exposed my ass
and he ran his fingers between my legs – I was so aroused
and soaking wet and I saw his penis swell in his pants. He took my coat from me and threw it over the armchair ‘I
have to have you right now’ and he put his arms around me
from behind and eased me over to the sofa. With one hand still
holding me around my waist he got me positioned so I was kneeling
on the sofa, he gently pushed my legs apart with his knees,
side stepped my thong, unzipped his pants and slipped into
my pussy. For a second he paused feeling the heat of me and
then fucked me furiously ramming his 8” cock deep inside
me. I moaned with pleasure as he took deep strokes holding
me in position whilst he took pleasure of me. It was a good
feeling to be wanted so badly and to turn him on so ardently.
It was over quickly and as usual we both groaned loudly as
he shot his cum inside me. Slightly flushed in the face he
stepped back and admired me. When I got up I could see that
the door was still halfway open. I pointed to the door and
we both giggled. ‘Will you stay the night?’ he asked, ‘you can meet
the boys and look after us , after all your dressed for service’
he smiled ‘ and I will look after you when they go home to
their wives’. ‘Dressed like this?’ I gestured. ‘The boys will love it and think I’m the luckiest bastard
in the world. It will also give them something in their pants
to take home to their wives’ he roared with laughter ‘but
they will probably have to jerk it off in their bathrooms’.
‘Ok, but I will put on my coat to meet them and then take
it off in the bathroom, I can feel you running down my legs
right now and need to clean myself up’. I took a deep breath and we walked through the hall into the
lounge. I had a pretty face, blonde hair and deep blue eyes
with curves all in the right places, so I was sure that I would
not disappoint them. My long legs in high heels made me almost
6’ tall and they were trim in sheer black stockings. The
skirt on my outfit showed them right up to the top in all their
glory and showed my sussies. There was a short silence as I entered the room and then gentleman
as they were, smiled and winked at me as their faces beamed
with knowing smiles. I blushed. I was introduced to the
four that sat around the table. The youngest was in his forties
– the oldest I would guess in his sixties. All were obviously living the good life, open necked fine
cotton shirts and belted pants – their sports jackets
neatly folded around the room over chairs. ‘Jessie has agreed to serve us with drinks and look after
us all night – is that ok boys?’ he asked. The oldest in the group gestured for me to sit on his knee
‘ fine with me’ he smiled and the others all said it was
great with them. I excused myself and went to the bathroom when I wiped John’s
cum away tasting it first and douched myself - I looked in
the mirror and said to myself I was going to have a long wait
before I got my pleasure that night, but I thought, it was
always worth the wait, I had been promised. I applied my red lipstick and hung my coat on the back of the
door. I went through the hall and into the kitchen without
the boys seeing me. John had said he had got some food in so I started about making
some snacks for the boys to nibble on. My nipples were rock hard and protruded out through the
thin muslin that covered them. I tried rubbing them roughly
to get them down a little but it just made them worse, harder
and deeper pink. I was so aroused and needed attention. I got myself a glass
of ice cold Champagne from the fridge and downed it in one
and poured another. I loved Champagne, it really made me
happily high and allowed me to quickly lose my inhibitions
and I knew dressed the way I was I would need some Dutch courage.
I was on my third glass and the champagne was having it’s
desired effect on me. John shouted from the lounge where the poker table had been
set up ‘everthing ok hun? The boys are getting a bit low
on drinks, will you fix us up?’ The lounge, was open to the dining room, which was open to
the kitchen in an L shape, which meant I was out of view from
the table. I could hear from the banter that I was the topic
of conversation. I allowed myself a little clitoral self
stimulation getting a little of what I so needed. My lower
abdomen ached with desire. A few minutes later John came into the kitchen. I could see
from the bulge in his pants he was aroused again. I had my
back to him and he came up behind me. His hands went around
my waist and up to my breasts where he pinched my already
hard nipples. I yelped as he pinched me hard and felt a surge
in his pants as he thrust his hips hard against my ass. He
ran his hand down onto my thighs and back over my ass pushing
up the white trimmed short skirt revealing my naked ass
apart from a thin strip of sheer fabric of my thong running
up my crack. ‘I want you here, again, right now’ he whispered
as he nibbled my ear and slipped his fingers down and between
my legs. Gosh it was good and I wanted him again, I needed
satisfying so badly. Again he spread my legs, the high heels
giving me the height for him to penetrate me and he played
with my clit, teasing me. He told me the boys liked me instantly and were very aroused
at hearing us fucking in the snug, after seeing me, it had
got them all wanting to be him and slipping their cocks inside
me. I felt myself blush yet my body responded with desire
and excitement. He let a subtle laugh out in my ear and I felt
him rising in his pants to my desire. He eased my head down
over the central workstation, got his penis out and again
slide into my eagerly awaiting pussy. He roughly pulled
down the muslin covering my breasts and purposely squeezed
my nipples hard to hear me yelp again. He held me in this position
and rammed himself hard fucking me at times taking my breath
away at the ferocity. I moaned and asked for more forgetting
we had company engrossed in the moment, my desire blinding
out all other thought but that of sexual pleasure. I was
not the quietest of girls during sex, but I never gave it
a second thought after the first couple of minutes. It must have been several minutes we were locked like this
when I heard a chair pushed back in the lounge. I went to get
up in case someone came into the kitchen but John held me
firm and thrust harder into me. I could feel he was about
to cum when Chris – the youngest guy walked in on us. He
apologized and went to walk back out but John said ‘no
it’s ok, nearly done, you know where the beers are’
and nodded towards the fridge – still holding me and not
breaking his rhythm. Chris watched us as he slowly walked
over to the fridge as John groaned his second cum into me.
I could see that it aroused Chris to watch and he gazed longingly
at my hard exposed nipples and ripe firm breasts held in
Johns large hands. With John still firm inside me I expected
Chris to leave the kitchen with his beer but he didn’t.
Without taking his eyes off my breast he moved to the other
side of the workstation and passed a beer to John. He was
in reaching distance of my breasts now and our eyes met.
He licked his lips and was about to say something, but no
words came. I felt John finally go limp but he still held me in position.
He had let go of my nipples to take the beer and they were a
little sore. There was a bottle of extra virgin olive oil
just in front of me and Chris looked at for a split second
and then straight to my breasts. ‘You should be more gentle John’ he said, ‘Jessie’s
nipples look a bit red to me’. ‘ Yeah, when you have a tight wet pussy like Jessies’
here, I get a bit carried away’. He kissed my neck tenderly
and picked up the olive oil poured some into his hands and
started to massage it into my breasts slowly and erotically
teasing Chris watching him enjoy the scene. John lifted
me up so I faced Chris and made it so erotic I let myself enjoy
the attention with Chris obviously getting aroused. ‘John, come on its your hand now, we’re waiting for
you’ came the shout from the lounge. John slipped out
of me and I felt my pussy wet with cum dribble down my thighs
and my breasts soaked in oil. I should have known what was coming next but it still took
me by surprise ‘why don’t you finish of massaging Jessies’
breasts for me Chris – that’s ok with you isn’t it
hun’ and he walked out to the card table zipping up his
flies glancing over his shoulder and winking at me before
he disappeared. Before I could answer Chris had olive oil
all over his hands which were already squeezing my breasts
in the way John just had. I felt myself tingle as his hands stroked over me, he was
quite an attractive man. I leant backwards over the central
workstation giving him full access to the girls and enjoyed
Chris’s caresses. I felt the heat rising in my groin again
and then Chris started sucking my nipples. Fuck it felt
good, after all John had given Chris his blessing to help
himself hadn’t he? All part of the service I thought to
myself as I let my free hands spread my labia and fingered
my clit as Chris sucked hard and frantically like a mad man
Chris’s hands started to wander down with his head still
buried in my breasts. My nipples were very sensitive and
I could feel my juices and John’s cum now oozing out of
me down my thighs. As Chris’s hands started to move from
my buttocks around the front to my inner thighs I started
to protest and tried to push him gently away to stop. Well
permission to massage my breasts was one thing, feeling
me up with another mans cum still wet between my legs was
another. I must have muttered no at some point when John
called ‘you ok hun, Chris making you happy?’ I heard
a chuckle as Chris pushed my hands away and plunged two fingers
into my pussy and I let out a ‘oh yeah’, mmmm oh yeah,
feels good’. Oh yeah, this was exciting, my man in the
other room whilst being finger fucked by another, more
I whispered in his ear, more, more, more. He had good damn
hands and then started to massage my clit which made me close
my eyes and pull him towards me to suck my breasts harder
now engrossed in the growing orgasm I was getting. Again
I lost myself in desire and although I was oblivious to the
taunts from the other room created from my moaning, Chris
was driven further by it. Chris stopped, took my hand and led me to the wicker sofa
in the kitchen. He took a cushion and put it on the floor at
my feet sat me down and pushed me back into the sofa, quickly
and deftly removed my thong and spread my legs wide open.
He lifted my legs over his shoulders onto the coffee table
and then played with my clit with one hand and fucking my
pussy with the other. He found my G spot inside and gently
massaged it whilst rounding my clit with his fingers. I
moaned as I felt myself rising to climax and as if he knew
just when the right moment to change he started to lick me
and suck me bringing me to the most amazing climax I had had
for a long time. I had moaned and groaned with pleasure,
yeah, this is what I want and cried out as I came. Not wanting
the orgasm to stop not realizing how loud I had become, he
raised his head up and put his fingers to his lips to shush
me and then went back down to give me my second and third orgasm.
I was in heaven, and unaware for a moment where I was. Chris
got up, went to the fridge, got another beer and went into
the lounge to play cards without a backward glance. It took a moment for me to get my bearings and when I realized
what had just happened with my guy in the other room, let
alone perfect strangers I blushed at myself and went to
the bathroom – for yet another douche and cleaned myself
up. I applied more red lipstick and I smiled – I was secretly
enjoying this. Actually there was no secret about it, realizing
how vocal I had been, I blushed again, ‘naughty girl’
I said to myself in the mirror. I went back into the kitchen in a world of my own and continued
to prep some food. I put some Chinese party bites into the
oven and set the timer – 8 minutes. I heard shouts from the card table and another hand was over.
This time Oliver came into the kitchen, seeing me for the
first time in my outfit – this time without knickers –
where were they? - although he was unaware at the time, he
went to the fridge and got out a four pack of beers and took
them into the other room. He came straight back into the kitchen and sat on the wicker
sofa watching me. He made some polite banter and then started
to tell me how he felt when he looked at me. How he wished his
wife would dress like I was once in a while. Oliver was a big
man, obese really. He said how hard his cock was hearing
me orgasm and that it made him lose his hand at cards because
he was intent on listening rather than on the game. He wanted
to be Chris or be there watching Chris give me pleasure.
Oliver was not attractive at all. He said he had a big cock
– and as he said it I looked over from what I was doing and
he had his pants unzipped and a thick 10” cock in his hand.
It was rock hard and what surprised me was it was clean shaven.
He started to masturbate as he watched me prep food and I
could see his eyes following every move I made. My breasts
were back in their muslin cover, but my nipples were rising
again as I watched this mans chubby hands taking long slow
strokes up and down this masterful beast he had. I said he
must make his wife very happy with the size of cock he had,
I added teasingly, ‘it would be worn out if I had a man who
had one that size’. He waved his hand for me to go over to him, as if he wanted to
tell me a secret. He let his pants fall around his ankles
and gently took my hand and got me to sit in front of him on
the coffee table where he has placed a cushion for me. He
told me that John had told him what a good hand job I did and
would I oblige him as he had not had a woman’s touch for
such a long while. I could see that the oven timer for the bites had 5 minutes
to go, and although reluctant, I felt sorry for the guy.
When I looked to the oven, he deftly had guided my hand around
his strong throbbing cock. My fingers wouldn’t go around
the thickness and again I felt myself tingle in my groin
as I felt it shudder against my touch. So there I sat in front
of an obese man with his huge throbbing cock in my hand –
what was I to do. Well to be honest, it was easy, I wanted this
cock inside me, I wanted to feel what such a beast would feel
like and if all what they say about size is true. At first
I started to stroke it, then stroke and cup his large balls,
which felt like solid stones from months of neglect and
stored semen. I found I was wanting him, yet disgusted when I saw the heavy
folds of fat. I decided to take him in my mouth, this obese,
unattractive man, yes, I wanted to suck his cock and make
him shoot his cum all over my breasts. I exposed my breasts
for him and lifted his hands to them. He caressed them for
a few seconds then leant back on the sofa to watch me massage
him. By now I had got the message that John condoned what was happening
with me and his card mates and so I wet my lips and took him
as far as I could in my mouth right to the back of my throat.
I only went up and down a couple of times and it was when I had
him deep throat his cock grew so quickly, almost chocking
me, he shot his cum so quick I gagged and coughed and I tried
to pull away but he held my head on his cock making me take
it all. Eventually he stopped and leaned back on the sofa,
still holding my head onto his now limp cock making me suck
every last drop from him. There was so much cum I was out of
breath, having to swallow to be able to breathe. When the
oven pinged he released me so I could attend to my duties.
He didn’t move for another few minutes, his eyes closed.
I washed his taste down with two more glasses of Champagne
and saw him watching me. He winked at me and mouthed a thank
you. He got up and I asked him to tell the boys food was ready and
could they finish the hand they were playing and clear the
table. I plated up the food and took it through a few minutes later
to the card table both hands holding large plates of food.
I’d had the last of the bottle of Champagne and was feeling
very relaxed. So relaxed in fact, that I’d forgotten
that two of the boys had not yet seen my sexy maids outfit.
Not only that, I’d forgotten to lift the muslin over my
breasts from my last encounter in the kitchen. I could see
that they were playing their last hand from the amount of
ante in the centre of the table. Old man George had folded
and was out and asked’ what I was serving this time?’
he winked and admired my exposed breasts making sure my
eyes followed his down to my girls. ‘oh, my goodness’ I cried, blushing the colour of crimson
and went to go back into the kitchen, but before I could he
was up from his seat and lifted the muslin over my nipples,
discretely pinching them as he did. His gesture was rewarded
as my nipples responded by becoming hard and large, protruding
through the thin cloth. He then tapped my round naked ass
under my skirt and said for all to hear ‘there, that’s
better for everyone, American hard gums have much more
appeal than chocolate buttons, more to get your taste buds
going’. I was shocked, at his candid remarks, but more
to the fact that he still had his hand on my ass! I was silently
amused at this old boys charm. The hand finished and the table cleared for me to lay down
the food apart from a large stash of money in the centre.
John kept a keen eye out for me as the boys bantered with me
about how they would like a maid like me, but how much their
wives would object. They all wondered about getting divorced
so I could come round to their houses and serve drinks and
food and whatever else I could do for entertainment. It was still early in the evening. John and I usually met
around 18.45pm. this was so we could have some adventurous
fucking fun, eat, chat, fuck some more and still get a few
hours sleep before getting up, fucking and going to our
places of work. We enjoyed calling it for what it was, fucking,
dirty down and out fucking. Love was something separate,
clean and all tangled up with irrational emotions, something
neither of us had time for. John followed me into the kitchen and kissed me tenderly,
out of sight from the others. I was surprised, as it was so
tender, it touched my hardened heart and I felt a different
feeling for him for the first time. That somewhere I had
learned to protect so much, I had to try hard to feel it still
existed inside my heavy bosomed chest, but yes there it
was. A heart. ‘Hun, you have made the boys and me very happy so far tonight,
how do you feel, all ok with you, you’re happy with what
is taking shape? You want to continue with the evening?’
he whispered. I began to say of course, as long as you’re happy but he
cut me short. ‘Hun the last pot was a double bet. You know , I’ve told
you before about how we play, we bet money but occasionally
when one of the boys disagrees they put something on the
line that proves they are sure they are right’. I thought I knew where this was going. ‘What have you lost?’
I teased. Being a merchant banker, he could lose a huge amount
and only winch at the sheer waste of his foolishness. He
searched my eyes. ‘ The guys have been so aroused by you’ he said. ‘Charles
said he would forfeit the whole ante to be able to fuck you
tonight on the card table’ he lowered his eyes and added
‘there was £2, 000.00 in the pot, and I said if he could
beat me, and double the pot, I would let him fuck you and you
keep the money’ ‘You did what? Without asking me first?’ I tried to
keep my voice to a whisper. ‘He won, I lost and we always keep our bets, it a rule we
all share. I’m sorry I should have asked you first, say
something’ he was still searching for a response in my
eyes. ‘I need a drink’ was all I could come up with as I let his
last words digest. He opened another bottle of Champagne for me and I downed
2 glasses in a matter of minutes. He poured me another. ‘Any more beers Jessie?’ Came a call from the card table
then ‘anything else to get my teeth into, I’m starving
of hunger’ – I recognized Charles’s voice as the
latter and so I glanced at John and said , ‘well £4, 000 is a lot of money for a fuck and I have kind
of gate crashed the card game night’. I kissed him gently
on his lips and took the beers from the fridge to serve the
boys. I said quietly to John in a cool voice ‘Time to get
this party started all over again and I’m here usually
for one thing, so I’d better get what I came for and more’
I smiled. I served the beers and got some more food. ‘Jessie, hun’ said Charles mimicking John’s voice
‘I’m starving over, here want to feed me a tasty morsel’
I picked up a king prawn off the table and sat on the edge in
front of him with my back to all the others and started to
suck it in and out of my mouth and lick it with my tongue provocatively.
I put one heeled shoe on each of his thighs and slowly spread
my legs and allowed my knees to fall away giving him full
view of my open wet pussy. ‘See what you want Charles?’ I teased back. I took the
prawn out of my mouth and slowly lowered it down to my wet
open fanny, holding it there waiting for an answer. I saw
John from the corner of my eye watching me and rubbing his
hardening cock in his pants. It was arousing him, good,
I thought. ‘I think it needs a bit of dip’ says Charles not taking
his eyes off my pussy now running with juices again. I was
excited and enjoyed the tease. Everyone else in the room
was quiet, watching the new game play out. I took the king prawn and stroked it up and down my pussy so
it was glistening with my juices. ‘More?’ I asked and as he nodded I plunged the prawn
inside me, pretending it was giving me pleasure I opened
my labia with my free hand so he could watch his own ‘prawn’
show and then I lifted it to his mouth and put my finger inside
too. I let him suck my fingers tasting my sweetness. I took
hold of one of his hands and guided it to my pussy. I shaped
his fingers to push inside me in rhythm to my fingers in his
mouth. I couldn’t see what the others were doing, but from the
sounds they had a hold of themselves, all masturbating
in rhythm with me. I had control, even John had his hand down
his pants. I had Charles pinned to his seat with my heels and I unbuckled
the belt on his pants. Slowly I unzipped his pants, my huge
breasts in front of his face. His hands and went to grab them,
but I took the one that had vacated my pussy and guided it
back there. The other I allowed him to take hold of a breast
so he could suck on my now very hard and sensitive nipple.
He nibbled, sucked and licked it harder and harder as I released
his member from his pants I took it firmly in my hand. John
was in a very exclusive club I thought, another prime specimen,
8” - maybe more of thick solid cock. I was about to get fucked
I thought and my juices started to get audible as he keep
fucking me with his fingers. He was pushing into me hard
and had all his hand up to his knuckles inside me, it felt
so good that I started to thrust against his hand wanting
it deeper and deeper in me, but he was not a slight man, his
hands were too big to fist me. As he sucked, I gently stroked,
when he nibbled I squeezed and rubbed him hard, when he licked,
I softened my hold and played with his tip. His excitement was thrilling to feel. At first he was a bit
shy – well he was facing all his mates – but as the excitement
and arousal took over, he started to take charge and play
to his audience and he was centre stage. All of a sudden he stood up. Let his pants fall to the floor
and pushed me back down on the table. The £4, 000 was around
my ears and Charles pulled me to the edge of the table. With
one strong straight arm, he held me down and with the other
held his cock gave it few strokes, then pushed open my lips
and positioned it ready for entry. ‘What do you think guys, should I fuck her? Is she worth
£4K? I hope you’re as tight as John says you are or I’ll
want my money back’ he laughed. I was angry at his remark
and I tried to struggle free but before they could answer
he pushed is hard cock inside me. I squealed as he rammed
me so hard. I objected to his bravado and cheap comments and tried again
to get up away from him, but now he had both hands free and
he gripped my pelvis with both hands and thrust hard into
me. Although it was hard, it also started to feel good, and
although I took a dislike to him and didn’t want this I
knew it was too late and stopped struggling. ‘That’s more like it’ he said. I started to thrust
against him, taking him deeper, he moaned with pleasure
and so I tightened my inner muscles around his bulging cock
to really show him what a good fuck could be. He let go with
one hand and started slapping my ass, at first firmly, then
as I tightened more he slapped harder. It became a battle of wills. The harder he rammed me, the
more I thrust back at him. The harder he slapped my ass the
tighter I held him inside. He was loving it. I could now see
the boys around the room and so were they. Chris reached
out and grabbed one of my breasts, seconds later my other
was grabbed, squeezed and the nipple pinched. John had
his pants around his ankles and had the most enormous hard-on
I had ever seen and was so engrossed in watching Charles
fuck me he was oblivious to my looks towards him. If he was
happy, then I would show this cocky bastard how to really
fuck. He started to get tired after about 10 minutes, which I was
relieved about. Although I produce a lot of juice my legs
were beginning to ache and so I wrapped then around his body
and dug the heels into his bare butt. He slapped me so hard
I shouted you fucking bastard which made him thrust so hard
I felt his cock grow ready to shoot his cum. He wanted to pull
out and slow down but I held him tight with my legs and grabbed
his shirt and thrust my pelvis onto him riding him like a
banshee, the table rocking and moving across the floor.
I screamed ‘I’ll make you cum you fucking bastard and
he realized he was at the point of no return and grabbed my
shoulders and pushed into me so hard I felt the split on top
of his cock open and shoot. He kept me there thrusting, yelling
‘bitch, fucking bitch’ over and over again until he
was spent. He slapped my ass so hard it was sore and bright
red and yanked himself out of me still swollen, it hurt.
I lay there for a moment, not sure when to move, when Charles
offered me his hand to help me sit up. I was spent. Charles
sat back in his chair and caught his breath and gulped down
a beer. He smiled and shook his head. ‘Hey John, I’d have paid
£40K for a fuck like that mate, you were done!’ Charles
helped me down off the table, ‘sorry for the sore ass’
he said. ‘Thanks for the £4K’ I said. ‘It was cheap hun, if ever a person was in the wrong job
– it’s you, boy, you know how to fuck a guy. John’s
a lucky bastard’. I went to the bathroom to douche, and douched again. Goodness,
that was one hell of a fuck session, I’d have done it for
free I chuckled to myself. Then it occurred to me, there
were four other guys out there with a huge hard-on. I thought
I’d give them time to cool off and I applied more lipstick
and I went through to the kitchen to get another drink. I
checked the time, it was still only 21.15pm and I had already
been fucked three times. I had another glass of Champagne,
and another to deaden the sore ass I had and went into the
lounge. The boys were sitting away from the table on the
comfy sofa and chairs, someone had refreshed their drinks.
They looked relaxed and some were smoking. They went silent when I entered the room and shuffled up
on the sofa for me to sit between George the old by and Frank.
We made polite conversation for around 15 minutes before
the conversation turned to what had just happened. It was
Charles who started it. ‘Sorry for what I said’ he apologized and added ‘
how’s your ass?’ ‘Very sore and red’ I replied and adjusted my position
as I realized it was sore to sit on, ‘you don’t know your
own strength’. ‘Come over her and let me see’ said Charles winking
at me. ‘No, come over here hun, let me see’ said John. I got up and stood at the side of his chair where he lifted
my skirt and saw the red hand marks on my butt. ‘George, can you get some cream from the bathroom for
me, I think this needs cooling down. You ought to be a bit
more gentle Charles, don’t hurt my hun again or you’ll
have me to answer to’. Whilst George went get some cream, John got me to bend over
the arm of his chair and lay across his lap. He slowly pushed
up my skirt and massaged my naked ass – I still could not
find my panties – in full view of the boys. Back in the safety
of John I rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes to his
gentle caresses. I heard George come back with the cream
and I felt the cooling lotion being applied. The boys were
still talking, but I wasn’t listening. I could feel John’s cock rising in his pants as he massaged
my sore ass and he started to run his fingers down my crack
and gently push on my anal ring. I was so relaxed I started
to moan with pleasure and move my ass and open my legs a little
to encourage his caresses. The lotion was good and he applied
some more straight from the bottle and let it run down my
crack. It was cool and I tightened my cheeks then relaxed
them fully to allow it to flow right down to my pussy. His finger followed the flow and he pushed two fingers into
my pussy to get them really wet, then came back to my anal
ring and slowly inserted a finger in my ass. I was in another
world and whispered ‘I like that’ and moaned softly
for more. I remembered the first time John had encouraged
me into anal and my first anal orgasm. ‘More I whispered
again. He started to finger fuck my ass, rimming me to relax the
ring and open up and slid in a second finger. ‘Mmmm……. That’s real good’ I said. I licked
my lips, this was good. ‘Hun, you like your ass fucked, don’t you? “Oh yeah………mmmmmmmm, that’s so good’ I was
far away from the room, the Champagne had gone to my head.
‘Relax, hun, I have something for you’ and I heard a
familiar sound of one of my anal toys and felt its vibration
on my crack and then slowly he slid into my ass. He worked
it deeper and deeper in and out slowly holding my ass open
so he could see it penetrating. I felt him rise harder in
his pants and went to move but he just said quietly ‘Relax
and enjoy’ so I kept my eyes closed. Some more lotion was
dribbled down my crack and I felt its coolness enter my ass.
It was then I felt someone else was also very close behind
me and I was back in the room. All was quiet again and all the
boys were engrossed staring at my ass with John now plunging
the vibrator deeply up my ass and drawing it right out and
back again. Each of them had their pants unzipped and were
jerking off. I couldn’t see George, so I presumed it was
him behind me. More lotion and this time I knew Gorge must be there squeezing
it onto me whilst John played. I moaned again at its coolness and another pair of hands
started to caress my buttocks. I tightened for a second and then relaxed. Boy it felt good.
A fantasy of mine was to have two men and although this wasn’t
planned the Champagne had really taken away my inhibitions
and so I went with the flow. I felt safe with John. The extra pair of hands moved between my legs and found my
pussy entrance then my clit. My clit was so swollen it was
the size of a walnut and I groaned now audibly as he rolled
his fingers around it. I eased my legs further open to make
it easier for him to play. This was amazing – so much pleasure,
my pussy was running juice out and I could feel it would not
be long before I’d orgasm. I felt Georges’ bare legs brush against mine as he moved
in closed behind me, his fingers were now pushing up into
my pussy fast and furious with excitement and I felt John
remove the vibrator out of my ass. More lotion was poured
onto my ass and fingered into my anus and I felt a warm penis
push against my anus. ‘Oh no John’ I cried. I imagined yet another huge cock
forcing itself into my tight ass. I was new to this and not
totally sure of it when I felt George push into my ass and
start to fuck it. I relaxed as I realized why John had let George do this to
me. George was not as big as the others. His penis was slender
and about 7” which actually felt very good slipping gently
in and out of my ass. Although I could feel he was very aroused, George took it
slow and gentle like making love – in my asshole! Before
I could climax, I felt him harden, throb and shoot. He withdrew
and finished himself off over my buttocks massaging it
in as he came. I felt him kiss my ass gently and heard him pull
up and zip his pants. He sat back on the sofa, next to my head over the chair. John
was rubbing my ass again and fingering where George had
just been. I thought they must be really close mates. George looked at me and said ‘ I’m 68 years old and never
done that before. I’ve always thought about it and discussed
it with my wife but it was always out of bounds. I will die
a happy man with your ass on my mind’ he chuckled naughtily.
‘I hope you didn’t mind too much me taking the liberty
but I just couldn’t resist and John said you would like
it. I do hope you did and that I didn’t hurt you’. His smile stretched from ear to ear and I answered him honestly
‘ I did enjoy it, and no, you didn’t hurt me, you gave
me a lot of pleasure, thank you. I got up and went to the bathroom again. My toy bag was open
and I knew why George was sent for the lotion and not one of
the others. I douched again and went back to join the boys.
All of them had huge bulges in their pants and Chris was now
looking like the lone boy in the playground. I sat on John’s knee and the guys started to say what a great
night they all had and that they hoped I would come round
again on a card night with the boys. They each in turn told
the others what I had done for them and that they were all
throbbing for more of me, each grabbing their bulging pants
to prove it. John asked me how I felt as it was not planned.
‘Well I certainly got more variety than I bargained for
tonight but if you’re ok with it, I enjoyed myself. However,
you have got a lot of pleasing me to catch up with, I’m still
very horny and need satisfying’ I joked. ‘Well, if there’s more I’m the only one here whose
not shot my load yet and if I go home with this in my pants,
my wife will never let me out again, she’ll think us boys
have been up to no good. “Aw, poor Chris’ I said. ‘Poor me’ said John, ‘I got another load myself and
I know that my chances are going to be well into the small
hours until I’ve satisfied you’ he moaned. ‘Who wants another drink?’ I asked and went to the kitchen
for them. When I got back, they all looked up and told me to sit down
they had a suggestion to make to me. John put the cards on the table and said ‘Chris is desperate
to fuck you as is Oliver, (my eyes lit up- I’d thought about
that before). George would like you to suck him off as he
had never had that before and to help in pleasing you Charles
has offered to help me. What do you say to taking us all at
once?’ ‘What, are you serious?’ I smiled. ‘Where, here,
right now? All five of you at once, it’s impossible, or
one after another? Seriously, you all want me so bad?’
‘Oh yeah I do’ came a unified chorus. ‘My balls are hurting’ said Chris. There was a silent pause, then John got up and threw some
cushions on the solid wood coffee table. He led me over to
it and lay me on my back. He started kissing me, and cupped my breasts and tweaked
my nipples hard so I yelped and they rose to his touch immediately.
I felt my groin ache with desire for him and started to move
my hips. His hand slid down over my abdomen and he eased my
legs open with his hands and ran them flat down my thigh.
On the way up he let me feel his fingernails and found my wet
pussy. He fingered me and I moaned with pleasure so he pushed
in hard so I got louder and the pleasure increased. My pussy
was so wet with desire, he drew some juices and aroused my
clit till I was rising to orgasm. I felt a hand on my left breast and another on my right. Oh
fuck, this was arousing me. John continued to kiss me as
I felt a pair of hands running up my thighs. ‘Mmmmmmmmm…….. its good’. John was now concentrating
on kissing whilst I felt hands all over me. I had a mouth on each nipple, sucking and biting, I had a finger
probing my ass, three fingers in my pussy and one hand opening
my lips and someone sucking my clit. If it were not for John
kissing my mouth I would have been screaming the house down
with pleasure. My right hand was guided to a waiting rigid cock which I took
a firm hold and pumped it from tip to base. My left hand was
guided the same way and I now had two cocks – one firmly
in each hand pumping them simultaneously. I was about to
cum and let my screaming pleasure fill the house as I gave
way to it. A few seconds later my juices were being sucked
from my pussy. Another orgasm and another. I was delirious
with pleasure. I was picked up and placed on top of a body on the floor who
wriggled me into position and slid his cock into my ass.
It was bigger and I yelped until my legs were pushed up in
the air and I felt the thick cock of Oliver push against my
pussy. He grunted as he pushed and fumbled with his fat fingers
to hold my lips open for entry. Then a big thrust and I screamed
as entered me. There was more fumbling as the guy under me
and Oliver got into a rhythm. Oliver pushed and pushed down
until his whole 10”was deep inside me. He grunted as he
thrust into me and his sweat was not only visible, it dripped
down his face. As he pulled back I squirted my juices out
and he plunged quickly hard and deep back in again. My hand
had a cock in each and they were throbbing ready to burst.
I was squirting each time Oliver pulled out a little and
he was covered in me. George straddled my chest and placed his knees either side
of my shoulders. He crouched over me with his cock in front
of my face, lifted my head and put a cushion under it. With
both hand occupied he guided his rigid cock into my mouth
and we got into Oliver’s thrusting rhythm. I found it hard to maintain as I was having so many orgasms
and wanted to yell out but all I could do was ‘MMMMmmmmmmmmmm…..MMMMMMMM….mmmmmmmmm……..mmmmmmmm’
Fortunately George shot his cum in my mouth quickly which
allowed me to scream my pleasure. Oliver started to get jerky in his body and I felt the walls
of my pussy being stretched further and his cock throbbed
ready to shoot. He thrust so hard the guy in my ass yelled
and pulled out of me as I orgasmed with Oliver thrusting
like a wild man deep into me. Oliver grabbed my hips and started
to ram himself as deep as he could, I felt his cum warm inside,
and he thrust and rammed so hard his balls bounced off my
ass. Finally he slowed down when I felt the two hand jobs
throb and build up pressure and they shot simultaneously
over my breasts. It was like a fountain. John straddled
me to finish him off by mouth and there was a lot of sighing
going on and high fives. I knew the poor guy under me had had
the worst deal of all and to top it all had not yet shot his
load. I was exhausted. Yet when I saw it was Chris who was under
me, I got onto my knees doggy style and all the guys cheered
as he fucked my pussy with his fingers and my ass with his
cock. They encouraged him to ride my ass like a bronco. I
had another orgasm and finally as he shot his load up my ass,
my pussy squirted all over him. The guys all whooped and
cheered and finally he withdrew his cock still dripping
with cum. He kept his fingers inside me and gave me another
orgasm which finished me completely and I collapsed to
the floor exhausted. John helped me up, it was 23.15pm and I lay on the sofa. The
boys all dispersed to the bathrooms to clean up before the
taxi’s arrived at 23.30pm. John and I saw then off at the door with promises to see me
again soon. I showered and climbed into bed next to John. I was falling
asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow with John’s arm
around me. ‘Good night hun, a real good night, I don’t know how
I’ll top this one, but I’ll think of something’ I
drifted off to sleep with his words in my head.

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This story was so hot...wishing it was me who got to service
the card players.

5/7/2011

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If I was John I would have cleaned your pussy with my tongue.

5/7/2011

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Erotic, HOT, Wild!!! Deal me in the next game!

5/8/2011

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the verry first part was soso but the card game part was like
wow!!!

5/8/2011

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" PLEASE " rewright this please put some spaces
ever now an then ...


It makes it easery to read... That way ..

5/8/2011

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I agree! That was such a hot story. Loved it.

5/10/2011

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Great story! I wish I could have been the maid instead.

3/8/2012