Helping Out an Old Friend Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – Helping Out an Old Friend Ch. 04 by Throwaway256897q6r72,Throwaway256897q6r72
I was laying on my back on a couch in the manager’s office of a local nightclub. I had been on this couch many times. But this time, it was different. Normally, it was just me and the manager. Tonight, I apparently pissed the manager off, as he had called a bunch of his friends up and they were all taking advantage of me.

My shirt was torn open, and my bra was ripped off. I didn’t know where my pants or underwear were. I had one cock pounding into my clean-shaven pussy. Another cock was in my mouth, and another was in my hand. I had been cummed on at least twice, with more in my pussy. I think there were only five guys, but there could be six. I lost count.

Oh, Ashley, how did we end up this way? And why, deep down, am I secretly loving it and hoping it doesn’t stop?

Of course, I know exactly how this happened. It all began when I started to feel like my husband didn’t love me anymore. We never had sex; he was always working, and when I confronted him about it, he admitted that I wasn’t attractive any more. Almost to prove him wrong, I started sleeping with one of my co-workers, a real jackass named Chris. The only good thing Chris ever did was organize my first gangbang. It was the end of the gangbang when I was reunited with Mark.

I had known Mark and Chris in college, even giving them both blowjobs in the same night. Mark remembered me, but Chris didn’t. After that first gangbang night, me and Mark started hanging out more. I think at first he hated me. But the sex was good, so he kept me around.

After finally getting a divorce, I moved in with Mark. We had a few rough patches but have worked things out. Mark knows how much sex I crave and also knows that just one guy isn’t enough for me. So, after I rebelled and went to a college party where I got paid for being in the glory hole, Mark basically became my pimp.

Our very basic deal is that, while we still consider ourselves to be in a relationship, Mark will let me sleep or blow whoever I want, as long as he gets to organize it and we both get paid. It’s let me quit my job, spend more time with my child, and I’m actually satisfied sexually for once.

Over the last few months, whenever there was a glory hole, whether it be at a college party or because some CEO wanted one for his guys, I was usually there. Between this, word of mouth, and some smart advertising online, I also had some regulars that would call Mark whenever they wanted me.

And that’s sort of how I came into tonight’s situation. The nightclub I was at was one of our favorites. In exchange for free food, I would give the manager a blowjob in his office. However, this night was different. Mark was out of town on business. I was at the club with a group of friends. The manager knew that I couldn’t do anything without Mark’s permission, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

I couldn’t help but flirt with him. Teasing him. I knew he wanted me. He always asked to fuck me, but he wouldn’t pay what Mark wanted. He kept hinting at it, and I kept egging him on.

I could tell he was getting frustrated. I tried to get a hold of Mark, but he wasn’t answering. I finally told myself that since the manager was one of our regulars, I’m sure Mark would be OK with it, as long as we got paid.

We went up to his office, and he dropped his pants. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, rubbing him up and down as he grew harder at my touch. I slowly sucked him into my mouth, but I just wasn’t feeling it.

I tried my best to get him to cum quickly, but I wasn’t having any luck. I finally took him out of my mouth and said, “Hey, I’m sorry, but I’m just not into it tonight. Without having Mark here, I just feel wrong. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you next time Mark is in town.”

I got up and was walking to the door when I felt his hand closing around my wrist. He pulled me back towards him, pushing me to the ground, and said, “You bitch, you can’t leave me like this. Finishing the fucking job.”

Holding onto my head, he shoved his cock back into my mouth. Not letting go, he roughly face-fucked me. I had always wondered how I would react in this situation. To my surprise, I was getting turned on.

It didn’t take long before he was shooting his cum into my throat. My jaw was aching from how hard he was fucking my mouth. I rubbed it after he pulled out of me. I went to stand up, but he grabbed my arm again.

He moved me over to his couch and threw me down on it. Was he going to take advantage of me? Mark and I had talked about this before. I was supposed to do what every girl was taught. I screamed, kicked, and punched, doing everything I could to get away.

Instead, I felt my panties getting soaked as I got wetter and wetter.

I was waiting for him to make the next move. I watched as he walked to his desk and thought about running. No. I wanted whatever was going to happen to me. He picked up his phone and made a call. All I heard him say was, “Get them and get your asses in here now.”

Get them? Get what? Or who?

I quickly figured it out when he walked over to me and said, “You’re in for it tonight. I’ve had a bunch of guys waiting for their shot with you without having to pay. You think you’re worth it, but you’re not. Your blowjobs are barely worth the money I lose on food. I can’t believe people actually pay to have sex with you.”

As he talked, he grabbed my shirt, tearing it in half. I was wearing a strapless bra under it, just enough to hold my A-cup-sized breasts in place. It didn’t give much resistance as he quickly ripped it off my body. Not wanting him to get too much pleasure from this, I tried to stare him down as he squeezed my breasts, nearly pulling my nipples off as he pinched and twisted me.

I let out a low moan, causing him to smile. He moved his hand down my stomach towards my groin and said, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Damn little slut. Pretty soon, you’re going to be covered in cum, just like you deserve.”

He pulled my pants down and off my legs, followed by my panties. Taking my pink panties in his hand, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed them before tossing them to the ground. He said, “I was right. You do like this.”

A knock on the door interrupted him, and he went to open it. I watched as a handful of guys entered the room. The manager looked at them all and said, “Do whatever you want to her, guys. Call me when you’re done.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

I couldn’t count the number of guys surrounding me before their hands were all over me. Grabbing my breasts, rubbing my pussy, and spanking my ass as they held my legs up. They all stripped naked, and I quickly had a cock in my mouth, one in either hand, and one in my pussy, giving me my first orgasm that night.

I loved it.

And that’s how I found myself, more than an hour later, still on my back on the couch in the manager’s office. I’m pretty sure the guys were switching out all the time. I thought I could hear the door opening and closing. I could barely feel my legs as they were pulled open and held up as guy after guy used my pussy. Some were small. Some were big. Most finished inside me. A few covered my stomach.

I could barely see them, as I had cock after cock stuffed in my mouth. Some liked me to do the work. Others wanted to fuck my face like their lives depended on it. Most were good about giving me a warning before finishing down my throat. Others covered my face or my breasts.

After taking two more loads at the same time, I was surprised when I wasn’t filled with another cock. I opened my eyes to see the guys in the room all pulling their pants back up. One patted my head and said, “Thanks. I have no idea who you are, but you give good head. Enjoy the next group of guys.”

The next group? Sure enough, as soon as those guys left, another group filled the room. As they stripped down, I tried to move, letting out a groan. One of the guys saw me and said, “Hey, what do you guys say to getting her on her hands and knees?” They all agreed, and I was quickly pulled to the floor, kneeling on my hands and knees. All I was missing was a blindfold.

Almost immediately, my black hair was being grabbed, and my head was guided towards a thick cock in front of my face. I opened my mouth, welcoming the feeling of my cheeks being stretched out. The guy was too long for my throat, and I started to gag as he used his grip on my hair to bob my head up and down his shaft.

At the same time, I felt multiple hands on my back, some moving towards my breasts, others towards my pussy. Both of my nipples were being pinched as a finger slid into my pussy. I heard the guys laughing and then felt one kneel behind me, pushing his cock into me.

The guy in front of me came quickly and without warning, filling my mouth with his cum. As I swallowed it, another cock took his place, this one letting me do the work. Just as I was getting in motion, the guy behind me pulled me roughly into his groin, causing the cock to pop out of my mouth. He exploded in me, pumping his cum into my pussy.

I don’t know how many orgasms I had. I don’t know how many times they finished, either in my mouth, my pussy, or on me. I was turned into a rag doll, with the guys turning and tossing me however they wanted. I rode one guy while two others sucked on my nipples, and I sucked the cock of another. I was spit-roasted over and over. Two of the guys left after covering my back with their cum.

The three remaining guys put me kneeling on my knees, their cocks all in my face. I took two of the cocks in my hands and jacked them off, and I sucked the third into my mouth. I alternated between the three, making sure all of them got turns in my mouth.

As I blew and jacked them off, they agreed that all of them wanted to finish on my chest at the same time. I gave them all a final kiss with my mouth, then watched as they started to jack themselves off. I proudly held my chest out, my A-cup-sized breasts poking out, waiting for their cum. All three finished at the same time, rope after rope of their cum shooting out, coating my breasts, my nipples, and dripping onto my stomach.

When they were done, they pulled up their pants, gave each other a high five, and left. As they closed the door, I sat on the floor, trying to recount the night. I’m pretty sure there were at least fifteen guys, if not one or two more. I was pretty sure I took at least ten loads in my pussy. Five or six finished on my chest. Most must have finished more than once, because I knew I swallowed at least six loads of cum. And had five shots cover my breasts and at least four on my back.

I had the biggest smile on my face. I loved it all.

I was attempting to grab my clothes, trying to figure out what was still wearable, when the door opened back up. I looked up to see the manager of the nightclub coming back into his office. He saw me sitting on the floor, completely naked and covered in cum and said, “Look at the little slut. I hope my friends took good care of you. They had reported back to me that they were satisfied. But, did you think I was done with you?”

He stood above me again, just like at the start. He undid his pants, pulling them back down. He took my head again in his hands, shoving his cock into my mouth, thrusting back and forth down my throat. He must have been right about what a slut I was, as I was instantly wet again at his touch.

When he was fully hard, he pulled out of my mouth and lifted me up by my head. He wrapped his arms around my waist and tossed me onto the couch. Jumping on me, he spread my legs and slammed his cock into my well-lubed pussy. He pinned me to the couch, pounding into me over and over as I moaned every time his cock pushed deep into me.

He continued to talk dirty to me, degrading me and getting me wetter as he did. “I did have one request for everybody tonight. I told them that your ass was off limits. Did they listen to me?” He hissed into my ear as his body rocked on top of mine.

I moaned outyes, and he seemed very pleased as he stood up from the couch. He grabbed my arms again, forcing me to the ground again and pushing his cock back into my mouth. He started thrusting his hips back and forth again and said, “Do you like to taste yourself on my cock, you little bitch?” I nodded yes, and he said, “Good. Get on your knees.”

I went back onto my hands and knees, bracing myself for what was coming. Without making sure I was ready, he kneeled behind me, lined his cock up with the entrance to my butt, and began to push in. I screamed, both in pain and pleasure, a massive orgasm washing over my body as he started fucking my ass.

With one hand, he held onto my hips as he pounded into me. With the other hand, he used it to smack my butt, turning them red and leaving his handprints. I went to lay my head down on the floor, but he stopped spanking me to reach forward, grabbing my hair in his hand and yanking back on it.

He pulled me back until his other hand could reach up and around me, landing on my neck. As he continued to pound his cock into my ass, pulling back on my hair, he started to choke me, closing his hand around my throat. I had another orgasm, followed by another. I could feel my juices flowing from my insides, soaking his cock, as my pussy clenched around it.

He choked me tighter, and I felt like I was going to pass out. He told me that he was going to fill my ass with his cum and I managed to tell him to go ahead. He let go of my hair and my throat, roughly pushing me back down as he grabbed my hips, slamming into my ass over and over. I felt his cock twitching inside me right before he orgasmed, pushing in deep, holding us still, and shooting his cum into my ass.

He slowly started to pump his cock in and out, using my body to milk everything out. I felt his cum leaking out of my butt, more spilled out when he went limp and pulled out of me.

He sat down on the couch as I laid on the floor, trying to catch my breath. He laughed and said, “That was amazing.” I slowly sat up, my black hair a mess, covered in cum with more spilling out of my pussy and ass, my entire body red from being tossed around and roughly fucked all night, and said, “Yes, it was. Best night ever. Thank you for arranging it all and participating.”

He helped me off the floor and onto the couch and said, “Any time. I couldn’t believe it when you and Mark came to me with the idea. I’ll get you the money for it next week. I hope it was everything you wanted.”

I stared at the wall in front of me. I was degraded, made to feel like an object, fucked by anybody that wanted to, and covered in more cum than I probably knew. I had been tossed around, choked, swallowed loads without knowing they were coming, and used over and over. I came more than I could count, and I really didn’t want it to stop. That night, I was nothing more than a plaything and a slut.

And I loved it.