After the party, things got back to “normal” for a while. Everyday after work, I give Scott a blow job. He lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday. Sean is usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also shows up. It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s 1 or 2 or 3 — I service them all — letting them do whatever they want to me. Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he handed me a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that night, wearing a lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night. Scott told me to be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked away. Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn’t know then how close to the truth I was. I parked outside of Scott’s and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn’t easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat. Music was blasting through Scott’s apartment door and I had to knock several times. Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment and announced, “The entertainment’s here. Get the groom ready!” More yells from inside followed. Scott curled his finger for me to step inside. His living room was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the room was a good looking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him. Scott took my hand and led me into the room, “Gentlemen. This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The rest of you — well, hold on to your balls! “Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn’t want to risk any hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! “I didn’t think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here’s what happens. Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could have had, because…..” Scott opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room, “…the Sex Machine is here!” For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys there. Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time it was no more than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn’t long after I started, that Gary began to beg to be released. I tempted him with my tits and ass and snatch, but Scott refused to release him. Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary should be allowed to change his mind. Most of his friends booed the idea, but Scott said he’d let Gary go if he earned it. We tried thinking of a challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my overused and overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Gary could fuck me, he had to eat me clean. Gary didn’t hesitate. I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their cum over and in my pussy. Scott untied Gary and he fell on top of me, diving into my cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came. At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me. I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped my raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a present for me in my pockets. I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours in a dentist’s chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed teeth marks. I asked myself, “What the hell was I doing?” When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom. All was quiet. Then, I remembered my “gift” from Scott and checked my pockets. In each was a video tape. I couldn’t imagine why Scott would give me a tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit “PLAY.” I couldn’t believe it! It was a tape of this evening’s festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what Phil would think if he saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell Scott no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don’t know what I’m going to do if he says “no way, slut.”
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