“No, no, no! I just thought, you know, you blew that guy in the parking lot and then my office…I just thought you might need the money.”
I just looked at him a while longer until he was uncertain and uncomfortable. Then I got down to business.
“How many guys and how long?”
“Eight including me for two hours.”
“One thousand.”
“I was hoping for a little less.”
“Well we all have to be disappointed with something. Yes or no?”
“Yes, for sure, yes, I’m still remembering you in my office.”
“What’s your cell number?”
He told me and I texted him back. “There, now you have my number. I gotta go. Text me the details and I want cash up front.” I hopped out of the SUV and headed home with Sasha. I’d had enough adventure for one day and, besides, I had to get back home to schedule the guys looking for appointments.
***
Saturday morning came and all I could think was I’m going to fuck my asshole ex-boss and seven of his probably asshole frat brat friends. You shouldn’t have to start off the day with that thought but it jumped in my head the first moment of consciousness. But a job was a job.
The only plus was that I had cum with his dick in my pussy. Come to think of it I was more pissed off that I’d orgasmed with a man I didn’t even like but that only cemented in my mind that I’d made the perfect career choice.
Russ wanted me there at 9pm, after the boys had a drink or two. His idea was to explain to the group libido that they were in for a fun evening with a surprise guest.
When I walked in the room wearing a short black skirt, sheer black top, see thru to a white bra and very high heels every head turned as if on the same swivel.
As a playful homage to my former boss I wore my hair in a ponytail, coming through a visor we wore at the fast food restaurant. I heard a cacophony of comments such as:
“Of, fuck me,” “Holy shit,” “Hotter than fuck,” and other such things. I knew we were all on the same page. Russ handed me an envelope which I deposited in ny handbag and then he introduced me to the boys as one of the “best managerial decisions” he ever made while stroking the bulge in his pants.
Everyone knew what was coming.
There was polite laughter at his joke but eyes were only on me. Their ravenous attention made me wet and when I walked through the room their hands reached out, feeling my ass and the inside of my thighs.
Turning to face them I posed and said, “Hi, I’m Haley, place your order when ready!”
As soon as one man got up and started to unzip my skirt it was on.
They groped me seemingly everywhere and their overwhelming touch had me already on the verge of cumming. Clothes were discarded everywhere until everyone was naked and jerking their cocks.
This is a good time to note that it was early in my career and I’d never been gangbanged. Furthermore, I had never participated in group sex with the exception of a night of strip poker when I was about 19 and at the end all we had were four uncomfortable friends.
But this was not that…far from that. This was animalistic. Pure frat house fun. The only things they left on were my heels and the visor.
Circling me they played grab-ass and slapped my buttocks like men enjoy doing. They fondled my tits and kissed me, an occasional finger fuck.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to them, lost in a sea of touch.
From everywhere they presented their cocks and I sucked them as efficiently as I could. Their hands everywhere caused the first of many orgasms. My body spasmed.
Russ had arranged a long padded bench in the middle of the living room and they began to jostle for position in order to be the next to fuck me or have me suck their dicks.
At first they were lined up for a missionary fuck but it wasn’t long before they had me on all fours. Never taking a break, as soon as one cock pulled out another took its place, while the rest went about keeping their hard-on so they’d be ready.
It was a carousel of cocks.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was big, tall and burly. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed him earlier but he approached my backside like he was stalking something. His cock hung straight out like a curtain rod, no assistance necessary. He kneeled on one leg and drove his weapon deep into my wet receptacle.
The bench sagged and rattled like it might break. Each time he pushed it knocked the wind out of me. Then he grabbed my ponytail and used it for even better leverage. He was a fucking beast.
Russ leaned over my ear, “I need you over more often.”
“You can’t afford me.”
“I’ll take out a loan.”
Then he shoved his dick in my mouth. “There we go, baby doll. Suck me off while Geraldo does his thing!”
Geraldo’s big hands wrapped around my waist and rammed me senseless until I came again. Then, with the roar of a bear, he lost his load in my pussy and when he stood up to let the next guy in I could feel his cum running down my inner thigh.
A guy mounted me, Jimmy, who while fucking the daylights out of me, leaned over to ask if I’d go out with him. I had read about the Madonna/Whore Complex, where a man wants to adore a woman and then fuck her like a whore. This was that.
This is where my cuteness kept stepping in because my admirers couldn’t quite see past my looks to honestly see me. Instead, they saw an idealized version who happened to be a good fuck.
When I said no, he fucked me hard enough to knock my teeth out.
During a break in the fuck frenzy, “to give Haley’s pussy a breather,” announced Russ, men came up to me with their business cards to either hire me for a party or some one on one action. I cashed in on most of those.
I stayed another half hour getting fucked holding on to the kitchen counter until Russ suggested going bukkake on my face. Geraldo picked me up and laid me on the bench and the men, surrounding me jerking off, collectively shot their spunk all over my face and tits.
And it was over.
Russ let me shower before I left. Of course, not without watching me from the door.
After the goodbyes he walked me to my car, “Let me take you to dinner, okay?”
“Burgers and fries?” I joked.
“No, a proper meal. Okay?”
“Sorry, Russ, but I don’t date. Thanks for the gig but I’m not interested.”
“You say that now but I’ll eventually grow on you.”
“If that happens I’ll get an antibiotic,” I said laughing, “See ya!” and drove off.
At home, Sasha welcomed the returning warrior with lots of kisses mixed with some bladder urgency. After that was accomplished I sat down and answered all my requests for some pussy time. When it was done I’d nicely filled out the calendar month with 5 more outcalls and 2 incalls. Outcalls, I went to them and incalls came to me.
The classified website I used let me post multiple photos of my rockin’ bod and particulars about measurements and things I was into. I confidently added, ‘gangbang’.
As I had just finished answering I got another ad request:
‘I’ve never stepped out of my comfort zone but one look at you and…’
Fuck me, baby?
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