Ch. 04
It had been several days since I had been at Stanley’s, mainly because I had a number of what were called “assessment days” at work where you have to be assessed by conducting some mandatory tasks and are required to get a satisfactory grade before you can move on further in your training. During these days, Sandra had told me she wasn’t going to give me any private work as she didn’t want me tired or distracted from my assessments. I was kind of grateful as it was good to have nothing else to think about, and I was also still a little miffed with Stanley for shooting his load so quickly when he fucked me, as I was really enjoying his big cock and I wanted to get off on it.
After finishing my assessment week, I had a whole weekend off, which didn’t happen very often, and as I was leaving work early Friday afternoon, I saw Sandra. She told me she was glad she caught me, as she wanted to tell me that I had passed all my assessments with flying colors and also that she had spoken to Stanley, and he wanted me to call him as he had a proposal for me that he hoped I would like. “I wonder what that could be.” Sandra asked with a rye smile.
I told her I had no idea, all the while convinced she would see me blushing, but I told her I’d let her know.
I called Stanley as soon as I got home, and he told me again that he was sorry that everything was over so quickly when he had fucked me, and I told him not to worry about it and rather abruptly asked him what the proposal was he had for me. Stanley could tell I wasn’t happy, and he quickly assured me he had a wonderful opportunity for me that didn’t even involve nursing. Stanley told me that when his wife was alive, he used to host poker nights with three other guys, and his wife used to keep everyone supplied with drinks and snacks. Due to his arthritis, he had found it difficult to manage now that his wife was gone, but his poker friends were keen to involve him.
So his proposal was to ask me if I would play hostess for them, and of course they would all pay me. When he told me how much, I almost fell over. It was more than I would have earned doing a full weekend of private nursing work for Sandra, so naturally I jumped at the chance. How hard could it be?” I thought. I agreed to do it, and Stanley told me that he would arrange the event for Saturday evening and asked me if I could arrive at about 7 p.m. and be finished by about midnight.
Saturday evening soon came, and I was busy getting ready for Stanley’s poker night. Even though it was an evening event, it was still very warm, being summertime, so I decided I would wear a little black spaghetti strap dress. I didn’t bother with a bra, as with my tiny breasts, it hardly seemed worth it. I tied my hair up at the back in a plait so it wouldn’t be flicking in anyone’s face as I served drinks and snacks to the guys. I arrived at Stanley’s dead on 7 p.m., and he showed me through to the kitchen. He had lots of cold finger food in the fridge, along with a few packs of beer. A pile of chips and dips sits on the countertop, along with a couple of bottles of whiskey.
Stanley told me the guys would arrive at about 8 p.m. and would bring some beers with them. All I had to do was put their beers in the fridge and offer everyone something. They would chat for a while and then get down to playing cards. Usually they played until about 10 p.m., then had some snacks, which I was to prepare, and they would continue. In between giving drinks, all I had to do was “look good!” were his words before telling me I was already doing that. I blushed a little, and Stanley reinforced his comment about me looking good before he began to rub his crotch.
I could see Stanley was already hard, and then, to my surprise, he said it would be nice if we had a little pre-party fun. I’m not sure if I could focus on poker with a raging hard on.” Now I really blushed and was about to tell him to forget it, but before I could, I felt my mouth salivating and my nipples tingling at the thought of sucking on Stanley’s magnificent cock.
"Oh, god, Stanley! You're terrible!” I said. However, even as I spoke, I was lowering myself to my knees and assuming the position to take Stanley’s cock in my mouth. Stanley released his big, hard cock from his pants and underwear, and it bobbed up and down in front of my face. I couldn’t resist it, quickly grabbing it with a hand, fondling his big balls, and wrapping my lips around his cock head.
Stanley was certainly very aroused, as he was already leaking pre-cum from his piss hole, which I slurped down with excitement, loving the taste. I began to work my lips all the way down his shaft, loving the feel of the big, swollen veins as my lips rolled over them. Just a few minutes was all it took of me to do this until I heard Stanley suck in a big gulp of air, and his cock swelled in my mouth briefly before it erupted, and Stanley stood before me, legs shaking, pumping his load down my throat. Once he had drained his balls, Stanley pulled out his cock and trotted off to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for his guests. I stood up and began to get ready for the arrival of the guests, making sure I had enough clean glasses and bowls for snacks. As I busied myself, I noticed my knees were reddened from where I had been kneeling on the floor, and I hoped none of Stanley’s guests would notice.
A little before 8 p.m., there was a knock on the door, and I went and opened it for Stanley’s guests. The three guys standing there were all smiling as I invited them in, and as they followed me through to the kitchen, I heard one of them say, “Wow! I know Stanley promised us a special treat, but she is very special.” My brain was spinning, and I was wondering what they actually thought I was here for. As we got to the kitchen, Stanley made introductions. The three guys were Al, Jim, and Omar. All were clearly in their sixties and were just average guys, with the only difference between the three of them being that Omar was black.
I got the guys the drinks they wanted and generally hugged around and listened as they chatted about general stuff, often making reference to me and asking Stanley how he knew me. Stanley told the guys that I was one of his private nursing caregivers but added, “She does a lot more for me than just nursing, though. But enough chat. Let's get to the game.”
The guys took their seats and began to play poker. It all seemed very serious at first, but I was told to keep the drinks coming nice and quickly, which I did. After about an hour and a half, the guys took a snack break and all stood around chatting, which was when the evening began to take a slightly different direction. I started to realize most of the chat was either to me or about me, with all the guys making comments to me or to each other regarding my looks. Nothing derogatory; far from it, they were all very complementary, and then, as they realized I wasn’t objecting, their hands began to stray, like giving my bottom a little pat when I handed one of them a drink or giving me a hug, pressing themselves against me, and they were often exchanging quiet words or glances. I knew something was going on and that most of the chat was still about me, and then Stanley announced a comfort break. Stanley went off to the bathroom first, closely followed by Omar, while Al and Jim remained in the kitchen, chatting and, more to the point, flirting with me, telling me I was a very good-looking girl and asking me what else I did for Stanley apart from nursing. I had the feeling Stanley may have told them more than he should have, and I could feel my face blushing.
Stanley came back from the bathroom, smiling and nodding at Al and Jim, who both promptly excused themselves and headed off towards the bathroom. Stanley and I were now alone, and he was still smiling and said, "OK, nursie! You are a big hit with the guys. I know we agreed on a price for this evening, but I have spoken to the guys, and we will quadruple it if you let us all fuck you. Whatdya say?”
I was flummoxed and almost unable to speak but managed to say, “Fuck Stanley, you’re just a bunch of pervy old men who want to treat me like a whore!”
Stanley continued to stare at me and said, "Well, you haven’t said no yet, and I just want to let you know Omar has an amazing cock, and I know he can fuck for hours.”
Stanley was right. I hadn’t said no, and there was a good reason why. I wanted to be fucked and feel like a cheap whore, and the money involved! WOW! Like a week's wages. Plus, my body was reacting to Stanley’s words about Omar having an amazing cock. I’d never had a black man. I stared back at Stanley in stony silence before I finally said, “Where do you want to do it?”
As I finished my sentence, I was suddenly aware that the other three guys had returned to the room. “Right here. Take a seat, and we’ll get started,” I heard one of the other guys say. My mind and body were on autopilot, and I slumped into one of the chairs in which the guys had been sitting while they played poker. Seconds later, I was greeted with the sounds of cheering and the sight of Al and Jim standing before me, waving their semi-hard cocks in my face. Even in their semi-hard state, I could tell they weren’t small but really just about average and were near as big as Stanley’s.
What’s a girl to do? I was already, it seemed, a willing participant in what was, in effect, a gang bang. Another first for me. I’d never even had sex with two guys at the same time, let alone four. I did the only thing I thought I could in the circumstances and gripped both guys cocks, stroking them both several times before taking a deep breath and leaning forward, taking Al’s cock in my mouth. Al’s cock was now totally hard, and it felt nice in my mouth. I was grateful for the fact he wasn’t too large, as I knew Stanley’s cock hurt a little, and after what Stanley had said about Omar, I figured his would too.
Al released his first dribble of pre-cum over my tongue, which tasted nice and sweet, and just when I thought the next dribble would come, Al’s cock was pulled from my mouth and quickly replaced by Jim's, who very unceremoniously thrust his slightly thicker shaft than Al’s into my mouth. My lips stretched a little to accommodate his thicker girth, and his big cockhead filled my mouth. I latched my lips under the ridge of his cock head and sucked hard, being rewarded with several dribbles of precum. As I sucked on Jim’s cock, I opened my eyes, and I could see Stanley and Omar, both stripping off their clothes, which was when I caught my first sight of Omar’s cock. It made Stanley’s look very average. It probably wasn't any longer, but it was almost twice as thick, and his cock head looked like a swollen giant purple plum.
My stomach started to churn at the thought of taking Omar’s cock, but I knew I now had no choice, and then my thought was broken by the sound of Omar saying, “Ok guys, let’s get this hot girl naked.” I was quickly lifted to my feet by Al and Jim, who simultaneously grasped the hem of my dress and lifted it in one swift movement over the top of my head, and I saw it sailing into a heap on the floor in the corner of the room. I was now naked, apart from my white cotton pants, and feeling a little vulnerable, as if things were getting very much out of hand.
No sooner had my dress been removed, I was being half dragged and half lifted onto the table where the guys had been playing and pushed down onto my back. I was crossways on the table, and my head flopped over the edge, which was behind me, and I briefly couldn’t see anyone. However, I felt hands pulling at my pants and a pair of hands lifting my legs by the ankles, so my buttocks briefly went into the air. When I was lowered back down, the table top felt cold against my bare buttocks. “Who’s going first? You Stanley? Omar asked. Stanley surprisingly told the guys that he’d already had me and that they could all go first.
One of the guys needed no second invitation, and seconds later I felt a cock being rubbed up and down my pussy lips, and I lifted my head to see Al standing between my legs smiling. After a few more rubs up and down my pussy lips, he thrust his cock into me and began pumping away. Stanley and Jim moved to either side of me and grabbed my hands, guiding me to their hard cocks and encouraging me to rub them. As I began stroking away, I saw Omar move, so he was standing behind my head, and he pushed it down, so I was again lying with my head flopped over the edge of the table. Omar guided his huge cock head into my mouth and started gently thrusting it in and out, slowly fucking my mouth.
Al’s thrusting got quicker, and I could feel hands—I guessed Jim’s and Stanley's—all over my tiny breasts, tugging at my nipples and making me squeal. As Al sped up even more, I heard Omar say, “Hey man! Don’t go shooting up her pussycat. I ain’t dipping my cock in another guy's cum. Although he had said it for his own benefit, I was still rather thankful, as I hadn’t relished the thought of multiple loads of cum inside me. Almost as soon as Omar had spoken, Al pulled his cock out of me, and I could hear the guys moving around. Al’s cock was quickly replaced by another one, which I guessed was Jim’s as it was much thicker but certainly not as long as Stanley’s.
Jim had to push with quite a bit of force to get his cock inside me, which hurt a little and would probably have made me cry out if my mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of Omar’s big black cock. Once Jim began pumping into me, my pussy seemed to stretch to accommodate his extra girth, and I began to enjoy the feeling of fullness inside me, so much so that my pussy began to tingle with pleasure and I could feel the pre-orgasmic tremors begin to rumble through my body. My nipples were now stinging with excitement, and my pussycat began to feel like it was on fire.
I was struggling to breathe with my head bent backward, and Omar must have sensed what was happening because he pulled his cock from my mouth. I sucked in gasps of air and looked upward at Jim. He had hold of my thighs and was pumping into me with real force. His face was red, and he was breathing hard. For a moment, I thought he was going to cum inside me, although I was past caring as I felt my pussy tighten. I arched my back and shrieked as my orgasm surged through my body. Jim pumped his cock in and out of me a few more times as I bucked and writhed away on the table, eventually pulling out and letting my orgasm ebb away.
I had barely recovered from my orgasm when I looked up and saw Omar standing between my legs. He was stroking his huge cock, smiling, and I knew that, despite the fact that my pussycat had just gushed cum juice, it was going to hurt when he fucked me. I flopped my head back, took a deep breath, and braced myself for what was about to come. I felt Omar pushing his cock between my pussy lips, and seconds later, my pussy stretched around the big head. I felt the ridge entering my love hole, and I expected him to pause, but he didn’t. “Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh God! I gasped as he slid his whole length into me. My pussycat was on fire, feeling like it was going to split in two. I’d never had a feeling like it, and when he started pumping into me, I thought for sure I was going to pass out before he was finished.
As Omar pumped away, I could again feel hands groping my breasts, then my head was pulled backwards a little more, and Stanley was suddenly forcing his cock down my throat. As soon as it went in, my mouth was filled with pre-cum. My mind was spinning. I’d never have dreamed I would be doing such a thing, let alone that I would be enjoying it so much. These four pervy-aged men were using me like a cheap whore, but it turned me on knowing how much they lusted after my slim young body. Stanley was dribbling precum in huge amounts, and seconds later I heard him groaning. His cock swelled in my mouth, and he forced it deep, spurting another load of cum right down my throat, which quickly made its way to my tummy.
Stanley pulled his floppy cock out of my mouth, and I expected it to be quickly replaced by another one, but it wasn't, and I heard one of the other guys exclaim. “Oh shit! I’m going to shoot man.” I looked up just in time to see Al frantically stroking his cock, which was pointed straight at my left breast. Seconds later, he groaned and began squirting his hot, sticky cum all over my breast. Almost simultaneously, Jim groaned and started squirting his cum all over my other breast. I thought they were never going to stop; they mustn't have shot their loads in quite a while. I was literally covered and could even feel their cum running off my breasts and down my sides.
Stanley, Jim, and Al all stepped away, and I could see them wandering across to the fridge, grabbing some beers, and then taking a seat, clearly wanting to watch the action now that they’d all emptied their balls. They began to urge Omar on to fuck me good, and he soon began to be spurred on by their cheering. His thrusts into me got harder, deeper, and quicker; each one felt like a spear going deep into my womb. Omar gripped my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, and started thrusting even harder. The change in position had an amazing effect on my body, and seconds later, a second orgasm rocked my body. As I came, Omar thrust deep and kept his cock buried deeply inside me, my pussy pulsing around it, almost trying to suck out his cum.
As my orgasm ebbed away, I opened my eyes and looked up at Omar. He was looking pretty pleased with himself, and I half wondered if he had shot his load inside me, but I was sure I would have felt it if he had. My question was soon answered when he pulled his cock out of me, and it sprang up towards the ceiling. all shine and get wet from my juices. Omar lifted me up off the table without speaking, spun me around, and pushed me back onto the table again. As my body hit the tabletop, I could feel all the cum on my breasts spreading out, and it felt even stickier.
Omar quickly rammed his huge shaft back into my pussycat and began fucking me even harder than he had before. He pounded me so hard that I gripped the edge of the table and closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain. Omar’s thrusts rocked not only me but also the table, and I could hear poker chips clattering onto the floor as they rolled off. Oooooooh, god, it’s so deep! I wailed. Despite the pain, I found myself begging Omar to fuck me harder and to fill my hole with cum. Omar obliged, fucking me like a man possessed, and once again I felt my pre-orgasmic tremors begin.
My whole body was quivering with sexual arousal. My nipples were so hard, they hurt as they rubbed back and forth on the tabletop. I felt Omar grip my hips in his big hands and begin to pull me backwards every time he thrust forward. Each thrust was accompanied by his hips slapping against my buttocks. My pussycat felt on fire, and the heat began to radiate through my whole body. Omar grabbed my hair and pulled my head back before giving one final thrust, and I felt his huge cock swell inside me. Our orgasm was simultaneous, and we became one bucking and groaning entity for what seemed like an age as Omar pumped me full of his hot cum and my pussy pulsed around his huge cock, sucking every drop from his balls.
I wasn’t sure if I had passed out or just had a complete head fuzz, but when I came to my senses, I was still lying face down on the table, panting hard and sucking in gulps of air. My body was gently quivering in post-orgasmic bliss. I knew Omar no longer had his huge cock up me, and the cool air made my gaping pussycat tingle. I could feel cum dripping down my thighs, and as I pushed myself up a little, it felt like a river of cum gushed from my pussycat. I could hear the four guys chuckling and chatting, making reference to me and calling me a “hot fuck!” I stood up and turned to face them. They were all smiling, and Stanley thrust a beer into my hand. “Here nursie. You look like you need this.”
I gulped the cold beer down and told Stanley I needed to shower. “Yes! You go and shower, then meet us in the bedroom. We will be ready to go again by then.” Omar said with a chuckle.
I dashed off to the shower almost in a panic, and once inside, I stood naked in front of the long mirror on the wall and looked at myself. I could just about make out the shiny areas of sticky skin between my thighs, where cum had dribbled down them; my knees were red, as was the skin of my small tits, all around the nipple areas. As I showered, my nipples stung when the hot, soapy water flowed over them. "Oh, fuck!” I thought to myself. How am I going to get out of this? Did I want to get out of this? I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, accepting my fate.
After finishing my assessment week, I had a whole weekend off, which didn’t happen very often, and as I was leaving work early Friday afternoon, I saw Sandra. She told me she was glad she caught me, as she wanted to tell me that I had passed all my assessments with flying colors and also that she had spoken to Stanley, and he wanted me to call him as he had a proposal for me that he hoped I would like. “I wonder what that could be.” Sandra asked with a rye smile.
I told her I had no idea, all the while convinced she would see me blushing, but I told her I’d let her know.
I called Stanley as soon as I got home, and he told me again that he was sorry that everything was over so quickly when he had fucked me, and I told him not to worry about it and rather abruptly asked him what the proposal was he had for me. Stanley could tell I wasn’t happy, and he quickly assured me he had a wonderful opportunity for me that didn’t even involve nursing. Stanley told me that when his wife was alive, he used to host poker nights with three other guys, and his wife used to keep everyone supplied with drinks and snacks. Due to his arthritis, he had found it difficult to manage now that his wife was gone, but his poker friends were keen to involve him.
So his proposal was to ask me if I would play hostess for them, and of course they would all pay me. When he told me how much, I almost fell over. It was more than I would have earned doing a full weekend of private nursing work for Sandra, so naturally I jumped at the chance. How hard could it be?” I thought. I agreed to do it, and Stanley told me that he would arrange the event for Saturday evening and asked me if I could arrive at about 7 p.m. and be finished by about midnight.
Saturday evening soon came, and I was busy getting ready for Stanley’s poker night. Even though it was an evening event, it was still very warm, being summertime, so I decided I would wear a little black spaghetti strap dress. I didn’t bother with a bra, as with my tiny breasts, it hardly seemed worth it. I tied my hair up at the back in a plait so it wouldn’t be flicking in anyone’s face as I served drinks and snacks to the guys. I arrived at Stanley’s dead on 7 p.m., and he showed me through to the kitchen. He had lots of cold finger food in the fridge, along with a few packs of beer. A pile of chips and dips sits on the countertop, along with a couple of bottles of whiskey.
Stanley told me the guys would arrive at about 8 p.m. and would bring some beers with them. All I had to do was put their beers in the fridge and offer everyone something. They would chat for a while and then get down to playing cards. Usually they played until about 10 p.m., then had some snacks, which I was to prepare, and they would continue. In between giving drinks, all I had to do was “look good!” were his words before telling me I was already doing that. I blushed a little, and Stanley reinforced his comment about me looking good before he began to rub his crotch.
I could see Stanley was already hard, and then, to my surprise, he said it would be nice if we had a little pre-party fun. I’m not sure if I could focus on poker with a raging hard on.” Now I really blushed and was about to tell him to forget it, but before I could, I felt my mouth salivating and my nipples tingling at the thought of sucking on Stanley’s magnificent cock.
"Oh, god, Stanley! You're terrible!” I said. However, even as I spoke, I was lowering myself to my knees and assuming the position to take Stanley’s cock in my mouth. Stanley released his big, hard cock from his pants and underwear, and it bobbed up and down in front of my face. I couldn’t resist it, quickly grabbing it with a hand, fondling his big balls, and wrapping my lips around his cock head.
Stanley was certainly very aroused, as he was already leaking pre-cum from his piss hole, which I slurped down with excitement, loving the taste. I began to work my lips all the way down his shaft, loving the feel of the big, swollen veins as my lips rolled over them. Just a few minutes was all it took of me to do this until I heard Stanley suck in a big gulp of air, and his cock swelled in my mouth briefly before it erupted, and Stanley stood before me, legs shaking, pumping his load down my throat. Once he had drained his balls, Stanley pulled out his cock and trotted off to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for his guests. I stood up and began to get ready for the arrival of the guests, making sure I had enough clean glasses and bowls for snacks. As I busied myself, I noticed my knees were reddened from where I had been kneeling on the floor, and I hoped none of Stanley’s guests would notice.
A little before 8 p.m., there was a knock on the door, and I went and opened it for Stanley’s guests. The three guys standing there were all smiling as I invited them in, and as they followed me through to the kitchen, I heard one of them say, “Wow! I know Stanley promised us a special treat, but she is very special.” My brain was spinning, and I was wondering what they actually thought I was here for. As we got to the kitchen, Stanley made introductions. The three guys were Al, Jim, and Omar. All were clearly in their sixties and were just average guys, with the only difference between the three of them being that Omar was black.
I got the guys the drinks they wanted and generally hugged around and listened as they chatted about general stuff, often making reference to me and asking Stanley how he knew me. Stanley told the guys that I was one of his private nursing caregivers but added, “She does a lot more for me than just nursing, though. But enough chat. Let's get to the game.”
The guys took their seats and began to play poker. It all seemed very serious at first, but I was told to keep the drinks coming nice and quickly, which I did. After about an hour and a half, the guys took a snack break and all stood around chatting, which was when the evening began to take a slightly different direction. I started to realize most of the chat was either to me or about me, with all the guys making comments to me or to each other regarding my looks. Nothing derogatory; far from it, they were all very complementary, and then, as they realized I wasn’t objecting, their hands began to stray, like giving my bottom a little pat when I handed one of them a drink or giving me a hug, pressing themselves against me, and they were often exchanging quiet words or glances. I knew something was going on and that most of the chat was still about me, and then Stanley announced a comfort break. Stanley went off to the bathroom first, closely followed by Omar, while Al and Jim remained in the kitchen, chatting and, more to the point, flirting with me, telling me I was a very good-looking girl and asking me what else I did for Stanley apart from nursing. I had the feeling Stanley may have told them more than he should have, and I could feel my face blushing.
Stanley came back from the bathroom, smiling and nodding at Al and Jim, who both promptly excused themselves and headed off towards the bathroom. Stanley and I were now alone, and he was still smiling and said, "OK, nursie! You are a big hit with the guys. I know we agreed on a price for this evening, but I have spoken to the guys, and we will quadruple it if you let us all fuck you. Whatdya say?”
I was flummoxed and almost unable to speak but managed to say, “Fuck Stanley, you’re just a bunch of pervy old men who want to treat me like a whore!”
Stanley continued to stare at me and said, "Well, you haven’t said no yet, and I just want to let you know Omar has an amazing cock, and I know he can fuck for hours.”
Stanley was right. I hadn’t said no, and there was a good reason why. I wanted to be fucked and feel like a cheap whore, and the money involved! WOW! Like a week's wages. Plus, my body was reacting to Stanley’s words about Omar having an amazing cock. I’d never had a black man. I stared back at Stanley in stony silence before I finally said, “Where do you want to do it?”
As I finished my sentence, I was suddenly aware that the other three guys had returned to the room. “Right here. Take a seat, and we’ll get started,” I heard one of the other guys say. My mind and body were on autopilot, and I slumped into one of the chairs in which the guys had been sitting while they played poker. Seconds later, I was greeted with the sounds of cheering and the sight of Al and Jim standing before me, waving their semi-hard cocks in my face. Even in their semi-hard state, I could tell they weren’t small but really just about average and were near as big as Stanley’s.
What’s a girl to do? I was already, it seemed, a willing participant in what was, in effect, a gang bang. Another first for me. I’d never even had sex with two guys at the same time, let alone four. I did the only thing I thought I could in the circumstances and gripped both guys cocks, stroking them both several times before taking a deep breath and leaning forward, taking Al’s cock in my mouth. Al’s cock was now totally hard, and it felt nice in my mouth. I was grateful for the fact he wasn’t too large, as I knew Stanley’s cock hurt a little, and after what Stanley had said about Omar, I figured his would too.
Al released his first dribble of pre-cum over my tongue, which tasted nice and sweet, and just when I thought the next dribble would come, Al’s cock was pulled from my mouth and quickly replaced by Jim's, who very unceremoniously thrust his slightly thicker shaft than Al’s into my mouth. My lips stretched a little to accommodate his thicker girth, and his big cockhead filled my mouth. I latched my lips under the ridge of his cock head and sucked hard, being rewarded with several dribbles of precum. As I sucked on Jim’s cock, I opened my eyes, and I could see Stanley and Omar, both stripping off their clothes, which was when I caught my first sight of Omar’s cock. It made Stanley’s look very average. It probably wasn't any longer, but it was almost twice as thick, and his cock head looked like a swollen giant purple plum.
My stomach started to churn at the thought of taking Omar’s cock, but I knew I now had no choice, and then my thought was broken by the sound of Omar saying, “Ok guys, let’s get this hot girl naked.” I was quickly lifted to my feet by Al and Jim, who simultaneously grasped the hem of my dress and lifted it in one swift movement over the top of my head, and I saw it sailing into a heap on the floor in the corner of the room. I was now naked, apart from my white cotton pants, and feeling a little vulnerable, as if things were getting very much out of hand.
No sooner had my dress been removed, I was being half dragged and half lifted onto the table where the guys had been playing and pushed down onto my back. I was crossways on the table, and my head flopped over the edge, which was behind me, and I briefly couldn’t see anyone. However, I felt hands pulling at my pants and a pair of hands lifting my legs by the ankles, so my buttocks briefly went into the air. When I was lowered back down, the table top felt cold against my bare buttocks. “Who’s going first? You Stanley? Omar asked. Stanley surprisingly told the guys that he’d already had me and that they could all go first.
One of the guys needed no second invitation, and seconds later I felt a cock being rubbed up and down my pussy lips, and I lifted my head to see Al standing between my legs smiling. After a few more rubs up and down my pussy lips, he thrust his cock into me and began pumping away. Stanley and Jim moved to either side of me and grabbed my hands, guiding me to their hard cocks and encouraging me to rub them. As I began stroking away, I saw Omar move, so he was standing behind my head, and he pushed it down, so I was again lying with my head flopped over the edge of the table. Omar guided his huge cock head into my mouth and started gently thrusting it in and out, slowly fucking my mouth.
Al’s thrusting got quicker, and I could feel hands—I guessed Jim’s and Stanley's—all over my tiny breasts, tugging at my nipples and making me squeal. As Al sped up even more, I heard Omar say, “Hey man! Don’t go shooting up her pussycat. I ain’t dipping my cock in another guy's cum. Although he had said it for his own benefit, I was still rather thankful, as I hadn’t relished the thought of multiple loads of cum inside me. Almost as soon as Omar had spoken, Al pulled his cock out of me, and I could hear the guys moving around. Al’s cock was quickly replaced by another one, which I guessed was Jim’s as it was much thicker but certainly not as long as Stanley’s.
Jim had to push with quite a bit of force to get his cock inside me, which hurt a little and would probably have made me cry out if my mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of Omar’s big black cock. Once Jim began pumping into me, my pussy seemed to stretch to accommodate his extra girth, and I began to enjoy the feeling of fullness inside me, so much so that my pussy began to tingle with pleasure and I could feel the pre-orgasmic tremors begin to rumble through my body. My nipples were now stinging with excitement, and my pussycat began to feel like it was on fire.
I was struggling to breathe with my head bent backward, and Omar must have sensed what was happening because he pulled his cock from my mouth. I sucked in gasps of air and looked upward at Jim. He had hold of my thighs and was pumping into me with real force. His face was red, and he was breathing hard. For a moment, I thought he was going to cum inside me, although I was past caring as I felt my pussy tighten. I arched my back and shrieked as my orgasm surged through my body. Jim pumped his cock in and out of me a few more times as I bucked and writhed away on the table, eventually pulling out and letting my orgasm ebb away.
I had barely recovered from my orgasm when I looked up and saw Omar standing between my legs. He was stroking his huge cock, smiling, and I knew that, despite the fact that my pussycat had just gushed cum juice, it was going to hurt when he fucked me. I flopped my head back, took a deep breath, and braced myself for what was about to come. I felt Omar pushing his cock between my pussy lips, and seconds later, my pussy stretched around the big head. I felt the ridge entering my love hole, and I expected him to pause, but he didn’t. “Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh God! I gasped as he slid his whole length into me. My pussycat was on fire, feeling like it was going to split in two. I’d never had a feeling like it, and when he started pumping into me, I thought for sure I was going to pass out before he was finished.
As Omar pumped away, I could again feel hands groping my breasts, then my head was pulled backwards a little more, and Stanley was suddenly forcing his cock down my throat. As soon as it went in, my mouth was filled with pre-cum. My mind was spinning. I’d never have dreamed I would be doing such a thing, let alone that I would be enjoying it so much. These four pervy-aged men were using me like a cheap whore, but it turned me on knowing how much they lusted after my slim young body. Stanley was dribbling precum in huge amounts, and seconds later I heard him groaning. His cock swelled in my mouth, and he forced it deep, spurting another load of cum right down my throat, which quickly made its way to my tummy.
Stanley pulled his floppy cock out of my mouth, and I expected it to be quickly replaced by another one, but it wasn't, and I heard one of the other guys exclaim. “Oh shit! I’m going to shoot man.” I looked up just in time to see Al frantically stroking his cock, which was pointed straight at my left breast. Seconds later, he groaned and began squirting his hot, sticky cum all over my breast. Almost simultaneously, Jim groaned and started squirting his cum all over my other breast. I thought they were never going to stop; they mustn't have shot their loads in quite a while. I was literally covered and could even feel their cum running off my breasts and down my sides.
Stanley, Jim, and Al all stepped away, and I could see them wandering across to the fridge, grabbing some beers, and then taking a seat, clearly wanting to watch the action now that they’d all emptied their balls. They began to urge Omar on to fuck me good, and he soon began to be spurred on by their cheering. His thrusts into me got harder, deeper, and quicker; each one felt like a spear going deep into my womb. Omar gripped my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, and started thrusting even harder. The change in position had an amazing effect on my body, and seconds later, a second orgasm rocked my body. As I came, Omar thrust deep and kept his cock buried deeply inside me, my pussy pulsing around it, almost trying to suck out his cum.
As my orgasm ebbed away, I opened my eyes and looked up at Omar. He was looking pretty pleased with himself, and I half wondered if he had shot his load inside me, but I was sure I would have felt it if he had. My question was soon answered when he pulled his cock out of me, and it sprang up towards the ceiling. all shine and get wet from my juices. Omar lifted me up off the table without speaking, spun me around, and pushed me back onto the table again. As my body hit the tabletop, I could feel all the cum on my breasts spreading out, and it felt even stickier.
Omar quickly rammed his huge shaft back into my pussycat and began fucking me even harder than he had before. He pounded me so hard that I gripped the edge of the table and closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain. Omar’s thrusts rocked not only me but also the table, and I could hear poker chips clattering onto the floor as they rolled off. Oooooooh, god, it’s so deep! I wailed. Despite the pain, I found myself begging Omar to fuck me harder and to fill my hole with cum. Omar obliged, fucking me like a man possessed, and once again I felt my pre-orgasmic tremors begin.
My whole body was quivering with sexual arousal. My nipples were so hard, they hurt as they rubbed back and forth on the tabletop. I felt Omar grip my hips in his big hands and begin to pull me backwards every time he thrust forward. Each thrust was accompanied by his hips slapping against my buttocks. My pussycat felt on fire, and the heat began to radiate through my whole body. Omar grabbed my hair and pulled my head back before giving one final thrust, and I felt his huge cock swell inside me. Our orgasm was simultaneous, and we became one bucking and groaning entity for what seemed like an age as Omar pumped me full of his hot cum and my pussy pulsed around his huge cock, sucking every drop from his balls.
I wasn’t sure if I had passed out or just had a complete head fuzz, but when I came to my senses, I was still lying face down on the table, panting hard and sucking in gulps of air. My body was gently quivering in post-orgasmic bliss. I knew Omar no longer had his huge cock up me, and the cool air made my gaping pussycat tingle. I could feel cum dripping down my thighs, and as I pushed myself up a little, it felt like a river of cum gushed from my pussycat. I could hear the four guys chuckling and chatting, making reference to me and calling me a “hot fuck!” I stood up and turned to face them. They were all smiling, and Stanley thrust a beer into my hand. “Here nursie. You look like you need this.”
I gulped the cold beer down and told Stanley I needed to shower. “Yes! You go and shower, then meet us in the bedroom. We will be ready to go again by then.” Omar said with a chuckle.
I dashed off to the shower almost in a panic, and once inside, I stood naked in front of the long mirror on the wall and looked at myself. I could just about make out the shiny areas of sticky skin between my thighs, where cum had dribbled down them; my knees were red, as was the skin of my small tits, all around the nipple areas. As I showered, my nipples stung when the hot, soapy water flowed over them. "Oh, fuck!” I thought to myself. How am I going to get out of this? Did I want to get out of this? I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, accepting my fate.
