I’d had a couple of busy weeks at work and had just returned from a weekend getaway with my family. I’d looked with a bit of envy at my brother and his little family and got annoyed with my parents who’d made none too subtle comments on my single status at 34.
To me, the more embarrassing fact was that I’d not even been out on a date for years. How sad was that?
My dad actually suggested online dating sites, not knowing that I’d already tried that and hadn’t felt comfortable with it. At times I wish I was more outgoing and not so shy, but well, I wasn’t.
However, I did login to chat sites. Initially the good ones: talking about travelling and books, but after overcoming my shyness there — yeah, even online I found simply saying ‘hi’ scary! — I ventured into an adult chat room and read what was being ‘said’ without participating, until someone invited me for a private chat.
It was nerve wrecking at first. Waiting for him to start things. Not sure if I could be bold. Though, being in an adult chat room, I quickly learned that yes, I could be bold and more than that: my chat partners really liked that.
But initially I was shy. Waiting for the guys to contact me. Answering questions like what I was wearing and whether I was horny too. Seriously, my first chats kept me up for most of the night. Instead of easing my horniness, it only seemed to get worse and I came with each guy.
I progressed quickly. In real life I may be shy, online I was hot! I loved the effect I had on men. Loved it that I was able to ‘help them out’. And though it freaked me out, it didn’t take long before I started camming. To be honest, I told my first cam guy that my cam didn’t work. Little white lie… I wasn’t quite ready to show myself, but oh fuck, it was so incredibly hot to see this guy — a school teacher, for your information — pull down his jocks and show me his beautiful, very hard cock. I watched in total fascination how he jacked himself off in front of the cam. Come to think of it, he actually showed his face as well, which made it even hotter.
Obviously, from then on I was hooked.
I exchanged email addresses with some of the guys whom I’d met in the chat rooms. I realised that I liked it when they told me what to do. Like: take your t-shirt off, show me your tits. I also realised that I especially liked chatting with older men. Preferably in their fifties. Not sure why. Perhaps I didn’t feel so stupid for not being so experienced at my age? I don’t know. I do know that they sure enjoyed chatting with a woman who was young enough to be their daughter. Where some of the younger guys got off and got offline, these older guys took their time. Enjoyed watching me, complimented me with my curves and wanted to see and hear me cum too.
Yeah, things progressed really quick…
One of these older men was Hank. With 62 my eldest cam partner. I’d toned down a little by that time. Having cut back my ‘regulars’ considerably, simply because there are only so many hours in a day and I became seriously sleep deprived.
Not sure what Hank did for a living, but he’d posted a profile pic of his face. Something I’d never done and didn’t intend on doing. He reminded me of my high school history teacher. His hair short and white and a neatly groomed beard and moustache and he wore glasses. He seemed stern. A man who was used to be in charge. He told me that indeed, he liked a woman to be a bit submissive. Nothing too extreme. No bondage or anything, but he liked to talk nasty and tell her what to do. Hank was married. Had been for nearly 40 years. He also had two kids: his son is a year older than I am and his daughter is two years younger. Both are married. Both have kids.
We’d actually only chatted a few times, just regular chat, so no cam, when he told me that his job would take him to my home city and whether I’d like to catch up over a cup of coffee in a public place and well, if we both felt comfortable…
My heart thumped loudly in my chest with the unwritten remainder of his sentence. As I told you, it had been a long time since I’d actually had a date and in real life I’m a pretty good girl: no one-night-stands, so yes, sex had been so long ago, that I hardly remembered what the real thing felt like. My dildo’s a poor substitute.
And it had been a couple of busy weeks, perhaps that’s why I was more open to it? I’d seriously toned down my chat sessions, so the fun that I did have, I had on my own. Sometimes using a Literotica audio to help me out. Sometimes going online for a more visual stimulus.
But having the real thing…
I took my time answering. Hank wouldn’t be here for another month or so. The good girl inside of me told me not to do this, not to take the risk, that I’d regret it. The online version of me, was however much naughtier, much hotter and more demanding. She won….
So, I agreed to meet Hank….
We met for coffee in a public place in the middle of the CBD. Hank had already been in the city for a few days, but we met on Friday afternoon, when his meetings had ended. He’d be travelling home on Sunday.
I’d dressed in comfortable clothes. Nothing too revealing, but definitely feminine: a tight black skirt, reaching modestly to my knees and which hugged my ass and a light blue polo that somehow managed to highlight the blue in my blue/grey eyes. I’m not someone to wear high heels, but I wore black strapped sandals, with a modest heel.
I hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed that my hair wasn’t very long. I always felt like I looked like a zombie if my hair got too long, so generally stuck with a short cut model. I’m not skinny. Being 1.73m and weighing close to 80kgs, I’d say that makes me curvy. It never bothered me and after having spent some quality time online, I knew that quite a few men liked curves. Especially if those curves included a nice set of breasts. I have a solid C cup, so, no complaints in that area.
I made sure to be plenty on time for our appointment and recognized Hank straight away when he arrived. He still wore his business suit, minus a tie and with the top buttons of his shirt undone. He looked exactly like his profile pic and thanks to the ‘I’ll be the one with a book’ and the fact I was sitting by myself, Hank recognized me straight away as well.
“Hi Bianca,” he smiled at me once he stood beside my table. I got up and we shook hands. I was incredibly nervous, Hank seemed completely at ease. He ordered me a tea and himself a coffee.
“So, how have you been?” he smiled at me, breaking the ice with some small talk. We talked a little about my job; we talked a little about his’. He was involved in some large projects and some required interstate travel hence the reason he was here. He was pleased as they’d been able to finish the first part of this particular project, a milestone.
“Definitely a thing to celebrate,” he finished his coffee and ordered both of us a wine and some nibbles. I felt my nerves ease. He seemed like a regular guy. Well groomed, well dressed, well mannered. Oh, and married. He caught me staring at his wedding band.
“Does that bother you?” he asked. I shook my head.
“Didn’t think it would. At least, it doesn’t bother you online,” he looked at me over the rim of his wine glass.
“It’s different face to face,” I replied.
“True,” he agreed. He shifted before continuing: “This may come as a surprise, after all, our chats have been quite… explicit, but I never cheated on my wife. I’ve flirted and a few years ago, at a New Years’ party at work, I had one too many and well, enjoyed some tongue gymnastics with one of our receptionists, but I’ve always kept it in my pants.”
I glanced around me, but it was too noisy and he spoke in this quiet manner. No one would be able to overhear us.
“I watch porn, won’t deny that. I chat, you know that. I occasionally use the webcam too. You and I, we never did that.”
No, we hadn’t. We’d only chatted like three times and though I’d be the first to admit, that I’d been eager to hear and see him cum, it had never happened. I shifted as well. Feeling aroused.
“I’m sure my wife wouldn’t approve, but I figure it’s better than sleeping around. I love her, but you know, she’s not really into it anymore. We go to bed, kiss, cuddle, go to sleep. She just can’t be bothered. If we have sex, she does it for me. And I do like sex. A lot.”
I blushed. I knew he did. We may have chatted only three times, he’d been very explicit, very horny. We sat in silence for a little while. Each observing the other. I knew my nipples were hard, I just hoped it wouldn’t show too much.
“I never thought I’d do this. Meet up with someone like you, a young lady with whom I’d chatted like that,” he nodded, twisting the ring on his finger before looking at me again, “But you turn me on so badly…. You asked me why I liked younger women and I told you why. The energy and the openness to new things. I don’t want an 18 year old. I want a woman. A woman who knows what she wants and who knows how to please a man.”
He finished his wine. I knew I looked flustered. Worried that people would overhear us. He kept quiet until I looked up and met his eyes. He smiled, his hand covered mine and squeezed it.
“You’re pretty, Bianca,” he stroked my hand with his thumb, “And I’m very happy to see that you really are in your thirties and not in your late teens or something.”
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and nodded. Ignoring the ‘good me’ voice in the back of my head, that told me to get the hell out of here. The ‘naughty me’ could very clearly be heard. She told me how hot the man looked, how there was a definite bulge forming in his trousers, how good it would feel to finally get laid again.
“Why do you like older men, Bianca?” and quietly: “Is it true that most girls want an older man to teach them the ropes?”
Instantly my face turned red as a beet and I took a gulp of my wine and Hank laughed.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” and more seriously, “So, why DO you like older men?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m not sure…. I… I think… maybe… I only had a few boyfriends and so… I’m not that experienced, ” I turned an even deeper scarlet, “And it’s been a long time…. I guess…. I guess that with an older man… I can be naïve and inexperienced. Plus, online, with the younger guys… it just doesn’t feel right. Most seem very self-focussed. They cum and they’re off,” I rushed.
“They don’t wait for you to cum?” Hank asked.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Most do, but not everyone.”
“Not everyone,” Hank repeated and smiled, “Just how many online friends have you got?”
I finished my wine and shrugged my shoulders again, preferring not to answer which seemed to be an answer in itself. Hank’s smile grew wider and then he turned his face away to look at the passers-by. People were shopping or catching up with friends.
Hank turned his attention back to me and said:
“Had a big day today. Calls for celebration….”
I guess we had reached the ‘if we both felt comfortable….’ bit.
I looked at him.
“I have a nice hotel room. Great view over the parks, spa bath, king-sized bed, room service… ”
I bit my lip. ‘No, no, no!’ yelled my inner good me. ‘Fuck, yes, yes, yes!’ yelled the sex deprived naughty me. Hank came closer.
“I also have something really nice for you…. Once fully alert, it’s big, fat, hard. I’d do you good. Make sure you’d enjoy every bit as much as I would. What d’you reckon?”
I met his blue eyes. Cold. Stern. Arousing. It almost felt like an out of body experience and it was like looking on as I got my bag and stood up with the words: “Let’s go then…”
As in a trance I walked beside Hank who held my hand. We left the busy shopping precinct and wandered towards the parks. I felt oddly calm and enjoyed the warm sunshine on my skin. Very aware of the strong, warm hand holding mine.
He took me to one of the more renowned hotels and we walked past the busy reception area and towards the elevators. I felt a bit nervous, but also very horny. This was it. This was really going to happen. One of the elevators reached ground floor and opened its doors. Hank and I stepped inside and waited for the doors to close. There was no avoiding his gaze: the elevator had mirrored walls throughout.
We had the elevator to ourselves and the doors had barely slid close or Hank pulled me into his arms. My bag fell to the floor as his mouth claimed mine in a hard, demanding kiss which left me breathless, my nipples hard and my pussy aching. I moaned as his tongue entered my mouth. My hands reached around his neck as his hands moved down and grabbed my ass, pulling me tightly against him. I almost purred as I felt him hard against my tummy. Fuck, this was going to be so good!
We were so engrossed in our open-mouthed, wet kiss and his roaming hands that neither of us realised that the elevator didn’t move. I froze when the doors slid open again and a young man came in. He seemed stunned at the look of two obviously very heated people. He hesitated and looked back over his shoulder, but Hank didn’t seem to be bothered at all.
“Don’t worry, come on in,” he grinned, “The young lady and myself got a bit carried away.”
“Uhm, OK….,” the man stepped inside and hit the button for the 6th floor, “Uhm, your floor is….?”
“Same, ” Hank replied, stroking my face, squeezing my ass. My face had turned a bright crimson and I was glad that the elevator doors shut again and we felt the elevator slowly move up. The man seemed a little awkward when Hank started kissing my neck.
“Hank….,” I murmured and struggled a bit, “We can’t….”
“Sure we can, honey, this young man doesn’t mind. Right?” he looked up. The man was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. The mirrors didn’t help.
“S-sure, not a problem,” he smiled, looking curiously from me to Hank and back again. Hank turned me around and put his arms around my waist. Pushing himself against my ass.
“We met online,” he explained to the man, “Hot girl. Loves to play.”
He nuzzled my neck. Licking, biting, kissing. Then he looked at the man again whose initial embarrassment seemed to have turned into fascination.
“Loves to cam. Getting undressed for strangers. Gets her off.”
His hand moved under my skirt as I kept an eye on the display above the doors. Three down. Three to go.
“Oh!” I couldn’t help myself. Hank’s hand had reached for my pussy. He grinned. I closed my eyes and leaned into him.
“We’ve decided to meet for a fuck date. The best kind,” he laughed and I heard the man mumble something in agreement. “Plus, I just finished off part of a project, so, that calls for a celebration. And I just know how….”
“Oh!” I cried out as he pushed a finger inside of me. I didn’t dare open my eyes. Too embarrassed, but my eyes shot open when I heard Hank ask: “Wanna feel her up?”
“Uhm…. I’m married….”
“So what? So am I. Go on.”
It didn’t take the man long to reach a decision. Hank removed his hand and immediately I felt another hand cupping my mound, several fingers pressing against the damp material of my panties.
“She’s soaking wet,” the man said in a tight voice.
The elevator ‘pinged’ and came to a halt. We’d reached the 6th floor. The man withdrew his hands and Hank pulled my skirt down as the doors slid open. The man left the elevator with a short “have fun”. He had started to briskly walk away, when Hank stopped the doors from sliding close and called after him: “Want some fun too? Looks like you could use it…”
I followed the man’s stare to the front of his trousers.
“Hank…,” I protested and the man looked in doubt.
“My wife, she’s- ”
“Not here,” Hank replied, ignoring me.
“She’s waiting for me in our room…”
“So, not here….”
There was a silence during which the man stared from Hank to me. My face was a bright red, my heart thumped loudly in my chest. Hank’s hand lay possessively on my shoulder.
“I… I don’t know…,” the man uttered.
“Just a blow job, man, to help you with your little… problem…”
The man’s erection became more noticeable by the second.
“Come on….,” Hank grabbed my bag and took me by the hand. He led me down the corridor to the stairwell. He pushed the door open and waited for the man to catch up. I looked up at him and he smiled. “Our room is at the 4th, he won’t last that long.”
“But… but what if anyone sees us?” I asked nervously.
“Well, the more the merrier, I’d say,” he grinned.
“I’m not sure I want this, Hank…. I’m not sure this is-”
The man entered the stairwell and Hank let the door close behind us. And with that, the discussion ended. We walked down one flight of stairs and stood at the landing between the 5th and 6th floor. Hank leaned back and nodded.
“Suck him off, baby, I know you want to.”
The man hurriedly undid his belt and zipped open his trousers. He let out a sigh of relief when he took his now very hard cock out of the confines of his underpants.
“Oh fuck….,” he groaned and slowly began to jack himself off. I looked at Hank who simply smiled and pointed at me and then at the man’s dick. I looked at the man whose eyes locked with mine. I don’t remember going down, but I found myself on my knees in front of him. I stared at the big, purplish head of the man’s cock. He put a hand on my head and guided me closer, slapped me in the face with his hard dick before aiming it at my mouth. For the first time in a very long time, I opened my mouth to welcome a cock.
He was hard, throbbing, leaking precum and eager to cum. I did the best I could. Sucking him and licking him. One hand around the shaft, the other leaning against his leg. I licked my way from his balls up to the tip of his cock and each time I got there I took him in my mouth. Sucking. Swirling my tongue around the head, before taking him as deep as possible.
“Oooooh…. Fuck!” the man groaned and started fucking my face, entering my throat as he did so, leaving me choking and coughing. I felt tears sting my eyes as he clamped my head in his hands, speeding up.
“Fuck… fuck… Oh, FUCK!” and with that he spurted my mouth full with his thick, creamy cum. I swallowed as he looked down at me. Gently rubbing his cock and squeezing the last of his cum onto my face. Then he leaned backwards to catch his breath. He looked at Hank as he tucked his shrinking cock away.
“She’s good….,” he zipped up, “Thanks man, I needed that…”
“That’s OK,” Hank smiled and took my bag again. As we started heading down the stairs and the man up the stairs he added: “We’ll be in 416. If you need some more later on….”
“I…. I can’t…. My wife…,” the man looked flustered.
Hank’s smile grew wider.
“Just in case, pal. Just in case,” and he took my hand again and we continued going down the stairs, until we reached the 4th floor. There he looked at me and rubbed a thumb over my still somewhat sticky lips. He nodded, smiled.
“You did very well, sweetheart, very well,” and with that we stepped into the 4th floor corridor where he took me to his room.
The room was great. A large king-sized bed dominated the room which overlooked the beautiful parklands across the road. The spa bath easily fitted two people and had plenty of large soft towels, a set of robes and great smelling bath salts.
I looked around in admiration and turned when I heard Hank close the door. He stood staring at me, a vague smile on his face which was a little unnerving and incredibly arousing at the same time. He walked towards me and before I could even blink my eyes, he’d put a hand in my neck and pulled me close. His mouth was hard and demanding on mine, his tongue invaded my mouth, claimed it while his arm encircled my waist, pulling me tightly against him. He was hard.
“Down,” he pushed me to my knees and undid his pants. They slid down his legs to his ankles. Looking down at me he pushed his tight boxers down, his cock jumping free.
“Suck,” he breathed heavily and groaned in approval when I took him in my mouth. He was big and hard. “Oh fuck, baby….. this is so good….,” he moaned as I rubbed his cock, cupped his balls and moved my mouth up and down his dick. His hips began to move, slowly fucking my face. I coughed when he hit the back of my throat, my eyes began to water, but he didn’t stop. Pressing deeper. He grunted when he pushed in as deep as I’d let him.
“Oh fuck, baby, fuck…. You love this, don’t you? Uh? Tell me….”
He let go of me and I told him that I did.
“You’re such a hot bitch,” he stroked my head, his hand sliding up and down his now rock hard cock. “Get up.”
I got to my feet while he kicked off his shoes and took off his pants and boxers. He pulled me along to the door, turned me around and pressed me with my back against the door. He caught my glance at the bed and chuckled softly.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, there’s still plenty of time for that. I promise you, that you’ll make good use of that bed….”
Then he groped under my skirt and yanked my panties down, pulled my skirt up and hooked an arm under my right leg. I was so wet, yet I cried when he thrust his big, fat cock inside of me. I clung to him as my pussy, that for so long had not felt a real cock inside, adjusted itself to his thickness and length.
“Oh fuck….,” I gasped and Hank laughed in my ear.
“Told you….,” he grinned, before pulling out. My pussy ached when he slid out. I cried again, when he pushed it back in. Balls deep. He pushed deep and hard, making sure I’d feel them against me.
“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted as he moved deep inside of me, “So fucking tight,” he repeated as he slowly began to fuck me, sliding his cock in and out. I held on tight, pushing aside the thought that this man, basically a stranger and old enough to be my father was fucking me and was fucking me hard.
I gasped each time he thrust inside of me. He sped up, grunting in my ear while my back slammed against the door. Vaguely I worried what people who’d hear us might think, but my own ability to think was diminished the moment Hank slowed down, thrusting his cock in deep, slow strokes. He looked me in the eye, smiled an almost cruel smile before slamming his cock deep inside of me, growling like an animal as he came, spurting his cum inside my pussy.
He let go of my leg, leaned against me, panting heavily. I held him, my eyes filled with tears as his hands reached for my ass, pulling me close as his cock slid out of me.
“Fucking bitch….,” he breathed in my ear, “Horny slut…. I’m old enough to be your daddy… and yet you let me… you let me fuck you…. A complete stranger… Fuck…”
He let go of me and looked me in the eye. Nodded. Looked at my polo and took it by the hem, pulling it over my head. With my skirt raised over my hips and otherwise only wearing a bra, I must have been quite a sight. Hank seemed to approve, squeezing my breasts. I’d never had complaints in that department and I didn’t expect them now. Hank smiled in approval, squeezing harder. He unhooked my bra and let it slide down my shoulders.
“Great tits,” he seemed pleased, “Love big tits.”
He bent over and took my left breast as much as possible in his mouth. His tongue felt like heaven, while his hands nearly bruised me. I stroked his hair, encouraging him.
“Go on baby, I know you like my tits,” I spoke quietly, almost in a whisper, “Go on, Hank, suck my tits.”
I leaned back against the door as Hank squeezed, kneaded and suckled. I closed my eyes as I gently stroked his hair, while his cum slowly trickled down my thighs. My breath slowly returned to normal and with it the ability to think clearly. More or less.
I’d done it…
A smile spread on my face. For the first time in too long I’d had sex. And I’d had sex with a stranger. And I’d sucked another guy off. I did wonder what that made me look like, but I didn’t wonder too long. Hank demanded more attention by nibbling my nipples and his hand had found its way between my legs.
He worked his way up. Kissing my throat, jawline, mouth. Then he took me by my hand and led me to the bathroom. He turned on the taps of the spa and poured some bath gel in the water before returning his attention to me. We undressed each other while kissing and touching. He looked still pretty good, considering his age. Tall and lean, a bit of a belly, tanned, strong hands. I totally enjoyed the way his beard felt against my skin, the way his big hands caressed my body. The way he looked at me. Like I was his princess. His.
We got into the bath and briefly switched on the Jacuzzi enjoying the bubbles it created so that only our heads could be seen. Hank smiled at me when he turned it off again and beckoned me to come closer. I leaned with my back against his chest and felt his hands on my breasts.
“Enjoying it so far, sweetheart?”
“Mmm….,” I nodded lazily, my hands softly stroking his legs.
His hands moved down, finding my still so very sensitive clit. He rubbed it and I sighed deeply. He let first one then two fingers slide inside of me. I planted my feet against the floor of the spa so that he had more access and I could push myself onto his fingers. He chuckled softly. He worked his magic, it didn’t take long before I felt myself cum over his fingers, my body bucking and shuddering in the warm water and against his chest.
Hank took a soft sponge and started washing me, paying extra attention to my breasts and my pussy. When it was my turn, I turned around, sitting on my knees in front of him I sponged his chest and shoulders and before I knew it I was kissing him deeply, moaning into his mouth. His eyes grew dark and hungry, but it was too soon. We both knew it, so we kissed some more, before we settled back in the water where he contented himself with touching me.
Hank ordered us dinner and we were both dressed in our robes when a guy from Room Service brought our meals. He glanced briefly from me to Hank and then back to me while setting our table. Once done, Hank tipped him and the young man smiled.
“Thank you, sir,” he nodded at me and walked towards the door, “Enjoy…” and with a smile, before he closed the door: “Your meal…”
Hank stared after him before turning to me.
“Perceptive young man.”
I laughed and sat at the table. Hank took the other seat and poured us both some wine. We raised our glasses in a toast then we both took a sip. Hank stared at me then concentrated on the food on his plate.
“Yes?” I looked up at him, but he didn’t look back, busying himself with cutting a piece off his steak.
“Undo the robe. I want to see your tits.”
I suddenly had to swallow, but did as I was told. Opening the robe wide. My nipples grew hard instantly. Hank looked up and nodded his approval.
We ate in silence. Every once in a while Hank would lean over to touch my breasts. Sun set and coloured the room a hues of gold. When it grew too dark we switched on some lights and closed the curtains. We got onto the bed and watched some telly, but neither one of us could really concentrate on the program, finding the company we were in too distracting. We were constantly touching.
“There’s some body lotion in the bathroom, why don’t you get it?”
I got up and went into the bathroom. Once there I quickly used the toilet as well before going back into the room. Hank had switched off the telly and sat on the bed, leaning against the head board.
“Ditch the robe.”
I let it slide down my arms and let it fall to the floor. He ran his eyes all over me and opened up his own robe. My breathing became harder as I saw his hard cock.
“Come here,” he patted next to him on the bed. He told me to use the body lotion and he watched as I rubbed it into the skin of my arms.
And I slowly, hopefully sensually rubbed my thighs. The body lotion had a sweet smell to it.
I could hear his breath catch as my hands covered my breasts and massaged the lotion into my skin.
“Fuck,” he grunted and moved closer, pushing my hand away and taking over, moulding my breast with his big hand. He pushed me backwards and before too long we lay entwined in each other’s arms and legs. His hands running over my body, his mouth following suit, until he reached my pussy and I felt his beard against my inner thighs, his face pressed against my warm, moist hole.
“Fuck,” he grunted again and started eating me out. I bucked against him as he worked his fingers inside of me, moving them ever so slowly in and out while he sucked my clit, licked the folds of my cunt lips. I grasped the bed sheets, moved my pussy against his mouth, so eager to cum, wanting to coat his face in my juices. I was so close, so close and then… he simply stopped.
He laughed softly at the look of disappointment on my face.
“You make for excellent dessert…”
He moved towards my breasts and kneaded and suckled them again, licking my hard, sensitive nipples while I reached for him. He moved his body close against mine, preventing me from holding him, rubbing himself against me instead.
“I want you….,” I moaned.
“Please, Hank… I want to cum so badly.”
“Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes….,” I sighed as I met his eyes, arching my body as to display it to him. He stared at me, grinding himself against my leg. He was so hard.
“OK…,” he got to his knees and pulled me up. “On your tummy.”
I lay down again, but he moved me around, until I lay across the bed, my head towards the door. He spread my legs, felt between them and pushed a few fingers inside my aching pussy.
“So damn wet,” he muttered. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up until I sat on my knees, my face pressed against the sheets. Then I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy entrance. Big. Hard.
“Fuck me, Hank. Please, fuck me…,” I looked at him over my shoulder and saw the dark, lustful look in his eyes before he guided himself in. The head gently pushed past my entrance and he pushed on until he was entirely inside of me. His hands firmly on my hips, I savoured the feeling of being filled up like that. He pulled back out and slammed back in.
“Aaawww!” I cried out.
“This what you want? Huh? Is this what you want? Talk to me!”
“Yes! Yes!” I cried, “Fuck yes!”
He sped up. Fucked me deep and hard as his balls slapped against my pussy.
“Fucking bitch,” I heard him grunt as he did me good. Good. And hard. My breasts jiggled under me as I leaned on my arms, my ass raised, meeting his thrusts. My eyes were focused on the floor beside the bed and so it took me a little while to realise the door had opened and closed again.
“Fuck!” I wanted to get up, cover myself, but Hank wouldn’t let me, just sped up. Fucking me harder still. I felt my face heat up and it had already turned a bright red from the fucking in itself. The presence of the Lift Guy didn’t improve things. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans which he now began to unzip. He sat down on the chair beside the bed and slowly jacked himself off while he watched while I got fucked by Hank who didn’t seem to be bothered in the least by the guy’s presence though he did slow down. Not sure why, but I somehow figured he wanted to make the show last a bit longer.
He pushed me down against the bed and followed, putting his weight on top of me. Still inside of me he rolled onto his side, hooking an arm under my leg in the process. Lift Guy smiled in appreciation as he now had a clear view of my breasts and Hank’s cock moving in and out of me.
Then the door opened again and I panicked when I saw one, two, three, four men walk into the room. The last one closed the door firmly behind him, but not before putting the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door. My two inner voices that had so conveniently been quiet for the last few hours started arguing. Good Me in full panic mode, told me to get out of there, that this was no good. Outnumbered six to one. Naughty Me who had enjoyed every second and who couldn’t get enough of the cock slamming in and out of me, cheered at the sight of more men. Especially since three of them where clearly in their fifties. The other one was about my age, whereas Lift Guy was probably in his mid to late twenties.
“Alright, mate!” one of them laughed, “You got the party started, didn’t you?”
Hank grinned. I heard the soft panted chuckle, felt his hot breath in my neck. The men still wore their suits, but their hands slid towards their groins in unison. Rubbing and squeezing through their pants.
Lift Guy got up, apparently unable to hold himself back, he stepped closer to the bed and offered me his cock.
“Take it,” Hank grunted in my ear and I opened my mouth, to welcome him. Needless to say, I’d never done this before. I’d never done any of this before. Yeah, OK, I’d fucked before, duh, but never with more than one guy at a time. And even so, I’d only been with a few guys. This night… Everything would change.
Hank fucked me harder, while Lift Guy began fucking my mouth with my hand on his cock. The other guys simply watched, though clearly not unaffected.
“Fuck!” Hank growled, “I’m gonna cum… Gonna cum right in her tight pussy. Ooooh! Fuck!”
And I felt his cum fill me up again. He panted behind me, his hand stroking my body. Lift Guy didn’t need much time: he sped up, fucking my mouth deeper as I lifted myself to a bit more comfortable position and with Hank’s cock growing limp inside of me, Lift Guy deposited his cum for a second time that day in my mouth.
“Oh fuck…,” he muttered as he staggered back into the chair a silly smile on his face. Hank slid out of me and laughed.
“Can’t get enough of her, can you?”
The guy had the grace to blush, but met Hank’s eyes.
“She’s pretty damn hot…”
“And fucking horny!” Hank laughed again.
“Yeah…,” Lift Guy grinned back, “My wife… She’s up for it, you know, man, she’s a good fuck too, but this… This is so hot…”
“Your wife asleep already?”
“No, watching TV, told her I’d be out for a walk.”
Hank nodded as I got up and sat beside him. I felt very exposed. The other men had taken seats or stood watching. Hank got up and put his robe on, though he didn’t bother to tie it, just let it hang open. He took me by the hand and I followed him towards the men.
“Bianca dear, meet Evan,” he pointed at the younger guy, “Aaron, Jeff and Owen. Gentlemen, meet Bianca, who’ll help us celebrate…”
The men smiled and nodded.
“Hello Bianca,” the man named Owen smiled at me. He was the eldest of the foursome. Like Hank, he radiated authority. He looked me up and down, having no clothes on, there was nothing left to his imagination.
“Tight?” he asked.
“Very,” Hank replied.
Hank laughed: “And loves her men to be older…”
The men voiced their approval of that. Laughing, talking to each other. Owen stroked my face and led me back to the bed where we sat down.
“You know who I am, baby?” he sat turned towards me, a hand possessively on my leg. I shook my head.
“Owen Armstrong, I’m the CEO of-,” and he mentioned his company name. It was a large well-known multinational and Hank’s project apparently involved them. His eyes never left my face and I felt my cheeks heat.
“I’m very glad you’d like to help us celebrate and I sure am glad you like older. You see,” he smiled, “I like younger.” His hand on my leg became more insistent, moving up towards my sticky bush and wet pussy.
He kissed my cheek.
“So… how much do you like older?”
I hardly recognised my voice, when I responded in a hoarse whisper: “A lot.”
“A lot, huh? Mmm, I like that answer,” he kissed my neck, “You know what else I like?”
“Uh-uh,” breathing became harder.
“That apparently you’re a very good girl who does as she’s told.”
My breath caught. He claimed my mouth, guided my hand to his groin, where his cock stirred beneath my touch. “So, will you be a good girl for me? You think you can do that Bianca?”
I tried to look away, but he caught my chin and turned my face towards him.
“Can you do that, Bianca? Being a good girl for me?”
I glanced at Hank who stood staring at us with a wide grin on his face. The others smiled as well as they looked on in anticipation. I nodded. Yes, I could. And I would. After all, there didn’t seem a way out of this anymore. I was in this over my head. Better see it through…
“Good,” Owen seemed pleased, “Now, darling, why don’t you help me out of my clothes and start sucking my cock?”
I nervously worked on the buttons of his shirt, while he just sat there smiling. We both got up so I could undress him. I undid his pants and moved it down together with his underpants. His cock sprang into view. I gasped as it nearly hit me in the face. Owen stepped out of his clothes and guided my head closer to his groin.
“Go on, baby, suck me. Oh yes! That’s a good girl!”
I sat on my knees in front of him. Lift Guy — who hadn’t moved again — sat in the best seat of the house, grinning as he watched me bob up and down on Owen’s cock, his hand slowly stroking his own. I focused on the job at hand. Pushing the thought aside, that this was the third cock I was sucking of today. The third man whom I’d never met before and who was now fucking my mouth. And there were three more waiting. Eagerly.
“Come here, boys, she’s good!” and then the space around me was crowded with men. Though still dressed, the other men had taken out their dicks and stood stroking themselves around me. I didn’t really have to do all that much. Just open my mouth and suck whichever cock was pushed inside. I’d seen this on the Net before and often wondered if the girls actually enjoyed this and well, yeah, I figured they would. I sure did.
“Good girl!” one of the men praised me as I started deep throating them. I’d never done that before either, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice. Aaron — or was it Jeff? — simply pushed so far that I began to swallow and he entered my throat and held me for a few seconds before pulling out again. I gagged, which the men seemed to like. They laughed, joked, told each other how fucking hot I was and that it was going to be so much fun.
One of them lifted me onto the bed and rolled on top of me. Evan. Our eyes locked as he sank deep into me. His cock long and thin and while the other men cheered him on, he fucked me hard. His face so close to mine, that I could smell his breath. I wrapped my legs around him, urged him deeper. My fingers dug into his back.
“Yeah! Go on, Evan,” they laughed, “She’s enjoying this, man, give it to her!”
And he did. I felt him swell, heard the quiet grunts in my ear, then his body seemed to freeze before he grunted louder and shot his sperm deep inside my pussy. He rolled off of me and got up. The men slapped him on the shoulders, laughing, having a great time.
All men had gotten undressed and Evan followed suit, his cock still quite hard. I looked up at Hank who looked at me with a vague smile. I sat up as Jeff sat down on the bed, his hand feeling me up as the other encircled his cock. He started kissing me, his tongue entered my mouth and I greedily met it. I opened my legs, moved closer towards him and my hand slid down his shoulder and chest down to his stomach and his big, hard prick. He let me take over and I started rubbing him, moving my hand up and down, each time flicking with my thumb across the head.
He groaned in my mouth and rolled backwards on the bed, pulling me on top of him. We moved around a bit, until he lay comfortably on the bed and not with still a leg dangling beside it.
“Ride me…,” his short hair had been dark once, but was now streaked with grey. There were fine lines around his eyes, his brown eyes dark with the knowledge that he was about to get laid. I got on my knees and guided his cock to my pussy entrance. Slowly, ever so slowly I lowered myself. Not to torture him, but he was big. Not massive, nothing like some porn flicks I’d watched on the Net, but big, fat, thick. Evan had been long and thin. Jeff was shorter, but much thicker. It took some getting used to.
I wriggled my ass to slowly ease onto him. He looked mighty chuffed about this. Especially when I moaned loudly when he was finally all the way in. I closed my eyes, took some deep breaths and felt my pussy ease around him. I relaxed.
“Go on, baby, ride his cock,” one of them said. I moved my hips, grinding him, enjoyed the feeling of my pussy being stretched like that. I raised myself a little, felt him withdraw, before I sat down again, sighing contently as he filled me up again.
“Ride my cock, sweetheart,” he sounded stern, “Ride my fucking cock.”
I obeyed. I leaned forward, planted my hands on his strong muscular chest and slowly began riding him. Moving up and down on his cock.
“Harder bitch,” he groaned and I did. Speeding up and crying out each time I sank back onto him. I felt my juices flow, coated his cock with them. He grabbed my ass and worked his hips up, fucking me and I cried as he slapped against me.
Fuck! This was so good! He grunted under me. Pounding my pussy as I rode him.
“Look at me, baby, look at me!”
I opened my eyes and Aaron stood at the foot end of the bed. Jeff and I had slowly been moving into that direction. Aaron, mid fifties, balding, beer gut. Would never be considered handsome. Could definitely be considered very, very horny and eager to get some. He stood jerking himself off and I leaned forward, my hands beside Jeff’s head, leaning on them as he kept fucking me. I opened my mouth and looked up at Aaron. A look of sheer lust on his face as he pushed his cock inside my mouth.
“Yeah!” he grinned and without wasting any time, he put a hand on my head and with the other resting on his hip, he started fucking my mouth. I let him. Moaning as I felt him slide over my tongue, tasting his precum. Jeff came with a loud growl and withdrew, leaving my pussy wide open and aching for more. He moved away from me, while someone else kneeled behind me on the bed, lifted my ass, worked some fingers inside my pussy and seemed to like what he felt.
I felt him move behind me, saw from the corner of my eyes, that he put a foot beside me, his hands firmly on my hips. Bruising them. Without any foreplay, he rammed his cock balls deep inside of me. I nearly choked on Aaron’s cock and began to cough, tears streaming down my face as whoever sat behind me, started ramming his cock into me. He was thick, hard, hungry and by no means gentle.
Aaron laughed as he took my head in both his hands, doing to my mouth what the other man was doing to my pussy.
“Like that, slut? Huh? Like me pounding that tight little cunt of yours?”
“Oh yeah!” Aaron grunted loudly and spurt his cum in thick creamy ropes into my mouth. I swallowed. Of course I did. I looked up at him as I did so, his eyes looked glazed over as he squeezed the last of his cum out of his prick, smearing it over my lips and face. He smiled, then turned away. I heard him talk to the other men. He seemed pleased with himself.
That’s about where I lost track of things. Owen demanded my attention. Slapping my ass, fucking me hard, his balls slapping my pussy. I’ve always been told that I’m kinda quiet when I get fucked, well, not with Owen. I cried louder and louder, begged him to fuck me harder, cum inside of me. I had the others fuck my mouth, though none came.
Owen somehow managed to keep from cumming, though he had been very, very close. He slapped his hard cock in my face, made me deep throat him while the others took me in turns from behind. They talked nasty. Called me slut and bitch, I didn’t care, it turned me on.
In the end, they pulled me backwards onto the bed and jerked themselves off as I lay there, exhausted, staring at them. Aaron moved between my legs a look of pleasure on his face as he slid his prick inside my well used pussy. It didn’t take him long: with a loud grunt and a few more thrusts he emptied his balls in my cunt.
As I cried out and bucked underneath him, Lift Guy and Jeff came over my breasts and tummy. I lay panting on the bed as they looked at me and got up. Hank took my arm and pulled me off the bed and onto the floor.
I did. My inner thighs coated in cum. Aaron’s. Jeff’s. Hank’s. I didn’t really know who else had cum inside of me. I did know, that Owen grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to look up at him as he stood in front of me. He was ready. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock inside.
“Yeah, oh fuck, yeah, this is what you want, isn’t it, slut? Huh? Banged like that and getting cocks in your tight cunt and mouth? Yeah…. Fuck! Argh… yeah!”
He withdrew and Hank took over, fucking my mouth deep, making me gag, before Owen stuffed my mouth with his cock. They took turns. Sharing me. Like they’d shared me most of the evening, until neither one of them was able to hold back. Owen shot his cum in my mouth and over my face. Hank followed suit. The guy was 62, but fuck, did he cum!
The guys laughed and joked. Giving each other high fives and complimenting each other’s fuck techniques. Talked about how tight and willing I was. What a great night and what a way to celebrate!
Lift Guy left. The guys laughed after him, suggesting all sorts of excuses for him to tell his wife why his ‘walk’ had taken so long.
“Tell her you got lost in a bush!”
“They let you sample some juice!”
“Just be honest and tell her you joined a gangbang! She’ll think you’re joking!”
I sank back against the bed and had nearly fallen asleep when I felt someone lift me. I opened my eyes and saw that he took me to the bathroom, where Evan was running the bath. Hank bathed me. Washed my hair, towelled me dry. Put me in bed.
The men had left. I had no idea what time it was. Hank stroked my face. Tenderly.
“You did good, baby,” he smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed, “I’m so proud of you.”
I was too tired to respond.
“I’m so glad you agreed to meet.”
I smiled sleepily.
“That’s OK baby, go to sleep. It’s late,” he stroked my hair and stood up. “I’ll be joining the guys for a few drinks. Then I’ll be back to catch some sleep myself.”
He smiled down at me as I drifted off to sleep. Hank bent over, kissed my cheek and murmured quietly: “And then we’ll party some more….”