Chapter 2
The next week, I was prepared. I’d outfitted myself as a very sexy french maid. My lace-edged apron was cut just below my nipples and hung down not quite to my crotch. I wore a black skirt that just covered me if I stood upright and didn’t move. Any walking or leaning exposed some part of my ass. I wore a matching black garter with stockings, but skipped the thong. Tonight seemed like a commando type of night.
The entirety of my top consisted of a black lace push-up bra that ended just below my nipples, leaving them to peek out, occasionally, from above my apron. I’d already prepped food and drink for the night with Jake’s help, but he was completely unaware about my choice of outfit for the night.
When I walked into the room about two minutes before the guests were expected, Jake almost dropped the tray of nachos. I leaned forward a little to make sure he could see my nipples over the top of the apron, then turned to show off my ass, bending over to adjust a pillow on the couch. I think he could even see the wetness on my lips, as just dressing up like this had already turned me on. I turned back to him, thinking both about all of my belongings packed in one bag in the bedroom, with jeans and a t-shirt on top of it, ready to put on and leave him at the end of the evening — I’d decided over the course of the week that I was leaving Jake at the end of this night, if only because he bet me away — and that maybe I could suck his cock before anyone arrived.
But just then, the doorbell rang. Jake stood still, staring at me, so I walked to the door and opened it wide for our guests. Ron drank me in with his eyes before recovering and introducing me to his friends.
“Ellen, this is Greg and Bruce,” he said to me. Then to them, “Gentlemen, this is Ellen. And Jake,” He added as Jake walked over, stealing another glance in my direction.
“Welcome,” I said as I shut the door, turned, and walked past these four men who were all ogling me, hoping to see under my skimpy outfit. I stopped at the poker table, facing away from them, and slowly leaned forward reaching for the cards on the far side of the table. I could feel the skirt sliding up my ass, revealing to these men that I was wearing nothing under my outfit. I held up the cards and looked back at them over my shoulder.
“Before you get distracted by these, I have a request. I’d like to fulfill my end of Jake’s bet immediately so I feel free to enjoy the rest of the evening on my terms. Ron, I’d like you to come over here and fuck me silly right now with that big beautiful cock of yours.”
With those words, I wiggled my ass at him then spread my legs just a little.
“The rest of you, of course, are welcome to watch, or get drinks started.”
Ron walked across to me as he slowly undid his pants. I was looking down over my shoulder when he finally pulled it out. I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, giving a few gentle strokes before guiding his head to my lips. I rubbed him around in my wetness before sliding back, pressing my clit against his shaft as I slid it under me, just as he had done to me a week earlier, until my ass reached his abs. I reached down in front of me and grabbed the cock sticking out from my crotch. Looking down, I appeared to have a thick stubby cock. I stroked the end of his cock a couple of times, making sure to grind my clit against its base before shifting forward again, electrifying my clit along the top of his cock.
This time he did the guiding as he slid his cock up and down my lips, between the inner and outer labia on one side, then the other, then sliding between them before rubbing against my clit. The longer he did that, the more sure I was that I was going to cum before he even entered me. But his teasing stopped as he grabbed my hips and sunk all the way into me.
I cried out and ground my hips against him, knowing that I was seconds away from my first orgasm of the evening. It was his third thrust that got me in exactly the right spot, triggering my release. As I shuddered and quaked around him, he kept picking up his pace. By the time I would have started to calm down, he was pounding into me, sending me into another orgasm as he started pumping his load deep inside me.
My legs were jelly and I was lying facedown on the table as Ron pulled out. He dropped to his knees and started kissing my ass. He started on one cheek, but worked his way to the sensitive skin between my cunt and asshole. He just kept licking me there, which somehow was achingly erotic. He slipped what I first thought was a finger into my pussy, but then pulled it out and showed me a shiny butt plug wet with my juices. He slowly worked that into my ass as I remembered that there was a room full of well-hung men ready to use me. The combination of my thoughts, Ron’s tongue, and the sensations from a butt plug in my ass almost made me cum again. Ron finally stood, lifting my skirt as he did. Then he put a hand on the plug and wiggled it. I moaned long and low. He wiggled it again. I whimpered.
He turned to the men, all still watching from near the door, two with their cocks in their hands — very large, very nice looking cocks, I might add — and said, “This is the first one I’ve seen that comes with a stick shift.” And with that, he moved the plug around in my ass almost as if he was shifting a car. All I could do was shudder and moan again.
“Anyone else want to take her out for a ride?”
While the men were disrobing, I walked over to Jake, the only one whose cock wasn’t in view yet. It was also the smallest in the room, I thought with a flush of warmth between my legs. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock out for him. As I wrapped my lips around it, I felt hands, starting at my shoulders, sliding down and around to my breasts. The apron was untied and pulled away. There were kisses on my shoulder, then down my back. A hand slid up the inside of my thigh, curving around my ass before it reached the butt plug. I was trying to focus on sucking Jake’s cock, but this was getting very distracting.
Then a mouth reached my nipple, licking and suckling it gently. My bra was removed, and hands grabbed my tits, pinching my nipples before the mouth returned. Then there was someone behind me. I could feel his cock sliding between my thighs. I was pushed forward, which Jake helped by sitting down. I was on my hands and knees, head bobbing up and down on Jake’s lap, and I could feel a cock sliding slowly into me. I don’t know if it was Greg or Bruce, nor did I care. I just wanted to be fucked.
Almost as if he read my mind, Jake grabbed my head and pushed it down on his cock, driving his head into my throat. I was unable to moan or breathe as I felt the cock fill me. I sure as hell wanted to, though, because that cock felt bigger than Ron.
Jake finally relented and let me come up for a gasping breath or two before shoving my head down again. Then he took either side of my head and started fucking his cock with my mouth. At the same time, Bruce (or Greg) grabbed my hips and started sliding in and out of my wet folds. Every time he would thrust all the way in, he would bump the butt plug, which only increased my lust.
I had one hand on Jake’s leg and the other holding someone’s mouth to my nipple. I felt like a fuck toy, and I loved it. Without any warning, Jake erupted into my mouth. I tried to catch as much as I could, but he was still ramming himself down my throat. Plus, the guy behind me was slamming into me so hard and fast that I was bouncing all over the place. As he held my hips and pounded me for all he was worth, another hand found my clit and started circling around it. That elevated me to the point that, when the guy came deep in my cunt, I came with him.
Jake pulled my face up to his. He kissed me gently on the lips. Then he stood and headed toward the kitchen. It turned out it was Greg who’d been fucking me, because as he pulled out of my cunt, I saw Bruce walking toward me and finally got a close look at his cock. I thought Jake was big. Then I thought Ron was big. Then it felt like Greg was big. But Bruce was ridiculous.
He was noticeably thicker than anyone else, and his cock was clearly longer than Ron’s. Add to that his was only the second uncircumcised cock I’d seen. (The first was my second sexual boyfriend. I remember one night I was jacking him off and was mesmerized by the way the head of his cock would disappear into his foreskin as I slid up his cock, but then it would slowly pop back out as I slid my hand down his cock. I remember being so surprised when, on one of my downstrokes, he came directly in my face. I immediately wrapped my lips around him and sucked the rest of his load down my throat, but that was the first time anyone came in my face, and it was totally my doing.) My pussy clenched, both from the memory and the anticipation of having that beast inside me, and liquid gushed out and ran down my leg, some of it mine, some of it Greg’s, and maybe some of it still Ron’s.
As Bruce approached, I reached for him. Still on my knees, I gently grabbed his cock and guided it to my mouth, pushing back on it to free his head from his foreskin. I tried to wrap my lips around him and take some of him in. It seemed like just the head of his cock filled my mouth. I worked my mouth around him as I stroked his cock. My hand seemed tiny compared to his massive shaft. I simply could not wrap my hand all the way around him at any point along him, and some places were thicker than others. My pussy pulsed again, sending more combined juices down my leg.
Bruce gently pulled himself from my lips and took my hand. He helped me stand, pulled down my skirt, and walked me over to the couch. He sat and brought his lips to my quivering cunt. As he flicked his tongue across my clit, he slipped two fingers into me, twirling them as he entered me. I moaned. He quickly pulled back and stuck three fingers deep into me. Those, he rotated much more slowly, stretching my opening, pulling an odd squeaking sound out of me. Between his fingers in my pussy and his tongue on my clit, my legs were getting weak. Just as they buckled, he pulled me forward, onto his lap. My knees were by his hips and my feet hung off the edge of the couch.
He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, my clit touched the underside of his cock, close to his balls. He continued to pull me by my ass, sliding my cunt up the underside of his cock — constantly stimulating my clit — until his head was touching my clit.
He looked me in the eye and asked, “Are you ready?”
I looked down at him, wide-eyed. I was halfway up his torso, my cunt pressing his cock against his abdomen. As I nodded at him, he shifted his hips. The head of his cock slipped off of my clit and parted my lips. Gravity drove me down onto his manhood. I think I started cumming before I reached the bottom, but I know the orgasm that washed over me was instantaneous and intense. I started convulsing around his cock as he manhandled my tits. He let me enjoy myself for a while, but he gradually shifted us around so I was on my back with my head in the corner of the couch. He was on his knees at the edge of the couch as he began to actually fuck me.
His thrusts shifted from urgent and needy to slow and gentle, but eventually, he pushed far into me and just waited. He clearly knew what he was doing, because I started shifting myself around him, feeling his massive cock stimulate every sensitive nerve within me. As I started convulsing on his cock again, he erupted into me.
By the time we both calmed back down, he was gently suckling my tits, though his softened, but still huge, cock remained deep inside me. He leaned up to kiss me gently on the lips before he pulled back. Never in my life have I had the sensation of being so aroused by a cock pulling out of me, but somehow, his softened self rubbed me the right way. It didn’t hurt that, as he fully pulled out, he grabbed his cock and slid it up and around my clit. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum again right then and there.
As Bruce walked away from me, I saw Jake turning up the thermostat. Sure, I’d just had a large, strong man covering me, but we were either going to need clothes or a warmer room. I was glad Jake decided to help us all stay naked.
Looking around the room, I saw four naked, or mostly naked, men. (Bruce still had a t-shirt on at that point.) Looking down at myself, I saw a woman wearing only tights held up by a garter. I stood up and announced to the room that the winner of the first hand would receive an immediate blowjob. While it was well-received with cheers and catcalls, I did not fully realize the motivating effect it would have on the men.