Back in 2009, I owned four rental properties. I have a few more now, but these original four were given to me by my father, when my twin and I turned eighteen. We both were given investment properties for financial security, so that we'd always have an income of our own, regardless of what we did with our lives. My sister chose to drop out of college in her sophomore year and get married, while I finished my bachelor's degree and went on to grad school, but dad made sure we both learned how to manage and take care of these income-properties to protect his investment and our nest-egg.
The summer of 2009 was an eventful one for me. My boyfriend, David had his terrible car accident in late June, and a few weeks later, my girlfriend Nicole discovered a pea-sized lump in my right breast. By August, I'd had a biopsy performed, and learned to my great relief that it was benign, but since it was a fibro-adenoma, my doctor recommended that I have it surgically removed before it got any bigger.
I scheduled my surgery with a plastic surgeon for November, to have it taken out cosmetically, through an incision around my nipple, making the scar nearly invisible. This was important not only because I am admittedly vain about my looks, but also because I was still modeling back then. Having been sobered up not only my boyfriend's brush with death, but my own mortality as well, I wanted to let loose, and do something totally wild again before my surgery. Afterwards, I wouldn't be wanting anyone to see my breast for a few months, until the scar healed.
One of my rentals needed a kitchen remodel that summer after the tenant moved out. Since David was still laid up, recovering from several broken ribs, I undertook the job of lining up a contractor on my own. That summer I had moved from Columbus, back to the small town in Licking County where I grew up. After David was released from the hospital, my girlfriend and I agreed to move in with him, so we could care for him until he was back on his feet. I also needed to cover for him at work, managing my dad's leasing company. He had been running it since he finished grad-school, four years ahead of me.
Out of necessity, I was learning a lot about management and contracting, in a hurry. I also knew a lot of the maintenance guys who worked for my dad, so I asked them if they could give me a reference for a good contractor to re-do my kitchen. Three of them volunteered themselves. Two of these three were the same guys who had been snowed-in with me one weekend at David's place, the year before. On a capricious whim, I had availed them, along with several others who were lucky enough to have been there that night, the opportunity for an impromptu gang-bang.
One of the reasons these two were so anxious to work on my kitchen was apparently the hope that they might get another chance to sleep with me. The third guy was a nineteen year-old kid who had just started working for my dad's company, and was being trained by the other two. He was recruited as a general laborer on my kitchen, but I'm sure the other two must have told him about what I'd done with all the guys on the night of the blizzard.
They offered to work for much less than what my dad paid them if I would buy all the materials, and they could work nights and weekends to finish the job by the end of the month. I agreed, because I knew and trusted these guys. However, they also knew I had the power to get them fired from their day-jobs if they screwed me over, so I considered it a deal. But the real bargaining began when they were finished.
After a couple weeks, they had me come look at the completed kitchen. It was beautiful. The cabinets and counter-tops were just the way I wanted them, and they even installed new flooring. I asked them how much I owed. They tallied up their hours and it came to around $3,700 labor, at the agreed upon rate. But then they added, with grins on their faces, they would be willing to negotiate another deal I might be interested in.
I expected this was coming, and I knew what they really wanted, but I'd never negotiated a deal before that included my body. I was ready for their obscene proposal before they had even suggested it, but I wasn't sure just how much they were willing to discount, for a chance to screw me. I was pretty sure the two in their twenties, Lyle and Cameron, had already fucked me on the night of the snow-storm, but I couldn't be sure, because I had been blind-folded, with my hands tied to the bed-posts. I'm sure they were anxious to find out what I was like in bed in a more participatory role.
The younger one had only seen me around the office, and I knew he was completely smitten. Since he had only heard about my legendary sexual escapades from his friends, I was guessing that he would be desperate for them to negotiate sex with me at any cost. He was the weak-link in their bargaining strategy, and I knew it! I was thinking I'd have to make concessions for a percentage, but the kid urged them to let me have my entire kitchen free, as long as I agreed to a night of sex with all three of them.
After a lot of coy bargaining and joking around, I finally agreed to their terms, and they knew I would seriously do it. However, I didn't want to spend three different nights with them. I told them they could all three have me for one night, and I'd give them my best, since they had given their best work to me. They had to think this part of the bargain over for a few moments, but the idea that a girl would willingly take on three guys at once intrigued them, so they agreed to my stipulation.
Ordinarily, my open-minded boyfriend would get a lot of vicarious gratification out of me fucking other guys in his presence, but since he was laid up, convalescing, I decided it would be better to pay off my debt away from his presence. I didn't want the poor guy having to lie helpless, listening to me having an orgy with three of the guys who work for him, without being able to get any fun out of it himself. So, I told the guys I'd come and spend the night at one of their places.
Saturday night arrived, and they picked me up at the appointed time. I'd already eaten, and was all set for the long night to begin. I had showered, shaved, and even taken an enema, expecting to be ass-fucked or DPed, so I was expecting to be taken straight to Cameron's place, but they had other plans. They all wanted to take me out to dinner first, which caught me off-guard. I was all prepared to service these guys, and I wasn't expecting a 'date', especially with three of them!
My mind wasn't exactly on romance, and the idea of being out in public with these three was making me a little nervous, in case someone I knew saw us. We went out to a nice restaurant, and I just ordered something light. I don't usually drink, but they bought me a couple of Margaritas, thinking I might need loosening up. That's usually not a problem for me, but this night was all about me pleasuring them. I knew I would probably get some orgasms too, but for $3,700. I was basically expected to be the best lay they'd ever had. I was starting to feel some performance anxiety.
I knew a lot of the thrill for them was who I was. I wasn't just another date. I was their boss's daughter - an identical twin, to boot, both of whom they knew. I was also their manager's girl-friend, and at the moment, the woman who had just stepped in to temporarily take over the company they worked for. Had I known then that the job would turn out to be permanent, I never would have gone through with this.
The older two, at least, I had known for a few years. It would be quite an accomplishment for them, bedding one of the daughters in the family-owned business. We'd been joking around with each other for years about my dating status. While my twin was already married, the guys liked to tease David that I was still up for grabs. Unlike my dad, I had always been very approachable with everyone in the company. In fact, the general rumor was that their boss, David had hooked up with a sex-fiend. Tonight they were going to get their chance to find out just how much!
They put on some music when we got back to their place, and I turned down the air-conditioning. It was a hot August night, and it was only going to get hotter with three horny guys hovering around me. The youngest was Kevin. He got up and danced with me while the others watched. I like to dance with my arms over my head a lot, because it makes me feel sexy, and shows off my boobs so well. I turned and faced the others, while Kevin danced close behind me. It was one of those slow, slinky, hip-gyrating dances, and I kept rubbing my ass into his crotch while I flirted with the other two with my eyes.
I wasn't sure if they had talked about how they wanted to do this. Some guys, most really, are more than a little weirded-out by being naked in bed with another guy, making love to the same girl. I wondered if they'd eventually take me into the bedroom one by one, or whether this would be more interesting, and I'd be with them all at once. Kevin was sliding his hands around the curve of my ass, and pulling his fingers up through my crack, as much as my tight jeans allowed. I think he was testing me to see if I was really giving them free rein over my body.
He hooked his fingertips around my whale-tail, which was arching up around my hips above my waist band, and tugged up on my thong until it was digging into my pussy. It stretched between my inner lips so tightly, it was getting uncomfortable to dance. I reached around and brought his hands up, and wrapped them around my breasts to give him something better to play with. He loved pinching and rolling my nipples through my thin cotton top. I knew I was going to have to take the lead and gently show these guys what to do and what not to do, so I didn't get hurt by their rowdiness. I didn't want to start the evening with panty-burns in my pussy, before they even got a dick in me!
I could tell Kevin was a little clumsy and inexperienced with girls. He'd probably only been with a few immature teenaged girls, but since I've been with a lot of teen-aged boys, I could manage Kevin. He was the hottest for me. I decided to get him off first to slow him down a little. I reached behind me and stroked his cock through his pants. He was already hard as steel.
I kept rubbing until he got a bit weak in the knees, and I backed him down onto the love-seat behind us. I gave him an impromptu lap-dance, and straddled him, while pushing my breasts into his face. I looked over my shoulder to see what the other two were doing. They were already rubbing their cocks hard through their jeans. I seductively pulled my top off, and let Kevin grab my tits while I ground my crotch against his bulge.
My jeans were getting damp, and I wanted to taste some cock, so I slid down to the floor and undid Kevin's pants, yanking them down to his shoes, along with his boxers. His stiff rod bobbed back and forth while I looked it over (and under). I slid my mouth down over it, and judged him to measure about six-and-a-half inches. About average. I sucked and tugged on it, licking around his soft head and tickling the spot just below the inverted V of his glans, which drives most guys wild.
He held my head down to keep from coming too soon, but I wanted him to come. Most guys over age sixteen have about three to four ejaculations in them per night. I calculated I was going to induce between nine and twelve male orgasms between them before the night was over, and I didn't want to waste time getting started. I sucked his brains out, and he trembled for a moment, then shot a huge gob into my mouth that I quickly swallowed. I can usually swallow cum quite easily without choking or gagging, a skill I developed from much practice!
While Kevin was sprawled all over the love-seat regaining his senses, the other two pulled me to my feet. Lyle unbuttoned his shirt so he could feel my bare breasts pressed into him while we danced close. He was muscled like a laborer, and my hard nipples dug into his chest. After a few minutes, Cameron cut in, and we did a little dirty-dancing when the music went up tempo. I ground my sex into his through our jeans. He had to bend his knees to get down to my level, since I am a tiny thing next to these three.
We started kissing and tonguing each other, and he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed. Kevin followed us in, already naked, and getting erect again. The other two stripped while I watched them with fascination, propped up on my elbows. Even though two of these guys may have had their cocks in me once before, this would be my first chance to actually see what they looked like naked.
I kicked my pumps off, and Lyle crawled over me and sucked my nipples, while the other two pulled off my jeans and thong. Cameron was the best endowed of the three, and I guessed that he probably had been the first guy who had fucked me on the night of the snow-storm the previous year. If so, he was going to be a good fuck! Even in a gang-bang, some cocks remain memorable.
Choreographing a foursome is not always easy. One girl split three ways can get a bit awkward at times, and I wanted them to get over any hang-ups they might have about their cocks getting in each others way. I asked two of them to put their cocks in my mouth at the same time so I could get them used to touching each other. With any luck, I could get two of them in my pussy at the same time too. That was always an amazing feeling, but it was easier doing it with bi-sexual guys, who didn't mind having their cocks compressed intimately together with another guy's, inside a girl's tight tunnel.
There was a little awkwardness at first. I sucked each of them while I was on my knees, going from one cock to another, then pulling them close, so I could stick two of them in my mouth at the same time. I stroked and caressed two, while the third was pushing down my throat. I was like an orchestra leader directing the band, and they were eager to please.
I laid Cameron down on the bed and straddled him cowgirl-style, rubbing my wet pussy over his erection, getting him soaked before plunging him inside me. The others knelt on either side of us, and I sucked and jacked them, alternately. I felt Cameron tip-up, to slip his shaft under my pubic bone and impale me, right up to the hilt. I gasped, and undulated my hips forward and back, pushing him in and out of my sloppy pussy. I tingled with every inch of him rubbing my insides.
I kept flipping my long hair away from my face so I could turn side to side and suck Lyle and then Kevin, while I rode Cameron like a bucking bronco. Cameron gave me my first orgasm of many, as my knees and thighs strained to cram his manhood into me, deeper and deeper. The other two cupped my tits in their hands, and pulled my nipples until I wanted to scream, but I could only choke out a muffled moan with my mouth filled with penis.
I wanted Cameron to cum inside me, but he wanted to prove how long he could last, so I pulled him out of me and rolled over on my back so one of the other two could fuck me missionary-style. Kevin grabbed my hips, and pulled my ass down till I was still just on the edge of the bed. He hungrily pushed his stiff meat into my slippery sheath. Cameron straddled my face and presented his cock for me to suck my own juices off of it, while Kevin started to jack-hammer his cock into my soaked, tingling hole.
I was squeezing my juices out all over the sheets. It was so incredible being taken by three cute guys at once. Kevin came hard inside me after a few minutes, so his juicy load was soon running out of my slit, mixed with my own copious flow. Kevin pulled out and Lyle immediately took his place, slamming his shaft home in my cum-lubricated cunt. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders so he could feel himself bury his thick, bony cock as deeply inside me as possible. With my legs pulled up over his shoulders, Lyle kept lifting my ass off the bed with every thrust. Cameron kept slipping out of my mouth, because my body was being jerked around so much. I felt his wet dick rubbing all over my face and neck, and left my mouth wide open so he could get it back inside my mouth.
Lyle's cock was shorter, but fatter than his friends', and the friction of his quick thrusts was really heating up my inner labia, despite being so sloppy wet. Lyle suddenly froze, then pumped me full of his semen, and less than a minute later, Cameron exploded in my mouth. I was able to swallow some, but the rest ran down my chin and neck. By this time, I was panting and sweaty, and they knew I needed a breather. They had all ejaculated in me so close together, I knew it would be awhile before they were ready for the next round. I got up and ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. They toweled-off while I was gone. After I returned, I sat cross-legged on the bed, and asked for something to drink.
While I sat there sipping orange-aide, they kept telling me how amazing I was. Of course, I loved every compliment on my looks, my body and sexual prowess. So far, I was having fun, and thought I had made a pretty good deal, paying for my kitchen remodel this way. However, the night was still young! During our little break, they asked me about my relationship with David.