I look over to where the shrill question came from. A blonde haired woman was walking out of a hall and by the kitchen, her honeydew sized breasts bouncing freely with her hurried gaunt. She reached the living room, looking at the men gathered around, her violet eyes settling on me. “What the hell is going on here?” she repeated, one hand on her wide hip, the other gesturing to the three ‘having at’ me. The man behind me pressed his cock against my used ass hole, and entered quickly, his penetration aided by the creamy lubrication of the previous two. I moan around the meat in my mouth as he enters, my hand wrapping around his rod and pumping up and down the exposed shaft at my lips.
“We, uh, got tired of waiting to take turns on one, and another happened to fall into our laps,” Mick offered.
“Yeah, this one is happy to take multiples! Jon had her all to himself when you arrived, and she wanted more,” someone else chimed in.
“Just seeing how much she can really take,” said the owner of the cock in my mouth. He then pressed against my face, his hand firmly behind my head. I opened wide as his hardness squeezed itself into my throat, the newly familiar feeling rapidly building another orgasm. The man between my legs held the backs of my thighs as he began thrusting up into me hard, my body jerking with his motions making my body slip along the cocks in my throat and ass.
“Is she even a call girl?!” the woman asked.
“Apparently not, but she’s more than happy to have fun,” replied another man. “She’s even taking everyone bare!”
“Well,” the woman continued, with a bit more sultry tone in her voice. “I can’t let some amateur show me up.”
She walked over to me, kneeling down on the rug as my side. Her hand reached out and groped at my swaying breast, kneading the tender flesh and pinching at my nipple expertly. My orgasm exploded instantly, the man under me getting drenched by my climaxing pussy. “Mmmm, there you go,” she cooed, scratching her nails along my back. She pushed against the man at my face, and he reluctantly backed up. I gasped as his cock pulled free from my throat, and moaned through my growing orgasm. The woman sent her hand from my back, tracing its way along my round ass, down and around my thigh, and to my spasming pussy. Her fingers circle and twist around my hardened clit, as if to drive my climax higher than ever. I shake and tremble violently at her touch, and she quickens her teasing motions.
“Ooh, look at that,” she says. “Looks like someone’s about to get another creamy center.” I moan harder, my agonizing orgasm cresting more intensely than I’ve ever experienced as I feel the first jet of gooey warmth erupt from the cock buried in my convulsing folds. My inner walls provide pulsing constrictions around his throbbing pole, draining every potent drop of his seed. Every spurt from his cock intensifies my climax, and I cry out in absolute ecstasy as she guides the man at my face back, his cock cutting my scream short as it again plugs my throat.
The man behind me pushes in to his limit, holding my hips tight in his hands as his cock begins pulsing. The warmth spreading in my ass is invigorating, my self control returning somewhat in our shared orgasm. I reach up and start massaging the balls bumping into my chin with each thrust into my throat. The man under me leans up and begins sucking at my free nipple, his hands running up and down my body.
As I feel the man behind me pull away with a final slap on my ass, I bury my face into the pelvis of the one in front of me. “That’s a good girl,” the woman coaxes, her wet fingers wandering their way back up from my aching pussy. They glide across my back and guide my head back and forth against the twitching cock. His buried manhood begins throbbing against the tightness of my throat, ejecting his load into my stomach. Stars burn in my vision, my eyes roll up into my head as darkness closes in around me. Just before I lose consciousness the woman pulls me away. I fall against the man beneath me, and he lifts me off. I cough and sputter through the cum in my throat as I fall to the soft fabric of the rug, small spasms still rocking my body.
“Oh, dear!” the woman excitedly proclaims. “Looks like she needs ‘mouth to pussy’ resuscitation!” She moves to my knees and spreads them apart as she positions me onto my back. My hand rests on the cold tile, the sensation anchoring me to reality. I clear my throat with a swallow as I feel her blow softly against my steamy pink. It makes me moan softly, and I look at the men gathered around. Most are hard, stroking their cocks as they watch the woman play with me. The others look on excitedly with their spent erections slowly returning.
My legs twitch around her head with more body spasms as she continues to blow. I inhale sharply when her face descends, mouth covering my wet hole. Her tongue easily penetrates my gaping pussy and lashes from side to side, gliding all around. It flicks against my clit, slips back down and grinds against every nerve of my velvety opening. Her hands move up, fingers crawling past my stomach, tickling my ribs, and covering my breasts. She squeezes softly and wobbles her hips, putting on a show for all the men. Her face rose, mouth coated in the slick juices from my pussy and however many men filled me, “I sure hope no one takes advantage of me in such an exposed position.” She teases them all with a coy smile and wink, then dips back down to the feast between my legs.
Needing no further invitation, a man with curly brown hair and light stubble around his jaw moved behind her. He squatted low with his feet outside her knees, held one of her wiggling hips in one hand, and guided his stiff erection into her with the other. She moaned beautifully into me as he pushed deeper into her, then began licking at my clit and sliding three fingers into my wetness. Her magical tongue swirled around my sensitive bud, fingers curling against my g-spot making me moan to the men surrounding us. They all stood there enjoying the show, stroking themselves above me.
Another orgasm consumed me, drenching the blonde woman between my legs and making my arms flail about. My hands gripped the ankles of two men, fingers digging in harder than I had intended as my back arched up off the floor. The woman continued fingering and licking at me, forcing my climax higher, and she giggled when my legs reflexively closed around her. Something warm and sticky splashed onto my chest. I pried my eyes open to see another rope of cum erupt from one of the cocks above me, glinting in the light as it rained onto my rippling breast. He groaned with a third strand shooting from his body, or maybe that was the owner of the cock across from him. Another shaft throbbed it’s potent seed down onto me – two, three, four globs of semen covering my chest before a third pulsed to life. The men coated my stomach, chest, and face in their cum, one after another while their friend pounded harder and harder into the prostitute as she devoured my never-ending orgasm. The only time she pulled away from my quivering folds was to address the man behind her.
“Pull out and add your stuff to the young lady,” she instructed. With one final slap to her ass, he withdrew his red cock, got to his feet, and stood over the woman’s head, feet on either of my trembling hips, and stroked himself to completion. His warmth rained down onto me, shooting as far as my eyes, the rest joining the fluids on my breasts and dribbling down to my navel.
The woman looked up at me from her juicy meal, raised her head with a final lick against my clit, and smiled at me. She used the fingers of her free hand to scrape away some of the cooling semen. Her fingers slide along my breasts, down my chest, and across my stomach, gathering up more of their combined fluids. The semen was pushed over my pubic mound, and was allowed to flow down over my clit and sore lips, pooling in the hand of the still buried fingers. She tipped her hand up, allowing the pooled cum into me. Her hand repeated its movements a few more times, gathering up more of their semen and guiding it into my pussy. She pulled her fingers free, then pressed her hand against my gaping pussy, letting nothing out.
“You look ready for another go already,” she said. I noticed she was talking to Mick, who was still fully erect. “Care to send all of this biological material home?” My eyes widened a bit, about as much as they could as my orgasm began to fade. ‘Is she actively trying to get me pregnant?’ The thought had hardly crossed my mind before he quickly walked around us, dropping to his knees. I was about to protest, feeling the familiar pressure of his thickness straining against my tender lips, when the woman licked her way up my body, then kissed me. Her kiss was aggressive and deep, tongue plunging into my open mouth.
I tasted my own juices on her slick tongue, as well as the bitter semen of almost a dozen men. The raw, sexual flavors added to the feeling of being stuffed more fully than ever before brought my nearly faded orgasm roaring back to life. She pulled away from our hungry kiss, then brought her lips to my ear, “That’s it, baby. Cum for him. Let his sensitive cock feel your body milk another load from his balls.” She nibbled the soft flesh beneath my ear, her fingers tracing across my spasming body, finding their way back down to my convulsing pussy. “I’ll bet no one has made him cum three times in one night,” she teased with a whisper.
As if on cue, Mick groaned. I felt his massive cock pulse to life as his semen flowed into me, joining the rest already inside. My quivering depths drank it all in, desperate to achieve its reproductive purpose. I moaned into the woman’s mouth, once again pressing into mine as the warmth flowed into my belly, eager to fertilize a young woman’s egg. The fear of potentially being bred by so many strangers hadn’t really even crossed my mind until now, only to fade as quickly as it appeared. My legs wrapped around Mick, elevating my hips into his as they drew him closer, letting his latest orgasm pump deep into me.
“Good girl,” the prostitute cooed, caressing my face with one hand, the other working tirelessly between Mick and I.
I don’t remember how long it all took, or falling asleep. And I certainly don’t remember anyone else fucking me that night, not that I could tell you their names (except Mick). I do remember waking up on the couch the next morning, nothing but a blanket over me, laying on my back with my legs crossed and pillows keeping my ass raised. I didn’t really think anything of it then, just sore and eager to get out. But where are my clothes? I don’t really remember where I put them. And I could really use a shower, I vaguely recall one being in a bedroom? If I remember right, that’s where most of my clothes should be, too.
I moved to get off the couch, struggling to get my legs over the edge. The tingling reminded me of so many orgasms, and I couldn’t help but smile. I sat up on the couch, feet touching the cool tiles beneath, and my smile faded. “I just had unprotected sex with how many guys? And most of them came inside? I gotta get out and get some plan B, or whatever people use.” So many thoughts swarming my head, I didn’t even notice. I’m not alone.
Mick is sleeping on a chair across from my couch. So many men had their way with me, and he’s the only one I know. Well, at least his name. I doubt I could even pick the others out of a lineup. I get myself off the couch, and tenderly walk to the chair closest to where I believe the room is. I rest against the chair for a moment, looking back at the sleeping man. He’s still naked, like me, with a pillow on his lap. If I had time, and the stamina, I might wake him up for another round. Or two. My eyes dwelled too long, and when they wandered up the rippling muscles of his body to his chiseled face, his open eyes met mine.
“Morning,” he said in a rough, groggy voice. “Like what you see?”
I pushed off the chair, arching my back. His eyes locked on my firm breasts, nipples hard in the morning chill (and maybe something else). “Do you?” I replied. The pillow on his lap moved, turning up into his abs as his thick cock grew.
“Does that answer your question?” He got up from the chair, pillow falling to the floor, and approached me. His erection extended towards me, as if pointing me out as his target. I turned to him as he reached me, and allowed myself to fall into his arms.
“Little dramatic, but ok,” he said, looking down at me.
I looked up into his eyes, feeling his manhood brush against my hip. “Having some trouble moving right now,” I said with a giggle.
He laughed at me, “I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”
“I do,” I replied, taking his shaft in one hand. He groaned softly at the touch. “But I’m a bit sore…”
“Maybe later?” he asked. The memory of him thrusting into me made my response quick.
“Absolutely.”
His smile seemed to light up the room, it was so genuine. “What can I do for you in the meantime?”
I pretended to look thoughtful, “Well, I could go for a shower.”
“Say no more,” he said. Then he picked me up and carried me to a room on the other side of the living area. I felt so content and safe in his arms, that I didn’t really want him to put me back down. We get into the bathroom, and I reach up to kiss him. He kisses me back, and we just stay in the small room, our lips locked together with me still held in his strong arms. His tongue pushes into my mouth first. Our tongues glide against each other, dancing together in our warm mouths. I suck his tongue into my mouth as our kiss eventually breaks, and he sets me down. His tongue is still in my mouth when my feet touch the soft fibres of a rug, and I reluctantly release him. His smile continues as he turns to leave.
“How do I work it?” I ask, fully aware that I could turn it on myself. He plants another kiss on my head as he walks to the shower, and turns a handle to start the water. His hand reaches in to gauge the temperature, then rubs against a towel once the water is warm. He smacks my ass while heading for the door again.
I roll my eyes, “Got a towel?” I ask.
He turns back to me, “There are more under the sink, but feel free to use the one hangin-”
I cut him off by grasping his throbbing cock, “Care to join me?”
It finally clicks. He laughs, then lets me guide him into the shower. I sink to my knees a bit clumsily, and lick at the impressive head bulging at the end of his pole. My hands stroke back and forth along his shaft, and with some difficulty I manage to wrap my lips around his mushroomed head. My tongue struggles to move in my suddenly filled mouth, but slips back and forth under the sensitive flesh. His hand pushes into the back of my head, wet hair wrapping around his fingers as I begin sucking. He groans at the pleasure, letting me work him into another orgasm. His shaft gets more and more red with each slide of my hands, and I send one to his balls. I fondle them in one hand, stroke him with the other, and suck as my tongue slips around under his bulbous head.
“Fuck,” he says, then groans louder. His cock pulses, thick ropes of cum coating the back of my throat before finding its way down. I gag around him and push away. His cumming cock emerges from my mouth, another warm, thick strand shooting out onto my face. I swallow the semen in my mouth, then open up for more as he starts stroking himself onto me. Some of it gets into my waiting mouth, most covers my cheeks, or splashes against my chest. I didn’t know how much I would enjoy being covered in semen before last night, but was certainly pleased to learn.
A familiar stirring had begun between my legs as his orgasm subsided, leaving me with a few strands dripping from my chin down to my breasts. He helped me to my feet, and we switched sides. The steamy water sprayed his back, which blocked it from me. He went to his knees, then sunk lower. He guided my leg onto his shoulder, bringing my tingling pussy to his face. A sturdy hand caressed my ass, helping to stabilize me against him. I let the warm water clean the goop from my body as his tongue explored my delicate flower. Then it was my turn to grip his head.
It didn’t take long for him to lick me into climax, but he kept going. His tongue, lips and fingers dug out a few orgasms, all rolled into one. Without his hand helping me stay upright I absolutely would have fallen mid orgasm. Once he was satisfied (after I pried him away) we washed and exited the shower. He carried me from the bathroom, and back into the first room I’d had sex in the night before, and set me on the bed. He went into the adjoining bathroom and came back with a couple of towels.
“Sorry, would have helped you dry off in the other room, but I was enjoying seeing you so wet,” he said with a wink. He tossed me a towel, and I let it fall onto me.
“Maybe I’ll stay wet for a while, then,” I said, trying to sound seductive. He smirked at me as he dried off. “Where is everyone?” I asked, suddenly remembering there are other people in the world.
“They all went home after the… party.”
I looked at him a bit surprised, “Should we go, too?”
“Why,” he asked. “It’s my house.” He met my face, apparently seeing the surprised look. “Don’t look so surprised, you’re the one who wasn’t necessarily supposed to be here.”
My eyes widened with near terror.
“It’s ok,” he said, misreading my expression. “I’m happy you came. In more ways than one.”
“No, it’s not that,” I said. “My car died, just after my phone. I really need to charge it to let my parents know I’m ok!”
“Parents?” He asked, stopping his efforts to dry off. “How young are you, exactly?”
“Old enough for that, don’t worry.” The sudden relief from him made me laugh, “I just need to let them know I wasn’t abducted by some crazed maniac or something.”
“I’ve got some spare cords, if you need one. What kind of phone do you have?”
He gave me a charger, and a few carefully bent truths with a long explanation later, we were both able to relax. I let my parents know all was well, that I had crashed with some old friends. Might have lied about going out of town to tour some places to live during university, but I felt justified.
“So, out of town for a week?” Mick inquired.
“Yeah, I’m not quite ready to go yet.” I flashed my best puppy dog eye look at him, “That is, if you’ll have me.”
He grinned, “Oh, I’ll have you alright. Over and over.”
He rolled over from where he had been laying next to me, my legs falling open as he took position between them. I was glad for the panic, at least it gave me time to recover enough for this monster cock.
“Before we continue,” he said, his cock already pressing against my spreading lips, “what’s your name?”
“Call me Jenna,” I said, my legs wrapping around his.
“Nice to meet you, Jenna,” he said, steadily sliding his thick meat into my dripping pussy. “I think we’ll be the best of friends.”
All I could do was moan in response, happy to be playing with my new friend. Little did I know, our future would go so much deeper.
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