Sandi's Erotic Adventures

A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.

Chapter Thirty-Eight. 2017 January to June.

During the months following my experiences with farmer Phil and his friends, back in 2014, I had often felt tempted to return but somehow it hadn't happened.

However, following my experiences with the group of louts in August 2015 I really did want more of the same. In fact it became a need rather than just a desire, as the feelings of exhilaration I experienced were unlike any I've ever known. Fear of not knowing what would happen to me at their hands, my helplessness to do anything to stop them, had triggered feelings I'd only been vaguely aware of prior to that. I wanted, nay needed, to be used, abused and generally treated as a sex object for the gratification of a group of randy males, whatever the consequences.

(May.) Five young lads.

I came upon the group of lads in a pub, the third I'd visited that evening but the first to offer a glimmer of hope. OK, so I'm not finding it quite so easy to pick up guys now I'm in my fifties!

Anyway, I perched on a bar stool while waiting to be served and overheard the group discussing the best place to 'pull a girl'. The animated discussion continued as they moved away towards a table in the corner.

Once I'd been served, I too drifted towards the corner and sat down at an adjacent table to the lads. Despite showing plenty of leg none of the group gave me a second glance and so, perhaps in desperation, I said, "Excuse me but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation at the bar, if you're looking to 'pull' tonight look no further."

The group turned to look at me, some exchanging glances, but no one seemed inclined to speak.

"Look here, I won't beat about the bush. I love sex, particularly group sex, and am willing to pay you for it."

The lads looked as if they could hardly believe their ears, and neither could I actually, the words seeming to come unbidden.

"How much?" one of them asked eventually, moving nearer to me.

"How about £250 split between you?"

There were five of them so I was thinking £50 each.

Surprised exclamations greeted my words before someone said, "Sounds good to me."

"Hold on!" the first speaker admonished. "If the lady is so desperate for cock that she'll pay for it, she'll also be willing to go higher. Make it a hundred quid each and we'll give you a fucking to remember."

"Agreed," I replied quickly, far too quickly, "but I'll need to find an ATM."

(Perhaps I had some sort of subconscious idea about just this type of scenario because I was carrying a lot more cash than normal but not of course that amount.)

"No problem, there's a cash machine just along the road, on the route to my flat actually."

The lad slid into the seat beside me and squeezing my thigh introduced himself as Harry.

"Sandi," I replied automatically and Harry went on to introduce the others as Colin, Jack, Yann and Lee.

They were all early twenties and as it happened Harry was the only one with his own place, the others still living with parents.

We left the pub and I accompanied the lads to Harry's flat, pausing en route at the cash point and also a corner shop where, at their suggestion, I purchased a large pack of Budweiser and various snacks, Harry remarking that they'd need plenty of refreshment. All in all it looked like being an expensive evening!

Inside Harry's untidy but clean-looking flat, I slipped out of my short jacket while the lads seemed a little shy now the time had come.

It was, perhaps inevitably, Harry who set the ball rolling by coming up behind to encircle me with his arms. His hands cupping my breasts Harry kissed the nape of my neck. At that, three of the others began undressing while Yann kissed me. His hand exploring up under my skirt, Yann exclaimed, "Hey, she's wearing stockings! I've only ever seen girls in pictures wearing them."

"It's a generation thing," someone told him, "she is getting on a bit."

"What are you, mid-forties?" Yann asked, pleasing me rather.

"Fifty-three actually."

"Shit! She's nearly as old as me Nan," Jack, the youngest of the group piped up.

"And had more cock than you've had hot dinners young Jack, I'll be bound," Yann said as he yanked my panties down.

By this time Colin, Jack, and Lee, were naked but for socks and I ran my eyes over the slim young bodies lustfully. Three big hard cocks, lovely!

Urging them to come closer I took a penis in each hand. With Yann unzipping my skirt while Harry removed my top I squeezed the two cocks excitedly, aware of numerous hands groping my legs. Skirt followed my panties to the floor and I kicked the items aside as Harry removed my bra.

"Nice tits," he said, taking them in his hands.

While Harry held my breasts two others pinched and stroked my nipples. Naked, but for the stockings and suspenders which seemed to greatly excite them, I parted my legs to accommodate the many exploring fingers.

Yann knelt on the floor for a moment, watching two of his friends fingering me, before rising to his feet again to undress. Soon, a fourth erect penis was revealed to my excited gaze and when Yann suggested I sit on the only chair in the room I did so, aware of someone murmuring, "Obedient bitch, isn't she."

Yann knelt again and pulled me forward until my bottom was perched on the edge of the chair. Then, hoisting my legs up over his shoulders he buried his face between my thighs. With Lee and Jack flanking me I eagerly resumed my ministrations to their genitals while enjoying the feel of Yann's tongue working on my cunt.

Suddenly, the now naked Harry appeared and pushing Lee aside a bit urged me to suck his cock.

"Gladly," I smiled and took it into my mouth but continued my manipulations of the other two.

'This is brilliant' I thought, a thought which re-occurred time and time again as the five lads kept changing places around me.

It was only after I'd sucked all five cocks several times and experienced a number of orgasms as they took turns performing cunnilingus on me, that I was lifted from the chair and deposited on the bed.

Not unexpectedly Harry went first, and reaching up to him I spread my legs really wide as he mounted me.

"Bloody marvellous way to earn a hundred quid!" he laughed, driving his penis into me.

While Harry fucked me the others clustered round the bed so I could hold two cocks and take another into my mouth yet again.

Harry didn't last long but was quickly followed by Yann.

Then it was Jack's turn and he fucked me at a frantic pace, urged on by his friends.

By the time Colin mounted me I was again holding hard cocks in both hands, the earlier performers already erect and ready for more.

However, after Lee had taken his pleasure with me, bottles were opened and I accepted one glad of the refreshment despite not really liking beer or lager.

I lay on the bed surrounded by the lads, who continued drinking while many hands explored my body.

Harry slid a hand beneath my bottom and with his finger stimulating my anus asked, "Am I right in thinking you take it up here as well? Multiple cocks at once, in fact."

"Yes," I replied weakly, aware of my lower limbs being raised and several hands stroking my bottom.

Someone, I assumed Harry, was fingering my anus then and was soon joined by someone else.

"Come on, let's see how many of us can finger her bum hole at the same time," an excited Yann yelled.

More and more fingers seemed to be sliding in and out of my anus until Harry yelled, "Fucking hell, all five of us have fingers up your bum hole now!"

Eventually, I called them to order and instructed Jack to lay down in my place. I then moved astride him and while sinking down onto Jack's penis told Harry he'd find anal lubricant in my bag.

"The lady, if such she can be called, travels well prepared," he quipped, locating the lubricant.

With Yann standing on the bed in front of me I took his penis into my mouth while feeling Harry's nudging at my anus. It slipped inside and with an excited exclamation, he began bum fucking me.

Holding a penis in each hand while sucking a third, and with two more driving in and out of my cunt and anus, I was practically delirious with excitement.

"Here it comes you randy bitch!" Harry shouted, his discharging penis buried deep inside my anus.

Directly he withdrew another penis drove inside in its place.

It was Yann, and he bum fucked very slowly while multiple hands caressed my body.

Lee bum fucked me next, followed by Colin.

Finally, Jack not wanting to be outdone by his mates, slid out from beneath me to drive his penis deep inside what must have been my very open anus by this time. Because I'd been riding his penis all the time the other four had anal intercourse with me, Jack didn't last long.

I was able to shower before leaving the flat, Harry asking if it had all been worth the £500 I'd paid them.

"Oh yes, it was a fantastic experience! Money well spent."

It was indeed, but I still felt embarrassed and a little humiliated to have actually paid for sex.

* * *

(Early June.) Bob.

I hadn't been to the M***** Centre for a conference before and was immediately impressed by the facilities. The complex boasted over ninety accommodation rooms and the one assigned to me for the three nights was first rate. The conference itself was spread over two days with smaller discussion groups arranged at set periods throughout.

With so many delegates I wasn't all that surprised to find the reception area crowded and quite congested. Eventually though, I manage to get myself booked in and having filled out the required form and short questionnaire, was assigned a room. At that point, a guy who introduced himself as an assistant manager, said he'd escort me to my room personally as the porters were fully engaged. The smiling assistant manager picked the larger of my two cases up and introducing himself as Bob escorted me to the room.

It was as I bent to place my small case on the floor that the assistant manager delivered an almighty slap to my backside.

"Ooh!" I cried in surprise, straightening up quickly. "What was that for?"

Bob laughed before complimenting me on my style of dress. I was wearing a sleeveless red floral top and black pencil shirt with hemline just above the knee.

"Very nice outfit," he went on. "The combination of sexiness with complete respectability."

Bob was removing his jacket when he went on, "I've never seen you in anything other than stockings and suspenders before so admire your dress sense."

I looked sharply at the smiling Bob who promptly continued speaking.

"Every time I've seen you before today you've been stretched out on a hotel bed with legs spread ready for the next customer. I've fucked you about a dozen times over the years and paid handsomely for the pleasure," he told me. "Today though I'm having it for free."

Shocked by Bob's words I looked at him quizzically, although knew instinctively where he was coming from. Bob must have been a client at some stage, one of the more regular ones, and had recognised me in reception. I had sometimes wondered if I'd ever meet one of them in what might be called 'real life'.

Tie and shirt removed, the six feet something tall Bob revealed a broad chest covered by dark curly hair. Sitting down to remove his shoes Bob said he'd paid for sex with me at Bryce's hotel in London, which it seems is part of the same hotel chain as this venue.

"Staff from the group sometimes attend training sessions in London and occasionally you've been plying your trade there at the same time. I already knew from Bryce that you lead a secret double-life, a highly respected professional lady solicitor on the one hand and a prostitute on the other, but I'm surprised you use your real name. I realised I knew you from somewhere directly I clapped eyes on you in reception but it was only while reading your details on the booking form that I realised where. I've previously only seen you on your back and on those occasions spent more time looking at your cunt than face. It seems you're a solicitor in more ways than one."

The smiling Bob was standing now and undoing his trousers, his intentions plain.

"I think you'd better go. I need a shower and to rest before the 'get to know you session' in the conference room later."

"I don't think so. Previously I didn't know much about you apart from Bryce telling me you are something of a high-flyer in your chosen profession, but now I know your full name and address, including office address and phone numbers."

Removing his trousers Bob revealed a pair of bright yellow boxer shorts and I found it hard to hide a smile, despite feeling concerned by his words.

"Unless you want your fellow delegates to know all about your secret life as a prostitute you'll get undressed now."

I shuddered, hearing the words I'd been dreading.

"And if you think I'm bluffing or that no one will believe me think again. The bar manager who will be on duty this evening has also paid to fuck you a couple of times and will back up my story."

There was a sharpness to Bob's tone now and I replied that it was nothing short of blackmail.

"Yes, delicious isn't it. You're going to strip off and spread your legs for me now and whenever I want it throughout the duration of the conference and beyond, or everybody will learn how you like to spend your spare time. You are nothing but a common prostitute and like nothing better than spreading your legs for unknown guys, hundreds of them according to Bryce."

He slipped the outrageous boxers off to reveal a really large penis of equally large girth.

"Ah! I think I might remember you now."

"You ought to, the way I made you yell every time I drove my big cock up inside your cunt."

In spite of feeling concerned by Bob's words I had automatically unzipped my side fastening skirt and he laughed as it fell to the floor.

"Bryce said you always wear sexy undies," he commented, eyeing my stockings and the reddish/pink panties I had on.

Peeling my top off I dropped it on the carpet to remove my bra, Bob exclaiming, "Very nice! You might have been round the block a bit, your well-used cunt being home for hundreds of cocks, but you've still a nice body on you. On your knees and suck my cock."

I promptly knelt at Bob's feet but before I could carry out his instruction he grabbed a handful of my hair. Yanking my head up Bob brushed my lips with the tip of his erect penis. Then he slapped it against my nose and cheeks before pressing his entire genitalia to my face.

"Now use your tongue on my cock and balls," he commanded.

I flicked my tongue up and down, round and round, the bulbous head of his penis before running my parted lips along the shaft. Sucking one of Bob's balls into my mouth briefly, I then resumed the licking of his penis. Repeating the process with his other testicle I heard Bob mutter how good it felt.

Next, I took his penis into my mouth to suck it greedily and with Bob slowly thrusting in and out I soon found my nose buried in his pubic hair. He came then, the full length of his penis filling my mouth and throat as I swallowed the copious amount of semen released.

I already knew quite a few of the other delegates I realised, whilst mingling at the 'get to know one another session' later that afternoon, which of course made Bob's threat of going public about my secret sex life even more worrying. I knew then, if I hadn't realised it before, that I would have to go along with whatever Bob had in mind.

Returning to my room when the gathering of delegates broke up I found a naked Bob stretched out on the bed reading a magazine, presumably having used a master key to gain access.

"I've ensured you are on first sitting for the evening meal because we're going out afterwards. Wear the same gear you had on earlier, I like that outfit."

"Where are we going? Anyway I might not want to wear those clothes again."

"Our destination is the home of a distant relation of mine. He's in his sixties and hasn't had sex since his wife walked out over twenty years ago and you'll realise why when you see him. Tonight you're going to spread your legs for the most repulsive guy in C********, and you'll be doing it for free. Regarding your mode of dress; perhaps you need reminding that now you're my sex slave and will obey me completely. The slightest refusal will result in your story ending up in the tabloids. Wouldn't want that would you?"

"God no!" I cried, biting my lip as I realised my anguished response was exactly what Bob wanted to hear.

"In that case you will obey me in everything for the next two months, after which I'm emigrating to Australia so you'll be off the hook. Your body is mine to command now and as you are nothing but a common prostitute anyway, opening your legs for all the guys I introduce you to shouldn't be a problem. Bryce reckoned the money was just a bonus and all you really wanted was cock, and plenty of it."

Bob finished his speech by telling me to bend over the back of one of the two chairs in the room whereupon he pulled my skirt up, yanked my panties down, and proceeded to spank me.

I submitted without protest and afterwards Bob said, "Good, I think you understand your position now. For the next two months you're mine to command after which I shall depart these shores and take your secret with me. Agreed?"

"Yes, OK," I said, in little more than a whisper.

"Good, now kneel on the end of the bed."

Again I simply did as Bob requested and next minute his penis drove deep inside me.

"This is better than paying for it," Bob chortled, as gripping my hips firmly he fucked me lustily.

Collecting me from my room later, Bob grinned to find me dressed the way he'd instructed. His hand squeezing my bottom he steered me towards the lift.

Bob drove for perhaps twenty minutes before turning into a cul-de-sac and parking. Exiting the car he led the way along a narrow flagstone path through a very over-grown garden. The house itself looked as shabby as the garden with the front door sorely in need of a lick of paint.

The large fat man who opened the door to us looked as unkempt as his garden, wearing a torn and stained t-shirt with equally filthy-looking baggy grey flannels. His jowly face hadn't seen a razor in

several days.

"Here she is Marcus. Sandi's a whore who'll do anything you like and it's all free tonight. Isn't that right Sandi?" Bob said once we were inside the house.

"Yes," I agreed through gritted teeth, eyeing the dirt and disorder of the lounge.

I found Marcus even more repulsive than the picture Bob had painted and with the guy leering at me and roughly poking my breasts I almost ran from the house in disgust.

"That's the spirit Marcus, no need to stand on ceremony with this old tart. Take the slut upstairs and do as you want with her. She never says no, this one."

Seizing my wrist Marcus led me upstairs to a very untidy and disordered bedroom. Nearer seventy than sixty Marcus was bald, fat and decidedly unattractive I thought, slipping my shoes off and eyeing the rumpled and stained bed linen with revulsion.

"Do a proper striptease for me," he commanded.

"Without music?" I looked about without seeing any sound system.

"Yea, just peel your things off while moving about a bit," the fat man told me, slipping out of his grubby t-shirt.

"OK," I replied and peeled my top off.

While I undid and removed my bra Marcus shed his trousers to reveal underpants which might have been white once but looked a filthy grey colour now. Breathing heavily he pushed the underpants down and kicked them off.

With his large ponderous belly hanging low I doubt if Marcus could see the penis he was stroking while watching me undress.