The Gift

'What the fuck is he thinking?' I asked myself after I had reapplied my lipstick.

I took a deep breath and finally exited the small men's restroom. I slowly walked back to our table, afraid that you really did invite those three men to sit with us while there was a remote controlled vibrator against my clit.

When I got back to the table, you aren't sitting down. You are at the table with the three guys, laughing and talking to them. When you see me return, you turn around and wave. The men turn and wave too. I smile and wave back, and sit back down in my seat. My legs feel weak.

I watch you, as you turn back to the three men, and I see you gesture toward the table. You turn back to me, and the men stand and follow you to where I am. "Hi, baby," you say, placing your hand on my shoulder. "These are some of my buddies from work. Guys, this is my girl."

I smile, because you sound so proud when you say I'm yours. "Honey," you say, "This is Tim."

The first man who entered extended his hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you," I say softly through a smile.

"You too," Tim says. He has large, warm hands and pale blue eyes. He is quite handsome. "We have heard a lot about you." He tells me.

I smile again, feeling giddy and embarrassed. I know a lot of your friends, but not many of your co-workers. The fact that you talk to them about me makes me flush all over again.

"This is Scott," you say, indicating the third man who had entered. The one I just told you I would like to fuck not fifteen minutes ago. He's even more handsome than Tim. He's taller even than you, with dark hair and hazel eyes and full lips. He also takes my hand and gently shakes it.

"Hi," I say shyly, looking down at the table top.

"Nice to finally meet you," Scott says. My hand is hot and clammy, but I'm still a little disappointed when he lets go and you introduce me to the third man.

"And this strapping gentleman is Jose," you say, indicating the shorter Latino man. He was the second one who came through the door while you made me watch, and just like Tim and Scott, he is very good-looking.

'Also fuckable,' I think to myself."Hello," I say as Jose also takes my hand. Being touched by these three men so quickly after I swallowed a big load of your cum is leaving me feeling flustered and confused.

"Hi," Jose says with a smile. I wonder idly if these men can see what a wanton slut I am.

"You guys wanna have a seat?" You ask them. "Have a round on me."

"Sure," Tim says. "Yeah, cool." Scott says.

Jose hesitates. "Nah, man, I gotta get home. My kid has a school play."

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed that one of the men was leaving. I wasn't sure what you had in mind either, but two men would probably be easier to handle than three. We all said goodbye to Jose, who promised to come over for drinks at our place some night soon.

You flag down the waiter, letting him know that Tim and Scott had joined us. Tim, Scott, and I all ordered drinks, but you refrain, pointing to the beer you are still nursing.

We make small talk as we wait for our drinks. Thankfully, the two men mostly talk to you and I'm free to listen. Every couple of minutes, you turn the vibrations up little by little. It isn't enough to make me come again, but it keeps me very excited. I'm beginning to realize that you have some really naughty things in mind. You catch me watching you and smile, and you speak to me.

I'm shocked out of my daze, and I say something. Luckily, the waiter returns with the drinks, so I don't have to concentrate on speaking anymore. Instead, I can pretend to be really interested in my drink for a few minutes. Occasionally, I look around the table and laugh when everyone else does, but I mainly keep my mind on the vibrations in my clit while willing myself to not moan.

Every once in a while, I notice Scott's eyes on me. I think it could all be in my head, but when I meet his eyes and he smiles, I giggle and look away. Meanwhile, Tim takes a long swill of his drink, finishing it off.

"I should get going soon too," he says, looking at his wristwatch.

"You don't wanna stop by for a drink at our place?" You ask him. You look at me, and I nod in agreement.

"That sounds like a generous offer," he says, looking at me like a hungry bear. "But I have an early shift tomorrow."

You chuckle a little. "Well, the offer stands whenever you wanna come by, man," you tell him.

Tim says and bids us all goodbye. The waiter also returns and asks if we need more drinks, but we've all finished. He brings the bill and you slide your credit card in to pay.

"Well, that leaves just you, Scotty," you say, turning to face the man sitting beside you. "What do you say? She's a great bartender."

I smile and shake my head. "I mostly bring him beer," I say, pointing at you. "But I can mix drinks too. One of the many things I learned to do really well while I was in a sorority."

I giggle. I hope that Scott just thinks I'm a little drunk and not a dripping, horny, cock-loving slut. You turn the vibrations up once again, and I sigh as I take one last sip of water. After the waiter returns with your receipt, we all get up to leave. I fumble around in my purse, probably due to the arousal and alcohol, but I can't find my keys.

"I took your keys, baby," you say, putting your hand on my back. "You're probably too drunk to drive."

"But I need my car!" I protest. I look at you and pout, but your grin lets me know it isn't working.

You look over at Scott. "You only had two beers, man, you think you can drive her home?"

Scott smiles and says, "Sure." After you hand him the keys, he says, "You wanna ride with me?"

"Uh," I say, looking at you. You nod, and I say, "Okay.

You kiss me on the cheek and give me a playful smack on the ass, then you walk toward your car. I go to the passenger side of mine and get in while Scott starts it up. I feel the vibrations in my crotch increase, and I settle down into the plush car seat in a way that makes it even more pleasurable. Given the close quarters, I bite my lip so that I don't groan and give Scott the wrong idea.

"I guess I'll just follow him," Scott says. "I've never been to your place before."

I nod and then look out the window. Being in my small car with such a handsome man while a vibrator massages my clit is almost overwhelming. Scott turns on the radio and hums to himself after he follows you, matching you turn for turn. When we stop at a particularly lengthy stoplight, I get a quick text from you.

"How's it going?" You ask, adding a little winky face.

"Fine," I text back.

Just before the light changes, I get one more text from you. "Talk to Scott. Don't be rude."

I sigh and set my phone in my lap and turn slightly. I don't even know what to say to him.

"Scott," I say, my voice coming out a little hoarse. "Um, do you have a girlfriend?"

He looks over at me briefly and smiles. "Nah, I've been single for a while now. I think The Doctor is the only guy I know that has a serious girlfriend."

"The Doctor?" I ask, confused.

"Mike," he says, pointing to your car. I'll have to remember to ask you why they call you that when I'm more clear-headed.

"Oh," I say. "Yeah, we've been together for a while I guess."

"He talks about you a lot," he tells me. "It makes all of the guys pretty jealous. I'm even more jealous now that I've met you." He smiles, but keeps his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel.

I look down and blush. At a stop sign, I feel more vibration in my crotch. My phone also buzzes on my lap with another text from you. "Pull your skirt up a little bit. Show him your legs."

I clear my throat a little bit and wiggle my hips as I pull my skirt up and expose my thighs. Scott glances down at my bare legs and back up at my face and smiles. One of his warm, strong hands leaves the steering wheel and gently caresses my thigh. I moan and spread my legs a little, but then I'm distracted by another text.

"Unbutton your shirt and show him your nipples," you say. Even though I don't text you back, I obey.

As Scott's hand is on my thigh, slowly rubbing up and down the inside, I unbutton my shirt and expose my lacy bra. Scott looks over briefly.

"That's very nice," he says as he continues to run his thumb up the inside of my thigh, his hand getting closer and closer to my wet panties and swollen pussy.

I gasp as the cold air from the vents hits my nipples, making them even harder. When the car stops momentarily, Scott turns and takes a good look. He steers the car with one hand while the other now pulls and tweaks my sensitive nipples.

"Mmmm," I mumble, putting my head back and arching my chest forward. Scott gently twists one of my nipples back and forth.

I get another text from you, and I'm surprised I even remember how to read in my incredibly aroused state. I do as you say, and I remove my panties and spread my pussy lips. I pull the vibrator away from my clit and set it on top of my soaking panties. Scott stops at another light, and I look into his eyes as I begin to finger myself.

"Fuck," he says. A car behind us honks, and Scott hurries to catch up with you. His hand leaves my nipple and goes under my skirt. "You are really fucking wet," he tells me. As if I didn't know.

I grunt and thrust my hips forward a little as he uses his thumb to apply pressure to my clit. I hump his hand gently as two of my own fingers fuck my hole. "Finger me," I say. "Please!"

He obliges, pushing my sticky, slick fingers out of the way and replaces them with two of his own. "Let me taste that," he says, and I obediently raise my wet fingers to his mouth. He keeps his eyes forward as he sucks my fingers clean. He also continues to push his own fingers in and out of my tight hole. I start pushing my cunt down onto his hand more, and I know it is only a matter of seconds before I come. I feel a buzzing under my thigh, and I realize you're texting me again.

"Oh god!" I say as I try to move my thigh without dislodging Scott's fingers. Before I can read the message, though, I realize that we are home. Scott has parked my car to the left of yours in the driveway, and you're already standing on the passenger side waiting to open the door for me.

"Cover your tits so the neighbors don't see," you say as you swing the door wide. Scott pulls his fingers from my dripping cunt and wipes my juices on his jeans. I whimper as the cool evening air hits my moist folds as I stand up from the car. My knees are weak as I do so, and I have to brace myself on the car for a moment as the blood rushes to my head.

I pull the front of my shirt closed and follow you up the driveway. Scott is right behind me, and once we reach the steps, his hands are on my ass. While you unlock the door, I press myself back into him and feel his hardness against my crack. He gently kisses my ear and neck as you lead us into the house.

Once inside, Scott pushes my skirt up further, revealing my naked ass and pussy. You unbutton my shirt and then take off my bra, which my boobs are still hanging out of. I stand there in the entryway naked, while you and Scott admire my body.

"How about those drinks, honey," you ask when I am fully disrobed, save for my shoes. You and Scott head for the living room sofa while I head to the kitchen.

I come back with two cold beers in my hand, "Is this okay?" I ask, feeling a bit awkward standing completely naked in front of two men.

Scott rubs his hand across the bulge in his pants as I lean forward and give him his beer. "Those are some nice tits," he says, reaching out to pinch my nipple before taking the beer.

"You should see them when they're covered in cum," I say. I blush furiously, and wetness seeps out of my hot pussy. I can't believe I said that, but Scott doesn't seem to mind. He just strokes his cock through his jeans.

I turn to give you your beer. "Let's see what a good girl you can be," you say as you take it from me. Scott stands and unzips his jeans, and I prepare for what is next.