Four Dicks In A Blonde

Gazing into my vanity mirror, I was confronted with a dry, frizzy, unkempt brown mess of hair. I sighed. It didn't help that I had pimples on my left cheek and Cupid's bow. I really needed a makeover. My under eyes were slightly puffy as I hadn't gone to bed on time.

My boss, Daniel Trent, had called me in the middle of the night to proof-read a 10 page document that couldn't wait. Fuck him! I wouldn't have answered the call if my job wasn't so competitive. If he got the hint that I couldn't keep up the work, he'd find my replacement with a snap of his fingers. At least the salary and bonuses and payment for extra hours were worth it. What I needed was a good fuck every now and then to deal with the stress.

My mind drifted to the night that I'd fucked Sienna. A night that had opened me to a lesbian wild side I never knew I had. A night that had pushed me to fuck another stranger the night after. I'd about ten times now gone to the bar where I'd first met her. But I had still not seen her. Shit luck for me! It was nearly as if she'd disappeared from the face of the earth after we'd fucked. No traces. Nothing. I was a fool for not getting her number when I had the chance. But now, it was time for me to move on, to push her to the back of my mind. It was time to explore new sexual adventures.

I cupped my dark-tipped perky boobs, giving them a good stare in the mirror. They seemed to be the only thing about me that looked breath-taking. Like really fucking breath-taking. I wouldn't blame anyone for biting hard at them. Last night, I'd gone to bed topless because my apartment and the summer's heat didn't seem to agree. I pressed my right hand against my tummy. It wasn't exactly what you'd call Michelle Lewin kind of flat, but it was flat nonetheless. Potato, potato, right?

I studied my face and hair again, disappointed at how boring I looked without my boobs. As much as I'd upgraded my sex life, I needed to switch up my looks, too. My wardrobe was boring. I still had clothes and shoes from three years ago. Following the trend hadn't exactly been my thing. I used to be the simple girl with the boring lifestyle and boring cheating boyfriend who ended up fucking his neighbor. It was still difficult to admit that the slutty neighbor was hot. Like really hot. Fuck them both anyway.

Now, things were about to change. From my hair to my clothes to the way I applied make-up. If strangers found me worth fucking the shit out of, I deserved to be one of the hottest girls in the city. A girl that every one wanted to fuck. Besides, I was making enough money to give myself a fucking good makeover. Thank the heavens that today was my off day at work. I could begin my makeover right today.

***

"How exactly do you want your hair styled?" the hairstylist said, leaning against the styling counter. He was putting on a T-shirt and jean pants. In his hands were a curling wand and a paddle brush which screamed he was ready to work.

I sat on the styling chair close to him, my eyes resting on the inseam of the crotch area of his trousers. It had become my new bad habit. Staring at people's private areas instead of their faces. The cock or pussy was what mattered. That was where all the fun was. And damn! I'd fuck a dwarf as long as they had a fat cock or sweet pussy. I wasn't looking for some corny-ass romance. Not after my ex Tristan had shattered my heart with his lying and cheating.

"Um, I'm thinking of dying my hair. I've been a brunette all my life. I think it's time to spice things the hell up," I said.

"Nice. I love the energy. It's exciting when customers choose to change their entire look."

Yes, as exciting as gaping at what was behind his zipper. Damn! Who knew I was such a perv? A danger to people's private parts. The thought of it amused me.

"What color do you want?" he said, folding his arms.

"Blonde," I blurted out. I'd thought it through and had decided it was the right move. Blonde hair would make me look like the kind of bad girl I wanted to be.

"Nice choice. I'll get what I need right away."

I watched him amble away to get what was needed while my eyes followed his ass. After a few seconds, he returned with hair dye, mixing tools, shower cap and hair tools. He massaged my hair so gently that it made me wet. Through the vanity mirror, I watched myself transform from brown-haired Maddie to blonde bombshell, Maddie.

***

A wave of confidence shot through me as I walked into the company building. I noticed that people's gazes were fixed on me. Some people hid their surprise at my new look, displaying no emotions. Others were doing a shitty job at concealing theirs, murmuring things I couldn't hear. Either way, it felt nice to be able to command this kind of attention. Goodbye to boring looking Maddison.

I was putting on an electric blue gown that was well above my knees. And my pumps clicked against the marble floor as I kept walking. I didn't bother to glance at any of the people staring at me. I just kept walking until I reached my boss's office. He hadn't arrived yet, but I had to ensure that he'd left me no task to do. I had to ensure that every other thing was in place. If I was going to keep up with my new lifestyle, I had to consistently fund it. And that meant doing everything in my power to keep this job.

As soon as I got to work, the office door pushed open. Daniel Trent walked in, clad in a luxury gray tux and designer shoes. He darted his eyes at me in surprise.

"Good morning, Sir," I said, putting on my best smile.

"You look different," he said, gazing down at my body.

"Good different, or bad different?" I tried not to sound like I'd dressed up to impress him, which was the truth. This had nothing to do with him but everything to do with how I now wanted to look.

"Not bad. At least, you look better than before. I hope I'd also see improvement in your work?"

I forced back a sigh. He always enjoyed sucking the fun out of things. I showed up to work every day as diligently as I could. I'd never even given him a reason to fire me and was trying to do better every day, yet I could never please him. I bet he didn't get enough sex to help him loosen up. He seemed like one of those people who were too busy to have sex. Screw him!

He walked to his desk and sat down.

"Thank you for the compliment, Sir," I said, forcing a smile and ignoring his rhetorical question.

"Are you done with the documents I asked you to proofread?"

I nodded.

"Alright." He picked up a pen on his table and began to fiddle with it. "There's a retreat coming up. A three-day work retreat at a luxury resort in Thailand."

"I'm guessing that you want me to make the arrangements for it?" I asked.

"Yes. But I won't be attending. I need to be in Europe next week. The retreat is for all staff of this company, including you. I want you sloths to be more efficient at your duties. So, clear your schedule for next week and book a flight. "

"Alright," I said, trying not to show my irritable expression. I was far from excited to go on the stupid work retreat.

***

"Can you please take a picture of me," I asked a female stranger passing along the sidewalk. I was dressed in a black mini skirt and a blue crop top. She obliged me, accepting my phone.

As the phone's camera clicked, I smiled, striking different sexy poses. It clicked a few more times before the stranger returned the phone to me. I mumbled a thank you as she walked away. This was my life now, living in vanity. Taking pictures and having them splayed on Social Media for the whole world to see. A smile warmed my cheeks.

Swiping through the images, I was impressed at how stylish and sexy they looked. I bit my lower lip in excitement and shared them on social media pages. When I got home, I monitored my Instagram posts to see how many likes, follows and comments the images had gotten. They were a lot compared to the last one. I'd changed my username on social media to 'bad girl Maddie'. I'd earned it. What kind of good girl fucked two strangers two nights in a row?

I kept scrolling through the comment section until my eyes paused at the comment of a follower called Anonymous Tutankhamun. Your new look is really good. Never knew you could look this good. How did this person know I had a new look? Only those who had known me before could say that. But this follower had only started following me recently.

Curious, I clicked on his profile. No images. No posts. Even the profile picture was an Egyptian mummy, wrapped tight in bandages, offering no clue to his identity.

There was no face to match the name. No real presence to grasp onto.

Just a single detail. He was a he.

I quickly checked my other social media pages and found out that he was following me on all of them. He hadn't missed liking any of my posts. Then it struck me. Tristan had always loved Egyptian ancient history, the man Tutankhamun being his favorite character in all of it.

Was he stalking me on social media now? I wouldn't put that past him. He'd tried several times to get back with me after I'd caught him bedding his neighbor. But I'd refused. Angrily, I searched for the block icon and clicked on it. If it was truly him, then to hell with him. I didn't need anyone's compliments to make me feel good about my new sense of style, especially not his.

Moreover, I had a Thailand trip to focus on.

***

Bangkok was a beautiful city. As soon as my co-workers and I landed at the airport, the company cars were already waiting to whisk us away to the resort. The moment we arrived, a group of maids hurried out to greet us and led us to our rooms. I was alone in mine, thank God.

With barely any time to settle in, I freshened up and rushed out for the first activity of the retreat.

And it was boring as fuck.

A team yoga session on the beach? Kill me. By the end of it, I was already counting down the minutes until it was over. And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, they lined up a series of keynote speakers to talk about what else, work. Work, work, and more fucking work.

The event dragged on late into the night, but that didn't stop me from using my dildo before bed. If no one else was going to satisfy me, I'd do it myself.

Thank heavens the following night was free.

With nothing planned, I made my way to the hotel bar, desperate for a drink. I needed to unwind, to shake off the dullness of the retreat, to kill my boredom. Just one more night, and I'd finally be back home

"I want some scotch?" I said to the bartender, wanting to try something new.

He smiled at me and poured some scotch into a crystal glass. There was a balmy quality to the evening, my head slowly bobbing to the soft jazz playing. My eyes undressed the bartender, imagining the lean muscles under his shirt and the size of the cock pressed against his zippers. Maybe I could lure him to my bedroom for a good night fuck.

"I love your smile," I said. He just might give me my next sexual adventure. Bartenders were known for being wild.

"Thank you," he said, handing me my drink. "You look beautiful in that black dress."

Wanna see what's under, I wanted to say. But three men came to the bar area, demanding drinks. From their looks, I figured they were in their thirties. I gulped down the scotch as the bartender poured their drinks. Damn them!

"You're with Trentek Innovations, aren't you?" one of them said, gazing in my direction.

I was surprised. How did he know?

Without thinking further, I asked, "Are you referring to me?"

"Well, I see no other beautiful woman at this bar counter who works for Trentek," he said.

His compliment made my stomach churn. All I wanted was some privacy with the bartender. I needed to plan for the rest of my night and not deal with nosy men.

"Well, yes. How did you know?" I said, studying them carefully. Though they were dressed in t-shirts and shorts, something about them hinted at luxury. And they were all good looking. The kind of strangers I wouldn't mind fucking.

"I saw you at the reception this morning. You were wearing the employee tag. Seems Trentek had a program here or something."

"Why the questions?" I said curtly. For all I knew, they could be working with Trentek's competition. And even if I found the retreat as boring as fuck, I was an employee of Trentek and I had a duty to protect it.

"I'm just stating my observations."

"Well, keep your observations to yourself." I was irritated at his words.

"Woah. I wasn't trying to offend you. I'm Jimmy. I'm an executive at Stonebridge Group. My friends are, too. And I know your boss, Daniel."

My demeanor softened. So, they weren't working for Trentek's competition but a construction company. Still, it didn't matter. They'd ruined my chance to get a good fuck.

"That's Dick and that's Harry," he said, pointing at the other two guys.

"So, what are you guys doing here? Are you on vacation or something?"

"Not really. Our company is doing a retreat," Jimmy said.

"Same with Trentek. It's ending tomorrow."

"Nice. So, how has it been so far? Do you like the resort?" Dick said.

"It's been great," I said flatly.

"Well, I would believe you if you didn't sound so indifferent about it," Jimmy said.

You seem bored," Harry chipped in.

Yes, motherfucker. That was why I wanted to get with the bartender.

"I've just not had the kind of fun I'm looking for," I said.

"And what type of fun is that?" Dick probed.

A wild-ass fuckathon, I wanted to respond. But imagine telling three guys that you wanted to get fucked.

Dick's eyes rested on my boobs. Did he know what I was thinking? Could he read my demeanor?

"I totally get you," he said. "Even if Stonebridge Group is here for a retreat, I can't imagine myself not having fun. I'd be bored out of my wits if I didn't. And no offense to you, but my idea of fun is fucking the brains out of a hot blonde."

I felt my clit throb, but pretended that his words hadn't gotten to me. I was a hot blonde who was looking to get fucked tonight. Jimmy, who was sitting closest to me, leaned towards my right ear.

"Your nipples are hard," he whispered in my ear. "Could it be that you're looking to get pounded tonight?" He maintained his low tone.

I nodded sheepishly like the sex hungry bitch I was. He smiled.

"Are you doing anything later?" he said.

"You mean like later tonight?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Nope. I'm free."

"You should come to our suite. We're having... a little fun," he said, winking at me. Did he just invite me to their suite to get fucked? Well, I'd take that as a yes. At least, it would make up for not fucking the bartender.

"Okay. What is your suite number?" I asked.

"308," Dick said.

***

The light was dim when I walked in, soft music filling the almost-dark suite. There was a hypnotic energy to the lights and rhythmic beat playing. Jimmy, who'd let me in, trailed behind me. I was only just noticing that there were about ten men around and one blonde lady. Some were drinking. Some were smoking. One was slowly moving his body to the smooth beat of the song playing.

"We thought you'd changed your mind," Jimmy whispered in my right ear and wrapped his arms around my waist. My clit throbbed, and this time I felt myself getting wet.

"Follow me," he said, leading me to one of the backless plush sofas, which was burgundy in color. He sat down and pulled me to sit beside him. On the plush sofa next to us, the blonde lady who was topless and wearing only lace black panties, was kissing one of the men.

"Where's Dick and Harry?" I said, unable to spot them among the men.

"They are on the balcony. They'll come in soon," he said.

"So, what's really going on here?" I asked, feeling a little confused. Even if I was looking to get my brains fucked out, I wasn't expecting that there would be this number of men here.

"Well, you're about to have the most explosive sexual experience of your life."

I bit my lower lip in excitement. Why couldn't we just get right to it already?

"Just watch first. I like my women extremely stimulated and that is why you have to just watch for now."

I nodded, not understanding what he meant by 'watch' but was excited anyway. I was up for another fuckathon. And if it was going to be wilder than what I'd experienced, I was game.

"I didn't get your name," he said.

"It's Maddie," I said. "Maddison."

"Oh. I would have guessed that it was something like Bonnie."

Not even close. I liked the way he gazed at me, like he was about to devour me.

"So, we have codes," he said. "When it gets too much for you, you're supposed to scream 'Red'. It's consensual. So, you won't be getting what you can't handle."

I nodded in understanding. He took my hands into his and gazed at my low cut red nails.

"Perfect for a hand job," he said.

Suddenly, the light grew brighter and the faces of the men were more visible now. They all seemed about the same age, in their thirties precisely. I wondered if they were also employees of Stonebridge Group. I saw that the man on the sofa next to us had his hands in the blonde's girl's pants. She moaned in a low tone.

I wished Jimmy would put his hands in my panties like that. Dick and Harry walked in smiling. Another blonde girl was with them. She was slender and stark naked, her blonde hair long and sleek. Sleeker than mine if I may add. Her tits were so big and full with pointed pink nipples.

"The show is about to begin," Jimmy said to me. "Now, sit on me."

Without asking questions, I did as I was told, the sofa sinking against our weight. His big, hard cock pressed against the space between my butt cheeks. My pussy was as slick as ever, dripping and ready to be penetrated.

"I hope you like big cocks," he said behind me. My clit throbbed violently again. I tried pressing my legs together, but he put his hands in between, restraining me.

"Let it flow," he whispered in my ear, tucking back a strand of my blonde hair. "The wetter the better," he said.

The naked blonde girl had a smile plastered on her face. She walked towards me.

"Welcome to our orgy," she said. I didn't even know what that meant but said 'thank you' anyway. It was hard for my eyes to stay away from her tits. They were so massive. Her body seemed too slender to comfortably hold her big jugs. Like I said before, staring at people's private parts instead of their faces was my new bad habit.

"My name's Bonnie," she said. "What's yours?"

"Maddie," I replied. She let out a smile while the moaning from the other blonde rose a notch higher. It distracted me from Bonnie's boobs. The Guy's hands were still in her pants. But his mouth was on her nipple now as well. My nipples tensioned as I watched him suck.

"I want you to focus on Bonnie," Jimmy said to me. "Holly's still getting stimulated and shit."

Oh, so her name was Holly? It seemed perfect for a slut like her. I liked it. Bonnie went to one of the other guys on the plush sofas and knelt before him. Jimmy began toying with my hair.

"Tell me, Maddie, have you been to a sex party before?" he said.

I shook my head in the negative. My body was trying to juggle between the feel of his big cock and Bonnie rubbing the outside of the trousers of the guy she was kneeling before. The music seemed to rise with the sexual tension in the room. Bonnie unzipped the guy and brought out the cock behind the zipper. It was bigger and firmer than I expected. A moan slipped out of his lips.

"Well, that's not a problem. This will be your best ever. Bonnie plans the best sex parties."

"Why don't you have more women here?" I probed.

"Because three are enough to handle all the cocks here."

Without giving me time to fully process his words, he reached for my clit, causing a shiver to tear through me. I wanted to bring out his cock and suck the shit out of it. Fuck!