You, sat in the Magpie bar, nursing a drink, waiting for your boyfriend to show up. This has become a bit of a pattern lately, him being late and making excuses. You were looking forward to tonight, and you were even planning to let him go all the way with you, but now you don't know. Your friend had persuaded you that you were carrying the idea of not being an easy lay too far considering you had been dating for months, and in truth you were feeling horny. You had put on your sexiest bra and knickers, and even shaved yourself "down there", but you were getting really uncomfortable sitting alone in the bar waiting and as the minutes tick by you wonder if he is really worth it.
A video call arrives on your phone -- its him, finally! But as he speaks, you have a sinking feeling in your stomach.
"Sorry babe, I can't make it tonight. Something has come up," he says glibly. You start to argue back with him that he has left you sat there for half an hour when the face of Susie appears on the screen. God, what is she doing there? There are not many people you hate, but Susie would definitely be on the list! In the office, she always tries to get one over on you and is a constant gossip behind your back.
"What, he's trying to say is that it's over, Rachel. He has found someone who will give him what he needs -- me!" grins Susie.
"He would tell you himself, but he has his mouthful," added Susie with a gleam in her eye. She turns the camera down to show her pulling Joe into her chest as he glances guiltily at the screen.
"You slut!" you scream into the screen as you end the call and your relationship with Joe. You glance around, but nobody seems to have picked up on your outburst. Thoroughly depressed, you down your drink and prepare to leave.
"Are you OK, beautiful?" asks a strange man approaching the bar.
You tell him that you've just been dumped and your boyfriend was a cheat anyway, you're heading home but he offers to buy you a drink. You are going to say no, but the guy is quite cute and, best of all, has a British accent. Why not stay, you have nothing better to do! So you stay and talk, and one drink turns to another. The guy -- you discover his name is Stuart -- is a good listener and your mood begins to improve.
It turns out Stuart is in town for a works event for a week, before heading on to work elsewhere in the US and then back to the UK. He is in the bar with a small group of friends, and before you know it you are back at the table being introduced to James, Alex & Danny. You say you are called Adriana -- you are not sure why, but you feel a perverse thrill to use the name of one of your favourite porn actresses without them realising it. The guys are all British and different ages, although one talks a bit funny (you later learn he is Scottish). Stuart persuades you to join them. There are only 4 seats, although you could have went looking for another, but when Stuart offers you his lap you sink down on it. You feel a bit naughty sitting on the lap of a man you have only just met, especially as you can feel a hard bulge underneath you, but it is nice to feel you are affecting this middle-aged man. You even let him lean in and kiss you -- you feel the eyes of the other men on you, but you don't care. In a week, these men will be gone and you will never see them again, so who cares what they think of you?
Stuart leans in and whispers in your ear that they are staying at The Berkeley and invites you back. You feel a flutter in your stomach that he is asking you back for sex, especially as if you get a taxi with them it will be obvious to the others why you are going back. But then you remember that it doesn't matter if they think you are a local slut, and your desire for sex makes you forget your rule about 'no sex on the first date'. Not that this was a date anyway, it was just a guy you had met in a bar.
In the taxi, you find yourself sat in Stuart's lap again, and his hands are roaming all over you. You notice the other guys checking you out and feel a strange pride that they are all looking at you. As you arrive, Stuart asks if he should invite all the guys to the room for a final drink before calling it a night. Part of you is so worked up and ready to fuck that you are disappointed he isn't getting you on your own immediately so he can ravish you. And yet, they seem nice guys and the night is still young so you can wait. They say waiting builds up the tension, and you are sure that as soon as the other guys are gone Stuart will be all over you.
The room is stunning, with plenty of seats and yet still you sit down on Stuart's lap as James organises drinks. "This is so nice" you think as you engage in easy conversation and Stuart nibbles gently at your neck. He brings his hands up to cup your breasts, and a part of you goes to react until you remind yourself that these men will never see you again. The naughty part of you is thrilled that he is being so open about massaging your chest in front of his friends. In any case, it's all over your clothes so it's all good.
"Your safe word is 'Penguin'", whispers Stuart in your ear as he slips his hands under your shirt and gropes one of your pert tits.
"What?!" you gasp in shock as without warning things seem to be going up a level.
"If you want things to stop, you can say 'penguin'" he repeats quietly as he begins to unbutton your blouse.
"What, no!" you squeak as he continues to slide your blouse off you, and you remember that you need to say the word.
You are going to say it, you really are, but the word doesn't seem to be able to make the journey from your brain to your mouth. Instead, you just close your eyes as Stuart moves around to suck one of your boobs into his mouth and slip off your bra. As he licks and sucks lovingly at your chest, his hands move down to remove your skirt. You thrill to think that the other men are now drinking in your naked form as Stuart moves you to your knees.
Stuart's pants come down and you find yourself staring at a 7 inch British cock. The safe word flutters through your brain, but you dismiss it. What harm is there in giving the other guys a show? You have always been a fan of blowjobs and, if you say so yourself, been pretty good at them. Determined to give the other three a spectacle, you lean in and start licking along Stuart's stiff shaft. Once it is nice and wet, you open up and slip the tip into your mouth. You run your tongue around the mushroom head before opening your jaw to sink further down Stuart's engorged member. You feel it touching the back at your throat, but you have learnt how to take a man deep. You hear Stuart moan as your nose touches his balls and hear lewd comments from the other guys as they watch you take all of his cock into your mouth. You can't help but feeling a great swell of pride. As he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth, you will him to fill your mouth with his spunk even as part of you wants him to last. Too soon, he begins to shoot down your throat and you swallow down as much as you can of his essence. Again, this is not something you would normally do, but then you wouldn't normally do anything you have allowed to happen this evening.
There is a small, square pouffe in the room that seems to have been moved centrally, and Stuart lifts you up and places you on this face up. You notice that the other guys have all taken their cocks out and are sat stroking them, and you can't help but feel a rush that you did that. You close your eyes again and imagine them going back to their rooms and wanking off to thoughts of you and what you have done with Stuart as he slides off your pants to leave you naked and exposed before four men. You moan as Stuart starts lapping at your moist slit; god you didn't realise how wet you were. His tongue feels exquisite as he licks over your clit and gently probes between your nether lips. You know that if he keeps on doing this then pretty soon you are going to cum.
You feel another mouth on one of your tits, and then another. God, what are they doing? You never said they could do more than watch! A voice in your head reminds you of the safe word, but as you feel another cock nudge at your lips you simply open up and let him slide in. You suddenly realise that, because of the angle you are at on the pouffe, you have four men surrounding your body and you cum more violently than you ever have in your life.
Stuart moves you so that you are face down on an armchair with your head over the top, and he slides in to fill up your needy pussy. You look back to check it is him, and it pleases you that he is going first. Suddenly, it dawns on you that you have thought 'first' and that you are going to let all these men fuck you. You'd never met them before tonight, and probably won't see them after tonight. 'I am such a slut' you think, realising that this thought fills you with a thrill you would never have expected. "If only Joe could see me now!" you laugh to yourself as you think of your loser ex boyfriend and his small dick.
