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Hunty
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He calls me ahead of time.
"Hey, you're at home, then?"
"Yeah. Do you need something?"
"There is something I want you to do for me."
I grin. "And what would that be?"
"Well, I am sitting here over at O'Malley's with two guys from work. Two hard up guys from work, who are talking about how much they need to get laid..."
I continue to grin, knowing where he is headed. "Bring them over."
"You sure?"
"You know I'm sure."
I hear him chuckle. "God you are a fucking whore, and I love it. We will be there in about thirty minutes, wear something...interesting."
I hang up. His co-workers. Normally not what we do, but there is a first time for everything. I glance around my apartment. Like always, it is clean enough, but I run the vacuum anyway, put some Jack, coke and glasses on the breakfast bar, and a bucket of ice. Music, he can pick that if he wants it. Then I head upstairs to get ready.
Enema and douche first, then a quick shower. I'm already shaved, no need to worry about that now...
I wonder what they will be like? Has he told them about me? When he is "chillin' around the water-cooler" is the subject of conversation sports, stocks, or his fucking slut girlfriend who likes to take it up the ass?
Does it even matter?
Not really.
I get out of the shower and start to dry myself off. I comb my hair, then thinking about it, pull it back. It stays out of the way for sucking cock this way, and gives whomever something to hold on to. I apply some eyeliner, some shadow, nothing else is needed...
But what to wear?
I could stay naked, but both he and I prefer for me to have something on...something that can be ripped, or pulled, torn off and discarded or left hanging or shoved aside on my body. I grin, thinking about the sheer amount of clothing I have gone through since we got together. It has been worth the expense.
I select a short skirt, black, and a flimsy red camisole-top, nothing under either and red stiletto heels. He likes sky high fuck me heels.
Then I head downstairs, fix myself a drink, and wait for the horny men to arrive.
A short time later, there is a knock at my door. I set down my drink and open it. He is there, a smirk on his face. He moves inside, hooking an arm around my waist as he does so, pulling me along with him. He kisses me, long and deep, his tongue running over mine, a hand sliding down over my ass to give it a squeeze. Then he moves away slightly, hand still on my cheek, and gestures toward the two other suited men who have entered.
"This is Jack," he points to the one on the left, "and this is Kyle."
I wave and greet them with an enticing smile. "Hello, boys."
He grins. "Grab a drink, guys."
They move hesitantly to do so, eyes still flicking between me and him and the floor. They feel awkward, ill at ease and it causes me to smile a bit. He grins and runs a hand up my body, under my camisole to squeeze my tit. "I told them about you." He whispers. Then he is kissing me again.
They have their drinks, standing near the breakfast bar. He moves his mouth away from mine and tells them to sit, get comfortable, continuing to idly molest me while he does so. "This is Mia, by the way, but you can call her...well, whatever you want."
He moves away from me to sit in an armchair, and I move to get him a drink. I make it, then bring it to him, bending enough to show the others that beneath my skirt, I am bare. He thanks me and smiles, sipping his drink, then he wraps a hand around my ponytail.
I kneel in front of him immediately, hands moving to loosen his belt and pull down his pants. He moves his hips enough to allow me to slide them down and pull out his cock. He is mostly hard already. I position myself the way I know he would prefer, arms draped over his legs, on my knees, legs spread, and I take him into my mouth. I cannot see the others, but I know they are watching. I start sucking him slowly at first, working him with my tongue, lips and hand, circling the head of his cock with my tongue, then sliding up and down.
He sighs happily, and I hear him set his drink down, then both his hands are on the back of my head, moving to shove me up and down on his cock, hard and fast. He is not gagging me yet, but he is fucking my mouth at a pretty good pace, the wet, messy noises I am making are the only sound in the room. "God you suck a good cock, whore." He sighs. "You should show Jack and Kyle how talented you are, slut."
He moves his hands away from me and I glance at them. "Do you want me to suck you?"
Jack nods immediately, working to undo his pants. Kyle looks vaguely like a deer caught in the headlights. The thought causes me to smile. I am sure back at the bar he was talking a tough game about how much he would love to nail an easy bitch...now...
I move to Jack, and he is hard. I lick his cock first, long and slow, trailing my tongue up over it, running it around the head, then back down. Then I take him into my mouth, deep, until my nose is pressed to his flesh. "Oh fuck..." he mutters. I begin working him faster, sliding up and down his length, using my lips and tongue to work him fully. He lets me do the work, obviously thinking I am taking him deep enough with no help. After a few moments, I pull up off him, leaving both my lips and his cock wet with my saliva. I glance at Kyle.
"Do you want a turn?"
He is hard, I can see that much, and he nods nervously. I move over to him, crawling across Jack to do it, and help him with his pants. I pull him out and start sucking him as well.
"Her cunt is right there, Jack, use it if you want." He says, and a second later Jack is moving me, sliding me off him. I move with him, keeping Kyle's cock in my mouth, sucking him slow, taking him deep into me. I hear Jack snapping on a rubber, then he is behind my, pushing my skirt up around my waist and putting his hands on my hips. He hesitates.
