On Saturday afternoons, I liked working in the club, the money was useful, and it gave me the opportunity to see Carl, the club manager, who I had a crush on.
I had, just, finished stacking the last of the beer bottles, into the bar fridge's, when Carl, shouted for me.
He was standing beside his desk, " Do you want a drink?" he asked, waving a bottle of Citrus Vodka. "Sure," I replied. He poured two large measures, and handed me one. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked, with a grin on my face. "Do I need to?" He replied, putting an arm around me, and kissing me, slowly, full on the lips. I responded by pushing my tongue into his mouth, he tasted lovely. We pulled apart and gulped at our drinks. My heart was now beating as fast as a train; at last we were going to have the sex that I had craved for weeks.
Just then, his phone rang. Carl answered, "Hi, yes, that's great, I'm in the office, come on over, you're outside, fantastic! I'll come down and let you in." I couldn't believe my luck. "I'm sorry Haley, but a D.J mate is in town, and wellโฆwe'll go for dinner, later in the week, okay?" Even though I was horny and frustrated, what choice did I have? "Okay, but it'll cost you," I said, winking, as I poked him in the chest.
I was sitting on the desk, sipping my drink, when the door opened and Carl walked in with two, huge, black men. "El Arsio!" the first man shouted, "Desmond!" I shouted back, and jumped on him. Des had been the, number one, D.J at a club that I had worked in, the previous year, and 'El Arsio' was his nickname for me. He had tried every way possible; to get my knickers down, but I never gave in!
He was squeezing the life out of me. Slapping him around the head, I shouted, "Put me down, you big bear!" Dropping me, he growled, "Don't hit the man," and with his massive hand, smacked me on the backside. The force nearly knocked me off my feet. As the pain rose to the surface, I started to hop around. "Bastard, if you've bruised me I'll kill you!" I threatened. "I wouldn't want to spoil the sexiest arse in club-land, but if I have to teach you some manners, I will," he told me.
As he sunk into the large armchair, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me across his lap.
"Buster, what do you think? Have I bruised her arse?" He asked his friend. Holding me in place with one arm, he pulled my short skirt up around my hips, with the other, exposing my buttocks, and knickers. "No, I don't think so, but I will need a closer look," his friend replied, as he knelt behind me, squeezing my bum cheeks, and stroking my crack, with a finger. "El Arsio, has the sexiest arse, that I've ever seen, but, she is, also, the biggest 'prick teaser' in the world!" Des announced. "When we worked, together, she would flash her tits and," spanking me, again, "bend over, showing this lovely arse!"
As this was happening, I was wriggling and squirming, trying to get loose, "Let me go, you bastards! Don't touch what you can't afford!" I hissed at them. "Put me down, or else, I'll cut your fucking nuts off!" I screamed. Laughing, Des held me tighter, and brought his hand down, harder, this time, on my buttocks. I heard the slap, before I felt the pain. As I was only wearing a tiny red thong, my bum cheeks were on fire. To stop my screaming, Des told Carl, "Put something in her mouth, to shut her up."
"Will this do?" Carl laughed, as he dropped his jeans, proudly waving his long, slim, black cock. "I guess so. Go on shove it in." Des commanded him. With that Carl took hold of my head, and guided his cock towards my mouth, I willingly let him slide it in. This wasn't how I'd fantasised, it would be with Carl, but I didn't care anymore. As I slurped on his cock, I felt someone pull my thong off, and separate my legs. "Go on, give her a sandwich!" Des laughed, as Buster forced his cock into my soaking wet fanny. For a moment, I had to stop sucking Carl, "Oh my God!" I gasped, as Buster filled me. He immediately started to fuck me fast and furious, forcing Carl's cock deeper and deeper down my throat.