My heart was in my mouth as I clattered along the corridor to the front door. I could feel my face was flushed beneath the layer of powder. My lips were dry; I had been actively trying not to lick them since applying the lip gloss. I could hear the air moving through my earrings, while the unaccustomed sensation of false eyelashes and nails gave a small but continuing reminder of their presence. I wasn't used to heels like these; I'd been practicing but I still had to concentrate on walking, teetering, wiggling my bum in its tight little skirt. I was dressed like some kind of stereotypical comic book hooker, and I relished the way it made me feel. The stockings gave a warm glow to my freshly waxed legs as I walked; the suspenders pressed lightly against my buttocks. The inescapable elements that made me a man were squeezed and pressed into submission into a tight pair of rubber pants, to minimise the bulge they presented to the outside world. I was wearing a bra to keep the rubber breast forms in place, and the straps scratched lightly at my skin. The unaccustomed mass of hair made my scalp prickle, and I kept brushing aside the odd strands that were drawn to the rich red lip gloss.
I reached the front door, and checked the spy hole; I didn't intend to invite a meter reader in while I was dressed like this. But no, it was her. And one, two, three, four blokes. She'd said two when we arranged this. Ah well, I may as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb. I opened the door.
For a while I was kept busy playing the hostess. I concentrating on not slipping out of character, sticking my bum out as I leaned over to top up a beer, teetering precariously on those heels as I left the room, and remembering to keep my knees together when I did sit down for a moment. The boys seemed to take me for granted, and in fact were carrying on their own conversation as I moved around the room. She caught my eye and winked, and my adrenalin surged again as I thought of what this was all about. Eventually she stood up and took me by the wrist. "Okay boys, I think the time has come. Shall we start by finding out what a fine cocksucker this little lady is?" She looked me in the eyes, "Relax, honey. Enjoy it. It's gonna be fun!"
I returned her gaze for a long moment then turned back to the boys. They were all smiling, mercifully unintimidating. I stepped towards the nearest. I can't even remember what his name was. I ran my nails down his shirt then grasped the waistband of his jeans and moved closer to him. I looked into his eyes for a moment then down at his belt as I undid it. The button fly was only tricky for a moment and then I slipped my hands carefully into the waistband of his boxers - gingerly, because I really wasn't used to having those nails. I supported myself on him as I lowered into a kneeling position and then pulled his trousers and boxers down in one movement. I had never been this close to another man's penis before, soft or hard. Bigger than mine, nestling in a thick bush of hair. I could feel the warmth of it as I brought my face close. I ran my nails gently along it, and then around his scrotum - carefully, carefully. As his cock swelled I licked the tip, which accelerated the growth. I gently pulled back the foreskin, and treating it like an ice cream I ran my tongue around the head. I was aware of its scent, surprisingly delicate and not unpleasant. It was already quite hard by now, so I closed my lips around it and gently drew it into my mouth. I looked up, meeting his eyes as he grinned down at me. His grin faded, to be replaced by a frown of concentration, as I slid my tongue under his glans while gently sucking as I pulled away from him.
"Hey honey," she said, "don't forget the rest of these boys!" Without releasing my lips from the engorged cock I glanced sideways to see that the other guys had stripped and were standing close by. I reached a hand out to the nearest, and started to stroke his cock and caress his scrotum. As I cupped his balls in my hand he hardened most gratifyingly. I felt a hand take hold of my other wrist and move my hand onto another stiff cock. I gently stroked them both while still sucking and licking the one in front of me, before pulling them towards me so that I had three erections close to my face. I took each in my mouth in turn, feeling their different sizes and textures with my tongue and lips. One was circumcised, another was clean shaven. I particularly relished the softness of his hairless scrotum as I ran my fingers over it. The boys started to take control over me, one thrusting deeper into my mouth so I had to stop my ice cream licking technique and instead fight against gagging on his size. As I tried to draw away he took hold of the back of my head and pulled me on to him. I couldn't suck or lick, but the way his thrusts became more rapid told me he didn't need me to do any more. And then he came, pressing into me; I coughed and retched as the hot slime hit the back of my throat. I looked up at him as he released his hold on me, my eyes watering. He laughed and drew his cock out of my mouth. I drooled cum as I caught my breath, the bitter taste of it filling my mouth.
I had let go of the other two while this was happening; one stepped in front of me. I reached for his cock again but he pushed my hands away. "Open your mouth," was all he said as he stroked his hard cock. I complied, looking at the engorged purple head through the tears in my eyes. His hand started to move faster, and he gave little groaning noises until he exploded a blast of cum. Some of it went in my mouth, much of it on my face, a great ribbon across my cheek and nose. "Ah! Open!" the third commanded before I could close my mouth or do anything about the slime in my mouth. He rested one hand on my throat while wanking with the other. My jaw ached as I watched him reach climax. I offered my tongue just as he came, quite a shower of hot fluid that spattered my face and neck and mouth. I stayed kneeling before the trio with my mouth open, feeling the goo slide slowly down my face, hardly tasting the cum in my mouth now but really needing to do something with it. "... And swallow!" one of them laughed. I didn't dwell on it, I just did it, the bitterness not really hitting me until it had gone down. I felt a bit nauseous for a moment and shut my eyes. When I reopened them she was standing in front of me. "Oh, honey, look at you," she sighed in mock solicitude. "And that was just the entree!"
She helped me stand up and without further ado slid her hands up my thighs, pushing up my ridiculous little skirt and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of the rubber knickers that were keeping everything tucked away. As she rolled them down she revealed my neatly trimmed pubic tuft, wet with sweat. And then my cock came free, and she knelt to push the knickers all the way to my ankles so I could step out of them. I pushed my skirt back down to preserve my modesty and turned to see the fourth boy, who I hadn't yet touched, was half sitting and half lying on the floor. He was completely naked, and looking at me expectantly. I kneeled back down next to him and leaned over to run my tongue around his navel. I licked down to his cock, and stroked his balls, watching him swell in response. She put a bottle of lube on the floor next to us; I reached for it and squirted a splot into my hand. I massaged his erection, generously spreading the lubricant along its length. With my other hand I reached between my own legs and gently pressed a slimy finger against my arsehole, slipping it in. I added a second finger, preparing my sphincter for what was to follow. And then I moved forward and straddled the boy on the floor so his cock was between my buttocks. I reached behind and pressed the head of his penis, gooey and slippery with all the lube, against my arsehole. I breathed deeply as I felt it slipping into me. Slowly it stretched me wider as the head entered my arse, but it was softer and more yielding than any toy I had ever used, and as I leaned back slightly I felt the full length enter me. I wasn't a virgin any longer. I breathed deeply and became aware of my surroundings again. My cheeks were glowing and my hands trembling slightly. Five pairs of eyes watched me as I rocked forward to ride up on the hot stiff cock inside me, and then gently back again to maximise his penetration. My little skirt had ridden up, but because of the angle I was sitting at everything was hidden from the spectators's view; it was only my reaction and that of the boy I was riding that evidenced our union. "Lean back, honey," she said, "Make like the little porn star you are!" I put my hands on the floor behind me, and leaned back, jutting my glistening cock upward and sliding up and down the shaft inside me. The boy put his hands on my hips and supported my movements. I rose too far and his cock pulled out of me; he pressed it back into my arsehole and it slid in without any effort at all. My hairless little cock jiggled as I moved, swinging to and fro as I bounced quicker and quicker, guided by the hands on me. The rings through my piercings flashed and sparkled, reflecting the light, and a little bead of pre-cum danced from the pink head. I relinquished all attempt at control, the sensation of being fucked dominating everything. I wanted more, faster, harder, bigger, fill me now, fill my tight arse, fill me with cock glorious cock yes fuck me fuck me fuck me... And then he was pushing me down harder onto his stiffness, pushing deeper into me, rising to meet me with his hips, until he gave one last thrust and a growl and a grimace and relaxed back. As I returned to the present I lowered my weight onto him, and felt his cock soften and slip out of me with just a faint obscene sound. My breath was coming fast, my legs were trembling and my mouth was dry. I licked my lips, and tasted the cum that was still wet on my face.
This time it was two of the boys who helped me up, virtually supporting me because my legs were distinctly wobbly. I managed the few steps to the table, feeling the goo slippery between my buttocks as I walked. I leaned over the table, spreading my legs and sticking my arse out. "Who's next?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at my fan club. The boy with the circumcised cock stopping stroking it, and stepped over. With no preamble he grasped my buttocks and spread them, pressed the head of his cock against my still-slimy arsehole and pushed it straight in. He reached forward and grasped my shoulders as he banged into me, pushing me hard onto the table under his weight. I relished the loss of control, but there wasn't enough lube and he was hurting me. I pushed back against him with my hands, and felt relieved as he slipped out of me. As I stood up he turned me round and pushed me onto my knees, tapping my face with his erection. I took it in my mouth, relishing the mingled tastes of cock and sweat and lube and myself. As I licked and sucked he placed both hands around my throat, pulling me onto him. I gagged once, twice, and tried to pull my head away. He held me there for an age as I fought the choking sensation, only releasing me when I pushed against him with my hands. "On the table," he grunted, and as I sat on the edge he pushed me over on to my back and pushed my knees up and back so that my cock and arse were displayed to everyone. I heard the sound of the lube dispenser pump, and then he slapped a hand full of cold lube onto me. As I shuddered I heard her giggle - I had made her wince that way often enough. And then my arse was full of cock again, as he pushed my legs back towards my head and fucked me hard. He pulled out and slid in a finger or two, or was it four, or his whole hand... I felt so stretched. He worked me, twisting and pushing, until my only awareness was of the sensations filling my pelvis. I gasped and writhed and tried to pull myself away, to get some respite from the relentlessness of his merciless penetration. He removed his hand, and grasped my face with it, smearing slime on me then forcing fingers into my mouth as he re-entered me. I bit on his hand as his thrusting became harder and faster, until he lost any kind of rhythm and just bucked and pushed and spent himself inside me. He leaned over me for a moment, panting slightly, then pulled his cock out. I could have cried out at the sudden emptiness within me. "Please," I whimpered, "I want more." I heard some whispering, and then heard her say, "You want more, honey? Then you shall have more. Go on you two."
The boy who I had started with moved over to me and rested his cock against mine. With the head of his penis he gently thrusted against the ring through my Prince Albert piercing, slimed with my pre-cum, making it rub it against my urethra. I felt myself harden. He placed his hands around both our cocks and slowly wanked them together. I groaned and lifted my pelvis to press myself harder against him, feeling my body rising towards orgasm. At this he let go. I moaned in protest, until he again placed his erection along mine. And then, every few seconds, he briefly gently rubbed the head of his cock against mine. That gentle stimulation became the focus of my entire universe for the short time he was doing it, and then he would pause and I would feel the climax moving out of reach again. Until he tipped me over the edge, so gently but so unequivocally that although he stopped the contact again I was so on fire I couldn't hold back. My cum rose through me, oozing rather than spurting, frothing over like a badly poured bottle of cola, building yet protesting at the withdrawal of stimulation, uncontrollable and frustrating but so much needed release. The warmth spread onto my belly, pooling for a moment before he scooped some of it in his fingers and moved his hand to my mouth. I didn't want it. After my orgasm came an unexpected prudishness at odds with the longings that had been filling my thoughts since I had started applying my make-up this morning. He saw this and was having none of it. He pinched my nose and forced his beslimed hand into my mouth. Unable to protest I tasted the familiarity of my own cum while his hand opened my jaw achingly wide. I relished the sensation of being held down, and licked what I could of his fingers. He released me and rubbed his hand over the stickiness on my belly again before holding it over my face. I leaned upwards to try to lick the hanging beads but he lifted his hand out of reach and pressed down on my chest with his clean hand to push me back against the table. "Ask nicely", he growled. "Please...", I croaked. "Please what?", as he dangled his fingers just out of reach. "Please sir, I want some more." At this he released his hold on me, so I could squirm upwards and lick his fingertips. He turned his hand this way and that so that I could thoroughly clean it, although always keep it just far enough away for me to have to work hard to harvest the slime. When his hand was clean I slumped back, licking my dry lips and turning my head to see what the others were up to. The two who had already sodomised me came over to the table and pulled me to my feet. They each put one of my arms around their necks, and then grabbed a leg each, so they were holding me up in a sitting position. The boy who had just fed me walked round behind us, and I gasped as I felt the shock of cold lube being spread around my arse. More cock. I flushed in anticipation as the guys carrying me pivoted me forward slightly and the head of the boy's cock pressed against me.
With surprising ease, it slid straight in. All the way in, barely touching the sides. What a slut I was. I squeezed my muscles onto him, making him chuckle. He gently thrust in and out, making my slimed hairless little cock jiggle in unison. I matched my squeezes to his thrusts, but stopped as the fourth guy stood in front of me. He moved close and I felt his erection slide under my balls and along my perineum. And then his cock was pressing against my already occupied arsehole, pushing to enter me too. Nothing happened; it just wasn't going in. No pain, no discomfort, just nothing doing. I tried to relax, while the two boys pushed and pressed against my slimy hole. And then the first pulled out completely and they now tried pressing both of them in together. And that did it, so that they got the heads of their cocks in. After that I couldn't work out what was going on. Two hard cocks in my arse, moving independently, one up, one down, then both in unison, and all the time I felt so full inside and constrained outside, pressed on all sides by these four guys who I hadn't even met before today. All I could do was lose myself in these sensations as the boys thrusted more and more vigorously. My head spun, I closed my eyes, and surrendered myself to cock. Whether it lasted a few seconds or several lifetimes was meaningless to me, nothing else mattered. And then, almost in unison, the boys' thrusting became more rapid and more ragged and they shot their loads inside me, the second following as the first was still twitching in the throes of orgasm. We formed a physical sigh as we slumped together, a small pyramid of sweaty, cummy, panting boys. And then, as their cocks subsided and with faint squelching noises, the two boys inside me withdrew. The two holding me took me back to the table and laid me down on it again. I lay for a few moments, my legs apart, feeling my heart pound, seeing my cock twitch with my pulse. The skin on my face felt flushed and tight as the cum dried on it. I could feel sweat trickling along the insides of my thighs. My arsehole throbbed from the treatment it had been given; my lips and tongue felt slightly numb. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling contented exhaustion wash over me. "Well, honey", came a familiar voice, "did you enjoy that?"
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