Sharon, as usual, led the way. She was the first to reach out and grab a dick that wasn't "hers."
"Stop here a second, Paul," she said as Paul walked past her. She reached out and took a firm hold of his shaft, stroking it three times to our amazement and Paul's pleasure.
This seemed to take things to a new level. Now, any penis that came by was fair game to touch and play with. The "errands" stopped as the guys were basically passed from one girl to the next, who thoroughly examined their dicks, making each of them rock hard and turning a deeper color.
We sat more or less in a line, on the couch and chairs. I was fondling Trevor's dick, and each girl had someone else's.
"Switch!" Sharon instructed, and we all looked at her questioningly. "Each guy move down one girl," she continued, motioning in one direction. The guys did as they were told, and Sharon continued, "Ben needed a break or he was going to explode. We don't want that yet, okay girls?"
I had some experience with guys and sex, but I wasn't sure if I could tell too well right before they would cum. I thought I would have to be careful and pay attention.
I definitely paid attention to the dicks that paraded in front of me, as Sharon would call out "Switch" every couple minutes and the guys would continue down the line. I examined each penis carefully as I stroked it, surprised at how similar they were, but concentrating on the differences between them.
The one that stood out as most different was Paul's, as he was uncircumcised. It looked very similar when erect, but the skin slid easily over the head when I would stroke it. I was hypnotized by this action, the head disappearing each time I slid my hand forward, pulling his skin over the tip, then the bright pink -or red - head would come sticking out obscenely as I pulled my hand back, drawing back the skin. Watching the head pop in and out of hiding was very entertaining to me. But we were only getting a minute or two with each guy at a time. They needed lots of breaks to keep them from cumming.
Jake and Paul had nearly identically sized dicks. Ben's was nearly the same length but felt slightly thinner, and Trevor's was slightly longer than the others. Nothing, though, that set any of them apart, except for Paul's uncut one. That was a bit of a surprise, as I remembered one guy I gave a hand job to a few months before who was significantly smaller than these guys. It was a real joy to me to feel these throbbing muscles, stroking each one, trying to feel each of them to find differences, examining them in every way.
Increasingly I felt my pussy getting wet. I was very turned on at the constant touching of these penises, and seeing them pointed directly at my face. I started thinking of them exploding cum all over my face, coating me from my eyes to my mouth. I had never wanted this before. In fact, it disgusted me to think of that happening - until tonight. Now I got a thrill and a tingle in my pussy just thinking about it suddenly happening.
I was stroking Trevor's throbbing meat, thinking that this couldn't go on much longer. Although they had many breaks, the guys had to be dying to cum. I knew they couldn't last much longer. Suddenly Sharon barked another order. "Okay, girls, take the cock in your hand and lick it. Then put it in your mouth."
Without even thinking I followed her order. I reached my tongue out to lick the head, then let my mouth engulf his dick. I didn't even think much of what I was doing until that point. I sucked on it for just a few moments until I heard Sharon yell, "Stop!"
We looked around, and I realized that we had stopped before anyone could cum. By the reactions of the guys, it wasn't a moment too soon.
"Okay," Sharon said, "Switch again, and suck those cocks 'til they cum in your mouth."
By this time I was so turned on that I tingled with anticipation and glee at the thought, though I had never let anyone cum in my mouth before. I grabbed onto the next dick in line - Ben's - and stuffed it eagerly into my mouth. I engulfed it as deeply as I could in one motion, and began sucking hard. My tongue swirled around the head as my hand held it by the base, squeezing it and sliding up and down slightly.
Perhaps 15 seconds passed before I felt Ben's dick swell and his hips thrust forward driving him deeper into my mouth. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a warm substance, shooting hard into the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, but he kept shooting cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but the cum came much more quickly and it accumulated in my cheeks.
Without even thinking, I was determined to empty his cock of his cum without letting go. My hand kept squeezing his base as he noisily spasmed shot after shot into me. I felt cum leaking out of my mouth and dripping down my lips as I no longer felt his cum shooting into me. I held him in my mouth as I kept trying to swallow what was inside. It was difficult to swallow with a mouth full of dick, but I did my best. My hand began stroking further up his dick, milking more cum out of his shaft. Eventually he pulled himself out of my mouth, though I held on and continued to milk the cum, even licking it off his tip. I kept swallowing, but the thickness of the goo was difficult to get down, and I was beginning to get tired of the process. I hadn't even thought of what it tasted like.
All the guys had cum very quickly once we got the order. The last guy to cum was Trevor, as Tara sucked him off. I heard him groaning out his climax just about the time Ben finished shooting his load into my mouth. We looked around at each other with grins that were both sheepish and excited Each of us had cum dripping from her mouth, but Cindy had globs of cum on her cheek and on her chin. It looked to me that she was the only one who pulled her guy out while he was still spurting hard.
The girls just sat there, looking at each other and at the softening dicks in front of them and all around. The guys evidently started feeling awkward, and they sort of slunk off to the kitchen or bathroom to clean themselves up. When they came back a minute or two later, I don't think any of us girls had moved, except for wiping off our mouths. We smiled at the guys, and they smiled nervously back.
"We, uh, had better get going," Jake said, mostly to me but really to everyone.
They all mumbled "Thanks" in one way or another as they rushed toward the door after we said goodbye. We didn't stand up and they didn't seem to want a kiss for some reason. They were in a hurry to get away.
I sat there without moving, feeling a burning in my belly, my head in a whirl trying to sort out what had happened. My pussy was in need of attention, but not in front of the others. Before I could think of what to do, Cindy got up and quickly headed to the bathroom.
"She's going to get herself off," I thought jealously.
Then I looked over to Sharon and saw that her hand was down the waistband of her pants, obviously playing with her pussy right there in front of us. Seeing that, surprised as I was, I could not help myself. Wearing a skirt made it easier for me. I placed my hand under my skirt and reached up to my pussy. I quickly pushed my fingers under my panties and parted my pussy lips. A finger went into my vagina and I sighed with relief. Two fingers now pushed in and out quickly, and I found my clit as well. In less than a minute I was cumming with great relief.
When I finished I saw Sharon looking at me happily, and then we watched Tara, who was finishing herself off. Cindy came back in the room just as Tara was cumming, so all of us watched her. We gave her applause when she was done, which made for a hearty laugh for us all. Yes, even Tara, eventually.
We didn't, however, stay around to talk much about it. That would come later, if at all. As I left, I thought about the incredible evening. Never would I have believed that I would do such a thing in a group setting, and simply because Sharon told me to. I was amazed at myself, thankful for such an intense experience, and I decided that I was going to spend more time around Sharon. What in the world would she come up with next?
The End.
Professor
The door opened and her head peeked in. "Professor? You wanted to see me?"
He looked up from his desk and nodded, watching her walk into his office. Dressed as usual in a short skirt and a button-down shirt with too many buttons unfaste
ned, she always exuded an air of promiscuity.
Sitting down in the chair facing his desk, she didn't bother crossing her legs, but left them splayed lewdly open, allowing him a glimpse of her creamy inner thighs and a hint of further delights.
Closing his book, he looked at her, resolutely trying not to leer at her exposed cleavage. "Yes. I wanted to talk to you about your manner of dress. It's much too provocative for the classroom. Most of the guys are not paying attention to the lecture, but what it would feel like to fuck your tight little pussy."
"Professor!" She spluttered, shocked at his forward language.
"Oh hush. You know it's true. Why else would you dress like a whore if you didn't want to be treated like one?"
"Well, professor," she said was a hint of resolve in her voice, "I like the way I dress, and I like how I feel when I'm dressed like this, so I'm not going to change. What are you going to do about that?"
"I'm going to do exactly what you want me to do." He said ominously. "Now stand up and put your hands flat on my desk."
With a defiant toss of her hair, she complied, sticking her ass further into the air than necessary, which was completely fine by him.
Her defiant look slipped a little when she saw him pull a wooden ruler out of his desk.
"What...?" She started, but trailed off with a gasp when he flipped up the back of her skirt to expose the perfect globes of her ass, the black thong she was wearing nestled enticingly between her cheeks.
"I'm going to spank you ten times with this, and you're going to count each one and thank me for it. Is that clear?"
She nodded, cowed by his authoritative manner. He smiled. Her submissiveness will be very useful shortly.
"Oh, I forgot one thing." He trailed off as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out three large binder clips. "I need to put these on first so you truly know how a whore is treated."
Reaching forward, he turned her to face him, then pulled apart the hem of her shirt, ripping it open to expose her breasts. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra underneath by the visibly hard nipples poking up against the cotton.
She whimpered as he rolled her nipples in his fingers, making them stand up straight and proud. Hissing, she tried to squirm away as he affixed the clamps to her swollen buds, but was unsuccessful. The clips cut off the blood supply making her nipples throb painfully. Kneeling between her legs, he found her clit already pronounced, and closed the clip around it causing her to buck with a cry. Turning her once more, he made sure her hands were flat against the desktop.
CRACK! "One. Thank you sir."
CRACK! "Two. Thank you sir," she gasped.
CRACK! "Four... thank you sir." He paused.
"You forgot three. Surely you haven't had enough already?" She could hear the pleased tone in his voice.
CRACK! "Four. Thank you sir," she repeated. He caressed her reddening cheeks.
"No. You're still on three. You need to count properly."
She moaned. CRACK! "Three. Thank you sir."
With each blow, her ass began to darken, and by ten her skin was bright red and almost hot to the touch.
Sliding a hand between her legs, he found her panties were soaked through. "I knew it. A true whore." She whimpered audibly.
He grasped the hem of her panties, pulling them down her legs, baring her bare mound to his view. He slid first one than two fingers inside her dripping pussy, hearing her moan. Fingerfucking her gently, he was pleased at how wet she was.
Abruptly he pulled his fingers from her and she heard a rustle behind her, and the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening.
"What...?" She started, but let out a gasp as his hard length filled her completely. With a steadying hand on her hip, he thrust deeply inside once, twice, three times, then pulled out. Suddenly, she felt the broad head of his cock nudging her tiny crinkled asshole.
"Since you're clearly a whore, I need to find something really tight to enjoy." She groaned as he began to apply pressure, crying out when his cockhead finally entered past the tight ring of muscles. He continued the slow application of pressure until her was buried completely to the hilt.
Pausing to let her get used to the feeling of fullness, he then began to slowly, but steadily, fuck her ass. The more the thrust, the looser she became, until he was sure that he wouldn't hurt her. He began to deepen and quicken his strokes until each thrust was buffeting her against his desk. She whimpered as his hips hit the sore skin of her ass.
Reaching around he jiggled the clip on her clit causing her to orgasm hard, which caused her to squeeze harder around his cock. He gave a roar and came, filling the condom with cum.
Collapsing on her back, they were both breathing hard. He finally was able to pull out of her ass, letting her slump against the desk.
"On your knees," he ordered, and she complied with a wary look on her face. He pulled off the soiled condom, and gestured to his cum-covered cock.
"Clean me off."
She took him into her mouth, sucking and licking him clean, while his hand fisted in her hair encouraging her. Eventually he pulled away, letting her lean back against the desk looking decidedly -- and deliciously -- mussed.
"Lay on your back on my desk. I'm not done with you."
She stood on shaky legs and lay along the width of his desk, after he put most of the items which had been on top of it, on the floor.
Spreading her legs, he sat in his chair and lowered his mouth to her dripping cunt and began to feast.
"Please sir. Can you remove the clamps? They hurt so bad." She whimpered.
Raising his head, he looked at her, surprised she would interrupt her own pleasure. "I'll remove one set -- breasts or clit -- which one?"
"The one on my clit please." Even though she neglected to call him sir, he removed the clamp and she hissed at the feeling of blood returning.
He took the stiff bud gently between his teeth, raking it, delighting in her cries of pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair.
He continued to lick and suckle until she had cum twice and was breathless with need.
"Please sir. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me."
He stood and walked around the desk. The way she was laying, her mouth was even with his groin.
"Soon. First, get me hard again."
She opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside. With her head practically hanging off the edge of the desk, he was able to slide in deep with each thrust. Cupping her breasts, he made the clips on her nipples bounce enticingly. When he finally stepped back, her face was pink and there was a trail of precum hanging from her nose.
Sitting back down in his chair, he gestured to his lap. "Come on then. You wanted me inside of you."
She hopped off the desk eagerly, wiping the cum off her face. Straddling his legs, she lowered herself onto his thick cock, sliding all the way down his length until his cockhead bumped against her cervix. She began to ride him furiously, the steady slapping sound of skin on skin and their heavy breathing echoing in the small room.
Reaching up, he removed her nipple clamps, groaning as she tightened around him from the painful tingling sensation of blood returning. He drew each into his mouth, his hands sliding to her sore ass, helping her bounce harder, drawing him deeper, as she whimpered.
"Cum for me. I want to feel you cum around my cock." No sooner as he finished his command, she began to buck in an intense orgasm bringing him along in its wake. He exploded deep inside of her with a guttural moan.
Without being ordered, she slid off his lap and dropped to her knees, taking his spent cock into her mouth once more, cleaning off their juices from his skin. When she finished, she looked up at him, still kneeling at his feet. "I'm sorry sir. I'll try to dress less provocatively from now on."
He nodded, "Good. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
She stood on wobbly legs and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Reaching down, he picked up her forgotten panties off the floor and smiled. He loved role play
night.
The End.
Three Strikes, I'm Out?
My heart skipped a beat when the boss stopped by my cubicle, and I'm sure I blushed when his eye caught mine. I was on the phone with a client, and suddenly very conscious of my end of the conversation - especially when the boss smiled and gave me a thumbs up as he listened - but also eager to get off the phone so I could find out why he had stopped by to see me. My position was very much an entry-level one, so even though I knew him to be a hands-on leader, it was unusual that he'd stop by a cubicle like mine. For a moment, I indulged the thought that he would ask me out, but quickly focused on work again, conscious that he was listening carefully to my phone conversation.
"Nice work, Bailey," he said, reaching out to shake my hand, "glad to hear such a professional approach with our clients over the phone!"
"Wow, thanks, Mr..."
"No need to be so formal, Bailey," he interrupted me, "please, call me Jason."
"Oh, really? Well, thanks, Jason! So, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm a little disappointed in you. You know we've been trying to put together a team for the softball league, and yet you don't share with me that you were a star on your college team?"
"Well, that was a few years ago. And I don't know if I'd use the word 'star'..."
"Are you kidding? We're not exactly a pro league, we need every decent player we can get! And once Laura in accounting spilled your secret, I looked up your college stats. If you hit only half as well as you did your senior year, you'd be a great addition to our lineup! Oh, and I really need a catcher I can count on."
"So you're the pitcher?" I really hadn't thought much about playing since graduating two years back and deciding to focus on my career. But the thought of being able to play with Jason - I still couldn't believe he wanted me to call him Jason - was definitely a selling point. I'd had a huge crush on this guy since the first time we'd met.
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