by Abby Weeks
She knew she was a good-looking woman. She had a great figure, nice hair and she had always been confident that she was pretty. Men hit on her all the time. She worked out four times a week. But there was also the fact that she’d had two children in the last six years, and despite loosing her baby weight and spending countless hours in the gym, her body would never be at thirty-four what it had been when she was sixteen.
She was on the table feeling the solid, felt surface of the billiard table on her legs. She didn’t know whether to stand or sit when Herb said, —Kneel please.
Probably the only thing that gave her the confidence to do it was the thought that Herb’s wife was in her sixties, Pete’s was in her fifties, and even Midge was more than ten years older than she was.
She got on her hands and knees and couldn’t help trying to attain the most attractive posture possible in that position. She sucked in her tummy, arched her back a little, and let her bum protrude back to elongate her body.
The lamps from the ceiling hung down to just a foot above her and gave her an alluring shadowy appearance. The little skirt barely extended past her waist and in this position it did nothing at all to cover her bum. The table was firm but it was not uncomfortable. She maintained the position and tried to be as still as possible while the men slowly circled around her and admired her from every angle. They were smoking their cigars and they looked very pleased with themselves. She gave away no emotion and said nothing, and while they were happy to make eye-contact with her, they said nothing either.
She found herself hoping they liked what they saw. In fact, the longer she maintained that position, and imagined how her body looked, starting with her black stilettos and extending all the way to her bum with the frill of skirt and the string of her panties, the more confident she grew that she was impressing them.
She couldn’t see the men when they were behind her but she felt more than one hand on her bum, stroking the cheek, and even finding its way along the string of the g-string toward the front.
—Beautiful, she heard in a murmur.
—Exquisite, someone said.
When she spotted Walter he looked happy, proud. She looked at him and realized he would never be enough to satisfy her completely, not now that she had experienced this. She wanted more, more than just her husband who treated her like a secretary and managed to have intercourse with her maybe twice a month. She wanted more, and she was going to get it.
—Get up on your knees now, please, Herb said.
She rose up on her knees, almost like a puppy, and as the four men stood there staring at her, she knew what she had to do next. She reached around her back and unclasped the fastener that held her dress in place. The bodice fell away, revealing her breasts to them. She looked down and saw that they were pert and firm and alluring in the strange light.
—Take it off, Pete said.
By now she was on autopilot. None of the things she was doing were natural to her, but in this strange place, with this enticing company, she found that she could do things she would ordinarily be unable to do. She pulled the dress up over her head and threw it off into the darkness of the room. With the bright lamps so low above her she could hardly see beyond the edges of the billiard table and the men were largely hidden in shadow. This made her less shy as she kneeled in front of them wearing only her black g-string and stilettos.
—Take it all off, please, Frank said.
She looked at him and then pulled the g-string off over her shoes and threw it at him. Then she leaned back on her butt with her legs spread open in front of her giving them a full view of her vagina. Thankfully she was completely shaved and what she was showing them looked its best.
They smoked their cigars and stared at her and she found herself gyrating up and down slowly and subtly, as if she was a pole dancer learning the moves.
—Come closer, Pete said and she slid forward on her bum till her feet were on the edge of the table.
—Closer, Pete said.
He was standing very close to the table himself now, and she slid her bum right to the edge of the table so that it was just inches from him. He touched her, rubbing her fleshy clitoris gently, then he leaned down and put his face between her legs. He covered her vagina with his mouth and licked her hungrily. Then he put his tongue as far as he could inside her. She wrapped her ankles around his head and threw her head back as he licked her. Then he broke loose and took a step back.
Frank came up to her next, and she looked at Pete and Herb and Walter as he did. Were they all going to have a taste, she wondered. Frank put his finger inside her and she watched the other three men, who were watching what Frank was doing intently. He put his mouth on her vagina as Pete had done, as if her vagina was her mouth and he was kissing her passionately. He licked and sucked her vagina and clitoris and it felt excruciatingly good. He put his hands over her breasts and then onto her face and she took his fingers in her mouth and sucked them.
Then, before he forgot himself and got completely carried away he took a step back and made way for Herb. Herb looked her in the eye as he approached and she felt almost dizzy with anticipation as he stepped up to the spot in front of her. She never would have imagined that she could feel so much lust for a man his age but there it was, and it was pulsing through her more fiercely than any lust she had ever felt in her life. When Herb was in front of her he put his finger in her mouth as Frank had done, and then leaned into her pussy with his face but instead of licking her where the others had, he leaned in closer to her and pressed his face against her, pushing her up a little. Then he licked her asshole. He pushed his tongue into it and then followed it with his finger, pushing his finger in and out of her bum till she let out a moan. She angled her body so that he could get at her however he wanted and he ate her greedily. She had never felt anything like that and it gave her more pleasure than she would have thought possible. With his finger driving in and out of her bum he planted his mouth on her vagina and licked and sucked her clitoris and she began to think she was going to reach orgasm. His finger was pumping in and out, faster and faster, and she felt the thrill of it rise up inside her and reach it’s peak. It had to be the peak. She couldn’t take any more. She couldn’t even think enough to be afraid of how she looked or sounded, she just ground her pelvis against his face and let him do what he wanted to her anus and pussy. She had no idea how long it continued.
She screamed out when at last she came and the men all sighed and seemed to experience the climax with her. Then Herb took a step back to make way for Walter.
Walter came up to her and stood between her legs, and in the aftermath of the climax she had just had, and with all the power and pleasure that was intoxicating her flowing through her veins, she did something that would have been unthinkable to her before. She kicked off one of her black shoes and put her foot in Walter’s face and firmly pushed him away.
—No, she said. Nothing for you, tonight.
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