Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

One of the men got up and turned the radio on then, making a half-bending gesture, he asked if I would dance with him.

“Gladly, kind sir,” I replied, as I put my drink on a nearby table and wobbled into his arms.

Neither of us was in very good shape for dancing, but we tried, and when we started twirling, we fell onto the bed, laughing drunkenly. I felt his hand on my crotch, but didn’t push it away. This encouraged him to further exploration, and he slowly moved his hand under my skirt, up my thighs, until he reached his destination. Cupping his hand between my legs, he slowly massaged my mound. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, running my tongue over my lips.

The radio was still playing, but other than that, there was silence. I opened my eyes and saw the other three men standing there, lust on their faces, drooling as their fellow salesman worked me over.

The four of them undressed and I could see they were all ready for a fucking.

Their pricks stuck straight out, and the large veins were throbbing. My eyes were bleary, but even under these conditions I could see that they varied in size and shape. None of them were exceptionally large, but right then, I could have cared less.

“You’re all undressed,” I slurred, “but I’m still fully clothed. That’s not fair.”

The one who had been on the bed with me took my hands and pulled me up. Each of them took turns taking off a piece of my clothing. One took off the blouse, the other my bra, then my skirt, and last, but not least, my panties. When this was done, they took their time and looked me over from head to foot. The joy in looking, I guess, is almost as good as the joy in taking.

“What a build,” one of them whispered.

“Ain’t she something to look at!”

“Lady, if you’re only half as good in bed as you look, you’re a real tiger.”

“Only one way to find out, fellow, only one way to find out.” Now I was getting braver, and more anxious to get on with it. I had never taken on four men in one night. In fact, until Ray and Bill, I had never taken on two. Now, I was breathing heavier, anxious for the experiment to begin. I didn’t know if I could last, but I’d certainly give it one hell of a try. I lowered myself to the bed and laid back. I was ready anytime they were.

I heard some mumbling and I guess they must have decided who would go first, because when I glanced up they were in a sort of line, each waiting his turn.

The first man climbed on and put his pole in my joy box. I spread my legs to make it easer for him and he slid in on the first try. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. As he pumped, I moved my hips to meet his every thrust. It felt good, and I even enjoyed looking at the men watching us, their faces revealing their eagerness for the opportunity to penetrate my hot box. I was beginning to believe some of them wouldn’t be able to hold back and would end up jacking off.

My first Don Juan was great at ramming home. He liked to push it all the way in and then rub hard against me. It was delicious. By doing this, he touched every square inch of my cunt. I could feel the head of his prick against the far end of my wall and his rubbing made me hump against him even more.

I shot my load before he did, and the warm fluid engulfing his stiff rod must have set him off. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then took it home, slowly, gently and unloading his juice just as he shoved against my innermost wall. The hot liquid felt good and I moaned satisfactorily as I let my legs slip from around his waist.

The next man, although not as well endowed as the first, certainly knew how to use what he did have. He spread my legs, lifted them so my feet were on either side of his head, and then slid his prick home. He was a rammer, and it felt like a piled river every time he scored. With my legs up, and my rear and the lower portion of my back off the bed, I had no way of cushioning myself for his penetrating thrusts. I took them and grunted each time he shoved inside me. I will admit, he spared no mercy, and almost had me begging him to quit. But I couldn’t do that. I also enjoyed it, despite the pain, and when he shot his wad, I joined him, filling my hole with even more joy juice.

I felt a bigger cock pushing into me when the third man climbed aboard. I was still humping from the last man, although I came with him, and fucked wildly this time around. He had been stimulated by watching the orgy, because he didn’t last long. A few thrusts and he was coating my pussy. I wasn’t ready, so I held him in a vise-like grip with my legs until I could come.

I had never come three times in a row so quickly, and knew I would have to let the fourth man enjoy himself without joining him. I knew I couldn’t come again that soon. But I was in for a surprise.

When he got on the bed, he turned me over on my stomach and lifted my hips in the air. I figured I was in for dog-fashion fucking. And he did push his cock into my box. But then he slid his legs between mine and pulled me down on his prick. My legs were extended toward his head and my head was between his feet.

He massaged my buttocks while I rode his rod and then pushed his finger in my anus and twisted it around. I saw stars! The more he rotated his finger, the faster I fucked. I was gasping for air and my arms felt so weak that I knew I would fall any minute. But I had to come! I had to unload!

The more he worked on me, the harder I fucked, and the harder I fucked, the closer I came to an orgasm. I groaned loudly as the man fingered my asshole faster and faster, making me come again. Then I fell forward, weak, empty, tired, and deliriously happy and satisfied.

The man had not come, but he was about ready. He moved and shifted me to my knees, then he screwed me dog-fashion, pushing what felt like a cement cock all the way home and making me groan each time he did. When he came, I felt a slight burning sensation inside, and knew I must be getting a little raw. But there was no stopping now. The quartet wasn’t through with me.

I slipped forward on the bed as the fourth man pulled his penis from my box.

The first man was ready again and turned me over on my back and mounted me. It took him longer to come this time. Then, each of them went another round. I was screwed eight times in less than an hour, and still don’t understand how my pussy held so much fluid. I even managed to come twice again while the four were taking seconds.

They eased off after the second round and we had a few more drinks. I was sore between the legs and should have gotten up and gone to my apartment. But the whiskey kept me going, and I was enjoying the orgy. I imagined the insides of my box were black and blue from the pounding it had taken, but from the looks on the faces of the four men, they weren’t finished with me yet.

After a few more drinks, two of them pushed me back on the bed and began sucking on my tits. I reached down and took one cock in each hand and slowly and gently stroked them until they became erect. I moved to their balls and played with them. A third man climbed over my legs to my head and put his cock in my mouth while the fourth began eating at my cunt. What a sight! Being fucked in the mouth while giving two hand jobs, and being eaten at the same time! What an orgy!

The two men on either side of me rolled over on their backs and let me pound away at their meat, while alternately playing with their jewels. They continued rubbing my breasts and tweaking the nipples.

The third man was slowly easing his cock in and out of my mouth, while I sucked hard on each stroke and chewed at his rod and the head. Meanwhile, I was being treated to a wonderful eating. The man between my legs must give his wife a fit when he eats her, because he was an expert. He pulled my cunt lips into his mouth and sucked. Each time he did, I would pound the meat on either side of me harder, and bite into the cock in my mouth. When my diner shoved his tongue deep inside my box, I almost went into a frenzy. I wrapped my legs around his head and pushed as hard as I could against him.