Kim scanned them, matching names to features, not that it mattered. She knew she would never see any of them again. "I'm Kim."
Dennis drove. Tony sat in the front seat with him. Kim was sandwiched in the back seat between Jack and Sid. Jack's tweed sports jacket was rough against her arm.
At Tony's apartment, Kim didn't waste any time. Her cunt was already a boiling swamp of hunger. She also didn't dare hesitate, for fear she would chicken out. If she tried that, at this point, she was sure things would turn ugly.
She checked that they were all watching her and crossed the modem living room. The overhead light played over her smooth shoulders. She turned, and slipped one strap down and off, bared that breast. The other strap followed, so she was stripped to the waist in a moment. Beads of sweat gleamed on the men's upper lips as they stared hungrily at her nude torso, her aroused nipples, the rise and fall of her tense breasts.
Hooking her thumbs in her dress, she skinned it down over her hips, let it fall around her ankles. She was nude. She carefully stepped out of it and left it crumpled on the floor.
She became the center of a swarming knot of men. Hands pinched and stroked her bared tits, probed her pussy, fondled her waist and belly. Her nipples were being pinched and tortured, her cunt rudely poked.
"Easy!" she grunted at a particularly brutal probing of her buff. "You'll all get a chance. Let's have a drink first, okay?"
Reluctantly, they abandoned her, left her feeling rumpled and aroused. She carefully spread herself on the couch. Half reclining, she accepted the offered drink. They were all staring at her hungrily.
"What's the bit, anyway?" Dennis asked Jack. He acted as if she weren't present, even though he was staring right at her.
"No limits," Jack answered. "You saw in the bar. No limits, no charge, no strings."
"You mean, she'll do anything?" Dennis asked, not believing his ears.
"That's what she said," Jack assured him. "And I believe her."
Kim looked from one to the other, her eyes very steady, her guts in a turmoil. She wondered why she didn't feel hornier. The horniness was there, but it was like a low pilot light, rather than a searing flame. "Before the night is out, I'll prove it," she promised, fingering one of her breasts languidly. Her legs were crossed, not out of modesty, but for comfort. They could see a triangle of pussy hair between her sleek thighs as she toyed with her clit and sipped her drink.
Dennis began unfastening his belt. He ran his zipper down and bared his jutting dark. He wrapped his hand around his thrusting cock and waved it at her. "You can start praying it right now. Come suck my dick."
Kim's lust flared up. The man should have looked ludicrous, his trousers down around his ankles, his shirt parted by his hard-on. But all she saw was his cock: ivory-shafted, pink-knobbed. A thick shining drop of mice started toward the floor on a lengthening gossamer strand.
Kim lowered her feet to the floor and turned around on the sofa. Reaching out, she gripped the head of Dennis' dick, and drew him towards her. He stumbled, then kicked free of his tangled pants and loafers.
Kim leaned forward and guided his pecker to her mouth. Holding his prick steady, she licked it while the other three men closed in to watch hungrily. She licked and lapped at Dennis' dork, curled her tongue to its curve as she stroked the underside, bathed the rounded head.
Then she closed her lips around the hot, hard shaft and slid it toward the back of her mouth. Holding the base with one hand, she eased it farther and farther back. At the same time, she gently cupped her fingers under his balls and let them roll around on her palm.
Her lips rounded by his cock, she sucked. She let the bulbous head jam into her throat, tried to swallow it like it was a too-big bite of steak. Dennis gripped her head and forced her to take more of his dong, jammed his throbbing hard-on down her throat.
Then she regained control of her head and began moving it back and forth, began fucking his dick in and out of her maw and sliding her tongue along the underside. Hot juices boiled from the tip and coated her tongue. A trickle of spit drizzled down her chin as she coated his prick with saliva.
There were rustlings and stirrings around her as the three watching men struggled with their own clothes. They stripped without taking their eyes off her cock-sucking. She was surrounded by a forest of peckers.
She felt Dennis' balls drawing up close to his groin, felt his ass clenching. He was about to cum. She stroked his dong with her tongue, then backed away so his dick tip was just beyond her lips. She wanted them to see her take the jetting spurts, so they would know she was getting his creamy load. She pumped her fist on his spitty prick, cupped the tip of her tongue under the knob as the shaft spasmed in her grasp.
The first stinging shot went clear to the back of her throat and almost made her choke. The next spurts were thicker and heavier and slapped down on her tongue. She eased forward and engulfed the fountaining dork with her mouth, and absorbed gout after gout of semen. She swallowed the foaming waves of saliva and man-juice.
The spurting died away. She sucked, drew the last dribbles of jizz from Dennis' exhausted prick. As his pecker drooped, she released it and licked it clean with long sweeps of her tongue.
No sooner had she finished the blonde's dick, than there were hands on her, turning her, pressing her down on the sofa. She lay back. Feeling strangely detached from her body, she spread her legs, exposed her steaming twat. She felt chill air stroke her aroused pussy folds.
Jack was between her legs now. As his friends looked on, he aimed his cock into her raging pussy. Kim reached down and helped his dick find the target, then looked around at the others as she was drilled by Jack's mammoth dork. She clutched him hard and let lust roar through her as her channel was jammed with dick.
With one heel hooked over the back of the sofa, the other foot trailing to the floor, she was wantonly split as Jack humped between her thighs. She writhed and heaved, let her hips rock and roll with wanton abandon. Every stroke of Jack's prick set her cunt on fire; her clit was pounded, pinched and rolled as his pubic bone slammed against her. His hands mashed her breasts as he pried in between his chest and hers. He bruised and scraped her tender globes. His thick mat of chest hair burned her flesh.
She was rising upwards on a foaming wave of pleasure. The knowledge that three men were watching as she took dick made her lust roar higher. She writhed in exhibitionistic wantonness. She loved being fucked in full view and bright light by a total stranger, while other strangers waited their turns. She could still taste Dennis' cum as she humped and hunched her way toward a fountaining cumming. She clawed at Jack's back as he rammed into her harder and harder.
He crammed deep into her, and she sank her nails into his clenching tail. She let a moan of lust escape her lips as she felt searing waves of sperm juice hammer her innards. Her twat spasmed madly around the spurting prick. The two convulsions reinforced each other until she and Jack were both jerking madly.
Then Jack was off and away, and Tony was climbing between her ravaged thighs. The feel of his cock ramming into her flooded hole made her heave and groan. She sank her nails into his shoulders. His hips hammered at her and his cock slammed into her with quick, sharp, hard drives that rocked her to the core. His pubic bone cracked against hers with the force of a sledgehammer, sent shock waves jolting up her spine to her eyeballs.
Her thighs rubbed raw by Tony's hairy hips, Kim let her cumming foam over her as she clawed his muscular, hairy back. Her chest was being scoured by his thick mat of hair. Her tits were bruised and sore from being ground between her ribs and his, and before his, Jack's. The cum in her belly was swilling around as the mammoth cock stirred her cunt.