The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Xanaphia

Xanaphia

Biblically Accurate Bitch
Joined
Sep 28, 2013
Marissa hugged her overcoat tightly around her as she made her way to the bus stop. She wondered why she thought it was a good idea to take such a late class when she didn't have a car. It was cold and campus was desolate this late. She took a moment to let her hair down, falling to her mid back. It wasn't very thick, but it did cover her neck from the cool wind blowing through. The honey blonde locks framed her face nicely, though the bangs were annoying her eyes. Ugh she needed a haircut, but money was tight (as always).

Her heeled boots made a clicking sound as she walked along the sidewalk, amplified by the lack of people. She felt somewhat self-conscious now, as the noise boomed through the hallways. Arriving at the bus stop, she saw another person there. It might have been comforting in some situations, but the man was older and disheveled, reeking of cheap vodka. She kept her distance, standing by sign rather than sitting next to him on the bench. He took notice of her anyways, and walked over to her.

“Why don'tcha gimme a smile? I bet you're pretty when you smile,” he slurred at her. She flashed him a quick polite smile and pulled out her phone to check the time. The bus should be here within five minutes, if it wasn't late. She watched down the road, hoping it would materialize from any given set of incoming headlights.

“Where are you headed?” He asked her, moving closer to her. His foul odor suggested to her that he hadn't bathed in many days.

“To meet my boyfriend,” she lied flatly, hoping to get him off her case. She checked her phone again, willing time to move faster and get her to safety. She wondered if she should have worn something a bit more conservative, to dissuade such attention. Her skirt was short, but she had black leggings on underneath. She wasn't showing any skin, but the tights did highlight her long lean legs and the skirt barely covered her ass. He jacket covered her pretty well, but cinched at the waist it conveyed an hourglass figure. Rationally, she knew it wasn't her fault she was getting harassed, but she still wished she could have prevented it somehow.

“Your boyfriend huh? Do you suck his cock like a slut?” The drunk man harangued her, anger building in his voice. She swallowed down her fear, and noticed one of the heading approaching was slowing down to pull over. It didn't look like the bus, but she would take anything at this moment. A black Porsche 944 had stopped before them and Marissa saw a younger man sitting at the wheel. He looked quite wealthy in his suit, as if the fancy car wasn't a tip off.

Normally getting the car with a stranger is the worst choice a young woman like herself could make, but of her current options it seemed like the best choice. “Looks like my boyfriend came to pick me up,” she said the old man and she got in the car, a deep sigh of relief as he speed off.
 
"Damn-it." Jake banged his fist in frustration as he caught another red-light, and glanced at the dashboard clock of his Porsche 944. He was going to be late. The thirty-six year old Stockbroker had intended to be home early to finalise arrangements for the high-stakes poker game that evening; a regular monthly event he hosted for friends at his Penthouse apartment; however a last-minute hiccup had seen a deal almost fall through, and he'd had to remain behind in order to save it. He swore at the lights, then his fist banged the wheel again, as if that would cause them to change. He'd just realised that, with the stress of his day, he'd neglected to call the Escort Agency to confirm that night's booking, and it was now likely too late.

For the boys, it was a night out; an opportunity to enjoy themselves without nagging or complaints; and as much as the cards, liquor and pills, the high-class strippers, cum prostitutes, were an integral piece of the action. No wives or girlfriends were invited to spoil the fun, and fun it was. Unlike certain women Jake could name, the whores never complained of having a headache and, if offered enough cash, allowed you to fuck them up the ass - everyone had their price -, and didn't expect flowers and chocolates the next day.

Not that Jake was partnered up in any case; he preferred to play the field. At six feet, one inch tall, with short-cropped sandy-brown hair, a runners body, and piercing blue eyes which always held a hint of mischief, his good-looks attracted the women. Or possibly their attraction was to his Porsche 944, and Armani suits - such as the dark grey number he was attired in, accompanied by a white dress shirt, and lilac silk tie - which bespoke his wealth.

His first inclination as the lights turned green, and he heard through the open window a rough, drunk voice screaming sexual obscenities, was to ignore it, and drive on. However, then he spotted her. Never one to pass up the opportunity to appraise a pretty woman, Jake slowed to a crawl, and allowed his eyes to wander. Nineteen or twenty, he guessed, as he scanned her face, then slid his gaze lower, possibly a touch older. When he peered back up, his vehicle had stopped completely, and she was right there at the passenger door. Opening it. Damn, she was cute.

Even as the stranger slid inside, and he stepped on the gas to get away from the jerk who was still screaming, and stumbling towards the Porsche, Jake's mind clicked over, and he recalled something he and his friends had discussed, drunk, after the strippers had departed one evening. It'd be a lot more interesting if they weren't sluts to begin with. Maybe we should approach some random girl on the street, and offer her a bundle of money to let us fuck her. You know, kind of like the Bang Bus. Except that isn't real. The men had laughed, and talked about it a few times after, but not taken it any further. They'd never had the opportunity. Nor a captive audience to proposition.

The Porsche slowed as he put some distance between it and the bus stop, and his head tilted to glance at the young woman in the passenger seat. Jake's demeanour was totally friendly, and any perverted thoughts not evident in his expression. His eyes drifted down to take in the leggings and skirt, then lifted back to her face. "It appears I arrived in the nick of time; bus stops always attract the weirdo's and creeps, particularly this hour of the night. What were you doing there alone, late class?"

He'd made an educated guess, based on her apparent age and the proximity of the College to where she'd been waiting, and continued without pause. "I remember those days, always short of funds. Couldn't even afford to put gas in my car, let alone have any fun. It was either walk or catch the bus. Or find a third part-time job, and fail my classes because I was so tired, and didn't have time to study." The man shot her a smile, and raised a querulous eyebrow. "Am I right?"

Hopefully he'd be able to gauge from her response if she'd be open to the proposition of earning a little, or a lot, of extra cash, for one night's work. Jake was sure his buddies wouldn't mind stumping up a few thousand dollars each; they'd only lose it to him at the poker table otherwise.
 
“Thank you so much.” She gushed and she settled into the seat, relieved to be out of the cold and away from the crazy guy. Of course this wasn't exactly safe either, but at least this guys smelled better. She took a moment to examine his face as he spoke to her. Taking account of this seeming white knight. He was fairly attractive, though significantly older than her. She didn't usually go for older guys, knowing that they only wanted for her youth. Something about the combination of good looks, ostentatious wealth, and rescuing her made him more appealing than most. At the very least she could see herself giving him her number, if he asked.

If he was ogling her, he didn't make it obvious, which she appreciated. She started to answer his question with a “yeah” but he continued to talk, nah all that interested in what she had to say. She smiled and nodded waiting for him to finish.

“Money's pretty tight at times,,” she admitted, pulling her hair back behind her ear. “But it seems to pay off,” She added with a giggle, motioning to his fancy car. She was starting to feel warmer now, with the heat on in the car, so she untied her jacket. Her top was tight against her chest, not exactly hiding her ample chest. She was pretty happy with her breasts overall. Big enough to be a handful for most guys, without being too big where it was hard to find cute bras. The red lace push up she wore tonight helped give her the appearance of a full figure.

“Some friends wanted to go to Cochella this year, but I am not sure how I could afford it. I just barely cover my tuition and books and my schedule makes it hard to get a part time job.” she confessed to him as they drove along, somewhat wistful in her remark..

“Oh, do you think you can take me to Fifth and Broadway?” it just occurred to her it might not be the best idea to let him know where she lived. He seemed like a decent enough guy, and he also could be a real life Patrick Bateman, hiding a dark secret behind a charming smile. The coffee shop was a short walk from her apartment. “I am supposed to meet some friends at the coffee shop there, so we can study.”
 
"Not a problem. He was probably harmless, but better to be safe than sorry, right?" The rush-hour traffic had died down, and Jake dropped one hand from the wheel as he responded, relaxed in his seat, then asked about college. All types of ideas were running through his mind, and as much as he wanted to appraise the cute stranger further, he knew he couldn't without the chance of it being noticed. The last thing he wanted was for her to take an instant dislike to him, and reject any proposition out of hand.

At the very least, she had attractive features, and a good set of tits; her lips not pumped with collagen, or breasts with silicon, as were most of the hookers who passed through his apartment. For some reason, they thought it was what men desired, but not Jake, nor his friends. They preferred a natural appearance. Jake had gotten a nice, if brief, view, as she'd removed her jacket; his gaze flicked down to take in her cleavage, before it returned to her face, and he emitted an agreeable chuckle. "Yeah, it took me a while, but I got there in the end. I can tell you, it's much better to have money, than not to have it, no matter what anyone says. Although I occasionally feel that I have more than I know what to spend it on."

Jake allowed no hint of what he was thinking to show in his demeanour, and flicked on the turn indicator. "Fifth and Broadway it is." His eyes shifted to the road, and when they moved back to her after having made the turn, his lips were pursed. Her response had filled him with optimism. Short of cash, and a schedule which made it difficult to hold down a job.

With his gaze locked on the young woman in the passenger seat, Jake decided not to waste any more time; it wasn't far to her requested destination. "Or, my Penthouse is only a few blocks further south, we could go there instead. How would you like to spend the night with me, and earn enough to get you to Coachella? A few times over."

As he spoke, his fingers reached into the pocket of his silk shirt, and withdrew a business card; embossed with his employers logo, the name, Jake Stringer, and a cell-phone number. He allowed it to drop to her lap. and shot her a smile. "That's me, and my licence is in the glove compartment, if you want to confirm. Call your friends, and let them know who you're with. I'm no freak, just a man looking for a good time." Jake had nothing to hide. "Fifty thousand dollars."

He'd sprung it all on her with little warning, and although wary of a negative reaction to his boldness, possibly a slap in the face, Jake hoped those last three words would grab most of her attention. His countenance remained relaxed, and tone friendly, as he deliberately returned his focus to driving, and attempted to act as if what he'd just asked were no big deal. "Let me know by Fifth and Broadway if you're interested."

That the night would involve other men; men who, if things went to plan, would each be fucking her in ways she'd probably couldn't even imagine; wouldn't be revealed until he discovered if she was keen to nibble at the bait he'd dropped.
 
Her pleasant mood disintegrated immediately as he casually mentioned taking her back to his place. How could she be so stupid as to think there was a single genuinely nice guy in existence, or that she might be lucky enough to meet him. She never wanted to believe that all men was perverts in the end, but this guy was seriously testing her faith in mankind.

“Look, I am sorry if I misled you somehow, but I am not that kind of girl.” She started as he made his offer, dropping his card in her lap. “I am not a whore, or anything like that.” She hoped that would settle things, that he would be cool about it and not take things any further. He seemed reasonable enough, trying to make her feel comfortable with being with him. She was perfectly content to leave it at that until he mentioned the pay.

Fifty thousand? Or Fifteen thousand? Did it really matter, both numbers were equally absurd. It was more money than she expected to see at once for some time. This was completely unbelievable. Why would he offer her so much? Surely even high class call girls came cheaper than that. She was pretty sure, in an unremarkable way. True, she never had trouble getting dates, but she wasn't the kind of beautiful one could make a living on. Was he teasing her? Making fun of her? She had to be sure.

“Fifty thousand?” she repeated back at him, carefully enunciating each syllable, to eliminate any doubt. The confident look on his face gave her his answer, and her heart raced faster. Was she actually considered selling her body to this guy? This guys she hardly knew? Was really any different if she did it for free after dinner and drinks? It was too much money to reject his offer outright. With fifty grand she could be set for quite awhile. She could get a car, go to spring break, take a summer internship. Suddenly this was a decision that would literally affect the rest of her life.

Could she live with herself though, if she went through with it? Knots formed in her stomach as she tried to imagine what he would expect from her. The only way to ease her apprehension would be to voice it to him.

“That's a lot of money. I should be honest, I don't know what you expect from me. I am not a virgin nor very experienced. I have slept with a couple guys, and while they had no complaints, I am sure they were just psyched to have a real girl touching their dicks.” she explained, her anxiety coming through with every word.
 
Jake was certain the offer would elicit a reaction, but how severe it would be, he had no idea. A scream, a slap in the face, a demand to stop so that she could walk the rest of the way? Maybe she'd even jump out whilst the vehicle was still moving? However, what he received was none of those, though the displeasure, or was it resignation, he perceived in her tone when she denied being a whore made it obvious what she thought of the question. That hadn't concerned the stock-broker at all; in fact, he would have been more disappointed if she'd immediately jumped at the opportunity. Ready-made sluts were a dime-a-dozen.

A nod of his head accompanied her repetition of the amount, before he deliberately pulled his gaze back to the road to allow her to contemplate the proposal without feeling pressured. The young woman was in a much better position to know the ways in which it could improve her situation than he.

Jake made another turn, getting closer to their destination, then placed his foot on the brake pedal, and brought the vehicle to a stop on the side of the road. The engine still ran as he turned his body to face her. The last comment had pleased him. Neither a virgin, nor a hussy, by the sounds of it. The guys would appreciate a normal college-student, one they could fill with more cock in a few hours than she'd so far experienced in her entire life. Most importantly of all, the proposition hadn't been rejected outright.

"I know you're not a whore, and that's exactly why I'm asking" His eyebrow raised, then as he leaned forward to open the glove compartment, Jake's gaze slowly and deliberately slid down her body. He took in her cleavage, the red lace of the bra he could just glimpse, her abdomen and skirt, then the leggings she wore; making not attempt to hide the fact that he was already undressing her. "I prefer real women, not those who make a living spreading their legs for money. Particularly women who are, as I believe you just admitted, not terribly experienced?

There was a questioning expression on Jake's face as he lifted his gaze back up. In his hand, he held a bulging leather wallet, and opened it to withdraw two hundred dollars from a thick stack. With his piercing blue orbs locked on hers, he folded the money between his fingers, and decided that she might become freaked out if he convinced her to agree to accompany him to his apartment, only to be met by a group of strange men. Honesty; at least partly; would be the best policy. "My buddies and I are holding a poker game, and we're looking for a waitress to serve drinks, and provide a show." He briefly wondered if she'd catch on to what that last entailed, but didn't pause to expand.

"That's what I expect. Whatever else, if anything, that is allowed to occur would be completely up to you. I'm offering two thousand an hour, and you're free to leave anytime you wish, no questions asked." Although Jake had no intentions of forcing the girl, or have her cry rape, that wasn't quite true; there more ways to skin a cat than just the use of physical force. "The full amount if you remain until day-break, however, if you're not interested, I simply compensate you for any offence caused, and we go our separate ways at Fifth and Broadway."

Jake held out the two folded bills in his hand - a drop in the ocean compared to the bundle in the wallet which now lay in his lap -, and the friendly smile reappeared on his face. "Two hundred dollars, or Fifty thousand. Your choice."
 
“You want me because I am not for sale?” she asked, incredulous. It made sense, in some weird way, but it still felt dirty. She guessed that was the appeal, right? Take a good clean girl and turn her into a filthy slut? His eyes drank her in, and she felt so vulnerable,like she was already spread out naked before him. She watched him fish the money out of his wallet, his promise of fifty thousand certainly realistic, from what she could tell. Two crisp bills were folded in his hand, catching her attention, keeping hey eyes on the prize. Maybe he was trying to distract her from his comment about “buddies” and “show”, it almost worked.

“Wait, buddies? How many? What do you mean by show?” She asked, but he ignored her, incentivizing the deal even more for her. Two thousand an hour, and she could stop whenever she wanted. That sounded reasonable. He made it all sound so innocent, like she wasn't selling herself to get fucked in every hole by multiple men. Just waitress and put on a show, but that sounds too simple for two grand an hour.

If he was going to let her go whenever she felt like it, that wasn't so bad. She could stick around for a couple hours, make some serious money and bounce when things got too weird. She looked over at the dash board clock, as it read 8:41 PM, figuring if they got to his place by 9 pm she could be good for the rest of the semester by midnight. And if he was being sincere about not wanting anything too freaky, she could stay all night, go home tomorrow morning with a hefty sum. It was really too good an offer to pass up, even she did end up having to suck him off. Was it really that much worse than a soulless part-time job?

“I can leave whenever I want? No pressure?” she asked, biting her lip as she seriously considering giving him a yes. It would be a dangerous situation but she had already put herself in danger by getting in his car in the first place. If he really wanted to hurt her, he didn't need to make such elaborate offers, he just needed to drive to an isolated area . She pulled out her phone, and his card texting her roommate that she would be out with Jake Stinger. At least if his intentions were less than honorable, people would know where to look for her.

“Okay, I'll agree to stay for an hour. If that goes well, I will stay longer.” She negotiated, trying not to seem too eager. She could feel her body growing warm at the thought of actually going through with this crazy idea, almost excited by the idea of embracing her inner slut.
 
What was the point of having money to burn, if you couldn't use it to purchase things which were not usually available for sale? That was Jake's take on matters, and the concept of fucking a young woman such as the one who now sat next to him; not innocent, but one who definitely wasn't accustomed to spreading her legs for money, and appeared to have morals and ethics, was what aroused him. To witness her expressions and demeanour, and experience her hesitations and emotions, as she acquiesced to increasingly debauched acts. Pressured or otherwise, in the end, it would always be her choice. And if she came to enjoy it, so much the better. That would just go to prove Jake's belief that inside every woman lay a slut; you just had to encourage her out of hiding.

However, he did not explain that, and glossed over the other questions, to take the wallet from his glove compartment. Not that he didn't intend to answer, but because first he wanted to offer further encouragement. The sight of cold, hard cash always had more effect than the mere mention of it; it was the same reason he and his buddies never played their poker games with chips, but with the folding green laid out on the table before them with each bet. That made it more exciting, more real, and it was why he knew they'd have enough in their wallets to fulfil his promise if she stayed until morning.

It appeared to work, and Jake had already pulled back onto the road and made a turn; this time away from Fifth and Broadway, and in the direction of his Penthouse. The clock said 8:41pm, and the game was due to commence at 9pm. The stockbroker glanced at his passenger as she appeared to struggle with the decision, and had to contain a laugh when she finally accepted. For an hour? The woman really had no concept of what was in store.

"There'll be five of us, and yes, anytime you like." He'd watched her tap her phone, and assumed she'd texted someone of her whereabouts, or whom she was with, and that hadn't concerned him in the slightest. She'd agreed to his proposal, and that she could be made to agree whatever else they may ask, he had no doubt. If she noticed that he hadn't directly answered the question about pressure being brought to bear, Jake wasn't certain. "It's a deal, then."

His attention returned to the road and he remained silent for a few minutes to concentrate on the driving. The next time he spoke was not until he'd pulled the Porsche into driveway, parked in a vacant space next to a red Lamborghini, beside which stood a dark-haired man of around forty, 6"1, with a slim build, and attired in jeans and white buttoned-down shirt. "Ah, there's Mark, early as usual."

He waved to his friend, then locked his eyes on the young woman, and as he pressed the button to lower his window stated, matter of factly, "As for what I mean by show, you'll be dancing for us, which will, of course, entail removing your clothes," then immediately turned away to greet his friend.

Mark had bent at the knees, and said hello, but only absently. His gaze was locked on his passenger, and he had a brow raised in curiosity when he brought his eyes back to Jake. "Who's this?"

Jake grinned at his buddy's expression, "This is.....", then faltered as he realised he didn't know her name.

"Our entertainment for the evening. Isn't that right?" The stockbroker swiveled around to face her, with a smile on his face, then leaned across, placed on hand on her knee, and used the other to unlatch the passenger side door. "Why don't you hop out and introduce yourself. Don't go all shy on me now." Her first test.

As to what she'd thought about the idea of stripping naked in front of five complete strangers, he hadn't had the opportunity to ask.
 
“Five guys...” she said out loud, though mostly to herself. She hadn't even been with that many guys herself, at least not all the way. It was okay though, not like should would have to sleep with all of them, or even any of them. Jake's words had left her reassured that she would have control of the evening and the night's events.

Shallow as it might seem, she was already spending money she hadn't yet earned in her mind. It wasn't very wise, getting attached to the money when she didn't even know what she would have to do to get it. It would be harder to say no or stop if she truly knew what she was giving up. Maybe that was what she wanted, after all. A reason to say yes, let any and everything happen to her, if only this one time.

She didn't stay long on that train of thought, as he pulled up to his penthouse, and she tried to mentally prepare herself for tonight's events. He mentioned she would be taking her clothes off, which was such a no brainier she wondered why he even bothered explaining it. She knew if had to be more than that, but she was prevented from asking, as Jake greeted his friend. Another man's eyes drank her in, and she just smiled in a friendly way. She knew lustful looks were the least of her concerns this evening, she might as well get over and reservations. He may have been undressing her mentally, but if he was patient enough he would see it all soon enough.

Jake tried to introduce her, when it occurred her, as well as him, apparently, that she hadn't given her name. She doubted he really cared what her name was, aside from this small embarrassment. To him she was probably just pretty girl who isn't usually for sale. She shuddered as his hand landed on her knee. Even without skin to skin contact, it came off as intimate, already pushing her boundaries. Well, she had agreed to sell herself to him, hadn't she? He opened her door by reaching over to her, seemingly for no other reason than the excuse to touch her, to brush up against her breasts as his armed reach over for the handle. Why not, he had already paid for her.

Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the car. She put on her most playful smile, walking over with a switch in her hips to introduce herself. She held out a hand, not sure what the protocal was in this scenario. Shaking hands felt too business like, hugging too familiar, letting him kiss her hand too proper. She settled on an awkward wave, playing with her hair nervously as she tried to figure out what the hell she had really gotten herself into.

“I'm Marissa,” She introduced, giggling both to flirt and to calm herself down, “I am looking forward to partying with you guys tonight.” She explained, feeling like she may have come on too strongly, may be misleading him as to what exactly she intended to do. Or perhaps she was being truly honest to herself, entering the evening with no intentions of leaving before daybreak.
 
Jake was glad he'd revealed the number of men prior to arriving at his Penthouse, for the manner in which she repeated it to herself caused him to ponder how she would have reacted if they'd appeared with no warning. Though it would have been enjoyable to watch her expression, that could have put an end to his plans, and he wondered what was going through her mind as she'd agreed. Did she really think, despite his reassurances, that five men, alone and under the influence of alcohol, weren't going to expect more than a simple dance and a show.

Surely she couldn't be that naive, and truly believe there'd be no pressure or manipulation. Had some type of avoidance or self delusion kicked in; where the thought of what could be done with fifty thousand dollars had over-ridden her natural instincts? Did Jake really appear as trustworthy as he'd pretended to be? Or, did somewhere, deep-down, the possibilities that lay ahead excite her?

Jake didn't know, however he was certain he'd discover the answer as the evening wore on, and hoped it was the latter. As enjoyable as it would be to just fuck her, and watch his friends do the same, it would be even more-so to see this normal and attractive college girl; by her own admission, not a whore; transformed into a moaning, panting, writhing, dripping wreck, begging for more and more cock of her own volition. That she'd be required to get naked was so obvious it didn't need to be stated, but Jake had wanted no misunderstandings.

A hand found her knee, and his elbow brushed the curve of her breasts when he reached for the door, and his eyes raised to hers, waiting for a complaint, or for any negative reaction. Touches were something she'd soon need become accustomed to. When he detected none, and opened the door, Jake shifted back and exited from the drivers side.

Mark still had a confused look on his face, and the men exchanged glances. Jake's expression told him not to ask questions; he'd explain upstairs. His friend nodded his head in agreement, before his gaze shifted to Marissa to take a better look at the woman who'd stepped from the vehicle. Jake smiled her at the awkwardness he sensed in her greeting and demeanour; the unsureness precisely the reason he wanted someone such as her, rather than an experienced stripper or whore. Cute name too, though Jake was certain they'd think of some other, more appropriate, ones in the following hours.

His buddy drank her in with his gaze, slowly moving it down to take in her tits, her abdomen, hips, waist and legs, then stepped towards her, and focused on her face. "I'm Mark, and I definitely think we're going to have some fun. Can't wait to see more." As he began to say something further, Jake threw his car-keys to a valet who'd walked up to greet them, and interrupted the conversation.

"Why don't we continue this upstairs."

An arm casually draped over Marissa's shoulder, and he turned her towards the front entrance, and elevators which would take them to his split-level penthouse; the centrepiece of which was Jake's living area. It contained an exorbitantly expensive four seat white, modular leather sofa, two matching one seater's, a six foot long glass-topped coffee table, surround sound entertainment system, and a mahogany bar, stocked with every possible liquor imaginable, off to one side. It wasn't where the guys would normally hold their game, but Jake imagined it would be where they'd now be spending the majority of the night, and the first room Marissa would enter.

"You can pour us a drink, whilst we wait for the others to arrive. Possibly you could do with one yourself, to help with any nerves?" It didn't hurt to be friendly, and attempt to make her feel comfortable, and Jake gave her shoulder a squeeze as he lifted his free hand to motion to Mark who'd moved into the building to press the elevator call button, and began to manouevre her in that direction. "Then we can all get to know each other."
 
She giggled as Mark introduced himself, trying to break the sexual tension that was already growing in the air around them. His words sent a shiver down her spine, knowing that he would in deed get his wish, to see more of her, before the night was over. She looked into his eyes, trying to decipher the thoughts that lay beyond his lustful eyes, as if it were really a question.

She nodded as Jake suggested they head up stairs, sighing softly to herself as he placed an arm around her. It was so innocent, not sexual about it, but still it conjured images of his hands exploring her body, fingertips against bare skin until they experienced her body with every sense.

As they entered the elevator she was feeling almost claustrophobic. There was plenty of room for the three of them, but it was more atmosphere than the space. Alone with two men, both of whom were surely thinking filthy things, things they wanted to do to her, things they wanted to have her do. She could almost imagine herself, nude, sandwiched between the two of them as they felt every ich of her against them. It was terrifying and exhilarating, wondering how far she would truly go, and what she would let them do to her. She nearly jumped as Jake squeezed her, pulling her out of her own mind and back to reality.

“Of course. What will you have?” She asked in her most sultry tone, already feeling like she was on the clock. The question had opened her up to all sorts of sexual innuendo, but the two men kept it clean, asking for simple drinks she was capable of preparing. She definitely took Jake up on his offer to pour herself one as well, mixing rum with coke. She mixed it on the heavy side, knowing she would need to be atleast tipsy if she was going to actually be able to strip in front of five strangers. She didn't drink much, knowing that drunk girls at frat parties are the ones who usually end up getting fucked by bunch of guys. She considered getting drunk, just letting whatever happens happen, and worry about the consequences tomorrow when she was fifty grand richer. She decided against it, wanting to be able to opt out if things got too intense.

She made her way back to the men, placing their drinks into their hands, smiling a sultry smile as their hands touched. She kept up eye contact while taking a long drink, and finish it by licking her lips. Finally she worked up the courage to ask a question she wasn't sure either man would answer honestly.

“So, what's the plan tonight?”
 
Jake thought he detected a slight change in the young woman's demeanour. Still apparently nervous, but it seemed to have settled some, and he didn't sense any real fear of what lay ahead. Mark's smile grew in response to her own, his lips pursed, then he lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow towards Jake. One girl; five men. Was this what he thought it was? If so, then his buddy had made a brilliant choice, wherever he'd found her. Young, cute, and without the tired, world-weary appearance, or icy attitude, of an experienced whore; the girlish giggle told him she was anything but. This was going to be fun. Jake shot him a nod, then threw an arm around Marissa and followed his buddy to the apartment lobby.

Marissa didn't flinch at the contact, and Jake pulled her a little closer when they stepped into the car, enjoying the feel of her body next to his. Mark leaned against the wall, and the two men made small talk during the ascent, although the entire time all visual attention remained on Marissa, and the air was charged with sexual energy. Neither mentioned the reason for her presence. It wasn't required, and soon they'd be alone, and in private, where his physical touches would contain more intent. As Jake tightened his grip; he envisioned how she'd feel; the softness of her skin, the weight of her breasts in his hand, nipples against his tongue, taut ass under his palm, cock buried in her tight pussy; and how she'd look, and what noises she'd made, as each man took his turn with her, either singly or in unison, and imagined Mark was thinking the same. Both males were slightly aroused when the apartment door closed behind them.

"Scotch on Ice. For the two of us." Jake pointed out the bar, then headed to the Master bedroom, as Mark took the opportunity to check out Marissa's ass from his vantage point beside the sofa.

Tie slipped off, jacket removed, and top button of his shirt undone, Jake returned in time to greet the young woman she returned with the beverages, happy to see that she'd poured one for herself. Nothing like alcohol to lower the inhibitions. How deep those inhibitions ran, Jake was about to discover.

Mark held her gaze in silence as he took a sip of the Scotch, then lowered his eyes to the pink tongue which had flicked out to lick her lips. Jake had quickly explained things to him, when she'd been at the bar, and the man had been impressed. It hadn't taken him long to agree to part with his money,

"The plan?" Mark pulled his eyes back to hers, and smiled. "Apparently, you're going to display the gorgeous body which I'm sure is hidden under those clothes." Fingers reached out to brush the fabric he'd spoken of, and he stepped closer, so that their bodies almost touched. "Then you either leave. Or stay. Your choice." His hand glided up to her shoulder, then it left to gently cup her chin, and a thumb caressed her cheek. "However as I think you can imagine, if the decision is to stay, it will be become impossible for us men to do nothing but just watch."

"Do I have that right?" Mark's voice raised from the whisper in which the last words had been spoken as he dropped his arm, and turned to Jake.

The stock-broker, who'd been watching with interest, lowered the liquor glass from his lips, and nodded, his response not giving her too much time to concentrate on what his buddy had just said. The men worked in tandem. "That's correct. Two-thousand dollars for each hour, fifty-thousand if she remains until morning. That was our agreement."

Wasn't it, Marissa?"

He looked to her for acknowledgement, however it was a statement rather than a question, and a hand dipped into his suit pocket to remove an item he'd retrieved from the bedroom; one he'd purchased for which to have the whores entertain him, but never had the opportunity to use. With his eyes focused directly on hers, he revealed the small, purple, bullet vibrator, and tossed it on the sofa. The remote control remained hidden.

"The guys should arrive shortly. Why don't you remove your jacket and slip into that, and we'll compensate you for the first hour in advance." A brow cocked, accompanied with a smile, and next came his wallet. Two thousand dollars, in crisp one-hundred dollar bills soon landed next to the toy.

"Assuming, that is, you're still willing to stay and earn it?"
 
Marissa shivered as Mark touched her, watching his fingers move up her body. She looked up at him with pursed lips as he spoke to her about taking off her clothes, and the implications of much more happening. Her lip trembled wondering if it was too late to back out now., and her stomach tightened as she imagined herself getting stuffed by him. She took another long drink to calm herself, so she could stop dwelling on what the future may hold.

“Right,” she spoke up as Jake acknowledged her, holding her drink tightly against her. She was already down to one third left, and she wasn't sure she was yet tipsy enough to actually go through with this. She watched him reach into his pocket and pull something out. Slim and metallic purple, she almost thought it was a pen. She watched as it landed on the couch along with the wad of cash. She picked both up as he gave her instructions.

“A vibrator?” She asked with a nervous laugh. She examined the device while she waited for his answer, unable to discern it's function from looking at it. Her face heated up as she turned crimson, realizing what he wanted her to do with it. It wasn't terribly big, slightly smaller than her pinky, but she hadn't ever used a sex toy before. She wasn't sure she should share that information with them. She took her jacket off there, putting the money she was about to earn in the pocket before hanging it up. Gripping the slender toy in her had, she finished off her drink and headed towards the bathroom.

She unzipped her boots and rolled her tights over her hips, until they slipped down her long lean legs. She decided to keep her skirt on for now, paired with her heeled boots she looked pretty sexy. The skirt was really short, far too short to be worn without something underneath, at least in most situations. It didn't even cover her ass completely, and if she bent over, even slightly, anyone behind her would see everything. Considering her current predicament, she thought it was an improvement.

Now, for the vibrator. She put a foot put on the toilet and line the toy up with her slit. The red thong she was wearing was hardly in the way, and it was easy enough to pushed it aside to gain access to her pussy. She pushed it into herself gently. There was but a moment of resistance before it slide into her. She gasped as the vibrator was lodged within her depths. It didn't hurt, but she could feel it within her. She took a moment to primp in the mirror, paying with her hair until she achieved the sexy disheveled look and stepped out into the common area once more. She poured another drink, leaning up against the bar for a moment, letting the men get a good look at her before making her way to to them.

“Allow me to freshen up your drinks”
 
Jake watched Marissa's in silence, anticipating a negative reaction to Mark's touch, and comments, however, apart from an apparent brief hesitation, the young woman seemed to take it well. Time to increase the motivation, and to make their intent more clear; they'd only have her for one night, and a minute wasted was one they'd never get back.

"Yes, a vibrator." The stockbroker nodded down to it, and the cash which lay beside the toy. "Don't tell me you've never seen one before. Or used one?" He smiled as the cash was collected, then glanced at the amused expression on his friend's face. Both men were slightly tense; if she was going to react or state a desire to leave, it would most likely be now.

Their countenances relaxed when she slipped off her jacket and picked up the vibrator. Mark called out, "Just a warm-up for you honey," to her retreating back, then turned to Jake.

"Where the fuck did you find her?"

Jake's face lit up at the obvious approval in his friend's tone, and he shrugged. "Saved her from some pervert at the bus station, but I don't think even he was thinking about fucking her up the ass." Both laughed.

A few moments later, the men's eyes landed on the young woman as she walked out, and leaned against the bar. Mark whistled, and Jake slid his gaze down the tight young body; the lack of the tights, and shortness of skirt hinting at, but not quite displaying, what lay underneath, and the tousled hair giving her an alluring, and definitely less innocent, appearance.

"Don't you look just good enough to eat?" Jake lifted his eyes to her face, and palmed the remote in his pocket.

"Much more than eat." Mark's tone was conversational, but his expression held the hint of a challenge as he approached Marissa on her way back. "Have, you ever been with multiple guys Marissa, sucked a few cocks in one night? fantasised about bringing out your inner slut?" The man's eyes glinted with mischief as he lifted the liquor glass to his lips, emptied the remaining contents in, and watched her over the rim. However, before he could hear her response, Jake chimed in from the other side.

"How does the vibe feel. You do have it in, don't you Marissa?" The two, more experienced men, managed to contain their own growing arousal at the sight of the young woman directly in front of them, and the knowledge of what was to come. Each scanned her face to see the reaction as the toy, on it's lowest setting, was switched on inside her.

Then the doorbell rang.

Their heads shot around at the noise, and when Jake's attention returned to Marissa a moment later, a smile had crept onto his face. "I want you to answer that." The low buzzing noise became slightly more audible as he dialled the toy up another notch, and motioned to the front door with his head. "Introduce yourself, and find a bottle of tequila. Then you're going strip the rest of those clothes off, spread your legs, and make yourself cum."

As Jake issued the instructions, Mark's hand landed on her shoulder, then drifted down to squeeze her ass. "Unless you'd prefer my help?"

Max, Ian and Rick would never appear on the front cover of Esquire magazine, but as with Jake and Mark, each was a successful businessman in his late thirties or early forties, and was handsome enough in his own way. Enough for Jake to be confident that they wouldn't be met with looks of disgust from Marissa; just as he was sure his buddies would take being greeted by an attractive young stranger with a toy in her cunt, in their stride.

The doorbell rang a second time. "Don't keep them waiting, Marissa. You're on the clock."
 
She could feel herself blushing as the men throw compliments at her. She could hardly look Mark in the eye when he started asking in no uncertain terms if she had ever done this before. She swallowed hard, wondering if Mark expected something different than Jake did. Jake had assured her that her inexperience was what he desired.

“No, I have never done anything like this. I...I told Jake I wasn't terribly experienced. I have only been with a few guys, and we never did anything kinky or weird or anything. Jake said that what you guys wanted. A girl who wasn't a slut.” She stammered, nervous she wasn't going to live up to what these men wanted.

She started to speak again, as Jake asked her his question, but she could only gasp, as she felt the toy vibrating inside of her. It wasn't very powerful at first, but s shock nonetheless. She almost split the drink she was pouring for herself, clutching the glass until she acclimated to the sensation. Her breathing was heavier, and her expression wide eyed. Despite her inability to talk, it was quite evident how she felt about the vibrator.

The door bell rang before she could get some words out. She looked to Jake, as it was his house, but he told her to answer it, a pleased smirk forming on his face as he demanded it. She gasped as the toy became stronger, audible now despite how deeply it was lodged within her. Her lips trembled as gave in, ever so briefly, to the pleasure, before pulling herself back to reality. He continued with his demands for her, laying out explicitly what he wanted her to do. It sounded so lewd, as the words left his lips, she could merely nod, sighing softly as her body hum in pleasure.

She shrieked as Marked grabbed her ass, the cry coming off quite erotic as she was distracted by the toy between her legs. She stood still for a moment, trying to regain her composure, but the doorbell rang a second time, and Jake told her to get to work.

She made her way to the door, quickened by Jake's words about being on the clock. She was already so nervous, about pleasing these men, about whether she was really worth the obscene amount of money they were offering her, or if she would get screwed out of it somehow.

The men waiting at the door seemed only mildly surprised to the young co-ed, this being a surprise none of them would complain about. “I'm Marissa...and I am your entertainment for the...evening.” she said, spikes in the vibration distracting her as she tried to introduce herself. The men would see her heavier than normal breathing, her flushed face, her mouth open in that way a woman's is when she is receiving pleasure. They could draw their own conclusions from her behavior, but it would come off to most as quite lustful.

As she turned to lead them into the common area, the bottom of her ass peaked out from her skirt, the round behind wiggling exquisitely with each step. She went behind the bar to pick out a bottle of tequila as Jake had asked her to, but wasn't sure what he wanted her to do with it yet.
 
"You're exactly what we were looking for, Marissa. Not a slut or a whore, but someone more innocent." Jake paused to shoot her a knowing smile, "Though that could soon change", then glanced over her shoulder to Mark, who nodded. Both men were thinking the same. She'd be the very definition of a slut by the time they were through with her. "That's if you decide to stay, of course." No harm in reminding the woman she still had that option, even if they didn't intend to allow her to exercise it.

As the sound of the doorbell ringing dissipated, both turned back gauge her reaction to the switching on of the toy, and Jake's burgeoning erection stiffened as he appraised the shivers and widened eyes, and noted the shortness of breath. Good, he hoped she enjoyed it, because the man desired Marissa dripping, and anticipating the pleasure of an orgasm, before she was even naked.

Despite the direction to make herself cum, Jake wasn't certain if it'd get that far, or one of the men would take it upon himself to help. Mark had already offered, and Marissa's shriek, when his hand squeezed her ass, caused the men to laugh. "I think she likes it. I bet you can't wait to finger that tight cunt for us. Maybe we'll get you another toy to use, instead?" Mark spoke with a deliberate crudeness; something she'd need become accustomed to; as Jake increased the vibrations, smirked at the gasp it brought forth, then stepped away to motioned for Marissa to open the door.

"Our entertainment?" Max, the first of the three men to enter the apartment, raised an eyebrow, and allowed his gaze to move over the young woman's body, then pulled his attention to Jake and Mark. "Just her?"

Jake nodded as Ian and Rick pushed their way in behind them, and the door closed, leaving the woman alone with five strange men, each of whom was appreciating her body, and undressing her with their eyes.

"Cute, haven't seen you before." Ian spoke; just the very fact of her presence providing the impression that she must have been supplied by an Escort Service, as was the custom for these nights. Though usually there were more to share around.

"She's not from the agency, are you Marissa?" Mark interjected, and slipped the remote from his friend's hand, displayed it for the others to see, then, with a wink, increased the speed another notch. The new arrivals eyes widened as they realised what was in his hand, and where the other part must be, and it gave new meaning to her expression, and breathy demeanour. Each lowered their gaze to hopefully get a peek between her legs, and check out her butt as she turned. "Jake picked up her at the bus stop; invited her to party."

“Nice choice, great ass." Max spoke again as the five males gathered together in the middle of the room, and spoke in hushed whispers; the men rapidly overcoming their surprise that Mark hadn't been joking about where Marissa had been discovered, and agreeing to part with their money.

"Now, take a seat gentlemen, the entertainment is about to commence." Jake, the ever gracious host, indicated for them to sit, as the conversation came to a halt, and approached Marissa from behind.

As she grasped the bottle of tequila, his hands come down either side of her waist, and he pressed his erection into her ass, placed his lips next to her ear, and whispered, "How's that toy feel, is it making you squirm?," then raised his voice so that his buddies could hear. "Lime, and salt too. I think some body shots are in order prior to your show. Hope you don't mind if we take them off your tits?"

The comment brought forth cheers and hoots from the middle of the room as Jake pushed his cock more firmly against her butt, and heard the buzzing between her legs grow louder. Mark had decided to offer more encouragement, though the toy was still only on less than half speed. The stockbrokers fingers moved to the hem of her shirt, and tugged, "Remove it; the bra as well," then his hands slid higher to give her breasts a brief squeeze before he stepped away to rejoin his buddies.

"Over here Marissa"

'Come on honey, show us those tits.

"I want to suck them."

"Think she will?"

"Damn, where the fuck did you find her again? She's given me a damn hard on already."

All attention in the room was focused solely on Marissa.

"Come on, don't be shy."
 
Marissa blushed and giggled as the deal she had made with Jake was explained to the group. Her laugh was breathier than normal, as the steady sound of the vibrator played in the background of the conversation, increasing in intensity as Mark demonstrated for the men. Overall the toy within her was rather pleasant, calling forth her lust and breaking down her inhibitions.

The pressure of Jake's hardness against her ass elicited another sigh from her, taunting her with it's desires, the realization that she was making all these men hard, horny suddenly very exhilarating. They all wanted to fuck her, because she was hot, because she was desirable. She had something they all wanted, something they would pay big bucks for, even if only this one time. There was some power in that, and that power was intoxicating.

She pushed her ass up against Jake, moaning audibly as the vibrator was turn up again. She wasn't sure how much higher it would go, but it felt good where it was. She swayed her hips , teasing the men as her hands moved up and down her body, sliding over the mounds of her breast, down her flat stomach, flipping the skirt up just a bit, the slightest peak to get their blood running. She turned now, facing Jake, ran her hands over his chest and squatted low. She pushed her ass out towards her audience as she slowly stood back up. She pulled her top off, tossing it behind her. She smirked up at Jake, blowing him a kiss before turning around, letting the other four men see her in her bra.

She walked over towards the bar once more, bending over the top of it, letting the men see that ass, and the tiny thong that barely covered it. The scent of her arousal would fill the room now. It may occur to one or more of the men that the bar would be a nice place to take her, as good as she looked bent over it. She found the salt and lime quickly, but took her time retrieving it, figuring the guy enjoyed the view. She was spurred into action by a jolt of increased vibration, an excited cry leaving her lips as her ass shook from the power of it. Her panties were getting quite wet now.

Tequila, lime, salt and shot glass in hand, she sat on the lap of whoever was in the middle of the group. She wiggled her ass a bit, letting her get hard from the sensation, before settling into place. She took a swig of the tequila first, letting out a sultry squeal as she swallowed it down, a tiny bit dribbling down her chin. She put the shot glass in her cleavage, using the wires of her bra to hold it in place, and filled the glass with alcohol. She rubbed some salt on the top of her breast and held the lime in her mouth. With eyes alone, She invited the man, whose name she wasn't quite sure of, to take his shot. Giggling as he licked the salt off her. Louder now, with his face buried in her cleave to retrieve the shot. She pushed the lime into his mouth, their lips touching just barely. With one last push against his crotch she jumped up.

“Who's next?” She asked excitedly, taking another swig while she awaited the answer. She put the bottle down now, so she could reach her hands behind her back to undo the hooks of the bra, letting it fall so slowly to the floor. Perky pink breasts bounced eagerly for her audience.
 
Jake thought he could feel it. A lessening of Marissa's inhibitions as he ground his cock against her ass, and cupped her breasts in his palms. Was it the alcohol, the freedom to do what as she wished in the knowledge that she'd need never seen these complete strangers again, her own secret desires, the toy buzzing inside her? Or something else? Whatever, it didn't matter. Jake was more certain than ever, that by the end of the night this young woman was going to have allowed herself to be fucked in every hole by each man in the room.

And the others perceived it as well. As Jake lips curled up into a knowing smile at her actions; one which almost a smirk; and placed his hands over hers on his chest before he stepped back, they continued to encourage.

"Shake that ass, baby."

"Damn, you are one hot little bitch, get over here."

"You sure you haven't done this before, honey. You're a natural."

"What a fucking ass, can't wait to shove my cock up there."

Jake shot Ian a warning look with that last comment; one that told his buddy to not be quite as forward at this stage. He didn't want the girl terrified with thoughts about what they intended to come, before things had even barely started.

Max was the chosen one. As she approached, attired now only in bra, he helped her into his lap, and the men watched the glass being slid into her cleavage with growing arousal. Max's eyes met Marissa's before his head dipped, and his tongue ran across her skin, licking up the salt. Then he buried his face between her mounds, gripped the rim of the glass with his teeth, and tugged it free. The liquor ran down his throat before the glass feel to the floor, and his lips met hers to remove the lime. The audience cheered; all of their pants tented with erections as she stood. Five men hard for Marissa.

"Show us, honey." A palm slapped her butt, then squeezed as the bra was removed to reveal Marissa's breasts in all their perky glory, and, with the toy still vibrating in her pussy, an arm snaked up to cup a mound in one hand. Jake smiled.

"Nice tits, and I think I'm next, but why don't we forget the glass?" The stockbroker arched a brow, and reached for the bottle Marissa had placed down.

As fingers; they could have been anyone's; located a nipple and tweaked, Jake raised the container, tilted it, and watched the liquid dribble out, splash off her lips, then roll down Marissa's neck and chest. Immediately it did, he leaned in, placed a kiss on her mouth, then followed the trail of liquid down her body with lips and tongue.

The others stepped in closer to fully encircle the young woman. Fingers teased a nipple, erections pressed into her ass and sides, and digits curled into her hair to pull her head around for a kiss.

Ian's kiss was much deeper than Max's; the intensity of it urging her mouth to open for him, as Jake's ministrations moved lower, his kisses and licks gliding down her skin, and reaching her breasts. A droplet of liquor hung from her nipple, threatening to fall, as the stockbrocker circled her areola with the tip of his tongue, then rolled his lips over her bud, and began to flick it back and forth.

"That cunt dripping for us yet, baby, or you should we get you a bigger toy?

"How about my cock?"

"Mmm, god you're making me so fucking hard."

The men whispered, groaned, complimented and touched as the bottle was tipped again, and more liquor rolled down her body, and over her other breast. Soon followed by a second mouth.
 
Marissa bit her lip as the men became more comfortable groping at her body. She was surrounded now, no place to go if their attention became too intense for her to handle. There was no more coyness about her, as fingers found her breasts and ass she was moaning, sighing, breathing hard. Her cunt was drooling in anticipation for what they all seemed to want to do to her. She trembled in lust as the toy worked within her...

She wasn't even quite an hour in to the night.

The longer the night went on, the less likely it was becoming that she might say no to these men. Even the comment about fucking her up the ass only stilled her for a moment, her base desires overcoming any sense she might have left in her head.

A breathy sigh was Marissa's only reaction to Jake's suggestion, shivering as the liquor traveled down her lips, her neck, her tits. It wasn't cold, but the sensation was rather powerful, sensual, intense. Then Jake's lips were pressed against her, drawing out the tequila that had splashed open them, Her lust was too strong to let him go with just a taste, taking a longer, deeper, hungrier kiss from his lips. This was not a woman accustom to selling her sexuality. She wasn't faking or putting on a performance to entice these men. This was a woman driven by desire, longing for some physical touch to bring her to climax.

Whether Jake or any of the other men could sense her need was a question she couldn't answer. Whether they intended to allow her some relief from his lust, or intended for her to endure it, to stew in her longing for so long she was begging for their cocks, she didn't know, couldn't possibly know. This was uncharted territory for the lovely young woman. If she wanted a guy to kiss her, finger her, or fuck her, all she had to do was ask. Delayed satisfaction, and sexual tension were not words in her vocabulary.
A mouth made it's way down her body, while another tasted her lips. This one managed to match her passion, delving deeply with his tongue as she moaned into his lips. All the while her breasts where licked and sucked, teased expertly, feeling so painfully good. When Ian broke off the kiss she let out a loud groan, the room filling with the sound of her emerging horniness. “Yes...yess...” she sighed, running her fingers through Jake's hair. Another man joined his friend, and the sensation was becoming too much for the inexperienced woman to handle.

“Fuck... yes... I am so fucking wet...” she sighed, not even comprehending what she was revealing to them. Mark picked up on what she said immediately, and already pressing his hard on against her ass. He nibbled on her ear while his hand slid down ass.

“Is that so hun? Why don't we check that out?” He teased gruffly, moving his fingers between her panties and her skin. He hovered just below her sopping wet slit, feeling the soaked panties with the tips of his fingers. “These panties are soaked. I bet you can't wait to get a train ran up on you, huh slut?”

“Nn...no...” she sighed, her quivering body giving a very different answer. She squirmed as Mark grazed the lips of her blossoming womanhood, and squealed loudly as she turned the toy up two more notches. She had come here thinking she wouldn't go any further than blowjobs, but now she was even beginning to crave having her cunt stuffed full of cock.
 
The men closed in on her, Marissa barely visible amongst the throng of males, each with his hands on her body, erect cocks pressing into her flesh, and mouths on her liquor coated breasts. Jake moaned against her nipple, and closed his lips around it, flicking with the tip of his tongue, and out of the corner of his eyes, watched Max do the same with her other.

Both worked in unison as an anonymous hand reached down to cup a tit and squeeze it, allowing the stockbroker to take the soft mound into his mouth, coating her breast with his saliva as he sucked. Subliminally, he heard Mark's words, and Marissa's retort. The slut was already dripping, and he knew instinctively that they wouldn't be taking it as slowly as he'd initially intended. His own cock throbbed with arousal, and threatened to break the seams of his pants, it'd soon need to be thrust inside her; ass, pussy, or mouth, it didn't matter; and the gasps, groans and breathy whispers of the other men as they, pinched, slapped, fondled and groped Marissa contained the same urgency he felt.

Max's mouth briefly left her breast to allow a hand to slide down her body, over the front of her skirt, then underneath it. The man barely registered the sound of the toy being turned to it's fullest setting, or the motion of her head being twisted, and turned, allowing Ian's writhing tongue to slip from her mouth, and be replaced by Dan's; the two men taking it in turns to explore with ever-deepening, and more urgent kisses.

"You want us to fuck that tight cunt, don't you?" Mark groaned the words against her neck, as his hand teased the band of her panties, then slipped inside. "You're fucking soaked." He laughed, almost taunting her, "Slut", as his teeth grazed her ear, and the tips of his digits brushed against Marissa's wet folds, then slowly parted them. She dripped onto his finger as he pushed it past the buzzing toy, and buried it inside her.

"The horny bitch loves it." Mark smirked at Max, who glanced up, mouth still on her breasts, and nipple caught between his teeth. With one hand on Marissa's waist, his other moved between her legs. Marissa's panties were jerked down over her hips, then moments later, Max's middle finger joined Mark's, knuckle deep in Marissa's tight, hot slit. Slowly at first, but then with increasing speed, both digits began to thrust in and out.

Her head being twisted in different directions, searching tongues grabbing hers in hot, wet kisses, breasts being sucked and licked, panties hanging around her thighs, toy vibrating at full speed inside her, tight snatch being finger-fucked, and a thumb rubbing her clit, Marissa's arms were gripped, and hands pulled behind her. The movement, as her fingers were prised apart, then wrapped around two, thick, throbbing cocks which had which had been released from the restraints of their pants, caused Marissa's back to arch, her chest to push further into Jake and Max's eager wet mouths, and the duo of fingers to drive deeper into her soaked cunt.

"Jerk 'em honey."

"Gonna get on your knees for us baby, and let us coat that pretty face before we fill you up?"

"Don't worry, we got enough for both your mouth, and pussy. A hot bitch like you, we'll cum all fucking night."
 
Everything seemed to be happening so quickly, yet impossibly slow, as the men ramped up their sexual exploitation of her. Two men held her breast in their mouths, their actions not quite coordinated, one biting on her while the other sucked, one licking when the other bit. It was distracting, confusing, and erotic as hell. Sometimes both men would bit, but one would be harder than the other. She cried and moaned and sighed, but such sounds were drowned out by the men taunting and teasing, swallowed by the men who kissed her deeply.

She stopped kissing one man to catch her breath, already another slid his tongue between her lips, eager to taste her need just as his friend did. Yet another man kissed and bit at her neck, letting her know who each man here was going to fuck and cum inside of her. Would she even be able to handle this many men fucking her? It seemed that it was no longer a question of willingness, but of ability. Was she capable of satisfying five men in a single evening? Would she have it in her to make them cum more than once, as they so craved

Her lust knew no relief, as her thongs was pulled into her crotch, rubbing between the slippery lips and engorged clit, causing her to wiggle her hips with it. Mark must have taken it for an invitation, as he slid a single thick digit into her drooling hole. Advertising her horniness to the group, another finger joined in, the two fingers fighting for space in her cunt. Once more they moved independently of one another, their discordant penetration driving her to new heights of bliss.

Her idle hands were given jobs to preform, as thick throbbing cock filled them and demanded her attention. She couldn't tell who they belonged to, but it didn't really matter now, did it? Each man here was determined to get his fill of her body, no matter what. Sure, they didn't seem to want to rape her, if only because such activities were more fun with a willing, wet partner. Whatever the case, she was too lustful to say no right now.

So she struggled to jack off the dicks between her fingers, while she was fingered by two other men, with possibly different men sucking her tits, kissing her mouth and neck. All the attention was quite dizzying, excitement enhanced by not knowing exactly where it was coming from. She was getting lightheaded, off balance, her moans filled the room. Her cunt was tightening now, squeezing the fingers that filled her now. She in turned squeezed the cocks in her hand, unable to concentrate on the stroking she was supposed to be doing while her body trembled in pleasure. The concerted efforts of five men had brought the pretty girl to her climax, and now, on top of being paid to service these men, she owed them each at least one orgasm.

Taking a cue from one of the men, she dropped to her knees. Soon she was faced with five hard cocks, all waiting to feel her lips wrapped around them, the soft moist tongue running along their length, and the silken insides of her cheeks. Two were still in hand, but three pulsed with desire for her. She took the one directly before her in her mouth, sucking it slow and long, building up for what she anticipated to be a hell of a long time on her knees.
 
"Going to cum for us, whore?" Mark's teeth scraped her neck and ear, nipping and kissing as he and Max's digits worked Marissa's clenching cunt and toyed with her clit. The words were crude, as were those of the other men who taunted, but designed to stimulate rather than degrade. Marissa would leave that morning, never to be seen again, but hopefully with the memory of how aroused she'd become at allowing herself to be used by a group of complete strangers burned into her psyche. That was part of the fun.

It was difficult to tell who was who. One finger slipped from her drooling pussy to be replaced by another, and tongues intermittently entwined with hers. Hands, lips and teeth pinched and tweaked nipples, and her breasts shimmered from the men's wet kisses, sucks and licks; Marissa's moans and pants only serving to urge them on. Rick gasped hotly against her neck when one small hand wrapped around his dick, the other did the same with his friend's, and Max teased when her muscles spasmed, and she came on his thrusting finger.

"Horny slut." He laughed as he withdrew his digit, and held it up, glistening with Marissa's juices, for his friends to see; all the while as she jerked the two men. Or at least attempted to. Their hips pumped against her touch, needing more, however the urgency with which she was being fondled made it hard for any grip to be maintained. That soon became of little consequence, as moments later the previously shy and hesitant co-ed was on her knees; at eye-level with five erect, twitching cocks, of varying length and width, begging for her attentions.

"Show us what you can do, baby."

"Come on, you cum-craving whore."

"Is that what you are?"

Mark was the lucky first, and as Marissa's lips closed around his tip, a palm slapped against Marissa's butt, and her skirt was hiked up to fully expose her swollen pussy lips and soaked slit.

"Damn, can't wait to fuck that tight hole"

Mark groaned at the feel of Marissa's velvety tongue running up his shaft as her warm mouth engulfed him, and planted his hands on the back of her head to pull her forward and take more. The action forced her body to tilt and, as it did, Dan drove two fingers into her dripping cunt from behind.

"Taste good?" Mark's cock slipped from Marissa's mouth and the savila-moistened head tapped against her tongue. The smirk on his face soon turned into a frown as Jake took the opportunity to curl his fingers in the co-ed's hair, pull her around to face him, and slide his own throbbing meat between her lips.

"I thought you said she wasn't a slut. Bitch probably would've done it for nothing."

More laughter as Marissa's tits were squeezed, nipples pinched, and Jake moaned in pleasure. With his eyes locked on the kneeling woman, he bit his lip, tightened his grip in her hair, and began to pump his shaft in and out of her hot mouth. "More baby, take it all."

As with Mark, Jakes pants and groans quickly became sounds of frustration when she was jerked away, leaving threads of spittle to hang from her lips, to pleasure the third in line. Then the fourth. Each vied with the man beside them in an effort to be the one to have Marissa's digits wrapped around their shafts, imploring her to jack them off, as she bobbed up and down on anothers cock, before they became too impatient and forced her head around to take their next turn.

All, that was, except Dan, who inserted another digit, making it three, and fingered Marissa's with enough force and speed to cause the vibrator to spill from her cunt, and her entire body to rock.

"Want us to coat that pretty face before we fuck you?"

Ian's voice was hoarse, and an eyebrow raised, but Marissa wasn't allowed time to answer before his pulsing length sank back into her sweet mouth. As it did, an anonymous hand dropped to collect the buzzing toy which had fallen to the floor, ran it down between Marissa's butt cheeks, and stopped at the entrance of her pink, puckered, and yet untouched, hole.
 
Marissa was not an experienced cocksucker. In the next few hours she would taste more dick than she had yet in her life. So, while she worked on that first cock, she was somewhat timid with her technique. She took little more than the head of Mark's cock on her own, slowly working her way down the shaft. Mark wasn't quite so patient, as he pushed her head further along his cock, testing the limits of the so far willing slut.

She groaned as her mouth was stuffed with more cock that she would have taken on her own, She was getting a crash course on cock sucking tonight, and these five weren't about to let her up until she got it right. As taking Mark's length was becoming a struggle, she was given a brief reprise. Fingers tangled in her hair pulled towards another man, and another cock, demanding use of her mouth once more. She looked up into Jake's eyes, as he fucked her mouth. He got a few good strokes in before she was passed off to the next man.

The men were more than happy to set the pace and do the work, using her mouth like some kind of glory hole, four men taking their turn to shove their cocks in. Each time a dick was thrust between her lips, she got better and better at handling it's length and girth. Saliva dripped from her lips and down her chin, as her mouth was fucked like the slut they all wanted her to be.

All the while, her pussy was fingered, still drenched in arousal. All she could do was wiggle and squirm as fingers probed her depths, pushing past her tight folds, preparing her to be fucked by the cocks currently penetrating her mouth. Three fingers stroked in, finding only a small amount of resistance, easy enough to force past. She whined and whimpered as her cunt was spread along three digits, but the cocks in her mouth muffled any complaint.

The toy may have fallen out of her slit, but the men were by now means done playing with it. She could feeling it's powerful oscillations as it was moved against her backside. She pulled off a cock now, her body growing stiff as the toy was pressed against the tight ring of muscles. “Wait-” she protested, followed by a low groan as the toy popped into her tight hole. It had been so well lubed by her own wetness, that, combined with it's slim size, it fit rather easily in her ass. Still she was fingered and groped, as the toy continued to buzz along in it's new hole. The vibrations were far more intense here, she felt as though she could feel every slight change in potency.

“Break's over,” Mark announced, pulling her head back over to his cock. He fucked her deeper and deeper, not too fast, but certainly pushing the girl into deep-throating his member.
 
As each of them took a turn with her mouth, the men's arousal increased, their touches became slightly rougher and more insistent, and the moans and pants that slipped from their mouths were filled with increased urgency.

"You like it up the ass?" Dan whispered from behind her, fingers making sloppy wet sounds as they continued to slam in and out of her dripping cunt, and he watched the toy, lubricated from her pussy, spread her virgin asshole open, and, buzzing at full speed, disappear inside it.

At the first sign of hesitation or reluctance, Mark took the initiative. The second he called 'Break's Over' to distract her attention, both hands gripped the back of Marissa's head; spit bubbling from her lips, and further soaking his already saliva coated shaft; and thrust himself back into her mouth. His hips moved with more speed than previously as he made her take more, and his eyes fluttered open and closed with the sensation. However, it was only a few seconds before he popped from her lips with a wet smack that left a trail of pre to hang from her tongue, and she was urged to take another man.

"My turn."

"Mmm, fuck, you are one hot mess. And we only just started."

"Ever taken a load on your face, honey?"

"Or five?"

Dan, too busy with fingering her cunt to have yet felt the pleasure of her mouth, laughed at the comments, and decided to make up for lost time. As he pulled her towards his erection, his hips thrust, and every throbbing inch of his meat was sunk into co-ed's hot mouth. "Suck it baby." The man grunted as his hands pulled her down until her nose met her pubic hair; the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each pump.

As Dan fucked her mouth, not too roughly, Jake bent and lightly spanked her ass; causing the vibrator to shift inside her tight hole; then again, before the third strike of his palm hit the wet folds of her cunt. "Do you feel like a slut, Marissa?"

"Are you a slut?"

"A cum-craving whore?"

The last question was issued as her body was once against twisted, allowing her to come up for air, and face tilted to look up at Ian. The smile on his face, which accompanied the teasing words, was half-obscured by the hand jerking his cock right in front of her. An eyebrow raised, then he gasped as his legs spasmed, and a thick stream of hot, gooey cum exploded from his tip, as if shot from a firehose, and splattered the young woman's face. Gobs of the sticky, viscous fluid hit her cheeks and slid down her skin to meet that which had sprayed on her chin and into her mouth; threads breaking and rolling down her chest as Ian loosed all of his load.

Behind her, Dan slipped off the tie he'd been wearing, and draped it loosely around Marissa's neck. Taking the hint, Jake gripped the other end, causing the knot to tighten slightly as he tugged the co-ed's head up to give everyone a good look at her cum-coated features. "You wanna take your money and leave yet, Marissa?" Three men stroked themselves beside her as the stockbroker met her eyes with his, and smiled. "Or you going to stay and beg for more?"
 
Mark fucked her mouth,momentarily forgetting that she wasn't the experienced whore they were used to having on these nights. Or perhaps he didn't care, figuring they were paying her more than enough to do whatever they wanted to her. Whatever his thoughts might have been, if they extended further than the feel of her lips and tongue wrapped around his cock, she didn't know.

There wasn't much thinking going on in her mind, just concentrating on breathing while Mark's long member slid between her tonsils,fitting it's length within her mouth. It was becoming too much to take, and just as she was beginning to physically protest his cock intruding on her throat, he released her, her wet, gasping breathes exciting laughter and teasing from the men.

Dan, whose fingers had been playing with her until this point, wanted to make up for lost time. He followed Mark's lead, pushing his cock down her throat. He picked up where Mark had left up, fucking her mouth with his entire length from the first stroke. She was learning now, how to handle getting her mouth stuffed with that much cock,

From behind, a hand smacked her ass, causing a muffled yelp from her lips. Her lovely round ass was turned inot a light scarlet, with each impact. It seems the spank had no interst in turning her ass red, as he moved down to her pussy, the sharp sting against her clit jolting her entire body. Dan gave her a moment to come up for air now

“I am...such a slut,” She whimpered, as the group of men degraded her, stroking themselves from above her. One dick began to twitch, before spraying her with his hot load. She winced as it hit her cheeks, her hair, her mouth and her breasts. It felt so incredibly dirty t do this, covered in cum, kneeling half nude before these guys. She still felt pretty good, buzzed and sopping wet, even the vibrator in her ass was feeling good now. The cum shot wasn't the worst thing she had ever done, and she tried to remind herself what she was working for.

Now with a tie around her neck like some kind of improvised collar, Jake offered her an out. She glanced around for a clock. 11:34 PM. Geez, it had only been a couple hours. She could last longer than this, couldn't she? She had already sucked five dicks, she was even getting pretty good at taking a long shaft down the throat. And she wouldn't admit it to them yet, but she wouldn't mind getting fucked by this point. She doubted any of them could wait much longer either, as their cocks throbbed in lust.

“I can take whatever you wanna give me, sugar.” She replied with a smirk, licking some errant cum off her lips.
 
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