My First Day as a Hooker or a Busted Date Part 3

"So what did you have in mind?" I said in my best sultry voice while turning part way around. My back was arched slightly to make my ass stick out just right. It must have made the two young men a little nervous. One, for being so forward and assuming in my nature and what would you expect. My body was well worked over finishing less than a hour ago by four delicious cocks and the opportunity to make a couple more quite happy was, well, when on a roll, to be taken advantage of. And two, that's simple. I loved being the instrument to give someone else pleasure and here I was answering that call.

"Well?" I quipped raising an eyebrow. "I'll answer for you." "It's an hour from closing time and you guys have been striking out since it opened. You're fed up and just left. Am I right?"

"Um. No, no. That's not it. Nobody was there who met our standards and we just decided to leave" he said with an unsure voice like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar.

"And you my lady," said the other young man with an air of confidence, "meet our standards. Just the type of lady we are looking for."

"Lady" was emphasized to make sure he knew I knew what I most likely had underneath my skirt. Or, was that to point out that the word "lady" had a different meaning entirely. Either way, they were right and I wanted to be their Lady for sure no matter what that meant.

After the bantering of power control and who gets what and who goes where, we were walking back to the club they just left. A note about the bantering. I love it. The words used to entice, the compliments, and the leering looks which left nothing to guess what they wanted, made me feel so wanted and that, in turn wants me to give myself to them.

While taking the short walk back to the club, I found out their names were Zack and Rodger. Rodger was the more confident one either by too much to drink or something else. I wasn't sure. The way he held my side as we walked didn't seem to be influence by an extra whiskey. I wonder what it was? Zack was really a quiet one who seemed to be lost in thought more than focusing on me.

"Hey man. We're back to close the bar down. My lady here doesn't have to pay for the last hour, does she?" Rodger said to the bouncer with a slick grin and a nod.

With a tilt of his head and a stare of surety he returned, "Nah. Go on in. Don't make me have to come in there and kick you out for being stupid again. I still remember what happened a few months ago. Do that again and you won't ever return. Got it?"

A few silent nods by all parties around and we were back into the dimly lit bar with it's half filled dance floor, cacophony of music, loud talking, and a barely registered question by my new friends, Rodger and Zack.

"I said, Do you want to have a seat and get a drink?" surprisingly from quiet Zack.

I nodded and Zack took my hand and led me away from the dance floor to a quieter area away from the dance floor. Rodger wanted shots all around and came back with 2 Kamikaze's and a Gimlet for me. It got me thinking before we downed our shots. I still have the musky aftertaste of, um, whatever their names were, and their musky cum around my recently coated throat and this will wash that away. Ah well. "Cheers!" we all said in unison. Maybe that will be remedied sometime soon.

"Ok boys. I have to ask. What did you two do last month to leave such a lasting impression on the bouncer." I said with a grin.

Zack began, "Well. We had this fantasy thing we wanted to do. And well, It didn't quite go the way we wanted it to go. She chickened out and I insisted a little too much, aling with Rodger. It just didn't work out."

"Ok." I questioned. "That didn't really tell me too much. Give me the details. I like to help people with their fantasies ya know."

His mouth started to open, he hesitated, and that's when Rodger chimed in and said "We were trying to see how far we can go in a public place and a compromise was taking a quick trip into the men’s room. You know. For a quickie. Zack and I Together."

"Really?" I said incredulously. "And you say you found a willing accomplice who took you up on this offer of a quick tryst in the men's room? By the looks of this place, I doesn't seem like anyone of the male persuasion would have objected. Is there anything else you aren't telling me?"

"No. Really. That's it. Zack was leading the way and when we were about to go into the bathroom she just hesitated for a sec and Zack kept going pulling her off balance and hitting the floor. It looked bad. I admit it. It looked like we were forcing her, bad. Just miscommunication. Really." and saying that with his best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Even in the dim light, he was doing a pretty good job and turning to Zack, he was doing the same thing.

We talked about some nothings for a few moments to change the subject of which they were a little uncomfortable about. That began to change too as time went on. I can tell they were working up to the point of asking me for a favor. The comments were going to some of the same when we first met. The compliments of my looks and that I had nice lips for kissing things as well as both of them began to rub my legs at the same time. How I manage to keep myself soft was a practiced skill that was being put to the test. My tummy though was a different matter. The butterflies were in full flight mode anticipating the time for them to be let free.

Quiet Zack surprised me again by out and out suggesting that I help them out with their fantasy of taking a walk to the men’s room for a quickie. It wasn't so blunt as that but context of what he was asking was to the point. They had me so horny, I would have taken them right there on or underneath the table.

So there I was, being deliberately led by Zack around the outside along the walls towards the men’s room when he abruptly stopped and turned. Rodger was pressing his hips into the ample crack of my ass and Zack grabbed my elbows to move my hands behind my back.

"By our conversation over there you may have guessed that we have a slight kinky bent, right?" said Zack.

Rodger finished and said, "By the way you look, we think you have one too"

I looked at Zack, to the bathroom hallway, and back at Zack with a shrug. Really. All I was thinking of is 'why is this taking so long to get to the bathroom. I have a few cocks to drain.' feeling Rodgers cock on my ass and the quick ratcheting of a pair of handcuffs on my wrist.

"What the....." was all I could get out before a finger was pressed on my lips. I was given the choice to continue without causing a fuss or since they didn’t want to get in trouble, to go our separate ways right there.

This is what their last attempt must have looked like. But this time, I think they knew that they had someone who would play along. They were right. All it took was a quick nod by me toward the hallway and we were off.

Zack rushed ahead and poked his head out from the men's door waving us in.

I enjoyed the walk too. My hands were rubbing the growing bulge of Rodger behind me anticipating what I may find behind the denim.

I was quickly led to the handicap stall in the far corner past a few men at the urinals. The heady aroma of Maleness wasn't missed. It was like a big sign that said, "NO WOMEN ALLOWED!" The outsider was me with my perfume and heels clicking on the tile floor. I was completely subdued by it all. I was in a room full of sharks and I was the meat not wanting to make a fuss and be noticed. Too late.

Rodger spun me around to face me and he said "So baby. You want to see what you were pawing in my pants. Here it is. I'll show you."

He backed up so I can him unzipping his pants and pulling them down at the same time as his underwear. I love this moment. It's his most fragile time where the slightest movement will either boost his confidence or shatter his ego. Once he stood up, his cock was a pleasant surprise sticking out from his waist. Looked like 6 inches with a downward droop. I gave an accepting smile from his cock to his own smiling eyes.

I turned to Zack beside me and said, "It looks like he's happy to see me. And what do you have down there?" Smiling and licking my lips while rubbing his lumpy crotch at the same time.

He said "I don't think you have seen how much Rodger is really happy to see you."

Looking back at Rodger and then down to his cock again, I think I know at least one thing that gives him his confidence. The head of his wonderful shaft has blossomed into helmet that would make a German proud while everything behind it has grown to a hefty 2 inches wide and 8 inches long.

All I could mutter was "What the fuck?" as Zack pushed me down to be face to face with such a beautiful specimen of man meat. I barely heard the phrase "Open up" before his cock was pushing past my lips into my anticipating mouth. My mouth was stretched and it would have been uncomfortable if it wasn't for the fact that my mouth was well practiced earlier in the evening. He just held it there with his firm head resting on my tongue, waiting. It was my move. I leaned forward to het just a few more inches into my mouth before sucking and slowly pulling back aggressively rubbing my tongue under it. That's how I got my first moan out of Rodger. Yesss!

I repeated this action a few more times before his first spurt of precum washed over me. Another one of my loves. Knowing it was me who made him hard and going far enough to taste him.

Rodger gently pushed me away and reached down to pull something out of his wallet. He held it up to me before my eyes and he sternly said, "Magnum" in a voice I have heard before but not from him. It was the voice of the Dominant. A voice that said with conviction and confidently "You are mine and I am going to do with you what I want which includes Fucking you!"

I was turned around and began to straddle Rodger sitting on the john. He held my skirt up and pulled my panties aside with one hand and guided his waiting cock to the entrance of myself that, once penetrated, instantly turns me into a complete submissive. What I was before is gone and at that moment, I have gratefully become an object of sex for the one who is inside of me.

I can feel him pushing against my entrance now. He was gentle by letting me set the pace and once his pronounced rim popped inside, it was my turn to let out a guttural moan of a person who has become what I need to be. To feel him stretch me and remove all aspects of who I was and to reinforce what I have become was all I cared to be at that moment. Eventually, seeming like an eternity, I was able to rest my legs and sit fully on my Masters lap impaled and unable to move because my legs were shaking and weak from the long descent.

Zack wasn't waiting too long for me though. I looked up through my sex induced haze to another stiff cock staring back at me. What could I do other than to open my mouth and accept him and let him penetrate me with all of the gusto he could muster? He thrust to the back of my throat causing me to gag and pull away.

"Okay you whore. What are you gagging about? Can't you handle my cock?" said "quiet" Zack. "C'mon. You can do it." before stabbing me with his cock again but this time slowed down so I get him past my throat.

He wasn't that long and thankfully on the skinny side so being prepared allowed him to get his balls all the way to my chin.

"Ok my Kinky Lady. One more thing. I want you to dream you are in the Ritz Carlton while sitting on my lap. Here's something to help." said Rodger as he placed a blindfold over my eyes. Those butterflies were going into overtime and how was I to complain? There was a cock in my throat!

Rodger really enjoyed himself not by going in and out. He stopped that when I tried to bounce on him. The cuffs made it difficult to push up on anything and get my balance. I think Rodger planned that. He preferred to have me rock back and forth moving my bowels around and giving his meat a home to rest in and be happy.

Zack was enjoying his attention too. He was the opposite and liked the action of face fucking me with his hands on the side of my head. The taste of cock and the precum has definitely returned overwhelming the Gimlet from earlier. Cock. They ought to make a soda out of it. Somebody made pork soda so they should be able to make cock flavored soda, right?

What the fuck am i thinking? I was snapped back to the moment by hearing Zack say, "Are you ready baby? You cum whore! Oh fuck! You're such a fucking whore! You're making me cum!" Numerous grunts of satisfaction followed.

I anticipated a solid thrust into my throat and wasn't disappointed! The breath was at the right time to hold him there and feel him shoot himself into my throat. The hotness of his juice was felt all the way down to my stomach and with every pulse was stretching my throat sealing it so not a drop was lost. The pulsing is something I enjoy. It's not just the flavor of cum all the time that makes sucking cock so great, it's the physical sensations too!

Something entirely unexpected happened while Zack was cumming and it took a moment to realize it. There was a cheering section at the same time. I didn't hear too much past the blood rushing through my ears but there were sounds to let me know we were not alone. Fine. Looking through the crack of the stall and hearing the noises of our threesome was apparently plenty for the guys in the other part of the bathroom.

"You were a good little whore, Leslie. Did you like that? You like sucking cock?" said Zack with an air of Dominance about him.

All I could do was to give a loud hum of "uh huh" and a nod with his slowly softening cock in my mouth. He pulled out with a pop and my mouth was still open waiting for him to stick it back in to massage him down. What came next was a dry and fully erect cock in it's place! Those bastards! They must have had the bathroom stall door open the whole time!

A hand was quickly placed on the back of my head and my protests went unheeded. The new cock proceeded to fuck my mouth with the same vigor as Zack. A hard slap on my ass by Rodger quickly stifled my protests by putting me in my place and reminding me what I was. I was an object for sex and I was owned by the Master's cock I was impaled on. My mindset returned to the cock in my mouth and I was drifting into the place where sex was all there was. I began to taste of the new saltiness in my mouth and before I could begin to map out the veins on this new cock I was pleasuring, he too jetted his seed into my waiting mouth. This time it was shallower and my tongue tasted the full effect of his cum. It was the commonly thick, hot, and musky taste that had the bitterness of too much alcohol.

As soon as that was done, I heard Zack say, "Good whore. Swallowed all the cum, did we?" and in hushed tones, "Dude. Pay up."

This new cock was quickly replaced by another, and another, and after the 5-6th one I decided it wasn't my place to keep count any more. A few cocks were too big to make it down my throat so I was able to savor their while others were jammed far enough to feel them pulse enjoy the warmth going down my gullet. One was even small enough to go all the way in and just get past my teeth.

With the poor lighting and the position of my predicament, I think all of the men thought they were getting head by a real Lady. That's fine by me to be thought of as a genetic woman. A real fantasy in my little world!

After all the commotion was over and the bathroom was quiet, I was still sitting on Rodgers cock. I'm not sure if he got a little softer during the time I was giving head but at this point, I couldn't tell. His manhood had me well impaled and quite difficult to dismount if I wanted to. He said, "Here you go Leslie. Give your pussy a workout and make me cum." The handcuff were removed and I was able to brace myself on the rails on the sides of the stall. I left my blindfold on to see myself in the Ritz like he said. I've been waiting for this. His cock sort of 'disappeared' by sitting in there like it was. Little movement and focusing on the cocks in front of me but it on the back burner. Not any more! My body became alive again knowing I was doing what I was meant to do. I began to piston on my manly intruder. Wait. Intruder? I want him or any cock in there so he wasn't an intruder. No matter. He was there and It was me who was being his conduit for pleasure.

"Stand up Leslie" Rodger said sternly.

I did feeling the loss of what was there before being bent over to be filled once again. This time, Rodger wasn't passive about it. He quickened the pace much faster than I could do on my own. I tried to match his thrusts but it was futile so I did my best to squeeze his cock with my hole. That didn't work to well either. It was in there for so long and as large as it was, I was all stretched out! I was going to have one huge gape after this is all over!

I began to have a feeling that I only was close to with the men earlier. My tummy began to have butterflies except in a deeper fashion. I was horny as a dog in heat and yet my girly part was still soft. What the fuck is happening? The sensation began to build and build spreading from my ass up into my stomach. I am going to cum for the first time today and what an ending for the day it is going to be! I could hear the men saying that i'm going to cum and this time they were right. Rodgers massive cock was hitting everything at the same time and his fucking finally put me over the edge. The tingling, butterflight, contractions, and the shaking must have set off Rodger too.

I felt him pull me full into him and hold me there and moments after, his cock seemed to expand ever so slightly more, pulsating, and repeating what humans have been doing throughout time, the practice of reproduction. His own quivers were transmitted to my ass cheeks and felt throughout my body. There were a few hard thrusts but mostly he just held it there to relish in his conquest.

He pulled out leaving a void in my being and I was still bent over holding on the stall's rail. I stood up trying to clench myself closed and wasn't sure if anything was happening. Whoa. Such a feeling to have.

Rodger and Zack kissed me on the cheek and left me standing there in the stall by myself. After checking myself over in the mirror and realizing what just happened, a sly smile crossed my face and on wobbly legs moved me out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the silent bar. The lights were still low and 3-4 patrons were sitting in the corner. The last thing I heard before stepping out into the cool night was the bouncer saying, "Come back anytime Leslie. We'll save a place for you."

The walk back to the van was uneventful and when I went to get my keys, there was a massive wad of cash and a note saying "You have been a good whore tonight. Here is your cut and you can see how you earned it at RZ@#$%$.com We told the guys who took pictures or videos on their cell phones to submit them there. Call us and let's work together again. - Zack and Rod

Original Fantasy Story by Leslie Stone