Chapter 6: Getting More Personal

By now the clock on the wall said I’d been there for almost two hours. It didn’t take long for time to pass quickly when you were trying to have fun with all eight guys. I started to pick up my clothes, signaling the end of the show. Well, they weren’t ready for me to quit and to be perfectly honest, as hot and horny as I was now, neither was I. However, this was not a sex party where I would go and do it with whomever just for the fun of it. This was business, my livelihood now, and I needed to make every dime I could. Brian came up to me and put his arm around my are shoulder, managing to grab a feel of my boob in the process but I ignored it.

“So hey, what’s it take to get a more ... say ‘personal’ show?” he asked, the others listening intently to the “negotiations”. This was where things got a little tricky as I couldn’t come right out with a menu or anything. Whatever it was, it had to come from him or else I was setting myself up to be charged with prostitution - not exactly a resume builder should I ever want to return to teaching.

“Such as?” I asked, as if I wasn’t sure what he meant.

“You know ... something more personal.”

“Well, what do you guys want?” I replied, looking around at the group. They just sat there though, waiting to see what Brian cold work out with me.

“Well ... I guess...,” he stammered. He took a deep breath then and finally let it out of the bag. “I’d LOVE that BJ now if you don’t mind.”

I just rolled my eyes, as if I was amused more than anything.

“Is that so? Well, what’s in it for me?”

“Well, my dick for starters,” he replied, drawing a chorus of laughter from the group.

“And...?”

Brian looked around at the guys for support but they left him hanging so he made his appeal. “How about $50 bucks each? You guys all in for that? I’ll put in for Bobby too.”

They all nodded and why not? Fifty bucks for a decent BJ wasn’t bad, but I guess you could consider it a volume discount. Hmmmmmm, $400 didn’t sound bad for a quick round. I shrugged as if to say, ‘What the hell, why not?” and everyone applauded.

Of course, each guy wanted to be first, not the least of which was the guest of honor, but I decided to leave him for last. Of course, there was a few things to be settled first, actually four hundred things. The wallets came out and I saw a few of them negotiating loans from their neighbor. It was a little surprising to me that ALL of them agreed. I had expected there to be at least one or more hold-outs, typically the guilty husband who was feeling naughty enough to even come to such a party, let alone do something like this with the stripper.

Well, not this group. Either they were all just that type or Brian had chosen who to invite carefully. It didn’t matter, I was just glad it worked out without a scene. Brian handed me the cash which I put in my coat pocket, hopefully safe.

I decided to do Brian first. Why not get the worst over first and thus not have outthink about it coming up later? Kneeling in the center of the floor, I motioned for him to step up to me and as he undid his belt and jeans, I prepared myself for the worst. When it comes to sucking dick, I really don’t care all that much if the guys is short or tall, fat or skinny, white or black. All I DO care about it that he have a clean dick and can get an erection - not as simple as you might think for some guys, especially the ones who haven’t been circumcised. Judging from Brian’s appearance, God only knew when he last bathed!

As he dropped his jeans to his feet and stood there waiting for me, I reached out and grabbed his dick. He was already erect and had a decent sized cock, about 5-6 inches which I would consider average for most men. He had bushy black pubic hair and hairy balls, which didn’t really since I planned to just suck his dick. His dick felt warm in my hands, and despite my disgust for him, I found myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I just had to ignore who it was attached to and enjoy it!

With seven more to do, I wasn’t about to waste a lot of time so I went straight at it, taking his dick in my mouth and plunging my face into his crotch, feeling the base of his dick against my lips as I easily took his entire dick in my mouth in one quick movement.

“Holy shit, will you look at that bitch!” someone cried out as I wiggle my head around his dick.

He put his hands on each side my head and started to move me back and forth on his dick, using me like some obscene sex toy to stroke his dick in and out of my mouth. It wasn’t like it was one of my better blowjobs, not by any means, but Brian was so worked up he came almost immediately, surprising even himself I think as suddenly he started shooting cum into my mouth. Damn, that was like what, two minutes at most? It wasn’t lost among his so-called friends either.

“Shit Brian, talk about a one-minute wonder!”

“Damn, you sure got your money’s worth!” someone else taunted him.

Meanwhile, I was swallowing his cum and waiting for the next one as they got in line. Thankfully, Brian hadn’t been anywhere near as horrid as I had worried he would be. Sure, his crotch smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a week but that wasn’t so bad. Actually, he tasted better than I had figured considering how much beer he had drunk. It wasn’t something I would have wanted to spend all night with, but heck, I can take two minutes of most anything, especially when I get paid $50 for it. Hmmm, that was what, $1,500 an hour you might say?

It probably took me no more than 45 minutes to finish off the next six. It was like an assembly line and not exactly what I would have called the most erotic experience of my life. I LOVE sucking dicks but this wasn’t the way I enjoyed it the most. Sure, taking on so many at one time had its appeal but if I had my druthers, I’d be lying on a couch with my head in my boyfriend’s lap, sucking his dick as we watched a movie or TV show, taking my time and enjoying as much pre-cum a I could get before he finally released himself into my mouth. This was more for them than me, but it WAS still a bunch of dicks to suck so I can’t say I wasn’t enjoying myself.

Most of them came in my mouth but there are always those that seem to just have to spray themselves all over me. Inevitably, it’s the ones with the biggest loads, or at least that how it seemed this night. By the time I was ready for Bobby, I had cum on my boobs, in my hair, and of course my face. I tried to get as much of it off my face with my fingers, licking the cum from them as I did, but there were the inevitable leftovers.

Bobby was still in his chair but I noted somewhere along the line he had removed his jeans and underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down with his cock sticking out from his forest of pubic hair like thick tree. Using the back of my hand to make one last try at wiping the cum from my cheek, I licked it off my hand as I crawled to him on all fours.

“Does your fiance suck your dick?” I asked him.

He nodded so I pressed on, “I bet I can suck it better than she does.”

“Alright Bobby ... go for it!” Brian called out to encourage him.

Even though he was getting married the next day, apparently it didn’t bother Bobby to have a stranger suck his dick but then, he WAS a guy after all and based on my experience, not many guys could turn down such an offer, regardless of their marital status. Guys all seem to love a good blowjob - and based on the past hour or so, even not so good ones! I guess I was being overly critical of myself. They all had gotten off and nobody complained, that was for sure. It was just I have higher standards for myself when it comes to sucking dick.