Chapter 7

Saunders was quite serious, Vickie learned later, when he spoke of a party that night. She hadn't paid much attention at the time, but it turned out he wanted her to show up at his home around eight o'clock, dressed in her sexiest clothes. He added that she should be prepared to spend the night. She could always refuse to come, of course, but if she did, she'd lose her job.

Vickie didn't want to refuse. She wanted to go to Saunders' house. She wanted to know more about him. In some strange way he fascinated her. Perhaps because she knew now that underneath his cold exterior there was a raging sexual appetite. This made him very interesting in her eyes. Older men, she was learning, were not always what they seemed.

And so she soaked in a hot bath, douched all the cum from her cunt and gargled away all the clogged jism in her throat. It had been a busy day. She dressed herself in her sexiest clothes, as instructed, and took a cab to Saunders' suburban home at the arranged time. She took an overnight bag, prepared to spend the night with her horny boss.

What she wasn't prepared for was the scene in the living room when Saunders ushered her in from the hall. There were four men, besides Saunders, in the lounge area in front of an enormous fireplace. Donald and Frye she knew, of course, but the other two men were absolute strangers. She stared at Saunders, confused, wondering just what was expected of her.

He introduced the two strangers as Jason and Frank as he edged her slyly into the center of the group. They worked in library administration, he explained, and had wanted to meet her for months. She eyed them doubtfully, fairly sure she'd never seen the strangers before. They could easily have been guys that Saunders had picked up off the street.

"Don't look so confused," he went on, stroking her ass. "I said we were having a party tonight, and that's what we're going to have. It's going to be a fucking and sucking party, and you're the main attraction."

Vickie stared at him blindly. Did he really expect her to fuck and suck all five of them? At the same time? In the same evening? One after the other? She stood in the center of the group, and to her dismay they all sat down on the couches surrounding the blazing fireplace and eyed her hungrily. It was as if she were a prize cow on display.

"Don't be shy," Saunders continued. "We're all friends here. I believe you know Donald and Gary very well already, in fact. You can feel quite at home."

The two men in question leered at her lustfully but didn't say anything. She smiled weakly, feeling terribly self-conscious. There was a moment of silence, and she sensed herself being undressed by all five pairs of eyes. She suddenly wanted to get on with it, whatever it was they wanted her to do. If something didn't happen soon, she'd just grow more and more nervous.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispered, looking directly at Saunders.

"Strip for us, to start with," he answered. "I see you wore some of your sexiest stuff, as I recommended. Okay, now take off your clothes and let us see what you've got underneath."

Vickie was glad to be given something to do, even this. She reached for the buttons of her dress, and she slowly undid them. Taking a deep breath, she began to undress.

She really had taken a great deal of care with her appearance tonight and each of the men had his own little erotic fantasy going within minutes of her starting to strip. She had not worn her glasses. Her platinum hair shone brightly and she'd pinned a pretty red rose over her right ear. Her flawless complexion damn near glowed. Both eyelids were heavily daubbed with dark-blue eyeshadow, and her pouty lips glistened with a coating of bright red gloss.

The scarlet dress soon opened and fell away from her amazing body. She flopped it over the arm of a couch and stood quietly before the five horny men, her strip over before it had begun. For there was nothing more she could take off that would help display her any more lewdly. The remaining items of clothing did more to emphasize her sex parts than conceal them.

She wore a black silk harness that was supposed to be a bra. It was no more than two large diamond-shaped holes formed by crisscrossed strings of lace. Her huge tits bulged through the gaps tightly, like misshapen balloons. Because of the way her tits were distorted, her nipples shot up and out like small erect cocks. They pointed far enough up toward the ceiling for a couple of heavy coats to be hung on them.

She wore no panties at all. Her blonde beaver tufted out in a triangle of bushy hair. But around her waist she had a black suspender belt. Dark silk stockings ran all the way up her slender thighs and were attached to frilly straps. She looked like a very classy whore.

"Jesus Christ, look at that!" one of the men murmured. There was a general stirring of the group and a muttering that went on for several minutes.

Vickie began to warm up to their admiring glances. Her nervousness disappeared. They all admired what they saw to the point where several of them had to adjust their steadily growing cocks.

"Do you like me?" she asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You're pretty enough for our purposes," answered Saunders. He stood up and came toward her. "Now how'd you like to wrap that sulky little lipsticked mouth around my cock? I think a little suck would be perfect right about here."

Saunders stood confidently before her, his hands on his hips, a wide sneer on his proud features. He gripped her by the shoulders and pressed her down onto her knees.

Dressed in her lewd underwear, with all her intimate sex parts on display, Vickie sank to the carpet and reached for Saunders' fly. She was very much aware of the other four men in the room. They were stepping up alongside her boss, in a line, and they were dropping their pants and peeling off their shorts. She concentrated on undressing Saunders.

Soon there were five hefty cocks dangling around her, all in a line and waiting for her to service them.

"Didn't I say you could suck cock to your heart's content tonight? Didn't I say that?" Saunders leered. "Well, I meant it! There's enough cock here to last you a month!"

It was true, Vickie realized. Never had she ever in her wettest dreams imagined this many cocks at her disposal. Five of them! Most women didn't get to see that many in a lifetime! And she was going to get to suck and fuck them all in the same evening.

"Atta, girl, go to it!" Saunders encouraged, gazing down at her bright blonde head.

Vickie had pulled down his pants and shorts and was now gently fondling his balls in one palm while she shucked his cock up and down in her other hand. Then, she leaned forward and kissed his prick. Her lips felt the pulsing of a purple vein. Her tongue scoured up and down his cock.

Almost unconsciously, she let her hand drift over to the second cock in the line-up. Her fingers circled it and began jerking on it slowly, preparing it for when she moved her mouth over. The two cocks grew rapidly as she worked on them. Saunders' cock swelled out her lips into a tight red oval.

"Suck it nice now, suck it nice!" Saunders encouraged, heaving his hips gently back and forth. "Get it nice and hard now, you sweet slut!"

She sucked his prick fat three or four minutes, moving her soft mouth up and down on him with steady, practiced strokes. The fingers of one hand jiggled his balls back and forth. Then she lifted off his cock altogether, surveyed her creation a moment, then smiled up at him warmly.

"Hard enough?" she asked, her eyes twinkling lewdly. "Or you want me to suck it some more?"

"Better give the other fellows a chance," Saunders suggested, taking his cock in hand and keeping it primed.

She hobbled on her knees to her right and pulled the second prick towards her. It was very erect and soared out in her fist. She quickly sucked down three inches of hardening flesh. Her other hand moved on to the third cock and began exploring its gnarled contours.

In this manner she proceeded along the lineup of horny men, priming a cock in her fist while she sucked on its neighbor, then moving on down the line. Steadily the five cocks rose up from friendly floppiness to angry redness. They soared up from five hairy crotches like rockets on launching pads.

What was she going to do with five enormous hard-ons? She had raised them up, and now she was going to have to do something about getting them down! She looked from one to the other with misgiving. Then she sucked another cock inside and began running her mouth up and down on it harshly. She didn't want to think about it. Not yet.

Somehow, while she'd been sucking cocks, all five men had stripped naked. Now they moved in closer to her, forming a circle. They leaned down as she sucked their cocks and fondled her tits. Their pricks loomed out at her like logs.

"Let's fuck her," Frye suggested, gripping her by the shoulders. He wanted to be the first to ram his cock into her gaping cunt.

"Yeah, let's fuck her brains out," Jason agreed, and he helped Frye haul her off Frank's cock and pull her to the floor.