Chapter 4

I felt kinda bad going out without Seal. It just wasn't the same and I sort of took out my disappointment about her not being along on my date. At any rate, I ditched him about an hour after dinner and headed for one of the wildest bars I had ever been to. It was a small, intimate place with a hot jazz pianist setting the mood.

I strolled in, looking the sexiest I had in weeks. My tits pressing against the thin linen dress I wore. The nipples clearly outlined through the thin material. I felt the eyes of a number of men staring at my legs all the way up.

"Hey, Emily, what's that, one of those mini-dresses?" the bartender called.

"That's right, Charlie. This is my new aeroplane dress."

"Whaddya mean?" came the reply.

"It's just that it's so short, you can see the cockpit!" I screamed, laughing. There were a couple of strangers here, tonight, and I wanted to turn on all my charm and wit because I was determined that they weren't going to be strangers for very long. I picked out one guy, in particular. A tall, latin type, sitting down at the end of the bar, sipping on some kind of cordial. He reeked of that continental savoir-faire that really turns me on.

I knew immediately that I would make contact with him, so I ambled down to the end of the bar, taking a seat next to him. A few seconds later I was followed by a couple of guys that I had balled with before, and who were anxious to climb back between my legs. After all, it was a thrill they didn't get very often and they were thankful and appreciative of any favors I bestowed. And tonight, I was really in the mood to bestow favors. My poor cunt was itching for activity. After that drip that I had dinner with, who seemed more interested in importing burlap from India, than in giving me a little feel under the table, I was really looking forward to getting a lot of physical attention.

"What'll it be tonight, Emily," Charlie asked, flashing his famous Irish smile.

"Same as usual," I muttered.

"A rusty nail?"

"Right. And speaking of rusty nails, how's yours?"

Charlie looked a little puzzled. He wasn't one to get jokes quickly. But the rest of the bar got it. And even the sharp looking guy sitting next to me chuckled. I fished in my purse and finally produced a cigarette, deliberately omitting matches. I tilted my head in his direction so that I could look at him through my eye lashes. He was quick in taking the cue and produced a light for me from his gold, butane lighter.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"Any time," he replied, with a slight Italian accent.

"You're new here, aren't you?" I asked bluntly.

"That's right. I'm just in New York for a couple of weeks."

"Well, welcome to New York. My name's Emily Maddon, and it's nice to meet you."

"Same here, Miss Maddon. I am Mario Grozetta."

"Staying at a hotel, Mario?" I asked. "No. Some friends of mine are out of town and they're letting me use their apartment."

"That's very nice. How'd you come to pick this bar?"

"Well, the apartment is just two buildings down," and he gestured with his thumb, down the street.

"Nice place?" I asked, leading him on.

"Yeah, it's very comfortable. The top floor, and all that."

My eyes dropped down to his lap and through his mint green suit I could see the bulge in his pants. I felt the excitement mounting within me and I knew instantly that I wanted him-needed him. It would be something different, a little change from the domestic variety, I thought.

"Would you like to see it?" he asked, nervously.

"Sure would," I exclaimed. "Write down the address and I'll meet you there in twenty minutes as soon as I finish my drink."

"Why don't you come with me?"

"Well, man, after all, I don't want the whole place to know I'm running out of here and hopping in the sack with you. I mean, after all, I've got my reputation," I snickered.

"Anything you say." And he took out a pen and scrawled something on the back of a business card and handed it to me.

He was gone for about five minutes and I began sipping on my drink, looking over the rest of the customers, figuring that I'd set up a couple to take home with me and bring Seal something to tuck her in. I couldn't stop thinking of that poor girl, sitting home, while all these goodies were out here to be had just for the taking. I drained my glass, got up, made my way to the door, but before I left, I turned to Charlie.

"I have to run out for a few minutes. Keep my seat warm."

"Promises, promises," he returned, laughing.

"You'd better watch yourself, or I'll tell Brigit on you, you old goat."

"Aw, you wouldn't do that on me, now, would'ya Em?"

"Sure I would. Your wife and I are friends, and us girls have to stick together or else you guys would get away with sticking anything with two legs and a slit."

"See ya in awhile, then, Emily."

"Okay, Charlie," I said, and disappeared out the door, heading down the street to what I thought would be a fantastic continental fuck.

The lobby of the building he was staying in was beautifully lush with doorman and fountains. It would have been quite impressive, I suppose, to most girls, but after all, I was far from living in a tenament, myself. But it was nice to be in a place that was comfortable. The doorman held the door for me and I studied him as I passed. He appeared to be about nineteen or twenty, and I felt that he must have taken the job nights while he went to college during the day. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed that on a little shelf next to his chair was a pile of law books. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned full face toward him.

He was really a nice looking guy, and I felt sorry that he was trapped, sitting in this goddam lobby while the rest of the world was out having a good time, lifting their skirts, pulling down their flies, fucking and sucking, and enjoying life. After all, just because the boy wanted to get ahead, wanted to have something, there was no reason why he had to struggle so hard; no reason why he couldn't enjoy life too. I instantly remembered the best feature of the mini-dress I was wearing. It had a zipper running all the way from the neck to the hem, and I quickly reached for it, pulling it slowly but purposely down, until it was completely open. My tits popped free of their confinement, and I felt his eyes start staring at them and then slowly sweep down over the trunk of my body, staring at my creamy white and flat stomach, and finally down to my crotch and lush pussy. His eyes bulged with surprise and he just stood there gaping, as if he didn't know what to do.

"What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a naked broad before?"

"Sure I have. It's just that things like this just don't happen, except maybe in the imagination."

I walked over to him and took his hand, placing it on my tit. "Still think it's your imagination?" I whispered.

"No," he whispered, hardly audible.

"Where can we go?" I said, extending my hand and feeling between the legs of his baggy uniform for that instrument of pleasure that I knew would be found there.

"Well there's a small storage room over there," And he pointed to a door, about ten feet away.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

He led the way, unlocking the door and flicking on the light. The room was quite empty, except for a small couch that I imagined the doormen used to snooze on or screw on, with their hard-ons. I headed directly for it, not bothering to take off my dress. All I did was flick it open and spread my legs when I laid down.

He was a quick and experienced stud. A few seconds later he had unbuttoned his jacket and dropped his pants. After he had removed them, he stood in front of me, clad only in his briefs and tee shirt. These were quickly discarded, also. And then his ultra-masculine body came into view. It was a beautiful symphony of manhood. His broad chest narrowed to a "V" waist, Hairing out again at the strong, muscular hips. His buttocks were firm. And there, between his legs, pointing down and to the side, was a hard, stiff, prick. A beautiful piece of work. Too good to just stick in my twat without first getting a taste of it.

I wriggled my index finger at him as he moved closer to me. A second later my hands were entwined around his balls and stroking the length of his thick, pulsating meat. I leaned up, straining my neck, wrapping my lips around his delicious moist shaft. The whole head disappeared into my hot and stimulating mouth. My tongue flecked at his huge cock head, and I felt it expanding and contracting within my mouth as the blood rushed to the tip.

I let my hands slide up and down inside his legs, all the way from his knee up to his crotch and then I would take his balls in my hand, fingering them and letting them slip through my fingers. I felt him begin to tremble under my hungry assault. And my twat began to feel hot and moist. It needed something to satisfy it now.

I leaned back onto the couch and gestured for him to crawl on. A second later he was kneeling between my legs and aiming his shaft at my sensitive slit. He eased himself down, spreading my cunt lips with his huge cock-head, pushing slowly, but firmly into me, inch by inch, until he was finally buried to the hilt. He eased his body down on top of me and his warm flesh felt good against mine. His hands cupped my tits and tweaked my hardened, crimson nipples. I felt sparks of passion shoot throughout my body, and finally come to explode in my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him harder down on top of me.

His face was so handsome and I could have enjoyed just looking at it, but a second later, it was up too close to appreciate it. His lips, hot, and moist, were pressing against mine, and his tongue forced its way deep into my throat. His body began to pick up a rhythm and his hips pumped, filling my box with his hard meat. I arched my back so that I could force my pussy against him harder and he allowed me to ride up and down, taking as much as I wanted, and even setting the pace.

His hips began to move faster as the urgency of climax approached. I felt his body pounding against mine, his stiff prick was filling every inch of my womanly canal and I could have screamed with pleasure. I felt the explosions starting within me and my cunt juices began to flow down the length of my love passage, lubricating his hot pole and letting it slip more easily.

I glanced at my watch. It was already an hour since I left the bar and Maria was expecting me forty minutes ago. Well that's the way things to. I ran out of the storage room, kissing the handsome doorman goodbye, headed for the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. During the ride, I couldn't help but imagine the sight of the young doorman still wiping the flowing cream from his throbbing shaft and trying to get back into uniform. lit had been fun.

I got out on the top floor and managed to find the apartment. Mario answered the door in a bathrobe-silk, of course. And he looked quite impatient.

"Sorry I'm late, but it couldn't be avoided. I ran into a very old friend and we had to talk for awhile. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you," I said, reaching for the sash that held the robe closed. A second later he was standing with the robe open and I could see everything he had to offer.

It wasn't quite what I expected from the bulge I had seen in his pants at the bar. I pictured that his cock would be much larger than it actually was. It was really only a couple of inches long-but it was still soft. His balls, however, were enormous, and this explained, to my satisfaction, what caused the huge bulge. But I'd known men in the past whose pricks weren't that big, but they were the kind who really knew how to use them, really knew how to make a girl feel like she was flying on a trip to heaven or something. Sometimes they would ride me high so that their four or five hard inches would rub against my clitoris, making me go wild with passion, and I felt that this European would have a few tricks of his own, so I was still quite anxious to get started.

He reached over for the long zipper on my dress and tugged it down until I was in the same condition he was. The whole front of my body was exposed for his examination and he seemed quite pleased with what I had to offer. His eyes focused firmly on my huge globes, and anxious hands reached for them, feeling the softness of the mounds and the hardness of the nipples. Those nipples of mine were pretty fabulous things. It seems that they were always hard, always jutting straight out, firm, inviting. He put his arm around me, pulling me close against him until our naked flesh was touching. The warmth of his body was unbelievable. It seemed as if he had a fever, he was so hot. But that's what I needed: a hot Latin; a hot Italian, something to set my insides on fire, set my passions burning, wildly out of control. I loved the feeling that I always felt when I was about to screw. It felt like butterflies in my stomach sending shivers up and down my back. It was an exciting feeling; a feeling that made my love juices begin to flow and lubricate my sensitive slit.

"Where's the bedroom," I asked.

"This way," he said. And I followed him down a hallway that was papered in a multi-colored jungle-like print. Even the door to the bedroom had been papered this way and I thought it a bit too colorful for my tastes. But the bedroom was different. It was done in light greens and the huge oval bed seemed more than inviting. It didn't take me long to slip out of my dress and stand there before his eager eyes completely nude.

It was a good feeling, standing there and having him eat me up with his eyes. It made me feel confident in my ability to stimulate and excite men.

I walked quickly to the bed and jumped on it, positioning myself spread-eagled so that my hands and feet each reached for the edge of the bed. The position was too inviting for him to resist for long. He slipped out of his robe and came to kneel between my legs, his hands reaching up and stroking my sensitive thighs, finally coming to rest and playing with my hot pussy. I felt his fingers begin to slip in and explore the hot and wet walls of my cunt. With each finger that he inserted, he began to breathe a little faster, a little harder, and I knew, I was getting to him. The excitement that he felt was pretty obvious when I glanced down at his hard, stiff prick. But even when it was fully erect, it was pretty small. I lay there with my head resting on a pillow, looking at him, intently and wondering what he was going to do. Then his head disappeared between my legs and I felt his tongue sliding back and forth along my wet cracki A second later, his firm, hot tongue had made its way into my cunt and he was really cleaning me out. Little did he know that he was also blowing the doorman.

I became aware that his hands were moving violently between his legs and that he was jerking off as he ate me. This was okay with me. I had already been screwed earlier, and the pleasure I was getting from his expert tongue was sending me into a frenzy of delight. I felt small explosions of passion with each plunge his tongue took. In a few seconds I felt my body release its love juices and at the same time I was aware that he squirted his load, splashing it against my naked legs.

"God damned pig," I thought, "why couldn't he be more careful."

Well the mess was his fault, and I reached for the sheet and cleaned my leg as best I could.

"When could I see you again," he asked, eagerly.

"Oh, I don't know," I answered. "I've got your number. I'll give you a call."

"Make it soon."

"I will," I said, zipping up my dress and heading for the door.

Within a few minutes I was back, sitting on my old stool at the bar, with a fresh rusty nail in front of me and eager to have another go at it. The two guys I had seen there earlier, and had balled with in the past, had been joined by three other guys that I knew were real swingers. I felt this was it; it was a perfect group to bring home to spend the night and entertain Seal and myself. I walked over and gave them the invitation, which they jumped at, immediately. I downed the rest of my drink and led the way out the door, where we got into one of the guys' car and headed for my place, this time we went the right way on Fifth Avenue and got there about ten minutes later.

When I entered my apartment and I felt that Seal must be sleeping, I put my finger to my lips and gestured to everyone to be quiet as I let them into the living room. Then I gestured that everyone should remove their clothing and they were pretty good at playing pantomine. In a few seconds the six of us stood bald assed naked: one cunt and five cocks. But that one cunt was more than capable of handling them all. It was eager again for action. It never seemed to get enough. Sometimes I wondered and worried that I might be a nymph, but I don't think that was the case.

I tiptoed into the bedroom, leading the guy with the biggest cock to wake up Seal. But when I got there, I found that her bed hadn't been slept in. I headed for mine, and saw, pinned on my pillow, a note that she was out and would return home fairly early.

There was nothing to do now but get on with the show. After all, I couldn't expect the five of them to park their asses in the living room and wait for Seal to trot in. I felt pretty sure that most of them would be able to go a second round when she got in, anyway.

So, a short while later, there we were, five of us cuddled up in my huge king sized bed. I always liked a big bed-more room for action. The first guy climbed between my legs and shoved his hot, pulsing prick into my ever-ready pussy.

This was more like it, I thought. A handsome stud that knows how to use what God gave him. His prick pummeled in and out of me and he rode high, so that with each plunge, the top of his cock scraped along my clitoris, sending shivers of lust throughout my body, touching each nerve ending and making it go wild with passion.

"Come on, baby, fuck me. Show me what you can do with that thing."

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, incoherently, obviously lost somewhere between alcohol and passion. He continued to screw with the same speed, the same rhythm, and I felt the intensity growing within me. He had better move faster, I thought. I need him to move faster, to bring on what I feel.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his fleshy buttocks, pulling him harder into me, arching my back, undulating my hips and grinding my pussy against his loins for all he was worth ... and it was satisfying. I felt myself coming and I began to thrash my head back and forth wildly in the bed, my arms flaying against the soft mattress, and moans of delight escaping from my throat. It was delicious and highly enjoyable. I glanced over to my side and I saw that two of the guys had grown so hot and impatient that they couldn't wait. The handsome, dark haired, muscular stud was bending a slightly built, younger blond boy over and forcing his huge prick up the boy's ass. The blond winced in pain, but it didn't seem to affect the older dark haired one. He pushed it in with all his might, sinking it all the way and moaning with pleasure that he derived from it. The blond cried out as if he were being tortured, but his voice became muffled in one of my pillows when the dark haired man pushed him down flat against the bed and buried his face in the pillow. The blond squirmed in pain and with each movement he made, increased the pleasure for the other. He was no match for the dark haired man's strength, and soon he had no choice but to give himself completely over to the sexual pleasure that he was experiencing. When he became more resigned to what was being done to him, the dark haired man reached around him, rolled him on his side, and took his long thin prick in his hand and began to masturbate him.

I was enjoying watching this. I had never seen two guys screw before. And a few seconds later, the dark haired man's face became a mask of pleasure, and I saw the muscles of the blond tighten, squeezing his ass closed as tight as he could, while his companion shot him full of his juices.

It was now the blond's turn, and I saw the dark haired man's hand jerking fanatically on his prick, moving rapidly up and down the length of it. In a second he shot a long, steady stream of cum onto my sheet. At the same time, I heard the door to the bedroom close and Seal walked into the room, stark naked. There were two other guys that still had to get their rocks off. Fortunately, the one best hung, and the best looking. I was glad, and I wanted Seal to enjoy them. They made no qualms about wanting her. Within a few seconds, the three of them were on the bed. The handsome guy with the big stiff prick had it buried in Seal's snatch and was bouncing up and down on her like a wild man, stuffing it deep into her. The other guy was kneeling over her chest with his prick buried in her face. Her head moved rapidly, up and down on his hard shaft. Within a few minutes it was over. The three of them managed to all come at the same time, their bodies tangled and rolled across the bed as they emptied themselves of their stored up juices. Seal, the lucky girl, was being flooded at both ends with the thick cream and she loved it all.

At least everyone had the satisfaction he wanted-one way or another.