Chapter 6
The following afternoon, Angie sat trembling with excitement as she waited for the four men to arrive. She sensed that they were as anxious as she, telling herself that she was probably the most beautiful woman any of them had seen in years, if not ever, and wondering how she would feel when she was in Clay's office with all of them, knowing that she would be partaking of sex with them and their wives before long.
It was Thursday afternoon and she would be visiting the first couple the next day after work. Her first meeting with a strange couple was just a little more than twenty-four hours away.
Clay had gone to the outer reception area to greet his friends, and then, a couple of minutes before four, Angie heard footsteps approaching, a lot of them, all the members of the exclusive sex club, she told herself and began trembling anew.
As they approached her desk, she saw the men giving her the eye, looking more than pleased at what they saw, then Clay smiled and nodded his head and she followed the group into his private office and closed the door behind her, listening for the click of the automatic lock to ensure privacy. She had already alerted the office manager to the fact that Clay was not to be disturbed.
She saw raw hunger in the eyes of the men as Clay introduced her and she gave her hand to each, watching the way their eyes moved over the jutting front of her dress and lingered on the teasing bit of cleavage she showed. As each backed away, they admired the nylon thighs which showed so generously below the hem of her miniskirt which she had pulled higher just before their arrival.
Angie had set up the small bar earlier and the men helped themselves to drinks. As they poured, Angie smiled as she noted the trembling hands and knew that they were caused by her beauty and their erotic-thoughts involving her. She wondered how many of them had erections already, then observed some interesting bulges in the fronts of trousers as she went to the bar to get herself a drink.
As she approached it, she turned and let her behind brush across the front of one man. Her heart gave a little leap as she felt the stiff form of his tool and wondered how long it would be before she felt it in her cunt or mouth or, recalling some of the things Clay had told her about the group, up her tight little arsehole.
"Now then, Angie," Clay said after she had taken a couple of sips of her drink, "suppose you have another sip or two while the gentlemen sit, then raise the hem of your skirt and display your lovely thighs."
Her hand was trembling as she raised the glass to her lips, she took a bigger sip, then put the glass down on the bar, licked her lips and gave them all a dazzling smile.
Angie's hands went to the hem of her skirt and she slowly raised it. Before it had gone up an inch, they saw the expanded tops of her sheer nylons and there were sighs and sounds of labored breathing.
The hem of her skirt continued to rise until they saw smooth, firm looking bare thighs above her nylons, then she continued the ascent of the garment until she decided her panties were almost in view. Holding the hem there, she turned slowly around, paused, then walked to the other end of the room and slowly back, confident and excited in her beauty, sensing what the sight of sheer nylons, perfectly formed thighs and contrasting black suspenders caressing white thighs was doing to them.
"Now, dear," Clay said, his voice low, tone warm, "shall we let the gentlemen see the goodies you're hiding in your blouse?"
With a smile, her fingers trembling, she faced them and began unbuttoning her blouse. Clay had told her how to do it most effectively and she remembered. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt so that it hung loosely. As she unbuttoned it from the top down, it fell partly open, but not enough for the men to see all they wanted to see.
Turning her back on them, she unbuttoned the cuffs, then removed the garment gracefully and dropped it onto Clay's desk. Still she didn't turn to face them as she slowly raised her hands in front of her and the movement of her arms told the men she was fondling her breasts to arouse them even more.
"Jesus, what a beautiful tease she is," she heard a man say.
"And what a beautiful hard-on I've got," another added and she heard nervous giggles.
Considering how experienced they were in swinging sex, it thrilled her that she could effect them that way, so she spent another few seconds fondling the cups of her low cut bra, then, her hands covering them as best they could, she slowly turned to face them, licked her lips, then took her hands away and listened, trembling, to the gasps and whispered comments of the panting men. Clay, she saw, wore a proud smile as he winked at her, telling her without words how magnificently she was performing.
"And now, Angie," your skirt," Clay told her. "Let our friends have a look at the most beautiful ass in the world."
Turning her back to the men, Angie took her time unfastening the waist of her short skirt, sliding the zipper down slowly with a sound that was loud and erotic in the quiet room as the men held their breath in strong anticipation of what they were going to see when she let the skirt go down.
She held the skirt in place as they held their breath, then pushed it down slowly, paused when the men could see the upper half of her buttocks and crack, then she pushed again and allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. She stood, posing, for a few seconds, then, her back still turned to the group, she bent and picked up the skirt, her lush behind straining the nylon of her panties.
"Jesus, that's eatin' type ass," she heard one man say.
"That's ass fucking type ass," she heard another.
"I'd like to suck and fuck the little angel, then use that delicious ass for a pillow and dream sweet dreams."
With ass cheeks like that under your face, Moe," she heard another man comment, "they'd be wet dreams."
"My Christ," another observed aloud, "a ass that beautiful must poop pate defoi gras."
"You'll have your chance to find out," someone told him with a laugh, "and that will be one meal you can eat without a knife and fork."
Delighted by the comments, Angie turned to face the men then. There was a radiant smile on her face but she doubted that any of them saw it, except Clay, whose expression was another message of congratulation on her performance.
And then it was time for Angie to remove her bra. She staged another virtuoso performance as she slowly unhooked it, held the cups over her breasts for a few seconds, then removed them one at a time and this time they seemed to groan in unison, a couple of them guilty of breaking the second commandment by taking the name of the Lord in vain while they thought of breaking a few more with her and performing other acts which Moses hadn't heard of when lie lugged the stone tablets down the mountain to establish the ground rules which were to haunt humankind for centuries.
Sighing, Angie fondled her breasts lovingly, then used the tips of her fingers and thumbs to demonstrate how her sensitive nipples could harden and elongate.
"What a naughty little girl I am," she said with a sigh. "My little titty nipples have hard-ons." It wasn't a line Clay had given her and he laughed along with the other men, proud of his girl.
When it was time for her to take her panties off, Angie again turned her back to the men, bent a little from the waist and played with her buttocks with both hands, the tips of her fingers rubbing lightly, teasingly over the perfect orbs and sighed in real passion as the performance stimulated her as much as it did the men.
Angie then began pushing her panties down, bent from the waist, her behind swaying slowly, with a gentle, suggestive rhythm rather than the exaggerated bumps and grinds of burlesque. There were more groans as she let the panties flutter to her feet and stood still slightly bent from the waist, but not bent so far that they were able to see the one feature which she still hid from them. She stepped out of her panties carefully, then turned to face them, her thighs pressed tightly together, white thighs and tummy contrasting with the raven black triangle of pubic hair.
Angie allowed them to view her for a little while, then she moved her feet wide apart, jerked her hips with a little grunt, then stood hipshot and used the tips of her fingers to draw the shiny black hair higher and let them see the pink core of her femininity. After a few seconds, she used the tips of her fingers again and parted the tender lips to show them more as they sat trembling and panting with desire.
"Well, gentlemen," Clay said proudly, shattering the charged silence of the room, "you've seen our Angie. Do you agree with my estimation of her."
The men fell all over themselves assuring him that she was even more beautiful than they'd expected.
"Come on, Clay," one of them said, "after a performance like that, can it be true that she's only been fucked three times?"
"That's the truth," Angie replied, a little hurt that anyone would doubt her veracity. "My boy friend fucked me twice and Clay fucked me once. Less than a month ago I was a virgin."
"Jesus Christ," one man panted, "I believe her all the way, it's just my eyes I can't believe. All right. Clay, we've seen it all and the deal is on, but first, what say you let us feel her to make sure it's all as firm as it looks'? "
"All right, gentlemen. One at a time and you have seconds each to give your hands the treat of a lifetime.
As the first man came to her, Angie smiled and left her feet wide apart so that he would be able to feel all of her. His hands made a quick tour of breasts, thighs, buttocks and crotch, then he devoted the remainder of his time to fondling and squeezing more slowly until Clay called time and the rest of the men took turns feeling Angie's lush body and thighs, each one longing for the day when she became his for a weekend, a thousand dollar one for Angie who looked forward to the sex at least as much as she did to the money.
"And now gentlemen," Clay said as he picked up her bra and picked up the five folded pieces of paper, dropping them into one of the big cups, "it's time for the draw. The man who draws number one will receive a visit from Angie tomorrow evening and she'll stay until Sunday afternoon or evening. The man who draws number five will have to be very patient," he added with a wry grin.
The man began drawing and Angie waited with pen and pad to write down the results.
"Harry, number four," Clay called and she wrote it down, grinning at the sound of his muffled curse.
"Moe, number one," Clay called then and Angie was as delighted as he.
Of them all, Moe was her favorite on the basis of appearance. He had a central European look about him and a trace of accent which she thought could be Jewish. Whatever he was, he looked to her like a professor or a philosopher and she saw that his eyes were gentle as his hands had been when he had felt her up. She hoped this wife would be as interesting as she was sure he was going to be.
When only the final slip remained, Clay didn't have to pick it up to see that he was number five since the first four numbers had been drawn. He laughed with them at the luck of the draw, not caring at all when he won the official weekend with Angie since he could have her whenever he wanted.
"Well gentlemen," Clay said with a shrug, "I guess that completes the ceremony."
"I guess it does," the man named Will said, "but I can't help looking at that beautiful mouth of Angie's and feeling this throbbing in my cock and balls. How about it?"
"Well now, Will," Clay replied with a pensive look, "that wasn't a part of the deal. However, if Angie goes along with it and you were to make an interesting offer, then I suppose something could be worked out. Knowing all of you as I do, I daresay each of you had a hundred dollars on him that he doesn't particularly need at the moment. Shall I pass the bra around?"
A little gasp of amazement broke from Angie as the men reached for wallets and money clips in a hurry. As the bra was passed around, each man placed a folded bill into it and then Clay put the bra down on his desk.
"Let's take it in reverse order," one of the men said. "Since you're number five, Clay, you get the first blow job."
Taking his jacket off and tossing it over the back of his chair, Clay stood in the center of the floor and Angie dropped to her knees on the thick, soft carpet in front of him. As Bette had taught her, she opened the top of his pants and pulled up his shirt and singlet, rolling them up so that his belly was bare.
After that, she pulled the zipper of his fly all the way down, then pulled pants and briefs down until they were close to his knees. His cock was hard as a pole and she handled it gently, kissing, licking and fondling it for a long time before she slipped the head into her mouth and bathed it with saliva.
She proceeded to give him a slow, loving blow job, pausing a few times to delay the termination of it, then, when he told her to, she took his tool in her mouth again and finished him, sucking him off and drinking a generous helping of his rich cream.
Tiredly, Clay pulled his clothes up as the second man went to the kneeling beauty to have his cock sucked in her delightful style.
While Angie worked on her generous clients, Clay phoned his wife to tell her he would be late for dinner.
"I would have been on time," he explained, "but Angie still has four more cocks to suck and the sweet way she does it takes time."
"I'll want to hear all about that later," Bette said with a tinkling laugh. "You are bringing her home for dinner, aren't you?"
"Yes, dear," Clay assured her, "but after drinking all this cream, I don't imagine she'll want to eat much, do you?"
Bette was still laughing when he hung up the phone and poured himself a drink, then turned to watch Angie blowing Harry, making his eyes pop and keeping him groaning with her special style of cock sucking, her hands gentle as they caressed his balls and buttocks.
He didn't last as long as Clay had and then he was pumping his semen into her sucking mouth and rubbing her head with both hands as she drained him.
Angie gave the next two men equally thrilling blow jobs, taking plenty of time about it and making them as weak kneed as she had Clay and Harry, then it was Moe's turn and he bathed her in a beautiful smile as she went to work on the front of his pants and looked up warmly.
"Oh!" she gasped as his rampant penis leaped out at her. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen. It must be a foot long."
"Thank you very much for the compliment," he told her, but it's really less than nine inches. Still, it is a fact that not all men are blessed with that much," he said in a serious tone, then smiled at her again as she began to handle his penis lovingly.
As she sucked on the long weapon, Angie hoped that the other men wouldn't notice that she was being especially loving about blowing the man whom she liked instinctively. She made it last a very long time and Moe seemed delighted with the arrangement, but then he reached the stage where he couldn't wait any longer and semen shot from his long tool with exciting pressure as Angie greedily drank all he could give her.
Even when his organ hung limp and spent, it looked so long to her.
"Look at that joint, Angie," one of the man called. "Now you know why we call him old horse cock."
"I think that's mean of you," she replied as she patted the well drained penis. "It's a very beautiful prick."
Later, as Clay handed her the bra containing her money, Angie thought he wore a strange expression. She found out why when she unfolded the third hundred dollar bill and saw that it contained three zeroes instead of two.
"Somebody made a mistake," she gasped.
"No, dear. That was Moe and he never makes mistakes."
"To think," she said with an excited sigh, "he was my favorite right from the start. Next to you, darling," she appended, then she dressed and Clay took her home to play.