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Kyle and I came back under the lights. My arm was tucked under his.
His friends hooted from across the dance floor.
Willie looked up at Kyle. He hadn't given this redneck blond permission. Willie gave Kyle a look of "if you walk away, I'll consider not fucking you up."
Kyle weighed the choice for a second. He must have decided it was smarter to leave-- he dropped my hand and walked back to his friends' side of the dance tent.
"You ARE a little slut, aren't you? Lissa been saying that all night... now I know for sure."
"What can I say... I'm attracted to men."
As I said this, I draped my arms around the back of Willie's neck and slid my torso over where his cock was resting.
"Real men." As I said that in his face, Willie pulled away.
"Bitch, get yourself a drink and clean that mouth out. It smells like another man's dick."
Stung, I went to get a glass of wine. I could see Lissa and Raymond on the dance floor. They were smiling at each other, having a good time. I wanted that. Lissa put her arms straight above her head and shimmied her body down the front of Raymond's. I bet that made him hard.
I daydreamed as I stood in the line at the bar. A young man, maybe 21 or 22, interrupted me. He had the class of a Greyhound Bus station and the charm of a snack pack of Cheetos.
"I hear you blow any guy who dances with you," he splurted.
"I... what?"
"You wanna dance with me?"
"I..."
Thankfully, I reached the front of the line at that moment. I turned my head and ordered a white wine. I paid and left a $2 tip. When I turned, this weasel-faced boy was still near me, grinning.
"Come on, dance with me! I wanna show you some moves."
I ignored his amateurish double entendre. "Sweetie, to have any hope of getting a blowjob from me you should have bought this glass of wine for me."
He realized his proposition was failing and that I was shaming him to boot.
"You... well, fuck you, bitch! You fuckin' fag!"
"OK sweetie, bye. Say hi to your boyfriend for me."
I turned and walked away, eager to get near Willie. I walked with purpose, taking a big swig of wine both to ease my nerves and clean the cum out of my mouth.
I could see two young men eyeing me and walking towards me across the dance floor. These guys looked like they were up to no good... I don't know if this was my fault from giving a couple of random BJs, or if the hot summer evening was having an effect, or if this was just boys being boys... but I could tell they were coming, and they were coming for me.
I glanced sidelong at them; not bad looking. White kids, maybe 25, 26. Still young. Still randy. One of them had a camouflage baseball hat, the other one was a little shorter and wore a flat-brimmed Fox Racing hat. They were better looking than the kid near the bar.
Good looking or not, I did not want to get pulled outside by these two guys I didn't know or recognize. That could lead to trouble.
I got nearer to Willie, pretended not to notice them. They picked up their pace. The one in the flat-brimmed hat reached behind me, grabbed my wrist and spun me around forcefully.
"Hey baby, we got a couple more dicks for you. Heard you like `em in your mouth."
The other guy grabbed my left wrist and started pulling me a little forcefully towards the Port-a-Johns.
I heard the sound of a loud clap on the shoulder of the guy to my left.
It was Willie.
It was his turn to spin them around.
"Hey boys... looks like you're interested in my date here."
They shuffled their feet.
"I can understand--she sure is sexy-looking."
The guys wanted to agree but were mostly terrified of him.
"I'll bet you heard that she gives terrific blow jobs. That so?"
The guys looked at each other. They wished they hadn't started this moment, that they could just evaporate and disappear from this moment.
"That so?!" repeated Willie.
"Yes, sir," said Fox Racing.
"Yeah, well... she doesn't give `em for free. Not anymore."
The guys looked surprised--this was taking an unexpected turn.
"So give me $50 and you can both fuck her mouth."
The guys scrambled for their wallets and pulled bills out. They only had $20s. They fanned them out. Willie took three of them. "And $10 for a tip. Very kind."
"OK, Chrissie, go show the boys a good time."
The guys young, spirited boners must have popped back to life, because they now practically ran me behind the Port-a-Johns.
I was pushing my luck back there by now. It seemed like at least two or three groups of men knew who I was, what I was doing, and where it was happening.
But I now owed these guys a blowjob. Yeah, it was hot to be prostituted by my new man Willie, but it was inconvenient and potentially dangerous too.
I decided to get these guys off quickly, and hopefully safely.
I ran my hands down the fronts of their 501s. Both hard as stone already.
"Let's have some fun, boys." I grabbed the fronts of their jeans and wrenched them down forcefully over their dicks. Their belts were tight and their legs so thick with muscle that the jeans held a couple of inches below their dicks and balls.
I massaged both sets of balls, drifted my hand up their shafts, kissed at both of their necks.
This could be a hot three-way, I thought.
"Get sucking, bitch, that's what we paid you for."
Guess not. I drifted to my knees. I pulled them close together by their dicks so their hips were resting against one another's. I would slurp energetically on one cock while working the other with my hand, then jump back to the other one. Repeat.
Their rods grew and swelled. One was 6.5" and had a left curve to it; the other guy was 7 inches and straight as an arrow.
The guys chatted.
"Fuck... this slut can suck a fucking dick."
"Dude! She just took your whole meat in her mouth."
"Doesn't that feel fucking good?"
These guys were so into each other's pleasure that I was sure they'd sucked each other off before. I was too occupied with their cocks in their mouths to ask them about their mutual sexual history, though. Plus, I was outnumbered.
I worked the young men's firm rods sloppily. Earlier I was conscious of keeping my blowjobs clean. Now it was quick-and-dirty. Get em wet, get em rock hard, get `em off.
I could tell from smelling their jeans that they'd been smoking--both tobacco and weed. These guys had probably been partying for hours. I could also smell an intense musk of ballsweat, dirt, and ass. I could shower not once in my life and not smell as much like a man as these guys did after one afternoon on their dirt bikes.
They started to get a little rough with me, shoving their cocks into my throat fast, even though I was already sucking them that deeply, happily. They needed to show some force, play-act their dominance so the other could see it. Diminish me so they could both feel like true men.
I brought their dicks to a right-angle and sucked both the heads at the same time. As I did, I slid their wet, sloppy heads against each other's. I'm sure that felt amazing for them. I was not going to tell them that they were getting off on their best friend's hard dick. Or that they were both being sucked off by a guy who, earlier this afternoon, was cleaning his gutters and splitting firewood. These two young toughs would not probably be too excited to hear a blow-by-blow rundown of their homosexual behavior.
So I kept my mouth on their dicks.
But I knew.
Both dicks were glistening with a ton of my saliva and their oozing precum. I looked up at both of them with the eyes that say, "I am begging you to cum on my face."
I slid my hand down each of their dicks at the same rhythm, at the same pace. They looked at me They looked at each other. They sighed. Their knees wobbled.
They shot their loads at almost the same time.
Some of the cum landed on my face. Some more on my jacket. Some on my exposed knees.
Damn, some got on my suede skirt. I'll have to get that dry-cleaned.
Fox Racing hat went up to his tiptoes as he worked out all the cum he had in his balls. Camo hat exhaled deeply, his eyes closed, his chin resting on his chest.
I don't think they'd ever gotten a blowjob quite like that one.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," said camo hat.
"Let's go back in there and pay to fuck her," said Fox Racing eagerly.
I was on my knees in the dust covered in cum. They hustled off, kicking up more dust as I tried to clean myself off. I wiped off as much of their cum as I could but I could not get it all. The rest I just rubbed into my skin like some cheap moisturizer.
When I stumbled back to the tent, Willie was arguing with the boys. Willie turned to me.
"These boys, they say you told them you'd fuck them for a hundred."
"I never said that, Willie."
"Boys, you telling stories?"
"What's the harm? She's a whore anyway, right?" Fox Hat tried again. "Just let me stick my dick in her pussy."
"Go stick it in each other's pussies." That was me. I don't think they realized I had that much sass in me. A wilting flower I am not.
"The fuck did you just say to me, you cocksucking faggot?"
"I told you to go fuck each other in the woods."
Fox Racing stepped at me like he was ready to swing. Willie intercepted him and put his big 6'2" physique between us. Camo hat tried to come around Willie's side, but Willie put his arm out and caught him too.
"Get the fuck out of here boys, before somebody gets hurt."
The boys pulled back, their anger having peaked.
"I'll see you around, faggot," threatened Fox Racing.
He probably would; there are only about 17,000 people in the area, so we're bound to run into each other sooner or later. Hopefully a blowjob then will take the edge off.
Willie called out to Raymond, Lissa sitting on his lap. "Ray, let's get out of here. I gotta get this sweet lil' girl pregnant so the boys know she's mine."
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