A New Job
The next morning I woke up late, the muscles in my legs and arms stiff from supporting myself on my hands and knees, then from bobbing up and down on old Charlie's monster cock the previous night. The memories came flooding back and I smiled to myself as my little cock got harder. I couldn't help reaching down and touching myself gently. I ran my fingers along my four inch shaft, smearing pre-cum over the head of cock, and stroking myself lightly as I ran over the events of the night before in my mind. My sucking off Geoff' in front of the whole room, dressed only in French knickers and a camisole! Getting gang-fucked by four fully, grown men at once, licking their cocks clean after they fucked my bum mercilessly, then sucking off another complete stranger and rounding off the night by being fucked up my ass by the monster cock of an old, balding fat guy that had been a family "acquaintance" since I was a baby!!
My little prick began to twitch and I wrapped my hand around my cock a bit tighter and moved more rapidly as my orgasm approached. I gasped and moaned as I began shooting cum over my fingers. A few drops landed on my stomach and I scooped all of it into my mouth, licking my fingers clean as I savoured the salty taste of my own semen. I laid back and relaxed, then I reached over and took the card Geoffrey had given me from under the light on my bedside table.
It had all his contact details, telephone number, e-mail and address. I smiled with anticipation and stepped lightly out of bed. I walked out to the telephone on the landing, naked, I took the telephone off the hall table and went back to my room, tapping his number in as I went. After about three rings, a voice still rough with sleep answered.
"Hi," I said. "It's me, your little cum-slut from last night." Geoffrey laughed quietly.
"You didn't waste any time did you?" He replied. "I won't either, how would you like a weekend job for a business partner of mine?" He went on. "He owns a photographic studio in the West End, and is always looking for a kid to tidy up and make coffee - or at least, that's what we'll tell your folks. In reality, it'll be more of what you got last night from me and from whoever else I say can fuck you. You OK with that?"
"Oh yeah!!" I jumped at the chance, this was better than any of my fantasies. "But my parents may be a problem."
"You let me worry about them sweetheart. I'll square it with your mother & father, then you can have all the cock you could ever wish for."
"Sounds great!" I enthused, "but I miss you already. I'm laying naked on my bed, the taste of my own cum in my mouth and nobody else to play with." I put on a mock tone of sadness and sniffed.
"God you're a slut." Geoff' laughed. "You just keep it warm 'til next week and I guarantee you'll get fucked so much we'll have to carry you home."
"That better be a promise." I said as he he hung up.
Geoff' was true to his word. Tuesday night he called round to see my folks and I listened in as they sat and talked about me in the front room. He introduced himself as a businessman who had interests in a photographic studio and told my folks how he had met me at the weekend. He told them how he had been impressed with the way I had spoken to him in the local pharmacy and had helped him buy what he had wanted, sort out his money and get the right change after he had lost his contact lenses. In short, he told them a complete pack of lies about how intelligent, polite and helpful I had been, and how he had watched where I had gone home, because I wouldn't give out my address to strangers. He told them how he wanted such a bright, switched-on kid to do a weekend job for him at the studio. He gave them a big, glossy brochure advertising the place and talked up a storm. He was a real pro. My parents' initial worries about their baby going out to work just faded away. In the end, Geoff' & my father shook hands and my dad agreed to drive me over on Saturday morning, "bright and early", so he could have a look at the place, "It'll be good for him," said my dad, "let him know what work is all about."
Geoff' grinned at me lasciviously as he walked ahead of my father to the front door.
Saturday morning came way too slowly for me. My dad drove me in to the studio. It was in a large, two-storey warehouse block that Geoff' said he owned completely. One other company shared the premises and the reception area was staffed by two, uniformed security guards who eyed me wolfishly as we entered. I think I was beginning to be able to spot the men that wanted to stick their cocks up me, and those two certainly fit the bill.
They were both skinny, one was tall and dirty-looking, with a fairly thick moustache. He was old, probably a retired cop I thought. The other was an old black guy, with a whitish Afro' haircut a couple of inches high. He had a nice voice that reminded of the jazz records my dad listened to in the evenings.
Geoff' met us in the reception area and took us up to the studio in an elevator with mirrored walls. I looked at my reflection in the glass and imagined myself naked with Geoffrey humping me from behind. I smiled up at my dad and thanked him for letting me take the job. He touched the back of my head lightly with his hand.
The studio was a huge, sprawling, open plan room, with several smaller rooms leading off.
"They're equipment stores and dressing rooms for models and so on." Said David, the photographer. He was tall, about fiftyish, short, fair hair with plenty of grey, probably had a 46" waist and smoked a pipe. I wondered if he was going to fuck me today and my cock twitched in my jeans.
After a few pleasantries, my dad shook hands with Geoff' and David and left smiling, agreeing with Geoff' that he could drop me back home after work, as our house was on his way home.
No sooner had my dad left the door, than Geoffrey was on me. He spun me round and put my hands on the window ledge facing the car park. I could see my dad's car quite plainly, but from that angle, all my would see was my face and shoulders.
Geoff' moved up close behind me and reached round my front. He pulled my hips back into him and I could feel his already erect cock straining in his pants. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them apart and down over my hips. I was wearing my little French knickers again and he took a moment to run his hands over the silky material as he stroked my own little hard-on. His hands moved to my buttocks and he stroked them with both hands. Spreading the cheeks of my bottom, he gave my right buttock a sharp slap and I jumped smartly.
"Mmmmm." I moaned, pushing my bottom out to rub harder against his rock-hard cock. Abruptly, he pulled my panties and my jeans down to my knees in one hard jerk. I felt his fingers, wet with copious amounts of slippery lube, slide between the cheeks of my bum, probing for my soft little hole. He found my entrance and slid his fingers along my crack, penetrating my anus with first one finger, then two. I groaned again, with lust and that strange feeling, like taking a poo, that you get when fingers or a cock slide in and out of your bum.
"Get ready you little fucking whore." Geoff' said roughly as I heard his zipper go and the rustle of his cock being removed from his clothing. "I've been waiting all week for another piece of this ass." He had smoothed the rest of the lube on his fingers over the tip of his cock and I could feel the warm hardness of it, pushing between the cheeks of my bum. He slid his cock-head over my crack for a second before finding his mark. I could feel his swollen knob, a little spongy, but backed by an iron rod as it increased it's pressure on my rosebud. Suddenly I gasped as the head of his cock slid past my entrance and into my rectum. I moved my legs apart a bit further and pushed my ass back to meet him as I arched my back.
Another inch or two of Geoff's cock slid up my bum as I saw my father walking across the parking lot toward his car. As he reached the car door, he turned and looked up. All he could see from there was my head and shoulders with Geoff' standing behind me.
"Wave you little slut." Geoff' said through gritted teeth as he slid another inch or two of his cock into my bowels.
I waved enthusiastically and my father waved back, little knowing that he was watching his baby boy being fucked up the ass by a guy older than his own dad! As my father's car pulled out of the parking lot, Geoff' increased his pace. His hard cock skewering my ass with firm, rhythmic thrusts. He slapped my ass again and moaned as he fucked his cock up me.
I leaned into my fucking with all I had. Lowering my head between my arms I stretched out, pushing my little backside out to meet the thrusts of the older man fucking into me for all he was worth.
Geoff' gripped my hips and pulled me into him as slammed his cock into my bottom.
I was dimly aware that David was snapping away with his camera in the background, but frankly I couldn't care less. It was what I was there for after all. I was fuck meat and that was all I wanted to be!
Geoff's cock began that telltale twitching and he held my hips still against his groin as I could feel his cock begin to shoot it's creamy load into my bowels.
"Oh, fuck, God, shit, fucking take my load you little cunt." He moaned as his seed filled my ass with spurt after spurt. "Oh yeah, that was good, you were so good you little fuck-boy."
I smiled and raised my head as I felt his cock pull out of me, leaving my ass feeling empty and cold as his spunk began to dribble down my legs. I turned and looked down at his cock. It was covered in spunk, lube and a fair amount of my own shit. I looked up at Geoff', half-hoping he wouldn't ask me to lick that off him, but feeling so horny at the thought of taking the mixture into my mouth and cleaning off my man's dick.
"You know what to fucking do bitch." He said and gestured downward with a nod of his head. I sank to my knees, eager to please him and took his softening member between my lips. I took much of his length straight into my mouth and licked around his shaft quickly, removing the mixture of spunk, lube and shit as quickly as I could. I swallowed frequently and, to be honest, I quite liked the taste. The thought of swallowing my own shit was actually worse than doing it. I wondered if the taste of someone else's shit would have been any different and the idea made my own erection even harder. God, was I a fucking little pervert or what???!!!
To be continued... if I get enough requests - let me know what you think... and what you'd do to me if you got the chance!!!