Putting on the Show, Part 11 By Stevie 4280
"You like putting on a show don't you? You like it I can tell," said the guy leaning his cock into my mouth. He stood on the bed his hands on the low ceiling of the bedroom and rocked rhythmically between my lips. My right hand held my left wrist behind my back and I angled my chin up so his cock could travel the length of my tongue into my throat with every stroke. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the guys against the dresser stroke his cock slowly through the fly of his jeans. A mix of voices told me that there were others watching as well.
"Go deep and hold it there Jimmy. Fuck her throat slow man," said a husky voice and the man did so and I let him.
It was true; I was enjoying giving a show. I let him slip out of my mouth and lifted his cock with my right hand. I slid my tongue down the shaft to his balls and licked, slowly gathering a tongue full of saliva with each pass of my tongue and layering it onto first one testicle then the other. I leaned back and in the glare of the hall light his balls glistened with my saliva.
"God what a cocksucker," a voice said behind me. There were three guys now perched on the dresser to my left. There was someone behind me and I heard a thump that sounded like the open door banging into the wall.
Earlier that evening my date, Don, picked me up at my motel and drove me to the party. It was a Super Bowl party on a rainy Sunday in February. There were a mix of men and women packed into the first-floor apartment of the three-story building I had visited the previous night. The frame building was old, but well kept with a two-bedroom apartment on each floor. After a few drinks Don and I had gone two floors above the party to an apartment on the top floor. We passed his apartment on the second floor and went to the third, where he said it was more private. He led me to an apparently unoccupied bedroom at the back of the apartment. It was furnished with a bed and dresser, no chairs. It had a ceiling that angled steeply down over the bed where we had kissed and I had given him a blowjob. Don had introduced me to a friend of his the night before and now I found myself among several of his friends.
I leaned back into the man in front of me taking a testicle into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue. I rolled it loosely in my mouth then quickened the motion into laps. I did the same to the other then I pulled back and twisted my head slightly to the right and I now saw four guys leaning against the dresser. I slowly tilted my head back and buried my face under his balls and licked back toward his prostate with strong strokes of my tongue. He gasped slightly and one of his hands dropped from the ceiling to the back of my head and pulled me to him. "Go Jimmy," said a voice, and I gathered that that was the name of the man I was with. I recalled we had been introduced earlier. I pushed back with both of my hands on his hipbones and his grip on my head relented. I drew my lips out to the tip of his cock and took him back in my mouth.
"I'm next," someone murmured. A gentle commotion erupted behind me and I distinctly heard a zipper.
I slowly moved my lips up and down the shaft now, stopping each stroke with my nose in his pubic hair and swallowing so my throat muscles would glide over the glans. His ooohhhs with every cycle created a new murmur in the room.
"Jeez she's .....I'm in her throat," said Jimmy, his head tilted to the ceiling. "Jeez," he said, his voice trailing into a hiss.
My lips were moving up and down the shaft by then and I let his cock slide from between my lips with a pop on a couple of occasions, drawing a round of cheers. Then taking it back in my mouth for several more deep strokes. Jimmy was starting to moan now with every motion and his hips trust to meet my lips. I felt a hand on my ass sliding from my hip to my corset and back. I raised a leg quickly to kick away the groping but the hand persisted. I gripped Jimmy's thighs for balance and to guide his cock. The murmur in the room rose with his moans and I began to suck harder with each pull back and Jimmy responded: "Yeah suck me baby, suck me." Then he yelled and I felt a pulse against my tongue and a blast of cum into the back of my throat. He froze and I pulled out to the tip with my lips in a tight circle around his glans as the jets eased to a stream. I titled my head back and let the cum pool in my throat as the tension flowed out of his leg muscles and his hands drifted to my shoulders. I opened my mouth as the last spurt flowed onto my tongue and the room broke into a rabble of cheers and catcalls.
Finally, Jimmy grunted and stepped shakily off the bed to the floor with a thud. I swallowed and the catcalls rose again. "Jesus your hot," he said, gripping my chin with his hand and looking as if he wanted to kiss, then thinking better of it. "That was the greatest" he said stepping away and as I turned with his hand I saw for the first time how big my audience had become.
"Having fun," asked the guy on the end of the dresser stroking his dick.
I gave a timid smile and weighed the troubled I had gotten myself into. I thought I might like a big audience and I had fantasized about serving a group of men. Now it appeared the first was true and the second was about to happen. My mouth was sticky with Jimmy's cum and I could still feel his last ejaculation sliding down my throat and I wanted another. I wanted to make another silky phallus go off against the back of my mouth and here were six, or was it seven.
"Sure," I replied to the guy stroking his dick who had asked if I was having fun. "Are you?" I asked crawling a little backwards on the bed the better to protect myself from groping. The guy next to the speaker had his cock out too and so did the blond in the doorway. He was tallest but I could see little of his cock as he drew his hand back and forth over the glans.
"I'm having a lot of fun watching you and I'd have even more fun in your mouth baby," he said.
I made eye contact with the blond and then the guy beside him rubbing his crotch through his jeans. Then I shifted my gaze to the speaker on the end. "That sounds fun to me too," I said. Hearing that he took his weight off the dresser and quickly kicked off his loafers and stripped to the waist. His cock was maybe six inches long and it was obvious he wasn't going to be holding back so I wasn't even going to try.
He stepped onto the bed and put one hand on the ceiling and with the other took my shoulder and guided me to his cock and I slipped it right into my mouth. I started a slow rhythm up and down the shaft. I had sucked him for maybe a minute when he reached both hands to the back of my head and thrust into my throat. The sudden motion almost gagged me and I pushed back on his thighs and he eased. After a couple of more shallow bobs I eased down giving him what he wanted, taking his cock into my throat and gently swallowing and massaging the glans with my throat muscles. He let out some low groans that continued as his cum splashed into my throat. He pulled my head back to catch the last of his cum on my tongue. His was ropy and felt like lotion on my lips as he pulled away.
Before he was off the bed, the guy who had stood beside him was in action, ripping off his pants. He lay on the bed, across the width and took my hand pulling me gently to him. "Come on baby and try this," he said stroking his cock.
He had a fat cock. I dropped my lips over it and with a couple of test passes and it fit nicely. He had a sweet, freshly showered taste. His downy pubic hair tickled my nose and I was stunned to feel his balls were completely hairless. I moistened his cock and balls with my saliva and probably some cum from his two friends. I popped the cock out of my mouth, which won a round of huzzahs from the group, and began licking his naked balls. They felt so smooth and sexy in my mouth. I discovered I loved sucking a shaven man. I took each ball in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue over and over, then flapjack, then lap after lap. I slipped a finger between his legs and began massaging his prostate. As I lifted my head I trickled some saliva onto my hand and funneled it with my index and middle fingers toward his prostate and rubbed harder.
"Damn baby," he said sliding a hand to my thigh and into the crack of my ass. I twisted away and dropped hard onto his cock. "God," he groaned and I rubbed harder and bobbed faster. He came with a long curse: "Fuuuuuuuuuucccck." I massaged his balls gently as he spurted into my mouth. When he finally finished I lifted my head and swallowed.
That's when I saw the other four guys in the room all had their pants off and their cocks in their hands, stroking. I was really enjoying this. The guy I had just sucked off was getting slowly off the bed in front of me. Smiling wide I leaned on his shoulders and asked him if his friends were impatient. Pausing to look at the group he turned to me and said "God yes. You're mouth's better than pussy."
The next one came quickly. He only had his briefs to his knees when he stepped onto the bed, standing, and one hand on the ceiling. Several slow thrusts of my lips and he shuddered and my mouth began to fill with cum. Another one had me scoot to the edge of the bed and sit while he stood on the floor. I took him into my throat a couple of times and he pulled back and jacked off into my open mouth.
The next one got completely naked and asked if he could back me up against the headboard. The old bed had a pealing veneer headboard of some dark wood. His cock was average and my throat loose so I said Ok and the bed creaked noisily as I scooted to the headboard. He crawled to me, walking his hands up the wall until his phallus was at my lips. I adjusted the pillows and looked up to him, lips together, teeth apart I was prepared as he pressed himself into my mouth. He was gentle and I was correct the cock wasn't large. It brushed the back of my mouth with every thrust. I let saliva dribble from my lips and caught it with my hand to message his balls. My other hand went around his hips hugging him to me as he fucked my face. The gesture brought cat calls from the guys still in the room and I immediately worried if I might be setting myself up for trouble if only one or two were left. But a flood of cum hitting my throat interrupted the thought.
He pulled away and the blond guy stood eagerly at the edge of the bed. Even held in his fist, I could tell his was a big cock. Long and slender. Without saying a word, the guy reached for my arm and pulled me to the edge of the bed and stuffed his cock in my mouth. From that angle, me lying flat with my head at the edge of the bed, his cock quickly slid to my throat. The angle combined with cum still flowing down my throat almost gagged me and I pulled back quickly.
"Come on baby, you'll see its really cool," said the guy coaxing me back. "Come on girly," he said and he kept calling me a "girly."
With that I became aware, as I'm sure everyone else already was, that my cock was swollen. Even in panties, which held me tightly, I was obviously aroused and I knew the slightest touch could set me off. He reached for my crotch and I twisted away. "No," I pleaded. "I'll do what you want," I said cowering away from his hand. In truth I had wanted to experiment with throating a big cock like he was suggesting, but with my panties off I would be more exposed than ever and I was beginning to wonder where everyone had gone. I didn't want to be raped. There was some protection in a crowd. Besides the man in front of me, there was only one other in the room and I had seen a guy pass in the hall. Don, the man who I had arrived with, was nowhere to be seen.
"Sure girly, come here," he said reaching for me again and pressing my shoulders to the bed.
I tilted my head to him and he slowly pushed into me, past my lips, tongue and into my throat. I turned my head and laid back so his balls brushed my cheek and nose and slowly he began to move. I held my breath as his cock traveled into my throat and breathed as he pulled back. Slowly he rocked, then more quickly and I relaxed my throat consciously. Wider I thought, wider, wider and gradually the sensation grew warm and exciting and then he began cumming. I gagged at first, rose on my elbow and coughed. The cock popped out of my mouth and he stroked it into my face as I pulled back against the headboard. Cum splashed over my nose. "Open up girly," he shouted as I twisted away, but with no where to go I opened my mouth for the last of his stream. Cum spilled over my lips and onto my neck and corset. He slapped his cock on my lower lip and cheeks then told me to stick out my tongue and take his last few drops, which I did.
He grabbed his clothes and left. No one was in the room now and the place seemed oddly quiet. I heard a television somewhere but no voices. No doors closing or even cars in the street, only soft rain. I should have heard something. Don had never reappeared.
I got up and went to the bathroom. The clock there said 9 p.m. I had been there since 4. I cleaned up, redid my makeup and lips and went back to the bedroom for my skirt, blouse and coat. Coming out of the bedroom I smelled a cigarette and I went cautiously down the hall following the odor. From the hall I could see into the living room where a man sat alone, smoking, watching the television with the sound off.
"Hi," he said casually. "Have a seat," he offered scooting to the side and offering me a place. "Can I get you something, a glass of wine, beer? I think we've got some scotch too, or maybe its rum."
It was one of the guys leaning on the dresser. The third guy. He was keeping an eye on the television then appeared satisfied with what he saw and looked quickly to me as I crossed the room and sat, folding a leg beneath me and sitting at an angle. The television was visible to him over my shoulder. His chin was smooth and he had a tattoo that I hadn't noticed earlier. It peaked from beneath the sleeve of his T-shirt.
"Wine would be nice," I said.
"White or red?" he asked getting to his feet.
"Red" I replied.
The room was furnished like college housing. Mismatched chairs and couches on spotted carpet arranged around a television and some coffee tables. He put his cigarette in an ashtray and left the room in sock feet. I noticed he filled his jeans very nicely and I recalled his smooth shaven scrotum and the feel of his testicles in my mouth. He returned with the wine and sat down again picking up his smoke. He drew on the cigarette and let the smoke out in a lazy stream. He held out the pack and I waved it off.
"Allen is my name. What's yours?" he said.
"Stevie," I replied.
"You dress all the time?" Allen asked.
"Occasionally. Usually on weekends and when I feel like it."
"You look great," he said.
"Thanks," I said, sipping the wine. It burned a bit as I swallowed. The mild abrasions my throat had suffered made it tender, almost like a coming cold. I took another sip and felt soothed.
"I've never had an orgasm like that before," he said.
I didn't reply.
"That was something else."
I remained silent, but remembered the feel of his testicles in my mouth and how the smooth skin folded and molded under pressure from my tongue.
"You know that hand on your ass you tried to kick away?" he asked.
I nodded as I sipped from my wine again.
"That was mine," he said stubbing out his smoke.
I smiled, but said nothing.
"You like to fuck too?"
His eyes were locked on mine and in an instant I knew how I would answer. His smoking, the wine, his frank tone of voice was all so appealing. After what I had done that evening it was apparent to Allen I was queer beyond the point of denial and so I nodded.
"I'd sure like to end the evening with you in my bed," he said.
What began as a lark was taking a remarkable turn and one that made me a little panicky. I had had sex with four men until then and in the course of a single weekend I had tripled that number. I had licked and sucked a husband and wife and nine total strangers and shown off my lust with out care. It was late on a Sunday night and there was no way I could make it to my 9 a.m. Monday seminar at a campus six hours away. I was without my car, stranded in a dismal apartment in an unfamiliar city and being propositioned by a man I didn't know. And then I had a brilliant thought.
"Let's drive to my motel," I said.
He spent most of the drive with a hand on my knee and one on the wheel, easing his Jeep through the streets. His name was Allen Smith, which surprised me but I kept to myself that that was also my last name. He told me had been married briefly and enjoyed sex with women and oral sex with men. I was the first transvestite he had ever met. He worked a night shift at a Boeing plant and was studying for an MBA so he shared an apartment with Jimmy near campus to cut his commute time and costs. I didn't tell him much about myself, other than I too was studying for an MBA. He said nothing about my exploits of earlier that evening.
Once in the hotel parking lot he kissed me and I returned the kiss and sucked gently on his tongue when offered. Despite the dampness outside his hands were warm and I enjoyed them under my skirt, cupping my hips. He lifted me toward him as if to put me in his lap and I protested mildly. "I've got a key you know."
He laughed and said to give it to him, which I did.
Walking with his arm around my waist felt remarkably good. In heels I was nearly his height. He was older than I was. When we arrived at the door to my room, I turned, my back to the wall to the left of the door and I lifted my right foot and planted it against the wall, offering him a view of leg and stocking as his right hand unlocked the door. He pressed his body against mine and kissed me hard, pressing my head to the wall. His left hand slid up my thigh, past my stocking top and cupped my hip in what had become a familiar fashion.
Once in the room, I went to the bathroom to pee and fix my lips and makeup. I emerged to find Allen naked on the bed; head raised on one hand and cock hard in his other. I had left my skirt and blouse on the hook on the bathroom door and he smiled at what must have been a familiar view of me in corset and stockings. I kissed him and pushed his hand off his cock. His hand went immediately to my shoulder and pressed me gently to his waist. He didn't use force really, or not that I perceived. We were eager and I wanted him more than I imagined. The trip to the motel was a ploy to get back to my car and comfortable surroundings. Intercourse had seemed like the price I would have to pay to get there. Now it was the only thing I wanted.
I brushed my lips over his downy pubic hair again and kissed his cock and hairless balls. I moistened his cock and balls with my saliva as I had done earlier in the evening and began to gently suck him. There was no false start. No timid licking. My mouth was there all at once for him and his cock could have been 200 degrees hot. I had no idea other than it filled me with heat. With every pass my lips fell deeper onto him until I buried my nose in his pubic hair.
I didn't resist when he pulled my hips to his lips and tugged my panties aside. His tongue became a patient teacher coaxing me hard then sizzling like a skillet on my balls. He moistened a finger and began rubbing beneath my balls and inching into to my ass, like a birthday candle growing into a forest fire.
I pulled away from his cock, twisted on the bed to the nightstand. I held his head to my crotch with one hand and reached into the drawer on the nightstand with the other to find a condom and some lubricant I had put there. I opened the condom and popped it into my mouth and dropped back to his cock. I rolled the condom on with my lips in three or four thrusts. He pulled away and grabbed my hips twisting me onto my back and lifting my hips to him. He applied lubricant and entered slowly and eased deeper. His thrusts began at the opening of my anus and traveled deeply on each pass. The width of his cock was startling and gradually blended into the familiar. I soon had a leg crooked over his shoulder, pushing him away, but he leaned into me so that I felt I was playing him in and out of me at exactly my own speed. Fast, now slow, regular as a clock and I was always knowing where he would be inside me and it went on and on and on until we went off. Allen quickened and the clock broke and cum streamed out of my cock, swollen, tender and hot. Allen grunted and I felt his cock pulse and the condom fill against the walls of my ass. My cum spilled across my corset and then it all stopped.
He eased into my arms and we kissed. I could feel his belly against my sticky crotch. He didn't mind and kept his cock in me until it softened and slipped out. We slept.
I awoke to the sound of the door closing. Allen's note said he was getting coffee and breakfast. I quickly showered and remade my face and hair. I put on a black waist cincher, thong, thigh high stockings and my ankle-strap heels. I wore a thigh-length sheer robe, but didn't bother with a bra or false breasts. When he returned we ate muffins and he screwed me again, this time standing, bent at the waist at the same time he massaged my cock in rhythm to the pounding he gave my ass. My orgasm dripped down my stockings.
I booked the room for a fourth night and he suggested we take a drive to the coast for lunch. We walked on the beach. The lunch waitress kept watching me. We parked at an isolated ocean side park and I gave Allen a blowjob while the rain fell outside. The patter on the roof was sexy and comforting. Back at the motel, Allen napped while I showered and dressed for the evening, this time in a blue satin corset and black stockings under a black lace mini dress, my most elegant outfit. We went out for drinks at a gay bar and then back to my room where Allen sucked me off, then fucked me on the bed. Then he showered and left for the start of his shift at Boeing. I slept soundly and drove back to my campus and my regular life the next day.
Allen and I met several more times and remain friends, although we are no longer lovers. He is now married and working in aerospace in Los Angeles. I have serviced other groups of guys, but never so many as that February night and I have never given a cock-sucking show again. That was by far, the most outrageous weekend of sex in my life.
Thank you for reading. I welcome comments and conversation. Please write to stevie4280@hotmail.com.