I have seen these guys nude before, many times. They are all hot. They are all well hung. I am a bit drunk, and now a whole lot horny. In the elevator Xavier says “Lets keep partying, who’s room?”
“Not mine, the doctor said Gregory has to get sleep.”
“Not sure I want him partying with us anyway.”
Everybody is drunk, including me. I started the evening convinced that I would not be another Judy Wilkins. Right now, I am thinking, these guys are all hung, and I am horny. Besides, I have instructions from my husband.
Ben pushes me against the wall and starts kissing me. He holds my hands above my head, and I can feel someone reach in between us and undoes the buttons on my skirt.
Ben breaks off, and Ken steps in. My arms are released and I stroke the chiseled naked chest of Ken. My skirt drops to the floor and my top is slipped off my arms. Ken turns me around, and undoes my bra. Someone lifts a foot and removes my shoe, then the other foot.
Ken backs up and Xavier picks me up and places me on the bed. This is all happening a lot faster than I had expected. We have not been in the room more than a couple of minutes and I am naked on the bed surrounded by naked Olympic class runners. I reach down and rub my clit. “Who’s first?”
Xavier speaks up. “I am team captain so I will be first.” He is a tall thin black runner. He spreads my legs, gets down on his knees and rubs my clit. Then he shoves his face in and licks me. Up one side of my labia down the other side, up the middle to my clit. I moan. My clit is like a diamond. Not very large, but hard and sharp. He sucks it into his mouth, rolls it with his tongue. A mini-orgasm grabs me and shakes me. I curl up and moan even louder.
Xavier backs out and Ken steps in. He rubs his 6-inch cock against my clit. Back and forth, down past my opening, back up and his full length past my clit. Xavier climbs onto the bed and shoves his tongue down my throat. I reciprocate. Ben and Xavier each take a nipple, one in his mouth, the other between his fingers. Ken slides inside me. I have another mini-orgasm. I thrash about a bit. I would moan but my mouth is full. All I can manage is a grumbling groan through my nose. I grab the head sucking on my nipple and hold it down. I don’t want this to stop.
Someone pulls my right knee up, then someone else pulls my left knee up. I cannot see who. Ken starts pounding my pussy. I can feel a real orgasm starting to build. Oh God, I can understand why Judy Wilkin did it. If this is going to be a part of my job, I am really going to enjoy it.
Xavier pulls out of the kiss, shuffles up and presents a respectable 7-inch cock to my mouth. I know exactly what to do with it. At university I learned the trick to deep throating a cock. I extend my neck, and force Xavier to shuffle a bit further, then I take it.
Xavier clearly did not expect it to go all the way in. When he is in, he hangs on a bit long and I have to push him out to breathe. Then in again. Now he has the rhythm I need to be able to breath. Ken stiffens up, and my orgasm hits, Ken cums. Blasting his load into me. I curl up, losing Xavier and scream. Everything trembles. My pussy milks Ken for every last drop. I shudder. Everyone stops while I cum. Finally, Ken pulls out releasing a flood of cum onto the bedspread. I collapse. “My god, I have not cum like that since university.”