Two for One

I passed by several times, on several different days, before finding the courage to go in. It wasn't the courage to face some personal demon that I needed, just the kind of everyday bravery necessary to face old friends going through a sad time. The store was closing. I'd read about it in the newspaper first, and then got the inside story from a girlfriend of mine who still worked there.

Reynolds Brothers was an institution. In business since the 40's, it was the only department store still downtown, with all the others moving to suburban malls decades before. And not only that, the Reynolds family still owned and ran the place. It was the third generation now, with brothers Jeff and James still providing good jobs, still offering credit to local families, and still placing special orders, whether for that prom dress for Tiffany or just the right chairs to match Mrs. Jones' dining table.

I had worked there during my freshman and sophomore years, full time in the summers and part time during classes, before having to quit this past year when I got the internship I needed for my major (communications, if you're curious). They'd been incredibly supportive of me, and it was truly sad to think of the business coming to an end. And in case you're thinking it was the typical case of an old family business falling prey to big box stores, I should set the record straight.

Turns out, the city had been trying for quite a while to buy the family out. Successful as the store was, the old downtown was crumbling around it, and the city had developed a plan to turn the whole area into a thriving new district - with the cornerstone being nightclubs and condos rather than traditional old department stores. And especially since the Reynolds building was a historic treasure in great condition, the city was eager to market that site in particular to trendy new businesses. The pressure finally became too much, and the family decided to go ahead with a sale to the city for a fair market value.

At first, some members of the family pushed to keep the business going, relocating somewhere else in town. But in the end, my girlfriend shared with me, Jeff and James agreed that they'd rather quit while they were ahead, put away nest eggs for themselves, and pursue other dreams they'd long ago left to simmer on the back burner. Too old to re-start the business in a new location, but still young enough to start fresh with new adventures.

So that brings us to yesterday, when I stood outside the store, unable to actually see in the windows because of the sea of banners declaring 'going out of business' and 'everything must go' sales. My inner shopper, sensing the great deals that awaited me, finally overtook any trepidation about confronting the long faces inside, and I entered through the revolving door.

I chatted with several old friends before finally finding my way to the clearance racks in women's clothes. It was already late - about 20 minutes before closing time, so I knew I'd need to move fast if I actually hoped to take advantage of any deals. Wow, 70% off, they really did want to sell off all this merchandise fast! I had gathered several items and was heading for the dressing room when I noticed Jeff and James walking by.

"Hey, guys! You probably knew I couldn't stay away, huh?"

"Hi Katrina, great to see you again," Jeff replied with a smile.

They peppered me with proud former employer questions before I finally got a word in edgewise. "Um, if you guys want to close on time, I'd better start trying some of these things on?"

James looked at his watch, and replied, "Wow, you're right, didn't realize how late it is!"

"I'm happy to keep talking - hey, in fact, have a seat, and I'll show you what I've picked out!" I disappeared into the dressing room to try on the first of many outfits, and they sat down a few feet away, close enough that we could keep chatting.

The first outfit was a red sweater set with designer jeans, the next a sheer black top and long flowing skirt. They were asking now about my internship, and as I excitedly shared the details with them, I was surprised to realize that I was enjoying the experience of modeling for them. I tried to push the thought away as we continued our conversation, but soon it was impossible. I was suddenly more focused on their chiseled features then on their conversation, and more interested in whether their eyes traced my curves than whether the outfits were a good deal.

What happened next just made things worse. The girlfriend I mentioned earlier, an old friend who still worked at the store, walked by and greeted me as she would if we met on campus, "Hey, Hurricane!"

I blushed, James gave me a puzzled look, and I disappeared into the dressing room again, this time with a dress. I knew what was coming, and held my breath as I waited for it.

"Hurricane? I don't remember you having that nickname?"

"Yeah, well, it's something that I, um, picked up on campus this year."

"Because your name is Katrina?"

"Yeah, that's it, because of my name."

"That can't be the only reason, though, right?" Jeff was pressing the issue.

"Well, no, it's also because I like the drink. Which was discovered at a frat party not too long ago, when I had a few too many..."

I let my voice trail off, realizing I'd already said too much. These guys loved to tease - and I knew now they wouldn't let this one go until they had the whole truth. I remained in the dressing room while my former bosses wished my former coworkers a good evening, assuring them that they could head home, that they would take care of me, the last customer.

The voices trailed off as people walked away, and after a few moments of silence, James picked up the conversation where Jeff had left off. "And did, um, something happen once you'd had a few too many hurricanes?"

"No comment," I said as I emerged from the small room and showed off the form-fitting dress I'd finally managed to zip up myself in the back.

"Ah, we can't let you off that easy. Come on, you know you want to tell us!"

"Um, really, no I don't! How do you like this dress?"

"Nice, and I hear you can get it for a great price. But back to the topic - hurricane?"

"Nope, not sharing." I went back into the dressing room. "You may not be my bosses anymore, but it's still way too inappropriate to.... OUCH!"

"What, what's wrong?"

"I was trying to unzip this dress, and my hair got caught!"

"Come on out, we can help!"

I came out of the room, gave Jeff a sheepish grin, and turned my back to him, presenting him with the zipper. It was silly to try to reach it myself - it was one of those dresses with a zipper in the back which reaches all the way from the neckline to the small of the back. And with long blonde hair like mine, a zipper could be a dangerous proposition! I scooped what I could of my hair into a ponytail as Jeff grabbed the zipper and gave it a firm tug. No luck on the first few tries, but then...

When he finally did get the zipper to budge, it completely unzipped in one fast motion. My first reaction was pain, as a few dozen hairs were yanked out of my head. When I recovered, my eyes met James', and I realized two things: Jeff's hand wasn't moving from the small of my back where it had landed, and the fabric of the dress was slipping, slipping, so that I would have to move quickly to avoid flashing these guys.

Instinctively, I turned towards Jeff. At the same moment, he shifted as well, so that his hand ended up grazing my breast. I blushed, fumbled with the fabric, and lost my handle on it, leaving me completely exposed as I stood in front of the two men. I'm sure my mind should have gone elsewhere, but again, all I could think of was how attractive they were. And I could guess that they were wondering whether, since I clearly hadn't worn a bra, I was also not wearing panties?

As I watched them watching me, two 40-something brothers, handsome in their confident success, I decided there was only one way to break the silence. "Well, since we've already crossed a few lines, do you want the 'hurricane' story now?"

Jason replied with a wink, "As long as you can tell it without covering up those beautiful breasts of yours!"

"Oh, don't worry. In fact, I think I'll slip out of this dress altogether - it's not quite the fit I was looking for."

I slithered out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor around my feet, and was now standing before them in just my black thong panties and heels.

"Well, I don't remember the night very clearly myself, but apparently once I'd enjoyed a few hurricanes, I offered a certain service to some of the guys at the frat party, and it quickly got around campus that I can really blow. I don't remember how many guys it was, but I do know I enjoyed myself."

"Wow. I think we're going to need to see this for ourselves."

"Works for me!" I dropped to my knees as they scrambled to unzip their slacks, letting them slide to their knees, and present me with their half-hard cocks. Positioning myself between them, I grabbed a cock in each hand and began stroking, while I took turns taking each of them into my mouth. Fleeting thoughts entered and left my head - were all of the other employees actually gone, or could someone still be watching us? How amazing was it that I was on my knees, pleasuring these two men who had just a year ago been my bosses! But I couldn't focus on anything but the task at hand.

After a few minutes, they were pounding into me, each man taking his turn to fill my throat with his bulging cock before watching his brother do the same. Their praises only served to make me work harder - god, you can take it so deep - yes, Katrina, that's it, suck me off! Their hands began to explore what they could reach of my body, fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples, stroking my shoulders.

Jeff was the first to approach orgasm, so I focused my attention on his cock as James pulled my hair into a ponytail and encouraged my motions on his brother. I licked slowly from his balls to the tip of his cock a few times, then spit onto his shaft and began a fast, smooth motion, sucking firmly on the last few inches of his shaft as I also used my hands to fondle his cock and balls.

After about a minute of my expert treatment, he pulled out of my mouth, and with a shout, shot his load into my open mouth, his cum dripping down my chin and landing with a splat on my breast. Throughout Jeff's orgasm, James had continued to stroke his own cock, and now he watched eagerly as I massaged the cum into my breasts, leaving them glistening in the bright lights of the store.

Once Jeff had recovered, he made a suggestion. "Perhaps we should move things to a more suitable department in the store?"

Eager to get off my knees, I quickly agreed, and led the two men up the escalator to the second floor, where we found ourselves in the furniture department. The entire floor offered possibilities - from sofas and beds to chairs and tables - but I made what struck me as a sexy choice, heading for the corner of the room where there was a pool table as part of a display of rec room furniture.

James climbed on to the table and sat down, his cock still rock hard and jutting up from his body. I joined him on the table, positioned myself on all fours above him, and once again began giving him the expert attention of my mouth. Meanwhile, Jeff stood at the edge of the table behind me and began exploring my sex with his fingers. First on top of my panties, and then moving them aside, his fingers traced from my inner thighs to my already-dripping pussy.

I began to pant in pleasure at his touch, and truly lost control when he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Before long, I was crying out, and could no longer keep James' cock in my mouth. He quickly found a suitable punishment, pulling me forward and forcing his cock into my pussy before his brother could bring me to orgasm with his tongue. I whimpered, then deeply moaned, as he filled me more completely than I had ever been filled before.

As I began to ride him, he grabbed my breasts firmly, squeezing and kneading them as I encouraged him. "Yes, that's it, fuck me harder, harder!"

Before I had a chance to think about what might be coming next, Jeff climbed onto the table and I felt his warmth as he approached me from behind. James pulled me towards him, and as our nipples touched, I quickly learned of Jeff's plan - he was going to take me in the ass! I had never had a cock in my ass before, much less been double-penetrated, but any fear of pain I may have had was very much overwhelmed by the excitement of the situation.

James slowed his motions in and out of my pussy long enough to give Jeff a chance to press into me. I squealed as he took what seemed like minutes to completely fill my ass with his hard cock. Both men waited for me to adjust to the fullness of penetration, in fact allowing me to be the one to begin our motions once again. Once I was ready, I began rotating my hips, encouraging them, until finally they were both pounding in and out of me.

It wasn't long before I exploded with the most powerful orgasm of my life. I could feel my muscles clenching and my juices oozing out of my pussy as the two men continued to fuck me relentlessly. I had just barely come down from my high, just barely remembered where I was, when they both pulled out of me and shifted our position one last time. I quickly found myself on my back, my head dangling over the edge of the pool table, with the men now standing on the floor, one on each side.

They stroked themselves furiously for a few moments more before finally covering me in their cum. Exhausted, I caught as much as I could in my mouth, but much of the sticky goo landed elsewhere - on my cheeks, in my hair, on my breasts. It took quite a while to get myself cleaned up, but the mess was well worth it - best time of my young life.

Over the next few days, I got lots of complements on my new clothes, and I was happy to encourage my friends to visit the store and take advantage of must-sell pricing. What I kept to myself, though, behind a coy smile, was the great two-for-one bargain I'd gotten.

He Said, She Said

His cubicle was just across from mine. On a normal day, I would tune out his stories. But today, I was curious, and couldn't help but listen. Would last night's experience become part of his lexicon of lust? Would I become one of the nameless conquests he bragged of to anyone who would listen? Needless to say, the answer was yes. What follows is my account of what happened, with his version of events interjected here and there. Since his tall tale is already spreading like wildfire, it's the least I can do to try to set the record straight.

*******

Another day at the office, another story from Derwin. In his cubicle, he'd manage to steer every work-related phone call off the rails into a discussion of his vast experiences. On a short break, or over a long lunch hour, he would position himself at the water cooler, ready to share his exploits with anyone who would listen, but especially with any pretty girl who happened to walk by. Delwood really was quite the legend in his own mind, regailing us with ever-more impressive stories of sexual conquests, each one less believable than the last.

His name wasn't actually Derwin or Delwood, I should clarify. It was Darren. Something about him reminded me of the character in the old TV series 'Bewitched', just enough that I had taken to playing with his name, both in my own head and when joking about him with others at work. I'm not sure what it was - whether that he never seemed to feel comfortable in his own skin, that he was a bit of a skinny and bumbling guy, or just the name 'Darren' itself. Anyway, it had actually become quite a bad habit - I sometimes just caught myself before calling him the wrong name!

Anyway, yesterday's tale had something to do with two, wait, no, three, beautiful women who lived in his apartment building. According to Darnell, they often hung out in the building courtyard late at night in their negligees, where he just happened to run into them on occasion. Recently, they had shared with him pictures of their latest lesbian orgy, and invited him to join them.

Right. What does he do, find this stuff on the internet each morning before coming to work? Does he actually think I'm falling for this? But I smile and nod, feigning doe-eyed trust, fighting the urge to giggle. First it was his seduction of the entire cheerleading squad in high school, and now he has half-naked lesbians chasing him around his apartment building in the middle of the night.

I decided it was finally time to have some fun with this. I called his bluff. Just as he brought his exciting tale to a close, I asked if he'd like to meet for a drink after work. He agreed. Little did he know, I planned to invite my roommate as well. We were completely different types - Jessie being dark and voluptuous, me blonde and svelte - but nobody would deny we were each sexy in our own way. We'd just see how confident he was when confronted with two hotties at once. Should be worth at least a chuckle to watch him squirm.

*******

Wow, Karen looks hot today. I love the way that sweater clings to her - I don't think she realizes I'm watching her breasts move as she breathes. And she's really hanging on every line of this story, obviously impressed that I kept my cool when talking with those three lesbians in my building.

"So, um, Darren, would you like to meet me for a drink after work tonight?"

"Sure, great, Karen, that sounds like fun. How about 6:30, that should give you time to get home and freshen up," I replied with a wink, before heading back to my desk.

Always nice to remind her who's boss - I would be ready for that drink anytime, but knew she'd need time to prepare. Once back in my cubicle, I pumped my fist. Finally - I knew I'd win her over!

*******

Jessie thought my plan was a great one - we'd both had a tough day at work, and it should be a fun way to unwind, teasing Darren over a few drinks. We met at our apartment after work, picked out our sexiest outfits, and hurried to the bar, hoping to be settled, laughing casually over our drinks, when he arrived.

We chose a couple of seats at the bar in plain view of the door. I was wearing my favorite little black dress, short to show off my legs and low-cut to emphasize cleavage. Jessie was wearing a black sweater that clung to her curves and designer jeans that fit her like a second skin. I kept my eye on the door, ready to toss my hair back and trace my leg suggestively with one finger, a gesture sure to intimidate my poor co-worker.

He was right on time. As he walked across the bar towards us, I had to admit that he was not at all unattractive. He had changed from the square suit he always wore to work to more casual attire, a shirt and khakis, and looked much more relaxed than I was used to seeing him. And though he was still a little skinny for my tastes, I noticed that Jessie did a double-take as well. OK, OK, so he cleaned up alright.

But much to my delight, he did seem nervous, distracted even, as he joined us. I knew it - the cheerleading squad, the late-night lesbians - these were the exaggerated stories of an insecure man. I motioned to the bartender to bring him a beer, and we started talking, Jessie and I playing up our sexiness, touching each other as much as possible, giggling at inside jokes. We'd have him backing away, calling it a night, in no time.

*******

Wow, this must be my lucky day. Not only was Karen here, looking hotter than ever, but she had brought a friend along - what's the story here? Maybe Karen goes home at night and talks me up to her roommate, who insisted that she set us up? Maybe Karen's interested in me, but brought her roommate along to check me out before agreeing to go out with me alone? I never have known what makes women tick, especially since they rarely share what's truly on their minds.

A few more swigs of my beer, and it's pretty clear that they're both flirting with me. Are they competing for my attentions? How will I ever find the time to go out with both of them individually, and how awkward that could be, with them being roommates. Or, wait, maybe they actually want to go at it as a threesome? I lose myself in this daydream for a while, pretending to listen as the alcohol begins to take effect and they start babbling and giggling even more than before.

In fact, I was watching them, studying their bodies. Karen's I'm already quite familiar with. I've made it through many boring meetings at the office ogling her smallish but perfectly perky tits. And her long legs, not an ounce of fat, oh yeah, would love to have those wrapped around me. Before I sound like a total pig, she really does have a pretty face to go along with her hot body - her big blue eyes, all that gorgeous wavy blonde hair.

Jessie's a totally different type, but equally hot. Man, the curves on that one - big round tits, at least a C cup, a perfect round ass. And next to Karen's fair skin and light hair, her dark features really stood out - olive skin, dark brown hair and big deep brown eyes. Quite a pair - I'd enjoyed quite a few threesomes, but never before had an opportunity to be with two women quite this hot, in such different ways.

I'd better let them drive the situation - just in case I was letting my cock do my thinking for me. As I said before, I never can be sure what women are really thinking. Even with the drinks and all the flirting, maybe they didn't really have any intention of taking this further, at least on this particular night. I'd better tune back in, though - they probably think I've been listening and might expect me to remember something of this conversation.

*******

I decided it was time for us to make our move, before I'd had too many drinks to keep control of the situation. Certain that Darren would back out at the last minute, I broke the small talk with a powerful suggestion.

"So, Darren, how'd you like to come home with us? You up for it?"

My question seems to bring him quickly out of a daydream. "Um, yes - I mean, hell yeah!"

I was surprised, and took a moment to gulp, wondering what I'd gotten us into, but quickly regain my composure. "Well, then, stud, why don't you go hail us a cab!"

His departure gave me a moment to collect my thoughts and share them with Jessie. "Hmm, don't worry, I'm sure he's going to back out once he gets us home. You OK to keep playing along for a little while longer?"

Always a good sport, especially when she's tipsy, Jessie replied, "Of course, Karen. I'm having a great time. Don't you worry about me!"

A few minutes later, we were in our apartment. We all took off our shoes, I lit a few candles, and Jessie turned on the stereo. As music filled the room, Darren sat down on the sofa, put his feet up on the coffee table, and put his hands behind his head, a defiant gesture of making himself at home, obviously not ready to leave. Fine, then. It was time to pull out all the stops, if I wanted to win this battle of the wills.

I motioned with one finger for Jessie to come towards me, and we began dancing to the music, putting on a silly show for Darren. Before long, our hands were roaming over one another's bodies. It had begun as a prank, and I'd never been this intimate with another woman, but somehow it felt very natural - gee, how many drinks had I had, exactly? I glanced at Darren, who continued to sit motionless on the sofa. Well, at least I'd been right about him - he wasn't exactly jumping into the action!

Before I knew it, Jessie had unzipped my dress and her fingers were tugging at the fabric, pulling it down until it slipped from my shoulders, exposing my chest to her. I made no effort to stop her as she began fondling my breasts, and arched my back in pleasure as she bent down to take one of my nipples into her mouth. I was shocked at how much I was enjoying her touch, and now began to explore her skin more aggressively. Darren was now the least of my worries, as I focused my attention entirely on Jessie.

*******

God, I'm a lucky guy. Here I am, my first date with Karen turning into a live lesbian porno before my eyes as I watch her and her roommate go at it. And they seem so earnest, you'd almost think they've never done something like this before! What a rare opportunity, two hotties going at it right in front of me, asking nothing of me but to relax on the sofa and watch.

I couldn't last like this, though. After a few minutes, my hardening cock was pressing uncomfortably in my khakis, and I shifted my weight on the sofa. When Karen reached down Jessie's unbuttoned fly and received a satisfied moan in return, I couldn't help but to begin stroking myself. As they began to peel off more layers of clothing, still paying no attention to me whatsoever, I quickly and quietly did the same.

When Jessie slipped two fingers inside of Karen, I imagined what it would be like for my cock to take their place, and my hand began moving faster on my cock. As Karen's moans started to come more quickly, I decided it was time to make my move. As great as this was to watch, it was time for these hotties to focus a little attention in my direction.

*******

I jumped as I felt Darren - naked, his hard cock pressing into the small of my back - come up behind me. But I'm too far gone to object, to worry about my failed prank, as he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing my tits as Jessie continued to finger my pussy. She let out a satisfied little squeal as she looked up to see that our twosome had just become a threesome, but didn't lose a beat in pleasuring me.

Just as I approached orgasm, Darren took control with two simple words whispered in my ear, "My turn."

I turned around, dropped to my knees, and took his big, hard cock into my mouth. Slowly, I managed to take in his entire length, until I almost gagged, before I started moving up and down on him. Jessie knelt beside me and fondled his balls. After a few more strokes, Darren pulled out of me and plunged forcefully into Jessie's mouth, while I looked up at him with my big blue eyes full of lust, one hand dropping to my clit.

We continued to pleasure him with our mouths for a few minutes more, until he finally lifted us up from our knees and encouraged us to move over to the sofa. With surprising strength, he picked me up easily and guided his hard cock into my pussy as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Once inside me, he lowered us onto the sofa, and began a slow and steady rhythm, filling me completely with each stroke. Jessie sat down next to us, her legs spread wide, and began fingering herself as she watched Darren fuck me.

After a few minutes, we reversed our roles, Darren switching over to Jessie's eager, dripping pussy, as I fondled his balls with one hand and my clit with the other. Close as I was to orgasm while he was fucking me, the whole scene now overwhelmed me, and I writhed in pleasure against the sofa cushions as he continued to fuck Jessie - harder and faster now.

*******

When Karen came, sitting next to us on the sofa, it seemed to put Jessie over the edge as well, and I could feel her juices coating my cock, her muscles clenching around me, as I continued to thrust in and out of her. After riding out her orgasm, I decided it was time to shift positions once again. Both women stood up, and I sat in the middle of the sofa, my cock still hard and ready for more action.

Karen eagerly took advantage first, straddling me and lowering herself down until my cock filled her pussy. She was tighter than Jessie, and the feeling was incredible as she began to rotate her hips, then bob up and down on me. Meanwhile, Jessie stood on the sofa, spreading her legs to give me access to finger her. She moaned as I stuffed three fingers deep into her pussy, and hissed at me to fuck Karen even harder.

Karen and Jessie exchanged positions, and I pounded Jessie's pussy even harder now, as Karen positioned herself close enough that I could lick her clit. Her scent was powerful as she arched her back, pressing into my face. I could tell she was close to another orgasm as her juices began trickling down my chin, and I wanted to cum with her, my cock buried in her tight little pussy.
I gently pushed Jessie off, and they switched positions once more. I grabbed Jessie by the ass as she sat on my face, licking from her pussy to her clit as Karen once again took my cock into her throbbing pussy. It wasn't long before we once again reached a fast and furious pace, my balls slapping against her skin with each powerful thrust. Even as wet as she was, the tightness was still phenomenal, and I could no longer hold back.

She stopped her up-and-down motions as I shot my load deep inside of her, triggering her own orgasm. We remained in this position, her pussy still clenching, throbbing against my cock, as I focused my attention on Jessie's clit for a few moments more. She finally came as well, once again covering my face with her juices.

*******

OK, OK, so I was wrong, I thought to myself the next morning as I passed Darren at the water cooler. So he really was all that, and most of his stories were probably true. But frankly it was hard to care about being wrong after such a great night.

And yes, he was telling someone about last night. But I knew he'd never use my name - and more importantly, I knew that nobody would believe him. I smiled to myself as I walked back to my desk and sat down, gingerly, still a little sore from the wild ride the night before.

XLIII

It was an old story, I know. The young woman who's struggling to pay her way through college. Realizes that she can make a pile of cash quickly if she's willing to take advantage of all of her assets. Great multi-tasking and organizational skills only got her 10 bucks an hour working in an office. But a little T&A could bring much more, and she'd have plenty of time for studying the rest of the week.

It really doesn't matter what brought me to this point. So I got in a little over my head with credit cards. So my parents hadn't helped out with expenses as much as I'd expected them to. So I'd loaned money to a friend when I should have been paying my rent. The point was, my back was against the wall, and I didn't see any other alternative.

By the time my Super Bowl job rolled around, I was actually starting to feel comfortable stripping. I had set a lot of rules for myself. I was careful about where I advertised. I did enough research to know where I should price myself - high enough to get respect, but not so high that guys felt entitled to more than just a show. And even though I was very secretive about my new line of work, I had one friend who always knew when I was out on a job. She knew where I'd be, and if I didn't call her by a certain time, she'd know to send help.

And I have to admit that I'd actually had fun investing in the, um, supplies, I needed to do this work. There was the wardrobe, there was the makeup, there were the accessories - all of which were out of character with my day-to-day life. Don't get me wrong, I am smokin' hot, if I may say so myself. I'm 5'7" with perfect legs and a 34C rack to match. My soft red hair cascades in natural curls down to my shoulders, framing my pretty face, my most prominent features being my big green eyes and full, pouty lips.

But I was the typical college student when it came to my clothes - Big State sweatshirt, jeans, hair tied up in a ponytail for class each day. So it was quite an adventure, my time spent at a few different lingerie shops, picking out matching bra and panty sets, a few teddies, garters, and fishnets. And then there was a picking out my cheerleader costume, my sexy nurse costume, my schoolgirl costume. Not to mention lipstick and blush in shades I'd normally never dream of. And a few pairs of heels which took a little practice...

Anyway, as I said, by the time Super Bowl Sunday arrived, I was getting comfortable. A few jobs under my belt, and there weren't any more butterflies. Just honest excitement at the prospect of making so much money so quickly and easily. I could tune out the occasional crude comment, watch guys rub themselves as I danced for them, and then go home to the peace and quiet of my apartment.

I parked (around the corner, out of sight, another of my safety measures) and made my way up the winding walk to the house. The guy who hired me had asked me to arrive at halftime; I knew I was early, but decided to ring the doorbell anyway. Maybe they'd be kind enough to let me watch the rest of the second quarter - I'd been listening to the game on the radio on my drive there - before I got to work.

Yes, it's true - I'm quite a sports fan. Enough so that I'd debated about taking this job, as it would mean I'd likely miss most, if not all, of the big game - my Cardinals taking on the fearsome Steelers. But, as usual, my need for money had won out. And besides, it wasn't like the Super Bowl wouldn't be covered in an endless stream of post-game shows.

A handsome 30-something guy opened the door, introduced himself as John, the one I'd talked with on the phone, and invited me in. There were five other guys there, each with a beer in hand and watching the game intently. They did look up to greet me, and I caught a couple of glances in John's direction, with not-so-subtle indications that he'd done good in hiring a halftime hottie, but, true guys that they were, their attention quickly returned to the game. After all, I was early.

I sat on the edge of the sofa, my winter coat still concealing my sexy cheerleader costume, and watched right along with them. My Cardinals were trailing with five minutes to go in the first half (in Super Bowl time, more like 25 minutes!) so I wasn't terribly encouraged, and my attention wandered to the men in the room. I was relieved to see that they weren't the typical frat crowd - my usual audience - but more the 30-something professional type.

When the half finally did come to an end, the score still unbalanced but not out of reach for the underdogs, it suddenly hit me I was in enemy territory. They were all Steelers fans. Black and gold everywhere. And while I certainly wasn't planning to advertise my allegiance, my cheerleader costume would give me away. Red and white. I was confident that my hot body would quickly distract them from this terrible treason, but braced for a few partisan comments nonetheless.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the TV and turned it off, taking off my coat and tossing it aside to reveal my oh-so-tight cheerleader's uniform. I immediately had the attention of the room, all six guys finding a seat in a nearby chair or on the sectional, facing me. I was right, a few of them groaned and rolled their eyes, one even saying something about how I played for the other team, but I quickly won them over as I started to move.

While some of my costumes made me laugh - what is it with some of these male fantasies? - this cheerleader outfit actually turned me on. As I began to dance for them, I felt my skin warming to the touch of the fabric. The skin-tight red and white top, which I wore with no bra, hugged my shape perfectly, and my nipples began to press through the fabric as I moved. The ridiculously short pleated skirt could hide my sex from their view, as I coyly held my knees together, or put me on full display, as I put my back to them, bending down and exposing my ass, not at all contained by a sexy thong.

My hair was in two pigtails, tied up with red ribbons. The look was complete - a youthful cheerleader was being channeled by a slut, all grown up. And something new came over me on this day. Was it the adrenalyn of the game? The fact that I'd managed to get a rise out of all six guys after just a moment of dancing for them? Just how damned sexy I felt? Whatever it was, I was getting more and more turned on, and I decided to see how far I could take this particular dance - would I be able to distract them past half-time? Cause them to forget about turning on the TV again? After all, it looked like the Cardinals were done anyway...

A few lap dances were in order if I was going to pull this off. I started with John, taking a few steps until I straddled him, and began grinding against his crotch. The other guys cheered me on, hooting their encouragements, then their jealousy, and soon I moved on to the next guy, burying his face in my tits as I climbed on top of him and rubbed hard against him. He groaned with satisfaction, and pushed up against me, but stuck to the rules I'd given John - hands off.
It was when I moved on to the next guy that things took another step. I looked back at John just as he whipped out his hard cock and began stroking it. I smiled seductively as I moved on to guy number four, who stood for a mock blow job. Watching this seemed to get everyone going, and there were now three cocks being furiously pumped. As I watched them, I outwardly kept my cool, continuing my routine, but could feel my juices begin to flow. I'd assured myself this would never happen, but I was beginning to succumb to the atmosphere of sex I'd helped to create, beginning to want more than just the suggestion of sex with these strange men.

When this thought hit me, I blushed bright red, my cheeks now the color of my skimpy outfit. Six strange men, and I wanted them all. I stepped away, taking my front-and-center position once again, dancing for them all, all pleasuring themselves as they watched my body. I pushed the fabric of my top aside, allowing my tits to spring free, and began pinching my nipples, much to everyone's enjoyment.

"That's right," one of the men said, "Let's get you out of that awful red and white!"
Leaving my left hand to continue fondling my tits, I let my right fall to my crotch, slowly massaging my clit through the fabric of the pleated skirt. It wasn't part of the routine, but it was certainly working wonders on this horny set of guys. My eyes locked with one of the guys who I could tell was on the verge of his climax, and as I mouthed silently to him was a horny little slut I was, he came, shooting his load all over his stomach.

The other guys continued to stroke themselves, but we were all interrupted when the one who finished first -his right hand deserves the MVP! - looked at his watch and declared it was time to turn the game back on. My time was up, according to my original agreement with John, but things had changed, and I wasn't interested in packing up and going home quite yet. I looked at him, my hands still exploring my own body, my face still flushed, and he seemed to read my mind.

"I don't think our friend here is quite finished. Isn't that right, Sheridan?"

"Ooh, so she does have a name?" one of the other guys chimed in.

"A name, yes, but you'll never know if it's the real one," I replied coyly.

John stepped towards me, picking up the TV remote on his way. I was standing with my back to the TV, blocking the view for the guys. When John was directly in front of me, he pointed the remote at the TV, turning the game back on, and while the sounds of football filled the room, he stood tantalizingly close to me, his hard cock still exposed.

"I think you're going to need to move, sweetie, so you don't block the picture."

"No problem," I said, dropping to my knees in front of him and taking his cock into my mouth.

The guys didn't seem to mind that John was still blocking their view of the game, the live porn six feet in front of them not something they were about to interrupt. Before long, there was another cock presented to me, then another, and I took turns on each of them, sometimes working one with my hands as I took another into my mouth. As they kept watching the game, sometimes cheering, often swearing at the refs, I continued to pleasure them. If I tried to turn or pull away to see the play they were excited about, I was teased with a hard pinch of a nipple or a cock shoved in my mouth, blocking my view.

I couldn't believe the excitement rushing through my body. I'd never been with more than one guy at once, not to mention six. Not to mention strangers. Not to mention guys on a football high. Before the first timeout of the half, I'd brought two more guys to orgasm, their cum dribbling out of my mouth and covering my tits as their hands began to explore my body.
John pulled me up from my knees and led me to the sectional, where he positioned me on my back. He put two pillows under my head to bring me up to a level to suck his cock once again, while someone knelt between my legs and began licking and fingering me. I couldn't talk, my mouth full of big, hard cock, but I moaned with pleasure. As someone massaged my cum-covered breasts, I felt a cock plunge into my pussy, and screamed out with delight, my voice muffled as John continued to pound deep into my mouth.

This orgy continued, the men enjoying both me and the seemingly easy Steeler victory, well into the fourth quarter. Suddenly, some obviously spectacular play on the field captured the attention of one of the men, and I once again made an effort to see the TV.

"Oh, shit - did you guys see that?"

From their vantage points, the men could all clearly enjoy the replay, while I couldn't even manage a glimpse, John's torso still blocking my view. I heard enough to know that it was a long touchdown run for Arizona, and even as they were pounding into me, I did the math in my head - my team had taken the lead with just a few minutes left to play!

"Hmm, guys, Sheridan keeps trying to watch the game. Should we put her out of her misery?"
I wasn't sure what to expect, but John soon made his intentions clear. I was soon on my feet, my back to the TV, my hands resting on the back of the sofa, my pussy available for the taking from behind, and before I had a chance to protest, someone had plowed into me.

"Fine then, don't let me watch the game. Just make sure you fuck my tight little pussy hard! Your precious Steelers might lose, good thing I'm here to distract you!"

One of the men came around the back of the sofa and guided his cock into my mouth. Another sat on the sofa next to me and reached up to finger my clit as I was being pounded from behind. I wouldn't last much longer with all this attention, and sure enough, just a few moments later, erupted into a powerful orgasm. I collapsed to the sofa and rested there for a few moments, but was quickly turned on again as I watched the men watch me, stroking themselves. They were ready for more.

I was once again on my back, this time with each guy taking his turn, filling my hot, wet pussy with one cock after another. My mouth was now free, so I was able to encourage them with a range of moans, whimpers, and dirty talk. After several minutes of this, each man grabbing me by the hips and pounding into me, I was on the verge of an orgasm more powerful than I'd ever felt.

I wrapped my legs around the man lucky enough to be inside of me at that moment, while another fingered my clit, and cried out, writhing helplessly beneath them as the waves of pleasure washed over me. The man pulled out of me and a few of them took turns licking up my juices as I slowly came down from my climax. Soon, it was my turn to return the favor.
As the game came down to a few final dramatic plays, I knelt on the floor, the six men surrounding me, their cocks throbbing as they and I stroked them. The Steelers needed a field goal to tie, a touchdown to win. The guys were hoping for a comeback. If their team couldn't deliver, they'd have to settle for just covering me with cum. It wasn't long before the first load shot onto my chest, and for the next few minutes, I was covered with a steady stream of hot, sticky cum.

Each of them collapsed, spent, after they'd climaxed, and took in the final score of the game, still displayed on the screen as the confetti flew in the stadium. A catch in the edge of the endzone sealed it - the Steelers had come back dramatically and emphatically to win. Luckily for me, the combination of physical satisfaction and team pride resulted in a showering of tips, so I walked away with twice as much money as I've been expecting that day.

John was kind enough to let me use his shower, and after getting cleaned up, I took my money, thanked them, and made my way home.

There was a message from my friend when I arrived at my apartment about 20 minutes later. Oops - she was probably worried out of her mind! I called her back right away.

"Sorry to worry you, the guys let me stay for the rest of their party. What a game, huh?"