Secretarial Services Pt. 02

I began to feel a little self-conscious being the only near-naked girl in a hotel room with three middle-aged men, but I was soon distracted by Marco and Tomas peeling off their shirts and opening their pants. Mr. Holt soon followed their example.

I was really curious about the cocks of my two new potential lovers, but nothing quite prepared me for what I saw once they were naked. Both cocks were huge, heavy, pendulous poles of meat that arced down and curved to one side and even as I watched began to angle higher, stiffening ever so slowly as they moved.

By the time they were finished undressing and were coming toward me their cocks were starting to loom out in front of them like monstrous weapons, thick and solid and not a little intimidating.

"Oh fuck," I muttered, glancing nervously at Mr. Holt.

He was naked now too, and his prick was already erect. He wasn't exactly small in the cock department, but these two guys kind of outshone him.

"What do you think?" he grinned.

"That's a lot of cock," was all I could think of to say.

My mouth began to water as they approached and I dropped quickly to my knees by the bed and grasped a cock in each hand as they closed in on me. They were solid and heavy in my fists and as I began shucking them up and down I could feel the power flowing into them, stiffening them to granite hardness. I kissed one purple cockhead, then the other. I sank my lips over one of them and began to suck.

I could only get so much of the shaft into my mouth before I began to gag. The cock was just so damn thick, so damn big. I did my best, drawing maybe three inches between my lips in an up and down sucking motion before giving up and slurping in the other dick. I could get no further with this one. Fuck, they were big pricks.

Mr. Holt was naked and had taken a seat on the other side of the room. There was a sweet, appreciative smile on his lips as he sat there watching me. His fist pumped up and down slowly on his own solid hard-on. I knew he would join in at some point, but for now he seemed content just to sit there taking in the sight of his pretty young secretary blowing the two massive cocks of his Brazilian business associates.

I did almost as much licking as sucking, scraping my tongue up and down each huge prick and dipping lower to service each swollen ball sac. When I sank my mouth back over Marco's plum-like glans I managed to draw in maybe four inches of cock meat. Same with Tomas' dick. I was getting better.

I kept my eyes locked on Mr. Holt as much as possible, curious as to how he was dealing with the sight of me sucking two cocks. To judge by the stiffness of his dick as he quietly masturbated, he was enjoying the spectacle. But there was an element of seriousness in his look also, as if he was seeing me embarking on a sexual adventure he no longer had any control over. I was having sex with other men. I wondered how he would deal with that, long-term.

Eventually the sight seemed to be too much for him and he stood up and strode across the room to join in. I was suddenly confronted by a third massive cock poking in my face and I had no choice but to begin licking and sucking Mr. Holt as well. Three giant hard-ons rammed in my face, stuffed in my mouth one at a time.

I sucked for what seemed like hours, drawing in cock after cock till my jaw ached. I managed to plow down almost halfway on each prick by the time I had to pause for breath. As I panted softly each cock was laid to rest on my face. It must have been quite a sight, my features obliterated beneath three enormous glistening hard-ons. I wondered if Mr. Holt had his camera handy.

Finally Tomas took pity on me and urged me to lie down on the bed. He slid down between my legs and began to lick my gaping pussy. It must have been positively drooling with girl goo by then, I was so turned on. I would have liked a cock inside me at that point but was content to settle for Tomas' flickering tongue on my pulpy cunt lips.

Mr. Holt climbed onto my rib-cage and began to fuck my tits. He molded each breast to either side of his hard-on and slid his prick back and forth in the fleshy funnel. His thumbs flicked my rock-hard nipples all the while.

Marco was content to kneel by my head and rub his cock gently all over my face. I felt his sticky pre-cum juice soiling my cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids. I licked his hard shaft each time it neared my lips, and from time to time he thrust it in my mouth and gently fucked my face.

Tomas began licking my clit and in seconds I was twitching and quivering with an impending orgasm. It didn't take long for the lush waves of pure sensation to roll through me, and I'm sure I squirted a half liter of pussy juice all over him. He kept licking and poking, teasing and prodding and my stockinged thighs heaved back and forth on either side of his head. My climax seemed never ending. I was in an extended state of bliss.

And my groans of pleasure grew even louder when I felt something other than Tomas' tongue on my pussy. He must have knelt up between my legs, for the next sensation was the hardness of his cockhead sliding gently up and down between the swollen pulpy lips of my cunt.

Mr. Holt obligingly dismounted from my rib-cage so that Tomas could lean down and ease his hard-on up my pussy. A second or two later and he was in me all the way. I could feel the steely bulk of his cock throbbing gently deep, deep inside me. He stared down into my face, which was turned slightly to one side, my mouth stuffed with Marco's hard-on. Then he was moving, fucking me hard, drilling that massive dick in and out of my oozing pussy.

Mr. Holt knelt on the other side of my face, resting his hard-on against my cheek, waiting his turn with my mouth. When Marco pulled out to resume scraping his cockhead all over my face, Mr. Holt eased his cock between my lips. I was a busy girl, my body wracked by the harsh thrusts from Tomas' dick, my tits heaving, my face and mouth invaded by cocks from either side. At one point both Mr. Holt and Marco tried to stuff their cocks in my mouth at the same time, but it was impossible. The best they could do was butt their cockheads together on my lips and let me flick my tongue over them.

Soon enough Marco withdrew and lay down on his back beside me. I think he was on the brink of coming and wanted to cool off. His huge prick jutted up high as he gently stroked it in his fist. And then, as if they had it timed, Tomas was withdrawing also, pulling his monster cock out of my pussy and kneeling back on his heels. His dick soared out from his crotch, glistening in the light from all the pre-cum and pussy juice.

Mr. Holt had his cock in my mouth at the time, but he too pulled out now and watched as Tomas took me by the waist and urged me up into a kneeling position. I felt a little weak and wobbly, still tingling from the afterglow of a massive orgasm and several minutes of fucking. I was like a pliant fuck-doll in Tomas' hands as he turned me over and around to straddle Marco.

I soon understood what they wanted me to do, and I clutched Marco's hard-on and nudged it between my thighs. My pussy must have been gaping wide by this point and was as slick as could be. It was no trouble at all to ease Marco's cockhead into my cunt and then all I had to do was sink down on that stony column with a deep contented sigh.

I began to fuck Marco, leaning low over him, my tits swaying down into his face. I felt another orgasm building inside me as I moved. Soft, squishy sounds came up from our rutting genitals.

I don't know how long I rode Marco like that, the sweet sensations growing and growing inside me. But suddenly I was aware of Tomas' hand between the cheeks of my ass. He was smearing lubricant up and down between my buns, making sure the bud of my anus was good and greasy. My heart skipped a beat.

They were going to double-team me. Tomas was going to fuck me up the ass while Marco drilled my pussy. I'd seen such a thing once or twice in porno movies. Double penetration, it was called. DP for short. And I was going to experience it for the first time myself. A dirty thrill shot though me. Two men inside me at the same time. Two cocks. Fuck, I was excited.

Sure enough Tomas suddenly placed his hand in the small of my back, on the rear strap of my garter belt, urging me to pause in my harsh fucking motions on top of Marco. Then, with Marco's hard-on softly pulsing up my cunt, I felt the head of Tomas' cock poking onto my anus. He didn't waste any time. He braced his cock shaft and forced it down with ever increasing pressure. And suddenly the head was up my ass, and then several inches of cock. He didn't pause till most of that massive pole was rammed up my ass and it was throbbing there inside me, separated from Marco's hard-on by the thinnest of membranes. He began fucking me hard up the ass.

I don't know whether it was because Mr. Holt had so recently sodomized me the night before, but the insertion of Tomas' big cock in my ass seemed to have gone smoothly and easily. I didn't feel that uncomfortable. Of course I was partially numb by then and in the throes of my growing orgasm, but still. My first double penetration, and I was kind of enjoying it.

Both men were fucking me hard, Marco up my cunt, Tomas up my ass. And wouldn't you know it, just when I was getting used to having two cocks inside me, Mr. Holt loomed up in front of my face, his dripping hard-on in hand. He poked it in my face and I opened my mouth willingly. His cock slid between my lips and I suddenly had three cocks inside me, all of them hard as steel and all of them, if I was any judge of cock meat by then, not far from spurting jizz.

Fuck, it was the strangest feeling, being impaled on three massive cocks. It was by far the weirdest, most exciting sex situation I'd ever been in, one I would never forget. And it gave me the oddest sense of pride, in a way. Yes I was being used, and some might say abused, by three middle-aged men. But I also felt powerful. I was an object, yes, an object of intense desire. Three mature men were half out of their minds with lust for me. They were drilling their cocks into me, even Mr. Holt in my mouth, as if they couldn't get enough of me, as if they wanted to go deeper, to explore every inch of my insides. And for a few intense minutes I was the center of their universe.

At some point there was a change of position. Mr. Holt was on his back and I was driving myself up and down on his cock while Marco was behind me fucking me up the ass. Tomas took time out to cool off and rinse his dick in the bathroom, then he was back in front of me and his prick was deep in my throat. Later on, more switches, till I lost track of who was doing what to me. By the time they'd each had their cocks in all my holes several times I was limp as a wet rag from extended orgasms, and I lay on my back in a daze while all three men knelt around me, jerking themselves off furiously and aiming their cocks at my face.

This was a bit of a surprise. I'd expected all three of them to have come before this, up my pussy, up my ass, in my mouth. But no, it was to be that old favorite of many horny men, the multiple facial, the bukkake. It didn't upset me. I was kind of curious about it. And I wondered if the incentive for it had come from Mr. Holt, who had watched me pump his semen all over my face all those weeks before. Maybe he'd even shown his two associates the photographs he'd taken of my sperm-drenched face. It didn't matter. I knew what I was in for and I didn't care. I wanted it. A monster facial. A sperm shower.

Bring it on. I love it.

I had a few seconds to think about this strange, popular fetish before the deluge began. Glancing up at the three men in turn, at the intensity in their faces as they masturbated over me, I thought that maybe for some this was a much more profound turn-on than coming inside a woman, with the possible exception of shooting up her ass, or maybe in her mouth. It had nothing to do with procreation, for one thing. It was just sex for sex' sake. There was something about ejaculating in a girl's face, a willing and eager girl's face especially, that lent an extra taboo pleasure to what was already a pretty fantastic climactic experience. Watching strings of semen decorate a pretty girl's features was simply to know real sexual submission. A female who let you do that to her was a woman who would let you do pretty much anything to her. And not to feel humiliated or degraded by it but to enjoy it, revel in it, was, on the part of the girl, the ultimate surrender. Here I am, lying here, letting you do this dirty, dirty thing to me, letting you ejaculate on my face, she's saying. And it means I'll let you do anything to me sexually. I'm yours to do as you want with, your willing, eager sex-toy. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my mouth. Sodomize me. Then come in my face. I'm all yours. The only thing even more submissive, I suppose, is letting someone piss on you.

I was becoming quite the little philosopher, or sex therapist in those few precious seconds before the triple climax. But eventually of course my thoughts were cut short. A gigantic streamer of cum erupted from someone's cock, I think it was Marco's, and shot right up one side of my face, splattering my cheek and forehead and sealing shut my eye in the process.

"Oh fuck!" he grunted, not the most original line, and he shot off another jet which landed in almost exactly the same place, a thick, heavy stream that pooled mostly in the socket of my eye. I could feel the warm fluid like syrup or glue, heavy on my clenched eye-lid.

This seemed to set off the deluge. Even as Marco, or whoever it was, splashed another two, three, four jets of semen across my face, someone else was ejaculating, and my other eye was sealed shut. I lay there blinded and felt streamer after streamer of hot semen splatter on my face from several different directions. For a few seconds I swear all three men were coming at the same time. All three were groaning with pleasure and I felt hot ribbons of sperm cascading everywhere on my face, damn near drowning me.

It seemed to go on for ages. I wouldn't have thought three middle-aged men could have had such reservoirs of semen to eject. Splat, splat, splat the geysers of cum landed on my face till it began to feel like a heavy blanket of fluid was plastered there. Just how much sperm I took on my face I was to see later, when Tomas showed me shots he'd taken with his phone. I was unrecognizable, my face a weird, shimmering mask of silver sperm. Thick ropes of it hung in my hair, all over my forehead and cheeks. The sockets of my eyes were white pools of goo. Even my mouth, which I hadn't been aware I had open, was an overflowing pool of semen. What a fucking mess I was. I looked like I'd been hit in the face with a series of cream pies.

And then it was over, and I sensed the men backing away from me. I was left lying there on the bed, my face awash with sperm. And I couldn't help but wonder, as this wild weekend wound down, just where Mr. Holt and I could go from here. Back to basic sex, one on one? It didn't seem likely. I had to admit, though, I was really curious to find out.