“Of course. Just our little way of saying thanks for giving Roped Up your business,” he said jovially.
“Fuck yeah,” said one of the younger guys there. “Going to give her my business too.” He grabbed his crotch lewdly, in an unnecessary clarification of just what he meant by “business”.
Some of the other guys chimed in.
“I wanna fuck her pretty little mouth.”
“Not me, I’m going for that whore’s pussy.”
“God, look at that rack.”
“Damn, you know what a hooker that looks like her would cost?”
“And we can play rough with those tits?”
Damon looked at the guy who asked that last question, and nodded rapidly, as if to say not just “yes”, but “hell yes”.
“That is some prime snatch.” The guy who said that was, I kid you not, actually starting to sweat a little bit.
As you might expect, the rope industry didn’t exactly attract the young hot-shot business types looking for fast-paced stellar career opportunities. These guys were even more excited than most of my customers to have a shot at a younger, fit, pretty, blonde with great tits and a tight pussy.
So, of course, they started off by ignoring my pussy.
“Kneel down, bitch.”
The guy giving me that order wasn’t one of the Roped Up staff, but he looked like the type who was used to telling people what to do, probably from the behind an excessively-large desk.
I knelt, and he confirmed the stereotype of the middle-manager who spent more time at his desk than at the gym by dropping his pants and exposing an impressive beer-belly. That was somewhat compensated for by the cock below it, which was equally impressive. It was semi-hard as he stuck it in my face, and said, “Get that mouth to work, sweet-cheeks.”
I guided it in and began gently licking and sucking, working the shaft a little with my right hand while my left stroked his balls. It didn’t take much before he was fully hard, and I went from working his shaft to using that hand to give him plenty of sensation without him needing to go too deep. I was sure I’d have dicks poking at the back of my throat soon enough. But with the number of guys that were here, I was at least trying to start a little easy. My goal was to be in control and give them good blowjobs, rather than just have my face fucked, since I could use my hands to control things a bit. At least, so far I could anyway.
I’d been sucking him for a minute or two when a younger guy stepped up next to me, his own hard cock pointed at my face, and said, “Hey, let the rest of us get some of that too.”
Beer-belly said, “I’m not done with her.” He sounded a little surprised and a little offended that this guy was questioning him using me like I was his personal slut.
“Yeah George, our dicks need some attention too.” This guy sounded like he was a friend of the guy I was currently sucking, so he wasn’t actually mad or anything.
Damon said, “Now boys, share your toy,” in a humorously-chiding tone.
George made an exasperated noise of agreement, and I turned my attentions to the new cock. This guy was already nice and hard, and he seemed happy enough to let me decide how fast and how deep to take his cock in my mouth. I gave the head a lot of attention with my tongue, and got some very satisfying groans of pleasure for my efforts.
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