The neon lights of The Rusty Mug cast a sickly green glow across the sticky bar top as I swirled the melting ice in my whiskey glass. Here we are again I thought, half drunk and horny as fuck. I drank because it was fun, and I fucked and sucked because I was bored.
It was another Thursday night, and the place was packed with the usual assortment of desperate singles and after-work drinkers looking to forget their miserable lives. I was in my sweet spot, young and ready to have fun, my whole life ahead of me.
My eyes scanned the room, taking inventory like I always did—assessing, calculating, waiting for the right combination of desperation and confidence to walk through the door. That was when I pounced, and my prey was always more or less willing.
My reputation preceded me in this town. Denver, the girl whose mouth could make a man forget his own name. The girl who could swallow a cock like it was her last meal. They whispered about me in locker rooms and office break rooms, their voices hushed with a mixture of awe and something darker. I didn’t mind. In fact, I cultivated it. My full figure, the soft curves of my body that other women starved themselves to eliminate, became my armor and my invitation. I was unapologetically myself, and my self got me the moniker best blowjob in town.
Two guys caught my attention near the pool table. One tall and lanky with a beard that looked like it was trying to escape his face, the other shorter but built like a brick shithouse with arms covered in faded tattoos. They were laughing too loud, leaning into each other’s space like they shared some secret. They were the perfect marks, and they didn’t even know it.
I let them notice me watching, held their gaze for exactly three seconds before looking away. The game had begun. Five minutes later, they were sliding onto the barstools beside me, their cheap cologne mixing with the smell of stale beer and desperation.
“Buy you another?” The tall one asked, his voice rough like gravel.
I turned to face them fully, letting my breasts press against the thin fabric of my tank top. “Only if you’re buying yourselves one too. It’s more fun that way.” I just said that so I wouldn’t appear to be a solo drinker—a drunk—not that I cared.
The shorter one—Mark, I’d learn later—grinned, showing off a gold tooth that caught the dim light. “We can do better than that. How about we get out of here?”
My apartment was only three blocks away, but the walk felt like a lifetime. Their hands were all over me—squeezing my ass, sliding up my thighs, grabbing handfuls of my breasts through over my dress. I let them, enjoying the way their breathing grew ragged, the way their cocks hardened against my legs as we stumbled up the stairs to my place. It was like walking in a memory, only with so much anticipation attached to it. I knew what was going to happen, but it made it no less suspenseful.
The door had barely closed before they were on me. Clothes hit the floor creating a trail leading to my bedroom. I knelt on the plush carpet, watching as they freed their cocks. The tall one—Jake—was long and thin with a slight curve, while Mark was thicker than my wrist, the head already glistening with precum. I loved how dicks were all the different—if anything the guys that had them were all the same.
“Fuck,” Jake breathed, wrapping his hand around his shaft. “The rumors are true.”
I smiled up at them, my pussy already slick with anticipation. “Why don’t you find out for sure?”
Mark stepped forward first, slapping his heavy cock against my cheek to let me know he was serious. I opened my mouth obediently, albeit slowly, letting him slide inside. He tasted of sweat and something uniquely male, his girth stretching my lips as he pushed deeper. My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag. I never did. Advantage Denver.
Jake moved behind me, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided my head forward. “That’s it, take it all,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Show us how that pretty mouth works.”
They passed me back and forth like a joint, using my mouth as their personal fuck hole. Mark’s hands held my head in place as he thrust into my throat, his balls slapping against my chin with each movement. Jake positioned himself underneath, sucking on my breasts while his fingers worked my clit. I was dripping onto the carpet, my body humming with pleasure as they used me.
“Look at you,” Jake murmured against my skin. “Such a greedy little slut, taking both our cocks like this.” Who knew whether I was a slut or I just loved to suck cock. Let them think I’m a dirty whore if that’s what it took.
I moaned around Mark’s shaft, the vibrations making him curse. He pulled out suddenly, stroking his cock with quick, desperate movements. “Gonna cum all over that pretty face.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I slurred mockingly.
Jake moved to join him, both of them standing over me as I knelt before them, my mouth open and waiting. The first rope of cum hit my cheek, hot and thick, followed by another across my lips. What was I saying about anticipation? You know how a guy’s dick worked: you were just waiting for the first thick shot, followed by each successive blob, in between each a second that seemed like an hour, anticipating every drop and hungry for more.
Mark grunted as he emptied himself on my tits, the white fluid dripping down my chest to pool between my breasts. I liked that too. I had ample breasts. Might as well slather them up.
Jake wasn’t far behind, his cum mixing with Mark’s on my face. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth spread across my skin, some of it dripping down to my neck, which gave me a chilling shiver. When I opened them again, they were both staring down at me, their chests heaving, their cocks still semi-hard.
“Holy shit,” Mark breathed, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “You’re even better than they said.”
“No shit,” I said beneath my breath, beaming with pride at what I had just accomplished.
I wiped a glob of cum from my eyelid with my thumb, then licked it clean. Yum. Salty. Their eyes widened as I smiled up at them, my face and chest covered in their release.
“That all you got?” I asked, my voice raspy from the throat-fucking. “Because I’m just getting started.”
Jake and Mark exchanged looks, something like disbelief and excitement passing between them. My pussy throbbed with renewed interest as I considered the possibilities.
“Call some friends,” I said, reaching down to slide two fingers into my wet cunt. “The night’s young, and I’ve still got holes to fill.”
