When he climbed down, the bloke from the sofa pulled his cock out of my mouth, flipped me over and, without giving me a break, started fucking me from behind. It was a bit much, but at the same time it turned me on, it was the realisation of my ultimate phantasy, all these men disposing of my body, finding satisfaction in my various bodily openings. Jamie walked up to the head end of the table, took off his rubber and told me to lick it clean, which I did. Sofa-guy was fucking me hard and fast, I knew he wouldn't last very long. I heard the fifth guy, the one who watched from the far, emit a long moan, probably he had culminated, too. Jamie seemed to be hardening again, and I sucked him off with dedication, to aid his recovery with my lips and tongue, while sofa-guy was hammering me. He came inside me shortly after with a grunt, pulled out, removed his condom and said
"Fuck, that was good."
before he took his bag and left. The Asian bloke seemed to have disappeared already. I looked around. Only Mr. America was still standing around with a hard-on, everybody else had been served and had buggered off. Suddenly, I did not feel aroused anymore. Instead, I felt used, unappreciated and naked. There's female psychology for you. I was cold.
"Keep sucking it, girl."
Jamie demanded. I looked down.
"No, sorry, I think I had enough..."
I got up from the table, the Asian bloke's cum was drying on my chest.
"Come on, sweety pie, don't play the lady on me after all I've just seen. Just finish the job you've started, alright?"
I stared at him in disbelief. What for me had been a wet dream come true, to Jamie it was just a cheap fuck with a slut. Men still cannot respect women who admit to their desires, the sexual revolution ate its children. Shag the dirty girl dry, but then go home to your pure and frigid wife that is easy to control. Jamie stepped closer, probably to force me down on my knees, but I stepped back, I was naked and disgusted, and then, suddenly, Mr. America was standing behind me.
"Jamie, let go, it's enough."
He put his hooded cardi arond my shoulders to cover me up. It was not very effective, because the lower parts of my body were still exposed, but, it was a nice and symbolic gesture. Jamie looked at us, mumbled something, shrugged, and trodded off, and I, who barely ever allow myself to show a sign of weakness, sank into Mr. America's twenty-something year old arms. Despite his clumsy gestures, despite him not being the most profound specimen, despite his age, I turned to him for protection. He held me and whispered in my ear:
"That was just so hot!"
and, shortly after:
"You're an amazing woman, Maria."
Tacky. Even in my disordered state I could not help being judgmental.
"Can I see you again?"
He was prepared to hold me for a long time, but, as soon as I had regained self-control, I freed myself from his embrace and got properly dressed. I gave him my number, but I was now embarrassed and quite regretful about it all and silently hoped he would not call. The fifth guy was still standing at the wall, I had completely forgotton about him. He was one of the hunky English type that will always look like hooligans no matter what they do. He wore a grey-greenish hoodie, baggy jeans and skateboardy trainers. He looked at me and there was no reservation in his voice when he said:
"Thank you, that was absolutely awesome."
"Oh. Cheers. I really appreciate your appreciation. What's your name?"
"Paul."
"Nice meeting you, Paul. I'll see you around - it's a small town."
"Well, you'll be in touch with my flatmate, won't you?"
"Who's your flatmate?"
"Him."
He nodded over to Mr. America.
"Ricardo."
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